Twice she woke up in the night. The first time, it was replaying the memory, his words, his style, and his approach. It was all overwhelming. She found the thoughts so arousing she had to touch herself.  She had to bring herself a small amount of what he did earlier. And after a powerful self-induced orgasm, she faded back to sleep.

The second time she woke up, it was after a dream where her husband walked in on her and his dad.  She couldn't remember the details.  But, he cried.  And she felt HORRIBLE.  Even awake, her heart ached. What was she doing?  How could she do this to the man she loves while he is off serving our country?  And with his dad?!?

She couldn't take it anymore. She knew she had to put an end it. She got up, put on a robe, and went downstairs. She sat at the kitchen table and thought about Mark, her sweet, sweet husband. She will get to Skype with him tomorrow night.  Maybe she should tell him. But what a terrible conversation to have to have. Especially with him in a near-war zone thousands of miles away.  She would have to wait to tell him.  Together, they could work through this.  It would initially hurt, but surely he knows his dad and would understand.

The next day, she spent the day at work, her mind elsewhere. She got through the day and was able to focus on her job. She had to talk to Mark tonight. It was eating at her. But first, she had to get through dinner with Jack. She hated that he came over so often for dinner, but Mark insisted. He missed his dad and wanted to make sure he wasn't lonely.  "Well," she thought, "he certainly isn't lonely."  

When he arrived for dinner, he let himself in.  Rachel was in the kitchen finishing up dinner when he walked in behind her. She had heard him come in but was still surprised when he put his hands on her hips from behind and pushed her against the counter.

"There you are," he whispered in her ear. "We can skip dinner if you want. I've had such a hard day at work, and all I can think about is how much I want to fuck my little slut for dessert."

"Jack, I," she paused, feeling him getting hard against her, "I can't do this anymore.  I feel horrible about hiding anything from Mark.  I think tonight, when he and I Skype, I will be honest with him."  She waited, afraid of his response.

"Well, well, well," he replied, sliding his hands down her body, cupping her ass in his hands. "And here I thought you were enjoying our little secret. I guess I was wrong." He squeezed her ass roughly, forcing her to yelp in pain. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You're still mine, and you always will be." He turned her around, pushing her back against the counter and sliding her robe off her shoulders. "Now, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for daddy's homecoming? You know what I like, don't you?" He growled, reaching down and unfastening his pants, releasing his cock to stand free. "You can make it a special welcome home for him."

"Please, Jack," she pleaded, "I can't. Please understand."

He smiled, his eyes glinting with lust. "Understand? Honey, I don't have to understand. You're my little toy, and I can play with you however I want." He reached around, undoing her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples already hard from the tension between them. He leaned in, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while he slid one hand down her stomach, parting her folds. "But," he continued, his voice a low growl, "if you insist on doing the right thing, then you go right ahead and tell your precious Mark. Just remember, you're mine, and you always will be. No matter what."

And with that, he turned, grabbed his keys, and left. She felt the cool air on her nipple where his mouth had been and reached down to cover up.  She could do this, she kept telling herself.

When she finally got on Skype with Mark, her heart was pounding. She couldn't wait to tell him. She had to get it out. "Hey, hon," she said, trying to sound light and casual.

"Hey, babe," Mark replied, his smile fading when he noticed the look on her face. "What's wrong? You don't look so good."

"I...I need to tell you something," she said, taking a deep breath. "It's about Jack."

Mark's eyes widened. "What about him?"

"He...he's been coming over a lot, and I...I..." She trailed off, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. "I've been feeling...uncomfortable with it. And I think...I think he's been taking advantage of your kindness."

Mark's face turned pale. "What do you mean?"

"I...I can't explain it. But I think...I think we need to be careful, and maybe limit the time he spends here. And maybe we should ask him to stop coming over so much."

Mark was silent for a long moment. "Rachel," he said, his voice shaky. "I...I need you to be honest with me. Is there something more going on here? Something you haven't told me?"

Rachel took a deep breath. "Yes, Mark. There is." She hesitated, fighting back tears. "Since the moment you left, Jack pressured me for sex... and I finally gave in.  I am so sorry."

Mark's eyes widened in shock. She saw him look away from the camera. The look of hurt and anger in his eyes. "Damn it, dad!! Again?  Rachel, I... I don't know what to say. You didn't have to do that."

"Wait...." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "What do you mean, again?"

Mark's voice was tight with anger. "Rachel, I... let's just say it wasn't the first time, ok? My dad seems to enjoy targeting my girlfriends and now my wife."

Rachel felt her stomach drop. "What do you mean?" she whispered. "You knew about this? You knew he would try to seduce me?  Why didn't you warn me?"

"I... I thought I could protect you," Mark replied, his voice strained. "I didn't want to make it worse by making you paranoid or anything. I just... I thought you could handle it. And I thought maybe because we were married, he wouldn't cross that line with you. But I guess I was being naive. I should have warned you."

"Oh, Mark," Rachel whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just so scared and confused. I wish I had known."

Mark took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "It's not your fault, Rachel. It's my father's fault. It was his fault and mine for not putting a stop to this years ago. I should have been stronger. I should have been more protective of you." He paused, looking at her with a mixture of anger and sadness. "But you know what? We'll get through this together. We'll find a way to make it work, no matter what he tries to do."

"So what do I do now?  We have months until you come home and it doesn't sound like he is going to suddenly change."

Mark took a moment to respond. "I don't know, babe. Maybe we should consider... I don't know, counseling or something? Maybe there's something we can do to help you feel more comfortable until I'm there with you."

"Mark, I am just so glad you aren't mad at me. Yes, I am totally open to therapy. But I worry. If he stops by tonight,  I will try to say no, but I don't know how that will go."

"You're not going to let him in, okay? I wish I could be there for you, even for a phone call. But I am out in the desert 90% of the time. Just focus on taking care of yourself and being strong, okay?"

"Mark, you gave him a key..." Her voice trailed off.

"What?" Mark said, confusion clear in his voice.

"He has your key to our house. He is just going to let himself in.  Just promise me... no matter what... you will still love me."

Mark was silent for a moment. "I... I don't know what to say, Rachel. I mean, of course, I'll still love you. You're my wife, and I love you more than anything in the world. But this isn't fair to you, and I need you to understand that. I'm sorry I forgot about the key, and I'm sorry he has it. I know this isn't what you want. But I also know, from past girlfriends, he is really convincing. Just try, ok babe?"

"Of course I will. I love you.  I don't want anything to get between us," Rachel responded with tears welling up in her eyes.

The next few weeks were a struggle for Rachel. Each time she heard the doorbell or knock, she tensed, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation. But fortunately, her father-in-law seemed to stay away. She tried her best to focus on her job, her friends, and her new life as a married woman.

At work one afternoon, she got a text from her father-in-law. All it said was, "It's time." Confused and nervous, Rachel chose to ignore it. But about an hour later, another text came through: " I'm coming over tonight around 10. Wear something I would approve of."

Rachel felt panic rise up in her throat. She quickly texted Mark, telling him what had happened. His reply was short and reassuring, "I'll be back to base early tonight. We can jump on Skype. Stay strong, babe. You can do this." She knew he was right, but that didn't make the waiting any easier.

On Skype that night, Mark was sweet and kind.  He flirted and teased her, telling him how much he missed her body.  At one point, he looked around the room he was in, then said."Rach, quick, flash the camera, please. I miss them so bad."

Rachel took a moment to compose herself, then obliged. Looking into the camera, she quickly lifted her shirt and bra, her breasts falling out to his view. He gasped dramatically and then said, "Oh, Rachel. You look so good. You're so beautiful." She smiled at his praise, feeling a little better.

"I would jerk," he whispered into the camera, "but there are guys around.  Some of them do it still with their wives, but it feels funny to me."

"They can't see me, can they?" she asked, feeling both afraid and slightly aroused at the idea.

"No, no, it's fine. I promise," Mark assured her, his voice a little shaky. "You're so beautiful, Rach. I miss you so much."

"Do you need to go... you know.  Take care of things?" she teased.

Mark laughed. "Oh, you are a little minx tonight, aren't you? But no, no need to rush off. I'm just sitting here in the desert, all alone. You're the only one I want to see right now."

"Hold on.  Let me put on my special outfit for you. brb"

Rachel got off the computer and hurried to the bedroom. She quickly changed into a black lace bra and panties set. It was one of the more provocative outfits she owned, but she felt safe wearing it for Mark. She switched to Skype on her phone and climbed back onto the bed, lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand. "Ok, I'm back. What do you want me to do now?" she asked, trying to keep her voice playful.

Mark's eyes widened as he saw her. "Oh, wow," he breathed. "You look incredible, Rachel. I knew you would." He took a deep breath and then said, "Ok, well, I want you to... to touch yourself for me. Show me how much you miss me."

Rachel hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this. But then she remembered his words earlier, about not wanting to be alone.  Taking a deep breath, she reached down and began to caress herself through her panties. Her fingers were shaking slightly, but she tried to pretend it was from arousal.

"That's it, Rachel. Show me how much you miss me," Mark whispered, his voice low and husky. "Touch yourself like you're touching me." His words only served to heighten her nervousness, but also made her more aroused. She moved her fingers faster, feeling herself growing wetter with each stroke.

As Rachel started to get more into it, she saw movement behind Mark. There was someone hiding behind him watching.  Initially, she started to say something, but then she thought about how little privacy Mark and his fellow soldiers get and didn't want to spoil his fun.  She acted as if no one was there.  But, as she did... the thought of someone else seeing this heightened her arousal.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt herself getting closer. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations, on the feel of her fingers against her skin. She could hear Mark moaning softly on the other end of the line, encouraging her. "Oh, Rachel... you're so beautiful... show me how much you miss me." His words sent a shiver down her spine.

As she neared her climax, she glanced behind Mark again and caught sight of the person who had been watching. It was a black soldier.  It hadn't occurred to her that the person could be black. They exchanged a look, and for a moment, Rachel felt a rush of heat course through her body. She was no longer just performing for Mark; she was doing it for the extra eyes on her.

Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt the orgasm building inside her. She couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming, how good it felt to know that someone else was watching. Mark's encouragements grew more urgent, more desperate, and she could see him arm moving, knowing he was pleasuring himself.  She could also see the arm of her admirer moving and realized he was doing the same.

Suddenly that image tripped a switch in her brain.  Her orgasm was fast fast and strong, filling her from head to toe with pleasure.

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried out, her body arching as she came. Her fingers tightened around her aching core, milking the orgasm for all it was worth. She could feel her juices running down her thighs, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the sensation coursing through her body.

As her orgasm subsided, she glanced back at Mark, watching him as he came as well. His chest heaved, his eyes closed tightly, and his face contorted in pleasure. She could no longer see her dark admirer in the background.

Rachel leaned forward, her cheek resting on her hand, and breathed heavily. "God, that was... intense," she managed to say. Her fingers trembled as she wiped the sticky liquid from her hand and stomach.

"Baby, that was amazing!  I cant believe we did that!  You are so hot, thank you!" her husband gushed. "Hey, I hate to say it, but someone else needs to use the computer. But, be firm with my dad, I am sure it will be fine.  And thank you!  I needed that, bad!" and just like that, he was gone.

Rachel felt a little guilty about that, but she knew he was right. It wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong. And, honestly, it had been incredibly arousing to know that someone else was watching. She shivered, remembering the look in the black soldier's eyes as he'd watched them both. There was something so... forbidden about it.  And it certainly heightened her orgasm.  As she lay there replaying the conversation, sleep overcame her.

Rachel wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. But a sound in her room woke her up.  In her confused state, she realized it was her Jack, her father-in-law at the foot of the bed, undressing.He looked up and said, "Good girl!" before she realized she was still in the bra and panty set she had worn for her husband.

"Jack," she said groggily. He smiled at her, clearly enjoying the view. "You shouldn't be here.  We can't do this anymore."

He chuckled softly, "Oh, I know, I know. But, come on, Rachel, you know you like it." He climbed into the bed beside her, his muscular frame towering over her. He reached down and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You're so beautiful, Rachel. I can't help but want you."

Sliding up next to her, his erection pushing against her hip, he asked, "So did you talk to Mark?"

Rachel nodded, her heart racing. "Yes."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "And...?"

"He said to be firm with you. To tell you to stop," she said nervously.

"Did he tell you I fucked every girl he has ever had?"

"No..." Rachel answered, not sure how to react.

"Everyone of them.  And he never broke up with any of them over it.  He knows he isn't enough for a real woman." Jack's hand slid down her body, tracing circles around her nipple. "And you are definitely a real woman.  I can see it in your eyes. The way you move... God, the way you... respond. So he had to know from day one, that you were going to spread your legs for me.  It was just a matter of time. Plus," he paused, thinking, "I think part of him likes it. Tell me, after you guys talked about it, did he want to play around on the computer with you?"

"Yes..." Rachel admitted. "He... he did."

Jack smiled, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "I thought so." He rolled on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. "And do you know why?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Because he knows you're a freak. And he wants to see you enjoy yourself. He wants to know that someone else out there is getting what he can't give you."

Rachel closed her eyes, feeling the heat rise to her face. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, despite her embarrassment. "Jack, please don't..." she murmured.

He chuckled softly, his weight bearing down on her. "Oh, I intend to, sweetheart. I intend to give you what you want, and what you need." His hand slid down between them, finding her folds already wet and ready. He thrust two fingers inside her, curling them as he began to pump her roughly.

Rachel arched her back, moaning as he filled her, his grip on her hips steady and sure. She couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her body as he made love to her. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice strained. "I can't... I can't do this anymore."

He smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, you can, and you will. You know you want it. You need it." He withdrew his fingers, only to thrust them back inside her, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. "Let go, Rachel. Give in to it. Give in to me."

Rachel closed her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he took her over the edge once again. She felt herself tightening around his fingers, the pleasure building.

"You know that Becky girl? The one Mark was engaged to?  He used to watch me fuck her while he jerked off.  Weirdest thing, cuz sometimes after he would cum everywhere he would cry. Stupid.  She loved him. But was just fucking me.  I think he knows he blew it, which is why he isn't going to freak out about this, Rachel.  Mark knows we are going to fuck tonight and he liked it."

Rachel's breath caught in her throat as Jack spoke, she could picture Mark watching and masturbating. In this moment, it seemed erotic, even as she knew how wrong it was. Jack's fingers continued to move inside her, his touch so expert that she couldn't help but arch her back and moan.

"That's what I thought," Jack said. "Get on your knees, Rachel. I wanna pound that big married pussy of yours."

Rachel hesitated for a moment, glancing at the door hoping by some miracle that Mark would walk in, before moving to obey him. As she knelt facing away from him, her heart racing, she could feel the wetness between her legs and the desire coursing through her. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. She looked back as he got on his knees behind her and saw his erection.  It was larger than Mark's and both he and Mark must know that.

Jack grabbed her hips roughly, positioning himself at her entrance. "You're so fucking wet. I love how loose you are," he growled, and then he was pushing inside her. The feeling of him filling her was overwhelming, and she moaned, arching her back. He began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass, and she could feel herself becoming aroused despite the guilt and the knowledge that this was wrong.

As he fucked her, Jack whispered dirty words in her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how much she was enjoying it, calling her names. It was true; she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her body as he took her roughly. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, the tension building inside her.

She was feeling a mixture of shame and desire. This was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting more. She reached behind her, finding his hair and pulling him closer, feeling the strength in his body as he thrust deeper inside her.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jack growled, his hips moving faster. "You're such a slut, Rachel. You're my slut now." He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp. "And you like it, don't you?"

Rachel gasped as she felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her, her body tensing and her nails digging into Jack's shoulders. He thrust deeper, his hips slamming against her as he released himself inside her. She felt his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up.

As he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, she couldn't help but wonder how this had happened. How had she let this go so far again so fast? The guilt was almost unbearable. But then, she felt him move, his hand reaching between their bodies, rubbing her clit, and the desire coursed through her again.

"That's it, Rachel," he murmured in her ear. "Give it all to me." She arched her back, pressing herself against his hand, feeling the pleasure building within her again. She couldn't deny that she wanted more. She wanted him to keep going, to keep fucking her until she couldn't feel anything but this.

Jack's hips began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. The friction was exquisite, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He groaned, his breath hot against her neck, his hips thrusting harder. "Mark married a good one. You were made to be fucked!"

The feeling of being claimed by him was overwhelming.  Jack's touch was demanding, possessive, and she loved it. As he flipped her onto her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her nails dug into his back as he took her roughly, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. "Take you bra off so I can watch your fat tits bounce!"

Rachel hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He groaned, his eyes locked on her chest as he continued to fuck her. His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly. She arched her back, moaning as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. The sensation was almost too much to bear. "Your tits are so hot! You should be showing these big girls off all the time.  Hell, I bet Mark's army buddies would love to see them."

The mention of Mark's army buddies made her mind flash back to earlier that night.  The black man watching as she got herself off for her husband.  Would he want to see them like this? Shaking, jiggling, bouncing.

She moaned as Jack continued to fuck her, his hands never leaving her breasts. His thrusts became more forceful, more urgent. "I love how easy your cunt handles my cock. I can't believe how good you feel." He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you want me to cum inside you again?"

Rachel didn't know what to say. She wanted him to keep going, but she couldn't bring herself to speak the words. Instead, she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. Jack smiled against her neck, his hips thrusting harder, faster. "Oh fuck yeah," he growled. "You want me to fill you up again? What if I fuck a baby into that married cunt?"

His words were harsh, but they only made her want him more. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands, her hips moving in rhythm with his. The sensation of being so close to orgasm was overwhelming, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. "Please, Jack," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "Please..."

He growled in response, his hips slamming against her, his cock thrusting deep inside her. His fingers dug into her breasts, and she cried out, her body shuddering as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She felt him pulsing inside her, felt his seed spilling into her again, and as he collapsed on top of her, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done. What they had done. For a minute, her lust had overcome her guilt... but before it could come crashing back in... she drifted to sleep with Jack still in her.