Once the rapist was gone, Toni became depressed. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was a slut. What kind of woman enjoys being raped? It was ludicrous and yet she'd yelled like a whore for him to dick her.
She showered again and tried to wash every trace of the rapist away. She scrubbed her cunt and then scrubbed it again.
She opened a bottle of wine and drank down half of it as she tried to calm her nerves. She didn't know if she should call the police or Cliff or what.
She tried to phone Cliff at his office. The switchboard operator said he was gone for the day. She began dialing the police and decided against it. The police never caught rapists and even if they did it would mean going to court and trying to identify him. It was too much trouble for little reward. She'd been raped. There would be no way to change that.
Even though Angel was cool lately, Toni gulped another glass of wine and dialed her number. Steve answered and told her that Angel was at her mother's.
Toni fought back tears and when Steve sensed that something was wrong, she blurted out the whole story.
"You stay there," he said. "I'm coming over. Keep the doors locked. Those guys sometimes come back."
He didn't give her a chance to object and anyway she welcomed the company. She went around the house locking doors and windows and weeping. Steve would soothe her and stay with her until she felt calmer. She wondered what he was doing home in the middle of the day. Maybe he was home from the road this week. Anyway, she was just grateful that someone cared. Her own husband was no where to be found.
She felt bitter about Cliff not being in his office. If he was working late, where the hell was he? She applied fresh makeup and brushed her hair. She looked a fright and there was no reason to subject Steve to that.
When he arrived, she ushered him into the living room and burst into tears. He took her into his arms and stroked her hair.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he said. She told him she did and they sat down on the sofa. She told him about the rape, leaving out the part about enjoying it. He sat quietly while she talked and wept, and, when she was through talking, they sat close together, and she finally stopped crying.
"They say one of the feelings a woman gets stared she's raped is the feeling of guilt," he said.
Toni wiped her nose with a tissue. "It's true," she said. "Somehow I feel that if I'd been more careful it wouldn't have happened." Her eyes brimmed with tears.
Steve patted her shoulders. "Not true. The guy probably had his eye on you and when you were out he got into the house. Incidentally, how did he get in?"
"The patio door was open," she said. "We never expect anything had to happen around here. We're careless, I guess, but so is everyone else."
Steve took her hand. "Listen, another thing they say is that some women get turned off to sex after they're raped."
Toni nodded vigorously. Too vigorously. "I can understand that."
"I sure hope that doesn't happen to you, Toni, because it could affect your marriage."
"We're not doing too well lately anyway," she said.
Steve hugged her to him. "Yeah, Angel's acting kind of funny too. If I didn't know better, I'd say the two of them were having an affair."
It was obvious that he thought the idea was silly. Toni didn't. More and more she thought it was possible. First Cliff becomes distant. Then Angel suddenly doesn't have time for her. It all seemed to go get together too well.
Steve frowned. "They say you're supposed to get right back on a horse," he said.
"On a horse?" Toni sniffed.
Steve looked thoughtful. "Yeah, when you fall from a horse, in order not to be scared, you're supposed to get right back on."
"Meaning what?" she said ruefully. "Should I go out and look for the rapist?"
"Hell, no," he chuckled. "I just mean, if you want to get back on the horse, I'll be glad to oblige, Toni."
She stared at him. "Are you serious?"
He nodded solemnly. "I'll do it for you. Hell, Cliff's a good friend and you know how I feel about you. You just say the word. We could both probably use it right about now."
Toni couldn't believe her ears. She searched his face, but Steve looked perfectly guileless. Could he really mean what he was saying or was it simply a ruse to get her into bed?
"I don't know what to say, Steve," she said. He scratched his crotch. There was a bulge between his legs. He kissed her forehead and she thought hard. Maybe the best thing for her to do now would be to forget all about the horrible experience. Going to bed with Steve would certainly take her mind off her troubles.
She wiped her eyes one last time and turned to Steve. If it was true that Cliff was having an affair with Angel, this would be one way to get even with both of them.
"What do you say, Toni?" Steve said. "Just say the word and it's yours."
After a moment, Toni nodded. "Yes, I think it's a good idea," she said.
They went upstairs and she insisted on changing the sheets before getting into bed. Steve helped her and when the fresh linens were in place he wrapped his arms around her.
"Now if I do something to turn you off, you just let me know. I don't want to make things worse for you. This is therapy, remember. Hell, it's not that I don't want to fuck you. But I won't forget why we're doing this. Okay?"
Toni nodded and tried to hide the excitement she felt. She'd been laid by three men today, and yet here she was becoming turned on again. What a slut she was. The rapist was right when he called her names.
Steve crushed her in his arms gently and she felt safe and loved somehow. She felt his hardon through their clothes and she rhythmically gyrated her cunt-mound against him.
She wanted to sing and laugh and be playful because she was happy and about to get laid. She had to restrain herself. She didn't want to lose Steve's respect.
He undressed her tenderly. Neither of them mentioned their spouses. When she was naked from the waist up, he took her big tits in his hands and mouthed one of her nipples. He caressed it gently with lips and tongue and teeth and fumbled with the rest of her clothes.
When she was naked, he gazed at her body with awed eyes. "You're so beautiful."
For the first time she mentioned Angel. "Not as beautiful as Angel."
His expression didn't change. "More beautiful," he said, drinking in her curves.
They kissed and it was good and passionate. He thrust his tongue into her more-than-willing mouth and she clung to him.
"Fuck me, Steve," she said. "I'm ready to get on the horse and ride."
She writhed beneath him as he unzipped his fly. His fingers shook and she encouraged him by murmuring how much she wanted him. Her magnificent tits quivered with excitement and she watched as he hauled his prick out.
He brought himself to her and she trembled at the touch of his prick on pussy. She clamped her thighs around his hips as he speared his cock inside her cunt.
They bucked and thrashed and she came almost at once. She heard herself scream as the wonderful sensations rocked her.
"Steve, it's okay," she said. "It's okay. I'm not afraid anymore."
"Toni, it's so good," he said over and over. "It's so good, Toni. I haven't had a fuck like this in years."
He plunged his prick into her cunt and she bucked her ass and welcomed him.
"Oh, Steve, it's so good!" she cried. "Don't stop fucking me! It's so damn good!"
It had been an eventful day and now she was in the throes of the best sex she'd ever known. And her partner was one of Cliff's best friends and Angel's husband. Where would it all lead?
It led to Toni and Steve falling in love. Their feelings took both of them by surprise. They'd been fond of each other for years, but they amused that neither had ever been especially attracted to the other. Steve had been wild about Angel in the early years of their marriage and Toni just hadn't thought about Steve that way.
The new feelings she had made Toni feel alive and happy and also guilty and depressed. Steve had two children, and divorce had never entered his mind. Toni had never considered divorce either. The idea was disgusting to her until she fell for Steve.
They met at motels and sometimes they just drove to the ocean. The sex was marvelous and Toni had no desire for other men.
The lovers became convinced that Angel and Cliff were having an affair. In this way they mitigated their own guilt. But it was Steve who couldn't seem to get enough of Toni. It was Steve who began talking about marriage.
They had just checked into a motel and he scooped her into his arms and lay her down on the bed. He kissed her and his tongue slipped hotly between her eager lips.
"There's only one solution to the whole damn mess," he said.
"Don't talk, fuck," Toni whispered.
He stroked her tits and her cunt-mound. He moved one hand over her ass. "We've got to talk about the future."
She reached for him. "Not now," she said. I need you, Steve.
He kissed her, first tenderly and then with more urgency. "I need you too and not just in motel rooms."
"Honey, you have two kids to think of," she said, caressing his chest through his tee shirt.
"And a job which isn't getting much of my attention lately," he said, closing his lips over one of her nipples through her clothes.
"That's all the more reason why we've got to think practically," she said.
But it was hard for her to think clearly at all when his hand was on her thigh. Her pussy was wet and hot and needy. She fondled his dick through his pants.
"People split up every day," he said. Toni parted her legs and he drew her closer. "I've got to have you, Toni, and not just in bed. I want to live with you and have children with you. I love you and I can't stand your going home and sleeping with Cliff every night."
"I know," she said. "I feel the same way about your sleeping with Angel."
Neither spoke for a few minutes. They kissed and fondled and stroked and Toni felt his hard cock. Steve was right. People split up every day. The divorce rate was enormous. Maybe things would work out. Maybe they would be able to get married after all.
"How's Angel treating you lately?" he said.
"Not at all," Toni said. "I haven't talked to her in weeks."
"I haven't seen Cliff in weeks either. I still think they're making it together."
Toni never told Steve how promiscuous his wife was. It didn't seem fair somehow to rub his face in Angel's indiscretions. Now she thought about Cliff and Angel. If they were having an affair, maybe they wanted divorces too. Maybe they'd all come out of it happier.
She stopped thinking when Steve shoved his hand inside her panties and snaked a finger between her hot and horny cuntlips. They french kissed and exchanged saliva. It was funny how she and Steve clicked. Maybe at this very moment Cliff and Angel were somewhere clicking too.
"I love you, Toni," Steve murmured, dipping his fingertip into her cunthole.
Toni's skirt was hiked up and he yanked her panties down and played with the damp hairs of her cunt. She pulled him to her and kissed him.
"Fuck me, big boy," she said. "Your girl needs your cock badly."
Steve rose up and dropped his pants and shorts. He helped Toni removed her clothes and as he reached for her tits she reached for his prick.
He lifted her ass and kissed her tits. His cock sprang back and touched his belly. She climbed between his legs and took his cock between her lips. He stroked her hair and groaned.
"Oh, baby, you sure know how to suck a cock," he said.
"I love you, Steve."
"Let me suck you too, darling."
She released his cock and climbed around until her cunt was positioned over his face and her mouth was over his prick.
She hungrily took his cock back into her mouth and felt his tongue on her twat. She was very wet and he deliberately licked up her juices and sucked on her cunt-meat.
She thought about all the men she'd fucked. The bottom line was love and she knew that now. She thought she loved Cliff, but it was Steve she really loved. That was what made the fucking so good. Love and fucking was what it was all about.
He licked all over her gash and she sucked eagerly on his up thrust cock. Neither spoke for a long time as they sucked in a frenzy. She used her mouth like a cunt and he used his tongue like a cock. They brought each other to the brink, but no further. They would fuck after a while. When they got to the point where they had no other choice.
She used her fingers as well as her lips and tongue. The things she'd done to other men paled in comparison to what she did to Steve. She had in the past weeks licked his asshole. He didn't want her to do it, but she wanted to. She had a feeling about Steve that nothing about him was disgusting. She loved every inch of his skin and everything that came out of him.
He felt the same way about her. He had licked and sucked every inch of her body. He'd sucked her cunt after she peed. He'd tongued her asshole and almost managed to stick the tip of his tongue into the puckered little hole. He told her he did things to her he had never done to Angel and she believed him. After all, Angel had told her their sex life was dull.
Now his hands were all over her, on her asscheeks and asscrack and on her inner thighs and tits. She was in a frenzy of lust, and she shivered through an orgasm when he tongued her clit.
Steve loved bringing her off. He gained intense pleasure when she cried and writhed around with her tits flopping against him. He always gave her several orgasms before he finally climaxed. No man had ever been so thoughtful about catering to her needs. How she loved him!
Now she felt his balls tighten as she tongued his cockhead.
"Come in my mouth, darling," she said.
"No, want to fuck you," he said.
"Give me a treat and let me swallow your jism."
"Oh, Toni, Toni," he said, pressing his face into her snatch. "Where's it all going to lead?"
"Oh, darling!" she said, sliding her lips halfway down his throbbing cockshaft.
She came again in a flood of cuntjuice and spasming pussy. She clamped her lips around his cockhead and bit down mindlessly.
"I'm gonna come, honey," Steve said, arching his back and grabbing her ass. "Take it, honey."
Toni was thrilled to have his spunk in her mouth. She never felt more loved and fulfilled than when she had Steve's prick exploding in her mouth. She felt it was the best gift she could give to him and the best he could give to her.
His balls released their huge load and she rejoiced in the feeling of drinking it down. Whatever happened in the future, they had now and that was what really mattered. It had to be what really mattered.
Steve continued slamming his prick into her throat until his balls were drained. Then he turned around and took her into his arms. He breathed deeply and she snuggled up against him. She fondled his nipples and laced her fingers through the bristly hair on his chest.
She touched his limp cock and it lurched under her fingers. She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes.