'Disappointed?' Harry emitted a long, contented sigh, and then put voice to what he had been thinking earlier. 'He doesn't know how Goddamned lucky he's going to be.'
'You're sweet, lover,' Gay said, and then she moved beside him, taking his hand and gliding it down over her sweat-slick belly to the warm pulsating wetness of her cunt. 'And now you have to reciprocate for what I just did for you. You have to suck my hot little cunt.' Again, it was a command, but Harry didn't care; after what she had just done for him, he would have obeyed any order she gave him. He would have licked her asshole if she'd wanted him to… Come to think of it, that wasn't a bad idea.
Smiling, feeling his wetly glistening cock begin to stir again, Harry moistened his lips and slid down the sofa to where his wife's warmly throbbing pussy waited for him in all its hot, moist splendor, and her tiny puckered anus lay nestled teasingly below it.
Jill Parker lay on the bed in her room, feeling miserable and never more alone. The… near-rape by Harry Sommers, coming as a result of her own foolish drunkenness, had been the one crushing blow to cap a day filled with unhappiness and portensions of a final marital split between Tom and herself He hadn't been home when she came rushing back to the room after fleeing Sommers, and now she wondered if maybe Harry had been right in thinking Tom was out somewhere, 'getting his.'. No, that wasn't possible, Jill thought. Whatever else Tom was; he wasn't a cheat; he wouldn't be unfaithful to her. Would he? Oh God, she didn't know what to believe anymore.
It was dark in the room and hot, and after awhile Jill got up and undressed, and put on her light pajamas. She slid beneath the cool sheets on the double bed and tried to sleep, but she found herself worrying about Tom and wondering where he had gone off to. Probably someplace to get drunk; God, she hoped not! He was… well, he was almost like an animal when he was drinking heavily. Not that he beat her up or anything, but he became incredibly demanding, and if she didn't respond.
An involuntary shudder passed through Jill's slender body, but it wasn't only from the thought of Tom and his demanding ways when drunk. No, it was a shudder born of fear – yes, and of guilt and shame at her own shortcomings. She didn't want to lose Tom, didn't want to face the coming years and decades alone or with some other man. She was a dependent woman, she knew that too, and yet to be totally submissive, the way he wanted her to be, seemed a simple impossibility.
The sound of the front door being pulled open startled Jill out of her reverie. She raised up in the bed, and then the door slammed shut. There was the heavy trod of Tom's steps, and then a crashing sound as if he'd walked into a table or something in the darkness. 'Fucking son of a bitch!' she heard him exclaim, and she winced at the harsh vulgarity of the words and at their slurred pronunciation, for that indicated that Tom had been drinking and drinking heavily..
Seconds later he came into the bedroom, stood framed in the doorway holding onto the jamb and leaning heavily against it. His hair was disheveled, and his clothing seemed oddly rumpled Feeling a constriction in her throat, thinking that perhaps he had gotten into a fight or fallen and hurt himself, Jill overcame her fear of him and reached over to switch on the nightstand lamp.
Tom blinked, lifting one hand to shade his eyes, then squinted at Jill lying in bed. She was relieved to see that he was all right, that he hadn't been hurt in some way. 'Tom,' she said, 'I -'Oh, so you're up, eh?' he said drunkenly, and she knew then that he was more than a little intoxicated. 'What the fuck? Don't tell me you were waiting for me? Hah! That'll be the Goddamned day when you wait up for me'
'Tom, please!'
'Tom, please!' he mimicked in a high pitched falsetto. 'Bullshit on that! You'll lie there and take what I dish out, baby. You Goddamned well better, you frigid little bitch.'
Jill felt hot tears of humiliation sear her eyes.
She lay back down, drawing the sheet up to her throat again, her eyes wide and staring at her huge, powerful husband. Tom stared back at her for a moment, and then a familiar ugly grin spread across his face. 'I'm drunk, you know that?' he said. 'But I'm not too drunk to tear off a little piece of that ice cold ass of yours. What say, Jill? How about if we fuck?'
'No, Tom!' The callousness in her husband's voice, the remembered savagery, frightened her and made the tears flow hotter and faster.
'Yes, goddamn yes!' shouted Tom, and he lunged at the bed, throwing himself onto it and pulling the sheet away from Jill's chin. She tried to scramble away from him, out of bed, but he held her imprisoned in his arms. Then he reached out one hand and caught her in the neck of her pajama tops. Mercilessly, he tugged downward, slowly popping the little pearl buttons off and tearing the material, exposing one of Jill's full, proudly upthrust breasts to his lusting eyes. He covered the creamy-white globe with his hand, cruelly squeezing the sensitive little nipple and pain slashed through her as he pinched the naked tip.
'Oh God, please… please, Tom, be gentle… please be gentle
He didn't reply, but his demanding wet mouth lowered to greedily mash itself against her soft red lips; he reeked of drink but he didn't let up, forcing her mouth open wide to accept his moistly probing tongue to accept his saliva with her own while his hand continued to squeeze and manipulate her tender breast with a calculated, drunken sadism. Then, suddenly, he drew back and leered down at her.
'I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. And if you respond to it, then maybe we can save this Goddamn farce we call a marriage, after all.'
Jill could only lie there with fear and revulsion showing on her face while Tom ripped at his clothes and flung them wildly from his muscular young body. Then, when he had lowered his shorts, she saw his huge, thick tree stump of a penis, growing and expanding with pumping blood until it seemed to her to be ready to burst. He reached down and stroked its mammoth girth, making forward thrusts of his pelvis in a lewd pantomime of copulation.
'Going to fuck you silly, Jill Baby, going to luck you silly.'
The terrified young wife stared at the bulbous head of her husband's massively erected penis as he stroked it, and her eyes were wide with hypnotic disbelief at what was about to happen. She was going to be violated, raped by her own husband so soon after almost being raped by his boss. She wanted to scream out at him, tell him about Sommers and what he had tried to do, but she knew it would be useless, that he was too drunk to comprehend or to care even if he did; the only thing on his mind now was her, was violating her soft, warm body with that terribly swollen penis of his.
Her husband reached down, then, and wrenched the sheets all the way off the bed. His fevered hands grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them off in a single motion, leaving her naked and trembling before his hot devouring eyes. He stared at her soft, hair-fringed vagina, so warm looking with its tiny clitoris quivering in the secret nest formed up between her legs by the downy soft pubic curls. Saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth, and his impatiently throbbing cock leapt in anticipation. He had to fuck her! Now, right now!
He threw himself down upon the nakedly trembling woman, unmindful of her soft pleading cry for mercy. He held her wild, straining form, pinioning her helplessly with his hard-muscled, tensed chest. Her honey blonde hair flailed violently from side to side, and her lovely face contorted in terror, but he ignored that just as he had ignored her terrified pleas.
And then he fucked her… without love and without tenderness. He was ready, had been that entire day, and the drinking had only enhanced the state of his wildly unpredictable arousal and his need. He forced himself brutally on top of his young wife, spreading her long, curved legs wide, his hips falling heavily between them to wedge her fearfully cringing cunt into a widespread defenseless position. If it had not been for her earlier excitement with Sommers, unwitting though it had been, she would have been ripped apart as he thrust his blood engorged head savagely between the petal like lips of her warmly helpless cunt. He ground his pelvis into her, sending his lust-thickened cock firing like a molten arrow deep, deep into her painfully stretched vagina to slam the swollen head painfully off her cervix.
'Oooooohhhhh!' Jill screamed in agony, and flailed her legs out on either side of his body in a vain attempt to escape his barbaric impalement. This only caused Tom to stroke harder and harder, making his huge turgid cock
