Unknown - An animal-loving bride

As he lay there, Mark found that he was now able to think clearly… more clearly than he had been able since he had walked out of his next-door apartment. All his frustration and lust had been spent, allowing his mind to dwell on what had just taken place.

My God! I've just fucked another woman… a woman who is not my wife!!!

Even though he realized that she had all but raped him, he knew that he should have managed to keep himself under control. When he had made his marriage vows, he had truly meant them, and here, at the first chance he had had, he had merely cast them aside in favor of a few moments of pleasure. No matter how seductive Niven had been, there was no real reason for him to weaken as he had. He had married his wife because he loved her, and trying to hide from their problems by running out, getting drunk and fucking another woman wouldn't solve anything.

In fact, since Niven was his next-door neighbor, it would only make things worse. Meeting this lovely young blonde woman again was inevitable, and he wondered how he could look her in the face. She had been nothing but a vent for his lust. That was all she was to him, and he didn't know how he would be able to tell her that… not after what they had just done!

He heard Niven stirring next to him, getting her strength back before he did.

"Are you always this quiet after you fuck?" she asked, lifting her naked body up and looking down at him. There was a playful smile on her face, as though she didn't take any of this seriously.

Mark opened his eyes and looked up at her, his face no longer contorted with conflict or arousal, but wrinkled with worry… and a sense of guilt.

"There… there's something I have to tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Now that his mind was cleared, he was actually afraid that his wife would hear him through the walls.

"Ooohhh… do you have a disease?" she asked, her voice sounding strangely child-like. For the first time since he had met her, Mark wasn't certain about her age. At first, she had acted and carried herself as though she was his age… college age.

But now he wasn't so sure. She seemed… younger… much younger!

"Uuuuhhh… no. No, Niven, this might come as a shock to you…"

"But you live in this very building?"

Mark opened his mouth in shock. Niven smiled teasingly, remembering that Martin had told her to keep Mark off balance as much as she could without telling him everything.

"How… how did… how did you know?"

Something wasn't right. It hadn't really occurred to him before, but things had fallen into place just a little too easily. Niven had come into the bar right behind him, and she had acted as though he were just more than a casual pick up for her. There had been other men in the bar, but Niven had singled him out. This had all the smell of a set up… but who…? Why…?

"Lucky guess, love," she said, enjoying the conflict that was evident in his face. She came to a standing position and held herself over him as he remained on the floor. Like most people, Mark felt a little funny now about being naked in front of a near stranger, especially since he had just fucked her. But Niven was prancing around as though she were wearing a nun's habit. Clothes or no clothes were both the same to her, and it placed her in the superior position of command, as she had been all evening.

"I could make some other guesses about you that would really turn that nice brown hair white," she said teasingly as she picked up her glass from where she had set it and began sipping on it.

"Like what?" Mark was getting a little pissed. She was too cock-sure of herself… knowing something that he didn't.

"Well… I'll bet you live right there," she said, pointing to the wall that separated his apartment from hers.

Mark stiffened.

"And I'll guess… you're a newly-wed, and you and your wife have been having a few problems. Hard day at the office indeed."

She was acting as though she were leading him on to something, and Mark finally came to a standing position. He was going to find out what was happening here. He walked threateningly toward Niven, rage beginning to form in his eyes.

"And I would guess that your wife isn't alone right now," she said, timing her information perfectly. Mark stopped dead in his tracks, his teeth gritting. She was playing games with him, and he didn't like games. He liked everything up front so he could deal with it on a rational level.

"Suppose you tell me just what you mean by that," he seethed between his teeth. His hands were clenching and unclenching in tight little balls, and Niven's coy, child-like smile wasn't helping him any.

"I… uh… I don't exactly live alone," Niven said with a flourish of her hands around the apartment. "I have… shall we say, a lover? Martin, and he's a really nice man."

"Yeah… So?"

"So he's not here at the moment, and I don't think he'll be back for a while. But he's not too far away. Right next door in fact. You really shouldn't go away and leave your wife without fucking her when she really wants you."

Mark could feel his blood starting to boil. The innuendoes she was making her having a powerful effect on him. He reached out to her, but she moved cat-like away from him, his hands grabbing empty air where her throat had been. Niven wasn't frightened, but she sensed that she had to top off Martin's plan fast before Mark lost all rational control.

"You can't really blame her, after what you just did to me," she said, calmly, evenly, softly.

Again Mark stopped. Visions passed through his mind… visions of Niven sitting next to him in the bar… of him coming to her apartment with her, trying to make himself believe that nothing was going to happen. He could see that he had just been fooling himself. If he didn't want anything to happen… if he hadn't really wanted to fuck her, he would have just told her to get lost.

And there was another vision in his mind now… his wife, her naked body, her long legs spread wide, her cunt throbbing and eager…

That vision made him see red before his eyes, and he took a threatening step toward Niven, who slowly walked to the door of her apartment.

"You're lying," he said, hoping that, by saying that, he could believe it. Even now, he wasn't sure but that he was being teased and led on for some strange reason.

"Could be," she said, shrugging her naked, softly rounded shoulders. "But suppose we go take a look."

And with that she opened the door to her apartment and slipped into the hall. Mark stopped at the door, watching her walk the short length to his own apartment. She stood at his door and looked at him.

"This is your place, I believe," she said, chuckling when Mark, uncaring that he was as naked as she was, moved with determination through the hall.

"Get away from there," he said roughly, pushing her aside. He flung the door of his apartment open, and stepped inside…

Only to halt himself just in the door-way.

There were two people right there in the middle of the floor… two naked people…

And one of them was his wife!

She was resting on her hands and knees, while some total stranger was fucking his long thick cock in and out of her ass!!!

Mark couldn't believe that Kate would actually allow another man to touch her, let alone fuck her in her rectum. This had to be a dream… some sort of joke. That couldn't be his wife there! She had to be an impostor… an actress hired by Niven and that creep behind her for some reason.

"Oooohhh… fuck me in the ass hard… hard," Kate moaned, so wrapped up in her impending orgasm that she failed to notice her husband standing some three feet from her.

"Looks like I was pretty good on the guessing," Niven chortled into Mark's ear.

"Shut up, slut," Mark said, too many things happening all at once for him to know what to do. He turned around to strike at Niven, more out of frustration than hatred, but his hand motion was stopped by the high-pitched wail of his wife crouching on the floor of his apartment.