belt. She must try to make him happy; she must try to be a good lover for him, and then somehow, some way, they would make out all right.
The young couple stood facing each other as they worked at each other's clothing. Hurriedly, Charles slipped the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside at the same time taking off his pajama bottoms which she'd drawn down to his ankles. The tops came off quickly and he kneeled before the temple of her womanhood as the sweet scent of the dampness that was flooding her desperately yearning vagina entered his dilated nostrils and he kissed her belly, nibbling at the golden skin about the silky pubic hairs that glistened in their clean blondeness.
Kiss me lower, darling, Lisa prayed silently to herself. Do what Don did, please! Make me want you more than I wanted him!
The long time without sex had caught up with Charles, and he was now fined with desire. His thobbingly erect penis felt now as if it were going to burst… and Lisa had not even touched it yet in its fully naked state. He could sense himself being filled with a rising torrent of passion that he could not hold back, and there was no method, no plan to his love-making. He was guided only by what was closest, and at that moment the softly wet lips of her moistly flowing vagina were nearer to him than anything. Not thinking that his wife might reject him, he lowered his head a few inches and started to nuzzle his nose between her legs into the silky resilient hair that covered the enticingly raised mound of her womanhood.
Instead of being revolted as she had always been, Lisa found herself further excited by the fact that her husband was venturing into hitherto forbidden territory, that he was going to do it to her just like Don had! Her straining heart pounded at a furious rate as she felt his nose slide through the dew-dropped pubic hair between her trembling legs, and part it gently for an infinitesimal moment. But then, immediately, he pushed her back on the bed, and she fell with her legs spread wide resting most of her weight back on her shoulders as she lifted her quivering hips to open herself to his probing mouth.
'Ooooohhhh,' she moaned lasciviously. 'Don't stop darling. That's sooooo gooood.'
Charles was too engrossed to be surprised at his pleading wife's actions. He thought that his wife, too, had been without sex all this time and would be ready for anything. He would not even be surprised if, in order to satisfy herself, she had been masturbating during their long abstention. The thought of Lisa finger-fucking herself brought an involuntary twitch to his blood-filled penis, already jerking in anticipation of what was to come, and he nuzzled in closer, his tongue licking wetly at the smoothly pink flesh that enclosed the puckered, hair-lined opening to her becoming vagina. Then, pulling himself up so that he, too, was completely on the bed, he felt her tugging desperately at him, urging him to turn his muscular body so that she could also indulge in sucking him.
God, Charles thought to himself. She's really ready. I've never seen her like this before. Eagerly, he turned so that his massively thrusting cock neared her swaying head, pulling at her phallus-like clitoris with pursed lips at the same time, torturing the moistly throbbing bud until Lisa thought she could no longer stand it.
'Oh, my darling,' the quivering young woman gasped aloud as she pulled her husband's aching shaft of flesh toward her pursed lips and with a lascivious groan, sucked the huge bulbous head into her moist warm mouth at once, swirling her tongue around it voraciously.
'Ooooohhhh, baby,' Charles moaned in ecstasy, feeling her hot lips hungrily caress the length of his painfully hardened cock. Her sharp teeth toyed carefully with the edges of his sensitive glans-eye, like razor blades cutting into the swollen flesh, and then gulped at him lovingly, even though her mouth was not as full as it had been with Don Carpenter's great cock. This was better, because this was the man she loved! The man she really loved!
The young husband pointed his tongue and expertly entered the openly waiting passageway to his wife's velvety soft insides, her silky flesh burning at his touch. The tongue circled quickly around the inner flesh of her seeping vagina, while he sucked at her with steadily increasing fervor.
'Oh, darling,' Lisa gasped, uncontrollably. 'Oh Don, please hurry, Don…'
Don! The name lanced through Charles' brain like a pistol shot. Don! She had called him Don! His huge cock suddenly deflated like a burst balloon in her mouth and her lower jaw dropped at the sudden shriveling of his rock-hard penis, unaware in her wild sexual reverie of what she had said. Charles raised himself on the bed and looked at his wife incredulously. His eyes red with hurt and anger, sheltered by arched brows that could have belonged to Satan himself.
'You called me Don,' he said, almost in a whisper.
Lisa's face turned to a mask of terror as she remembered. She had said Don! Oh God, it was over: she was exposed and vulnerable and from the enraged look on her husband's face, she thought she might never get the chance to explain before, in his wild, jealous rage he killed her. She froze as he suddenly lifted himself erect on his knees.
'You BITCH!' her distraught husband screamed as he slapped her viciously across the face, a red welt immediately rising where his hand had struck. Tears of pain and betrayal began to stream down her still heated cheeks.
'No, Charles… I-I didn't. You're wrong,' she pleaded, looking at him beggingly, knowing that he didn't believe her.
'You just couldn't resist that big stud, could you,' Charles shouted, and then slapped her again. The room seemed to crackle with the sound of his hand striking her face. 'How long?' he shouted at her, getting off the bed and walking to the closet, facing the closet door. 'How long, you whore?' he demanded, then slammed his fist through the wooden panel.
Afraid to answer, she sobbed while he waited.
'Answer me!' he yelled at her, turning so that she could see his blood red eyes, filled with tears of rage. His powerful fists were clenched at his sides, and every muscle in his tall body was tight and straining at his skin.
'Once,' Lisa answered, waiting for his reaction. 'Only once.'
'Bullshit!' he roared. 'So you expect me to believe that?' He took a step toward her and her voice broke as she spoke.
'Please, Charles… you must believe me! He drugged me… last night… Rachel couldn't be with us… it was all a plan… he drugged me… I wasn't myself… I…'
'He fucked you last night?' he asked, his voice suddenly becoming sinisterly quiet. He moved closer to her, standing over the defenseless figure as she cowered pathetically on the bed, trying to tell him what had happened.
'Y-yes,' she sobbed.
'Then say it, you little whore,' Charles hissed, leaning on his knuckles over her. 'Say he sucked you!'
'Yes!' she yelled back. 'He fucked me… he fucked me… he fucked me!' And then she broke and started sobbing recognizing the lewd grin on her husband's face as the same one she had seen when Don had ravaged her at the beach house just last night.
'Did he play with this?' Charles asked, putting his fingers on the still tingling bud of her clitoris Lisa nodded helplessly as he began to toy with the erectly swollen organ that already ached from so much attention. 'Or this?' her husband continued, shoving his finger cruelly into the dampened opening of her vagina. 'What else did he do? This?' and he bent his head a bit at the softness between her splayed legs. 'Tell me!'
This wasn't her Charles. She could not believe that the depraved man down there between her wetly trembling thighs was her own husband, and she started to mumble what had happened to her, feeling his tongue drive deeper into her burning cunt as she half-whimpered out the sordid story of her obscene adultery, playing with her, bringing her quickly to a new height of tense excitement as she talked.
'And he made me suck him,' the tortured wife groaned with mixed pain and pleasure, her body writhing beneath his nibbling lips. 'His… he was almost soft when we started and he made me suck it.'
Charles' cock too, was soft, but as he nibbled at the open mouth of his unfaithful wife's moistened cunt he turned his body on the bed above her. She knew exactly what the gesture meant and bent he bent her head, grabbing the limply flaccid cock and swallowing it deep in her wet mouth. It grew rapidly as she began to suck at it, the rosy bulbous head rising in temperature until it heated the entire inside of her vacuuming mouth.
'Then what?'
'He made me hum while I sucked him,' Lisa answered, her eyes closed with shame.
'Then hum, bitch,' Charles commanded. 'Suck me and hum, just like you did with him!'
Quickly Lisa obeyed. From deep within her desperately working throat came a sound she had heard only once before, the sound of a woman humming as she greedily sucked at a man's blood-swollen cock. She could feel the massive rod of her husband's male flesh twitching and throbbing in her mouth, leaking small drops of
