J. Watson: Wives In Torment

"No," Julia said. "No, I can't go anywhere with you."

Julia jerked her arm away. She couldn't believe that Carolyn had started her car and was driving away. Carolyn was her friend. Carolyn wouldn't do that.

"Now let's not get rough," the man said. "We can be good friends if you act right."

"Keep away from me," Julia said.

"It's a pity," the man said. "And you were doing so well. I thought this might be easy."

He grabbed her arm and she raked her nails across his arm. He slapped her hard across her face. She stepped back and he took her arm again.

"In the car," he said.

She was determined that she wasn't going to get into that car. She tried to pull away from him again. This time he held her steady with one hand while he blocked her raking nails with the other.

"Stop it," he said. "Stop it or I'm going to have to get rough."

She tried to kick him but he moved too quickly. He took her small hand in his big fist and started squeezing. She was aware of sharp pains and then her arm started going numb. Tears stung at her eyes.

"Get in the car, honey," he said softly. "In the back seat."

She was slowly going down to her knees on the dirt road. She could only nod her head. He released her and this time she didn't fight as he pushed her into the back seat.

"That's better," he said. Much better."

She slid into the back seat and pulled her skirt back down over her knees. She saw his eyes going slowly over her body and she felt a pang of alarm.

He got in beside her.

"Let's go, Randy," he said.

The young man turned the car around and got it back out onto the highway. They were going north where there was nothing but mountain cabins for a long distance. She wondered again how Carolyn could allow them to do this to her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Julia whispered.

The big man leered at her.

"You're a pretty woman," he said. "What do you think we're going to do to you?"

She felt as if a hand had clutched her heart. She couldn't breathe.

"Please don't hurt me," she said. "My husband has money. He'll pay you. Only don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "You'll like what I have in mind."

"No," she whispered.

He only laughed and she could tell that he would have no pity on her.

She wondered about the other one but then she remembered the leering grin he had given her. No, he would have no pity either.

"My name's Bud," the large man said. "My friend up there is Randy.

We're glad to meet you, Julia."

"How did you know my name?" Julia asked.

"Ahhh, honey," Bud said. "We know nearly everything there is to know about you."

Without warning Bud grabbed her behind the head and jerked her close to him. His full lips pressed hotly down against hers. She struggled as she felt his tongue trying to get between her lips.

Struggling was doing her no good. Bud was strong and he held her easily with one hand while his other hand began to explore her body.

She felt his probing fingers trace an outline underneath her large titties.

Then she felt one hot hand cupping her left tit through the thin material of her blouse.

She was shocked but she was also fascinated. She had never thought of herself as a woman who would enjoy being manhandled. Yet, almost immediately she felt short of breath and she could feel a sticky heat between her thighs.

Bud released her. He was smiling. "I'll be damned," he said. "I think she's going to be a hot one, Randy."

"Please let me go," Julia pleaded.

"Why, baby?" Bud asked. "You afraid you might enjoy it too much?"

That was exactly what she was afraid of. She had been frustrated too long by her husband's feeble attempts to satisfy her. Both these men looked horny and capable.

"We're here," Randy said.

She looked out the window at the flashing lights of the motel. She didn't recognize it. She didn't even remember there being a motel this far north.

This was a well-formulated plan because the men didn't have to register. They jerked her out of the car and hustled her quickly into one of the motel rooms.

The place was small and dingy. There was only one bed in the middle of the room. She felt a little weak.

She felt Bud's hand dropping to the curve of her ass. She shivered as his hot hand cupped one cheek and then the other. He dropped his hand lower and he slipped it up under her skirt to touch the backs of her thighs.

"I'll scream," she warned. "Somebody will hear."

She felt his fingers tighten in warning on the back of her leg.

"You'll only get hurt screaming," he said.

She knew what he said was true. She had no choice. His hand went higher, touching her panty-clad buttocks in a firm caress.

"You're going to like us, baby," Randy said. He was taking off his clothes. "We're going to give you a fucking like you've never had before."

Bud gave her a shove and she sprawled on the bed. Her dress had slipped up above her thighs to reveal her shapely legs. She felt Bud's hot eyes looking at her in admiration.

"Damn," he said. "Your pussy's going to feel fine with those long legs wrapped around me."

Randy had everything off but his shorts. She could see the hard bulge through the thin material. He came to her while Bud started undressing.

"Let's get your things off," he said. "I want to see those titties."

"Please," she said.

Randy only smiled. He dropped on the bed on top of her, one hard knee pressing between her thighs.

He started kissing her face and throat.

"God, you feel good," he said. "You're a big woman. I like a big woman."

Before she could protest his hand came to the top of her blouse and ripped downward. She felt the buttons pop off and she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin.

"Damn," he said. "Would you look at those knockers, Bud. Jesus, I've never. seen a pair of boobs like this."

He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her large titties were freed and his lips immediately closed over a nipple. He made little sounds as he sucked her nipple into hardness.

She realized he was being as rough as she'd always wanted her husband to be. He was using her body like she'd wanted it to be used. She was still afraid but she could also hear the pounding of her heart as she grew more excited.

He moved his sucking lips to her other nipple. His hot mouth drew in her quivering flesh. God, how she wanted to be able to control herself in front of these two men, but even now her thighs were rubbing against his knee.

"Sweet pussy," Bud said. "I told you she'd be a hot one. She's going to enjoy this."

He walked once more into her sight and she saw that he had undressed completely. His prick was already hard and she was shocked at its size. She'd always thought that all pricks were the same. His prick was a weapon.

"Oh Jesus," she said softly.

He came to his knees on the bed so that his prick waved inches from her face.

"You like it, honey," he said. "I can tell you do. You're hot for it.

Well you're going to get it. Up every hole. When you leave here you're going to know you've been fucked. Now take me in your sweet little mouth. Show me what a good cocksucker you can be."

She didn't want to but he grabbed her by the head and jerked her head closer. She felt his trembling cock rub across her lips. He was already leaking and she tasted a little of his salty fluid. She saw herself in the bedroom mirror and saw that his cock had left a white smear across her lips.

"There," he said. "You look pretty with your lips covered with a little jism. That's the way a pretty woman should look. Now open your mouth."

"No," she whispered.

"Open your mouth," he said. "Or I'm going to tell Randy to start biting. He's got very strong teeth."