They Are Just Words
(More Fiction From Goose)
Thank God, it's Friday. That was what Diane was
thinking as she got into the car and headed out of the parking
garage. It had been one of those draining weeks when everyone
who entered her office was on the verge of a crisis.
Few realize that Social Work is not a job; it is a calling. The
pay is low, caseloads are heavy, and success stories are rare.
None of that had been a surprise to Diane. She was aware of all
those things going in. Know one knows why. It is those very
things however, that makes Diane and people like her do what they
do. As innocent and naïve as it may sound, people like Diane
want to make the world a better place. They want to help people.
Like doctors, psychiatrist, and other healers, Social Workers
have the same goal. However, the Social Worker has to work with
people who may well be at the lowest point in their lives.
Social Workers have to try to help the people who cannot afford
psychiatrists, and expensive therapists. The people Diane met
with daily were people who had a crisis going on in their lives
right then. They weren't people trying to learn to deal with
something that had happened twenty or thirty years ago. Her
clients were about to be homeless, or didn't have enough food to
feed their children, or even worse a child that was being abused
right then.
Diane faced the same problem everyone in her field faced at some
point. Either she could learn to care, while at the same time
trying to keep it from running her life, or she could become
jaded, thinking only of them as case numbers and not people. The
latter was not an option for her. It was Friday however and
although it had taken some time, she had learned to leave all the
negativity and pain she faced every day at the office.
As Diane pulled onto the freeway and shifted the car into high
gear her mind changed gears as well. It was time to start
thinking about what to feed her kids and husband for dinner.
She and Tom, Tom being her husband, had a system; He would go by
and pick up their two children from day care. That allowed Diane
to go home and start dinner. It worked out well for them for
several reasons; she was the better cook, and Tom's office was
closer to the daycare. It also kept Tom directly involved with
the care of the children. Diane liked that.
She was surprised however when she pulled into the driveway and
saw Tom's car. She always got home first. Her heart skipped a
beat as her mind raced from one dreadful scenario to another.
Were the children okay? Was Tom sick?
Tom had left the bedroom window open so he could here Diane's old
Toyota coming up the driveway. The familiar groan of the old
engine was Tom's signal to light the scented candles he'd so
carefully placed around the bathtub. Next, he added some hot
water to the bath he'd drawn for his wife.
He'd been planning this for weeks. He had known for some time
that Diane was in need of some serious TLC. Between the office,
the kids and him she rarely had an opportunity to even sit down,
much less relax. Even their lovemaking suffered from the hustle
and bustle of their lives. The sex was always good, but it was
usually rushed. Their sex life had gone the way of everything
else. It had become routine. Every day had become just like the
day before. Rush to the office, rush home. Eat dinner, bath the
kids, and watch a little TV. By the time they got into bed they
were ready to collapse in an exhausted heap.
Tom heard the front door open and hurriedly poured two glasses of
wine from the bottle on ice in the bedroom. Just as Diane closed
the front door, Tom stepped out of the shadows and kissed her
lightly on the lips. "I hope you don't mind I've planned a
little surprise for you."
"What about..." Her mind was still on the children.
"The kids are with my parents for the weekend, everything is
taken care of."
Tom took his wife's briefcase and handed her a glass of
wine. "Trust me?"
"Of course." If there was one thing she'd learned about Tom
in five years of marriage it was that he was trustworthy.
She followed willing as he led her into the bathroom, watching
with nervous anticipation as he undressed her. She couldn't
resist a smile as he nervously undressed her then easily lifted
her and lowered her into the tub of soothing hot water. The
tension of the week slowly began to dissipate as the warm water
enveloped her tired body. Sipping her wine, Diane surrendered
the tight muscles of her neck to the massage of Tom's strong
fingers.
Tom stopped his neck massage to refill Diane's glass.
When he returned, he washed her entire body with a soft sponge
taking extra time with her breasts and between her legs.
He not only wanted this to be relaxing. He wanted it to be
erotic as well. Yes, he was leading her into making love but his
motive was not selfish. He wanted it for both of them.
Diane rested her head against the rim of the tub and closed her
eyes. The wine along with Tom's talented fingers, allowed her
mind to find much needed freedom from hectic schedules and
heartbreaking stories.
Her body savored Tom's gentle teasing. The warm soapy water
washed over her nipples, lower belly and beyond, seeming to
cleanse Diane of all the tension and frustrations that haunted
her on a daily basis.
Without conscious thought, she spread her legs anticipating the
soft sponge against her most private parts. She wasn't
disappointed. The warm water and light touch sent a tingle
through her entire body.
Lifting Diane to her feet, Tom took his time patting her body dry
with a warm towel. Then, in one smooth motion, he took her in his
arms and carried her away to their four-poster bed.
Tenderly kissing his wife's lips, he released her into the
softness of the silk sheets he had bought for the occasion.
"I love you," he said as he moved from her lips down her neck
stopping at her breasts to smother the tender white flesh of each
with soft kisses.
Even Tom had his limits. As his excitement grew, his kisses
became hotter and more demanding as he teased one nipple then the
other. The sweet scent of lilac filled his senses as he continued
downward over Diane's soft belly, not stopping until his head was
between her legs. , pausing just long enough for his tongue to
probe her damp muff. With the tip of his tongue, he searched and
quickly found the hard pink bud of his wife's clit. Flicking it
once, he left it with a wet kiss before moving on.
He didn't stop again until he reached her toes.
By now, Diane was quivering in anticipation of her husband's soft
kisses and warm touch. Tom sucked and licked each toe before
starting back toward Diane's, now smoldering, womanhood.
Ever so softly, he kissed and sucked her inner thighs moving from
one leg to the other, pausing each time to momentarily roll her
swollen clit between his lips.
Diane's hips rose with passion as her husband used his tongue to
trace a line the length of her slit. Slowly, the outer lips of
her pussy began to open and expand.
Patiently, Tom continued his gentle licking until the treasure he
sought opened up, allowing him to taste the sweet juices seeping
from within. When he was certain Diane's body was ready and
begging for release he stood, allowing his robe to fall to the
floor, exposing his naked body.
Diane's eyes widened as she drank in the beauty of Tom's sculpted
body. Years at the gym had made him a specimen to behold. She
couldn't remember the last time she had taken time to truly
appreciate his hard chiseled form, broad shoulders, bulging pecs
and tight narrow waist. She sometimes resented the time he
spent at the gym thinking it was time he should be spending with
her and the kids, but at times like this, she was glad for his
dedication to fitness.
Finally, her attention narrowed, shifting to his protruding cock.
Standing high and proud, the foreskin stretched tightly. The
usually soft pink head looked hard and bright red. She had
admired her husband's cock a thousand times, always appreciative
of the length and especially the girth. Tonight however, it
looked even thicker, longer and oh so hard. Her body tingled as
a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. Knowing she could still
cause such a reaction from him after all these years gave her a
warm feeling.
Then, without warning, a nervousness she hadn't felt since the
first time they made love raced through her body. Butterflies
flapped their wings wildly in her stomach. Why, she didn't know.
Forcing herself to push those feeling aside, she spread her legs
presenting Tom and his cock an open invitation.
Tom took two pillows from the bed and placed them under his
wife's hips making her opening even more accessible. Teasingly,
he stroked his bulging hard-on, causing another drop of semen to
leak from the tip. Then, with one finger, he massaged the sticky
liquid around the head causing the tip to shine in the soft
light.
Heat rose from between Diane's legs as she licked her lips
imagining the bittersweet taste of Tom's cum.
"Are you ready?"
Diane answered by shamelessly spreading her legs even wider
showing him her glistening opening.
She was mesmerized her as he hovered above her, his dick hard and
long hovering just above her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
She continued to watch as Tom kneeled between her legs. Holding
his cock tightly in one hand, caused the head to change from red
to deep purple as another drop of cum dripped onto Diane`s lower
belly.
Slowly, Tom moved the swollen tool toward his wife`s opening,
stopping just as the tip touched her slippery hole.
Diane's pulse raced as she watched, anticipating the warm
hardness that by now she was craving. There was emptiness
between her legs begging to be filled, creating an involuntary
impulse that sent her hips thrusting upward.
Emotionally she longed for her husband's warmth.
Physically her body screamed out for his hardness.
Finally, she began to feel some relief when he slowly began to
slide his steeliness into the warm wetness, the silky head of his
cock plowing deeper and deeper, exploring her dark damp cavern.
Diane watched in passionate awe as her husband's cock slowly
disappeared between her legs. She could feel her cunt stretching
as it opened even wider to accommodate the stony mass intrusion.
To her delight, he didn't stop until he reached full penetration,
his tight sack resting against the sensitive area between her
pussy and her ass. She smiled inwardly as he paused there to
grind deep inside her for a long moment, pushing hard determined
to go as deep as possible. Elation turned to despair however, as
the burning rod began to retreat. Tom was pulling out as slowly
and deliberately as he'd entered.
Pulling out completely, he rubbed the spongy head of his cock
against Diane's bright red clit. Then, using the head of his
dick like a hammer he gently tapped the swollen button, causing
Diane the gasp with ecstasy as her body dangled on the edge of
orgasm. Repeating this a half dozen times he then leaned forward
taking her in his arms and pulling her tight against him.
Diane felt her husband's hard chest pressing against her small
breasts, causing them to mushroom against his muscular body. His
tool found her opening once again on it own, diving deeply into
her warm cavern.
The couple's bodies immediately fell into a synchronized rhythm.
Starting slow. Almost immediately however, Tom's thrusts
becoming more demanding. Diane worked to match her husband's
fury, finally wrapping her legs around his hips in an effort to
pull him deeper. In response to his wife's passion, Tom thrust
harder trying to meet the needs of her demanding body.
Diane signaled to Tom, the way she always did, with a soft
moan. That meant the wave was building. Through clenched teeth,
she gasped for air as she ground her hips hard against him.
Digging her heels into his backside, she strained to engulf every
inch of him.
Tom answered her body's call by rising to his knees, grabbing her
by her slender hips and lifting her off the pillows, all while
pulling her hard against him.
As the flood of release raced through Diane's body Tom let go
a guttural groan of his own. The spurting cum felt like burning
lava streaming through his cock as he released a pulsing stream
deep into his wife's receptive body. His entire body quivered
and convulsed before going limp, causing him to collapse heavily
on top of Diane's sweaty body.
Tom spent but Diane wasn't finished. A fire still burned in
her loins. Tom had ignited it with the loving tenderness she
needed to relax, and then slowly he'd taken her to a heart
pounding feverish pitch that had ended in a mind crashing orgasm.
However, she still had a need. It was like an untouchable itch,
a hunger that couldn't be fed. It was a thirst that no matter
how much you drank couldn't be quenched.
She didn't know exactly what it was she wanted but that wouldn't
stop her from looking for it. She pushed her depleted husband
onto his back and immediately went after his slowly shrinking
manhood.
In their years of marriage Diane had generally been a willing,
but not always enthusiastic, participant of oral sex.
Tonight however, she didn't hesitate. Burying her head in his
crotch, she sucked the entire length of his reluctant meat
between her lips. The combination of her own sweet cum mixed
with Tom's salty ejaculation on her tongue brought on a tiny
orgasm, causing her entire body to shudder.
The super sensitive cock reacted by trying to retreat from
Diane's unforgiving mouth. She was relentless in her mission
however, refusing to let it go. Gobbling his meat with a
vengeance, her lips remained locked around the base of his meat
until his painful sensitivity subsided and his cock began to grow
once more.
Feeling the expansion in her mouth caused another flood of juices
to gush from Diane's already sloppy pussy. The wine and orgasms
had been a lethal combination for Diane. She was feeling
completely free and uninhibited.
Tonight, she was driven by a raging wildfire between her legs
that seared through her body and took over her brain. All her
hang-ups were gone. Tom's lovemaking had been fantastic but now
she wanted to fuck and be fucked. She wanted to be fucked like
she'd never been fucked before.
With Tom's cock fully erect and functional she pulled it from her
mouth. Squeezing it firmly at the base, she allowed her animal
instincts take over. Quickly, without thought or hesitation, she
straddled her husband, driving her hungry pussy downward until
her soft ass landed against his thighs.
The momentum of Tom's cock ripping through her wet hole caused a
squishing sound along with a feeling of fullness that brought a
smile to her lips. She sat up straight. When she did, the pool
of cum remaining in her pussy seeped from her hole, running down
the inside of her thighs. The feeling of that sticky goo
trickling down her legs elevated her excitement to a completely
new level.
Diane slid up and down Tom's pole like a child on a playground
slide; sliding down as hard and as fast as she could just to see
how fast she could climb back to the top to slide down again.
She leaned forward, carefully finding just the right angle so
that with every stroke his soft chest hairs tickle d and teased
her aching nipples.
Tom searched his wife's face. He'd never seen her like this.
He'd never seen such brazenness and shamelessness in his wife.
With eyes shut tight and teeth clenched, she bounced wildly up
and down on his aching cock.
Diane was still trying to scratch that irritating itch.
That itch that not only couldn't be reached, it couldn't even
identified. She tried grinding her pussy against his pelvic
bone, thrusting slowly, bouncing wildly, although everything she
did would bring on delightful waves of orgasms, nothing touched
that unidentifiable itch. She felt the urge to scream and did,
but even that didn't the relief for which she was searching.
"Damn, Tom whispered, your wild tonight. You're acting like an
insatiable slut."
That was it. That was the stimulation Diane had, without even
knowing, been seeking. As soon as the word slut came out of
Tom's mouth, she felt that hidden itch scratched. She opened her
eyes and kissed him hard on the mouth. She grasped his face in
her hands. Her eyes seemed to shoot fire as she said between
clenched teeth, "Yes, fuck me like a slut. Make me you're
whore."
This was not what Tom had planned. It was supposed to be a quiet
loving evening. A time for him and Diane to rekindle the love
they felt for one another.
He hesitated for a split second, not sure what to do.
In that short span, Diane reiterated her demand by grabbing a
fistful of chest hair and pulling hard. "I said fuck me. Fuck
me like a two-dollar whore. Ram you cock in me so hard it hurts.
Punish my cunt with your cock."
With those words the burning in Diane's loins to spread to Tom.
Still unsure of what was happening, he no longer cared. Rolling
over, he pinned his petite wife beneath him. Grabbing her
ankles, he threw her legs over his shoulders. As he did, he
hissed; "You want me to fuck you? Okay, I'll fuck you. Take
this."
As the words came out of his mouth, he drove his cock hard into
his wife's cooperative pussy. Diane's hole made loud sloshing
sounds with every demanding stroke.
Diane caught on fast, locking her ankles behind Tom's neck while
at the same time thrusting her hips upward to meet her husband's
relentless pounding.
They glared at one another, neither breaking eye contact, as they
fired hot remarks back and forth.
Diane shouted between gasping breaths, "That's it baby. Fuck me.
Take me like a whore."
At first, the words didn't come easy for Tom. He respected his
wife. He loved her. Unlike her, his words were not much more
than a whisper. "Take my cock whore." Then, with each
statement, he got louder. "That's what you want isn't it?
Finally, he was screaming. "You want my cock in your pussy?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I want. I want to feel you big cock
in my pussy. Give it to me hard. Oh you`re so big. Damn I love
your big cock."
The heat of Diane's cunt along with her scorching words was more
that Tom could stand. The ache in his cock was replaced by a
burning in his balls. A signal he was going to cum and there was
nothing he could do to stop it.
Between clenched teeth Toms hissed; "I'm cumming. I'm going to
fill your pussy with my cum."
Diane had felt Tom's orgasm coming even before he did. The rod
buried deep inside her had been swelling, warning her of the
forthcoming explosion.
A smile crossed her lips as the meat lodged between her legs
began pulsing, emptying hot spurts of semen deep within the
confines of her gaping hole. That sent a wave of orgasm racing
through her like she had never known. Every muscle in her body
tensed. An, almost painful, flood of relief flooded from between
her legs. Her nipples ached, her face felt flush and her mouth
went dry, as her insides were flooded to overflowing with a sea
of molten cum.
Tom felt his cock surge and throb in an effort to release the
boiling load it carried. Feverish with passion, he tried to pump
his still blood-filled cock in an out of Diane's sloppy opening.
His carnal need was to milk his balls of every last drop.
When it was over, the couple lay side by side in silence. not
touching. With their bodies drenched in perspiration, pulses
still racing and gasping for breath, neither could have even
spoken if they wanted to. Each was an island, alone, drifting in
a sea of questions.
Neither could find the words to express what had just happened.
The couple had gone where they had never gone before. There was
no explanation for the path Diane had led them down. There was
no reasoning as to why she had chosen to go there.
Each, in their own mind, knew there was no turning back. They
could never again be the innocent couple they had been an hour
ago. The events of the last hour had changed them, both as
individuals and as a couple.
How they would deal with it, only time would tell. Both had
showed a side of themselves the other had not known existed.
That was somewhat troubling.
With her heart still pounding in her chest, Diane began to
question what Tom really thought of her now or for that matter
what she thought of herself. Did he really see her as a slut?
Without a doubt she had acted like one. When he called her a
whore, was that real or pretend? Had he always thought of her in
those terms and just been too polite or afraid to say it? Even
bigger questions came to her, disquieting her: Was that the real
her a few minutes ago, begging for more cock and pleading with
Tom to fuck her hard? Had she unwittingly uncovered a side of
her personality that even she had not known existed?
Lying beside his wife, Tom had questions of his own. Which is
the real Diane? The slut he had just experienced or the shy
demure, girl he had married. The names he called her bothered
him as well. He didn't mean any of it, he told himself. It was
all just pretend. At least that was what he thought at the time.
Now, he wondered. Was that really the way he felt about his
wife and women in general. Were all women sluts and whores,
using their bodies to get whatever they could from a man.
In the quiet stillness of the evening, the same thought crossed both of
their minds. Had they opened a Pandora`s box? Would words that
had seemed so harmless yet so exiting do irreparable damage to
what, until now, had been a strong, caring and loving marriage.
The same two questions burned in both of their minds Both
wondered the same thing. Had they gone to far?
Tom knew someone needed to say something. "I love you," he
finally mumbled.
"I love you too," was the soft reply.
Still, they did not kiss. They did not look at one another, each
afraid of what they might see.