When Tom got home, Amy was still in the bathtub. After Aston had left, she had felt his warm jism flowing out of her ravaged cunt and had panicked. What if her husband found her like this?
All the guilt came flooding back into her. She felt more ashamed of herself than she ever had. Her body felt used and defiled by that horrid man who had forced her to do that with him. Tom must never know.
She sat in the tub while it filled with warm water, washing every inch of her body. In the back of her mind she knew she was trying to get the memory of Brad’s lips off her flesh. But she tried not to let that thought surface. She spread the sore petals of her cunt with her fingers and washed it thoroughly, trying not to remember the ecstasy she had felt when it was stuffed with Brad’s huge organ., Why can’t Tom have one that big? she thought. God, maybe it’s better he doesn’t. I’d cream my jeans just waiting for him to get home every night!
She tried to forget about Brad Aston, but lying quietly in the warm water with nothing to distract her didn’t help. She drifted into a revelry in which he was fucking her again. But this time he was not rough and demanding. Instead he made love to her with slow fiendish skill. She got so aroused that she suddenly heard herself whimpering with desire.
“Ohhhhh, stop it!” she whispered aloud to herself. What if Tom should come home and hear you doing that?
And in fact, it was a good thing she caught herself. For only a few moments later Tom walked into the bathroom. He had a big grin on his face when he saw his young wife’s naked young body glistening in the bath water.
“Christ, what have we here?” he said, devouring her with his eyes.
Amy tried to act normally. She knew there wasn’t the slightest reason why he should suspect that she had been screaming with ecstasy in the arms of another man less than two hours ago.
She winked at him. “Home early?” she said, trying to make her voice seem as innocent as possible.
Tom knelt beside the tub. He reached down with his hands and cupped her wet breasts, squeezing them urgently.
“Just in time, it looks like to me,” he said.
He bent and kissed her mouth. Amy tried to respond as if she were enjoying it.
Actually, after what she had been through, she didn’t even want to think of sex. It made her feel treacherous and evil. She remembered how she had only half-heartedly resisted Aston. And how she had finally loved it, loved the way he fucked her! Loved it much more than she ever, had with Tom! “Honey, you’re getting all wet!” she said, breaking the kiss and trying to squirm away from him.
“Who cares?” he laughed. “I need a bath anyway. Why don’t I get in with you and well take one together?”
He started stripping off his shirt. But Amy shook her head. The thought of him fucking her scared her. What if she called out Brad’s name or something? “No!” she said, a little too forcefully.
“What?”
“No,” she said, more calmly. “I mean, if I stay in here any longer I’ll look like a prune.”
Tom looked down lustfully at her luscious wet body.
“You look pretty ripe to me,” he said.
“You evil man,” she pouted, trying to appear playful. “Is that all you ever think about? Now go away and let me dry off in peace.”
“You really mean that?” Tom asked sheepishly.
She nodded, and watched him slink off toward their bedroom. (Fortunately, she had changed the sheets and remade the bed before taking her bath.) She found herself wondering why he took her rejection so easily. She could not imagine Brad, for instance, taking no for an answer. He certainly hadn’t taken it for an answer that afternoon.
But when she got to the bedroom, she realized she wasn’t going to be able to get out of it that easily. Tom was just standing there, looking crestfallen and, horny. She was still naked, and she realized the effect her body was having on him But she still didn’t want him to fuck her Not after what she bad been through with Brad. She knew she would have to let him eventually, but not now. Not while comparisons were fresh in her head, even in the warm still-remembering flesh of her young body. But god, how am I going to get out of it? she wondered.
He grabbed her and kissed her, grinding his pelvis into hers. She could feel the hard lump of cock in his pants, urgently nudging her pubic mound. His fingers dug into the full mounds of her naked breast.
“You are my wife, you know,” he murmured heatedly. “I’ve been thinking about how beautiful you are all day.”
Then the idea hit her. There was a way out of this, of course! Why hadn’t she thought of it before? She had never gone through with it all the way, but she could do that now. It would be a kind of punishment for having enjoyed being fucked by Aston, in spite of herself instantly she warmed to Tom. She slid her hands down to his rearing crotch and gave him a passionate squeeze.
“If you put it that way, how could I refuse,” she murmured sexily.
She dropped to her knees and unfastened his belt buckle. Then she unzipped his fly and let his pants drop to his ankles. Next she pressed her face to his groin and. nuzzled him through the cloth of his shorts.
“You know what I want to do, don’t you?” she said coyly. “Of course you do. I want to put my mouth on your big juicy prick.”
“You do?” Tom said.
He was surprised because in the past he had to just about beg her to do it. And even when she did it, she would never do it long enough, not until he came in her mouth.
“Oh, I do!” Amy said.
With slow clever fingers she peeled his shorts down his thighs. She watched the shaft of his cock suddenly jump and twitch and spring fully erect before her eyes. Somehow, though it wasn’t as big as Brad’s, at this moment it seemed plenty big to her.
“Oh, I do, I do, if you only knew how I do!” she gasped.
She kissed the swelling head of his prick. She snaked her tongue around it, teasing him. Then she glanced up coyly, flirtatiously at him from the floor.
“You want me to suck him? You want him to spit in my mouth? You want me to drive you crazy honey?”
“Silly question,” Tom groaned.
He kicked his feet out of his crumpled pants and sat down on the bed. His red excited prick pointed straight at the ceiling. Amy peeled his tee shirt up across the long tan muscles of his back, over his head She nuzzled his spine with her lips, and ran her hands rapidly over the hard leanness of his body.
It would not be so bad, she thought. She really did love her husband, and she had to get over the guilt of fucking with Brad. The thought of sucking Tom’s prick somehow caught her imagination. She would give him such a good suck that after it he would be spent. He would be as exhausted as she felt herself, and in no mood to bother her further. And she would have paid her debt. Her guilt would be gone.
Tom lay down on his back on the bed. Immediately Amy crouched beside him, looking down at his marvelously thick red cock, jumping fervidly. Delicately she dipped one hand under his scrotum and tickled his soft balls. She rolled them in her fingers as if teasing him with dangerous threats of a sharp pinch or two. The breath whistled past Tom’s teeth as he sucked it in.
Then she bent her head closer, swishing the thick curtain of her chestnut hair across his prick. She watched the highlights glint and shimmer in her hair, seeing the ugly-lovely veined stalk of pulsing flesh poke through the shiny strands.
Finally she hunched over his groin and began bathing his bulging cock with wet strings of saliva. She licked it from root top. She swirled her wet tongue around the glossy purplish bead, squeezing it gently, then firmly with her hand.
She did everything to his spittle-shiny, blood raging prick but suck it into her mouth. She sucked the tender, inflamed skin up and down its rigid length sharply. enough to leave blood bites. Tom’s fingers clawed her shoulders. His hands.found her head and dug into her scalp, trying to force her to gobble him.
One of his skittering hands slipped between their bodies and found one of her dangling breasts. He cupped the full heavy globe, gouging the wide soft nipple with his thumb so that it sprang erect and she winced with pleasure.
With one hand she massaged his balls. With the other she pumped his throbbing cock, dripping a white froth of lubrication spit onto it, working the tip of her tongue into its tiny eye until she gave a contorted grunt of lust and his hips leapt out of control Finally she took the head of his prick into her mouth.
“Uhhh… oh Jesus! Oh, that’s it!” Tom moaned. “Oh Amy, honey, do It, suck it Jesus!”
She held the pulsing pole of flesh straight with her hands and dove on it, feeling it push against the back of her throat. Then she withdrew her mouth slowly, agonizingly, drawing her full lips up over the flaring head, pulling on the clustered nerves that crowned the purple bulb of his stiff prick.
Her lips came free each time with a wet pop. And each time she coiled her tongue around the tip of his wet prick, then dove on it again. She squeezed and pumped it with her hands, feeling the long ridge of the juice-tube that ran along the top fill and strain with backed-up jism.
She dove on him, let him out slowly, dove on him again. Then she stopped at the top, squeezing him with her lips. She gave him long deep throat-sucks, drawing from deep in her chest. Tom’s tense body shuddered and yearned for release. The sound of his gurgling cries of pleasure increased Amy’s excitement.
Engorged and on the verge of spurting, his prick grew larger, thicker. It swelled and bloomed a flaming deep red, the veins turgid and rippling, bursting with mad heat. His fingers clutched her head and pushed it down frantically on his cock. His hips rose off the bed into her, shoving, cramming her mouth full of wet stiff prick.
He fucked and groaned and stabbed her throat with it wildly. A constant whimpering moan came from his throat as he drew near. And knowing that he was near excited Amy further.
She began keening and mewling deep in her chest too. She gagged and slobbered over the big straining prick that felt like it would split her cheeks and pierce a hole in the back of her throat as it fucked in and out of her mouth,.
Wildly she slurped and sucked and pumped and squeezed the violently twitching steel-hard spike of his cock.
She felt the first traces of juice on her tongue, and she went all out trying to suck it out of him. For the moment she completely forgot that she had never in the past let him come in her mouth. She forgot that she had previously thought the whole thing was vile and revolting.
Oh Tom, baby, I’m going to get it all out of you, oh yes, oh all of it! she moaned to herself, sucking for all she was worth. When I’m through there won’t be any left for days! I’ll. suck you dry, honey, this is for you, not for him, for you and for me! Get ready! Oh, you’re ready, I know you are, oh god… oh god, give me all of it!
She had never before heard him scream as sharply as he did. He tried to fuck her all the way down her throat as his prick flashed and squirted.
Amy’s mouth filled with the spurting jets of cum.
Voraciously she sucked for more, and more. And more came. It spurted like salty warm dollops of cream into her wildly sucking mouth. And she gulped crazily, swallowing and still pulling on the head of his prick, drawing out even more, more, more!
Her lips were spattered with his creamy juice. It trickled down her chin. But she kept pulling on his rearing, clenching root, trying to draw up the last creamy bead of hot jism that lay oozing to life in his throbbing balls. She sucked and squeezed and devoured him until he winced with pain. He had no more to give, and his cock was already wilting between her lips as she feverishly plucked at it. She bathed it in more spit, and sucked for more jism, like a thirsting maniac.
“God, honey, oh shit!” Tom cried out, pulling her head off his tormented cock.
“Enough, please!”
Amy was suddenly startled out of her passionate mania. She realized that what she had really been doing was raping him. And that briefly embarrassed her. But when she looked at Tom and saw the fulfillment and gratitude in his eyes, she realized that her plan had worked.
“Was it good?” she murmured, wiping his cum off her chin with the edge of the sheet.
“Fantastic!” he grinned. “Boy, are you ever full of surprises.”
If you only knew, Amy thought. Honey, if you only knew.