The foursome lay stunned on the bed. No one had quite expected it to be so good. The fact that they had all varied their positions with the pretty blonde made the college students feel as though they had enjoyed a mind-blowing variety never before dreamed of in their young male minds.
The three youths were regarding the beautiful older woman with unabashed admiration when the professor's voice came through to the room.
"Excellent. I'll be right in!" he said.
Helen's eyes popped wide open. Didn't that voice sound familiar? And where was it coming from?
She did not have long to wait, for even as the boys were grumbling about the arrival of the professor to interrupt an experience which they were all considering continuing. Helen heard the door open. Adam hastened to the bed. He was anxious to meet the woman who had so inspired his young assistants.
He smiled broadly as he approached, and was still smiling even as he was looking directly into a pair of blue eyes which were perfectly familiar to him, perfectly known.
"Helen!"
"Adam!"
The three young students moved aside as they realized that the professor and the woman knew each other. Possibly they had made some kind of mistake!
Adam's face turned several different shades of red as he stood there, and even as the boys were hastily dressing behind him, Helen was trying desperately to cover her naked body with the damp and rumpled spread.
All the smiles were drained from the astounded scientist as he stared mouth gaping wide at his wife. That same wife about whom he had been feeling so tender only moments prior to this.
Now he saw it all. Saw that she'd been making a fool of him all this time.
"Why, you're nothing but a whore!" he said. "My own wife a whore!"
At this point the three fraternity brothers from downstairs slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind them. Let them work it out by themselves was the general attitude as they hurried down the stairs.
"NO! It's all a mistake!" Helen cried, terrified, suddenly totally aware of everything around her, no longer in that delightful erotic haze that had shown her such pleasure.
"You bitch! How could I have ever loved you?" he sobbed, pained to the core. His own wife had been reading that paper, had answered Lord knew how many other ads. She had felt those three boys, stiffened cocks in every orifice she had! She'd loved every minute of it!
In a rage, he flew at her, and Helen reached out her hands to fend him off. They tumbled in a thrashing mass upon the bed, Adam screaming imprecations at his wife. Helen was too disturbed and surprised to respond any other way but by the cowering admission of guilt even though it had all been as the tried to explain, "a mistake".
Then wild eyed and with his features fearfully contorted, Adam lunged for a lever on the underside of the bed. Suddenly, the smooth, sliding trap door rolled back and the enormous ramrod of a cock-machine slid upward. Furiously, Adam tried to roll his wife over onto it so that it would skewer her. She fought back like a banshee, but finally Adam pinned her helpless to the bed.
"This is good for whore fucking!" he cried, "this is what you want!"
"No, no! You're crazy!" she cried, sobbing. The tears streamed in flowing wet rivulets down the side of her cheeks, but in spite of it, she could feel him pulling her legs brutally apart on the bed. Then he reached beneath the bed directly down into the trap of the artificial cock to set it in motion. It began to ram upward lewdly, and Adam harshly thrust his wife's already sperm-filled cunt down so that the big, bulging tip of the phallus burrowed and wormed its rigid way into her depths. It rammed deep, so deep that the unprepared blonde felt a searing pain. She tried to twist away, but Adam held her down at first and then moved to life her flailing legs apart so that the lewd object drove hard upward into the wetly clenching canal of his sobbing wife's open pussy. The smack and slap of the machine on human flesh could be heard throughout the room like claps of an eraser against a blackboard.
"Oh, Adam! Oh help, help!" Helen cried piteously.
But there was no response from her insanely glowering husband who only wanted to make sure that the machine was making the most headway into his wife's unfaithful pussy. Helen was certain that she could never stoop lower. The pain itself was bad enough, but to have to lie there while her husband used some diabolical machine on her, treating her like the lowest of prostitutes, using her to vent his anger was far worse than anything. She was being degraded beyond belief, and her thoughts were flowing as though there were no more feelings left in her. She had sinned, and now she was paying. It was hateful, what Adam was doing, and her own body felt hateful to her at this moment.
"Move it! Don't you like it? You liked those three young studs well enough! Shake it!"
"No, no, no," she cried. "You don't understand. No one will ever understand."
But the machine continued its slow mechanical grinding within her while Adam's fingers dug into her nakedly squirming flesh as he held her firm. This large, inhuman thing inside her made no rising tide of passion occur like she'd felt with the three college boys. No, she was just being fucked as though she were nothing, nothing but a cunt!
She lay there motionless now, no longer trying to get away, feeling the horrid obscenity of the man-made machine entering her tender feminine flesh, raping her with a total lack of feeling, skewering her unwillingly open pussy.
"Cum! Cum!" Adam spat down at his wife.
"Never!" she replied, tears welling up in her hurt blue eyes.
Adam reached down and set the machine for a still faster speed. Helen tightly clenched her teeth together in an effort to withstand the brutal spearing in and out of her raw and tortured vagina. Adam knelt, looking down at her, wanting nothing more than to destroy her feeling, himself destroyed by her as he watched the obscene device entering and exiting the moist pink flesh between her lewdly spread legs.
Helen lay as motionless as she could, hoping to avoid some of the pain this way and finally in disgust over his wife's lack of reaction to his cruel torture, Adam turned the machine off and fled the room.
Helen lay there with her beautiful long legs still spread wide as he had left them, and her naked loins were wet and raw from the multiple fucking she had endured. Anyone could have come in at that moment, she thought dazedly and done with her what they wanted, and she wouldn't have resisted nor would she have cared. For nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing at all. Her entire world had been thoroughly obliterated, and her attempts at straightening out her life had proved to be ludicrous to say the least. Many years before, it seemed, she had still been a faithful and innocent wife, although an unhappy one. Perhaps it was better to remain unhappy than to have to endure the pains of what freedom would entail?
Helen didn't know the answer, but there was no more searching for it either. She wished… yes, for the first time she truly wished she were dead. She never wanted to have to face the cruelty and confusion that were a part of every day living again.
Slowly the despondent wife got up and found the crumpled mass of her clothing where the boys had thrown them. Trembling with every motion she put on her things as best she could and then made her way out of the apartment. As she went, she looked all around her, knowing that the sight of these dingy walls would remain forever etched in her mind, a searing memory of what she had endured that night.