She was vaguely aware of someone entering the living room, but nothing mattered now except the male body driving his cock rhythmically into her cunt from above.
'You bitch,' an angry male voice said.
The puzzling voice continued to attack her, but it didn't matter. Her body was white-hot and her head flailed from side to side wildly, her mouth open in slavish abandon. Hamid's heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a savage beast, smashing her hotly quivering tits tightly back against her chest. His huge prick fucked deep into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of her hot pussy flesh before its cruelly rampaging head. Her cunt clasped around his thickening cock voraciously, wetly devouring its ever-burgeoning head to the very hilt. She groaned in relief at the wonderful rigidity filling her lewdly stretched pussy walls as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her obscenely grinding cunt.
'Don't let me stop you,' a male voice said. 'Just go right ahead. But, boy, are you ever going to be sorry you did this to me. You are going to be so sorry!'
Claire's body drove on unheeding – she was almost ready to cum and could not stop now. Tiny relentless flames of lust flared in her belly, burning the insanely tingling walls of her hungrily devouring cunt. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end – just an infinitesimal second away.
And then… and then… it happened.
'Aaaannnnnngggghhhh! I-I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!' she pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. 'I'm cumming – aaaaaahhhh!'
Her hands darted behind his driving ass, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper up into her wildly cumming cunt. Her cum juices flowed wetly out around his still fucking cock, seeping down the sweating crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-puckered ass-cheeks.
Above her, Hamid groaned and she could feel the lewd, hot waves of his juice shooting deep up into her greedily milking womb, mixing lasciviously with her own pussy juices. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the powerful fiery squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with this Arab's heated cum. The hot, juicy walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking prick like a sucking, starving mouth, until Claire's firm young body was drained of everything – and her limbs collapsed loosely onto the couch cushions, as Hamid's grip on her legs was released and he fell heavily on top of her.
They lay there panting, still almost fully dressed, for several moments before she again became aware of the other, unknown presence in the room. In her ecstasy, she had assumed it was Francine, and she hadn't cared, hadn't had the power to stop even if her friend had seen them. But now she turned her head and opened her fluttering eyelids to look up through the narrow hazy slits of her lust-smoked eyes at the unbelievable presence of her husband.
It was Grant!
Or, at least, it had been Grant, for his tall figure was now tearing out of the house, overturning everything that came into his path. He had seen her being fucked by the Arab!
'I came back from the business meeting early,' he turned and spat venomously from the door. 'I figured you might have gone to visit the banners, but I'll admit I didn't figure you would fuck them!' Then, with an abrupt turn, he was out the door.
Not too much later, Claire left the apartment without so much as having spoken to Francine, and without a good-bye glance at the Arab who had screwed her so well. She cried helplessly all the way back to the hotel in the taxi, wondering what the hell she could do to get herself out of this mess!
Chapter 5
Claire and Grant avoided each other the next day.
Grant didn't know how Claire felt, he did not dare ask her for fear of what it might open up,. but his own mind was a mass of confusion. Now that he had seen that man fucking Claire last night, what was he to do? Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for dealing with a situation like this. As a geologist, his mind had been trained to deal with facts – and he had enough of those to prove his wife's infidelity – and he could handle that part of it. What he could not handle were the emotions that had come with the discovery. They were tearing him apart!
Part of the problem he knew was with him – and his upbringing. He had always been taught that though fucking was pleasurable, it was also a sin and therefore was not to be considered 'fun.' So, he had never really considered it a big part of his life. Perhaps if he had, things would have been different between Claire and himself.
He had loved her very much when they had gotten married, and he loved her still – but she had never behaved as he had expected a woman to behave. Oh, she had been a good wife to him, that wasn't a problem. The problem was that she was so wild in bed. He had fucked her as often as he could, and she had cum wildly each time, but he always got the feeling when it was over that she was somehow disappointed. He had never been able to figure out why she would be so disappointed – until that night three weeks ago when she had sucked his cock.
She had been so strange, that whole event had been, almost as though it were a dream. It was that night that had triggered off her wild adulteress spree. But goddamn it l Why?
He had gone back to the hotel then, unable to stand these thoughts anymore, and waited until he had enough to demand answers for all of his questions. Claire wasn't in when he got there, so he sat in the quiet room thinking again about what he should do.
Claire came in an hour later. They didn't speak; she puttered around the room, trying to keep busy, and he continued staring out over the city, watching the people as they moved in the street below, watching the sky turning pink with the encroaching sunset.
'Do you want me to have dinner sent up?' Claire finally asked, unable to take the silence any longer.
There was no answer from Grant who sat in his chair with his back turned toward her.
Claire ran her hairbrush through her hair. If only there were some way of making up with Grant, to explain. She wanted to call him to her and embrace him, to run her hands down over his muscular back till she held his cock in her hand and was making it passionately hard with her massaging fingers. But she knew she couldn't – after all, he wouldn't even talk to her.
On a sudden impulse, `she walked over and stood in front of his chair.
'Oh, Grant, I want to apologize for everything. I can't stand this damn silence between the two of us any longer!'
'Oh, brother!' He laughed openly at her.
His frustrated young wife began to cry soft bitter tears as she leaned back against the wall.
'I feel so guilty… so ashamed!'
He got up from his chair and walked to the center of the room, with her trailing behind. 'I got a goddamn eyeful of that guy fucking your cunt tonight. Now you turn around and expect me to accept an apology. Jeezus, you're fucking crazy!'
'If only, you had paid more attention to me,' she blurted out. 'Shown me that you cared.'
'What the hell are you complaining about? You've had a hell of an easy time while I've been working my ever- lovin' ass off.'
'That has nothing to do with you fucking me!' she protested.
He turned from her to open the closet, tearing his light sports coat from the hanger. 'Maybe what I need is a little more experience. You've already had yours.'
'Okay.' Claire dropped into his vacated chair so that, to her enraged husband, it looked as though she were hoping to excite him by playing the slut, with her eyes flashing and her long blonde hair falling brazenly across her shoulders. She was hoping he was aroused enough to be enticed into fucking her. 'I admit I enjoyed what happened. I liked it… his putting his cock in my pussy.'
A crazy smile passed over his lips as he looked down at his skimpily dressed wife who had parted her legs invitingly and arched her hips into a lascivious position.
'Well… now it's time for some of my own private pussy,' he shot back over his shoulder as he headed toward the door.
