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   BREAKDOWN Part 4

   By Videll Dais

   I stood beside the bed eyeing the delicious display of helpless flesh
like a starving man eyeing a banquet.  Here was Angelina, my so-called
'loving' wife, the woman who over recent years had reduced my love for her
to no more than a dull, cooling ember; my confidence to mush; my love-life
to zero; a woman who had blatantly fucked my 'best' mate behind my back and
who, these days, just generally pisses me off with her put-downs, arrogance
and prissy, toffee-nosed ways.  Hey, it was payback time.  The time of
reckoning was upon her and she didn't even know it yet.  Although, having
said that, an hour or so with a vibro on full power reaming that tight arse
of hers might just have fired up a few warning bells back there in the old
grey matter, might just have told her, huh-huh, this dumb husband of mine
has discovered a bad attitude, is really fucking serious.  I hoped so. 
Standing over her trussed naked body, I felt more potent, more sexually
alive, more ramrod rampant than I had in years.  I felt like a raging bull,
a fucking God.  She was mine now to do with as I pleased.  My dick throbbed
with urgent need and anticipation, the fat purple helmet reaching to my
belly button - well, almost.  Time for some fun.  She was still unaware of
my presence in the room when I stooped and flat-handed, dead centre, the
beautifully rounded cheeks of Angelina's curving buttocks with as much
force as I could muster, maybe a little more than I actually intended. 
Shit, it stung my hand.  The shock made the fleshy cheeks quiver and my
wife bounced almost a foot off the bed.  Angelina emitted a sort of
high-pitched squeal and I had to laugh.  Her head sharply turned and she
fixed me a look full of hate-filled daggers.  She was trying to bad-mouth
me but the pink ball-gag did a great job.  All she was capable of was a wet
burble somewhere in back of her throat.  I laughed, said, "Angelina, honey,
sorry for the delay.  You'll be pleased to know our sweet daughter has gone
out for an hour or so.  We're alone.  Gives us plenty of time to get down
to some serious recreational activity here.  How's that pretty arse of
yours feel?" I whacked her reddened cheeks again, gave the protruding end
of the vibro a mean tweak or two, really warming the ample flesh.  She
wriggled like a catfish out of water, making weird, strangled noises of
pain and protest.  "Mmm!  Mmm!  Mmm!" "God, Angelina," I said, inspecting
closely the raised, glowing welts my fingers had left tattooed across her
clenched posterior.  "I love that.  Sort of like my own personal cattle
brand, not that you look like a cow or anything.  Far from it.  Now, if
you're a good girl, and don't try to kick me in the balls or shout your
ugly mouth off, I'll untie your legs and remove the gag.  What d'you say?
Nod if you agree to my conditions." Angelina, blond locks strung
haphazardly across her flushed face like limp strands of spaghetti, raised
glazed, malice-filled eyes to mine.  Man, if looks could kill!  We stared
at each other for what seemed like an age.  "Well?" I asked, grinning like
an idiot; a joker but one with the winning hand.  Slowly, she nodded
assent. "Good.  Sensible decision." Cautiously, I first undid the Velcro
straps binding her ankles, then removed the ball gag.  Angelina lay still
for a moment, working her no doubt aching jaws and flexing the extremely
attractive muscles of her long legs.  "C-Could I please have a drink of
water?" Her voice was hoarse, actually sounded dryer.  "Water?  Wouldn't
you prefer something a little stronger?" "Water'll be fine." I got it for
her, held her head up by her chin and put the tumbler to her pouting lips.
After she had taken her fill, she asked if I would remove the vibro and
untie her wrists.  "Sorry," I shook my head.  "No deal." "I won't try
anything." "I don't believe you." "It's making me sore.  I'll behave
myself. Promise." "Angelina, your interpretation of a promise leaves a hell
of a lot of scope for improvement." Still laying on her belly, she looked
at me cold-eyed, then looked away.  "Ok, what happens now?" "Well, that's
up to you.  I want to cum real bad at the moment.  Like I said, New Order,
Angelina.  You have a choice: Suck or fuck." "I all ready told you, I will
not suck; especially not you." "Ok," I gave a could-care-less shrug. 
"Remember, you had a choice, baby." "My name's Angelina.  Don't call me
baby or honey or any of these other slut names you keep coming out with
lately.  What the hell's got into you, Jack?  What's this all about?" I
reached down and, grabbing her by the ankles, pulled Angelina to the edge
of bed.  She started to struggle as I turned her on her back.  "Don't! 
Jack!  Get your hands off me!  What d'you think you're doing?" Ignoring her
protestations, I dragged her arse to the very edge of the bed and then let
her legs fall loosely.  I put my hands on her knees and spread them wide
open.  "Stay like that, Angelina.  Do as I tell you or we'll have to do
this the hard way." Angelina squealed again.  "It's uncomfortable.  My arms
hurt." "Do as you're fucking told," I said, my no-nonsense mood very
apparent in the tone of my voice.  "Don't move!" Angelina may be a grade-A
bitch but, Jesus, make no mistake, she was also one perfectly shaped,
horny-looking grade-A bitch.  Laying as she was, her arms pinned beneath
her, raised her belly to a nice straining curve, and made her plump,
smooth-shaven pubic mound more pronounced.  Her breasts lolled to the sides
of her chest, firm handfuls of creamy flesh capped with large erect nipples
roughly the size and shape of a couple of 9mm bullets.  Her mound was
smoothly defined.  The lips of her quim - even with her legs spread wide -
were neat, puffed rolls of fat divided by a juicy slit that just seemed to
be begging to be split wide by a hard, thick cock.  And, as it happens, I
knew just where to find one of those!  My heart was pounding, dick on the
verge of exploding, the weeping eye bobbing around like it had a mind of
its own.  Boy, talk about a kid in a sweet shop.  My mouth was literally
watering.  "Jack?" Angelina said, quietly, almost pleadingly.  "Don't look
at me like that." "Why not, Angelina?  You're my wife and also a very
attractive piece of arse.  I'm entitled to look at you anyway I damn well
please." "Christ, you're a sick man, Jack." Angelina turned her head away,
a look of revulsion creasing her tense but beautiful face.  "Did you hear
what I said?  You are really, really sick!" Yeah, I thought, sicker than
you realise.  I grabbed Angelina behind each knee, bent and raised her legs
high, then yanked her even nearer the edge of the bed.  It was large, Queen
sized, and just the right height for my lewd purposes.  She made no signs
of resistance this time.  I doubled her knees almost to her breasts.  Her
bottom balled towards me, everything exposed and open for my pleasure.  I
could hear the stifled buzz of the vibrator still buried deep in her
innards.  Looking down, I slowly rotated my hips, I let the throbbing tip
of my cock brush lightly along the soft, inviting crease of her cunt lips.
Despite her cool act, her breathing was unsteady and she was moist.  Very
moist.  "Oh, Angelina," I said, mockingly.  "You've been lying to me,
pretending to be a frigid, cold-hearted bitch.  Now, don't be shy.  Tell me
the truth.  You're just dying for some cock aren't you?  Probably not mine,
but hey, it's the only one available right now.  Anyway, I don't think
you've got much say in the matter do you?  Come on.  Don't be shy.  I want
to hear it from those sexy, pouting lips of yours.  Tell me you want
fucking and fucking big time." Angelina kept her head turned to one side.
She closed her eyes, and stubbornly remained silent.  I felt her meaty
thighs tense as I lowered her knees slightly, bringing her hot quim more in
line with my gently prodding cock head.  It nudged at the soft heat and the
fat lips easily parted in a velvet pouting kiss, then appeared to roll over
the bursting purple helmet as though they were actually sucking it inside.
The vibro sent delicious tremors scurrying to my tightening balls.  God, it
felt exquisite.  Exerting all my will power, I held my cock still, the head
just buried to the ridge.  I looked down.  Where Angelina's labia parted, I
could clearly see the nub of her swollen clit, pink, erect and un-hooded
like a miniature penis.  My knees shook and my tightly bunched balls,
filled to overflowing (or so it felt), tingled.  The tension was almost
unbearable.  I drew in a sharp breath as tongues of pleasure licked the
length of my bursting shaft.  Somehow I managed to hold on, managed to
regain a measure of control.  I didn't want this to be over too soon.  I
wanted to last out until this bitch of a wife couldn't help but cum her
cream around my buried cock.  "There, baby," I said, nudging her heated
core with my swollen helmet, reminding her just who was in charge.  "Does
that bring back memories?  Make you think about when we were kids?  Does it
help you recall when you actually used to love me rimming your hot little
gash just about every chance we got?  Angelina slowly rolled her head over
and looked at me through hooded eyes.  Still acting cool, she said, "If
you're going to fuck me, Jack, just get on and fuck me.  I don't need the
lecture.  And I'd really appreciate you using a condom, too." "Use a
condom? Are you kidding?" I gave a low chuckle and slid my full, fat length
all the way into her clinging wet sheath.  She gasped, involuntarily.  So
did I.  God!  It was like being gripped in liquid velvet.  I bottomed out,
nudging the entrance to her cervix, then withdrew again until my cock was
once again only ridge deep.  I felt sweat pop on my brow and had to call on
every reserve of will to keep my throbbing cock from plunging into her
pleasure pot again.  One false move now and I'd blow my load in an instant.
I watched as Angelina's belly rippled, the muscles quivering just beneath
the tense surface of her creamy skin.  Deny it she might, but I knew my
wife enough to know she was as close to coming as I was.  "Jesus," I said,
biting on my bottom lip, moving the head of my cock slowly and gently
around her moist entrance.  "I can't remember the last time your cunt felt
so good.  In fact, I can't even remember the last time we fucked.  What
does that tell you, Angelina?  What does that say about us as a happy,
married couple?" "You're...huh!" She gasped, caught her breath.  "You're
f-full...of shit, Jack." "Yeah?  You think so?" I grinned, looking into the
sparkle of Angelina's blue eyes, the way her cheeks were beginning to glow
like a fresh morning sun.  Her breasts rose and fell with each lungful of
air she gulped in, each tipped with an erect rosy nipple that, for some
strange reason, reminded me of ripe acorns and suckling newborns.  "I'm
also full of baby seed, darling, and I'm going to empty the lot as deep in
your belly as I can.  How about that?" "J-Jack...Don't do that... 
Ple-ease! I c-could...get...get...  You'll make m-me..." Angelina was
beginning to pant a little now, no doubt the twin effects of the vibro in
her arse and my cock nudging eagerly at the fleshy portals of her weeping
cunt.  "Hey," I said, sarcasm coating my words, "If I remember correctly,
pregnancy really brought out the best in you before.  Made your tits
bigger, too.  That was an unexpected bonus." As I spoke, I pushed my hips
forward, slowly letting my thick shaft slide an inch at a time into her
hot, velvet-ribbed interior.  I could feel the vibro through the thin
membranous wall dividing cunt and anus.  The way her insides gripped my
full, rigid length made me draw breath sharply.  Heaven.  Exquisite.  A
near religious fucking experience.  I bottomed out for the second time,
withdrew, slammed back home again...and then again.  Angelina's eyes glazed
over, her expression vacant, devoid of any intelligence as she gave herself
up totally to the sensations rippling her heaving belly and quivering
breasts.  Her mouth gaped slackly and she sucked in rhythmic gulps of air
with each determined thrust of my surging cock.  "God, Angelina," I gasped.
"I'd forgotten what an excellent fuck you are when you...Ah!  Christ!  When
you...  Put your mind to it." Angelina gave a high, animal-like screech and
her hips and belly bucked wildly beneath me as she quickly reached her
peak. I rammed full-length into the blissful heat and held on as her cunt
wetly gripped and seemingly milked the bubbling sperm from my balls.  The
tingling pulses seized me and I groaned.  My knees trembled so much I could
barely stand.  My cock throbbed pumping copious globs of cum at the very
mouth of her twitching womb.  "Aagh!  Jesus!" Just then the bedroom door
opened.  I turned to see who had the full-on front to interrupt at such a
vital, insensitive moment.  My jaw almost dropped to my aching balls.  Oh
fuck.  "DAD!" "Adina!"

   End Of Part 4











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