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Pam was shocked when her husband was so open and blase about swapping her off to another man.

Kenny shrugged. "You oughtta try it, baby. You might like it."

Pam didn't try it. She found out later that Kenny had screwed the woman, and had brought his secretary along for her husband.

Still Pam hadn't left him.

"C'mon, baby, ol' Daddy Kenny wants a little of Pam's pussy!"

And I want your cock, Pam thought, but not now, not this way! The only reason you want me is because no one fucked you at the office today!

She turned in his arms and buried her head into his shoulder. She started crying.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

"I want you so bad," she sobbed. "I want you, too. So let's do it!"

"No, no, no!"

But his hands were working on her body. Bile could feel hot, twitching sensations deep with in her belly, and her cuntal lips were secreting droplets of juice, moistening her panties. She clenched her thighs together, trying to fight the exciting jolts that were racing through her pussy. Her nipples hardened. She tried to will her body to stop, but her need was too much. And his cock was too close, too exciting.

Lenny continued to stoke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying not, although her face was still buried against his chest and her hands still clutched his shirt. He sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back, down, down almost to the curve of her ass.

His hand dipped under her circa, trailing hot paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch her tits, cupping first one.

She turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed lightly shut, her lips parting wetly.

Stop, stop him! Pam's mind screamed. Tell him to go to hell, to go fuck one of his whores!

But her body was screaming for his cock.

Kenny ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his, fucking his tongue forward to slip past her teeth and into her mouth. Pinwheels of lust flashed in Pam's eyes at the physical impact of his kiss.

Her hand lifted to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together.

His hand was pushing her bra up now, touching the hot flesh of her naked tit, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed in and out of her mouth, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds of pleasure deep un her throat.

His fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moving inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the first curling strands of her soft, downy cunt fleece. But he didn't stop there. He let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended, until it came in sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.

Pam's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked pussy. Her whole body began to vibrate violently and she began to moan.

From somewhere far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again. No, this is wrong, this is all wrong! I'm not some whore to be used, I'm not merely a receptacle for his cum juice! I still love him, dammit, no matter what he's done, but I don't want to be used. stop him!

But she didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. Shit was incapable of pulling away from him. She loved his touch on her cunt. She loved his tongue in her mouth. Oh, God, she couldn't stop it now at all. It was too late.

Kenny dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling slit of her burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clit, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her pussy and the vibrating of her firm young body.

"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers briefly. "Baby, I want you. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you, baby."

"Oh yes, yes, Kenny darling, and I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Kenny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!"

Albert moved aside as the young man sprinted past him and out of the room. He stood, staring at his beautiful, naked wife lying on the bed – their bed. Her recent arousal was evident by the amount of juice oozing from her gaping cuntal lips.

"Why, Viola? How could you, right in our own house… our own bed?"

"Because I wanted to get fucked, Albert. And now you scared the poor boy off. You'll just have to take his place!"

Albert was filled with mixed emotions. He was angry and hurt. He had to control himself so that he just didn't rant and rave like a lunatic. His wife – his beautiful Viola – fucking another man, taking the cock of a stranger into her cunt, begging to be fucked as though she was nothing more than a common whore!

No, no, he had to stop thinking that way. Albert had to control himself.

He looked at her with contempt in his eyes. He didn't speak, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair woes from her.

Albert knew she fucked other men. But he'd never actually seen her do it. "Don't you feel anything Viola?"

"Yeah… horny! Now, you asshole, if you don't want to fuck me, I'll go next door and find another cock!"

Thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack, Albert half-rose from the chair. "Viola… please, oh…"

"Don't please Viola me, you bastard! You think just because you're a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, I've got equal rights, and by God, I have equal feelings as well!"

"Is that why you let him fuck you? You know I don't screw around."

Viola smiled. "You should."

He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the bed and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his. "It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you and I don't want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew her to his chest.

Jesus, what a nurd he is! Viola thought. But she needed a fuck.

She snuggled to him, a new arousal beginning to spread though her body. Slowly, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly dampened by her husband. As her lust grew, she wanted Albert more and more, wanted his body lunging at her, wanted his cock plummeting into the depths of her pussy.

She withdrew her hand and dropped it to his pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was on his crotch.

"Let's fuck!" Her hand rose to his belt buckle. She took the belt strap and undid his pants. With the zipper pulled down she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping fingers. Her hand found the shaft of his dick. Blood pounded through the shaft to fill his cock to bursting.

Albert's hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. "Oh Christ!" he groaned. "I don't believe it!"

"You want me to, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Viola, yes, I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her mouth.

She pulled his prick out and threw herself over him, forcing him down on the bed. Her body jerked with the spasmodic rhythm of fucking. Slip groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit spreading wide to swallow his throbbing dick.

Then hot hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip fins on his cock. As he spoke she drew his shift harder against her, so that sit felt every ridge and vein against her skin.

"I want to feel it in my mouth!"

"God, yes, suck it, Viola," Albert moaned.

She pawed long enough to under him throwing clothes in a heap onto the floor. Met eyes never left his prick, feasting hungrily on the tbrobbing shaft. A weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming cockhead and staff as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.