Which, at the moment, meant nothing to Sally. She knew that he was good for one fast shot… and then nothing. His full balls weren't likely to give her satisfaction – not after thirteen years of failure.
'Come on, Sally,' Hal said, 'Suck on it!' He was holding his penis in his hand scant inches from her face. His fingers were tight around his cock, too tight, as if he were pointing a gun.
Sally sighed and moved to comply. She'd had a totally satisfying day of sex with the boys and she didn't really want to be bothered. But Hal was her husband. And she did have to keep him happy.
Slowly she bowed her head over his cock and sucked it in her mouth. Her lips tightened on the crown and then her fingers wrapped around his long, hot shaft. Gently she squeezed. Hal responded by moving slightly.
His cock felt comfortable in her mouth and Sally knew if she let him fuck her, it would only get her excited for nothing.
Saying nothing to Hal, she began to caress his penis with her fingers. Her tongue wrapped around the end of his prick and slid back and forth like sandpaper, heating it up. Her other hand fondled his balls.
Hal was heaving his hips back and forth. He was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her red lips.
Sally hurried to help. Gently at first, but then harder and harder she began to masturbate his throbbing pecker. Her fingers wrapped tightly around his loose cock skin as she jacked it back and forth. Her lips slid in eager cadence up and down on the sensitive end, her teeth nipping at it to stir his juices.
Without any warning, Hal grabbed two handfuls of chestnut curls and began to ram his cock brutally in and out of her saliva filled mouth. His belly battered against Sally's nose. She had to let go with her hands as he jabbed his cock down her throat.
'Cunt, cunt, cunt!' Hal chanted as he raped her face.
Sally didn't want to admit it to her husband, but the sudden violence in his sucking was turning her on. Each stroke of his hard stick in her mouth was like a penis plunging into her cunt from the wrong end.
'Cunt!' Hal growled. He thrust hard and suddenly he was erupting in her fevered mouth. Semen sprayed against the back of Sally's throat and she gulped desperately to keep it from leaking out and dribbling down her chin.
Hal's penis started to get soft and slipped out of her mouth.
Sally sighed and lay back on the bed. She was hot again. Her cunt was quivering with longing. Her tits were hot mounds on her chest. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
Sally tried to burrow into the cool pillows. They seemed to ease the fever that was raging in her body.
'God damn cunt, is that all you think you're going to have to do?' Hal's voice was nasty. His face was angry and his cock, instead of getting soft was getting hard again.
'What's wrong, Hal?'
'That's a good question, cunt!' Hal eyed her and his gaze was vicious. 'Get your good-for-nothing, cock- sucking ass out of that bed! Now!'
Panic seized Sally. It was like a vice around her heart and lungs. Her blood stopped pounding and she couldn't catch her breath. She had never seriously considered Hal finding out about any of it. Why should he? It was a big world and even if she'd thought of Thatcher telling, he hadn't even known where they lived. She hadn't told him.
'Look what I've brought, darling.' Hal groped under his clothes lying on the chair and showed her a couple of pieces of soft, white cotton rope. 'Guess what we're going to do with these?'
Sally wordlessly shook her head. Panic wouldn't let her think or talk.
'We're going to punish you, darling. For being naughty.' Hal took her hand and led her to a high night table with a lamp on it. He set the lamp on the floor and then forced Sally to lean over the table. He hummed happily as he tied her wrists to the legs. Taking another piece of rope, he tied her ankles to the table legs on the other side.
Sally was desperately afraid. Stretched naked over the stand she felt completely helpless, vulnerable. It was just high enough that her belly pressed against the table top and she could ease her weight off her legs and arms. But that was all she could do.
Hal walked around her, smiling. And that scared Sally more than anything else. His cock stuck out in front of him rigid and rejuvenated. She struggled with the ropes, but they wouldn't budge.
'That's all right, darling! I'm right here.'
Sally looked up and stared straight at her husband's cock. It was pointed at her face at eye level.
'Go on, lick it. You want to. You want to beg forgiveness, don't you?'
Wordlessly, Sally nodded. She did want Hal to forgive her.
Hal moved closer and his pecker brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth and sucked him in. His hot joint filled her dry mouth and probed against her throat and she desperately began sucking and licking at it. As she did, she felt her own sexual juices begin flowing again. Her cunt, puffy between her hot thighs, seemed to stick out behind her far enough to be stimulated by the mildest of breezes.
In and out, Hal plunged his cock in and out of her mouth and her lips squeezed and pulled and played with it. His seminal juice leaked into her mouth, filling her with the taste of his sex, but he didn't really come or get soft. It seemed he was hard with rage and that his cock would never go down.
I've been wicked. Sally told herself as she sucked on her husband's plunging pecker. I deserve to be treated this way. I should be punished. She sucked harder and felt Hal's pecker respond.
But then he pulled it out of her mouth and stood looking at it with a strange expression on his face. 'Well,' he said, 'look how hard that son of a bitch it. Do you think it's hard enough?'
He paused, as if waiting for an answer.
'It's beautiful, Hal,' Sally croaked. 'It's hard enough to stick up my hot little cunt and ream it out until I can't stand.'
'Should I try to do that, darling? Is that what you want?'
Sally nodded her head, her chestnut curls bobbing wildly up and down. 'Yes, darling. Please! Please punish me with it.'
Hal smiled and walked around her bent over body until he was out of sight. All Sally had to look at was the gold carpet on the bedroom floor. But she knew what her rear would look like to Hal. Her cunt lips were all puffy under her thick thatch of reddish hair and he should be able to see her crack thrust back between her thighs.
'Oooohhhh!'
There was a sudden groping, Hal's hand, and Sally groaned when his fingers collided with her weeping cunt. It was like an electric shock, mild but stimulating. She wanted more!
'I can't see anything back here, darling. It's all hairy,' Hal complained. His hand again brushed over her cunt and Sally wiggled her outthrust ass like a bitch in heat.
'Cut if off. Shave my cunt, Hal. Please…'
Sally felt like crying. She was so helpless. And she had to tell her husband everything. Even how to punish her.
For what seemed a long time she hung over the end table. It was only moments while Hal went in the bedroom, but to Sally it seemed like hours were passing. Staring at the floor, she remembered in intimate detail each time she had been unfaithful to her husband. Her cunt quivered and moved with each memory of a strange cock in it.
And then Hal was back and the shrill buzz of an electric razor disturbed her thoughts.
She almost screamed when Hal pressed the cold steel of the razor head against her quivering crotch. It tingled, and the twin shock of the cold metal and the vibrating razor head and blades made her come with practically insane force. She felt her juice flowing like a river down the inside of her thigh.
'God damn, you're getting everything back here wet,' Hal complained.
'I'm… I'm sorry, darling. I'll try to control myself.'
'You'd better,' Hal grumbled.
The razor toured the hairy insides of Sally's thighs, first. Then the maddeningly vibrating head brushed up against the soft, pink edges of her cunt lips. Sally moaned. She was keyed up. Tense. The sudden touch left her unexpectedly weak as her sexual heeling seemed to concentrate on the rim of her slot.
She shivered. The buzz of the razor was like a swarm of insects attacking her twat. Her whole cunt prickled with the sensation of being touched and felt in a dozen places at once.
