AN ANIMAL LOVING WIFE Part 2

“And that’s about what we do here… and what we’ll be expecting of you, Mark my man.”
Mark listened with only half a mind to his boss, J.R. Williams. The middle-aged, nearly bald, slightly paunchy man had been droning on all day about this and that, fully expecting Mark to listen to every word. In the beginning, when Mark had first gotten to the office, he had made every attempt to be attentive. The fight he had had with his wife had bothered him all the way to work, and he knew that if he could just get it out of his mind and forget about what had been said, everything would be all right. It was pretty foolish of him, he could see now. After all, he had come to the office just a little early, hoping that he would make a good impression, and J.R. hadn’t even bothered to come in until after ten. He could have fucked his wife several times!
While he had been waiting to be “shown the ropes”, he ran through several conversations in his mind, and had come to the conclusion that he should call his wife and apologize. He didn’t think that he was in the wrong, but he believed that his marriage was at stake, and what was a little pride where your marriage is concerned. He’d started dialing when J.R. had finally come in, and, still wanting to make a good impression, he hung up right away.
Things went down hill from there. J.R. was an old windbag. The most powerful man in the company, to be sure, but Mark found that the man used a full paragraph where one word would do. Mark learned, and quickly, that if he listened to just the beginnings of what J.R. was saying, he could get the full gist of everything. Still, good manners dictated that he at least pretend that he heard everything, and J.R. was so lost in his own explanations of the workings of the company that he rarely asked Mark anything. Just keeping up a front of attention was taxing. Mark wished that it were the next day. Getting to his job without having to put up with J.R. would be sheer bliss.
By the end of the day, Mark was shot. He and J.R. were finishing the last of their drinks in the lounge across from the company building. J.R. was being buoyant and happy, making little jokes that Mark felt called upon to laugh at.
“You know… I’m really impressed with your college record,” J.R. said, for the umpteenth time. Mark was getting more than a little tired of putting on the humble act.
“I was just doing the best I could,” he said, forcing a smile.
“I like a man who does the best he can,” J.R. said for the umpteenth time.
“Thank you sir.” Mark looked around at the lounge wall clock. He hadn’t called Kate like he’d wanted, and he could see now that he was going to be late for dinner. Kate was going to be pissed, that was for sure. And after what had happened this morning…
“I think you’re going to fit in the company really well,” J.R. said for the umpteenth time. Mark decided that he had had enough.
“Uh… excuse me sir, but I really should be getting home,” he braved.
“Home? Ooooohhh… the little lady doesn’t like it when you’re late, huh? How long you been married, son?”
“About… a little less than a month.”
“Ooooooohhh… well, we wouldn’t want to get things off on the wrong foot, now would we. Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
“Oh, you don’t have to bother, J.R.”
“No bother at all… and call me James.” He gave Mark a little wink, and the young husband could feel his heart sink. He wanted to get away from his boss as soon as he could, and the thought of being stuck in rush-hour traffic with him really didn’t appeal to Mark one bit. But how could he refuse? J.R. was his boss.
Even though J.R. wasn’t exactly drunk, he was just enough under the influence for him to take some rather unnecessary chances. Mark could consider it a minor miracle if nothing happened to them on the way home. J.R. seemed more intent on learning about Mark’s private life than he did about the traffic.
“Picked yourself a good little piece of ass, I hope,” J.R. said rather crudely.
“Kate? Uh… yes. Yes, she’s quite pretty.”
“Thought so. A man like you would have a wife that could really help him rise to the top… and fast.”
“I… I’m not sure I understand,” Mark said, not really wanting to get into it.
“Well, Maggie and me… Maggie’s my missus… we like to think that we’re still young. You know the old saying. You’re as young as you feel.”
“Yes sir.”
“We like to have parties at the office. A lot of wives like to attend. Things can get pretty exciting, if you know what I mean.”
At first, Mark didn’t know what he meant, but as he tried to think of what he would say to his wife, it dawned on him what J.R. was talking about. There was a short moment of silence, and then J.R.’s slightly slurred voice broke it.
“Yeah… a lot of young men just starting out find that the climb to the top is a lot easier if their wives… uh… like to play ball?”
Mark’s first reaction was one of livid rage. The man was all but coming out and demanding that he let him fuck his wife. Shit. If it weren’t really happening to him, he would think the whole thing was laughable. As a matter of fact, it was almost laughable. The very thought of Kate allowing another man between her legs was beyond Mark’s comprehension. He couldn’t help himself. He smiled, and the reaction was picked up by his boss.
“Something funny, son?” J.R. asked in a rather stern voice.
“Ooohhh… no sir. Not really. It’s just that… well… I can’t really picture Kate going along with something like that.”
J.R. gave a little chuckle, a sound that actually made Mark shiver. “Maybe you should have a little talk with her,” he said, making it sound more like a command than a suggestion. “Better yet, why don’t I have a little talk with her?”
“Uuuuuhhhh… well… uuuhhh… sure. I mean, you and your wife could come over for dinner some day soon and…”
“What’s the matter with right now?” J.R. asked, making Mark wonder if he was actually serious. The last thing he needed at the moment was to have his problems compounded with a visit by this lecher.
“Uuuuhhh… Kate and I were sort of hoping that we could get out tonight. We’ve just moved in, and things are a little disorganized. It might take some time…”
“Say no more,” J.R. said with a flourish. Mark didn’t know how much of this jovial mood was because of the drinking he had done, or if it was just his way of kidding around. “I’ll have Maggie get in contact with Kate. Better to let the women handle these things anyway, right?”
“Right! Uh… that’s my building there,” Mark pointed, more than eager to get out of the car.
J.R. pulled up right in front. “You won’t forget what I told you,” he said with caution in his voice. “Getting to the top can be easy. It looks like a nice apartment building. You could do better if you wanted. A lot better.”
Mark thanked him for the ride and walked away, just a little too quickly to be discrete. The whole day had really been a drain. It would be good just to be away from J.R. He hoped that Kate had done some shopping and had picked up something to drink. Even though he had had nearly as much as J.R., the thought of numbing himself just a little more appealed to him.
He took the elevator to his floor and, after fumbling with his keys, unlocked his door.
“I’m home,” he said, making his voice sound as tired as he felt. If there was anything he didn’t want at the moment, it was a recurrence of the argument he had had with Kate in the morning.
“Well… it’s about time,” Kate said, coming, out of the kitchen drying her hands. “I expected you home almost an hour ago.”
“Honey… the boss was really bending my ear. I couldn’t get away from him,” Mark told her, silently praying for a little understanding.
“Not even to call me and tell me you would be late?” She raised her eye brows, and Mark could see that he was headed for a confrontation.
“Come on, Kate, have a heart. He’s the boss.”
“And he’s more important than I am, right?” she said. Her voice was cold, low and almost threatening. Mark regarded her as though he were looking at a total stranger. She was staring back at him, looking at him right in the eyes, her own lovely gray pools seething with an anger she had been developing all day. “I tried to call you at the office, but some woman kept telling me that you were busy.”
The secretary that had been assigned to me, Mark thought. An efficient lady, and all business, just like J.R. Mark didn’t even remember her name.
“How about a drink before we have dinner?” Mark suggested, hoping that by changing the subject he could calm her down.
But Kate was pissed. She had been sleeping all day. The way Mark had just walked out on her like that had really set her off, and she was not about to be appeased by the fact that he had such an old hat excuse as a hard day at the office.
“Dinner is ruined,” she said, never taking her eyes off his. “And we don’t have anything to drink in the house. Besides, you smell as though you’ve had plenty to drink all ready.”
“Just a little. Honest honey. J.R. was really putting them down. I was just pretending to hold my own against him.”
“You mean… you mean you were spending the entire day drinking?” Kate shrieked. “I don’t believe it. You were drinking all day, and you couldn’t even slip away to give me a call. That’s all I wanted. Just a phone call to let me know you remembered I’m alive.”
“I told you… I couldn’t get away,” Mark said. He was feeling desperate now. He had never seen his wife acting like this. Right from the day he had met her, she had been warm and understanding. He couldn’t believe that one day after their honeymoon, she was turning into some kind of a whining bitch, trying to bend him to her own will.
“You could have gotten away if you wanted,” Kate said, determined that she would hold her ground. “You just didn’t want to get away. Why won’t you admit it?”
They stared at each other, each thinking that a terrible mistake had been made in their getting married.
“I don’t have to stand here and take this, that’s for sure,” Mark said, picking his coat up from the table next to the door where he had set it down. “I put up with an incredible amount of shit at the office. I don’t have to put up with it here.”
After giving her a steely gaze, he spun around and walked out the door, slamming it behind him in a repeat performance of the morning. Kate opened and closed her fists, staring at the door as though she expected that Mark would just come right back in.
She couldn’t believe what had happened. She had been pissed all day, and she was convinced that she was justified at being angry at her husband. All she wanted was what any normal woman wanted. She had become very aroused in the morning, and Mark had failed to even attempt to satisfy her. She had wanted to finger her vagina all day, but she held off, preferring to wait until Mark came home and let him take care of her. As the day had worn on, she had become more and more frustrated with just thinking about his long thick cock. And when he hadn’t called, she had felt even worse.
And now this. She wanted to cry. This wasn’t what she had wanted at all, but the mounting of her sexual passion had put her nerves on edge, until she had to lash out at someone. Mark had just been there… the very person she didn’t want to make angry.
But if Kate was angry, both Niven and Martin were feeling on the top of the world. Martin had explained as much as he could to Niven, and he was pleasantly surprised to learn that she shared in his excitement for adventure. Things had been getting pretty dull, she told him. Maybe what he had in mind would liven things up. When Mark finally came home, they had their ears pressed to the wall that separated their apartment from the Hutchs’. They were all ready when Mark stormed out of the apartment.
“Okay, love,” Martin said, putting the leash on Siegfried. “I think he’s about as ready for you as he’ll ever be. Go out and get him. Just play it cool.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Niven said as she slipped into a light jacket. “I just hope he doesn’t wander all over town.”
“He won’t. I’ve seen things like this before. He’ll head straight to the nearest bar. He should be easy pickings for you.”
He gave her a little wink as she opened the door. Giving her a little time to leave the hall, he looked at Siegfried.
“Well, friend, looks like you and me are going for a little walk. Would you like that?”
Siegfried perked up his ears. He had been a little confused when Niven walked out of the apartment without him, and while he liked Martin, he wasn’t sure what was happening.
Taking the dog’s leash, Martin led him to the door of the apartment next to his. He knocked on the door and waited patiently, not certain about what would happen, but knowing that as long as he played things by ear, everything would turn out. Siegfried was his ace of trump!
Kate opened the door with a beaming face, hoping that it was her husband. When she saw that it wasn’t, her expression fell.
“Ooohhh… hello,” she said, gazing long and hard into Martin’s dark black eyes. Then, feeling something rubbing against her leg, she looked down to see the huge German shepherd.
“Hi,” Martin said, smiling in as friendly a manner as he could. “I live in the apartment next to yours. I’ve been walking Siegfried here, and I thought I would be a friendly neighbor and drop in. I’m Martin Delany.”
At first Kate thought of telling him that she just wanted to be alone, but she thought the better of that. She really didn’t want to be alone, and getting to know the people in the building might be an interesting diversion.
“Come in,” she said, smiling sweetly… innocently. “I’m Kate Hutch, by the way.”
She almost told him that she was married and her husband was out, but for some reason, she decided against it.
Martin entered the apartment and looked around automatically. Siegfried found a place in the middle of the floor and sat there, eyeing this woman. His keen nose told him something that even Martin, with all his experience in dealing with women, didn’t notice. This woman was aroused, and Siegfried began thinking that he had been brought here to lick the vagina of this lady. He liked her right away for that, but he knew that he would have to wait until he was told he could sniff her cunt.
“I’d offer you something to drink, but… I’ve just moved in, and I haven’t had time to get anything but Coke.”
“Coke is fine,” Martin said casually, watching her as she entered the kitchen. He knew right away that he had hit gold with this one. She was being really friendly, and she was actually acting as though she didn’t want him to think she was married. She had never mentioned her husband. That was encouraging!
And the way she walked was also encouraging. She was deliberately swaying her lush, firm ass back and forth, the tight skirt she was wearing clinging to the fleshy orbs of her buttocks, showing him the outline of her ass. She was really a lovely woman… more so than hearing her voice through the wall would have indicated, and he could feel his cock growing in his pants. As she stood in front of the refrigerator, she offered him a profile of her ripe body, and Martin’s eyes went from the graceful swell of her hips to the generous out-thrusting of her breasts. He could tell that she was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were both large and firm, their nipples strangely swollen and straining against the thin cloth of her white cotton blouse. He loved the way her bright red hair fell lushly to her softly rounded shoulders and bounced as she walked from the kitchen back to the dining room. Her breasts jiggled as she walked as well, and she took a seat at the other end of the couch from him, turning full to him as she offered him an opened can of Coke.
“I like to think that someone has to make the first move when a new person comes into the building,” Martin said casually, taking a drink from the can and resting his eyes on her melon-shaped breasts. Uuuummmm… they were really nice looking, and it was all the young man could do to keep from reaching out and squeezing them right then and there. He knew that if he just held off a little, he would be getting his cock into her soon enough. No point in rushing things. He’d learned long ago that playing a hand too early can be worse than disastrous.
“I think that’s a very nice idea,” she told him, her eyes sparkling. As she took a sip of her own drink, she caught herself doing something she never thought she would ever do in her life. She was actually flirting with this total stranger. She couldn’t believe it, but as she thought about it, she was puzzled by the fact that it really didn’t bother her. She hadn’t told him that she was married, and since he didn’t ask about her husband, she assumed that he didn’t know. But what really startled her was that she was all but going out of her way to let him think she was single! This thought really confused her, and she turned away from him to face front, looking at the dog still sitting in the middle of the room.
There was something about that dog… something strange and exciting. If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn that the dog… Siegfried, she reminded herself, was actually trying to look up her skirt. Even though she believed that was silly, she automatically pressed her legs together.
“So tell me,” she said, once again facing the rather handsome young man sitting on the other end of the couch. “What do you do for a living?”
“Me? Oooohhh… I’m what you call independently wealthy,” Martin said in an off-handed manner. “I sort of come and go. I have a great deal of freedom, and I meet some interesting people. I learn a great deal from people. More than I ever did from books.”
“Were you a student?”
“Uh huh. Columbia. I was a very good student too, but the whole thing really bored me. After I got my degree, I decided that I would take off and see as many things as I could, instead of reading about them.”
“You’re something of a romantic,” Kate remarked, smiling and making her pale hazel eyes twinkle. She had heard a lot about people who just left their homes and traveled about, but she had never met one of them. To her, the whole idea sounded very nice.
“That I am,” Martin said, noting that she had turned herself in a rather seductive manner. The young man was pretty certain that what she was doing was purely sub-conscious, but she was definitely coming on him. “And you? What do you do?”
“Oooohhh… uh… nothing at the moment. I’m looking for a job.”
“Is that so?” Martin said, raising his eye brows. He noticed that she still hadn’t said she was married, and he took his cue from that omission.
“A pretty girl like you should find herself a good husband,” he said, giving her a side long glance. “These days, you could find someone who wouldn’t mind you having a job.”
“That’s a thought,” Kate said, still smiling. God! she thought. What the hell am I doing? I’m all but throwing myself at this man, and Mark could come home at any moment. What’s the matter with me?
She decided that she was playing the game just a little too seriously, but after the way Mark had walked out on her twice in the same day, she really didn’t feel all that guilty. The tingling she had felt in her vagina ever since the morning was really getting to her, and she found that every time she moved, the tingling increased. Occasionally, as she and Martin made small talk, she dropped her eyes to his muscular-looking loins. She noticed that he had an erection there, and she began to feel a little bad that she was leading him on like she was. She should come right out and tell him that she was already married, but something prevented her. The anger Mark had infused in her was being turned out against Martin. She would make this young man feel as frustrated as Mark had made her feel.
As they continued to make small talk, Kate trying to not be quite so seductive, Siegfried moved back and forth, padding his great forepaws on the rug. His keen sense of smell noticed an increasing of the woman’s arousal, and he wondered why he was being made to sit and submit himself to this torture. Her feminine odor was wafting against his nostrils, and he wanted nothing more than to press his long nose tightly against her aromatic pussy. He made a little impatient whine, which went unnoticed by both Martin and Kate, and his ears drooped. He knew he had to wait for the signal before he did anything, but there was an aching in his animal loins that would not go away. In fact, it was getting stronger. For some reason, his master was just talking to this pretty woman. At least if her clothes were off, he would know that sooner or later, he would get a chance to drive his long thick tongue deeply into the seething sluice of her cunt. But neither one appeared to notice him.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He knew that he might be punished for what he was about to do, but all his discipline and training was fast fading. He had to act and act fast!
Getting to his feet, he slowly walked over to where Kate was sitting on the couch and stood up on his hind legs, his strong forepaws pressing tightly against her swollen breasts for support. Then he lashed out with his tongue, swiping it in a friendly manner.
“Ooooooohhhhh…” Kate said, at first startled, and then, realizing that the dog was just being friendly, relieved and suddenly playful. Siegfried gave her smooth, flawless face several laps with his thick, damp tongue, and Kate set her can of Coke down on the small end table. She took his great, furry head between her hands and scratched him behind his ears.
“Siegfried!” Martin said in a mock scolding voice. He knew that the amazing dog had been going through sheer hell, and that it was only a matter of time before he would finally make his move. He had been counting on something like this, and he made only a feeble effort to pull the huge dog away from her. Having the weight of the dog pressing against her caused Kate to sit back, and her legs reflexively opened to maintain her balance. The aroused dog was not going to be stopped merely by the voice of his master now. He lowered himself to the floor and, seeing that the pretty woman’s legs were now spread, he inched his face forward.
Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. His long tongue shot out as far as he could make it go at the heat he could sense emanating from the crevice between her thighs. He felt some relief, but also some frustration as the fleshy, wet organ pressed tightly up against her panties. He tasted that they were soaked with the flowing juices of the desire he had noticed rising from her, and he stabbed at the cloth covering her crotch as though his life depended on it.
The effect on Kate was as if she had been touched there by a live wire. Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She couldn’t have been more surprised if Martin had just lunged for her, but she also couldn’t have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his hand there, against the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily forgetting that Martin was sitting in the room with her as the dog’s insistent tongue, in its desperate desire to enter her cunt, actually slipped up under one elastic leg band and came into direct contact with her passion-flushed vaginal lips.
Her hazel eyes wide open in complete shock, she looked down, stunned at the intensity of her reaction to this strange mind. Her own control over her body was slipping away from her as she felt Siegfried’s tongue again slip under a panty leg-band and slither hotly, wetly, into her cuntal sluice!
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH…” she breathed as all her breath left her body in one mighty rush, and she tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent the dog from continuing. “SIEGFRIED… MARTIN…!!” She turned a passion-flushed face to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch, wanting him to pull the great dog away from her, and actually wishing that he wouldn’t. The thought of having Siegfried lick her there, between her legs, was not as bad to her as actually having another man watch him doing it.
“No… no… no…” she gasped, trying to find the strength to do what she knew she had to do.
She was further shocked to see that Martin was merely smiling at her, and as he spoke to her, his voice sounded as though he were a million miles away. “Siegfried really likes you, Kate. And it looks like you really like him!”
She couldn’t believe he’d said that, but again, Siegfried made a stab with his tongue against her wet, seething pussy under her skirt, and her mind was completely washed clean of any rational thought.
“I… I… I…” she stammered, trying to think of something to say, and failing completely. Her shame was that of having someone watching her while this dog licked desperately at her vagina. She wanted to scream… to simply reach down and remove his head from between her thighs. But she couldn’t! Each keening stab he made with his hot, damp tongue against her needing cunt drained her strength and will, and she was helpless to move.
Taking his can of Coke with him, Martin came to a standing position. “I think you’ll just have to let Siegfried have his way,” he said in a calm rational voice. Inwardly, he was jumping for glee. In no time, Kate would be ripping her clothes off and letting Siegfried get at her cunt with no sweat. And after Siegfried was done with her, he was going to take his turn! Things were working out pretty nicely.
Kate pulled her hips back, breaking the contact the dog’s tongue made with her cunt. She felt a bit of her strength returning to her, and she tried to regain her sense of composure.
“You mean… I… I should… I should just strip and let… let this dog… AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH…!” she wailed out again as Siegfried moved into position and again shot his tongue out against Kate’s passion-flooded pussy lips. That was the final straw. The frustration caused by her husband had finally reached a breaking point, and, as Siegfried’s long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles searing through her aroused body, she knew that she couldn’t help herself. It would serve Mark right if he came home and found her being licked by a dog while their neighbor watched. In fact, the whole idea of Mark actually seeing her like that would probably teach him a lesson.
Somehow, with her mind now made up, she found the strength to tear her blouse from her chest, popping all the buttons in her haste to get naked. She didn’t care that a near stranger was watching her doing this. She didn’t care that a dog was giving her such incredible pleasure. All that mattered was the pleasure itself, and she was going to take full advantage of it, come what may.
Her full, sensuous breasts spilled to either side as they were freed from their confining garment, and before she could find the side zipper of her skirt the dog’s darting pink tongue flickered over her still-covered loins once again, taking the breath from her lungs. She drew her legs up and spread them, letting the bottom hem of her skirt ride all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered pussy to the dog’s skillfully lashing tongue. Was this actually happening? she thought to herself. Could this be real, and not just a strange dream? Again and again she thought that the very least she could do was ask Martin to leave. No one but her parents and her husband had ever seen her naked!
But her body would not listen to the reasoning of her mind. This was the pleasure that had been denied her all day… the pleasure she had so desperately wanted, that had been so cruelly withheld from her by her husband. What difference did it make that Martin would see her??
By the time these thoughts had sorted themselves out in her mind, she had already found the zipper of her skirt, and she pulled it down, spreading the garment out beneath her, panting as though she had just broken the world record for running the mile. And even though Siegfried’s body was in the way, she still managed to hoist her firm buttocks up off the couch cushions.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…” she moaned in soul-satisfying relief as she stretched her now completely naked body out on the couch, letting the curling, dipping, thrusting tongue take total control over her body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes! Yes! Why bother to fight it? she finally thought. She had wanted something like this all day. She had even prevented herself from fingering her body so that she would be all the more ready for her husband, and he had just walked out. And Martin certainly didn’t seem like the kind of person who would think this was wrong or depraved.
“Oooohhhh… ooohhh…” she heard her voice moan. “Do it do me! Lick me! Lick my cunt… my cunt… Oooohhh… make me cum…!” The last of her resistance gone, Kate’s hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog’s pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt tightly against his long snout, her heels digging into the couch beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, the long thick tongue flashed wetly. Kate lifted her head and watched with passion-glazed eyes as Siegfried licked her skillfully, starting down at her tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt-lips and slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her erect, budding clitoris.
Martin smiled and watched as Siegfried licked tirelessly, happily at the soft, red hair-fringed treasures spread so wantonly before him. He knew that Siegfried was savoring the hot musky taste and odors, and was trying to slip his tongue as far as he could up into Kate’s fluttering pussy mouth. The handsome animal looked and acted happy, and even though he had broken training, Martin would forgive him this one transgression.
Kate seemed to have gone crazy beneath the slavering animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly on the couch, lashed into a frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath the animal-lover in wanton acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue in her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which was washing away the frustration her husband had caused her.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhaaahhhhh…” she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance matching a burning swipe of Siegfried’s wildly flicking tongue. She knew that she was going to cum, that nothing could hold her back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. She had never known anything like this… not even with her husband! This was so wonderful… so totally, wickedly wonderful…!
The gasping young wife’s eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, and she felt as though she were floating up to it. The force inside her belly was growing relentlessly, stretching itself thinner and thinner with each wonderful swipe Siegfried made with his glorious tongue, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.
Then suddenly, the orgasm that had been denied her by her husband exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure energy… pure and unfettered passion! A long low wailing moan hissed from her throat and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension.
She couldn’t move beyond that. She just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply against the translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment of climaxing for the young red-head, without time or special reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away every thought from her mind.
When it was finally over, Kate’s whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she rolled off the couch onto the floor in a gasping heap. She lay on her belly for what seemed like an eternity, letting the pleasant little after-shocks of her orgasm ripple through her. It was a long time before she could even begin to think.
Still on the couch, Siegfried looked at her. He liked licking her seething little pussy. It had been moist and hot and very, very sweet, and he wondered if something was wrong with the woman as she lay moaning softly on the floor. He lowered his furry head and sniffed the air, trying to pick up the scent of something wrong. There was nothing but the heady aroma of her passion fluids still dripping from her quivering vaginal flanges. He whined once, and then looked to Martin, waiting for further instructions. While he had been licking Kate, his long animal penis had emerged from its furry sheath, and he could feel a dull ache in his dog-balls, letting him know that, if everything was all right, he wanted to fuck the lovely red-head.
But at this point, Martin was hardly concerned with what Siegfried wanted. In the back of his mind, he knew that Siegfried would be disappointed, but he also knew that his chance to relieve the ache in his animal loins would come a little later, when he was alone with Niven. ‘Let him think that this is some sort of punishment for not waiting for the signal,’ Martin thought. At least then, he won’t be doing something like that without being told again. Secretly, he was glad that Siegfried had not waited, for now Martin had Kate right where he wanted her… naked and still weak from her orgasm. The young man knew there was probably nothing Kate wouldn’t do now, and that was very much to his liking. Helping her was one thing, but he might just as well help himself as well. And that was just what he was going to do.
Taking several steps to the quivering naked young wife, he bent down, his eyes fixed on the luscious flesh of her firm ass-cheeks. His cock was really throbbing, as it had been ever since Kate had completely lost control of herself and ripped her blouse from her. Even though she was laying on her belly, flattening out the roundness of her full, eye-pleasing breasts, she still looked lovely, and Martin was damned if he was going to leave without getting a piece of her.
Slowly, lightly, his hands reached out and rested on the warm softness of her left buttock. He opened his hand and spread his fingers, caressingly kneading the dough-like skin there, delighting in its satiny smoothness. Again he opened his hand, closed his fingers, squeezing and kneading the resilient flesh of her ass.
At first, Kate seemed to be oblivious to what he was doing there. Still lost in the throes of her orgasm, his light massaging seemed to merely in crease the strength of the aftershocks, prolonging the delightful ripples waving through her passion-spent belly. Then, as Martin placed his other hand on her other ass-cheek and inserted his thumbs in the cum-moistened hairless crevice, Kate began to come back to life.
“Uuuuuuuuuummmm…” she moaned as she felt her buttocks spread almost lovingly, allowing the cool air of the room to blast against her tight brown anus.
“How do you feel?” Martin asked, almost as an after thought.
“Uuuuuummmm… love it…” Kate moaned, still caught in the soothing grip of her cunt-licking. She felt wonderful… blissful… peaceful… more so than she could ever remember feeling on her honeymoon, and it was the totality of the feeling that made it impossible for her to try and put the feeling into words.
“Thought so,” Martin said, grinning broadly to himself. “That Siegfried is really something, isn’t he?”
“Uuuuummmmm-hhhuuuuuummmmm…” He was doing something to her behind there, working his fingers on her buttocks, and she liked it. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she hoped that he kept it up. The feeling of his fingers in her rear crevice. This was something new to her, a feeling so totally new that she was caught up in the spell of the act, moving gracefully from the orgasm she had experienced from the cunt licking she had received to a strange and exciting re-arousal. Everything was happening so quickly that she had no time to think that this was not her husband who was working his fingers into the nakedness of her ass.
“Tell me something,” Martin said, his voice totally devoid of emotion. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Kate wasn’t certain that she had heard him correctly. She would have sworn that he’d just asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. That was ridiculous. She had never even heard of something like that. It sounded like it would really hurt.
Rather than try and think of what he was asking her though, she allowed herself to wallow in the delightfulness that his buttock-caressing was bringing her.
“Uuuuuuummmmm…” she moaned, as though she were in a half sleep and didn’t want to wake up fully.
Martin smiled. He would have broken out into a laugh, but he knew that would break the spell he was bringing her.
“Does that mean yes or no?” he asked playfully.
“Uuuuuuuuuummmmmmm…” Kate moaned again. She was only vaguely aware that someone was speaking to her, and she wished the annoying voice would stop so she could fully enjoy the ass-squeezing she was getting.
“Well…!! I wouldn’t worry about it,” Martin said, pressing down just a little harder with his hands into the warm, dough-like flesh of her ass. “I think it’s about time someone did fuck you in the ass, and as I look around, I don’t see anyone fit for the job but me.”
Inserting his thumbs again into the cum-smeared valley between her buttocks, he pulled her ass-cheeks apart again, looking intently at the tiny puckered hole of her tight little anus. He could see it shrivel up against the cool air, and he knew that there, if no where else, she was still a virgin. Her rectum looked as cherry as could be, and while he didn’t like fucking virgins all that much, he would make an exception in this case. If things were working according to plan, Mark would see him doing that. He wondered what her husband would think when he saw his wife being fucked in the ass. He’d probably blow his stack. That would be a lot of fun.
He held Kate’s buttocks apart with the fingers of one hand while he trailed his middle finger of the other lightly up and down her still palpitating vaginal slit, lubricating it in the remnants of cum that Siegfried had brought about. Then he rested his finger lightly against the puckered brown hole, waited a moment.
And pushed against it, letting his finger slide as deeply as he could in one thrust.
Kate was suddenly wrenched from her dream-like state and cast into the world of painful reality. She had never expected anything like this, and the swiftness of it took her completely by surprise. She stiffened her entire body as a wave of pain engulfed her, and she opened her mouth to scream.
No sound came out, though. The only sound she heard was her own voice crying out in her mind, making her think that she was screaming. She gasped then, her breath rasping between her teeth and filling her lungs…
And then the pain was gone! Just as suddenly as it had appeared, making her think that a red-hot poker had been forced up her ass, her rectal muscles accommodated themselves to the thick invader of Martin’s finger, and she was left with the strangely wonderful sensation of a man’s finger in her ass.
When he began to pull it out, she actually experienced a feeling of regret, and this time, when he thrust it in again, she relaxed her ass muscles, letting the finger slide in painlessly. It was… it was something like when Mark thrust his finger up her ass while she was being fucked in her cunt, and…
But this wasn’t Mark doing this to her. This wasn’t her husband!!!!! This was a man she had met only an hour ago!!!!! And his was sticking his finger into her nakedly squirming ass!!!!!
But what bothered her the most was the fact that she actually liked it! She enjoyed the fact that she was being caressed and massaged nakedly by a man who was not her husband. The mere thought that Martin was just a neighbor who she hardly knew titillated her. For all she knew, he could be a mass murderer hiding out from the police. Well… If Mark wasn’t going to fuck her when she wanted him to, then he would just have to expect that that some one else would step in and take his place. The honeymoon is over, Mark, she thought to herself. I wanted you and you didn’t want me. You deserve nothing less than to have some stranger fuck me!
Her thoughts were broken as Martin jammed his finger in further up the tight crevice of her ass, making it wider, stretching it. This time, Kate couldn’t help but scream out in pain.
“AAAAAAAGGGG-GGHHHHHH…”
The shrillness of her yelling actually frightened Martin some. He knew she would be tight there, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Maybe he had been wrong to think that he could fuck her there, and he began to pull his finger out.
“No… no… no… keep it there… keep it there…” Kate wailed out. No matter how much it hurt, she was going to have his finger in her ass. She knew that once the pain went away, it would feel good. It had before, and it would again.
And even as she thought this, the pain began to evaporate, leaving her once more with the delight of having her ass filled and stretched.
Martin shrugged his shoulders and continued. Hell, as long as she didn’t seem to mind, he was going to go through with it, and this time he wasn’t going to stop no matter how much she screamed. He remembered then the first time he had fucked a woman in the ass… how she had screamed and thrashed for a little while until her rectum stretched enough to itself to the thickness of his massive organ. Kate’s back-passage would do the same. She might not know what kind of blinding pain she was in for, but he was certain that as long as he continued fucking her there, she would come around.
He rammed and prodded his finger into her shuddering passage, sending stinging shafts of pain through Kate’s body for a moment, which were followed by the delightful sensation of his finger there. She caught herself, determined that she would go through with this. Having her cunt licked by the dog had been something she never thought she would like. Why not go on and try to learn something new again? Even as she stiffened her body to remain in place, Martin held her firmly. While his one hand and finger was stretching her ass, he used his other hand to remove his clothes. He was a master of getting his clothes off under all sorts of situations, and using one hand was as easy for him as using two… especially when the hand that was not free was fingering the ass of a woman as lovely as Kate Hutch. That was an added incentive, making his free hand move like a blur.
In no time he had removed his shirt and pants, letting the thick, long shaft of his painfully erect penis spring free, the head blunt and round, the tiny slit at the end already seeping a clear drop of thick, heated pre-cum.
While he continued to prepare her ever-widening ass-hole with one hand, he stroked the loose foreskin of his mammoth penis slowly back and forth, making his distended, blood-engorged shaft all the harder and anxious for the tight warmth of Kate’s anus.
He knelt behind her, his body arching triumphantly. His thick, swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, stood erect and arched like his body! She’s almost ready, he thought to himself. Just a couple of seconds more.
Kate felt the hard rubbery head of his cock exploring her from behind. It was poised at the head of her anal passage like a hot log, ready to plunge into her. And then she realized that he had not been joking in the least bit.
HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER THERE… IN HER ASS!!!!
“Martin… Martin… please… Martin…” she moaned as the realization finally dawned on her. She hadn’t seen his cock, but judging from what it felt like nestled between the soft warm cheeks of her quivering ass, it was huge… massive! She would have a hard time taking it into her cunt, let alone her ass. Certainly she had bitten off more than she could chew.
But Martin was not going to be stopped now. With a sudden lunge, he plunged the thick gorged rod of his cock into her tight virgin anus. It drove forward with a jerk that sent Kate’s body thrusting forward.
Again her mouth opened to cry, and again nothing came out… just the mental voice making her think she was screaming. But if screaming itself is a release, so is its illusion, and as the voice inside her mind died down, so did the pain in her ass, and she found that she was able to take at least as much of the lust-engorged shaft as he had already inserted.
In her most secret thoughts, she had never thought that anything like this could happen to anyone, let alone herself, yet here she was, ready, willing, and as able as she would ever be to take the penis of a total stranger up into her rectal passage. The mere thought that Mark might come home this very moment and see her like this, totally naked with a naked man behind her, his hands on her hips and his long thick cock inching slowly but surely up into her bowels made her feel giddy with wickedness. She began to pray that her husband would come home… not so he could prevent Martin from sodomizing her, but so that he could watch. This was a way she should have thought of to get back at her husband for walking out on her in the morning. It was the perfect way… the only way, and her only regret was that she had not actually thought of it herself. She may have been a virgin when she was married, but Mark had shown her the pleasures of sex. If he didn’t want to continue giving her those pleasures, she had every right to seek them elsewhere!
Martin was totally unaware of the chain of thoughts running through Kate’s mind. He really didn’t care very much what she thought actually. If things worked out, it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. He looked down at her tightly resisting ass-hole, wishing that he had reamed his cock several times in the seething slit of her cum-soaked vagina to lubricate the towering tree-like shaft of his penis, but it was too late for that now. He grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further into the tense throbbing interior.
“Relax that ass… come on… Loosen it up,” he commanded, making his voice as harsh as he could, hoping that he could shock her enough to make it a little easier on her. He felt her trying to comply.
“Oooooohhhhhh… AAAAAAHHHHH…” she moaned, pushing back onto the searing rod stretching her anal muscles ahead of the blunt head. She felt his fingers digging into her hips, gripping the tender whiteness of her flesh to keep her as steady as possible. She reveled in it. She wanted to feel as much of his cock up her ass as she could. She had never dreamed that it would feel like this. With each inch he drove into her, she felt another stab of pain, and as soon as she thought she would never be able to stand it, the pain vanished.
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!” she wailed out as the last little bit of his long thick cock was finally buried up inside her wide-stretched ass, and she gritted her teeth, determined that she was strong enough to wait out the rush of pain that went shooting the length of her spine. She could do it! She could do it! She clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, sweat forming on her forehead and running down her face.
Martin began to fuck her slowly in and out then, each thrust further widening the straining elastic channel and easing his entry.
“Getting better… getting better…” Martin said softly, noting that her ass was now almost as easy to fuck as her cunt would have been… easier, but tighter, and all the better for that.
He could feel his passion rising as he thought of fucking this naked woman in the ass. Shit! Hadn’t she been teasing him ever since he’d walked in the apartment? Never once had she said that she was a married woman. If things got really tight, he could always use that as a defense.
He chuckled to himself. These newly-weds were all alike. No matter who tells them what, they think the whole world is supposed to be a long honeymoon. Well, Kate could see now that there was reality to live. He moved into her more quickly now, increasing the speed and depth of his penetrations. His sperm-heavy, hairy balls dangled freely below his blood-swollen cock, swinging up in a great arch to slap at the tender moist slit of her recently dog-licked cuntal slit, increasing the river of cum that had been there before. His testicles hitting her vaginal slit actually splashed some of her vaginal lubrication on his penis, making the towering shaft more slippery.
Kate was besieged with conflicting emotions and sensations. On one hand, she felt as if she were being torn to shreds by the hot, poker-like shaft of his cock. He pumped his hips back and forth… back and forth like a machine, driving his penis in and out of her like a piston of that machine… fitting and refitting his loins against the fleshy cheeks of her ass, pressing his bulbous cock head as far up into her rectal depths as he could.
But on the other hand, as the pain slowly subsided, she found that as long as she yielded to the sensations streaming through her body, it was delightful… more than delightful. She could feel the beginnings of a new orgasm starting in her recently satiated belly, and a new excitement began to ripple throughout her. She felt as if she were melting, as if her entire being were being bathed in voluptuous waves of pleasure that replaced the pain, making her actions seem delicious—ooooooh so delicious.
Nothing was going to stop Martin now. He rammed and shoved and fucked deeply into her ass, lust and excitement surging through him. His body was covered with sweat, and the musky odor of his sweat and her cuntal fluids drove him on. His straining, battering rod was like the steel piston of a train, chugging back and forth, deeper and deeper.
Siegfried, noticing the increasing aroma of Kate’s rising passion, slowly walked over to where Martin was fucking deeply into her ass. He sniffed with his nose, hoping that he, too, might get a chance to relieve the ache that licking her pussy had created in his animal loins.
“Beat it, dog,” Martin said harshly. “Get the fuck out of here.” Shit! Siegfried had already has his share. Martin had to share Niven with the great animal often enough. This time he was going to have a fucking all to himself.
Returning all his attention to Kate, Martin grinned almost sadistically. His powerful body was sweating, tense, alive with excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his stalwart penis still deeper into her heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth, driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality.
Kate received his iron-like blows with a gasping ecstasy. Suddenly it was happening for her. She could feel herself getting caught up in a swirling, boiling vortex of excitement. She felt extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, her body steaming with heightened passion and sensuality. She would have thought that after the orgasm she had received from Siegfried’s licking, she wouldn’t be able to cum for a week, but there was no doubt about it. She was going to cum. She was actually going to cum… and she could tell this climax would be as great as the last one…
If there was one thing about Martin, Niven reflected as she followed Mark down the hall, it was that he really seemed to know people. Mark took the elevator and Niven, not wanting to appear too obvious, took the stairs. She, like Martin, was getting caught up in the adventure of the thing, and she playfully stalked Mark as though she were a spy and he were a counter spy.
Something good was going to come out of this, she realized as soon as she caught her first glimpse of the man. Through the walls of the apartment, his voice had sounded rich and masculine, and he looked every bit as handsome as he sounded. Just following him made her vagina tingle, and she was really glad that she had met up with a person like Martin. Who else would include her in a plan where all she had to do was what she did best… fuck a man? Martin had instructed her to lay it on Mark thick and heavy, and she knew right off that she wasn’t going to hold back.
True to Martin’s suspicions, Mark went straight to the bar across the street from the apartment building. Niven had been there several times herself, just to get out of the apartment. She was hardly bothered at all by the “21 years or older” sign in the window. She had learned that as long as she acted as though she knew what to do, no one suspected that she was well under age. Her mannerisms and attitudes made people believe that she was a good deal older than sixteen, and she wasn’t about to set them any wiser.
It was the dinner hour, and as such, the bar was nearly empty. Two men were sitting at a window table, sipping on their glasses of beer, and two other men were busy at the pool table near the back. None of them paid any attention to Mark or Niven as they entered.
Still unaware that he was being followed, Mark took a stool right at the bar. His mind was reeling with thousands of thoughts, none of which made any sense or had any connection. He couldn’t believe what had happened in his apartment. He would have thought Kate could at least listen to him. His day at the office had been sheer hell, and all he had wanted to do was just sit down and not have to hear anyone talking for a good long time.
Instead, Kate had lit into him right away, complaining that he hadn’t called, complaining that he had caused her to ruin dinner. If the rest of his marriage was going to be like this, he knew that he had better end it right away, before he lost his mind all together. The honeymoon had been one thing, but he could see now that Kate was not the woman he had thought her to be. Fucking her during a vacation was one thing, but trying to make a life with her…
Whew! She was really a child in so many ways!
“What’ll it be, buddy?” the bartender asked.
“Scotch, straight up. Make it a double,” Mark answered in a tired voice. He knew he was already drunk, and the only thought on his mind was that he wanted to get more drunk. Damn Kate anyway.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic,” Niven said as she took a stool on the right side of Mark. The bar tender looked at her carefully. She didn’t quite look the legal age, but he shrugged his shoulders. Hell, a buck was a buck, and things were tight without turning away someone who was buying. The sign in the window affected him about as much as a sunny day in California.
Niven took her drink and turned to face Mark fully. She smiled when she saw that he was so wrapped up in his drink that he didn’t even notice that she had sat next to him.
“You look pretty down in the dumps, friend,” she said teasingly, sipping lightly on her drink.
Mark looked up and around, his head stopping when his eyes met hers. Then he narrowed his eyes and gazed deeply at the total sensuality that seemed to drip from every pore of this girl.
“I’m Niven Mandel,” she told him, feeling a little giddy at her ability to be straight forward. “You look like you could use a friend right now, and the bar tender doesn’t look like your type.”
Mark managed to keep his face bland and expressionless, though inside, he was shocked. Since he had started dating Kate in college, he had pretty much stayed away from other women. He could tell a pick-up when he saw one, though, and this nice looking piece was really coming on strong. She was arching her back in such a way as to nearly brush her full, rounded breasts against his arm, and he dropped his eyes away from her pretty face to gaze at her sensuous spheres. She looked as though she were dressed to kill. She was wearing a short jacket over her faded work-shirt, and both the jacket and shirt were open just enough for him to see half her delightful-looking cleavage. Her shirt was tucked into old, soft jeans, so tight that, as she sat, the material followed the roundness of her slim thighs all the way up to her cunt. A fast glance, even in his slightly drunken condition, revealed that the cloth was creased along her pussy slit, and he wasn’t sure, but it looked as though he could see a dark stain there. Uuuummmm… this is one hot little cunt!
“Yeah… well… things got a little rough at the office,” he said, not exactly wanting to talk to her, but not wanting to offend her either. Just looking at her was really nice, and if he weren’t a married man, he would have said something different.
“Things are tough all over,” Niven said, leaning forward a little and inwardly smiling as she noticed that his eyes were blatantly resting on her breasts, dwelling in this increased view of her deep-fleshed cleavage.
For the first time in his life, Mark found that he didn’t know what to say to a woman… especially one who was really coming on to him like this. His first thought that he should just tell her he was married really seemed like the wrong thing. Besides, he doubted that it would make any difference to her. Women who pick men up in bars really didn’t give a shit if they were married or not.
“Hey, handsome,” Niven said, smiling sweetly, “you gonna let me talk to a stranger? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”
“Uuuummmmm? Oooohhh… excuse me. It’s Mark… Mark Hutch.”
“Mark huh? That’s a good strong name… for a strong man.”
She gave a little wink that made Mark flush from under his collar. At the other end of the bar, the bar tender was taking a great interest in what was happening. This chick didn’t waste any time, he thought. Hell, it would be really nice to have her come into the place more often. Someone like her would really bring in a lot of frustrated husbands.
Niven was having the time of her life. Mark was almost like putty in her hands, and she could tell that he was really starting to come apart at the seams. She finished her drink in one gulp and set her glass down on the counter. Mark was rolling his own drink nervously in one hand, wondering if he should continue along with this little game or just forget the whole thing. He reminded himself that he was married, and even though Kate had caused him to leave the apartment, he had to take her into consideration.
“Gonna buy me a drink, handsome?” Niven asked in a low, throaty voice.
Mark felt his penis spasm for the first time… then spasm again!
What the hell? he thought to himself. Kate was really being a child about life. Maybe she deserved to see that she couldn’t take him for granted. After the way she had treated him, she deserved to have him at least toy with the idea of fucking another woman. That would show her good.
“Sure,” Mark told her. He signaled the tender to re-fill Niven’s glass.
“Suppose you tell about how tough things get at the office,” Niven said, seeing that Mark was a little too flushed to say much of anything.
Mark smiled, feeling more and more comfortable. He took a healthy pull of his own drink, gazing at the lovely woman sitting next to him over the top of his glass. The warmth of his Scotch filtered through his whole body, and his mental image of Kate vanished from his mind.
“Oooohhh… the usual story. Boss thinks I’m not intelligent enough to think for myself. Hovered over me all day like a mother hen. And of course, he’s a complete ass.”
“Of course,” Niven agreed sweetly, making her eyes sparkle as she turned up one corner of her mouth. She dropped her eyes away from Mark’s rugged looking face to see that his cock had swollen and was tenting the cloth of his pants. For a moment, she lost her composure at the massive size of it. God! No wonder Kate wanted it so badly! It looked huge, and in a flash, she pictured herself with her legs spread wide, Mark’s thick penis fucking in and out of her like a hard driving machine. She could feel her vagina tingle, and she knew that she had to have that cock in her. Shit, she didn’t care anymore about Martin’s plan. Getting Mark to fuck her was all that mattered to her now.
“You know,” Niven said, holding her glass on the counter, taking her hands away from her chest and offering Mark a totally unhindered view of her shirt-covered breast mounds. “Talking here is really not as much fun as it could be.”
“Hmmmmmm?” Mark was still lost in the trance her totally shameless beauty cast over his slightly liquor dimmed mind.
“Well… I don’t live too far from here. Right across the street, as a matter of fact. Suppose we take a little walk and get to know each other a little better.”
“Across the street?” Mark said, blinking his eyes several times to clear his head. That was really nice. There was only one apartment building on the whole block, and it would be nice to have this cunt living right in his own building. That would really give Kate something to think about.
“Sure. Come on,” Niven said, slipping from her stool. “I feel a lot more comfortable in my own place.”
She started to walk out the door, and Mark, after finishing his drink, hurried after her. The bar tender watched them with increasing interest. That blonde pussy really knew how to get what she wanted, almost as though she had been planning this. If there was anything the bartender liked, it was women who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to go out and get it. Women’s Lib had done some pretty stupid things, but thank God for things like that!
Mark followed behind Niven, watching her ass sway from side to side. Her hips moved with incredible grace, and her jeans, so tight that they looked as though they were painted on, moved with her. He focused on the delightful-looking crack of her firm-fleshed buttocks, seeing that they were firm and hard. In the back of his mind he remembered that he was a married man and should just tell this cunt that. With all the problems he was having with Kate, he sensed that the last thing he needed to do was add to them. He even toyed with the idea that he would just go to Niven’s apartment and talk. In fact, as they entered the building, he had convinced himself that that was exactly what was going to happen. He would just talk to her. She seemed like the kind of person who would understand what had happened to him. He wondered if he had told her that he was married, but he couldn’t remember. Well, he would just start off the conversation by telling her that his wife didn’t understand him. At least then, she would see that he was married, and would know why he wouldn’t fuck her.
God! His cock was spasming again. He stood next to her in the elevator, not noticing which button she had pushed. While she didn’t have her arm around him, she was still standing so close to him that she seemed to want to blend into his body. The softness and warmth of her flesh was clearly transmitted to him through her several layers of clothing, making him wish that he wasn’t married. Yes, fucking her would be really something.
He was shocked when the elevator doors opened and he found that he was on his own floor. A wave of guilt washed over him, and he nervously looked down both ends of the halls, checking to see if his wife was out. She wasn’t, but he could almost feel her presence as he walked past his apartment door.
His shock and guilt increased when he noticed that Niven had stopped at the door right next to his own. Having her live in the same building was nice… but right next door? For a moment he thought that perhaps he should just tell her to forget the whole thing. He was about to when she opened up her door and motioned him in.
“Just make yourself at home,” she said, setting her keys down on a small table. “Can I get you something to drink? It’s cheaper here than across the street, and a lot nicer.”
“Niven…” Mark said, smiling, trying to say something that would make her realize that things had gone a little too far already. If he weren’t so close to his own apartment, he wouldn’t have felt so jumpy, but this was too much of a coincidence. Having a nice looking ready to fuck woman like Niven just on the other side of his walls was really asking for trouble, and while Mark didn’t mind excitement, this was really stretching things far. Kate would definitely find out about Niven. There was no way he would be able to hide anything he did. Better to cut it off right here and now.
But Niven either didn’t hear him or didn’t want to. Mark took a seat on her couch and watched her as she went into the kitchen to pour the both of them a drink. Just looking at her move in her cat-like way weakened his resolve, and he decided that he would just play the thing out. After all, she could come on to him all she wanted, but he was certain that he could resist.
His cock was really painfully swollen in his pants, and he knew that once he had bowed out gracefully from this situation, he would swallow all his pride and fuck the living daylights out of Kate. At least then, maybe things would work out between them. That had been the cause of their problems… his thinking that he didn’t have enough time to fuck her this morning. He almost laughed as he thought of what his wife would say if she caught him fucking another woman after what had happened today.
“What’s so funny, love?” Niven said as she took a seat next to him on the couch. Mark was pleasantly drunk, and thinking about his wife had occupied his mind enough so that he hadn’t really paid too much attention to Niven’s leaning forward.
“Oooohhh… nothing,” he told her as he took the drink she offered.
Niven sipped on hers and decided that things were moving just a little too slow. Martin had told her that being the least bit subtle was totally unnecessary. He had told her to pull all the stops and not worry about the consequences. Up to this point she had been keeping to the form and playing the game, but Mark was in her apartment now, and he appeared to be just a little apprehensive. She sensed that he was also slightly uncomfortable being so close to his own apartment, even though for some reason he hadn’t told her that he lived right next door. There was no way he could know that she already knew that, so she assumed that he was just waiting for a good time to tell her.
And she wasn’t going to let him do that. She had been on the attack ever since she had sat next to him in the bar, and she wasn’t going to let up now.
The slightly drunk husband drank from his glass, feeling as though he were regaining control of himself. Now that he was so close to his own apartment, he could tell Niven that this little game had to come to an end. Damn, he thought to himself. If only she lived on another street. Having the proverbial “other woman” not only living in the same building but living in the next apartment was really asking for trouble. The time had come to level with Niven here and now.
But as this thought flashed to his mind, he found himself staring at the beaming face of Niven, at the all-encompassing sex that seemed to drip from every inch of her luscious skin, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Shit! He’d like to tweak her nipples into erection, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue.
Again he felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant hardness, as though it were alive, straining for release from its cloth prison. He sighed deeply, taking a deep breath to tell Niven that she was really a nice person, but that he didn’t want to do anything… well, tell her that he couldn’t do anything. His eyes went to Niven’s face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
“Uuuuuummmmmm… I like a man who has an erection like that,” she said, knowing that she would shock him so much that he wouldn’t have a chance to think.
She was right. Mark’s mouth fell nearly to the floor!
“I… I… I…” he stammered, feeling his face turning a beet red.
“I’ll bet you want to put that big hard cock in me, don’t you,” she breathed. “You want to put that cock of yours right between my legs and fuck me, right?”
“Jesus,” Mark hissed, feeling his strength leave him. Her timing was perfect. He could hear his mental voice telling her that something like that was out of the question, but he couldn’t make the words form in his mouth. He could have handled her if she had just made the suggestion that they go to bed or something, but the graphic blatantness of her words took all the wind out of him. He had never been seduced like that, and her words threw him completely off balance. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed to do something. He needed to fuck, and even though his wife was so close to him, he couldn’t find the strength to just get up and leave. Niven’s lovely round face held him to his seat as securely as if he had been chained.
The young blonde girl leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching air from a branding iron. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn him through the cloth. “Well, love?” she asked with raised eye-brows. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck me?”
“Niven… there’s something… something…” he tried to tell her that he was married, but she broke in.
“My cunt’s on fire right this minute, and the only thing that will make it feel better is a big, hard cock. A big hard cock like this one.”
And with that she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-encased penis!
The young husband nearly leapt off the couch to the electric reaction of her fingers on his swollen, throbbing member. Niven cooed softly as she lightly traced her fingers along its searing length. She inched her hips closer to his, pressing her breasts lightly against his arm. Then she leaned over and found his jaw line with her lips, tracing a pattern upward along her cheek. Her fiery pointed tongue lashed out like a whip against his skin, freezing Mark in his sitting position while her hand pressed harder down in his greatly swollen penis.
“Niven… I… we… this… you don’t understand…”
His words were barely audible, and Niven ignored them completely. Obviously Mark didn’t suspect that, in not fucking his wife when he had the chance, he too was more ready and eager to relieve himself.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Niven asked in a mesmeric voice. “You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you too. Why do you think you’re here?”
Mark thought quickly. He really hadn’t wanted to fuck her, he decided. He had just wanted someone to be with, and she had made herself available. He wanted to tell her that, hoping that she would believe it.
“You want to fuck me… you want to fuck me… you want to fuck me…” she droned on, moving her hand over and over along his painfully throbbing cock, punctuating her words.
“No… no… I can’t… I… Christ, yes… yes…”
Mark couldn’t help himself. In the back of his mind, he could see his wife watching him, but he put her out of his thoughts as he twisted his head and found Niven’s lips with his own. The young blonde squealed her delight as her hand moved faster and faster along his turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around in his mouth, keeping up her attack by darting her tongue into his mouth and them withdrawing it in the rhythm of fucking with her remaining the aggressor. Without thinking, Mark’s hand moved slowly up along the smooth side of Niven’s body and pressed against her left breast, his fingers squeezing and kneading the soft, hot pliant flesh, then dipping inside her shirt to unbutton the garment and draw it away, exposing one naked breast with its lust-hard nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which had seeped from the gland at the hard tip of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round, firm breast and his massive erect cock jerking nearly out of control, the full impact of what he was doing blasted into his mind.
Christ! There was no way Kate wouldn’t know what he had done! She would find out! She really wasn’t all that stupid! Living next to the woman he was fucking instead of his wife was just foolishness!
He pulled himself desperately from Niven, yanking his mouth away from hers and turning his body away from here so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed with his desperate attempt to regain control over himself. He averted his eyes from the lovely blonde woman.
“What’s the matter?” she asked coyly. “Don’t tell me… let me guess. You’re a married man, and you’re worried about what your wife might think.”
Mark opened his mouth. He was going to say something like that, and he was certain that, now that at least part of the truth was out, she would understand and just let him leave. He started to add that he was her next-door neighbor, but she smiled at him the way she had been smiling all evening… coyly, seductively, teasingly.
“I’d say you don’t have much of a wife if you were sitting all alone in a bar after a hard day at the office,” she observed. “Besides, I’ve felt enough of that nice penis of yours to know that there’s plenty of you to go around.”
“No…” he said, his throat dry and rasping, “I can’t. Kate would… I mean…”
“I don’t care about your wife, and neither should you. I just want you to fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…”
“NO!” he shouted, a surge of strength rushing through him, enabling him to jump from the couch. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He started walking to the door, seeing that he had to get away. There was no way he could make this woman understand everything. Not now! Maybe tomorrow he would be able to talk to her.
He was half-way across the room when he heard the low, throaty voice of Niven calling him.
“Where are you going, Big Fellow?”
He turned around to tell her that he was her neighbor, his last ditch effort to make her see how impossible this whole thing was, but when he saw her, his words froze in his throat.
Niven had quickly shed her clothes, and was presenting him with a totally shameless view of her naked body.
If Mark had thought before that she was lovely, he could see that he had underestimated her. Niven had tossed her shirt to the other side of the room and was standing in the puddle of her jeans with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled at him, her mouth parted and her tiny pink tongue playing a peek-a-boo between her lush, full lips. The moist, petal-like, golden fringed flanges of her cunt were presented lustfully, unabashedly, to his eyes, and the yellow triangle of her cuntal mound glistened with the thick drops of moisture that had seeped out from between her pussy lips. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts quivered with an internal vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her shamelessly slim thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered vaginal opening.
“Now… why are you standing there? I want you to come here and fuck me.”
“Niven…” was all he could say. His mind, already slowed with his drinking, refused to form a coherent train of thought, and he could only stare at her. His cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Niven lowered her hands, her eyes sparkling with her seething passion, and pressed her fingertips to her golden curling pubic mound, slowly inching her hands up along her inner thighs, her fingers glistening as they became coated with the river of moisture that was washing from her cuntal sluice. When her hands reached the pink, hotly throbbing slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of one hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them apart, revealing the fully hardened bud of her trembling clitoris to the young husband’s lust-ridden gaze. With her other forefinger, she traced up her cuntal slit until she made contact with the quivering, blood-hard bud. She tweaked at it, increasing the flow of her cuntal lubrication down her inner thighs, making them sheen as though they had been carefully polished. Then her middle finger went lower until it poised at the lips of her vagina, then slipped easily inside all the way to the palm of her hand. She pulled it out slowly, and re-inserted it, pulled it out… slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Her hand moved faster and faster, her finger sliding in and out of her pussy sheath, causing her hips to roll and twist with the shivers of delight she was bringing to herself. Then she began to talk to Mark again, making her voice as seductive and hypnotic as she could.
“My finger is not as nice as your cock, love. I want to feel your cock in my cunt. I can feel my fingers anytime, and I know my hand isn’t as nice as your big, hard, hot penis.”
Mark had known some pretty forward women, but no one that was that blatant. Her words lashed his mind into a swirling frenzy that made thought impossible. Christ! He didn’t know why she was so eager for him, but it was too late to think about that now. He had to have her. His will to remain faithful to his wife vanished. He only knew the wild, burning heat in his pulsing cock and his balls. This seething cunt in front of him… DAMN! He was going to fuck her all right. There had never been any doubt that she wanted it, and now she was going to get it!
As though making this decision took all his worries away, Mark walked to her, his hands outstretched, his fingers ready to feel the soft smoothness of her flesh.
When she saw that he was coming to her, she stopped her finger fucking. Martin had told her that she might have to resort to something drastic like this. Not that she had minded very much. She moved her cum-soaked hand up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt as she strained forward, loving the way his hands were instantly playing with the lust-swollen orbs of her breasts. She slipped her fingers inside his shirt to tangle with the hairs on his chest, then slipped them further down to unzipper his fly, gasping with delight like a child with a new toy as his frenzied cock leapt into view, already turgid with arousal and passion.
“Uuuuuummmmmmm… I can hardly wait…” Niven moaned, her body swaying with ecstasy as she gave herself to Mark’s caresses. She knew she had won over him, and she was going to reap the harvest of Martin’s carefully laid plan.
Mark couldn’t think of anything but the warm succulent body offered to him… literally thrown at him. Having given in to the demands that his cock had been making on him made it possible for him to truly enjoy the total sex she possessed. His boss, his job, and especially his wife… all his worries slid off his shoulders as he sank to the floor, soft with the thickness of the wall to wall carpet, the teasing young blonde neighbor clasped securely in his arms.
He felt himself taking possession of her, and he covered her luscious body with hot, eager kisses, feeling his cock swell and grow as it bobbed between his legs. His hands were searching, probing between the slender columns of her pulsing pussy, caressing the velvety folds with passionate hunger, noting how moist her vagina was, her lubricants seeping out of her tantalizing cuntal orifice.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock, pressuring it tightly, sending shudders of raw pleasure searing up and down the length of his back, exciting him beyond belief. SHIT! He could tell right away that this woman would know how to fuck!
There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectable young cunt, pink and fragile, the petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffony rose, surmounted by the reddish tip of her already excitedly rising little clitoris, and framed by the shimmering yellow halo of silky, tightly kinked curls. He couldn’t wait much longer. Her finger-fucking had aroused him almost to the point of cumming, and he wanted more than anything to ram his heavy, blood-laden penis home in her tight little cunt. Nothing was going to stop him now.
“Oooooohhhhhh… Fuck me from the back,” Niven pleaded suddenly, turning over abruptly on her belly and presenting him the milk-white orbs of her firm, hard ass-cheeks. Instinctively, his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by the hips and raising her up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared hypnotized at the tantalizing globes, smooth and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly, he guided the thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below the graceful curve of her ass.
In her mind, this was almost the same as being fucked by Siegfried, and all the more thrilling to Niven for that. She did as she would have done with her beloved dog… reached back and grabbed his hardened penis in her slender fingers to guide it toward the twitching entrance of her hungry cunt. Mark, his hands digging into the soft, resilient dough of her buttocks, could stand it no longer, and with a heave, he slammed forward and planted his towering penis half-way up the wet, slippery channel of her naked, seething pussy.
“Uuuuuuuuuu-ggggg-hhhhhhh mmmmmm… oooooooo-hhhhhhh…” Niven moaned as she felt her cuntal passage flowering open to accept his deep thrust. He continued to slide forward, feeling the soft willing walls of her vagina slip around his engorged penis like a wet, velvet glove, until he finally hit bottom, the hard rubbery head of his cock touching the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the whitely rounded spheres of her backside.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh… ooooooohhhhh…” Niven sighed again, feeling replete with his masculinity, completely impaled on his lust-inflated penis. She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic thatch tickling the soft skin of her ass, and she knew that he had sunk every millimeter of his cock in her depths. She knew she had been right to go through so much trouble to get him to fuck her. The feeling of his penis in her cunt from behind like this was sheer bliss, and to think… he lived right next door. She could have him any time she wanted. The near wicked sordidness of having an affair with a married man who lived less than twenty feet from here really appealed to her. It was a liberating feeling, and Niven had liberated herself a long time ago!
Slowly, Mark began to withdraw, easing his bloated shaft out of her soft welcoming depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient moons of her buttocks, before ramming forward again, almost overturning Niven with the strength of his thrust.
”... Ooooooo-gggggg-hhhhhhh-nnnn…” she gasped again, “that’s lovely… ooohhh… that’s beautiful… lovely…”
Mark began to move his heavy penis inside her, rotating it gently, feeling the responsive throb of her inner pussy walls as she flexed her supple interior muscles with a clearly practiced ease. Her cuntal muscles began a milking, rhythmic contraction and squeezing, until he felt that he would explode in her at any moment from the delicious pressure.
He began to saw in and out of her, loving the way she thrust back against him as he plunged to enter, and thrilling to the way she tightened as he pulled out. Not even his own wife, his own sexual creation, had been this skillful, and Mark felt himself possessing a new and vibrant vitality. He had lost none of his own skill… a skill that had made him very popular with a lot of women at his college before he had met Kate.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts hanging enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure. In the back of his mind, something warned him that his wife would be able to hear her shrieking, and think that something was happening to her, but he quickly put that thought out of his mind. There was no way his wife could possibly know that he was fucking Niven. There was no one in the entire world for the cheating newly married young husband for Niven now. No one… NO ONE could possibly derive as much pleasure from fucking as Niven was right now, and her enthusiasm was transmitted to him, making him experience more pleasure than he would have dreamed possible.
The heated pressure in his body was building up to a fever pitch, and his furiously deep pumping increased in velocity. Their bodies were bucking soundly against each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating and merging as one.
“God… Niven… that’s it… fuck back… fuck back hard… move that ass of yours…” he gasped, his face a sweating mask of lust and passion, his head flailing from side to side.
“Oooohhh… you… feel… soooooooo gooooooooodddd… inside… me…!” Niven panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. “I’m going to cum… I’m cumming… cumming… almost there… there… I’m… I’m… there… AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
And Niven was cumming, her buttocks waving like a flag in the wind, the force of her spasms jerking his penis unbearably. Her mouth was uttering incoherent mumbles, and her shrieks were as wild and unabashed as the rest of her vibrant way of thinking, but Mark didn’t have time to consider any of this, because he was cumming too. A deep, harsh strangled moan escaped his throat as he pounded his hips against Niven’s thrashing buttocks with the power of a jackhammer, and he moaned again and again as he felt the first rumblings of his seething sperm escape the darkness of his balls and rush headlong like molten lava into the depths of her milking vagina. Stream after stream, like a flooding unending river, entered her cunt from the throbbing tube of his penis, filling the hot, slippery canal of her thirsting pussy.
“Keep… fucking… back… fuck back… fuck back!” he hissed, his voice hoarse with the lust he felt. Finally, though, it was all over for him, and he noticed, with disappointment, the last dregs of his cum-juice being drained from him. Finally he was satiated, and they lay against each other, his penis deflated and flaccid, both panting, their commingled juices flowing from Niven’s pussy lips and staining the carpet below her.
As he lay there, Mark found that he was now able to think clearly… more clearly than he had been able since he had walked out of his next-door apartment. All his frustration and lust had been spent, allowing his mind to dwell on what had just taken place.
MY GOD! I’VE JUST FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN… A WOMAN WHO IS NOT MY WIFE!!!
Even though he realized that she had all but raped him, he knew that he should have managed to keep himself under control. When he had made his marriage vows, he had truly meant them, and here, at the first chance he had had, he had merely cast them aside in favor of a few moments of pleasure. No matter how seductive Niven had been, there was no real reason for him to weaken as he had. He had married his wife because he loved her, and trying to hide from their problems by running out, getting drunk and fucking another woman wouldn’t solve anything.
In fact, since Niven was his next-door neighbor, it would only make things worse. Meeting this lovely young blonde woman again was inevitable, and he wondered how he could look her in the face. She had been nothing but a vent for his lust. That was all she was to him, and he didn’t know how he would be able to tell her that… not after what they had just done!
He heard Niven stirring next to him, getting her strength back before he did.
“Are you always this quiet after you fuck?” she asked, lifting her naked body up and looking down at him. There was a playful smile on her face, as though she didn’t take any of this seriously.
Mark opened his eyes and looked up at her, his face no longer contorted with conflict or arousal, but wrinkled with worry… and a sense of guilt.
“There… there’s something I have to tell you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Now that his mind was cleared, he was actually afraid that his wife would hear him through the walls.
“Ooohhh… do you have a disease?” she asked, her voice sounding strangely child-like. For the first time since he had met her, Mark wasn’t certain about her age. At first, she had acted and carried herself as though she was his age… college age.
But now he wasn’t so sure. She seemed… younger… much younger!
“Uuuuhhh… no. No, Niven, this might come as a shock to you…”
“But you live in this very building?”
Mark opened his mouth in shock. Niven smiled teasingly, remembering that Martin had told her to keep Mark off balance as much as she could without telling him everything.
“How… how did… how did you know?”
Something wasn’t right. It hadn’t really occurred to him before, but things had fallen into place just a little too easily. Niven had come into the bar right behind him, and she had acted as though he were just more than a casual pick up for her. There had been other men in the bar, but Niven had singled him out. This had all the smell of a set up… but who…? Why…?
“Lucky guess, love,” she said, enjoying the conflict that was evident in his face. She came to a standing position and held herself over him as he remained on the floor. Like most people, Mark felt a little funny now about being naked in front of a near stranger, especially since he had just fucked her. But Niven was prancing around as though she were wearing a nun’s habit. Clothes or no clothes were both the same to her, and it placed her in the superior position of command, as she had been all evening.
“I could make some other guesses about you that would really turn that nice brown hair white,” she said teasingly as she picked up her glass from where she had set it and began sipping on it.
“Like what?” Mark was getting a little pissed. She was too cock-sure of herself… knowing something that he didn’t.
“Well… I’ll bet you live right there,” she said, pointing to the wall that separated his apartment from hers.
Mark stiffened.
“And I’ll guess… you’re a newly-wed, and you and your wife have been having a few problems. Hard day at the office indeed.”
She was acting as though she were leading him on to something, and Mark finally came to a standing position. He was going to find out what was happening here. He walked threateningly toward Niven, rage beginning to form in his eyes.
“And I would guess that your wife isn’t alone right now,” she said, timing her information perfectly. Mark stopped dead in his tracks, his teeth gritting. She was playing games with him, and he didn’t like games. He liked everything up front so he could deal with it on a rational level.
“Suppose you tell me just what you mean by that,” he seethed between his teeth. His hands were clenching and unclenching in tight little balls, and Niven’s coy, child-like smile wasn’t helping him any.
“I… uh… I don’t exactly live alone,” Niven said with a flourish of her hands around the apartment. “I have… shall we say, a lover? Martin, and he’s a really nice man.”
“Yeah… So?”
“So he’s not here at the moment, and I don’t think he’ll be back for a while. But he’s not too far away. Right next door in fact. You really shouldn’t go away and leave your wife without fucking her when she really wants you.”
Mark could feel his blood starting to boil. The innuendoes she was making her having a powerful effect on him. He reached out to her, but she moved cat-like away from him, his hands grabbing empty air where her throat had been. Niven wasn’t frightened, but she sensed that she had to top off Martin’s plan fast before Mark lost all rational control.
“You can’t really blame her, after what you just did to me,” she said, calmly, evenly, softly.
Again Mark stopped. Visions passed through his mind… visions of Niven sitting next to him in the bar… of him coming to her apartment with her, trying to make himself believe that nothing was going to happen. He could see that he had just been fooling himself. If he didn’t want anything to happen… if he hadn’t really wanted to fuck her, he would have just told her to get lost.
And there was another vision in his mind now… his wife, her naked body, her long legs spread wide, her cunt throbbing and eager…
That vision made him see red before his eyes, and he took a threatening step toward Niven, who slowly walked to the door of her apartment.
“You’re lying,” he said, hoping that, by saying that, he could believe it. Even now, he wasn’t sure but that he was being teased and led on for some strange reason.
“Could be,” she said, shrugging her naked, softly rounded shoulders. “But suppose we go take a look.”
And with that she opened the door to her apartment and slipped into the hall. Mark stopped at the door, watching her walk the short length to his own apartment. She stood at his door and looked at him.
“This is your place, I believe,” she said, chuckling when Mark, uncaring that he was as naked as she was, moved with determination through the hall.
“Get away from there,” he said roughly, pushing her aside. He flung the door of his apartment open, and stepped inside…
Only to halt himself just in the door-way.
There were two people right there in the middle of the floor… two naked people…
AND ONE OF THEM WAS HIS WIFE!
SHE WAS RESTING ON HER HANDS AND KNEES, WHILE SOME TOTAL STRANGER WAS FUCKING HIS LONG THICK COCK IN AND OUT OF HER ASS!!!
Mark couldn’t believe that Kate would actually allow another man to touch her, let alone fuck her in her rectum. This had to be a dream… some sort of joke. That couldn’t be his wife there! She had to be an impostor… an actress hired by Niven and that creep behind her for some reason.
“Oooohhh… fuck me in the ass hard… hard,” Kate moaned, so wrapped up in her impending orgasm that she failed to notice her husband standing some three feet from her.
“Looks like I was pretty good on the guessing,” Niven chortled into Mark’s ear.
“Shut up, slut,” Mark said, too many things happening all at once for him to know what to do. He turned around to strike at Niven, more out of frustration than hatred, but his hand motion was stopped by the high-pitched wail of his wife crouching on the floor of his apartment.
“Ooooohhhh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… NOW… NOW… NOW!!! CCCC-UUUU-MMMMM-IIII-NNN-GGGG!!!”
Mark spun around just in time to see her body flailing and thrashing, and he was seized by a powerful determination to rush into his apartment and beat the living shit out of both his wife and that creep behind her.
But he couldn’t move, so total was his shock, and he stared with hate-glazed eyes as the man behind Kate increased the speed of his pumping into her ass, his hips moving so fast that to Mark’s liquor-dimmed mind they were but a blur.
As she cried out, Martin could feel his own body responding to her orgasm. He felt the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his throbbing balls, welling up like a churning seed!
He was cumming too!
“AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!” he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty load like a canon into her hot steaming anus.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH… HERE IT COMES!!!”
He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, blood-gorged cock shot the torrent of searing, white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging river enter her like molten steel, streaming into her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire exploding body. On and on it came, a never ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. Martin could feel it streaming through his long penis and gushing through the rubbery head of his cock.
“Ooooohhhhhh… YYYYYEEEEESSS…!!!” Kate moaned. The sensation of having a man’s semen in her ass was strange and exciting, and as it went stinging through her stretched rectal walls, her throbbing cunt secreted its own thick fluids as she responded to his wild moans and cries.
Still standing at the door, Mark could no longer stand the sight of another man fucking his wife… especially in her ass… a place where he himself had not placed his cock.
Forgetting that he was naked… that Niven was also naked… Mark emitted a low, threatening snarl and stepped into his apartment, walking quickly toward the man who was sodomizing his wife.
“You fucking ass hole,” he said, his hands moving up to grip Martin’s throat. “I ought to…”
And the room was shattered by a low animal growl, and Mark felt the blood leave his face as he saw the massive German shepherd slowly, but surely, placing himself within striking range of his naked body.