The ride home was made in silence. Andy was tight-lipped and his expression was grim. Several emotions struggled inside him as he turned into the familiar driveway of his house. Lola sat beside him seemingly engrossed in her own thoughts. For one thing Andy still couldn't believe what had happened to him earlier. He had almost been unfaithful to Lola, and what's more with his own sister-in-law! In addition to that, he felt frustrated because he had not actually been satisfied himself. It was shameful to admit it, but he still wanted Denise's snug little pussy, and not nibbling around his fingers next time.
Somehow this made him furious. Furious most of all with his wife, on whom he blamed the whole thing. He blamed her for having such a brother as Rudy in the first place and for idolizing the worthless prick as though he were some kind of prince. He blamed her for giving him such a hard time sexually that he was an easy prey to Denise's overtures. For in spite of the fact that he had apologized, Andy knew that he had done nothing to start the torrid finger-fucking scene in his office!
Andy pulled into their driveway and got out of the car, walking behind his wife, staring at her swaying hips.
Once in the house Lola headed immediately upstairs without saying a word to him. He knew that she was probably going to take one of her famous baths. Lola liked water. "I'm a water sign," she'd told him once. "A Pisces. I guess that's why showers and baths are so important to me!"
Andy stood in the living room, growing angrier by the minute. The realization that he himself had been unfaithful, made him wonder whether or not Lola was. That would certainly explain a hell of a lot of things about the way she acted, he decided. In fact, this suspicion explained too many things, and Andy felt his blood boiling. He fumed for a few more minutes and then went upstairs where he heard the water running for her tub. Obviously she was in the bathroom getting undressed. The mental image of her smooth curving surfaces of warm naked flesh – flesh that might have recently been touched by some other man's hands – drove him wild.
Before he'd really thought it out, Andy was pounding on the bathroom door.
"Open up!" he shouted. "Goddamn! Open up!"
Inside, Lola was just sinking down into the incredible silky warmth of her bath. The water was scented with a special oil that she'd sent away for. It was called "Devil's Magic" and had an interesting spicy scent unlike most bath oils.
Lola looked forward all evening to a good deep tub of steaming water, and now that her bath was being so startlingly interrupted, she felt a sudden flare of anger.
"What do you want?" she said. "The door's open, for heaven's sake!"
Andy stalked in and stood glaring down at his wife's naked body. Her proudly uplifted breasts were half-covered by the deep blue of the perfumed water, and the rest, hips, thighs and golden triangle of cunt could be seen like undersea treasure through the slight distortion of the water.
"What's the matter with you?" Lola asked tersely, not liking the expression on his face.
"A lot!" Andy said, not quite knowing now which tack to take. "A lot's wrong."
"Oh yes?" Lola looked up at her husband. She supposed that he was angry because she hadn't let him touch her since the night he'd taken her so passionately on the bed. Well, if she had anything to say about it, it would be a long while before he touched her again! Sex, she thought, that's all that's on his mind! Abruptly the young wife decided to take the initiative in order to put Andy off balance, to get him on the defensive.
"Well, a helluva lot's wrong for me too!" she said.
"Like what?" Andy said loudly. "I do everything you ask. I give you every damned thing you want!"
"Hah!" Lola said. "Don't kid yourself!"
It was the first real argument they'd had. The first one where each dared to say things beyond the polite honeymoon phrases.
"What?" Andy's eyes bulged in disbelief. As far as he was concerned, he had gone overboard to be good to Lola despite the fact that she was often sullen and stand-offish, not to mention stubborn and self-willed. And lately she'd taken to ignoring him. Just acting as though he wasn't there at all!
"You heard me!" Lola began to wash her face with the soothing water. What a bore it was being interrupted like this! How dare he anyway!
"You won't find anyone else who'll take the kind of treatment you give me!" Andy blurted.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Lola replied. She was washing under her arms now, and Andy could see the fine gold hairs that she refused to shave. It looked like two other little cunts under there.
The word "ridiculous" stung, and Andy knew that he was being just that. But somehow he couldn't help himself.
"There are lots of people who'd dig being married to me!" Lola said suddenly, thinking that she ought perhaps to have married someone else.
"You mean there are lots of people who want to get into your pants!" Andy retorted.
He was pleased to see Lola sputtering in the water. She had just rinsed her face again and now the water ran down in tiny rivulets as Lola angrily reached for a towel. "You crude son of a bitch!" she snapped when she could speak again. "Get out of here and leave me alone!"
But Andy wanted to press his advantage. At least he was getting a rise out of her. "No!" he said. "I have every right to be here!"
"You don't own me!" Fire leapt from Lola's eyes as she glared at her husband.
"That's why you wag your ass at every man within a hundred mile radius, right?" Andy was really getting going. He stood with his arms folded, a sardonic half-smile playing about his lips as he spoke. Casually, he leaned against the sink, while Lola seemed to be looking for something to throw at him. The wash cloth went flying past his head and landed with a splat in the sink. And then Lola stood up and started to get out of the tub.
"I don't have to sit here and listen to your insults. Pick some other time to make an ass of yourself, not when I'm trying to take a bath!"
"So you don't think you have to listen to me?" Andy's voice was belligerent. Clearly, he was thinking that some other man had found the clue to his wife's sexual happiness. A clue which he had mistakenly thought he held for himself.
Lola faced him fearlessly, anger making her bold. A towel draped around her wet nakedness was all that covered her beauty. "That's right!" she said, "You can't even get Foster to give Rudy that job as roving reporter!"
"Rudy!" Andy was so stunned by this statement coming at the end of a day so fraught with emotion that he froze for a moment.
As he stood there, Lola took this time to flounce past him, heading out of the bathroom. As he watched her, color and feeling gradually returned to his face. He saw the towel she'd been clutching give way a little to expose the naked roundness of her ass-cheeks. The breathtaking sight drove him into a frenzy and he lunged at their resilient softness with a sudden growl that made Lola scream with fright.
The blonde weather girl had miscalculated. She had no idea just how angry her husband was. She had never suspected that he'd had Rudy's name tossed at him too many times for that day.
With amazing strength Andy pulled his frightened young wife back into the bathroom. Before their marriage he had been a man filled with self-confidence, but now he was reduced to nothing by the mere mention of his wife's brother's name. In addition, he felt that somewhere in the conversation they had just had, Lola had tacitly admitted sleeping with someone else.
"You little whore!" he growled, holding onto her slippery wet body that wriggled fish-like trying to escape. "You were nothing but another dime-a-dozen typing pool secretary when you came to the network. And now you think you're hot stuff because you screwed a few people and got to be a weather girl? Shit! I could have you replaced with the cleaning lady tomorrow… if I wanted!"
Andy realized only after this speech that he was shaking his wife so hard that her teeth were rattling and her head was snapping back and forth. He spun her around once and then around again.
"No," he said furiously, "I don't want to see your face. Show me your ass! That famous Lola ass that everybody says is so great!"
"You're crazy!" Lola screeched. "I never – ever!"
But Andy had to do something to put his stamp upon this woman, something to prove to her and to him that he was the dominant one in their family… that he would not tolerate unfaithfulness! A wild look was in his eye as he kneaded the fleshy nakedness of Lola's ripely squirming buttocks, ignoring her attempts to get away and her almost incoherent words, which were now alternately pleading and threatening.
At this point Andy didn't care what Lola said, and he didn't care about pleasing her. It was a welcome change!
Steadily, his erection grew as his wife's complete helplessness became more and more apparent to him. It wasn't even so much a matter of physical force, but more a question of her not being able to get to him, to twist his heart and mind around with her very being. Christ! He could do anything to her!
Oh God! Her husband was deranged, Lola was certain of it! How could she have failed to recognize the signs? Why she should have known the moment that Andy started pounding on the bathroom door like that! But the past few days she had been in a kind of fog. Her thoughts were constantly weaving back in time to the days when she was a kid, living with her mother and father and brother. Flashes of memories kept creeping up on her at the most unexpected times. The most unusual things kept reminding her of some past event and the present now seemed pitted with holes. For example just when she was being her most glamorous, most self-assured, she would suddenly recall the day her father had spanked her. He'd only spanked her once that she could remember, but the shame of it still lingered. But why had he spanked her? She seemed always on the verge of remembering, but it was never quite clear.
Now, Lola tried to keep her wits about her. It was important that she not anger Andy any further, otherwise he might really be capable of harming her. She forced herself to remain motionless, even when she felt him release one of his grips on her. He was undoing the zipper of his pants, she was certain of it. Well, if all he was going to do was make love to her, if that was all he wanted… she could take that. She could survive that. Perhaps if she appeared to be cooperating he would change his attitude and come to his senses.
"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to make love?" Lola tried to turn around to look at her husband. She was using her most seductive voice.
"I didn't just want to make love!" Andy snarled back. He had his heavy-veined penis in one hand. "I wanted to find out if you were fucking anyone else."
Lola gulped nervously and instinctively rubbed her naked buttocks backward against the upstanding rod of her husband's pulsating cock. He was holding her by the waist now. "Anyone else! Don't be silly. I wouldn't ever do a thing like that! You must know that!"
"Well if you're not screwing somebody, why aren't you interested in sex?"
"But I do want to make love. I do want you to…"
"Don't give me that crap!" The normally even-tempered newsman shook his wife by the waist and then used his right hand against the back of her neck to force her to bend over. As she bent, Lola whimpered, "It's true. I want you. Take me now! Take me the way you did the other night!"
"So you can stop speaking to me right afterward? Right after you've had the orgasm of your life? I'm not that stupid! No, baby! Tonight you get punished – the way you should have been punished before!"
Lola bent way over. Her hair hung down and her view was of the bathroom mat, the sink bottom and an edge of the tub. She closed her eyes. Nothing she said would matter now, she could tell. Andy was going to punish her. He was going to punish her no matter what! Then through the vapors of memory came the image: her father's hand coming down hard and she lay across his knee. Her naked buttocks stinging with pain.
Andy positioned himself behind the bending blonde woman and felt his penis pulsing with a brutal impatience. Using his thumb and forefingers, Andy slowly and deliberately parted the groaning girl's naked ass-cheeks to expose her frantically puckering little anus.
He heard his wife moan in shamed despair, and then with a lewd smile on his lips he bent forward and began kissing and nibbling the softly resilient flesh.
"Ohhhhhh?" Lola whimpered in surprise and raised her head slightly. She had been sure for a moment that he was about to strike her.
"This is what you enjoy, isn't it?" he said angrily. "Someone who'll kiss your ass all the time?"
"Noooooo!" she said, shuddering at the strange wet feeling back there. It felt cold, horrid… and yet disquietingly pleasurable. It was so obscene, she thought, and then shivered as she felt her self control beginning to melt away. It was as though the intense lovemaking to which Andy had subjected her after their torrid scene in the car had loosened up many hidden elements of her psyche. And the fact that this was happening to her now – and her body was betraying her to its hungry needs – seemed to her disturbed mind to be an extension of the inner upheaval of her world.
"Nnnnnngh!" Her husband's tongue flicked teasingly in the crack of her widespread ass-cheeks and sent chills of lewd delight running up the spine of the independent young blonde.
Her father's hand coming down, again and again on her naked ass-cheeks. Her cries for him to stop! His voice rising, her yelling at him as her bottom warmed up and then began tingling… tingling… tingling.
Abruptly Andy's wetly kissing mouth was gone and he was standing upright behind her. "Move," he commanded, pushing her back toward the tub.
"But what…?" Yet Lola moved, helplessly. She felt like a child, yes, a child being punished. But what had been her crime?
"Now bend over!" Andy growled, pushing her torso downward. "Bend over the tub!"
Trembling in trepidation, Lola did as she was instructed, her long blonde hair falling forward over her eyes, almost touching the blue perfumed water of her bath.
"How would you like for me to shove my big cock up your ass?" he snapped, the anger and excitement contorting his voice. "That's even better than being kissed on the ass, isn't it?"
Lola's face reddened and her mouth gaped open in acute mental pain. She felt so exposed, so transparent.
Her father had discovered the horrible thing she had done. And now she was being punished for it! But she was guilty! She deserved it!
"Oh God! Please, Andy… please don't. I'll be a good wife… I've been a good wife. No… NO!"
Andy brought the lust-swollen head of his long hard penis up to the tiny opening between her naked buttocks. He stared at the frantically puckering little opening for a second then began shoving forward, pulling his wife's helplessly kneeling body back towards his rigid shaft of pulsating manhood.
"Aaaaaagghhh! Please, Andy, don't! You're hurting meeeeeee!" she screamed, but it was no use. With thrust after brutal thrust, he rammed his hotly pulsing penis farther up into her tight little anal opening. With each savage jab, she gasped and moaned, but her piteous cries only excited him more, and he began to fuck rhythmically up into the agony-wracked depths of her virginal back passage, bringing loud wails of protest and shame from her pain-contorted lips.
Digging his fingers viciously into her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, the lust-inflamed newscaster began to piston the thick rigid length of his sodomizing shaft in and out of her painfully stretched anus with long punishing strokes, pulling tiny pink ridges of her tender rectal flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew each time for another vicious lunge inside.
The gasping blonde jerked and quivered on the cold bathtub rim as an extra hard forward movement seared far up into her tortured rectal passage. She could hear his animal-like grunts of lewd delight echoing in the bathroom, and somehow the crude sound triggered some masochistic response deep in her belly. Suddenly, in spite of her discomfort, she clenched her anal muscles tightly together trying to increase the growing sensation of pleasure his hotly pulsing penis was wringing from her.
"Aaaaaagh, God! It's tight!" he grunted, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut in obscene enjoyment.
Before either of them became fully aware of what was happening, Lola started to move backward to meet each forward lunge of his sodomizing shaft, lewdly undulating her naked body and swinging her buttocks in wild little circles as she clasped his organ tightly with her muscular sphincter ring on the outstroke.
God, Lola thought, what's happening to me? It actually feels good! And with this knowledge, the last vestiges of her self control evaporated under the intolerable heat of her lust. She wanted more of his male flesh. More. More!
Andy's body shuddered with lewd delight now as his passionate blonde wife thrust her impaled buttocks back to meet each powerful stroke of his wetly glistening cock into her widespread anus. It was all too much. The pleasure too intense! Any second he was going to shoot his pent-up sperm far up into the warm spongy tightness of her anal passage.
Andy could see long strands of her pale blonde hair lashing from side to side inside the tub as the subserviently kneeling girl gasped and moaned and bucked her naked body wildly back against him. He smiled in lewd triumph as he heard her shrill cry and felt the involuntary twitching of her rectal muscles. The hot little bitch was about to orgasm.
"Cum, cum!" she implored, hysterically, as she fucked frantically back at him. "Cum with me, darling."
From behind her, incoherent groans tumbled from Andy's throat as he shoved forward with one last piercing thrust that almost rammed through the convulsing walls of her belly as his cum exploded in spurt after spurt up into the ravaged depths of her rectum. Lola lifted her cock-impaled buttocks high into the air and pressed back against his hairy loins while his ejaculating sperm continued to fill her back passage to overflowing. Then as she groaned in satiation, Andy collapsed over her naked body.
After a long while, Lola felt his weight lifting from her. The exhausted housewife tried to pull herself erect, only to tumble forward on her face down on the soft bathroom rug. She lay there, not daring to look up, her arms and legs limp, her vaginal and rectal muscles still spasming with the memory of her overpowering climax.
When she finally mustered the strength to rise, she saw that Andy was gone. On rubbery legs, she walked to the door, locked it, then returned to the tub where she lowered herself. Then she turned on the warm water and let it rise up and caress her bruised and aching loins.
There was a soft smile on her beautiful face as she closed her eyes dreamily. In a moment she heard a timid knock at the door. The knocking continued, and she heard Andy's voice call out her name. When she didn't answer, the knocking finally stopped. Lola remained in the tub, soaking herself, deep in thought… occasionally smiling in remembered pleasure… occasionally grimacing as some rectal muscle twitched in protest.