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Monday, 25 July 2016
Barry Corby Part 3 - Lulu Corby
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Not again. The
shower was just completing the job that Tenby had started, when Lulu had heard
the front door slam and the moment was gone. Twice in an hour! Life was so
unfair. She hoped Barry would go straight into the living room and turn on Sky
Sports News so she could try again, but there were footsteps on the stairs and
then Barry was trying to to join her in the shower.
“Ready for some
Barry loving, Mrs Corby?” he smiled.
She really didn’t want him inside
her. She just wasn’t in the mood, for him. Yes, she was more than a little
frustrated by the coitus interruptus from earlier, but having sex with her
husband wouldn’t solve matters. He was big, but big wasn’t always better. It
wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sex with him, but it was always like he was making
love to himself. He preened and posed as if he was in front of a camera. He
never managed to lose himself, forget who he was. Even as he was about to
orgasm he postured. Sex for him was all about the great Barry Corby. Lulu Corby
was often just an interested by-stander.
He grabbed her arm as she tried to
get out of the shower.
“Barry, I said no.” Lulu pushed the shower door
and got out. She was shaking just slightly.
She dried herself
in the bathroom, cleaned her teeth and then stepped naked into the bedroom,
leaving her husband to masturbate in the shower. She looked at her body in the
mirror checking that Tenby hadn’t left any telltale little signs. She saw the
red mark on her arm.Barry had never harmed
her. Not yet, but that didn’t mean he never would. Sometimes when she saw that
animalistic look in his eyes, she wondered what he was capable of.
She heard the water
stop and decided she’d better get dressed. If she was naked when he came in the
room, he might try again. Maybe she’d let him tonight when they were both a bit
tipsy, but she really hoped he’d sated his lust in the shower. She slipped into her underwear and her dress
and then sat on the bed with her hair straighteners, humming a tune to herself
and dreaming of Tenby’s muscly body.
The door opened
and Lulu felt the strong hands of her husband on her shoulders. He massaged
them gently. It was his way of saying sorry.
“I love you,” he
“Love you too,”
she looked up at him, the hair irons in her hand, she smiled. She meant it too.
She did love him, but sometimes it was tough being married to someone who loved
himself more than he could ever love anyone else. For part four click here and part five click here