I heard Marcus smirk. Then his head appeared close to mine.
"Oh yeah he's watching alright."
I felt a kiss on my cheek. Again I froze thinking of Jeff. He would have seen his son whisper something to me. Then he would have witnessed Marcus kiss me. The fact that I hadn't moved, must have indicated to Jeff that I had enjoyed it, or I was expecting his son to do it!
Marcus went into town and I sunbathed for a couple of hours. To be honest I didn't want to face Jeff. I could imagine him yelling at me. But if he was going to do that, he could have wheeled his chair out onto the patio.
When I went back into the house to cool off Jeff had gone to his room. I knew he had been watching me for most of the time that I was in the garden. It gave me a sort of nervous thrill. At one point I rolled over on purpose leaving my top on the ground. I knew he was watching me still. My firm breasts would now be exposed to him. I bet he got excited. Especially when I rubbed cream into them!
I really wasn't sure about my feelings now. As I walked silently passed Jeff's door I heard him gasping. I knew what he was doing, but I felt strange. If he had been doing that a short while ago, I would have been outraged. Now the thought of him masturbating over me felt a little erotic! I moved up the stairs at odds with myself. After what Marcus had done with the sun cream I couldn't get him out of my head. I took a cool shower to try and calm myself down. It didn't work. I imagined Marcus joining me under the cool running water, he would be down between my legs, his tongue giving me pleasure like I used to have with Nigel, my ex boyfriend. But it was Marcus I focused on. I slowly pulled back the shower curtain. I would moan on my stepson's tongue. I would stare right into Jeff's eyes, as he looked up pathetically from the wheelchair. I would grin mocking him for being such a pervert as I toyed with my hard nipple. This of course made no sense, as I was enjoying his son's tongue at the time! Marcus would finish me off to an earth shattering climax, and as I grabbed the shower curtain it would spring out of the plastic clips. Marcus would help me out of the shower and I would pull the plastic shower curtain over my husband's head. I would grip it tighter and tighter around his neck, until his hand that was pumping hard on his cock stopped. Marcus and I would hug, just watching my husbands cock leak cum. This would be the last thing my husband ever did!
I sat crying on the bed again, how the hell could such a cruel thing turn me on?
I made various excuses for the way I was feeling. I wanted a divorce and at the moment I was tied to Jeff. Another excuse was that, it was his fault, and if he wanted me to humiliate him, then I would bloody well hurt him! Each time I tried to make these excuses I just had visions of Jeff laughing at me. I grabbed the divorce papers and ran down the stairs. I was mad at him for getting drunk and having his accident. By the time I reached the last stair, I was convinced he had crashed his car on purpose!
I stopped when I heard Jeff's voice. My trembling fingers covered my mouth. God Marcus had returned, but I hadn't heard him come in. Then I noticed the phone cable was trailing under his door.
"Oh mistress, was he better than me? Oh yeah he always is!"
I traced the cable along, and under the coat stand. I yanked hard and stood with the plug in my hand.
God was he going to get shit now! I kicked open Jeff's door and stopped. The phone was on the hook way out of his reach, and he was in bed.
"Jesus Amanda, what the fuck!"
I shook my head, and backtracked out of the room. I went back up stairs slowly. I could hear Jeff calling me from his room. But my mind had blurred his voice as if he was miles away. I sat on the bed and tears fell again. At first they were tears of shock, and then tears of anger. The tears of shock were because he had a pair of my dirty black panties on his face. I can remember them being on top of the laundry basket, the doorbell went and distracted me. I loaded the washing machine and never missed them. The tears of anger, because I couldn't believe he was so perverted.
"Well if that's what he wants then that's what he is going to get!" I grizzled under my breath.
I sat there for the next hour plotting my revenge. I now wanted to torment, dominate, and humiliate him, until he got on his hands and knees, and crawled on his pathetic body right out of my house!
I phoned Marcus on his mobile phone. After a 5 minute chat I got dressed and went downstairs. I walked into Jeff's room I could see he had been crying. His eyes rolled up to my breasts. He could see my nipples making two very visible bumps in my tight yellow blouse. I had on one of my knee length black waitress skirt. I had pulled it up and rolled the waistband over 3 times, so it was 5 inches off my knees. I wore black tights, and black court shoes with a 3 ½ inch heel.
"Amanda I'm sorry. Please give me a chance to explain. I was, just..."
"Just sniffing my dirty panties," I said nonchalantly.
He looked at me even more worried than before.
"I'm going into town, try and keep your hands off my underwear while I'm gone."
He looked down ashamed of himself.
"Now is there anything you want before I go?"
"Just a drink of juice, or something, please," he replied sheepishly.
I ignored the quick glance at my legs. I returned to the room with the orange juice. I took a sip as I stood in the doorway.
"Oh that's nice," I said, and took another sip.
I sat on the bed crossing my legs. I took another sip and then another. I had drunk nearly half the juice. Jeff's eyes flicked from my thighs (just a few inches from his hand), to my heaving breasts, then to the juice. He licked his lips and grinned uneasily.
"Are you going to save me some?" he chuckled nervously.
I just looked him in the eye with a real merciless stare, and swallowed all but 2 inches of the orange juice!
"Sit up," I said, without answering him.
I moved up the bed and started to fluff his pillows up behind him. I could feel his hot breath on my bare cleavage just inches from his face. As I straightened up I could see his eyes had been focused between my tits. His face looked red and he swallowed hard. I picked up the glass of juice from the bedside cabinet and took another swig. I watched his eyes which looked on in disbelief. I put the glass down quite far away from him on the cabinet. His eyes looked questioningly at me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked slowly, rubbing a finger innocently down my cleavage.
He was torn between watching me and answering the question. He couldn't manage both, as his mind was already full of questions about his teasing wife! I stood waiting for him. He didn't speak but he reached for the glass, as if to show how far out of his reach it was. Before he stretched enough to grasp it he watched my hand come into view. His motions stop as I slid the glass further away from him. He gasped and looked up in bewilderment at me. I just returned his stare and raised an eyebrow.
"Is anything wrong?" I asked, in a slow deliberate tone.
He couldn't answer again. His mind must have been so confused with what I was doing.
"Good, I thought not," I said, in a soft purr.
I walked to the door then looked back at him. His eyes were all over my body. I waited until we made eye contact, and then I just gave him a superior grin, and then left. I could see the curtain twitch slightly as I walked down the pavement. Jeff's bed was against the window so he could look out onto the road when he got bored. I grinned to myself as I walked past the wall and out of his sight. Now I could pull my skirt down to its proper length. I straightened it down hoping I hadn't creased it too much. I began to do up my blouse. I chuckled to myself then left the two buttons undone. What the hell I was soon to be divorced, and if someone wanted to look at a little cleavage, so what. Besides I was more than a little bit damp in my panties!
