"Fuckin' sonuvabitch Howard Cosell!" Tom Devlin cursed at the television set.
Hiding from her husband in the kitchen, Diane winced. When Tom got a few beers under his belt, his voice carried like a fingernail on a blackboard. And he always had more than just a few beers when he watched Monday Night Football. It wasn't even halftime and Tom was already smashed.
"Hey, Goddamn it. Diane!" Tom irritably called. "Where's my fuckin' beer? I'm dry out here! Get your ass in gear, bitch."
Usually, Tom was waited on by his daughter during football games. However, tonight, Diane was the only one available for servant duty. Beth had run into some friends while she was out with her father and would be home later.
Diane found herself drooping around like a flu victim. After her dynamite session with Duke Marshall earlier in the evening, the prospect of being trapped by herself in the same house with Tom made her ill.
"Damn you, Beth," Diane hissed under her breath at her absent daughter. "How could you do this to me? Leave me alone with your damn father?"
"Hey, you dumb cunt, where's my fuckin' beer?" Tom hollered. "I'm dying of thirst out here! Bring me a whole six-pack."
Diane reviewed the facts. When Tom got drunk, he got rough. She did not want a black eye. She would bring him a six-pack.
"About time," Tom snarled when Diane appeared with the beer.
"How's the game?" Diane timidly asked as Tom snatched the six-pack out of her hands.
"Shitty," Tom barked, twisting a can free. "Why, what do you care?"
"I-I was just interested if you were enjoying yourself," Diane stammered defensively.
"Then why don't you sit right down here next to me?" Tom grinned slyly.
"No, no, really… I, uh, have some things to do in the kitchen," Diane lamely answered.
Tom grabbed Diane by the wrist, forcing her onto the sofa beside him. When she tried to get up, he twisted her arm until she cried out in pain.
"Okay, okay," Diane muttered when the agony passed. "I'll watch the game with you."
"Fuck the game," Tom surprised her. "It stinks. I had something else in mind."
He turned off the TV and set aside his beer. Diane didn't know what to expect.
"Know what I feel like?" Tom slurred.
All of a sudden, Tom's behavior was no longer a mystery to Diane. She had been married to him too long not to recognize that horny look in his eye.
"I feel like a little lovin'," Tom mumbled drunkenly.
"Please, Tom, you're hurting me," Diane complained when her husband pawed her tits. "And your hands are dirty. Look what you've done to my blouse."
"I'll take care of that," Tom laughed.
He tore the blouse away. Then, with another rip, Diane's bra was gone, leaving red marks on her bare shoulders.
Tom grabbed Diane's tits with his big hands, squeezing them until their spongy flesh oozed from between his fingers.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Diane moaned.
"You love it and you know it," Tom insisted. "Now, come on, strip all the way down and I'll fuck you right here on the couch. My cock feels like it belongs to a seventeen-year-old kid tonight. They must be putting Spanish fly in that beer."
Realizing she had no choice, Diane got to her feet and undid her skirt.
"Come on," Tom drunkenly urged. "Put some fire in it!" He started clapping his hands like a ringsider at a strip show.
"Take it off!" Tom yelled. "Let's see some pussy!"
Hating herself for giving in, Diane did a few lackluster bumps and grinds as she pulled her skirt down her hips.
"Shake your Goddamn ass!" Tom shouted.
When her skirt hit the floor and she was naked except for her panties, Diane felt a chill. When she shivered, Tom roared with approval.
"That's better," he rasped. "Just keep twitching your can like that."
Now Diane was so nervous that she couldn't stop shaking. Her body was so herky-jerky that she had to sexily peel her panties down her legs to get them off instead of just stepping out of them. In spite of herself, she was giving Tom the show he wanted.
When Diane was nude, Tom was out of his chair, his hand at his bulging crotch. His fly zipped open and he reached inside his pants.
Diane looked the other way as her husband pulled out his stiff cock. She hated Tom's stubby prick.
But tonight, she could not ignore it. Tom was quickly around in front of her, his pants dragging at his ankles. He forced Diane to her knees and shoved his hard-on in her face.
"Suck my cock!" Tom commanded.
Before Diane could respond on her own, she had a mouthful of dick. Tom just forced his prick between her teeth, shoving until his hairy balls were churning against her chin.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth," Tom said hoarsely, thrusting his crotch against Diane's face.
This was Tom Devlin's version of foreplay. Although he hadn't eaten his wife's pussy since their honeymoon, he fully expected Diane to swallow his prick whenever he was in the mood for a blowjob.
Physically, giving Tom head wasn't much of a task for Diane since his cock was so short. The chore was in accepting the fact that he could do anything he wanted to her.
Tom's hands were clasped behind Diane's head now. Her face was forcibly buried in his mossy groin. The sour smell of his crotch made her stomach turn.
The cheeks of Tom's ass jerked up and down as his hips rolled in the classic fucking motion. He was using his wife's mouth like a cunt, working his dick back and forth with a stabbing rhythm.
"Man, I'm hot tonight!" Tom panted with arousal. "I think I'm gonna come already!"
All of a sudden Diane thought she saw a light at the end of the tunnel. If Tom came in her mouth, he'd probably forget about fucking her pussy. It had been a long time since he'd had the energy to shoot his wad more than once in the same evening.
Anxious to get it over with as quickly as possible, Diane willingly stepped up her participation in the blowjob. A mouthful of cum seemed a fair price to pay to get Tom off her back.
"Oh, yeah," Tom moaned. "My cock's gonna explode."
He grunted, jamming his prick down Diane's throat as far as it would go. Diane gagged from the sudden torrent of cum. She couldn't remember Tom ever having shot so much jizz before.
"Drink it all down!" Tom demanded. "Swallow every drop!"
Diane did her best to satisfy him. Tom's idea of sex was to treat his wife as though she was a whore and he were a sailor on leave. He could get very ugly if he didn't get his "money's worth".
"All right!" Tom expressed his approval as Diane lapped up his cum. "That's the way to suck that jizz down, babe."
Diane was having less trouble drinking Tom's jism than she had expected. For some reason, her husband's thick cream was much sweeter than usual. Not only did Tom's cum actually taste good to Diane, it made her kind of lightheaded – almost high.
"Okay, that's enough, you thirsty bitch," Tom laughed when Diane had sucked his prick dry. "I've got a cock between my legs, not a faucet."
Tom pulled his dick from Diane's mouth. As Diane had anticipated, it was soft. However, what she had not counted on was her disappointment that his hard-on was gone.
Diane tried to deny the truth, but it was no use. She wanted more cock. Her husband's cock.
"I wonder what's happening in the game," Tom said, stuffing his prick back into his fly with one hand while he reached for the TV with the other.
"You promised to fuck me!" Diane yelled.
Her voice sounded funny to her. Almost as if she was another person and was eavesdropping on herself.
"Please!" Diane stunned herself by begging. "Please fuck me!"
Tom shook his head and grinned, obviously amused by the situation.
"Horny bitch," he chuckled. "Just can't get enough of my sweet prick, can you?"
"No," Diane confessed. "I want it in my cunt. Fucking me."
She grabbed for Tom's fly. Before he could react, she had her hand on his cock and was pulling it back out into the open.
Diane rubbed her husband's limp dick against her tits. Soon, she was massaging Tom's cock-head with a stiff nipple. At the same time, she massaged his balls.
"Mmmmmm," Tom murmured. "I like the way that feels."
Diane sucked his balls into her mouth and fingered his asshole. Tom jumped with surprise, but he made no attempt to move away.
"Where'd you learn that little trick?" he asked as Diane pronged his butt.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Diane teased, then kissed the head of her husband's growing cock.
"Hmmmmm, maybe I won't watch the game," Tom said as the blood raced to his crotch. "Maybe I will fuck you."
Knowing she had him hooked, Diane crawled to the sofa and spread out. Slowly parting her thighs, she hooked one leg over the back of the couch and rested the other on the coffee table. Her cunt was wide open.
Tom's cock sprang to full hardness at the sight of his wife's spread pussy. His prick wasn't just standing straight out. It had the upward slant of a teenager's boner.
"God, I can't believe you've got me this horny," Tom panted as he admired his throbbing hard-on.
"Put your cock in my tight cunt and you'll see who's horny," Diane told her husband.
She pulled apart her pussy-lips to lure him closer. Sticky and wet inside, her twat made small sucking sounds when it was pried open.
"Fuck me, Tom, fuck me!" Diane begged. "I-I want it so bad!"
Tom moved to the sofa, his cock in his hand. Slipping between Diane's thighs, he took dead-aim on her pussy and shoved his prick inside her cunt.
From the first instant of penetration, Diane's hips were rolling. Tom's cock had never felt so big in her cunt. Her ass wouldn't stop squirming.
Tom wasn't used to so much movement from his wife while he fucked her. He was even more surprised when Diane wrapped her legs around him and pulled him so tightly against her that their crotches thumped.
"Fuck me, Tom, fuck me," Diane moaned.
"Your cunt's like a damn noose," Tom grunted as he worked his cock back and forth in Diane's squeezing gash. "I can't remember your pussy ever being this tight."
"Play with my tits while you're fucking me," Diane responded. "Suck my nipples."
Ordinarily, Tom considered it unmanly for a grown man to suck a woman's tits. But now, his lips closed around a pink nipple without hesitation. As he turned on the suction, his tongue went to work, its tip flicking the soft bud of Diane's tit into instant stiffness.
"That feels so good," Diane groaned, feeling on the verge of a climax. "Now suck the other nipple."
Tom's mouth switched tits. Just as quickly as he had hardened the first nipple, he turned the second one into a miniature spike.
Something snapped within Diane. All of a sudden her senses were reeling out of control.
"I'm coming! Coming so hard!" Diane gasped with orgasm. "Don't stop sucking my tits. Do both nipples at once."
Tom crushed Diane's tits together until the erect nipples were practically touching. Then he drew the twin buds into his mouth, scraping them with his rough tongue.
Diane couldn't stop coming. Tom had never done anything like this with her tits before.
Nor had he ever worked his prick in her pussy so expertly. Because as Tom sucked Diane's tits, his cock never missed a beat between her legs. His stumpy dick was so alive that it was giving Diane's cunt the kind of action she would expect from a hard-on twice as long.
Diane was flying so high that she forgot all about who was fucking her. Her eyes closed, she imagined that it was one of her teenage studs on top of her.
"More, more!" Diane cried. "Fuck me harder, harder!"
A second climax had hit her, this one burning at the core of her cock-stuffed pussy. Nobody had ever made Diane come any harder. Not Duke Marshall with his huge prick. Not even Doug and Dan at the same time.
"My balls are on fire!" Tom grunted. "I'm gonna come quick!"
"Fill my cunt!" Diane screamed. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"
Clenching his teeth, Tom put everything he had into shooting his wad. When his cock erupted, it was shooting white-hot jism.
"God I love it!" Diane squealed. "Don't stop coming!" She grabbed Tom by the cheeks of his ass, digging her nails into the flesh until blood was drawn.
"More cum!" Diane demanded. "I want it! I need it!"
Just when it seemed it would dribble dry, Tom's prick lurched in Diane's cunt and spurted a fresh wad of jism. By the time his balls were finally drained, Diane's pussy was a creamy swamp.
"What a fuck," Diane moaned when it was over. "Nobody else has ever filled my pussy with so much cum."
"What do you mean, 'nobody else'?" Tom asked suspiciously as he pulled his prick from his wife's sloppy twat. "Who do you have to compare me with? I'm the only one who's ever fucked you."
Tom paused, letting the impact of what he'd just said settle in.
"I'd better be the only one who's ever fucked you!" he yelled.
Diane realized that she had made a dangerous mistake. If Tom got it into his head that she'd been cheating on him, he might beat her brains out.
"Hey!" Tom snapped. "I'm waiting for an answer, bitch. What the hell did you mean by 'nobody else'?"
Diane knew that she could not explain her way out of the predicament she had gotten herself into. Her brain was too fuzzy from orgasm for her to risk it. She was so drenched by the afterglow of fucking that she might blurt out anything.
No, she had to rely on her body instead of her brain. Spread her legs right under Tom's nose, put her hand to her leaking cunt and spread the jizz from thigh to thigh. Bring her dripping fingers to her mouth and suck up Tom's cream.
"Your cum is so sweet," Diane murmured. "I can't get enough of it. Fuck me again, Tom."
It didn't work. Tom was steaming now.
"Who is he?" he shouted. "Who have you been fucking on the side, you dirty whore? I'll kill the son of a bitch!"
"No, no, there's never been anybody but you!" Diane hysterically lied. "Please, believe me!"
Tom looked down at her like she was shit.
"Close your legs, slut," he sneered. "Your rotten pussy is making me gag."
He turned and left the room. Diane didn't know what to do. Al the very least, she expected a beating and she was so confused that she almost convinced herself she deserved one.
However, what actually happened hurt her a lot more than physical punishment. For when Tom emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed, he was carrying a suitcase.
"Where are you going?" Diane gulped, stunned by the turn of events.
"I'm leaving," Tom said darkly. "For good. No way I'm going to support some damn whore. You're on your own, bitch."
"Please Tom, don't go," Diane sobbed. "I'll make it up to you."
"Then you admit you've been screwing around," Tom snarled.
Diane didn't know how to answer. She couldn't bring herself to confess that she had been fucking teenage boys. On the other hand, it now seemed pointless for her to lie.
Tom took Diane's silence to mean that she was guilty. He spit in her face with contempt before he turned and headed for the door.
As Tom stomped from the house, Diane broke down completely. Life was so strange. For years she had despised her husband. But now that he had walked out of her life, she had never felt so alone.