Kate Gets Marks II

By Ronnie Strong

Kate is exploring what giving in to her irresistible desires means for her and the men in her life. She knew the adjustments would not be easy. Her husband and the other Mark's unpredictable reactions are still surprising. She has to deal with their responses while trying to understand herself and her new life. She needs to find a way of negotiating her abundant desire and yearnings. Her sensuous life is richer than ever, but the challenges are difficult to manage. The changes in her life also bring new and unconsidered possibilities and complications. Everyone involved has to adjust how they think about desire and relationships.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Magenta Books
• Release date: Nov 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310724237

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Kate Gets Marks II

Book Two of the Kate’s Marks series

by Ronnie F Strong

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2015 Ronnie F Strong

All rights reserved

Cover image copyright © Ronnie F Strong

Model: Kate Elizabeth.

Also by Ronnie F Strong

Kate Gets Marks I

Kate Gets Marks I & II

The Laundromat

Contents

1. After

2. Next

3. Rejection

4. Denial

5. Solace

6. Confused

7. Amends

8. Weird

9. Negotiating

10. Loving

11. Happy

12. Three

13. Prahran

14. Edgy

15. Falling

16. Angela

17. Observation

18. Awakening

19. Harmony

20. Friday

21. Four-play

22. Now

1. After

My husband rolled away, snorting his disgust; banishing intimacy from our bed. Until that moment, I thought we were going to be okay. Tears dampened my pillow. I shrivelled, all alone and scared for my marriage.

It had all seemed manageable when I got home this morning, amazed at myself rather than ashamed. After all, Mark had encouraged me to be adventurous and to pursue Mark Two and what I wanted from him. I thought this meant he accepted me doing what I did and that we would be okay afterwards. On reflection, I should have anticipated this delayed reaction. He had seemed all right about it this morning, but a lot had happened in the past days.

We had not spoken during the day, which sometimes happened without either of us intending it that way. Mark Two did not try to call me either and I could not find the time to ring him for a private conversation. I thought it was because we were all busy, but now I was lying next to my husband and he had turned his back on me. An icy chasm fell between our warm bodies. I shrank from it, now truly understanding what the saying about the harsh cold light of day meant.

In that moment, I did not know what to do to help my husband. My deep love for him had not changed. It was as strong and effortless as it ever had been, but something in me had changed. Desire was bursting away inside me, making me rethink what I wanted and needed. When I married Mark and for all the years since I had thought monogamy was natural and right for me. Now I fancied another man and this overwhelming urge to experience closeness with him was not going away. I was not sure how I could even begin to explain my transformation.

I did know this exhilarating love from within was liberating. I wanted to share it with both of the men I desired, not one over the other. The way I thought about love and how it worked had changed for all time. Love added and multiplied; not subtracted and divided. I hoped the two Marks in my life fathomed that neither need miss out. Both of them could have everything that I was able to give them; almost anything at all, within the limits of nicety and decorum of course.

My husband — now so furious — encouraged me to take the first huge step. I was not pretending he pushed me into last night’s wonderful tryst with Mark Two. I had been the one to jump, eyes wide open, with both Marks watching to see where I would land.

I could now see that it was more of a leap for them than for me. My elaborate fantasies hinted at where my intentions and bodily desires were heading. My longings were like a flaming torch burning inside me. Mark Two was both a spark and a hydrant for my scorching lust problem. Ignoring it and trying to abstain was never going to quell this hot fire. Quenching it with an uninhibited flood of passion was the only possible thing left to do.

Eyes open. Desire in overdrive. Thoughts freed. Prohibitions denied. My husband smiling as he opened the door for me to go out to go visit with Mark Two and stay a while. It was easy giving my delighted body to Mark Two after all that steamy preparation.

My body and mind still quivered with the carnal joy of it a day later. My husband knew this and it was hurting him. I had not cheated him in any way, but my having sex with Mark still ate at him. We both knew that yesterday was going to be a life-changing move. Now we were going to have to work out how to respond. We needed to understand what had changed and what had stayed the same since my time with Mark.

I lay there all alone, still unable to bridge the cold gap separating me from my husband. I ran through again what had happened this evening after I got home. I wanted to sit down with my husband and reconnect with him as soon as I could after my extraordinary time last night.

Having two school-age children meant it was not that simple. I needed to make sure they were being looked after before I could have any proper time with Mark. We cleaned up together after dinner and then put the children in their bedrooms for homework and then bed. There were short moments when we might have been able to talk about last night. Neither of us said much at all. We were both waiting for the right time to discuss my night with Mark Two, without being overheard or interrupted.

With everything else done, we finally sat down on the couch together. I turned off the television and took my husband’s hand. He returned my big kiss with a smile and then told me to get on with telling my story. I recapped what I told Mark this morning about what had been going through my mind when I arrived in the hotel’s carpark. I painted the mood I was in when I walked towards reception where Mark waited. I remembered that surge of determination and excitement that had me prepared for anything.

Mark watched and listened to my every word. It was easier for both of us with him focusing on my mouth shifting with each syllable. It was harder to talk about what I was feeling and doing when his gaze shifted upwards to my eyes. Knowing how much detail to go into was challenging too. I got a bit of an idea from his breathing and the tightness of his grip on my hand. I gave him a short sample of how much I wanted Mark to make love to me without him tensing. He said he wanted me to tell him everything; well okay then.

Thinking about how to continue I mentioned I had taken along my rope. Mark whooped with surprise and pulled me up from the couch, imploring me to tell him the rest of my story in bed. As soon as he said that I realised where he thought this conversation was leading. I needed to nip that right away to avoid any misunderstanding.

No sex honey, please! I am sorry! After last night and this morning, I really need to get some sleep. I want to tell you all about last night, but then I need to get some rest. Okay?

Mark was already undressed before I finished speaking and staring at my partially undressed body. It took me a lot longer to get out of my work things and put them away. I had not been sure how Mark was going to react. Looking back, I should have realised he would get amorous and want to have sex, even though we had already done that in the morning. I was too tired and unsettled to feel the slightest bit interested in making love with him again today. Tomorrow night maybe I was thinking, but not now.

We lay naked on our backs under the sheets and doona holding hands. Once again, I checked with Mark how much I should tell him, squeezing on his hand to let him know I was hesitant still. Everything, he said. Despite my lingering concern for his feelings, I had to accept him at his word. What I had done had sunk in for me and I knew I wanted more. I hoped Mark would understand when he had listened to what he needed to know, whatever that was exactly. Now was the time to find out.

I wanted him inside me so much Mark, but I did not feel guilty. Having your permission made me feel invulnerable, as if I could do no wrong being completely bad. I wanted to be bad in a good way; not leave anything undone, if you know what I mean?

I was hoping that saying that first might prepare him for the part of my story that was going to be difficult to explain. Then I spluttered it out, without telling him about anything else that we did before that. I had anal sex with him Mark! I was so turned on, it just happened. I thought you might be proud of me for letting go like that! I hope you are okay about it. We can do it one day too if you want! One day soon, okay?

I was watching his face go stony as I told him this. He stopped breathing and squeezed my hand hard. Then he released it quickly and took a deep breath. Tell me what happened when you first got in bed, he said. His voice was a little cold and flatter. I squirmed as his hand went between my legs. I guessed he wanted to feel if I was wet or not. I was not at all interested of course, but I resisted pushing his hand away for the moment.

I had to help him put a condom on. I told him to fuck me hard. I know I usually do not use that word, but I think I did then. I did not let him touch my breasts at first. He ejaculated almost straightaway when I did let him. It was nice when that happened inside me.

I paused for a moment, certain that Mark would want to ask me something about it and he did. What did it feel like, having another man, another man’s penis, inside you? Did it feel different?

I looked at him, wondering how to begin to answer. Before I could even try, his real question came out. Are you bored with me; do you want him now instead of me?

I grabbed Mark’s hand from between my legs, lifted it to my lips, and kept kissing his fingers as I spoke. He did not satisfy me at first, but he did later on. Yes. Of course it felt different, but not because of his penis. It was not my husband inside me. That was big for me. He did things differently to you, probably mostly because being with me was new for him too. He likes me and he wanted to please me. He did not know how to do that as well as you do to begin with. But he got there, with some solid encouragement from me.

I had changed from being a bit defensive to being a little defiant, even as I kissed my husband’s hand. My words washed over and surprised us both. I had thrown in enough subtle size and hardness references to distract Mark, and I knew it. I was not being cruel. I just was not interested in being part of a dick-waving contest. I had not stopped loving my husband though and I wanted to give him some reassurance too.

Like I told you this morning, I still love you Mark, I do not love you any less; in fact, I am sure that I love you even more now. You really are number one for me. I love making love with you. You are my first love and nothing will change that. Not Mark Two. Not fucking with Mark Two. Not Mark Two’s penis. Not Mark Two’s anything. I will love you all my life. I will keep wanting to make love with you too, okay! I want you in my life always; nothing outside us can ever change that.

My husband looked at me, smiled, and said only one word in reply. But? I recognised at once that he was being clever and playing on words. I kissed his hand some more before answering.

"Also like I told you this morning, having sex with Mark was wonderful. I want to make love with him again, if he wants that too. I hope he does because I would like to have a relationship with him involving regular sex, if