The two Arab men below her, excited by her husband's unanticipated participation, began to increase the force of their own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping pussy and asshole. They lunged into her with deep, desperate strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect prick stretching her pink lips lewdly to their limit.
To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Claire's face as her angrily aroused husband sank far into the back of her wetly sucking mouth until the coarse dark hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His cum-filled balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly against his wife's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.
Then, suddenly, as they watched through impassioned eyes, Grant Wells jerked his cock from his wife's sucking lips and held his prick about two inches away as, with an agonized groan, he began spewing his hot, thick cum into her greedily opened mouth in an obscene geyser spray.
'Shit,' he gasped as the jetting spurt streamed from his ballooning cock head like water from a fireman's hose, filling her mouth to the brim.
His young wife swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting juices as her mouth bobbed up and down to keep up with the hotly jerking prick jettisoning its life-satisfying juices into her face. Her husband's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of cum; and her mouth overflowed, thin trails of the pearl- colored liquid running out from the corners of her lips and over the rapidly working muscles of her throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir.
'Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh, fuck… fuck me, you bastards!' Claire coughed and groaned at the mental picture of her handsome young husband obscenely shooting his cock-juice into her mouth while the others fucked deep into her ass and cunt.
She was cumming now too, and wildly writhed out her release as she continued her uncontrollable gyrations on the two expanding cocks fucking into her.
'Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!' She was going out of her mind now! The thought of her husband spewing his angry cum-juice all over her helpless face while the two Arab men fucked her cunt and asshole was too much!
Her husband's tanned, muscular body glinted with perspiration, as though anointed with magic sensuous oil – the early twilight glimmered across the Persian Gulf, waving surrealistically in front of her lust-filled eyes. Everything was more alive, more vibrant with excitement than it had ever been in her life – she couldn't define her ecstasy as the two Arabs pumped their hotly throbbing shafts in and out of her contorting belly… she had to cum now! She couldn't hold back any longer!
Khalid and Makumud felt her two cock-stuffed holes flowering open around their aching pricks and gushes of wet, hot liquid flooding around and down their furiously pistoning cocks.
'Khalid, fuck her hard,' Makumud hissed from in front.
They screwed faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused young wife jerk between them several times, the muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis working and sucking hungrily at the two cocks fucking deep inside as though trying to milk them dry.
Claire's breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt them plunge deep inside again as the searing jets of their hot, scalding juices shot from the tips of their lust-crazed cocks into her heatedly quivering belly. The orgasmic juices mingled deep down inside her in a hot, wet pool of abandoned passion that Claire had never known could exist.
The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell obscenely out to her sides on the cum and sweat-dappled ground beneath them. The satiated blonde lay still, her naked back flat on Khalid's chest, Makumud's young body. splayed over her own.
Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted deeply to get her breath, sinking into a half-conscious state of joy and contentment she had never known before.
Sometime later, she was vaguely aware of movement beside her and she lightly felt a soft, tender kiss on the cheek and then the rush of air as someone left the tiny inner room of the house.
Chapter 7
Claire awoke some hours later. The night had come, and she could see the stars shining coldly against the blackness of the sky through the little window. She shook her head groggily as though to clear it and then rose shakily to her feet. Claire knew someone had left the little room hours ago; and she looked around fearfully for a moment, afraid that it might have been Grant who had walked out on her. As her eyes scanned the shadows, she went almost weak with relief as she realized that it was the two Arab boys who had left her, and her husband was sleeping peacefully in the same spot where he had collapsed in exhaustion after he had emptied his hot, luscious juices into her willing mouth.
Claire walked slowly over to where Grant was sleeping, careful not to make a sound that would disturb him. He looked so handsome lying there in his sleep – so innocent and carefree – just as he had been when they had first married in what now seemed like so many years ago. She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she remembered how much in love they had been then. Even now she could feel how strong her love was for this man, and she knew that no matter what he would ever do to her she would always feel this way. If only she knew what he was feeling for her.
They both had changed so much in the past few weeks that maybe they would not be compatible anymore. Maybe Grant even hated her!
Claire turned away from him, the tears running down her face at such an unbearable thought. She searched for her clothes and put them on as quickly as she could for the air in the room had suddenly become oppressive. And she needed to get out of there She nearly ran out of the house and out into the open air. The distraught young wife walked across the beach to the shore. A hot wind blowing from the Gulf tousled and tossed her long wavy hair and seemed to ease some of the seething thoughts in her mind.
Claire Wells sat down on the cool sand and stared out across the black moving waters of the Persian Gulf. She never heard his footsteps as he came up beside her, she just knew that he was there, and he was speaking to her.
'Claire!' She heard her husband's voice behind her. She turned and saw his thin muscular body walking barefoot across the sand toward her.
'Grant,' she said.
Grant, clad only in his shorts, came up to her and dropped to the sand. He looked at her inquisitively and smiled. She smiled back, feeling utterly calm all of a sudden.
Then he said something in a low tone, which she didn't hear, but pretended that she did. He looked so handsome there in the moonlight – he could almost have been one of the magical princes out of the Arabian Nights.
He smiled and Claire smiled back, wondering what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, he dropped from his sitting position with a kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From the look of his strong calloused hands and the bulging muscles of his biceps, she was reminded of how great a lover he could be when he wanted. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles that he could use to her greatest pleasures when he screwed her.
Claire told herself she should say something. But she couldn't seem to get anything out, and anyway, what happened next would be up to Grant. She had no right to ask her husband for anything anymore. If he wanted her back he would have to be the one to make the first move.
Claire's husband grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it from one hand to the other. 'Claire.' He let the sand run through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass. 'We have to talk.'
'I know,' she said.
His coal-dark hair was a perfect accent to the deep permanent tan of his broad shoulders, and each time he lifted another handful of sand she could see the ripples of his hard chest muscles, and as she looked at him lying in front of her in his shorts, her belly and cunt flamed with uncontrollable passion. She could see his cock was hard by the way the cloth at his crotch bulged out toward her.
'Do we have to talk?' she asked suddenly.
Grant made a low hissing sound, and for some unknown reason she felt her insides turn to jelly as she saw
