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A Crime of Love (Version One)
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell (jaybos@cris.com)
***
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 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! 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, and everybody will stay safe if you don't make a
sound. Got it?"
She nodded.
"Now, we're gonna lock the fuckin' doors, 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.
Oh, how 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 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 blade.
"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 these 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
rough 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? Huh? He pop you
his salami an' then roll off, snoring?"
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.
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, likin' the way it sounded. 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 heard you tell little Lisa that the old man
would be real late, tonight, so I guess I got time."
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. Younger candidates!"
With a look that could kill, Gail moved to the edge of the
bed and put her face close to my cock. She kissed my purple
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? 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 open 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 in and out, 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 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. Her
legs were soon wrapped around my waist.
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 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 lying," 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."
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 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 your kids look like and where they go to
school."
She stood up and walked across the room. 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 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 it 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 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,
Gail."
"I know. But it was THAT good. I think the gloves and mask,
as well as the knife, had a lot to do with it, don't you?"
I finished my beer and rolled over on to my side. Gail slid
across the bed until our asses touched. She was soon asleep.
I laid there, thinking about the last couple of hours. To
say Gail had strong rape fantasies was an incredible
understatement, but saying I merely enjoyed 'raping' her was
quickly becoming the same.
THE END