Bill was due home today! Diane glowed.
It seemed like years now since he had left and she hummed a tune along with the radio as she dusted and polished the interior of the house in preparation for his arrival. She knew that he would question why she was in such a happy mood when he arrived home. Usually when he left on one of his important business trips, she spent the days building up resentments and frustrations until she could barely keep from exploding the minute he walked in the door. But this time was different, in more ways than one. For some reason, she felt as though she had changed, had grown up in the last four days.
Maybe it was just the first time she had ever really been forced to face something alone, the lovely, blue-eyed girl mused as she withdrew the carpet-sweeper from the hallway closet and began to drub it back and forth across the rug. God knows, it was a dreadful enough ordeal for anyone to endure and yet she was not completely sorry it had happened. She still felt just as regretful and ashamed as ever of having enjoyed another man pumping his wildly excited sperm into her behind her husband's back but Jack Green's words yesterday afternoon had given her her first taste of personal pride. All her life, people had been wonderful to her because they admired her or thought she was pretty or something else like that, but the grizzled caretaker from the next estate had praised her because he thought she had truly earned it. There was a world of difference.
She felt a strange new sense of power, as though she could do almost anything she set her mind to. And the really odd thing was that she had realized after she came home last night that she had never really disciplined herself about anything, except maybe making herself comfortable. Out of this newfound self-confidence, she had perked up and groomed the dogs, even cleaned all the kennels from top to bottom before darkness fell.
Ordinarily, it was a job that Bill did on Saturday afternoons, usually while she dawdled around the house, resenting the time he was spending away from her.
It was astonishing, she thought to herself as she looked over the freshly-cleaned living room, actually horrifying that she could have been such a silly selfish idiot all this time. It was not that she was kidding herself into thinking that all her problems had suddenly been solved miraculously by the adulterous sexual encounters with Jack Green in her home, and in the woods yesterday afternoon, but at least it was a start. For the first time in several months, she felt real hope that she and Bill would be able to work out their petty marital differences. She still thought the wisest course would be to keep silent about all that had occurred this week. It would be such a waste to have Bill's natural jealousy interfere with the new mutual understanding that was going to bloom between them after he arrived home today.
She had finished her housecleaning and realized with a start, as she wandered around the house looking for any odds and ends that still needed doing, that the dogs had not been inspected for several hours, not since she had taken care of them very early this morning, and now she still had several hours to kill before Bill arrived home. She gazed thoughtfully out of the living room window toward the kennels behind the house, then impulsively walked out of the living room and across the back yard toward Wolf's compound. After her wonderful experience with him yesterday afternoon, she felt a new affection and respect for the fantastic beast, one that not even her uneasiness about the rightness of what had happened could diminish. She would bring the dog inside to keep her company until Bill arrived home.
"Hey! Down, down, Wolf!" Diane laughed as the huge dog almost knocked her over in his eager rush to get into the house, a treat he was unaccustomed to. A light rain had fallen the night before and, as he jumped up joyfully on his beautiful mistress, slobbering wet kisses all over her face in gratitude for being let inside, his muddy paws smeared his footprints all over the front of her frilly blue housedress.
"Oh, Wolf, look at me!" she scolded after she pushed the big dog back down to the kitchen floor and saw that the outfit she had worn especially for Bill was marked and streaked with huge black and brown paw prints. The excited German Shepherd had also smudged the linoleum-tiled floor with wet splotches of mud from his feet.
"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed as Wolf began to race happily around the kitchen, sniffing inquisitively at everything from the dishes drying on the drainboard to the huge steak she had taken out of the freezer for that night's celebratory dinner. The dark tracks over the floor showed exactly where the tremendous creature had been and she realized that now she would have to mop up the kitchen all over again. "I should have made you wipe your feet," she said lightly as she moistened a terrycloth dishtowel to wipe all the mud and wetness from the animal's furry paws.
"Come on, boy, you can wait in the living room while I change clothes," she ordered as she tossed the dirty towel into the kitchen sink. The obedient dog followed happily behind her as she led the way into the next room. She watched him settle down on the carpet in the middle of the room and then, satisfied that he was relaxed, headed off toward the bedroom, stripping off her soiled dress as she went.
She could not decide what she wanted to wear. With Bill gone, she had not even been able to go to the laundromat in town and nearly everything she owned was either dirty or inappropriate for his homecoming. Her fair young face drooped into a thoughtful pout as she stared into the closet, rifling with one anxious hand through the array of garments inside. The young beauty considered wearing one of the sexy nighties that he liked so much, to surprise him, but she shook her head in a negative back and forth motion, obviously displeased with the idea… Even though her enterprising young husband would never know about all that happened to her during his absence, it seemed unfair of her to try to lure him into bed so soon after she had been fucked half senseless by another man… not to mention her obscene delight in his canine hero's unnatural licking of her naked loins. She was sincerely remorseful about everything and knew that it would take some time before she could overcome her guilt sufficiently to feel right about making any genuine sexual overtures toward Bill. She had resolved most of her anxiety, it was true, but she was also aware of the fine line between her stoic acceptance of what she had done and the strong self-doubt that had made her life a nightmare after she had responded to Jack Green's obscene caresses.
She was slightly sweaty from the exertion of her work that morning and decided to take a shower in an hour or so, and let the final decision about what to wear wait until then. Stripping off her panties and brassiere, she dropped the soiled lacy garments into a heap with the muddied dress and slipped into a pretty gingham-checked smock that was decent enough if anyone happened to come to the door.
The beautiful young blonde woman walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, picking up a ladies' magazine from an end table beside her. She leaned back into the cushions and stretched her legs out casually in front of her. It was the first peace and quiet she had really experienced since Bill had left last Sunday and she was enjoying the change of pace. An item in the magazine on the care of pet dogs caught her eye and in a minute she was thoroughly engrossed in the article.
Then she felt the couch stirring slightly and she looked up to see that Wolf had clambered up onto the cushions beside her. She frowned at the dog and snapped her fingers, pointing to the floor at her feet. But the big dog only whined softly and dropped his mammoth head on her sun-tanned knee, his cold nose nuzzling under her cotton dress to rest in the warm crevice between her smooth creamy thighs just below the blonde patch of her pubic hair. She shuddered and chilled from the unexpected sensation of the dog's cold wet nose on the sensitive flesh on her inner thighs and the warm blast of his breath against her uncovered genitals beneath her dress.
"Oh, no, you're not going to start that again," she warned him sternly. But he paid no attention and renewed his effort to reach the hidden source of the female scent that fascinated him. With a powerful downward push, the big dog succeeded in opening Diane's tightly-clenched thighs with his nose. He ran his tongue wetly over the full length of the narrow pink slit that came into view. Her clitoris came immediately to life and throbbed as the hairy beast's long moist tongue slid wetly over the sensitive bud. She found herself responding without conscious thought, her hips writhing back at the dog, moving of their own volition, until it fully dawned on her what she was doing.
"Back, Wolf, back!" she snapped, pushing his face away determinedly with both hands. The huge brute moved off the couch reluctantly, only to sit and place his front paws on the back of the sofa beside where she sat, his hindquarters beginning an obscene humping motion against the edge of the couch. Diane watched aghast as his glistening, scarlet penis slipped out from its hairy sheath, dripping lewdly. The tapered point jabbed and danced in the air as he tried futilely to bury it in the cushion. The hot scarlet of his stabbing member contrasted startlingly with the darker muted color of the plush couch cushion. Unnerved, she wracked her brain for some way to stop the great beast before his untimely animal lust got completely out of hand. She moved to rise to her feet, planning to lead the mountainous German Shepherd by the collar out to his run, but a sudden snapping growl from the huge creature froze her where she sat.
"Get down, Wolf! Stop it! Stop it… right… now…" Her strident authoritative tone began to fail her and then died out completely as the dog's long, prong-like fangs appeared in a menacing snarl. She was paralyzed, numb with fear at the dog's abrupt change of character, not daring to move as Wolf lowered his forepaws from the sofa and prowled the carpeted floor around her feet. Ominous sounds rumbled up ceaselessly from deep in his powerful chest and he suddenly thrust his snout between her slender ankles, wedging his brawny shoulders between her curving calves as they came unwillingly apart. Feeling the panicky sense of helplessness returning like a chronic disease, Diane tried to clench her thighs and buttocks tightly together but the dog muscled powerfully between her straining knees.
No, no, she thought frantically to herself, this can't happen again!
It had finally seemed as though she had gotten everything under control, but now…
For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to twist away from the strange attack, but another threatening snarl made her fall limply back onto the couch.
"No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in desperation, hoping that a new combination of words would make the rutting animal retreat.
As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great panting head down to the narrow hair-lined slit between her forced-open thighs and licked at the wetness, sliding his soft red tongue along the thin hair-fringed slit up to the hot little tip of her clitoris. It was just as he had done before. She was helpless against the dog's intense determination to keep her trapped on the couch, and felt her ripe young body trembling and jerking under the tempting stimulation. This is sick, she raged to herself; it's unnatural and perverted. But as she tried to wriggle into a safer position, the monstrous dog's long tongue snaked out again, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, lingering at her tiny puckered anal mouth where the pointed red tip pushed and probed, trying to force its way past the outer ring of soft rubbery flesh. The young housewife's nervously-tensed thighs quivered at the forbidden sensation and a deep moan spilled from her open lips. The husky dog's slathering wet tongue was forcing her toward excitement in spite of her revulsion at the thought of enjoying the unnatural stimulation.
Diane groaned despairingly as she realized she wanted still more of the mind-blurring, debasing stimulation. Her natural resistance was fading under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and suddenly the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy like a thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her, heedless of the sobbing, tearful objections that came spontaneously from her mouth. The last remnants of her self-restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks against the face of the aroused animal, drowning in the weird obscene sensations of his slithering tongue against her shamelessly aroused loins.
Before she realized what was happening, the dark-haired dog pulled away from her willing vagina and reared up to place its forepaws on the couch above her pinned shoulders. She gasped as she saw the creature's glistening red penis slip out from its furry casing, its tapered point dripping and dancing in the hot valley between her wide-spread thighs. The dog began to shiver and tremble, trying to bury the blood-red tip into her luscious ready body. Her mind reeling in a confusing daze of sexual need and debasing humiliation, she looked up at him through her wide eyes watching him over her nakedness. Then, as though a demon had taken over her will, she thrust hungrily upward with her buttocks in a mechanical attempt to capture the lengthening shaft of flesh between her swollen cuntal lips. She heaved upward towards the long scarlet organ as though she were a rutting bitch herself, and the very thought of herself as another bitch animal in heat like those out in the kennel sent another electric tingle reaching deep into her belly. She could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing even more and her heart pounded loudly like a jungle drum.
Groaning, she pulled her thighs up tight against her over-spilling breasts, turning up the flat plane of her silky loins in a frantic effort to capture the jabby fleshy spear. The desire-maddened dog pushed forward wildly as he struggled to implant the pointed tip of his dripping cock between her thighs, striving to shove it into her until his pinkly tapering hardness sank all the way into the wet opening, popping cruelly into the tightly-clenched little hole with one quick forward lunge.
With a strangled cry, Diane twisted to one side in an effort to escape the sudden animal impalement. But having tasted his first success, the lust-driven dog returned to the attack with all the barbarousness of a Tartar, mindlessly, savagely humping against her tiny hardened clitoris and slipping his flanks down to thrust between the naked lips of her white-hot pussy.
At last, Diane grasped the dog's slippery prick without shame and parted her cuntal opening to assist him, holding her breath as he began to stroke into her, inch after inch of his long, thick cock disappearing into her with each new pile-driving thrust of his hairy flanks. Suddenly her frail young breath hissed out of her body in a high whistling sigh as the great cock slipped into her all the way and began to slam up into the moist cavern like a fleshy spike being pounded deeper and deeper into a tight moist tunnel.
Wolf's forelegs dropped down on either side of her smoothly-curved hips, trapping her, and she began to undulate her quivering young body, her tightly-clenched buttocks grinding upward in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the wonderful animal-fucking that she was receiving from the German Shepherd. Her face was twisted with ecstasy and her full taut breasts jiggled lightly, moving in time to the throbbing dog-cock as it spiraled up into her vagina like a rampant drill made of hot flesh.
Oh, God, she moaned, relishing every vicious slam of Wolf's prick into her hotly raving cunt. She was being screwed senseless by a German Shepherd, his huge dog-cock filling her slim belly and pushing her inner organs higher and higher until she was afraid they would rupture and be pushed all the way up out of her mouth. It was tearing the soul from her body, driving it out of her with every powerful stroke. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his hot cum up into her pussy, aching to be filled with the dog's lewdly-building sperm. That was all that mattered to her now. She was reveling in her defilement, uncaring, no longer capable of thinking about sex as right or wrong or thinking of anything but the tremendous shaft of hard animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her wide-stretched pussy, causing her to hump back hungrily up against the dog's hairy, jerking body like a female animal herself.
Small droplets of moisture were forming in the juncture of Diane's erotically-rotating thighs, glistening and sparkling in the light as they trickled down over her smoothly gyrating buttocks onto the couch, sometimes sticking to the dog's sperm-laden testicles as they slapped wildly against her nakedly upturned anus with each downward stroke. Her rounded ass-cheeks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her approaching climax, and she screwed up greedily against the beast like a woman possessed.
Suddenly a piercing scream came from her passion-twisted lips and she rammed up violently against the dog just as he hunched forward and his cock began spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents far into the depths of her voraciously clasping vagina. The young woman's crazily grinding buttocks began to pitch and toss wildly on the cushions of the couch as her own thrilling climactic upheaval exploded deep in her belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly-squeezing cunt as she milked hungrily at the dog's thickly-jerking penis, drawing out every last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky cum fluids streamed down the cream-white fullness of her buttocks, creating dark stains in the velvety fabric of the couch below.
At last, the deflating cock of the drained beast slipped from her mauled passageway with a lewd wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the room. Then, in a last act of bestial depravity, the dog dropped to the floor and lowered his furry muzzle between her widely-splayed thighs, lapping at the warm viscous animal sperm still dribbling from her well-fucked young cunt. He gulped it thirstily until eventually there was none left and then he turned away to lumber across the living room. Diane listened to Wolf whining happily and unconsciously assumed that he was searching for a place to rest. Then suddenly she heard the unmistakable click of the door latching shut, followed by the soft padding of the dog's paws descending the outside steps.
Gradually the realization of what she had just heard dawned on the blonde girl's tortured mind. Her blue eyes fluttered open and her face fell in utter paralyzing disbelief. Bill was home!
"Well, Diane, that was quite a performance. I didn't know that either of you were so accomplished," her husband's voice rasped from where he was standing inside the door, his suitcase on the floor beside him. "Do you do that often while I'm away? Is that why you didn't worry your pretty little head about putting me off that way before I left? You knew you had something better waiting as soon as you could get your stupid husband out of the house!"
Diane's shame and humiliation were beyond words. At that moment she wished for death, for unending sleep and escape from the reality of herself – a wanton slut who would use anything or anyone at her disposal to quench the wildfire of passion raging within her.
"Oh, darling," she sobbed despairingly from the couch. "I don't know what happened… I couldn't help it… I…"
"Yeah, I could see you hated every minute of it, you bitch," he snarled, reviling her tearful plea for understanding. "I'm just sorry now that I didn't pick up one of those little floozies hanging around my hotel. After being married to you, I could use a good lay for a change! And to think that I even missed you, you slut! Jesus, Diane, I knew you were selfish, but this is simply beyond belief!"
"No, no, darling, you don't understand! Please, let me tell you what happened?" she pleaded. Then she gaped in horrified disbelief as her husband began to tear off his pants, draping his shorts and trousers over the back of a chair at the entrance to the living room. His prick was jutting out from his hairy loins like a flashy sword and he wore an ugly grin as he crossed the room to where Diane sat cowering on the sofa.
"Notice my cock, baby," he spat out venomously as he stood in front of her, his hands clenched defiantly on his slim hips. Smiling coldly at her stricken expression, he continued, "That's right, I have a hell of a hard-on. Watching you screw that Goddamned dog is a lot more exciting than listening to you whining day and night about how I don't love you enough. Hah! That's a joke! Does Wolf love you enough, baby?"
Oh, God, if she could only tell him about the mind-breaking horrors she had endured at the hands of Jack Green and his own precious dog, she knew that her husband would not be cruel. But she had vowed to keep the terrible secrets. "Darling, you must believe that… I… I… love you," she said weakly.
"Well, that's a thrill," he sneered. Then with an evil grin, he commanded her, "Turn over, dog-fucker, and lean over the back of the couch. I can see that normal sex just doesn't turn you on – so I'm going to give you something you'll love!"
Unthinking, willing to do anything to please him now, Diane twisted around on the sofa, changing positions until she was kneeling with her body resting on the back cushions. She felt her husband move closer behind her and his rough hands rudely grasped the smooth oval globes of her buttocks, pulling apart the soft yielding moons.
"Now, take my cock, you cheating little whore, and put it in your asshole," he ordered her in a voice thin with anger. "I'm going to give you something you'll never forget!"
Without conscious thought, his beautiful dazed wife obediently reached back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. Her husband's long, thin cock leapt in her hand and he thrust impatiently against her as she worked the bloated cock-head up and down the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long stiff member with the warmly flowing animal sperm that still trickled wetly from her ravaged vagina. She still had not fully comprehended his curt command until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his eager cock up from her drenched vaginal lips and into the warm valley between her upraised buttocks.
Behind her, her dark-haired husband gazed down at the gratifying spectacle of his long thick prick wedged up against her luscious virginal anus. He had always dreamed of fucking his proud young wife in the asshole and now he had the perfect opportunity to do it and not worry, for a change, about when the spoiled girl felt sufficiently loved to bear the initial pain for his sake. His sperm-bloated balls tingled with angry desire as his fingers sunk cruelly into the soft flesh of her pliant white buttocks, pulling them apart, wider and wider until the tiny brown hole parted a little. Suddenly understanding the fiendish nature of his intentions, Diane began to squirm and whine, but she could not manage to elude his grasp.
She felt the end of his finger start to probe at the entrance of her exposed rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered opening tightly in a desperate effort to prevent the awful penetration that she knew would soon come. Bill continued to jab for a minute at the sensitive outer edges of the small brown elastic circle and then suddenly shoved forward with a sadistic grin on his handsome face, sinking the finger in with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Diane jumped forward from the pain, a gurgling moan rising from her throat. She suffered as he moved the finger around in little rotating motions and gradually the agony lessened. She relaxed a bit until she felt the extra pressure of a second finger ram unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did hurt and she jerked away in an effort to escape the painful entry. Her husband pulled back, though, and continued to move the two fingers inside her painfully-stretched rectum.
Oh, God, Diane thought as tears of pain and humiliation rose to her eyes, he was really going to make love to her back there and there was nothing she could do about it. She would never live through this – would never be able to face herself again after this ultimate degradation and subjugation. Even what had happened with Wolf had been child's play compared to this… How foolish she had been to ever think that perhaps Bill would understand what she had been through this week! she mused as a tiny spark of righteous anger kindled in her anguished brain. Her beloved husband was a devil, a horrible fiend!
Diane tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Bill but it was useless. He held her firmly with one hand as he wormed his fingers in and out of her with the other, turning and twisting them in the tight narrow hole. The pain lessened more and more until gradually she felt a slight sensation of pleasure from the unnatural reaming. She was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of the fingers in her rectum when suddenly Bill pulled them out of her.
The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her lush legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending delicious shivers coursing over the beautiful girl's back.
Then, Diane felt Bill's hands jerk her hips higher, driving her full breasts more firmly into the back of the couch. Her flint-eyed husband peered down at the tiny hairless circle of her anus and smiled bitterly at how completely she was subjugating herself to his desires… now when it was too late to make any difference. He grasped harshly at her soft hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his long, slender cock in the moist naked split of her cunt, running it up and down the full length to moisten it with her own guilty wetness. Then, he guided the pulsing cock forward until it touched the slightly-stretched little anal mouth and moved it around, lubricating the tiny cringing hole. Diane gasped in fear at the first startling contact. God, it would never fit! It was too big! She tried to move forward again but he held her solidly.
"Darling, don't do this to me… to us…" she groaned back at him.
"You weren't all that worried about us when you were getting fucked by our prize German Shepherd," he mocked her.
She felt his hairy loins behind her and his hard cock searching and probing into her upturned buttocks. Then, she felt a direct jabbing pressure between his hands that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into an unresisting blunt hardness.
"Billlll, noooooo! Aaaaaggghh!" she finally screamed as she felt the tight resisting nether ring giving way before the unyielding pressure of his cock, its head popping into her with a jerk. She screamed again and then groaned ceaselessly as the blunt intrusion of her own husband's cruel shaft vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft velvety flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves before it. She groaned with pain as it sunk deeper, deeper, deeper… on and on into her until she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her vagina below.
Bill was inside her, in her asshole, all the way up to the hilt!
He paid no attention to her anguished cries and began to fuck viciously and without mercy into the soft depths of his young wife's sweet, tight asshole, bringing further sobs of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up behind her and began to plunge the full length of his punishing cock into her with long smooth strokes. Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured rectum. She could hear his grunts of sadistic pleasure floating through the silence of the room around them and suddenly she hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him, even though there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Then, despite the pain, she clenched her anal muscles tightly together in an attempt to pull out his cock at its very roots.
"Aaaaaaaah, Gawwwwd," her husband groaned, throwing back his head in ecstasy from the feeling of her warm clasping anal flesh enveloping his cock. She was sorry momentarily when he cried out, but she could not stand still and do nothing while she was being brutally fucked, even though the pain was lessening now. In fact, the sensation of his cock-head riding deep into her rectum was starting to send little darts of warm pleasant feeling in her stomach, as though she had a second cunt and was slowly learning how to enjoy its use.
She moved backward to meet the forward thrust of his stiff prick, undulating her body and swinging the cheeks of her round ass in little tight circles, clasping her anus tightly shut as he withdrew mightily on the out-stroke. Bill rammed into her with fresh power, knowing that she was beginning to like this depraved ass-fucking, the feeling of being impaled on his long staff like a sacrificial piece of choice animal flesh.
"Oooohh, yessss," she moaned as he slammed harder up into her belly, pushing her forward and down until her breasts were smashed flat against the back cushions of the couch. He felt her tighten her anal muscles again and again around his hard thick length buried in her back passage. His cock throbbed crazily and he flexed it up deep in her rectum in an answering signal until he feared the head would explode from the pressure around it like a burning hot, tight-fitting glove.
Her obvious surrender added to his excitement and in a vengeful effort to torture his wayward wife, Bill pulled his imbedded cock almost all the way out of her rectum until just the blood-inflated tip rested inside the hot rubbery passage, then grinned as he saw her try to squirm her nakedly-writhing buttocks back tighter on its rigid length.
But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well, and with a hoarse moan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into her smooth yielding behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the house. His sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the pale afternoon sunlight in the room. He had now completely lost control of his obscene lust and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of his wife's stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost painfully and his hardened prick felt as though it were about to explode in the rubbery tight grip of his gorgeous wife's vice-like back-passage.
Below him, Diane was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to rattle and shake from the steady battering of his loins against her buttocks. She could feel herself being split open wider and wider from the power and pressure he was exerting deep up inside her. She wanted to shout back obscenities at him and plead for him to use her however he wanted to vent his pent-up angry lust on her helpless nakedness.
She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething creamy liquid deep into her belly, to mingle his juices with the wetness of those of the huge German Shepherd she had let fuck her moments before.
Then, suddenly, Diane heard him gasp and groan behind her as he hammered the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting, velvety rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum again. She mewled with delight. The boiling lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed into her buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.
Diane felt the warmth of the first delicious torrents of his white hot liquid spread through her stomach and surge through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her own creamy cum fluids streaming from her open cunt below, trickling down her inner thighs to mix with the dog sperm saturating the cushions below.
Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt her husband begin to withdraw his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-flooded anal passage. There was a slight, embarrassing little farting noise as it slipped out from between the full white globes of her buttocks and a sudden rush of cool air laved the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she sprawled in exhausted satiation, face down on the couch.
Her body felt pillaged and subjugated beyond belief and her mind was numbed by the certainty that her marriage was ended.