A Wife's Secret Lust (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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A Wife's Secret Lust

CHAPTER ONEHe would have to be tired, she thought, this twenty-four year old confused boy-man who was her husband. He had stayed up most of the night, reading, praying, she assumed... after it happened. From where she sat at the oilcloth covered kitchen table, Miriam Sheldon could see a portion of Peter's handsome, noble head, as he worked over his coming Sunday sermon in the study. Study? That was certainly stretching the definition of the word to its fullest It wasn't even a room... just a tiny alcove at the end of the cold, bleak hallway, where a battered old desk and some bookshelves had been wedged in, a makeshift as was everything else in this ancient, weary house the Nineveh-Bend congregation enjoyed referring to as "the parsonage."... And last night, he had slapped her... Dear Lord, was it possible?Looking slowly about the dreary kitchen: with its cracked plaster and paint-hungry walls, its castoff collection of aged furnishings and century-old soapstone sink, the lovely young blonde girl suddenly wondered upon what she had founded her belief that, in time, she could grow fond of the dismal old place, and all of that such a very short while ago. Then, as if to taunt her, memories of the splendor of her parent's home and the luxuries she had given up for love, crept into her mind. Dejectedly, she fought them, trying desperately not to remember that she had been Literally disowned... but that, too, was a feeble struggle, and tears glazed her transcendent, hazel-eyes. She bit at her perpetually pouting lower lip and wiped away the misty droplets with a long, tapered finger, inwardly upset with herself at her weakness.She loved him! She loved him! And that was the answer to all of it, she rationalized... but this morning she was distressed, frustrated... even frightened... with nowhere to turn. The accumulating emotional strain was simply getting the better of her. Oh, Peter, Peter... I'm so ashamed... that we've come to this in only six weeks of marriage... God, I'm so weak... Already, I've failed you... and I love you so...Her mind raced in circles, until she was remembering how, in the beginning, she had been so intrigued with the beauty of the picturesque little New Hampshire village... their first home, her own and Peter's, his very first church, this house in which they'd spent the first night of their honeymoon... in short, the antiquated, gloomy place was steeped in "firsts"... from-fiasco to fiasco. Oh, God...She wiped at her eyes once more. She had to get hold of herself, shake this state of mind and do what had to be done. There was no time for self-pity now. She had until tonight, but no later. Eli Barnes was no man to be taken lightly. Just be thankful Peter couldn't read her mind, or know her thoughts. She'd failed him dreadfully all right... when all she had wanted was to be a proper, good wife to him... have him proud of her... What was it he had said to her last night? Miriam! My God, do you have to be so wanton about it? She could have died right there! And the result... another fiasco... at least, for her.She stared at her half-emptied coffee cup, its contents long cold now, their uneasy breakfast together being past some thirty minutes. She knew she should dress, get out of her nightie and robe, how Peter became upset when she went around this way in the morning, always fearing that one or more of the village folk might drop in on them and form improper opinions, but nevertheless, she sat there, engulfed in her wretched, lachrymose mood. And then, abruptly, a shudder passed over her voluptuously porportioned young body as the dreaded thought of the necessary visit she must pay Eli Baines crossed her mind for the umpteenth time.That had been the first foolish thing she had done... borrowing money from that evil man, then lying to Peter about it. How blindly rattleheaded she'd been, never giving a thought to the possible complications, but Sara Dexter's suggestion had sounded so logical... and she'd been so certain within herself that inside of thirty days she would have been able to reestablish relations with her parents. Lord, after all, she was their only child. And God knows, she'd been desperate.She'd felt confident that her father would relent... at least, bend a little with time once he realized that she was actually gone for good and how much her Peter meant to her, or that her mother would be able to mollify him, but she had been wrong in both instances; they'd ignored her plea for help... truly disowned her... and all because of this boy-man she loved.Of course, if d been a near understood thing in their smug, secure circle that she and Rick Gilardo would announce their engagement when she finished college in June. They'd gone together for three years and Rick's parents belonged to the same country club and attended the same church as her mother and father... almost necessary requisites, it seemed. Position and religion... the two most important things in her parent's lives. The Gilardos were in the wholesale grocery industry, and her father's insurance business had been most successful over the past two-and-a-half decades, making their stalwart prominence in the little Connecticut town the envy of many... to the complacent satisfaction of both her mom and dad. Naturally, her father had been active in civic affairs and his opinion highly respected, in fact, seldom if ever questioned... and she had chosen to violate this verity by acting completely against his will... and unforgivable sin...Peter had come from Texas, of poor stock... "white trash," her father had ranted. He was tall, lean, slender-faced, with dark, wavy hair and deep brown discerning eyes, but it was his mysterious boyish smile that captivated her, even as passion and wrath burned with a certain savageness in the depths of those sometimes haunted, penetrating eyes.On a lark with the gang, she had gone to a tent revival meeting and heard him preach, and while the others were having a rousing good time, she had sat transfixed, being converted... not her religious convictions, just her heart. She had fallen in love with Peter Sheldon that very night The following evening she had gone back alone to meet him, and that's where it had all begun.When she'd brought him home the first time, her father had practically invited him to leave and not come back. Her mother had acquired one of her "sick headaches" and gone to bed for two days. At first, Rick had taken it in stride, at least, pretending to adopt his cosmopolitan, non-jealous attitude, but she knew that inside he was ragingly angry with her.Thinking about it, Miriam supposed it was a legitimately sound reaction on his part. After all, she had been wearing his fraternity pin, and had not gone out With anyone else in over three years, and certainly their petting had reached the point where one more little step would have destroyed her virginity. But thank God, she had never gone all the way with him, even though they had come disastrously close, and on more than one occasion it had been all she could do to hold herself back.Now, she was ashamed to think she had compromised herself at all, but she had. In the back seat of his car she would let him slip a hand inside her blouse or under her sweater to unfasten her bra and fondle her naked breasts in some of their more torrid sessions, but only once bad he ever gone beyond this, and her face flushed as she remembered that and how near they had come to the very brink of consummating the act itself.She had never been much of a drinker in her twenty-one years and that night at the country club dance with their parents, she had gone beyond her usual one or two. After, when they had parked "on the hill" overlooking the lights of the town and he had been massaging her naked breasts into maddening hardness with his fingers, he had suddenly kissed an sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The tender playing of his tongue around it had nearly driven her wild, and she'd barely noticed when his hand crept beneath her skirt and begun gentle caresses between her smooth, white thighs.The color filling her cheeks brightened to a brilliant crimson now as she recalled how she had half-heartedly pleaded with him."N-No, Rick, heavens no! We can't - you... you mustn't!" she had gasped, realizing the danger this time, fearing that in another minute she wouldn't be able to stop him.And he had continued, his hands gently stroking her soft, vibrant flesh, traversing over the full length of her uncontrollably resigning body, from her breasts to her flat, now quivering stomach and downward to the nylon shielded softness of her golden pubic hair. He had soothed her there, "stroking slowly, tantalizingly, inserting his middle finger under her satiny panties into the moist virginal split of her vagina, until a tingling sensation she had never before known caused her to writhe about on the seat beneath his hand almost fitfully. She could hardly believe the deep gasping sounds of her own breathing and the heat from his aroused breaths against her excited flesh."Oh, Darling... no, no... not now," she rasped into his ear.He'd not stopped, and then she had heard the whisper of his zipper, her heart skipping a beat as suddenly she sensed a hot, fleshy pressure against her upper thigh. His penis! Her body had actually recoiled from this first ever strange contact of a male organ, and had been ready to struggle when abruptly, his finger, nestled between her legs, had probed tenderly into the velvety wetness of her vagina, sending a galvanic current of measureless pleasure soaring through her whole being, leaving her momentarily powerless in the throes of the erotic entrancement. Her temporary paralysis had led him to believe she was submitting, and before she realized it he had placed her hand over his shaft, pressuring her fingers around it Instantly, her mind became a melee of mixed emotions, and even as her brain attempted to dictate right over wrong her fingers clenched tight against the hot throbbing instrument and she heard his expressive groan of delight mingled with her own labored breaths. She remembered how its enormous size had utterly amazed her, her fingers hardly able to encircle it, and how, automatically, she had begun to stroke it, manipulating the thick outer skin back and forth... up and down the rigid stem of flesh. Even now, in her shame, she remembered how as she ignored the righteous dictums her brain was endeavoring to scream at her, her physical being advised her that never before had anything ever felt so good or fulfilling.He was thrusting his long, slender finger deep inside the passage of her womanhood, its tender, sensitive wall suddenly so wet from the passion fluid ardently seeping from its chaste, excited lips. It was expanding the tiny opening in the membrane that denoted her purity, and even though she had feared its tearing, destroying the proof of her virginity right then and there, it seemed she could do nothing about it The wild intoxication he was filling her with was stripping her of all power to resist and unconsciously she had relaxed her inner thighs, allowing him greater access to her even as she had increased her own massaging of his penis. She remembered how astonished she had been as with each gentle stroke she could feel the massive shaft jerk and grow harder in her hand, when the very moment before its huge stiffness seemed impossible to surpass.In her fascination and enthrallment with the jerking organ, she had hardly realized he had rolled over on top of her until he was there, and almost too late she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping the rock-hard cudgel between them. He had gone half out of his mind endeavoring to direct and wedge it into the opening of her wet palpitating vagina, and God knows, she bad wanted it as bad as he... but something had helped her maintain her wits. She had striven with all Of her efforts against him, her struggle causing her hand to tighten around his straining member, and he had no more than penetrated the hard, rubbery head inside the legband of her panties, its tip nuzzled between the tight moist lips of her vulva when she sensed it commencing to lurch out of control. It jerked spasmodically in her hand and Rick gasped as she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from it and continue as if it would never end, until her soft, fleecy pubic hair was drenched with the warm, sticky sperm. The inside of her thighs were saturated with it and it dribbled down between her legs to drench the car seat beneath her buttocks.Then, Rich had groaned a final release and draped himself over her in obvious exhaustion. He was mumbling what had sounded like apologies to her, as if he had somehow failed her, she thought, almost as if he had been unaware she had resisted, and although she had not told him then, it was that night and that incident that had made it clear to her she did not love Rick Gilardo... and three evenings later she had seen Peter for the first time.Once more, her face reddened at the lewd memory of the episode; she couldn't help but wonder what Peter would think, say, or do if he ever knew. She had seen no logical reason for telling him. It could serve no purpose except to strain their own relationship even further... and Lord knows, she doubted if she could stand any more and stall pretend at this superficial attitude of happiness. Nor was his own air of contentment any less artificial than hers. At least, she had come to know him well enough to read sadness and joy, pleasure of pain in his boyishly handsome face, and rich, articulate voice.Actually, she had kissed Peter only six times before they were married, and those occasions, impassionate good-night pecks at the door when he brought her home from the revival meetings he had affiliated with. On their third date, he had told her he was merely helping do the Lord's work in whatever way he could while he awaited his appointment to a church of his own, which would be forthcoming in a matter of days. She had never known such a devoted, serious young man, and because of her own religious upbringing his sincere piety had reached right to her very heart She had refused to even see Rick or talk to him on the phone, until her parents in a state of mild hysteria, absolutely forbade her to have anything to do with "that fanatical preacher.'" Of course, she'd ignored them, and on their fifth date, Peter had elatedly told her of his appointment to a little church in New Hampshire. She had been as pleased as he, especially so when he suddenly gushed forth with: "Miriam... w-will you marry me?""Oh, Peter darling, darling... yes... I'll be proud to marry you," she had blubbered, actually weeping in her joy.So, in the aftermath of her father's tirade when they'd told him, they had dejectedly, without her parent's blessing, but nevertheless determinedly, set out for Nineveh-Bend, pausing only long enough in a little church in Massachusetts to take their vows, and that very night they had spent in this gloomy parsonage she had convinced herself that she could, in time, become fond of.Once more, Miriam felt the dampness of tears filling her long and lovely, expressive hazel eyes. Perhaps... perhaps, she thought, had their marriage bed been fulfilled, the deprivation and poverty she was expected to accept... even the restriction of being a preacher's wife might be more readily endured. But in the fretful absence of achieving sexual satisfaction when she so desperately needed love in its completion, to be abruptly confronted with her handsome, masculine husband's confused moral credo, she had frustratingly floundered... and then, Rick Gilardo had walked briefly back into her life.She and Peter had been married two-weeks when Rick and his new wife had stopped for an overnight visit, enroute to Montreal on their own honeymoon. He and Beth Evans, a schoolmate of hers, had eloped, and Miriam could not for the life of her, shake her sinful, jealous thoughts. If there was any satisfaction in knowing that she had been the one true love in Rick's life, she had that, or in realizing that had she not jilted him, Beth Evans would still be putting-out in the back seats of cars trying to trap a husband.They'd stayed with them for two days, and in the course of that time Beth never let her forget the near-squalor the parsonage afforded, always indirectly comparing it with the beautiful home she and Rick would be returning to. The sad part of it all was that Miriam knew it to be true."A clergyman really has a difficult time of it, doesn't he," Beth had said a dozen times or more. "Really, Miriam, I don't see bow you can stand it... being isolated in this God-forsaken place... living here like this after what you're used to. Why... why, the leg is actually broken right off that dilapidated old couch... "Miriam could have happily throttled her... yet, somehow, she had maintained her poise, smiled, and finally pacified herself with the love she had for her handsome Texan with the deep, mysterious eyes. Even so, it had seemed little at that point, but it was all she had to cling to.And then, later in the evening while she was pouring coffee, Rick had strolled into the kitchen and put his arms around her waist from behind, pressing himself close to her until she could actually feel the bulge of him trying to insinuate itself between her buttocks."Rick, stop! Lord, have you no decency at all?" she hissed, trying to squirm from his grasp."Awww, come on now, Miriam baby," he whispered hotly into her ear, holding fast to her wasplike waist, her writhings only serving to stimulate his member more so. "You can't tell me you haven't missed old Rick a little bit... nor forgotten those nights in the back seat 'on-the-hill.'""I can and I have! I'm only ashamed they ever happened!" she spat at him, twisting her head so that he could see the disgust registered on her face. "Now, if you don't have any respect for me, at least have some for your wife and my husband in the other room."She jerked herself almost free, but he held to the muscular part of her upper arms. "Okay," he sneered "But I'm not about to forgive you for the rotten deal you handed me... the way you ran out. You belong to me, baby, nobody else... and one day I'll get even...His words, in truth, had frightened her, and that night when they were gone, she had tried to find solace in Peter's love making, but following the pattern he had already established she had gleaned nothing but further frustration.In the morning, the broken leg on the davenport had loomed up before her like a gigantic shattered pillar supporting her marriage... her very life. Dear God, she couldn't stand it any longer! She would lose her mind...!As the preacher's wife she was also church treasurer. It was all terribly simple to withdraw $300 and purchase the new front room suite, tables, lamps, and two pictures thrown in. She'd had to go to Burgess five miles away to do it, but Peter had attended a town meeting concerning some school issue and she had been left with the car. Shortly, she had realized the empty-headed frivolity of the act... but not at that moment. It had been a matter of retaining her sanity... of holding on to her marriage.When Peter'd discovered what she had done, he'd been beside himself with anger, even when she told him she had used money she'd saved. Although he had accepted the lie, he'd been as near to violence as she had yet seen him, his face blossoming into a deep violet flush, his eyes blazing in their anger. He couldn't understand her doing such a thing without consulting him first. She must realize it was necessary they live within their means, he'd lectured... once he'd regained control of himself; what impression was this going to make on the congregation?The devil with the congregation, she'd thought. Still, she had sat passively and listened with semi-bowed head. Dear God, she loved him so!"You've got to remember, Miriam, we're the servants of these people... not they to us," he'd reminded her sharply. And it's not impossible that we'll have to learn to do without many more luxuries before we're very much older. Such is a preacher's life... and it's better that you get used to it now, right in the beginning."He was so masculine when he was enraged. Why didn't he grab hold of her forcefully and make love to her then? Dear Lord! She knew she should be taken and whipped for the thoughts she was thinking...It was inevitable that he would examine the bank account sooner or later and find her withdrawal unless she did something to cover it immediately. Oddly enough, she'd borne no fear of the illegality of the act; her worry had been simply of the pain she knew her lie would cause him once he knew the truth. And... and she loved this boy-man so deeply... so whole heartedly that to even witness mental stress upon his face literally tore her apart inside.Eli Baines, Ninevah-Bend's most wealthy and influential citizen, made private loans, pretty Sara Dexter, the church organist had told her at one of the meetings of the Women's Benevolent Society. And who should know better than she, for both her mentally handicapped husband and she herself worked for the man up at Mansion-House.Miriam had been surprised at herself, the way she had confided in the attractive young woman, but Sara had made herself a friend from the first day, and the few years difference in their ages seemed to somehow give them a link of adjoinment. The tall, shapely, dark haired girl had simply jockeyed her oneside and said: "What's bothering you anyway, Miriam?"She had denied any stress at first, but Sara was not ; about to be denied. And truly, if she'd ever need anyone to confide in, Miriam felt she needed them now... so she'd blubbered all."You go to Mr. Baines, but don't tell him I sent you," Sara said, wiping at Miriam's eyes at the same time. "Of course, you've got to be prepared to pay heavy interest. He's a regular old miser. If he loans you ten dollars, he expects twenty when you pay him back next week... but... no one will know."Miriam could have kissed her. She didn't, but she could have. Instead, in the morning she had driven up to Mansion-House and Luke, Sara's disfigured young husband, led her in. The poor man's face had been half ripped away with a high-powered bullet by an unknown hunter, damaging his brain... almost completely destroying him. Miriam couldn't help but think, as she was being taken to Eli Baines' office, that perhaps it would have been a mercy if he had died. He couldn't speak. He walked with a dragging limp, and his face suggested sheer horror.As she followed him, Miriam thought that he fit well into the ominous, aged, framed Mansion-House, its looming three floored, gabled structure and mansard roof as cold and foreboding inside as was the approach up the long drive with its giant maples and twisted, gnarled oaks. She followed him along the huge central hallway, a hollow, eerie dampness seemingly present even on this beautiful, warm August day, and suddenly she experienced a clammy, lumpish sensation at the base of her stomach... she was sorry she had come.In fact, she had hesitated and was about to pivot on her heel with all intentions of getting out of there just as Eli Baines appeared in the doorway before Luke Dexter. Miriam had sucked in her breath at his sudden emergence into view. Sara's husband made several motions that the other seemed to understand, then, without a word the afflicted man dragged himself away."So... Mrs. Sheldon, is it?" Eli Baines addressed her in a deep, guttural voice. He stepped back into the room. "Come in," he paid.He was a brute of a man in stature, and although she had seen him several times in the village, it'd been from a distance and she had not realized his massive size. He had a great barrel chest, was exceedingly tall and ugly of facial feature. His breathing came in deep, measured rasps, and from the beginning his watery, colorless eyes began to undress her licentiously. She guessed him to be in his mid-fifties, with a heavy shock of greying hair, and he wore a terrible slit-scar on his right cheek from eye to chin, causing that side of his face a feeble muscular reaction, unlike its counterpart. Once inside, he had closed the door to the surprisingly small, stuffy, disordered cubicle he used for an office, dropped into an ancient swivel chair before the cluttered roll-top desk and motioned her to a broken slatted, once dining-room chair."Well...?" he said gruffly. "Why've you come?"Miriam swallowed tightly. "I-I would like to borrow some money," she heard herself stammer in a thin, almost choked voice.He had leaned back heavily, thoughtfully, it seemed to her, making the aged chair groan. Finally, he said: "Little unusual... Hope you don't mind my being surprised. It ain't often an old widower like me gets to do business with such a lush young beauty." Miriam had felt the blood surging into her cheeks. His lecherous eyes continued to rake her body from head to toe unceasingly."I-I have this," she'd said, placing an oval cameo brooch that Peter had given her for a wedding present onto his desk before him. It had belonged to Peter's grandmother and its value mounted to three times what she was about to ask.Eli Baines studied it He grunted, leaning back once more as his eyes took liberties with her obvious hidden charms. "What's the Reverend Mrs.' pleasure?"Miriam ran the tip of her tongue along the line of her delicately full lower lip. She said: "I need three-hundred dollars for a short period. I'll pay you back in thirty days... but no one must know of our transaction."Slowly, the huge man eased into a suggestive grin. His teeth, yellowed and soundly square, gaped at her. "What for?" he breathed heavily."I... I can't see where that would be your affair, Mr. Baines... only that you loan it to me if you will. I will repay it in thirty-days," she had repeated. "In the meantime, you may hold the brooch for security."The massive man laughed easily. "My interest is heavy," he said."How much?""Hmmmm... three-hundred... thirty days... pay me back five-hundred."Miriam's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at his great hulk that overflowed the groaning chair. "T-That's plain robbery, Mr. Baines, and you know it!""Unh huh... maybe," he grunted, the lust in his expression seeming to grow more intense as his eyes continued to crawl over her shamelessly. "But you're the one what needs the money. You want it... you pay.""The brooch is worth at least a thousand dollars," she'd said. "You won't be taking any chances... ""Your husband know about this, Mrs. Reverend?" he interrupted, his twisted smile slowly broadening once more.Miriam swallowed tightly a second time, then shook her head. "No one must know," she said with certain urgency.Eli Baines continued to grin at her. "I see," he said, rubbing a hand over the grey stubble covering his chin and making a rasping sound. "Kind of a secret... just between you and me, eh?""If you want to put it that way... yes," said Miriam, straightening haughtily in her chair. "Even so. Mr. Baines, such exorbitant interest... I believe it's called usury, isn't it? Perhapsperhaps you would like to reconsider...?"Eli Baines stared at her for a long moment. His evil eyes caressed her body lewdly, yet, she forced herself to return his gaze levelly."Yeah... maybe you're right," he said at last "On second thought Mrs. Reverend... six-hundred dollars thirty-days from today... my regular interest Was going to be a bit lenient on you... you being so pretty and all, but a man can't make a living that way, now can he? 'Course, my advice to you would be... don't borrow. It ain't in keeping with our yankee customs. I suggest you figure another way... "She remembered that she had been next to insane with rage at that moment She'd seen him raise his interest one whole hundred dollars for thirty-days use and she had been ready to scream in her anger. Now, as she thought about it she realized that only her desire to protect Peter from the shock of the awful truth... to keep from hurting him in any way, had helped her contain herself, until finally she had bit her lip and said: "All right... give me the money!"He had and she'd signed a note, then gotten out of there as fast as she could... and that was thirty-days ago. Now, it was due and payable! Dear God, she'd been so certain she could regain her parent's good graces by now...