Brenda quickly closed and locked the door, and hurriedly returned to her aching husband. She desperately tried to free him from the taped bonds, but her shaking hands provided little cooperation. In exasperation, she fetched a steak knife from the kitchen, returning to free Mitch’s hands. Once again, the waterfall of tears was renewed as she watched Mitch writhe in pain. “Are you okay,” she asked after sawing through the tape at his ribs.
Mitch assured her that he would be fine, lying, as he watched Brenda free his ankles. He was more worried about her than himself at this point. He wanted to ask her, but he was afraid of her reaction. She seemed to be coping okay as she fetched ice for his swollen face. She placed the cold bag over his entire face, blocking his view of Brenda. He allowed her to help him from the chair and onto the sofa, carefully placing pillows so he could rest comfortably. She even fed him several pain killers to ease the hurt, and let him recover peacefully.
It didn’t take long for the medication to take effect, making Mitch woozy and delirious. The only thing Mitch could think about, was watching Brenda give three total strangers blowjobs. The image of Vito’s spunk flying through the air, and landing all over her face was very intoxicating for Mitch. The entire scene replayed itself over and over again as Mitch drifted off to a fitful sleep.
Brenda sat by diligently, watching Mitch, making sure he was still breathing, and that he would be okay. Satisfied that he would survive, Brenda began the task of cleaning up the mess the collectors had made. She had been on autopilot the whole time, busying herself, and keeping busy… Until … She picked up her wedding photograph. She cleared the broken glass from the frame, and as she brushed the slivers from the photographic paper, she began to weep in earnest. Everything had finally settled in. She knew her marriage would never be the same again.
As Brenda recalled the torrid events, she began to realize, she actually enjoyed being at their mercy. In the back of her mind, and at the bottom of her sperm-filled stomach, Brenda had to admit, she was enthralled with the massive man-meat she had mastered earlier. She knew it was wrong, as she continued crying over the picture. Mitch just simply didn’t measure up! Brenda knew, no matter how hard she could try, she would never forget. To make matters worse, she knew that she would always have something to compare Mitch to, and she would always want more.
Mitch had always treated her nice, with respect and dignity; but when the brutes called her ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, Brenda actually tingled with excitement. Some of her best sex was with past, abusive boyfriends. Brenda actually missed some of that ‘wild’, ‘raw’, uninhibited, lust-filled, pussy-pounding sex that would leave her panting for several hours. But she loved Mitch … or, so she thought.
Brenda needed to talk about this to Mitch. She knew that if she talked about it, she could clear her mind. One more look at the picture convinced her that she couldn’t hurt him any more than he already was. She would wait. She wouldn’t say anything about what happened, until he was ready to talk. She would just lock her emotions away for now, and be strong for her husband. She reminded herself of the vows she took, “for better, or for worse.”
She finished cleaning, and headed upstairs to shower and clean herself off. Brenda felt as if her problems were caked on her like dried mud, weighing her down. As she showered and cleaned herself, Brenda could feel the shame and guilt rinse off and go down the drain. She was feeling better, the longer she remained in the shower.
Mitch had since awoken. He heard Brenda upstairs in the shower. He could feel the pain of sore muscles setting in, and knew his face mimicked how his body truly felt. He pried himself from the sofa and limped up the stairs, plopping himself down on the queen-sized bed. He listened to Brenda in the shower, trying hard to convince himself to talk to her about what happened earlier. He wanted to tell her he loved her, despite the fact that she eagerly blew three strangers. He knew she did it to keep him alive. He could put it behind him. He hoped she could too. The longer Mitch listened to the running water, the more Mitch began questioning whether he should approach the subject. He finally convinced himself that she was probably pissed at him, and hated him for what he got her into. He opted to not say anything until Brenda was ready to talk.
Brenda finally walked into the room, surprised to see Mitch lying on the bed, staring at her naked body. Reflexively, Brenda covered up, hiding her nakedness from her husband for the first time since they met. She wasn’t sure why she had done that, but she reached for her robe and wrapped it around her damp body quickly.
Mitch misunderstood her reaction, and resolved to not discuss anything. He thanked Brenda for helping him, and rolled onto his good ribs, trying to go back to sleep.
Brenda thought briefly about what just happened, and figured that she was smart, not to discuss her feelings with Mitch until he was ready to talk.
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