Chapter Twenty.2

Chapter Twenty.2.

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Chapter Twenty.2

They had Thanksgiving dinner at Daniel’s parents’ house, as usual. Joy had cooked and baked the day before so that they would have their own leftovers for the coming days.  Joy had always agreed to dinner at the Jamison’s as she didn’t want to be selfish with her son; she and Daniel went out of their way to share him freely with his grandparents. Dinner at their house had always been on of those days to look forward to every year.

When they got home that evening, Joy noticed there were a couple of differently wrapped presents under the tree. Upon further inspection, she could see they were from Daniel, for her.

“Are you trying to sneak a peek already?” Daniel asked in a provoking manner.

Joy hit her head up against the bottom of the tree as she must have jumped three feet off the floor. “Geez, Daniel. Scare your wife into a premature heart attack, why don’t you?” Joy scolded as she scooted back from under the tree to find her husband standing over her in lounge pants only. That was one magnificent sight. “I take it Ben fell right off to sleep?” Joy asked as she stood and shook the spruce needles out of her hair.

“Yeah, it’s just you and me blondie. You want to fool around? Right here, by the glow of the tree?” Daniel entreated by circling her waist with his arms and pulling her close for a soft kiss. “We could play ‘mommy kissing Santa Claus’ if you want.”

“Daniel, you dirty bird, you’ll use any excuse to get into my pants these days.” Joy smiled playfully.

“Funny, I never get any real protest from you. Leads me to think you like it as much as I do.” Daniel taunted as he began unbuttoning her blouse. “Oh, black lace; someone was planning early today.” Daniel looked down to see Joy blushing. “You know, it looks so much better if I sit back and let you take off your clothes.” Daniel said as he sat back in the recliner with an expectant look on his face.

As Daniel looked on, Joy finished unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing, letting it slide off her shoulders and down her arms until it dropped to the floor. She unsnapped and unzipped her skirt and let that fall to her ankles, where she used her heel to kick it aside. The view that she left was her pale skin being highlighted by the Christmas tree bulbs in a black lace demi-bra, a very narrow lacy strip of a thong, and a black lace garter holding up her sheer black hose encased in black leather high heels.

Daniel was at a loss for words. He had never seen his wife look sexier. With her long blonde hair flowing down her back and over her arms, she looked better than any lingerie model he’d ever seen.

Joy walked over to him, feeling just a bit nervous. She put one foot up on the chair between Daniel’s  legs and said, “can you help a lady out of her hose?”

Daniel finally found his voice. “Hell no. I’ll help you lose the bra and panties, but those garters, hose, and heels stay on, baby.”

“Have it your way.” Joy said as she unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms to the floor. She daintily slipped the thong down her hips and let that fall to the floor as well. “I think you need to lose some clothes, Daniel.” Joy said as she stood there in all her glory for him to see.

Daniel stood and slipped out of his lounge pants. There had been no underwear, so Joy was treated to the view of his very large engorged cock. Joy signaled for him to sit back down so she could give him head.

“Sorry babe, not tonight. You have me so worked up I would pop like a cork. Why don’t you lay back near the tree?” As they both lay back on the floor, Daniel’s erection brushed Joy’s leg, causing her to shiver with anticipation. Daniel kissed her passionately on the mouth as his hand roamed down to her soaking wet pussy. His mouth soon followed his hand as his tongue delved into her crevice lazily. He ran his hand up her stocking-clad leg and gave her rear a smack that had just enough sting to it to sizzle.

Oh. My. God, thought Joy. How could something so naughty feel so good? Daniel’s tongue on her clit with his finger in her pussy was driving her insane; her legs were shaking with desire.

Before she could come, Daniel stopped the oral sex and replaced her fingers with his cock. At first Joy was poised to protest, but settled back down when he slid his thick penis into her up to the hilt.

“Joy, I want you to concentrate. I want you to stoke your climax so that we can come at the same time. That means you’ve got to control yourself and hold back until I’m ready. Can you do that, baby?” Daniel whispered huskily in her ear.

“Y-yes. You feel so good tonight Daniel. You’re going to drive me out of my mind.”  Joy murmured to him.

“Joy, hon. Look up into my eyes.” When he had her attention, he said, “come for now Joy.”

Staring deeply within Daniel’s lust filled gaze, Joy felt her climax spill over with wave after wave of pleasure. Daniel’s own climax must have been as equally gratifying, as he lay spent beside her.

“That was so intense; I can’t believe how it just keeps getting better and better, Daniel.” Joy said as she looked over at her very handsome husband.

Daniel opened his eyes and met Joy’s. “This does seem to be exceeding even what I have ever known. Just another sign that we were meant to be together, babe. And that garter belt’s are indeed a good thing.” He smiled as he said this, little crinkles forming in the out corners of his eyes.

“Yeah, speaking of which, maybe we should take this and out ‘personal’ belongings upstairs before we get caught under Ben’s Christmas tree.” She sat up and grabbed her clothing and got up to go for a shower. Daniel grabbed his pants and followed.

After they had showered and dressed for bed, they snuggled together in the darkened room. They were both aware that next week preparations began for the trial and life would not be so carefree again soon.

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Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen.

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Chapter Nineteen

Joy’s chosen way to forget about the trial was to immerse herself in the coming holidays. Her childhood memories always had her father working hard through the season. Her Mom had made the best effort she could, but they didn’t have much. It wasn’t until Joy went away on scholarship to college that she saw kids that came from all different backgrounds. She was never ashamed of her humble upbringing, but she’d be lying if she denied envying those who had more.

When she was a junior, she’d been called to the Dean’s office. Her parents had been involved in a head-on collision with a tractor trailer truck. The driver of the truck was found to be at fault as he had been drinking. There was a suitable settlement that would take care of Joy for the rest of her life if she was thrifty. She let the lease on their apartment expire, donated most of her parent’ belongings to charity, and buried herself in her studies.

The following year she met Daniel and she fell head over heels. His parents had taken to her and practically adopted her. He loved her deeply and really had no choice but to marry her. Money hadn’t been an issue while Daniel worked hard to build his practice, and now they had a comfortable living.

Now that they had the means, Joy tended to be a little over the top regarding the holidays, especially since they’d had Ben. It started with Halloween and went clear through to the New Year.

This year Ben wanted to be Bob the Builder. So Joy had spent two weeks putting that outfit together perfectly. As she and Daniel walked him around the neighborhood, they smiled with enjoyment, as Ben’s excitement was contagious.

Joy wanted to decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving this year, as the trial would begin in December. She put out an entire collection of stuffed holiday bears all over the house. She had a tall spruce delivered and set up in the foyer, and a smaller one set up in the family room. She also had bough upon boughs delivered to decorate the banister, the fireplace, and pretty much anyplace she could drape them.

The foyer tree was the fancy tree; all gold and silver ornaments and ribbons. The tree in the family room was decorated with ornaments to enchant a little boy. Joy set up the Christmas train around the tree so that when Ben looked up he would be mesmerized by all the twinkling lights.

Daniel was easy to buy for; the latest electronics never failed to put a smile on his face. Joy had also bought a pretty expensive watch for him and had it engraved with all my love, Joy. She wanted to give him something special that he would have with him every day that would remind him of her and how much she loved him.

Joy had bought a few gifts for Ben, but she and Daniel liked to shop for the majority of his presents together. She was just glad to have a few presents for them both wrapped and under the tree. It made life seem normal.

But life wasn’t normal. This trial was quickly approaching and her apprehension grew every day that it drew closer. Dr. Mayer had really been no help; in fact he was downright squirrely. His single-minded determination that she come clean with Daniel undermined any therapy she was supposed to be getting from the man. She’d break it off entirely if it wouldn’t arouse Daniel’s suspicions. For now, she was stuck with him.

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I wanted to take a break from Omission to thank all of the followers and peopled who have ‘liked’ my posts. This book is very important to me because it will show that you can experience a horrible life occurrence and deal with it and eventually not only get your life back, but get a better life if you work at it.

Please feel free to leave comments or questions and I will be happy to answer them.

Please keep reading; you won’t believe the twists and turns this story will take.

Best wishes,

Melissa L. Snead, RN

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Chapter Eighteen.2

Joy sat with a cup of tea and thought about all she and Deanna had discussed. She felt badly for everything Deanna had been through. She also felt badly for lying to her; she just couldn’t bear the humiliation that would ensue if she shared that detail with anyone. How is anyone going to believe it was rape when she had an orgasm?

Not able to stomach these thoughts any longer, Joy got up and made preparations for dinner. She decided to go for the easy everyone’s favorite; spaghetti. She had a pot of sauce on before she picked up Ben.

When they got home, the house smelled wonderful. Joy looked over as Ben did his homework sheet. He was such an industrious worker; so much like his father. She let him go watch his favorite after-school show while she took a nice hot shower. She had already downed two Xanax for the tension of the afternoon.

She dressed in a blue lace teddy under an old college sweatshirt and jeans. Something interesting for Daniel to find after Ben goes to bed.

Daniel got home and took a shower while Joy cooked the noodles and tossed a salad. They all sat down and discussed their day. Well, maybe Joy left some out; better for all.

Daniel helped Ben with his bath while Joy cleaned up the kitchen. She was just finishing up when she felt Daniel walk up behind her and whispered, “I know you secret.” Whirling around, Joy found Daniel with a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?” Joy asked as her heart was thudding out of her chest.

“Silly, if you don’t want me to know you have some silky confection on under those clothes, then don’t leave the tags in the bathroom wastebasket.” He said with a goofy grin on his face.

“Oh. Yeah. Well now you’ve ruined your surprise.” Joy said in utter relief.

“Hardly, I’ve got a surprise to unwrap. Come on over her.” Daniel took her hand and pulled her up against him.

“Oh, Daniel. I do believe you are getting started before I do.” Joy said with a sly smile as she felt his hardness through their clothes.

He rubbed up against her. “It’s your fault entirely, leaving such damning evidence for me to find. I could hardly make it through Ben’s nightly stories thinking about you. Now, unless you want me to take you on the kitchen floor, I suggest we go upstairs.” He took her hand and pulled her behind him up to their bedroom, where Daniel turned around and grabbed her around the waist and kissed her deeply. “I love you Joy. You have made me so happy. Now make me happier and strip out of those clothes.” He said as he sat on the end of the bed, ready to see what she had on.

“Oh, if you insist, just sit back and enjoy the show.” She pushed Daniel further back so that he was resting on his elbows on the bed. Joy climbed up onto the bed and stood with Daniel between her legs. She slowly peeled the sweatshirt off, revealing the top part of a cerulean blue teddy with spaghetti straps and lace insets. Next she slid her pants down her long, shapely legs, showing a high cut teddy that molded to her bottom. She kicked the pants free and fell to her knees over Daniel. She leaned down slowly and kissed him ever so lightly on the mouth.

That was all the prompting Daniel needed. He sat up enough to pull his tee shirt over his head, and laid back to encourage Joy to take the lead.

Joy was on him immediately, kissing his collar bond, down his chest, and further down his abdomen before Daniel stopped her.

Daniel freed her hair from its clip and fanned her hair out around her shoulders. He kissed her neck while he cupped a breast. He pushed a strap away, exposing her breast, which he took into his mouth.

Joy ran her hands through Daniel’s hair and bent down to kiss deeply from his mouth. She then pushed his pants down and he kicked them free. She lay directly on top of Daniel, as he ran his hand up and under her bottom.

When he reached between her legs, he was surprised to find snaps. Not waiting for an invitation, he popped the snaps, giving him all access. His fingers four her hot and very wet.

She moaned into his mouth as he continued to rub and probe her. “Not so fast, I want to taste you tonight.” Joy said as she slid down Daniel’s body and used her hands and her mouth on his cock.

Daniel was panting from the attention but soon found it too intense and he wanted to pleasure Joy before he reached his climax. He kissed her mouth before moving down between her legs. He used his hands to open her up and licked her at her core. He inserted several fingers into her and then sucked on her clitoris. Joy came with such ferociousness that he was taken aback. He moved back up her body and slid into her silky warmth. They kissed and touched and made love until Daniel came with a loud moan.  They lay their together, spent, sweat drying on their skin.

“Daniel, that was so amazing. Every time I think you’ve done the most pleasurable things to me, you up and surprise me with something new. My orgasm has never been that intense.” Joy said as she brushed the hair off of Daniel’s face. This was more than she had ever hoped for.

“Joy, you have made me so happy. Why do you think it took us this long to figure out how to love each other the way we are meant to?” Daniel stroked her cheek as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

“Well, we’ve already touched on why our sex life was so stunted. And I know having that knife at my throat made me realize just how much I wanted to live; I mean really live. I wanted this with you long before the rape. I’m just sorry it took such a life altering event to make me realize I had to act the get the things I wanted; a happier you, Ben, and me.” Joy’s arm rested on Daniel chest as she spoke, and she played with his chest hair as she talked.

“Are you truly happy now Joy?” Daniel continued to gaze into Joy’s eyes.

“Yes, baby. I am truly one hundred percent happy now, Daniel.”

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Chapter Eighteen

Joy decided to reach out for some reassurance for all the worry and anxiety she was experiencing. She gave Deanna a call and they talked briefly about Joy’s concerns. They decided to get together and talk things through. Joy invited Deanna to come to her house for a home cooked lunch. She was setting out the chicken pot pie she had made just as the doorbell rang.

Joy wiped her hands on a dish towel and quickly took off her apron. She opened the door to find Deanna looking as beautiful as always. She wore a blue blouse that matched her eyes with black slacks and heels.

“Hey Deanna. Come on in; it’s great to see you. Joy said as she smoothed her hands down her lightweight grey wool pants. She wore a three-quarter’s sleeve granite cashmere sweater with them.

“Oh Joy, you look so great. That shade of grey looks great on you. And what smells so wonderful; my stomach is growling already.”

“This fall-like weather had me craving homey food. I hope you like chicken pot pie.” They walked through the foyer as they talked.

“Joy, what a beautiful home you have; I love that staircase.” Deanna slowed to appreciate her surroundings.

“I know. When I saw that staircase I fell in love with the house. Come on back to the kitchen; I’ve got everything put out.” Joy said as she looked up to her staircase, remembering the first time she’d seen it.

As Deanna had a seat at the table, Joy heard her stomach growl for real and both women laughed. “You didn’t have to make a home cooked meal for just me; I usually just live on take-out.”

“I kind of thought that, which is why I wanted to cook for you. I’ve got Perrier with lime to drink, or would you care for something else?” Joy asked, very much the nervous host.

“That sound great. If you’d like, I can dish this out while you get the drinks.” Deanna offered, trying to appear helpful.

As they both sat down and dug into their lunch , Deanna moaned in appreciation.

“Joy, this is absolutely fabulous. I don’t know the last time I have had a ‘real’ home cooked meal.” Deanna ate with zest.

“Oh, I am so glad you like it.” Joy picked at her food.

They continued to eat in a sociable silence, Deanna much to busy to be making any small-talk. Joy busied herself around the kitchen, putting a healthy chuck of the pie in a plastic container for Deanna to take with her. Then she dished out two slices of cherry pie.

“Do you like ice cream on your pie? This pie is just still warm enough to make the ice cream melty.” Joy questioned with her hand on the freezer.

“But of course.” Deanna joked like it was a given conclusion.

As they sat back across from each other, Joy worked up her nerve to broach the subject of the trial.

“Deanna, do you mind if I ask how long it took for you to start to feel ‘normal’ again””

“Well, that’s a complicated question. I was raped by a former boyfriend who wouldn’t accept that I would not stay in an abusive relationship. It was a violent rape, and while he is serving time for it now, I had a hard time with the aftermath and the trial. I suffered with PTSD for over a year, and still three years later I have not had a relationship with another man. So I still fight with my own demons; don’t feel like you are all alone and that  there’s no one who understands you. There are many of us out her and while you didn’t gel with the group, just knowing one other woman, like me, who has experienced a rape helps keep you grounded.” Deanna looked up to Joy with a fierce intensity in her eyes.

“Wow. Deanna. I has no idea you had been through such an ordeal. My own assault feels petty next to what you went through. It may not be much, but I am here for you if you need another friend.” Joy added hesitantly.

“Thanks Joy, but I already consider you a friend and a fellow sister. Right now, though, you need to deal with your own situation and work through you own issues. I’m here for you if you need any help with that.” Deanna said pointedly.

“Deanna, do you mind if I ask about your trial?”

“Not at all; what do you want to know?” She asked as she spooned pie and vanilla ice cream in her mouth.

“How were you treated as a witness? I mean by the defense?” Joy chased one last milk covered cherry around on her plate.

“That’s a really complicated answer. Being raped by an abusive ex-boyfriend, we had a sexual history, and it was fair game, along with all the other aspects of my life. I won’t lie to you, my trial was a nightmare. It is one of the reasons I have trouble letting men into my life still. What part of your trial are you concerned with?” Deanna sat back with her hand on her stomach like a pregnant woman cradling her baby.

“What the defense will try to pull to get that man off. He lied and denied the assault when he was arrested, but before the trial comes the DNA evidence will be back and prove that he raped me. How is he going to explain that? I am worried that I am so nervous about being in this trial that I won’t come off looking like a reliable witness.” Joy felt a film of perspiration all over her body just thinking about what can come out.

“Well, it’s true he will probably lie to try to cast reasonable doubt on your story. But there is so much forensic evidence, this was a stranger encounter, and you had actual physical harm that the jury won’t be easily swayed by his lies.” Deanna examined Joy closely as she spoke.

“But what if the lies are about me, and they make me look so bad that the jury questions my story and my character? What if their doubts about me cause them to disregard the evidence?” Joy busied herself in the kitchen, putting a fourth of the pie in a container for Deanna.

“Joy, is there some part of the story you withheld?” Deanna asked, continuing to closely study Joy.

“No, of course not. I’m just worried about what he will try to use for a defense.” Joy said as she avoided Deanna’s stare.

“Joy, you can’t control everything that is going to happen in that courtroom. All you can do is show up and tell the truth. Then you’ve got the leave the rest in the hands of the prosecutor. It’s his job to discredit the defense’s story.”

“I’m worried about Daniel too. He has never heard the entire story of the rape. We have just gotten to a great place in our marriage; I don’t want all that stuff to change how he looks at me.” Joy had a look of desperation on her face.

“You haven’t told Daniel about the rape yet? I’m surprised he hasn’t asked about it.” Deanna said with a not of incredulity in her voice.

“He tried at first, but I always shut him down. I just couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing those details; it is all so embarrassing and humiliating. After a while, he stopped asking. I love him so much; I don’t want him to have to sit in that courtroom and hear me recount the rape in minutiae.” Joy sat back down looking defeated.

“Joy, if things are as great as you say, hearing about your rape is not going to change how Daniel feels about you. You’ve got to have faith that things will turn out okay.” Deanna said as she reached across the table to grasp Joy’s hand in support.

“Thank you Deanna. Thank you for all your words of encouragement, and thank you for just being my friend.” Joy said as her eyes misted over.

“You don’t have to thank me, but you’re welcome. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need an ear to listen to, or just a shoulder to lean on. That’s what friends are for.” She gave Joy’s had one last squeeze.

Deanna had to leave to get back to work, but left happy with her bounty of leftovers. Joy was thinking about what Deanna had said. It had a lot of merit, and it may have helped if Joy wasn’t sitting on this huge lie that could blow up in so many ways to destroy her life.

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