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Chapter Twelve -- Darlene's Weekend


It was daylight.  And there was Dwayne, Darlene smiled.  Naked. 
Cock.  Limp cock.  'Blow job,' her mind said.  She slid down
in bed and took him in her mouth.

For thirteen years, it was only on special occasions when she
did that, giving head.  And Dwayne was already hard.  Every time
she sucked him, he was already stiff.  But not this time.  The
feeling of his limp cock hardening in her mouth was...
wonderful.  Nice.  Exciting.  Erotic.  Sexy.  Naughty.

"Damn, woman," he groaned a few moments later.  She didn't stop. 
She wanted to experiment, to learn about the man she married
so long ago.  Now that he was fully hard, she used her
tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock, her eyes open to
see his reaction.  She didn't see much but she felt it.  He liked
it.  And the ridge along the bottom.  He's supposed to.. yeah, he
does.

"I don't.. want to.. ah, spoil.. this but.. I gotta.. pee."

"Me, too," Darlene chuckled, realizing that it might take
longer to get him off than her sphincter could hold out.

"Let's shower together," Dwayne suggested.

"I'd like that."

They both liked it.  Dwayne again asked her to "play
with yourself" and she did, even though she still felt some shame
and inhibitions.  It was wonderful to stroke herself down there
while Dwayne's soapy hands caressed her breasts and his fingers
pulled on her nipples.  She got off again.

"You haven't come," she noted.

"I'm saving it for later," he grinned, helping rinse his wife
and then roughly toweling her down.

"I want to shave you," she suddenly told him, inspired by a
scene from the movie 'Phenomenon' that flashed into her mind. 
With both of them still nude, she did, sensuously spreading
shaving cream over his face and carefully drawing the razor over
his cheeks.  She was almost done when Donald burst through the
door.  The lock had been broken for a year.

"Sorry," her young son barked as he backed out.

"We won't be long," Darlene laughed, thankful that they
weren't engaged in something obviously sexual.  She wiped off
her husband's face and pulled on her ratty old robe.

At breakfast, the kids questioned her about her week.  She
told them about exercising and taking classes.  It turned out to
be easy to leave out the sexual parts and still answer all of
their questions honestly.

The family packed a picnic lunch and went to a nearby lake with
a sandy beach and playground equipment.  Darlene was still
ashamed of her body and refused to put on a swimsuit and join the
rest of her family, busying herself with the picnic lunch and
then the clean up.  And she took a brisk walk for exercise,
sweating profusely in the steamy heat and humidity.

Dwayne and Jennifer, her oldest daughter, had done a
commendable job keeping up with the housework.  Darlene had to
search for a washer load of clothes, mostly things they had worn
to the lake.  She was washing the picnic utensils when Dwayne
told her, "Leave that.  Let's take a walk."

They were a block from the house when he finally said something. 
"Hon', I like your body."

"I'm fat."

"OK, you might prefer to lose a few pounds but I still like
your body.  That outfit, those sexy shorts you were wearing last
night and that top like a bra; that was _so_ sexy.  I wish you'd
wear things like that more often."

It's all about sex and communications and communicating about
sex, she remembered Clarice saying as she pondered her
husband's statement.  "You want me to dress sexy?"

"And play with yourself," he whispered in her ear because
there was a woman raking grass as they passed.

Little did he know how often she 'played with herself', but
always in the bedroom when the kids were out, alone with
her imagination, imagining things like.. last night.  "It is
fun," she bashfully admitted.

"It sure turned me on," he told her, more loudly now that a
mower was roaring nearby to provide privacy.

"Me, too."

"Did they teach you that?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about it."  So she did, giving many details of not
only the activities but her feelings.

Dwayne let her talk.  He had attended two classes, as well. 
Just evenings with the guys talking about women in general and
wives in particular.  Real 'guy talk' but about reality, loving
their wives, not typical locker room macho' bragging.  He learned
that 'listen' was the most important thing he could do.. so he
did.

"Geez, I'm getting turned on just talking about this," Darlene
said in the middle of her monologue, feeling her pussy lips puff
up with arousal.

"And you've turned me on."

"One of our instructors, an older woman named Clarice,
you remember her.  She's the one who went wild at the Sunday
night party.  She told us on the first day that sex,
communications, and comm..."

And Darlene got even more turned on as she talked and
Dwayne listened.  He had to adjust his hardon in his pants
several times as he got turned on.  They were still talking when
they made it back to the house.  The boys were in front of the TV
as the window unit hummed and spewed cool air.  Jennifer was in
the back yard, watching the little girls in the wading pool.  "Do
I get paid for watching the twerps?" she wanted to know.

"Yes," Darlene answered quickly.  Turning back to her husband,
she told him, "We'll have to do something special for her."

"Yeah," he agreed, worrying about how he would pay for it.

"So what do you like?"

"When you dress sexy," he grinned lecherously.

"Like how?"

"Short shorts, tight ones.  Short skirts.  You still have a
pretty nice pair of gams, there, lady," he grinned.  "And
your boobs and back and you.  Just you."

Even though she felt bashful and ashamed, Darlene found a pair
of old cut-off jean shorts that were 'Daisy Duke' style on her
body, and a knit halter top that he bought for her years ago. 
She had never worn it because the sides of her breasts weren't
covered and she thought that it made her look like a cow, but.. 
He likes it, she realized as he scanned her from top to bottom
and back up and then up and down again.  She could feel his eyes
on her ass he turned her back on him to prepare supper.  And then
she felt his hands, rough from manual labor but oh, so nice.

And he really helped with dinner, peeling all the carrots
and potatoes.  They ate in front of the TV.  The sound of
crickets was drowned out by the hum of the air conditioner and
the TV set.  Jennifer looked at her mother's outfit with
disapproval but Dwayne obviously loved it.  None of the other
kids even noticed.

Just as it got dark, Dwayne got up and pulled out his billfold.
"Here," he said, handing Jennifer a five dollar bill. 
"Your mother and I are going outside to have sex.  If we don't
get interrupted, you get double this tomorrow."

Lightning was flashing in the distance as they went outside
to play in the wading pool and the lawn chairs and then on
a furniture pad in the bed of Dwayne's pickup.  "Play
with yourself," Dwayne kept encouraging.  Each time, Darlene
blushed but she did it.  And she enjoyed it.  And Dwayne
enjoyed watching, especially when she came.  And he waited and
listened and waited some more, then, with perfect timing, joined
his wife to get her off.

A cool, gusty wind that precedes a summer thunderstorm made
them move the furniture pad in the garage.  Dwayne lifted Darlene
onto his workbench where saw dust ground into her bare bottom. 
He stuffed the pad behind her so she could lean back.  Then,
sitting on a stool, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and
settled in for a feast.

The first class he had attended taught 'listen.'  The second
was eating pussy, and the leader of the discussion group
suggested that they all follow Dr. Grey's advice to 'camp out
down there for a while.'  Dwayne was comfortable.  He licked up
between Darlene's puffed up pussy lips.  She twitched and
groaned.  It was fun driving his wife nuts.  And it turned him
on, but he still felt no urgency to blow his nuts.  She was
available.  Darlene had made it clear that whenever he wanted
sex, she was ready.

A bolt of lightning hit a tree nearby just as Darlene
reached another spectacular orgasm, the tremendous boom of
thunder somehow making the feelings even more intense, especially
when Dwayne wouldn't stop.  He was having too much fun and
wasn't about to quit until she came again and again and again,
losing herself in multiple orgasms that came one after the other
until she passed out.

The violent part of the thunderstorm was over by the time she
woke up.  They ended their evening of liberated sex with
Darlene giving a spectacular blow job while Dwayne relaxed in the
hammock and she knelt in the wet grass beside it.  She swallowed
every drop.

They snuck back into the house.  Darlene's top was in the bed
of the pickup and she thought her shorts might be in the garage. 
Dwayne's briefs were lost somewhere in the back yard, but
they found his soaked jeans on a lawn chair along with socks
and boots.  They'd pick up later.  For the moment, they cuddled
to sleep.

"Thank you," Dwayne told his daughter the next morning,
handing her a ten dollar bill.  He had finished the dishes from
last night while Darlene slept in.  He also took several phone
calls.

They went to church as a family.  Dwayne seldom went but it
seemed right to thank God for his good fortune.  He hadn't
even remembered that it was Father's Day.  Jennifer did. 
She organized all of her younger brothers and sisters to make
gifts and an early dinner and a cake with rich burnt sugar icing,
her dad's favorite.

The kids were all going to day camp the next day so they were
put to bed early.  Jennifer was still up reading when she heard
the unmistakable sounds coming from her parents' room.

"Yes, fuck me," Darlene panted as the bedsprings creaked
rhythmically.  "Fuck me hard."

"Play with yourself."

"Yes.  Yeah.  Oh, so good, ah."

When it was over, Darlene's orgasm followed quickly by
Dwayne's, there was quiet until Darlene whispered, "I don't want
to go back."

"We agreed," he told her.  "And if one week makes things this
much better, think about how it'll be in another eleven."

"I know," she sobbed, "But I miss you and the kids and I
hardly got to spend any time with them and I don't know how I'm
going to be able to make it."

"They're coming to kidnap you, you know," Dwayne chuckled.

"Who?  What?  Oh."

"Yeah.  They called a couple of times.  Do you really mind?"

"Yes," she whimpered.  "No.  Oh, geez, I'm so screwed up I
don't know what I want."

"We haven't fought all weekend."

"We didn't have time," Darlene snickered, tears still rolling
down her cheeks.

"That wasn't the only reason," Dwayne told her.  "We talked
a lot.  I feel closer to you than I ever have."

"Me, too.  That's why I don't want to go back."

"Yes, you do," he grinned.

"NO!"

"Put these on," he told her, producing a pair of handcuffs.

"No!"

"I'll eat your pussy if you do," he teased.

"No."

"Be real quiet when they come to get you so you don't wake
the kids."

"No, please," she begged.  But there was little choice. 
She finally agreed to put on the handcuffs.  Behind her back. 
They were uncomfortable.  And it was uncomfortable kneeling on
the bed with her shoulders resting on the sheet so Dwayne could
lay under her and lick her pussy, but it felt so good and...

Her next explosion was incredible.  Fantastic.  And over all
too quickly.  She could barely walk out to the van, naked, led by
her husband who threatened to carry her with the help of two
other men who ogled her body.  Never in a million years, would
she admit how pleased she was when they didn't turn away in
disgust but openly admired her corpulence.