She had to bite her lips to suppress the sighs of intense pleasure which were trying to force them into sound, and she gripped the wooden top of the stall, as she felt his tongue dip and tease the hot, fiery opening to her cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's wrong with me, her mind questioned suddenly as her eyes focused again on the wild pagan bucking of the grunting couple in front of her. Their lewd scene had become part of her own blazing, uncontrollable lust, and her own obscene witnessing of her husband's adultery was as arousing as the burning, tingling touch of the man's tongue beneath her skirt. She had transversed an unfathomable boundary in the short time since she had worried and fretted alone in the kitchen when her husband had hurried out. The last half-hour was a real milestone in her life, and she knew that she could not retrace her steps across that boundary. She was watching her husband fucking another woman while her own cunt was being sucked by the hired man, and her mode of life till then, was a thing of the past. She knew, as she continued to gaze raptly at the panting, jerking figures of her husband and his mistress, that all her concepts on what life was all about were disintegrating… life as she knew it was disintegrating! The future was indescribable, but she had charted her own course, and she knew she would follow it, for better or worse…
Involuntarily, Sandra found her thighs closing in around Sam's head, trapping his sweating face in the heat of her hungrily dripping pussy, his fiery red hair tickling her throbbing cuntal flesh. His tongue was like a dynamo, washing and slashing and slavering, teasing the throbbing knob of her clitoris, sucking the tendrils of her inner pussy lips, plunging stiffly into the burning hot orifice of her vaginal sheath. Her hot steaming cunt walls enveloped his intruding organ as it plunged, contracting, twitching, the engorged lips glistening from the dribbles of her secretions.
Sam dug his rough fingers into her madly thrashing ass-cheeks, his tongue working like a jackhammer, probing, searching, driving into the soft luscious folds, possessed of a mind of its own.
Mindless, uncontrolled lust shook Sandra and her upper body was pressed hard and roughly against the wall of the stall, and she ground her pelvis down on his imprisoned face. His tongue and lips and hands became a feverish stampede of lustful, frantic action, licking, biting, sucking as he grovelled greedily in her desperately writhing cunt, all striving in unison to uncap the earth-shaking eruption from her passion tormented body. Her hands tangled in his hair, smashing his blood-flushed face into the boiling cauldron of her pussy. Sandra's mind was a wandering panorama of obscene pictures, in the forefront of which was the image of her husband and his mistress welded together in a carnal union of breathtaking passion.
Sandra's glazed eyes swung over to the steaming, twisting couple. They were careening into a flailing collision of lust-driven fury… now accelerating… now finally far beyond any human control as their passion finally crested…
They were cumming!
Their lewd, hoarse shrieks of release were shatteringly near, and then began to fade, as Sandra's brain slipped at last utterly away. She was dissolved in a screaming rocket of head-long desire as shudder after shudder convulsed her. She felt the power of her approaching climax building, expanding deep within her womb.
And then, a tremendous hot flash drove through her.
"Unnnnnggghhh…" she grunted out loud, her mind dissolving in the intense radiation of pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis engulfing Sam's exhausted, moist face. Another blinding wave of heat exploded within her, travelling with gathering speed up the thrashing length of her spine.
Her head fell back, her mouth hung open.
"Oh My God! Sam! Sam!" she shrieked mindlessly, as another wave struck, and another, until the mounting shockwaves seemed to gather into a continuous thunderclap, converging on her lewdly tumbling body. She opened her mouth again, screaming wildly, oblivious of everything but the insatiable monster of her lust.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaarrrggghhhhhhhh…"
Her screams seemed to go on forever, echoing throughout the huge building, rising and falling, dying and rising from the embers of her hoarseness again like a phoenix, the full throated release of her passion buoyantly hurling her about in the momentum of her orgasm like a matchstick bobbing in the wind of a hurricane.
Blissful peacefulness was beginning to descend on her, wiping everything away but the glowing aftermath of her unbelievable release.
Reality intruded with crude brutality as fingers dug into her shoulder.
"Mmm, oh please don't…" she murmured, her eyes fluttering open.
Mike was standing over her, still stark naked!
Her eyes widened in terror, her voice tried to call out, but no sound came.
"You bitch!" he spat, "You fucking little adulterous slut!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sandra wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Shame and mortification flooded through her, crimsoning her downcast face. She was paralyzed with fear, too terrorized even to pull her skirt down over her still lewdly splayed thighs. She was painfully, desperately aware of her husband standing over her, his eyes travelling over the naked plane of her vagina, over her white nylon panties so casually discarded, over Sam's cowering, abject figure.
Unable to stand it any longer, Sandra hid her face in her hands, and started to sob helplessly, her body shaking with the force of her weeping. This was the end of everything! Mike had discovered her with Sam, spying on him. Sam would tell him everything, about the dog, about the veterinarian, McLean… Fresh sobs convulsed her as she thought of his rage, his fury. He'd kill her!
There was an ominous silence, broken only by her stifled sobs. Why doesn't Mike say something, do something? her mind wondered, anything to make this terrible moment pass. It seemed an eternity since he had called her those names. Now at least, anger, abuse would be natural! This silence wasn't.
"Well, Maguire, what are you waiting for?" Mike's voice, cold and toneless with rage and hatred rang out. "You're not going to stop now, are you?"
New terror gripped the frightened wife. What did Mike mean?
"I… uh… I…" Sam mumbled, his face beet red.
"Get on with it!" Mike snapped, and Sandra recoiled from the edge in his voice.
"W-with what?" Sam mumbled dully.
"You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Mike sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.
A new flood of embarrassment washed over Sandra. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her?
"No," Sam answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Sandra's sprawled figure.
"Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do without!" Mike jeered.
Sandra couldn't help herself.
"No Mike, please…"
"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.
Sandra cringed back against the wall, trying to stand up straight, but only succeeding in falling against the bales of straw in the corner.
"What do I have to do?" Sam asked, relieved to find Peters' anger directed towards his wife.
"I'll tell you what to do!" Mike snarled, "but first let me get the little lady, sorry, the whore, ready!"
Sandra cowered piteously as Mike approached her, and shielded her face with her her arm. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and pulled her to her feet. With one swift pull, he tore away her skirt, leaving her hips and thighs stark naked. And with a further exertion, he ripped the buttons of her blouse, tearing it from her shoulders. Last of all, he snatched away her blouse, leaving her totally naked.