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The disturbed scientist's wife wanted to, indeed tried to look away, but somehow her eyes were magnetically glued to the virilely throbbing instrument in front of her, and she found herself shivering in lewd anticipation.

Calmer now that he knew what he was going to do, Adam began to strip off his clothes. He was thinking of the next day's experiment, if someone showed up from the ads he'd placed. It was all planned out, but this way he'd get a little advance information. "Damn you, Helen!" he grunted, "I don't want to do this, but you force me to!"

"Force you to what? What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy?" Helen was alarmed by her husband's words, beginning to feel distinctly vulnerable and foolish for having gotten herself into such a predicament with her normally innocuous husband.

Adam then reached down and, tangling his fingers in his wife's long blonde hair, pulled until she was forced to turn her head, and eventually her whole body. Then he pulled her hips upward towards him into a kneeling position so that Helen was unable to do anything other than balance herself on her elbows, with her naked buttocks waving lewd and helpless in the air. She tried to struggle but the tight grip her husband maintained on her hair caused her such pain that she confined her resistance to heart-felt moans.

"Quit whining, you! You brought this on yourself. But at least it's all for science!"

Then kneeling up behind her, he flicked his hand, further bunching her wool dress up around her hips so that it would be out of the way. Adam once more regarded the smooth naked ass-cheeks that were mercilessly exposed to him.

With painful slowness, the professor spread apart the quivering cheeks of her ass. Helen desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his grasp, but her husband dug his fingers into her buttocks, his nails scraping the tender flesh, holding her in place.

Helen began to sob softly. It was no use! She knew that she could scream her lungs out and still her determined husband would not release her until he was ready. Somehow it felt as though this moment had been predestined, that her whole life had been leading up to this dreadful second of time when her husband would turn into a madman and humiliate her so profoundly that she would never get over it. Her life was in a shambles. She'd made a muddle of everything. Hadn't she known all along that she would? Hadn't her own mother once said as much to her once, long long ago? Psychologically, the distressed woman felt absolutely helpless, his to be used as he wished.

Adam ran his hand up the inside of his wife's sleek-fleshed thigh, all the way up to the softly curling tendrils covering her vagina. His hand grazed her silken pussy hair and he felt his angrily throbbing cock give an excited lurch. He wanted to subjugate her now, to hurt her the way she'd just hurt him, to make her see that he was a man, an important man! Just when he needed the most support at home, here she was undermining him, drawing his attention from his work. It wouldn't do. It just wouldn't do at all.

A shiver of excitement coursed through him as he saw for the first time in their marriage the tight puckered ring of Helen's anus as it nestled teasingly down between the milk-white loaves of her flesh. He sucked in his breath as he saw it clench and contract in fear under his gaze, the dark ring of flesh flexing-unflexing in a most enticing manner. Experimentally, the scientist probed his outstretched middle finger at it, feeling his wife cringe under his touch.

"You'll have to spread them wider than that!" he snarled, and Helen moaned again. She didn't know what Adam wanted from her and was afraid of what he might do. His thumbs were pressuring her nakedly quivering buttocks even further apart when suddenly his tongue snaked down and traced along the soft yielding crevice, and then it was wetly probing at the exposed anal orifice, darting and teasing at it unmercifully.

Helen had never in her life experienced such an obscene thing, and the fact that her normally staid husband was performing such an act only served to frighten her all the more.

She groaned helplessly down onto the bed, feeling the wetness back there. The over wetness that was lewd to the extreme as it coated her hidden flesh with a slippery coating of his saliva.

There was a motion on the bed behind her, and she realized that Adam was rising up behind her. The captured housewife cringed and jerked uncontrollably as she felt the hotly throbbing length of his bloated penis press into the middle of her widespread anal crevice. She could feel the unrelenting hardness of the tip pressing against her defenseless little anus, and then Adam's strained and unfamiliar sounding voice reached her, filling her with even more dread. "Let's see if you like it back there!" he announced, almost as if he were talking to himself.

"No-no!" she sobbed piteously. Oh God! He was depraved, holding her like this, saying such awful things. She wouldn't, couldn't, give in to him!

Already her fearfully cringing rectum felt as if it were on fire as Adam began to grind the bulbous tip of his lustfully engorged penis into the tight entranceway. Even though Helen tried to block out the very thought of it, she knew that he was going to try to put his long hard thickness up into her rectum, to take her anally. The thought of her husband perpetrating this inhuman, perverted act upon her brought shame and loathing to every portion of the subserviently kneeling young blonde's being. In her most secret thoughts she could never imagine such a thing happening to anyone, let alone her! Yet here it was happening!

Here she was kneeling like a captive slave in front of him, and his obscenely swollen cock was still prodding at her, worming upward into her painfully stretched rectal channel, trying to split her wide apart! Vainly, Helen clung to the last bit of hope she had. That perhaps her husband would come to his senses and realize what he was doing.

"Please! Please? I didn't mean it, Adam! I swear I didn't mean it. It's just that I get so lonely. I can't stand not having you as a husband!"

But it was too late, and the terrified wife knew it. Without even bothering to answer her, Adam looked down angrily at his wife's tightly resisting, virginal anus.

Christ, her asshole is tight! But it's good on my cock like that, squeezing and twisting. What's it going to feel like once I get it up all the way inside?

Grunting, the scientist lurched forward with renewed strength and felt her futilely straining rectal orifice popping slightly and then giving way to the inward motion of his swollen cock-head.

"Aaaaaaah nononono!" Helen cried, flailing herself from side to side trying to escape this barbaric invasion.

"Oh, Adam stop. Oh God, I can't stand it!" forward, pushing her tightly resisting nether flesh before him with the lust-hardened shaft of his penis.

Helen was engulfed in a shattering, soul-warping agony, which built up and up to a horrid crescendo as her angry husband continued to worm his thick rigid cock forward inch by inch creating a torturous path into the depths of her bowels.

"Uununuunnnnnnnnn!" Helen sobbed as she felt the rock-hard shaft of her husband's sodomizing penis sink to the last centimeter in her tightly clenching anus. Then he held it there, embedded deeply up inside her for a long moment. Helen's sensitive rectal passage could feel its surface pulsing unnaturally, stretching the throbbing walls beyond their normal limits. Then he began to fuck slowly in and out of her, each sodomizing thrust widening the already strained channel of her rectum.

Adam moaned through clenched teeth, happy at the steady whine for mercy that came from his helplessly kneeling wife's lips, glad of the pain he was so obviously causing her. Glad without knowing why he was so glad! He could feel a turmoil in his sperm-laden testicles and his massively pulsating hardness felt near to bursting.

She'll think twice now before tangling with me! he thought, confusedly as he viciously fucked in and out of Helen's wide-stretched anus. The middle aged scientist's breath was short and ragged, and he knew he couldn't keep up the savage pace much longer.