His watch indicated that nearly fifteen minutes had passed… damn; what was she doing, anyway? He'd expected her to come back out… or at least, call him… or could she just be waiting there for him to bring the drinks in…? He added water to their Scotches, sneaked a third short quickie for himself, and with a little tune absently winding through his stirred mind, hummed his way toward their bedroom.
Palming both glasses in one hand, Kevin opened the door with: "Fuller Brush Man! Madam, I'd like to introduce you to a new product we've…" He stopped short, hearing his voice trailing off into silence as he saw her lying face down on the bed, a yellow robe drawn up over her. She lay with her face buried in the pillow, her naked arms shielding it, long raven hair strewn about like a soft, silken veil. Christ! She was crying!
A sinking sensation gripped at the young husband's lower belly. He sensed his swollen cock give a hurtful lurch as he set their drinks on her dressing table and approached the bed, his brain racing in a combination of concern and beginning anger. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, gently laying his hand on her back, me thin material of her robe enough to let him know she was wearing little or nothing beneath.
"Wh-What's wrong, baby? What happened to you…?" he half-whispered, struggling to keep his voice calm, the very sound of it, added to his touch, raising a cringing shudder from her, accompanied by increased sobs.
"Oh… oh Kevin… I-I just can't help it!" she garbled, her words hardly distinguishable to him, but enough to let him know that nothing had changed, that their little party was about to take its miserably familiar, Goddamned course! "I-I just can't give myself willingly to… to what you expect of me… believe me, darling, I've tried so hard…! Oh, I have… but… but it's no use…!"
"Now, wait a minute, baby," Kevin almost pleaded, still trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "Christ, it has to be something fixed crazily in your mind, and… and whatever it is, I know we can overcome it if we go at it sensibly… at least, discuss it, Laura…!"
"Can't you understand, Kevin? God, I don't want to discuss it… even think about it!" she blurted into her pillow, her face still buried and hidden from him. "It makes me sick, actually ill everytime I feel your… your thing worming around in me there… like an animal… while I have to lay helpless… oh God! Is that what you call love…?"
Her admissions spewed at him in undeniable repugnance was at first like a knife twisting in his guts, stunning him for a moment as he sat there gaping down at her. Automatically, he began to soothingly stroke her back through the thin, diaphanous robe, and again she recoiled beneath his touch. It was that final added insult to injury which unleashed the boiling anger inside him, though Laura hardly realized it yet from the controlled level of his enraged voice.
"So… another replay of the same old record… that's what you're handing me, right?" he put to her, gaining his feet and beginning to unbutton his shirt, the liquor he had rapidly drunk churning hotly in his infuriated belly and blood-stream.
"My God… is that all you can ever say to me?" Laura sobbingly threw at him, rolling partially onto her side to show her tear-stained face, as well as the whitely exposed mound of one lush, rounded breast… he saw that she was naked at least down to her hips, the sight of her smooth-textured flesh like a thousand tiny needles of fire jabbing at his fuming loins. "Please… leave me alone. I've a terrible headache coming on…"
"Baby, you've got a hell of a lot more than that coming on!" Kevin hissed through tightly clenched teeth, his lips drawn harshly back. He practically tore the shirt off himself and dropped his pants all in one movement that caused Laura to raise her head and gasp out.
"Wh-What do you think you're doing…?"
"That ought to be pretty obvious even to you!" he spat, kicking off shoes and socks, then unceremoniously shoving his white, cotton shorts down off his lean hips to expose the long swollen hardness of his angry cock poling out from his hair-covered loins, his heavy balls swinging bullishly between his lank, sinewy thighs.
"K-Kevin… my God, please… I told you I have a headache…!" Laura choked, her widened dark eyes jerking upward from the unwelcomed sight of his lewdly exposed genitals in their obscene primed state to the wildly angered expression on his face.
"You're going to have a migraine in your cunt in a minute!" he pitilessly snarled, suddenly reaching down to snatch the robe away, revealing her completely naked young body to his now almost violently maddened eyes. "And it's high fucking time you did…!"
"Oh… oh no you don't!" Laura bitterly cried out, trying to roll away from him, her arms and legs flailing, but he caught her roughly and threw her face down once more onto the bed, slapping her a stinging crack across her nakedly exposed buttocks. "Ooohhh!" she blurted in hurt shock.
"You try that again and I'll slap you silly, damn you!" Kevin warned, his tone cutting sharp. "I've had it, baby… all I can stomach of your Goddamned hang-ups! You may hate me from here on out, but that can't be much worse than what you call loving! I'm going to fuck you without mercy, little wifey dear, and there isn't one frigging thing you can do about it but spread your snooty little ass and take it!"
"Oh… oohhh, my God, Kevin… please…?" the absolutely stunned and horrified Laura whimpered as she lay there forcibly on her stomach, feeling him roughly spreading her legs apart and wedging between them. "Please… oohhh, at least let me turn over if… if you've got to do it…!"
"What? And have to watch my big brutal cock worming into your precious little cunt-hole? Don't be silly, Mrs. Garrett! I wouldn't want you to get any sicker than you are!" Kevin scathingly sneered down at her naked, helplessly spread body beneath him. "Besides, bitch, this is the way we animals fuck… from behind…!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Lying prostrate and defenselessly naked on her belly beneath him with her legs obscenely scissored open by his cruelly placed knees, Laura Garrett was more appalled and shamed than anything, even though the man lewdly positioned above her vulnerably exposed buttocks and loins was her very own husband! She couldn't believe it was happening! Rape… that's all it was, depraved rape! And he was drunk… had to be! She could even smell the liquor now!
"I-I'll never forgive you for this, Kevin! I swear it!" she sobbed back at him, trying to twist her head to see what he was going to do. But that was hardly necessary; she felt him instead.
"Oh fuck, shut up, Laura!" he lewdly spat down at her in anger, flecks of spittle spraying her naked buttocks and the tapered curve of her sun-tinted back. "We've already passed that Goddamned milestone. Now we're going to try for the brass ring!" he added, letting his eyes hungrily feed on the fleshy, perfect mounds of her whitely rounded ass-cheeks and the deep tantalizing crevice separating them.
His hands cupped their satin-smooth firmness as he sat back on his haunches, his lengthy hardened cock thrusting out from his pelvis like a rigid flag-staff. Jesus Christ, he was going to enjoy this to the frigging nth degree… because it might well be the last fuck he ever humped into her, and right at that moment he really didn't give a Goddamn! He'd truly had it!
Laura felt his big hands begin a disgraceful kneading of her unprotected buttocks, vulgarly stretching them open even against her muscle-clenching attempts to thwart him. Her body jerked when she felt his thumbs slip obscenely into the deep valley between the softly trembling cheeks and pressed outward to pry them wider and wider apart!
"Ooohhh… damn you, Kevin! Stop it! Do you hear? Stop…!" she futilely protested, sensing the surge of shamed hot blood flushing into her face to the depths of her neck as a brush of cool air rushed between her helplessly splayed buttocks and the realization of her debased position beneath him again screamed through her brain.