Hank's return trip was as frantic as his previous night's drive into town. Without even discussing the facts with anyone, he knew with a dreadful certainty that Ellie had been up to some real shenanigans during her trip into town. It had been written on her face last night. Now he had no doubt his eyes had told him the truth.
The old prospector! Jeez! He had recognized some subtle changes in Ellie lately, but he was too busy to pay much attention. Could she really have stooped that low?
Acting on some sixth sense, Hank parked the car a couple of hundred yards from the trailers and walked the rest of the way. As he approached, sounds drifted to his ears, made his heart sink. He had been hoping she would be pining away for his return. But it sounded like Ellie had found something to keep her busy.
He peeked through the yellow door curtain and saw his voluptuous young wife kneeling naked on the floor, sucking his best friend's cock! His reaction surprised Hank. Rather than boiling with anger, he became intently calm and lucid. The situation in his trailer home was something he had to deal with. That was all. He opened the door and walked in. It pleased him to see the shocked looks on the faces of the illicit lovers.
"Hank! Jeez, boy, I'm sorry you had to see this." Greg had been taking a calculated risk, fooling around with his friend's wife, not knowing when the husband would return. Now that the worst had happened, Greg felt genuinely sorry. He didn't want to lose the younger man's friendship.
Hank dismissed Greg's comment with a wave of his hand. "Don't sweat it, Greg. The way I've got it figured, she probably made it so hot for you, you had to give in. It's Ellie who's got to answer for what's been going on here – and in town." He was enjoying the abject terror on his wife's face. After all he had given this woman, he wanted to see her suffer a little. He had never expected Ellie to let him down. She had always convinced him there was no one but him. He wondered recklessly how long this sort of thing had been going on. One month? Two? Six? Maybe she hadn't been a virgin after all. She hadn't bled, but she said it was because as a kid she had had an accident on a bicycle.
"Hank!" Ellie's voice was a feeble croak. All the bravado she had been enjoying during her lusty session with her husband's friend faded away. The prospect of Hank's returning and discovering them hadn't seemed so terrible. It hadn't seemed real. But this was real. This was terribly, frighteningly real. Hank had never looked at her this way before.
"Don't talk to me, Ellie. I don't want to hear your voice." He began to remove his clothes, calmly, laying each garment carefully on a chair. He saw Greg starting to edge toward the door. The eyes of the two men met. "Don't go, Greg. It might be a good idea if you hung around. I'd like you to know how I deal with my wife when she fucks off." He felt a perverse tingle in his balls. To his surprise, his cock hung hard and heavy from his loins. The very depravity of the situation seemed to have struck some chord in him. There was a part of Hank that was enjoying his anger.
He walked naked over to his wife who was cringing on the rug, her back against the couch. Hank knew Greg was watching him from a kitchen chair. He walked tall and straight, letting the world know he didn't consider himself anybody's fool. Hank Jones was proud.
Lust took hold of him as he knelt next to his frightened wife. Angrily he grabbed her by the hips and turned her over onto hands and knees. She cringed beneath his touch, but she had no choice but to accept the position he had chosen for her.
"Oh Hank, darling, I'm so sorry. I do love you…"
A brisk slap left an angry welt on her quivering buttock.
"Shut up, baby! I don't want to hear any crap right now that's going to make me mad! I don't want to lose my temper, you see." He laughed mirthlessly at his own grim joke. His fingers began to probe the slit of her pussy. They emerged wet and shining. "Christ, old Greg really turned you on, didn't he, baby?" He began to prod the puckered hole of her anus with a slick finger, rotating it up inside.
Confused by the contradictory signals she was getting from her husband, Ellie tried to fight against the pangs of pleasure that were darting from her virgin asshole throughout her timid kneeling body. Gradually she thought she began to comprehend Hank's intention. He wanted to make love to her now, to prove he was Number One. He wanted to show Greg how much she liked it with him.
Eager to appease the angry man, she began to wriggle her ass back onto his finger. Her circular motions made her anus throb with forbidden arousal – a kind of raw excitement that stirred up the beast that had momentarily gone into hiding somewhere deep in Ellie's libido. "Oooohhh – it's good, Hank! You turn me on more than anybody, baby!"
Hank grinned at what he considered her clumsy attempts at making amends. Nothing, he knew, could ever remedy the damage that had been done to their marriage. But there was something that could quiet the anger that seethed inside, that made his throat ache.
While one hand played with her asshole, the other coated his hard cock with juices from her well-used slit. His cock grew longer and harder as he anticipated the punishment he had in store for his wife. He could hardly wait to see his prick sink deep into the tiny brown sphincter that dilated with pleasure at the touch of his finger. He would be branding her with the memory of his anger, of her betrayal, with the hot iron of his cock. It was time to defile her last virgin hole.
While she moaned submissively before him, he guided his throbbing organ toward the unsuspecting puckered target before him. With one deft maneuver, he pulled his finger from her asshole and replaced it with his thick rigid cock-shaft. He had caught her by surprise, and it was easy to drive his prick deep inside the hot clinging passage.
A wave of sadistic pleasure inundated him as he watched her ass squirm frantically, as he listened to her cries of pain.
"Ooooohh! God-d! What are you doing to me? Stop! You've got to stop!" Despite the pain, Ellie found it difficult to believe that her own husband was abusing her so cruelly. She had thought he wanted to make up by making love to her. Not for a moment had she suspected he intended to debase her so unmercifully, in front of the man who had only this morning become her lover. Timidly, she looked back over her shoulder, daring to hope against hope that Greg would come to her rescue.
Her heart sank. The bigger man was sitting forward in his chair, watching her humiliation with rapt interest. He was stroking his cock, which was thick – swollen, engorged with lust. He was getting a charge out of her cruel punishment!
"No! No! You can't do this to me!"
Hank proved the futility of her words by pulling his prick out until just the head was still buried in her tightest hole. Once again, he shoved deep inside, relishing the incredible hot clasp of her anal tissue.
"Uuuuhh! Christ, it's tight!" he muttered excitedly.
At once the betrayed husband established a lusty screwing rhythm in and out of his wife's stretched asshole. His cock had never experienced anything this unbelievably exhilarating. It was as if he had just been fitted for a second skin. Her inner tissues molded themselves around his turgid prick and caressed him with unforgettable heated urgency. From time to time, he was forced to grunt out his pleasure. It wasn't pleasure he had had on his mind when he drove his cock into her taut hole. But it was pleasure that he was getting now – an intense lurid pleasure that stemmed from the depths of his sadistic soul. Hank had never wanted to hurt anyone before. He found it strangely satisfying to be able to hurt and receive titillation at the same time.
Greg was impressed with the way his friend was handling his wanton wife. With vicarious eagerness, he watched the long shaft of Hank's cock stuff her hot asshole again and again. The older man could almost imagine how good it must feel in there – in the depths of her tight, clutching asshole that he was sure must have been virgin. He could have kicked himself for not having thought of it first.
The man had been interrupted at a moment when the young blonde's lips were rousing his cock to tingling ecstasy. His prick was pounding once again, demanding more attention. His hand was not the kind of stimulation he was after. It seemed a poor consolation prize to the clasping hole Hank was enjoying.
Aware that she was alone in her misery – that the two men were enjoying her debasement – Ellie cringed in humiliation under the tireless assault of her husband's cock. The pam seemed endless. It was not so much a pain as a severe discomfort, but it agonized her, made her feel ravaged in body and soul. She wanted it to end. More than anything, she wanted it to end.
"Please don't do it to meeee!"
Even as she spoke them, she knew her words were useless, like hopes tossed to the four winds. The only relief she could expect would have to come from her own ingenuity. She would have to find a way to ease her misery.
For a moment, she wondered if it was worth it. Why should she stop the pain? After all, didn't she deserve it? Hadn't she betrayed everything that was sacred about her relationship with her husband? She had abandoned her lush young body to another woman, a dog, an old man, her husband's best friend. And each time, she had responded like a wanton bitch to their tantalizing lovemaking. She had forgotten the allegiance she owed to Hank in the rash heat of passion. For the last while, she had even dared not to feel guilty, to revel in the new abandon that had possessed her spirit! Yes, she deserved to be punished. Hank was right. He was giving her exactly what she deserved.
To her surprise, Ellie derived a strange satisfaction from her mental surrender to her husband's punishment. Automatically, she began to wriggle her ass back a little against his hard-slamming loins. It eased the pain, yes. But it did something else. It sent salacious arrows of masochistic pleasure radiating out through her kneeling body. She was enjoying what he was doing to her! She was enjoying the idea of punishment!
And, slowly but surely, she was learning to enjoy the physical reality of what was happening. That cock in her ass felt good – incredibly good!
"Uuuuuuhhh!" she moaned.
Both Greg and Hank heard the subtle difference in the pinioned woman's latest moan. The distress was gone. There was an eagerness, an excitement. They watched her ass-cheeks move back to collide with Hank's loins, slowly at first, then more forcefully. Soon she was writhing in front of her husband's sodomizing cock with frantic glee.
"Jee-zuz!" Hank exclaimed. "You are a Goddamned little bitch, aren't you? You like it! You like getting screwed in the ass!" He felt a minor pang of irritation that his carefully planned reprisals had succeeded only in bringing his wife a new kind of pleasure. But the irritation evaporated with the next lurch of his urgently throbbing cock. He, too, was feeling too much pleasure to allow him to stay angry. How could he argue with a situation that was bringing him the most erotic satisfaction he had ever known?
With new vehemence, he took hold of Ellie's quivering buttocks and rammed her spasming asshole in long deep, filling strokes. He relished her subservient cries of appreciation. It excited him that his errant wife had learned to enjoy taking his prick up her ass. "Just like I always said, Ellie! You're a little piggie! You're the greediest woman I've ever known!"
Despite her abandon, Ellie caught the new excitement in her husband's voice. His words were getting a little closer to the way he used to talk to her, before the incredible happenings of the last couple of days.
Things could never again be the same for them. But she was beginning to hope that they could create a new kind of paradise out of the shambles of the old. After all, it wasn't a total tragedy, was it, that she had experimented a little? Maybe it would make her a better lover for her husband. Two days ago, she didn't imagaine she would ever have been able to respond to getting ass-fucked. Only her broadened experience had taught her that pleasure could stem from the most unexpected sources. She was more open now, to everything. Events had shown there could even be something new between her and Hank.
"Oh yes, darling! Screw me! Screw my ass!" It felt good to be shouting lewd encouragement to her own husband, after the sequence of lewd new encounters. There was something intensely satisfying about the comforting knowledge that it was Hank, good old Hank, who was manning the tiller back there.
"Oh, Christ, baby! Yeah! I'm doing it to you!" Too preoccupied now to deal with anger, Hank threw himself into wholehearted enjoyment of the task at hand. Gritting his teeth to ward off the lusty allure of her hot tugs, he drove his cock time after time far into her nether hole. While she moaned out her excitement, he grunted with animal passion. Once again husband and wife had found each other, on terms radically different from those that had united them a short while ago.
For an instant, Hank was reminded of his old buddy, watching from his post on the kitchen chair. He looked back at the big man, whose eyes were bright with arousal, whose cock lay heavy and swollen in his hand. A sudden depraved idea struck Hank. Ellie had decided to open up their marriage. Why not give her a taste of double-cock?!
"Hey, Greg, get overhere!" He nodded toward his wife, then smiled knowingly at the other man.
It took Greg no time at all to grasp Hank's meaning. Delighted that he had been given a role in the obscene show, he hurried over to Ellie and kneeled in front of her. With trembling hands, he raised her head and presented his rock-hard cock to the pouting portals of her lips. "Come on, Ellie! Suck me, baby!"
The blond hesitated for only a moment before opening her mouth wide to take in the whole rigid shaft of the older man's cock. The new fleshy intrusion reminded her suddenly of the titillation she had been experiencing when Hank walked in. She had felt so intensely depraved, so aroused, to be sucking the cock of a man other than her husband. Now that her husband was at the same time reaming her defenseless asshole, the excitement was increased tenfold! She felt thoroughly used, thoroughly defiled. And the feeling was pure pleasure!
"Mmmmmpphh!" With wanton greed, Ellie worked her tongue-tip round and round the bulbous tip of Greg's cock. She opened wide to take the whole swollen member deep into her throat. Bobbing her head up and down, she squirmed her ass back at Hank's loins. Almost simultaneously, the two men grunted with excitement. Ellie had never felt more appreciated.
In a sense it was almost as if the interlude of fear and anger had never taken place. Greg's cock was throbbing right back at the aroused place it was enjoying before Hank came in. But at the same time, there was the increased stimulation of watching the other man ream the woman's ass while he fucked her face. It was the most titillating thing he had ever experienced – his best friend and his best friend's wife. He was pleased that his passion for the wife had not destroyed his friendship with the husband. It felt good to share a woman with Hank – a woman they both actually cared about.
The small trailer reverberated with cries of passion. The humidity rose steadily as the three orgiasts struggled on the brink of a resounding climax.
"Ooooooooohhh! Oooohh!" Ellie allowed herself only a moment to proclaim her victory. "I'm cummming!" She went back to sucking the stiff cock in front of her.
The spasms of her hot, tight-fitting ass made Hank lose control. "Oh baby! I'm cumming in you! I'm giving you an assful of cum, lover!"
True to form, Greg waited until the others had cum before he would let himself go. But when he came, it was a tidal wave. "Shit! Look out, baby!" He held her face over his cock, forcing her to swallow his thick tide of semen. It made him smile, to watch her hunched eagerly over his wilting cock, lapping it clean of the last tangy drops of sperm.
For several moments, there was an awesome stillness in the room. Each of the three was searching his or her soul, trying to figure out how they really felt about all that had happened. Hank decided it was up to him to put the others at ease. "Well, that sure cleared the air, didn't it!"
They all laughed hilariously. So far, so good.