"Stop it Bob… Stop it, what are you doing."
"I'm doing to you what I should have done months ago," Bob replied, lifting up his frightened wife's dress so that he could see the smoothly naked flesh of her helplessly trembling buttocks.
"Oh!" Janet gasped, as she heard the rustle of clothing behind her. Obviously Bob was undressing and she once more felt a pang of fear as she tried to scramble away, but found herself pulled rapidly back into the same vulnerable position.
Bob's hands were unbuttoning the side button of her dress, pulling down the zipper and removing it completely without her being able to do a thing about it. She tried to scream but found that she was too embarrassed to do so, what if someone came in and found her in this position?
"Stop, stop, Bob! NO!" she cried as he lifted her sweater up. But it came too easily off over her head in spite of her tears. This left only her bra, and Bob, eyeing the tiny clasp at her back ruthlessly ripped it apart. Janet felt the weight of her released breasts as they pressed forward, and somehow she felt even more ashamed that their surface was completely exposed too.
"Don't worry… I'm not gonna touch your tits!" Bob said gruffly. "Not yet anyway!"
Bob peered down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would do something to really humiliate the little bitch. He hadn't fucked her in a while, not that it was his fault. She was the one who wasn't putting out. And of course, now that he and Julie were getting along so well, he didn't even miss her… the little prude. Well, tonight, he was going to see that some of that prudery was washed away.
"I'm going to give you something you'll remember for a long time. I've got a right, you know… I'm your husband!"
His finger prodded into the softly yielding crevice between the smooth fleshed ovals of her ass cheeks as with his other hand he drew them apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny reddishly puckered hole of her anus.
"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. Naked behind her, his thick swollen penis bulged lustfully large, pulsating veins that stood out on the sides of his rock-hard shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than the first time. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and with his tongue tip licked wetly at the small brown opening.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnooooo…!" Janet begged all fire and fight drained out of her as her husband's teasingly flicking tongue sent chills running up and down her spine. She felt ashamed and more naked than she had ever felt before.
Bob withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the tight puckered opening between his wife's nakedly gleaming ass cheeks.
"Spread em wider!"
Janet's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her inner thighs met softly against her pubic.
Bob stuck his index finger to his mouth and moistened it with his saliva. Then reaching forward, the tip of his finger found the small anal entrance and he pushed it up inside until half of it was imbedded in the small, tightly clenched mouth.
"Nnnnnnooooo!!!" Janet screamed out as the sudden rush of pain filled her. She tried to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn and twist slowly around in the deep rubbery channel of her rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions until finally, through the pain, she could feel the palm of his hand pressing flatly against her soft naked buttock cheeks.
His finger was moving about in her ass, now expanding it, sawing in and out and the pain was acute. Anger clouded Janet's eyes as she screamed at her husband, begging him to stop. But as she begged, Bob added a second finger alongside the first, forcing it with an almost sadistically satisfied grin into her virgin passage.
Janet felt as though she were a butterfly specimen pinned cruelly to the bed by some cold, inhuman collector who felt nothing.
"Stop!" she pleaded with her husband, "… for God's sake, PLEASE STOP!" She tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat on the bed. Perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow. But Bob, his hand hooked strongly under her buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling and playing.
Janet cried out again and again as she felt the searing pain in her unaccustomed anus as it responded to the steady swinging motion of her husband's fingers and for a brief moment, she thought she might faint. She was being subjugated in a lewd, debasing way she had never known before. He was deliberately stretching her tender anus in a way that would hurt her the most, making sharp twisting motions just when she least expected them.
"You snooty little bitch!" Bob hissed between his tightly clenched teeth. "I'm really gonna give it to you… no wife has the right to hold on to her husband… you hear me…?"
Janet went pale at the sound and tone of her husband's voice. She had never known him to be like this before. Oh God! she thought. What's happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her short chestnut curls fell into her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows, but every now and then, she would pitch forward, propelled by the force of Bob's forward rushing fingers.
"Don't… Please don't, Bob… don't… I can't bear it!"
"Oh, you can bear it, all right… in fact…" he breathed heavily, "… you'll do better than bear it… much better!"
"AAAAaaaaaarrrrrggggg…" she screamed as Bob punctuated his last words with a sudden quick twisting motion of his fingers that caused her widely stretched rectal lips to open slightly and emit a slight hissing little farting noise. In spite of her poise, her face flushed a crimson red at the embarrassment.
"Tell me you want to do it!"
"Wh… what?" Janet asked, not believing her ears.
"Say you want it!" Bob repeated. "Say… fuck me up the ass!"
"Noooooo…nnnoooooo… I can't… I can't!!!" Janet cried into the crumpled pillow below her face.
"SAY IT!!!" Bob bellowed down at her trembling form. "Say it aloud and clear!!! Say it!!!"
"Yes…" Janet managed to force the word out through her sobbing. "Yes… do it to me… that way…"
"What way!"
"Up… up… up the ass… take me up the ass…"
"Fuck me… fuck me up the ass!!!"
"Yes!! Fuck me!!!" Janet almost screamed out. "Fuck me up the ass!" She would do anything now to get this over with. Anything to be released from the tortuous pain and humiliation that she was being subjected to be kneeling there with her own husband's middle finger imbedded deep in her helplessly exposed rectum. But somehow, it never registered in her clouded brain that there might be more to happen than just Bob forcing his fingers into her.
Bob's fingers slid out abruptly with an even greater hissing sound and Janet's slightly stretched anal passage felt relieved and momentarily, she thought it was all over. But then, she felt her husband's hard firm stomach pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with dread certainty, she felt the hardness of his prick running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy to the base of her spine. Then, she felt it pressuring softly against the tiny, nakedly quivering lips of her just emptied asshole.
"Nnnnnooooooo!!!" she screamed out when finally she realized what was about to happen. "Nnnoooooo… you can't!"