"Oh, ooooooohhh, Gooooodddd! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmingg nowwwww!" she suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim, desperately straining ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring upper torso. Her body heaved and she held on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a lewd pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still-hard driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his sperm-loaded balls and the two fingers still buried in her tiny puckered anus.
George felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her tightly locked little cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short panting gasps and she moaned involuntarily, feeling his own hot wet sperm suddenly shoot from the tip of his cock far into her soft, hungrily quivering belly.
Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged into her, filling her with its warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that Lynn had never before imagined. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Lynn's young, perfectly sculptured body was drained of everything and her arms and legs collapsed loosely out to her sides as McHenry's iron cupped grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed. She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers from her ravaged anus with a soft, almost fart-like hissing sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it had never been before. Tears welled in her blue eyes as her shame and humiliation returned and she remembered where she was and whose thick penis it was that was still soaking deep in her still-pulsating vagina.
"Please, let me up, Mr. McHenry," she said finally, attempting to regain a little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the debasing experience she had undergone. "I… I have to find m-my h-husband."
The thought of Ed brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and she wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him. No matter what he might have done tonight, she had no valid excuse for allowing George McHenry to make love to her and she silently vowed that Ed must never, never know about what she had done.
"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at her misery. "Here, let me pull it out."
She closed her eyes at the sight of his lewd grin and trembled slightly as she felt him lift his hips, withdrawing his now-soft penis from her sperm-flooded pussy with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief. She had not even realized that someone had quietly opened the door and slipped into the room until she opened her eyes and saw Marian McHenry's smirking face as the tall, redheaded woman leaned over the bed on which Lynn and her husband lay naked and panting.
"Oh, God, Marian," Lynn moaned in horror at the other woman seeing her like this, naked, her belly filled with the wetness of the older woman's husband's sperm. She pulled up the fabric of the bedspread that hung over the side of the bed, vainly trying to cover her naked body. No matter what she had thought of the redhead before, Lynn now felt only compassion for her, imagining that she was hurt and horrified at having discovered her husband in the act of making love to another woman. "I don't know what happened… I know you'll never forgive me, but please don't blame George… it was my fault…" the young blonde sobbed, trying desperately to patch up what she thought must be the terrible pain the older woman was experiencing. "I swear I'll never come in this place again… I'll never go near your husband…"
"Now, now, let's not get carried away, dear."
"I don't know how to convince you…" Lynn went on tearfully, then stopped as the redhead's coolly-uttered words penetrated her consciousness. The humiliated blonde had been wringing her hands and staring down at the floor all the time she had been talking but now she looked up at George's wife and saw that the beautiful older woman did not appear upset in the least. In fact, the redhead's expression was one of bored amusement.
Confused, Lynn turned to George for some explanation but was faced with only the sight of his bare buttocks as he leaned over the edge of the bed to pull a pack of cigars from his jacket-pocket. She watched in astonishment as he righted himself on the mattress and calmly lit one of the long, black Havanas.
"M-maybe I should leave," Lynn said to no one in particular and was about to swing her legs off the bed, when McHenry reached out and took hold of her arm.
"Not so fast, my dear," he grinned evilly around the cigar in his mouth. "You wouldn't want poor Marian to run out screaming to your dear husband about what she found in here?"
"But… but, she's not upset," Lynn protested. "I guess you two don't care what each other does. But Ed would be -"
"Exactly, dear," Marian interrupted impatiently, then chuckled at the look of horror that crossed Lynn's face. "That's right, you've guessed it. It's a little blackmail."
"But, I haven't got any money," the tiny blonde whispered feebly. Now that she realized what she had done, she would gladly pay the McHenrys' or anyone else to keep Ed from knowing anything about it, but how could she? For a terrible second, she visualized her whole marriage falling to ruins because of one terrible mistake she had made.
"We're not interested in your household allowance, my dear," McHenry snickered. He allowed his gaze to roam insultingly over her barely covered body before he went on. "We'd just like to have you entertain some guests for us at a party next week… just like you entertained me tonight…" Once again, his eyes lingered approvingly over the ripe young contours of her body. "And you did very well, my dear, very well…"
"All right, George!" Marian suddenly snapped and Lynn's eyes darted up to catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in the older woman's glance. The tiny blonde felt a flash of apprehension at the look on Marian's face, but then forgot it as the redhead turned to face her with an inquiring smile. "Well, dear, what do you say? It could help your husband too – there'll be no one but executives there and I'm certain they'll all be horrified when they hear you're not a member of the club."
Once again, Lynn was threatened by the sarcasm she heard in Marian's tone, but she was not certain that she had not merely imagined it in her guilt. Why would the gorgeous woman be jealous of her, an unsophisticated young housewife, when Marian had such an obviously exciting life? At the same time, her mind worked frantically, trying to devise some escape from the terrible trap into which McHenry had led her like an unsuspecting baby lamb. But there was no way out. She knew it already – just as she had known it when George had called her a "whore" earlier, when his lust-hardened cock had been spearing in and out of her traitorously responding vagina. She had made herself a slut when she had given in to the seemingly-irresistible temptation, and now she would have to give her body again to keep her marriage intact. There was no other way, except to tell Ed, and she knew that her husband would never forgive her… if he found out the truth.