“Oh, Jeff, darling, I thought you’d never come!” Sandy cried as she threw herself into his arms. She had been nervously pacing the floor of the apartment ever since Harry left at 7:00 p.m., counting the minutes until her lover arrived. She had had a moment of panic when it seemed as if Harry would change his mind and stay at home after all, but Sandy had almost blatantly urged him to go out. He had hedged around, almost as if he was reluctant to go, and Sandy was desperately afraid that Jeff would come while he was still here. She couldn’t understand why he was lingering because for the past two weeks, she had hardly seen him at all, and she knew that straight after dinner every evening, he dashed off to see Ann. Not that she minded, of course, now that she had Jeff. In fact, she was glad he was occupied elsewhere, otherwise she’d never have enough time alone with Jeff.
As it was, their time together seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, it was time for him to go. Ever since that day, when they had made love after Jeff showed her those lewd photographs of Harry and his wife, Ann, wrapped nakedly together and she realized that her husband was cheating on her, she was a different woman. For the first time in her life, she was experiencing the ultimate in physical pleasure. She was a new woman! Gone was all her old primness, her prudish ways, her reticence. She was fully awakened, and she had Jeff to thank for that. He had initiated her into thrilling rites of sexual ecstasy, and now her body, in the space of one short week, had become absolutely attuned to sensual delight, so much so that she was sure she’d never get enough of Jeff. Harry, of course, hadn’t touched her since he had so cruelly sodomized her that day, and she had to admit to herself, that she wasn’t particularly upset by his neglect. She just hadn’t time for him now that she had Jeff.
She disentangled herself from Jeff’s embrace and lovingly ran her hands down the length of his tall frame.
“Mmmm, it’s getting hard already,” she murmured, her eyes falling on the already discernible bulge of his awakening genitals. Her eyes blazing with excitement, she reached out and touched the flaccid bundle, feeling it quiver with growing arousal from her stroking.
Jeff smiled down at her, his eyes smoky with pleasure, his face betraying his admiration for his lovely young mistress. He could hardly quite believe that she was the same woman who had such a short time ago treated him in such a haughty, offhand way. The metamorphosis was incredible. Every pore, every inch of her portrayed that change. Her body had become even more sylph-like, more curvaceous, more womanly. Her skin seemed to have taken on a sensual golden haze and her eyes and face were the features of a woman fully adept at giving and receiving physical pleasure. She had, in the process, lost that air of angelic innocence which she had when Jeff first met her, but that didn’t worry him. What had replaced it was so much better!
He heard the whine of his zipper and knew that she was eagerly opening his fly, not being able to wait any longer. With a sigh of relief, he felt the erect length of his turgid prick shoot up and stand out proudly from the dark tufts of his pubic fleece, and he could see that the thick, excitedly pulsating tube was throbbing intensely in anticipation of further excitement. Sharon was staring with hungrily glazing eyes at the huge protuberance, her fingernails grating lightly against the sensitive skin, her palm cupping the heavy bloated sac of his scrotum.
“Aaaahhhhh…” Jeff sighed blissfully as he felt the exquisite pressure of her fingers on his tingling organ, which sent rays of excruciating excitement burning through his body.
Sandy was staring almost wildly at the palpitating male hardness in front of her, held aloft by her eager fingers. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. As if mesmerized, she found herself drawing nearer to it… it was luring her with a hidden spell of its own. Suddenly, in an instant, she knew what she wanted to do. Something she’d never done before, but an act that was indelibly etched on her brain, ever since she saw those obscene photographs of her husband and Jeff’s wife. Yes, she wanted to do what Ann had done; she wanted to take Jeff’s huge prick in her mouth, taste it, feel it, know what it was like to suck dry such a man’s cock!
With an incoherent moan, she reached out with her long pink tongue and licked the full length of it against the long, rigid shaft of her lover’s hardened flesh.
“Oh baby… oh Christ…” Jeff moaned as he winced from the delicious contact, hardly able to believe what the turned on little bitch was doing. Once more he felt the incredible touch of Sandy’s tongue on his red, fiery weapon and the wet coolness of it sent shivers coursing down his spine. Sandy began to lick more confidently at the rigid rod of flesh, dipping under the bulbous head and probing at the veinous underside, rooting among the wisps of hair at the sturdy base, slavering wetly at the little glans opening at the tip. It was lovely, unbelievable! It tasted so good, she thought feverishly as the tempo of her working tongue increased, even better than she thought it would.
Her free hand was pumping on the squirming mass of his balls in lewd rhythm with her licking, and as she inhaled the pungent masculine odor of him, a wild thrill of excitement rippled through her. Hesitantly, she ceased her wild tongue-washing, and then, with infinite slowness, closed her lips warmly and moistly around the hard rubbery head, pressuring it just below the mushroomy cap, holding it tight like a rubber band.
“Mmmmmmm… Christ, your hot little mouth feels good on my cock…” Jeff moaned, convulsively digging his fingers into Sandy’s long blonde hair, and flexing his pelvis towards her lust-contorted face. Sandy’s teeth nibbled gently at the spongy flesh, and her tongue tripped eagerly around the swollen throbbing organ, as she slowly began to move her mouth up and down the full hardened length. It gave her a heady feeling to be kneeling slave-like like this, as if in worship of the masculine cock she was sucking; there was a masochistic joy in it, as if Jeff was her omnipotent master, and she was a mere slave-girl. Deliriously, she wondered how her face looked with his prick halfway submerged in her warm eager mouth; if she looked the way Ann did in the photograph, when she was sucking Harry’s penis. She felt as if she might, because her whole being was caught up and enraptured by the act she was performing, and she wondered again how it happened that she hadn’t done this wonderful thing before, how she had denied herself the supreme pleasure of using her mouth as a receptacle for the man who had fucked her.
She could hardly recall what it had been like before Jeff; everything that was exciting and wonderful in her life of late had happened after Jeff.
She continued to suck and lick more hungrily on the distended organ, goading it into greater tumultuous length and feverish width, her palm kneading softly and teasingly at the roiling sac of his testicles. Her lips ovalled even more tightly around the throbbing circumference as she strove to enclose more and more of it in her warm buttery mouth, taking it far back inside her until the tip of it was brushing against her tonsils, and her cheeks were puffed with the hotly pulsating flesh inside. Her fingers were holding the heatedly pounding shaft around the base, guiding it into her mouth, feeling the pulsing of the turbulent blood as it coursed wildly through the dilated veins of the organ she was exciting to the heights of arousal by her wanton, unabashed sucking…
Harry found it hard to keep his mind on his driving as he sped back towards the apartment. He couldn’t place the feelings which were rioting inside him, nor could he pinpoint the cause of the curious emptiness in the pit of his stomach.
Ann has been as wonderful as ever, her body soft and white and mysterious, her lovemaking exotic and intense, and yet, he had felt the urge to leave as early as he could without hurting her feelings. He couldn’t even entertain the thought that perhaps he was getting tired of her… but what else could be the reason for his sudden longing to be back home, with his own wife? He remembered that he hadn’t really wanted to go out tonight, had kept making excuses to himself and finding reasons for staying at home, but Sandy had been strangely unencouraging. He would have thought that she’d be anxious to have him at home for once, after all the time he’d already been away, but she seemed almost relieved when he finally headed for the door. He couldn’t help feeling that she was different lately. Not only because she wanted to be rid of him, but her whole manner, her way of talking, was different, not to mention her appearance. It seemed to him as if she was becoming more daring with make-up, and he had never seen her wear anything like the outfit she was wearing when he left. It was a long dress, right down to the ground, with a deep blue pattern on it. The material was diaphanous, and the neckline was so low that he was sure that even her nipples must be visible. He wasn’t able to get a really close look at her, because she was bustling around with her make-up, but now that he thought of it, she had taken to wearing strange, excitingly different new outfits. Not that he minded any of that; it was her attitude to him which puzzled him. He was used, he had had to admit, to something approaching deference in her manner towards him, and now, lately, she was almost insolent, a mocking tone lurking just beneath the practiced politeness. Suddenly he was angry… at himself. This wasn’t the girl he married, the somewhat shy, sweet girl he’d fallen in love with so suddenly. He wasn’t sure he liked the new Sandy, and he had the sinking feeling that this tough, cold patina she had acquired was his fault. He had treated her so shamefully, had acted like a real bastard, first of all, fucking her in the rectum like that, then leaving her alone so much while he was with another woman. Not three months married, and he was cheating already! A feeling of self-loathing consumed him. How could he hurt and humiliate her like that? He was a despicable louse and didn’t deserve a wife like that. Sandy certainly didn’t do anything to deserve the bastard of a husband she was landed with… but he was going to change, he suddenly decided. Things couldn’t go on like this. He and Sandy were like strangers and the fault was his. He’d have to forget about Ann… it would be hard, but he’d have to do it. He’d have to tell Sandy about the affair too, and he winced suddenly as he visualized the look of hurt and disbelief which would cloud her lovely features when he confessed. But he’d have to go through with it, and beg her forgiveness, and pray firmly that she would forgive him. He knew he didn’t deserve any compassion, but he’d do his best to make up to Sandy for what he had put her through. Ann… he forcefully banished from his mind the picture of her gorgeous yielding body, the overwhelming touch of her practiced hands, the luscious moistness of her clasping pussy as it closed around his plunging cock… he’d have to forget, that was all there was to it…
Harry pulled into the driveway behind the huge Cadillac, wondering vaguely who it could belong to. Certainly none of the other tenants in the small apartment building had one, and neither did the people who usually came to visit them. Still, he shrugged, probably nothing to do with us, as he bounded up the stairs, a curious constriction in his throat as he realized that the time for admission of his adulterous transgressions had come.
Slowly, he unlocked the front door, and walked into the hallway. He hesitated, wondering if his wife would be in bed yet, and then decided that he’d get a drink, to prepare him for the ordeal of facing his innocent young wife with the story of his affair. Striding towards the kitchen, he wavered again, wondering at the strange noise, almost a moan, that he had just heard, coming, it seemed, from the living room. Probably the television, he decided, and then froze again. There it was once more… definitely some kind of a moan, and then…
“Oh God, Sandy…keep sucking… keep sucking my cock like that!”
Harry’s blood ran cold and all color drained from his face. He stood staring at the closed living room door, his mouth working grotesquely, his eyes bulging with shock. For what seemed an eternity, he stood there, and then, as if automated, his legs began to take him over to the door. His hands, of their own volition, turned the handle, like a man sleep-walking he stealthily opened the door. Robot-like, he stepped into the living room, and his state of semi-paralysis and complete numbness prevented him from shrieking out at the unbelievable sight that confronted his eyes.
His beautiful young wife was kneeling on the rug, her lovely blonde hair streaming like running gold over her face as her full shapely lips curved hungrily around the thick pole of Jeff Green’s cock, already sunken almost to the hilt in her mouth. She was sucking his prick!
Harry could hear his heart pounding like a sledgehammer and thought that it was a loud banging in the room. But his wife and her lover didn’t seem to hear it, engrossed in their lewd task, and Harry continued to stand there, mesmerized into immobility. He wanted to run over there, smash Green’s face for him and then tear Sandy limb from limb… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. As if he was rooted to the ground, he stood there, his burning eyes straining at the sight of the thick rod disappearing into his wife’s warm milking mouth, almost till his pubic hairs were grazing her nose before reappearing from between her greedily clasping lips. Her slender fingers were grasped firmly around the stubby base, and her other hand was cupping his squirming scrotum, kneading and caressing his balls tenderly. Her face wore an expression of supreme bliss, a look he had never seen before. Harry couldn’t believe it! He just couldn’t believe that his wife was licking and sucking another man’s cock, his timid shy wife who couldn’t tolerate any but the most normal everyday, legs spread form of lovemaking. That's why she seemed so changed… it was for him that she was wearing all those new clothes, for him and not for me…
Sandy was unfaithful to him, just as he was cheating on her! A sinking feeling in the depths of his stomach made his skin clammy, and a murderous rage began to curdle inside him. The bitch, the goddamned little bitch.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her lust-transformed face as she continued to suck with abandoned frenzy, her features rosy from exertion, her throat contracting from her intense little gulping motions. Jeff was mewling with pleasure, his head thrown back, his mouth half-open and his eyes closed as his fingers clutched cruelly at her hair, forcing her face further down on his distended prick, his hips churning in pagan rhythm. Suddenly a wild throaty cry rang out, stifling Harry’s own snarl of anger, and the furious young husband saw the increased pounding of his erstwhile friend’s pelvis against Sandy’s face as he obviously reached for release.
“Aaaaggghh! Christ, Sandy! I’m there, I’m cumming! Keep… arrggghhh! Sucking!!”
He was cumming! Harry stared aghast, hardly daring to breathe as he watched the furious intensity of the other man’s climax, his blood-swollen prick jumping, pushing far far back against Sandy’s throat, and with a sudden lurch, Harry could see that he was beginning to empty the thick hot stream of his heated white semen deep into her hungrily gulping mouth. Good God’ She’ll choke! He found himself fearing as he stared in morbid fascination, watching as his wife’s cheeks hollowed and filled as she tried to keep up with the copious flow of her lover’s sperm. She gulped greedily, her body suffused with pleasure as she tasted hot white semen for the first time, and she tried desperately to swallow it all. Her hand was convulsively milking his tortured balls, urging on the cascade of liquid, and a thin rivulet of it streamed down her chin from the corner of her mouth, a tiny drop that escaped the abyss of her clutching throat.
“Oh God! Baby… you suck cock good…” Jeff murmured, his hips still jerking forward in the throes of his orgasm, his still throbbing cock not yet limp in Sandy’s sperm drenched. mouth.
His laudatory words were like a whiplash around Harry’s brain. With a snarl, barely human, he stalked further into the room, his face red, his hands raised and doubled into fists, his eyes snapping with cold fury.
“You fucking little slut… Oh God! I’ll teach you, you goddamn cocksucking whore…”
Jeff and Sandy turned quickly to look at him, their faces registering shock and fear, the adulterous young wife cringing against the legs of her lover in a silent plea for protection from her enraged husband.