Forever More
Part 2 - Faith
Chapter Twenty Five
The December following Treage’s birth Jon and Paula and their family spent a week with Scott and Rebecca in Michigan as they had done nearly every year since their friends had been married. This was their usual holiday time together.
The two women had taken off for Detroit to go Christmas shopping early one morning. Scott and Jon were left with a house full of kids to watch. Besides the two babies, Treage being six months at the time, Jon’s and Paula’s youngest, Jacob ten months, they had Jon’s older two, Kellie, now seven and Matthew five years. Sarah had turned four the summer before. Ethan and Kyle were also home from school for winter break. The older being fifteen, the latter thirteen. Add to that a few more teenage boys who came and went at various times and it made for a very loud chaotic day. Jon and Scott had tried to sit down to watch a football game on television but with all the constant interruptions they were getting quite irritated.
All they wanted to do was sit in peace and watch the game, kick back a few beers and enjoy the day. But instead their wives, in their mind, had abandoned them and with a house full of screaming unruly kids.
About four o’clock in the afternoon it was quite clear that neither Jon nor Scott could put off the inevitability of changing two diapers that they had been trying to avoid in the hopes that Paula and Becky would be home soon and take care of the matter, not that either one of them hadn’t changed their fair share in the last few years.
Finally they knew they had no choice since they had two pretty cranky little boys on their hands and that was definitely the problem. Scott and Jon both sat on the floor with a baby sprawled out in front of them. Scott by far had gotten the worst end of the deal.
Jon looked over, "What the hell are we doing?"
Scott raised his head. It was quite obvious to him.
"No, I mean just look at us. We have been reduced to babysitting and changing shitty diapers while our wives are out running all over god knows where having a wonderful time and spending our money."
Right about then Scott had to agree. This was ridiculous. It was the general consensus that when those girls finally did decide to show up and take these kids off their hands they would say "see ya" and go do some male bonding of their own.
When Rebecca and Paula did drive in about two hours later they were met with two pretty put out husbands who related various horror stories of the day, let them know in no uncertain terms that they did not think they should have to baby-sit while they were off having a good time and informed them that they were leaving.
Only mildly annoyed at the time, after having had a wonderful day with her friend, Rebecca reminded them that they were their children and therefore they were not in fact babysitting.
But the guys took off and Rebecca and Paula set about to clean up the disaster that had taken place in the few hours that they had been gone.
Rebecca was lying on the sofa in the living room where she had been for the last several hours stewing over the fact that Jon and Scott had not come home yet. She focused on the clock, a little after four in the morning. When she did finally hear the car pull into the garage she was already sitting up and ready for a confrontation.
It didn’t go well, What was she expecting? Jon took off to the downstairs’ bedroom where it was safe and left Scott upstairs to fend for himself.
Their night out had consisted no more than hitting a few local bars, shooting some pool and having breakfast. Several words were flying loudly about as Scott tried to get across that they were entitled to go out just as the women had. Becky on the other hand was very angry that while the men knew where they were, they had not afforded their wives the same courtesy. Besides, it was quite obvious that he had over indulged just a touch by the slight draw that she detected when he spoke. His southern influence became evident when he was too tired or had been drinking.
Rebecca took off upstairs and Scott took to the sofa again.
Late the next morning Rebecca and Paula sat in the kitchen enjoying coffee and visiting while Jon slept late and Scott tossed and turned on the sofa, yelling once in a while for children to shut-up or turn the television down. Rebecca told him once to get up and go upstairs but he would be damned if he would give her the satisfaction. He would rather lie there and be miserable before he did that.
Finally Jon rolled around and joined his wife and Becky in the kitchen. He sat and talked awhile until Scott finally gave up and came dragging out to pour himself a cup of coffee.
Responding to his wife’s cheerful inquiry into his good night’s rest he gave her a sneer and sat down to nurse his hot cup of coffee.
By now the girls were in a pretty good mood. Scott pointed out that Jon’s wife had not given him the least bit of flack about being out all night and Jon referred to his sleep being delayed by the show that was being put on upstairs.
The girls had a plan. Since it was quite clear to them that the guys were the ones in error they would have to pay the price, that being that they had to take them out that evening. Scott didn’t think that sounded too unfair, but then Rebecca added a movie, girls choice.
Both Jon and Scott let out a groan. That could only mean one thing. They had to sit through some chick flick where there would be a lot of talk about relationships and probably a lot of crying. As far as they were concerned this was a guy weekend.
"Well, too bad." Becky laughed as she refilled her husband’s cup, "You guys are gonna go and like it."
Becky lined up a babysitter and by seven that evening the four of them were on their way to Lansing for a night out.
Scott had to admit that the movie wasn’t that bad. Afterwards they had a late dinner. During the whole evening Rebecca kept taking jabs at him about how she was still angry about the night before and how he was having to pay the price for his indiscretions. She let him know that he was still very much in trouble but if he played his hand right she might be persuaded to let him off the hook. He saw through the whole game.
As they exited the restaurant they were still throwing good natured insults back and forth, however, some were getting down right nasty.
Finally nearing the car Scott stopped her, "When are you gonna stop pretending that you’re mad at me?"
Rebecca just looked at him.
He continued, "Its obvious to me that your not."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow.
"Nope, in fact, I think you have something else totally on your mind than making me pay for not coming home."
"Oh, your gonna pay all right."
"I have no doubt, and I think I’ll enjoy it." He started to turn on that sexy charming tone that made her spine tingle.
Rebecca smiled slyly, "I think you’re on the wrong track."
"Oh am I? I don’t think so. If you were so mad at me you wouldn’t be wearing that."
It was true. When Becky had first come downstairs after getting dressed that night Scott had to look twice. Most recently he had only seen his wife in sweats. She was too busy with the baby to spend much time on herself. She hadn’t even dressed up for church on Sunday opting for slacks and a blouse. Until she stood before him now he was not even aware how much she had gotten her figure back after the baby. She was just plain sexy.
She was wearing a short jean skirt that displayed perfectly the shape of her hips and a knit top so low cut and tight fitting across her breasts revealing all her flesh down to her nipples that were quite evident under the soft texture of the material. Her legs were long and smooth and during the movie he had more than once wanted to slide his hand up under that skirt that she had so perfectly managed to hike up even farther.
During dinner his eyes kept falling back to her breasts as they gently moved when she breathed or reached for something. Her nipples stood out even more in the chill of the evening and she very much knew what she was doing to him. That was her plan.
Rebecca just stood batting her lashes and smiling. She knew he was right. "Even so, there isn’t much you can do about it right now, is there?"
"Why you little bitch," Scott spouted as he knew her game but grinned to himself the whole time.
She continued to look at him smirking all the while. It wasn’t an insult and she knew it.
"I oughta just fuck you right here."
Rebecca’s eyes lit up. "And how you gonna do that?" She was egging him on.
"Just watch me."
Jon and Paula had stood listening to the whole conversation all the while trying to blend into the shadows.
A sense of filthy passion shout through Scott’s whole body. Taking the keys from his pocket he flung them at Jon, never taking his eyes off Becky. The ends of his mouth turned up as he instructed Jon to "Drive."
Jon caught them at mid chest. "Jesus Christ!" He muttered.
Opening the back car door Scott shoved Becky onto the seat as Jon, who wasn’t even sure where he was or how to get home, inquired as to where he should go.
"I don’t give a shit, just drive the fuckin’ car!"
Jon mouthed the words back to himself sarcastically as he and Paula slid into the front seat and he maneuvered out into traffic.
Scott literally ripped at Becky’s clothes in his attempt to render her completely naked. Glancing up into the rear view mirror he met Jon’s eyes.
"Do you MIND? I’m trying’ to fuck my wife here!"
"Don’t let me stop you." Jon fired back as him.
Just about that time Paula herself had managed to open her husband’s pants and slid her head down between him and the steering wheel. Jon grabbed her hair in his fist and tried to keep the car in the right lane occasionally shifting his eyes to the mirror.
Scott was now yanking at his own pants and pulled them down passed his knees and worked himself with his own hand. "Is this what you want? I should make you beg for it."
As his body came down on hers pressing her into the seat Becky’s mind was reeling, "Oh, God! What if we get stopped? We’ve all been drinking. Worse yet, What if we get in an accident? We’re not a bunch teenagers."
Just about that time she felt Scott ram hard between her thighs and drive forcefully deeper with every plunge.
"Oh, hell." she thought, "I don’t give a shit!" as she begged him to take her harder and faster.
