Janet McCoy - The wife_s new pet

"Oooohhh! I love it! I love the way you screw me, Hank! Uuuuhh, Jee-zuz! I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"

"Shit, hot cunt! Christ, I'm cumming, too!"

That was the first installment of the evening. They slept and woke and fucked, until late the next morning, when there came a knock at the door. They lay very still, waiting for whoever it was to go away. Instead, a key turned in the lock, and the old prospector walked in.

"Jim, what the fuck are you doing here? Get out! And leave that key on the dresser! You don't need it now that Nugget's not here any more!"

The old man seemed completely unimpressed either by Wanda's anger or by Hank's presence. "Yeah, I don't know where that boy got to! He ran out on me last night! But he'll be back. I know that devil!"

Wanda reached for a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out!"

"Sure! I was just hoping that little blonde girlie would be here again!"

"What blonde girlie?!" Hank demanded. Suddenly his suspicions of Ellie came rushing back to him. He still didn't know what had gone on here yesterday, and the prospector's leering remark had brought an immediate sickening conviction to his heart. He was talking about Ellie! He knew it!

Only when Hank had sat up did Jim recognize the young husband of the woman he had attacked yesterday afternoon on Wanda's bed. His casual manner quickly evaporated. He almost ran out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Hank leapt out of bed and scrambled into his clothes.

"Don't hurt him, Hank. Jim's a pain in the ass sometimes but, basically, he's harmless."

"I don't give a damn about him. I'm going home – to talk to my wife!"

Wanda was frightened for the young wife. She tried to divert Hank's attention by pressing her tits against his arm.

"Leave me alone, Wanda," he told her curtly. "Right now, I don't know who's on my side." He left.

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.