She thought of Bo-Bo then and something repulsed inside her. She hated herself for begging him to stay, filthy vermin that he was. She drained her glass and leaned over to make another from where the ingredients conveniently sat. That had been the story of her whole life, hadn't it? Either fucking for gain, or the same to try and feed the raging hunger which incessantly burned between her legs. She'd been aware for quite a few years that she was a nympho of sorts, but oddly enough, not with the usual nympho hang-ups. In fact, maybe she was just a girl who maddeningly loved sex in its every form… and certainly that wasn't a nympho's bag.
Eve reached down and stroked the big animal's huge head. "You're my real lover now, Stranger baby," she softly spoke to him, watching his tail begin to wag as he stared at her with those irresistible, big limpid eyes and his ears respondingly erect. "That's right, you are… but secretly, baby, because such forbidden ecstasies are frowned on in what we humans like to refer to as civilized society. But… but I'll bet you'll learn to fuck me beautifully, my pet! And that's all Eve needs, darling, to be loved and fucked every, every day and night…"
Hello… what was that? Lights… car-lights! They had to be because they'd flashed in a sweeping glare across the pool and only an auto swinging into the circle of her drive could have caused that! She couldn't imagine who it might be… or maybe, they had passed through and out again, turning around…? Well, she'd just sit and wait for the intercom to buzz before deciding whether she wanted to put up with their company tonight. She could always play sick… but she hoped it was no one calling as she continued to gaze down with growing excitement at the magnificent German shepherd sprawled ever-ready beside her…
He was gone!
Kevin was actually gone… walked out on her! God, could it really be? Or was she dreaming one of those crazy nightmares of hers…? Laura had but to look at her still bound wrists to know different, or realize the fact that she was lying there on her belly naked in the very lewd position he had left her! For a moment, she gaped at her fettering bonds, stunned… then, began to work with her teeth, moans of anguish still escaping her. Fortunately, he hadn't tied the knots tight and in seconds she was free, swinging over to the side of the bed to sit with feet on the floor, staring blankly at the empty room around her. It was not only the room… it was their entire house! Kevin was gone! He'd truly left her… packed a bag and without a further word, merely walked away on their marriage!
My dear God! Wh-What would she do? He'd meant it… most definitely meant it! He'd absolutely left her…!
Laura sat there with her small hands clutching tremblingly at the edge of the covered mattress, aware suddenly of the sticky wetness saturating her loins and inner thighs. There was still a burning all the way up from her vaginal lips to the depths of her belly and she spread her legs to examine herself. She both saw and felt with exploring fingers the wetness of her pubic curls and the warm white secretion seeping from between the soft pink-fleshed lips causing the narrow ribbon of intimate inner flesh to moistly glisten. A sensuous little tremor fluttered over her at the touch and sight of her own thoroughly used genitals, her tormentively confused mind vividly recalling every moment of it… along with the hows and whys.
Ooooohhh… he had treated her like a slut… had even called her that! He despised her! Damn him, tying her and humiliating her as if she were some street-walking bitch, then… then raping her from behind… shoving his brutal, lust-filled hardness up into her unwanting belly like a mad man! Just thinking about it was sufficient for her to relive the unknown sensations and shameful pleasure his long, thick penis had ragingly brought her… and… and she had cum, too, for the first time in her entire life! Her legs and loins still rippled with reoccurring little muscular tremors from that overwhelming moment of exotic intoxication. She remembered then that she had been near to climaxing a second time, had only he continued to thrust up into her frantically excited passage a few more times…!
In a burst of uncontainable tears the miserable young wife began to cry in earnest, well aware that the blame was all her own, and whatever had happened to their marriage she alone had been at fault. How hard he had tried right from the beginning, while she with her stupid, childish hang-ups had bucked him at every turn! And now, too late, she had suddenly been jarred to her senses… no… no… that was hardly the proper way to put it…!
You were fucked to your senses, Laura Garrett! Beautifully and masterfully fucked in a manner befitting the miserable bitch you've been… and by the one man in the world who had every right to do it! Tied obscenely to the bed with your naked ass helplessly shoved right up where he could slam into your… your damned precious little cunt and you could do nothing but take it! Oooohhh, and it was so heavenly…! I didn't know, darling… I didn't! Godddd… why didn't you do it before…?
Laura, still weeping but less profusely, stood and slipped into her yellow wrapper, then wandered to their small bar in the living room to make herself some sort of bracer. If she ever had needed one it was at that heart-broken moment. The tears which continued to dribble from her puffy eyes with every regretful thought were stinging ones, no longer regulated sobs of emotion she could turn off and on at will to get her own way… for Kevin was not there…!
Back in their bedroom the heat seemed to stifle her, and she opened the glass doors wide, walking out on the tiny verandah, the partially clouded night reminding her that they hadn't even had dinner. Lord, how long had it gone on… his… his delicious ravaging of her…? If only he had never stopped! She sipped at the Scotch drink she had made herself, her awakened young mind irresistibly filling again and again with lucid memories of the never before raptures he had brought her even as she had stubbornly fought against them. Yes, he had truly raped her… used her like a bitch-animal… debased her beyond anything she'd ever vaguely conceived of… fucked her… and from behind… his searing hard cock bursting up into the intimate tightness of her uninitiated vagina to her still tremoring belly… and… and unleashing a passionate array of showering stars like those tiny celestial bodies she was gazing up at to sensuously shatter inside her… filling her with an erotic bliss that was beyond belief…! Oooohhh… if only he were there beside her at that very moment and she could at last really prove her love to him…!
Wh-What was she going to do? God, she had to face it! He'd left her! And… and she loved him so much… needed him so badly…! But… but she couldn't ignore the reality of the facts! Kevin Garrett would divorce her! He would… she knew he would… and she wanted to die…!
Kevin arranged quarters at the Cala Mar Inn then went to the bar. He knew he didn't need it, but he wanted more. The last two drinks he'd gulped down had been enough to half-ass stone him, but he doubted that anybody had ever needed them more.
The still enraged young husband nursed the Scotch-water set before him. Then, he grinned to himself. He'd really given her a fucking she'd never forget, hadn't he? She could cringe and moan with the shocking memories of that, he bitterly thought, for just about the rest of his life! And knowing her, she probably would. But she'd cum! Yes, Goddamnit, he'd brought her off like a rocket… in fact, she'd been only two shades from a second blast when he'd let go, unable to hold it back any longer.