Kirk's fingers were now digging wildly into the soft firm flesh of her buttocks, manipulating the perspiration slick mounds. The hard fingers slipped into the softly sensitive crevice between them, spreading them wide to expose the tiny, puckered ring of her naked anus. He could feel with his fingertips the outward-pulling of her cuntal lips as she drew sensuously upward on his hardened shaft, the inward-contracting of her fluted pussy mouth when she drove down on his blood-swollen member. The crazy feeling only further excited him, and he teased his light index finger back up to probe at her anus, slipping the tip just inside and eliciting mewls of both pleasure and pain from his wife's nakedly bobbing form above him. He was seized in that moment with a wicked urge to degrade his straddling wife and ram his finger deep, deep into her rectum, and he cried out, "I want to put my finger in your ass-hole, Vicki, baby! I want to shove my ringer all the way up your beautiful sweet ass-hole!"
"Yessss!" Vicki heard herself answer, further excited by the salaciousness of the idea of her virginal anus being penetrated by her husband's finger. "Yes, Kirk, put it up my ass-hole! Do it now, noowwwww!"
Almost brutally, Kirk drove his finger hard up into the spongy orifice to the first knuckle, spreading the fleshy circle wide to accept his unnatural probing.
"Auuuuggh!" Vicki screamed. "Oh God, it hurts, it hurts. But don't stop. Please, don't stop." But then as her rectal passage became accustomed to the forbidden invader, the writhing brunette felt a pleasure even more acute than the pain she'd just experienced. Loving it, wanting it, she drove backward and down on Kirk's rotating finger, skewering it into her rectum to the second knuckle, all the way to the palm of his hand. At the same time, she heaved and clasped her warm, moist cuntal sheath down on his upward-jerking cock as she endeavored to draw all of it into her lust-incensed belly.
"Aaaiiieee!" she wailed. "Uuuuugghh, oh, God, Kirk, I love it! I love your cock in my cunt and I love your finger in my ass-hole! I love it, Kirk, I love it, love it, love itttt!"
Yes, she thought through the kaleidoscopically spinning lights of her approaching climax, I love it and I love you, my darling husband! I no longer hate you for what you did with Christy, no longer hate myself for what I did with her husband… it was as if tonight was fated and destined to happen exactly as it did, as if through some divine guidance you and I were meant to be mutually unfaithful in order to achieve a greater bond… yes, in order that we might both learn something new and wonderful about ourselves and about life, that we might become better and happier and more fulfilled people…
"Harder!" she cried out to her husband beneath her insanely undulating body, tossing her head from side to side in wild abandon and swirling her long raven hair like some ritualistic dancer about her face. "Fuck me harder, Kirk darling, fuck me harder with your cock and your finger! Make me cum at the same time you cum!"
The obscene words spewing unbelievably from the lips of his young dark-haired wife caused Kirk to lever up off the bed, drubbing his cock even deeper into her hungrily welcoming belly, worming his finger around madly in her rectum. She thrust down and back, down and back in a lewd rocking rhythm, ramming the swollen head of his bludgeoning cock hard against her cervix, imbedding his finger to its fullest length in the soft moist darkness of her anal passage. The exquisite unison of the two invading members and her own frenzied and abandoned jerkings were completely attuned now, perfectly in time. She reveled in the lascivious gushing sounds his cock and his finger made as they withdrew, and then jerked back into her yielding cunt and rectum. They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her orgasm climbed higher, higher and finally reached the peak…
And she was there!
She was cumming, cumming for the first time like a real woman, cumming like she had never cum before even with Eric Kaye, cumming like a loving wife with her own husband's cock buried deep and rock-hard inside her!
"Ooooohhhaaggghhh! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm cuuuumminnng!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Kirk chanted as he felt his own orgasm hit, the hot torrents of his thick white semen searing like molten lava up along his cock from the sanctuary of his balls.
Glowing flames of his obscenely jetting semen washed against her cervix and filled her vagina with heat as intense as any blaze, then overflowed back out of her clasping, twitching cavern to cascade down around Kirk's madly erupting shaft like some impossibly lewd waterfall to pool on his belly, drenching their pubic hair with sticky connecting strands of milky white liquid. And Vicki's cum too, was added to the lustful flood as she floated away once more into that strange, ecstatic galaxy of mindless delight, floated even farther away than was imaginable, to the most mind-boggling far reaches of the universe. Astride her husband, she jerked and bucked and twisted, riding his spurting cock and his twisting finger, riding them like they were the finest of stallions and she an expert bronco-buster.
Finally, she returned to sanity as Kirk withdrew his now-deflated shaft and his ringer simultaneously, the two escaping hardnesses of her lover making equally soft wet swishing sounds at her cunt and her rectum. She collapsed across him, still half-insane with satiated rapture, and nuzzled her head into the hollow of his throat, feeling their commingled juices coagulating between their tightly pressed stomachs as if it was some irremovable glue binding them forever together.
A long time later, Kirk whispered softly, stroking her tangled, sweat-dampened hair, "Oh, God, darling… oh, God, I never thought anything could be that good! Never dreamed of it!"
"Oh, yes!" she agreed. "Oh, yes, lover, it was positively fantastic!"
"Better than with… with Eric Kaye?"
"A thousand times better! And did Christy make you any happier than I just did?"
"Christ, no! She couldn't even come close!"
"I love you, Kirk, I really do," Vicki whispered. "And I… I forgive you for what happened tonight."
"And I love you… and forgive you, too."
"You know something, Kirk my darling? I'm glad you… you did what you did with Christy and I'm glad I did what I did with Eric. I'm glad because it made what we just had together possible."
Kirk was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Yes, yes, you're right. I'm glad too, because… well, honey, our sex life hasn't been that great until now. I'm sorry to have to say it, but…"
"Shhh," she crooned, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I know, baby; I know I was too inhibited, I know that now. But it'll be different from now on. I'm… well, I guess I'm changed by this night. I feel like I'm a different woman."
"I think you are, honey. And I'm so happy that you are that I can't begin to tell you!"
They were silent for a long time, lost in the presence of one another, in what they had discovered between them. Finally Vicki said, "You know… I think Christy and Eric planned what happened tonight. I really do."
"I was thinking about that, too," Kirk said. "And I agree. Christy seemed pretty confident, as if she knew we weren't going to get caught because of some prearranged plan."
"Yes," said Vicki. "And Eric led me in here and directly to that door as if he knew all along what was happening in that bathtub."
"It's funny, but I can't be angry at them for it. I mean, look what it's done for us, for our physical unification."
"I didn't think I could ever face either of them again, but now I know I can," Vicki said. "And not be ashamed."
"Then – shall we stay the night?" Kirk asked.
"When Eric told me you were in here, he suggested we do just that."