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CHAPTER EIGHT

Sniffling back tears, Jessica pulled into the driveway. She tried to cover herself as best she could with her torn clothes. "Oh God, Roger's home!" Panic seized her. She didn't want him to see her like this!

Holding her shorts about her waist, an arm across her heaving tits, she trudged the steps to the front door. She prayed she could get by Roger and into the shower before he discovered she was home.

She entered the house, sneaked by the living room, and quietly made her way down the hall to the bathroom.

"Is that you?" Roger called dully, his head pounding wildly.

Jessica didn't answer. She tip-toed into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

Holding his forehead, Roger got out of bed to check. He heard the shower running. He tried the knob. The bathroom door was locked.

"Jessica!" he shouted, then winced. The constant drumming inside his brain reminded him not to shout. "Jessica, I know you're in there," he said softly. Still, no response.

In the shower, Jessica ignored him. She tried to rinse away the smell of the rapist. She felt contaminated.

Roger pounded the door, getting madder and madder.

Jessica shut the loud pounding from her mind. She grabbed the soap and lathered her body. Possessed with an overwhelming desire to be clean, she began to wash her cunt and ass. She couldn't get enough soap on her. Each abused hole never seemed to stop oozing the filthy cum.

Roger, running out of patience, stepped back and lunged at the door. The inexpensive lock snapped and the door went crashing open.

Roger grabbed the shower curtain and tore it off the rod. His face was livid with rage. "Why didn't you answer me?"

A stunned Jessica stared back at him, blinking away the spraying water and tears. "Leave me alone."

Roger spotted a mark on her face. "What's that?" he demanded. "Who hit you!"

"No one," she said flatly.

"Was it the mechanic?" he sneered. He stared at her wet body under the spraying water.

Jessica's face registered surprise. "What mechanic?" she said, recovering slightly. She didn't want to talk yet. She was too distraught to discuss anything intelligently. "You must be crazy."

"I'm not crazy," he shouted, forgetting about the pounding hammer in his head. "I was there! I saw you! Whore!"

Each word burned into her brain. She brought herself under control, tried to gather her jumble thoughts into a reasonable order. "So what?" It was all she could say. The rape had her dazed, unthinking.

Roger's fists balled, his fingertips digging into the palms of his hand. "You tramp!"

"You're great at calling people names. What name do you go by?"

Her breath was rushing out in quick pockets. Water beat constantly against her body. She wiped it from her eyes, pushed her wet hair from her face.

She threw the wash cloth in his face. "You're a no good fuckin' bastard. Vow like that name?"

He yanked the wash cloth from his face and tossed it to the floor.

"Why! Why!" Roger's mind reeled.

"You know why?" she shouted back. "You've been cheating on me for God knows how long, and now you're not man enough to admit it."

"You're wrong," he screamed over the spraying sounds of the shower.

Jessica laughed. "I'm not a fool."

"I know that. You're whore!" He grabbed her wrist.

She shook herself loose from his grasp. "If getting fucked while my husband's cheating on me… then I guess that's what I am!"

Roger was steaming. He knew she was right, but there was no way in hell that he was going to admit it.

She saw on his face that he knew she was right. "Who is she… do I know her… is she better than me?"

Roger winced under her battery of questions. "What about you?" he shouted, trying to turn the tables. "How long have you been fucking around? How many men have you been to bed with?"

Roger pulled her forcefully out of the shower, dragged her into the bedroom, threw her on the bed. "Answer me!"

"Does it made any difference?" she sobbed. He stared down at her beautiful body, glistening with beads of water. "Tell me!"

Jealousy warped his mind. As he stared at his wife, all he could see was her flaunting herself for the mechanic, giving him her body to use and enjoy. He saw red.

"Beat it out of me," she cried in defiance. He wanted to, but held his rage partially in check.

Breathing hard, Jessica looked up at him. She wanted to hurt him, hurt him bad. If he had been more loving, she would never have been raped. "I've been fucking anyone I could, all day," she tormented. She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. "It was great."

Roger grabbed an ankle and twisted it. "Slut!"

"How many more names do you have for me?" Her voice caught in her throat. "I got a few of my own. Fool, for trusting you. Stupid, for believing in you." She stared through narrow slits. "I took two at the same time."

Roger exploded. He pounced on the bed. Grabbing her, he dragged her to him and rolled her over. He stared at her ass. Then without thinking, began beating her with his open palm.

Loud whacking slaps echoed in the room. Her ass flesh jiggled and turned red as his hand walloped her over and over again.

She screamed, twisting on his lap. The pain was terrible.

Roger stopped almost immediately.

He tore at his clothes, jealousy turning him into a madman. Stripped, he pounced on the bed, blanketing her with his body. "Whore!"

Jessica lay docile. "Go ahead," she sobbed as he pushed her legs apart and forced himself between her. "One more rape won't matter."

The meaning didn't penetrate his brain. He forced his cock between the dry folds of her pussy and pushed. The blunted head of his prick gouged her cunt. He grunted, cramming his cock in to the hilt.

She lay still, accepting his abuse, wanting it, needing it. She took his punishing slams and shuddered.

Rage kept him pounding into her inert body. Jealousy propelled him.

She looked up into his taut face, saw the hurt, the anguish. "Fuck me if it'll help. Do whatever you want." She lay back offering herself.

He pounded her hard. Each thrust helped to erode his unreasonable jealousy. He stopped short. Panting, he looked down into his wife's blank face. "I love you."

"I love you too," she responded weakly.

He couldn't go on. He pulled his cock from her body and rolled to his back. "It's all my fault." He closed his eyes, tried to shut out what he had done to their marriage.

Sniffing back her tears, she went into his arms, kissing him gently all over his chest. "The only thing that matters now is you and I and the future." Her hand slithered down his body, gripped his cock. Her fingers squeezed. Her mouth followed the same path until her lips engulfed his hard prick.

"Oh, sweetheart," he groaned, twisting on his back.

She gnawed the base of his cockshaft. She brought her mouth to his balls, where her tongue tickled his nut-sac. She enjoyed the rough texture.

He arched his back. "Oh, Jessica… never again," he promised.

She came up from between his legs. "Shhh, my darling husband. The past is behind us." Her tongue fucked over his prickhead, then she captured him with her mouth. She sucked.

He lunged. His cock speared headlong into her throat. "Chew it. Chew it!" His body dropped back to the bed.

She was ecstatic. She had her husband back! All the horror of the rape was instantly erased with that one wonderful thought.

Jessica took her husband deep. Her head bobbed frantically. Her tongue whipped over the bulky width of his cockshaft. With his cock lodged in her throat, she scrambled over his leg, jabbed her cunt on to his knee.

He realized now how much he had missed making love to his wife – her mouth was fantastic! "Chew it like you used to, Jess."

Jessica pulled her mouth off his cock, glared at the stiff beam. Her hips glided, dragging her cunt over his knee. She scratched his towering prick with her nails, watching it twitch in a reflex action.

"You like that?"

Roger moaned, jammed his knee into her cunt. "Yeah, it's like making love to a cat."

Giggling devilishly, she dragged her nails lightly over his thick-skinned nut-sac. Purring like a contented cat, she gorged herself on his cockmeat.

"Jess!" Her teeth were sharp against his stiff cockshaft. Pumping thrusts drove his cock in and out of her slurping mouth.

Jessica gnawed her husband's thick prick, crushed her cunt into his knee, and drenched him in pussy juice.

Roger gabbed her wet blonde hair with his fists, jabbed her throat repeatedly. Gurgling groans emitted from his open mouth. "No!"

Her teeth had sunk dangerously deep into his prick shaft. She held him with her clenched teeth, waiting for him to release her hair. His prick throbbed against her lips.

Roger surrendered. He eased his fingers from her hair. "You win."

Dragging her teeth up his prickshaft, she popped her mouth off. "We both win." She winked and, went back to work on his cock to prove her point.

Roger moaned in agreement. Her hot mouth made him a believer. He rolled his hips, reveling in the pleasure of Jessica's expert sucking. His breath hissed out, his stomach tightening into a steel ball.

She showered his cock with all the love she possessed. Long sucking kisses. Tantalizing nips in the pulsing shaft. Whipping slaps of her tongue. She blended them all, all the sensations of her magical mouth.

"No more," he growled. "No… more!" He twisted, not wanting to end it all in her mouth.

Jessica pulled her mouth from his cock. "Why?" she teased, licking her lips. "Don't you wanna cum?"

"Yeah, but in your pussy."

"Sounds great." She wriggled her hips as her cunt oozed juice over his knee. "Feel how wet my pussy is?"

"Hot too," he grunted, jabbing his knee into her pussy.

"Owww," she pouted. "If you're going to fuck me, don't hurt it."

Roger grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on the bed beside him. "Your cunt belongs to me and I'll do what I want with it."

"Yes, my husband." She spread her legs wide. "I'm yours forever."

Roger lunged quickly into her pussy. His cock jabbed deep, buried to his balls. This time it was for love, not jealousy, anger, or any other reason.

Jessica welcomed his prick. Warm cunt juice greased a hot path for him.

"Make it last forever," she sighed breathlessly. It felt wonderful. It was like when they were first married all over again. "Slow, like we used to do it."

Roger remembered. He eased back, fighting the pressure of her turned-on pussy. "Whewww!" Only his cockhead remained inside her scalding hot cunt hole.

"Like the way I use my muscles?"

He groaned his reply and twisted his hips. Hard inches twisted into her pussy as he continued to rotate his lower body. "How about that?"

"We've come a long way since our wedding night."

With a surprise move he hinged the last few hard inches of his cock into her unsuspecting body.

"Ahhh!" Her back bowed, legs stiffened, hands reached up touched his face. "Again! Oooo, again!"

"You do it," he gasped, pulling back out.

Easily, the couple fell back into the reined give-and-take of their lovemaking. Each knew the other intimately. Each knew what pleased the other. The pain of the past became obscure.

Roger lunged forward – games were over. His thick-beamed cock reached the bottom of her bubbling pussy. He was fuming with passion.

Jessica's back arched, engulfing his hard cock with her cunt. Dreamy-eyed, she gazed with love at her husband. "Oh, Roger!"

He stuffed her cunt again. Three quick stabs. Then nothing – he stopped pumping.

Jessica reacted to his plunging thrusts, bucking, jerking, then falling back on the bed. Whimpering like a lost kitten, she rolled her hips, feeling her husband's cock reach deep inside her.

Roger watched her. He enjoyed her reaction. "You ready for that again?"

"Oh yes," she raved. "Again! Again! Do it again!"

Roger complied with his beautiful wife's wishes. With twice the strength and twice the speed, he plunged into the clenching pussy muscles that grabbed his prick.

A long, drawn-out sigh of ecstasy escaped Jessica's lips. Open-mouthed and clinging, she churned her hips, fucking herself onto his cock.

"Your turn now, baby." He eased his cock out to the bloated head.

A wanton smile graced Jessica's mouth. Using her hips, she squished her wet cunt onto his cock, impaling herself over and over again. Her cunt mashed into his groin each time. Her tits floundered, ached. The nipples were ready to burst as the blood surged through her body.

Roger set a steady pace. He kept his wife at the dizzy heights with violent jabs. Relentlessly, he skewered her vat of buttery pussy juice.

Whacking stabs were met with soft thuds. His face tightened into a mask of sheer lust. His gray eyes fixed on the lewd expression on his wife's face.

"Your pussy is getting hotter," he groaned loudly.

She hissed out her breath. "I feel your cock throbbing in me. Your balls are hitting my ass cheeks."

She pulled herself up. Her arms came around his broad shoulders. Tits crushed into hard chest muscles. She covered his face with wet sticky kisses, murmuring with delight. In the next moment, she sank her teeth into his neck and sucked on the warm crook of his neck.

"Ayyyeee!" he roared, snapping his head back.

He struggled, his cock caught deep in her tight, wet pussy, his throat being attacked by her sharp teeth. He wrenched free of her mouth and repaid her with hard, devastating stabs.

Jessica fell back under the onslaught of her husband's powerful frame. She whimpered, breathing in gasps. She was a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

Wide blue eyes floated in and out of her skull. She circled his back, slammed her heels into his sinewy muscles. Hips gouged her cunt into his groin.

Roger pounded her. He plowed his cock deep. Each jab carried Jessica into ecstasy and him closer to blasting.

Jessica soared. Cat-like nails raked his muscular arms. Her soft body smashed into his powerful frame. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Roger, fuck me!"

Adrenaline pumped rapidly through Roger's veins. His heart beat raced, temples throbbed. His breathing became impaired as he renewed his efforts to please his wife.

Jessica ground her pussy onto his drilling cock, whimpering incoherently. Her slender legs snaked around his ramming hips. Her body jerked with him. Her pussy pumped with his rhythm.

Roger felt the wrath of her tight, clinging pussy muscles. They felt like they were glued to his prickshaft when he crammed his cock deep. His ramming hips picked up more speed. Harder and faster, he fucked her.

Jessica accepted every bulky inch. She could feel her husband's cock stiffening, thickening. With her legs wrapped around her husband's ramming prick, her body went slamming against his.

Quirky sudden twists and turns had Jessica's cunt moving in all directions to accommodate the gorgeous prick plunging in and out of her. She welcomed his plunging body and lunged whenever she could. It was the best fuck they had ever had.

Every muscles, every tendon in Roger's body tightened. The pounding blood that raced through his veins coursed faster. "Oh, honey, your cunt is so hot!" Her hot clinging cunt muscles attacked his plowing prick shaft and obliterated the hangover he had been nursing.

All traces of the ugly past were forgotten as he gave his wife the best fuck of their marriage.

"Oh, darling, your cock… your cock is so hard and wonderful…" Jessica's voice trailed off. His pace was slowing, and she didn't want to miss a stroke. "Oh, darling, it's been so long… so long."

"I know," he groaned. "Never again, Jess never again… I was wrong."

Tears came to Jessica's eyes – tears of joy. She loved him, and now she knew that he loved her. "I thought that I had lost you, my darling. Can you forgive me?"

Roger's merging groin smacked into hers. Rigid cockmeat drilled into a vat of hot cunt juice. "Oh, honey…" It was all he could utter. Her cunt was fantastic. Her pussy was clutching him tightly, tugging and pulling. He groaned loudly. The end was near.

Jessica's slender legs began stroking Roger's back. Jerky twists and abrupt lunges kept her pussy in rhythm with her husband's increasing pace.

Roger fucked her with all the love he possessed. They reveled in each other's passion, their grinding, twisting bodies in combat, except the battle was a passionate one.

Only their labored breathing broke the silence. Their see-sawing bodies moved in sync with one another. Pussy meeting hard cock, pussy-cream greasing the way. They groaned in harmony.

A kind of signal passed between them as they grunted in passion. In that one brief moment they each forgave the other – their love renewed, their marriage intact, undamaged.

Jessica found herself reaching the summit. Her cunt was spastic, her milking muscles hammered against her husband's ramming cock. Her eyelids began to flutter. Her orgasm was near.

Roger sensed it. He began to race toward the summit, wanting to go over with her. "Honey… I'm going to make you cream all over my cock," he groaned, staring into her contorting face.

"Roger… I love you…" Jessica was in a state of flux. She couldn't go over yet. She wanted this fuck to last, to revel in their newfound love, to wallow in her husband's prick.

Roger watched his beautiful wife squirm in bliss. He timed himself to reach his climax when she was ready. He would know when that time was near. He pounded harder. His cock reached deeper, feeling her pussy muscles grab and tug. Roger's head reeled.

She was aware of his eyes all over her, and she loved it. She soared higher and higher toward her climax, keeping herself back at the same time. She stared at her husband's handsome face.

Their eyes met. Their bodies collided. Her arms and legs were locked around him. His pounding body crashed into her.

Jessica's face was a mask of lust. She shrieked. Her legs and the heels of her feet dug into the sinewy muscles of his back. Her pussy slammed over and over into him.

She squirmed, twisted, a demented woman, crazed with love and passion. "I feel you so deep!" She slammed recklessly into him.

Roger plowed hard. His savage pace continued. His thrusts grew more violent.

Jessica moaned in utter bliss, clutching onto her husband. Her cunt was being mangled into a piece of raw flesh under his bombardment of thrusts and counter-thrusts. "More! Roger! More!" She was high in the clouds, her orgasm only a breath away.

Roger smashed her back into the mattress. His balls rumbled in painful joy. He was about to cum. "Honey… I'm going to blast!"

It was all Jessica needed. She went soaring into her orgasm as she felt his cock rupturing inside her pussy. "Uggggg, Roger, I can feel your cum in me!"

"Yeah, I'm cuming in you, honey!" Roger weathered the violence of her climaxing cunt. His cock was caught in it.

Each climaxed with the other. Hot cunt muscles pulled at his spewing cock. Scalding cunt-cream drenched his prickshaft. Gooey spume from his pulsing cock reached deep in her sudsy cunt.

Hot liquid – both their cum – flooded the oozing soup of Jessica's boiling cunthole. His squirts splattered deep. Her body was open completely to his fabulous assault. His cum, like fiery lava, burned everything in its path.

"Oh God, Roger, I feel it!" Spastic contortions racked her body. He bubbling cum formed a volatile solution with his spurting jizz. There was only so much room in her pussy. What she couldn't hold or absorb oozed out in gushes.

"I'm cuming in you, honey," he bellowed deliriously.

"Oh my darling, you're great! I'm creaming your cock!"

Roger's head was reeling in joy. Blood infused his face as he exerted all his strength and pounded even harder. The overpowering heat of her cunt reached his balls. More liquid white cum gushed from the tip of his cock. He couldn't stop squirting. With feverish intensity, he gave his wife everything he had. He fucked at her, his draining prick unloading its fiery load.

A tidal wave of jism drowned. Jessica's pussy. She felt it and went berserk. Frantic jerks seized her body. Orgasms, one after the other, came at her in wild succession. She slammed her cunt onto his cock – everything was joy. She was climaxing on Roger's cock! She climaxed again and again – a blinding fury of orgasms.

Roger felt them with his cock. He pounded her, his arms shaking. He came down on top of her. Hands groped for her ass. His body pounding, he hammered her with his spouting prick until his balls echoed their hollow condition.

Groaning in her ear, Roger slowed, then stopped. His cock dripped the last oozing wads into her cum-sopped pussy.

Jessica floated down to earth with him. Her legs released their death grip, but her arms still clung to him. She was trembling back to the safety of her husband's love. "Ohhh, Roger," she cried, her eyes stained, with tears. "It was wonderful… you're wonderful… so wonderful!" She showered him with kisses.

He got off the bed, then scooped her naked body up into his arms. He kissed her on the mouth and carried her out of the bedroom.

"Where are you taking me?" she giggled.

"Out to the kitchen to make us some dinner. We're gonna need all the energy we can get."

"I don't have any clothes on," she protested weakly.

"You won't need any for the next few days. All we're gonna do is eat, fuck, and sleep."

"Oh, Roger," she laughed as they left the bedroom. "It's just like when we were first married."

"And it always will be," he said. "I promise."