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Subject: REPOST: Healing Jess pt2
From: cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com (Rufus T. Firefly)
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:18 GMT

 
 
                             Healing Jess
                                Part 3
                              By: Liette
 
      Locking the bedroom door, Kevin leaned his forehead against the
 polished wood and drew a deep, shaky breath.  God, he had such a
raging
 hard on!  It was all he could do not to ravish her on the spot.  She
was
 so beautiful!  So absolutely adorable beyond words, all diapered and
tied
 as she was.  It had been a nagging little fantasy of his for some
time
 and he was delighted with the opportunity to see it enacted.  Though
he
 knew how his petite auburn haired wife felt, that somehow made it all
the
 more satisfying.  She was in need of a little mental discomfort at
the
 moment.
     Pulling back from the door, Kevin felt the demanding urges of his
 body recede immediately.  The memory of the mental anguish she had
 already caused him was more effective than any cold shower.  He
turned
 and headed for the stairs intent on finding a calming glass of wine.
      Jessica might not have taken Marcus seriously, he thought,
dimming
 the hallway lights and starting down, dismissing him with ridiculous
 offhandedness because of his choice of treatments, but Kevin had and
had
 learned in the course of it that his determined little wife wasn't
nearly
 as invulnerable as she believed.  Though the ailment itself might not
be
 overly threatening, despite its painful discomfort, by ignoring it,
she
 had opened herself to the risk off all kinds of nasty side infections
 that might have caused her permanent injury, or far worse.
      Kevin's hand clenched around the smooth wood of the handrail,
 halting his descent.  That thought was enough to weaken his knees.
He
 adored Jessica, loved her more than life itself, and the thought of
 losing her, especially to something so preventable, was something he
 couldn't bear.  He had felt that way about her since the moment he'd
laid
 eyes on her.  Standing on the dock at Lake Tahoe, watching the slim
girl
 in cut off shorts balance precariously to wiggle her toes
experimentally
 in the frigid water, he had thought her the most beautiful creature
he
 had ever seen and had instantly feared for her safety.  And he still
did.
 He would repeat the events of tonight a million times if that's what
it
 took to keep her safely by his side.
      But that wasn't enough, he thought, finally working his way back
to
 his study, not for Jess.  Sitting behind the desk he poured another
glass
 of wine from the crystal decanter and leaned back to kick his feet up
on
 the corner.  He smiled to himself.  He had kept his calm all the way
 through lunch at the country club, admirably so under the
circumstances,
 all the while confidently pretending that Jessica had simply lacked
the
 time to tell him all the details of her visit.  Yes, he had assured
after
 
 Marcus's genuinely concerned query, he was sure she had gotten all
she
 would need, but since she could be so bashful about such things,
maybe
 he wouldn't mind filling her husband in on just what exactly she was
 supposed to be doing.  He had and after bidding his kindly old friend
a
 fond farewell, Kevin had nearly killed himself racing to the art
gallery
 she managed with the intent on dragging her home.  It wasn't until he
had
 nearly run off the road that he had begun to think clearly enough to
 realize he could come up with a much better plan.  So he had stopped
to
 call her, giving his excuses, made a few stops, and returned to their
 hilltop estate.
     "Jess, Jess, Jess," he murmured aloud.  Trinity appeared to leap
into
 his lap, hoping for attention.  Kevin rubbed his silvery gray ears.
 "You're mama's quite a little minx," he informed the coddled animal.
 "Too stubborn for her own good.  But I think we can do something to
cure
 her of that."
      Indeed, Kevin Kenhill saw some definite changes for the near
future.
 He and Jessica had a good relationship, wonderful in fact, but her
 negligence for her own welfare had brought more prominently to the
 surface his need to take care of her.  He always had, subtly of
course
 for the sake of her pride, but maybe it was time to be more direct
about
 it, to show her openly how much he needed to make sure she was happy
and
 safe.  Still, such a change wouldn't come easily.  He would have to
 instigate it carefully, testing the very limits of what she would be
 willing to accept.  He had already made the first move tonight, with
 great success he felt, but had to proceed with caution.  He couldn't
risk
 driving her away, yet at the same time couldn't allow her to know
that
 she herself had the power of controlling just how far he would go.
     A dilemma, a challenge, and one he pondered with an odd sense of
 excitement.  He couldn't deny the fact that his feelings of
 protectiveness and her submission to them were terribly arousing.
 Proving that point, Trinity mewed annoyance at the growing hardness
 beneath him and retreated to the floor.
      Just as well, Kevin thought, setting his empty glass aside.  He
was
 hungry and still had work to do.  The master bath was a mess and his
wife
 was sure to be nearing the deepest part of her partially drug induced
 slumber.  He would just grab a quick bite and then go see how she was
 doing.
 
      His appetite sated, Kevin Kenhill climbed the sweeping staircase
and
 returned to the master bedroom.  Entering quietly and relocking the
door
 - a good habit to get into over the next few days - he went to his
wife's
 side.
      Jessica was sleeping soundly.  Her arms were tucked around the
puffy
 pillow and she had managed to turn her body sideways, pulling her
knees
 up as far as the leather straps would allow.  Kevin wasn't
particularly
 pleased to see the dried tears on her face, but felt that maybe such
a
 release had done her some good.  She had been so tense with worry
lately,
 making her wince frequently at the pain it caused to her insides.
      But that was a thing of the past, he vowed, going to sit beside
her
 and stroke her fine auburn hair.  Then, unable to resist, he
carefully
 peeled back the blanket and swept it to the end of the bed.
      God, she looked so cute like this!  Curled on her side, her face
 sleep pinked, and her pampered bottom thrust slightly out.  Like a
little
 angle.  His sleeping baby.
      Convinced that such a sight shouldn't be lost, he quickly went
to
 his dresser and retrieved their polaroid camera.  Turning the lights
up
 a little higher, he circled the bed and snapped her from several
angles.
 They often did this to each other, not only during lessons, and he
 already had a rather extensive collection of pictures of her.  He
tucked
 his newest prizes carefully in his shirt pocket to show her at a
later
 date.  Then, putting the camera away, he tucked the blanket back
around
 her and went to tend to the bath.
      It wasn't much later that Kevin returned, carrying a brown paper
bag
 from the drugstore under his arm, a glass of warm water, and several
of
 the fluffy pink towels.  He set the bag on the floor, the glass on
the
 night stand, and the towels at the end of the bed.  Then he untied
his
 beautiful sleeping baby and rolled her to her back.
      Jessica didn't stir and, just be sure, Kevin patted her face a
few
 times and called her name.  No response.  Pleased, he retied her
arms,
 shortening the leads to restrict all but the most limited movement -
no
 need to be incautious - and spread her legs.  She shifted and he
froze,
 but she stilled again almost immediately.  Satisfied, he retied her
legs,
 also on a short lead, and unfastened the diaper, taking a moment to
trace
 the adorable little patterns.  Smiling he pulled it away and, lifting
her
 bottom, slid the towels beneath her, creating an absorbent barrier as
 well as raising her several inches for better access.  She moved
again,
 pulling the tethers and rolled her hips away.
      Frowning, Kevin realized he couldn't proceed if she was going to
be
 restless.  After a moment's consideration he rose again and went his
 closet.  From their special "toy box" at the rear, he retrieved one
of
 his favorites, a sturdy graphite composite spreader bar with duel
leather
 cuffs and brass buckles.  Back on the bed he put his wife back on her
 back and fastened the cuffs to her knees, the intervening rod keeping
her
 flat.  Then, he reached for the bag.
      From inside the brown crinkly paper, Kevin began to remove
several
 objects.  The first was a thin blue and pink capsule that he dropped
to
 the side.  That was for tomorrow.  The next was a packet of stylish
Lady
 Bic razors, followed by a can of feminine shaving gel, a bottle of
baby
 lotion, and a squeeze container of talcum powder.  Everything he
would
 need.
      Touching the curly dark hair between her legs, Kevin shifted his
 gaze to his wife's peacefully unknowing face.  Should he really be
doing
 this? the question came.  It wasn't as if they had never discussed
it,
 or even decided on doing it, but always before one or the other of
them
 had backed out.  She really did have such pretty curls and though it
 wasn't permanent, it was still enduring and right now, done without
her
 knowledge, would be pushing the limits of his rights with her.  The
 spoken rule had always been that he could do anything he wanted that
 wouldn't have permanent effect, whether she liked it or not, but with
the
 unspoken agreement that he would use good judgement.
      Eventually the debate swung in his favor, mostly because his
 throbbing manhood seemed to favor the idea considerably, and he
 pronounced to himself that he was well within his rights, and his
reason.
 Happily, he squirted a dab of jell onto his palm and rubbed it into a
 rich lather.  Relishing the feel, he smoothed it over her mound,
between
 her thighs, and down around her exposed anus.  After wiping his
hands,
 he uncapped the first razor.  Gritting his teeth against a final
twinge
 of loss, he brought it to the edge of her hairline and made the first
 careful stroke downward.  Lathered curls parted and gave, leaving a
wake
 of pearly pink flesh.
      Kevin Kenhill nearly came on the spot.
      "Blessed Mary!" he groaned softly, painfully aware that he
didn't
 dare risk running for a cold shower.  Even in unconsciousness it
seemed
 his wife was having revenge.
      He bite his lip and kept going.
      Stroke after stroke revealed more and more of her hidden beauty
and
 Kevin blissfully, torturously, dwelled on each and every moment of
it.
 He paused frequently to rinse the Bic with quick swishes in the warm
 water or to exchange it for a fresh one when it become too clogged or
 dull, but all too soon he was down to the fine curling wisps that
tickled
 her puckered back entrance.  Parting her cheeks, he gave them extra
care,
 removing them almost reverently.
     This was a part of her he considered very special, especially
after
 what he had revealed earlier.  Kevin had always been aroused by anal
 manipulation, whether it was simple fondling or actual penetration.
The
 truth was, he loved anal sex and had found by trial that it provided
some
 his more memorable experiences.  It was only out of the love he had
for
 his wife that he had respected her wishes and never pursued that
 potential part of their relationship.
      Until tonight.
      Thinking of the enema he would soon be giving her had kept Kevin
on
 the edge of arousal all afternoon.  The thought of finally touching
her,
 of probing her most guarded and forbidden depths, of filling her with
the
 warm fluid, had driven him nearly crazy with desire.  But it had been
a
 desire threaded with guilt because he already knew what her reaction
was
 likely to be.  Jessica would hate every moment of it.
      Or so he had thought.
      When Kevin had noticed his wife moistening conspicuously during
his
 initial probe to lubricate her, he had been surprised and then
pleased.
 Perhaps she did share his eroticism, holding back only because of
some
 preconceived notion, or experience.
      The latter, or more likely a combination of the two, he thought
now,
 reliving the tell tale events.  She hadn't wanted to admit her
desires.
 It was only after he had captured and tapped them, mercilessly
 manipulating them, that she had given up denial and surrendered to
 pleasure.  In an explosive orgasm that had left her shaking with
 pleasure, yet sadly withdrawn.  He had noticed both, and her
avoidance
 to acknowledge it, but took heart that she hadn't railed against him
or
 retreated completely.  She seemed more confused by her response than
 anything else and that gave him hope.  Hope that he could coax her
out
 completely, dash her fears and embarrassment, and bring them both to
the
 point where they could share such experiences with equal pleasure.
And
 he would do so, he decided, very soon, before she had time to rebuild
and
 reinforce her defenses.
      Wiping away all remaining traces of curls and lather, Kevin made
a
 mental note to call Frawling's again tomorrow, and reached for the
baby
 oil.  He rubbed it in quickly, not daring to linger over the sensual
feel
 of her liberated pubis for fear that he would lose what little pride
his
 hardened member had been willing to leave him.  When noticed the
 unconscious sway of her hips in response to his ministrations, he
hastily
 removed his hand to dash her with talcum.  He could manipulate her
again,
 he knew, bring her easily to orgasm, even as she slept, but to do so
 would break his own tenuous control.  Besides, he would have further
 opportunities to indulge that particular pleasure later.  The
 anticipation would only make it all the more enjoyable.
      Content now within in his own mind, Kevin replaced the diaper
and
 removed the spreader from between her knees.  He then unfastened her
 restraints and returned his sleeping wife to her original position,
even
 curling her back on her side.  She murmured softly and he bent and
kissed
 her cheek.
      "Sleep well, Daddy's little angel," he purred, gathering all
traces
 of the evidence.



                                Healing Jess
                                   Part 4
                                 By: Liette
 
      "Jessica."
      Jessica shifted away from the annoying pat on her cheek.  It was
 Saturday wasn't it?  What did Kevin want?  He always respected her
 fondness for sleeping late on this particular day.
      "Come on, Jess," her husband insisted.  "Daddy wants his baby to
 wake up now."
      Jessica groaned.  She knew now.  She remembered the events from
the
 night before, the argument, the horrible treatment, her shameful....
The
 fact that she was still subject to her husbands whims.
      "Jess."
      It was more firm this time and she opened her eyes.  Kevin,
already
 dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, was smiling down at her.  It
melted
 her heart.  Surely such an adoring face couldn't be held at fault.
      "Morning, love," he greeted through a kiss.
      "Morning...."
      He raised an eyebrow.
      "...Daddy."  She actually smiled.
      Tilting his head, her husband appraised her.  "You're feeling
better
 today, aren't you?"
      She was surprised to admit that she was.  She felt relaxed and
 content and the usual twinges of discomfort and nausea were
conspicuously
 absent.  "I guess last night was enough," she offered, smiling
 innocently.
      "Nice try," he grinned back, not fooled for a minute.  "If you
had
 really listened to Marcus you would remember that there's supposed to
be
 an immediate improvement.  It doesn't mean you're cured."
      She had remembered, but hoped that he wouldn't.  "But, Kev...."
      "You know better than that, baby," he warned.
      She realized he was referring now to her speaking openly without
 permission and using his name.  She blinked a silent apology.
      "It's alright," he surprised her.  "Actually, I was thinking
that
 we could do away with that rule altogether.  I want to hear you,
Jess.
 You won't sway me, I assure you, but as long as you have something to
say
 I want to know.  If I don't like what I hear, or if your fussing too
 much," he added with a mischievous smirk.  "Then I'll just use this."
 To her dismay he produced the ball gag briefly from his pocket.  "So
 think carefully first, okay?"
      His rules, his choice.
      "All right," she agreed meekly, squirming to get more to her
side
 where she could look up at him without twisting her neck.  It was
then
 that she noticed something odd.  A strange rasping sensation beneath
the
 horrible diaper she had been disappointed to discover she still wore.
 She couldn't reach very far, and didn't dare try, so she asked
instead,
 "Can I go to the bathroom?"  She would be free to investigate there.
      "Of course, baby.  Go ahead.  You're all set."  He patted her
 diapered bottom.
      "Kevin!" she shrieked, horrified that he might actually mean for
her
 to do so.
      "Calm down, Jess," he laughed, stroking her reddening face.  "I
was
 only teasing.  I'll let you up, just as soon as we take care of
 business."
      "Business?" she moaned.  What was he up to?
      "Marcus told me...," he began.
      And Jessica cringed at another reference to the quack, picturing
him
 rising in Kevin's mind to an exalted position somewhere between
Solomon
 and Confucius.
      "...that it might be helpful to keep a chart of your
temperature,
 so I'm going to take that first."
      Fine, she thought, exercising new judgement on just when he was
 likely to shove the gag in her mouth.  Her temperature seemed
innocuous
 enough.
      But Jessica underestimated her husband's commitment to the roles
 they were still playing.  When he returned from the bathroom it
wasn't
 with the familiar black and white thermometer case, it was with a
blue
 and pink pen shaped capsule and something else that he set near her
legs
 before she could glimpse it.
      Curious, she watched him unscrew the new gadget and pull out a
 different thermometer, a bulbed glass rod with a little yellow duck's
 head at one end.  A child's thermometer?  She didn't register the
 significance even after he laughed at her when she opened her mouth
to
 accept it.
      "That isn't quite what I had in mind," he said, eyes twinkling.
      Still she didn't understand, not until he slipped one hand under
her
 to pull at the diaper tabs.
      A rectal thermometer?!  She was appalled.  Would it never end?
 Kevin knew how much she hated....
      "Don't, please...." she started to beg, but Kevin patted the
pocket
 with the gag and she buried her face in the pillow.
      She clenched up, but Kevin still parted her legs, by tightening
the
 straps at the end of the bed, and then her cheeks, with gentle
fingers.
 A moment later she heard a squish from what she now knew was the tube
of
 K-Y and a cold dollop of it dropped on her anus.  Her husband
smoothed
 it around a little, then pressed his finger deep inside of her.  It
 wasn't necessary, a small bit on the thermometer would have sufficed,
but
 he seemed to take great pleasure in what he was doing now.  She felt
the
 unwanted stirring return and the sting of tears in her eyes, but,
 fortunately, Kevin was in a generous mood.  He simply withdrew his
finger
 without touching anywhere else and replaced it with the cold glass of
the
 thermometer.  Of course any excitement on her part would have shot
her
 temperature up, negating the reading, but she was grateful
nonetheless
 and eagerly returned his kisses while trying hard to ignore the
intrusive
 instrument jutting from her backside.
      Once her temperature was read and recorded in a little green
 notebook, Kevin pulled the diaper back up without securing it and
freed
 her completely to roll to her back while he curled the four straps
 together at the foot of the bed.  He would be using them again no
doubt.
 Jessica wanted to touch herself, the strange rasping worse than ever,
but
 held on to her judgement.  She waited.
      "Was is it, baby?" Kevin asked, coming to sit beside her and
seeing
 her squirm against the propped pillow.
      "Nothing," she lied.
      He smiled and put his hand on the diaper, intensifying the odd
 sensation.  "Nothing?" he prompted.  "You can tell Daddy what's
wrong."
      The way he was looking at her, flushed and innocent, said it
all.
 "What's going on," she demanded in a worried whisper.
      "Something we've been talking about for a long time."
      "What?  What do you mean?  What have you done?"  Alarmed she
reached
 for his hand, determined to find out for herself, but he smacked her
 fingers and she jerked them back.
      "Patience, my love, is a virtue," he reminded cheerfully.  Then,
 with all the flair of a magician, whisked the diaper out from under
her
 and tossed it away, revealing....
      "My God," Jessica breathed, staring in mouth gaping horror at
her
 shaved and naked mound.  She parted her legs, but there wasn't a curl
in
 sight, just smooth naked folds.  "Oh Kevin, why?"  Tears welled in
her
 eyes.  She was so open, so exposed, all her soft concealing hair...!
      Purely from instinct she tried to flee from the sight, rolling
away
 from him toward the opposite side of the bed.  His hands gently
pulled
 her back, holding her firmly, but she couldn't face him, shaking her
head
 in denial, all too aware of the vulnerable feel of her naked skin
against
 the sheet and insides of her buttocks and thighs.
      "Easy, baby.  Come back here," Kevin murmured, pulling her into
his
 arms.  She cowered against him and he whispered in her ear.  "Don't
be
 upset, Jess, please.  I didn't mean for you to be.  We've wanted to
do
 this for a long time, but never had the courage.  I just took the
 initiative."
      No, it couldn't be!  "Put it back!" she wailed, an absurd idea
at
 best.
      "Put it back?" he repeated, bewildered.
      "Yes!"
      He pulled away and smiled kind amusement, but asked seriously,
"Do
 you really want me to try?"
      The image of her husband bent over her, trying to replace her
shorn
 ringlets, was so ridiculous she couldn't stifle a small tearful
giggle.
 "Yes."
      "I could give it a shot," he said after due consideration,
leaning
 her back against the pillow and running his hand down her stomach to
 caress her baldness.
      The feel of his fingers where she had never felt them before
made
 Jessica shiver.  This was how she had always imagined it would be.  A
 light tickling touch that sent tiny shockwaves up and down and
through
 her.
      "If you really want me to," Kevin added, eyes twinkling when she
bit
 her lip and moaned.  "Of course then I would have to postpone your
 shower."
      That thought perked her up immediately.  He was already stirring
her
 to passion and she knew from experience that when he chose to bathe
her
 in the shower, he would turn it into the most wonderful love making
 session.  The thought of the warm spray and soapy lather on her newly
 exposed skin, erased all her misgivings.  She shook her head.
      "You don't want me too or you don't want a shower?" he teased,
 knowing full well what she meant.
      "I don't want you too."
      "You don't want me too...?"
      "Please, I don't want you to try," she begged, desperate and
eager.
 "Please give me a shower, Daddy."
      He glowed at her spontaneous response and whisked her into her
arms.
 "Daddy's little baby is so wonderful," he praised.  "He's going to
give
 her a shower she'll remember forever."

      In the bathroom, Kevin went to the oversized stall and started
the
 water while Jessica accepted his offer to relieve herself.  He was so
 thrilled that she wasn't upset over his shaving her, that he was
fairly
 beside himself.  As he had hoped, once she got over the initial
shock,
 she had actually found she rather liked it.  As much as he did.  In
fact,
 her hand had strayed so often as he walked her to the bathroom that
he
 had finally had to tell her to stop touching herself, warning that he
 would know and punish her if she did so when she was alone.  That was
his
 job and he guarded it jealously.
      When Jessica rejoined him, he immediately pressed his hand
between
 her legs and smiled.  "You've been good."
      She glared at his presumption and started to step back, but he
 quickly reached around and smacked her bare buttocks.  "Behave," he
 warned.  "Or I'll give a sponge bath."
      He had done so in the past and knew it wasn't nearly as pleasant
for
 her.  She confirmed this by immediately erasing the scowl from her
face.
      Kevin laughed and pushed her into the stall ahead of him,
listening
 to her purr as the warm water caressed her body.  Something he would
soon
 be doing himself, he thought, shedding his clothes quickly and
joining
 her.  He was pleased with her this morning and intended to reward
her,
 not to mention indulge, at long last, in his own much awaited, much
 needed, release.
      Moving in behind her, Kevin turned her so her back was to the
spray
 and reached for the soap.  She stood motionless, obedient, her face
 upturned, eyes shut, a small smile of anticipation on her lips.  His
 already throbbing manhood jerked and hardened impossibly further.  He
 wanted her so badly, needed her so much, he would have to work hard
to
 maintain the necessary control to draw this out to its planned
 conclusion.  At the moment that seemed all but impossible.
      Putting himself between her and the spray, he soaped his hands
and
 drew them slowly down her shoulders, under her arms, and around to
her
 breasts.  He loved her breasts, not too large, not too small, and
 incredibly sensitive.  She jumped when he found her nipples and
leaned
 against him.  He continued fondling her, rolling the rosy erect buds
 between his fingers and thumbs, while pressing and rubbing his
hardened
 manhood against the cleft of her buttocks, as close to her forbidden
 entrance as he could get.
      Reflexively, Jessica reached behind her in a characteristic move
he
 now recognized was an unconscious defense.  Though he loved her
caress,
 he couldn't allow it.  Kevin pinched down just firmly enough to make
her
 halt.  She stood motionless again, but grew tense.
      "Trust me, baby," he whispered, backing off a bit until she
relaxed
 again.  That wasn't what he had in mind anyway, not so soon in his
 efforts.
      Kevin continued cupping and stroking her breasts, then slowly
began
 to work his way downward.  Though she attempted to guide him to her
 center immediately, he held off, trailing his fingers teasingly down
her
 thighs.  Only when she was panting with desire did he reach for the
soap
 again and bring the fresh lather to her naked, beckoning mound.
Jessica
 gasped at his touch, swaying her hips, so he lingered a while over
the
 new and enticing feel of her before finally taking the initiative to
 begin his probe deeper.  She was already wet and wanting, so he
 intentionally took his time, bathing her smooth lips with care and
 rolling her swollen protruding clit slowly between his fingers.  When
she
 began to shudder, on the verge of cumming, he pulled them away and
 laughed at her moan of disappointment.
     "Wait for Daddy," he whispered in her ear, running his tongue
over
 the delicate curve of it.  "There's my girl.  Very soon now."
     She moaned again, beyond coherent speech and he felt the
trembling
 in her knees.  Gently, slowly, playing on her anticipation, he
caressed
 her body one last time and turned her to face him.  Bringing his lips
to
 hers, he fastened them together, tongues dancing, and signaled with
his
 hand that he was ready.  She shifted and he grasped her waist and
lifted,
 supporting her frail weight entirely, while her legs curled around
his
 waist.  Pushing her to the wall, he slowly lowered her onto his
throbbing
 manhood.
      It was sheer ecstasy.  Her warm folds welcomed him in,
tightening
 around him, driving him nearly insane with shockwaves of pure
pleasure.
 He could have done it then, taken her in one reeling, cataclysmic
second,
 but he forced himself to wait, to hold off.  He wanted her to share.
He
 wanted to give her this priceless moment in a very special way.
      Jessica groaned, impatient, wanting him to start the slow
undulating
 movements that would send her heaven.  She nipped his neck and ears,
 prompting and begging.
      But Kevin had something else in mind.  He backed from the wall
and
 grasped her hips.  She gasped, understanding, and loosened her legs
to
 allow him to move her.  Yes, he thought, but not for the reasons she
 suspected.  Keeping her up with one arm, he ran his free hand over
her
 soapy backside.
      Puzzled, she lapped at his ear, keening a query.
      Kevin responded by taking possession of her lips again.  Her
tongue
 wrestled his, conveying her need through sheer force.  Yes, he
thought
 again, and without warning plunged his finger, just the tip, up and
into
 her unsuspecting bottom.
      "Aaaahhhhh!" Jessica jerked back, freeing her lips.
      "Easy, baby," he groaned coaxingly, spreading wet kisses over
her
 cheeks and nose.  "Easy.  Only if you want me too.  Do you want me
too?"
      He took her lips again and felt her whimper behind them.  She
was
 frightened he knew, confused by her reaction to his unexpected
intrusion,
 a reaction that was being conveyed to him unmistakably through the
 rippling waves that engulfed and excited his throbbing member.  But
she
 was also helpless.  Helpless as he had intentionally made her.
Helpless
 as she needed to be against the wants and needs of her body to
release
 the full potential of her pleasure.
     "Do you?" he pressed hoarsely, close to loosing control.  Still,
he
 wouldn't proceed without her consent.  He would still make love to
her,
 yes, fulfil her, just not that way.
     "Jess?" he whispered desperately.  She had to decide.  Now.
     In the end he almost missed her answer, a slow trembling nod that
 betrayed her desire and her fear of it.
     And none too soon.  The moment he started to move her, swaying
her
 outward, seeking and supplying the euphoric friction they both
needed,
 thrusting in and out of her, back and front, finger and member,
Jessica
 threw her head back and screamed, a long terrible cry of sheer and
utter
 ecstasy that was torn from the deepest depths of her rigid,
convulsing
 frame.
     Kevin quickly joined her, adding his own exalted cry, as her
strong
 muscles spasmed around him, clutching him, pulling him in, finger and
 member, combining with her primal cry to send him irretrievably over
the
 final brink, past any hope of thought or reason.  Purely the beast he
 clasped her tight, thrusting harder and deeper, time and again,
until,
 finally, he swelled and burst, exploding forcefully, filling her
 gratefully, joyfully, totally, with his seed.
      Collapsing against the wall, Kevin held Jessica to him, cradling
her
 like a child, and slid slowly to his knees while she buried her face
in
 his neck and wept.

       "Jessica?  Please, answer me."  Kevin had recovered his
complete
 senses to find his wife of four years huddled and unresponsive.
Wrapped
 in a towel, she now sat shivering in his lap, her green eyes pressed
 tight and leaking tears.
      "Baby?  Can you open your eyes for me?"
      She did and he breathed a sigh of relief.  She was hearing him
at
 least.  But she looked so frightened, so lost.
      "Tell me how you feel, baby," he coaxed, aching that he might
have
 gone too far, hurt her terribly with something she wasn't ready for.
      Her eyes raised slowly to his and he saw confusion where he had
 feared he would find accusation or shame.  "I... I don't know," she
 choked weakly.
      "Come on, baby, you can tell Daddy."
      "I...."
      "Did it feel good?  Before?" he helped softly, already knowing
the
 answer, but also knowing that she needed to admit it, to him, and to
 herself.
      Her lip trembled.
      "Answer me, Jess.
      "You know it did," his adorable wife finally accused, blurting
it
 out and pouting.  "You knew it would.  You planned it all along."
      Yes, he had, but he wouldn't parade his success.
      "Are you angry with me?" he asked instead.  Though he was
thrilled
 by her admission, indirect as it was, he still ached at the thought
that
 she might not welcome or understand what he'd done as the gift it was
 meant to be.
      "Do I get to punish you if I say yes?"
      He smiled lovingly at her childlike response, the cold knot of
fear
 melting away.  "If you really mean it," he agreed.
      She didn't answer and he knew she couldn't because she wasn't.
 Satisfied, he decided to let it go at that.  She had accepted his
gift,
 tentatively perhaps, but wasn't quite sure yet what she was going to
do
 with it.  Not that he had any intention of letting her lock it away
in
 some dusty corner of her mind, never again to see the light of day.
He
 would, however, give her time to toy with its existence, alone and
 unmolested, before dragging it back out into the open again.
      Which would give him plenty of time to call Frawling's, he
thought
 with a smile.
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