She heard the unmistakable sound of her husband Tommy's voice coming from another part of the apartment! She couldn't make out the words from where she was, but it was obvious that he was doing something to Fred's wife Grace and that he was enjoying it.
How could he! she thought to herself. Right in his best friend's apartment!
Fred had heard the sound too, and felt Linda's reaction beside him on the bed. He pretended to be shocked and surprised to learn that Tommy was in the other room with his wife, and growled into Linda's ear, 'That shameless bastard is fucking my wife right now – in the kitchen!' He made a move as if to get up from the bed and go catch them in the act.
'No – wait!' Linda cried in alarm. There was no telling what would happen if Fred Furness should be confronted by the sight of his wife and Linda's husband actually engaged in the act of love. He might even completely lose control and God only knew what would happen then.
Furness let himself be pulled back down beside her, holding back as if reluctant to give in to the hand tugging at his wrist.
'Did you hear him?' he asked in an angry tone looking down at her tense young body in a distracted rage. 'He's fucking my wife Grace!'
'Yes,' she mumbled back, surprised at the way the lewd word strangely no longer offended her ears.
He stretched out beside her again and they lay absolutely still, staring at each other for a long moment, overhearing the increasingly passionate groaning and mewling voices echoing dimly from the other room. Suddenly Fred Furness' face hardened into a determined grimace and he seemed to come to a decision.
'Goddamnit, it's just not right! I believe in an eye for an eye, a fuck for a fuck. Why did this have to happen to me? I can't even get back at them!' he whispered roughly into her ear. Abruptly he pulled her onto her side so that they were facing each other, grinding his pelvis tightly into hers and sliding his hand down to the contoured roundness of her buttocks, forcing her loins to stay pressed against his.
Inevitably, he felt his cock jerking wildly and swelling with the engorging blood pumping hotly into it.
'Oh, no, God, no, we can't, we can't!' Linda whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to clamp itself against hers, forgetting for the moment that he had said he was impotent. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too much for her and she only succeeded in worsening her position, not daring to struggle too much or to cry out for fear of bringing attention to themselves. She had suddenly decided that she didn't want to even pretend that she and Furness were having a secret affair. She only wanted to get dressed and get out of there as soon as possible and leave the whole sordid sequence of events behind. She no longer believed she could look either Tommy or Grace in the face again without being filled with disgust, and she would never, never be able to let Tommy touch her again.
'Why not? Your husband's fucking my wife!' Furness growled, holding her body in contact with his in spite of her vain struggles to escape the vise-like grip of his arms.
'B-but you said you couldn't make love! You told me that was the reason why Grace got involved with Tommy in the first place,' she pleaded, not comprehending. She couldn't help but notice the rigid shaft of insistently pulsating flesh pressing into the yielding firmness of her belly, and it suddenly dawned on her that, whatever was true before about his not getting an erection, he had one now and he wanted to put it up inside her unwilling vagina.
'Yeah,' Furness snorted. 'That's what I told Tommy, and he agreed to do me the favor of taking care of Grace for me – but that's all changed now. Feel that?' And before she could resist, he took her hand in his and relentlessly forced it down between their bodies on the bed, uncoiling her fingers and wrapping them around the thick throbbing rod still inside his shorts.
'Oh, please. Please don't do it to me!' she cried, tears again bubbling to her eyes. He was much stronger than she and had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. There was no chance that her husband Tommy would come to her aid even if she should call out to him. He would only think they had been up to something all along without his knowledge.
Her body stiffened as she felt Fred Furness begin massaging the taut trembling cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins still tighter against his. As he ground against her, his mouth now locked wetly to her tightly compressed, resisting lips, she gasped and held her breath. The frightened young wife managed to pull her hand away from the fleshy shaft, but now the pulsing thick hardness of his penis in his shorts was grinding into her genitals – and inexplicably she could feel a tingling sensation down there, a gradual moistening of the narrow band of nylon pressing into the quivering vaginal slit up between her thighs. Sudden uncontrolled sensations began to course through her body against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against it with all her strength.
Through the rushing noises filling her confused mind, she heard the occasional high-pitched whine of Grace's voice intermingled with lower guttural grunting and moaning noises spilling out of Tommy's throat. She could feel Fred's insistent moist tongue thrusting again and again against her compressed lips as it tried to force its way into her mouth, flicking and lashing like a serpent striking from the wet cavern engulfing her lips. Her body pitched and writhed against his like a trapped animal trying desperately to escape, but his harsh fingers began nipping and teasing at her turgidly erect nipple through the thin cloth of her brassiere, and the lewdly persistent hardness of his penis kept on rubbing into her loins, bringing further soft moans of helpless submission from deep in her chest. The thought of her very helplessness and of her husband a few yards away in the kitchen making love to another woman were too much for her tortured mind.
Furness made a long slow, sweeping motion of his hand over the roundly curving contours of his blonde neighbor's body from her thigh all the way up over the voluptuous swell of her hips and buttocks to the resilient firmness of her breast, finally pulling his open mouth away from hers. 'God, you're really built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this swap.'
Linda turned her face into the bedspread, her long blonde hair falling to cover it from his view, whimpering as she felt the lewdly delicious feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. It had suddenly dawned on her that this whole thing had been planned very carefully for this moment, but the realization of what was going on had come too late.
Her body jerked slightly as she felt Fred's fingers hooking under the clasp of her brassiere, and she moaned trying again to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the strange sensations still building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
'Baby, I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you good. That'll teach you to treat me like some kind of low-life slob,' he growled, grinning triumphantly as he finally succeeded in undoing the clasp holding her brassiere. 'And I'll be returning the favor to your husband at the same time.'
Linda gasped again and held her breath, instinctively thrusting her breasts tightly against his chest to prevent his pulling away the now uselessly dangling brassiere. But nothing could stop him now, and an electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her legs as she felt him slipping a finger slowly but surely under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back from him a little, whimpering helplessly as the tip of his finger found her narrow sensitive pussy-slit and gently thrust up into it, parting the soft pubic curls and making sudden maddening contact with the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire coursing through her body, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back me groan of pleasure building up unbidden in her chest. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't let Fred know he was having such an effect on her, couldn't broadcast her presence to the wanton couple in the other room.
'Spread your legs a little, baby,' Furness ordered. 'I want 'em open wide.'
'Oh God, please don't, please don't make me,' Linda begged. 'Not while Tommy is in there.'
'Too late now, baby,' Furness said with a cold cruel grin playing across his lips. He knew now that this would be the worst humiliation she could suffer at his hands, and the realization increased his anticipation twice as much. It would do his heart good to know she would suffer more from his violation of her innocence because of her husband's presence. 'This is what I've been waiting for, and I'm not going to let all my plans go down the drain. Besides, Tommy's out there balling my wife. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?' he added.
'You mean you thought all this out before?' The brutal realization that she had been led into this like a naive young school girl suddenly hit her with all the impact of a sledgehammer.
'Hell, yes,' he gloated proudly. 'You don't think that fool husband of yours would have had the gumption to seduce my wife on his own, do you? No, baby, it was your sweet little ass that got him where he is now and nothing more. And I intend to get a lot out of you for it.' Abruptly he let go of her and got up, slipping his shorts
