"For God's sake, Sandra, will you stop shouting? Do you want everyone on the farm to hear you?" Mike was getting exasperated. Ever since he'd come back to the house for dinner, she'd been nagging at him, and it was getting to be more than he could take. It had been like this for several days now. It seemed to him that his wife was forever harping on at him, like a harridan, about one thing or another, and nothing he did pleased her. She seemed to be particularly distressed ever since he came back from town, and he wondered worriedly if she had found out about him and Eve. He felt a lightening of his worry when he thought of his blond dairy helper – if it weren't for her, and the comfort she gave him over the last week or so, he'd have gone out of his mind.
"You mean you don't want your little blonde girlfriend to hear, isn't that it?" Sandra shrieked bitterly. She knew that she was acting like a fishwife, but she didn't care. The last few days had been hell for her. Tormented with guilt over the episode with their hired man when she had joyfully reached orgasm from his manipulation, she had taken out her feelings on her unsuspecting husband. The fact that he was rather furtive and silent with her didn't help matters, and although she longed for some sign of warmth from him, her nagging and complaining prohibited any show of tenderness. Consumed with guilt over her own infidelity, she had no trouble in imagining her husband to be engaged in similar action, and she was haunted in particular by the photographs she had uncovered. She felt she couldn't trust him – he had concealed a period of stealth and deceit from her, a period when he had had numerous adulterous affairs, and she had no reason now to think he was not continuing his old ways.
"You think I don't notice," she went on relentlessly, "but I saw you with your arm around that hussy yesterday! Where were you taking her? Into the cow-stall to screw her?"
Mike flinched under her verbal assault. He hadn't realized that she'd noticed his friendliness with Eve, and hoped that she was only guessing wildly about what was going on.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Mike retorted, feigning nonchalance, his heart thudding at the memory of how he had in fact lead Eve towards the hay barn. He tingled even now at the memory of the passionate fire of their fucking, how her creamy, resilient body had fused with his as they writhed nakedly together on the hay, how she had welcomed him inside her with all the certainty of true womanhood. He shivered as he remembered how her tight, eager young pussy had felt as it had contracted like warm, throbbing liver around his pumping organ, how her pliant fleshy breasts felt under his caressing hands, how her full ripe lips felt as they returned his ardent kiss.
"Hah, you're thinking about her now, aren't you?" Sandra taunted, glaring with blazing eyes at him. "Have you forgotten about all the others?" She felt a stab of triumph when she noticed his sudden crimsoning, his quick look of worried fear.
"You didn't think I knew, did you?" she jeered, enjoying the look of perplexity that masked his face. She hadn't meant to throw it up to him about the other women in his life, but somehow, the expression of rapt pleasure he assumed when she knew he was thinking about HER, unleashed the green-eyed monster in her, and she couldn't hold back.
"W-what do you mean?" Mike said lamely. A worried knot of agitation was churning in his stomach, and he had an ominous premonition that Sandra had found out about his affairs.
"This is what I mean, you cheating bastard!" Sandra snapped, holding aloft a bundle of photographs, which Mike recognized with a sinking heart. She had found them!
"Have you forgotten about this blonde," Sandra jeered, waving a snapshot, "the one you're screwing in the ass?"
Mike blanched under his wife's taunting obscenities.
"That's enough," he said, his voice icy cold.
"What about that cute redhead, the one whose pussy you were licking and sucking? Have you forgotten her already?" Sandra went on hysterically.
"Give me those photographs, Sandra," Mike commanded calmly, although he was a turmoil of emotion inside. He had dreaded Sandra ever finding those lewd incriminations, and told himself that he should have destroyed them. Now he was paying for his procrastination. He had no idea how he was going to extricate himself from the results of his indiscretions, but he would worry about that later. All that mattered now was recovering the snapshots.
"Give-me-the-photographs," he enunciated again, and Sandra felt a quiver of fear. But she was determined not to give in.
"Like hell I will!" she taunted, and Mike, aggravated by her obstinacy, made a grab for them. Laughing shrilly, she held them up in the air, and began to dodge around the sitting room, laughing and tittering at her husband's attempts to retrieve the snapshots.
"Catch me if you can!" she yelled wildly, ducking behind the sofa. Mike, snarling with rage, threw himself at the settee, but his agile wife slipped out from behind it and once more prancing around the room.
"Stop that, you little bitch!" Mike spat, incensed at his wife's mockery of him. He made another lunge at her, and this time, managed to grab her wrist, holding her immobile.
"Now give them to me!" he ordered, his breath coming in pants from the unaccustomed exertion.
"Never!" Sandra gasped, looking wildly around the room and struggling vainly to escape.
"I'm afraid you've no choice," Mike jeered, "give them to me, or I'll take them." Sandra was desperate. Somehow withholding the coveted snapshots from him was a symbol of some kind of victory over him, and she wasn't about to relinquish that so easily.
"I'm waiting, Sandra," Mike intoned, his fingers digging into her wrist.
"Then wait, you son of a bitch!" Sandra snapped, and with a defiant look of triumph, threw the bundle of lewd photographs onto the burning fire!
"You bitch! You Goddamn little bitch!" Mike spat. She had burned his photographs!
His fingers tightened cruelly around her wrist as he stared at the burning photos. His raging anger had finally mastered his embarrassed self-reproach, and her spiteful sarcastic taunts echoed in his mind as the pictures burned, the glossy sheen curling and distorting the naked forms. As flames engulfed the mass of photographs, he pulled one away from the burning heap.
With unseeing eyes, he stared at the half-burned snapshot, the two naked figures on it barely recognizable. Shame and indignation boiled over together in the cauldron of his emotions, and with a growl, he threw Sandra down against the large ottoman at the foot of the sofa.
"I'll make you pay for that, you fucking little bitch!" he screamed, clutching wildly at her cardigan and tearing it open, sending several buttons flying, and ripping away her bra, revealing her full sensual breasts jutting out timidly. The sight of their naked glory only seemed to inflame him further, and he stared at the smooth ivory orbs, his face blushing beet red, and the cords of his neck stood out like rawhide.
"What do you think of that, eh?" he snarled, thrusting the half-burned picture in front of his terrified wife's eyes. "Is that what made you so disgusted?"
Sandra tried to turn away from him, but his hand suddenly dipped into her shiny black hair and wrenched her head around to face the wretched remnant of snapshot, and as her eyes swam with tears, she could barely make out the entwining forms on the photo. The figures were distorted and crumpled, but she could see clearly a thick, blood-expanded penis imbedded in a small dark anal ring, surrounded by soft white cheeks of deeply impaled buttocks!
Shudders of terror convulsed the cringing woman. She was deathly afraid of the mountain of anger she had moved in her husband, and was fearful lest he lose complete control.
"Well, how did you like that?" he shrieked, pointing at the disgusting photograph.
"Please Mike, I'm sorry, let's…"
"It's too late now to be sorry. You're gonna have to pay for this, you little bitch. I'm sick and tired of listening to you nag and complain. I've had all a man can take, you Goddamn spoiled bitch!" His teeth were grinding in fury and his face wore an expression of bestial sadism. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her thin skirt, and yanked it hard, making the zipper give, so that he was able to rip it from her body. She lay there cowering beneath her furious husband, clad only in a thin pair of white lacy panties.
"Oh Mike, please don't!" Sandra whimpered, cringing against the ottoman, her arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn up to protect the fulcrum of her body.
Mike stood over, a curious lust-satisfied look on his contorted face.
"Now let's see how brave you are!" he taunted, grabbing her again by the wrist, and throwing her face downward on the leather-covered hassock. Cruelly, he forced her face down onto the hard leather, his fingers locking in her hair. He could hear her blubbering into the ottoman, but her terrified fear only incensed him. His eyes travelled down the milky whiteness of her body, resting on the graceful flare of her panty-covered hips. He could see the twin orbs of her silky smooth ass clenched together beneath the flimsy material, and as he stared, a jeering memory of all the nights of cold, unsatisfying sex he had experienced with his complaining wife, came back to haunt him, and something boiled over inside him when he realized that she had been able to make him ashamed of his own natural masculine instincts. But even as he stared at the shivering figure of the helpless Sandra, he felt a familiar twinge that began in the pit of his loins, and rapidly spread to send his pulsating prick climbing into hard turgidity. He could feel his hardening rod pressuring against the fabric of his pants, and it was hot and throbbing against his inner thigh. The realization that she could still excite him, after what she had put him through, angered him to boiling point.
Angrily, he pulled down the last vestige of decency down over his wife's curvaceously rounded bips, and discarded the sheer panties on the floor. Her delicate ass cheeks stood out unprotected, vulnerable, the flicker pattern of the hearth fire shining over her soft polished flesh. Barely discernable between her quivering legs was the soft dark fleece of her pubic hair, and beneath it the faint sheen of her trembling little vaginal split.
Breathing hard, Mike placed his hands on the quivering spheres of alabaster flesh, and slowly drew the palpitating mounds apart.
Staring for a moment at the crinkled brown ring of her little rectum, Mike reached forward and probed experimentally at it with his finger. "Oooohhhhhh…!!" Sandra jerked forward as though she had been prodded by a hot coal. The high sprawling ottoman blocked her effort to draw away, and there was nothing she could do but submit. Mike's fingers were worming mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in place. Sandra felt resistance drain from her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired – the responsibility was out of her control.
Mike ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh all the way to the hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt.
"Mmmmm…" he slavered, his balls tingling with renewed excitement. There was something luridly arousing about the submissively kneeling posture of his wife, and he felt a soaring feeling of power as he sensed her terrified acquiescence. His palms spread over the smooth glossy ass-cheeks, cupping them firmly and slowly pulling them even further apart. The skin around her anus was straining outward as he pulled tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the puckered little ring like punishing electric needles.
"C'mon," he rasped bitterly, "spread 'em wide, real wide!" Sandra moaned under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her buttocks, to do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper.
Mike continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, relishing her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other hand kneaded without mercy at the soft buttock mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he lashed out with his long moist tongue, and swept it along the length of the quivering crevice, leaving a shimmering wet salival path between her trembling globes. Sandra couldn't control a shudder of revulsion on feeling his tongue there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he suddenly bit viciously into her pliant buttocks, covering the soft sensitive flesh with sharp little bites. Then his pointed tongue was probing at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole.
"Oh my God, my God," Sandra sobbed, why is he doing that to me? Is this really my own husband torturing me like this?
Mike was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little bitch to play games with me, he thought venomously, suddenly ripping down the zipper of his pants, and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened cock. He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly throbbing rod jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white buttocks even more, he lay the full length of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes, resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little opening of her anus. Gleefully, he began to slide his heavy protuberance up and down the exposed brownish valley, a drop of premature semen lubricating the hungrily searching tip.
He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small hairless opening, and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless rectum.
Although she tried to suppress the nauseating thought, Sandra was struck by the realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try to sink his huge hardened penis into her rectum! It would kill her! How could she take it? It would tear her in half – the pain would drive her out of her mind. And worst of all was the realization that her husband was really capable of this depraved act!
Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photographs. Etched on her mind irrevocably was the image of his animalistic penetration anally of that lewd blonde – the look of debased pleasure on her face. Sandra shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered sphincter brushed against her husband's rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent reality of her own shamefully kneeling position.
Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob, low whining sounds, and struggled weakly to release her behind from her husband's sadistic grip.
"Shut up and hold still!" Mike snarled, and Sandra forced a stop to the convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Mike tried to shove his hot, throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding membrane and Mike cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Sandra was shaking; she couldn't expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be performed on her. She only clenched shut her eyes, trying not to think, hoping that whatever was going to happen to her, would happen fast and be over with. For the very first time in her married life, she was desperately, deathly afraid of her husband, and she quaked under her terrifying fear.
Her face was numb from being pressed down into the leather and her whole body ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her anal passage, and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his disgusting intention. But he was trying again!
"Aaaaarrrggghhhhhhhh…!! Oh God, stop it!" A blinding, tearing pain shot up her back bone. She felt a slight popping sensation at her anus and…oh God, he was in! Her own husband was raping her rectum! The startling pain took away her breath. The stretching, groping in her back passage was unbearable – as if someone were trying to plug her up back there with a huge barrel cork.
Mike was surprised at the virginal tightness of her anal passage. He hadn't expected so much resistance and his anger had steadily mounted as his patience drained away. His hard insistent cock was demanding satisfaction, and now he had finally inserted it just inside the tight rubbery circle.
The lust-maddened husband lurched forward again, sinking more of the enormous shaft into his wife's tiny tortured rectum.
"Uuuggghhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn… oh no! Nooooooooooo…"
Sandra's pelvis bucked and jerked against her husband's maniacal impalement, the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Futilely, she twisted and gyrated, trying to shake off the brutal skewering of her flesh, but Mike only grinned lasciviously and inserted his massive cock farther into her inflamed back passage, drilling mercilessly up the virginal channel.
Violent, shattering pain racked Sandra's body and choked sobs caught raspingly in her throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod. Mike pulled at her hips in a relentless, inflexible grip, flexing his loins as he inched even deeper into her tightly resisting sheath. She squirmed desperately, tugging her severed asscheeks away from his granite-hard member, but her struggles only helped to bury the devastation of the advancing cock further into her agonized rectal canal. The stiff circumference of her husband's cock stretched the tender ring of her ass until it seemed to clutch in helpless desperation at the huge pole and suck it even deeper into its violated interior.
"Oh Mike, please stop! Please stop… I can't stand it!" she sobbed piteously.
But Mike only gritted his teeth, and with a final savage grunt, ground the full length of his monstrous shaft into her tortured passage. He had buried the full length of the elongated rod in her soft, brutalized flesh!
Mike hesitated for a second, enjoying the tight, inflamed throbbing of his wife's sensitively throbbing rectum around his deeply imbedded prick. Then he began a slow, abrasive pulling out of the extended shaft. His withdrawal along the stolen path brought fresh moans of new pain from his tormented wife, pulling it out until just the swollen bulbous head alone remained engulfed by the clinging flesh of her ass. Then, closing his eyes in lustful pleasure, he once again rammed its merciless bulk into her now forever stretched anal channel, feeling the smooth buttery cheeks of her whitely rounded buttocks settle quiveringly around his hardening balls, as he once more sunk every inch of it in her tortured depths. He began a slow sawing motion in and out of her, the movement becoming easier as her distended rectum relaxed a little and allowed his rummaging cock to pursue its bestial rape.
Sandra moaned and whimpered as he sodomized her, her body lost in a labyrinth of pain. She had never felt so totally abased and humiliated in her life. Not even Sam, the hired hand's, lustful fingerfucking of her naked vagina compared to the ignominy of this horrible anal rape by her own husband. She wished that the ground would swallow her up, because she didn't think she could ever hold her head up again.
Mike continued his illicit fucking, his pile-driving pelvis pounding against her upturned backside, his leaden penis churning deeper and deeper into the softness of her violated interior, slapping his loins against her wet buttocks, his mind lost in the abandoned perversity of the vicious anal fucking he was giving her.
His breath stiffened and he began to gasp in short rasping snorts. His cock ached beyond belief and seemed to inflate even more as the sperm, boiling in his steaming, writhing balls, clamored for release.
The massive rod began to slice faster and faster in and out of the wide stretched rectum, and Sandra tried to ease the cramped muscles of her buttocks, to lessen if she could the excruciating pain. She felt her husband's hands clutch even more convulsively into her now slightly bruised buttocks, roaming over her hips. His pelvic thrusts pounded wildly against her numbed and flattened ass cheeks hard against her hip bones as he began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats and lewd obscenities.
His body stiffened, swivelled only at the hips, his toes dug against the floor.
"Hump back, bitch… move your fucking goodie, goodie ass…" He shrieked insanely through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh God, I'm cumming now, I'm cuummmiiinnnggg in your asshole…!!! Aaaggghhhhhhh…!!"
He buffeted against her, a final breathtaking clap of flesh against flesh, his lust-stiffened rod knifing into unfathomed depths of her agonized rectum. A scalding white-hot stream of liquid shot into her hotly clenching anus, searing the mercilessly ravaged membrane. He jerked against her like a rag doll shook by an angry child, her thighs and buttocks crushed by the violence of his final assault, as he emptied the full measure of his thick burning semen into her forever-stretched anal passage.
Then he fell forward, flattening the lovely curves of his wife's body under his distended bulk.
She lay there, dry sobs convulsing her as his softening penis slid out of her wet, sperm-flooded anus, feeling soiled, dirtied forever by her husband's vengeful attack on her helpless anus, her bowels gurgling slightly from the heated pool of it he had hosed up into her.