Chapter 7
(Sexual material 18+ please)

Clay cold and wet got his keys and walked into his humble abode, feeling quite bad and guilty for what he had done earlier that day. Clay looked up to see Bloberta sitting at the couch. She was knitting something up, her focus completely directed towards her work completely ignoring the sounds of the door opening and closing.
Clay entered quietly and slowly brought his head up towards Bloberta still weirdly smiling while knitting. Clay walked to her and sat on the couch next to her. Finally he turned his head to her as Bloberta happily hummed some tune ever still knitting something.

"Bloberta. I wanted to tell you something..."

She remained silent.
Clay didn't understand women...but he has heard of silent treatment. He extended his arm and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up on you."

Bloberta scheming in her head was strangely emotionally touched by the apology and that it was seemingly coming from Clay's heart. She held back the desperate urge to respond in a pleasant manner and hug Clay for the heartfelt apology. She suppressed it and came up with a comeback.

"You certainly have much to apologize for Mr. Puppington."
She slyly remarked smirking still looking down.

"Look I know your angry at me for everything, I haven't been the best husband and I know you are trying to be a good wife but I don't understand this lifestyle..."
Clay put a hand to his face clearly upset that his genuine pleas to be met with such...numbness. Bloberta still suppressing her affection and her actual admiration she was feeling for Clay's attempts at rectifying the situation.

"And why not huh? Always looking out for number 1, you didn't even want to marry me."
Clay was feeling desperate now. She sure knew how to guilt trip all of the sudden, she had been so nice to him, why is she acting so cold now? Clay dropped to the floor on his knees something came over him, he realized something he had missed for so so long. Affection and praise. This woman had shown him such fun, such a wonderful outlook on life, a desire to better him and what did he do? Cast her aside for loneliness. He needed her love back, the positivity back, and he wanted it back now. Clay clutched Bloberta's knee trembling with anxiety and fear, and spoke once more.

"Bloberta...I...I will say I thought I didn't want to marry you at first. But you have been so good to me and caring, I...I will do anything for you to forgive me."
That touch of his...that trembling...Bloberta was both turned on and racked with pity for this man...though he acted more like a guilty child really. She bit her lip at Clay's offer to 'do anything for her to forgive him'. Clay was quite an absurd puzzle of a man, sadly this man acted sort of like a magnet, positive sides of two magnets repel one another, while a positive and negative side attract each other. Meaning, as much as she'd like to show her loving side to Clay, that would never garner results...She thought for a moment...Should she invite him? Or should she demand? Obviously she was going to have to demand it.

"You want me to forgive you for all that you put me through?"

"Yes!"
Clay yelled still holding Bloberta's knee, his face to the ground.
That was a good boy finally...

"You are going to make love to me right here, right now."
Bloberta said straight forwardly with grit in her voice. Inside her mind she felt really awkward about being so demanding about something a man innately desires most every other moment. She didn't like it. But that light in her head was the most important thing to achieve in her universe, love and femininity had to take a backseat for this one.

"Uh...aha make love? I- I've never really done that...how do I?"
This man...This boy needed to be taught how to have sex? Bloberta figured it was common sense in every person's head how to do it once you got to that age. But this guy...So simple. And yet...Bloberta's nicer side felt a lot of love for his need of a guide, sort of innocent if you left out all the filth he was.

"Fine, here give me your hand."
Bloberta gripped Clay's arm and directed it under her long skirt, having him take a hold of her undergarments and pulled them down in front of clay now lay the clothing. Clay looked up at Bloberta with an uncertain look. Bloberta's warm smile quickly turned to a devious smirk. Can't look nice, do not be nice, he is afraid of nice.

"Take off yours now."
Bloberta demanded.

"You promise you'll forgive me right?"
Clay asked.

Bloberta's face darkened, this guy was really pushing her buttons and not in the right way either. Clay getting the point stood up and unbuttoned himself and pulled them off his legs. Bloberta turned to lay on the couch...not the ideal place for this sort of thing of course but she had just about enough of Clay's games this was going to happen now. Bloberta lifted her long skirt to reveal herself to her husband Clay was both frightened and mesmerized, something inside him finally came out. That lust, the carnal beast that every man has in them over took him. Before Bloberta could even say another word to Clay, he was looking down at her with a crazed smile. Bloberta was shocked that suddenly he was taking control of the situation. She was turned on. Clay Began the process. Bloberta overjoyed with pleasure began to break her new found demanding character saying to Clay.

"Oh Clay...This is what I've been waiting for all my life!"
Clay's subconscious...the feelings of love and tenderness...it was tormented by it. The neurons in his brain were quick to send the word to his bloodstream and his manhood got the point...
Bloberta felt the energy from Clay drain from her loving comment...Oh right...dammit she thought, she quickly spat back.

"What are you getting soft for, you are such a girl sometimes I swear!"
That comment got Clay's brain fired up again, angry and ready to make a point. Clay growled back.

"I'm a MAN, and I'm going to show you what a true man is unlike that cowardly father of yours."
Clay's manhood hardened once more and was at it again. Staying in and pulling out, Staying in and pulling out. Deep down Clay felt a type of peace he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Warmth of a woman hugging them. Bloberta and Clay spat back insults and curses at each other while making love for about 10 minutes when finally Clay had climaxed and his exhaustion overtook him as he fell down from the couch onto the floor.
Bloberta laid there on the couch and was definitely happy she had a potential seed inside of her...she also felt greatly displeased, Clay's turn ons were her turn offs and vice versa. While Bloberta seeked attention and affection, Clay sought neglect and apathy. When Clay is loved he feels sad. When Bloberta is angry he feels passion. It was an experience...She gave her virginity to a man she couldn't love and a part of her felt dead.