Chapter 15

"Why, hello, Trent! What are you doing here? We heard you'd gotten married -- then nothing but an occasional card or phone call for all this time."

Marsha had been spending the evening by herself. Randy had taken Chris on a rare overnight camping trip.

"I was. Divorced. To tell you the truth Nancy wasn't much. I only went out with her that once and wouldn't you know it, wound up getting her knocked up. As it turned out I had more luck with her, even if it was bad luck, than I did with you. I figure you must have gotten it somewhere else after I left."

"I ... yes."

"So you're a mommy and I'm a daddy. Shame it couldn't have been the same kid."

"Things just work out that way sometimes.," she replied. He was sixteen years older, of course, but still possessed of that same boyish charm and magnetic sexuality. "But what brings you here?"

"Oh, I was getting a little restless and figured you were probably the same," he said smiling lecherously.

"Now wait a minute, Trent," she started backing away.

He cut her off and backed her against the back of the couch.

"No, Trent, I mean it this time. I've started a fresh life..."

"Yeah, by screwing behind your husband's back and letting another man knock you up while letting "Dad" think it was his."

"But, that was so as not to hurt..."

"I don't care. Really! You can lie all you want. I just want a little of what I remember as being damned good."

"You don't understand. Trent, don't... !" she cried as his arms went around her and pulled her to him.

"You still fell good, Marsha. Sixteen years and you're just as sexy as the last time I nailed you."

She squirmed to get away but without effect. He had put on weight since last she had seen him. Not fat, muscular. It was this weight and strength which held her helpless.

"NO, Trent! It's not the same!"

"Sure it is. We're both horny and with Daddy and junior away..."

"How did you know about th... ?"

"I have my methods. Now why don't you get naked and fix us a drink?"

"I meant what I said, Trent. I intend to be faithful to..."

"That's a good one!" he laughed. You screwed his father and you screwed his son. If his grandfather ahd still been alive you'd probably have screwed him too!"

The slap caught him across the left cheek. Angered by her refusal and physical rebuke, Trent slapped the housewife in return. While open handed, it was powerfully delivered and knocked her backwards over the sofa. Marsha tumbled to the floor, surprised and now frightened. She tried getting to her feet, but Trent was on her instantly, grabbing her by the hair of her head and holding her face only inches from his.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he hissed. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Please don't do this," she cried as he ripped open her blouse.

"Emmmm, no bra. You must have known I was coming!"

Marsha often wore no bra as her tiny breasts needed little support.

"Please, Trent!"

"Hey, all I want is a little pussy. Just put out for me the way you used to and everything will be fine!"

He kissed her on the neck and despite the fear and her sincere desire to refuse, she could still feel herself reacting to his magical presence. But presence or no presence, Marsha had started a new life and wanted nothing more than for Trent to leave and never return.

"NO, Trent, NO!" she wailed as he dragged her behind the sofa once again and slung her over the back face down.

Marsha was trying to fight him but he pulled her hands behind her. One powerful hand kept her pinned down while the other ripped off her jeans.

"Still wearing thongs, eh? You know who got you started wearing thongs don't you?"