Lanore searched everywhere, pulling open all the leather pouches on Gill's duty belt and shaking them upside down on the bed behind her. No key appeared.
Damp stains of cum blotched her panties and more silvery cream was running down the inner slopes of her thighs. She couldn't use her hands to wipe it off. How could she possibly explain to Gill when he got home?
Only one thought came to mind… to say it was rape.
Lanore's fevered mind began to weave another web of lies. She couldn't blame Al, of course. She couldn't blame anyone that might be falsely accused. A masked man, she decided. A hulking stranger had done this to her. A man with a huge hot prick had ravaged her all the time Gill was gone.
That was the story she told her shocked, ashen-faced husband when he returned. He produced a handcuff key from a small pocket hidden on the inside of the belt itself. Lanore blushed and felt like a fool, but at least now she knew where it was kept.
"I don't know how he broke in," she moaned, playing it for all it was worth.
"He didn't break in. The spare key was in the lock when I got home. Somehow be found it taped under the mailbox. And that's going to fry his ass!"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean there must be fingerprints on that key. I've got a good friend down at police headquarters who can tell me who it was."
Lanore shuddered. She hadn't thought about that. Then she saw a glimmer of hope. "If the man isn't a known criminal, they won't have his fingerprints on file."
"They might. Every guy who's ever been in the service was printed. I had to be to get my job."
"Al?"
"Yeah, the company he works for just got a big defense contract. He was fingerprinted to get security clearance. All those records are in a big computer. I should known by tomorrow afternoon who did this to you."
"You mean the man will be arrested?" Lanore's voice tightened into a fearful squeak.
"No," Gill said grimly. "I'm going to have my cop friend check the record on the sly. Then I'm going to kill the bastard who fucked my wife. I'm going to cut off his cock and balls with a dull knife and make him eat them!"
Lanore said, "Oh, Jesus, nnnooo!"
"What's with you? Sounds like you feel sorry for the son of a bitch!"
"Well…" The shivering blonde couldn't think of a thing to say that would make sense now after all the lies she'd told. "I wasn't badly hurt. There's no lasting damage."
"What the shit do you mean, no lasting damage? Some other man's had his stinking cock in my wife's cunt! And that has done lasting damage to me!"
"Gill, please…"
"Why all the sympathy for him?" he wanted to know. "For Christ's sake, it almost sounds like you enjoyed it!"
Gill just gaped at her, his jaw hanging slack for a full second.
"You enjoyed being fucked by another man?" he said numbly.
"I-I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. You know how I am when I get horny."
"Yeah, I sure do. I also know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. I can see it in your lying eyes. There was no naked man, was there? You got fucked while I was gone, you probably asked for it, and you damn sure know who it was!"
"Nnnooo, Gill! I swear!"
"Bitch! I can see through you like cellophane!" Gill grabbed her arm and pushed her down the hall toward the bedroom.
"Gill, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to beat the truth out of you," he snarled. "A few good whacks with my heavy belt and you'll tell me who the hell it was!"
"I told you, I don't know!"
He shoved hard and sent her sprawling face down upon their bed. Gill had his own cuffs and the spare set of handcuffs with him. He used than both. He cuffed her wrists to the posts at the head of the bed.
Spread-eagled helplessly, Lanore could only beg for mercy, but she was so frightened that her voice had been so raging violent before. She heard an ominous slither as he stripped the broad black leather belt from the loops of his uniform pants.
He whirled it overhead and let her listen to the angry hiss. "You've got one chance to tell me who fucked you before I lay a two-inch red welt across your ripe ass!"
"I can't tell you!" Lanore didn't want to invade Al. Nothing that had happened was really his fault.
Gill's powerful arm lashed down. He gave a grunt and the basket weave patterned belt blazed a stinging red path across her ripe domed ass.
"Aaagggh!" Lanore bucked and wrenched both cuffed wrists. Gill had locked the handcuffs tighter than she had. The metal bands chafed her tender skin.
"Who was it? Who had his cock in your sweet cunt?"
"The seven dwarfs," she spat defiantly. "They all stopped by and stuck me with their teenie-weenies!"
Burning pain had turned her fear to sullen rage. Lanore vowed not to confess now no matter what.
Gill snarled and lashed down again, varying the angle so the two welts crossed to make an X right over her cringing little shithole.
"Who was it?" he asked again, snaking the belt high again just in case.
Lanore felt the sting of the belt. This time be laid it right up the middle of her back.
"Who?" he repeated coldly.
Lanore was sobbing, her whole lush body burning with pain. She gulped and moaned.
Gill's anger flared even more. Her stubborn defiance was fuel for the rage already gnawing in his gut. He lashed the belt two more times up her back in rapid succession. That left a total of three blazing red welts side-by-side.
"You look like a stinking skunk done up in the wrong colors," he said with a wicked laugh, pausing then to catch his breath.
Gill was shocked to find his cock swelling hard. Knowing that his wife had first cheated and then defied him caused such a hateful rage that he had thought he would never want to fuck her again. But whipping her ass was the most exciting thing he had ever done. It even beat their catamaran ride.
"I like whipping your ass," he warned. "You better tell me who fucked you while you've still got some hide on your back."
"I won't even tell you what time it is – yeeeeoooow!" That was the most vicious lash yet. Lanore's whole body convulsed. Shocks of burning pain flashed tore every nerve. "I'll tell you that his cock is bigger than yours." She clenched her teeth to resist screaming. "Longer and thicker both!"
"You bitch! You stinking, whoring slut!" The belt flew so fast and hard that neither of them could keep track. Lanore's whole backside, from heels to shoulder blades, became a fiery mass of pain.
"Enough," she sobbed finally. "Enough! Please, no more."
Gill was sweating profusely and wiping his brow with the hand that held his belt. "Who was it?" he rasped.
"Al," she croaked.
"Al Freeman from next door? I don't believe it!"
"I seduced him," she confessed. "I set up the whole thing. You aren't going to kill him are you?"
"My neighbor? My buddy? No way! I'm going to rape his wife!"
"Oh, Gill!" Lanore sobbed, wishing none of this had ever started.
"I've had the hots for her ever since the day we moved in. She's so tall and slinky! And Marilee used to be a dancer. I'll bet she's got some great moves! I'll bet she fucks like a mink!"
"Fuck me instead," she begged him.
Marilee doesn't deserve this anger.
"Fuck you?" he sneered in contempt. "Dirty my cock in a pussy that my neighbor has been fucking while I'm away? Forget it, you cheating whore!"
"Gill, please… I'll make it up to you. I'll be better than I've ever been before!"
"Oooh, did fucking Al teach you some new tricks?"
Lanore sobbed bitterly, hating herself, wondering what, if anything, she could do to make things right again.
"Did he fuck your ass too?" Gill asked sharply.
"No, I won't even let you do that."
"I know. I've been wanting to get my cock into your sexy round ass ever since my honeymoon in Hawaii."
"Your prick is too big for that!"
"But not as big as Al's," he reminded her sternly. "You told me that yourself. It ought to fit up your little ass just tine!"
Gill was climbing up onto the bed behind her.
Lanore cried, "No! Please don't! Ooooh, God!"
He was bending down and pressing his burning cockhead into the crack of her ass.
While they were talking, Gill had undressed, but Lanore hadn't known because of being handcuffed face down to the bed post. She didn't yet have the courage to face him. The pressing heat of his blood-gorged cock was all she could stand.
"Nungh! It hurts! You're killing me!"
"You didn't want me to kill Al. Somebody has to pay, you bitch!"
"Grungh. Ooowww!" Lanore had never expected to ever hate the heat and throbbing vigor of Gill's big cock. Now there seemed to be no nerves that sensed pleasure in her asshole. What she felt was a searing hot stab of pain.
His prick inched into her slowly. Gill liked the way that made her writhe and squirm. Her twitching and tossing put delightful new pressures on his heated cock, strange new sensations.
Lanore felt tortured by the intrusion into what she considered to be her most private place. She had happily fucked and sucked Gill's cock more times than either of them could remember, but she thought now that she would never welcome him again.
Their wonderful marriage was already over in her mind. All the lusty, fun-filled times they had shared… she'd ruined that. They now hated each other, and Gill was pumping all his raging fury into her tortured ass. That mental anguish pained her more than the swollen heat, because Lanore knew she had only herself to blame.
She shuddered violently, trying to relax the tight muscles of her ass enough to at least make the fucking she deserved more bearable. She couldn't. Lanore had practiced endlessly to increase control of her cunt muscles, but her asshole had been only a thing to shit through before this.
Lanore knew better than to beg for relief. In Gill's present frame of mind, it only would have made him fuck harder. She tried to rein, to tell her body that there might be some pleasure to be found in even the most savage abuse.
Her body wouldn't listen. Gill was in her ass to the root, grinding his cock-hair on the hot whipped cheeks of her tender ass. It made the X-welt burn.
As a last resort, the nearly distraught blonde decided to try a little reverse psychology. "I love it!" she screamed. "Ooh, Gill! Your cock feels so good, so deep in my ass! Fuck me hard! Punish me with your hot prick, I deserve it! I need it! I want it!"
"Grungh!" he roared, responding with a series of deep reaming jackhammer thrusts.
Lanore shuddered and cringed, thinking that she might pass out as fiery sparks of pain shot through her.
Her fingers had been almost numb until that moment, the circulation cut off by tightly locked steel bands. As feeling flared back, Lanore realized there was something strangely exciting about being bound and helpless.
When Al had fucked her, she'd dismissed the sensation as just being part of the thrill that came with a new and, different cock. Lanore was actually enjoying the cruelty of restraint. It added some perverse pleasure.
She humped her back with a grunt and twisted to meet Gill's next angry cock thrust.
"Fuck it in harder!" she told him. "Rape my ass! Use it for your lewd pleasure!"
She jarred his loins with the willing spiral thrusts of her ass. Gill wasn't quite sure what to do then. He had started out wanting to hurt her, but if pain was what she enjoyed most, how could he do that?
He settled into what was his normal fucking rhythm, fucking slow and deep, taking enough time to savor all the wringing pleasures Lanore knew how to give. But this was her inexperienced asshole, not a clever pussy. The muscles of her ass had never done anything but squeeze out shit before.
Gill found even that instinctive motion to be exquisite. She tried to drive him out as he was in pleasure.
He began to moan ecstatically, driving in and twisting around in the sleek, tight friction of his young wife's luscious ass.
Lanore's reverse psychology was working – and not just on Gill. When she heard him gasp sounds of pleasure, that inspired her.
In fact, she found herself responding to the deep, twisting cock thrusts she had detested only moments before. She groaned, "Ungh, you bastard! You're making me like it!"
"You'd like fucking a flagpole," he shot back.
"Uungh, but I love to fuck your big cock. I even like it up my ass now!"
"Yeah, I can tell!" It was like trying to ride a mechanical bull in one of the country western bars. Lanore's ass was in a wild fuck frenzy.
She had figured out how to reverse the instinctive motions that squeeze shit out, and she controlled them to pull Gill's cock deeper in, to cling and milk warmly when his prick had sunk to the root.
"Aaagggh!" he roared, feeling the surge of fluid pressure in his balls. He clamped the muscles at the base of his cock and tried to hold back, but that couldn't be done.
Gill fired and fucked her shithole full. Slick cum glossed his cock, and he fucked her harder still, until neither of them had the strength to move.
Later, when they were both breathing almost normally, Lanore said timidly, "I haven't made up yet for all the awful things I did. But I have an idea."
"What's that?" Gill wanted to know. Having seen a new side of his wildly horny young wife, he was immediately suspicious.
"You said you want to fuck Marilee, and I think I can arrange it. Al will, be at work all day tomorrow. She and I are good friends… it won't be hard to get her over here."
"And what are you going to do then? I might want to fuck her all day long."
Lanore finally gathered enough courage to turn her head around. It was hard the way her wrists were cuffed.
"I want to watch," she said with a blush.
"What?"
"Al's a great fuck, but, I still think you could teach Marilee a thing or two. And I would love to see your cock sink into her slinky cunt!"
Gill took in a deep breath. His blood was still boiling, but he just couldn't remain angry with his sexy blonde wife. He got the handcuff key and unlocked the metal bands.
"Are you going to let me go?"
He said. "I'm ready to fuck that cunt of yours now."
Lanore grinned with more lewd delight than she had since their honeymoon. If everything went all right tomorrow, Lanore had no doubt that her marriage would be saved.
And if she could get a thing going between Gill and Marilee, she'd be able to fuck Al whenever she wanted. Lanore's soft, sensuous lips curved into a grin.