“God! Get a room would ya?” Brady stomps down the stairs and heads toward the front door.
Marlena has just returned from Africa and she and John sit on the couch in each other’s arms. At Brady’s comment, John moves Marlena from his lap. “Hey pal…I want to talk to you!” John gets up to go toward his son.
“I gotta go!” Brady doesn’t hesitate and continues his exit.
“Brady!” John picks up his pace across the living room and grabs Brady by the shoulder. “You aren’t leaving here until we talk!” John growls through clenched teeth.
Defensively, Brady swings around and pushes John backwards. “Gee Dad…wouldn’t you rather be fucking Marlena now that she’s home.”
John’s eyes grow wide in outrage as he lunges toward Brady. He swiftly pins him against the wall, his fists clenching Brady’s t-shirt. “If you ever say anything like that again about your mother…I’ll kick your ass all over this town!” John seethes with anger.
“John…please…” Marlena crosses the room, crying. She puts her hand on John’s back and pleads with him to stop. “Please…don’t hurt him.”
Brady’s face is flushed red, and he struggles to catch his breath as John pushes against his throat and chest.
“You got me?” John rages on—his hold on Brady still unyielding. “I asked you a question…and pal, you better have the right answer!” John pulls his son forward and slams him into the wall again.
“Mom?” Belle’s tremulous voice echoes from the stairs. Marlena looks at her daughter’s terrified face.
“Belle, sweetie, go back upstairs…okay?” Marlena wipes the tears from her eyes and gives her a pleading stare. Belle’s blue eyes swell with tears as she runs back up the stairs.
Attempting to get free from his father’s hold, Brady shoves John with all his might, surprisingly catching him off balance. John stumbles back into Marlena. Taking his opportunity, Brady gets away…John reaches for him, only to catch the sleeve of his shirt. “Brady! You tell your mother you’re sorry!” Marlena wraps her arms around John from behind to impede his advance toward Brady.
Brady turns around, hate and despise glowing in his dark eyes. “Why don’t you tell her…and she’s not my mother!” The air grows quiet and thick as the stairwell door in the hallway slams closed. John bends to his knees, his breath staggered and heavy.
Tears stain Marlena’s cheeks as her heart breaks in two. John stands and walks speechlessly to the bottom of the staircase and sits. He buries his head in his hands, fighting to constrain his emotion. Soon, his shoulders begin to shake as he surrenders to the anguish and starts to weep.
Marlena covers her mouth, devastated at his despair. She goes to him and envelops him in her arms. “Baby, oh baby…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” she cries with him.
John finally lifts his head to look at her. “What happened? Where did things go wrong?” he whispers.
Marlena smoothes her hand across his cheek, rubbing his tears with her finger tips. “I don’t know sweetheart…I don’t know.”
John wraps his arms around her. “Doc, I’m sorry…I can’t believe Brady would say the things he did.”
“It’s not your fault.”
John takes her by the shoulders and moves back to look at her. “I think it is…” his blue eyes pool with tears. “I think I’ve caused this.” John lowers his head and shakes it slowly.
Marlena places her hand under his chin, lifting his eyes to hers. “You listen to me John…whatever Brady is going through…we will help him through it. We will help him through it. You aren’t alone here. I love him like he was my own, and he has lived in my home as my son. I will not allow you to blame yourself. We must work through this as his parents, as husband and wife. But honey…violence is not the answer. He will not respond to you positively.”
John holds his hand up, his eyes closed and nodding his head. “I know, I know…but he’s not going to talk like that…” John begins to get angry again. “He’s not going to act like that.”
John squeezes his eyes shut and tears stream down his cheek. Marlena leans her head over to his, struggling to hold back the vehement emotion in her own soul. John turns and engulfs her in a fierce hug. “I love you…I’ve missed you,” he leans in and brushes her lips with a tender kiss. “I’m so glad your home,” he chokes out.
“Me too,” Marlena cries against his shoulder.
“Mom? Dad?” Belle stands timidly at the top of the stairs.
They both turn to her and Marlena stretches her arms out. “Oh baby girl…come here.” Belle runs to them and they both wrap her in their arms. “It’s okay…everything is okay.” Marlena cries against Belle’s soft hair.
***
“I’m going to take a shower honey.” John slides his arm around Marlena, who is in their bathroom unpacking some of her things. John rests his head on her shoulder. He lingers only a moment and then walks to the shower. She follows him with her eyes, her heart in agony over his heavy spirits. Through the mirror she watches him undress—the chiseled curves of his body causing her breath to catch. She busies herself putting things away and struggles to keep from looking at him. Finally she turns to him as he gets in the shower, the pit of her stomach wrenching in want. It had been weeks since she saw his beautiful form. She considered how desirable she had always thought he was to look at; not only was he tanned and muscular, he was perfect! Marlena leans against the bathroom counter admiring him—his abs, his pecs, his manhood. She closes her eyes as a rush of passionate energy surges through her body—her pelvic area becoming moist and hot. Knowing that lovemaking was a release for both of them she knew John would not deny her.
John is oblivious to her as Marlena quickly undresses. She opens the glass shower door and steps in. John’s closes his eyes and lets the steaming hot water pour over his body. Marlena wraps her arms around his lower abdomen, running her fingers tenderly over the patch of coarse hair below his navel—her tongue lightly touches the beads of water on his back. “Mmmm…I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
John slowly turns in her arms. No words are spoken as they begin to reunite. John grips her buttocks in his palms and presses himself to her, feeling her soft middle against his cock that immediately begins to stiffen. Marlena begins to explore his chest and nipples. Soon they find each other’s lips and stay locked in a tender and long awaited endearment. He pulls away from her and traces her bottom lip with his finger. “You know that my love for you…is not based on sex. Don’t you?”
Marlena’s eyes swell with tears, understanding that the comment Brady made earlier has caused John to question. “Oh sweetheart, I know your love comes from the deepest part of you. If it didn’t…I couldn’t feel the way I do.” She covers his lips with hers and it’s not long before John is rock hard and needing release. The shower water beats gently down over them as Marlena drops to her knees. John leans back against the tiled shower wall and holds the base of his shaft as she takes him fully into her mouth. Positive that he is very close to climaxing, Marlena makes firm but gentle strokes downward with her mouth, circling his knob with her tongue and then sucking hard and long—drawing his full erection in over and over. She glances to watch his face; he smiles and bends down over her to caress her back as she works quickly, alternating her hand movements with her mouth.
John lets out a low moan of desire. “Oh…Marlena…” John grips the back of her head with both hands, moaning for release as his balls tighten and the head of his cock throbs in pain.
Perceiving his timing, Marlena pulls away from him and waits. John strokes himself hard and quick—the muscles in his body twitching and jumping. “Oh…Oh…Uh…Oh God…” His eyes roll back as thick white fluid shoots forward copiously. Marlena opens her mouth as he pulls harder and harder on his cock, the force of his ejaculation hitting her in the face. “Ugh…uh…uh…oh… awwww…” As his orgasm weakens so do his knees. John grabs the soap bar to steady himself.
Marlena takes his cock in her hand and tenderly strokes him—kissing and licking the cum from his shaft. “Mmm…you taste so good.”
John reaches down and takes her by the arms and pulls her to a standing position. He backs her against the shower wall and buries his face in her neck, placing sensuous kisses along her collarbone and chest. He looks into her eyes and all it takes is her sweet smile and tears begin to form in his weary blue eyes. “I love you so much Marlena…” his chin trembles. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?” he swallows hard.
Overwhelmed by his sensitivity and perplexed by his afflicted spirit, Marlena wraps a hand behind his neck and ducks her head to force him to look at her and speaking with intensity. “I love you…and you know I’m not going anywhere.” She pulls him to her, wrapping her arms around him and pushing herself against him fully. John squeezes her to him as if he would never let go. They stand embracing until the water grows cold against their skin. John turns the water off and then kisses Marlena hard on the mouth—finding her tongue with his. With great vigor, he plunges his tongue into her mouth tasting her sweetness…making love to her with his tongue; sensually caressing her with his lips.
Feeling his sudden variation, Marlena begins to ache again for him…the excitement begins to rise in her as her center swells and becomes wet. She grips his firm buttocks and pulls him to her, grinding her soft mound against his semi-flaccid cock. John wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her up. She follows his lead—wrapping her legs around him. He pushes the glass shower door open and lays her gently on the bathroom floor. On his knees, John gazes at her for a moment before moving between her thighs. Marlena’s muscles jerk with tension, expecting to feel his lips on her. John moves his face to her hot center; he uses his finger to find her little button that is swollen with excitement. He gently fingers her, placing wet hot kisses in every fold. Soon he begins to lap at her wetness, burying his tongue inside her as she writhes in ecstasy. She looks down and observes his motion, he was never rough or aggressive…he knew exactly the way she liked it and he never failed to please her to the utmost. His tongue is a firm but delicate tool that caresses her inner most need, bringing her to her first orgasm. She clutches John’s hair in her hands and smashes her damp cunt against his mouth as he continues to suck and lick her.
He rises to his knees and begins to stroke himself until rigid while she watches and waits for him. John leans down to kiss her, engulfing her in a passionate kiss. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. Marlena gazes at him with a tiny smile as he begins to position himself. She grabs her knees and spreads her thighs as far apart as possible. John presses forward, holding his huge cock. He places the tip at her clit, causing her to buck mildly. She uses both hands to reach down and spread her lips apart as John puts just his knob inside her. Soon she is aching for more.
“Oh…honey…please!” Her hips rock to and fro anticipating the depth and girth of him inside her.
John slides in gently, rotating his hips in a circular motion until the tension has snapped. The size of his cock had always pleased her tremendously, but there was always a moment of discomfort when he had not been inside her for a while. Marlena lifts her buttocks off the floor and cries out, squeezing her eyes shut, holding her breath for a moment.
John pulls out quickly and leans down over her. “I’m sorry baby,” he whispers. Waiting for her to respond, he brushes her breasts with his tongue before returning his attentions to her tight canal. “You want me to keep going?” he asks quietly.
Marlena gives him a knowing smile, “Are you kidding?”
John grins and leans down to kiss her again. “Just wanted to be sure.”
Marlena brings her palm up to his cheek. “You are so sweet to me,” she smiles. John pushes her legs up and apart with his hands and grasping the base of his erection and slips his cock in. Her juices make ample lubrication for him to plunge fluidly and quickly in and out of her. Marlena soon joins his rhythm and they make their music.
John was grateful to have a woman who was conscious of her body and taking care of herself. Marlena worked hard to keep herself healthy and strong. She could make love for hours without tiring.
Every time he enters her, she squeezes his cock and then bearing down forces him out—grabbing him again and pulling him back inside. She does this over and over, creating such pleasure against him that he cries out, unable to stifle his aroused emotion. “Oh Doc!” Marlena is lost in their lovemaking as she arches her back and grips the rug with both hands. They had both learned to love in silence because of the children, so Marlena held her breath until she could no longer. She whimpers each time he reaches his end inside her, her little cries of ecstasy gave him such joy; it turned him on that much more. He loved holding her close to him when she came, so he could feel her body tremble in climax, she would often bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out.
As they neared their peak, John pulls out of her and moves quickly to change positions. He pulls her vanity chair from under the sink and sits, holding his cock steady as she straddles him. Marlena wraps her arms around his shoulders, allowing him to guide her onto his enormous shaft. He begins to lick and suck her nipples. She starts to bounce, the balls of her feet pushing off from the floor. John grasps her hips and pulls her forcefully down onto him over and over. “Yes…yes…yes…oh…ho…uh…uh…honey…” Marlena whispers in a stifled tone as she erupts, her canal constricting with great force around his cock. Cum pours from her opening and runs down his balls onto his thighs. He begins to ejaculate, the force of his orgasm so pleasurable that Marlena leans back as John holds her by the buttocks and pushes deeply into her. “Ohhhhhhhhh…”
John releases a low guttural exhalation as his eyes roll back in his head. “Oh Marlena…” John’s body quakes, trying to regain its natural rhythm. His grip around her weakens, and Marlena wraps her arms tightly around him.
She reaches up and wipes the beads of sweat from his brow, caressing his cheek and then his chest with her palm. She leans down and kisses his collarbone tenderly, encouraging him to relax. “That’s my boy…ummm…slow down…slow down now…” Perceiving his exhaustion, she moves from his lap and takes his hands, pulling him up. “Let’s go.”
John watches her intently, his expression melancholy. He obeys and follows her to their bed where she turns back the sheets and slips in. John gets in beside her and moves his body close to her, intimately wrapping his legs around hers.
Marlena caresses his face and smiles at him, conveying her love and understanding without words. His warm skin and muscular frame against her body, feeds her every desire at that moment. “All better?” she whispers through shining tears.
John grins and nuzzles his nose to hers. “All better…”
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