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CHAPTER TWO

With an unexplainable, cold resentment welling up into her conscious mind, Betty Ballard, carefully, replaced the telephone in its cradle, breaking the connection.

It was all she could do to remain politely civil to Jay's new secretary, who had just called to tell her that her husband wouldn't be home… until late, again!

Betty hadn't met the new girl, Friday, yet, but intuitively she knew that she must be young… and pretty. Unbidden, a nagging suspicion rocketed around inside her brain. Could Jay be taking her… out to dinner… and… She shied away from completing the thought; it was too threatening… to her… to her marriage!

Sighing disconsolately, she looked at the two prime steaks she was marinating and had planned to serve for dinner that evening. There was nothing to do but put them back in the refrigerator to cook for the next day. Since she'd be eating alone, again, something simple was in order, so back into the fridge went the steaks.

… Of course, she had known, when she married Jay Ballard, that his work, as a private investigator, would keep him away from home… some of the time, but lately, it seemed that most – if not all – of his evenings had been spent away from home. He'd told her it had been necessary… that the case he was working on, involving a night-club singer's murder kept him going to various clubs, shadowing the suspect, gathering information on him… and finally getting evidence and a motive that led to his arrest. There had been a big splash in the newspapers and on T.V. about the case, but there had been no mention of Jay's work on it. Betty wondered about that.

Jay had explained it to her. "Actually… I don't want that kind of publicity. I'd rather let the police take the credit… so I can work… in the background!"

"It seems unfair…"

"Maybe… but it's like being an undercover agent… you don't want too many people to know who you are…" he went on. "Anyway… I get my fee… and that keeps the world going around for us!"

"… But you're away so much… at night…" It was a plaintive plea.

"Hell… that's part of the job! You knew that… when we got married!" he barked.

She hadn't wanted to start an argument over it, again, so she backed away from it. Anyway, the skirmishes had been going on… ever since they'd gotten married, two years ago.

Jay was older than she was… quite a lot older, really. He was thirty-six, a few day before their wedding… and she had been about six weeks short of twenty; however, nothing would change her mind about marrying him. She had been sure that their difference in ages would never be a real problem.

Well… she had been mistaken. Jay had been a bachelor for too long to be domesticated easily. His habits, his working schedule and his attitudes were too deeply ingrained, and Betty, in her naivete had thought she could change him.

It was sheer foolishness, she had found out… especially when she had had to face the reality that Jay could – and probably did – on occasion, hop into bed with some other woman. She remembered her disbelief… that first time, when she had become suspicious of him. Her husband had denied it… but there was the evidence: lipstick… the dark hairs on his jacket… but even more damning, when she found them the next day in his car… was the diaphanous bra… and the sheer, nylon panties! He lied to her. She was sure of it… when he had told her, blandly, that it only seemed to look damaging. It had all been a part of his work!

Fervently, she had wanted to believe him, and in a way, she did; after all, she loved her husband, hating what he was doing to make a living and not wanting these things, he explained so easily, to come between them. In the end, he always ended up taking her to bed and making passionate love to her. Jay was a virile, potent man… and if he were engaging in some clandestine, extra-marital sex… it sure didn't affect his desire for her.

In a way, that was the trouble. He was almost more than she could handle… as far as sex went. It seemed he was always wanting it… wanting to make love to her… sometimes at the oddest times…

Unbidden, her luminous China-blue eyes brimmed over with tears, remembering how it had been just two nights ago. Ever since they had been married, Jay had been trying to make love to her in ways that seemed unnatural… even perverted to her, but she hadn't reached the point, yet of letting him do some of those revolting things. Then, as she had thought about it, she had decided… If I'm going to keep my husband… keep him from straying… I'd better learn to… d-do… some of those far-out things!

She tossed her long, golden blonde hair back over her shoulders, using her hand to brush some of the stray hairs back as she went about getting her lonely meal ready.

Gulping down his dinner, that evening, two nights ago, Jay had rushed off, telling her that he had a good lead on some new evidence. It was a currently hot case he was working on, and his interest in it was intense.

… But, it was when he had arrived back home, at three in the morning, that she remembered most painfully. She had heard him park the car, in the carport; glancing at the bedside clock, she had noted the time. It was an ungodly hour. Somehow she resented it. Why can't he work at an eight-to-five job… like most other people do…? It was her strait-laced, conformingly structured mind at work.

As Jay came into the bedroom, the reeking fumes of alcohol preceded him. He was drunk, again. Betty sat up in bed and snapped on the bedside lamp, her deep-seated feelings of resentment rising even higher in her. He reeled over to the side of the bed and flopped down on the edge.

"Hello, darlin'… I'm home!" he smiled, crookedly.

"It's about time!" she said, coldly. "It's after three in the morning."

"Sure… I know what time it is…! And you ought to be glad to see me! I got it all wrapped up… tonight!"

"Why don't you tell me about it… in the morning… when you're sober!" Betty suggested, stretching out again, and pulling up the sheet.

"Hey! You don't get it… Baby! I got something to celebrate about!" He reached out for her, roughly, to take her into his arms. "… And I'm going to wind up the celebration… with you!"

"No… please! Wait Jay… until later!"

Instantly, his anger boiled over. "Like hell… I'll wait! I came home to you… like a good husband… and I'll be damned… if I'll be put off." He hauled her up to him, forcefully slamming his mouth down on hers, like some savage animal, his tongue splaying her lips, as it shot into her mouth, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.

… But, Betty was having none of that… at that horrible hour of the morning and with her husband in such a drunken state. She tried to writhe away from him, to escape his mauling hands on her body and his plundering tongue in her mouth.

Finally, she could twist her head away, breaking the unwanted kiss, and pleaded with him. "Darling… Jay, darling… please… wait…?"

Her husband had pinned her to the bed. She was helpless. His hands were all over her, at first he pulled the sheet from her, then her filmy nightgown. She was stark naked, on the bed… but still she resisted him, stoutly, as he clutched and squeezed at her soft, sensitive flesh, his fingers digging, cruelly, into the pliant mounds of her full-orbed breasts. He was like a madman… and she didn't know how to cope with him.

Then, as she had watched in helpless horror, Jay had pulled off his own clothing, stripping himself naked in a matter of moments… and she saw his fully erect penis, standing out, rampantly, from his hairy loins; it was throbbing, hotly, with his sudden, furiously insane passion. She knew then that there was no escaping him. He would take her by force… make her do it… with him… whether she wanted to, or not. My God! My own h-husband… is going to r-rape me!

Jay dropped his weight down on his wife's cringing body, wrenching her fear-trembling thighs apart and pressing the white, lusciously tapering columns back against her breasts. He was breathing hard, and animal-like grunting sounds came from deep in his throat.

Desperately, she begged him, further. "OOoohh, Jay…! Please…? N-Not… this way! Please… D-Don't d-do it t-to me… like this!"

"Not this way… my way… or any other God damned way… I suppose… if you had your way about it… isn't that right…?" he growled.

"No… th-that's not… t-true…"

"Bull crap! You just don't like sex… and that's what keeps me the most frustrated son-of-a-bitch I know!" he spat, his handsome face a leering mask of lust, as he added, "Christ! I was getting laid more… when I was single!"

Wedging his hips between her lovely thighs, he snaked his hand down between them to grasp the pulsating shaft of his massively hardened cock. Abruptly, she felt the smooth, blunt head of his penis, as he used it to spread the soft, tender flesh of her cuntal opening. Then, crudely, he drew the bulbous head up through her unprepared furrow, to find her tiny clitoris, hidden in its fleshy folds at the top of her female slit.

"Oh, God… Jay… why are you d-doing this t-to me…?" she sobbed.

He had laughed a hard, cruel laugh. "Because… Mrs. Ballard… I've got a God damned right to fuck you! You've turned me off… with so many damned excuses… that I'm fed up… right up to my eye-balls!"

Rubbing the satin-smooth head of his cock against her clitoris, savagely, sending little, jolting spasms of unwanted arousal through her and reveling in his debasement of his lovely wife, he went on, "And, now… I'm going to fuck the hell out of you… for the last time, maybe… but Baby… you'll know you've been fucked!"

Betty tried to make sense out of his drunken, coarse language… and the message that came over to her was: He's thinking about… l-leaving m-me!

"Jay! Oh, Jay… darling… you know I-I love you! I couldn't stand t-to… lose you!"

"It's getting pretty damned late… to be worrying about that isn't it…?" he spat out, thickly.

Then, with drunken, unfocusing eyes, her husband had looked down at her wide-splayed loins, placed the lust-inflated head of his cock at her vaginal opening and lunged into her with all his strength, to drive his aching prick deep into the softness of her cringing, unready cuntal passage.

"AAAAaaaaaauuuuuooooohhhhhh!" she had cried out in pain, as his impaling shaft had gored deep into her tender belly. She felt as if some medieval instrument of torture had been poked into her… after having been heated to flesh-searing temperature.

It seemed to her that his plundering cock had torn into her, scraping the tender walls of her vagina raw… and she could feel the abraded flesh of her cuntal sheath as it was squeezed and pulled, desperately, around and ahead of the throbbing, bulbous head of it. It was horrible for her… and all she could think was: It's Jay… my husband… d-doing it…! But, she couldn't believe it!

With a desperation, born of fear, she attempted to squirm her hips down and away from the impaling shaft of his lust-filled prick… but there was no escaping it. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, forcing it into the warm, unreceptive depths of her vagina, rolling waves of her tender flesh before his rampaging cock.

Lying there, helplessly dominated, under her husband, Jay, she shed tears of pain, shock, humiliation, feeling as if she had been split in two, by the forcefully brutal entry. Worse, though, she wasn't able to understand his horrible reasoning… an insane reasoning that had led him to this unnecessary and cruel rape.

"Oh, God… Jay!" she groaned, as he had pressed her thighs back even farther and began to grind into her with animal-like, netting thrusts. "Take it… ea-easy…! Please… d-don't h-hurt me… any more…!" Oh, God… Why…? Why? WHY?

In Jay's drunken, alcoholic daze, he was in no mood for gentleness, as she lay under him, completely helpless… defenseless against his merciless ravishment. He pounded his huge thick cock into her with pulverizing force, while his hands roughly kneaded and dug into the softly resilient flesh of her breasts. She knew, without doubt, that his cruel hands were bruising the tender breast-flesh, and she whimpered in pain, beneath him.

Unmercifully, he thrust in and out of her now moistening cuntal sheath, paying absolutely no attention ho her wailing tears and pathetic pleadings, skewering her even harder to raise additional whimpers of pain with every goring in-thrust.

Then, up inside of her, she felt it; it was the kindling warmth of sexual arousal, and she found herself attempting to move her hips up against him, wanting his plunging cock, now. She was sore, her delicate tissues, inside her vaginal passage burning with the abrasions of his abrupt entry into her unprepared cuntal sheath. It hurt beyond reason… but still she felt suddenly afire with a great keening sensation that was growing with building pressure to an ecstatic sensuality. It seemed as though she could feel every hardened ridge of his ferally throbbing shaft… and it was getting bigger and bigger, expanding and pulsing deep inside her belly with every ramming stroke.

Her whole mind and body concentrated on it then. All she could think of was its enormity and the rapture it gave her, as he rampaged deep into her, his hardened cock seeming to soar high up into her, filling her completely with its potently turgid massiveness.

Betty couldn't believe that it could happen… lying beneath her husband… being forced, against her will – raped was the right word, she had decided – and being brought to the heights of rapture by it. God! It was building… building… and she knew it could happen…

But it didn't!

Suddenly, Jay stopped. He held himself rigid and immobile over her, his face contorted with a mask of pure lust as his expanding cock spewed forth its liquid cargo of hot, white sperm. She felt the jerking motion deep up inside her as his ejaculation pumped wildly to splash his cum deep up into her now hotly accepting vaginal passage.

"Oh, God… Jay… darling!" she wailed desperately. "Don't… st-top… now!"

She had squirmed her throbbing pussy up against him as she lay helplessly frustrated under her husband, trying to re-establish the lost rhythm… to regain the ramming potency of his hard cock deep up inside her. Then, she was clutching at him, as she realized that he had cum to his orgasm… and that now his hard tumescence would disappear… leaving his cock a flaccid, useless – to her – tube of softened male flesh.

"Darling… Darling… p-please… keep it up… a-and…"

"AAaauugh!" he grunted, concerned only with his own satisfaction, as he reveled in the ecstatic sensations of his spewing cock.

Then, her husband collapsed on top of her. He was relaxed, satiated, and no sooner had his head lowered to the pillow than he drifted off to sleep, his hardened shaft of flesh, sunk deeply in her needful cuntal passage becoming rapidly detumescent… and there was nothing for Betty Ballard. Nothing!

Squirming from beneath Jay's sleep-deadened body, she rolled over to her side of the bed, shedding hot tears of real sexual frustration. OOoooh! I was getting… s-so close!

She lay there, wide-eyed, miserable, her abdomen blood-swollen and aroused, attempting to sort out her thoughts, but her mind whirled in chaotic disorganization. She was unable to pin down anything important… except that she knew now that everything in her marriage would come tumbling down. H-He threatened… t-to leave m-me…

Finally, after hours, it seemed, she slept fitfully, awakening once at daybreak to pull the sheet up over her snoring husband.

At mid-morning, when Jay finally got out of bed, showered and came into the kitchen where Betty was seated drinking a third cup of coffee, he was a different man… from the maniac, who only a few hours earlier had raped her, unmercifully.

"Good morning, darling," he said rather sheepishly, "I guess I really got a snoot full… last night…"

Betty looked up at her husband, unsmilingly, "You were drunker… than I've ever seen you!"

"I don't even remember driving home…" he said. "Lucky I didn't have an accident… or something…"

She looked up at him, disbelieving. "Y-You don't remember…?"

"No… I can't seem to remember anything… after about two on the morning… everything else is blacked out!"

"Then… you were drunker… even than I thought…!" My God! Then… he doesn't remember… wh-what he d-did to m-me…! She stared at him, not knowing what to say… or even to think.

"What's wrong… Betty?" Jay asked.

"N-Nothing… nothing at all…!" she said, covering up her astonishment. "What would you like to have for breakfast?"

"Some tomato juice… to start off with."

She had to believe it. He doesn't remember…!

But there is some truth… even in the words of a drunken man… And… he inferred… h-he was going to leave me…! But, maybe now… I've got another chance… t-to be… the kind of… loving wife… he w-wants me… to be!