Evelyn Street - Behind the barn

Sandra's glazed eyes swung over to the steaming, twisting couple. They were careening into a flailing collision of lust-driven fury… now accelerating… now finally far beyond any human control as their passion finally crested…

They were cumming!

Their lewd, hoarse shrieks of release were shatteringly near, and then began to fade, as Sandra's brain slipped at last utterly away. She was dissolved in a screaming rocket of head-long desire as shudder after shudder convulsed her. She felt the power of her approaching climax building, expanding deep within her womb.

And then, a tremendous hot flash drove through her.

"Unnnnnggghhh…" she grunted out loud, her mind dissolving in the intense radiation of pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis engulfing Sam's exhausted, moist face. Another blinding wave of heat exploded within her, travelling with gathering speed up the thrashing length of her spine.

Her head fell back, her mouth hung open.

"Oh My God! Sam! Sam!" she shrieked mindlessly, as another wave struck, and another, until the mounting shockwaves seemed to gather into a continuous thunderclap, converging on her lewdly tumbling body. She opened her mouth again, screaming wildly, oblivious of everything but the insatiable monster of her lust.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaarrrggghhhhhhhh…"

Her screams seemed to go on forever, echoing throughout the huge building, rising and falling, dying and rising from the embers of her hoarseness again like a phoenix, the full throated release of her passion buoyantly hurling her about in the momentum of her orgasm like a matchstick bobbing in the wind of a hurricane.

Blissful peacefulness was beginning to descend on her, wiping everything away but the glowing aftermath of her unbelievable release.

Reality intruded with crude brutality as fingers dug into her shoulder.

"Mmm, oh please don't…" she murmured, her eyes fluttering open.

Mike was standing over her, still stark naked!

Her eyes widened in terror, her voice tried to call out, but no sound came.

"You bitch!" he spat, "You fucking little adulterous slut!"

Sandra wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Shame and mortification flooded through her, crimsoning her downcast face. She was paralyzed with fear, too terrorized even to pull her skirt down over her still lewdly splayed thighs. She was painfully, desperately aware of her husband standing over her, his eyes travelling over the naked plane of her vagina, over her white nylon panties so casually discarded, over Sam's cowering, abject figure.

Unable to stand it any longer, Sandra hid her face in her hands, and started to sob helplessly, her body shaking with the force of her weeping. This was the end of everything! Mike had discovered her with Sam, spying on him. Sam would tell him everything, about the dog, about the veterinarian, McLean… Fresh sobs convulsed her as she thought of his rage, his fury. He'd kill her!

There was an ominous silence, broken only by her stifled sobs. Why doesn't Mike say something, do something? her mind wondered, anything to make this terrible moment pass. It seemed an eternity since he had called her those names. Now at least, anger, abuse would be natural! This silence wasn't.

"Well, Maguire, what are you waiting for?" Mike's voice, cold and toneless with rage and hatred rang out. "You're not going to stop now, are you?"

New terror gripped the frightened wife. What did Mike mean?

"I… uh… I…" Sam mumbled, his face beet red.

"Get on with it!" Mike snapped, and Sandra recoiled from the edge in his voice.

"W-with what?" Sam mumbled dully.

"You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Mike sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.

A new flood of embarrassment washed over Sandra. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her?

"No," Sam answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Sandra's sprawled figure.

"Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do without!" Mike jeered.

Sandra couldn't help herself.

"No Mike, please…"

"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.

Sandra cringed back against the wall, trying to stand up straight, but only succeeding in falling against the bales of straw in the corner.

"What do I have to do?" Sam asked, relieved to find Peters' anger directed towards his wife.

"I'll tell you what to do!" Mike snarled, "but first let me get the little lady, sorry, the whore, ready!"

Sandra cowered piteously as Mike approached her, and shielded her face with her her arm. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and pulled her to her feet. With one swift pull, he tore away her skirt, leaving her hips and thighs stark naked. And with a further exertion, he ripped the buttons of her blouse, tearing it from her shoulders. Last of all, he snatched away her blouse, leaving her totally naked.

"Oh God, please don't…" she sobbed, trying to cling to her husband's arm, trying to elicit some warmth in him. His only response was to fling her roughly onto the hay covered floor, where she fell in a disorderly heap, skinning her elbow against the stall, her body bruised from the unyielding surface. She wanted to cry, but couldn't. She could only lie there, a victim of her husband's mounting fury.

"Eve!" he called imperiously, "come and watch the show!" Sandra was aware of the young blonde milkmaid, slinking out of a corner where she had taken refuge. She was still naked and she looked very young and frightened, and she flattened herself against the wall, terrified of what was going on.

"All right, we can begin the show," Mike sneered, "and by Christ, the leading lady had better give a good performance!"

Sandra lay prostrate on the floor, unable to feel anything, conscious only of a desire for the whole perverted thing to be over with.

"Okay, Maguire, we're waiting for you! Get ready!"

Sam numbly began to undress, lifelessly discarding his clothes, until he, too, was stark naked, his prick banging semi-erect, jutting out half-heartedly from a tuft of reddish hair.

"Now let's think of a name for our show." Mike continued to jeer, "What about 'Wife turned Whore', or let me see. What about 'What Happens to a Cheating Wife'."

There was silence all around.

Unperturbed, Mike snapped: "There's your cue, Maguire! You're on stage!"

Sandra stared at her husband in disbelief. Was he really expecting them to go through with this travesty? Had he gone insane?

Incredulously, Sandra saw Sam shuffling towards her. He couldn't, he wouldn't touch her in front of Mike!

"Okay, Maguire," Mike's voice rang out again, "spread the lady's legs wide, real wide!"

Sandra shrank back down into the hay as Sam ambled nearer, and then she had to stifle a scream as his hands rested on her ankles.

"No! No!" she screamed, trying to keep her legs together. But he was too strong for her, and slowly, he forced her thighs apart, revealing the deep pink cleft of her trembling pussy. Shame crept like a smothering blanket over her as she felt the evening air rush in on her moist pussy. Oh God, I wish I were dead, her mind sobbed.

"Well, well, look at that!" Mike jeered, his voice dripping with scorn. "A nice juicy cunt, all wet and ready! You did a good job earlier, Maguire. Let's hope you can keep up the good work!"

Sandra wanted to put her hand down to cover her nakedness, but she was afraid of what Mike might do! She knew it would be fatal to cross him now, the mood he was in.

"Now, bitch," her husband spat, "it's your turn! Take that nice big cock that you're so fond of, and make it nice and hard, 'cause you don't want a limp prick in that cunt of yours, now do you?" Sandra felt a retch of nausea cramp her stomach. She couldn't believe that this was the man she had married, her husband!