Janet McCoy - The wife_s new pet

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!"