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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------ When the husband comes home to find his pretty wife screwing the paperboy, he teaches her who is the master. ************ A N O T H E R K A T H Y S T O R Y ------------------------------------- Kathy groped for her robe in the darkness of her bedroom. The door buzzer rang insistently again. Cursing, she fumbled with the arms of her bathrobe and finally closed and tied the sash around her waist. She practically ran down the stairs as the doorbell again rang. She tugged the large front door open and with a gasp of breath she stood looking down at her paper boy holding his collection pad. Billy looked up suddenly as Mrs. Graham opened the door - the quick movement startled him. He had just about given up on collecting from this house and and was ready go to the next. The lad noticed that the thirty-something-year-old woman looked disheveled and tired, as if she had just waken up, and she wore her white bathrobe in the middle of the day. The robe's rope was pulled tight around her waist, revealing her round hips and hourglass figure. Billy, being a normal fifteen- year-old boy, also stared at the soft-looking mounds and her cleavage that her robe revealed. She had large round breasts, firmly standing up and out. "Yes? Hello, Billy, that time of the month again, hum?" she asked rubbing at her tired looking eyes. "Ugh..." He tried to take his eyes off her exposed cleavage, "yeah. About ten seventy-five." The strange tone of his voice made her look up and she noticed that he was staring directly at the top of her chest. She stole a quick look down and saw that her hurried dressing had caused her to fumble with the robe and she had a fold back revealing much of her upper chest. Even though the boy could not see anything, it was just his active genes acting up, she thought. Yet it made her feel good that she could still turn a man on, especially a young man. "Come on in, I'll get the money." She turned and walked back into her house, leaving the door open for him. He followed her into the foyer closing the door behind, "Cash okay?" she asked. "Yeah, sure." What he wanted to say was, "Take your robe off." His eyes followed her across the living room and watched the delightful movement of her shapely ass. He lost sight of her through the door of the kitchen. Kathy found her handbag and took out her cash-purse, walking back into the living room. She was walking and searching for exact change, and perhaps it was an accident but she tripped over the misplaced footstool. Billy missed the accident because he was watching the sway of her breasts when suddenly he heard her scream and then she was flying through the air. And into his chest. They both landed in a pile against the front door. The first thing he realized was that her robe had tangled in his coat and had opened slightly, allowing one breast to press against his tee-shirt covered chest. He had thrown his arms around her when she stumbled into him, losing the collection pad. Billy soon gathered his hands were holding her against him, and the feel of her warm firm skin was very stimulating, even through his shirt. Of course the teen's penis began to enlarge. Kathy lay on top of the teenager, her legs tangled in his, one of her arms pinned under him and the other was pressed against her own body by his. She was dazed for perhaps ten seconds and when she again came to she realized she was wrapped and pinned inside the strong arms of her paper boy, his hands firmly rubbing her back and shoulders, his nose pressed to the tangle of her hair, his lips a millimeter from her neck. A bulge pressing into her thigh startled her, but she instinctively knew it was his cock. At first, the realization of her present situation scared her. She was trapped in another man's arms, she was wearing only her robe and she could feel the warm breath against her neck. Fear and astonishment ran through her. What would her husband think if he came home and saw her like this? She laughed her own question away at the thought of her husband. Six hours ago her she and her husband had a loud and vicious fight. Actually it was not a fight, as he had never lain a hand on her in anger - it was an argument. They were married for almost ten years, and their arguments had become more frequent. And lately the arguments were about their sex life, or lack thereof. Her position was of the frustrated housewife, while suspecting her still-attractive husband of having a mistress. As Kathy lay thinking about her predicament, Billy's hands became more adventuresome, one hand was heading towards her open robe. For the first time the housewife knew her naked breast was pressed against his denim jacket and tee-shirt, causing her nipple to harden and itch delightfully. As the boy's soft hand touched her naked shoulder, a thrill of excitement ran through the middle-aged woman. It may have been the lack of sex, or perhaps it was the hard penis pressing against her, or maybe her taste for something different. But it was probably a combination of things. She moved slightly and her face was over his. She looked into his young inexperienced eyes and saw uncertainty and he stopped his hand that was mere inches from grabbing her breast. Billy froze in fright when Mrs. Graham lifted her head. She stared into his eyes, almost as if she was searching for something. He almost fainted when she pressed her lips against his, kissing him firmly and without passion. She stopped and looked again into his eyes. The taste of sour wine, bad breath and salt was unmistakable. She kissed him again, this time with more passion, her lips moist and softer against his. Kathy watched as his eyes close in acceptance, and his arms dropped from her back, but the hand still on her naked shoulder was again rubbing. She wanted this young man, half her age, more than she thought she could have wanted a man. It was not that it was Billy in particular, but because it was forbidden. Her tongue slipped into his mouth to spar with his tongue. Loud, slopping noises could be heard from the frantic French kiss while her free hand pushed at her robe until it was down to her waist. She was completely exposed in the front. At that very moment, Paul Graham walked up to his front door and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. As he looked he heard a noise from the other side of the door and his blood froze. His wife had just moaned, a moan only he knew. Or so he thought. He stepped off the stoop and looked through the front window. He couldn't see anything so he went around to a side window. Just around the corner of the living room he saw his almost-naked wife on top of a smaller male. They were kissing very passionately, and even in this dim light, Paul could see their tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. He could see his wife Kathy trying to rip and pull off the boy's clothes, the desperation and hunger evident in her movements. Not for several years had his wife attacked him like that, nor gave any indication that she wanted to be attacked like that. Paul wondered who the boy was. It was not a neighbor's son, nor anyone he had ever seen before. The boy was now trying to get the woman's robe off her arms and past her round buttocks. Legs and arms were flailing around in their frantic haste to disrobe. They were rolling around on the floor like two animals and naked skin was quickly being exposed. Clothes were flying around the living room, jeans, shirt, and underwear. Kathy was again above the boy, and with a cold realization Paul understood what she was doing. She was on her knees, straddling his hips, one hand between her legs. The boy's cock entered his wife about the same time she opened her mouth to scream while the lad tensed up. Obviously they were both enjoying it. As the two naked bodies bucked and bounced against each other, Paul first wondered what to do. He figured this was it - he must divorce his wife. She had turned to another man, or boy. He felt partly responsible, of course, though he was not the one seducing an underage teen. He had to divorce her. He would never be able to trust her again. And the fact that she seemed to enjoy the boy better than she ever did him was a blow to his ego. A blow that he could not live with. Or so he thought. The feelings of betrayal and abuse rushed through him as he watched the pair coupling in a frantic and rushed pace. His anger also hid a feeling of arousal that enlarged his penis. For the first time in years his wife had aroused him. It was not that she was ugly - she was very attractive - but he had gotten bored with her. When his wife slipped off the boy and got on her knees, he knew things had gone far enough. He rushed for the door. Kathy swallowed the small rock-hard cock. Taking it all the way to the base, tasting her own juices, she sucked up and down. Billy had told her of the impending explosion and she wanted him to cum in her mouth. The feeling of doing the lowest, most degrading thing with this young man filled her with an erotic energy. She had not had an orgasm of her own, but she knew that this encounter would fill her fantasies for months to come. The same time she felt the first shot hit the back of her mouth she heard the front door fly open. Kathy could taste the salty bitter sperm of this virgin boy and she could hear the heavy breathing of her husband coming towards her just as the second shot splattered against her tongue. Billy froze when he heard the door open - his orgasm also had something to do with it. This fantasy was turning into a nightmare as he saw a man charging for them out of the corner of his eye. As his energy drained out of the head of his cock, he saw the man grab the back of Mrs. Graham's hair as he pulled her face off the boy's lap. The large burly man growled and threw the housewife over against the far wall. She screamed and started to cry. He lunged for the still-shooting boy, the cum hitting his own stomach. A rough hand grabbed an arm and dragged the boy over to the open door. Kathy stared in horror as her husband threw her young lover out onto the porch and then grabbed at his scattered clothes, throwing them out after him. He slammed the door hard and turned to her again. It was the first time she had ever seen him so fierce and so mad. The fact that he had physically hurt her by grabbing the back of her head was evidence that he was beyond the person Kathy knew. His strong hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled, or dragged, her across the hard-wood floor to a large couch. He threw her on it. She hid her face in her hands and cried loudly, hoping tears would defuse his anger. And for a moment the thought that it had worked flashed through her mind until he pulled her arms roughly behind and together behind her back. She felt him tie her wrists together with something. "W..what are you doing, Paul? God, I'm sorry..." Of course she didn't feel sorry, but she hoped her husband would believe her. He didn't. Paul was so angry, he couldn't talk. He had burst in only to kick out the little snot and to tell his wife about divorcing her. But when he had first turned back to her, upon closing the front door, he had realized that he had a throbbing hard-on. He wanted to punish her, hurt her, make her feel the pain he had felt watching her fuck another person, then he would kick her out of the house and divorce her. He would teach her a lesson! Kathy felt the sting of her husband's leather belt strike her across her wide shapely asscheeks. She screamed and begged for him to stop. But he hit again, and again. Never before had she been treated this way, nor had her husband ever acted this way. He was a different person. He saw the welts and the blood rush to her abused asscheeks, but he also knew that it would not permanently hurt her. The gratification that he felt when he spanked her was making him feel better. She was cursing and crying from the pain of the blows, but he ignored her and continued to strike the wonderfully-shaped white smooth skin. She had squirmed on the couch until her top half was over the top edge of the couch, and her ass had inadvertently raised itself up. It was the most desirable moment that he could remember, the sight of her ass raised up above the rest of her body. Several minutes went by when he threw the belt to the ground. He had not stopped because of any moral or emotional reason, but because he had drained most of the raw anger out of him, leaving lust. His clothes flew off his body, his penis pointed right at her exposed cleft. Kathy caught her breath when he stopped beating her backside but didn't hear him disrobe. Then when a large hard penis entered still wet vaginal hole, she knew she was about to be raped by her own husband. At first his jackhammer strokes caused Kathy pain from her asscheeks and from her cunt being unused to such attention, but the pace didn't let up - instead, it got even faster. Her fear had turned to anger during the beating, and now it was not any different as her cunt was being abused instead of her asscheeks. Paul spoke hoarsely while driving in and out of his wife's hole. "Bitch...fucking some kid, eh?...did his cum taste good, slut?...I'll teach you to fuck around...slut!" And other statements that left little doubt in Kathy's mind why she was being punished. It did not happen suddenly, but during his rape of her cunt, she started to feel the stirring of passion rising in her body. She could not hold it back. Instead her breathing became ragged and her vagina wetter, and her ass started to rotate in time to his thrusts as she broke out in a sweat - all the symptoms of rising to climax. Never before had her husband fucked her with such passion and unrelenting control. This had been what their arguments had been about, and ironically she was getting it because she had been caught screwing another cock. Love didn't suddenly overwhelm her, but lust did. The larger cock was like a piston shoving into her engine, making it purr. Paul felt his wife rotate and grind her hips against his cock. Her breathing was ragged and quick, evidence that she was getting turned on. But he didn't want her to feel good. This was supposed to be a punishment. He pulled his dripping wet cock out of her wet cunt hole. "Please, darling! Anything..." she begged while wiggling her ass seductively. He grabbed her hips to stop her movements and held her firmly as he aimed his cock. The pain was a like a knife inside her. Kathy felt her husband's cock enter slowly but firmly into her virgin asshole. The only lubrication was the juice coating his cock and her sweat. A scream escaped her lips as her husband again abused her body. He drove deeper and deeper, the pressure of his cock filled up her small tight asshole. Obviously he enjoyed it from the sounds he was making. When it wouldn't go any further he pulled it almost all the way out then he drove it back in mercilessly. She felt herself tear, and the warm drops of blood escaping from her body. Paul started to get angry again - she was again beginning to enjoy her punishment. She didn't rotate her ass, but she moved back and forth on the couch. And little screams of pain were intermingled with screams of passion. Even though he hated the sounds, it stirred his cum-laden balls so much that he knew he was about to shoot. "You like to swallow cum, eh?" His anger still evident in his voice. Kathy felt his cock pull out of her backside with a small pop, then she was roughly pulled off the couch and thrown on the floor on her back. Her husbans straddled her neck and head. She knew what he was about to do and disgust ran through her. Paul pushed his rock-hard cock against her lips, forcing his penis into her mouth. The knowledge of where his cock had been didn't bother him since he knew where his wife's mouth had been. He fucked his wife's face frantically, coming closer to orgasm. She would never had admitted to anyone but when the cock had first forced itself into her stretched mouth she had a orgasm. Her body felt like it had been zapped by high-voltage electricity and every muscle in her body was beyond her control. She only barely sensed the enlarged penis drive in and out of her mouth and she sucked hard, trying to please her husband. For the first time an overwhelming sensation of guilt swept through her. Paul felt the sperm moving from his balls to the head of his penis where he tried to hold back but couldn't. He shot his first spurt of cum into his wife's mouth. He almost collapsed with relief and release but pulled out the still- shooting penis and shot the rest of his cum onto his pretty wife's smiling face and still-open mouth. The taste of her husband's sperm was sweeter than the best wine she had ever tasted, and the feel of the warm spunk on her face sent shivers of delight through her body causing several aftershocks to her previous climax. After several moments, Kathy recovered and realized her husband had collapsed on the couch. She awkwardly sat up and walked on her knees to the couch's edge, placing her head on his lap. His hand descended onto her head and slowly stroked her. Guilt ran through her, and she realized she deserved every punishment that he had given her. She started to weep; the tears ran down her cheeks to her husband's thighs. She promised herself that from now on, she would be the perfect wife and lover. She would withhold nothing from her husband. After Paul had orgasmed, his anger had been totally drained away and only regret was left. Regret that he had neglected his wife all these years, of the things he had done to her in anger and the pleasure he had deemed from it. When he felt his wife sob and felt the wet tears on his thighs, he knew she had been punished for her crimes. He also knew nothing would be the same between them, it would be better! _________________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 5