Paying in Full

by Don Jetman

~3~

"So, did you enjoy last night?"

Barbara sat on the edge of the tub, her skin still rosy from the hot, lavender scented water. She had fastened a towel around her, tucked tightly under her arms, coyly hiding her breasts, but intentionally ******** her slender back, hips and legs. She rubbed generous amounts of moisturizer over her bare legs and smiled slyly at Peter, who stared at her from the adjoining bedroom. His hand was busy at the fly of his shorts, rubbing harder and harder at the limp flesh that refused to respond, despite his nearly naked wife's teasing.

"You might as well give up on that," she continued. "Jack won't let you get hard for an entire year. You understand that, don't you?"

Peter looked down at his lap and stopped, always hoping for a hint of an erection - always frustrated and disappointed. Barbara stood, dropped the towel, and walked toward him. She sat beside him on the bed, then slowly slipped her hand inside his shorts.

"Peter - I have to know what it's like. I mean, I'm naked here beside you, doing things to your penis that used to drive you wild. There is something inside that still wants me, isn't there? I can feel you shaking."

Her eyes were fixed on the front of his shorts, watching with fascination while she rolled the soft tail of flesh between her fingers. And yet, that smile, that satisfied smirk that rarely left her face in his presence these days, told him that her words, laced with false sympathy, were meant to mock him.

Peter burned with embarrassment and anger. "How can you do it, Barbara? How can you give me these drugs, make me impotent, strut around naked in front of me day after day, and ask me if I still want you? You know damn well if I could get hard I'd throw you down on this bed and fuck you senseless."

Giving his limp penis a final little squeeze, she removed her hand and stood before him. Utterly naked, her hands slowly massaging her breasts and nipples, she canted her hips forward, taunting him with her freshly shaved pussy. "Ooooo - big promises from a husband who gives his wife to his boss any time he wants me." She stepped forward and straddled him, then sat in his lap, grinding against his crotch, her whispers warm against his ear.

"It's OK, darling. I know what it's doing to you. I can see it when you watch him grope me. I can see it when we kiss, and I suck his tongue into my mouth and pretend it's his cock. I can see it when we fuck in front of you. You like it, don't you? It gets you hot, seeing a strong, hung man like him take me, own me, make me come. You don't have to say it, if you despise what you are. But you could - you could tell me, whisper to me, if there is still a sliver of a man left inside you. It'll be our little secret. Just an honest confession. Mmmmm, confessions can feel so good, so comforting, the relief you've wanted for so long now, the burden of all your past sins lifted from your shoulders. Just a few words, from your lips to my ear, here in our bedroom."

She took Peter's head in her hands and pressed his face against her chest, softly moving his face, his lips, against her engorged nipples. He sucked instinctively, finding an odd comfort in the act. There were no memories of having tasted her before, no memories of Farmer doing the same. Just the sensation that somehow everything may be better than before, that tasting this woman he barely knew was a safe harbor.

"Tell me, baby - that you love it. That you love giving me up to him. That seeing us together is the sexiest thing you've ever seen me do. And it's growing on you, isn't it? You can't wait, can you? To see him fuck me again with a cock that you envy, that you know makes me so - fucking - complete. Just tell me, darling. Mmmmm, my darling. Just tell me, and it will all be OK. Everything. Evvverything..."

"It's - I - yes." Peter never felt the tear form at the corner of his eye. Or the second, or third that landed on his wife's firm breasts. "I do. I want to watch you with him. You're so beautiful when you're with him, so sexy, so wonderful, like I always wanted you to be with me. But I never could - not like that. You never made those sounds. You never called out, never said such filthy things. And I could never make you look so happy after you come, so satisfied, like a fragile angel in his arms. You just - you just - glow. I could never make you glow...".

Months earlier, his confession might have touched Barbara deeply. But his traitorous betrayal, the drugs, and Jack's cock had given her a thick skin, and reason to savor what she had become.

"It's OK, baby. It's OK. It's good to hear you say it - I love you for saying it. And even though you can't have sex for at least another year, I want you to know that if watching me with him is enjoyable for you, if it's the only substitute you have to hold on to, I won't deprive you of that. It's the least I can do for you. As long as you behave."

"I - I'll behave, I promise," Peter sobbed.

"So, do you want to see him slide his big cock in me as soon as possible? To listen to me beg him for more? To hear him grunt and groan as he spews his sperm in me?"

"Yes - yes, Barbara. I want that. Really. I do. He can even come in you, and I'll watch you. I'll watch you be his angel. His dirty little angel."

Barbara hid her wide smile behind a gentle hug as the humiliating confession poured out of him.

"If you really want all that, darling, Jack's at the door. Why don't you let him in and tell him?"