Vicki awoke slowly, coming into awareness by degrees. The room was completely dark, and she lay between fresh, sweet smelling sheets on a strange bed, curled into a fetal position with her knees drawn up to her breasts. She turned her head, unleashing a sharp pain in her temples, that made her groan softly in the darkness.
Slowly the young brunette moved her hand, and her fingertips touched the bare satiny surface of one hip. She realized then that she was naked – and the events which had transpired earlier came flooding back into her conscious memory. She groaned again, this time not from the pain in her head but from abject shame and mortification, feeling sick to her stomach and suddenly dirty, ashamed. It was as if her skin were being overrun with tiny, slime-footed creatures, microbes of the most diseased variety entering the pores of her skin.
She rolled over onto her back, feeling hot tears of degradation begin to cascade from her eyes. Oh God, oh God, she lamented, what have I done? What have I done? I've desecrated my marriage vows… it doesn't matter that Kirk did it first, not now when my mind is rational once again.
The tears flowed hot and bitter, stinging her cheeks, and again she moaned piteously. She was sick, mentally sick, that was the only logical conclusion. She needed psychiatric help, for in one day she seemed to have forsaken all that she ever considered sacrosanct – her innocence in matters sexual, her marital contract, her love for her husband. Was there hope for her, and or had some incredible transformation taken place inside her body that was unalterable? Had she somehow become a carnal animal instead of a wholesome, loving woman? Oh God, what was the answer? What was the problem?
The sound of a door softly opening snapped Vicki's head off the downy pillow, breaking her reverie, and she looked toward the bedroom entrance. The door was opening slowly, and in the light from the hallway beyond she could see her husband standing framed there, staring in at her. No! her mind shouted. No, go away, go away! I don't want to see you, not now, not ever! Go away, you… you animal…!
But he didn't go away. Instead, Kirk came into the room, walking softly, and crossed over to the bed. Reaching out, he switched on the lamp on the bedside table, flooding the bed with soft, diffused light. Vicki turned her head away, flinging one arm up to cover her eyes. Kirk sat down beside her.
"Honey?" he whispered. "Honey, how do you feel?"
"Go away!" she pleaded. "Leave me alone!"
"Vicki, what is it?"
"You know what it is!" she flared. "Oh, my God yes, you know what it is you… you unfaithful beast!"
"Oh, Jesus!" he said softly, realizing that, somehow, she knew what had happened between him and Christy in the bathtub earlier. It wasn't possible that she could know, and yet… "Vicki, listen to me. Please, honey, listen…"
"I won't listen! I won't!" She turned her head toward him, her eyes blazing wetly with tears of anger. "I know what you did tonight, Kirk! I saw you! Oh, dear God, I saw you and Christy together! I saw… saw her with her mouth on your… your…" She couldn't say it, couldn't continue. She buried her face in the pillow, crying unabashedly now.
He touched her tentatively, and then withdrew his hand as she cringed like a beaten puppy from his touch. "Vicki… Vicki, if you only knew the shame I feel right now. If you only knew the guilt, the terrible guilt… Vicki, I was drunk and I was… oh, Christ, I don't know what what I was! I'm not trying to make excuses, I just lost my head. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't, Vicki. You have to believe that!"
"I don't have to believe anything," she told him, and the anger was rising higher in her now, reaching a fever pitch as it compounded with her own guilt and shame. "All I know is, you were doing something… unspeakable with another woman, with that slut Christy Kaye…"
"She's not a slut," Kirk said defensively, and instantly he regretted his words.
"No? Then what is she?"
"A woman, that's all. A hot-blooded woman, she loves and enjoys sex. There's nothing wrong with that, Vicki."
"She's a whore! A filthy whore!"
"No, damn it, she's not…"
"Why are you defending her, Kirk? Why? I'm your wife, not her. I'm the woman you supposedly love, not that… that harlot."
Kirk felt anger kindle inside him, too. He hadn't expected Vicki to understand, not really, and he didn't blame her for being upset. But… well, damn it, he felt some inexplicable necessity for vindicating Christy's behavior on this night. "Listen, Vicki," he said, "Christy Kaye is a woman, nothing more, nothing less. Just because she's able to respond where some women aren't…"
"Meaning me, is that it?"
"I didn't say that."
"But that's what you meant, isn't it?"
"All right, then! Goddamn it, yes, that's what I meant! Christy really knows how to please a man, to do the things that all men like to have done in bed. She doesn't just lie there like a Goddamned dead fish, counting the cracks in the ceiling and wishing it was over!" He paused, and then flung at her, "She's good, the best I've ever had, Vicki! She's good, do you hear me? Good!"
He has no right to talk to me like that! she thought. He has no right, not after what he's done! What kind of man is he, to sit there and call me names, say that I'm no good in bed, when he's just finished having his… his penis sucked by another woman! He needs to be hurt, he deserves to be hurt! I wasn't going to tell him about Eric and me… I was going to live with my shame and hope that somehow, someday, things would work out. But now I am going to tell him! I'm going to tell him! I'm going to hurt him like he hurt me!
Softly, maliciously, she said, "Eric Kaye didn't think I was such a bad lay. In fact, he enjoyed me. He enjoyed me so much that he came right away!"
Kirk froze into immobility, staring at her open-mouthed. "What… what did you say?"
"You heard me, Kirk! I made love to Eric Kaye! I did it right over there, and I let him have me from behind while we watched you and Christy in the bathtub. I let him have me because of what you were doing… and yes, because I wanted him, because I was hot! What do you think of that?"
Kirk was speechless. His ears refused to believe at first what he was hearing. It wasn't possible! Not Vicki, not his sweet innocent little wife! Jesus, not her, not Vicki… with another man, with Eric Kaye, with his long hard cock shooting off inside her… Suddenly, his anger became overwhelming as he realized, irrefutably, that she was telling the truth – that she had allowed Eric Kaye to fuck her. He bared his teeth, taking her shoulders roughly in his hands and shaking her. The covers fell from beneath her chin, and he saw for the first time that she was naked, that there were thin red marks on her, full, firm breasts that could only have come from a man's grasping fingers. His brain reeled with confused thoughts, the predominant of which was blind rage. "You fucking bitch!" he screamed at her. "You dirty filthy fucking bitch!"
"And what are you?" she shot back. "You're nothing better, for God's sake! At least I was faithful until you were unfaithful. At least I waited until then! How can you be so righteously indignant, when you were doing practically the same thing I was doing! And liking it more!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Suppose… you're pregnant? Suppose he got you pregnant?"
"What would you care if I was?" she asked him angrily. "You don't care for me any more. You proved that by being with Christy tonight."
"And what did you prove by being with Christy's husband?"
"I proved nothing at all," she said. "I just wanted to hurt you, wanted to do something equally as terrible as what I was watching you do. Maybe if I had a child by Eric Kaye it would hurt you even more…"
"Vicki, Jesus, you can't mean that! You can't want another man's baby!"
Suddenly, then, all the anger drained out of Vicki; it left her all at once, and she slumped back on the pillow, her eyes closing. She began crying again. "No," she moaned in a tortured wail. "No, I don't mean it, Kirk! I don't want his baby! Oh God, Kirk, I'm sick, just sick, that's all! I don't know what I want, or what I'm saying!"
Kirk, too, was divested of anger now. He leaned over her to brush the raven hair from her face almost tenderly. "Vicki, oh God, Vicki, I love you! I love you more now than I've ever loved you! We… we both made terrible mistakes tonight, but we can't let it ruin what we have together…"
"Oh, Kirk!" she said, and reached up to cup his face in her hands. "What have we done to each other?"
"Nothing, baby. It will work out, it has to work out."
Will it? she thought, staring up into her young husband's face. Will it work out, or will this same thing happen again and again. Will Kirk sleep with other women? Will I sleep with other men? How can either of us be sure that we won't? How can we trust each other again? Kirk, Kirk, why did we come here tonight… why did you have to let Christy put her mouth on you, and why did I have to let Eric put his long hard penis into my vagina to cum there, to fill my belly with another man's seed?
She pulled his head down and held it cradled against her, feeling the soft moistness of his lips pressed against one swelling breast. And in that moment, oddly and perversely, Vicki began to remember the lewd fucking she had been given by Eric Kaye. She began to remember his fleshy, blood-enraged cock sawing in and out of her defenseless vagina, his hands cupping and kneading her nakedly quivering breasts, his hot breath blowing maddeningly into her ear. She remembered how it felt with his cock sliding in and out along her vaginal passage harder and faster. She began to remember her own cumming, in tune with his, and how she had been floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of a climax like she bad never before known…
Now, with these lewd memories flooding over her, the young brunette's nipples began to harden on her jutting breasts, and down between her legs her cuntal mouth moistened with her softly seeping feminine juices. She could feel her loins tingling, and she began to stroke Kirk's head, stroke it gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed into the deep valley between her high-mounded alabaster breasts. Her breath became ragged and pulsating as the obscene images darted back and forth in her mind.
I'm becoming aroused again, she thought in horror. I'm becoming aroused with the need for sex, for release… My God, I've changed, changed into something unutterably hideous, and I have no control over myself… Yes, yes I have control, I have to stop this, I have to stop thinking these thoughts…
But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was beginning to seethe with passion once again, her brain dwelling on the prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other thoughts – pushing away the same and the hurt and the anger and the fear. She spread her legs far apart under the covers, opening her vaginal orifice erotically wide, and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears she said, "Kirk, darling… Kirk, I want you."
There was a moment of silence, and then he said, "What?"
"I want you, Kirk. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me, Kirk, hard and deep. Now! Right now!"
He raised his head, staring down at her unbelievingly. Had he heard right? "Vicki, you can't be serious…"
"Oh yes I am," she said. "I'm serious, Kirk. I want you to make love to me. I want you to… fuck me, yes, I want you to fuck me, right here and now in this strange bed in this strange house. I want you to fuck me, Kirk darling. Please fuck me!"
Kirk's cock leapt into involuntary erection in his trousers at the obscene words his lovely young wife was whispering to him. What was the matter with her? Had she somehow become unhinged by what she had seen and done on this night? But, God, she's so lovely, so perfect… Yes, I want her, too! Christ help me, but I want her right now! I want to fuck her!
"Vicki… oh, Vicki, yes, I want you, I want to… fuck you!"
"Then do it! Hurry, darling! Get naked. Quickly, quickly!"
Kirk suddenly jumped to his feet and began to pull off his clothes for the second time that night. He was becoming incensed with passion as his brain dwelled on his wife's words, for he knew that this wasn't going to be an ordinary coupling between them. This was going to be something new, something special, something he had hoped and prayed for the entire year they had been married.
He was going to fuck his wife instead of simply having sex with her.
When Kirk was completely naked, his cock swaying menacingly like a cobra with its thick mushrooming head and ridged expanse, he lay down on the bed beside his wife and gathered her into his arms. Her hands immediately searched out the bloated sac of his sperm-filled balls, lovingly caressing the swollen softness. Then her hand closed around the base of his shaft and began to rub it lightly as her lips pressed hotly to the side of his neck as if trying to fuse with his skin.
Kirk's hand moved down between their tightly clasped bodies to fondle the moist, hair-lined furrow between his wife's velvet-soft thighs, little groans of rising pleasure escaping his lips. This foreplay was driving him to the brink of explosion, and the heat in his balls was so intense he thought he'd cum right then and there. He wanted to fuck her! Fuck her right now, this second – he couldn't wait to shove his long throbbing cock deep up into his wife's soft white belly.
"Vicki!" he groaned, wanting to use the words with her that he knew Eric Kaye must have used. "Vicki, take my cock and put it in your pussy! Do it now, baby! I want you now, baby!"
Vicki, too, was on fire, thinking only of fulfillment from the still burgeoning desire consuming her naked flesh. Flushing the covers out of the way, she raised herself quickly beside him, up onto all fours on the bed. Then she dipped her fingers down between his splayed legs, seizing his obscenely bobbing cock again and teasing the hardened head maddeningly with her thumb, making Kirk squirm and groan with the intensity of her manipulation. After a moment, she moved forward, raising one leg and sliding it across him so that she was straddling his belly with her knees pressed to his sides. The tight, elastic opening of her cuntal mouth was spread invitingly wide above the quivering head of his cock still held in her hand. Slowly, she guided the hot, fleshy monster up to her desire-moistened vagina, teasing the glans along the butter-soft slit with tantalizing slowness.
Kirk groaned ecstatically, and she crooned, "Do you like that, lover? Do you like that?"
"Oooooh, yesssss!" he bubbled.
Suddenly, without warning, Vicki dropped downward and impaled herself on his lust-burning shaft as if it was a knife and she was committing some kind of cleansing suicide which would make her spirit free and pure again.
"Aaaaaggghh!" she groaned as the full length of her husband's lust-engorged cock filled her vagina, slamming painfully against her cervix deep inside her quivering belly. She sat hard against his bloated balls, feeling them bulging against her buttocks, and began immediately to bob up and down, leaning forward on her hands spread wide out on either side of Kirk's shoulders. Her full, high-set breasts danced wildly back and forth with her effort, the nipples brushing his hirsute chest. Her cunt nibbled its way lewdly up his cock to the very crest, fell back to sheath it completely and then climbed to the tip once more. The sensitive muscles of her warm wet vagina clasped the turgid rod of flesh tightly, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it again as if it were a cow's teat and her tender but insistent pussy a strong milker's hand.
"That's it, baby, that's iiitttt!" Kirk screamed up at her, taking one tautly slaving ass-cheek in either hand and kneading them almost savagely in his passion. "Fuck it, Vicki my darling! Oh Vicki, God, Vicki, ride my prick and make me cum like you did to Eric!"
Vicki's cuntal passage was one throbbing mass of exquisite joy, so great a joy that she strove as she had never striven before to reach the pinnacle of the orgasm which was surging through her in swirling waves. Dear God, dear God! her brain cried. This was beautiful, this was wonderful… never had there been anything as good as this! How could she have failed to even try anything this good until now? How could she have been so blind in sexual matters? She wasn't a whore, wasn't a whore at all… no, for the first time she realized that she was just a woman, a woman coming awake as if from some dormancy, a woman becoming aware of desires and passions and depths which she had never known or even suspected were there! She was alive! Alive!
Kirk's fingers were now digging wildly into the soft firm flesh of her buttocks, manipulating the perspiration slick mounds. The hard fingers slipped into the softly sensitive crevice between them, spreading them wide to expose the tiny, puckered ring of her naked anus. He could feel with his fingertips the outward-pulling of her cuntal lips as she drew sensuously upward on his hardened shaft, the inward-contracting of her fluted pussy mouth when she drove down on his blood-swollen member. The crazy feeling only further excited him, and he teased his light index finger back up to probe at her anus, slipping the tip just inside and eliciting mewls of both pleasure and pain from his wife's nakedly bobbing form above him. He was seized in that moment with a wicked urge to degrade his straddling wife and ram his finger deep, deep into her rectum, and he cried out, "I want to put my finger in your ass-hole, Vicki, baby! I want to shove my ringer all the way up your beautiful sweet ass-hole!"
"Yessss!" Vicki heard herself answer, further excited by the salaciousness of the idea of her virginal anus being penetrated by her husband's finger. "Yes, Kirk, put it up my ass-hole! Do it now, noowwwww!"
Almost brutally, Kirk drove his finger hard up into the spongy orifice to the first knuckle, spreading the fleshy circle wide to accept his unnatural probing.
"Auuuuggh!" Vicki screamed. "Oh God, it hurts, it hurts. But don't stop. Please, don't stop." But then as her rectal passage became accustomed to the forbidden invader, the writhing brunette felt a pleasure even more acute than the pain she'd just experienced. Loving it, wanting it, she drove backward and down on Kirk's rotating finger, skewering it into her rectum to the second knuckle, all the way to the palm of his hand. At the same time, she heaved and clasped her warm, moist cuntal sheath down on his upward-jerking cock as she endeavored to draw all of it into her lust-incensed belly.
"Aaaiiieee!" she wailed. "Uuuuugghh, oh, God, Kirk, I love it! I love your cock in my cunt and I love your finger in my ass-hole! I love it, Kirk, I love it, love it, love itttt!"
Yes, she thought through the kaleidoscopically spinning lights of her approaching climax, I love it and I love you, my darling husband! I no longer hate you for what you did with Christy, no longer hate myself for what I did with her husband… it was as if tonight was fated and destined to happen exactly as it did, as if through some divine guidance you and I were meant to be mutually unfaithful in order to achieve a greater bond… yes, in order that we might both learn something new and wonderful about ourselves and about life, that we might become better and happier and more fulfilled people…
"Harder!" she cried out to her husband beneath her insanely undulating body, tossing her head from side to side in wild abandon and swirling her long raven hair like some ritualistic dancer about her face. "Fuck me harder, Kirk darling, fuck me harder with your cock and your finger! Make me cum at the same time you cum!"
The obscene words spewing unbelievably from the lips of his young dark-haired wife caused Kirk to lever up off the bed, drubbing his cock even deeper into her hungrily welcoming belly, worming his finger around madly in her rectum. She thrust down and back, down and back in a lewd rocking rhythm, ramming the swollen head of his bludgeoning cock hard against her cervix, imbedding his finger to its fullest length in the soft moist darkness of her anal passage. The exquisite unison of the two invading members and her own frenzied and abandoned jerkings were completely attuned now, perfectly in time. She reveled in the lascivious gushing sounds his cock and his finger made as they withdrew, and then jerked back into her yielding cunt and rectum. They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her orgasm climbed higher, higher and finally reached the peak…
And she was there!
She was cumming, cumming for the first time like a real woman, cumming like she had never cum before even with Eric Kaye, cumming like a loving wife with her own husband's cock buried deep and rock-hard inside her!
"Ooooohhhaaggghhh! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm cuuuumminnng!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Kirk chanted as he felt his own orgasm hit, the hot torrents of his thick white semen searing like molten lava up along his cock from the sanctuary of his balls.
Glowing flames of his obscenely jetting semen washed against her cervix and filled her vagina with heat as intense as any blaze, then overflowed back out of her clasping, twitching cavern to cascade down around Kirk's madly erupting shaft like some impossibly lewd waterfall to pool on his belly, drenching their pubic hair with sticky connecting strands of milky white liquid. And Vicki's cum too, was added to the lustful flood as she floated away once more into that strange, ecstatic galaxy of mindless delight, floated even farther away than was imaginable, to the most mind-boggling far reaches of the universe. Astride her husband, she jerked and bucked and twisted, riding his spurting cock and his twisting finger, riding them like they were the finest of stallions and she an expert bronco-buster.
Finally, she returned to sanity as Kirk withdrew his now-deflated shaft and his ringer simultaneously, the two escaping hardnesses of her lover making equally soft wet swishing sounds at her cunt and her rectum. She collapsed across him, still half-insane with satiated rapture, and nuzzled her head into the hollow of his throat, feeling their commingled juices coagulating between their tightly pressed stomachs as if it was some irremovable glue binding them forever together.
A long time later, Kirk whispered softly, stroking her tangled, sweat-dampened hair, "Oh, God, darling… oh, God, I never thought anything could be that good! Never dreamed of it!"
"Oh, yes!" she agreed. "Oh, yes, lover, it was positively fantastic!"
"Better than with… with Eric Kaye?"
"A thousand times better! And did Christy make you any happier than I just did?"
"Christ, no! She couldn't even come close!"
"I love you, Kirk, I really do," Vicki whispered. "And I… I forgive you for what happened tonight."
"And I love you… and forgive you, too."
"You know something, Kirk my darling? I'm glad you… you did what you did with Christy and I'm glad I did what I did with Eric. I'm glad because it made what we just had together possible."
Kirk was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Yes, yes, you're right. I'm glad too, because… well, honey, our sex life hasn't been that great until now. I'm sorry to have to say it, but…"
"Shhh," she crooned, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I know, baby; I know I was too inhibited, I know that now. But it'll be different from now on. I'm… well, I guess I'm changed by this night. I feel like I'm a different woman."
"I think you are, honey. And I'm so happy that you are that I can't begin to tell you!"
They were silent for a long time, lost in the presence of one another, in what they had discovered between them. Finally Vicki said, "You know… I think Christy and Eric planned what happened tonight. I really do."
"I was thinking about that, too," Kirk said. "And I agree. Christy seemed pretty confident, as if she knew we weren't going to get caught because of some prearranged plan."
"Yes," said Vicki. "And Eric led me in here and directly to that door as if he knew all along what was happening in that bathtub."
"It's funny, but I can't be angry at them for it. I mean, look what it's done for us, for our physical unification."
"I didn't think I could ever face either of them again, but now I know I can," Vicki said. "And not be ashamed."
"Then – shall we stay the night?" Kirk asked.
"When Eric told me you were in here, he suggested we do just that."
"Yes, let's," Vicki said. "I'm… too tired and contented to move anyway."
She rolled off of her husband and lay pressed dose to him on the love-soaked bed. After a few moments, completely satiated and guilt-free in their new-found love for one another, they fell dreamlessly asleep together.