…And Accept
A Sex After Marriage Story
Volume 2
By Fern Jardín
COPYRIGHT
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-4660-5058-7
Copyright ©2011 by Fern Jardín
All rights reserved.
Cover artwork copyright ©2011 by Fern Jardín
Published by Fern Jardín
Edited by Ann Troup
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DISCLAIMER
This book contains explicit and graphic sexual content that some readers may find objectionable. This ebook is for sale to adults only. Please do not try this at home.
DEDICATION
To my poor family, the abandoned victims of writer's inspiration.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Fantasy
Adam hugged Stacey closer to him as they lay in bed and reached for his second beer. He seemed to be steeling himself for a difficult task. He started to speak several times, but stopped himself at each attempt.
Stacey let her fingers play along his muscled chest, tracing random patterns along his tanned skin, content to wait for him to make the next move. Several years of marriage had taught her that he moved on his own timescale, which certainly wasn’t the same as hers. That had been a major source of contention in their marriage over the years.
Adam was definitely still thinking about sex. His erection was still going strong, tempting her to stroke him. He had asked her not to distract him, so she would respect that request. After another long swig of beer, he finally spoke.
"You know that you weren’t my first, right?" He said, his voice soft, his heartbeat thumping against her cheek. "I mean, I was already a senior when we started dating."
Stacey thought about it for a moment and half-shrugged.
"I guess I’d always figured you weren’t a virgin. Every guy at that school dated Patricia Kleinermann." Stacey’s voice practically drew air quotes around the word dated.
It had been a badly kept secret in high school that all the boys took turns with Pat behind the Burger Zone. The good girls may not have known exactly what happened on Pat’s "dates," but they got the idea. Most knew better than to ask any of the boys they dated whether they had visited Pat’s Patch, as the empty lot was called.
Adam coughed discreetly, pulling her attention back to him. He didn’t admit or deny anything. Apparently he was going to keep some secrets to himself despite their new found and honest communication.
"You said that you wanted me to use you to please me, right?" he asked, his voice more husky than normal.
Stacey nodded against him, afraid to say it again for some reason. Why would that scare her? She wanted to be mastered, used as sex toy and fucked. But her husband, her high school sweetheart, was a nice guy. He had been amazingly understanding all evening, but how far could she push his limits? Then he completed devastated the image she had of him as a paragon of purity.
"Well, frankly, the best blow job I ever had was from a girl I didn’t care about. It was all about me getting off and that’s what she did for me."
Stacey froze with her fingertips hovering over his far shoulder. After a moment she smiled. Maybe their desires were closer to each other's than either of them had ever imagined.
"So, you want attention all to yourself and don’t want to worry about having to get me off and that’s the fantasy you want most?"
Adam drained his beer and nodded hesitantly. "There’s a little more to it than that…"
As they lay entwined, he told her more about that particular memory from his past, how the girl (who he never did name) wasn’t very good so he had had to give her directions, and eventually just gave up and told her to hold still so he could fuck her mouth.
"She just did whatever I said, no matter what it was," he said, his shaft pulsing against his stomach with the memory.
Stacey grinned. "I would love to do that for you, Mr. Parke. Is it alright if I start now?" She walked her fingers down his chest, across his flat belly, and traced a line down his shaft.
That was, of course, the exact moment that Stacey’s phone rang, her mom Marianne’s ring tone ("Replay" by Iyaz) interrupting the moment. Stacey chuckled and ignored it. Until it rang again, immediately after it should have rolled to voicemail.
"Sweetie, I’m so sorry, I know you guys were having a date night," her mother said as soon as Stacey picked up.
"It’s fine, Mom. What’s up?" Stacey asked, pulling away from Adam. She felt too awkward talking to her mom while engaging in sexual activities. Adam sighed heavily and tucked himself back into his boxers.
"Isabella tripped into a bookcase and hit her head. I wouldn’t worry too much normally, but she has a real goose egg and now she is throwing up." The guilt Marianne felt exuded through the line. It was enough to ward off any anger or frustration from Stacey.
"We’ll be right there," was all Stacey said.
She fended off a few more apologies from Marianne while Adam got dressed. Eventually she was able to exchange goodbyes with her mother and hurriedly climb back into her clothes. They drove quickly to her mom's house to pick up their eldest daughter. She was only a four year old so there was no question of not taking her to the emergency room.
The rest of the night was spent hugging and distracting Izzy while discussing concussions and insurance. Try as she might, Stacey could not help feeling like the accident was depriving her of this much needed exploration time with Adam. They had finally been talking openly about themselves and now sex was (almost) the furthest thing from her mind.
Would Adam still want to talk about sex when they got home? Would he remember that this whole night had started with him discovering her illicit affair? The longer they sat in the hospital comforting Isabella, the more afraid of being alone again with Adam Stacey grew.
After several hours in the hospital waiting room, and a twenty minute exam from the doctor, they packed their eldest back up with nothing more than some hospital-provided Pedialyte. It was too late for a stop to pick up the baby or drop Izzy off, so they drove straight back home and put her to bed.
"Well that was thrilling," Stacey said as they closed Izzy’s bedroom door. "I thought she must at least have had some damage."