And then she thought of Stan. He would be home later that week. How could she hide her new-found depravity from him?
But that was something to worry about later. Right now, there was gorgeous cockmeat to consider. She began pushing her ass back and forth slowly and again started licking at Brenda's oozing cunt.
'Let's fuck again,' she whispered. 'And again and again and again,' Mike murmured.
CHAPTER TEN
Wanda's cunt felt like hamburger. For the past four days, she had been fucked so many times, she no longer bothered counting. It even hurt when she walked, and her throat was taw from sucking so much cum.
She looked nervously at the clock, then flinched when she heard Stan's truck drive up.
Oh God, don't let him suspect anything. Please. Just let me look normal for him, she prayed silently.
'Hey, Wanda!' Stan called out, leaping onto the porch, then opening the front door. 'I'm home, baby!'
When he embraced her, she felt that everything would be fine. Just fine. His strong arms sent shivers of passion up and down her spine just as before.
'Let's get into the bedroom,' he said, kissing her warmly on the mouth. 'I've got quite a few days of fucking to catch up on. How about you?'
'Huh? Me?' Wanda stammered. 'Oh, yes, of course.' Her voice sounded strange and high-pitched.
'Then let's get after it,' Stan laughed. When he pulled away and looked at her, his smile froze. 'Hey, you OK? You… is anything wrong?'
'No, nothing,' Wanda said brightly. 'Mmmmm, let's get to bed, sugar.'
When she turned from him to go to the bedroom, he grabbed her wrist, looking at it closely. He then reached for her other hand and looked at it also.
'Hey, where'd you get this?' he asked, studying the rope burns on her skin. 'It looks like you were tied up or something.'
'No, I just…'
'You were tied up, weren't you? Now, who the fuck did this to you?' he demanded.
'It's not what you think, Stan,' Wanda said, looking away. 'I can explain – really.'
'Where are the boys? They did this to you, didn't they?'
Wanda could feel her world crashing down around her. No matter how hard she tried, she knew she couldn't lie to Stan. She would have to tell him the awful truth and then take the consequences.
'Promise me you won't hurt the boys,' Wanda said, her eyes wide with fear. 'Promise me that, Stan.'
'Tell me what happened,' he replied.
'Sit down. I'll tell you.'
Somehow, she managed to tell him the entire story, from beginning to end. And as she spoke, she felt the shame return. She had not only betrayed herself, but she had betrayed the only man who ever loved her. When she finished speaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
During the time she spoke, Stan sat and listened calmly. On the surface, anyway. With alarm, however, Wanda noticed that his knuckles turned white as he grasped the arms of the chair where he was sitting.
'Where are the boys? And this Brenda?' Stan said at last.
'Don't hurt them,' Wanda begged, although at the moment, she was almost sick with fear for her own safety.
Stan looked like he could and would kill.
'They're in the barn, I think,' she said lamely.
After Stan stormed out, Wanda felt her knees go weak. She knew that even though Stan was furious, he loved his children too much to hurt them. Still, he might be angry enough to do something drastic. And then it would be her turn. Although he hadn't hit her, she thought several times he might. Perhaps he was saving his fury for her.
Might as well go and pack, she told herself as she stumbled toward the bedroom. I just hope I'm able to carry my suitcase when he finishes with me.
The bedroom window was open, and she cocked her ear, but she didn't hear any screaming. Then, a few moments later, she saw Stan leave the barn and make his way toward the house.
'Oh, my God,' Wanda gasped, seeing that he was carrying a long length of rope and the whip.
'Is this what they used?' Stan asked after thundering down the hall and banging open the bedroom door.
'Yes,' Wanda said, her face white with fear. 'You didn't hurt them, did you?'
'No, not yet,' Stan said, looking at her evenly. 'It's your turn first.'
'Look, Stan, I'm sorry,' Wanda said, backing away. 'I didn't want it to happen. I don't think they did either. It just got out of hand and…'
'Shut up and take your clothes off,' Stan said, his eyes burning with what looked like pure loathing.
With trembling hands, Wanda began slowly undressing. When she didn't go fast enough to please Stan, he walked over and tore her dress away. He then back handed her, sending her topping across the bed. He leaned over and yanked her panties away, then her bra.
While Wanda watched with unbelievable terror, Stan jerked her arms wide, then tied her wrists to the corners of the bed. He then pulled her legs open and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed.
'Wha-what are you going to do, Stan?' Wanda gasped, feeling as if she were about to spit up her heart.
Stan merely looked at her for a long while. He slowly took off his clothes and then crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her widely spread legs. He lifted the whip he held in his right hand and looked down at her firm tits.
Is he going to beat me to death? Wanda panicked. Oh God, if he is – let it be over with quickly. Let me faint!
The leather sliced through the air with a whistling sound, then cracked at her right tit, stinging her coral- colored nipple.
'Ohhhhhhhh!' Wanda shrieked, feeling a burning spasm of pain ripple through her chest.
'You fucked them, huh?' Stan roared, slashing at her again.
This time the whip found her other tit, leaving a long, red welt.
'Did you like fucking them? Huh, did you like hot, young cock?'
'Oh, God, Stan! Forgive me!' Wanda wailed, feeling new jolts of agony eat into her body.
'Did you!' Stan screamed, the veins in his neck popping out like angry snakes.
'Yes, you bastard, I did!' Wanda spat the words out. Even with death staring her in the face, she couldn't lie to him. 'I loved it! I begged them to fuck me!'
Her words seemed at first to stun her husband, then infuriate him even more. His hand rose and fell in a blur, the leather connecting savagely. He was an expert like his son – able to inflict the greatest pain with almost no actual damage. Her entire body seemed bathed in liquid pain.
'God!' she screamed, bucking and writhing wildly, tearing at the ropes until her flesh burned.
'Liked it, huh? Well, do you like this, you cum-hungry cunt?' Stan yelled, wrapping the whip around her neck and pulling it until her face turned purple.
To Wanda, the room seemed to spin and grow dark. And when she thought for certain she was about to pass out, Stan released the pressure, allowing her to breathe.
As she looked at him with blurred vision, she felt a tremor of excitement race up and down her spine. And although she knew she just might die, she somehow loved the feeling of danger.
Stan looked more, handsome than ever before. His blue-black hair seemed even darker, sweeping about his square face like a dark, evil halo. His shoulders were wider, corded with bulging muscles. The fine mat of hair that fanned over his chest seemed to be alive with electric energy.
'Oh, Stan!' she gasped, her eyes fluttering.
'Bitch!' Stan barked, then slammed his body forward. His cock stabbed brutally into her cunt. He withdrew
