As the years went by, Deatra fell into a rut of seeing Allen's sexual appetite for her as an imposition, as drudgery, as a pain in the twat that would never go away. And so she minimized their intimacy as much as she could, almost unconsciously, and made no pretense of enjoying more than the occasional one of the interludes that they did share together.
It was a rut, but a most comfortable one, especially as, after a while, it had had its desired effect - Allen hardly ever tried to initiate sex with her, but accepted what crumbs she deigned to ration out to him.
And then had come that Thursday night three weeks ago, and Allen's pent-up anger and frustration unleashed. She had never seen him like that - as mild-manneredness goes, her husband would have made Clark Kent seem like a raging maniac - and coming when it did right before he and the kids left town for the weekend, it had a magnified effect on her.
So on Saturday night she had called Allen's parents' house where he and the kids were staying to apologize and promise to make things up to him, only to be told by his mother that he had called to say he'd be out late with some of his old high school friends. And she knew that one of his high school friends was also his old flame, Jill Miller.
But…no. Allen, HER Allen, slip it to another woman? Sure, if he'd had his way the past fifteen years he'd have pumped her full of enough cum to float a battleship, but he'd never had a roving eye; his fidelity was positively stodgy.
But then…Jill was the first love of his life, and while he hadn't gone into extensive detail, Dee did know that he had given his virginity to her in shockingly steamy fashion. And his marital sex life had been anything but satisfying for him of late.
Her initial flash of natural instinct - to angrily confront him about where he'd been Saturday night - was quickly swept away by a guilt of her own over her lack of trust in Allen despite his never giving her a reason to doubt his faithfulness, and soul-searching over whether she might have driven him to "graze in another pasture" if he had cheated.
Conflicted, pensive, and fearful, Deatra dug out their old "marriage manuals" and began re-reading what the authors had to say about what made for a happy, healthy matrimonial love life. And a resolve began building in her heart that it wasn't what Allen had or hadn't done that weekend, but what they were going to do together henceforth that was going to matter.
Thus were Mrs. Grosserhaun's plans laid, and for the first time she could ever remember, her desire kindled, for hubby's return.
~ ~ ~
As exhilarating as the past three weeks had been for Allen, they had been even more so for Deatra. She had been surprised to find that she didn't feel dirty when she'd shaved off her pubic hair, or read up on the techniques for performing fellatio, or did the stretching exercises meant to make her more limber for more acrobatic intercourse positions - instead, she'd felt liberated. As though for the first time in her life she fully understood that she could not only be her husband's "early morning angel" AND his "midnight fantasy," but that she could enjoy it as much as he would. Especially the fact of the satisfaction it would give her to give her husband as much pleasure as he could tolerate.
It had been like the honeymoon they had never had, and it didn't matter that they weren't in Hawaii or some other exotic location. So engrossed in each other were they that they could have been on the Moon and they'd have scarcely noticed.
Thus did she find herself where she now was, head bobbing slowly up and down Allen's shaft and loving every minute of it. When she saw him look up at the ceiling skylight and then back down again, she looked up into his eyes with her mouth around the head of his cock and, as if a current had just flowed between them, abruptly sucked the whole length of it into her throat.
Allen almost lurched out of the hot tub.
"Oh, God, if you keep that up I'll drown you for sure," he gasped.
Lazily massaging his manhood, Dee slowly relented with a look on her face like a tigress in heat.
No words were necessary. In one fluid motion, Allen scooped his wife into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Laying her tenderly on her back, Allen wasted no time sliding his length into Dee's sopping sex. Leaning over her, his lips and tongue found hers, and he began a steady rhythm that soon had her breathless gasps and small cries escaping their fevered lip-lock. Grabbing her calves and forcing her feet back on either side of her head, Allen began pistoning in and out of her, flesh slapping together frantically, their mutual moaning and keening competing with the bouncing bedsprings for decibelic supremacy.
Then, at the penultimate moment, Allen bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Deatra shrieked, climaxing convulsively, and that sent Allen over the edge, causing him to grunt, almost growl, gutturally.
Collapsing on top of her, Allen rolled Deatra over on top of him, and the two embraced each other fiercely, as if afraid that if they let go, it would all go away, like a dream that had never been.
To Allen, the scene was all too reminiscent of his reunion tryst with Jill, a memory he wished he could will away forever, but which he knew he never would.
To Dee, it was her defensive shield against any temptation that may ever come her beloved's way.
And so, his cock still buried deep inside her, Allen and Deatra fell asleep.
Nine months later, Hannah Megan Grosserhaun was born.
~ ~ ~
As was, in a hospital not all that far away, James Dennis Miller.
There had never been any question in Jill's mind about having this baby. He had been conceived in love and by the man she had always loved. And since she knew she could never truly have Allen Grosserhaun, she cherished all the more the little piece of himself that he had given her.
Nor was their any question in her mind about contacting Allen or trying to get child support out of him. Aside from the fact that she didn't need any financial help, she had meant what she had told him on their night together - she loved him so much that she was willing to let him go, no strings attached, after having him one more time. And, truth be told, she had known what she was doing by taking no contraceptive measures beforehand. She hadn't set out to seduce him, but she had been open to the possibility of making love to him. And when her emotions over her failed marriage to Mike Penny and the reasons behind it had overwhelmed her with such unexpected power, and Allen had been there to comfort her, one thing led to another, and they'd ended up in each other arms.
Thus, when Jill's OB/GYN informed her that she was expecting, it was a shock, but a pleasant one. Now she would have a lifelong connection to Allen after all. And it was maybe also, she thought, an omen - all that fruitless trying with Mike came to nothing, but only one time with Allen, and bammo! Basketball belly city. Almost as if Allen had been her one and only shot at happiness, and no other man would ever suffice.
So Jill "took herself off the market." While she knew that a boy needs a father, she also was deathly afraid of another failed marriage and what it would do to her son. Plus, she knew that it would be foolhardy to seek another mate solely for James' benefit; nobody knew better than she that a marriage's best chance for success was when the principals were husband and wife first and parents second. And, pragmatically, she knew that the number of men who wouldn't be dissuaded by a single mother constituted a clear minority of the dating marketplace.
In short, while she wouldn't turn away new love if it came to her, she wasn't going to actively seek it out.
Instead, she devoted herself to her bouncing baby boy.
~ ~ ~
The cafeteria of the Student Union was bustling with activity.
"Hey, dude, look at the cafeteria today - it's bustling with activity, man."
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