Chapter Three
Joanna had returned home, feeling dirty and sick of heart. She was so upset that she had thrown up in her bathroom, disgusted with her conduct. She wearily climbed into the shower and spent 45 minutes scrubbing herself, trying to restore cleanliness to her heart. In the end, she lay on her bed and cried her eyes out for an hour.
Finally, she cleaned herself up, made supper and waited in dread for Tom to get home. When he entered the house, he greeted her quickly and then sat in his EZ chair reading the paper. She didn't say much during dinner but he didn't seem to notice.
That night, for the first time, Joanna was hoping that Tom wouldn't touch her. She received her wish and within ten minutes, he was asleep, snoring away. She lay awake most of the night, wrestling with the depression that threatened to wreck her heart.
The next morning, Tom went to work, and she was left alone. Though depressed, Joanna vowed that she would work hard to be a better wife to Tom.
She was compensating for the guilt she felt, but she didn't know what else to do. She lost herself in house cleaning, and that evening had a great meal prepared. She had also done her makeup and looked great. But Tom was an hour late, and when he came in, he was angry about some committee he had struggled with. He didn't even notice that she had done anything special.
Again, within minutes of getting into bed, he was snoring.
As the days passsed, Joanna began to feel better. She constantly talked to herself about the need to be a good woman, to work hard at helping others.
Sunday came and she sat with her husband at church. Everyone was friendly and she enjoyed seeing some of her friends. She confessed her sin in her heart, and after church felt much better. However, after church several of the elders came to Tom, asking him to stay for a lengthy meeting.
Tom kissed Joanna on the cheek and told her to go ahead and go home without him. She was left looking at his back as he and the other men left for another part of the building to conduct their important meeting.
Joanna had her head down, thinking about Tom as she walked down the hall to the parking lot. She almost bumped into someone standing by the door.
'Oh, I'm sorry, I…' she started to say as she looked up. Her face drained of color as she recognized Rick. He was dressed nicely, and she was surprised. She had never seen him at church.
Politely, he said 'Why hello there, Mrs. Gee. And how are you doing today?' smiling at her politely
'I-I have to go' she said, attempting to brush by him.
However, he stepped in front of her blocking her way to the door. There was no one in the hallway, and Joanna took a step back, fear flashing through her.
'Well, lets not be in a rush, sweet thing. I heard there's a big meeting among the staff, and its going to last a few hours. Looks like your hubby isn't going to be able to take care of you for a while. Lucky for you I came along.' He was leering at her, and she thought she might faint.
Stepping close to her, he whispered, 'Tell me Mrs. Gee, do you remember how good it felt when I was sucking on your titties? Remember how hard your nipples were?'
Hearing his lewd words, Joanna could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen. She could feel her body again begin to respond to the authority of the man in front of her.
Whispering, her eyes wide in fright, she said 'please don't…not again…please just leave me alone!'
Smiling, he said, 'Or maybe you remember how it felt when I slipped you the prick! Hell, lady, I remember! Your were shouting and screaming like a wild woman.'
Tears began to glisten in Joanna's eyes. His crude words were like gasoline thrown on a fire. The wicked, lewd images in her mind made her body shake.
She felt weak, oh so weak.
Taking her by the elbow, he turned her and began steering her down the hallway.
'Don't go with him!' she screamed to herself, but her legs were rubbery as she let him push and steer her down various stairs and hallways.
Rick had slipped his arm around her and was gently pushing against the small of her back. She gasped when his hand moved down over one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. Though tears were running from her eyes, Joanna couldn't make herself stop. She knew what was going to happen to her, but the hot bitch nature within her had taken control. Shame, embarrassment and humiliation all assaulted her senses, but the stronger part of her could hardly wait to feel his cock penetrating the deepest recesses of her body.
Finally, he pushed open a door, and shut it behind them. There wasn't a lock on the door, but Joanna knew that it wasn't needed anymore. Despite all of her self talks and vows to never give in to the raging lust between her legs, she had quickly been dominated by this man, and stood submissively before him.
The room contained a large oval table and several chairs and filing cabinets. The table was covered with a heavy cloth.
Without a word, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress. She shuddered when his lips pressed against the smooth skin of her shoulder, kissing her and then licking her skin. He loved how she smelled, and he gently kissed the side of her neck.
Joanna wished that he would be violent with her, to rape her. It was much worse for him to be gentle, almost kind and tender, for it fanned the flames of her desire. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck over and over, and she couldn't stifle the moans of pleasure his mouth were drawing out of her. Tom never kissed her like this anymore, and she simply melted under
Rick's hands and lips, no longer caring about anything but the excitement of being adored in this way.
He slowly stripped her dress off of her, helping her step out of it.
Continuing to stand behind her, she felt him take the hem of her slip and pull it up over her hips. She didn't make him ask her to raise her arms, she simply lifted them, knowing that she was giving him silent approval to do with her what he wished. He pulled her slip up over her bra, and then helped her pull it over her hair and off her arms, leaving the young wife standing before him in bra and panties. Her bra opened in the front, and he simply opened it, allowing her firm young tits to bounce free. The bra fell to the floor as he cupped her succulent tits!
Joanna loved having his hands on her breasts, and feeling him toy and play with her nipples was making her feel wonderful. She was purposefully ignoring the voices in her mind which were telling her how wrong this was.
Her body was an instrument, and this man knew how to play her, touching her in the most intimate manner!
Rick lifted Joanna onto the cloth covered table, pushing her to lay back on the hard surface. She lay back, closing her eyes as she felt him lean over her. Though she anticipated it, she gasped when she felt the warm wetness of his mouth close around one of her throbbing breasts. She began writhing as he sucked and licked her tender breasts.
Her hands went to his head, pulling his mouth more tightly against her breasts, arching her back and trying to shove more of her breast into his sucking mouth. When she felt his hand move down her soft belly and over the front of her panties, she parted her legs, giving him access to her pussy.
His hand cupped her pussy mound and began squeezing and playing with her through her sheer Sunday best panties.
All of the vows and decisions to resist that Joanna had made during the week evaporated as she let Rick's mouth and hands explore her body. She pushed her hips up against his hand as he rubbed her panties. She groaned from the slight pain when his teeth nipped her plump nipples.
Joanna lifted her hips when she felt him beginning to tug down her panties.
She watched as he drew them down, exposing the short soft curls of her pubic hair. He tossed them aside, and Joanna felt a flash of shame as he stood looking down at her naked body, his eyes hot with lust. Part of her shouted for her to close her legs and try with all her power to escape from him.
But instead, she slowly lifted her legs, spreading them apart, glorying in exposing herself in the most intimate way possible to this man.
'Damn, woman!' he said as his eyes crawled along her pussy lips which were slightly parted. He could see
