Joanne checked the clock on the nightstand, the detective's words still ringing in her brain. He wouldn't tell Darin and she could start all over again, pretend nothing had ever happened. She sat in front of her vanity mirror, finishing the last touches of her make-up.
"No!" she said determinedly. "We're going to have it out if it's the last thing I do!" She knew she couldn't live with herself, hiding her adulterous affairs from Brad the rest of her life and she couldn't live with Brad if he couldn't trust her. She had to do this! She had to!
After calling Brad this morning, she figured he should be storming through the front door soon. She was nervous, but she was going to tell Brad everything!
She fixed her mouth, spreading her lipstick on thick, highlighting her ivory skin. The dark eyeshadow added mystery to her face. With her hair in long red curls, she looked like a hooker out of a western saloon.
She pulled the black net stockings up her long slender legs, hooking each stocking with the red lacy garter belt that contrasted with the black crotchless panties she was wearing. She slipped on her bra, a matching black lace half bra that lifted her tits in a shelf of lace, her nipples peeking out invitingly.
She stood up and turned slowly, admiring herself. In a moment of dread, a hot shiver ran down her spine. There was still time to burn all the photos that Darin left behind. She bit her lip, determined to go through with it.
While waiting downstairs, her heart beat wildly and her cunt pulsed, the excitement of seeing her husband gradually arousing her. It was strange and she didn't understand it. She panicked when she reached the foyer and turned into the living room. Suppose he doesn't come home until tomorrow as he had planned? There was no guarantee he would come home after what she told him on the phone this morning. She would wait as long as it took, until Brad came home. No more men, only Brad from now on. She fidgeted in the chair, crossing her legs as she glared at the photos on the coffee table, all spread out, for Brad.
She heard a car pulling into the driveway. Her heart tried leaping out from her throat. It was Brad! She glanced at the photos one last time, seeing herself sucking cocks and being fucked. For a split second, she almost chickened out. Abruptly, she stood up and marched to the doorway, away from the temptation to throw them away. She leaned against the archway like she imagined a hooker doing it while waiting for a customer. Her knees were weak and butterflies were fluttering in her stomach.
Brad flung open the front door, a flustered exasperated expression on his face. He saw Joanne standing in the entrance to the living room, leaning against the wall, her hip jutting out enticingly with the most come-hither smile he had ever seen on her face.
"What? What?" he sputtered. "You…"
"Cat got your tongue?" she purred, keeping her voice even, although her body was trembling uncontrollably inside.
He dropped his suitcases on the floor. "Your phone call… what was that all about?"
"You know. I just wanted to tell you that I knew about your little detective friend," she said, finding it difficult to keep calm.
"You're… you're wrong."
"Stop the bullshit, Brad. I know."
"Okay… okay… I was wrong. I'm sorry."
"I think it's going to take a lot more than, I'm sorry," she mocked. "We have a lot to talk about."
"Like what?"
"A lot of things." Her stomach was quivering and a vein throbbed in her slender neck. She was about to speak when he interrupted.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked. "You expected a whore and that's what you're getting."
"You're crazy, hon," he said, forgetting his luggage, walking by her and into the front room.
"Somebody else said I was crazy today and they found out I wasn't." She turned, her moment of truth at hand. She gulped, following him and trying to keep her heart from acting like a yoyo going from her stomach to her throat and back again.
Brad went straight for the bar and poured himself a drink. "Let's forget about the detective," he said, sipping his drink, his nerves settling. "I'll make it up to you over the weekend."
"What about the things he discovered?" she taunted.
Brad forced a smile. "He didn't find out anything."
"If you're so lure, why did you hire him?" She sat on the couch, feeling his hot eyes on her flesh. She took a deep breath. "Why don't you come and see the evidence?"
Brad humored her and sat down beside her. "What evidence?"
She pointed to the pictures scattered all over the coffee table. "This evidence." She sucked in her breath and prayed.
Brad leaned over, scanning the photos. His eyes filled with rage. He grabbed a fistful of the photos. "What the fuck?"
"It's the evidence, Brad," she said, frightened out of her skull. "I thought you might want to see them."
He looked at the photos again, this time slowly. When he was through, he dropped them on the floor. He felt as if someone had kicked the shit out of him. He turned to Joanne. "Why?" he asked sullenly.
"You tell me why first," she said.
The fury in him began to rise. His face turned red, his eyes filled with hate. "Because I didn't trust you," he snarled. "The proof of my suspicions are on the floor."
"I only did it," she continued, her eyes filling with tears. "I only did it because you didn't trust me." She held back her tears. "The detective. Where's he?"
"I fucked him this morning," she spat. "You can't trust anyone these days."
"I'm suppose to believe you fucked these men just to prove a point?"
"I love you," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I did it for spite. It hurt me terribly when I picked up the phone and heard you talking to the detective. I wanted to get even and the only way I could think of…" She sniffed back more of her tears. "I had to do what you feared most, fuck other men."
She stood up and walked to the center of the large living room. "Look at me, Brad. I'm what you think I am. A whore. I'm dressed like one and I fuck like one." She posed, seeing the lust begin to appear on his face.
She was right. She definitely looked like a whore and the pictures on the floor proved she fucked other men.
"I'm all juicy, Brad," she purred, swaying on her heels. "I'm all juiced up for your cock."
He glared at her, knowing, sensing he had driven her to do the things she did. His mind filled with the images of the men and he wondered if he could ever forget.
Joanne saw the indecision on his face. "I'm sorry I did it, Brad," she said. "It'll never happen again. You have to trust me on that." She turned and walked toward the stairs. "A marriage is based on trust. If you still want me, I'll be in bed." She climbed the stairs, frightened that her marriage was over.
In the bedroom, she flicked on the dim light that cast an erotic shadow on the bed. Keeping her exotic outfit on, she lay down on the bed and spread her legs in the hope that Brad would want to try again.
For the longest while, Brad remained on the couch. He picked up the pictures again and stared at each one, hating her and hating himself. He stood up, the pictures falling. Like a zombie, he walked across the room and climbed the stairs, heading for the bedroom.
He stood in the doorway, gazing down at his gorgeous wife. He didn't, want to lose her. He loved her… but could he forget? Slowly, he undressed, the fire in his groin giving him pain. For a reason he could not fathom, the pictures of her turned him on and at the same instant, disgusted him.
"I want you," Joanne whispered from the bed, her heart swelling with love. "Hurry."
"I want you too," he said softly. The dim light added to the lure of her luscious figure.
"Come to me." She held her arms outstretched for him.
"Take off your clothes," he rasped, his cock sticking out, a beam of hard meaty flesh.
She smiled wickedly and placed her hands between her legs. "Crotchless," she purred. "Fuck me like this."
His cock ached as he eyed the swollen lips of her cunt peeking out from the lace panties. He climbed on the bed, cradling her in his arms. "Baby! Baby!" he groaned, her hot body kindling the flames in his groin.
"Ooooooh, Brad," she crooned, rubbing against him. "I missed you so much. I missed your cock." She reached down between their hot eager bodies and grasped his prick. She slithered out of his arms, working her way down his taut handsome body with her mouth, licking and nibbling his flesh in her trek for his cock.
"Ohhh, Joanne," he groaned as her greedy mouth inflamed him. He squirmed on the bed as she chewed, sinking her teeth into his flesh. "Suck it, baby! Suck me!"
Joanne wanted only to please her husband. She gripped his cock in her fist and slopped her tongue all over every inch of his thick veiny shaft, soaking him, wallowing in his cock – the only cock she truly wanted. "Oh, Brad," she moaned, kissing his prick and sucking the thin skin that covered the powerful meaty muscle. "I love you so." She stroked his prick with adoration and love, her tongue fluttering all over his groin, balls, cockshaft, and thighs.
"Unnnnn," he groaned under her worshiping manipulations. "Let's fuck! I want your pussy!"
"Soon, my darling. Soon." She licked him lavishly, treating his prick to the best blow job and chewing it had ever received. She was inspired. She rolled him over and reamed out his ass, catering to his every desire. She licked behind his balls and up his dark ass crack. She chewed his soft ass cheeks, her hand underneath his taut muscular body, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
"Jesssssssus!" he groaned, twisting on her hand. He forced her away from his ass and rolled over, his cock towering high in the air. He grabbed her, but she moved away like a cat and smiled hotly.
"We'll fuck soon. I want to enjoy you before you fill my pussy with this." She smacked his prick playfully with her hand, totally relaxed with her husband, a thing she wasn't able to achieve with the others. She slapped his prick again, watching it twitch.
He grabbed for her again, laughing. For the moment, the things she did and what he had instigated were gone from his mind. "You hot little bitch."
She rolled out from his grasp. "You're going to suck it, before you can fuck it, honey," she moaned. She crawled up over him, straddling his body and head.
"Put it here," he said, licking his lips. "I'll suck you till you cry for my cock."
"I know! I know!" she moaned, adjusting herself over his shoulders. As she scooted up his chest, her hot wet pussy left a trail of pussy juice. She angled her pussy over his mouth, trembling with joy.
Brad gripped her full, rounded hips in his hands, kneading the soft ivory flesh. He glared up at her red inviting gash and brought her pussy down to his waiting mouth, jamming his tongue up inside her wet pulsing cunt canal.
"Ahhhhh," Joanne wailed, grinding her pussy down on her husband's face. "Brad! Brad!" She rotated her hips in an endless circle, soaking his face with her creamy flowing juice. She leaned forward, resting against the headboard, her hips jerking spastically as she fucked her husband's face with her squishy cunt.
Brad smoothed his hands around to her ass, teasing her crack with his fingers. He weaved his way through the wet hair of her pussy and slapped her exposed clit with his tongue. He snaked his wiggling tongue up into her pussy again, thrilling to her greedy cunt muscles as they attempted to capture him.
"Suck! Suck!" Joanne cried, deliriously happy that she had her husband back. "Ohhhh, suck me, Brad!"
Brad sucked, eager to please her, wanting to forget the despicable things that had happened. He drew her clit into his mouth and chewed on it, making Joanne writhe on his face. He swiped his tongue across the tip with a sweeping motion, driving her mad with passion.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she whimpered, tiny erratic explosions popping off in her pussy as he sucked and lashed her clit. She humped his face with frantic little jerks while exquisite separate orgasms swirled through her body like ripples in a brook. "Ooooooooohhh!"
His cock was ready and aching for her cunt. He pulled her off his face, knocking her flat on her back, her legs flying out in a wide vee, her red swollen cunt exposed through the wet lace of her open crotch. He scrambled over and mounted her, leering into her face, his eyes covered with a film of lust.
She gazed up at him, her face flooded with a passion of her own. "Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me!" She clung to him, desperate to have his wonderful prick buried inside her pussy. "I want only you."
He grabbed the lace bra, tearing it from her body, freeing her huge globes of milky-white tittie flesh. He pushed his cock at her receptive cunt, feeling the lace as his cock sliced through the crotchless panties and into her dripping snatch.
"Ohhhh, I'm in heaven, Brad!" she cried out joyously. Her legs snaked around his back, holding him captive within her cunt. "I'll never let you go."
"You bitch," he snarled, his passion turning to jealousy. He remembered the photos and her body being used by those strangers. He stabbed his cock viciously into her scalding hot pussy. With each job of his cock, he shouted. "Bitch! Bitch!"
"Yes, my darling," she sobbed, the pleasure of his cock and the pain of what she had done mixing in a fuzzy world of hatred for herself and love for her husband.
She forced the thought from her mind. "You made me," she gasped, slamming her pussy up at him. "I did it to hurt you." She slammed her body at him again. "I did it to repay the hurt of not having your trust." She clawed his back, drawing blood.
Brad howled, the stinging pain burning his mind. He whacked his hard powerful body at her, trying to give her pain in return for her adulterous affairs. His cock throbbed incessantly inside her warm body, her pussy muscles clouding his mind.
"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed, humping her pussy at his prick, stroking her cunt hole along his shaft, driving him crazy as he held his hips still, trying to blot from his mind the photos and what they represented.
She saw the pain in his eyes and began to cry, her passion heightening her emotions. "They never meant a thing to me," she moaned, trying to draw his cock deeper into her pussy. "I want only you."
"Whore!" he spat. He smacked her across the face, the sound echoing.
"Bastard!" she cried back, slapping him back and reddening his cheek. She hated him at this moment, as much as he hated her. "Bastard!" She lunged up at him, digging her heels into his back, hurting him as much as she could.
Brad twisted his cock in her pussy, making her groan in a blend of pain and pleasure. Her net stockings were rubbing against his flesh, her crotchless panties clinging to his wet shaft and her garter belt snaps were digging into his side. All of the petty irritants, that at other times would have added to his passion, now detracted from it. With a viciousness he didn't know he possessed, he pulled his prick out of her pussy.
"Oooohhhh, nooooo!" she screamed, believing he was going to leave her.
"Nooooo! Don't leave meeeee?"
Brad looked at her, loving her more at this moment than ever before. It was the clothes. They were keeping them apart. With passion fogging his brain, he didn't bother to explain. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her panties and yanked. The skimpy material came away in his hand.
Joanne screamed, not knowing what he was doing. "Fuck meeee!"
He tore at the garter belt and stockings, ripping them from her body, freeing her soft ivory flesh for his eyes to feast upon and his body to touch. He tore her stockings, throwing everything on the floor.
Horrified and frightened, Joanne looked up timidly, her green eyes like glass, her body completely vulnerable and naked. "What… what are… you going to do?" she cried her sobs racking her lungs.
"Fuck you," he growled, climbing back on top of his beautiful wife, his body no longer irritated by her clothes. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Ohhhhh, my darling," she gasped, ready to accept him, needing his love and his cock. "Do it now!"
He shoved his prick into her gaping pussy, burying it with a hungry fast jab. His arms slipped underneath her body, bringing her to him as he began the long steady climb to the summit of their passion.
Joanne held him tight, her legs and arms engulfing him. She was crying, her hips humping, her entire body moving to the rhythm her husband set with his long even strokes. She kissed and sucked on his neck, caressed his back, and urged him on with the heels of her feet, nudging him in the small of his back.
"Fuck me, my husband," she moaned adoringly, his cock filling her with pleasure and love each time he jabbed it into her. "Fuck me!"
He growled in her neck, his prick swelling to the bursting point. He shortened his strokes, banging her with hard brutal lunges, the new accelerated pace taking them swiftly to the ultimate peak. Faster and faster, he pounded his wife into the bed, her hot whimpering cries soaking his brain. Each hard violent stab of his cock wiped from his mind an imprint of a photo. His pace became a quickening blur, the past fading into obscurity with each slice of his cock into Joanne's waiting hungry twat.
"More! More!" Joanne screamed, driving her body at him with no thought to her welfare or safety. She only wanted to please, to satisfy the man she loved.
The past was gone, his pounding had erased it from his mind. No longer did he fuck her with vengeance. He was slamming his prick into her with love, the love he had always felt for her. His prick swelled with cum.
"Together!" she howled, matching his pace, their bodies in sync, like always, the passion humming between them like an old song. "Together! We'll cum together!"
Her hot screams took them both to the summit and over the peak. They came together, two bodies lost to their passion, thrashing and churning on the bed in a mindless pursuit of mutual pleasure. Their muffled screams blended as he creamed her pussy with his cum and she soaked his cock with her gushing juices, both in mind-blowing ecstasy.
"I'm coming, darling!" she shouted, for all the world to hear. "Ohhhhhhh, Brad, my husband! I'm comingggg with you!" She worked her pussy to hump in time with him, adding to his pleasure as he added to hers.
"Aghhhhhh!" Brad growled. His cock spewed wad after wad of burning cum. He thrust into the secret depths of her orgasm as he had always done, giving only to receive pleasure a thousand fold.
The hot, orgasming couple bombarded each other with sublime gratification that took them both to the peak again and headlong over the top for another joyous ride into orgasmic heaven.
Joanne became a bubbling vat of juices, her cunt greasing the cock belonging to the one man she loved. Brad became a machine, a powerful fuck machine that slammed, pounded, and drove his wife to the edge of the world and back again.
They drifted back to reality, their bodies slowing, easing until they lay quiet, only their heavy sated breathing breaking the silence. In this position they slept, the past forgotten, the future bright, their love renewed.