by Lola Starr
Her legs and arms quivered as he lifted her further back on the bed, climbing between her legs. Spreading them wide, he slid the head of his cock into her slowly. Pushing into her with gentle thrusts, he slid in deeper until he was buried in her. With careful movements, he thrust his hips and moved his cock in and out of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He gradually picked up speed, taking her breath away as he pumped into her harder and harder. Soon he was riding her at full speed, and their moans echoed against the bedroom walls. He pulled her knees up around his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper. As the intensity of his movements increased, she found herself ready to explode with pleasure once more. Their cries filled the room as they climaxed together. His hot, thick cum shot into her, mixing with her juices, covering them both.
Her body was pressed underneath his as they lay together, gasping for air. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their cum ran out onto her legs and the mattress. His heart was racing, and she could feel its strong beating against her chest. He pushed himself up and collapsed next to her. With his head resting on several pillows, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close to him as they drifted off to sleep in silence.
The next morning, she woke up early again so she could fix a nice breakfast before they left for church. She felt refreshed and happy after their lovemaking the night before and sang as she moved around the kitchen. David again came down to the kitchen with wet, slicked back hair, but he was freshly shaved and dressed up for church. By the time they left for church, Samantha had practically forgotten Friday’s incident and the weeks leading up to it.
As they walked through the church parking lot on their way in, they saw Sally and Nathan arriving as well. They all sat in their usual spot, the two couples and the girls’ parents in the same row. Other than a quick nod hello, Sally didn’t speak and Nathan was fairly quiet. Both of them looked unhappy, and Sam wondered what had happened but didn’t want to ask in front of everyone. She’d just talk to Sally later, privately. David chatted openly to her parents, who didn’t seem to notice anything strange about Sally’s behavior. The band started playing, and they all stopped talking in order to sing with everyone else.
Throughout the service, Samantha kept glancing at Sally. She was concerned about her behavior and wanted desperately to find out what Nathan had done, other than restrict her phone and computer use. She tried to pay attention to the pastor, but her mind kept drifting back to the situation with her sister. After having a wonderful time with David the day before, she was now anxious again.
“Are you okay?” David whispered to her at one point when he noticed her twisting a flyer in her hand nervously during the sermon.
“I’m alright,” she responded with an unenthusiastic smile. She reached across his lap to hold his hand, and he squeezed hers in response, which helped calm her a bit.
Once the service was over, they all filed into the cafeteria for donuts and coffee. Sally and Nathan looked a little happier now but not their usual selves. David seemed to notice it too and pulled Samantha aside once they’d gotten their plates.
“I’m going to talk things over with Nathan,” he said. “Why don’t you sit with Sally and visit with her? It might make you both feel better.”
He couldn’t have known how relieved she was to hear that. She gave him a quick kiss and then went to join Sally at the table where she sat alone, brooding.
“Hey, Sally,” she said with a smile as she slid into the seat across from her. “Are you feeling alright?”
“What do you think?” Sally spat back out at her. “Your husband is being a busybody, trying to get me in trouble, and you’re taking his side. How am I supposed to feel?”
“That’s not true!” Samantha countered. “He wasn’t trying to get you in trouble at all. He was worried about what was going on, and I told him the truth when he asked me. Am I supposed to lie to him?”
“No, but you could have managed things better. Nathan’s being a jerk now, not letting me use my phone or anything. It’s like being back home with Mom and Dad.”
Samantha paused for moment before asking, “Did he do anything else? To punish you, I mean?”
“He sent me to bed early, like a child. Said if I acted up anymore, he would pull down my pants and spank me! I couldn’t believe the way he was overreacting.”
“Don’t you think he was entitled to be a little upset?” Samantha asked. “You lied to him and did exactly what he asked you not to do. And even now you’re not taking it seriously!”
“It figures you’d say that,” Sally said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ve had enough hearing it from him.”
Samantha had to bite her tongue to keep from going off on her. I got punished worse than she did, and I wasn’t even the one who went sneaking off. It was irritating to hear that Sally was reacting the same way she always had when getting caught doing something wrong. Everyone else was to blame, and she had no concern whatsoever about how her irresponsibility had affected Samantha. How on earth is she going to survive married life with this kind of attitude? She nibbled at her donut and frowned as they sat in silence.
“How are you ladies enjoying your coffee?” Nathan said as he and David approached the table and sat down with them.
“It’s not as weak as usual,” Sally said. “How are you doing, David?”
“Can’t complain,” he responded. “Your parents said to tell you guys they couldn’t stick around, but they’ll see you next week.”
“David, do you mind if we leave now?” Samantha said abruptly. “I’m not feeling well.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to say so long as well,” David said, rising to his feet and extending a hand to Samantha. “Give me a call tomorrow when you can, Nathan. Have a good week, Sally.”
He smiled and greeted a few people on their way out to the parking lot but waited until they were in the car before turning to her with a frown.
“What’s going on now?” he demanded. “You were feeling fine all morning.”
“It’s Sally,” she grumbled. “I can’t explain it. She just gets on my nerves.”
“Blaming you for everything, huh?”
“As usual,” she sighed. “Do you think it’s my fault? She might not have gone if I’d refused to cover for her.”
“I’m sure that’s what she’d like you to think. You shouldn’t have gotten involved, but she made her own decisions. Stop worrying about it. It’s over.”
It sure didn’t feel that way. She didn’t want to bring up the fact that Sally was blaming him as well, but that was what irritated her the most. He’s right—it’s over and I should stop thinking about it. For the rest of the ride home, they talked about his latest project at work and other business issues. She didn’t understand most of what he was trying to explain, but at least it helped keep her mind off Sally’s comments.
By dinnertime, when he noticed she was still sulking, he suggested going out to eat at one of her favorite restaurants. With her spirits brightened, she redid her hair and makeup and they headed out for dinner. A night out was just what she needed to help her get over the stress of the past few weeks. As she and David laughed and had fun, she was bothered less and less by what had happened with Sally. Her life with David came first and she wasn’t going to let her sister interfere with that any longer.
Her good mood continued through the night and into the next morning. After preparing a nice breakfast for David, she saw him off to work and went about her normal Monday routine. Her weekend with David had left her rejuvenated and ready to face the new week.
While pushing a cart through the supermarket, her phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Sally.
Do you want to have lunch today?
Sure, just come over to my place, she texted back, then added, Nathan’s okay with this?
Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at noon.
Samantha put the phone away, feeling uneasy at the way Sally h
ad brushed off her question about Nathan. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t any of her business anyway, but she couldn’t help but worry that she’d get pulled into more of Sally’s drama. She grabbed some extra items to make for their lunch together, then finished her shopping quickly so she’d have time to cook.
As she was putting the finishing touches on a salad she’d prepared, the doorbell rang. She jogged over to the front door to let Sally in.
“Come on back to the kitchen. I’m just finishing up the food.”
Sally followed her back and helped her set the table. Once they sat down and started to eat, Samantha had to ask the question that had been nagging her.
“Are you sure this is okay with Nathan? I don’t want to cause any problems.”
“It’s fine,” she said, taking a bite of pasta. “It’s making me crazy not to talk to anyone. He hasn’t been checking my phone or anything, so I decided making a few calls here and there wouldn’t hurt.”
“Sally, won’t this just make things worse? You’re going behind his back and lying to him again.”
“Nothing will get worse. He doesn’t know about any of this. Please let’s not get in an argument about it again.”
Samantha, let it go and just listened while Sally talked about how glad she was to be out of the house. The restrictions Nathan had put on her had been driving her crazy, and she could hardly take bites of food in between chattering about all the stuff she’d been dying to tell Samantha since the week before. Once they were done eating and Sally helped her clean up, Samantha had practically forgotten that Sally wasn’t supposed to have come over. She was glad to have time with her and happy they weren’t angry with each other. She made sure to caution Sally before she left, however.
“It was nice to see you, but please don’t keep doing this. It’s not worth making trouble with Nathan.”
“I won’t, I won’t. Hopefully by next week I won’t have to sneak anymore anyway.”
She gave Samantha a quick hug goodbye and left. Samantha wasn’t especially worried but still felt uncomfortable. It’s none of my business anyway. She still had stuff to do around the house and wasn’t going to let everything get disrupted again. Once she’d finished all the laundry and other household tasks, it was close to the time David would be home, so she got started on dinner preparations.
She continued to move around the kitchen getting everything ready when her phone rang. She started walking over to the counter to get it before realizing it wasn’t her phone. It was coming from somewhere else. Carefully following the noise, she eventually located the source of the ringing inside one of the cupboards. It was Sally’s phone.
She picked it up and saw it was Nathan. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should pick up so he wouldn’t worry, but decided against it. She didn’t want to get sucked into covering for Sally again. Instead, she took the phone into the other room and dropped it inside her purse, figuring she could drive over to return it later that evening or the next day. That still left the problem of Nathan worrying, though, and Sally getting found out. It’s not your problem. Stay out of it. She glanced at the clock to see how much time she had before David got home. If she hurried, she could get to Sally’s and back without him even realizing she had gone. She grabbed her purse and jumped into the car. I’ll just do it this once, then never again.
She made good time getting to Sally’s house, and was happy to see Nathan’s car wasn’t there. She dashed up to the front door and rang the bell. Sally peeked out through the window then opened the door.
“What’s wrong?” she said, with a confused look.
“You forgot something,” Samantha said, holding out the phone.
“Oh, my gosh! I’ve been looking all over for it,” she said, giving Samantha a hug. “Thank you!”
“Nathan was calling about 20 minutes ago. You better find out what he wanted.”
“I will. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. Thanks again for bringing it over.”
Samantha hopped back into the car and raced back home. Or tried to, anyway. To her dismay, rush hour traffic had kicked in and she was stuck behind a line of cars moving at a snail’s pace. Come on, come on. She didn’t want David to know about this and if he got home before her, she knew he’d ask where she’d been. She turned onto a side street to see if she could find a way around the traffic. After winding her way around a neighborhood she was unfamiliar with, she found herself back on the same backed-up road. There was no choice but to stay on it and just hope things started to move soon. They didn’t.
Nearly an hour later, she was still not home and was practically in tears from the frustration. Her phone buzzed on the seat next to her. Since traffic wouldn’t be moving for another minute, she picked it up. It was David.
“Hey, where are you?” he asked with concern. “Whatever you had in the oven is burned and the kitchen is filled with smoke.”
“I’m on my way home from Sally’s,” she answered, her voice quivering as she tried to hold back tears.
“Sally’s? Why were you over there?”
“I... she came by earlier and forgot her phone. I went over to return it. Now I’m stuck in traffic.”
“Just hurry home,” he said, his irritation clear through the phone. “We’ll talk when you get here.”
She hung up and wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. Once again, instead of having a nice dinner ready to greet her husband after a long day’s work, she’d ruined the evening by trying to fix her sister’s problems. Another half hour later, she finally pulled up into their driveway and went inside to face David.
When she walked inside, she didn’t see him but noticed he’d left the kitchen door open to air out the smoke. She went upstairs and heard the shower running, so she waited on the bed for him to come out. A minute after the water turned off, David came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at her pointedly.
“Did your sister have Nathan’s permission to come over?”
“It wasn’t up to me,” she said apologetically.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“No,” she said, looking down at her feet. “It sounded like she wasn’t supposed to be here, but I decided not to pry. We just had a nice lunch and she went home.”
“And then?”
“Then a while later I heard her phone ringing and realized she’d forgotten it here. I saw it was Nathan calling and didn’t want him to worry, so I decided to take it back to her. But the traffic was bad and I took longer than I’d expected.”
“So rather than stay here and make sure our dinner didn’t burn, you decided it was more important to keep your sister out of trouble.”
She couldn’t answer. She’d been trying to convince herself that that wasn’t the case, but he was right and she knew it. Looking irritated, he walked over to the dresser, picked up his own phone, and dialed.
“Hey, Nathan. It’s David. Samantha just told me that Sally was over here for lunch. The last I knew, you didn’t want her doing that.” He paused a moment, while Nathan spoke. “That’s what I thought. I’m sorry for the bother. I’ll be taking care of things on this end. Talk to you later.”
Samantha’s heart sank. Her whole trip was for nothing. Sally would almost certainly blame her, and David, for getting her in trouble again. Nathan might actually spank her this time, and who knew what kind of other punishments she would face. Never mind what Samantha herself was about to experience, with David “taking care of things on this end.” Why didn’t I just say no when she asked about having lunch?
“Go down to the living room. Stand in the corner and wait until I tell you to move. Pull your panties down and put your hands on your head.”
He went back into the bathroom and shut the door. She stood up and headed downstairs, not bothering to wipe away the tears now. She made her way to the corner and pulled her panties down as her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment. As if her body had a mind of its own, she felt the sen
se of perverse excitement she had felt several nights earlier, during her punishment. Instead of feeling bad about what she’d done, her body was happily anticipating what David would do to her. She put her hands on her head as directed and began to softly sob. What kind of wife am I?
By the time David came back into the living room, her crying had subsided somewhat but she felt no better on the inside. How did I manage to screw things up so badly again?
“Sam, pull up your panties and come over here with me,” he said to her from the sofa. “I need to speak to you.”
Unable to meet his gaze, she trudged over and sat on the opposite end of the sofa from him. She stared at his feet and waited for him to speak.
“I’m still not really sure you understand what the problem is with this whole situation. It’s really none of my business, or yours, what happens between Nathan and your sister. Ultimately, I’d rather not know anything about it, since all it’s done is make problems between us. Here’s the thing—there should be nothing that comes between us. When you’re more concerned about your sister and her problems than you are about being truthful with me or making our marriage a priority, that’s a big problem.
“I’m not going to have my wife putting other people’s marriages ahead of ours. I’m also not going to keep apologizing to another man for the way my wife inserts herself into his marriage instead of minding her own business. That type of behavior stops right now. I will not explain this to you again. Now, go upstairs, bend over the bed, and think about how badly I’m about to light your bottom on fire.”
