Tracy felt better the next morning. God, how could I not feel better? she thought, recalling the hot pleasures of the multiple orgasms she had given herself.
She went into the bathroom to take a shower, wondering why she didn't feel guilty about it. Oh well, she thought, I just won't let myself think about it. I wouldn't want it to get to be a habit. I won't be jealous any more either, she promised herself. I know Jim loves me.
The warm water beating down on her naked body made her feel sensually aroused again. She ran her soap-slippery hands all over her firm upthrust tits and between her legs. Her cunt ached to feel a real cock in it. She could almost feel Jim's fat, stiff prick sliding up into her clasping slit.
She remembered the time on their honey moon when they had fucked in the shower. If he were here she would make him do it all over again. When she had had her climax, both of them had nearly gone deaf from the sounds of her screams reverberating off the shower tiles.
Oh, I can hardly wait until he gets home, Tracy thought.
Somehow she got through the day. She planned a fantastic meal just to show him she was not jealous, or even mad about his forgetting to phone her the previous night. And she spent the afternoon shopping for the ingredients and dreaming about how hot and long they would fuck when he got home.
After all, since he hadn't been screwing Ann Vincent, as Tracy had now firmly decided he wasn't, then he would be horny, too. Just as horny as she was. He'd been away for three days, hadn't he? Wasn't that enough to make a man just about climb the walls?
She was just beginning to cook the mushrooms when she heard the taxi drive up outside. Then the front door swung open and Jim walked in. He had a broad but tired grin on his face.
"Hi, honey," he said. "Did I ever miss you."
They embraced quickly. Jim squeezed her tightly, kissing her with rough passion and letting his hands roam down to her high firm ass. Tracy could feel his large cock swelling in the crotch of his pants, pushing against her thigh.
But in spite of the fact that it was the cock she dreamed of, she couldn't help the return of last night's feelings. What if he had been sticking it into that whore, Ann Vincent? Unable to help herself, she shrank back from his demanding kiss.
"What's the matter, honey?" Jim asked.
"Nothing. Oh… nothing," she said softly. "I have to go check the mushrooms before they burn."
"The mushrooms! But what about me? I've been gone three days. All I did during that time was dream of your luscious body. Don't make me wait any longer."
"I thought it was a business trip," Tracy said spitefully.
But she didn't know why she said it. He seemed to be perfectly honest about it. He didn't act like be had anything to hide.
"It was!" Jim barked. "So what the fuck's the matter with YOU? Don't you want me?"
"Of course I do," Tracy murmured. "But…"
"But what?"
"Nothing. I'm probably just tired," she said.
"Next thing you'll be telling me you have a headache," Jim said.
Tracy tried not to respond to that, but she couldn't control herself. Images of Jim and Ann Vincent fucking, flitted through her brain, making her nearly sick to her stomach with jealousy.
"Are you sure you were so lonely?" she asked coyly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jim demanded.
The tone of his voice frightened her and she wished she hadn't said anything at all. She had only seen him really angry a couple of times, but it wasn't anything she wanted to see again.
"I want to know what you mean!" Jim demanded harshly.
"Oh nothing. I just thought that… maybe Ann Vincent kept you from being so lonely."
"Ann Vincent!" Jim exploded. "Are you going to start all that again? I thought we settled that before I left."
"All I know is that you forgot to call me last night. And you promised."
"Maybe next time I should take a chaperone along. A man, of course. So he can report back to you that I was a good boy!" Jim said sarcastically.
Frightened, Tracy tried to backtrack, to avoid the confrontation that now seemed inevitable.
"Oh, Jimmy, let's forget I said anything. I've just been tired, that's all. Come on, honey, let's have dinner. I made a special dinner for you. I'll mix you a pitcher of martinis first."
"Tracy," Jim interrupted, "are you insinuating that something went on between Ann and me while we were away?"
"No, Jimmy, it's nothing!" Tracy exclaimed.
"You're lying," he shouted. "Here I work my ass off for you, trying to get you everything you need and want. What do I get in return? You don't even trust me when I go away on business for three fucking days! What's the matter with you? Don't I show you how much I love you? Don't I think about you every second when I'm away from you? I've been working hard these past three days. This deal was very important. When I get home, I expect to be welcomed, kissed, hugged, made love to. What do I get instead? More ridiculous fucking stories about Ann Vincent. It was the same thing last time and the time before that! When are you going to stop it! I'm sick of it!"
"Don't shout at me!" Tracy screamed.
He glared at her. A violent mixture of desire and anger pulsed in his eyes. Tracy had to look away down at the floor.
"I really do have to check the mushrooms," she said timidly.
"Fuck the mushrooms!" Jim yelled hotly. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I've had it! I can't take any more of this nonsense."
He stormed off in the direction of the bedroom, lugging his suitcase. Tracy went glumly back to the kitchen, stirred the mushrooms and prepared the steak for broiling. She didn't know why she had brought up the subject again after swearing to herself that it was finished. She felt embarrassed and humiliated.
She mixed the pitcher of martinis she had promised. Then she took two glasses and the pitcher and went looking for him, to apologize. She found him in the bedroom, still unpacking.
"Hi, darling," she whispered, filling a glass for him. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I've missed you so much, I guess I went kind of crazy for a minute. Please forgive me."
Her words softened Jim's anger. He clinked his martini glass to hers and smiled.
"Don't you know there's no one for me but you?" he asked, draining his glass.
They embraced again, holding each other tightly. Jim could see her loose, full tits move under her shirt. The sight made his prick stir with lust. Her eager mouth found his and she kissed him with alarming intensity.
Tracy fought back her thoughts of him and Ann Vincent together as she pressed her lips wantonly into his, probing his mouth with her tongue. She was determined to show him how much she loved him. She would make him understand how much she needed him. Jim strained forward, pushing his hard throbbing prick against her thigh. His body was tense with excitement and lust. Tracy's head reeled at the thought that she could arouse him so strongly.
But suddenly she pulled back. Her face twisted in a strange smile. Almost before she knew what she was saying, the words came out.
"Is that better than she does it?" she asked. "Does Ann do it better than that?"
Jim exploded in fury. "What!" he shouted.
He shoved her roughly away. "You bitch, Tracy!"
"Don't you dare call me that," Tracy whispered spitefully. "You can save that kind of talk for her."
Furious, Jim's hand lashed out instinctively and slapped her cheek sharply. Tracy screamed. She fell back onto the bed, terrified. Dazed, she felt her bruised cheek, still stinging from the slap.
"You've never hit me before!" she cried.
"Maybe I should have done it sooner!" Jim shouted. "Maybe it would have put an end to this bullshit! You don't deserve to be treated any better than a common whore."
"Jim!" Tracy wailed. "How dare you!"
"I'll show you how I dare," he said grimly as he grabbed one thigh and flipped her over onto her stomach. Tracy's whole body began to recoil as she realized what Jim must have in mind.
"Oh no, Jim, please!" she whimpered. "Please, no!"
"Yes? You little bitch!" he growled, his voice sharp with urgent lust.
She wriggled toward the middle of the bed, trying to escape. But he pushed her down with one strong hand between her shoulders, mashing her tits against the sheet. Tracy couldn't move. She felt his sharp hand begin to slap the firm globes of her jutting ass.
"Owwohhh! Jim, no!" she wailed in protest.
The slaps were sharp and stinging. But they felt strangely exciting, too. Jim spanked her naked ass ruthlessly, each blow of his hand coming harder and harder. Tracy screamed with pain, writing, trying to get away. But his hand held her down mercilessly.
Suddenly he stopped. But then she could feel his fingers spreading apart her asscheeks. Her bowel clenched wildly as she felt him exploring the tiny puckered hole of her rectum.
"Ohhhnnnn!" she moaned, shocked and thrilled as she felt one of his fingers invade her asshole.
It was completely new for her. It was somehow so totally new that she was caught up in the spell of it. The erotic excitement transcended the revulsion and slight pain.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he began fucking her asshole gently with his finger.
Then, abruptly, deliberately, he jammed the thick finger all the way up her ass, piercing her rudely and violently.
"Aaannnggghhh!" Tracy groaned.
Now it hun. The pain was sharp and shocking. She writhed and whimpered.
"Jim! Stop! Ohhh, please stop! It hurts!" she pleaded helplessly.
But her tortured moans only aroused Jim more. He wanted to punish her more severely for her irrational jealousy. He jammed his finger further, in and out of her tight anal passage. Tracy screamed in terror and pain.
"Aaannnggghhh! No! Oh, please stop!"
Tracy pulled away, raking the bedspread with her clutching fingers, trying to escape his probing hand. But he would not let her move an inch. Finally she sighed with relief as she felt his finger pop out of her tortured asshole.
But that was only because things were getting worse. He pulled her hips back toward him, forcing her to kneel. She had to support herself on her elbows and thrust her ass up into the air. Just like an animal! she thought with shame.
"Oh God, please don't!" she begged.
She could feel his hand digging in her pussy. What was he doing? God, it felt wonderful! Oh God, put it in me, put it in me! she thought wildly. Fuck me, fuck me!
But then she felt smearing her own copious pussy-juice in the crack of her ass. Then she could feel the hard bulbous head of his swollen cock exploring her asscheeks. It nudged against the puckered ring of her anus.
"Please!" she cried out between sobs. "Please, Jimmy, don't!"
"Shut up!" he grunted through clenched teeth, fiercely aroused by what he was about to do.
Suddenly Tracy felt as if she had been invaded by a hot spear. His prick was as stiff as an iron rod. He inched it mercilessly into her virgin asshole. Tracy's whole body inched forward on the sheet, trying to avoid the relentless cock.
"Aaannngghhhiheee! Oh! Oh God! It hurts! Please!" she screamed.
She couldn't even think. Her entire body was aflame with intense spasms, both pleasurable and painful. She could feel her husband arching over her, his gigantic stiff cock buried in her wildly throbbing rectum. She felt him stiffen and thrust, heard him grunt, and howled with pain as it sank deeper into her asshole.
"Ohhhnnnnn God, no, no!" she wailed. "Please no! God, it hurts so bad!"
But her anguish only increased his sadistic streak. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her asshole sharply with quick rabbit-like thrusts.
"Awwoonnngg! Unhg! Awwoonnggg! Ungh! Ungh!" Tracy panted and coughed, feeling totally used, debased and dirty.
Jim's dangling balls slapped against her swollen pussy. Tracy gritted her teeth and tried to make the distant pleasure she felt take over from the searing pain. Each thrust of his fierce prick stretched her asshole further, allowing him easier entry. The cruel strokes came harder and faster.
"Anngghh!" Tracy grunted. "Oh no! Noooo! Ungh! Nooo!"
She felt like he was ripping her ass apart with the fiendish spike of his rock-hard prick. He fucked her like a madman. What had she done to deserve this torture? He pulled her hips back into him, spearing her rectum savagely with his killing prick.
"Ohhhnnnn… ohhhnnnnnn God!" she wailed, tearing the sheet with her fingernails, tossing her head helplessly.
But somehow beneath the agonizing torture of it she could feel a crazy perverted pleasure. Hot sexual spasms coursed through her trembling body, too, overshadowed by the pain, but unmistakable. Her erect clit scraped against the sheet each time he fiercely impaled her on his stiff tool. Wild sparks of pleasure sprayed through her writhing flesh.
"Ohhhhnnnnn," she moaned. "Ohhhnnnnnn yessssss!"
Even the pain slowly, turned from the unbearable to delicious. Now her asshole was stretched enough so that his rough fucking of it didn't hurt so badly. The voluptuous warmth of sexual pleasure spread quickly through her body. Does this mean I'm going to come? she wondered. Will I let him treat me like this and then have a climax anyway?
"Ohhhnnnnnn, Jimmy! Urnmmmmm! Oh God!" she panted, now churning her ass back and up into his wild thrusts.
Jim was grunting and groaning now, too. His body was sweating and, tense, alive with fierce passion. The animalistic excitement of the act was so intense it was almost unbearable for both of them. He increased the tempo, plunging his swollen prick still deeper into her tight clasping asshole.
He rammed back and forth, driven by a crazy need. And Tracy received each lunge with gasping bliss. She worked her hand down into her crotch and began rubbing her wet hardened clit frantically.
"Ohhnnn, God, yes!" she gasped as the wildly intense sensations in her cunt and her asshole converged.
Jim reared up like a stallion, ripping his huge prick deep into her, making her yowl with fresh pain and unbelievably intense pleasure. Impaled and skewered on his stiff meat, she suddenly felt the floodgates burst. The orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Angh! Ohhhnnnnneeeeee!" she wailed, thrashing wildly. "Uunnnggghhhiiieeee! Oh oh oh, God! Oh, God! Aaannnggghhiiieeee!"
Her body was wrenched with ecstasy, convulsed and wracked with pleasure. And she could feel Jim coming right behind her. Her wild thrashing and howling seemed to tear the jism right out of his pumping cock. He gave a loud grunt as his body stiffened. His lingers bit into the flesh of her thighs as he gored her ass with his iron pipe of a cock.
"Oh, baby! Oh, honey!" he cried out. "Ummpphhh! Ohhnnnggg!"
And Tracy could feel the hot jets squirting into her ass. The sensation excited her so much that it brought on another orgasm.
"Anghhh!" she gasped. "Oh God, I'm coming again! Fuck me, honey! Fuck me, fuck my ass!"
Even though his climax had just about destroyed him, Jim consented. He jabbed her ass again and again with his cock, while Tracy again wildly massaged her clit. Within seconds another agonizingly sharp climax gripped her.
"Ohhhnnnn! Oh God, Oh shit, ohhhnnnniiiieeee!" she shrieked as it seized her quivering flesh. "Ohhh yes! Oh yes! Mrnmmmmm! Annhhhh! Oh yes, yes!"
When she was through coming, he took his cock out of her asshole and quickly got dressed. It had been such an overpowering experience that Tracy wondered why he didn't want to prolong it. Hadn't she paid in full? Hadn't he had the satisfaction of making her come even while he humiliated and tortured her?
She glanced up at him, tears in her eyes, hoping for an answer. But she saw in his eyes nothing but icy contempt. Even after what you've done to me? her eyes begged him. She wanted to say to him, God, Jimmy, I never knew sex could be so good. I've never come like that in my life. It was true, too.
But she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, not the way he was looking at her. His eyes drifted down over her naked ass, where his cum was leaking out of her rectum now. But the expression in his eyes seemed to say that she was the pervert, as if she had asked him to fuck her that way. And I did! she thought with sudden horror. I really did, didn't I!