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A CRIME OF LOVE (MF, wife, nc)
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL (c) 1991
**
I had been hiding, crouched in the bushes, over twenty
minutes when the bitch finally walked into the bedroom and turned
on the overhead light. Using the light that came through the
thin curtains, I guided myself across the grass and around the
big in-ground pool, to stand next to the french doors to the
bedroom.
I heard voices.
"...that's why I'm still up, Mom."
"Well, you're done, now, so you can get some sleep, Lisa."
"Yeah. So, when's Daddy coming home?"
"He's playing poker with the boys, so he'll be very late,
tonight. I'm not waiting up. I think I'll watch `L.A. Law' and
maybe the news, and that's it."
"Okay. Good night, Mom."
"'Night, Honey. Sleep tight."
Next, I heard a door close and then watched the bitch's
shadow move across the room. When I heard her turn the water on,
I knew she must be in the bathroom, so I gripped the handle on
the door and slowly twisted.
It turned! The fuckin' door was unlocked! The cunt
deserved what she was gonna get for bein' so stupid! This was
gonna be my lucky night!
I tugged on the ends of my gloves, feeling their tightness
on my fingers, and pulled the ski mask down to my chin, adjusting
the holes over my eyes and mouth. Then I took the big knife out
of its cheap vinyl cover and stepped into the room. I stood next
to the bathroom door, with my back to the wall, waiting for the
bitch to step back into the bedroom.
For an instant, an image of me standing there, armed and
disguised, flashed through my brain and I wondered what the hell
I was doing there. And, just as quickly, the image of the bitch
flashed in my mind and I knew what I wanted, and I knew I was
willing to take it this way.
The running water stopped. It was so quiet I could hear her
drying herself with the towel. My heart was beating in my skull
and I willed myself to breath slower, deeper.
The bathroom light clicked off and the bitch walked into the
bedroom. She didn't see me.
I grabbed her by her loose hair and held the knife in front
of her shocked face.
"Not a sound, bitch! I know we're not the only ones in the
house. I know you have two pretty little girls here, too, and
everybody will stay safe if you don't make a sound. Got it?"
She nodded.
"Now, we're gonna lock the fuckin' doors, like you shoulda
done, so we won't be disturbed."
I held her hair as we walked to the bedroom door and pushed
the button, then walked to the french doors and threw the latch.
I pushed her to sit on the bed and her eyes were wide with
fear as she looked up at me.
I looked at her. She had washed her face clean of make-up
and was beautiful. Her dark green eyes were flashing and her
pale skin glowed. Her dark blonde hair was loose and fell to her
shoulders. She was wearing a thin cotton nightshirt that came to
her knees. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, because her
big tits were moving with a life of their own with her quick
breathing. I could feel my cock spring to life in my pants. I
was gonna enjoy this!
As I stood looking down at her, she whispered, "I-I h-have
money. You can have every cent in the house. I won't say a word
to anyone. Don't hurt us. P-Pl-Please... just don't hurt my
daughters."
"I didn't come here for money, bitch, but I *WILL* take
whatever cash you have. And about your daughters... Well, I
guess that's gonna be up to you."
Her head started a quick shake, but stopped. "You mean..."
I reached for the hem of the nightshirt in my left hand and
began to slice it open with the knife in my other hand. Up, up,
past her thighs. Up past her white panties. Up her chest, the
blade between her tits as I moved it up to her neck, until the
nightshirt was cut wide open. Her eyes never left the knife.
"Take it off."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she shrugged the torn
garment off her shoulders and arms.
Her tits were magnificent! She had to be around 35 years
old, and she was the mother of a couple of kids -- but she still
had great tits! They were round and looked firm, sagging only a
little and looking very sexy doin' it.
I reached out to feel her right breast and was sorry I was
wearing the thin leather work-gloves. But I felt her tit's
fullness and roundness and heat in my hand, and I watched the
nipple spring to life as I rubbed my thumb, sheathed in cheap
leather, across her flesh.
She turned her head to the side and the blush ran from her
neck in both directions.
"W-Why d-don't you just do what you came for and l-leave!"
she almost hissed at me.
"Oh, I will, bitch. You can count on it. But I hate to be
rushed. Don't you hate to be rushed? How's your old man do it
-- does he rush when he's stickin' it to ya?"
She shot me a glare before she turned her head away, again.
"Kneel on the bed," I ordered.
She looked at me with confusion, "Wh-what?"
"Get on the fuckin' bed on your hands and knees, you stupid
cunt. Here, facing me."
The view was wonderful. Her tits hung down from her chest,
heavy and ripe. I laid the knife on her bare back and then
cupped her tits in my hands. I pushed the heavy flesh together
and then up. I was getting hot and began to pull them down,
sliding my hands down, pinching her hard nipples between my
leather-covered thumb and finger, pulling hard. Squeezing all
that flesh.
She was making noises somewhere between a cry and a moan.
I played with her like that a long time, working up a little
sweat, until I was slapping her tits together and back and forth,
watching them bounce against each other. My dick felt like it
was gonna burst so I grabbed the knife back into my hand.
"I want to see your pussy, now."
She started to stand, but I pushed her back down on the bed.
"I'll take care of this."
I pushed her flat on the bed and then lifted the elastic of
her panties away from her right leg and inserted the knife into
the widened hole. I heard her gasp when she felt the cold steel
against her thigh. The knife was cheap and it was a short
struggle to cut her panties off her, but I enjoyed it. When I
flipped the front of the ripped cloth down, I was surprised to
see that her pussy hair, what little there was of it, was almost
red. I could see her bulging pussy lips, and couldn't wait to
explore that secret place. But, first things first.
"I like your body. I like it a lot, bitch. What's your
name? I might as well know, seein' as how we're about to get on
a real friendly basis, right now."
"Gail. My name is Gail. Can't you please just get this
over with? Just do it and leave. My husband will be coming
home, soon. You could get caught."
"Well, Gail, I guess it's your bad luck, but I heard you
tell little Lisa that the old man would be real late, tonight, so
I guess I got time. I love your pussy, Gail. Do you shave your
pussy hair?"
She looked up at me like I was mentally deranged, "N-no. It
just never grew more than what's there."
"Well, it's perfect."
I opened my belt and snap, lowered my zipper and dropped my
jeans and shorts. My cock was rigid and sticking straight out.
"How about a little blow job to start the evening, Gail?"
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I-I-I c-can't do
th-that. Even for Robert.. my husband.. I just c-can't do that.
Can't you just rape me?"
"No way, Gail! Now that I heard that pretty little mouth of
yours is virgin territory, I want it all the more!" I grinned
and laid the flat of the blade against her hard nipple, "Besides,
if you can't do it, maybe there are other candidates in the house
who can."
With a look that would kill, Gail moved to the edge of the
bed and put her face close to my cock. She kissed my knob with
her lips, the way you'd kiss a baby. Her next try was better, as
I felt her lips relax and then felt the warm wetness of her
tongue on the end of my cock.
"Did you ever eat a popsicle, Gail? You know, a hot summer
day and you just can't suck it fast enough? Well, now, it's time
to eat my popsicle."
She looked up at me and I swear I could see her soul through
those green, green eyes. She opened her mouth and moved closer to
me. At first, she was tense and tentative, but in an amazingly
short time, she was `eating my popsicle' with energy and maybe
even a little enthusiasm. Her mouth was hot and wet and sucked
at me. I loved listening to this prissy little bitch slurping my
cock, licking its length with her tongue and burying her nose in
my pubic hair.
All too soon, I could feel my orgasm building up from my
very core and coursing through my body, racing to explode out my
dick.
"I'm gonna cum, bitch. Just keep doin' what you're doin'
and when you feel me cum -- start swallowing. Got it?" I held
the knife up in front of her eyes to emphasize my point.
My cum roared through my body and shot into her mouth in
several strong spurts. She moved her mouth up to my knob and I
felt her sucking my cum into her mouth, until there was no more.
"You lyin' bitch! I ought'a cut your nose off for tellin' me
you couldn't do that. There's no way that's your first suck
job."
She blushed again as she nodded. "I swear. I swear I've
never done that before. That was the first time. Ever."
She was a natural!
"Lay back, Gail."
"Please! Can't you take the money and go, now? Haven't I
done what you wanted?"
I raised my hand in the air, "Lay back before I slap you
back! I'm not done with you, yet."
She laid back on the bed and turned her face away from me --
I didn't care -- I didn't want to play with her face!
I laid beside her and propped myself up on an elbow. With
my other hand, I started making circles on her flattened tits
with the rough glove. Her nipples had been erect, already, but I
could feel them harden into little pebbles atop her tits. I
began slowly and gently to squeeze and pinch the hard nipples and
I watched Gail's belly rise and fall as her breathing quickened.
I moved closer and stuck my tongue out through the mouth
opening in the mask and licked her nipple. She moaned in
response; and moaned, again as I sucked the hard nub into my
greedy mouth. I dropped the knife onto the floor and moved my
free hand across the bitch's flat stomach and down into her
pussy.
With one nipple being sucked, the other pinched, and her
clit being fingered, the snooty bitch began to act like she was
in heat. Her breathing became deep, yet fast, and her hips moved
under my hand. I could feel my cock beginning to harden, again.
I couldn't wait any longer. I adjusted my position on the
bed, spreading her firm, white thighs open. I lowered my mouth
to her cunt and tasted her red-haired pussy. She was hot and wet
and clean and sweet.
"No! No! Please don't do that to me! It's disgusting!"
she groaned as I licked her swollen pussylips.
I reached my hands up to her tits and began pinching her
nipples. I listened as her moans became louder and I smiled to
myself as I felt her hands grab my head and push my mouth harder
onto her cunt.
When she came, it was an explosion! She had let go of my
head and had grabbed a pillow. Now, she held the pillow over her
mouth to stifle her cries of passion and release. I sucked her
clit and squeezed her nipples until she lay still and quiet.
It was my turn.
I stood and pulled her across the bed until her cunt was at
the edge. She stared up at me and didn't resist. I was hard and
wanted her like I have never wanted anyone before that moment.
"Pl-Please... if you're going to do that to me, can I put a
condom on you? I don't want to get pregnant or catch anything!"
I snickered.
In one motion, I slid my engorged, condom-less cock up her
cunt, to the hilt. I felt my balls flap against her ass. I
began my motion, pumping into her, and to my surprise, I soon
felt her hips pumping into me. I was sliding my full length in
and out of her on every stroke. She was good! Her cunt was so
tight and felt great wrapped around my dick.
She was soon moaning again, and as I saw her hand reach for
the pillow, I could feel my own orgasm fast approaching.
Like some fairytale fantasy of mine, we both reached our
climax together. She screamed into the pillow as I hissed out
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over again.
When I finished, I ripped the pillow away from her face and
grabbed her by the hair. I sat her up and pointed to my wet
dick, "Clean me up with your mouth!"
That trashy slut smiled at me and sucked me into her mouth
and licked all of our juices off, moaning and groaning the whole
time. When she was done, I stepped away and pulled my underwear
and jeans back on.
"I think you really liked that, bitch. You like it that
much when the old man porks you?"
She glared at me, "I didn't like it. I swear I didn't. You
raped me. I just wanted it over and you gone."
"You're a lying, slut," I laughed, "there was someone besides
me in this room huffin' and puffin' through all that dirty sex
that was goin' on. I'm wonderin' if I even needed the knife to
get a little taste of you, tonight. Maybe I won't bring it the
next time, whore."
She looked up at me with fear in her eyes, "Please! This
can never happen again. Please say you won't be back."
"I'll say it, when you tell me the truth about tonight."
She sat there, naked, on the edge of the bed, and whispered,
"I didn't know sex could be like that. I never felt anything
like that, before. It felt dirty and perverted and disgusting
and sexy and good, all at the same time."
I nodded, "Well, give me the money you promised me, and I'll
be out of here. Remember, you don't tell anyone about this and I
won't, either. I obviously know where you live and I know what
the kids look like."
She stood up and walked across the room. If I didn't know
better, I'd say she was strutting, showing off that fantastic
body of hers to me. I watched her and enjoyed her naked body.
If I had to bet, I would have laid a few bucks saying she was
enjoying parading around the room naked, too.
On her way back to where I was standing, she bent over and
picked up my knife and handed it to me, along with two-hundred and
sixty bucks. I smiled as I took the knife from her little hand
and replaced it in the sheath.
I stopped at the french doors and looked at her again, "Mmm,
mmm! You *DO* have one outstanding body, Gail. It's ben fun.
And I know you enjoyed doin' the `wild thing' at least as much as
I did!"
"Just go, please."
I stepped out into the night and waited for my eyes to
adjust to the darkness. At the edge of Gail's yard, I removed my
gloves and mask before stepping through the hedge and onto the
sidewalk. It was a short walk to my car and a short drive home.
......
I parked in the garage and sat in the car for a few minutes.
It was difficult to calm down and re-join the real world after
that experience.
I hid the gloves and mask and knife in a box under the
workbench. Then I let myself into the kitchen and got a beer out
of the refrigerator. I was sitting at the table, checking the
mail, when my wife walked into the room.
"Hi, Baby. Long day?" she asked as she walked over and
kissed me on the cheek.
"Yes, long day and long night. I'm ready for bed."
She drank some orange juice from the container and smiled.
She walked over to me, took my hand and said, "Well, bring your
beer, and tell me all about it."
In a few minutes, we were naked and under the covers. Her
hand found my cock and brushed over it, lightly. "Was it good
for you, Bobby?"
"I don't think it's ever been better. How about you,
Honey?"
"I can honestly say that they were the most intense and
enjoyable orgasms I have ever had in my life, Dear."
"Wow! I aim to please, but that's pretty high praise."
"I know. But it *WAS* that good. I think the knife and the
gloves and mask had a lot to do with it, don't you?"
I nodded. "I love you, Gail."
...............
END OF PART ONE
(c) J. BOSWELL, September 1991