The sight of Todd straddling Sharon's neck and stroking his stiff prick in and out of her mouth burned itself into Steve's brain. He stood for a moment and just stared at the fantastically lewd spectacle of his wife blowing her own brother's prick.
Suddenly rage overcame Steve, and he rushed into the room.
Todd saw him and quickly pulled back, jerking his cock out of Sharon's sucking mouth. She opened her eyes and stared drunkenly up at her husband. She gasped.
Todd backed off the bed. He forced a grin. "We were just kidding around, Steve," he said. "We both got kind've high and…"
Steve moved up to the younger man and threw a punch with lightning speed. It connected with the point of Todd's chin and toppled him. He dropped onto his butt on the floor and passed out.
Sharon, sick with fear and the realization of what Steve had seen, scooted backward on the bed so that her spine was pressed against the headboard. Her mouth and eyes were open wide as she stared at her husband. He turned towards her.
"No, Steve… ooh God, no… please don't!" she cried, fearing that he might kill her.
He had a right to do so, she thought. She had betrayed him terribly, and she had betrayed herself as well, by getting sexually involved with her brother.
Steve had never felt such hatred for another human being. Yet even so, he couldn't ignore Sharon's beauty or the appeal she still held for him. He wanted her, even as he hated her. His interlude with Barbara, satisfying as it had been at the time, didn't lessen his desire for Sharon now.
He stared at his wife's open thighs – at the soft, hair-encircled cunt which beckoned him moistly – and his prick began to harden in his pants. But he couldn't just fuck her and forgive her for everything. He would have to punish her – make her suffer as she had made him suffer. Then he would walk out, he tentatively decided.
The couple from the other room, who had finished their fuck by this time, crowded into the doorway to see what was going on. Barbara stood next to Steve, fearing what he was about to do with his wife.
"Take it easy, okay?" she said, clutching his arm. "Don't do something you'll be sorry for."
"I won't be sorry," he insisted. "But she will," he added, glaring at Sharon.
"Ooh, Steve… nooo!" she wailed again.
He lunged and grasped her by an arm, pulling her towards him. But she managed to roll over and started to scramble off the bed.
He stared at her luscious bare ass, twisting and quivering, and suddenly he knew what he was going to do to her. By God, he would do it right now! he thought.
His cock turned bolt-hard in his pants.
He dropped onto the bed partially atop his wife, pinning her down. She gasped, then whimpered. She tried to struggle out from under him, but that was no use.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big long dick. He stripped the foreskin off the pink, swollen head.
Sharon, gazing fearfully over her shoulder, saw this and stopped struggling. He just going to fuck me, she thought. Far from representing punishment, this pleased her.
She lifted her hips invitingly and pressed her chest against the mattress.
"Do it to me, darling," she pleaded as she waggled her ass at him. Her knees were positioned well apart, and her cunt was completely exposed.
But he was staring at her ass crack and at the pinkish brown dimple that nestled between her white, satiny buns. Make her suffer! Was the thought that dominated his enraged mind.
Barbara, the bearded man, and the blonde girl watched tensely, saying nothing. Todd remained unconscious on the floor.
"This is for being a cheat!" Steve told his wife, and spat on his finger. He rubbed the saliva on the head of his cock.
"But I want you to take me, darling," she said. "I'll never cheat on you again."
"And this is for cheating with your own Goddamned brother!" Steve added, spitting on his fingers again. This time he rubbed the saliva into the crack of Sharon's ass, swabbing it into her bung.
She finally realized, through the alcoholic fog in her brain, what her husband intended to do.
"No!" she exclaimed as she tried to move forward. But her head was against the headboard of the bed, and she couldn't get away.
Steve jammed the head of his cock in between her buttcheeks, pushing it against her tight little shitter.
"Nooooh!" she cried again. "You'll kill meeee! Ooh, God! Somebody stop him!"
But no one made a move to help her.
The bearded man and the blonde had their arms around each other's waists, and she was stroking his cock as they watched the erotic spectacle on the bed. Barbara just stared, wide-eyed.
Steve applied greater pressure with his prick, twisting the tip of the wicked tool against the small ring of muscles that guarded his wife's rectum. She let out another cry, for he was beginning to hurt her. But she was even more fearful of the hurt which was yet to cum.
Steve pushed and twisted harder. He jammed his cock against his wife's bung with all his might. Suddenly the resistance of her muscles gave way, and the thick head of his prick popped into Sharon's asshole.
She felt as if someone had pointed a blowtorch up her rear, and she shrieked loudly. Blinding pain enveloped her. Steve showed her no mercy, but kept pushing and grinding his vicious prick, forcing it up her narrow spasming rectum. Sharon's pain increased. She began to lose consciousness.
But then, after Steve had driven most of his cock up her butt and was holding it there, pulsating inside her ass, a miraculous change in her attitude began to take place. His invasion of her asshole still hurt, but with less intensity, and in a peculiar way the pain began to give her pleasure.
She knew she had wronged her husband, and wronged nature itself by her involvement with Todd, and she had really wanted to be punished for this, though she hadn't been conscious of the desire. Now she was getting her punishment, and it was good! she thought. In addition to that, Steve was proving himself to be the dominant, uninhibited male that she had wanted and needed.
Though tears streamed down her cheeks and her ass still felt as if it were on fire, she moaned, "Darling… darling! Ooh fuck it, fuck it!"
Steve growled, baring his teeth. He began stroking his prick in and out of his wife's hot, tight, spastically contracting asshole. His rod sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. He smacked his crotch rhythmically against her springy butt.
She moaned from the strange mixture of pleasure-pain which consumed her, and gradually she began to grind her ass against his deep-probing thrusts. She pushed backward to absorb even more of his dong into her fire-ravaged butt.
Her passionate response surprised him – and it displeased him, also. His purpose had been to make her suffer, and here she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
He fucked her ass harder.
"Oh… oh… oh!" she said as she bumped against his brutally impaling cock.
It felt wonderful to get fucked like that! she thought. Her soul was being cleansed in a bath of fire, and she would be a good person when it was over. She knew she would.
Sharon's asshole was so tight and it was clutching so excitedly around his pumping prick that Steve couldn't prolong the screwing to the extent that he had wished to.
He became so excited that he had to let go. His dick jerked in the warm, encircling embrace of her hung, then spewed its spurts of thick, warm cum into her bowels.
She vibrated blissfully and moaned as she came. Steve pulled out of her ass and backed off the bed. He wasn't yet satisfied that she'd had the punishment she needed. As he was fucking her ass, he had gotten another idea – one that was really far-out but which appealed to his angry, resentful mood.
He headed for the living room, brushing past the bearded man and the blonde who were standing in the door, playing with each other's genitals. Sharon had heard her husband's remark, but she was in such a dazed state that his words hadn't gotten through to her immediately. When they did, she gasped, and scrambled off the bed.
Barbara watched her head for the bathroom and she followed, preventing Sharon from closing the door.
"I can understand that you want to clean up a little after that cornholing," she said, "and that's okay. But don't get any ideas about locking yourself in here."
"But you heard what Steve said," Sharon exclaimed in anguish, as she pushed the hair away from her tear-filled eyes.
"So?" Barbara didn't bat an eyelash. "You enjoyed the other. You'll enjoy this, too."
"I did not enjoy… It…"
Sharon found it impossible to complete the statement, because the other woman's eyes were calling her a liar.
He quickly fell atop her and drove his prick into her still-quivering cunt.
"Baby… baby…" he groaned as he fucked her.
Todd got up and searched for his clothes.
The blonde and the bearded man sank to the floor and went into an erotic sixty-nine. Barbara glanced hopefully at Todd.
"You don't have to put your clothes on right away, do you?" he asked.
"Damned right, I do!" he said. "I've been here long enough."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet. But I know I've got to get out of here."
Steve and Sharon paid no attention to what was going on around them. They had each other now, and they felt a mutual oneness that they hadn't known before. As they fucked blissfully, the rest of the world could have disappeared, for all they cared.
Later that night, when they were alone and lying quietly in bed, Sharon told Steve how she felt.
"I enjoyed what happened," she said. "I really enjoyed it, as strange as that sounds."
"Because you thought you needed the punishment?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Partly that. But mostly because it was you doing those things to me. You must have changed your ideas about sex, or you wouldn't have done them."
"Yeah, I've changed, I guess. I believe I'm ready to accept you now, the way you are. No. Accept isn't the right word. What I mean to say is I'm prepared to appreciate you."
"Darling…" She snuggled close to him, and they kissed.
"I was pretty narrow-minded before. But that business with your brother – that was too much."
"I'll never let Todd touch me again," she promised. "Anyway, he's gone."
"I wonder where he'll go? All I can say is, he sure as hell needs something to settle him down."
"Lover?" she asked softly.
"Yes, hon?"
"Would you be very angry if I asked, to do something for you? Something that would please me – and you, too, I hope?"
"What's that?"
"I'd like to suck your cock, Steve," she said softly.
"And I'd like you to do it, darling," he replied.
They kissed again, then she quickly pushed the covers off him and slid lower on the bed. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, furnishing all the illumination they needed.
Sharon placed her hand on her husband's cock and balls, and began to fondle his relaxed privates gently. Though he had exerted himself a great deal that night already, new power flowed into his loins, and his prick stiffened to stand rigidly erect.
He had bathed before coming to bed, and his dick exuded only the fresh odor of his maleness as she leaned close to it. She encircled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and slid the foreskin back away from his inflated glans. She blew gently at the tip of the cock, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick the smooth, rounded head.
Steve writhed blissfully as his beautiful young wife tongued his glans. She lapped gently against the underside of the knob, then worked slowly around the ridge. She fluttered her tongue teasingly against the very lip of his prick, and a drop of clear moisture came out to roll back on her tongue and down her throat.
Now she licked and nibbled along the entire length of his prick and proceeded to pay loving attention to his balls. She sucked at them individually and licked the wrinkled, hairy sac all over. She lifted the sac and licked underneath it.
This act was giving her a great deal of pleasure, not only because of the physical sensations involved, but because of the supplication which it indicated. He was her absolute master – he had proved that earlier tonight – and she was, by this act of humility, begging for his love and kind treatment. She was putting herself completely in to do with as he wished. And she knew he would love her without inhibition from now on.
As she licked and sucked at the soft skin surrounding his nuts, she had an urge to go even farther. She must never hold back with him, she decided, just as she expected him never to hold back with her.
"Turn over, darling," she whispered as she raised her head.
He rolled onto his stomach.
She stroked the firm, hair-strewn mounds of his butt and the backs of his thighs. Gradually he eased his legs apart. She climbed between them and positioned herself on her knees.
As a sweet surge of excitement mounted within her, she took hold of his buttocks and pinched them so that they separated. She looked at the dark, hairy furrow between, and particularly at the puckered depression of his asshole.
She leaned closer and blew into the dimple of his ass. He writhed and moaned pleasurably.
Now she stuck out her tongue once more and lowered her face until it was pressed directly between his buttocks. She licked at his tingling asshole, deriving a keen sense of enjoyment from this most humbling of all acts.
As her passion increased, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his bung and wormed it moistly into his ass. She clamped her wet lips around the asshole and sucked as she stroked her tongue slowly in and out… in and out.
She tongued his ass in this manner for a long time, until he became wild with lust, then she let him roll over and she took his immense throbbing cockhead into her warm, loving mouth.
She sucked his cock with intense ardor, pumping her head briskly up and down. His glans rode the velvety length of her lapping tongue, surging into her throat and bunting the roof of her mouth. Her teeth scraped his shaft, and her lips sucked unceasingly.
Finally Steve could hold back no longer, and his cock gushed into Sharon's sucking mouth and throat. She drank the thick, bland-tasting cream, loving it because it was his.
He knew now what her needs were, and he resolved to tend to them thoroughly for as long as he remained at home. But what about after he left for Alaska to serve his next five-month stint? he wondered.
The one thing he didn't want to have happen was for Todd to come messing around again. The next morning, without discussing it with Sharon, he put in a call to Barbara. That afternoon she came over, catching Sharon at home alone, as Steve had planned.
Sharon was surprised to see the other girl – and not too happy about it either, because Steve had been out with her the night before. But Barbara had proved, also, that she had an understanding of Sharon's needs. Now she quickly convinced Sharon that she wanted to be her friend.
"Steve doesn't mean anything to me," she said frankly as they had coffee together. "He's a great guy, and I like him, but I certainly wouldn't try to take him away from you. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure I couldn't do that even if I wanted to."
"I hope that's right," Sharon replied with equal frankness.
"You can bet on it. You're the only woman he wants. Of course, that's not to say that he may not screw around a bit when he's up in Alaska. Boys will be boys, you know." Barbara smiled.
"That's where they have the advantage, I guess," Sharon observed.
"I wouldn't say that," Barbara replied thoughtfully. "There are ways for lonely wives to be taken care of, also – that is, if they know the right people and if they have a good understanding with their husbands…"
"What are you getting at?" Sharon asked.
"Just this – I could, well, arrange to have you meet a few guys while Steve's gone. Not the wild sort who were at the party last night, but some good, clean young studs. Guys who like to fuck instead of drink and blow pot. Know what I mean?"
Sharon believed she knew. But she was afraid Steve wouldn't approve. After all, she thought, she had pledged to be true to him from now on.
Barbara continued. "Some of these guys are barely into their twenties. You see, I have a younger brother, too, just like you have. But my brother, Rick, is only eighteen years old." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she went on. "He's introduced me to a number of his friends."
The thought of screwing a real young man – someone even younger than Todd – thrilled Sharon. But at the same time, she didn't want to do anything that Steve would disapprove of.
"I'm afraid that's out, Barbara," she said regretfully. "Thanks just the same."
"What's the matter? Are you afraid hubby wouldn't like it?"
"That's just what I'm afraid of," Sharon admitted.
"Well, you might be wrong about that," Barbara said. "Why don't you discuss it with Steve and find out?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Barbara smiled. "I thought you two had a perfect understanding now. That means you ought to be able to talk about anything and everything. Take my advice and discuss it with Steve tonight. He won't be angry – I guarantee it."
Sharon wondered how the other girl could be so positive about this. But she gave Barbara a great deal of credit for her sexual know-how, and the thought of having some young boys to entertain her while Steve was gone was very appealing.
"All right," she finally agreed. "I'll take it up with Steve and let you know."
Sharon waited until they were in bed together that evening and the lights were out.
She said, "You know, I'll expect you to have some sex when you go up North again. I realize that a man can't get along without women for five months."
"How about a young woman getting along without men for that length of time?" Steve asked, taking her hand. "That can be just as difficult."
"Yes, it can be," she admitted.
He continued. "So I'm willing to give you as much freedom as you're giving me."
"Really, darling?" she asked happily.
"Of course. Just one condition – stay away from Todd."
"He won't be back here again, I'm pretty sure," she said.
Now she had something to think abut, and to look forward to. But for the next couple of weeks, Steve would still be with her, and that was the time that was really important to both of them.
So as not to lose a moment, she rolled into his arms.
"I love you, darling, very much," she murmured as she took hold of his cock.
"I love you, too," he told her.
Several quick strokes of her hand on his prick were all that was required to put him into a condition of thrusting readiness. He slid towards the foot of the bed and readied her twat with his tongue. Then she swung astride him and took his virile prickshaft up into her throbbing cunt.
As they began to fuck, she knew that all was well with the world. She had, she fervently believed, the closest thing to a perfect marriage that had ever existed on God's green earth.