him, though her mouth was not as full as it had been with Martin's great cock, this was better, this was the man she loved! The man she really loved!
He pointed his tongue and entered the open, waiting passageway to her insides. Her flesh burned at his touch. The tongue circled amateurishly at the inner flesh, while he sucked at her. 'Oh, darling,' she gasped. 'Oh, Martin, please hurry, Martin…'
Martin! The name lanced through his brain like a pistol shot. Martin! She said Martin! His cock suddenly deflated like a balloon in her mouth. Her lower jaw dropped at the sudden shriveling of his penis, unaware in her wild sexual revery of what she had said.
He raised himself on the bed to look at her. His eyes were red with hurt and anger, sheltered by arched brows that could have belonged to Satan himself.
'You called me Martin,' he said almost in a whisper. And suddenly, coming to her senses, she remembered.
She had said Martin!
Her face turned to a mask of terror. It was over. She was exposed and vulnerable. From the look on his face she thought she would never get the chance to explain before, in his wild, jealous rage, he killed her.
She froze as he lifted himself erect on his knees. 'You bitch!' he screamed as he slapped her viciously across the face. A red welt immediately rose where his hand had struck.
Tears of pain and betrayal streamed down her still heated cheeks. She had betrayed herself. 'No, Greg, I–I didn't. You're wrong,' she said, looking at him pleadingly, knowing that he didn't believe her.
'You couldn't resist that big stud, could you,' he said, then slapped her again. The room seemed to break with the sound of his hand striking her face. 'How long,' he shouted at her, getting off the bed and walking to the closet. He faced the closet door. 'How long, you whore?' he demanded, then slammed his fist through the wooden panel.
Afraid to answer, she sobbed while he waited. 'Answer me!' he yelled at her, turning so that she could see the blood red eyes, filled with tears of rage. His fists were clenched at his sides. Every muscle in his body was tight, straining at his skin.
'Once,' she answered sheepishly, waiting for his reaction. 'Only once.'
'Bull,' he roared. 'You expect me to believe that!'
He took a step toward her. Her voice broke as she spoke. 'Please, you must believe me. I was drunk. It was the night you left for Dallas. I was drunk when he brought me home. It was in the car. I…'
'In the car! Christ! Like a couple of high school kids!'
'No, darling, please. I thought it was you,' she lied. 'I didn't know, until we were in the house and had coffee…'
'You brought him into the house? Into our house? Into our bed?'
'No, I, no… yes… in the house.'
'Did he fuck you here, on this bed,' Greg asked. His tone had quieted. He moved closer to her, standing over her as she cowered on the bed, trying to tell what had happened.
The same word, Janet thought. He said the same word. Greg had never sworn in front of her except for an occasional damn. 'Yes, here.'
'Say it, you little whore,' he said, leaning on his knuckles. 'Say that he fucked you here.'
'Yes!' she yelled back. 'He fucked me here!' She broke and started sobbing worse. The lewd grin on her husband's face was the same one she had seen when Martin had ravaged her on the very same bedspread.
'Did he play with this,' he said, putting his fingers on her clitoris. She nodded helplessly as he began to toy with the still swollen bud that ached from go much attention. 'Or this,' he asked, shoving his finger hard into the dampened opening of her vagina.
'What else did he do?' Greg demanded. 'This,' and he bent his head and bit at the softness between her legs. 'Tell me!'
This wasn't her Greg. She could not believe that the depraved man slobbering down between her thighs was her husband. She started to mumble what had happened to her, feeling his tongue drive deeper into her cunt as she half whispered out the sordid story of her adultery. It played with her, sending her quickly to a new high of tense excitement as she talked.
'And he made me suck him,' she groaned, her body writhing beneath his nibbling lips. 'His prick was soft when we started and he made me suck it.'
Greg's too, was still soft. But as he nibbled at the open mouth of her fiery cunt he turned his body on the bed. She knew exactly what the gesture meant and bent her head, grabbing the soft, flaccid cock and swallowing it deep in her mouth. It grew rapidly as she began to suck at it. The head rose in temperature, heating the entire inside of her mouth.
Greg raised his head from between her legs, 'Then what!'
'He made me hum while I sucked him,' she answered, her eyes closed with shame.
'Hum, bitch!' he commanded. 'Suck me and hum just like you did with him!'
Quickly she obeyed. From deep within her throat came a sound she had heard only once before, the sound of a woman humming as she sucked greedily at a man's swollen cock. She could feel the massive prick twitching and throbbing in her mouth. It leaked small drops of warm, pungent sperm as she sucked, and she swallowed them greedily. The furnace between her legs was burning her entire body. Greg sucked at her and shot his tongue again and again deep into the open, red lips.
'Then did he fuck you?' he asked her, raising his head for a moment.
'Not exactly,' she gasped, almost unable to control her voice. He wouldn't, she thought. Her own husband wouldn't do what Martin had. He's not that cruel!
'What do you mean, not exactly?'
'He-he did it to me from behind,' she stammered, unable to look at his contorted face.
'In the ass?' his voice rose increduously. 'He fucked you in the ass?'
'Yes, oh yes, but please don't. It-it hurts, darling, it hurts,' she pleaded as though her life depended on it.
He pulled at her red anus with his finger, contemplating if he should. But he stopped a moment later. Obviously she had been forced to do it that way and he would have no part of that. He had had enough revenge for now. He wanted his cock to drive deep within her and remind her that her body belonged to him and no one else. If they were to talk, they would do it later.
He quickly turned his body, meeting her face with his. Her eyes were blood red with tears but she thought she saw a sign of remorse as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, crushing her lips with his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his loins. 'I won't do that,' he said to her. 'But I'm going to fuck you like Martin never could! Do you want me to fuck you like that?'
'Yes, Greg, please. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder than ever before. Please fuck me now!' she pleaded, wanting in her agony for him to destroy her.
He repositioned himself and thrust at her with his massive swollen cock, but missed her the first time. Rotating his hips slightly he found the entrance and plunged himself deeply into her. 'Oooooohhh,' she moaned. 'Oooohhh, I love you, I swear I do, darling. Fuck me, please,' she begged. Her words and groaning excited him to a new frenzy. For half an hour they had been tormenting each other with sex and with words. And he could hold back no longer. He began to thrust himself up into her hot, contracting pussy as hard as he could.
Each stroke was like the first for her, except that it was more wanted than the last. Each time she locked her legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him. They were both on fire, as though trying to destroy each other, fighting more than loving. He wanting revenge on her and she wanting to appease his honor, trying to hurt herself as they drove harder and harder against each other.
'Oh, arrggggghhhhh,' he groaned as his climax hit him like a thunder bolt. His sperm pulled its way up from the depths of his balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray piece of meat, the white hot liquid shooting in wild, uncontrolled spurts toward the heat that burned inside the straining belly beneath him. She grunted, contracting the muscles of her cunt tighter and tighter around his plunging cock as he erupted again and spewed relentlessly, spurt after spurt deep into her body.
'Oh, yes!' she screamed. 'I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnnggggg, toooooo!!' and arched her back upwards like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a cliff into nothingness. His juices filled her and crashed wetly into her
