His eyes never left his wife's. The force of his look cowed Heather. She sank down into a chair facing him.
"What do you mean, Tom?" It was now that she realized how deeply angry the man was.
"I mean what have you really been doing every night after work?"
"But, Tom… I told you… I've been going out for a drink with some of the women at work. You know how girls are when they start talking. The hours just fly by!"
He rose from the couch so quickly that he was standing over her before she even realized he was up. He grabbed her shoulders ant pulled her to her feet. His eyes glared into hers. Only a couple of inches separated them.
"Don't bullshit me, Heather, I've had enough of the bullshit. More than enough!"
She was terrified. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't decide whether it would be better to confess or to continue antagonizing him with lies.
Suddenly Tom reached down and began tearing her clothes from her body.
"Tom! What are you doing?! Stop! You're ruining my dress!"
"You can buy another one. I just want to see my wife naked for a change. Why should I be the only one left out? Don't tell me you haven't been up to some hanky-panky, Heather, because I don't believe you. I know how much you love to fuck. And I know you haven't tried to fuck me for weeks. You can't tell me you've suddenly decided to become a nun. Because I just won't go for it. There now! That's better!"
She stood trembling before him, naked except for her garter and stockings and high heels. He had torn off both her dress and her flimsy lace bra.
"What'sa matter, Heather? Too hot outside for panties? Or do you just get a kick out of going around with your twat hanging out?"
"I… I just don't like wearing them, that's all!"
The terror was building. He was fingering her pussy! Would he guess…
"Jee-zuz, that's a hot twat you've got there, baby! What were you doing? Playing with yourself on the way home? Fuck, your cunt's wetter than a swamp after a rainstorm!"
He raised to his nose the hand that had been fingering her cunt. He looked deep into her eyes, his own eyes blazing with conviction.
"Shit, baby, I'd known that sweet aroma anywhere! Who have you been fucking? Tell me!"
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. In her fear and confusion, Heather could think of only one course of action. She would have to come clean, tell him the truth. He wouldn't like it, but maybe he would at least let up on her once he knew everything.
"I've been meeting… some people… after work, Tom. They're nothing special to me. I just needed to make love to somebody… and you don't seem interested."
He flung her hard down onto the couch, as though be could not stand to touch her any longer. "Jee-zuz Christ, woman! How was I supposed to get interested in someone who acted as though I was the shittiest lover in the world? You treated me like dirt, Heather, every time we made love. You made it very clear I wasn't enough for you."
"But, Tom!" she cried in exasperation. "It wasn't enough! I needed more!"
"And are you getting it now? Are you getting what you need, baby?" he hollered at her.
"YES!" she screamed back. "Yes, I'm getting fucked like I always needed to get fucked! My cunt feels really good for the first time in my life! Do you hear me, Tom? For the first time!"
She knew she was courting disaster, but in her hysteria she didn't care any more. All she knew was that she was not going to let him put all the blame on her. He had blown it as much as she had. Not once had he tried to talk it over, to devise some plan for making things better between them.
He had left it up to her to save herself.
And she had.
She was lying face down on the couch, her eyes turned up towards him. She tried to struggle to her feet, but he raised a foot and used it to push her back down onto her belly.
"Stay right where you are, cunt! I'm not finished with you yet!"
His contemptuous words aroused Heather's Irish temper. She struggled mightily to get up off the couch, but he pinned her to the cushions with his knee.
"Let me up off here, you bastard! Let me…"
Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks. She realized what a defenseless position she was in. He was so much stronger than she was. And she suffered from the added indignity of being nearly naked.
Her lewd outfit-stockings, garter and shoes, made her feel vulnerable. She did not want to feel vulnerable right now. She had a fight to fight. And she wanted to put up the best defense possible.
"Let me go!"
Watching his wife struggling under him in her obscene costume was doing strange things to Tom. His experiences with Fay earlier in the evening had released his libido. And watching Heather's garter-streaked ass struggling for freedom was reviving his lust. Her ass-cheeks were so firm and round, wriggling provocatively beneath his knee. They seemed to beg for attention. For something long and thick and hard to satisfy their writhing quest.
"Shut up, bitch!"
All of a sudden, Tom found himself raining a hail of open-handed blows down on her buttocks. He watched fascinated as her quivering globes turned a bright-red. He knew his cock was getting harder by the minute. His overpowering rage was turning into relentless passion.
He wanted to fuck her!
"Oh, please, Tom! Don't hurt me! Stop it! Please!"
Heather squirmed desperately against her degrading punishment. But it was no use. She was held firmly. As her pussy wriggled against the couch beneath, the lusty redhead noticed a strange turnabout in her excitement. Her fear and frustration were changing into masochistic titilation.
She was in a strange way enjoying the spanking her irate husband was giving her!
The redhead actually experienced disappointment when Tom's knee left her back and the blows stopped. She looked slowly around at him and was delighted to see him taking off his clothes. She knew now that she wanted. Despite the bizarreness of his emotion-wrought encounter with her husband, Heather wanted more than anything to be fucked by him.
Right now!
"Ohhh, Tom!" She began to mewl as her buttocks wriggled, encouragingly now, back towards her stripping husband. "I want you, baby… so much! You're the only one I ever really wanted, Tom!"
"Heather, baby!" he spat down at her. "You really expect me to believe that? You just like to fuck, that's, all! You're just a horny little whore! Isn't that right?" He was naked now, and he kneeled on the couch over her, straddling her thighs.
Even the lewd insult in his words excited the quivering housewife. It was like a perverted fantasy, to have her husband punish her like this for all her unfaithfulness. And then to have him mount her and fuck her senseless. She began to imagine what it would be like to feel his hard cock splitting her cunt-lips wife.
"Oh, God, yess, Tom," she groaned. "Anything you say, darling! I just want you inside me! I want you so bad!"
Contempt and excitement struggled for supremacy in the young man's brain. Watching his wife's naked ass begging him for cock made his prick swell thick and heavy with blood. Hearing her mewl and grovel before him made him despise her weakness, yet at the same time it made him want her all the more. He wanted to punish her and fuck her and make love to her all at the same time. He wanted to give her an experience – a lesson – she would never forget.
Roughly, he gabbed her ass-cheeks and pulled her up onto hands and knees. He kneaded the full swelling globes of her butt and spread the crack between them wide. He gazed covetously at the hairy, wet slit of her sperm-soiled pussy… and the tight-fucked hole of her shitter.
Her asshole that was what he wanted. He'd fuck her in the ass for being a whore! That, she would never forget!
He slid his stiff cock in along her ass-crack and watched it start to gleam with the juices of her arousal. He pushed on her cunt-opening and shoved his cock right on up inside. Her pussy-muscles clasped his dick convulsively. They seemed to be in spasm.