Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

"AAAggggggghhhh!" she groaned, and Val took the swelling, writhing cheeks of her buttocks again and pulled her tightly back to him. She raised them at the same time so that the smooth, now wet folds of her rectum held him tightly until she could feel every parcel of his rigid column. She moaned incoherently and capitulated to the wonderfulness of madness she'd never known before. The lure of the flesh was a drug upon her mind, as much a drug as the marijuana cigarettes she'd smoked. Her fogged brain reeled pagan debauchery and she screwed her ass tightly back against his driving pelvis and his balls pressed hard against the wet, wide-stretched perforation of her vulva, and his soft, hair-covered skin prodded teasingly against her tiny, wounded anus, sending shivers of lewd enchantment surging through her raging nerve ends.

There was nothing left in this world; no tomorrow, no yesterday, no Larry. Nothing except the deep, dark hole of her lust and flesh of this stranger's instrument, and the smack of his belly flattening her ass cheek with each powerful lunge of his hips.

"Ooooohh, yes… yes… yes!" she mewled. "Harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder in the asshole! Give it to meeee!" she begged uncontrollably, gasping at her approaching orgasm. She was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath her wildly bucking rider, her legs splayed wide apart, her ass blush-red from the naked intrusion upon it. She was white-hot, her head and long reddish-blonde hair tossing wildly, her mouth open with abandon. Her legs quivered as she spiraled her ravenously hungry anus back up against Val's slippery, plunging shaft. Tiny devils danced relentlessly through her blood, probing her tissues and marrow with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks, and her rectum seethed for release. She was seconds from cumming, and the sweat poured from her pores and into the hollowing of her back as she strove wildly for her conclusion.

And then… it happened!

Val clamped his mouth shut and gritted an oath through his firm jaw. His hot sperm gurgled like the backing up of a great reservoir of hot seething lava, and then jetted inside her belly in vast, gushing torrents. His cock jerked and bolted like a crazed stallion, oozing and pumping and shooting the orgiastic liquid in seeming bucketfuls from his vengefully emptying balls into her warm, moist anus. She gripped her buttocks together so that the tight, elastic ring which encircled Val's throbbing penis would hold the depleting seminal fluid. Finally the pouring turned into a thin trickle, and she suddenly became aware through her own passion that his climax had passed, and his penis began to deflate as he groaned out his contentment from the release.

"Nooo!" she wailed. “Nooo, darling, don't stop! Don't pull out! I want to cummmmm!” she sobbed, frustration making her beg and pound her feet on the tile. She squeezed her buttocks harder against his softening penis, her cum but an infinitesimal second away, and she cried out to Frank to shove, to pump, to use his rapidly deflating cock for one last lunge.

Val needed no inducement. His heavy body dropped down on her ravaged form like a sack of cement, smashing her fully to the patio, his still half-rigid cock pushing the now widely stretched and unresisting rectum before it in rippling waves of cruel passion.

It was all that was needed for Patty. She yelled from his brutal impalement and surprise action, but as her greedy flesh clasped around the cudgel hungrily, his balls smacking her hair-covered cunt, she groaned with relief at the filling of her ass, and she groveled pitifully as the expanding cock again dug into her like a jackhammer.

"I'm… I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!" Her hands reached behind and stretched the moons of her buttocks wide, skewering her ass up against Val's cock in a maniacal, frenzy, wanting him deeper and deeper in her wide-splayed hole. His cum dribbled down the split and mingled with her shooting vaginal juices and drooled over his swinging balls as they rubbed against her crotch. Bright flashes filled the sky as Patty continued to grunt out her climax, her orgasm releasing more fluids which rivered their way down to flow with the rest of the wetness. She bounced her ass cheeks and threw her head from side to side, and then she fell flat, spent and almost comatose. She never felt Val's cock slip from her rectum, all wilted and brown like a wilted head of lettuce, or saw the lewd, satiated grin on his face.

Neither did she see the slender shadow which was beside the oleander bushes, next to the patio. She would have cared about the dark figure which lurked unobtrusively, for she had certainly never anticipated being seen in such a lewd, depraved act that she had just been a part of. But the night hid the man from her eyes, and he had wisely kept silent, but his eyes fairly glowed with lust and the saliva edged from his panting jaws and pooled upon the ground.

He rubbed his hands together, then as Patty burst apart with her climax and collapsed to the tile, he turned and with a dry, quiet chuckle walked back into the house.

Yes, he thought, that was a fine piece out there, a very fine piece of ass. I'd like to add that trophy to my collection. I'd like to feel her sweet young lips clamped around my cock, and see her suck me to cumming. Yes, and I'll have just that… or my name isn't Rick Renault the Third!

He wiped his wet chin and smoothed out the smog-gray mustache which lined his upper lip. He thought about ways of seducing the girl, turning over in his mind a thousand plots which the years of venal skullduggery had filed away. Then he hit upon one of the simplest, most foolproof of them all.

"All I need is a pretext to get her here," he reasoned to himself as he strode quickly to the bedroom where the guests' coats and belongings were located. "Now I believe her purse is in here. Hmm…

It took but one moment for the deftly fingered man to locate Patty's purse among the effects, and after making sure nobody was around, he took the purse and rifled it. He held up a small, gold compact, heavily scrolled and very beautiful. He opened it and read the inscription:

"'To my darling wife with eternal love, Larry.'" He smiled at the romantic thought. "Isn't that sweet of him?" he said. "Well, Larry, you don't know it, but your generosity is going to help me debauch your wife. You're going to betray her. Tomorrow!"

Renault laughed gleefully at the ironic thought, and pocketing the compact he put everything back as it was and left the room to rejoin the sleeping Barbara Davis…

Patty was watching a game show on television when the telephone rang at one o'clock the next afternoon. She was drowsing in one of Marcia's easy chairs, not particularly concentrating on the flickering TV screen. She hadn't slept at all last night, simply lying awake in the large double bed next to Marcia, staring at the darkened ceiling and reliving in her mind the jumbled events of the evening… the marijuana, the lewd shameless orgy she had witnessed and been part of. The entire time, she had tried to make herself feel low, demeaned, the worst kind of harlot, "A gutter whore" as Tom Jennings, her father-in-law, had called her, but she had felt nothing. It was as if that evening, and all that had happened in that evening, had purged her of all guilt, all shame, all inhibitions yes, even all emotion. She was barren inside now, somehow void of any normal reactions to the totally alien acts which she had perpetrated upon her body and upon her mind in the past two days. She was a shell, a lump of clay, no longer even certain about her previously desperate love for her husband, Larry Jennings; no longer even certain that she cared for him at all, or that she cared for anything. She had moved about the house this morning in a kind of listless daze, causing Marcia to ask if there was anything the matter, answering that there wasn't, she was just not feeling too well, but nothing serious. Marcia had clucked sympathetically, smiled tenderly at her, and left for work. Patty had spent the morning just sitting in front of the television, staring at the rectangular tube, not thinking about anything really, her mind blank.