Her fingers closed tightly around his cock and she started frantically jerking him off. He could feel his prick growing stiff again. It was faster than he'd ever thought he could get aroused.
"Damn, baby," he said.
She rolled over on her back and spread her legs open wide. She was urgently pulling him toward her, pulling his cock toward her juicy pink pussy lips.
"Lift your legs, baby," he said. "Lift your legs up high!"
She lifted her legs and he pushed them over her head. She'd never been so exposed to a man. He pressed down on top of her and started running his cockhead up and down her juicy slit.
She couldn't stand it any longer.
"Put it in me," she begged him. "Please put your big cock in my pussy!"
He didn't wait any longer. He groaned as he stretched out on top of her and savagely thrust his cock into her juicy cunt. She was hot for him. He could feel her pussy clutching at his cock almost like grasping fingers.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me good!"
He was in so fucking deep. He'd never felt a pussy like hers before. He began to slowly move in and out of her grasping cunt. He could feel her cuntal muscles working on him, clutching and releasing. No wonder the fellows had enjoyed the little housewives so much. She was as tight as a virgin.
"Oh, Jesus," she groaned. "That feels so good!"
He had already had one come, but it didn't make him feel any less excited. He couldn't help speeding up his thrusting rhythm. He felt like his cock was on fire. He bent closer to her so that his cock went in even deeper. His heavy balls slapped loudly against her.
"You're making it happen," she groaned.
"You're making me come. I don't want to but you're making me. You're making me. Oh, I'm cominggggg. I'M COMINGGGGG!"
Her hips writhed from side to side as he drove himself into her with increasing urgency. He couldn't help himself. He couldn't hold back. He started to erupt in her hot, sweet cunt.
"Jesus," he yelled. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesussssss!"
He kept fucking her hard until the trembling stopped. He rolled off her with a satisfied sigh.
"You were everything I imagined," he said. "I'm going to really enjoy knowing you!"
CHAPTER NINE
Jennifer was sitting in the dark when Tom came home the next evening. She was sitting in the living room with her legs curled under her. Earlier she had tried to read a book, but she'd been bored with it.
She was thinking about what she was going to tell Tom. She knew she had to tell him. That afternoon she had gotten a strange phone call. The man had told her that he was going to visit her pretty soon, and that he'd heard about her through some friends at the movie.
Jennifer knew she couldn't allow that sort of thing to keep on happening. She had to tell Tom even though it might be an ugly scene.
"Honey," Tom said, coming into the living room. "What are you doing sitting in here?"
"I have to talk to you," she said.
"Sure," he said. "Later. I have a lot of paperwork to finish up on. This is a bad time."
"It has to be now, Tom," she said.
He noticed the change in her voice and he didn't understand it. There was something strange about her. Something soft in her face. Something afraid. She wasn't so strong willed and certain.
"Okay, hon," he said. "We'll talk."
He came into the living room and sat down beside her. He smelled her sweet perfume and he remembered that it had been a few weeks since he'd had a good sex bout with her. Maybe that was what was wrong with her, but he didn't think so.
"What is all this about?" he asked.
"I've been unfaithful to you," she said.
Tom winced. He had known that this would happen one day. Her being a bored and lonely housewife. He had read all the right books. He decided to be mature about it.
"Do you love the man?" he asked.
She laughed and he didn't know what to think. Her laughter had a strange ring to it. Maybe it had something to do with Dave Madden. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to what had happened to her then.
"We can deal with it," he said. "We'll find a way to face it. If you don't like the man as much as you thought you did."
"Don't you understand," she said, "it wasn't just one man. It wasn't just one."
This time Tom was shocked. Not just one man. Then it might have been Dave Madden and some of his friends. That was it.
"It was rape," he said. "You didn't tell the police but Dave Madden raped you. Along with his friends."
"It wasn't rape," she said.
Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife was telling him that she'd had relations with more than one man, and that it hadn't been rape. She had wanted to go to bed with them.
"How many men were there?" Tom asked.
"I don't remember."
It got very quiet in the room. Tom could see his wife's face and she looked miserable.
"I just don't know what to say," Tom said.
He stood up and walked to the window and he started to get really angry. He had been good to her. He had treated her decently. The sex was good. Why in the hell had she gone to other men to get satisfaction?
"Bitch," he said suddenly. "You fucking bitch!"
Jennifer started trying to get away as she saw the ugly expression on her husband's face. She'd never seen him like that. He wasn't supposed to get violent. She hadn't thought he cared that much.
"Bitch," he said again. "I'm going to beat the hell out of you."
"Tom," she said. "Stop right there. No, Tom!" She scrambled away from him but she wasn't fast enough. She was really frightened of him. As frightened as she'd been of Dave Madden. She scratched at his face but he knocked her hand away and grabbed hold of her thick blonde hair.
"Stop!"
He never once hit her with his closed fist but it was the most brutal beating that anyone ever took. She fought as long as she had strength and then she gave way to him completely. She even quit trying to get away. He kept slapping her until she was a sobbing wreck lying on the couch.
"Now I want the entire story," he said, his eyes full of anger. "Every damn word. I want to hear about every cock that got into you. I want to hear everything."
She told him. She blurted out everything that had happened and he kept hitting his fist into his palm. She didn't try to hide a thing, including the way she had responded to them.
He was silent when she finished talking.
"Are you finished?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
Tom shifted his position on the couch and he saw his wife give him a frightened look.
He had never been able to make her frightened of him before. There was something exciting about the feeling. And he kept remembering Jennifer's friend, Rena, that hot little black-headed girl. It was hard to picture Rena doing all the things that Jennifer had told him they'd done.
"All right," Tom said. "Call your friend."
Jennifer looked at him puzzled.
"What?" she asked.
"Call Rena," he answered. "Get her over here. I don't care how."
"But why?" Jennifer asked.
"Just do as I Goddamn tell you!" he roared.
Jennifer hurried to the phone and made a call. He heard her whispering into the phone but he really didn't care how Jennifer was getting her friend to come. All that mattered was that she was coming.
The bell rang.
"There's your friend now," Tom said, "and right on time. Why don't you go and let her in."
She got up quickly and went to the door. He watched the swish of her fine ass as she walked. She did have a nice, plump ass, a fine looking ass. He had always enjoyed watching her walk.
He leaned back and shut his eyes. He could hear whispering voices in the hallway, and a soft smile came across his face. Neither of them wanted to come back in. They didn't know what to expect, and that was how he wanted it.