Chapter 6

Adie sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Jack approached her. Now that the Mason’s were gone, she felt total and complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly assented to do with Bob Mason no matter what the rationalization Mason or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together, but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering of Mason’s hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting pinching he had given them.

Jack looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not speak, though, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair across from her.

Finally Adie could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought her eyes up to meet his. Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper, “I’m ... sorry, Jack.”

“For what?” he snarled. “The fuck you gave Bob Mason?”

Tears began to well ... and then something snapped inside Adie. Suddenly her abject selfadmonition changed to the same anger as this afternoon when she had seen Jack and Sue. Her lids narrowed, and she replied in a cold, slow tone. “Yes, I am sorry for letting Bob make love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch of a wife of his.” “Come to think of it, I’m not sorry,” Jack answered sharply, “She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you’ll ever hope to be. Besides, you don’t look all that sorry. You look like some two-bit whore after a good night’s work.”

The words whipped Adie’s brain, but she held her ground. “Then don’t get on your high-horse to me! Bob was every bit as good as Sue was, and I take it back about being sorry! I’m anything but sorry, you hear? I loved his big thing in me, Jack, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you’d like to know, just like Sue has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!”

Jack was thrown off guard by his wife’s sudden, vicious attack. “Adie...” he started to say, rising out of the chair, a perplexed look creasing his forehead. “Please Adie...”

“Don’t please Adie me, you bastard. You think just because you’re a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can’t return the favor? Well, I’ve got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well.”

“Is - Is that why you let Mason fuck you?”

“No.” The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. “I - I let him have me because ... because you made love to Sue. That’s why.” She looked back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. “Oh Jack, I love you so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?”

Jack still smarted from his wife’s infidelity, but he also realized that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows he loved her still. More, in fact. For some unexplained reason, Jack was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don’t want this to break us up. We have too much going for us.” He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his chest. “It was all a dirty plot by the Mason’s, sweetheart. They admitted to that. We were just human, that’s all.”

As Jack held her close, Adie stopped her crying and found that as she thought over the afternoon, the rememberances of the lewd fucking she had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Jack, a tingling of arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly damped by Mason. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband more and more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes, his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to fuck me! Now! Right here!

She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Jack’s and dropped it to his pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her actions.

“I want you, Jack,” Adie sighed. “Let’s make love.”

“What?” He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.

“Let’s fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?” Her hand rose to his belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. “Oh Christ!” he groaned, “I don’t believe this!”

“You want me, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Adie, yes I do!” He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand, burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.

“Jack, oh Jack my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!” Her words sounded alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. “I want to feel it in my mouth!”

“God, yes, suck it, Adie,” he moaned. “I’ve always wanted you to!” He was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet.

She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers were blazing inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.

Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had begun to seep from the eye of his glans.

She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions. Adie’s whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the penis with a suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through Jack’s bloodstream.

He wrapped his hands in his wife’s hair and drew her down farther, the sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along silk. “Suck it, baby, suck it,” he panted, raising his leg to wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, “You’re doing great, sweetheart, just great!” He flexed his buttocks and dropped his other leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of fucking.

Adie moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of his cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue swirling around his rod maddeningly, the tip flicking across the throbbing head with abandonment.

He looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as they waved in the air, and her groping fingers and lascivious mouth working hard at making him cum. And he was going to cum soon ... already the tattoo of their tempo was provoking his balls into heated operation, boiling his sperm into escapement. He took one hand and parted her silken hair which hung across his belly and he watched fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth so tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as he pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again.

“Oh sweetheart, let up, please let up! I’ll cum if you don’t and I want to fuck you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not this time, oh please let me fuck you!”

Reluctantly, Adie released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she wanted to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Sue’s gleeful swallowing, but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was overwhelming. She wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true love, of their undying togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting her head and wiping away the thin strand of seminal fluid which still attached her to his cock. She smiled warmly at him.

“Take it, baby!” he whispered hoarsely, “Grab my prick and shove it in that beautiful cunt of yours.” He reached for her, stroking her shoulders with fevered hands. “Do it now, baby!”

She raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side of his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she encircled his hardened penis, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and she teased its purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making Jack squirm and moan with her electrifying contact. She moved forward, spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided his prick to her desire-drenched vagina, rubbing its bulbous glans, still dripping from the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red tinted pubes. Her cunt valley opened as if it were the doorway to a magic kingdom, and his gigantic key the only way to unlock it. His cock sliced through her flesh as she flicked its girth up and down the furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating passion.

“You like that, darling?” she groaned.

“Uhhhh!” came the bubbling answer, and then Jack jerked upwards. His hips driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her unquenchable pussy. Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her elastic cunt full upon him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her hidden caverns, deep to the very root of her lubricated passage.

“OOOOOooooooooooh!” she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum smack against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls, fondling them with fervored joyousness. He plunged again, only withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin soft ass pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating with madness over his monstrous shaft. All that Adie could think of was for the first time she was truly enjoying being fucked by her husband.

Dear God, there had never been anything so wild, so free so damned good! Not even with Bob Mason. She was awakened! She had never thought such rapture could happen to mortal beings, and now, with the glut of lascivious perversion she had witnessed and partaken of today, she was unchained of the Victorian fetters which had so long bound her from release.

Jack continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his penis still harder and deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape. Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with ruthlessness, and her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his swinging balls as they slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. Adie humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly churned with her impending cum.

“I’m ... going ... to cum, baby,” Jack shouted beneath her, “Oh, baby, don’t stop ... fuck me! Fuck me!” He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and she gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear, and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his mouth, burying the words of encouragement deep in his throat as she continued to milk his thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She was almost there ... so close ... and she wanted to feel their cum juices co-mingle in a last consuming fire of lust.

The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets, his toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him and he plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their wetness making lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsting vaginal passage.

“Oh ... oh ... oh...” Adie chanted, raising her body, arching her back and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more pressure. Jack gazed at his wife’s dancing breasts as they heaved and twitched from the result of his pummelling, and her nipples hardened and expanded from the heat of their passion. Jack ground harder and deeper into the tender sanctuary of her pussy, up into her womb and very essence of her soul. He watched as her features contorted with passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent to the pinnacle of release. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and beautiful innocence, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.

“AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid secreted all around Jack’s cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth shaft and trickling down between his legs. Her thighs and pubic hair became sopped with her climatic discharges, and Jack in turn sensed his own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his testicles and race the length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vagina, a never-ending torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent spasms of his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her love juices on the bed.

He fell backwards, spent, and Adie toppled on him, relaxed to a point of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings of her still avaricious spirit. She felt his turgid cock deflate with exhaustion, yet she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving pussy. She gazed at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and filled with satiation. “Oh, Jack, that was so good,” she crooned, “I never thought it could be so wonderful!” She kissed him. “It was the best lovemaking I’ve ever had.”

“Better ... better than with ... Bob?” he murmured hesitantly.

“Yes, Oh God yes, darling, much much better.” She moved her legs, still careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she stretched out on top of him. “I love you, Jack,” she sighed in his ear.

“And I love you, too, darling,” he replied, stroking her back and ass tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled her hair. “I’m not even angry any more for seeing you with him.”

“I’m glad.” Adie licked his neck. “I’m glad that you were with Sue, you know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each other.”

“Adie...”

“Shhhh. Think about it, Jack. Up until now, I ... hated myself. Not just for making love to Bob, but before that, for refusing you the kind of love you need so badly. That - I need as well. I’m awakened now. I’m not sure how or why, but I am, and if it’s because we were fucked by other people, then it was for the best. I’m glad Bob fucked me!”