Suddenly, into Carol's vision, swam the image of her husband, Bob. He was standing over her nude body and she was breathing quick and shallow while feeling all the nerves in her body sing with a wild joy. She smiled up at him. She had been lewd, she had been terrible and shameless in front of him. And she had loved it! She lay sprawled, unmoving, willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
He looked down at his wife stunned by his lust. He wanted her and he wanted to prove he was the man of the family. He looked down at her and realized they were two different people, that sex between them would never be the same, that he would never be satisfied with just her, that there would have to be other people present, that he would have to have other women and yes, he admitted with wild lightening streaks of jealousy and hot sexual excitement, yes even watching other men fucking his wife.
He looked down at her, his hands on her naked stomach that gleamed with a sexual sweat and felt her quivering breath beneath her hands and he wanted her more than ever before, he wanted his wife as a carnal lascivious whore. He wanted her and he wanted to teach her a lesson at the same time. A sadistic side of him he had never suspected in his nature before came to the fore as he ran his hands over her sweat slickened body and there wasn't a sound in the room. No one moved and it seemed more difficult for him to breath as his hands fondled her slippery breasts and his fingers played with her nipples, pinching them as they slid between his fingers. A gleam was in his eye as he bent naked over her, his penis thick and erect, jutting out like some ancient war club. His voice was low and unusually harsh as he said, "Turn over."
Although he whispered, his words were heard through-out the room above the low playing jazz. It seemed, for a second they were all statues as no one moved. They all stood or sat or lay in the flickering light of the movies that were still going, projecting wild and erotic images on all four walls. But no one paid attention.
All eyes were turned on the center of the room where Bob knelt menacingly over his wife, slowly taking his hands from her breasts and Carol lay with her legs obscenely split, her breads rubbery as her chest she heaved for breath slowly and evenly. She looked up at her husband with a strange little smile on her lips. Slowly, she brought her legs together. Her expression never changed as the lower part of her body turned and one hip, firm and round, stuck up as she exposed her tight-cheeked buttocks to one side of the room and there was a collective gasp as they realized she was going to do what he had asked.
She rolled over onto her stomach slowly, dreamily, taking her time and savoring the delicious re-awakening thrill deep in her loins. He was going to do something to her, he was going to do something lewd and depraved. Tiny muscular spasms danced around her anus and caused the rectal ring to contract then relax. She smiled wantonly; it was such a thrilling feeling. She lay finally full on her stomach, her breasts fully curved hemispheres under her. Her buttocks lay exposed in their full lush symmetry and Bob gripped his cock in his hand and felt it hard and hot and ready to cum at any moment. His lips were twisted in the wolfish semblance of a grin as he watched his wife slowly spread her smooth and lovely formed thighs. The sides of her buttocks became hollowed as she lewdly spread her legs and Bob crawled between them, kneeling over her ass and slowly reaching and spreading the softly trembling cheeks to expose her anus tight and puckered, riding high in the softly yielding crevice between them.
Sweat was dripping from his face as be looked at her rectum and saw her flexing it. Damn she was hot too, and be felt his breath come heavy through his nostrils as the air in the room became stale and humid. Below her anus, be saw the beginning of her cunt and the tight swollen vaginal lips covered with wet curling pubic hair. Between the cheeks of her ass he could see where a tiny rivulet of cunt-juice, that when she was hot and being fucked, had trickled down between the cheeks of her buttocks and found its way to her anus, lubricating it.
Taking one hand away, he thrust the head of his cock between her buttocks and rubbed the head back and forth over the tiny puckered lips of her rectum which felt tight and rubbery, resisting yet moistening the head at the same time. Leaning over her, he pressed down with his hips and felt her firm young flesh give slightly all around the tensed elastic entrance and he saw his wife's dreamily lustful expression change to one of surprised pain and he liked the look on her face and he pressed down harder, feeling her flesh give even more.
Everyone in the room saw Carol's body tense and heard a grunt being forced from her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as Bob, behind her, shifted his weight, spreading his knees and seized her hips in his hands and used his superior strength to lift her ass cheeks and tilt them and he gritted his teeth as he gave another sharp jab with his hips.
Carol's eyes flew open and grew wide and round. "Agggghhhhaa!"
For an answer, Bob bore down, placing the blunt, rubber-like head of his cock directly over her anus and feeling the springy moistness of it, he bore down hard.
"Bob! No!" Carol arched her back under the impact of the pain that stabbed deep into her as she felt her anus being stretched until she thought it would tear apart and the pain coursed through her loins and thighs like she was being given a shock-treatment.
"Oh God, honey!" she screamed as she looked around at her triumphantly grimacing husband with a pleading expression on her face. "I can't stand it! I can't take it! Agggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaar!"
Her scream rattled around in her throat, her body convulsing helplessly as the thick round head of Bob's cock suddenly stretched the tight elastic-like ring of her anus to the point where it sunk home with a sudden quick, sensual "pop". The two of them froze momentarily as they both felt the strange, unexpected reaction.
Her tight rubbery anal lips then closed tightly and hotly around the shaft of his cock and he gasped, feeling it so tight that it hurt. Carol lay with her face against the floor twisted in agony, in a silent scream. Neither of them dare move for a few seconds because of the tightness of the fit and the forbidden idea of doing something so lewd and perverted.
It was Bob who moved first, setting his jaw and slowly beginning. He could stand the pain. In fact, it felt good. He watched his wife begin moving as she knelt slavishly in front of him and how she twisted and groaned under the pain, how she cast back imploring looks as he slowly, a quarter of an inch at a time, thrust his cock deeper up into her tiny, painfully stretched rectum, splitting her buttocks obscenely wider apart as people crowded around to watch.
Bob felt himself full of a wild power. He was really going to do something that she would never forget. Later, in other ways, he would get even with her. Now, he was going to fuck her no matter how hard she pleaded. She tried to raise her hands off the floor and failed as she felt his cock expanding, completely filling her tiny, unused rectum, stretching it beyond belief and slowly, savagely, beginning to fuck in and out.
She was impaled helplessly on her own husband's lust-hardened cock before him on the floor as total strangers watched her be debased as she never had been before and she put one hand in her mouth and bit on it to keep from screaming as Bob suddenly began pumping lewdly in and out of her wide stretched asshole. The pain shot deep in her and mixed in a smoky explosive way with the lewd passion she felt deep in her crotch.
Bob was slow and unmerciful as he slowly stroked in and out the length of his cock, the rectal skin pulling out with each withdrawal then rolling back in again as he plunged home. Slowly, with a steadily mounting rhythm, he pumped in and out of his wife's buttocks with Carol's hips picking the rhythm up and her expression of pain subsided from her face and a new, experiencing, curious, intent look of pleasure and preoccupation came over her face.