Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  The convict's wife

Part 1 of 6

Codes; MF, mF, voy, wife

4,100 words

Summery; As Harvey rots in jail, his wife carries on with her life, takes a young lover, and tells him every torrid detail.

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My wife looked sharp as she came into the visiting room in her motorbike leathers.  Her jet black hair was free around her throat, unruly from being under the helmet. Her curvy figure was in stark contrast to the hard sharp concrete everything was built from. As always though, it was her blue eyes that caught the most attention, those eyes that had captivated me from the first time we met to the last.

The zipper of her jacket was open, and the lapels seemed forced apart by her generous breasts, bulging in her black flannel shirt.

Her long legs were encased in the heavy black leather trousers, criss-crossed laces up each side. Every male eye in the place was focused on Debbie; but then, that was always the case. 

For the first time in months, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I was surprised at the intensity of the emotion I felt. The hug made me higher than a line of coke. Her big breasts pressed against my chest, and her tongue burst into my mouth, a welcome guest that hadn't been there for a while. 

"Ok, break it up." The guard said.

 Rules; that's how I lived now. Everything had a rule, even how long I could kiss my wife.

 "How are you, Harvey?" she asked.

 "It's not so bad." I said, "My cellmate is cool. So you rode up on the bike?" 

"Yeah, well it's the only wheels I got at the moment." She said, "They took everything, even your car."

 "I'm surprised they let you in here in that outfit." 

"They almost didn't! I had to beg for it, told them how I'd been on the bike for two hours and all. They told me to bring something "more modest" to wear next time. I mean, fucking hell, I don't have an inch of skin showing!"

 Rules again.

 "Honey, with your looks, you might have to wear a sack before they're satisfied."

 "I'll have to find something from before the war." She grumbled, then smiled at me in her bright way, lifting my whole week. Debbie had a smile that could ambush a man, a smile so sexy, so genuine, that I fell in love with her the first time she bestowed it on me. 

We sat at a table opposite each other and held our hands together on the table top. The guard frowned at us, but let it pass. I was grateful for that; and the feeling reminded me of how low my life was now. 

"God it's loud in here." She said. "Do you think they can hear what we say to each other over that din?" 

"Supposedly they have directional microphones; I don't know, maybe it's just convict paranoia."

 "Well, then it's just as well we don't have anything to hide, right?" she asked with a wink. 

"How are you holding up?" I asked her. 

"Ok, but I have to move out of the flat, I need to find a job and someplace cheaper. Anyway, the feds took all the furniture except for one table and two chairs. Asset forfeiture they said, they're going to sell it all for ten cents on the dollar and buy themselves new coffee cups for the office."

 "They got... everything?" 

"They even dug up the garden, like they knew they was missing something. Killed all the flowers but for the rose bush. It's a bleeding mess out there at the moment." 

"Shit. Listen Deb, I'm going to be in here for five years. You'll be thirty years old when I get out. I don't expect for you to wait for me." I told her.

 "Is that the kind of tart you think I am?" she said angrily, letting go of my hands, "A good time girl who jumps in your bed and enjoys the life while you're doing good then drops off like a fat flea when you're down? I thought you knew me better than that!"

 I looked into her glistening blue eyes with appreciation at her emotional outburst. But how well did I know this hot young English girl I'd married?

 I met her in Ibiza Spain, 3 years earlier. We hit it off straight away, even though she was 20 years younger than I was. 

It was more than just her good looks; she was special. Smart, funny, outrageous. She was dealing a little weed. She had a great English cockney accent that she intentionally emphasized, playing up her street cred.

 I got her into bed after a few days, and we were on fire; I'd been around the block a few times, but never with a girl as wild as Debbie.

 She seemed to come if I just looked at her too hard; her fingers on my arm gave me an erection. Her eyes were feral, her hair jet black, her waist tiny, her tits big and firm, her ass as tight as a nut, and her snatch was like a velvet vise.

 She loved sex, and she was good at it; we were well matched.

 I thought she was going to be just another girl, but I stayed on the island longer than I'd planned, just to be with her. Then I asked her to come back to the states with me. Hot sex morphed into [dare I use the dreaded word?] Love. 

I thought things would cool down after a few months, but we were as crazy about each other as the first time we did it. Her visitor's visa was up; so I asked her to marry me. People like us didn't marry for love, it wasn't necessary. We don't need the approval or state or church. But for paperwork, we'll do what we need to do. 

"You know I didn't mean it like that." I said, "But we both know relationships never survive something like this. You have choices; you're still free. I'm in prison. I don't want you to suffer just because I fucked up."

 "I knew what you did for a living before I married you." She said quietly, her blue eyes ablaze with fierce determination.

 I looked into her eyes, my heart turning over in my chest; god, but I loved her. I loved her so much, I couldn't do it to her, I couldn't ask her to waste the best years of her life waiting for me to get out of jail when the odds were stacked so heavily against us.

 "We had fun, didn't we?" I asked.

 She smiled sadly. "We did. And we will." 

We'd traveled all over the world; we did it in cabins in the Alps, in tents in the Gobi desert, in hotels on the Riviera. We danced, ate out, went to clubs and fancy parties. We drank the best booze, snorted the best coke, and smoked the best weed.  

But it was all paid for by risk; out apparently care-free life was nothing of the kind. I was busted with a truck full of marijuana I was driving to sell on the east coast. It was interstate, a federal DEA case.

 "I've been in the business for 25 years." I said, "I've never seen a marriage survive a five year sentence. Let's be realistic; you'll meet someone you like, you'll just want to be friends, but then... shit happens. Then you'll feel guilty and you'll start lying to me. That's the end of our relationship." 

"So the problem isn't if I do it with another guy, it's if I lie to you about it?" she laughed. 

"That's right. If you want to have an affair, it's ok.  Leave me, divorce me, just tell me you'll never lie to me."

 She took my hands on top of the table and squeezed them tight, looking me straight in the eyes. "God, I'd love to suck your cock right now." She said.

 "What, right here in front of 60 people?"

 "Too right! You sit on this table and pull it out, and I'll give you a blow job while they all watch."

 "Thanks for that." I said.

 From the other side of the crowded room, the guard pointed at us and waggled his finger at our joined hands. Reluctantly, I let her go.

 "Are you dumping me?" she demanded, "I took care of myself before I was with you, Harvey, I don't need a bloke to get by." 

"What's the longest you've gone without sex?" I asked her.

 "15 years." She quipped

 "What's the longest you've gone without sex after you were 15, and before my arrest?"

 She was silent.

 Debbie was a highly sexed woman; in our 3 years together, we did it practically every day, often twice. And she was usually the one who instigated. 

"Do you think I'm a sex addict?" she asked quietly. 

"I don't know if that's a real thing." I said, "But I know it's important to you, and that every man you meet will be willing. And if you like someone and you have good sex with him, you'll become attached to him, and detached from me. That's a real thing."

 She was back 2 weeks later, but this time had pulled a big yellow antique dress over herself before entering. The sight of her, even in that outfit, made my dick swell.

 "Listen, I've been thinking." Debbie said seriously. "Maybe you're right, and we won't be able to hang on for 5 years; but I have to try, right? So what if instead of trying to be a nun, I sort of do what I need to do like, but just keep it casual. You know, a little bout now and again, just to keep me tubes lubricated until you get out."

 I smiled sadly at her. "It's not casual with you though, is it? You're an emotional creature Debbie."

 "I'll only do it with unsuitable blokes." She said sincerely, "Guys I could never fall for. And I'll always tell you about it, completely honest. If it works out or if it don't, at least you'll know I never lied to you, right?"

 "You have someone in mind?" I asked.

 She sat back. "You know me too well, Harvey. Yeah, Fat Freddy."

 I broke into a laugh; "What, the kid from next door?"

 "Oh come on Harvey, you know what I'm like. I need it all the time and I haven't had any in yonks. I'll go bonkers soon; I tell you, I'm so randy I could fuck a horse. Well, a hoarse man. A fella with a raspy voice. The kid looks better all the time. He's a virgin and all, Harvey. What do you think?"

 "That at least it wouldn't turn into a serious relationship."

Her laughter had a tinge of tragedy in it.

"That's for sure. Probably a funny one. Hilarious more like." She said.  "The lad is all moony for me Harv, hanging around the back garden with his tongue hanging in the dirt. I asked him in for tea, just to have someone to talk to, he's ever so polite, and clever too. He told me he's been trying to lose weight, already five pounds down. So as he was leaving, I gave him a little snog, and I told him when he loses another five, he gets another one."

 "What kind of snog?" I asked desperately. Shit, I'd only been away for a couple of months and Debbie was fooling around with the kid next door.

 "Just a simple little peck, Harv. As platonic as a grandmother, kept me tongue to meself. My tits did sort of make contact, just accidental like."

 "How old is he?" I asked.

 "Fifteen." My wife informed me.

 "Shit! Fifteen? Just make sure his parents don't find out." I said.

 "What do you mean, his mother's begging me to do it." Debbie said, "She actually came over just to tell me, she thinks he spends too much time wanking off to computer porn. You lost your cherry at that age, didn't you?"

 "That's true." I said, "To a woman your age too, bless her." I said, remembering Terri.  

"I don't know about blessing her Harvey, but I did see old Terri last week." 

"Really? Why?" 

"Shopping Harvey, if you take my meaning. Now then, should I let the boy have a go or not?" 

"Shit, Deb; are you really asking for my permission?" 

"Fucking hell, Harvey, I want to do right by you. Give us a hand, will you?" She said with a touch of desperation. 

"Do you really want to screw that kid?" 

"I always wanted to do a virgin, didn't you?" 

"What? You weren't a virgin when we married?" I asked, and we laughed together, a small but poignant moment of true shared emotion. 

I looked at the gorgeous, funny, young sex bomb I'd married. There was no way she could stay celibate for five years. There was going to be men on her ass like flies on shit; tall, handsome, rich men. Charming men, cool guys with style and charm. How long would she be able to resist before she unlocked those delicious thighs and let one in?

I didn't feel threatened by the boy; at least not as threatened as would by an adult. It seemed kind of harmless. 

"Ok, listen baby. I'm broke and in jail. You do what you need to do." I said painfully. "But I want details." 

"And you'll have them." She promised.   

My crime wasn't seen as serious by the correction authorities, and I was in a low security prison with the white collar guys. Jail still took some getting used to though. 

I called Debbie a couple of weeks later. 

"Great to hear from you, Harv; everything all right in there? I'm packing up the flat, well, there's nothing to pack really. Landlord wants me out, says the lease is in your name and basically he's right pissed off about the feds breaking the front door and banging holes in the walls. I don't really want to keep the place, but I'm not ready to leave yet.  

"Anyhow, I suppose you want to hear about the other thing.  

"So late afternoon after the sun was behind the building, I was out back trying to get the garden back into shape, filling in the holes and putting in some new shrubs so the damage won't get taken from our deposit. Freddy comes out, all helpful, and I got him to do most of the work.

After, we sit on the bench over on his side, and I know he's got the hots for me. What was I wearing? Bib coveralls, naked shoulders, I guess he could catch a peek of me from the side every now and again.

Anyhow, young Freddy, he puts a hand on my shoulder, and gives me a little squeeze. Such a sweet lad I was thinking, and I leaned over, and he leaned closer... I do like that moment, Harvey. The excitement of that first snog is fantastic. It took him a few seconds, and then the boy kissed me! Cor, I was so wet between me legs, I was running like a tap down there.

His hands are all soft, touching me neck and face, me shoulders and arms. He's sensual, didn't go for me bits straight away.

We just sat there like two innocent kids kissing and holding hands. It was sweet, but I couldn't go through with it, Harvey. I'm a married woman now, it just wasn't right.

I needed to tell Freddy a tale. I told him I like him well enough, but he's got to lose 15 pounds." 

I felt relief mixed with disappointment at Debbie's faithfulness. I was surprised at my feeling of disappointment at first; I realized that I was living vicariously through her. I wanted her to do it, and tell me about it. I wanted to feel her excitement, her pleasure, because I wasn't going to be getting any. 

The next month she was back, a ray of sunshine in my dark boring life. I wondered how many times she'd make the long journey before she gave up on me.

Federal time has no early release or parole, no conjugal visits. You do the time given and then you're done. 

I got my 4 seconds of precious hug, Debbie's big breasts pushing the breath out of me. She pushed her thigh between my legs, against my hard cock. The big silly dress she was wearing hid the extra touch from the guard.  

"Well, the first thing I need to tell you is, I shagged the boy." She told me as we sat down. 

"Fuck." I groaned in a mixture of pain and excitement. 

"Yeah, you got that right Harvey." She agreed, "He hasn't got a lot of finesse, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm."

She smiled as she thought of her young lover. Smiled with affection and satisfaction, smiled the way she used to after a night of wild passion. 

"Do you want details, Harvey?" 

I thought about that for a moment before answering. 

"Tell me everything." I said. "It's bad enough in here, but the worst thing is not knowing what's happening." 

She leaned back in her chair, which caused her big breasts to lift upwards a little. 

"You're allowed to look." She said. "You can stare at me tits Harvey. Young Fred might get a squeeze, but they're still yours. He's only got me on loan until you get out. 

"I wasn't going to do it, I was looking for another flat already, I thought I'd be long gone before Fred could lose the weight. But a couple of things happened; first a letter came from the bank. Notice that the feds had subpoenaed our records. They're still looking, and even though there's nothing for them to find that got me a bit paranoid. Then I found out that no one will rent to me unless I have a job that earns three times the rent. I can't get a job like that, what with no education or nothing. 

"So I go out the back all stressed, and there's eager young Fred, and I thought well I could do with a little cuddle, and he knows it only goes so far as he still has 8 pounds to go. 

So next thing, him and me on the garden bench again as it gets dark, tongues and hands going all over the place, and without thinking I start squeezing his prick though his trousers.  He pulls me blouse down me shoulders and me bra straps too, and before I know it the girls are out in the cold, nipples like a pair of cannons, and the lad's soft hands roaming over them  just felt so nice.  

I wasn't even thinking, I just opened his belt and took his cock out. It was almost dark and there were no lights on in any of the back windows of the flats overlooking the garden, so it seemed private enough. He was so hot and hard, Harvey; the boy was shivering, breathing heavy, I realized I'd taken him too far to stop, but I didn't want to go through with it either. I was hoping his mum would come home you see, but their house stayed dark. So we kept snogging and fondling, I would have blown him but there was no room on the bench and I didn't want to kneel in the grass, it was wet and muddy. 

"So finally I stood up and took his stiff little cock in my hand, and led him through the patio doors, into his bedroom with it; I've always wanted to do that.

He has a boy's bedroom; posters of race cars on the walls, old computer bits in the corner. Needs a woman's touch in there I'd say.

 Once that door was shut, nothing was stopping us anymore; no use holding back, So I opened my trousers and pulled them off. I told Fred to take off my pants. I hadn't planned it, and I hadn't shaved all the way up since you went away, so me bush was thicker than the garden hedge. I lay down on his bed and pushed his head between me thighs, Harvey, and I told him to lick me bits! He went at it like it was the best meal he'd had all week. Mind you, it probably was. Oh baby, it was so sweet. His hot little tongue was sliding up and down, I held his head in me hands and looked into his puppy dog eyes as I came." 

"Oh God." I grunted painfully.

 "Yeah, that's just what I said." Debbie agreed. "Shouted it out actually, I came so hard I thought the window was going to shatter; it was the hottest thing to happen to me since Paris."

 "Ah yes, we'll always have Paris." I said. "What happened to Paris?"

 "In the music biz now, doing reality TV, and her own clothing line I think." Debbie said. "Anyway, after that I was ready to have him. His cock was sticking out in front of him all hard and perfect, as big as a telephone pole. I could barely hold it in both hands it was so big." 

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. 

"All right, he just has a normal six inch prick Harvey." She conceded, "Hard as a nail though. I rolled him onto his back and wrapped my lips around it. I have to admit Harvey, it was nice. He was quivering and throbbing, moaning and groaning, hands on me head, eyes bugging out, cock hot and pulsing in me mouth, I sucked him and fondled his bollocks, and I felt them contract up just before he blew, spurting and groaning, bouncing around like. His spunk shot into my mouth with some force, it tasted ever so sweet and there was a lot of it as well. I kept sucking on him for a while and his cock kept throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, even after he'd run out of stuff. I was happy, Harvey, I felt great about it, the stiff young prick, his baby soft skin, the taste of him, everything." 

My wife paused to look at me. She smiled thinly. "I hope you're all right with this Harvey." She said.  

"How are you with it?" I countered. 

"All right I guess." She said. "It made me feel a little more secure about everything. Total crap of course, but there's nothing like a mouthful of come to settle me nerves. He's just a lad Harvey, but his parts are full grown. How's it going in here? Anyone trying to ream your butt?" 

"Nah, no one's interested in my old ass. My cellmate's a kid in for credit card fraud."

 "In federal nick for a dodgy credit card?"

 "It was lots of dodgy credit cards. Anyway, I'm in federal for weed, so anything's possible. So you sucked him off, and that was it? 

"Oh no, Harvey. The boy stayed hard after; And he kissed me, didn't give a toss about me come breath, he just kept on going like he'd never shot a gallon of goo down me throat.

"Next thing I know, I'm no me back with me knees open, and the boy is there, hot teenage prick knocking on my door, and I reach forward and grab his round bum in me hands and I pull him in, all the way in, deep as we can get it. I was wet, he was wet, it slid in no problem. He was on top, kissing me again as he fucked me, good and hard as well. It felt good inside, hot and sexy, I was coming again after a minute, but he boy didn't stop.

"I still want you Harvey, with us it's more than a bit of jiggery pokery between the sheets. But I got to admit, young Fred did me good. He went on and on, pumping and kissing, sucking me tits, me neck, me eyes. He's a sensual boy, a natural. I came, and came again, and then just when I'd had enough, the boy had a second orgasm as well. I didn't know blokes could do that."

"Isn't everyone supposed to use condoms these days?" I asked.

"Yeah, well, you know I hate those things. It didn't seem right to put a rubber on the lad, first time and all."

She looked at me longingly with her deadly pale blue eyes, her big breasts bulging at me through her ornate antique dress.

"Do you have a hardon right now?" she asked.

"Yes." I said shamefully.

"I feel bad about it the now; I took care of me own needs, but I know it hurts you Harv."

"It's ok." I said; "Do what you need to do."

I was sad, angry, horny, and jealous. But that's life when you're in jail.

The Convict's Wife Part 2

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