In the last few years, many novels-for example, "The Couples" and untold others-have dwelled on the promiscuous relationship between husbands and wives. They have stated extremely well the effects of such promiscuity but have seldom broached, in a complete sense, the causes of this effect.
In this, his most penetrating work on this subject, Mr. Reagan has delved into what we feel is an extremely basic cause. The mistrust generated by a traveling husband in the classic novel sense has always been used as a vehicle for the modern-day writer to justify adultery on the part of the waiting wife. Mr. Reagan has reversed this procedure. He has taken a documented incident of a young married airline stewardess and presented the temptations she is faced with while traveling away from home. She resists these temptations, as many traveling husbands also do, but, as in the case of many waiting wives, the pressure becomes too great on her neglected husband. In one wild moment of jealous passion he commits an act which begins a revealing and horrible chain of circumstances which push his wife into the waiting arms of an adulterous affair.
Mr. Reagan's book attempts no justification for the acts performed on either side. He merely narrates them as they fall into place, as any good novelist should do. It is ultimately the reader who is, and should be, the jury to which these facts are presented and who must make final judgment.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER I
"Oh, take me, Ben ... take me..." Sally moaned as her husband's hardness insinuated itself against the moistened slit between her open thighs. "Take me now...."
"Yes ... yes ... Ben murmured in her ear, but then suddenly, he was sliding down her body, his tongue trailing a thin wet line between her breasts and down across her navel until it rested directly above the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair. And then, almost without hesitation, his nose was burrowing into her exposed genitals, like a hungry child going after its mother's breast.
"No ... Ben..." Sally protested, trying to untangle herself from his grip. Her hands grabbed for his hair and she began pulling at it in an effort to extricate his probing tongue from her vaginal folds.
"Ben ... you know I won't do that kind of thing ... stop it, Ben ... STOP IT!"
Ben finally gave in and lifted himself up, the area around his mouth glistening slightly in the dark room.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked viciously. "Why can't you give a man what he needs!"
"Oh, Ben ... let's not spoil this evening ... we've been through all this before...."
And rather than argue with her, Ben pulled himself back up until he covered her body with his and the tip of his swollen penis lay at the exact spot where his tongue had just been refused admittance.
* * *
Trying to dismiss the memory of their last lovemaking, Sally leaned her lithe young body up against the terrace window and looked out at the view below.
"At least the view is wonderful," she thought, as she watched the sun shining low above the dim Jersey shore and pouring across the Hudson River. "It's really a lovely house," she thought with pride, well furnished and it seemed quite spacious for its rather modest size. She looked lovingly at the entire wall of glass that led onto a wide terrace and framed a gorgeous panorama down the steep wooded slope to the broad expanse of the Hudson. "Yes," she thought to herself, "I'm very lucky."
Married only two years, and all this. And with a good husband, Ben, whom she really loved, too. She had considered herself so lucky to land him, with all the competition at the office. But she was the one who had gotten him, the most promising engineer at the large firm of Cantwell and Cantwell. She had known even then that he would go far; he was a very good engineer and the company had realized it, promoting him fast to his new position as Managing Engineer! And now this lovely new house. No doubt about it, Ben was a good provider. He knew what he was doing; moving to Tarrytown was his idea. Only an hour to Manhattan and just like living in the country. Yes, she had to admit, she was happy with the way things had worked out-except-well, except she wished Ben would be just a little more attentive.
Not that he neglected her or anything; it was just that she wished he was the same sexually as he had been when they were first married. Now, all too often she was left with a feeling of emptiness and frustration as he lay beside her, his own body satiated from their lovemaking.
Ben was considerate and kind, usually, when making love, but what was the matter with her? Why this unfulfilled unsatisfied feeling? She understood that Ben's position brought lots of new problems and meant much work, but did he have to spend quite as much time playing cards and drinking with his friends? Sally felt that if he devoted a little more time to her, especially in bed, she wouldn't be quite so unhappy in that respect.
But he had said to her: "You know how it is, honey. I don't want those guys to think that now, just because I'm their boss, I'm not their buddy anymore."
Sally could understand that; she just wished she had him to herself more often. She remembered when they were first married ; how they used to spend so much more time together; all day Sunday, for instance, they would lounge around together, reading the newspaper, making love and just talking. Ben really was interested in her then, she mused, her needs, what she thought and felt. Now ... she wondered whether he'd be home early tonight-he had been staying out past midnight so often lately-however, he had promised he'd be home early that night.
Taking a long last look at the roast through the glass window of the oven, Sally went into the bedroom. Slipping off her housecoat, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror. She noted with approval her long, silky blonde hair framing the clear skin of her oval face. Timidly she touched the top of her creamy breasts which were peeping over the top of her frilly bra. Moving her fingertips down her body, she traced the outline of her smooth curvy hips flowing into long slender legs. "Not bad," she said to herself, with satisfaction.
Ben ought to be interested and grateful that he has a good-looking wife. Instead, he spends evening after evening with those vulgar friends of his. That Bill Spivak especially. He's so coarse and his wife, Marie, wasn't much better, either. She was a friendly type, no doubt about that, but just a bit too crude.
Sally felt she wouldn't want to know her too well. "A hell of a nice girl, that Marie" was Ben's opinion-but she, Sally Hutchins, had slightly higher standards.
Her thoughts again turned to Ben. She knew he was very good-looking, and appreciated his large muscular body, his sturdy arms and legs, his profusely hairy chest and his potent sexual member. Yes, she even liked ... that. . . even though of late he had been trying to make her do lewd, perverted things, saying it was perfectly normal to do them and when she refused, he became angry and sulked and ignored her altogether.
How could he be so thoughtless as to want her to do those things, especially when she felt so unsatisfied, even after making love the normal way! Was there something wrong with her, she again asked herself? Was she ignorant of the things normal people do and feel? No, no, she didn't think so. It was just that Ben had heard about these things, probably from his low-minded friends and wanted her to do them and try them on her. But why--?
The phone rang.
"Look Sally, honey. I'm down at The Griffon. Rudy and some of the boys are having a game tonight and I'm in. I'll get a sandwich and catch a ride home with Bill later. How'd the day go?" Ben's forceful masculine voice drove on without pause for a reply, until after a few shopworn words of affection, he hung up.
"Damn!" Sally shouted out loud. "A sandwich at the Griffon! How could he? After all my trouble...." Tears of anger rose in her eyes as she switched off the oven, strode across the deep pile living room rug and ran into the bedroom. She threw herself down on the large bed, crying and biting at the bedspread.
"Why does he do this to" me?" Sally's thoughts ran on. She wanted Ben there beside her but desire was being crowded out by a growing resentment of Ben's treatment of her.
On a sudden impulse, she pushed herself up, picked out a dress, fixed her hair and face and walked out of the house. She picked up the paper where it lay on the lawn beside the lawn chairs and jumped in her car. As she sat racing the motor, her eyes ran down the entertainment page. She found what she was looking for-a chic little East Side Theater she had noticed months before when shopping in Manhattan. It was the kind of art cinema that featured sophisticated imported films. The titles were frankly sexual.
* * *
Feeling a little embarrassed, Sally walked into the darkened theater. Sitting comfortably near the back, she had just time to notice that the theater was almost full, when the film began.
The title, THE VIRGIN, appeared on the screen in both French and English. The film was in French, but there were English subtitles.
After the credits, the camera narrowed in on a beautiful young girl seated by a narrow window in what appeared to be a cell. She was dressed in a rough robe, and tears were rolling down her face. The door opened and a stern, matronly woman in a white uniform entered. She told the young girl that the time had come and the girl burst into sobs. The old woman then proceeded to disrobe the girl, who after a short struggle, gave in meekly. The girl's small, firm breasts were plainly seen, and her round young hips, the camera stopping just above her raised pubic mound. At the woman's order, the girl lay down on the bed, trembling. The door opened again and a man entered, carrying a doctor's bag. With a definite leer in his eye, he began to examine the young girl, beginning with her breasts and working down the slim young body. His back faced the camera as he seemed to probe the girl's virginal pelvis and the camera zeroed in on her face, bathed in sweat and convulsed with helpless terror.
Sally sat motionless, watching. Pity flooded her at the sight of the innocent young girl. She was vaguely surprised to find that the camera actually showed so much of the girl's body and found herself imagining the girl's tender young pubis, and her own luscious thighs, squeezed together as if to block out the doctor's probing hand. With a faint shudder, Sally brought her attention back to the screen.
The doctor had now left and the matron was offering some words of consolation to the girl. Once more, the door opened and a huge man, with a brutal face and massive body, entered wearing only pants. Grinning lasciviously, he made his way over to the terror-stricken girl who was clinging to the matron for protection. The matron gently but firmly released her arm from the girl's clasp and with a few warning words, took a seat by the wall, on which she was joined by several other people, both men and women. The giant now stood at the end of the bed, and by his movements, it was obvious that he was removing his pants. A gasp escaped the girl's lips as her eyes strayed in the direction of the man's naked pelvis.
An involuntary shudder ran through Sally. Thoughts of Ben's erect rod raced through her mind. Was this giant's member as large or ... could it possibly be larger? How could a girl take it without splitting?
The girl's scream cut through Sally's revery and she once again looked at the screen in fascination. From the position of the man's head and shoulders he by now was on the bed. The girl began to writhe and twist in an attempt to escape the brute's imminent entry. There was another scream-then through a blurred lens could be seen the hazy silhouette of the two figures. After a few moments struggle, the camera focused again, this time on the girl who once more was writhing under the weight of her unwanted lover. For a moment the girl's face registered horror, but then, almost imperceptibly, a change took place. Her tongue flicked out, and darted over her parched lips; her eyes took on a lust-filled look and her arms snaked around the man's neck. Finally, her entire body began to sway in rhythm to the man's swaying motions.
Sally held her breath as she watched the scenes taking place on the screen. She had never in her life seen anything like it. It was all so life-like and she could feel her own body respond in sympathy with the girl on the screen. She pressed her legs together to stop the spread of the tingle which had started at the sensuous point between her legs and which was now working its way up her body. She felt her nipples stiffen and she knew that the crotch band of her panties was moist.
She was mesmerized by the rhythmic figure of the giant on the screen. She almost wished the camera would show the whole scene-his bulbous huge member thrusting into the moist pink slit of the girl.. . .
Sally could not believe what feelings the lewd scene on the screen had aroused in her or how it was causing little flames of desire to lick and fan through her body.
On the screen, the undulating bodies had taken on a more insistent rhythm, he thrusting deeper and deeper, she arching her back and offering up her naked genitals in order to receive more and more of the man's monster cock.
Sally could feel a sudden forbidden twitching between her own legs and tried to clamp them tighter together in order to stop the churning of the involuntary sensations. Images of Ben, the only man she'd ever known ... that way ... rushed into her head. She saw his huge, blue-veined cock standing out erectly, and longed to take it in her.
A wave of shame caused her to flush and she was glad of the protective dark of the cinema. Dear God! Is this what she was reduced to? She was no better than anyone else here, she thought, casting a defiant glance around the cinema-watching the filth; thinking lewd filthy thoughts. Yes, that's right! No better than anyone else there! What's more, had she actually become sexually excited? Could she have become aroused-with such a sensuous feeling between her legs-by watching such a film-a film that was downright disgusting!
Another wave of shame crept over her. No, there was no use denying it-she was aroused all right. The filthy scene had awakened deep sensuous feelings in her. How could she be excited by such filth? The maddening tingle between her legs increased in intensity and abruptly, Sally gathered up her things and walked out in the middle of the film.
It was cool outside the movie theater and Sally stood at the curb, wondering what she should do. She hated the thought of going home right away, knowing the house would be empty but what else was there for her to do? She turned and started walking down the block toward the parking lot. But just before she reached it, she spotted a bookstore and decided it would be nice to have a good book to read. Maybe it would take her mind off things for a while. But as soon as she was in the store, she realized what she had done. It was no ordinary bookstore. In fact, it was a very specialized one ... one that Sally would never have dreamed of entering !
"Can I help ya, lady?" the old man behind the counter wheezed at her. "Lookin' for any thin' special?"
Sally was paralyzed with a combination of fear and shame and blindly reached out for the closest thing at hand. It was a cordless vibrator made into a most phallic shape.
"I'll take this..." she stammered, holding it at arm's length. The sign said "Personal Vibrator"-well, she thought-at least it would be something to soothe her nerves.
The old man reached under the counter and produced another vibrator still in its box.
"Here we go ... never opened. Can I show you something else? We have a wide selection of just about.. . "
"NO," Sally snapped, a little too loudly. "No ... nothing else."
She had to struggle to keep from running out of the store.
* * *
Driving home Sally blanked all thoughts of the movie from her mind as she concentrated on the heavy traffic on the New York Thruway, eyes peeled for the Tarrytown exit. She finally completed the obstacle race and turned into her street. Pulling into the driveway she noticed that there were no lights on in the house and going inside, she confirmed her suspicions-Ben was not yet home.
A feeling of tiredness and self-pity overcame her. She was lonesome. Walking slowly into the bedroom, she lay down on the bed, her body and mind numb. After a few moments, she became conscious only of her overwhelming fatigue. She reached into the paper bag and took out the vibrator she had bought. "Well, at least I have something to show for this night!" she said aloud.
Turning the switch, she listened as if hypnotized to its steady drone. With great effort she took off all her clothes, laying them in a pile on the chair and stretched out luxuriously on the soft bedspread.
She was lying on her stomach, as she grasped the humming vibrator and gently held it to a particularly aching spot on her back.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed. She was surprised how good it felt-how soft and relaxed it made her feel. Emboldened, she passed it up and down the full length of her spine. "MMMMMMmmmmmm." It sure felt good. Slipping it to the valley between her breasts, she noticed that her nipples immediately raised the pink buds jutting out. "Ahhhhhh!" How relaxing it was to run it up and down her legs, her sides, her thighs.
A blissful, intoxicated feeling swept through her. She was now aware of small pinpricks of sensuous feeling starting in her stomach, deep inside. A tender throbbing had begun between her legs and was intensified by the vibrator which had slipped from its path along her upper thigh.
"I'll just leave it there for a moment. . . it's so delicious." A low purring of arousal escaped Sally's lips. She ran her hands down her sides in abandonment, sighing with pleasure as the hot burning flame of desire grew, fanned by the thrill of her own hands passing up and down her body. A lightheaded feeling took hold of Sally, making her familiar bedroom swim before her half-closed eyes, bathing her whole being in a lush feeling of warmth and pleasure. Almost involuntarily, she moved the vibrator so that it rubbed directly against the rising bud of her throbbing clitoris.
Thoughts of "I must not do this ... I must stop this" raced through her mind, but her lust-inflamed brain blotted out all objections. There was only her need for release from the intense arousal of the vibrator. She began to massage her breasts, slowly, rhythmically, passing her fingers over her diamond-hard nipples. Maddened now by the intense throbbing of her moisture-drenched clitoris, she arched her back and gently undulated her hips. She grasped the vibrator and held it more firmly, directly against her trembling vaginal slit.
She could feel something building up now. Her body undulated on the bed, tortured by the teasing vibrations of the lewd object that stood waiting at the entrance of her begging pussy. Passion became an all consuming flame, and she was its willing fuel.
"Aah ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh ... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" she cried out in the empty room as the smooth, cool jerking plastic rod slipped into the wet pink opening. She needed this ... wanted this ... wanted this mechanical object to be a huge penis, riding, shoving hard into her trembling opening, pushing against the sucking walls of her vagina throbbing deep inside her.
The vibrating dildo pushed into the burning cavern between her open thighs, her entire body bent into an obscene shape by her mounting desire. She sighed and cried out, moaning the acute pleasure her lovemaking was affording her. It was ecstasy, this huge rod rising so high inside her while her body and twitching hips rose to meet its steady rhythm.
"Yes...Oh, yes...OH GOD, YES!"
And it was Ben's aroused penis stuffing itself into her mercilessly. She had to get him in deeper ... deeper! Her hips began to jerk more rapidly. Nothing mattered now, nothing existed now except her coming climax. Wave after wave rose in her and she was cumming! The waves broke, her shamelessly aroused body flailed like a wild woman and she was cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnggggg!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH..." she screamed, her lust possessed body spasmed uncontrollably, as the last flames of her desire spent themselves around the vibrating instrument.
Sally lay there, the vibrator now droning heedlessly on. Sanity returned to her abused senses and with it came mortification. She burned with shame at the knowledge of what she had done-of the onanistic act of self-abuse that she had just performed on herself. What was wrong with her? Was she so starved for love that she had to resort to this for satisfaction? Did Ben neglect her so much that she had to practice self-manipulation in order to appease her desire?
These questions churned and twisted in Sally's mind as she finally dropped into an uncomfortable but satiated sleep.
CHAPTER 2
The insistent pounding of the carpenter's hammer downstairs pushed into Sally's consciousness as she sat in her yellow breakfast nook, drinking her third cup of coffee. The new playroom is shaping up nicely, she thought. She hoped Ben would take an interest in it once it was completed. After all, it was for him and his friends. Sally had decided for a surprise for Ben to convert the basement into a club and rumpus room so that her husband and his friends would have a place to relax and play cards. She had spent days planning it with the help of decorating magazines-the walls were going to be antique maple and the lighting fixtures Early American.
Sally had picked out an enormous old round table for playing cards and there would be a pool table and a small bar. For the last two weeks the carpenter had been busy down there, and it wouldn't be too long now before it was completed.
"I really hope Ben-likes it," she mused. It would be good having Ben there, nearer home, when he was with his buddies, even though they were such unsavory characters.
"Rudi Belten and Bill Spivak ... so common and vulgar. I really don't know how Ben stands them," she said to herself. Still it would be much better having them all here than at The Griffon, or, even worse, the Playbox. The thought of the latter, with its gaudy lights and lurid photographs outside, made Sally shudder.
She got up and paced around the kitchen. Catching a glimpse of herself in the glass oven door she peered closely. Leaning forward, she could see the outlines of her full, firm young breasts straining against the thin cloth of her summer robe. Absentmindedly, she fingered the thermostat as she surveyed herself, and then put her hands under her breasts, cupping and pulling them, and squeezing her nipples through her fingers. The nipples responded, standing out tautly against the flimsy material.
"If Ben is nearer home, maybe he'll be more interested in me at night." Sally earnestly hoped that would be the case. Only a few more days and the carpenter will be all through. She realized with a start that the hammer was silent for a minute or two and whirled around.
The carpenter was standing at the head of the basement stairs.
"Hello, Mrs. Hutchins, just wanted to get a cup for my coffee. I brought a Thermos."
Sally stood dumbstruck for a moment at the sudden surprise and drew her robe tighter around her. Surely he hadn't seen her playing with her breasts a second ago? The thought that the carpenter might have been a witness to the lewd spectacle made her flush with shame. What would he think of her-standing in front of the glass like that, kneading and pulling at her breasts like a madwoman?
The carpenter's face betrayed no emotion as he stood there.
"P-perhaps he didn't see me, after all," Sally thought. "But how can I make sure?"
"Y-yes," she finally stammered. Reaching for a coffee mug, she wordlessly handed it to him, still clutching her robe.
"Thanks, ma'am," he said, unscrewing his Thermos. "D'you mind if I have it up here? It gets a bit hot down there in the basement, if you know what I mean. I've been meaning to ask you," he continued, "if that check you were expecting arrived!"
"Y-yes, of course," Sally stammered, taken aback by his brazen look. "I'll have your money for you soon...." She'd been stalling him for too long, she realized.
At the beginning she had hoped her savings would be enough to pay for the play; room, but that had been quickly eaten up and now she was in a jam.
She couldn't very well ask Ben for the money since the whole thing was supposed to be a surprise for him. Taking the still warm coffee pot, she led him into the alcove. Sliding onto the curved seat, she motioned nervously to the other end of the curve. "Please sit down," she said nervously.
"Thanks, ma'am," he replied with a smug grin, easing himself down onto the soft seat.
"Don't you think we could make some kind of financial arrangement? I'm sure I'll be able to pay you in a few weeks."
"Call me Dan, just Dan. Well, let's see. By Friday next, a week from now, you should be able to do a little entertaining down there. But I need the money before then!" The threatening tone in his voice startled Sally. As they talked, Dan had been slowly inching his way over to Sally's side. Now they were side by side.
"Tell me," he said suddenly, "does that oven window need a cleaning?"
Sally gasped at the sudden leering question. He must ... he must have seen her, caressing herself, looking at herself in the oven door.
"What?" she rasped, unable to help herself, staring straight into his eyes.
"Aw, come on, Mrs. Hutchins, you've got nice knockers there, why hide them?" he leered.
Reaching over he suggestively placed his hand on her thigh, and said menacingly, "How about it, baby, I know your type, you're dying for it! Maybe we can just forget about the money!"
Sally shivered from the change of tone in his voice and the boldness of his touch. She was paralyzed.
"This one's going to be harder than the other young housewives," Dan thought, as he gazed frankly at the molds of her heaving breasts and the firm line of her thigh. But he could handle her. More than handle her. It wouldn't be long until he had her squirming and writhing beneath him, begging for his cock. Who did she think she was, anyway? Miss High and Mighty? But he had seen her-playing with herself like that. She's ripe for someone to fuck the living daylights out of her. And he was the someone. He'd show her. Mr. Browne, indeed.
"Please get your hands off me!" she finally managed to shout but her cries only served to incite him.
"You want to get fucked, baby, and you know it," he taunted.
"No, no!" she cried, the lewd word strangely exciting her. He moved even closer, then grabbed her savagely with his hands. He pulled her to him and her attempts to free herself from his grasp were futile. He crushed his hot, coffee-tasting mouth against hers, stifling her groans with a tight, grinding kiss. Sally tried to wrench herself free, but the carpenter's strong arms pinned her to him. His hands explored her body, clutching and squeezing her flesh and pulling roughly at her clothes.
In her struggle, Sally's hand touched his rigid, swollen prick through his pants. Panicked, she suddenly squirmed and struggled j with renewed strength, frenzied at the thought of the evil she knew he would try to perpetrate on her body. She raked her fingernails against his face and shrieked:
"Get away from me! Don't touch me!"
Dan lurched back beyond the reach of her long talons.
"Dirty brute, am I," Dan said to himself. I'll show her. Getting up on her high horse like that. Proud bitch. But they're all the same. They all start off being haughty and stand-offish but end up the same-begging for more of that prick. He would enjoy subjugating this one. He could see the contempt she had for him in her eyes, but he would watch it change to lust when he jammed his cock into that prudish young cunt of hers. Then she wouldn't be so indignant....
Slowly he walked into the kitchen, where she had run from him. She was huddled in the corner, frozen into a motionless stance, too shocked to move. She felt herself blacking out, but yet she didn't seem to fall. Then the floor was rushing up to meet her and everything was mercifully dark.
"Oh, yeah, baby.. . " a vague voice seemed to be saying, "I'm gonna love this!"
* * *
Sally's eyes opened slightly and even before she was able to focus on her surroundings, she knew she was stripped naked. And as they opened all the way, standing directly above here was the carpenter. He, too, was naked. His battering ram of a cock sticking straight out in front of him ... a cannon waiting to explode its evil load of male sperm deep into her belly.
When she looked around her she saw that they were downstairs in the unfinished playroom amidst the rubble of the near-completed work. A small area had been cleared and a scatter rug from the upstairs hall had been placed under her, acting as a cushion against the rough wooden floors.
She tried to scream but no sound seemed to come!
"And now, Mrs. Hutchins ... I guess I should be calling you Sally by now ... let's consider this to be this week's payment." And with that, he stretched himself out along the length of Sally's trembling body and let his full naked weight press down onto her.
"Ooooooommmmph..." the air escaped from her lungs as the pressure of his weight forced down on her.
"No ... no..." she whimpered. "I can't ... I just can't let you. ... Hysteria began to overwhelm her.
"Come off it!" Dan hissed at her. "You want this as much as I do. Who do you think you're kidding? You ain't been gettin' much from your old man, have you?"
The look of shock on Sally's face was more than enough answer for Dan.
"Listen, baby. I know all about these things. I also know that you have a certain love tool' hidden in your night table upstairs. I took a good look around one day and came across it. I bet you and it have had many a good time together." And the room was filled with his raucous laughter as tears of shame and humiliation streamed down Sally's flushed cheeks.
"So, let's just say that I'm doing you a big favor. And believe me, baby, I am!" And with that, he placed the bloated bulb of his prick in a direct line with her tight vaginal entrance and sliding it up and down with his hand, spread open the soft, velvety folds until the tip of him pressed tightly against the tight, tiny hole between her legs.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagh..." she cried out as the enormous cock strained at the entrance of her cunt. "No ... please don't ... please!"
"Nnnnnnnnnnngggggh..." she grunted, as ignoring her cries, Dan pressed on, jabbing up into her spread vagina until his thick shaft had slipped inside the delicate stretched membranes. He paused for a second, seemed to catch his breath and then holding her by the waist, rammed himself deeply into her loins impaling her swiftly on his rigid instrument.
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!! ! " Sally screamed as the huge red-hot rod raced into her belly like a runaway freight train. It was an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her, filling her entire vagina and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It seemed to be coming out of her mouth. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality. She tried to fight the rising tide of intense pleasure that wanted to roar throughout her entire body but it was impossible. It had been so long ... sooooooooo long.
She had never been so filled in her life and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he had plowed into her without the slightest thought of mercy. And now, it lay completely imbedded in her, throbbing against her cervix.
"Do you like it?" Dan asked, smiling down at her contorted face. Sally tried to remain still, but Dan flexed the giant head, bringing a deep-throated groan from her lips.
"Do you like it?" he repeated, flexing again ... and again ... and again ... until her hot cuntal passage grew more and more accustomed to his giant size, its smooth wet walls expanding until he fit snugly in her.
Sally tried not to react more fully to his advances but the thought of being subjugated to a strange man's attack ... the carpenter ... the man she had hired to work for her ... it was by far the worst thing that had ever happened to her. But a flicker of anger against her husband began to grow.
"All this is Ben's fault!" she thought...
"At least this was a man instead of that vibrator. A real man!..." Chills ran up and down her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of the carpenter's cock begin skewering wetly into her. There was no pain now, only the very real pleasure of man and woman and Sally felt herself losing the battle. She could hold out no longer. Her entire body began twitching and writhing beneath him and with a sudden cry of wild abandon she joined the man in his sexual delight.
Her legs on either side of him began jerking and quivering in uncontrolled spasms, and a small mewling sound of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him.
"Hot bitch..." Dan murmured as he skewered mercilessly into her now grasping pussy. "Hot little bitch..."
Sally rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. It felt as thought it had a small fist imbedded in the bulbous head whose heat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her.
Dan worked greedily above her, changing his pace every so often from short strokes to long strokes and back again, like a musician working out some staccato jazz beat. His hands toyed first with her bouncing breasts and then went down to the sensitive folds of her pussy to tease the nub of her wildly erect clitoris while his cock continued its relentless battering between her wide stretched thighs.
"Ooooooooh ... Oooooooooohhhhhhh ... OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! ... GOD!! " she cried out. "This is ... this ... this...." But she didn't get a chance to finish as the giant orgasm reached her, strangling her words in her throat as each hidden recess of her cunt was caught up in the mushrooming explosion. Her heaving breasts quivered against him as the wide open plane of her pussy received the buffeting of his loins. Faster and faster he pumped into her, slamming deep into her orgasm, driving her into an obscene jerking frenzy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH ... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! " she screamed out over and over as her mind-searing climax crashed all around her, racking her body with great convulsive movements.
"How about that, baby!" Dan yelled down at her still pumping wildly into her spastically contracting vagina. "AND HOW ABOUT THIS!" he screamed as his cock could take no more of her twisting and screaming and his hot, thick sperm raced to meet her climactic juices.
"Yes ... yyyyyyyyeeeeeesssssss ... give it toooooo mmmmmmmeeeememeeeeeee..." she moaned as she felt the great shooting jet of his hot, scalding sperm ricocheting around inside her wildly contracting cunt like a great flood of undammed volcanic lava.
* * *
Sally sat at her dressing table, dazed and bruised. She stared at her reflection without really seeing it. She was thinking about what had happened only a few short hours ago ... remembering how the carpenter had gotten up and dressed ... how he had called to her from the door...."Thanks, sweetie. ... I'll be back next week to finish up down here ... and maybe we can have another go at it!"
Sally had already grabbed the rug up to cover her nakedness at that point, and as she heard the front door slamming shut upstairs, she rolled over into it, crying out her desperation until feeling chilly, and realizing it was getting late, she shakily climbed the stairs and went to her bedroom.
Now she was fully clothed, but somehow she still felt as though anyone looking at her would be able to see her shameful nakedness. Surely when Ben came home, he would be able to tell just what had happened to her. The soreness between her legs and the warmth of his sperm still in her belly seemed to cry out. . . I've been unfaithful! I've been with another man!
But as she sat there, another voice inside her was saying, You should really be flattered!
It was almost 6:30 when, after a long bath and an attempt at a nap, Sally heard Ben's car pulling into the driveway. She felt by this time filled with contrition for what she had done. Her entire being still seemed to reverberate with the left-over shock from her early morning experience. But nevertheless something else had been set in motion, making her feel ... desirable ... wanted ... and ironically, she found that she desired her husband as she never had before. A strong surge of lust welled up inside her and she hoped that she would be able to make this known to him.
She made a dinner that she knew he liked ... with candles and a special salad of artichoke hearts and cherry tomatoes. She wore a clinging knit dress, low cut and short. . . Ben's favorite. It was so well fitting that it slipped teasingly into the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks every time she moved.
Thoughts of Dan, the carpenter, and the pleasure he had torn from her unwilling body filtered through Sally's mind as she attempted to make Ben feel as though he were the only man left on earth. She felt horribly guilty, but she knew it could all be erased, if only Ben would make love to her tonight!
Clearing away the dishes, she was conscious of Ben's stare-taking in her swinging hips and rounded globes. It was working!
Ben had loosened his tie and went into the sitting room lighting up another cigarette on the way. Sally, still feeling the flush of desire, followed him in. She nestled up beside him on the sofa, and began kissing him lightly and nibbling his ear. Emboldened, she insinuated her hand inside his shirt and began to play with the hairs on his chest.
Ben felt a tingling sensation at the base of his cock as desire began to grow. He wanted to reach out and grab Sally, but somehow he just couldn't. Memories of all the nights he was turned down, the humiliations he suffered, just because he wanted her to do some little extra things any normal man and woman in love gladly do to each other. But no-she wouldn't. What did she know or understand about a man's feelings-a man's needs and desires? And now, here she was again, trying to wheedle him into making love-her way-Well, he'd show her.
"C'mon, let's go into the bedroom," he said gruffly, taking Sally by the arm.
* * *
She undressed and stood waiting for him and then, before she could think, Ben had grabbed her and shoved her down on the bed. Before Sally had a chance to say or do anything, her husband was over her, and clamping his palms against her thighs, he opened her legs wide. With scarcely a look at her moistened slit, framed by the soft curly hair of her pubic mound, he lowered his pelvis towards her quivering belly.
Sally didn't know what to do. She sensed Ben was angry at her for something but thought that maybe everything would be all right once they started making love. She ran her fingers through his thick curly head, and drew him slowly down on her.
She jerked back from the sudden contact of his swollen shaft as it penetrated her barely-lubricated vagina.
"Not yet, not yet!" she mumbled, half ashamed and half angry. But Ben didn't seem to hear. With one long thrust, he jammed his rigid cock into Sally's soft depths right up to the hilt, his balls giving a resounding smack as they slapped hard against the smooth white cheeks of her buttocks.
Bracing himself on his hands, which were planted on either side of his young wife's shoulders, Ben immediately began a sawing motion.
This will show her, he thought as he fucked savagely into her young quivering belly. This is the way she wants it, and by God, this is the way she'll get it. The pious Sally. Anything other than this is dirty, not normal, according to her. She thinks that all she has to do is whistle and I'll come running, to do things her way. Okay, we'll do it her way, he thought viciously, jamming his turgid member until it rammed her cervix and made her cry out with pain.
Sally, recovering from the shock of the pain in her vaginal depths saw with dismay that Ben was already ready to cum. She herself had barely begun to feel the first pinpricks of pleasure somewhere deep down. And now. It was all wrong! Why did Ben have to be so ... so brutish! Why couldn't they make love properly? Slowly and relaxed, like other people?
Ben's hips were now jerking faster and faster. He ground his penis deep into Sally, scarcely aware of her feeble responsive spasms. He felt the cum gathering force in his bloated balls, and with a sudden heavy heave and a long low grunt, he was there!! ! Again and again he pumped his milky white seed into her moist, throbbing cavern, until he finally stretched across her body, satiated and spent.
Tiny droplets of tears formed in Sally's eyes. Never had she felt so used. Did he think she was just a fleshy receptacle-without feelings or needs? Little eddies of humiliation flowed through her body. She looked at Ben's dark crisp hair resting on her breast, his flaccid penis now coiled helplessly against the balls. Perhaps he didn't realize-she hoped-that she wasn't ready. Maybe he'll want to do it again, afterwards, when he's rested. Yes, that's it, like that time last summer when they had done it five times, taking all evening. I'll just be patient and then when....
Ben stirred. Shaking his head, he rose unsteadily and began to reach for his clothes which lay rumpled on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Sally managed to stammer.
"I'm getting dressed-I'm going out," he answered coolly.
Sally was stung. She couldn't think and her throat had an arid cottony feeling. Tears rushed to her eyes and all she could say was a feeble "But. . . but..."
Without a backward glance, Ben strode out of the bedroom.
Anger welled up in Sally and galvanized her into action. She leaped from the bed and dashed after him. Heedless of her jiggling breasts and the thin trail of his sperm seeping down her naked thighs, she yelled:
"Well, Ben Hutchins, if you're not interested in me, there are others who are!! Don't expect me to sit at home by myself night after night. I'm going to get some fun!"
Ben whirled around white-faced. Convulsed with rage, he shouted back in a strangled voice:
"Just you try it-you bitch. Just you try anything. You'll regret the day you ever cheat on me!"
Slamming the door behind him, Ben stalked out to the car. Sally stood there.
"That day has come," she sobbed in the empty room, ... that day has come...." Mortified, she realized that even the carpenter, animal that he was, had made love to her better than her own husband!
CHAPTER 3
Sally bit her lip and after taking a deep breath, dialed the number. Half an hour had gone by since Ben had stalked out. Now, she had made up her mind. She had had enough; she was going to find out, once and for all, what was happening. She remembered Marie, the wife of Ben's best friend, Bill. She didn't particularly like Marie-she thought she was just a bit too shrewish, not to mention vulgar-always thinking of sex, making lewd remarks to Ben and her own husband. Once she had even seen Marie stroking Bill's crotch, right there in the living room! Still, if anyone would know what was going on, Marie would. Distasteful as the idea of asking her was, she no longer felt she had any other choice.
"Hello," a feminine voice briskly answered the phone.
"Hello, hello, Marie?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Sally-you remember, Ben's wife?"
Oh, Sally! HOW are you? I'm SO glad you called. I've been MEANING to call you. How are you?" she asked again.
"O-okay, I guess," Sally replied timidly. "In fact, I'm having a problem. That's why I called-I thought perhaps you could help me."
"Be glad to. What's troubling you?"
"Well, I don't know how to say this but-but it's about Ben." And suddenly it all tumbled out-all she had been feeling about Ben-his being away so much, never saying where he was going or when he would be back, his humiliating lack of interest. She even described her perfunctory performance of that evening, blushing as she remembered his barely concealed contempt of her, his disinterest in her body, the hurried manner in which he had shoved his penis into her and after a few short jerks, ejaculating-no preliminaries, no love talk. He had made it all seem so dirty-and Sally felt ashamed of herself for trying to arouse his interest by shamelessly flaunting her body at him.
When Sally finally finished, carefully leaving out any mention of her lewd scene with Dan, the carpenter, Marie said, "Tell you what, dear ... why don't you come over here and we'll talk about it over a cup of coffee-nothing like one gal to help another."
"Are you sure it's okay?-I mean-I'd really like to," Sally said quickly almost in tears.
"I'll put the coffee on right now, dear, and I'll expect you in fifteen minutes."
"Okay, Marie-it's ... it's very nice of you."
"Think nothing of it. See you soon."
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Sally pulled into the Spivak's driveway. The lamp on the porch was on and as she shut the car door, the front door was opened. Marie greeted her and gave her a little hug, and before she knew it, she was sitting in the living room and Marie was bustling around in the kitchen. In spite of her tribulation, Sally couldn't help noticing that the living room was small and overcrowded with not very good furniture, certainly not as nice as hers. Marie came briskly into the living room carrying a tray. She looked just the same as Sally remembered her-except that she seemed more wispy than ever-her short dark hair was just a little too curly and Sally could see the ridges of her panty girdle through her Bermudas. Still, there was something sexy about her, Sally had to admit, with her jaunty little breasts and swinging walk.
"Here we are," Marie said, setting the tray down. The coffee was instant, but it still tasted good, served in thick white mugs. Marie started chattering about this and that and Sally found herself beginning to relax, as she nestled back into the settee, which was comfortable, even though it looked shabby. The warmth from the coffee spread through her, causing her to flush slightly as in the beginnings of an orgasm, and she felt lulled into a daze by Marie's incessant chattering and the warmth of the room.
". . . So I think they are playing at more than just cards," Marie said triumphantly, breaking in on Sally's thoughts.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Sally stammered.
"Well, I don't know," Marie answered, leaning forward confidentially. "But I suggest we find out! I've had enough and I'm going to get to the bottom of it, once and for all."
Sally had to agree. After all, how many times had Ben walked out without even a word of explanation; how many times had he turned away from her coldly, saying that he was "too tired" to make love? Humiliation swept through her as she thought of those nights and, enthusiastically, she chatted conspiratorially with Marie about their plans.
* * *
The next evening Ben was in a terrible mood when he came home. He was sullen, wolfing down his dinner without a word. Then he mumbled something about having to go "out" and "cards" and the next thing Sally knew, the door had slammed behind him.
Just then the phone rang. It was Marie.
"I know where they're going," she said excitedly. "I heard Bill talking on the phone before he left! Meet me at the parking lot in front of Bookbinders Liquor Store, and we'll go in my car."
"But where.. . " before Sally had a chance to ask, the phone clicked. "Oh, well, I'll find out soon enough," she thought, philosophically, as she hurriedly put on a sweater and went out into the summer evening.
* * *
"It's to the house of a bachelor friend of theirs," Marie explained, as she drove expertly along the secluded country road. "He's a real Casanova. His name is Alec and he has some really wild parties, I understand."
"Perhaps they're really just playing cards tonight," Sally said, unable to believe that Ben would really go to a wild party.
"Don't kid yourself, honey. Tonight you are going-to get an eyeful!"
After driving along in silence for several minutes more, Marie continued:
"Here we are!"
She pulled into a space between a patch of trees, through which several lights could be seen shining.
"We'll park here," Marie said, "so they don't hear us. Don't make any noise."
They got out of the car, and then tiptoed along a narrow path. Sally shivered even though it was quite warm. She felt numb with shock and apprehension and all kinds of odd things were going through her head. They're probably just playing cards, a few of the boys, that's all, she kept saying to herself, over and over again. The moon was shining very brightly and suddenly she saw the outline of an old house up ahead-it looked just like the haunted houses in movies with the eerie light of the moon shining on it. There was a light coming from the lower left hand window.
Silently, they crept up to it, stepping into the flower bed and looking in-Marie at the right-hand corner and Sally at the left.
The scene that met her eyes was so unbelievable that Sally couldn't focus for a minute and had to blink her eyes several times in order to see properly. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. On the ceiling, on every wall. Marie and Sally looked at each other at the same instant. On Marie's face there was a wild smile and a dangerous glint in her eye. On Sally's face, shock, hurt and disbelief registered and nothing but bewilderment was visible in her soft eyes. Almost instantaneously, their eyes were drawn back to the strange scene.
At first, it seemed to Sally that there were dozens of naked people in the room, but she gradually realized that there were only four. Almost thankfully, she realized that Ben wasn't there. Perhaps-perhaps he didn't come here after all. Yes, that's it. Of course, he really was playing cards somewhere else. But what were these people doing here? Was this the kind of party that Marie was talking about? ... These two couples, in lewd postures ... surely this was an orgy of some sort. A feeling of disgust and horror came over Sally.
How could she and Marie stand here and watch these 'people! What was the world coming to that this sort of thing was taking place right here, only several miles from her home? She just couldn't believe it. And the looks on the faces of those two girls. Unadulterated lust! Sally thought, with a shudder, that the women must be prostitutes! What else could they be?
Sally was alternately fascinated and disgusted by the depraved sight. She wanted to run from the gruesome scene of naked bodies strewn shamelessly about in wanton abandon, but somehow she couldn't leave. Just at that moment, a door opened and a girl, wearing only stockings, a garter belt and high heels, with long blue-black hair, came into the room followed by Ben.
No, it couldn't be. ... It just couldn't be ... but it was-Ben! Sally dug her knuckles into her mouth to keep from crying out. How could he? How could he leave here, saying he was going to play cards, and come here to these ... THESE WHORES!
To her horror and shock, she saw that the dark-haired girl had taken Ben's half-erect penis in her hand and was playfully juggling his balls with the other. There was a smirk on his face and his eyes betrayed ill-concealed lust. Sally could stand no more. With a feeling of revulsion, she dashed back to the car.
Marie meanwhile barely noticed Sally leave. She was consumed by a mixture of lust and envy. She wished with all her heart that she could jump right in and join them. She would have to content herself with just watching ... this time. Watching the obscene postures brought a tingle to all her nerves. Shivers ran up and down her back and her own pussy began to throb. The fiery tingling between her legs had to be quenched. As if propelled by some unknown force, her hand slid under the hem of her dress and made its way rapidly up to her, by now, well drenched panties.
Completely oblivious of everything except her mounting passion, she parted the fleshy hair-lined lips of her sensation filled clitoris and with a sigh, found the acme of all her desire. She methodically caressed and pulled the throbbing button. As her desire increased, her finger even more desperately kneaded the blood-engorged clitoris.
A warm sensuous feeling flooded her entire body and with a low groan from her very depths, her hips went into short, jerky spasms, as she experienced a small but unfulfilling orgasm. With a sigh, she released her unsatiated cunt and once more turned her attention to the lewd scenes within.
By this time, the men had all changed partners. She first noticed Ben, who had changed places with Alec on the huge round bed. The blonde girl was still there, ready for Ben, who was grinning at her lasciviously. She arched her back up for a moment raising them both up off the bed, and reaching under her, pulled the thinly-haired nether lips apart, giving Ben's enormous rod greater contact with the pink flesh as it lay the full length of the quivering pink aperture. She undulated her body against him in a slow teasing movement, the sinews of her back and the tenseness of the cords in her thighs plainly visible. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, kneading the full white flesh of her ass between his insistent fingers and she pushed her willing crotch up tighter against him.
Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward and drove his enormous lust-hardened penis into the gaping hot mouth of her waiting vagina. He drove his large member fully into her until his balls slapped hard against the generous cheeks of her tightly contracted ass. Marie gasped when she sighted the blonde girl's face, contorted with convulsive agony and pleasure. She pulled her legs up tight until they were pressed into her large breasts and offered him the full opening of her upraised slit.
The two gleaming bodies slapped brutally-together, united at the loins. She started to cum, her hips jerking spasmodically, and just then, with an earth shattering surge, he too started to pump his milky fluid into her warm pink depths, jerking so forcefully that Marie thought he would never stop. Finally, he lay on his back beside the exhausted girl, his useless cock now deflated, still streaming with the sticky white cum which oozed from the girl's abused orifice.
Marie turned her fascinated gaze to Alec, saw him lift the buttocks of the red-haired girl and place her in a kneeling position on all fours. Deftly he parted the pink lips of her vagina and rotated his fingers around inside the pink folds, pressing his hand towards her buttocks so that her full, well rounded buttocks were pressed up against his waiting cock. Skewered as she was by the insinuating hand, the greedy girl boldly squirmed back against him dog fashion, begging for attention. Withdrawing his hand, now wet from the girl's own juices, Alec dug his fingers into the soft, undulating cheeks of her buttocks, kneading the smooth pliant flesh, the deep crease revealing the puckered brown ring of her anus.
He started probing the tight pink hole with his middle finger, thrusting this way and that until it was sunk past the second knuckle.
"Arrgh!" The girl squirmed as he widened and prepared her tight, vainly resisting rectum for the greater entry. With his other hand, he directed his hardened penis right into the tight hole. Bit by bit, he edged his way into the warm, rubbery depths of her rectum, she all the while wriggling towards him in an effort to speed the operation.
Even Marie, herself, watching in an ecstasy of lust, was amazed at the audacious girl and her total abandonment to the lewd act. With a gasp, she saw that he had sunk his huge member to the hilt in the salacious opening. After a moment he began thrusting his long hard strokes into the depths of her rectum. They began a natural rhythm, the girl's buttocks moving backwards and up to meet the up-thrust of his rod into her anus.
Wilder and wilder they became, the girl jerking from orgasm after orgasm, he plunging forward suddenly in a mad thrust, wildly ejecting his hot sperm into the grasping hole. Then they collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, cum already spilling from her widely expanded back passage.
Marie wished she could hear. But the storm windows were still up and the house was air conditioned, so she couldn't hear a word. She would love to have heard the moans and mewlings and would have reveled in the licking and sucking sounds going on all around. Then she noticed that the dark-haired girl was preparing to administer new delights to her husband.
The girl turned on her side toward him, and reaching out, began stroking his now limp, flaccid penis. Under her expert caressing, it imperceptibly began to stir amid the damp curls on his belly. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face just a few inches from his stiffening prick. Kneading his loose balls with her left hand, she grasped his already enlarging member with her left hand. Daintily, she flicked her tongue toward the tip of the member, where in the tiny opening, a drop of drying semen still glistened.
Expertly, she titillated the minute crevice with her darting tongue, making Bill shudder and squirm from the contact. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole bulbous head in her eager mouth. Eyes closed, she closed her lips firmly around the entire head, hiding it completely. Bill shivered from the delicious sensation, his hands writhing cruelly in her blue-black hair. Still massaging his shifting balls with her left hand, she dug her right hand into the tensely rigid flesh of his right thigh, all the while sucking and pulling on his frenzied cock.
Marie could see all the muscles of his pelvis contracting as he arched his back up off the floor, pushing his maddened gland further into the sucking depths of her mouth. Instinctively, Marie put her hand to her lips, almost feeling the engorged member in her own mouth, wondering how the girl managed to keep' from choking. But the contractions of her mouth continued, as she greedily pulled on his tormented member.
Suddenly, with spasmodic jerking, that made Bill's buttocks clench and unclench wildly, the hot sperm rushed into her rotating mouth. The girl's cheeks hollowed and filled alternately like a bellows, as she swallowed the milk-white nectar thirstily. She went on sucking hungrily until his exhausted cock finally deflated and fell from her still grasping lips. Finally, Bill fell back, arms and legs askew, and the girl lay down, contentedly, between his thigh, her head resting on the now flaccid penis.
Marie gazed at the satiated bodies strewn about on the floor. Her own body still tingled with frustrated desire. Still, it was obvious that there would be no more action there for a while. Tiptoeing, she retraced her steps and walked noiselessly back to the car and Sally. She had completely forgotten about her.
CHAPTER 4
"It's impossible ... it's just not true!" Sally sat motionless in the car as Marie drove back towards Tarrytown, her head reeling as shock and anger numbed her brain. Her whole world was tumbling down around her. All she could think about was Ben-Ben standing there, with that lewd smirk on his face as he watched that dark-haired girl fondle his penis!
"How horrible!" Sally gasped, not quite realizing she had said it aloud.
"Take it easy, honey," Marie offered perfunctorily, removing a hand from the steering wheel to pat Sally's thigh.
Sally was too numb to object when, moments later, Marie swung the car into the shopping center where she had picked her up a few short hours ago. She wished desperately that she had never agreed to go with Marie! And dimly in the back of her mind, the idea was forming that she was being punished ... and harshly ... for what had happened with the carpenter!
"Oh God!" she thought, "Oh God!"
Getting out of the car, Marie ushered her into the darkly lit lounge of the "Limelight"-a bar Sally had often seen but had never been in. Marie led the way to a dim booth, where as soon as they were seated, she ordered two Irish coffees.
"You'll like these. ... It's made of coffee with Irish whiskey added and whipped cream on top. Sort of a stimulant and relaxant at the same time. Bill and I couldn't stop drinking them at the Buena Vista in San Francisco when we were there last summer," Marie prattled on.
Sally tasted her drink, hardly knowing what she was thinking. Tears blinded her eyes. Her hands were trembling almost out of control. She turned her glass up and took a long swallow of the hot liquid trying to blot out the ugly pictures forming in her mind of her husband and that woman. But still the pictures formed and disappeared in her brain like cheap dirty movies. What had she done to deserve this? What had made Ben change from her loving, kind husband into the kind of monster who would engage in what she had just seen? The questions haunted Sally as she finished her drink and lay back against the soft cushioned seat, exhausted and drained by emotional stress.
Another glass replaced her empty one before she knew it and taking a few sips, she became conscious once more of Marie's voice, indignant and complaining.
"Oh, I can see Bill and the boys are having a good time alright-playing cards nothing! Going off like that, having fun and high jinks, leaving me at home to watch TV!"
As she talked, Marie got more excited, leaning her elbows on the table, her plump breasts pressed against the edge; her face lit up with an animated expression.
"What are you going to do?" Sally asked, somewhat fortified now by the soothing effect of the warm drink. She was postponing as long as she could the moment when she would have to ask herself the same question-and come up with some answers to her agonizing problem. But her trembling was gradually subsiding and she was grateful for Marie's suggestion of having Irish coffee. Taking a deep swallow, Marie answered:
"I'm going to lay it to him-straight on the line. He'd better include me in on the fun or else! No wonder he's too tired for me at night!"
Sally listened, horrified. She couldn't believe her ears. Was Marie actually envious of Bill? Did she want to join in with them in their depravity? It wasn't possible-but it seemed to be true!
Marie went on: "Of course, I can see Bill and the boys want to get some on the side-but why leave us out in the cold? While Bill's frolicking with those little bimbos, he leaves me home, twiddling my thumbs. But he's always been selfish about his fun-that time we were in Miami, he was playing around with that Cuban girl-no energy for fun and games at night. I didn't find out about it until we were back from vacation, and all along, I thought he was suffering from too much sun!! Yes sir! It's time he stopped and thought about me for a change!"
Sally was speechless. She stared at Marie, wide-eyed with horror. How could she-how could she sit there and talk like that so unfeelingly about her husband's unfaithfulness? Sally had never heard anything like it. She had never dreamed in all her life, in all her protected existence, that such things happened! Choking on her sobs, she dashed hurriedly into the Ladies' Room.
The door swung shut behind her and gazing quickly around, she made for a small chair and a counter that served as a dressing table in front of a mirror. She sat down and began to sob convulsively.
Her whole life was ruined, for within the past few days, she had not only committed adultery with a perfect stranger but her husband had turned into some kind of debased creature of the jungle. And God only knew what other licentious acts he had performed in that den of sin!
The full impact of everything was hitting home and her position seemed utterly hopeless. What was left for her now? Perhaps, after some time had passed, she and Ben could repair the damage to their lives ... but could she ever forget? She had groaned with lust under the carpenter. She, Sally, had really done that! Ben had deceived her-no longer wanted her-preferred that trashy whore to her! What had happened to the morals and standards by which she had been raised and thought every decent human believed in?
There was a sound behind her as Marie entered the Ladies Room and moved quickly toward Sally, putting a motherly arm around her.
"Relax, honey, it's all right. Everything will be all right," she crooned.
Overcoming her first feeling of revulsion at Marie's touch, Sally felt herself calming down under the soothing influence of her voice.
She allowed herself to be led back to the comfortable booth, where her numbed brain finally began to reason coherently.
Marie ordered two more Irish coffees and as Sally sipped the warm fiery liquid, it seeped down to the knot of fear and hurt in the pit of her stomach and went to work untying the fierce tangle. She slowly felt her whole body relax and although the knife of humiliation and shock still cut deep, she felt in a more rational frame of mind. Questions had been nagging in her brain.
"Marie," she queried timidly, "I ... I thought you loved Bill. Why do you want to have ... extramarital sex?" The prim words sounded strange, Sally knew, but she couldn't bring herself to phrase it in the vernacular.
"Of course I love Bill," Marie asserted. "But that doesn't stop me noticing and being attracted to, and hell, just plain wanting other men!"
"But what about your marriage vows? You promised to love, honor and obey. How-how could you be unfaithful to Bill? What-what about his infidelity? How can you stand it?" Sally blurted out the questions that were seething in her head. She had to know what the other woman thought-to test the extent of the insanity, the licentiousness of the world around her.
"Honey," Marie answered, after a pause. "Things have changed. The moral code as we knew it is different now. It's the 20th Century. If a husband and wife regard each other as exclusive possessions and sex as something dirty and degrading, they can never be happy with one another. Sex is natural and fun, and the idea that a possession is spoiled by someone else using it is outdated. I don't own Bill and he can do as he-likes but I only ask that he doesn't apply the double standard to me-the equality we women have earned should, must apply to all the basic freedoms, of which sex is one!"
Sally listened as if mesmerized. Marie's words churned frantically in her brain. The effect of the liquor was wearing off now and she only wished for the familiar comfort of her home.
Marie sensed her anxiety and suggested they leave. They left the "Limelight" and silently drove the few blocks home.
With a brief "thanks" and "good-night," Sally left the car and hurried into the house.
The house was empty. Ben was still at his "card game!" Sally groped her way through the darkened house, until she reached the bedroom. She tore off her clothes and after a moment's hesitation, locked the bedroom door. The thought of Ben's body beside hers in bed was repugnant to her. Exhausted and bereft of feeling, she threw herself on the bed. But sleep would not come.
She tossed and turned, panic and desperation catching her in their icy grip and casting her into chasms of desperation and despair. Images of lascivious scenes of wanton abandon coursed through her head, followed, without respite by thoughts of the moral decay of the people she knew and trusted.
Finally the severe emotional drubbing of her tortured mind threw her into a fitful sleep. Once asleep, stress would not relent. Nightmarish scenes passed into her shocked brain:
Ben's huge cock appeared blood red and bobbing like a wild thing above a writhing naked body. There was a smirk on his face, like the smirk he wore when fondled by that dark-haired slut. Her heaving panting body squirming and churning, grabbed for the naked genitals above her. Their bodies were on a large round table, around which were seated several naked men, nonchalantly playing cards. The face of the woman turns up. IVs Marie! Still grinning salaciously, Ben guides his ponderous prick into her wide-stretched vagina, both of them groaning and mewling with pleasure. And then suddenly Sally herself lay naked on the sofa, hands running up and down her hips and massaging her thighs. It's Dan!
Her body is glistening with sweat; shivers of excitement convulse her body; an intense throbbing is maddening her groin where Dan has spread the ragged pink lips of her moist cunt. Licking his lips lewdly, he presses his finger to the awakening button of her clitoris. Gasps of pleasure erupt from Sally's throat as he pulls and tugs at the engorged clitoris. His other hand explores the fleshy nether lips and plays around the moist pink opening of her cunt.
Excited by the insistent probing of Dan's finger in her twitching cunt and the bittersweet contact of his finger with her pulsating clitoris; and conscious of the lewd kissing and sucking sounds of Ben and Marie, Sally feels her climax building up.
She undulates her hips in time to Ben's thrusting into Marie, and as the fire in her loins builds, she pumps harder and harder, trying to impale herself on Dan's fingers. Ben and Marie, now bucking wildly are also beginning to cum, and Sally, losing all consciousness, except that of the burning fire of ecstasy engulfing her body, begins to spin, faster and faster like a dervish, colors exploding in her head. "Aaaaaaaaggghhh!" she shrieked. "I'm cuuummmmiiiinnnggg!! "
Twisting and flailing, Sally finally opened her eyes. She was sweating profusely, and the top sheet was twisted around her body like a rope. For a moment, she lay in a daze, but gradually the furniture in her room began to take familiar form.
Bewildered, she was aware of the just-dying tingled sensation in her body. She remembered her vivid dream and timidly put her hand down to the still quivering lips of her vagina. IT WAS WET!! !
Her pulsating clitoris was still engorged and a droplet of cum-juice trickled down her thigh.
"I ... I must have done it myself!" she said incredulously, the delicious erotic sensations fading rapidly now. But the evidence was clear!
"Oh God..." she thought, turning into her pillow, "what next?! "
CHAPTER 5
The next morning at seven-fifteen exactly, Ben woke up. For years now, he had awakened at that time like clockwork. He looked around groggily. "What the...." Then he remembered. He had spent the night on the living room couch. Coming home at three or so that morning, he'd been surprised to find the bedroom door locked. "Oh well! If that's the way she wants to play it," he had thought-he'd just as soon sleep on the sofa.
Now still half asleep Ben staggered into the bathroom. Surveying his bristly chin and bloodshot eyes, he leered into the mirror, thoughts of the previous evening dancing in his head.
"You old dog, you. Hell of a night you had yourself last night. Mmmmmmmmmm. No one, but no one can suck cock like that little Pepita. I didn't think it could get that big! And that big-boobed Flora! You really dug that white fuzz on top and dark below, didn't you? Heh, heh. You sure had yourself a time, you old bastard!! "
Running his electric razor over his harsh bristles, Ben flexed his shoulder muscles and looked appreciatively at his chest.
"Not bad," he mused. "Pity Sally doesn't appreciate me a little more! Of course, if she wasn't so damn strait-laced! "Oh, well," he sighed. "I guess she was angry because I stayed out so late again, especially after threatening her like that.
"Get someone else, indeed! That little bitch! She can't even take me on, never mind someone else."
Checking his watch, he hurried out of the house, reflecting that he'd probably get a Danish in town instead of breakfast. Just as well, the train station was only half a mile away. Maybe he'd catch a nap on the way into the city. This nocturnal activity sure tires you out, he chuckled to himself as he sprinted the last few yards to the station.
* * *
As the chimes from the church tower announced ten o'clock, Sally stretched. She blinked heavily as she groggily tried to clear her mind of blurred thoughts, thoughts of the wanton scenes she had witnessed last night, Ben's betrayal, her conversation with Marie and mostly-her lust inflamed dream. It was so vivid!
She shivered as she remembered her feverish desire-racked body entwined with the sheet ... the burning in her cum-drenched vagina.
Then she remembered Ben-and her vengeful act of locking the bedroom door. She realized that he had left, without even waking her or saying good-bye! He'd left as if ... as if nothing had happened the night before. How could he deceived her like that? Sally's feelings of remorse were slowly turning into a seething anger.
Unlocking the door, she heard the drone of the electric saw; the carpenter, Dan, was at work downstairs. He had let himself in with the key she'd given him at the beginning.
At first she was shocked that he had returned to the house after what had happened between them. But then, she remembered, he had told her he would! Suddenly, she was glad she had spent those moments of agonized pleasure with him-had she known then what she knew now she would have enjoyed it more! That bastard! Angrily, she jerked open the door to her closet.
She decided to put on just her light summer robe. ... It promised to be a hot day, and there was no excuse for getting all dressed up so early anyway.
She went into the kitchen and heated the remainder of yesterday's coffee and while pouring it, she was struck with the idea of emulating the Irish coffee she had tasted in the Limelight. Instead of the usual sugar and cream, she poured a liberal dash of Johnny Walker into the hot brew, and finished it off with whipped cream out of a squirt-can.
Walking over to the glass wall, she drank her strange coffee as she looked out on the summer morning. As she had hoped, the potent liquid calmed her; giving her a lightheaded feeling and whisking away the dark dour thoughts that had been mercilessly crowding in on her. She was conscious now only of the pounding of the hammer downstairs as she languished in the warmth of the morning sun streaming in.
Thoughts of Dan and how he had grabbed her, his urgent kisses, his passionate grasp on her thighs and their adulterous sex flicked through her mind. Images from her dream flooded into her head-Ben's huge cock waving menacingly over Marie; and Dan-Dan touching her, feeling her, bringing her to that delicious orgasm, just as he had done in real life....
She ran her tongue over her lips. Little needle points of desire erupted in her groin and sent tiny arrows of lust shooting up her flesh. Finishing the last of her coffee, she thought-she must stop those sensuous palpitations-banish those scandalous thoughts from her head! She must find something to distract her. Well, she'd just go downstairs and find out how the work was coming along-then she'd leave right away. After all, she was an adult, nothing would happen that she didn't really want to happen!
Determinedly, she went slowly down the basement steps. Dan was hammering away now on the bar in the corner. Spotting Sally, he stopped pounding and disconnected the power saw. He stared at her good-naturedly.
"I just wanted to see how you are getting on down here-I mean, how the work is progressing," she said thickly.
Sally blushed under his frank visual examination. What was she doing here?-she suddenly wondered! Thoughts of her obscene dream rushed unbidden into her flustered brain. Her nipples shot up, jutting out, and her labored breath betrayed her feelings.
Nothing of this escaped Dan's notice.
"God," he thought, "the bitch really is hot for it. Look at those boobs sticking out-I can almost smell her juicy cunt begging for it. She's not so stuck-up now."
Coming out from behind the bar, Dan placed his hand on her shoulder and pulling her further into the room, said in a low voice:
"Everything's coming along fine, baby, just fine."
Sally couldn't deny in her liquor-dazed brain that his touch sent a thrill through her, but that didn't change the fact that he had no right, no right at all to touch her. When he had taken her before, it had all been a mistake, a dreadful mistake. But the unaccustomed early-morning alcohol and the heat of the basement caused her to feel dizzy and she leaned for a moment against Dan's broad shoulder. It was nice to have someone to lean on ... Ben was hardly ever affectionate or comforting to her anymore! "Oh Ben," she thought mournfully.
Then suddenly, Dan's hand snaked around her and she felt her left breast being slowly massaged through the thin material of her robe.
Momentarily powerless to stop it, Sally could only utter a moan as Dan's hand darted inside her robe. His thumb worked the flowering bud and sent a shot of pleasure through her.
"Oh no, Dan-we can't do this. We must stop," she moaned. But she made no move to break away. It felt too good-and good was what she needed to feel now after so much hurt and pain! But still she couldn't let it go on, couldn't let this happen....
But Dan continued to play with her breast, sliding his hand up and down the silky material, making a peculiar twittering quiver begin between her legs. Her body stiffened in realization of her growing desire.
"Oh, stop it! Stop it! Please..."
"You want to fuck me? Don't you, baby?" he rasped hotly, his face inches away from hers. "You want to feel my cock stuffed into your hot little pussy again-don't you?"
"No, no," she pleaded, struggling.
Dan lowered his head and completely covered Sally's trembling lips with his. His tongue darted out and forcing its way past her tightly clenched teeth probed around inquisitively. Against her will, her body responded as his flicking tongue sent tremors through her. He pressed the entire length of his body against hers, forcing her pelvis to rub against the bulge of his growing cock.
"Stop, Dan! Oh, please stop!" she whined, squirming to elude his grip.
Dan said nothing but ground her face to him in a hot consuming kiss. His hand began to fondle the tense cheeks of her fleshy buttocks, while his other hand squeezed mercilessly at her throbbing nipples.
Oh why had she come down here? Bid she knew why. ... She had wanted this-wanted to feel his hand on her ... wanted him to kiss her, to love her....
Dan's hands now roamed all over her whole body, touching her breasts, her thighs, her hips through the thin material of her robe. Her whole body felt inflamed with livid sensations; her mind blanking out all thoughts of disgust and the wanton craving beginning to take over completely.
"Oh yes! His hands felt so good ... so very, very good." And she was free now, wasn't she? Freed by Ben's whoring! She'd do what she liked now and no one could say anything!
A soft moaning escaped Sally's lips as an agonizing sensation engulfed her. Dan smiled down at her and led her behind the bar, where drop-cloths were spread out on the floor.
In a daze of pleasure, Sally allowed herself to be led. She felt Dan gently push her down on the soft cloths and in a trance, she ran her hands up and down her body in unadulterated arousal.
Dan knelt down beside her. His wet active tongue planted burning, slathering kisses along her face and neck. Mewling and sighing, Sally twisted about in a sex-hungered craze. His fingers began to deftly untie the belt of her robe. Desperately trying to preserve the last vestiges of her dignity, she moaned:
Ignoring her pleas, Dan opened Sally's robe and gasped in appreciation of her magnificent body. It was better than he remembered! He slowly fingered the silken rich recesses of her cunt, sliding his fingers over the hair-covered ridges and burrowing deeply, finding the already enlarged clitoris. With a small moan and a shiver, Sally involuntarily spread her legs, raising her hips up so he could finger fuck her at will. Then, brusquely, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to smother his face with a torrent of hot passionate kisses. Slowly, surely, Dan continued to test the moist folds of her hotly aroused opening with his thick fingers. He flicked steadily at the engorged swell of Sally's quivering clitoris until she began to groan from the exquisite pleasure racing through her tormented body.
"Christ," Dan thought, "I didn't think she was that hot. Look at her go! I've never seen anything like it. I'm going to enjoy nestling my cock in that little belly today! Oh, what a baby!"
Through the fog of sensual desire, the repressed pangs of guilt and horror at what she was doing pushed again into Sally's brain. This is wrong ... wrong ... wrong. ... But maddened by Dan's probing middle finger, Sally could only abandon herself to the uncontrollable rising tides of ecstasy.
Dan parted the sensitive swollen lips, fleshy with desire, and revealed to his gaze the maddened clitoris. Unconsciously, Sally flexed her damp pussy to the warm air, luxuriating in her own wetness, created by her overpowering lustful desires.
Once more, thoughts of where she was and what she was doing triggered a final wild objection. Even if Ben was untrue, she knew that would never really be an excuse for her to behave this way!
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried wildly, pushing against his sweat-soaked shirt. "I've changed my mind"
"Changed your mind, hell! Goddammit!" Dan swore, continuing his illicit probing of her sensitive cunt.
"It's too late, baby! I'm going to fuck you again, whether you like it or not I"
His fingers plunged suddenly lower, and parting the soft vaginal lips, thrust upward without warning.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she cried out at the sudden pain.
"D'you want me to tell your husband how you led me on, not once, but twice, coming down here, half naked ... reeking of drink?" he taunted.
Sally realized it was true. She tried to adjust to the mass of his fingers plunging inside her tender pussy and it was too late to turn back. There was nothing she could do to stop him now. Nothing. She was at his mercy. The thought unexpectedly sent a thrill of desire through her, and Dan wriggled his hand around inside the tightness of her stretched cunt. Her dream of the night before came back to her ... her hot passion as she writhed beneath the handsome carpenter's touch-the impelling flame of sensation in her groin-her shattering-only too realistic-orgasm.
She had no will left at all! Her hips ground up, inviting Dan's hand to dig deeper. All resistance left her; her body reacted uncontrollably to his attentions; a low purr of consent escaped her lips, signalling the total surrender of her body. His fingers were driving her crazy!
Dan smiled to himself in triumph; now he had this proud bitch right where he wanted her. Soon he was going to shove his cock into her and screw her within an inch of her life. Before he was through, she'd be crawling to him on her knees, every day if he liked, begging for more ... and, by God, she'd get it.
Sally moaned beneath him as the electrifying jolts of Dan's kneading fingers seethed through her. Now he began to run his tongue along the luscious contours of her tensely excited body-flicking and rolling his tongue over her rock-hard nipples, moving wetly down her rising and falling diaphragm, down to her tight little navel, where it darted playfully, finally coming to rest in the damp curly mass of pubic hair.
Dan transmitted the pleasure he sensed in Sally's body to her and she began to run her hands over her perfect creamy breasts, her smooth rounded hips, her satiny quivering inner thighs. Writhing lewdly, she derived a strangely decadent kind of pleasure-deliciously evil-from this frank and shameless appreciation of her own body. Random pictures of Ben flashed through her mind but she pushed them away and opened her eyes.
She stared at the man kneeling by her side. He was hurriedly flinging off his shirt, unbuckling his work coveralls, a wide salacious grin contorting his face as he released his huge, blood-engorged penis. It seemed so big!! She looked at his huge chest-covered in reddish hair, all the way to his corpulent cock. Renewed tinglings of desire began to awaken her momentarily-dormant senses. She purred as he moved his tongue down her trembling body with wild licking strokes, until his head stopped just above her widespread thighs.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me! Tell me!" he demanded.
The crude words excited Sally. A vision of Ben flicked through her mind. Ben standing there, with that dark-haired slut! Suddenly, she was glad! Yes, glad! It served him right! He deserved it. She would get someone else, just like she had threatened.. . .
"Yes, I want you to fuck me," she clenched her teeth and ground out defiantly.
"Say you want my cock in your cunt?" he moaned.
Sally balked at the crude, obscene words. Her innate repulsion to obscenity held her back.
"Say it! Say it!" he screamed.
Then, his very brutality sent a strange obscene thrill through her.
"I want it," she whispered hesitantly, her face burning with shame. "I want your cock in me ... in my cunt."
"Then-put-it-in," he commanded.
Hesitating only a moment, she grasped his huge gargantuan prick and guided it to the lubricated opening. She groaned in protest at the first pressure of his drive past the hair-lined cunt lips through the elastic opening of her tightly resisting pussy. Then, with a sudden lurch, he ground upward and buried his mammoth hardened cock to its hilt in her soft yielding belly. Without waiting a moment, he slowly eased it outwards, then jammed it back in again.
"like it?" he spat in contemptuous passion.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, twitching and writhing her whole naked torso in complete carnal abandonment beneath his pounding body.
She was past the threshold now. All concern for her dignity as a married woman was washed away in the certainty that this-this was all that mattered ... this and revenge, hurting Ben as much as she could.
Reaching under her, he cupped the smooth ivory orbs of her buttocks in his strong hands and pulled her up towards his cock. She raised her now lust-crazed crotch against his loins, hungrily opening for more and more. Her legs jerked and flailed on either side of his skewering rod as she mewled with bliss from the intense sensation. There was nothing now except returning thrust for thrust the wild fucking this man who was not her husband was giving her. Faster and faster he thrust into her as she squirmed hopelessly lost beneath him.
"Ohhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhh ... AAA-AAAAAGGGGGGGG!! ! " she cried as his surging penis filled her insides.
Dan's mouth spread to a wide ecstatic grin as he felt the wet slippery walls of the young housewife's cunt enfolding over his throbbing penis, sucking at it with the clenching muscles of her rising desire. He sighed, his mouth wide open as he slid deeper and deeper into her fiery passage until he completely filled her. He could feel her whole body twitching underneath him as he began to stroke rhythmically, feeling the hard contact of her pelvis smacking into his as he drove his prick again and again in and out of her firm young body.
"Oh God ... you feel tight around it.. . " Dan groaned his pleasure..."fantastic!..." as his cock struck bottom and Sally's ass jerked up under him at the swift thudding impact. Her calves locked hard against his back, pulling him even further into the hot cavern between her legs. The grasping mouth of her pussy wrapped snugly around his straining member, the strong vaginal muscles rippling along the hardness of it.
Sally gasped for breath as she drove herself toward a frenzy of sexual desire, using every muscle in her tortured body to meet the demands of Dan's cock as it sank relentlessly in and out of her aching cunt. She dug her fingers into his back in an attempt to pull him even deeper into the already stretched cavern that ached with a dazed desire for him.
"Harder..." she begged. ". . . More ... give me more ... MORE!"
Dan skewered hard into her widespread cunt, forcing his long cock to go deeper still and at the same time, he pulled her buttocks up higher, twisting them around savagely so that he could slap his balls up against them as the blunt cudgel of his cock possessed her. He enjoyed the idea of completely subjugating and fucking another man's woman. It seemed to make it feel even better and he was getting a sense of power out of Sally's long low moans of mixed pain and pleasure. His hips ground down onto her as with long smooth strokes, he pistoned like a maniac into her upturned pussy. He was determined to fuck her within an inch of her life!
Sally rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. She and Dan were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged magically together by their lovemaking. He had crawled into her and now he was a part of her!
Dan could hardly contain himself as he felt her pelvis screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her pink hair-lined slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffeting her soft fleecy down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of his cock deep into her warm white belly.
Sally moaned in an unending series of sounds under his pounding assault and he knew he was getting the effect that he wanted as she desperately opened and closed her legs around his back. An exquisite pleasure grew as the silken sheath of her vagina slid back and forth over his thrusting penis and the lewd slapping sound their naked bellies made against each other each time he slammed her to the floor echoed throughout the room.
"Don't stop ... don't stop..." she cried out. It felt so good ... she wanted it to go on forever ... she wanted him smashing her, crushing her into the floor, filling her burning cunt so fully that she could hardly bear it. Her face was twisted in a lewd expression of carnal lust as Dan's chest hairs skidded again and again over her delicate skin and his cock beat harder and harder inside her ravaged pussy.
"You're one hot little bitch!" he murmured under his breath..."hot little bitch..."
He had to cum soon, he knew it. But he wanted her cumming at the same time. He began ramming his prick into her still harder. Sally gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts and he knew that she was approaching her orgasm. He continued the merciless thrusting of his cock with all the strength he possessed.
Sally's eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
"Oh God ... YES ... YES ... YEEEE-EEESSSSSSS ... IIIIIIIIIMMMMMMM-CCCUUUUUMMMIIIIIIIINNNGGG...."
And suddenly her orgasm reached her, strangling her words in her throat as each hidden recess of her cunt was caught up in the mushrooming explosion. Her heaving breasts quivered against him as the wide open plane of her pussy received the buffeting of his loins. Faster and faster he pumped into her, slamming deep into her orgasm, driving her into an obscene jerking frenzy.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh ... aaahhhhhhh ... AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH...! " as her soul searing orgasm crashed around her, racking her body with great convulsive sobs. Dan groaned as he felt her coming apart beneath him. He was at the breaking point ... no longer able to take her twisting and screaming ... her tight, gushing pussy sucking him dry. He felt the warm gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against her as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs. And then the great swirl of heat which was building in his testicles became unbearable and he gasped over and over until the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock, spewing hot thick streams into her hungrily sucking cunt in a seemingly never ending spray of hot scalding sperm.
Satiated, they lay panting on the floor. Sanity gradually returned to Sally as the waves of passion receded. She remembered where she was and whose thick penis still lay imbedded in her vagina.
Different thoughts mingled in her head. Shame and mortification lingered, but were driven out by other, newer thoughts.
Now, at last, she knew what real passion was; the floodgates of her sensuality had been opened and her long pent-up emotions released. She had Dan to thank for this. Dan-not her husband, Ben.
A feeling of triumph encompassed Sally Now she was even with him for his neglect, his indifference, his women!
Sally smiled maliciously to herself, as she felt Dan's deflated penis begin to gain in girth deep inside her still quivering vaginal walls.
Her hand went up to his neck, softly stroking as her tongue slipped into Dan's ear.
"Again, darling," she whispered. "Can you fuck me like that again?"
CHAPTER 6
It just doesn't seem right! Sally thought. She was standing in front of the house, waiting for Dan to come and pick her up. It was one of the times when she was really glad they didn't have any close neighbors. It seemed odd to her that only yesterday, she had succumbed to Dan's charms to the extent that she would agree to spend the day with him in the country. But now she was having second thoughts about the whole thing. He was a few minutes late and she didn't like the idea of standing out there waiting for him. Ben had left for work a short while before and she had been sure that he would notice something different about her, but, in his usual blind manner, he had gulped down his breakfast and departed hastily without so much as a goodbye kiss! Just thinking about it now, with the light summer breeze rippling her pleated skirt, Sally became angry all over again.
Well, she'd just wait for Dan until he arrived ... she deserved a nice day in the country ... and perhaps they would have a chance to make love again. She blushed at the memory of his body entwined with hers, and how she had loved it, even begged for more. Well, she was certainly getting even with Ben ... the louse! By the time Dan had left, Sally was beginning to think she might be falling in love with him ... but was that possible, she wondered now, scanning the distant corner for his pick-up truck ... surely she still loved Ben. He was her husband after all, even if he was unfaithful! For a moment, she tried to envision Dan as a husband ... but that was ridiculous ... his position in the world was not nearly equal to Ben's ... if she were to marry him, she'd be a carpenter's wife! Suddenly, she laughed out loud, for at the exact moment that the familiar voices of the song "If I Were A Carpenter" entered her head, Dan's truck turned the corner, and she could see him waving to her. She waved back and smiled, blushing again like a bride-she had a lover! A real honest-to-goodness lover. She pulled the handle down and climbed into the truck, a surge of excitement rushing through her as she settled herself down beside Dan, and he stepped on the accelerator and took off for the highway entrance.
"It's gonna be a wonderful day, beautiful lady," he said to her after several miles of silence. "I'm taking you up to a little inn that an old pal of mine has ... it's kind of nice ... he's got a restaurant with good Italian food, and you can eat outdoors if you want to ... you'll really dig it, I think."
"I'm sure I'll love it," Sally answered, casting a sideways glance at Dan's handsome features. Something stirred in her loins as she watched his powerful hands on the wheel of the truck.
"Mmmmmm," she crooned to herself. It was going to be a wonderful day!
She felt freer than she had ever been ... an adult woman who could control her destiny, do as she pleased, without worrying about what people would think! It was her life, after all, wasn't it? Maybe Marie was right after all, she thought as she watched the scenery whizzing by. A woman needs a little excitement as much as a man ... if not more so! This certainly was better than sitting at home listening to the sound of the automatic dishwasher in the kitchen, or watching those silly soap operas on TV, worrying about whether or not Ben was going to come home for dinner! Tonight he could stay out as long as he liked ... she didn't intend to cut short one moment of her pleasure for him!
After about an hour's drive, Dan slowed down at a stop light and made a right turn off the highway.
"There it is," he pointed.
Sally saw that they were approaching a wooded glade with lanterns slung in the trees. Chairs and tables dotted the area and a charcoal burner stood beside a big white house.
The truck came to a jerking halt in front of the house and Sally noticed that in one of the windows hung a sign for Millers Beer. Dan came around and helped her down and they entered a screen door at the side.
"Why, it's a bar!" Sally said, delighted.
"Sure! Sit down in the booth there. I'll look around and see if I can find Eddy ... he's got to be here somewhere!"
The place was completely deserted, being only about 10:30 in the morning. Sally watched as Dan disappeared behind a curtain that seemed to lead into another room. After a few moments, she heard a lot of whooping and hollering, and then the curtain parted and Dan returned with a thin, nice-looking man.
"Any friend of Dan's is a friend of mine," he declared, loudly, bending to kiss Sally on the cheek. "My humble abode is yours ... how about a drink?"
"So early?" Sally asked, looking at Dan.
"Sure," Dan answered. "Why not? We can't hurt old Eddy's feelings, can we? Besides, I bet you haven't even put the coffee pot on yet, have you, buddy?"
Eddy laughed and went behind the bar.
"What'll you have?"
Dan squeezed into the small booth beside Sally and let his hand rest lightly on her thigh. Sally could feel the warmth of his hand seeping through the material of her white skirt to the skin of her naked thigh beneath.
"What'll it be, baby?" he said, gazing lustfully into her eyes.
"Something sweet," she answered, trying to ignore the thrills racing through her in-sides ... his nearness, the touch of his hand, his eyes ... the sound of his voice ... everything about him was making her behave like a schoolgirl!
"A daiquiri," she decided.
"One dac coming up!" Eddy cried and began to mix and pour.
After a great deal of dramatic shaking, Sally was presented with a frosty glass filled to the brim with the potent rum drink. Eddy served Dan a bourbon on the rocks and brought his own favorite, beer, over to the table. He sat down facing the couple and he and Dan were soon deep in conversation.
Sally listened with half an ear to the man-talk, all about baseball teams and bowling leagues-things she'd never been interested in. The thing that was taking up most of her thoughts was this strange warmth spreading throughout her body. Dan's thigh was pressed tightly against hers now, and he moved it ever so slightly from time to time, and now his free hand was holding hers, while they both continued to drink from their glasses. Her hand seemed to be filled with electricity as he held it, and Sally could barely stand the torture of sitting there beside him, as though nothing were happening. Once she glanced at the clock ... she could hardly believe that it wasn't yet noon! Here she was, tipsy already from her second daiquiri ... after all, she hadn't had any breakfast at all ... and it was broad daylight outside! It was really deliriously wicked!
Her reverie was broken by the realization that someone had mentioned food. Eddy excused himself and went into the back where the kitchen was.
"Fix yourselves another drink while I'm gone," he called behind him.
As soon as he had left, Dan put his arm around Sally's waist and drew her to him, kissing her hungrily on the lips. She responded fervently, answering each thrust of his tongue with one of her own. His hands moved rapidly up to her breasts, exploring the tender protrusions that swelled her sheer dacron blouse. He cupped her large melons in his hands, teasing and playing with them until Sally thought she would go crazy. She gasped lustily for breath between kisses, the lower half of her body beginning to squirm from the mounting excitement. The fire between them grew wilder, and they became more daring as they sucked thirstily and with complete abandon at each other's mouths. Dan moved one hand down to Sally's leg, and began pulling up the fabric of her skirt until her soft skin lay exposed to the flat of his hand. Rapidly his hand moved up until he reached the elastic of her panties, where pausing but an instant, his thumb slipped under the stretching leg band and the rest of his hand penetrated the warm secret area down between her thighs, fumbling upward to insert nervous fingers into the moist hair-lined slit of her pussy. His thick fingers moved effortlessly into the narrow cleft, causing her to jump from the searing contact. Sally's eyes were now tightly shut as she received the buffeting lashes of Dan's tongue against her open mouth.
"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered as the intruding fingers spread the soft flesh of her cunt, and slithered about in the delicacy of her hidden genitals. A groan of excruciating pleasure escaped Sally's lips as Dan's hand moved further down, and two fingers slid into the almost unbearably excited pit of her vagina.
"Oh darling!" she cooed, "DARLING!! '
The fingers rose higher, so that she was forced back against the seat of the booth. But it was wonderful, this forbidden touching this steady caressing of her sensitive vaginal folds, as his hand rotated about in an odd rhythm, rummaging against her straining cunt. Her hips began to buck and twitch against his hand as the liquor sent wave after wave of dizziness through her head, releasing any scruples she might have had about abandoning herself to completely in a semi-public place!
"Are you gonna cum for daddy?" Dan whispered hoarsely into her ear...."Are you gonna cum?"
"Oh, yes ... yes.. . " she answered, widening her thighs, and wriggling her hips lewdly..."YES..."
"Well, here we are ... eggplant parmigiana, hot from the oven...." Eddy was .halfway into the room before he realized that he was interrupting the torrid scene in the empty bar.
Sally squealed and pulled away from Dan brusquely. She felt cold air replacing the wetness of his hand in her pussy. Rapidly clamping her legs together, her hands instinctively flew up to adjust her hair.
"Oh my God!" she said..."What have we been doing?" And now it didn't seem possible that she had allowed herself to do such a vulgar thing. Her face burned with shame as Dan called Eddy back into the room. She shifted about nervously and refrained from looking up from the table when the two steaming platters of baked eggplant were placed in front of them. She couldn't understand what had happened to her! It was so wet between her legs ... it felt so obscene ... and it seemed as though Eddy could tell how it felt down there. She could tell that the two men were exchanging knowing glances, but she didn't dare to look up at them.
She heard Eddy saying, "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone ... Buon Appetitto! ... You know where everything is, pal ... make yourself at home!" He left the room chuckling to himself and there was a brief silence until Dan finally spoke.
"Aren't you hungry, babe?" he asked. Eddy makes the best eggplant in the state!" He began to dig into the hot platter.
Slowly, Sally's natural color was returning to her face.
"I ... I don't know what got into me!" she stammered.
"Oh, forget it, beautiful. ... Eddy and I are like brothers ... he's seen more than that. . . uh, I mean ... well, it's not like he was some stranger walking in ... besides, we weren't really doing anything!" This last was spoken with a mouthful of food as he gestured Sally to begin.
The eggplant was delicious, but Sally felt trembling all over. Noticing that there was still some of her last drink left, she finished it off and decided to ask for another. Perhaps it would help to calm her nerves.
When they had both finished eating, Sally had persuaded herself with the help of another daiquiri that Eddy's inopportune entrance didn't really matter at all. She was beginning to feel good again ... lulled into a relaxed, sensual state. The climax she had almost reached seemed to be lurking in her belly, waiting to be brought out by Dan's deft touches.
"There are bedrooms upstairs, you know," Dan said.
"Oh!" Yes, she supposed that she had, of course, known that. . . yet it seemed like an almost new idea. The reality of the rooms had been suddenly affirmed and Sally felt oddly anxious.
"Come on..." Dan said, pulling her up. "Bring your drink with you."
She followed him, somehow grateful that he hadn't asked her any questions about whether or not she wanted to go with him. This way, it was he who was insisting and what she considered her unnatural desire remained an open secret between them. They went behind the partitioning curtain and up a flight of stairs. Sally could hear movements in another part of the big house, and she assumed it was Eddy, and maybe his family, going about their daily activities. After climbing to the second floor, Dan turned down a dark hallway as though he had been there many times before and led her into a medium-sized room. Once inside with the door closed and locked behind them, Dan allowed her not a fraction of a second to compose herself. Instantly his hands were tugging at her clothes, pulling them off without prelude.
"Oh Dan," she squealed as she felt first her blouse and then her skirt coming off ... then her bra was undone, and her large breasts sallied into view, their nipples hard and firm like little pebbles.
"Oh look at those two babies..." he said, lowering his face to bury it in the soft pink flesh. He clasped her up toward him so that the twin balloons of sensitivity were crushed against his face, and at the same time he slipped her panties off her hips, letting them fall down to her feet.
Sally's pale white buttocks moved beneath his flexing fingers as Dan let his tongue slip over the round chunks of her nipples, then down the underside of her breasts. Before Sally quite realized what was happening, the slightly rough edge of Dan's tongue was moving along her lower chest and then along the line leading to her belly button. It swirled inside the dark little hole and then continued until it was touching the soft pubic curls surrounding her cunt.
"No!" she said softly ... and then "NO!" louder, pushing him away.
Dan stood up, misunderstanding. "O.K., honey, you want to do it right-we'll get on the bed. We've never done it properly yet anyway!"
He picked her up and carried her to the edge of the bed, dropping her gently down on the chenille spread. Then he began to get undressed, never once removing his eyes from Sally's magnificent nakedness.
Sally lay back, observing the lust in Dan's eyes. It felt a little like watching a movie ... but she was there in a strange bedroom, waiting for her lover to make love to her. And she wanted him to ... she realized that she wanted it very badly! She was glad though, that he had stopped before, when she'd told him. She had been sure he was going to try to do that dirty thing with his mouth that Ben had wanted to get her to do. Well, at least he knew now how she felt about that. Now they could get down to the business of making love the regular way!!
Sally was only dimly aware of what was happening when Dan, now completely nude, knelt on the bed before her. He had spread her legs wide with his hand and was gazing at the smooth pink orifice nestled between her open thighs. His every look made her feel wanted and loved. Then, he dropped his head and she was not prepared to feel the obscenity of his lips pressing against her lower belly ... having expected him to enter her almost immediately with his rampant member. Now the tender probing of his tongue pressed against the deep split of her pussy, parting the pale blond pubic hair, until the entire lubricated area was exposed to the tip of it.
"Dan, what are you doing?" she cried out, attempting to rise.
But he pushed her back down; holding her torso firmly with one hand while his mouth continued its salacious activities. Her hands went down to his head and she tried to pull him away, but it only seemed to make things worse. The more she fought, the more he seemed to be determined to put her through this terrible ordeal.
"It's unnatural," she kept thinking...."No ... it isn't right ... IT'S ALL WRONG!" she finally screamed at him.
"Oh shut up!" he answered, holding her firmly.
Her screeching infuriated him ... all because he was sucking her pussy! Some broads were nuts! Well, he was going to do it, whether she liked it or not; in fact he was going to do it until she liked it!
His hands pushed the insides of her thighs so that she was forced to spread her legs still wider.
"This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me" Sally thought. "He's crazy ... he's insane!" The feel of his wet mouth against her clitoris sent correspondingly wet chills through her entire system ... it was disgusting! But she was helpless to stop him. She couldn't very well scream so loud that Eddy would come running ... or, worse still, Eddy's wife, if he had one! That would be too much to take, to be caught like this with Dan's mouth down between her legs.
His mouth was now moving slowly, torturously over the silken pink flesh of her genitalia, exploring every little nook and cranny, sliding back and forth lewdly. Sally finally ceased struggling, her eyes now closed in unwilling resignation. Well, she thought, she had decided to enter the world of adultery, and this is what it had brought her ... this horrible perverted act!
A low groan came from deep inside her throat and then Dan began to suck softly at Sally's exposed clitoris. He looked at it first, and enjoyed the sight of the little red bud jerking tremulously so close to his face. Then he attacked it, sucking wildly after a slow start, licking greedily at the same time. She would not be able to resist this, he knew!
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh," Sally cried, tears streaming down her face.
A gigantic wave of lust spread through her in spite of the hideousness of what she was being put through.
"Oooohhh, I can't," she moaned, "I can't!" But it was true. She was beginning to arch her back up, and her entire body was being swamped with unwanted sensations of desire. She felt completely humiliated, like one of the common tramps her husband had been with ... she knew they probably did this all the time. But the intense heat inside her ravaged pussy created violent shudders that made Sally know they were not the only ones capable of enjoying this lewd act.
A perverse streak of excitement coursed between her legs and shot straight up into her vagina. Suddenly she was flailing her legs out even wider than before in a complete gesture of abject surrender.
"Oooooohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh!" she seethed. Why not give in to it? It was too late to stop now. She had gone to the furthest extent of depravity, and now she was being literally devoured by its flames.
"MNNNNNNGGHHH!" she moaned as the now overwhelmingly delicious ripples of pleasure continued to control her.
Her thighs were pulled up and back now so that Dan had more room to work in, and he could feel that Sally's entire body was covered with a light film of perspiration. She quivered and wailed a low cry of rutting lust as he gave her everything he had, shaking his head about in her widespread cunt, teasing, twisting, pulling, licking the gem-like area of her ragged straining tissues.
"Oooooooohhhhh! IT'S WONDERFUL!! WONDERFUL!! " she screamed all at once. "Oh Dan ... don't stop ... don't ever stop. ... Oh! ... Oh! . : . IIIII'M CUMMING! DAN, I'M CUMMING ... DARLING ... DO IT DO IT DO IT MORE ... MOOOOR-RREEEE!! "
CHAPTER I
Lingering at her vanity table, Sally ran a brush idly through her hair. She felt good and she looked it. Her silky hair framed her face like a golden curtain, and fell smoothly over the frothy shoulders of her negligee. She smiled at herself in satisfaction.
Yes, there was no denying it. She was a new woman now-her newly discovered sexual freedom giving her a sense of power, of lustiness. After just a short week of complete ecstatic surrender to Dan, the chains of inhibitions that had tightly bound her had slipped away, leaving a passionate, mature woman. Lord! She had never known such feelings could exist. She felt little wisps of pleasure floating along the soft flesh of her inner thighs at the thought of Dan's granite-hard cock; the tiny slit at the top palpitated with moisture. The last week had been un-like anything she'd ever known. She and Dan had abandoned themselves completely to their desires-spending hour after delirious hour discovering, exploring their bodies and new ways of enjoying them.
Now she waited impatiently for Dan's signaling tap on the back door. Although the playroom had been completed several days before, Dan still came over right after Ben's departure for work. Neither of them could do without their erotic matinee meetings, and Dan usually stayed until early afternoon since he was currently between jobs. Bitterly, Sally thought about Ben. He hadn't noticed anything-why should he? He hadn't attempted to touch her sexually since that awful night when they had threatened each other and she was glad of it! She was getting much better sex elsewhere than she had ever had with her husband!
"And he thinks he's so hot! Hah!" she muttered to herself.
Then, there it was, the knock she'd been waiting for. Jumping up, Sally ran to meet her lover, excitement already rising in her loins.
* * *
Not more than an hour later, Ben whistled as he walked up the driveway. He had left some important papers in his desk and was returning to retrieve them. But what's that truck doing here, he frowned, looking at the muddy green pick-up parked in front of the house. Ah, he remembered that Sally had told him about hiring the carpenter to do the playroom. I guess he has some finishing to do down there, he reasoned. He had to admit that the new den looked good. Very cozy-he wouldn't even mind staying home a night or two now and spending some time down there. Sally had changed too, in the last two weeks. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she seemed somehow more sure of herself-sexier even. Maybe she'd still be in bed, he thought. It had been a while since he'd given her any-she ought to be good and ready! The idea of having morning sex with his wife seemed oddly stimulating as Ben let himself in by the front door.
"Good!" he said, when he saw she was not in the living room or the kitchen. He started toward the bedroom door, his cock already rising in anticipation of Sally's tight blonde young pussy wrapped around it. On the floor, by the door, lay a pair of panties.
"What the...? " he puzzled. Then he heard the sounds coming through the door.
"Aaaahhh! Do it! Do it! ... Harder, honey!
"Oooooohhhh Fuck me, lover!! "
Ben's heart stopped. He cracked the door a few inches and peered in. His head whirled in disbelief at the sight that met his eyes ... Sally bucking and jerking like a wild-woman, under the savage thrusting of another man-the carpenter-judging from the work clothes strewn on the floor. Her head lolled back in wanton abandon, her arms and legs splayed wide, knees sawing in and out as she writhed beneath the expertly skewering prick. Her long blonde hair fanned out behind her on the pillow and her mouth gaped open lewdly.
"It can't be" Ben groaned, his knees weakening beneath him. His eyes stared fixedly as his wife mewled with continuous pleasure while the carpenter's huge ghastly cock sawed unceasingly in and out of her grasping cunt. Now her hands tangled themselves frantically in his sandy hair and her legs locked around his neck as she shoved her willing crotch further up onto his monstrous meaty member.
Ben's first impulse was to dash in and rip them apart but after a moment's confused wait, bitter anger possessed him and a cruel streak within him, one that demanded primitive revenge, asserted itself.
"The goddamn little whore-the dirty bitch!" he thought, pulling the door shut quietly so as not to alert them.
"She never put out like that for me, the slut."
Paroxysms of anger seized him as he dashed out of the house. They hadn't even noticed he was there-they were so carried away! "She won't get away with this" he repeated over and over. Running the half-mile to the station, he hurriedly dialed Bill's number at work.
"Hey Bill, can you leave the job right away? I've got something really goodsome red hot fun for us!" he said, his voice reflecting fury rather than fun.
An all too eager assent from Bill was his rapid reply. Ben gulped back the start of a sob, and in a grating voice, he told Bill that his wife, Sally, was just begging for it and that as a new diversion, he had decided to let him and Rudi get a piece! Bill, though at first a little taken aback, pictured in his mind Ben's voluptuous young wife and readily agreed to tell Rudi and get over to Ben's house fast.
Shaking with rage, Ben had a couple of drinks at the local tavern to calm himself down before walking slowly back to the house. Reaching his home, he noticed with satisfaction that the pick-up was gone. Pretending non-chalance, he walked inside, calling cheerfully to Sally.
"I'm in here, in the bedroom" she answered, sounding startled.
A shudder of fear shook Sally-thank goodness Dan had left. "I hope-I hope Ben won't notice anything" she thought desperately, rapidly adjusting and smoothing the bedsheets. "What a close call!"
She hopped into the bed after throwing on a nightgown and drew the sheet up to her chin. Ben entered the room like a bull in a china closet. He came and sat down heavily on the bed beside her.
"I have to drive up to Poughkeepsie today, so I stopped by here to get the car. A nice lazy day for you, eh? Still in bed?
He was carefully controlling his voice, not wanting to spoil the surprise he had in store for his wife!
Sally nodded mutely, still nervous from Ben's unexpected return.
"Ah-I was just getting up" she said, moving slowly away from him.
"Guess I'll take a little nap myself," he said beginning to remove his clothes.
"My God," Sally thought, guilt overwhelming her in spite of herself. "I've got to act normally, so he won't suspect ... aahhh!
A gasp of pleasure escaped Sally's lips as
Ben reached over and parted the soft silky hair of her vagina, and searching, found the moist knob of her clitoris.
"I guess I'm not really in the mood for a nap, after all," he said evenly as he churned his hand into his wife's still sperm-drenched cunt.
"Oh, no," she thought, wishing she'd had a chance to take a shower. His hand moved again on the still highly sensitized folds of Sally's pussy.
"Ooooooooohhh."
Electrifying shocks whipped along her spine as the light teasing of his finger along her sensitive flesh became more intense, more insistent. The searing contact of his finger against the tender ragged hole of her moist cunt made her gasp with delirious joy.
"Ooooooooohhhhh," she moaned again, twisting and writhing desperately trying to impale her suddenly voraciously grasping cunt on his fingers. She never would have thought it possible that she would be responding this way to her husband, not after what she had promised herself about never letting him touch her again, and certainly not after the incredible love-making she'd just gone through with her beloved Dan!
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" she panted, her rising passion overcoming all other thoughts.
"Tell me! What do you want? Spell it out!" he snarled. The barbarous tone of his voice kindled a tiny ray of sanity in Sally's libidinous brain.
"Did he know? Why was he suddenly acting like this? Why did he want her to say those dirty words?"
She stole a look at his face. Terror gripped her as she saw his features, twisted and contorted with animalistic emotions.
"I want to be ... fucked," she cried.
"Louder, louder," he spat.
"I want to be FUCKED," she screamed, a sudden dart of carnality erupting in her tortured frame. Shame and humiliation mingled with a bizarre pleasure swept through her.
How could she grovel here in vile abandonment, spewing out those filthy words to her own husband, begging to be fucked ... all sense of decency gone?
Yet she felt an abased joy in cooperating with his goatish desires. Had she gone mad? God, yes! She must be she groaned as she rolled over on top of him, unable to wait.
And then, through her maniacal ecstasy, Sally heard a sound behind her the sound of the bedroom door opening.
Her eyes shot open and turning her head slightly, she could see the doorway. There, framed in the arch were-Rudi and Bill! They were stark naked, their cocks standing out obscenely from the matted curls of their pubic hair. They were both holding their already hardened penises in their hands, salaciously rubbing them and encouraging them to even more monstrous proportions. Their faces wreathed in lascivious grins, they reminded Sally of rutting bulls, closing in on a terrified cow. Numb with shock, Sally tried to move away-but Ben's powerful arms held her still.
Looking at Ben, she saw his lips curled in a vicious cruel sneer.
What was the matter with him? Had he caressed and stroked her, bringing her to uncontrollable passion-to get her ready for. . . these ... beasts ... these scurrilous friends of his? Oh no! he couldn't. He can't have.. . .
Waves of abject mortification poured through Sally. She wanted to run and hide, hide her nakedness from the leering gaze of these two men and from the savage stare of her husband. Her guilty coupling with Dan, and the inevitable consequences were brought home to her by Ben's unyielding stare ... he must know everything. What was he going to do with her?
She squeezed her eyes shut-trying to black out the dreadful reality.
She jumped from the cold viscid touch of a hand on the smooth rounded globes of her buttocks. Incredibly, the hands dug into the trembling mounds and spread them wide.
"No, Ben ... No..." She pleaded, terror in her eyes.
But Ben only smiled and gripped her even tighter making sure she couldn't move. She was still perched on top of him, astride his stomach.
"Not one word..." Ben hissed up at her. "I don't want to hear one word!" And he punctuated his remarks with a tightening of his grip on her tender flesh.
Behind her, a thick finger prodded at the tight puckered opening of her anal passage. She winced and tried to prepare herself for the torturous pain to follow and suddenly, with a lewd hissing noise it popped inside the tight nether ring. It didn't hurt at all.
It moved around inside her tight rectum as if trying to stretch the rubbery muscle. And after only a few seconds she felt another finger prying its way in along side its mate.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrggggg...! " she cried out as the second finger stretched her virgin back passage beyond anything she imagined possible. But Ben held her still, making sure his friend had complete access to his wife's tiny, defenseless rectum. The fingers remained still for a moment, but then once again they began their probing attack. They wormed salaciously around in her rectum, expanding it, sawing in and out and the pain was acute. It was as if someone had shoved a red hot poker inside her and it was burning up her flesh.
"NNNNOOOOO!! ! ! " she screamed as the vulnerable flesh of her anus was scraped by his digging fingernails.
"Nnnnnoooooo ... please ... nooo..." as the hand moved from side to side, pulling at the tight constricting muscle, stretching it even further.
Then suddenly, he pulled his fingers out and the rubbery skin clung to them as if reluctant to release them from its grasp. They came out slowly, with a loud, lewd sucking noise.
Still holding onto her, her husband slipped out from under her, letting her fall face down on the bed. Behind her, her legs were stretched out to either side of the bed, toes hanging over until she thought she might split up the middle.
"Now you do what you're told!" Ben ordered, his voice booming in the small bedroom. "And I'm going to watch ... so it had better be good. After all," he added sarcastically, "these people are our friends!"
Sally felt a hot naked body come down onto hers and stretch out along its length. She shivered with anticipation but he lifted himself back up from her and kneeled between her wide-stretched legs.
"Kneel up!" he ordered.
Sally lay still, her face digging into the hot, muggy sheets of the bed, so lost in her own crazed thoughts, she hadn't heard the order.
CRA-ACK!
A thick, heavy hand landed squarely across her buttocks leaving a deep red imprint in its path of searing pain.
I said, "Kneel UP!"
Sally followed the instructions immediately, presenting him with the stretched moons of her buttocks bending away from him, resting her hot, flushed face on the pillow.
"Reach back and tickle my balls!"
Sally let one hand go back between her widespread thighs and the tips of her fingers gently brushed against the soft hanging sac that dangled obscenely behind her. The soft wrinkled skin disgusted her, but still she began stroking them gently, as if she were handling precious jewels.
"Now put it in!"
She released her grasp on the huge swollen testicles and bringing her hand back from between her legs, reached around the back of her thighs and fumbled in her search for her tormentor's penis. Her hand hit the hardness of his stomach and then slowly made it's way down to his awaiting shaft. An expression of horror flashed across Sally's face when her hand made contact with it.
"He's got some tool! Huh, baby?" Ben chortled lewdly. "But then, I want nothing but the best for you!"
Sally's eyes were shut tight as she placed the swollen tip of the prick at the entrance to her never-before-plundered rectum.
Kneeling behind her, Bill, an ecstatic grin of carnal pleasure covering most of his face, leaned back so he could watch his cock enter the tightness of her ass. He watched as it began probing and working against her anus, the muscles of his stomach standing out. It looked like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into her body. And suddenly, her straining nether ring gave way, and the bulbous tip of Bill's enormous prick popped inside the tight brown opening.
Sally screamed in abject pain, her face a contorted jungle of intense agony. She was being ripped apart as if a torpedo were being shoved into the tight aperture of her squirming rectum.
"NNNOOOOO!" she begged. "Noooooo ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... THE PAIN . . .PAAAAIIIINNN!! ... Nooooo!! ! ! " but Bill held her tight and pushed further and deeper into her straining rubbery hole.
"Go get 'er, Bill ... go get 'er." The two men standing watching shouted their encouragement.
Even through the ravishment of her pain, Sally heard Bill's name. Bill! How could this be happening to her? Bill is Marie's husband. Marie's husband is sodomizing me! But her thoughts were soon drowned out by another attack of searing hot pain in her anal region. The thick cudgel surged into her traveling the last few inches on it journey, and Sally felt as though she might black out.
Behind her, Bill, crowing with his delight at her subjugation, pushed his way in until the flat hard surface of his stomach slapped hard against and flattened the protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
Through her pain, she heard Bill's coarse voice:
"Hey, Ben, this is a real tight one! It must be a first-timer!! ! ! "
Her eyes shot open as she screamed and she was conscious of Rudi standing there, leering, and the dreadful pain...
Clutching her hips, Bill pistoned his cock deeper and deeper into the forbidden depths.
"Aaaaaggghhhhhh," she screamed....
He thrust forward again, sawing with great sweeping strokes making obscene animalistic sounds. His great rod continued its brutal invasion, pushing at the rubbery resistant flesh, until with one last heave, he sunk every last inch of his lengthy member into Sally's young defiled anus.
Rudi was beside himself with excitement. Tugging frantically at his long-extremely long, thin cock, he drank in every moment of the unnatural scene. The bestial rape of Sally's virginal ass-hole sent lewd shivers up his spine, and he was mesmerized by the hypnotic sawing in and out of Bill's huge prick.
"Turn her over, turn her over," he commanded the laboring Bill.
Clasping his hands around Sally's hips, Bill rolled over to the side, pulling Sally backwards on top of him. His giant cock was engaged to the hilt in the tight rectal passage and Sally whimpering desperately with pain.
Losing no time, Rudi gleefully crawled forward and kneeling between her widespread thighs, pushed them even further apart.
"Good God," Sally thought. "What are they going to do? They can't-Rudi can't do this ... they'll split me apart. . . they'll kill me."
Grasping his large organ with his hand, Rudi guided it into the tight defenseless vaginal orifice between her open legs. Intensely excited by the lewd anal rape he was witnessing, he instantly began to fuck her furiously, driving his long prick in to the hilt so that it smacked unmercifully against the thin tortured membrane dividing the two passages.
"Nooooooo," she sobbed. "I can't. . . you can't ... Agggghhhhhh ... you're hurting me...."
Simultaneously, Bill and Rudi began to fuck into her with rhythmic unison. They plunged together, driving deep inside her, each inflamed member feeling the stiffness of the other through the thin cruelly stretched membrane of flesh.
Ben watched the wanton scene avidly. Almost against his will, he was excited by the lustful sight of Bill's penis ramming into his wife's rectum and the frenetic plunges of Rudi's prick into her cunt.
"The fucking bitch," he breathed. "That'll teach her to screw around when my back is turned. Let's see how she-likes this."
As she was buffeted back and forth by the dual intrusion, pain and fear began to leave Sally's body and was replaced by something else-something far, far worse-her body began to betray her. She fought against the rising waves of unwanted pleasurable sensations that pervaded her body, but it was no use. The last traces of decency and sanity were obliterated from her crazed senses as she groaned in a lust maddened voice:
"More ... Oh God ... MORE!! ! ! "
Her whole body undulated between the two men as she whimpered passionately. A strange joy held her in its thrall-a lewd forbidden joy-the masochistic joy of being cruelly abused, sandwiched between the lust of two simian-like men, while her husband watched, goading on their primordial instincts.
Wilder and wilder the three became, plunging and whipping around in some kind of abandoned sexual dance of ecstasy, their mewlings of desire mingling in a trio of wanton incantations.
Sally was out of her mind as she thrashed helplessly around, caught in the mainstream of her impending orgasm. Then-"Iiiieeee," she shrieked. "I'm there. I'm THERE!! ! ! ! "
Conscious of the total conquest of her body by these men, and her complete submission to the depravity of her desires, the two men plunged their engorged members even more savagely and deeply into her wildly squirming pussy and ass-hole, shrieking out their orgasms, as they pumped their hot boiling sperm far up into her hungrily contracting belly. On and on they spurted their seed until with final convulsive shudders, they collapsed in a spent, satiated heap.
Sally's mind blanked, insane with rapture as she lay there, mindless of the two spent cocks deflating slowly inside her widely expanded twin-channels.
Ben's cock was beginning to ache. The wild orgiastic multiple cum convulsed him with lustful cravings. He was not a little amazed at his wife's uncontrollable abandon, her wanton display of crude lust. If he hadn't seen it himself, he couldn't have believed it. Puritanical single-minded Sally-as debased as any two-bit whore! She was as hot as any he'd known. But Ben had not yet buried the sword of anger that gashed his body and the desire for revenge on his deceitful wife overpowered him, blacking out his feelings of gladness at her sensual awakening.
"Bitch," he snarled, "let's see you take on your husband now."
"W-what?" Sally recovered from her climatic swoon.
"W-what did you say?" she whispered, wide-eyed and unbelieving.
"You cheating little bitch," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
"I know all about you and the carpenter. You fucking whore! How many more men have you fucked since we've been married? How about giving your husband a chance?"
"Oh Ben," she blubbered..."I didn't mean ... I'm sorry ... oh..., " she sobbed
Her words sounded pathetic and meaningless in her own eyes and she realized as she stared at Ben's implacable hate-filled countenance that he was going to make her suffer and pay for her infidelity. His vile words filled her with self-loathing, and she squirmed under the dual shame of his scurrilous expletives and the sadistic leers of his two friends who were now at attention, drinking in the spectacle of her debasement.
"You're going to suck my cock, bitch," he sneered, dangling the obscenely large member a few inches from her eyes. The blue veins stood out throbbing and at the tip of the bright red head, a white spot of cum glistened. Sally shrunk back from the lewd offering. Grabbing her by the hair, Ben shook her head back and forth until tears streamed from her eyes from the intense physical pain.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she sobbed. "I'll do it! I'll do anything you say!"
"Then say it!" he hissed, his hands still tangled painfully in her hair.
"I'll suck-your-cock," she gasped, humiliated beyond endurance. The very idea of his organ filling her mouth was repulsive. Involuntarily she clamped her teeth shut. Sobs convulsed her body.
Hurling filthy invectives at her, he tried to force his gigantic male member between her teeth. She couldn't, she just couldn't make herself open her mouth. Abruptly, he closed his fingers over her nose. Squirming, gasping for breath, she opened her mouth. Instantly he slipped the huge penis inside.
The musky taste of his seeping cock filtered into her mouth and made her gag. She moaned, "Nooo ... please. ... "
"Shut up, bitch," he snapped, forcing her head down on this rod, until she thought she would choke.
"Suck, whore, suck!" he commanded.
Bill and Rudi inflamed with lust at this sadistic sight, moved closer to further gape at the appalling action. Their cocks were beginning to assume again their mammoth proportions as lust once more enslaved their bodies.
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," Ben hissed through clenched teeth.
Her lips began to nibble at the giant instrument as Ben thrust it in and out. His balls slapped against her chin and his pungent male odor permeated her olfactory senses. She could feel his meaty cock expand and inflate between her lips until it completely filled her entire mouth.
She worked in a daze at his commands, licking and slavering in a desperate effort to appease him. He groaned as he writhed in the age-old Neanderthal ritual of fucking.
The salty taste was now stronger, and to Sally's surprise, it was not unpleasant. She was sucking rhythmically now, up and down, and ... she was actually beginning to enjoy this foul act ... to like his huge fleshy instrument in her mouth.
She raised her fingers and tentatively began to stroke the resilient skin of his testicles. She could feel the shock waves that her touch sent through Ben who was now groaning in ecstasy; pushing his loins upward toward her face.
Sally's head was spinning. She was sucking like a wild-woman now. Hollowing her cheeks, trying to coax the reservoir of cum from its safe source to her mouth.
She was conscious of the hot panting and quickening breathing of Bill and Rudi who were hovering around the lewdly abandoned pair.
Moaning in pleasure, Ben, unable to stand the intense sensations, fell back on the bed. Sally, unable to let go of her prize for a moment, followed him and knelt on all fours between his thighs, her mouth working furiously.
"I want this ... I love sucking his prick ... just like a common whore ... I want him to use me as he-likes ... like a slut. . . oooooohhhhhhh"
Her debasement was complete. Bill and Rudi's cruel enjoyment of her wantonness only spurred her on and with masochistic happiness she wallowed in her husband's abuse. Her only consciousness was of her mate's bloated cock in her mouth, and her mounting rapture. She only wanted to suck, suck, suck.. . .
CHAPTER 8
Marie hesitated at the front door of the Hutchins house. It was just one o'clock and Sally had invited her over for lunch about a week before, and she was looking forward to this opportunity of talking with Sally again. She was a nice kid, even if she was a trifle prudish, and there was a possibility that she could become a good friend, given the right circumstance.
She had been a bit puzzled to see Rudi's car in the driveway, though; she wasn't expecting that. Still, she'd find out why he was there when she got inside. To her surprise, the front door was ajar. Should she ring? Being far from bashful, and reasoning that Sally was expecting her, she went right in.
She stopped abruptly in the hall. What was that noise coming from the bedroom? Grunts and moans-of pleasure? It sounded as if ... as if there was an orgy going on! Dashing into the bedroom, her eyes popped in disbelief as she beheld the lustful scene.
Ben was lying on the bed, writhing in ecstasy, his head thrashing from side to side, his hands tangled in Sally's hair. Sally was kneeling, her head lowered down to enfold her husband's huge member in its warm, wet depths, sucking furiously, her cheeks hollowing and filling fish-like, her face a mask of blissful rapture as she stroked Ben's hairy balls skillfully and lovingly.
And there was Bill, her husband-his immense cock half submerged in Sally's rectum. Rudi was kneeling next to them, fondling his big cock. Good God! What was happening? Sally was like a woman possessed-writhing and squirming, screwing her rectum back on Bill's enormous pole as though she had gone insane. Marie could hardly believe it. Sweet, demure Sally! Already sharp pinpricks of fire were gnawing at her loins as Marie began to tear off her clothes furiously. This was too good to miss! She was on fire! Her loins already moist, were throbbing. That all-consuming flame had to be quenched!!
"Bill! Bill!" she screamed at her husband.
"You bastard! Why didn't you tell me what was going on?" she hurled." Why can't you be considerate like Ben-and let me in on the fun, you selfish brute!! "
She shook her fist at Bill, her large breasts exposed and wobbling with the force of her agitation, her reddish pubic hair waved out from between her legs, forming a mysterious downy puff at the base of her belly. Her magnificent body almost rivaled Sally's and the men on the bed, stunned as they were, were not long in taking stock of this fact, as Marie leapt onto the bed and positioned her palpitating pussy directly over Ben's gaping mouth.
For a moment Ben was staggered. But rapidly calculating what was going on he regained his tottering equilibrium and boldly inserted his tongue in the deliciously proffered hole of Marie's greedy vagina.
Bill observed his wife with a mixture of shock and pride. What a girl! he thought-what a girl! He once more sunk his superbly expanded shaft into Sally's already sperm-lubricated rectum, and began to saw insanely in and out. He had hardly heard Marie's abuse and his long stint of watching Sally and Ben's obscene act coupled with the incredible tremors, created by his wife's unexpected energy, warned him that he would soon cum.
"Come on, fuck back, fuck back," he moaned as the sight of Marie excited him to great bestial strokes of his sodomizing cock. He stared down at Sally's spasmodic ass-cheeks as he watched his great pole ram into the soft yielding flanges of her rectum.
"Oooooooohhhhh" Sally cried. She was beyond all rational feeling now. Even Marie's dramatic entrance had only served to excite her more. All that mattered now was Ben's pumping prick alive in her mouth and the salacious abuse on her desire-racked anus.
"Ooooohhhhhhh...."
Marie twisted frantically. Digging her hands into Ben's hair, she writhed this way and that over and around his voracious tongue as it worked its way into every nook and cranny of her heated pussy. He probed his tongue until he found the palpitating point of her womanhood and teased and tweaked the miniature phallus until she whined with pleasure like a cat in heat.
Rudi's cock was magnificently inflated to gorilla-size, and was already jerking with the anticipation of adding to the debauchery of the lascivious scene. His lust inflamed eyes darted in search of a ready orifice for his offering of sperm-seed. Marie's gaping contorted mouth caught his eye. Boldly moving forward, he placed the glistening head a few scant inches from Marie's flailing face; with a quick surge he buried it almost to the hilt in her suddenly ovaled mouth.
The suddenness of the entry made Marie gag, but immediately her lips convoluted around the engorged rod and her mouth worked violently to draw out the delicious nectar, as yet still buried, down her parched throat.
The pitch of their mingled groans began to rise. Suddenly, Bill was beginning to howl; he was cumming!! Rudi took up the wail and their voices, uniting in a mighty orgasm, sounded a blood-chilling crescendo. Sally thrashed wildly under the force of Bill's cum, and swallowed madly as her husband, in her mouth, injected his hot, searing fluid deep into her throat, while Marie sighed and rubbed her cunt hard into Ben's mouth, bringing herself to a swift and easy climax, while her hands pumped at Rudi's balls, encouraging him to jet his load deep into the hidden depths of her straining throat. The sound was deafening as bodies climaxed convulsively in a simultaneous spasm of wild orgasm.
* * *
Marie was the first to move. Only temporarily satiated by her minor orgasm, she was determined to get her share of the fun. Looking about her, she reached for Ben's flaccid cock. He groaned, still twitching from the violence of his orgasm in his wife's hitherto sacrosanct mouth. Marie took his balls gently in her hands and began to massage and tease the awakening testicles. She began to stroke his whole pelvis in a slow sensual rhythm that maddened him beyond endurance. Rising to her knees, she took his limp prick and rolled it gently in the palms of her hands, stroking and teasing it until his hips undulated in time to her caresses.
Encouraged, Marie dropped her head and flicked her tongue forward, boring teasingly into the moist slit at the head of his prick. A low moan escaped him and shivers ran up and down his spine as she brought her mouth down and enclosed the growing head in her soft silky mouth. Her lips tightened around it just below the head, sending thrills coursing through him.
Good God. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't take it. First Sally and now Marie, teasing the hell out of his poor cock.
Her smooth white ass waving in the air as she kneeled to his genitals, Marie again stroked his balls gently and kneaded the base of his shaft with the other hand as she began to suck slowly. Raising his head, he could see her head bobbing up and down over his burgeoning member. The sight increased his excitement and Marie sensed his mounting passion. She swirled her tongue around the growing gland until Ben thought it would surely burst. Flushes of heat were building up in his loins as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing his frenzied rod even further between Marie's hungry lips. Incoherent mutterings issued from his throat as he lurched in frenzy. Suddenly, it stopped. Marie had released the engorged prick!! ! With an enraged shout of pain and anger from his thwarted orgasm, Ben raised his head. Marie was crawling up his body. Straddling him, she poised her tight little buttocks directly over his rigid member. Guiding the red bulbous head, she moistened it in the moist folds of her yearning cunt. Using her other hand, she parted the moist dark hair of her pussy and then expertly slid down on the lubricated pole until her ass-cheeks flattened down on Ben's damp, curly pelvic hairs.
"Ooooooooh," she exclaimed, peacefully feeling the giant head pressing into the softness of her cervix.
Sally meanwhile had recovered from her double assault. Stretching herself languorously out as she came to, she was just in time to see Marie impale herself on Ben's again-erect rod. Lying across the bottom of the king-size bed, she had a good view over Rudi and Bill's fatigued bodies of their excited coupling at the head of the bed. She watched in aroused fascination, her own excitement rising at the sight of Ben's throbbing cock sliding slowly up into the moist clinging lips of Marie's cunt, squelching any jealousy she might have originally felt. Marie ground down on him until all Sally could see of the lengthy rod was a small bit at the very base. She held her breath as Marie began a slow grinding up and down movement, rising above Ben until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the clasping flanges of her cunt. It excited Sally; how it excited her to see Marie drop back heavily on Ben with a cry, impaling herself expertly on the massive rod.
Salhj couldn't believe it. It was ... it was just like her dream ... Marie's lust contorted face ... Ben's lascivious smile of ecstasy ... their bodies joined in mutual abandonment. In spite of her experiences of the past week with Dan and more recent breaking down of her remaining inhibitions, she never thought she would be able to enjoy the sight of her husband making love to another woman! And yet. . . here she was ... reveling in it. . . thoroughly aroused.
Sally could feel her naked youthful body becoming hot and moist from the unnatural scene. A strange quivering began deep between her legs and the memories of Bill's huge penis lingered in her ravished rectum. God! How she'd love to have that monster inside her vagina ... to close her pussy around that gigantic shaft ... to have it fill her completely!
The soft moans and wet sucking noises emanating from the top of the bed only magnified Sally's growing hunger.
Meanwhile, Ben dug his hands into the oscillating mounds of Marie's buttocks, kneading her ass in rhythm with his upward surges. Sally's eyes were glued to the lascivious scene. She could see the throbbing hair-fringed lips of Marie's cunt as it greedily devoured Ben's pulsating cock. Through her excitement, she was dimly aware of hands spreading her thighs, and exposing her naked slit to an unknown gaze. Tearing her eyes from her husband and Marie, she saw that Bill had gotten down on his knees before her widespread cunt. A tremor seized her as she caught sight of his erect, dangling penis. God! It was huge. She wondered how she had ever taken it in her back passage and hoped ... yes, wanted it, obese as it was, in her cunt!! ! She smiled down at Bill and lewdly pulled her knees up to her breasts, exposing her pink pulsing pussy to his eyes.
Reaching down and taking his incredible cock in her trembling hand, she guided it towards the moist, petal-like opening of her cunt, pushing aside the blood engorged cunt-lips with her other hand. She squealed at the sharp contact of the granite-like organ against her sensitive slit. With a slight forward heave, Bill drove his cock through the tight opening and with one easy stroke slid it up all the way into her steaming passage. She moaned as she felt the huge head scrape up against her belly and her hips flew up to meet his thrusts, burying the entire length of his rod in her soft, yielding cuntal depths. His balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her satiny ass. Her cunt muscles tightened around the enormity inside it, and soon her sperm lubricated passage became accustomed to his monstrous size and she began to enjoy his plunging cock. She turned her head to the side so she could continue to see the writhing pair beside her.
Marie's buttocks were flexing and un-flexing around Ben's unrelenting staff. Every muscle and cord stood out tensely as she slaved above him, mewling harsh little sounds of pleasure as she slid up and down, her fingers digging brutally into Ben's chest.
Sally started to time her answering thrusts to Bill with Marie's wild yo-yoing on top of Ben.
"Uhnnnhhh ... fuck me ... Uhnnnhhh..." she cried out insanely, rotating her buttocks wildly, demanding harder thrusts from Bill's churning loins. The head of his pummeling rod scraped against the hidden walls of her womb in a strange delicious rhythm.
Rudi had slid down to the floor and was now watching. He massaged his cock lovingly, it rose to its usual rangy size and he was now electrified into action. He leaped onto the sagging bed and displacing Ben's frenzied hands, grabbed Marie's madly flexing ass. He kneaded the flesh brutally for a moment and then, parting the buffet-cheeks, placed his long rod against her slightly enlarged anus. Marie was in an impatient frenzy. She had never felt anything like it before, and her mind and body were governed by an uncontrollable lust.
In a carnal daze, she yelled: "Hurry, Rudi! Oh hurry, hurreeee!! " Sally with a gasp, saw him savagely plunge the entire length-every inch of it-to the hilt-in Marie's rectal passage. In one swoop!
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH," Marie shrieked in agony, plummeting in an attempt to dislodge the sadistic intruder. But the long cock was firmly imbedded in her tortured anus. Tears sprang to her eyes as her whole pelvis was wracked with pain. Immediately, Rudi began sawing slowly in and out-wringing gasps of agony from Marie, who felt her insides must surely be ripped to pieces!
Sally shuddered in sympathy, even though wave after wave of intense pleasure ebbed and flowed in her entire body.
Then, to her amazement, she heard Marie's whimpers turn from groans of pain to mewls of pleasure. She was enjoying it! The huge hose-like organ no longer cruelly stretched her membrane-she had begun to like it, want it!
Sally felt her own orgasm building up and she began to thrust faster and faster against Bill's surging cock. His sperm was crying out for release from the dark prison of his bloated balls and he heaved and pumped like a madman.
Marie was the first to cum! Arms flaying, her body jerking uncontrollably, she screamed, a deep banshee-like screech, from her very marrow. Rudi and Ben then came simultaneously, pumping their foaming seeds far into Marie's depths, battering her twitching body mercilessly, their cum-juice commingling in the deepest recesses of her belly.
Flashes of light exploded in Sally's head-her whole being erupted as her own cum engulfed her completely. Bill's wildly ejaculating cock spewed eternally-spurt after spurt of his scalding sperm flowed into her until he finally fell limply over her.
Utterly spent, they all lay in a disorderly heap, the sweet, pungent odor of sexual gratification permeating the entire room and drenching the sweat-soaked bed.
CHAPTER 9
It was just beginning to get dark outside and Sally felt very happy and relaxed as she sat on the comfortable sofa in the new playroom.
Everything has turned out so well, she thought happily.
Rudi had left earlier and after a short nap, she, Ben, Bill and Marie all crowded into the shower and squealed and giggled under the hot spray as they cleansed themselves of the signs of their recent debauchery.
Afterwards, they got dressed and went down to the playroom, where Ben ordered pizzas on the phone. Marie and Bill exclaimed enviously over the wonderful renovations to the basement and Ben said, with a wink at Sally: "Yea, the carpenter did a real good job!" The pizza arrived and Ben fixed a batch of whiskey sours. Laughing and joking, they demolished the pizza and the entire contents of the pitcher and Ben speedily whipped up another.
Sally lay back contentedly, her blue hostess gown flattering her fair young looks. She was happy. Ben and she hadn't had a chance to talk alone, but she knew it was all right. She was sure he had communicated his forgiveness to her already by his friendly looks, words and touches. And Marie-Sally was really getting to like her. She had had a chance to talk girl-talk with her when they were in the kitchen getting glasses and napkins, and Sally had really enjoyed the camaraderie of being with her. How could she have thought that Marie was vulgar and common? Just high-spirited, that's all ... and liberated. like she herself was just becoming, she thought with a smile.
Marie came over and sat down beside her, bright-eyed from the effects of the generous shots of whiskey in the drinks. She began to praise the playroom again and Sally animatedly explained to her how she had got her decorating ideas and described the materials used in the room.
Then Marie began to tell Sally one of her off-color jokes that Sally had always found so unpleasant; but somehow, this time, she really enjoyed, chortling hilariously at the randy punch line.
Ben's gruff voice interrupted their mirth. He had been watching the two women from across the room.
"Sally," he said thickly, a strange gleam showing in his eye.
"I like seeing you and Marie getting along so well together. How about showing her a little appreciation, just like you did Dan. Har! Har! Har!"
Sally blushed furiously. What did that mean? It was cruel of him to bring the subject of Dan now. But what could he mean about Marie?
"What are you talking about?" she asked, her speech just a little slurry from the liquor.
"Just give Marie a little outward display of love and affection. A few kisses and cuddles to show you like her."
Marie giggled. The whole idea struck her as being very funny-she didn't believe Ben was serious.
Bill, swaying slightly, stood up and joined in loudly.
"That's right. And Marie can DO-LIKEWISE! I want to see you two girls strip and get a lot more involved."
Sally's good mood drained almost instantly ; she was getting very upset. Tears sprang to her eyes-she was mortified and a little afraid. She could only sit there, gaping at Ben.
"DO AS I SAY!" he bellowed, his face turning purplish with sudden anger.
Sally was stunned. What could she do? She knew Ben and his rages. She had to appease him, but how? She couldn't do ... what he wanted. It was unthinkable ... it was perverse!
Marie was getting a little worried now, too. She saw that Ben was really in earnest and she guessed that his whims, in a drunken rage as he was, were not to be laughed at. She was adverse to the whole idea herself-more than a little repelled, to tell the truth ... but she thought philosophically, there are worse things in life!!
Ben was very excited about his new idea. It would be just the thing to round off the hedonistic evening. He licked his lips in anticipatory glee at the thought of the unnatural act he intended to direct.
"Oh come on now, Ben," Sally said with studied nonchalance, "Let's relax and enjoy our drinks."
Sally's attitude infuriated Ben even more, reminding him of her previous high-handedness. He was not to be coaxed and wheedled like a spoiled child:
"STRIP!" he shouted imperiously, falling wholeheartedly into his self-designated role of conductor.
Sally was terrified now. She couldn't stall any longer. Lowering her eyes to avoid the salacious stares of the two men, she timidly began to unzip her dress.
Marie, feigning a cheerfulness she was far from feeling, also began to undress slowly.
"Faster, faster!! ! " Ben called shrilly, "or we'll strip you ourselves!"
Cringing under his forceful tone, Marie and Sally hurriedly finished disrobing.
Embarrassed and shy, they both stood there, as naked as the Goddess Venus. Goose-bumps began to stand out on their nude flesh. Sally almost unconsciously covered her soft, fuzz covered pubic mound with her hand in an attempt to block the tempting sight from the greedy stares of Bill and her husband. She felt ashamed and more naked than she'd ever been.
"Begin to fondle each others' tits" shouted the self-appointed ringmaster, strutting vainly.
". ... and make it snappy," barked Bill, guzzling another "sour."
Frightened and intimidated, they hesitantly reached out for each others' breasts.
Sally was surprised at the firmness of Marie's breasts and was childishly thrilled when the nipple jumped to attention at her touch. She could see a few dark hairs wisping out from the brownish ink areolae and tugged on them playfully.
She herself jumped from the soft, tender touch of Marie's hand on her own larger breasts. She drew back a little as Marie began to pull gently at her own more resistant buds, until finally they too relented and popped up proudly.
"Now ... caress each others' bodies, and make it good," Ben called.
Cowering like Army recruits, Sally and Marie obediently began to run their quivering fingers over each others' body. Sally softly traced the firm outline of Marie's smaller breasts, her fine tanned hips, her firm, tapered thighs. Tremors ran through her as she felt Marie's small hands cupping her own alabaster breasts, then dropping to her satiny hips and lower still to her smooth even thighs. The other woman's touch electrified her!
To her dismay through a semi-drunken haze, Sally realized she was beginning to enjoy the perverse ministrations. She saw to her horror that her own hands were beginning to knead and manipulate her companion's warm firm flesh more insistently.
Bill and Ben laughed, nudging each other and exclaiming lewdly: "Boy, are they ever hot!"
With a malicious grin on his face, Ben now ordered:
"Now ... feel each others' cunts!"
Marie and Sally looked at each other. They had hoped, prayed that Ben and Bill would have tired of their obscene dictatorial game before they reached this point. . . but they were not to be spared.
Simultaneously, each pair of eyes dropped to each other's soft pubic triangle. Sally couldn't draw her eyes away from the dark curly softness between Marie's legs, and Marie's gaze was riveted on the light, wispier hair of Sally's pussy. But they were virtually paralyzed.
"DO IT! DO IT!" Ben screamed like a madman.
"Yes! Do it...." Bill echoed vociferously.
Burning with shame, Sally reached out slowly and placed the tip of her finger against Marie's crinkly pubic hair. She gasped as she felt Marie's hand timidly stroking her own pussy. A thrilling shiver shot through her. Involuntarily, almost spasmodically, she pushed her cunt up against Marie's hand, suddenly longing for more contact and at the same time, her own fingers slid between the hair-lined lips of Marie's cunt. She saw the surprise register on Marie's face as her fingers searched around in her passion-moistened cunt.
Marie's probing finger intoxicated Sally and she began to sway from side to side, impassioned fluttering tormenting her body. She had never thought a woman's touch could be so butter-soft, so pleasing.
Her own delight was enhanced when she noticed that the stroking she was giving Marie was making her writhe with a similar pleasure.
Their hands worked frantically, teasing and pulling, awakening the miniature penises while their fingers became lubricated from the moist juices of their mutual passion.
"Now!" Ben said loudly, his eyes on the frenetic vaginal activity. "Suck each other!" He seemed to extract a base pleasure from this lurid order ... he repeated his vile command, dwelling lewdly on each word."
"S-u-c-k e-a-c-h o-t-h-e-r!"
The mutual masturbation ceased. Sally was sick with dread. Disgust, fear, horror consumed her. Against her will, she gagged at the thought of her mouth on Marie's cunt ... no, no, she could never do it. This was too much. Liberated ... dissolute even as she had become ... this last command was one she could not, would not obey. She had enjoyed the titillation to a point, but to carry it any further was unthinkable! It was unnatural completely against all instincts. Her face, quivering with overpowering emotion was strained and wan; she could only stare unseeingly at Ben.
Marie too was taken aback. She had also enjoyed the manual stimulation, novel as it had been, but she drew the line at this distortion of nature. She didn't think she ... could perform the warped act.
Bill and Ben felt their pricks growing to tumescence once more and had hurriedly taken off their clothes. The all-female love-making they instigated and witnessed excited them beyond belief. The seeds of desire were sprouting rapidly in their loins, nourished by the perverted scene before them. When Ben saw that the girls were still immobile, he snarled with fury, his rage magnified a thousandfold by the copious quantity of liquor he had steadily consumed and he screeched:
"Get on with it! Get on with it!"
With this latest bestial tirade, Sally was crushed. What was the use? Her husband's liquor-soaked will would brook no opposition. She knew she'd have to capitulate ... give in to all his brutal wishes. Mercifully, her own feelings were partially numbed by her earlier drinking. She must find the strength to submit herself to this ultimate degradation.
Devoid of emotion and drained of feeling, Sally sat down on the shaggy rug on the basement floor. Humbly, she lay down, closing her eyes.
Marie, seeing Sally's final surrender, knew that her own submission was imminent. She looked mutely at Bill. He stared blankly back at her, and suddenly grated:
"Do it! Slut! Do it!"
She was deserted. All that remained was for Sally and herself to comply with their husband's licentious desires.
A rush of sympathy, compassion for a fellow-sufferer flooded through Marie as she looked at Sally's cowering fear-filled form. The poor girl! What she must be enduring, after all she has been through these last few days. Marie had learned the details of Sally's transition, her initiation into hedonistic sensual pleasure and she knew, with her woman's intuition, the traumatic effect of such a volley of experiences on a hitherto innocent psyche. It was up to her, as the older experienced woman, to help her, make things easier for her.
Bending down tenderly, she began to enfold the quaking Sally in her arms. She trailed hot little kisses down the younger woman's tense body, coming to rest at the fine soft pubic triangle. Gently, she parted the protective lips of her trembling vagina, revealing the glistening pink slit. Tremulously, she lowered her head towards Sally's moist cunt, and slowly stretched her tongue toward the naked flesh. The slit felt unprotected and afraid and Marie gently ran her tongue over the entire vaginal area.
Sally jerked at the searing contact, a low moan escaping from deep within her. She ground her buttocks down hard into the shaggy rug, trying to escape the maddening assault on her naked vagina.
"Ooooohhhh," she whimpered and raised her head up. She watched in numbed horror, scarcely believing that this lesbian perversion was actually happening to her.
"No, no," she groaned over and over in humiliation, appalled and disgusted at the depraved act that was being perpetrated upon her. How could she face her husband, Marie-anyone again? She was a defiled, despicable woman. And there was nothing she could do about it. She had to accept any degradation her husband wished committed upon her. Why? Was he so cruel and unforgiving that he had to keep on taunting her, still taking revenge for her infidelity with Dan? Sally had never felt so alone and helpless in her life.
Yet, Marie, still moved by the torturous mortification and fear written on Sally's face, wanted to assure and comfort her. She carefully and tenderly caressed the hidden folds of Sally's cunt with her tongue and with feather-like strokes, explored the soft forbidden area.
In spite of her terror and revulsion at the inhuman humiliation and degradation, she was forced to undergo, tiny wisps of unwanted pleasure began to rise deep down inside her. Desperately she fought to still them, unwilling to believe in her enjoyment, or even submission to this vile act.
Marie worked diligently and instinctively with her inexperienced tongue. Swirling and stroking, she began to enjoy the novel act, becoming more and more engrossed in the moist pink genitals of the unhappy girl. She found the slightly enlarged clitoris and her tongue flicked forward, teasing it, causing it to throb into hardness.
Sally uttered a weird soulful groan as she felt Marie's tongue darting around her pulsating clit. Marie pulled and tugged at the maddened tip, making it swell and quiver under her tantalizing touch. The impact of the unfamiliar contact had now subsided and Sally now mewled as a new feeling was born inside her. She relaxed her tense body and a luxurious warm flush spread over her. Marie's tongue actually felt good! Sally began to undulate her hips, turning her suddenly hungrily straining pussy up for easier ministration. Marie now labored furiously, engrossed in her task, actually enjoying the female-odor of Sally's cunt, doing what she knew she would liked to have done to her.
Sally was twitching now; her passion was accelerating rapidly.
She could hardly believe it. Marie's tongue felt so soft; so tender. It was wonderful. So different ... even better than when a man did it. She felt a surge of affection for Marie. She wanted to thank her ... show her love....
Raising her head again, she saw Marie's tight skinned buttock cheeks swaying back in the air as she knelt on all fours, her face buried deep between Sally's squirming thighs.
Without thinking, she slowly began to swivel about, inching the upper part of her body around towards Marie's pelvis until with some adjustments her head was directly below Marie's taut belly.
Cautiously, Sally reached up and parted the dark hair-lined lips and looked straight into Marie's small compact cunt. She had never seen a woman up this close before. She was barely familiar with her own sexual organs and she now scutinized the secret parts hovering above her.
Forgotten were Ben and Bill, their humiliating order, their lewd commands.
She gazed enthralled, drinking in the sight of every fold, crevice, recess of Marie's open vaginal lips. Suddenly, she wanted to taste it, lick it. Reaching up, she wrapped her hands around Marie's swaying buttocks and pulled her down hard on her eager mouth.
Hungrily she flicked her tongue into the moist orifice. She felt Marie flinch and nestle her moist, tight pussy further down harder onto her sucking mouth. She licked and sucked, grabbing greedily at Marie's clitoris with her teeth, titillating the palpitating bud, reveling in the novelty of what she was doing, egged on by the maddening sensation of Marie's mouth at her own tight pussy.
Marie was in ecstasy. Her body was alive with incredible sensations. She felt at one with Sally-with all womanhood.
As Sally warmed to the task, she became more familiar with the erogenic zones of Marie's loins and she concentrated on the particularly sensitive areas, licking and sucking, teasing the naked flesh, spurred on by Marie's intensified breathing and quickening twitching. Her own pleasure was actually doubled by the sweet odor of Marie's warm soft cunt in her face and she felt the soft crinkly hair of Marie's dark mound of Venus grazing against her face. Her tongue slaved on and on, stroking Marie's feverish loins now fervently impassioned with desire.
Marie, maddened by increasing thrills, slid her hands down under Sally's thighs and opening them as wide as possible, pulled her crotch up tighter against her face. She could feel tiny droplets of moisture forming on Sally's inner thighs as she pressed them to her face. She nipped with her teeth the soft folds surrounding the ragged pink hole of Sally's vagina, feeling the contraction at the grasping orifice sucked in and out as if clasping an imaginary penis.
Marie inserted the tip of her tongue into the widening hole and was gratified by the lusty squeal it brought from Sally's lips. She dug her tongue deeper and deeper into the clasping depths, as Sally squirmed and writhed, squealing with lust. Her tongue worked furiously, sliding, probing, searching far, far into the heated cavern, as Sally ground her cunt up even tighter against Marie's face, by now saturated with vaginal juices.
Marie continued to suck and lick Sally's open crotch unmercifully. Spreading apart Sally's straining buttocks, Marie flicked her tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, and began to lick hotly at the rubbery rectal entrance. Sally immediately tensed up from the unexpected contact and tried to wriggle free, but was held by Marie's vise-like grip on her ass. Then, after the initial surprise, Sally began to like the lizard-like surges into her rectum and her whole body ignited with the lewd flames of an all consuming passion.
The two women rocked and bucked against each other, their tongues slobbering furiously, the blond and dark hairs blending in one chaotic tangle. Their hands dug into the soft female ass-cheeks as they writhed in a maniacal lesbian embrace. Wave after wave of heat raced through their sweating bodies as they frantically sought to gratify and be gratified. All thoughts of their former abhorrence at the act dropped away-all moralistic barriers and inhibitions were dissolved as their bodies churned and jerked in unison. They were uncontrollable now. In complete submission to their spiraling lust, they could only long for the moment of release, mindless even of Bill and Ben's fascinated figures crowding in on them.
As Sally felt the first dim flickering of orgasm approaching, random thoughts tumbled through her head like pebbles scattering about a dusty road.
God in heaven. Now I've reached the ends of depravity. This is the ultimate degradation and I want it! Enjoy it! Crave it! I can never be the same again. Never! And I don't want to be ... I want more! Moooorrrrre!! !
Further thoughts faded as her snowballing desire buffeted her into orgasm after orgasm-she and Marie achieving complete orgasmic harmony as they tossed and twitched about convulsively. They were one.
* * *
As the torrential waves of her multiple cums subsided Sally was dimly aware of an urgent prodding between her legs. Through blurred eyes, she saw Ben, her husband, towering over her. Was he going to make love to her? She didn't think she could stand another orgasm, but as he lowered himself down on her, her entire body sprang to writhing, lusty life. A moan escaped her as the swollen cock wormed its way between her thighs. His hands roamed all over her, kneading her warm resilient flesh. She shuddered violently as his hands pulled gently at her moist pubic hair. Deftly, he parted the damp, still swollen cuntal lips and pressed the blood-filled head of his penis against the pulsing opening. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her as she flung her legs around his back and pulled him inside her with demonic force. His prick rode up in her, slipping easily in to the hilt, and was trapped there by her strong vaginal muscles which clamped tightly onto it. Her breathing was ragged and quick and he began to fuck her slowly, dragging his engorged prick out against the will of her hungry cunt, and sliding its throbbing length back again into her hot pulsating passage right up to her womb.
Sally clung to him in a paroxysm of lusty delight, her hips rising and falling, moving with his in a tempo of mutual passion. Meanwhile, Marie recovered from her orgasmic ecstasy to the sensation of her breasts being kneaded and stroked rhythmically. Opening her eyes, she saw Bill, his sweating face contorted with desire, feverishly caressing her. Smiling, she raised her arms to his neck and pulled him down to her. His muscular strength crushed her into the rug and her sensitive nipples, already aroused to agonizing hardness, throbbed achingly from the friction of his hairy chest. His hands moved to the softness of her inner thighs and he pushed her legs apart. Moaning, Marie clenched her fingers hungrily around her husband's huge cock and guided it to her open cunt, her whole body straining in anticipation. He plunged recklessly into the depths of her hot raging cunt and she hurled herself against him, her body churning with lust. Her legs thrashed freely in the air and they rocked together in a joyous unison.
Nothing mattered now to the frantic couples but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into the twisting and writhing bodies of the uncontrollable women as they fought for orgasm. Sweat gleamed on every exposed surface as they rocked and jerked in an excruciating sensation of lust, until a single triumphal wail sounded, announcing orgasmic completion. It was joined by other low-keyed unearthly sounds, strangled with intense ecstasy. The bodies contorted and taut, strained in frenzied passion, until with final shudders and convulsive spasms, they all collapsed and lay limp, not an ounce of strength left in any of their naked bodies.
CHAPTER 10
It was just before midnight when Marie and Bill finally left. They were all exhausted, having indulged themselves sexually for hours and by the time they took leave of each other, after having hot coffee in the kitchen, they were all much better friends.
Sally enjoyed the new feeling of closeness she had with Marie, and Bill, too. It was as though something had been missing all this time; a gap had been filled in her psyche that made her feel warm and secure. Everything, just everything was turning out so well. Even-doing that with Marie-it really wasn't so bad after all, and why shouldn't two women, who were really good friends, enjoy each other too?
When they were finally alone in bed, Ben and Sally looked quietly at each other. They didn't say much but there was a new bond between them. Sally dropped right off to a blissful sleep, but Ben remained awake pondering over the incredible events of the day.
Who would have ever thought Sally would ever have turned into a sensual swinger? But she had! No two ways about it! He no longer felt angry about the business with the carpenter, especially when it came out, when they were all talking over coffee, that Sally and Marie knew all about their "poker games." In fact, he now felt a bit sheepish about how brutal he had been with Sally before-but, thankfully, all that was behind them and they could start out from scratch tomorrow, rejoicing in their newfound freedom. He fell asleep smiling, pulling Sally's sleeping body close to his as he looked forward to new and profoundly awakening adventures with her.
Next morning, they were both up early. Sally made a huge breakfast of french toast, sausage and coffee and as they sat enjoying it, Ben realized that Sally was like a new woman in his eyes. She was no longer the girl-child he'd married, but a ripe, mature woman who exuded sensuality from every pore! Eyeing Sally's low cut negligee, he cleared his throat.
"I thought," he said tentatively, "that maybe we'd all go out for dinner tonight and then watch some home movies in Bill and Marie's basement. Bill suggested it just before they left last night, but I told him I'd check with you and let him know."
Sally leaned over Ben's shoulder, placing another sausage on his plate, letting her gown fall away to expose the full firm orbs of her breasts.
"Oh yes, that will be great," she answered enthusiastically, sitting down to her own plate. Images of Bill's huge penis worming into her cunt floated before her eyes! She could hardly wait for tonight to feel it again!
Ben glanced at his watch.
"Honey, I have to run now."
"Okay, darling," Sally replied languidly, walking to the door with him.
Ben reached out and encircled her in his arms. She raised her face eagerly to his, slightly parting her lips. His tongue immediately slipped between her glistening lips and inside her feathery mouth and their bodies clamped tightly together. Ben's hand snaked under her thin gown and found its way up to her slightly moist cunt.
"Ah!" he gasped.
Gently he inserted two fingers into her squirming loins. Sally's breathing quickened and she felt Ben's cock stirring through the thin material of his summer slacks. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him.
"Darling," she said huskily, "I think you'd better go now, or I won't let you go at all!"
Ben's face lit up with pleasure.
"Sally, darling..."
"I love you, Ben," she said softly. "You're all I want. I'll never, never be unfaithful to you again behind your back. From now on, darling, any extra sex will be only when you're there!"
Ben crushed her to him once more. He was overcome with joy and love. He was the happiest man in the world! He had a beautiful, willing, sensual wife, whom he could trust. Regretfully, he let go of her quivering body, and with a last quick kiss, set off for work.
Sally poured herself another cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. Never had she felt so good. Memories of the events of yesterday came flooding back. And now, tonight, they'd go over to Bill and Marie's, and who knows what would happen there? New ways of doing it. ... Maybe she and Marie would even try it again! And Ben! Ben now trusted her and believed in her. She really loved him and it was more than gratifying to find that love fully returned! He in turn seemed to be completely hooked by her new personality. In fact, she had him just where she wanted him, she mused. From now on, he'd have to share his "Poker Games" with her, and she, she would do as she liked! One thing was for sure, her life was going to be different from then on. She wasn't going to let him get away with all the indignities and abuse he had heaped on her before. Yes, he was going to pay dearly. She had drunk too deeply of the Cup of Circe to be content with belonging solely to one man!
Hurriedly, she cleared away the breakfast dishes and then she went into the bedroom to adjust her hair. She laughed when she realized that Ben had no way of knowing that Dan would be arriving shortly after he left work. Right on schedule! "It's a good thing, too," Sally said to herself, rubbing her palms across her already erect nipples, "this little pussy of mine is really ready again!" She blushed at the sound of her lewd words, but then on second thought, she was pleased by her new frankness. She pressed her thighs tightly together, keeping a sharp ear turned for the sound of his knock at the door.
Yes, a nice secret affair is just what I need right now ... just to prepare me for my husband tonight, of course ... of course, she smiled to herself ... just to keep me in practice for Ben....
