Leaving the side of the house, Max quickly went in his own front door. He looked up a number in the phone book and dialed, drumming his fingers nervously on the table-top while he listened to it ring.
"Hello," he said when it was finally answered. "Get me Mr. Hollister, please… Jack Hollister." And then a moment later. "Jack? This is your neighbor, Max Flaherty. I think you'd better come home right away… yeah, that's right… I think I got some bad news for you… Yeah… it's your wife."
***Pam knew she was going to cum, and thought she recognized the same signs in Anna. The other woman quivered above her, her hot, slick pussy-flesh swelling and tightening under Pam's enthusiastic licking, but excited as she was, Anna never let her own mouth break contact with Pam's needfully spasming little cunt. The young blonde felt the now-familiar pressure building up in her belly, waiting for the final trigger, and Anna supplied it by splaying her tongue out flat and vigorously shaking her head, slithering its moist heat back and forth over Pam's delighted clitoris. Pam's back arched in final release, and wanting to make sure that she didn't shirk her duty to her friend, she gripped Anna's thighs tightly and pressed her mouth to the other woman's juicy snatch, sucking voraciously. As Pam drifted away on the wings of her own orgasm, she felt Anna's cunt begin to shudder and contract rhythmically, and a moment later the older girl's hot pussy-juices came gushing wetly out, to run in a slippery stream down Pam's silky cheeks. The two women writhed and jerked together, moaning out the last of their orgasm, then finally fell into a sodden heap together, both exhausted.
Both were still trying to get their ragged breathing under control, shyly avoiding one another's eyes, when a stentorian roar filled the room.
"What the fuck…?"
Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully toward the figure that stood in the door.
"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband. He stood staring at the two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so recently his lover, unable to believe his eyes. And I thought it'd be impossible to get them in the same bed! he thought in stunned shock.
"My God!" he half-shouted. "Now I understand why you never came across with me!"
"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering what the next disaster could be.
"Why… it's obvious!" Jack stammered. "I wanted to make love to you and all the time you were a… LESBIAN!"
"No, Jack… you don't understand it at all," Pam said desperately, knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young husband as he stood gaping at first her and then Anna.
"She's all right, sonny… you got it all wrong," a heavy male voice boomed, and Max came into the room. "She's one of the hottest pieces of tail I've ever had." It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.
"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife. "You mean you…?" He swung toward Max, his hands bunching into fists. Max's answer was simple. He made a grand gesture, linking Jack and Anna. "Tit for tat," he growled.
"Please, Jack," Pam broke in. "I had to do it. He-He had pictures of you and Anna. He was going to show them to J.B." Jack's eyes jerked back to Max, the color draining from his face.
"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice. For answer, Max handed him one of the photos.
"I got a lot more at home," he said. Jack stared for several seconds at the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless hand. He stared at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to get into gear, but its wheels were spinning. He had walked into an incredible scene, alerted by Max, watching his wife make love to another woman. And then to cap it off, he'd found out she'd been unfaithful with Max. It didn't matter what the reason was. Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's body was one of his most important possessions, something he was only willing to share on his own terms. His whole being cried out for vengeance against the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the big man holding those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with a word, where it counted most – at work!
Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's leering face, the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned his frustration on his nakedly crouching young wife.
"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl. "I'll bet it didn't take much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug little pants." Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her husband's cruel words.
"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember? When my promotion was at stake?"
"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice. "I-I… he made me do it!"
"Sure!" he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Anna came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"
"Of course not," Pam said. "That was different. We…"
"Sure," he said bitterly. "It's always different when you're with somebody other than me. Christ, all the times I wanted to eat your cunt, and…"
"Tastes like honey," Max broke in. There was a stunned silence from Jack.
"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you also let him do that to you?" Pam tried to answer but found that she couldn't. Slow tears trickled down her face as her world collapsed around her.
"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked viciously, slowly approaching his sobbing young wife, who was still crouched on top of the wildly disordered bed. All she could do was slowly shake her head in a general plea for understanding.
"God, all the times I wanted to…" He suddenly sprang forward and grabbed his wife by the arm. "Is there anywhere you're still virgin?" he screamed. "I'm going to find out! I'm going to make you wish you'd given me everything I ever wanted from you."
Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to struggle with his belt. He jerked it open and a moment later his pants dropped in a heap around his feet. His other clothes followed and in seconds he was naked. My God, he's going to rape me… in front of Max and Anna! she thought in horror, watching him massage his cock, which had already begun to harden in his rage and excitement. She tried to slip off the bed so she could run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and seized her by the arm. With fierce strength, he spun her around on the bed, forcing her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing over the edge, almost kneeling on the floor.
"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably haven't got around to using yet."
"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the truth.
"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the looks of it, it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel his strong hands, brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her tender little rectum.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can't! Your penis is too big to go in there! You'll split me in two!"
"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me." And he forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam felt the tender skin around her anus stretch painfully.
"Anna… help!" Pam shrieked. Then her friend flew forward, trying to pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife. "You leave her alone, you cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn balls off!"
Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly Max's powerful hands flung Anna half across the room. "Mind your own business, cunt. Don't you know better than to interfere with a man and his wife?" He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam get what he felt was coming to her. Stuck-up bitch! he thought. Too good for Max Flaherty, is she? Well, we'll see what song she sings in a few minutes! He went over to Pam, and pinned her writhing torso to the bed, holding her a helpless prisoner before her husband's depraved attack.