"Smokey?" she called. "Smokey…! Come on, baby! Come and get a piece of ass!"
Smokey shuffled toward her, his neck extended and his ears forward. She lay across the narrow plank, gripping its edge tightly and raising her knees. As the donkey came closer she spread her thighs and let him sniff her pussy. He licked, his tongue rough and impatient on her cunt, and he probed deep into her vagina, making her belly writhe.
"Good! Good baby! Oooh, Smokey, that's scrumptious!"
Smokey jerked his tongue free and tossed his head with a snort. Helen twisted to look under his belly and saw his cock swelling and lengthening. The beast quivered and pawed the ground.
"Wonderful! Wonderful, Smokey! You know!" She lowered her feet, touching the earth with her toes, her thighs widespread. "Come on, baby. Up between my legs!"
The donkey snorted again and reared on his short hind legs, taking a series of short, clumsy steps to position himself in the notch her legs made. She caught his forepaws to guide them clear of her belly, then reached under him and guided his prick to her cunt. His rump prodded and the bulky cockhead began to work against the tightness of her rim. She swung her legs around him and pulled fiercely, jerking herself onto the great cock and gagging happily when it crowded her guts.
"Ahhh! Ohhh, Smokey-baby! Fuck me good!" She grabbed his neck and hauled herself against him, his bristles stabbing her belly and gouging her tits. She pumped her ass, bouncing on his enormous shaft, and he banged at her until she was battering against the plank.
"God, yes, Smokey! Hit me! Hit me hard, baby!" Her cunt flamed with hunger and gulped the grotesque feast it held. Helen let go with her hands and flung her arms back, letting herself arch backward over the edge of the table. Her breasts jounced crazily and her fingers touched the ground. She knew she'd see the moving lump on her belly of the buried cockhead, if she only wanted to look. But she was starting to cum, and she didn't need to see. Her thighs clamped convulsively on Smokey's sides, his stiff hair digging at her tender flesh like handfuls of needles. Smokey backed suddenly, as if startled at something, and she felt herself dragged off the table. She hung head down beneath him, supported by the grip of her legs and pulling herself against his belly, his cock fully implanted in her. She continued to pump while she came, and Smokey's hindquarters continued to oscillate savagely.
His cock leaped abruptly within her and he threw his head up and brayed. His widely planted forelegs shook in Helen's grasp and she sobbed with overwrought awareness, pumping her hips slowly, sliding her stuffed pussy sensuously on his spurting cockshaft while his hot flood filled her. When the pulsing sensations at the mouth of her cunt subsided and the donkey's cock started to go soft, she loosened the grip of her legs and let herself slide off him to the ground. She rolled weakly aside, clear of his hooves, and pushed herself erect.
"Thank you, you walking cock. Thank you!" She went to him and hugged his ugly head, rubbing her tits against his face, then went to the corner of the corral and used the watering hose to rinse off the thick cum that trickled from her pussy. She took a cold douche and got dressed, leaving the corral with a bouncy step and a satisfied smile.
"All right!" she called to the clouds. "Okay! You saw that! Am I dirty enough? Am I doing all right or not?"
She returned to the house and made a perfunctory effort to straighten it. But she was too impatient for Art's arrival to care whether there was dust in the corners or not. At ten o-clock she made up her mind to shock him. "Like he'd want to be shocked," she said confidently. She found the bra and panties Danny had brought to her the night before. She stripped quickly and got into the revealing garments, then waited nervously.
She heard Art's car, peeked through the window to be sure it was him, and went to the center of the living room. When Art opened the door, he dropped his briefcase.
"Holy Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Is that you, Helen?"
"Of course! Honey, I've missed you something awful!"
"Sonovabitch!" He sprang across the room and crushed her in his arms.
"Honey!" she exclaimed over his shoulder. "Honey! You left the front door wide open!"
"Oh, shit! What's wrong with me!" He swung around, holding her in one arm, and went back to the door. Her toes dragged on the floor and she clung fiercely to him. He teased her, holding her before him in the open doorway and fingering her twat through the slit in her panties.
She was torn between hard-dying inhibitions and her new determination to ignore them. "Art!" she gasped, her glance darting up and down the street. "Art, honey! My God, somebody'll see us!" And then, pressing her head back against him and thrusting her knees apart. "To hell with it! Let them! Oh, rub, honey!"
Art crushed her clitoris with his fingers and she thrashed in his grip. She heard the solid "chunk" of a closing door.
Art carried her to the couch and dropped her on it. She lay as she fell, legs asprawl and arms extended, and watched him through half-closed eyes while he undressed. When he pushed his shorts off his hips, his cock leaped, dark with heat, the head halfway out of the foreskin. She rolled off the couch to her knees and flung her arms around Art's hips, kissing the heavy prick eagerly. She ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of his foreskin and lipped the tip of his cockhead.
Her husband buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back, gazing into her face with a puzzled expression. "What's with you, baby?" he asked. "I don't know where you hid Helen, but you're sure a hell somebody else!" A grin grew slowly.
Helen trembled. "I'm me," she murmured. "I'm me, with the pretending gone. I'm who you really married." She pressed her boobs against his thighs. "Want to know about me?"
"Sometime," he said softly. "Not right now. I want to get to know you."
He loosened his grip and she put her lips to the nose of his cock. She sucked at it for a time and then forced her mouth over the entire head, biting gently on the foreskin and pushing it gently back onto his shaft. She played her tongue over his slit and listened to his breath hiss. To her delighted surprise, the sense of guilt that had nagged her for the past twenty-four hours evaporated. In its place, she felt a glow of pleasure in the knowledge she was giving him pleasure. And that's not just cock hunger! she thought. I'm dying to get this beautiful cock into my pussy, but that's a different feeling.
The appearance in Art's belly grew more pronounced. His flesh twitched and he twisted his hips slowly. At last he caught her under the armpits and raised her to her feet. "Come on, baby. Time we tried out those fancypants." He glanced at her nipples, outthrust by the upward force of her bra's half-cups, and his eyes gleamed. "And that titty-vendor," he added with a grin.
He took her to the dining room, where he pulled one of the straight chairs away from the wall. Seating himself on the edge, he drew her toward him. She straddled his lap, her twat hovering above his cock, and he straightened the rigid member with its head nuzzling her. She pulled the slit of her panties open and squatted, breathing deeply as she felt the knob of his cockhead settle into her gash.
"Mmm! Mmm!" she exclaimed. "I'm so hot for you, honey! God, this feels good!"
Her cunt stretched to engulf Art's cockhead and she let herself slip down the erect shaft. She lifted her feet, hooking her insteps over her husband's thighs, and rocked on his cock. He balanced her, his hands at her waist, and bent forward to suck at her nipples.
He pulled his mouth away for a moment. "If it's all right, that is," he said.
"If what's all right?" She shook with pleasure and made no sense out of his remark.