When Tracy awoke the same morning to find Jim already gone, she thought it was probably just as well. Her asshole still throbbed from the merciless fucking he had given it. She knew that neither of them would be able to pretend it hadn't happened.
And even though the whole assault had given her an incredibly powerful orgasm, she still felt it was an astonishingly cruel thing for him to do. And yet she knew she had egged him on. Oh, why do I do it? she wailed to herself. Why can't I stop being jealous?
She decided she would make it all up to him. She would go into town and buy herself a new dress. One of those filmy, sexy ones Jim always wanted her to wear. Then she would come home and prepare a fantastic dinner. They could have the intimate candlelight dinner she had planned for last night.
And then they could have a long slow smoldering lovers fuck, instead of the obscene brutality of the past night. Before she got out of bed she felt her ravished bottom with her fingers and winced. She realized that the very thought of it, no matter how painful it had been, made her cunt flush excitedly with fresh juices. God, I never came like that in my life! she thought. But she put all that behind her now. She showered and dressed and rode the train into the city. Soon she was walking the sidewalks with the throngs of people, feeling happy and refreshed. The department store windows were all gaily decorated with new fall clothes. She couldn't help stopping to gaze at the new fashions.
Finally she arrived at the bank. She was preoccupied with the evening's, menu as she stepped into the bank's revolving glass door. Suddenly there seemed to be more and more resistance as she pushed on the door. She looked up and saw the big grin of Rich Peterson, one of Jim's fellow workers, on the other side of the glass.
"Tracy!" he called out. "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, why hi, Rich."
She had known Rich from the days when she worked at the same investment company where Jim and he worked. She had been a typist. Before Jim had come to work there, she had gone to lunch several times with Rich.
He was always trying to get her into bed, but at the same time he seemed to respect her wishes. If he felt any bitterness when she finally married Jim, he never showed it. He had wished them both happiness. But in her present overwrought state, seeing Rich was like seeing a long lost friend. He was so understanding, he cared for her.
Rich grabbed her in his familiar bear-hug and squeezed her tightly. The greeting was a little more intimate than she had expected, but she didn't try to get out of it. She could feel with delight her firm tits mashed against the hard muscles of his chest through their clothes.
"How are you, baby?" Rich asked. "It's great to see you again. You know, since you left the office things have been pretty dull."
"OW, don't be silly," Tracy said. "How're you?"
"Just great," he said, standing back and looking her up and down. "You sure look terrific. What are you doing in town anyway?"
"Just some shopping."
"Say, it's almost noon," he said, glancing at his watch. "Why don't we have a bite to eat together? It'll be like old times."
"I really shouldn't. I'm planning a special dinner for Jim tonight and I have to get home and get started."
Rich's brow furrowed. "He didn't tell you."
"Tell me what?" Panic began to pulse in her body.
"He and Ann Vincent are going to the Bond Club banquet tonight. Absolutely essential. Usually lasts till midnight or later."
"Oh, God, no, he didn't tell me!" Tracy exclaimed. "Maybe he tried to phone me. That's probably it. Maybe I can reach him at the office."
"I don't think so," Rich shook his head. "He and Ann went out this morning to check out the Presidential Suite we rented at the Clift Hotel for the upcoming convention. They probably went to lunch afterward. One of their little intimate conferences."
Tracy turned away, tears welling up hotly in her eyes. Oh damn, she thought, I don't want him to see me like this!
"Hey, what is this?" Rich said, turning her face toward his with a tender hand. "Is it something I said?"
"No… nothing, really."
"Look, come and have lunch with me," he said, taking her arm gently. "I think you may need a shoulder to cry on. I've got one here just aching to be used."
"Maybe they're still there," she whispered, suddenly struck with the crazy thought that she could catch them in the act. "Rich, do you think they might still be there? At the Clift Hotel, in the suite?"
"Gee, I don't know. They might be."
She knew he wanted to fuck her. She knew he had always wanted to fuck her. She used this now, snuggling up to him, rubbing his elbow with her full breasts, batting her eyelashes at him. No matter how vulgar and it seemed, it worked.
"Take me there," she said with determination.
"Don't you think that's going a little far?" he said.
"No. If he's diddling around with Ann Vincent, then I want it all out in the open."
"I thought that's what might be bothering you," Rich said.
Tracy looked at him pointedly. "Why did you think that?"
Rich shrugged. "Office gossip. You know…"
"No, I didn't know!?" Tracy said. "I guess I'm the last to find out. Are you going to take me there, or am I going to go myself?"
Rich shrugged again and hailed a passing cab. By the time they arrived at the suite it was empty. The two couples had missed each other by only a few minutes. As they moved through the richly furnished rooms, Tracy felt the fury growing within her.
She could picture Jim and Ann Vincent here, kissing and caressing, laughing behind her back at her. She saw the empty glasses and crushed cigarettes by the wide sofa in the sitting room.
"Well, it looks like somebody was here, all right," she said, barely suppressing her spite. "Looks like they had a good time, too."
She sat down on the sofa, furious with Jim. He and Ann Vincent were fucking after all! It was as plain as anything! And after all his protests of innocence! He was just a shifty liar!
"Ah, here it is," Rich said, finding the door to the liquor cabinet. "I'll bet you could use a drink to… steady your nerves?"
Tracy bit her lip, refusing to cry in front of him. She knew he had only her best interests at heart. But she couldn't let him know how devastated she was. She turned her head away quickly to prevent him from seeing the first hint of her tears.
"I'll have whatever you're having," she said in a strangled sort of voice.
She stared out the window while he fixed the drinks. What should she do now? Ask for a divorce? If she brought it up again, would he perform another brutal rape on her as he had done last night? The fucking hypocrite!
She noticed her reflection in the glass of the window. Her face was drawn and tense. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her mouth was compressed into a thin tight line. She tried to loosen up as Rich approached with the drinks, but it was difficult.
"Cheer up," he said, handing her a martini. "I'm sure everything will work out all right. You shouldn't jump to conclusions."
Tracy didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she drank off about half the martini in one gulp, feeling it warm her blood instantly. Suddenly she felt odd being alone with Rich. It also seemed almost as if she could smell the stench of sex odors left by Jim and Ann Vincent. Feeling funny, she stumbled toward the sofa. Rich caught her arm.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I don't bite."
"Oh, I know that," she half-giggled.
"You just need to relax. Come and, sit down with me on the sofa over here. Here, I'll bring the martini pitcher over."
Feeling giddy but really not caring about anything, Tracy sat down on the sofa. She kicked off her shoes. Then she drained her martini glass, which instantly filled up again as Rich stood over it with the pitcher.
She was feeling the effects of the alcohol now. She was giddy and flushed. All she wanted to do was forget everything. That fucking hypocrite, Jim, her husband! Somehow Rich had turned on soft music, which filled the room pleasantly.
Tracy began to feel drowsy, and warm. She stretched out on the sofa, lying back and feeling the tension drain out of her. She felt Rich slip a pillow under her head and smiled at him without opening her eyes. Then she drifted, drifted dreamily…
It was impossible for her to know how long she slept. When she awoke it was to the feeling of hands unbuttoning her blouse. Thinking she must be dreaming, she didn't open her eyes until she felt the clasp between the two cups of tier bra being unfastened.
Suddenly she recalled where she was! She opened her eyes with a start. Rich was crouching over, completely naked. She couldn't help noticing the hard-muscled virility of his bronze body and the stiffness of his throbbing cock. His hands were already cupping her naked tits.
"No!" she cried out. "Oh no… no!"
"Shhhhh," Rich whispered soothingly. "It's going to be okay. Just trust me, Tracy. It'll be okay."
She knew she should hop up and run screaming from the room. He hadn't even asked her if she wanted to do this! But somehow she was paralyzed by his soothing, hypnotic voice. And his clever hands on her body made her pulse with excitement.
Oh, I've got to stop him! she thought. But she was unable to move. Rich's face was filled with hot desire for her. As he lowered his mouth to her swollen nipples, she could feel her heart beat madly. She thought of Jim and Ann fucking right here, where she was lying now, just hours ago. And the thought made her enraged with jealousy and the desire for revenge!
"Ohhhhhnnnnn!" she moaned as his mouth closed over one of her nipples.
"Tracy, you're so beautiful," Rich murmured as he sucked her nipple, removing the rest of her clothes at the same time with his hands. "I've never seen such a beautiful body as yours."
"Oh, God!" she gasped, knowing she wanted him to fuck her, shocked by her own eagerness to commit adultery.
Now they were both naked. She ran her hands all over his hard lean body. Rich began to explore her body with his mouth and fingers, tenderly probing and searching. He kissed her in places where she felt she had never been kissed before, certainly not by Jim, who had fucked her more than anyone else ever, had.
At the same time she let her hands wander down to Rich's groin and grasp his thick twitching prick. She was fascinated to note that it was just about the same size as Jim's, fat and long, its shaft as rigid as an iron pipe. She wanted to feel it sliding in and out of her, driving her into mad cries of abandon.
But suddenly another idea struck her. What perfect revenge it would be! It was what Jim had always wanted. Now she would give it to Rich instead.
She began twisting her body around so that she could reach his groin with her mouth. Rich realized what she was doing and made it easier for her.
"I want to stick you," she gasped softly.
She held his large pulsing cock in her hand and swallowed dryly. It thrilled and terrified her. She had never had a cock in her mouth before. She leaned her body up so that he could sit in a comfortable position on the sofa.
Her eyes were riveted on his huge bulging cock. It rippled with engorged veins. Its massive head was bulbous and glossy. God, he's going to came in my mouth? she thought in a brief charge of panic.
But she couldn't turn back now. Rich caressed her cheek with the knuckles of one hand. Then he dropped the other hand to her tits, squeezing them and twisting the thick nipples gently. He was breathing hard, too.
"You've never done it before, have you," he whispered.
Tracy shook her head slowly. "But I want to."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. Then she opened her mouth wide and put her lips over the flaring head of his cock. She lowered her head and felt the huge thing slide past her lips and teeth and ride along her tongue toward her throat.
Rich gasped sharply. His hands closed over her cars and she sucked his cock deeply into her mouth. Rich groaned and panted. Tracy swirled her tongue around his straining prick, bathing it in warm spit. She took it all the way into her mouth, then let it out slowly, sucking hard as it withdrew.
She still wanted him to fuck her, now more than ever. Her whole trembling body cried out for it. What if he came in her mouth and then he couldn't fuck her? She would die of need!
But she had never felt anything like the hot hard prick that stabbed her throat, filling her mouth with straining rigid flesh. The thought of her own relief left her as she gobbled him. She gagged with crazy joy when he twitched his hips convulsively and fucked upward into the roof of her mouth.
An enormous feeling of power came ever her, which increased her sexual arousal. She had the key to his satisfaction in her mouth! She could manipulate him, control him, give him an orgasm or refuse to. She let his rearing cock slip out of her mouth and kissed and tongue-stroked it up and down its length. Rich groaned and panted.
My God, I never knew it could give a man so much pleasure! she thought, sucking it back into her mouth again. She realized from the familiar jerky tension of his body that he was very close to coming. But her own need to be fucked receded behind her excitement at having brought him to this pitch of sexual excitement.
Already she could taste the preliminary fluids that came before his climax. To her surprise, the taste did not sicken her. Instead it aroused her further to know that he was so close. Oh, God, you're going to come, baby! You're going to camel she keened to herself, sucking him crazily. I'm going to make you come! I'm going to drink you and swallow you! Come, baby, come!
She grasped the root of his cock with her hands, pulling the stiff pole up straight and then plunging her head up and down on it. She crammed her mouth full of it, trying with her lips to touch her fingers that were coiled in his pubic hair.
Rich stiffened and gagged on the intensity of the sensations in his prick. Panting fiercely, his strong hands forced her head down.
"Aaaoounmmphhhh!" he grunted. And before Tracy knew what was happening, her mouth was filled with hot spurting fluids. So much of it spouted out of his flexing cock that she could do nothing but swallow quickly so as not to be drowned in warm jism. And the more she gulped, the more seemed to spill into her mouth.
She drank it greedily, wondering how he could have so much. The horror she thought she would feel at swallowing cum was nonexistent. Thirstily she licked and drank his jism until no more would come out of his prick.
Then and only then did her own needs take over. She noticed that even though he had come, his cock didn't fall down.
"God, you've sot to fuck my cunt, too!" she gasped.
Quickly she straddled his thighs with her knees and lowered her soupy pussy directly onto his cock. Her whole body shuddered with fantastic premonitions of ecstasy as she felt the long shaft ride up into her.
"Oh, Rich," she begged, "fuck me! Fuck me, too! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, before he wilts!"
"Fat chance of that," he grinned, crushing her body against his roughly.
Tracy soon realized that he was right. His phenomenal cock – unlike her husband's – after he had come, showed no signs of losing its power. Furthermore, Rich's sexual appetite seemed to have increased rather than diminished.
His strong fingers bit into the silky flesh of her back. His mouth found her neck, her shoulders, her throbbing tits. His lips tore at her sensitive nipples.
She bounced her cunt up and down on his tall, stiff tool, shimmying her hips with wicked abandon. She squealed and whimpered with uncontrollable passion as he fucked her up and down mercilessly.
Tracy had never fucked in such an unusual position before. The novelty of it excited her even more. She held his head in both hands, feeding her aching nipples into his wild mouth, grinding her pussy down into his up-jerking cock.
"Ohhhhnnnnn, God, ohhnnnnn, God, Rich! God, it's so good! Fuck me! Ungh! God, it's so good! You fuck me so good!"
Rich seemed to get back his initial strength as he fucked her. Soon he was holding her squirming hips, jamming her wet slit down onto his upthrusting root. Finally he wrestled her down onto her back on the sofa.
"I want to fuck you hard," he whispered, panting wildly now.
"Oh! And I want you to!" Tracy moaned, raising her legs in the air.
Her pliant body wriggled and thrashed under him as he began to plow her fiercely. He speared her wet pussy again and again with his long cock, bringing cries of mad passion from her constricted throat.
"Oh! Ohnnnnnnn, God, I'm going to come, baby! Hard, hard! Ohhnnnnn, yesssssss!"
Suddenly the long thin knife of Tracy's orgasm began to cleave her in two. She felt like her body was being torn apart by the hot blinding force of her climax.
"Aaannnggghhh!" she howled. "Aanngghiieeeee! Ohgn! Oh, God yesssss! Aaannngghhiiieeeeee!"
Her body was convulsed in a hundred spasms by the intense pleasure that pulsed through her. She grabbed Rich and pumped her cunt into his cock, wanting him to come again too, if he could. But he was more interested in making her enjoy the full depths of her own orgasm. He kept fucking her until the last ounce of pleasure was squeezed out of her hotly throbbing pussy.
"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" she gasped as the intensity of her explosive climax finally waned. "God, Rich, if I'd only known you would fuck me that way a long time ago!"
Rich grinned. "Honey, if you'd stuck with me instead of Jim, you could've had a thousand just like that one."
Tracy gave his cock a sharp friendly pinch with her talented cunt muscles. She kissed him passionately on the mouth.
"Ummmmm," she smiled. "Does that mean I'm too late to start."
Rich could hardly believe his good fortune. "As a wise man once said," he grinned, "it's never too late."