The next few days were strange for Bonnie. She had no idea what was going to happen between her and Rodney. He wouldn't talk to her. He wouldn't touch her. He just went to work early in the morning and came home late at night. He ignored her. It was as if he didn't have a wife at all. But she knew he was thinking about her all the time. He was obviously trying to decide what to do about her.
It would have been easier if he'd just kicked her out and told her to get the fuck out of his life. The silent treatment was really rough. She was nervous and tense all day long. And what made it worse was wondering what was happening between Rodney and Mr. Henderson at work.
She tried to talk to Rodney several times, at breakfast, or after he came home from work. She really wanted to know what his plans were. But he said he was too busy to discuss anything with her right then. And he went down to his workroom in the basement with his briefcase full of papers. She was left to wander around the house by herself, not knowing from day to day what her future was.
She began to take long walks. Partly so that she wouldn't have to hang around the house, and partly get rid of her tension. She really needed some kind of physical outlet. Not only was she nervous as hell, but she was also as horny as hell. The incredible afternoon with Mr. Henderson had left her in a state of arousal that she couldn't relieve.
She considered calling Henderson and arranging to meet him secretly, at his home, or at a motel. But then she figured she'd better stay away from him for a while. Sex with Rodney's boss was a little too risky at present. And there was no telling how much he knew. Maybe he'd picked up hints from Rodney's behavior that the cat was out of the bag. He might not want to see her again at all.
She was even nervous about seeing Mr. Hicks, the neighbor, though he'd called her several times in the afternoon trying to set up another session with her. All she needed was for Rodney to find out that she'd fucked their neighbor as well and she'd be out the door for sure. If she was patient enough with Rodney, showed him she could mend her ways, maybe things would eventually get back to normal. It wasn't very likely, but it was possible.
In the meantime, she had to get her rocks off somewhere, risk or no risk. She had too much sexual energy to stay inactive for more than a day or so. And on one of her long walks, she decided the best man for the job was Franco, the operator of the gym. The chances of her husband finding out about her fucking Franco weren't that high.
She rushed home to change into her sexiest clothes, made up her face in her usual slutty manner. Then she took a cab to the gym and marched right into the place, a grim determined look on her face. It was mid-afternoon. The place was quiet. When she didn't see Franco anywhere, she strode right into his office without knocking. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her big tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
Franco wasn't alone. He was sitting at his desk going over a pile of check stubs, and by his side, staring over his shoulder, was his partner, Conrad. They both looked up at her as she entered. They stared open-mouthed at her, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Conrad, handsome and middle-aged, finally smiled slyly.
"So, Franco," he said. "Is this the young woman you were telling me about? Is this the friend you had the workout with the other day?"
"She's the one," Franco said. "And it looks like she's got something on her mind."
Franco was smiling, and he got up from behind his desk and stood alongside his partner. The two of them grinned at her like two horny schoolboys. But they made no move toward her. They waited for her to say something, to state her business. From the look of her, they seemed to know already what it was.
"I need to fuck!" she murmured, still out of breath. "I'm horny as hell and I need a cock! Two cocks would be even better! I'll take you both on at the same time, if you want! It's something I've always wanted to try!"
Neither of them spoke. They just stood there, Franco in his exercise outfit, Conrad in his business suit. They were both men of the world, men of great experience with women. But they were both shocked at what she said. She was half their age, yet she could stop them in their tracks with just a sentence or two. Bonnie felt a surge of power go through her.
"How about it? You guys men enough to satisfy a horny young lady? Or do you want to see the merchandise first?"
Without any prompting, Bonnie unzipped her dress and let it slip from her shoulders. She was wearing a quarter-cup bra, in ice-blue this time, and her big tits bulged out over it grossly, the nipples erect. She stepped out of her dress and showed off her blue garter belt and matching stockings. Her shaved cunt bulged out at them from between the taut strips of her elastic garters. She gripped her pussylips with her fingers and pulled them wide apart.
"Well? Am I sexy enough? Do I get you boys hard, or shall I go look somewhere else? There's a sixty-year-old guy working the rowing machine outside. Maybe I could try him if you guys aren't up to it."
Conrad began to undress. In seconds, his jacket, shirt and tie were off and he was kicking off his shoes. Bonnie watched him step out of his pants and shorts, and she gave a little gasp of pleasure as she caught sight of his cock. It was at least as big as Franco's. Maybe even bigger. And it had a weird bend in it halfway down the cockshaft. It wasn't fully stiff yet, but it was well on its way.
"Lock the door behind you," Franco said. "We don't want anyone disturbing this little party."
He slipped out of his shorts quickly, but left on his T-shirt His big cock flopped free and bounced against his thigh. It wasn't as ready as Conrad's yet, but Bonnie knew it soon would be. She clicked the door locked behind her and stepped into the room, meeting the two big men just in front of the desk. She palmed their cocks lewdly, gauging their size and stiffness. Her fingers curled around each one and began to jerk up and down steadily.
"I'm so fucking horny!" she panted. "I'm glad there are two of you! One cock might not be enough for me today! I can't wait to get you both inside me!"
"Didn't I tell you she was hot?" Franco asked, glancing at Conrad. "Didn't I tell you she was the horniest little slut I'd ever met?"
"You didn't tell me she had big beautiful tits and a shaved cunt!" Conrad growled. "Or that she had a mouth just made for sucking cock!"
"That's right," Bonnie said. And she sank to her knees on the floor and tugged both growing cocks toward her face.
She began to lick the head of each one, butting them together like two ice-cream cones. Her tongue flicked from one to the other lewdly. Her eyes were turned up toward their faces, and she was smiling. Her mouth made soft slurping sounds as she licked and slobbered over the cockheads. Deep in her throat, she was moaning softly, as if she was eating some special treat that she'd gone without for too long.
"Jesus, look at that face!" Conrad groaned, staring down at her. "You ever have someone so pretty suck your cock before, Franco?"
"Not in a while," Franco said. "Not someone this young and this hot. This little slut beats all."
Bonnie had sunk her mouth down deep on Conrad's prick, taking in the head and four or five inches of swelling cockshaft. She heard him moan out loud as she curled her tongue around and around the prickhead and bathed it in the wet warmth of her mouth. She squeezed the base in her fist and shucked it up and down. The cock grew thicker and harder in her grasp.
Then she switched quickly over to Franco's prick, plunging her mouth as far as it would go down the hard pole. Her head began to bob up and down in sequence with her pumping fist. She could feel every bump and vein in the straining cock with her full lips. And it soon glistened in her fist like a varnished hunk of wood.
"Jesus, what a hot little whore!" Conrad gasped. "The little bitch really can use that mouth, can't she?"
"Hhhmmm!" Franco moaned, watching Bonnie gulp in well over half of his cock on each of her downstrokes.
"Wait till I do your balls!" she gasped, pulling her mouth off Franco's prick suddenly. "You haven't lived until you've had sweet little Bonnie lick and suck your aching balls!"
Her blonde head tilted to one side, and she began scraping her tongue all over the leathery pouch of Conrad's balls. She licked each ball in turn, chasing the rolling globes with her mouth. Soon the whole wrinkled sac was gleaming wet, but still she wasn't finished. She closed her lips over one ball at a time and gave them both a complete suck-job. She could sense Conrad growing weak in the knees as she worked on him.
"What a lucking whore! Sweet Christ!" he moaned. "This little slut could drive a man mad in no time at all!"
"Yeah," Franco said softly, letting Bonnie swing her head under his own crotch. She began the same treatment on his balls that she'd just performed on Conrad's.
Both cocks were growing huge. They jutted up, foot-long poles in her fists. She continued to jerk on them while she licked and sucked Franco's balls. Her hands kept up a steady, expert rhythm. And the moans of pleasure continued to come from deep in her throat.
"She's married to Rodney Grant, did you know that?" Franco asked suddenly.
"No shit! The poor bastard!" Conrad hissed. "Does he know what a hot little slut he's married to?"
"He must!" Franco groaned.
Bonnie's mouth sucked and slurped on Franco's balls a few seconds longer. Then she was licking up the underside of his cockshaft, scraping her tongue all the way up to the head. She was getting a special kind of charge out of listening to the two men.
"Some women just shouldn't be married," Conrad said. "One man just isn't enough for them. They need fresh cock all the time, just like a lot of guys need fresh pussy. You're like that, aren't you, little bitch?"
He addressed his last remark directly to Bonnie, but all she did was grin up "at him from under Franco's foot-long hard-on. Then she moved over to Conrad's prick and licked it. She traced her way up a swollen blue vein with the tip of her tongue. The sly smile stayed on her face the whole time.
"I need one of you to fuck me!" she gasped at last. "Please, please, cram your cock up my cunt, one of you! I want one deep, deep inside me!"
Conrad moved off to one side, and Bonnie was forced to let go his hard-on. He knelt on the floor in back of her, and right away she got the idea. She leaned forward on her knees and spread her legs. She was clutching at Franco's muscular thighs for support, and his hard-on jutted alongside her cheek. She waited, while Conrad came closer behind her and nudged his cock between her thighs. Then she felt him ease his cockhead into her cunt and move forward.
"Ohhh, yes!" she groaned. "Fuck me doggie-style! I love it this way! Fuck the shit out of me now!"
Conrad had buried his hard-on up her cunt in one easy lunge. His belly now rested against her trim pale asscheeks. He gripped her around her waist and began fucking her, plowing his prick deep on every stroke. His big balls swung back and forth between his legs. A shock wave went the entire length of Bonnie's body each time he thrust into her.
"Oh fuck, yes! Oh fuck! Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, her mouth suddenly full of Franco's cock.
Her cheeks bulged and her nostrils flared as this second cock fucked deep into her throat. Her lips were stretched hopelessly around its gross bulk.
"Fuck, what a wet, horny cunt!" Conrad gasped. "She's all slick and gooey! This little slut needs cock real bad!"
"That's right," Franco said. "Her poor dumb husband obviously doesn't know what the fuck he's doing!"
"Mmmmmmfff!" Bonnie moaned.
She was in heaven. She loved to fuck. She loved to suck. And now she was getting to do both at the same time. Two cocks inside her at once. It felt wonderful. She didn't want it to end. Each time Conrad fucked into her cunt from behind, she was pushed forward, her mouth forced down deep on Franco's hard-on. She was swallowing damn near a whole foot of cock while another twelve inches fucked into her from behind. She'd never felt so fulfilled, so deeply satisfied.
"What kind of girl takes on two men at the same time?" Conrad asked suddenly, increasing his pace into her cunt.
"A fucking slut," Franco said. "A cocksucking horny slut, that's who! And this little bitch is one of the best! This whore is a cock-eating machine! Look at her suck!"
Bonnie's body was wracked with cock-thrusts. Only her knees and her toes touched the ground. Her entire upper body leaned forward onto Franco. Her back was arched deeply, and her big tits hung down and swayed in front of her over the ridiculous bra. She gasped and groaned. Her cheeks hollowed and then swelled. She made noises deep in her throat.
"She's taking every inch of my cock up her cunt! I don't believe it!" Conrad gasped. "No one's ever taken all of me before!"
"Me too!" Franco howled. "She's sucking me damn near to the balls! This little whore is hot!"
In and out of her the cocks fucked. Both her hands were clutching at Franco's thighs. She wasn't touching his cock at all, except with her mouth. And as Conrad's thrusts grew deeper and more rough, she was forced to gobble Franco's prick from different angles. Her cheeks were swollen out, as if she were blowing up a balloon. Her nostrils flared wide.
"Wanna change around, Franco?" Conrad asked suddenly. "Want some of this prime cunt for awhile?"
"Don't mind if I do!" Franco exclaimed. "Last time I fucked it, it wasn't shaved!"
Both men withdrew their cocks from her at the same time, and Bonnie was left gasping and heaving on all fours, like a bitch in heat. She seemed to want to say something, but her mouth was all warped out of shape and she was still fighting for breath.
The men rolled her over onto her back. Franco crawled between her legs and shoved his hard-on up her cunt. Conrad knelt by her head and began fucking his prick back and forth in her gasping mouth.
"Such a fine young whore!" he cried. "So young, and such a fine young whore!"
Bonnie licked his cock as it sawed back and forth across her face. She was glad for a chance to lie on her back. She needed a breather. But no sooner had she settled back than Conrad was changing his position again. He swung a leg over her and pinned her shoulders to the carpet with his knees. He drove his cock down hard, plunging it deep into her mouth. He began to fuck her face with vicious lunges. Bonnie felt her head bumping into the floor again and again. He was fucking her mouth as if it was a cunt.
And in the meantime, Franco was still fucking her cunt. His cockhead seemed to be plowing up under her belly somewhere.
Bonnie was really enjoying herself. She was having the time of her life. The two cocks were sending her into fits of deep, cunt-melting pleasure. She accepted every thrust of Franco's cock up her cunt, and each lunge of Conrad's prick in her mouth. She was glad they were fucking her so hard. It was what she'd asked for. She wanted to be hurt, to be totally abused by big, throbbing pricks.
"Cumming up your cunt, baby! Gumming now!" Franco gasped suddenly. And he spurted a giant wad of spunk up her cunt. And another. And another. His ass flexed as he pumped out gob after gob of steaming cum.
"Me too, baby! Gonna spunk in your cock-sucking mouth!" Conrad wailed.
He buried his prick deep between her lips and sprayed a torrent of jism all over her tonsils.
The cocks drove in and out of Bonnie without let-up, two huge, greasy pistons spurting out sizzling jets of cum. And she accepted them gratefully. She milked Franco with her cunt walls till his poor cock could spurt no more. And she sucked and gulped on Conrad's prick till her lips were overflowing and cum was drooling down her cheeks and chin. The cum splashed across her tongue, splashed between her teeth and made her cheeks balloon wide. Globs of it spilled from her mouth, decorating her neck with thick pearly strings.
She never wanted it to end. She wanted to feel the hot cum from two giant hard-ons spurting into her forever. She wanted to drown in hot cum.