you shall be able to try Greg on for size. You'll like that, won't you?'
Darleen turned her head into the pillow, not wanting to look at her husband as he sat on the end of the bed. 'Martin, please,' she pleaded. 'You always make it sound so dirty. Why is it that I'm always at fault when I'm with another man and you… you're such a saint. There's never anything wrong with your activities. Why am I always nothing but a whore?'
She faked a sob, but no tears came to her eyes. Whenever the two of them had found other lovers for the night, they repeated the same scene afterward. Neither was serious, but Martin enjoyed tormenting her and calling her names as much as she enjoyed the suffering at his hands. He played the roll of injured husband and she the role of the unfaithful wife.
He would shout at her, call her names and she would respond to the whip of his tongue, each painful word a delightful snap at her backside. She could feel herself moistening between her legs in anticipation. Her nipples, already erect, awaited his touch, his kiss that she knew would come soon.
They had been married fifteen years and for nine of those years they had been taking other lovers and swapping partners with couples they met. Most of the couples would soon fall out of the arrangement, usually moving out of town, or at least across the county. Many of the men would find work elsewhere in the area to avoid contact with Martin. More than a few couples had ruined their married lives by contact with the Kellys, but other people's fate was not the Kelly's concern. They were holding their own, Darleen thought, precariously, but holding their own. Her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions. 'Whore,' she heard him say quietly. 'You're just a whore with a gold band on her finger. You'll never be anything but a whore. You've always been one and nothing you can do will change that.'
She loved the words. She was no good, she thought, and deserved all that he was saying. There had been many lovers before Martin, and scores since they had been married. But one thing kept them together. No man could please her as he did. No man was cruel enough, hard enough or could give her what she needed.
Most of her lovers were only preludes to what would come to her at home. A single climax with any of them was not what she needed. They were her tools to excite her before she knew she would be taken by Martin when she finally got home. He would torment her and curse her, but then when he finished with the insults, he would screw her like no man would ever dare.
She shuddered with delight. 'Whore,' he said again, this time louder. 'You'd take any man any time. How can you live with yourself!' His voice was stern, but she could detect the note of pain in it, the pain of a man who had been wronged. They were both good actors for this scene that took place at least three times a week and she always knew what was coming next.
She braced herself. His slap was hard. A red mark rose on her buttocks where he had hit her. Her whole bottom tingled. 'Oh, don't,' she cried, knowing that he would do it again and excite her even further. He slapped her again and the soft flesh of her smooth, silky buttocks quivered like flaccid jelly.
'You'd even go to bed with that brute, Monroe, if he came to you,' he said, his voice feigning a threat. Monroe was Peter Grant's bodyguard. He had been a former professional football player and his six foot five inch frame held two hundred and sixty pounds of solid muscle. He guarded Grant twenty-four hours a day, keeping his employer from any harm. As a nightclub operator in Los Angeles, Grant had made many deadly enemies as well as friends. He and his wife knew the Kelly's intimately.
'No, Martin, never him. He's too big, he'd kill me!'
'Do you mean to say I'm not as big as he is. Have I ever split you, have I ever hurt you like you think he would?'
'Oh, yes, my darling. But him, he's an animal. I couldn't take his hairy body on me.'
'What about Janet? Do you think she could take him?' he asked his wife. Her torment increased as he slapped her bottom again.
'Yes, yes, Janet. He could take Janet and we could watch. Oh, Martin, I'd like to watch that brute screw her until she screamed for mercy!'
'You would like to see her hurt, wouldn't you?' he said. 'She would beg him for mercy, just like you beg me — right?'
'Yes, please, oh, yes,' she cried as he slapped her again.
'Then we will, you wait and see,' he said, and pulled at her body, turning her roughly on her back.
They stared at each other for a moment. Darleen's tear-filled eyes could see her husband's sadistic smile. They both would enjoy seeing the girl screwed by Monroe. Darleen would get her revenge against this girl she had always had the fear might possibly take her husband away from her.
She always had feared that one of his partners would take him from her, for Darleen knew she lived on the edge of disaster. If Martin found a woman that could please him more than she could, then their life together would be over. There was no hope that she could find a man who could do for her what he did. Janet would suffer for being so beautiful, for luring her husband into bed.
It was always the other girl's fault, never Martin's. His weakness was beautiful women, and Janet qualified as a temptress by being born beautiful. But she would pay and pay dearly, Darleen thought. There was no other way for the girl. Janet asked for whatever was coming to her. Darleen would insure a double reprisal by seducing Greg. It was only fair.
Martin looked at her, knowing what she was thinking. He always knew what he would conjure up in her mind by mentioning the women that he had just finished with. He knew that Darleen needed revenge to reassure her position. She was alive and fiery, and could please him as no one could. The gulp of loaded gin he had taken before leaving Janet's was at its full force. He was ready now to plunge into his wife.
They both laughed and he fell on top of her, nearly crushing her with his weight as he sought her mouth and covered it with his lips, kissing hard, sucking at her tongue as she plunged it wetly between his teeth. Darleen sucked hungrily at his lower lip, tracing the hard tip of her tongue against the insides of his mouth. Their lovemaking was ritual, but never boring. It was always like the first time for her. The excitement of seeing him naked and aroused was enough to bring her almost to a climax. She always had to hold back for this man, bathing in the pleasure he gave her.
His hands caressed her sides as he lifted himself and rearranged them on the bed, placing her head on the pillow. She felt him kissing her ear, nibbling at the soft, tender lobe, then run his tongue lightly down her neck, across her shoulders to her perfectly formed breasts. He toyed momentarily at her erect nipples and she moaned and quivered beneath him as she felt his moist lips nip at the sensitive, quivering bud.
He had brought her to climax before just by sucking at her nipples, but she knew that he wanted more this time. She knew that his screwing of Greg's wife had only made him want her more.
She moaned as he kissed her soft, flat belly. There was no fat on her body and its softness was feminine, relaxed. Her anticipation only heightened her excitement. She knew that his lips were working their way down and would soon be kissing the soft velvety fleece that curled around her yearning vagina.
As he caressed her with his lips he slowly turned his body around so that his penis neared her head. He ran his tongue to the top of her vaginal slit and parted the moist pink lips with his tongue, at the same time lifting one of his legs over her head and placing it on the other side. His huge prick and testicles hung directly above her face. She grasped the organ with one hand and stroked it softly. The sensations that rose from between her legs as he licked her shot all the way to her brain. The soft, moist sweetness that he was kissing was on fire. Each touch of his tongue was like dry ice, its heat was so intense. She murmured softly and brought his hardened cock closer to her lips, studying it with her eyes.
A small drop of clear liquid poised at the tiny slit-like opening under the smooth, blood-filled head. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, brushing away the small drop of lubricating fluid as she did. Then she parted her lips farther, placing a small fraction of the large crown against her lips, teasing gently with her tongue while down below every touch of his tongue in the soft, pink flesh between her legs lit a small new fire in her.
She slid the whole head of his massive organ into her mouth and pulled the foreskin tightly back, teasing the exposed glans with the wetness of her lips. 'Oooohhh,' he moaned. She knew that she was pleasing him, but she knew always she would. Again she rocked her head slightly, stroking only the head with her mouth. She spread her legs farther to give him greater access to the warm, moist cavern between her thighs.
She could feel his tongue snaking hungrily up into the passageway, hard and searching. The tip played with the flesh at the entrance, rolling in small circles at the tender, hairlined flesh. She sucked more of his rubbery blood-filled cock into her mouth, sure to moisten the flesh with her saliva as she did. The veins throbbed with his
