Seven more days until Rod came home. Then it was six. Then five. And four. Three, two one. And she was wide awake, opening the drapes in the bedroom to allow the first rays of morning sunshine in and, today, Rod would finally be home.
The time had passed so fast and Gail had tried to cut down on her nightly drinking but found it impossible. To compensate, she became maniacal about cleaning the house and having everything neat and in its place. She made endless trips to the laundromat and spent hours scrubbing and polishing the floor. She sat, drinking, planning the home coming meal in her mind with endless changes. She polished what silver they had for three nights running. And tried to decide what she would do.
And, now, she stood in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes and looking at the morning sun over the city. In the year since Rod had seen her, she had changed. Her face was somehow older with the beginnings of hard lines on her cheeks and an odd look in her eyes. It seemed sad at times. Other times it seemed to smoke with a repressed emotion. A kind of masochistic smile on her lips when she looked that way.
And Rod had changed. Driving to the airport, she didn't know what to expect. Rather, she imagined they would see one another and rush into each other's arms. Or, she would see him and rush at him, that old feeling for him real when she was in his presence. Somehow, it wasn't at all like that. She had stood in the airport lobby, listening to the great whoosh of incoming planes and the rising, screaming whine of the great jets taking off and absently glanced around and saw him, Rod, standing looking at each other.
They walked towards each other slowly, each intent on the other, each knowing that the other had changed. They walked toward each other like people who had dated once years before. Gail's smile was warm and friendly "hi".
Rod stood looking down at her. His face was older, harder, thinner. Also, he seemed taller. "Hi."
"You've lost weight," she said.
"So have you." And, for the first time, he smiled, crow's feet appearing at the corners of his eyes.
"Welcome home, Rod."
"Good to be home, darling."
"Are you all right?"
"Of course I am," he scoffed. "How about yourself?"
"I'm fine now that you're here."
"Same here." He stepped forward to take her in his arms.
"Rod?" And her hand shot up, stopping him.
"What?" he asked, squinting.
Gail hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it and, as glimmers of tears danced in her eyes, she said, "I love you."
"And I love you, honey," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Rod?"
"Yes?" he murmured, fighting for her lips.
"I need you!"
Rod gave a satisfied little laugh and hugged her tight. "And I need you too. Boy, did I miss you!"
"I mean I really need you!" she sobbed.
"Okay. I'll never go away again."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
They left the terminal arm-in-arm laughing. Rod drove home with Gail snuggled close beside him, trying not to think of what she had done in the car.
Rod insisted on carrying her into the apartment and put her down, taking off his tie and coat. "Wow. I don't believe it. Fix me a drink after a nice long kiss."
She had stepped into his arms and felt his kiss and sensed his lack of ardor. Something, a little indefinable something told her that all was not right. Fearful that she might, in some way, some reserve, give away the all consuming lust she had had for her brother, she rubbed her hips against him and brushed her thighs back and forth.
Now, it was he, who pulled away. Her first numbing fear was that, in some way, he knew about her and his brother-in-law. If Lee had told him! She stood frozen by fear, waiting for the scalding word to come out of his mouth. Incest!
Instead, he waved a hand and said, "I'm sorry, it's me. Look, a lot has happened and it was a long flight and I'm dead on my feet. How about that drink?"
She exploded in relief. "Of course! How would you like it? On the rocks with a little soda?" That was the way he used to like his drink.
Rod looked thoughtful. "Better make that neat."
"Neat?" She looked at him questioningly.
He nodded. "Neat."
He looked so different to her standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. Thinner, yes, but changed around the eyes and mouth. Even his attitude was different. She smiled and spun from him, saying, "One neat scotch coming up." In the kitchen, she poured herself a drink that was pretty generous. To cover up, she poured more scotch in his glass.
They sat on the couch together, holding hands, eagerly telling each other any and all big news they had. Rod said he was on leave for a month then only had to report back for processing on his discharge.
"Will you be going back to your old job? Have you written the advertising agency?"
Rod looked down at the floor, took a big drink, then let his head flop back on the couch. "No, I haven't."
"Are you going to call them?"
Rod looked vague. "No, I'm not."
"Why?" Gail bit her lip.
"Well," he gave a little laugh, "I don't think I want to be in advertising any more."
They both took quick drinks and Gail took their glasses to the kitchen and poured bigger drinks. Sitting next to him, she looked at his face and knew he was troubled, that he had come to some new understanding of himself. Having gone through the problem with horrendous consequences, she was sympathetic. Could she, for a few moments, forget her own deep problems? "What do you want to do, then?" she finally asked.
He shrugged. "That's it. I don't know." He gave a little laugh. "I don't have the slightest idea what I want to do."
"Maybe you want to go back to school?" she asked hopefully.
He made a face and took a deep drink. "Nuts. All those long hairs running around and rioting and mouthing off about a lot of causes they don't even understand." Rod was up on his feet and it seemed like he was letting out some of what was bothering him so Gail sat quiet as he talked on. "I'm too old for that crap. Listen, to them, it's all a game. They're over here and bad mouthing and thinking they've got the problems of the world licked and they don't even know what it's all about."
He was striding about the room, drinking, staring off, shooting glances her way while he talked on. "There they are and there I am. There I am in my little chopper, taking off, doing it from the manual, doing just like in training only I'm not in training, I'm in Vietnam and my chopper is loaded down with wounded men. Men blown half apart by land mines and men with their faces blown off by booby traps and kids bleeding, their life blood spilling out of them."
He paused for a moment, drained his glass then went on. "Sometimes I was so loaded I had stretcher cases lashed to my landing pontoons. Sometimes I had such a load of wounded, I couldn't get too much altitude and I'd have to fly between the hills and I'd look out at those guys and see them looking at me with those eyes and sometimes those bastards up in the hills would fire on us."
He paused and Gail got up to take his glass. "Honey, I'm so sorry."
Rod raked a hand through his hair and scoffed. "I'm sorry. Doing a job like that day in and day out can warp your perspective."
Gail shuddered. "I'll bet. You've seen too much suffering."
Rod gave a harsh laugh as he followed her out to the kitchen and stood watching as she mixed the drinks. "It's more than just that. It's the whole God damn country. Corruption everywhere. In the towns, it's all black market, whores, and dope."
Gail looked at him. "Really?"
"The whole place is miserable. There isn't one decent person in that whole stinking country. Sometimes, I just wished I could put it all down and walk away from it. Just say the hell with it."
"What did you do to keep from going crazy?"
Rod took his drink, took a big swig then tilted his glass in a little ironic toast. "Well, booze, for one thing."
Gail cocked her head. "For one thing?"
Rod looked at her seriously. "Yes. Pot, for another. Don't look so shocked or upset. Everybody over there smokes it. The stuff grows wild all over the place. Everybody does it. And with good cause. Keeps you from going nuts and busting the place up."
"I… didn't know," Gail said, wondering if she should tell him she had smoked it, wondering if she should tell him anything about Lee having been there. "You never wrote me about it."
"It's something you don't write home about." With a shrug, he grabbed the bottle and walked back into the living room, sprawling on the couch and saying, "Let's have some music or television or something."
Gail followed him. Her mind was a mixture of emotions and conflicting thoughts. She had hoped he would be calm and strong and take charge of their life and be someone she could lean on; someone she could love and trust and perhaps, someday, confide in and tell all of what was burning in her soul and groin. She needed to tell someone what she was going through and that someone had been Rod. Now, here he was; restless, disillusioned, bitter, drinking, unsure.
The fact that he had confessed he had smoked pot in Vietnam had a double effect: first, a relief in that he had done it too; a way, in fact, of admitting she had done it with Lee and a way of opening up the subject. Yet, at the same time, there was the realization that, if he had smoked pot, he had felt the way she had and he could have found it easy to find willing girls.
"And what else did you do?" she asked, sitting next to him and beginning to feel the blissful relief and relaxation from the booze.
Rod looked mystified. "What else did I do?"
"To keep from going crazy."
"Over there? Oh, the usual. Crap games, card games. I told you about the boozing. Movies, when we could get them. And the dope," he added, waving the bottle a little drunkenly.
"And what else?"
He looked at her owlishly. "What do you mean, what else?"
Gail tried to look coy. "No women?"
Rod gave a humorless laugh. "Naw."
"Come on, you can tell me."
"Say," he said, pausing to drink, "What kind of guy do you think I am?"
"Like every other husband far away from home and lonely, and upset," Gail said with an expansive and tolerating wave of the hand.
"No, not me," Rod answered, looking down at his glass.
"I hear those Vietnamese girls are pretty cute. I've seen them on the news. Some of them are knockouts," she said, teasing, moving closer and letting her hand stroke his thigh.
"Yeah, some of them are, but those aren't the bar girls. You can't get near those girls."
"Yeah, but I bet you didn't have any difficulty getting near those bar girls."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, a couple of times we fooled around. Couple of the guys used to make out, but I never did more than buy them a couple of drinks."
Gail threw her hand to her mouth and laughed. "I bet. Come on, Rod, I love you. Are we going to have secrets from one an other?" she asked, amazed at her own excitement and lack of guilt. A wild thrill ran through her. She felt like Lee. It was a lewd thrill that made her lean forward, her lips wet and parted, her eyes half closed, her breast brushing against his shoulder as she whispered, "Come on, tell me about it."
Rod burst away from her, getting to his feet. "All right," he said, waving his glass. "So I did. Just once. That's all. I was drunk and lonely and hadn't heard from you for a long while and I met this girl and went and did it."
"I wrote you every day," she said, a little defiantly. Even though it appeased her conscience a little to know that he too had been unfaithful, it hurt her pride and she felt a pang of jealousy creep into her being.
"The mail was held up lots of times and I'd get a whole lot of letters at once," he alibied. "Anyway, that's no excuse. Honey, forgive me. Try to understand. She meant nothing to me and I was lonely and I didn't even enjoy it."
Triumph, a lewd and wicked kind of triumph came over her. With a lewd smile, she knew she had him. She got up off the couch, put down her drink and walked to the bedroom door. Turning to him, she began to languidly unbutton the front of her dress. "Was she any good?" she asked in a low voice.
Rod, still standing in the center of the room, watched her with narrowing eyes. "No, just a girl."
"A prostitute?" she asked, slipping one snowy shoulder free and revealing she was wearing a black half-bra that barely caught and contained a rounded and billowing breast.
He drank from his glass, watching her with greedy eyes over the rim. "Yeah, she was a prostitute." She slipped her other shoulder free and stood with the dress falling past her tight slim waist and catching on her beautifully rounded hips. "What did she look like?" she murmured.
He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, all right. Say, what are we talking about her for?"
Slowly, provocatively, she shifted her weight from hip to hip and Rod felt his cock give a jerk as he saw the red of one nipple working its way loose from her bra and the dress slipped lower on her hips, revealing she was wearing a scarlet garter belt. "Was she good looking?" she persisted.
He was now looking at her body, at her inviting, bare midriff that undulated as she moved her hips in time to the music. "I already told you," he said, finding his mouth suddenly dry.
With a slow, shimmying movement, the dress slithered to the floor and she stood in stockings, high heels, black bikini panties, red garter belt and a flimsy half bra that her heavy ripe melon-breasts were bouncing out of. "Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, her voice low.
Rod gulped at his drink, draining it and standing looking at her loveliness. Her long tapering legs seemed to curve all the more as she raised one and bent the knee across her body, seeming to hide her private loveliness but only exposing one taut cheek of her buttocks as the panties rode up into the deep crevice. With an enticing look, she whispered, "Why don't we go in here and talk about it?"
Slowly, she turned, revealing the full impact of her pert buttocks half naked and alluring, and walked into the darkness of their bedroom. Without a word, Rod watched her go, watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the naked cheeks of her buttocks. Hastily, he poured himself another drink and gulped it down and followed her into the bedroom.
He found her on the bed, on her back. Her huge breasts had flowed out of the bra, her nipples red and distended. Her breasts seemed higher, jutting upward with the help of the bra and she lay with one leg bent and across her body. Slowly, she straightened the leg and spread both of them. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her body, his eyes zeroing in on her crotch where he could plainly see the imprint of her vagina on the tight black band and several tiny curling strands of her pubic hair sticking out. And, as he watched, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, she let her hips undulate ever so little.
With a cry, he was on the bed and crashing on top of her, fully clothed, his mouth on hers and his hands running up and down her body. He was shocked and surprised with the intensity and abandon of her response. She ground her hips up against him and her hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it off him while her open mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran wild in his mouth.
They writhed together, as he felt her hip bones jutting up and his hands ran wild over her body, rudely grabbing her breasts, her buttocks, then, with a guttural cry, cupping his hand over her cunt and feeling it hot and swollen and moist under the panties. He rolled off her and was surprised how quickly she sprang to help him out of his clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his cock bulging beneath them, it was Gail who fought his hands away and forced him to lie back while she pulled them down, his cock flopping into sight and waving erect.
She threw his shorts on the floor then propped herself above him on her arms, smiling down at him. Tantalizingly, she let her breasts skim over his chest, her nipples being prickled by his chest hair. "Was she good to you?" she asked in a whisper.
Passionate, drunk, he was bewildered.
"Was who good to what?"
"The girl, the prostitute," she said with a smutty smile. "What did she do to you?" As an incentive to answer, she lowered her body until her hot silky stomach was just touching his cock. She rocked slowly back and forth and then up and down, applying just enough pressure to tease him and roll the foreskin back. Rod groaned. "Oh, wow, it's been so long. What difference does it make what she did?"
"None," she cooed. "But I want to hear what she did to you?" she asked, putting her stockinged knee between his legs and forcing them apart. Slowly, she let her weight come down on him, her breasts bulging in front of his face.
"The usual," he said, running his hands down her back and snapping her bra loose and letting his hands go on down to where they touched the top of her panties. Slowly, he tugged them downward as she lifted her hips to allow him to do so.
"And what's the usual?"
"You know."
"No, I don't. Tell me."
"You know."
"Tell me!"
"They… they did what most of the girls do."
"What's that?" she asked with smokey eyes, feeling her excitement mount. It was almost as good as being with Lee. She would get him to tell her what the girl had done to him and she would, in a kind of subjugation, do the same to him.
"Well, they sort of make love to the guy."
"How?"
He closed his eyes. He was being driven mad by her writhing body. Half drunk, having confessed to sex he thought: what the hell. "They sort of put. Well, they used their mouths."
"Ohhhhhhh." It was a low exclamation of understanding and pleasure that came from his wife. Slowly, she began slipping down the length of his body, her mouth licking, kissing, biting. She paused to nibble at his chest, sending a crude feeling of lust scorching through his groin. She made a wet trail across his stomach, pausing to probe her tongue into his navel, then slip on down to, with a jerk, and a moan, he felt the hot wet tip of her tongue flick across the end of his cock. He raised his head with a dazed expression and saw her over his cock, her mouth open, her tongue out, her eyes closed and her face radiant with lust. While he watched, he saw her wet her lips with her tongue and slowly open her mouth wide and take his cock in her mouth where he felt a rubbery wet softness. Slowly, her lips taut as a rubber band, she began to bob her head up and down.
His head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt her begin to expertly suck as her mouth and tongue moved over his rockhard shaft. It had been awhile since he had had a woman and his body writhed convulsively and he fought against a lewd pumping of his hips which he knew from experience would heighten the feeling yet wasn't something he should do with his own wife.
His wife!
The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. Here she was, acting like a Vietnamese whore, asking him what they did and then doing it! Somehow, it wasn't right. Yet, it felt so good and it was fun. But, with Gail? Sweet, innocent young Gail?
The thought that his pent-up passion was getting out of hand and he would, like she was some common whore, shoot off in her mouth, suddenly become appallingly real. Frantically, he tore out her head, pulling her away with all his strength.
Gail got her breath and brushed the hair out of her eyes, whispering softly, "What's the matter, darling?"
"Nothing. Just getting kind of excited, that's all," he said, gasping.
She squeezed his cock with her hand and said, "Isn't that the whole idea?"
"Yeah, but I might cum!"
She tilted her head and looked down at him with a strange lewd smile. "So?"
"Well… it's not right."
She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly. "Not right? What did you do with that girl? Didn't you cum in her mouth?"
At her use of the word, "cum", he stiffened. She never used to talk like that. She had changed. As he remembered, she was always responsive, but shy and passive. Drunkly he tried to remember if she had ever gone down on him before. But, his lust couldn't be denied.
"Well," she asked again, "Didn't you cum in their mouths? Didn't you like that?"
"Yeah," he admitted, "But that was different."
"How? Did they do something that I don't do?"
"No! I didn't mean that. I mean it was different. That was her job."
"And this one," she said, squeezing his cock again, "Is my job."
She bent her head again and he felt her hot wet mouth close over the mushrooming head of his cock and felt her warm slippery tongue slide around with the tip licking over the entrance to his prick, trying to tantalize the hot male juice out. He moaned with delight but couldn't let his wife behave in this way. He reached down and tried to lift her head with both his hands.
Gail responded by locking her arms around his widespread thighs and sucking with all her might, her head bobbing as fast as she could.
"Gail!" he gasped, "Stop it, stop it, God damn it!"
They fought, with Rod pulling her hair until he was afraid it would rip loose, then trying to wedge his hand down to push her face away. His fingers felt the diamond hard erection and her lips swooping down and touching his fingers. His shaft was wet and a low lewd thrill ran through him as he felt her lips slip down and suck on the tips of his fingers. One of her hands coming from under his muscular thighs, seized his fingers and guided them and encouraged them to grip the shaft of his cock and, with a lewd moan, he grabbed it and pulled the foreskin further back, feeling her lips and tongue exploring new contours of his prick. With a greedy lust, he stroked the skin back and forth as he groaned and moaned with pleasure while below, his wife increased the rhythm of her sucking.
With a shock, he felt her forefinger probing the tight crevice of his buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny puckered anus. Nothing but the most depraved Vietnamese women ever did that! He had heard about it but never had anyone do it to him. Now, at home, his wife's forefinger was flicking back and forth, sending shivers up and down his spine as she sucked with a wild abandon on his cock!
He was going wild, nearing a monster orgasm. It was not right to do a thing like that with your wife, he told himself and he fought with a renewed effort, using all his strength, not caring if he hurt her or not, only concerned with stopping what they were doing. They tossed back and forth and he fought, trying to pull out from under her and, as he did, he felt her finger pop into his anus and he gave a yell. Despite himself, despite all his struggling, he found his hips pumping in rhythm to her sucking and he writhed and pumped and, with a desperate effort, rolled over so that she was under him.
The lewdness of their pose sent rockets exploding in his skull. He was on top of her, his cock still in her mouth, her arms still locked around his thighs. With a wild hoarse cry, he began fucking her in the mouth as though it were another cunt. He couldn't help it, it felt so good and the whole thing was better than any Saturday night whore he had ever heard of. Her finger was slipping deeper into his anus as he thrust in and out and he fought with her again, turning over once more so that she was on top of him. Then, with a wild cry and wild thrust, they twisted and tumbled off the bed and fell to the floor where he landed on top of her.
She was sucking harder than ever, holding on to him with all her strength and all reserve, all morals were gone and abandoned. He was going to fuck the shit out of her. He pumped in and out of her mouth with all his might while her finger sawed in and out of his anus and her lips were like a vacuum stopper around his cock, sucking hard.
Now he was fucking into her roundly ovaled mouth viciously, pumping in and out with all his might, lewdly banging her head down on the floor as he suddenly threw back his head and yelled, "Aggghhhhaaa!" and pumped white hot sperm deep down into her hungrily! He felt her sucking still and looked down to see her cheeks ballooning between her legs. He saw his cock swelling with each explosion of cum and saw her swallowing hard and sucking for still more and, as her finger gyrated in his anus, he felt he would never have a sweeter orgasm ever and the sight of her greedy sucking sent secondary spasms coursing through his body and he came again and again, gradually collapsing and falling to one side as she turned with him, still sucking his deflating cock. Soon, he was flat on his back on the floor, relaxed, his eyes closed, feeling her over him, sucking the last bit of cum from his soft cock then licking it clean. Then she stopped and he felt like falling asleep.
He raised his head and saw her walking quickly from the room, her buttocks twitching up and down. Jesus, he thought, and I haven't even fucked her yet!
She came back quickly with the bottle and two glasses. She knelt beside him, her breasts naked and tempting as they quivered, and poured two drinks. "How was that?" she asked, handing him a drink.
Rod drained his glass and handed it back, gasping for breath. "That… that was out of sight."
Gail looked pleased and leaned over him, one nipple near his mouth. "I'm glad. What else did they do?"
"Who?" he asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.
Insinuatingly, she rubbed the nipple across his lips. "You know. I'm hot. That was good. I'll do that to you again."
Despite his fatigue, he felt a tremor of excitement grow in his prick. "What else did they do to make you happy?" she asked, persisting.
He looked at her, doubtful. "Aren't you mad or jealous?"
She drank and smiled down at him. From her eyes, he could tell she was getting smashed. "No," she said, slurring the word. "Oh, a little, but I understand. You were far far away from home."
"Yeah," he said with a smirk, taking another drink from her. What the hell, he thought, she's excited because I'm home. "Some of them were pretty good," he said, drinking. He had just about decided they both would get drunk and make some more love.
"What did they do?" she asked with her eyes glazed from more than booze.
"Oh, the better whorehouses had shows," he said with a bragging kind of nonchalance.
"What kind of shows?" She seemed to be eager to know. It was almost as if talking about such things meant as much as the actual thing. "Well, strip shows and shows with girls making love and shows with girls making love with animals."
"Animals!" she squealed. "I don't believe you!"
"Honest. I saw one girl with a dog and another girl with a donkey. Honest. I talked to the girl with the dog and she said no man could ever satisfy her again after she had a dog. Can you imagine anything so depraved?"
Gail squirmed closer, her hand playing with his prick. Against all he wished, he found it growing harder under her gentle ministrations. "What kind of a dog was it?"
"Big German police dog. Belonged to the Saigon police department."
"And what did it do to the girl?" she asked breathlessly.
"It fucked the life out of her. In her ass," he added softly as though an afterthought.
Gail's heavy sigh and strange excited expression was the first real sign to him that something was wrong. He fought with his alcohol befogged mind. She was never this way before. Something had happened. What could be the truth dawned on him in a frightening way. Just as he had been busy with whores in Vietnam, so she could be busy with men back at home!
He started to prop himself up on his knees but his wife had gotten up and was standing over him, pulling her scanty panties off as he watched. She stood, clad in nothing but her high heels, stockings, and garter belt. Swaying from drunkenness just a bit, she stepped, placing a leg on either side of his head and Rod threw his head back and looked up.
The sight inflamed his lust again and he felt his cock swelling painfully blood full and erect. She stood above him with her hands on her hips, her legs apart and he looked up her long legs and could see the glistening slit of her cunt buried in her dark pubic hair and the tight deep crevice where her plump buttocks met. Slowly, as he watched, her hips began to gyrate and her legs spread apart. He saw her hands coming down and caressing her pubic hair and he saw her forefinger slide its lubricated way up and down the length of her cunt and she began to slowly spread her legs, kneeling as she did so. Above was her slim stomach, now heaving with desire. His mesmerized eye traveled on up, up to where he saw her great breasts jutting out, almost obscuring her face. Between her cleavage, he could see her chin tilted, her head thrown back.
His hands began caressing the insides of her calves and ran on up to stroke the insides of her thighs and, as he watched, he saw her fingers form on the lips of her vagina and slowly pull it open and wide. The glistening red walls of her cunt were now visible to him. As he watched, his cock now ramrod hard again, she began to slowly gyrate. The sight was too much for him as he saw her cunt twitch and gape, one of her fingers running in and coming out wet and her buttocks moved in a rubbery way, expanding enough for him to see a glimpse of her anus.
He wanted to lick her cunt; something that he had never done. Certainly not with the Saigon bar girls. No telling what kind of diseases they had. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even as she was bending lower, spreading her legs wider while her fingers toyed with her throbbing little clitoris and slipped in and out of her cunt.
He pushed her away and got to his feet and she fell back, her breasts jiggling obscenely. "Do you want me to suck you some more?" she asked. Her reaction was strange, for he thought he saw a lewd thrill run through her body, making her tremble. There was an odd look in her eye, like she wished for him to make her suck him again.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet and spun her on the bed where she sprawled and spread her legs. She lay there, her arms thrown behind her head, her breasts heaving with passion as she rolled her buttocks under and started her hips in a long slow pumping as if some invisible cock was fucking in and out of her.
Rod watched, aroused, as she squeezed her moist cunt together between her soft thighs and trembled with lust and desire. She writhed and undulated before him, her hands coming down to cup her breasts. He crawled on the bed, panting, kneeling between her legs and lying on top of her, his cock held away from her cunt. He felt her long legs wrapping around his body, pulling him in while her buttocks squirmed under him, yearning for his prick. A wild excitement, spurred on by his drinking and her wantonness, made him say, what the hell, might as well go all the way. His mouth by her ear, he whispered. "There was this girl who showed me something once."
"What!" she whispered back, her voice excited and breathy.
"Tell me, I'll do it!"
He pulled away from her and said, "Roll over on your stomach." Instantly, she obeyed, lying flat with her head averted from him. If he could have seen her face, he would have found it glazed with a masochistic kind of lust. Instead, Rod found himself gazing at her smooth firm buttocks. They were perfect and their sensuous symmetry made him stare down at them, fondle them, feel their warmth and soft rubbery firmness while Gail moaned pleasantly. Lewdness had them both caught in its iron grip now as Rod thought of steamy drunken nights in Saigon whorehouses where anything could be bought for a price and Gail closed her eyes and dreamed of Lee and their night in the drive-in. Could she have gone back to that camper and been gangfucked by all those teenage boys? What was it Lee had said? Something about being liberated? Yes, she thought, her mind confused and boiling with lust, when I give in, I'm free!
"Spread your legs!" Rod whispered hoarsely, feeling his cock grow erect and hard against his flat stomach. He watched as she obeyed, spreading her legs as far as possible while he crawled between them and looked down. Her buttocks were spread wide and the deep crevice between them widened until he could see the dark spot where her anus was. Below that, surrounded by sparsely curling pubic hair was her cunt, the lips spread wide so he could see the inflamed cherry-red walls all wet and inviting. She was crushing her clitoris down on the bed sheets and grinding away in a slow lewd movement.
"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his voice little more than a white breath of air. He watched as her buttocks rose in the air as she struggled to her knees, her legs still spread apart. Muscles and cords stood out as she rose obscenely on her knees, her ass held high with each cheek spread taut. Her defenseless puckered little anus was in full view. Never had Rod seen anyone more naked or vulnerable as he saw her cunt with its vaginal lips swollen and spread. God, he thought, she looks just like a whore! His mouth dry, he said, "Reach back and spread your cunt with your hands."
He almost spat the word, "cunt", and he could see a visible reaction from Gail. A shudder ran through her body and she reached, stretching her arms, around her tight young buttocks and felt with her fingertips for the lips of her vagina and slowly spread her cunt open wide.
With a roar, Rod lunged between her legs, got to his knees and seized her hips with his hands, digging his fingers deep into her flesh and rammed his cock home as she moaned. He drove it as deep as it would go into her, feeling her cunt resist for an exquisite lubricated moment then plunging on in the full length of his shaft, feeling it surrounded by the feeling of warm, living honey.
He fucked her with abandon, slamming it into her, feeling his balls slap back and forth obscenely and seeing her with her head still on the bed, her face turned away from him, seeing her head jerk and recoil under the impact of his thrusts. Below her, her breasts just touched the sheets and they quivered and jiggled as he fucked her, her nipples becoming distended and an excitement running through her body.
Gail met each of his brutal thrusts by pushing back, eager to get every inch of his cock in her. His fingernails were digging deeper into her loins with each thrust and their pain was part of her humiliation and her humiliation was her excitement and pleasure. She felt an orgasm building in her and she longed for further depravity, for her brother to come back and to dominate her and force her to do obscene things.
And as she thought of Lee and what might have happened had she gone to that camper with those boys, her orgasm surged and welled up. "Oh God, darling, I'm cumming!" she panted.
Rod threw his head back in wild abandon, gritting his teeth as he fucked as hard as he could and felt another orgasm coming on him.
"In the ass!" Gail suddenly screamed, her voice harsh.
"What?"
"In the ass, fuck me in the ass if you want to!" she hissed, the words tearing across her vocal chords. "In the ass, fuck me in the ass like the dog!"
The thought drove Rod mad but he was beyond control, beyond stopping. Gail herself was driven wild by her confession of the lewd desire. A white light seemed to explode deep in her mind.
"I… I'm cummmmmmmming!" Her body tensed as she thrust upward. "I… I want… want… Aggggggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaah!" The sound seemed to come from the pit of her stomach as she came again and again, her cunt caught in tiny electric spasms.
Rod came in her cunt, shooting a thin jet of scalding hot sperm so fast and hard he didn't realize it until he felt his cock thickening against the next burst. He came, taking a deep lungful of air and moaning as his body went limp under the massive pleasure of pumping hot juice into his wife's hungrily dilating cunt.
They collapsed, Rod bearing down all his dead weight on his wife until he rolled off. Gail was almost instantly asleep, murmuring something like "bee", and crawling exhausted under the covers. Rod followed her, laying on his back, wearily reaching for and turning out the light. He lay still, catching his breath, feeling sleepy making everything fuzzy and incoherent.
His body flinched him awake and his mind was full of a yammering thought: she has been fucking someone else. She was never like this before.
He lay thinking, not sure he wanted a wife who acted like a whore; not sure he liked his wife begging him to commit sodomy even though it was exciting at the time. It was not normal. He frowned up at the dark ceiling and thought a long time before going to sleep.