Date Night Part 7: The Best BJ Ever – By Righteous Query

Marlena leaned back into John’s arms as they watched the ferry push off and head back to the mainland. The little boat slowly but surely disappeared across the harbor leaving them all alone to enjoy a quiet weekend at the Horton Cabin. Sure, they could have gone anywhere, but it was something quaint and nostalgic about returning here. It was far enough to unplug but close enough to tap in at a moment’s notice and the ideal location for Date Night.

John nestled into Marlena’s neck as he hugged her from behind and swayed from side to side while humming an unfamiliar tune. He had this song stuck in his head all day and couldn’t think of the lyrics and it was nagging him.

“I am so looking forward to this weekend. No phones. No kids. No traffic. No Noise,” said Marlena, swaying with John. “What are we dancing to?”

“I’ll tell you when I think of it. I’ve had this tune stuck in my head and I can’t think of the lyrics to save my life and it’s bugging me,” said John.

Marlena turned to face John and kissed him softly on the lips. “Well let’s go for a walk and maybe it will come to you. Studies show that once you stop thinking about something, forgotten details are more likely to return,” said Marlena.

“Is that what you tell your patients when you are trying to get them to remember repressed memories?” asked John.

“Not really. It’s what I tell myself when I forget what to tell you to grab from the store, but it’s still

relative,” she said as she slapped John on the butt. “Now let’s get into some debauchery!”

John rubbed his hands together and gave a naughty grin. “Doc, you have no idea and I wouldn’t call it debauchery. More like lascivious,” said John searching for the right words.

The idea delighted Marlena as she lit up with glee. “Can we get lewd and lecherous too? I mean if I’m going to completely sully my good name, I want to do it in style,” joked Marlena.

“Baby, you won’t be able to show your face to the birds and squirrels around here by the time we are done,” said John as he took her hand and guided her down the trail. He had big plans for this weekend, and he was hopeful that Marlena would roll with it.

Hand and hand John and Marlena enjoyed their leisurely stroll when John stopped at a fork in the road and looked around to get his bearings. Pausing and rubbing his chin, he inspected the tall pine trees around him.

“What are you looking for?” asked Marlena.

“I just remembered something that I did but never showed you,” said John, going from tree to tree. “It’s probably gone.”

John rubbed his hands along the trunks of the enormous pine trees surrounding them. To his dismay, he didn’t see what he was looking for.

“If you tell me what you are looking for, maybe I can help,” said Marlena, peering over his shoulder. John didn’t respond, he just walked around for minutes looking at the base of the trees.

“Well, I was looking for something that I carved in one of the trees. I don’t see it anymore.” He seemed almost crestfallen.

Marlena grabbed his hand, “I’m sure it’s still here. How long ago was it?” asked Marlena looking around.

John stopped and smiled. For the first time that Marlena could recall, he blushed and seemed too shy to respond which piqued her interests all the more.

“Ok now I’m curious! What did you do?” asked Marlena as she playfully tickled John’s stomach.

He had never been ticklish before, but Marlena without fail always managed to get something from him that others couldn’t. John felt guarded and shy although Marlena knew everything about him. His reservations about sharing what he was looking for surprised him, yet he knew he wanted to share what it was.

John found himself in a small secluded meadow surrounded by a beautiful field of trees. If he hadn’t known better, he would have sworn he was no longer in Salem.

Marlena soon caught up with him and was captivated by the sights of the lush landscape. “Oh my gosh, this is beautiful. Majestic,” she whispered.

Grabbing John’s hand, Marlena knew this was a moment to share in silence. Taking a deep breath, the clean fresh air expanded in her chest and delivered a sensation of peace and tranquility.

John closed his eyes and focused on the serenity of the ambient noises that swirled around him. He heard birds chirping rapidly overhead as a gentle breeze blew across his face and rustled a few leaves at his feet.

Neither of them could recall ever laying eyes on this spot and yet it must have been here all of this time. They stood side by side in complete silence for well over a minute just observing in wonderment.

“How has this place been right under our noses and we’ve never seen it? At least I haven’t. Have you?” asked John.

“Never…,” said Marlena softly. “But it feels familiar. Does that make sense?”

It did indeed. John too had a sense of calming deja vu. It was as if something magical had rained over him making him feel light and clear.

“I remember!” said John as he grabbed Marlena’s hand.

“The carving?” she asked.

“The song. Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered!” he said, full of relief.

When he talks, he is seeking

Words to get off his chest

Horizontally speaking, he’s at his very best

Vexed again, perplexed again

Thank God, I can be oversexed again

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

John and Marlena laughed and danced, enjoying each other and the great outdoors.

“I don’t know Doc; this place is starting to grow on me. It’s something…” began John searching for the right word.

“….Magical,” she said, completing his thought.

John smiled at Marlena in awe with how much he truly adored her. Loving her was like breathing for him, an involuntary reflex.

“Let’s go check out the cabin,” suggested John as he nuzzled into Marlena’s neck.

Marlena spun on her heels to face John and rubbed her nose against his. “You know this cabin like the back of your hand. You want to check out the bed,” she whispered seductively.

She had a point. John had planned to have every form of sex that he could think of this weekend and while a bed would be nice, it wasn’t required.

Marlena’s lips lightly brushed across John’s as she traced his cheek with her fingertips. One of her favorite pastimes was looking deep into his piercing blue eyes and tapping into his soul.

Tugging slightly at the fringe of John’s shirt, Marlena found herself spellbound by his alluring gaze. Completely unaware of how powerful it was, John smiled but knew Marlena was somewhere else.

“Where are you?” John asked as he explored her open mouth and soft lips.

Marlena smiled as she swirled her tongue with his, pulling back only to start over again. “Right now I’m undressing you,” she said as she unzipped his pants and fondled his bulge.

John flinched at the sensation of Marlena stroking his length as she kissed him with passionate aggression. The privacy and seclusion allowed her to live in the moment obeying her deepest sexual desires.

“Now I’m about to push you up against that tree,” she said as she guided him with the force of her kisses. Step by step, John’s back inched toward their destination as he felt Marlena tug eagerly at his pants, revealing his growing erection. “Then I’m going to take advantage of you by giving you the best professional you’ve ever had,” she moaned into his mouth.

“You mean…?” began John as his thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of Marlena dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth.

John didn’t have the chance to resist, not that he ever would. The erotic sensation of Marlena’s warm and wet mouth teasing the head of his throbbing hardon as the great outdoors looked on was a welcomed surprise.

Marlena stroked his shaft with skill and determination as she playfully circled the tip with her tongue glancing up to give John a naughty grin.

“Do you like that?” she asked in a low sultry tone while caressing his balls and deep throating his length.

John was no stranger to good head from Marlena, but this interlude was on a whole new level. It was spontaneous. It was outside. It was dirty and hot. Resting his hand on the back of her head, John pushed his back into the tree to prevent his knees from giving out beneath him.

“Oh Mar…,” stuttered John as he felt the depths of her throat contract around him, sending a wave of euphoria through his veins. “Oh Doc.”

John wasn’t the only one on the receiving end of a great time. Giving him a blow job was extremely erotic and satisfying for Marlena. Relaxing her jaw, she knew the perfect angle to accommodate John’s length without gagging. Although it was Salem’s best kept secret, it was a talent that Marlena was proud of. John was the one and only man that incited her to explore her wildest fantasies. He provided a safe playground to explore all the possibilities that led them to sexual pleasure.

John’s legs shook like boneless limbs beneath him as Marlena sucked him to a near completion. Her unruly curls cascaded to the side of her face as she tilted her head ever so slightly to catch a glance of John’s enraptured expression.

“Doc,” he moaned as he watched her keep a perfect rhythm. Following the pattern of suck, suck, flip; she whipped her long tresses back and forth knowing that it turned him on. She mischievously peeked at him from behind her blonde tendrils as she wrapped her tongue around him.

“Tell me how you like it,” commanded Marlena with hushed authority. There was something deeply gratifying about pleasing John orally. It was the notion that all of his pleasure was in her control as he remained helpless and completely at her disposal. It was also the trust, the core element that made their bond so inexplicably indestructible.

John closed his eyes as a vortex of heady sensations took over him. Marlena could feel the head of his staff throb in the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. She knew his body and could feel his climax rapidly approaching. The feel of his brazen hand resting on the back of her head made her mound throb craving some form of penetration.

“Come with me,” begged John as his defenses weakened. “I want you to touch yourself and let me hear you orgasm while you look at me.”

Trust. Those 5 letters in the correct order made all things possible and scrapped Marlena’s inhibitions. She slid her fingers down her panties and exhaled with relief as John helped by taking a firm grip of his shaft; stroking himself while Marlena continued to suck him to completion.

Oddly, the more turned on she became, the better her blowjob became. It was effortless and fun and not at all resembling a chore the way many wives saw it. She could feel her loins flutter uncontrollably as she began to spew muted purrs of pleasure.

“Oh my gosh!” screamed John as a wave of ecstasy took over him. He could feel a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he looked into Marlena’s face and watched her hazel eyes roll into the back of her head.

Breathless, Marlena collapsed resting her head on John’s lean and muscular thigh. The rush made her light-headed as her body tingled all over.

“I love you,” she whispered as she stroked his leg before trying to regain her balance and stand up.

John grabbed Marlena by the hand and guided her to her feet. Lovingly tucking her hair behind her ear, he shook his head in absolute disbelief. “WOW!” said John at a loss for words. “Amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

“The plan was to make the birds and squirrels blush, right?” she replied full of pride for pleasing her man. Falling into his arms, she rested her head on his shoulder when something caught her eye on the tree beside them. “Honey! Is this your carving?”

And there it was, slightly concealed by overgrown branches. A heart carved around J&M with the month and year that Belle was born. John rubbed his hand across it and smiled. “Well I’ll be damned,” said John full of excitement. He just held his hand in place while grabbing Marlena’s hand with his other.

“What is it honey?” asked Marlena as she peered over his shoulder. She saw their initials in the aged wood. “Did you do this?”

“I did, the very night Belle was born,” he said, thinking back fondly.

“John, that was over…,” began Marlena.

“I know! I know!” he said, brandishing a bashful smile. “A lifetime ago.”

Marlena could tell by John’s posture that something about this carving made him feel 16 again. Like he’d obsessed all day mustering up the courage to put a love letter in a locker. She found it to be sexy and most endearing.

Marlena extended her hand to John. “There is a wonderful story there that I would love to lie next to you and talk about,” she said behind that alluring smile. “Walk with me.”

John and Marlena walked with their arms entwined down a narrow wooded path that led to the steps of the Horton Cabin. Marlena stepped inside and other than all of the modern upgrades, the look and feel was the same as she remembered.

“Oh John, why did we wait so long to come back here?” asked Marlena as she absorbed all of the positive energy flowing through the room.

John walked into the room right behind her and had a visceral reaction immediately. Scanning the interior, John felt a ball of mixed emotions erupt in his gut as he willed himself to remain in the present.

Marlena walked over to the fireplace and rubbed her hand across the mantel taking in the detail of stone placement. “Was this always like this?” she asked.

John now found himself in a world of his own. He didn’t expect returning to the Horton Cabin to have this type of effect on him. Snapping back to the present, John replied, “I don’t remember Doc.” All that he could do was recall one of the most cherished and painful moments of his life; which had worked out in the end, but he couldn’t let it go.

John immediately began unpacking a few bags on the table. He needed to distract himself long enough to shake this feeling of sadness that he thought had gone away. It was only a matter of time before Marlena picked up on it, if she hadn’t already.

“It was a good call having our stuff sent ahead. How about I grill us some steaks and you start the fire, unless you want to grill the steaks which would still lead to a fire,” joked John.

Marlena launched a small pillow from the sofa across the room, which didn’t stand a chance against John’s lightning fast reflexes. He managed to swat the pillow without even taking his eyes off what he was doing at the table.

Marlena stood across the room and watched her great love sink into himself as he pretended that everything was ok. It was at that moment that Marlena had decided to be Mrs. Black and not Dr. Evans. John was an open book and she knew he would purge whatever had taken his inner peace hostage in his own time.

“You didn’t marry me for my cooking,” she said flirtatiously.

John raised his eyebrow and smiled from ear to ear. “And that’s a fact,” he said.

Marlena fell back on the sofa and allowed it to swallow her whole as she sank into the rustic overstuffed cushions. She could feel her body soften as she stretched luxuriously like a lazy Persian cat.

“Ah this feels so good. We haven’t really relaxed since we arrived. Come sit with me,” called out Marlena.

John looked out the window and examined the sky. “I see clouds rolling in. I think we should bring all the wood that we plan to use inside,” he said.

“In a minute. Please come lay with me,” beckoned Marlena. She extended her arm over the back of the sofa offering her hand. “Please.”

John just shook his head and smiled. Damn his brilliant wife. Nothing got past her which had been a blessing and a curse. John abandoned his unnecessary chores and took a seat beside Marlena, releasing a heavy sigh that seemed to offer an ounce of relief.

Marlena brushed his silver temple with the pad of her finger and then guided his head to take refuge on her lap. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her mission was to remind John that she was here and always would be.

John just took comfort in Marlena’s arms and allowed her to roam the halls of his thoughts freely. He’d left all the doors open giving her permission to explore all of the nuances that made him feel this way. He had absolutely no problem with Marlena knowing what haunted him, he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to talk about it.

“I didn’t think it still bothered me,” offered John out of the blue.

Marlena just stroked the side of his face, coaxing subtle clues to his plight one syllable at a time.

“It was in this room and on this sofa that the most magical thing happened to me,” began John. “I never told you this, but all those years ago when I found you here in labor with what we thought was Roman’s baby, it shattered my heart in a million pieces. I wanted Belle to be my baby so bad that I think I willed it. Here I was with the woman I loved more than anything who was about to give birth to a baby that should have been mine. I remember feeling this bond grow even stronger between us with each contraction. I remember holding your hand and feeding you ice. I remember watching Belle’s head emerge and sliding right into my arms. I fell in love with her, and it was the most magical experience. Doc, I KNEW that was my baby girl and yet I had to watch you take her and walk away with him. It was one of the most soul crushing moments I have ever had in my entire life.”

John’s recollection of that day took Marlena’s breath away. In all of the happy years they had shared together, she had no idea this memory haunted him to this magnitude. “Honey, Belle is yours and nothing will ever change that. She is yours,” whispered Marlena who found herself choked up as well. “I have a similar reaction to reliving the day I had to tell you the truth about her paternity. The guilt…,” sighed Marlena.

John sat up and commanded Marlena’s gaze. “Guilt? About what, the affair?” asked John.

“That went away ages ago. I felt guilty that you were cheated out of so many firsts. You didn’t get to feel her kick or talk to her while in my belly. You missed out on months of bonding. I struggled with that, so I know how you feel. It was such a confusing time for all of us,” said Marlena.

John rested his forehead on hers and twirled his fingers around Marlena’s wedding ring. “I don’t EVER want you to feel guilty. Even as Belle’s godfather, you allowed me to spend time with her, so I truly don’t feel like I missed a beat. I just remember the pain of feeling like I lost you both after the helicopter arrived that night. I remember going for a walk in the woods to collect my emotions…,” said John.

“…And carving our initials in that tree. Now seeing it, being here — those wounds have been opened,” said Marlena.

“Which is ridiculous because I got the girl,” said John as he leaned in for a kiss.

“And the baby,” moaned Marlena into his mouth.

John took a deep breath and sighed in relief. He couldn’t understand how something resolved that happened so long ago still bothered him so much. Part of him felt foolish for even allowing the past to get in his head. This was date night and so far, it had gone flawlessly. There was no need to spoil it.

“Remind me to never hold anything back from you. I feel so much better now that I’ve gotten that off my chest,” said John, feeling the burden lifted from his shoulders.

“You got it! Never hold anything back from me,” said Marlena as she waved her finger in John’s face. “And to help you close that door, I have an idea.”

Marlena grabbed John’s hand and led him back outside and in front of another tree. “Take out your knife and carve something new. Something that will make your heart smile the next time we return.”

Marlena left John to ponder the direction of his new carving while she gathered some firewood. The climate had changed dramatically since their walk, and she could smell the rain brewing in the air.

After moments of deliberation, John had made his decision and began to carve away. Paying attention to detail, he took his time and made his dedication nice and big. Stepping away to admire his latest work of art, he started to laugh at himself.

“Doc is going to kill me,” he thought.

Within seconds the rain began to fall as he could see Marlena approaching in the distance. “You were right about the rain,” she said as the large droplets began to patter on her head. “Did you make a new carving?”

John grabbed Marlena by the shoulders and kissed her passionately as the rain began to fall in buckets drenching them to the bone. Taking refuge under the foliage from the trees, John shielded her from the rain holding her so close that he could feel her heart beating next to his.

Nature had set the perfect scene as the wind gathered its momentum and swirled between the trees humming slightly. The branches began to sway back and forth gracefully as if they waved in approval.

Breaking away from a kiss that held a promise of fulfillment, John examined his wife with lust-filled eyes enjoying his view with a smirk.

“What?” asked Marlena, wiping the droplets from his face.

John just looked at her and smiled. “Nothing honey. Let’s go inside and get in front of that fire. I owe you one,” he said. “Not to mention, looking at your nipples through that wet T-shirt is really starting to make my nature rise.”

Marlena looked down at her soaked through white shirt and matching bra that left nothing to the imagination, but she didn’t care. If these woods could talk, they’d have more interesting stories than this.

“Screw it,” she said, removing her top and draping it across a nearby branch. Rubbing her hands up John’s chest, she slowly moved in closer to kiss him more when she noticed his new carving and froze in her tracks “JOHN BLACK! YOU DIDN’T!” she exclaimed with equal proportions of pride and horror.

John had blessed the Horton Cabin with an additional upgrade that Marlena prayed would remain their little secret. While John’s new carving was light-hearted and true, it was also mortifying.

ME BJ’d JB Here

John found it most amusing while Marlena had her reservations. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it was in fact true, and somewhat amusing, provided that it was never discovered.

Deciding to not give a damn, Marlena gave in and jumped into John’s arms, caressing his neck tightly while burying her face into his neck.

“I love you JB,” Marlena whispered. “You know what this reminds me of?”

John spun her around and kissed her softly up and down both sides of her neck. Did he remember? Marlena brushed her hair back as the rain trickled down her face and dripped from her chin.

“I do indeed,” replied John. “Only this time…” he said, kissing her all over, “…we don’t have to stop, and the water is much colder.”

It was in fact colder. Oh how the hot springs would be a delight but there was something about kissing in the frigid rain that had its own sense of romance and allure.

John slipped his hands under Marlena’s lace bra, cupping her hardened nipples as she leaned into his warmth and savored that intimate closeness. She could feel John’s growing erection press against her center. Despite the dropping temperature, things were truly heating up.

All of those painful years of repressed desire and separation had fortified their love, making it strong enough to endure any challenge that came their way. Nothing could ever tear them asunder.

“I absolutely adore you Mrs. Black,” whispered John. “Let’s go inside and get warmer and then hotter.”

Grabbing her hand, John led Marlena out of the muddy woods and onto the covered porch of the cabin. Drenched and soiled, they undressed each other just outside the door leaving their clothing draped over the bench and scurried to a warm shower where they resumed their flirtatious activity.

Marlena felt the hot water cascade down her form suppressing the slight chill to her bones. John joined her snuggling close trying to catch some of the hot water.

“So you are just going to hog the hot water?” asked John as he hugged Marlena tight around her waist.

“I was the one topless in the rain…not to mention you owe me for that eloquent inscription you left behind,” she teased, moving closer to the shower head.

“True…very true,” began John. “But I think I can convince you to share.” Reaching around and groping her inner thighs, John buried his face into the small of Marlena’s neck. She arched her back ever so slightly when she felt John’s growing erection brush between her legs.

Marlena knew John’s tactics better than he did. All it took was a little resistance for him to initiate breaching her every defense. She tensed her body in anticipation of his next touch. She could feel her knees begin to sway under his heavy caress.

John’s hands still lingered between Marlena’s thighs as he slowly spread them apart making room for his throbbing erection to come from behind brushing against her swollen slit.

Marlena placed both of her hands on the shower walls to maintain her balance as she backed into John to feel him grind against her starving loins. He had a playful way of allowing his tip to bump against her clit before sliding in.

“Please don’t tease me now,” she whispered with a sense of want and need. Marlena arched her back and coyly looked over her shoulder. “Put it in. Just the tip. Please…I need you.”

Marlena now found herself bewitched, bothered and bewildered. She couldn’t get enough of John Black. Every moment with him captured her heart and left her completely spellbound.

John made use of the cozy shower as he lifted Marlena’s left leg while cupping her hand with his other; slowly stretching her softness with slow shallow thrusts.

“Like that?” asked John as he aimed directly at her clit.

In a matter of minutes, Marlena had gone from shivering cold to piping hot. She collapsed the side of her face and chest on the tiled shower wall as John began to pound her from behind. Sex in the shower was always a hazard, but when it felt this good, you had to give it a shot.

“We need to move this to the bed but it feels so good,” moaned Marlena. “Please be careful, but don’t stop!”

John turned off the water and crowned Marlena against the steamed shower wall. He nestled his face in the back of her neck slowly gliding in and out loving the sound of her mewls.

“You are almost there. I can feel you,” said John, as he felt Marlena’s walls tighten around him. He loved pleasing her in every possible way. He loved spoiling her with lavish gifts. He loved guarding her heart and he loved satisfying her urges. With one final thrust, he felt her body convulse with her orgasm as he heard her hyperventilate.

Marlena came so hard that she could hardly catch her breath as she softened beneath John’s powerful frame. “You truly take my breath away,” she panted breathlessly. “Now I need you to dry me off and drill me until you fill me with every last drop of you.”

John grabbed the hooded robe hanging just outside of the shower and draped it over Marlena’s shoulders. This was her second orgasm since they had been here, but she truly longed to feel John’s rigid length massage her slick walls. All that she could think about was mounting him and riding him until the sun came up.

Marlena reciprocated in kind by seductively drying John’s body, paying close attention to his ever present erection still standing to attention. She ran her hand down his shaft and felt it flexed by her touch. Sweeping her mouth over his, she moaned into him, “I need more of you. Please.”

John and Marlena wasted no time getting cozy on the rug in front of the fire and picking up on where they had left off. The roaring flames warmed Marlena’s back beckoning her to shed her robe. Straddling John as his back rested against the sofa, she planted her moistening center at the head of his throbbing manhood begging him to breach her entry.

“Remember our deal?” she asked as she dipped down to lick his bottom lip as she raked her nails down his chest and began to grind her hips.

“Refresh my memory,” said John as he slid into her once before removing himself only to tease her.

“Oh don’t do that,” she purred with an acute sense of desire. “You can’t tease me like that.”

“Then remind me,” he commanded as he cupped her breasts and flicked his tongue across her erect nipples. “What do you want me to do baby? I would do anything for the love of you.”

“I need you to do something I have never asked you to do,” she said drunk with passion.

John couldn’t think of anything that he wouldn’t do for this woman. “Anything,” he said looking deep into her eyes.

“I want…I need you to…f*ck me like you did on the plane and like you did on the conference room table,” she uttered as she lifted her hips and slid John into her slick heat. “I know you remember.”

John placed his hands on Marlena’s hips and flexed his pelvis aiming at her spot. “But what about the time in Baton Rouge? Italy? Any of our wedding nights. Hell, last night,” he said as he watched her ride him to glory.

Marlena didn’t care, it could be one or all of them, she just knew that she wanted to feel him inside the pulsating void between her legs with force and determination.

John leaned his forehead against Marlena’s and commanded her direct eye contact. Panting heavily as their lips met, John could taste their shared breath. He could feel her soft skin slide up and down his chest as she swiveled her hips above his.

John could feel himself close to coming and had so much more loving to give. He laid Marlena onto her back, prepared to follow her special request. “Now what did you want me to do again?” he asked, dipping in and out of her box.

She bit her bottom lip in frustration. She didn’t want to ask again. Why was he tormenting her? Why couldn’t he just oblige her simple request instead of making her work for it.

“Don’t make me say it. You know I can’t…,” she said, kissing John intensely as she guided him back inside her. “I need you to do it!”

“Say it!” urged John in hushed tones as he thrusted slightly harder upping the ante.

Marlena’s eyes rolled and her lips parted. John was slowly but surely crumbling her barrier of resistance. She dug her nails into his back sliding her hands down to his tight ass when she felt his thrust a little harder grazing her g spot.

John noticed a faint wave of bliss brush across Marlena’s face as he lifted her leg slightly and sunk into her core again. “Tell me! I want you to let it out, Doc. It’s me he whispered. Just tell me.”

John had finally convinced Marlena to submit. She’d always professed that she would do anything anywhere for the love of John Black. He drilled into her inner walls sweeping across her g spot as she could feel that deep sensation that she had been yearning for.

It was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t want to do it, but somehow, John had wielded his sword arching her back and forcing her into submission.

“F*CK ME! Please!” she screamed in a cry of release. There was nothing left to preserve. She would always be the revered Dr. Marlena Evans, but in the privacy of these woods and in the confinements of her bedroom, she was Mrs. John Black and she would proudly hold dear that secretly, she gave John the best BJ ever.