Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward and took hold of Julie's mouth with his hands, giving a loud grunt as he forced it hard all the way down onto his stonelike hardness until Julie's large, pouting lips were almost smashed flat against the roughness of his pubic hair.
"Nnnnnnnnngggg…" he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her breath as the large, rubbery width of his cockhead forced the back of her throat into an unnatural wideness. But still he held her head firm, her smooth silken blonde hair slipping beneath his fingers, as with a groan he began to buck his hips up into her face, forcing his overtaxed and throbbing prick into the far, hidden recesses of her tonsils. He suddenly became aware of the fact that once more their roles had been reversed. Whereas she had been the aggressor, now he was the master of the situation, fucking into her mouth as if it were his right! The forbidden pleasure seemed to invade his body and capture him completely, the pure licentiousness driving him crazy.
Julie's head was bobbing furiously up and down over his cock, working hard at sucking him, her tongue swirling and licking wetly all around the head and shaft, never stopping its lewd revolutions and he controlled each thrust with his own hands. The flames licking at Bob's loins sent wave after wave of multi-faceted lust sweeping throughout this huge hulk of a body and his handsome features reflected the depravity of what he was feeling.
"Suck it, baby… suck it… suck it… suck it… suck it…" he began chanting through his tightly clenched teeth as Julie's hands slipped teasingly and possessively about his hairy balls massaging them in a slow, hotly exciting rhythm as again and again her husband's friend slammed roughly into her mouth. She began to suck at him even more furiously, her full lips cushioning the smooth sensitive flesh of the head from her teeth and nibbling warmly down to cover every inch of the wetly thrusting pole of his rock-hard prick.
Julie was filled with a strange new feeling she had only begun to experience with previous lovers when she had sucked their cocks, but with Bob… it was almost as good as being fucked. His strong hands on her head made her feel as though her mouth was nothing but a wetly clinging hole for his satisfaction and lust and a masochistic spark deep inside her increased her lustful excitement. She could feel her cuntal fluids wetting the narrow tunnel of her vagina and the cool garden air grazing against the nakedly exposed pubic hairs that covered her up between her legs.
Suddenly, Bob gasped. The moment was there and a low guttural growl started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its journey from the burgeoning depths of his balls, just as Julie's tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip just right and her lips clamped tight, and his hands grappled with her hair, pulling her head down harder on it!
"Suck it!" he grunted loudly just as his lust inflamed prick began spewing hot thick streams of molten cum deep into her desperately sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white hot sperm farther and farther into the waiting wetness of her hungrily accepting throat. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to flood hotly against her naked tonsils.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm…" she sighed, as he jerked his loins lewdly upward one last time to empty the last of his searingly swirling cum deep into her openly contracting belly.
"Oh my God!" groaned Julie as she struggled to swallow the final onrush of his male cum. She loved it, every moment of it and she felt that she could go on forever making love with Bob. She didn't want him to leave her, she wanted him all the time as well as her husband Gary, she had enough for both of them, she knew it!
Janet Howard suddenly came to her senses. Suddenly she realized that she had been watching the most foul, obscene thing she'd ever seen in her life and she'd been watching the act performed on her very own husband. Suddenly she felt nauseous… she had to leave, she had to get out of the garden before they saw her, it would be too humiliating, she just would die!
She stumbled away blindly and ran into the house, up into her bedroom where she threw herself down on the bed and started to sob, quietly at first with increasing strength as she realized what she had witnessed. She could hardly believe that her husband Bob would touch another woman let alone make love to her and now she had seen it, she didn't know what to do. Should she leave him? Oh God! She felt like dying!
CHAPTER SIX
Bob Howard sat up on the grass and grinned at Julie. His cock was still tingling with the incredible feelings that she had evoked in him.
"We must have fallen asleep," he groaned looking at his watch. "Good thing we didn't get caught."
"What time is it," yawned Julie sleepily.
"Five o'clock."
"Goodness me, I have to arrange for dinner," Julie said quickly, springing up to assume her wifely details. "See you at cocktails darling and be a good boy," she threw over her shoulder and she slinked off across the lawn seductively, purposely swaying her ample buttocks from side to side to tantalize Bob.
He watched her disappear and then got up from the grass himself. That's one hell of a woman, he groaned to himself, now why couldn't I have married a woman like that instead of bitchy old Janet. At the sound of his wife's name, Bob Howard suddenly felt guilty. I wonder if she's in the house, he said suddenly to himself.
Almost the moment Bob turned the door of his bedroom and looked at Janet's crumpled body lying on the bed, he knew that she had seen him on the lawn with Julie. Whether she had seen them fucking or not, was another question but she knew something. It was obvious.
"How was your sailing trip," she sneered, her tearstained face all red and blotchy.
Bob Howard blushed deeply with obvious guilt. What could he say, where could he hide. Obviously she knew, he was caught, trapped like a bear in a cage… there was no way out!
"How could you, you filthy bastard," she screamed, "fucking in the bushes like a dirty dog. How could you let her touch you, she's a dirty bitch. Oh my God! How could you let her put your cock in her filthy mouth!"
That was all Bob could stand, suddenly he snapped and before he knew what was happening streams of abuse were pouring from his mouth towards his young wife. He knew she was shocked, that was obvious from the look on her face, he had never spoken to her this way in all their marriage.
"Bob, listen honey, I…" she stammered now, anxious not to enrage her husband further.
"Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch," he commanded. "I've taken just about as much of your bitching as I am going to take. Julie happens to be a real woman, believe me. Janet you wouldn't know what that was, but I do. All you ever think about is money and the fact that I don't seem to be as good at doing that as other men. Well, let me tell you something, Julie looks at me like a man, she makes me feel like a man and I like the way it feels."
Janet was backing further and further towards the bed now as her husband Bob pushed her, his face only inches from her, red and contorted and very ugly. She had never seen him this way before, it was horrifying. Suddenly she realized that she didn't even know who he was.
"Get on that bed woman. I'm gonna fuck you right now!! That's what you need, a good fuck!!"
Mortified by his obscene language, Janet couldn't help but fall backwards in such a way that her dress rode up, showing the thin white crotchband of her panties under which pressed the swollen mound of her teasingly hidden pussy. She had just showered and changed for dinner and now she was ruining her dress. She tried to straighten it out but this only angered Bob more. He reached under her skirt to pull her panties down. "NO!" she screamed, trying to get them back up, but it was no use. Bob pushed them to the floor and kicked them away with his foot. Grabbing her by the waist he quickly flipped her over.