Chapter Eleven: The Pivotal Saturday Night
AUTHOR'S NOTE TO THE READER
Time is a funny thing, what seems so firm and certain at one point can change over time. When I originally wrote this chapter I decided to end this because I wasn't comfortable with the subject matter. As a writer it is my choice to end a story when and how I choose. However, sometimes the story itself can demand to be told, such is the case with this one. I hate doing a poor job at anything I do, so the thought of a story that I ended prematurely with a hasty and careless ending, didn't sit well with me. Everyone knew there was much more of this story yet to be told, the reader, the story and even myself. I will push through and tell the story in the manner that it needs to be told, and end it when the story has been told properly. From here on out, the story will become, bolder, darker, and perhaps just a touch more twisted. For those of you who venture forth, consider yourselves warned. This chapter has been changed slightly and has been given a new ending in order to allow the story to continue. Enjoy the rebirth of Big Changes at Home!
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The next few days were an odd and tense few around the house, as everything had to appear as if everything were normal. Owen and Rosina no longer could show affection around the house for fear Richard would find out. Neither could Taryn seek comfort in Owen's arms at night, like she desperately wanted to. There was an unspoken dread of Saturday night by all but Richard, who was evidently looking forward to the outing. Owen and Rosina could seek sexual release in the secluded corners at school during the day, but had to control themselves at night. Taryn wasn't so lucky, having no such avenue for release, as Karen made sure to keep her distance during the day. Taryn had tried on a few occasions to seduce Karen into another round of lesbian sex but to no avail. Come Saturday night, Taryn was feeling quite agitated and needing release, but doubted that Richard would be able to get her off adequately. With a grumble and scowl at Owen, that Richard didn't notice, the pair was off for their evening together.
Richard and Taryn did have a lovely evening together and for the most part Taryn played her role as "doting wife" expertly. It was a role she had played many times before and it was a necessary diversion for Taryn from the conflict in her mind. The food and wine were excellent, as usual, but Taryn couldn't taste it. These evenings used to be a high point for Taryn that she would live for. It was one of the few times that she and Richard would go out and do anything together as husband and wife. This time, rather than anticipate the sex that was about to take place, she hated the thought of it.
Eventually, even the dancing was over and Taryn found herself staring at the floor indicator of the elevator, wishing it would stop. She watched the floor-numbers change from one to the next and her heart sunk a little more as the numbers climbed higher. She almost jumped with Richard put his hand on the small of her back to guide her out of the elevator. She smiled at him politely as she walked beside her husband down the hall, toward their hotel room.
Taryn's mind raced to find anyway out of this, any reason not to sleep with him. She didn't want Richard, she didn't ache for his cock to pound her pussy that night, she wanted her son's instead. As odd as it was, she felt like she was about to betray her true husband, Owen, by sleeping with her actual husband, Richard. With this strange turmoil in her mind and heart the door closed behind her and the room was deathly quiet. Richard had walked into the room and stood by the bed and smiled at his wife with a sultry smirk on his face.
"Alone at last, my dear," Richard said as he removed his jacket, tossing it over a nearby chair.
"Yes, dear," Taryn smiled warmly at him as she walked toward him.
Taryn put a sultry smile on her face that was quite fake, as she reached out to her husband. She enveloped him in her arms and kissed him with passion that was just as fake as the smile. Even the kiss felt wrong and this was just the precursor to the main event, the sex. As the kiss progressed, Richard had reached behind Taryn and unzipped her dress. Taryn was conflicted for this meant that the evening was moving along faster than she was ready for, but the faster the sex happened, the faster it would be over. Taryn reached up and began to undress Richard as he started to undress her. They kissed as the clothes started to be shed and passions started to rise, at least it seemed that way.
Taryn was trying to imagine that she was with Owen, in order to gain some pleasure in the act. Richard was trying to imagine that he was with his beloved Mistress. For both of them their imaginations were hard to keep up as the other wasn't acting like their desired lovers. Somehow the sexual escapade seemed to continue on "auto-pilot," since both of their minds were elsewhere. Richard had caressed and kissed his way around Taryn's breasts for, clearly a casual and hurried period of time. Taryn had just started to get into his oral attentions to her breasts before Richard loomed over her.
Taryn looked up at her husband and smiled lovingly at him to hide the shame she felt inside. She knew the moment was at hand, she knew that Richard was about to mount her. Taryn was about to have sex with her husband for the first time in weeks and instead of being turned on and horny beyond belief, she wanted to puke. She was so ashamed of herself for betraying her Master, the man she loved and the only man she wanted to fuck. She prayed that her son would forgive her for betraying him, and allowing another man's cock into her body. Even though Taryn knew that Owen had consented and understood to necessity of this sexual act, it didn't lessen how cheap she felt. For the first time in her life, Taryn saw herself as a whore, a slut, a cheep and dirty slut, for fucking Richard.
Richard rocked his hips forward and his cock lined up to his wife's pussy as if it knew the way on its own. With a steady push, his cock slit Taryn's nether lips and slid into her pussy as it had done many times before. Taryn cooed a fake noise of approval that was just for Richard's benefit as his cock slid into her. Taryn felt little pleasure from the cock that once had brought her to many orgasms. The cock that was inside her now was the one cock that rightfully should be there, but was not the one she wanted. Taryn wanted to cry and fought hard not to let the tears onto her face. Taryn pulled Richard down to her so she could put her face over his shoulder.
"Fuck me, my husband, fuck me!" Taryn hissed in a husky tone that wavered only slightly with the guilt and pain that she felt.
"Yes, my hot wife, I will!" Richard grunted back with an eager and lustful tone of voice.
What followed was a dry and passionless fuck that neither enjoyed at all. In fact, Richard had to concentrate to keep his erection and nearly lost it a few times. Taryn kept hoping that Richard would cum so she could fake an orgasm and finish this dreadful scene. As the fuck drew on, it became clear that the end was not in sight anytime soon. Taryn tried desperately to hold on just a little longer, telling herself that Richard wouldn't last much longer. The only benefit from the lack of passion within Richard was that his staying power was much, much longer than he was used to. Taryn, however couldn't last that long apparently, it wasn't her passion that boiled over, and it was her shame which burst forth.
"STOP! STOP!" Taryn cried out as her tears finally overwhelmed her, while Richard continued to stroke her pussy with slow, steady strokes.
"What is it?" Richard asked with a look of confusion and fear on his face as he stopped fucking his wife.
"This is all wrong! Doesn't this feel wrong to you?" Taryn sobbed out as she cried uncontrollably.
Taryn looked in her husband's face for a moment before looking off in another direction. She didn't know what she was going to say but her shame and guilt couldn't be contained any longer. Richard looked down at Taryn in fear, as he wondered if she somehow felt his secret. Could she know that he didn't want to be there? Did she know that he longed to be in the arms of his beloved former Mistress?
"What?" Richard asked, hoping that his voice wouldn't squeak in fear.
"Do you really want to want to fuck me right now?" Taryn asked bluntly as she stared deep into Richard's eyes.
"Of course, dear!" Richard answered back indignantly, with a bold face lie.
