The life of Jennifer – Chapter 2

On their ride back home, Jennifer was all but straddling Marcus in the car. The entire ride consisted of a heavy make out session and her hands were all over him, as his were on her. Sure, she barely knew him, but this was how arranged marriages worked. You had to base your connection on surface level looks in the beginning, and Marcus wasn’t lacking in that department. It had to be like this at least until they got to know one another well. So kissing and groping it was. And Jennifer kissed and groped with a purpose. She had a mission, beyond her want to have a loving marriage. She needed him to want her. She needed him to love her. Jennifer was glad and thankful her husband was young and attractive, and not someone twice her age or older. She sank her tongue deeper into her husband’s mouth, wrestling against his, sucking in his lip, biting it, licking his face.

When they got home, she got out. She tried to see the impressive manor but it was difficult with the darkness. The whole building was shrouded in shadows, the only illumination a road marked by candles in the floor. No doubt designed like this for romantic effect. It worked marvels in Jennifer, who smiled and, reminded of her previous failure, decided to show some more aggressive initiative. This was her home now, after all, right? She took Marcus’ hand and led the way up the steps towards the main door, as if she owned or knew the place. “I can’t wait to see our house in daylight, it looks impressive,” she said with a genuine smile, careful not to put too much emphasis in the ‘our’, so that it would sound natural. The door led to a huge main hall, with doors to either side and in front of her, as well as a big, winding staircase. Jennifer noticed indentations in the center of the carpet, indicating something round and heavy was moved out of there recently. She found that curious, but made no comment about it. Now was not the time. The candlelit trail led up the stairs, winding some corridors and leading towards the master’s bedroom. She felt nervous, moving about in a house she had never been in, draped in shadows, leading the way with playful and pretend confidence, but at least the candles gave no room to get lost. The master bedroom was huge, bigger even than her daddy’s back home. It was dimly lit, to enhance the atmosphere, and ready to receive the newlywed couple. A cart with some champagne and a pair of glasses was waiting for them.

Jennifer was thankful for that. She was getting nervous now. Or rather, the break between the making out session while walking here had made her be aware, once again, of how nervous she was. The alcohol would help with that. She didn’t know what Marcus liked or didn’t like, and that made her feel unease. She walked over to the champagne and opened it.

“A drink?” she asked, and poured two glasses without waiting for a reply. She was grateful she had her back on her husband, so that the trembling on her hands was hidden. That was a big tell on her, one she had never managed to contain.

”Pull yourself together,” she scolded herself. ”Molly wouldn’t be shaking,” she thought angrily, frowning as she finished pouring the drinks. ”None of his whores would.”

“I’m excited to be visiting Bali for our honeymoon, I haven’t been there before,” she said with a perfect, confident smile as she turned around and handed Marcus his glass, her entire will focused on keeping her damn hand steady. She was trying to make a little conversation, but she feared that might give away her nervousness.

Marcus took the glass she offered and took a sip, admiring her beauty, wanting to ravage her body, watch it bruised and bleeding. Once more, perhaps for the millionth time, he wondered how perverted she was. Would she be like him, or would she be another boring woman? He knew her father was mean, they had used girls together in group fucks before, but he wasn’t as mean as Marcus was. And Marcus wasn’t sure how much Jennifer’s dad had exposed her to that. He figured she had sexual experience, coming from a wealthy family. Sex and politics were tied together. She must have been raised and taught into it, and must have some experience but… how much?

Then she mentioned Bali. Ah yes, the honeymoon. That was something Marcus was not looking forward to. There were many important deals to be closed. And there was the matter of the serum. Marcus didn’t want to be away from the labs, or away from monitoring the operations. The NX project was too important. One week away… a lot could happen in that time. But cancelling their honeymoon wouldn’t look good, and he needed Jennifer’s father’s investment and support. He needed their wealth. He couldn’t cancel it. Not without a good reason.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” he said with a perfect fake smile and took another sip. And Bali of all places… He wouldn’t be able to bruise or cut her there… although on the other hand, she would look stunning in a bikini. As much as Molly used to do. She was still hot, but her age was beginning to show… Thinking about Jennifer in a bikini turned him on. She looked amazing in that dress, it made him want to rip it out.

“That dress looks a bit uncomfortable,” he said in a suggestive tone.

While Marcus had been looking at her, Jennifer was having the same thoughts as her husband. As she took her own sip of champagne, she wondered what would he be like in bed. Would he be boring, and just lay there, making her do all the work? Would he be rough, like her first time? Would he pin her wrists above her head and warp his hand around her neck, or fuck her from behind and spank her ass bright red. Or would he be the perfect mix of passion and rough? She had to please him. But how could she please him if she didn’t know what he liked? Jennifer was used to studying her partners. Digging and learning about them before engaging. But she hadn’t had time to do that with him, and she hated not having that control. She took a large gulp of champagne, emptying the glass, and let out a small giggle when he mentioned her dress and her cheeks flushed.

“Yes… it is quite uncomfortable…” she said. Jennifer turned around and moved her hair out of the way. “Would you be kind and help me out of it?”

Marcus ran his finger by his wife’s shoulder, then up the back of her neck while his other hand grabbed her waist and climbed up her back. He grabbed the laces and unmade the dress, smelling her perfume all the while as she stood there, holding her hair out of the way for him. He could feel his dick getting harder inside his pants. Jennifer reminded him of how Molly was when she was young. Finally the back of the dress was fully undone, ready to be slipped out of.

Jennifer could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he unlaced the dress. Each section becoming loose progressively. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had seduced before, had fucked before. But never like this. Never been married. And never with the stakes so high, with her family’s survival on the line.

”Breathe, you will be fine,” she told herself as she felt him unlace the last piece. She smiled as she turned around, staying close to him. A smile full of the confidence she didn’t feel. She didn’t know much about him, but could tell he wouldn’t like the innocent, naive play. Marcus seemed to like his women driven and assertive. She shifted her arms, letting the dress slowly slide down her body and pool on the floor around her heels, her gaze fixed on him.

She stood now in a white lace bra, lace garter and thigh highs. No thong. She had learned that most men were driven crazy by discovering the woman wore nothing underneath the skirt. Men were basic and easy like that. It was a cheap and quick way to earn points in their favor. Her pussy was a delicate, thin strip, freshly shaved, slightly glistening from her wetness at the making out during the car ride. Her hands moved to her back and a moment later her bra came loose, falling to the floor. Jennifer was beautiful. She had almost the same built as her cousin: thin and slender, although with a bit more meat to her than Ivy did. Her tits were small, B sized. Perky and with bright pink nipples. Her legs stretched seemingly forever, shaped even more by the white heels she was wearing, and culminated in a perky, round ass that gave way to thin hips and waist. Her charming smile transformed subtly into a more sexual one, and half crooked as she stepped out of her dress and forward, until her body was almost flush against Marcus’. She looked up at him, her cheeks blushed from the alcohol and nerves, giving away her excitement. She brought her hands up and slowly began to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. She could feel his hands on her hips, feeling her smooth and warm skin. Marcus fingers felt cold in comparison. He explored her flesh, her curves, as she undressed her husband, holding his gaze by moments, then deviating her eyes. Both because her nerves couldn’t let her hold his deep gaze, as well as to allow him to look at her body.

Marcus worked out. He was no bodybuilder, but his chest and arms were more toned than average. She could feel the hard muscles as her fingers ran over his chest. He had some chest hair on him. She liked that. It wasn’t so much it felt gross, but the perfect amount to be manly. She leaned in and licked and kissed his chest as she began undoing his pants. His dick throbbed as she pushed them down.

“Someone’s really happy to get married…” she whispered as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and played with it, smearing themselves and the dick with precum. Marcus let out a low growl of pleasure at the woman’s touch and his hands gripped tighter around her waist. Jennifer smiled openly, she enjoyed having this effect on him. To Marcus, Jennifer had an almost perfect body. He wanted to beat her up and fuck her until she cried, but he knew he had to test the waters and take it easy for the sake of his business relationship with William.

He let her push him to the bed, before falling, he stopped and and placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on top of her head, then pressed down gently but firmly. Jennifer caught the meaning and her smile widened as she obediently came down to her knees. Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and placed his fully erect dick right in front of her face, hoping she wouldn’t disappoint him by being prude or some shit like that.