Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

Kim felt the hot juice of his passion filling her, warming her, coating the walls of her sacred vagina. It flashed through her clouded mind that she might get pregnant, but her orgasm con-tinued to shake her until the whole idea was pushed out of her mind by the pleasure that filled her loins. The cock inside her continued to jerk and squirt inside her until the hot cream washed back out of her around the penis buried inside her and ran in thick rivulets down the inside of her thighs and dripped in a long string from her cunt to the couch she knelt upon.

Ike kept on moving in her until he felt his cock softening, though it didn't shrink by much. Tremulously, the girl sagged forward, her senses and responses numbed by the force of her earthshaking orgasm, her belly filled with sperm. Ike let her collapse onto the couch, drawing his cock from her cunt with an audible sucking sound. Her delicate vagina slowly began to return to normal size while millions of Ike Harvey's tiny wiggle-tailed sperm swam in her womb and the white semen drained out of her gaping young cunt to pool on the cushions. Rising with a satisfied smile, Ike gave her throbbing pussy an affectionate pat and began to dress.

Going to his safe, Ike took out three hundred-dollar bills and put them in an envelope with a note that he scribbled on a piece of paper from his memo pad. The envelope he put in her purse.

Then he turned to his intercom and addressed his secretary. "Harriett, would you please make me a reservation for lunch at Dino's? No, just for one."

It was a very shaken and confused young Kim that caught the bus for home nearly two hours later. She had arranged her hair as best she could, but she hadn't been able to find her panties anywhere in the office. She had lain there in the afterglow, still on her face with one leg off the edge of the couch cushion. Kim vaguely remembered feeling Ike leave her, pulling his unerect cock, which had not shrunk much at all in the softening, out of her soft, contented vagina, and hearing him dress, call his secretary, and go out of the office. Unable to move in the aftermath of the fucking she had received, she had lain there for an hour while ghosts of Curt and her mother danced reprovingly through her head.

Kim stood in the bus, hanging on the overhead bar, while the residue of Ike's thick, white semen ran in trails down the inside of her legs all the way to her ankles. She hoped no one on the crowded bus would notice. Then, she would be definitely embarrassed. Fucked, well and truly fucked, by her husband's employer! She had to live with the fact that something very unusual had happened, that a very lewd thing had been done to her, and that she had assisted in it.

As she stood in the bus, she felt Ike Harvey's semen running down the inside of her left thigh to her ankle. She prayed that no one would notice it. And then when she jumped down from the bus on the corner of the street where she lived, a large gob of it squeezed out of the vagina and fell on the sidewalk. Kim ran home frantically hoping that no other accidents would happen before she could get to her apartment and shower off the remnants of her afternoon of illicit sex.

After her shower, she stood before the mirror and surveyed herself for the second time that day. Her body was glowing with contentment and it showed. Her breasts seemed heavier, even larger and the nipples were still throbbingly erect and a darker pink than ever before. Her inner vaginal lips protruded slightly as her well-fucked, unusually stretched cunt had not yet returned to its normal, trim tightness. She was sad that she could not share this feeling with her beloved new husband, but then she remembered that he was the only one who was ever supposed to make her feel this way. And she immediately felt a stab of guilt.

At about four o'clock the phone rang and Kim picked it up eagerly, needing to speak to someone to fill the empty feeling she felt inside.

"Hi, Kim," came the woman's voice. "It's Susie."

"Oh, Sue," Kim said with relief. "I'm glad you called." Sue was Kim's best friend and many were the afternoons they had spent together in the apartment of one or the other. Kim loved Sue's bubbly, good-natured personality. She was twenty-three, worldly wise, had been divorced about a year previously, and Kim suspected she slept around with an assortment of men. So who am I to talk now? Kim berated herself. After what I did today.

"I'm glad you called, Sue," Kim went on. "I've got to talk to someone."

"Hmmm, sounds earth-shaking," Sue said. "Do you want me to come over? I'm always ready for a good bit of gossip."

Kim knew that what she needed now was to confide in someone and Sue was the only one she could trust. She wouldn't tell a soul. The young bride just had to pour out her heart to someone, to air her doubts and fears, to somehow find some reassurance.

Five minutes later Sue was knocking on the door and ten minutes later the two girls sat drinking coffee while the younger of the two tried to tell the other about the incredible thing that had happened that afternoon. Sue was a lovely young woman with wavy brown hair and a great shape. Her big brown eyes had never failed to draw a masculine stare. Kim wondered why, even after what she had done today, that she couldn't feel as free as she knew her friend was.

"I went to see Curt's boss," Kim began, pulling at her slender fingers nervously, "to try to talk him into promoting Curt."

Sue opened her mouth wide. "You're kidding!" she said, slapping her curvaceous thigh. "I can't believe you'd do such a thing."

"It seemed right at the time," Kim defended herself. " Curt and I have been having such an awful time because of the job. You know what a disappointment it's been for us, and it was even affecting our relationship. He couldn't even make love anymore."

Sue nodded knowingly. "Limp dick. I've seen it before. My marriage went that way before I decided on a divorce. Things go bad for these guys and they think they should make a woman suffer too. Just lay there with a wilted cock as if to say we don't turn them on anymore."

"Well, that's how it was with us. He couldn't even look me in the eyes. I didn't blame him, God knows I didn't, but he was probably thinking I did. I didn't even blame him because he couldn't make love. It just seemed he was blaming me for everything."

"So what happened?" Sue pressed her. "Seems to me that Curt's boss would have fired him for what you did. You didn't really think he'd promote Curt after you did that, did you?"

Kim bowed her head shamefully. "I was so stupid. But I was desperate. Our whole relationship was falling apart at the seams."

"So you jeopardised Curt's job over a little fucking?" Sue seemed to have lost all sympathy, but then she laughed. "So then what happened? There you stood with egg on your face."

"An omelet. He wanted to fire Curt then and there."

Sue sat spellbound, waiting for the next shocking revelation. "So what did you do?"

"I let him-I mean he," Kim faltered, afraid to utter the words that would make the afternoon's dreamlike events into a reality. "I let him do it to me. Sex. Sexual Intercourse." Kim paused, gazing at the blank face of her dumbfounded best friend. "I let him have sex with me."

Sue couldn't say anything for several moments. Then she said in a low, even voice. "You let him fuck you? Where? Right there in the office?"

"We did it on the couch," she said, then blurted impulsively, "He had this great big, uh, thing… Oh, Sue, it felt so good!"

Sue stared at her in bewildered silence, then broke into gales of laughter. "So little Kimmy-loo finally got her first strange fuck! And she liked it!" Sue shook with laughter, then saw that Kim had dissolved into tears. "So what's wrong, darling? You got fucked and you liked it. So what?" She moved over to the younger girl and put her arm around her shoulders. "Come on, baby. It can't be as bad as all that," she said sympathetically.