"I don't know where you've been going so late," Tim growled as she slipped into bed early the next morning at two o'clock, "but you're turning into a Goddamn slut as far as I'm concerned."
"You shut up. You have no room to talk," Linda screamed and slugged him across his shoulder. And she turned over with a flounce and cried. She was afraid he would hit her back.
The return trip had been refreshing since there was little traffic on the highway. There were few people on the bus. She chatted on and off with the bus driver and dozed. The driver, large and quick-witted, came on to her. She just smiled and shook her head.
"I've a mind to rape you," Tim was saying. She stopped weeping. She snapped back to the present.
You wouldn't dare, she thought.
He grabbed her just then, pinned her shoulders to the pillow and fell across her body, pinning her. She screamed. He clapped a hand over her mouth.
"No wife of mine is going to do this to me. People will talk. I'm not going to be humiliated." He dug the finger beneath the elastic of her shortie pajamas. He tugged on her pussy hair till it hurt.
"Ow!" she screamed. "Don't do that." She tried to reach up and brush the tears away, but she couldn't budge under his weight.
"Fist, you listen to me," she said. "So long as you live under this roof, you have a curfew. Understand?" He looked at her with a piercing glance. "I don't know what I did to deserve this," he continued, "but, kiddo, you sure am changing. You're ruining everything, everything we had together."
"Let me go. Let me go, Tim. Let me go!" She began screaming loudly. "We had nothing together. NOTHING! You can't even get up the energy to screw me more than once a week! And you want me to chain myself to this bed? No, no, no, a thousand times noooooo!"
He slapped her hard across her face. She cried out in pain, and then wept. Still he held her pinned tightly to the mattress. He groped to take his undershorts off with one hand. "I'll show you who can fuck more than once a week. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. I didn't know you liked it so damn much. And now I wish we had those Goddamn mirrors to watch the blood drip out of your cunt! Or will it be stale semen?"
Linda's mouth fell open. She'd never heard such foul-mouthed language from her husband. She was speechless. She closed her mouth and watched him, watched what he would do, as if he were in a silent film. She knew she was powerless.
He didn't bother to kick his shorts off. They lay clinging to one calf. Then he ripped her pajamas down. Her pussy was exposed to whatever he was going to force on her. It was ironic that only a few nights ago he had refused to fuck her, and she'd been all hot for him.
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "Just don't hurt me!"
His full weight fell on her again. She started to struggle then stopped. He was jamming his half-erect cock into her. He couldn't get it in at first, so he kept ramming it against her pussy till his cock was rock-hard and her groin ached. Then he plunged into her.
It hurt less if she didn't struggle. So she gave in. She spread her thighs wide, hoping she could relax to the point where some erotic, arousing fantasy would cross her mind. At this point, she was frigid. The large cock hurt inside her tight pussy. She adjusted her hips until she was fairly comfortable.
"Tim!" she cried. She clutched his shoulders and peered into his face. But he wouldn't look at her. He was groaning with pleasure. To him she was faceless. It could have been any woman.
"Enjoy it, whore," he kept saying. He dipped his tongue down to her tit, bit the nipples hard, bit her breasts all over. Suddenly he noticed her neck. The love bite Jim had given her earlier was still there. "What's this?" he asked.
She said nothing. She just gritted her teeth and stared cold and hard at him. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He had started it. It had become a chain of events, a chain reaction whose initial impetus he had provided through neglect.
"Say 'fuck me'," he commanded. "Tell me to fuck you! Tell me how much you desire me now, bitch. Say it! Say it! SAY IT!" His face was red and puffy.
The breeze swirled the curtain. "Can't you close the window so the neighbors don't hear?" she mumbled.
"Can't you come home nights so the neighbors don't SEE?" he screamed back.
He grabbed a handful of her big hair and held it light. He continued to plow slowly in and out of her steaming hole. The stimulation, even if she didn't want it, was relaxing her. Her cunt began throbbing. Her eyes closed. Her pussy twitched with every tiny movement of his giant cock deep inside her.
His elbows were on either side of her arms. She had a little more freedom of movement, though still no room to escape. She was resigned to pleasing her husband, hopefully for the last time.
"If you'd wanted me more, more often, every night, even every other night, this never would have happened," she cried, the tears welling out of the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. "Believe me!"
"Nonsense," he answered. "You met someone, didn't you? Only, I can't for the life of me decide when. You obviously knew him before the play."
Linda didn't answer. It would be too hard to explain. She pulled her head to loosen his hold on her hair. He let an inch of the blond stuff pull through his fingers.
He reached around her ass cheeks and began pinching them. Hard. It was painful and arousing.
"C'mon, you blond bitch! I want you to beg to be fucked now! Ask me. Plead for it. Don't just lie there and expect it."
"Do fuck me. Fuck me," Linda said. "I want you to fuck me." She was lying through her teeth.
"Arid mean it. I want you to mean it!"
"Then get your hand off my hair!" she cried. "Have a few manners!"
He let another inch of the fine blond hair pull through his grasp. Linda sighed. "Fuck me, please. I really do want you to fuck me." He may as well, he had fought so hard to get inside.
"I'll fuck you, baby. I'll ram you so hard it'll come out your ears."
He let go of her, rose on his arms and began plunging his cock into her cunt. She dug her heels into the sheet and mattress and raised her buttocks to accommodate his seven inches. She was beginning to feel no pain. Just pleasure.
"Oh, honey," she couldn't help say, "oh, that feels good. Ohhhhh!"
Tim continued to screw her. He grunted with every hot thrust up her moist twat. He paused. Then he began thrusting again.
She dug her elbows into the mattress and hoisted her body even further up. Her back arched and her tits flattened.
"Now you look like a bitch in heat," commented her husband half-approvingly. "You know, you could be a pin-up."
"That's sweet." She wished she'd heard that years ago.
Every time he thrust hard into her, she thrust her pelvis up to meet his. Then she grew tired and lay still and just let him fuck her. She was panting and moaning at intervals now. Her fingertips and nails clawed the sheet.
As he continued to plow full-length in and out of her pussy hole, wet and dripping with juices, Linda felt the steady, monotonous rhythm of their clashing groins set up wild vibrations in her.
"Ohhhhhh, Tim, ohhhhh, honey, ohh, I feel it, oh, I feel it coming, ohhhh, honey, I can't stand it! Ohhhhhh!" And she was off on a rising spiral of orgasm. It began with just a twitching and an itching in her clit and cunt hole, and then grew and expanded and finally broke free, throwing its hot waves over her entire body.
"Fuck, Linda, honey, pump hard! Oh, I'm coming, too! Oh, suck it all out of me, baby, suck it all out of me with that delicious cunt!"
He was shaking like a wild animal on top of her, and with every last thrust, expelled his juicy load inside her hungry pussy-mouth.
"Ohhhhh, honey, Linda, ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "oh, that's it, squeeze it, squeeze it, mmmmm, milk me dry, thata girl!"
Linda squeezed with her pussy muscles, pulling every extra drop out, vacuuming it, sucking it up inside her.
He lay on top of her, his shrinking, curling dick lodged just inside her cunt hole. Tim dozed. One turn in his sleep and the slack cock slipped out of her.
The raping was over.
It hadn't been half bad. She resented him terribly at first. But then she forgave him. It had turned out well. And he was going through hard times himself.
Linda cuddled her husband in her arms. They slept like that the rest of the night.
In the morning they were friends again. Linda hummed as she fixed breakfast and thought about her course which began that night. Tim showered, dressed and came to the breakfast table.
"Honey, do you have any extra change?" he asked. "I'm going to leave the car in the garage to have that brake checked out and then take a cab on in to work."
"Sure, dear, take a look in my purse," she said absent-mindedly. She was wondering if her marriage could be preserved after all, even with her new-found independence. For she would not stay home.
Tim returned to the kitchen with her purse and looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Where did you get these?" he said, puffing the three, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills out of her wallet and holding them up.
"Where did you get those? Put them back," she mapped, horrified. Her husband was coming too close to her shameful secret.
"Where does a lady get such large bills nowadays?" he asked coolly, sitting down. "What's the matter, isn't my salary enough for you? It's okay, you don't have to answer."
"If you must know, I borrowed it."
"From whom? WHY?" he screamed. "A likely story." He buried his face in his hands, then looked up at her. "What are you doing? What are you doing to me?"
"I have every right to borrow money," she said evenly. "It's for a project I have in mind."
"What project? On second thought, I don't even want to know." He got up.
"You didn't eat, Tim. Eat something." She pushed a piece of toast toward him.
"I'm not hungry." He strode toward the kitchen door and walked out. In a moment he was back, grabbing the keys from off the table. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something. I think you're a horrible person. You don't have to come home at all any more. I don't even want you."
He marched into the hallway and Linda heard the door slam, then the car start up. She burst into tears.
She wept over the dishes. Their marriage was crashing. It was one catastrophe after another.
Thinking about the course that night, and perhaps a new future for herself, kept her going through the day. Tim wasn't home by the time she left. She walked the short distance downtown.
The YWCA was on the street near the library and the newspaper office. She turned up the walk and followed two other women inside. They appeared to be mother and daughter. One was about thirty-nine, a shy brunette woman, and the other in her sixties, short and plump with round cheeks, spectacles and bleached blond hair.
"You're never too young to try anything," the older lady was saying. "When I was young, there was only one choice open to a woman – marriage. Now, there are other alternatives. Don't fret that your marriage is breaking up. I often wish I'd never gotten married myself."
"But, Mother, I love Bob. We just don't get along, that's all."
All three were inside now, and a young woman registered them. She eyed Linda and went out of her way to be friendly, as she supplied her with a pencil and registration card. She had a carefree, boyish air about her.
"Welcome to the course in female freedom!" she said cheerfully.
"Is that what it's called?" Linda asked.
"No, that's what I call it. You'll like it, though. I've taken it twice. You can repeat it. I take attendance and get it for free."
"You must be pretty assertive by now," said Linda, smiling. She was attracted to the girl's bouncy manner.
"You could say that," said the girl, looking at her directly. It made Linda uncomfortable. "My name's Geri, what's yours? Oh, yes, Linda Carney. She read from the registration card Linda handed her. There's a town in New Jersey called Carney. Tell me, were you named after it?"
Linda laughed. "Really? I doubt it. Never heard of it. My father comes from a long line of horse thieves."
"Well, Carney is a one-horse town, let me tell you. Hey, you seem nice. Care to have a drink after the class? I know some pretty mean places." She rolled her eyes.
Linda laughed but something stirred in her and made her thrill. Geri's exuberance was lifting her out of her own depression. "Sure, hey, I'd like that. After eight years of dull married life, I could use a tour of this town's night life."
"You got it, baby. We'll go in my car see. You later. You better hurry, you'll be late. I gotta hang around here a little longer and be the aggressor for all the passive women. There'll be latecomers."
Linda waved and went upstairs to the clubroom on the second floor. She entered hesitantly. She was thinking that the course would be worth the price of one new friend.
The room was quiet. Hall a dozen women sat around a horseshoe-shaped table. One woman, more sophisticated and at ease than the rest, greeted Linda and asked for her receipt. Linda clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I forgot to pay. I'm so sorry. I got into a conversation."
"That's all right. Run right back down. Geri will give you a receipt."
Linda hurried down the stairs.
"Geri, I forgot to pay. I'm sorry." She dipped into her purse and fished out one or the hundred dollar bills.
Geri took it and flinched. She gave Linda a fifty in return and said, without a trace of expression, "Maybe I'll have to reconsider the spot I was going to take you." She nodded her short curly brown head as in agreement with herself.
"Oh, please don't," said Linda. "Don't let that impress you. It's rare I carry such large bills."
Geri studied her a moment, then stood up and strode around the small desk she'd been sitting at. She wore tight brushed denim pants and a denim jacket. "I don't know why I like you, but I do. You're sweet. Here's to you…" and she leaned and pecked Linda on one cheek.
Linda was amazed, but touched. Her hand went up to the moist cheek. "Why, thank you," she said. She wanted to kiss the girl back, but she was too shy. She turned, and said brightly, "Well, see you later."
"Yes, see you!"
Linda was glad there had been no one downstairs to see. She didn't know why, but such a display of affection from a complete stranger – and a woman – embarrassed her. At the same time she liked it.
She was wondering if Geri might have something mote in mind than just a drink. She found the thought titillating. She thought she might be game, but she wasn't sure.
She entered the room again and gave the receipt to the teacher. Geri came up a moment later and sat across the table from her. Linda felt Geri's eyes on her the whole hour and a half, and she kept nervously shifting her weight.
Following introductions, they practiced role playing, in groups of two. They changed off being husband and wife, employer and employee. Linda was glad she did not get Geri.
The first evening was a nervous blur. Linda was glad to see other women in the same position she was in… some a little worse off… and some a little better.
"Well, how'd you like it?" Geri asked after class, joining the buzzing women and taking her arm. She steered her away from the group and out the door, much to Linda's alarm.
But since she had a date with Geri, she decided not to protest. They walked out to Geri's car parked down the street and drove off in the direction of the town's outskirts.
"Where are you going?" asked Linda pleasantly. She was mildly concerned they might be going on some joy ride out of town.
"There's a place called Butch Cassidy's out on Old Oak Road. Okay by you?" Geri looked sideways briefly and grinned, then returned her eyes to the road.
"Haven't heard of it. Sure," Linda answered agreeably.
"No, you probably haven't. It's… uh… kinda new."
Five minutes later she steered the car up a driveway outside the night spot, and pulled up in a dark far corner of the parking lot, under a weeping willow. She switched off the ignition and turned out the headlights. It was so still and peaceful. Linda closed her eyes for a brief moment to listen to the locusts. Their buzz grew louder in the silence.
Suddenly she felt Geri slide next to her and put her arm around her shoulders. "Linda… Linda… I want to kiss you. You're so pretty. Please let me kiss you," Geri said.