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CHAPTER SEVEN

Barbara, silent and remorseful, staggered upstairs to shower. But the horrible things she had done could not be washed away. They would haunt her forever. She dressed sullenly, the tears long since gone, her mind now hardened. She glanced around the room. She would miss the place. She began packing, slowly and methodically filling up her luggage with her clothes. Carl wouldn't miss her; he was too wrapped up in making it with with every young girl he could find. Frank had been wrong; Carl wouldn't change.

She couldn't go on like this anymore. She couldn't take another orgy like the one she'd had with Steve and Fred. She had to get away, search within herself, find out what she wanted in life. A sad smile crossed her lips. She knew what she wanted: Carl.

She strained herself picking up the heavy suitcases that were bulging with clothes. She forced back her tears as she left the bedroom she had shared with Carl for eleven wonderful years. The time for crying was over.

Step by step, she carried the suitcases downstairs. When she reached the bottom, she heard the click of a key in the door. She stood and watched the knob turn, it would be Carl, and she didn't want to see him.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself. "Babs!" he said, a smile on his face. His eyes lowered to the suitcases on the floor. "What… where are you going?"

She sniffled. "I'm leaving you, Carl." She was trembling, but she couldn't stop. She refused to look into his eyes. She kept her stare level with his shoulder, afraid that if she looked into his eyes she would cry.

"I said I'm leaving you." Her knees bent as she picked up the suitcases, one in each hand. "Would you move away from the door please."

"You're crazy! You're not going anywhere." His smile had vanished. He moved, but not for her benefit. He blocked the doorway and kicked the door closed. "I think we better talk."

"We have nothing to talk about," she told him plainly, taking a step around him. "Nothing at all."

He grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to drop one of the suitcases. "Yes we do." His mouth grew hard.

She jerked her arm away. "Go to hell!" She reached for the suitcase and grabbed it again. "I'm leaving you, and you're not going to stop me!"

"Like hell, I'm not!" he snarled. He grabbed the suitcase and flung it across the foyer. It thudded against the wall. He reached for the other suitcase in her hand. "Give me that!"

"Here!" she shouted, swinging the suitcase and hitting him in the ribs with it. "Let me out of this fuckin' house!" At she swung the heavy suitcase again, he deftly avoided it, and it flew out of her grasp. It went crashing to the opposite wall, the contents spilling out over the floor.

"You bastard!" she yelled, pushing him away, going to the opened suitcase. She knelt down in front of it, angrily stuffing the contents back inside, tears spilling from her eyes. "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" She was shoving her clothes back in…

Carl watched her. "What is the matter with you? I thought you loved me."

She tried closing the suitcase, but couldn't. Her angry eyes looked up at him, cold and hard. "I thought you loved me!" Her hands were trembling, pushing down on the lid. Clothes sticking out on all sides of the suitcase kept her from shutting it.

"I do, baby. Christ, I've always loved you."

"You're full of shit, Carl," she said, finally locking the suitcase. "I'm too old… I'm over the hill… I'm not a kid any more. Does that sound familiar? You don't love me." She retrieved the other piece of luggage. "Just let me leave. I'm tired, and I don't want to argue."

"You're not going anywhere until we talk." He kicked the other piece of luggage away when she reached for it. "We're going to talk, Barbara."

"I'm done talking." She was going to get by him, even if she had to do it without the other suitcase.

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands. "Christ, I was only kidding when I said those things. I mean… shit… we're both growing older."

"Everyone does," she said coldly. "I'm not over the hill. I'm still desirable and even sexy." She looked him in the eyes this time, unafraid of crying.

"I know that, Babs."

"Then why don't you make love to me any more?" She was holding her face for last. She was going to let him hang himself with his lies.

"I'm busy… my job… Christ… we're not kids. I got responsibilities…"

She laughed richly. "You're full of more shit than I thought." She stared hard. "I saw you with Dorrie at that lounge." She fed it to him a piece at a time. She saw the shock on his face before he had a chance to recover.

"You're not too busy to fuck her." She started for the door again.

He grabbed her again and spun her around. "Then it was you I saw in the lounge. Who was that man?" He was indignant with rage.

She stared at him incredulously. "You've got to be kidding! Where do you get off asking me that! For months you've been fucking Dorrie and anything else you can find under twenty-one and you've got the gall to ask me who that man was!" Her bitter laughter transformed into hysterics.

Carl shook her, "Who was he?" He knew she was telling the truth, but the thought of her doing the same as he outraged him. "Who was he?" He was blinded with jealousy.

"He was the man I backed the car into," she told him, calming down. "We went into the lounge for a drink, and he made a pass. I turned him down… then I saw you with Dorrie… and I went to a motel with him, and he fucked me just like you fuck Dorrie." She tried breaking free of his grasp, but failed. "Let me go, you bastard!"

"You whore!" He slapped her, his jealousy robbing him of reason.

She blinked, seeing the jealous hurt in his eyes. "He's not the only one," she added, going for the jugular. "Last night at the club, while you were eyeing all the young pussy, I was outside fucking one of the drummers and sucking the other one."

In his shock, he released her. She went for the door.

Carl went into a rage and wheeled her around. "You fuckin' tramp!"

"You're right, Carl. I am a tramp. I like fucking, and I like to be desired and wanted." She purposely omitted Frank and, his son. "While you were at the club today," she continued, "fucking some young cunt, the drummers and I had an orgy and I took them both on again. It was fabulous!" She found she was screaming. "They appreciate me! You don't! Go fuck your young girls!"

Carl was floored. He felt as if he had been hit by a tank. She was right. For months, he had fucked his secretary and anyone else under twenty-five who was available.

His jealousy shattered like cheap glass. He saw her face, saw the face of the bride he had married eleven years ago, and realized his fear of growing old had ruined their marriage. His obsession with youth had destroyed them.

He dropped his arms in defeat. "Go on. I won't stop you… I don't deserve your love."

Free at last, she picked up her luggage and walked to the doer. She turned, looked at him the man she had cherished and loved for so long. The only man she had ever loved. "I love you, Carl. I always will."

He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. "I love you, Babs." He heaved a deep breath of remorse. His face changed. "I… I was afraid… afraid of getting old. I guess I was trying to be a kid again." He paused. "I don't want to be a kid I don't want to fuck those empty-headed girls." He paused again. "I want you."

"I used to be one, of those empty-headed girls you fucked, when we first got married," she reminded him. A smile cracked her sad face.

"Never, you were never empty-headed. I guess I was searching for our youth."

"It will always be with us, if you don't worry about the years." She dropped the suitcases.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked gently, his mind screaming for another chance.

She nodded, taking a step toward him. "It'll take time. The things I've done, I'm ashamed of. It'll take time for me to forget what I could have become."

"Thu could never be a tramp. I neglected you. Spending my time in the sack with dumb pussy. We have to put these things behind us. Think of the future and not the past." He was speaking for himself, then he added, "I drove you to do those things."

"We'll help each other to forget," she sobbed, going into his arms. "We'll wipe away my shame."

"There is no shame," he told her, holding her, showering her with kisses. "I'm the one who ought to be ashamed." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the stairs. "I made an ass out of myself and forgot how beautiful and sexy my wife really is… I can't have forgotten. You're the sexiest woman on earth." He carded her upstairs to their room, Barbara snuggling close to him.

As they approached the bedroom down the hall, Barbara clutched him tighter. "How do I make it up to you… the men… what I've done?"

"We start fresh. There are things we both have to forget, things we've both done wrong. Once we cross over into the bedroom, there is no past, nothing to make up there is only the future ahead of us."

"Ohhhh, my darling," she cried as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. "Carl, take me. Fuck me! Fuck me blind like you used to."

Carl was naked in a blink of an eye, his hard-muscled body aching to be in his wife's arms again. His cock throbbed as he climbed on the bed and grabbed her clothes, ripping them off her until she lay beside him naked and hot, ready to begin their life together again.

She rolled into his strong embrace and kissed him, her, tongue invading his mouth. She gurgled dreamily in her husband's arms as he sucked her tongue and caressed her quivering hot body, kneading her silky-smooth skin, his cock burning into her belly.

"I've prayed for this moment." She kissed him back with fervid enthusiasm, frantically kissing him all over his face, down his neck where she became more urgent, her kisses turning to nips, tiny love bites that had Carl moaning pleasurably.

"I've been so stupid, so wrong," Carl moaned, hating himself.

Her head came up from his chest. "No more talk of the past. Only the future." She swooped down and attacked his hard stomach with her nipping teeth, her bites more demanding, harder as she worked closer and closer to his cock…

"Babs," he groaned deliriously, his hands seeking her tits. "Babs!" His hands found the fleshy tit globes and squeezed. He squirmed, holding his wife's its, reveling her avid mouth. He was content, the need to prove himself gone, the need to be young again evaporating under Barbara's hot energetic mouth. "Ohhhhh… I love you, Babs."

She planted a kiss on the tip of his hard cock and scrambled between his legs. His prick was towering above his groin. She licked her lips and brought her race back to his prick.

"Oaaahhh!" he groaned as her mouth turned into a rageing hot furnace and enveloped his cock. "Jesus Christ!" He jabbed up, feeling his cockhead sink into her throat.

Barbara wallowed in his moans of pleasure. It was like old times. He was enjoying her, and her heart felt as if it would burst with happiness. She sucked his prick into her throat, her hands skimming under his body and clamping onto his ass cheeks. Her nails sank into his ass flesh as she dined ravenously on his prick, covering his cock with sucks, bites, and chewing nips.

"Aghhhhhh!" Carl groaned, fucking into her face, her mouth reminding him of just how fantastic she really was. "Baby! Baby!" He lunged up, fucking his prick to the balls, his groin grinding into her lips and nose.

With ecstatic joy, Barbara accepted his cock, gobbling voraciously. His cock hair tickled her nose when he slammed into her. Her nails dug into him like spurs, raking his ass while he fucked and stabbed his prick into her throat. She was in heaven he was back!

Drawing her cheeks in, she sucked greedily and dragged her head back; he battled to keep his prick inside her tight gullet. Her teeth grazed along his prickshaft and stopped below his bell-shaped cockhead. With only his prickhead in her mouth, while he jabbed and humped, she sucked and whipped her tongue over his cock, slapping it like a wet leather strap.

Carl went insane with his prick trapped between her teeth. He thrashed wildly on the bed, his prick throbbing painfully, his balls aching to be emptied. "Baby! Baby! Christ!" He lunged up and growled, her teeth gnawing his rigid prickshaft and her tongue slashing across his cockhead. Her cocksucking transformed him into a madman.

Barbara had him where she wanted him. She pulled her mouth off his cock. He gasped as he dropped back onto the bed, twitching mindlessly. She clawed her nails out from under him and over his balls, then up his spit soaked cock.

"Now I want your cock in my pussy."

Carl was raging as Barbara straddled him. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you blind!"

She leered at him, her eyes intense, her cheeks flaring, and her mouth. Contorting lewdly, her tongue flicking in and out. "I hope so, darling."

With her eyes burning into Carl's flushed and tight face, she reached down and grabbed his big cock. She gouged his prick through her wet steaming cunt gash. The shuddering contact almost made her faint. She studdied herself and eased the bloated cockhead between her cuntlips. She came slamming down, her cunt gulping his cock in one delicious swallow. "Unnnngggg," she groaned, her pussy stuffed with her husband's cock. It sent her reeling, and she swayed precariously, her eyes dilating, her the heaving as she tried to breathe. Carl stiffened, his back arching, his arms going for Barbara's magnificent tits. He pawed her tits, his fingers sinking in and out of the resilient cunt flesh, his prick burning in the boiling fuck-juices that steeped his cock in the buttery warmth of her pussy. He was greased for the onslaught ahead.

He leered up into her beautiful face. "Babs! Babs! You're gorgeous… so fantastically gorgeous!" He released her tits, wanting to admire her tits as he had done the first time he had seen them. He looked at the plump mounds of tit flesh soft, sweet, and juicy. Her tits were even more beautiful now.

She was drunk with passion and love for her husband. His compliments filled her with joy. "They're yours forever, my darling husband. Forever!" She leaned forward, slapping her bloated tits over his face.

Like bobbing for apples, Carl sank his teeth into a swollen red nipple. He sucked her tit and hanged with his cock. He fucked her pussy with fury while sucking her firm and pulpy tits. His hands mauled her soft body, then moved down her hips where he held her. He sucked and fucked alternating, lunged and sucked as if it were his mouth that drew his cock into her pussy.

Barbara luxuriated in the happiness she felt. Her head lolled, her hair falling into his face as he sucked on her tits. She watched him eat her tits and used her cunt muscles to milk his fucking cock.

Pulling her tit from his mouth, she sat up, jutting her tits out, truly proud of them. She rocked her hips and fucked forward, watching her husband's handsome face. She fucked again and again, spiraling upward with each delicious second. Her orgasm was building.

Carl, insane with passion and love for his wife, grabbed her and rolled, a fluid move that had him on top, her on the bottom, and his cock in command. "Now we fuck, my darling wife. Game time is over!"

She squealed in happiness, wanting him in control, wanting him to back her into insensibility. "Yessss! FUCK ME!"

With long hard demanding fuck-strokes, he pounded her cunt. His groin slammed hard against her pussy mound, mashing her clit. His prick sliced deep into each fuck-thrust, then he eased back, leaving a pulsing oozing wet void that he quickly filled again with another hardhitting thrust. He repeated this slow torturous process until his skull was a screaming echo writhing beneath him.

"Ohhhhhh, God! Aghhhhhhh!" she screamed, her hips lunging, her pussy grabbing his cock, adding to the pleasure of his slow deliberate fucking. She writhed in bliss, her tits rolling, her head jerking from side to side, whimpering moans escaping her spittle drooling mouth.

"Un! Un! Un!" she panted, arching up with each fuck-thrust of his cunt-splitting cock. "Harder! Faster! Take me all the waaaaay!" She became a beast, a writhing fucking beast, clawing and battling his pounding body with love and adoration.

Carl heeded his wife's insane screams and shortened his fuck-strokes. He began the fast roller-coaster ride to the summit.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as she increased her fuck-lunges to match his. "All the waaaaay!" Her legs shot out, then slammed back, her heels sinking into his sinewy muscles. Her nails clawed his arms, shoulders, chest as she raced headlong into bliss. Carl saw it in her eyes before it happened.

Her nails and humping hips carried him with her. He saw her face as her climax enveloped her, then felt the contracting storm in her pussy as her cunt muscles constricted. He rode her fury, rode her current to his own approaching climax. He gained the crest as he banged her back into the mattress.

"I'm cumming, darling!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. The impetus of his violent fucking carried her swiftly to her orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Carl! I'm cumming!" She was swept up in fuck-lust, her arms going around him, pulling his body to her, her hips never missing a fuck-stroke as she matched his fucking tempo.

Carl, his body and mind working together, went skyrocketing over the summit into joyous ecstasy. His prick exploded a thick gush of cock jizz. His piss-slot opened wide with countless wads of spewing cum, splattering his wife's convulsing pussy. He roared, his deep voice blending with Barbara's high-pitched squeals. "I'm cummingggg too!"

"I know," she wailed, rejoicing in the hot cum he fucked into her pussy. "I'm drowning in it!" She went wild, a crazed woman, jerking and fucking up onto her husband's prick, her arms and legs wound around him like the gripping limbs of an octopus. She creamed this cock, her hot bubbling pussy cum flooding over his prickshaft.

Carl fucked her with steady powerful thrusts. Each time she lunged, he drove her back. His head twisted, the muscles in his neck straining. His back arched, her hips became pistons. Growling howls came out of his throat as his prick spewed a torrent of whitewashing cum.

They fucked each other with love, trying to give more than they were receiving both triumphant. They went higher into their chaotic bliss, their bodies caught up in the catastrophic storm of their mutual climax. Hard violent fuck-thrusts met with upward fuck-lunges. Muscle battered soft flesh. Soft flesh cushioned hard muscle. Whimpering cries of pleasure blended with deep moaning groans.

They hovered at the top, drifting aimlessly in the heights, their bodies experiencing bliss together. They floated back as one, their fears real or imagined lost forever.

Clinging to one another, they fell asleep. A new life was ahead of them when they awoke.