Chapter 16

It had been three weeks since she had received her wake up call and a lot had happened in that time. Frank and Sarah had followed through on their plan and Sarah and the boys had moved out. That night Frank had left Sarah and the two boys at the motel and had come to the house and explained to Rick what he was doing.

Rick had not taken it well. He seemed to feel that his father was being disrespectful to the memory of his mother. She found that curious because it had only been a couple of days since he had asked her if she knew anyone they could have fixed Frank up with. The fact that his mother had been dead for six years and that his father still had a life didn't seem to occur to him. Frank listened to Rick and then said, "Sorry you feel that way" and he had gotten up and walked out of the house without another word.

Then Rick got on Sarah. "How could she do that to Charlie? What kind of slut is she that she could leave her husband and take up with a man old enough to be her father?"

She had explained about Charlie and his girlfriend and that Sarah really didn't have a marriage to break up and then Rick got upset with her.

"You are taking their side in this? You condone my father taking up with that slut?"

"If that is what makes him happy then yes, I do condone it."

Things were cool between them for a couple of days and then Rick got over his funk and things smoothed out.

The car poolers did not let her go easily. The four men kept after her and it didn't matter how often or how firmly she said no they still kept trying to get her to get with them. She told them that her husband had gotten suspicious and she wasn't going to risk it. They could beg and plead with her all they wanted, but she was not going to risk her marriage for a little illicit sex. It didn't seem to register with them and not one day went by that one of them didn't approach her.

She had put an end to her teasing the front row boys. She now wore slacks and pant suits to school and all of her low cut blouses were banished to the back of her closet. She cleaned and dusted her book shelves by herself even when some of the boys looked in on her and offered to help.

There was only one thorn left over from her "Raging Slut" period and that was The Watcher. He still called her at least once a week and his voice still made her spine tingle and more than once while talking to him she found her that her hand had moved down to her pussy. His chant was always the same; he was going to fuck her and he knew where and when it was going to happen. But he would like to make it happen sooner so would she please pick a time and place. The disturbing thing is that she wanted to. She wanted his cock.

She missed what she had been accustomed to getting. She missed Chris and Bobby. She missed Frank. She couldn't get Hank, Harry, Steve or Ralph out of her mind and every time she saw a semi her pussy tingled as she thought of Roy and Morrie and their huge dicks.

The fact that she had given up all the extra cock she was used to getting was playing hell with Rick. She could not leave him alone and he was getting to the point that he was pleading headaches just to keep from having to make love to her and she was wearing out the batteries in her vibrator on an almost daily basis.

But regardless of all the pressures she was determined that she was going to be faithful to Rick from then on. She just would not - WOULD NOT - do anything that might cause her to lose him.

The work that Rick had been doing in Seattle had resulted in a promotion to regional manager and he was now at a level where he was invited to cocktail parties and business dinners and he was encouraged to bring his wife. She got to where she was going to two or three a week with him. Baby sitters were staring to cost a small fortune and all the food and drink was starting to play hell with her figure so she finally dug in her heels and said no more. Rick wasn't happy about it, but she was adamant, no more. Maybe once a month if it was a very, very important function, but that was it. Rick finally accepted that she meant it and said:

"All right, but we do have one party we have to attend even though it isn't all that important a one. We promised Ron that we would be at his open house when he finished building his new place. It is next Thursday so make sure we have a sitter lined up for it."

Given her 'druthers' she would skip Ron's open house. Ron was one of Rick's closest friends. They worked together, stopped after work for drinks a couple of times a week and Ron was a member of the foursome that Rick played golf with every Saturday morning. She did not care for him at all. There was just something about him rubbed her the wrong way, but he was Rick's friend so she did her best to hide her dislike and as far as she knew she was successful.

The night of the open house as she was laying out what she was going to wear she said to Rick:

"Don't drink too much tonight baby. I'm going to need you ready, willing and able when we get home tonight."

"Good grief woman, don't you ever get enough?"

"The answer to that is no, but you needn't worry. Your rest period should be here in the next day or so."

"Rest period?"

"Period is the right word baby. Mine is due and that means you get to stand down for a bit. Think about this as we walk around socializing - I'm not going to wear any panties. Think maybe we can sneak off into a dark corner and play a little 'stink-finger." Maybe christen one of Ron's rooms?"

"I sometimes wonder what I'm going to do with you."

"Making love to me is always going to be my first choice if I have any say in the matter."

"Get dressed woman; we are running late."

She hated parties like this. She knew that she wouldn't know half of the people there and of the ones she did know she wouldn't like half of them. She especially didn't like the 'hard-bodied' soccer moms. They spent half of their spare time at a gym working at keeping their bodies hard and firm and the other half flaunting it at gatherings like this. The men drank too much and then lost all common sense. They started thinking they were God's gift to women and tried to get every good looking woman they could find off in a dark corner. Before her wake-up call she might have let one or two of the less obnoxious get away with it, but not now. No, she didn't like these parties, but Rick did and so there she was, drink in hand, smiling and following Rick's lead as they circulated and socialized.

Rick got to talking football with a couple of guys so she wandered away looking for someone she liked enough to stand and talk with. She'd had several long conversations with Mae Corling, Susan Wilkes and Jenifer Baron and was at the makeshift bar building herself a drink when Ron came up to her.

"Rick stupid enough to walk away and give the wolves a chance at separating you from the herd?"

"What can I say? He is talking football with the guys. Can't say he doesn't have his priorities straight."

"You ready for a tour of the place yet?"

She looked around and didn't see Rick so she said, "Sure, why not. It is what we came here for, right?"

As they walked through the downstairs and Ron pointed out some of the custom features the he had built in she wondered what it was about him that made her dislike him so. He had never made a pass at her, done anything off-color or untoward, but she just didn't care for him. It was just a feeling that she had.

He walked her through the upstairs and when they got to a door at the end of the hall he said:

"I've saved the best for last. Most people would put there den or home office on the first floor or in the basement, but I put mine up here. The window looks out on a great view of the mountains and since I will spend most of my time in this room I wanted it to be perfect."

He opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter. The room was dark and she waited for him to turn on the light. Instead the door closed behind them and left them in the dark. He moved up behind her, put a hand in the middle of the back and pushed her. She stumbled forward until she came up against a table or a desk.

"What the hell are you doi..." she started to say as his hands grabbed her shoulders and he pushed her down until she was leaning across the flat surface of the piece of furniture she was against.

In a voice she knew only too well he said, "I told you that I knew the time and place slut and here you are." He forced her legs apart and lifted her dress up to her waist. He ran his hands over her ass and she heard him chuckle and then say in his disguised voice, "Looky here, no panties. The slut planned on getting some dick tonight."

She felt his cock probing, searching for her hole and then he found it and pushed. His cock slid by her pussy lips and he chuckled again.

"You are wet slut; wet and ready for a hard cock."

And she was. She was wet and ready. She had been since she left the house and anticipated making love with Rick when they got home. But she was also honest enough to admit that the sound of his voice and the way he was treating her was making her wetter. But even so she knew she had to stop it from happening - she had promised that it would only be Rick from now on. She tried to squirm away, but Ron kept her pinned down as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her.

"Stop this Ron; you can't do this. Rick is your friend."

"Yes he is and because he is my friend I feel honor bound to fuck his wife. Better his friend get it than someone else. Twisted logic, but good pussy is good pussy."

He had his full length in her and he started fucking her with long, hard strokes and as much as she hated to admit it he felt good in her. She moaned as he pushed hard into her and he said:

"I was in my brother in law's office and I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked across that alley and saw you naked in that hotel room. I saw you notice me looking and I watched while you deliberately put on that slutty show for me."

As he talked he continued to fuck her hard and even though she had promised herself that it would only be Rick from then on she was getting into it. Her body was humming with the onset of an orgasm and she was standing on the toes of her high heels trying to push her ass back at him.