Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"Then did he fuck you?" he asked her, raising his head from her loins for a moment.

"Not exactly," Laura gasped, almost unable to control her voice. He wouldn't, she thought. Her own husband wouldn't do what George had! He's not that cruel!

"What do you mean, not exactly?" Bill insisted.

"He-he did it to me from behind," she stammered, unable to look at his contorted face.

"In the ass?" Bill's voice rose incredulously. "He fucked you in the ass?"

"Yes, oh yes, but please don't. It-it hurts, darling, it hurts," the tormented young wife pleaded as though her life depended on it.

He pushed at her puckered anus with his finger, contemplating if he should go on with his torment. But then he stopped, realizing that obviously Laura had been forced to do it that way, and he would have no part of that. Besides, he had had enough revenge for now. What he wanted now was his cock to drive deep within her and remind her that her body belonged to him and no one else, and if they were to talk, they would do it later. He quickly turned his strong body on the bed, meeting her tear-streaked face with his. Her eyes were reddened by her crying, and he felt a pang of remorse as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her brutally, crushing her lips with his.

She in turn wrapped her smooth arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his burning loins.

"I won't do that," he said to her, "but I'm going to fuck you like George never could! Do you want me to fuck you like that?"

"Yes, Bill, please. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder than ever before. Please fuck me now!" Laura pleaded, wanting in her agony for him to destroy her, so that their love might be born again.

Bill repositioned himself above his wife's defenseless body, and thrust at her with all the strength in his tremendously swollen cock, finding the entrance to her adulterous cunt and plunging himself deeply into her.

"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned. "Ooohhhh, I love you, I swear I do, darling. Fuck me, please!" Her obscene words and wild groaning excited Bill to an instant frenzy. For half an hour they had been tormenting each other with sex and with words, and he could hold back no longer. He began to thrust himself up into her hotly contracting pussy as hard as he could, not caring to make it last, wanting only to fill his wife's traitorous cunt to the brim with his vengeful seed.

Each stroke was like the first for Laura, except that it was more and better and harder than the last. Each time he drove into her, she kicked her spasming legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him, feeling as though she could cum immediately. They were both on fire, as though trying to destroy each other, fighting more than loving: he wanted revenge on her and she wanting to appease his honor, trying to hurt herself as they drove harder and harder against each other. It was only moments before they reached that goal they both so desired.

"Oh, arrrggggghhhh," Bill groaned as his climax hit him like a crashing thunder bolt. His white-hot sperm pulled its torturous way up from the depths of his heavily-slapping balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray piece of meat, the milky hot liquid shooting out in wildly uncontrolled spurts toward the heat that burned inside the spastically straining belly of his wife beneath him. Laura grunted, contracting the muscles of her enflamed cunt tighter and tighter around his drivingly plunging cock as he erupted again and again, and spewed spurt after spurt of his long stored sperm into her suddenly tensing body.

"Oh, yes!" Laura wailed hysterically, "I'm cummmmmmiiinnnnngggggg, tooooooo!" and she arched her smooth back upward like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a cliff into nothingness. As her husband's scalding sperm filled her to the bursting point and mingled wetly into her own, her spasming muscles contracted rhythmically time and again, blurring her senses until it seemed as though she and Bill were no longer separate entities but one person, one unity, forged together into one sensuous being that groaned out ecstatic climax with the wanton abandon of a new birth, a new being. God, she hoped it were so! It had to be so! The future was a void if it was not!

Laura lay with her head cradled in the crook of her husband's arm, breathing silently as he pondered what she had just told him. After they had made love – in the relative calm and rationality of his exhaustion – Laura had managed to explain in detail the events of that terrible night to her husband. At first Bill had not believed that his neighbor, his good friend, could be so scheming, so patiently lusting and oblivious to the consequences of seducing another man's wife. And then to resort to the rather cheap method of plying his intended victim with some rare aphrodisiac was more than Bill could stomach: he was ready to run over to the Farrington's house right then and there, to call George Farrington out and beat him within an inch of his life. And this he would have done, too, had not Laura told him quickly the reason she had submitted to George later that same evening.

And now Bill lay with his eyes searching the crevices between his wife's petite fingers, massaging her hands together unconsciously as he digested the full import of what his wife had told him.

"I can't believe it, honey," he said finally. "I just can't believe it. I came home from Dallas, thinking that I've escaped from this kind of thing, and I find that one of our good friends is blackmailing us with the same… Christ, it is just too fucking unbelievable!"

"But it's real, darling," Laura whispered, "I know it is. George will tell everything, I know he will, unless I go along with him. I wasn't even supposed to tell you."

Bill looked at the downcast eyes of his beautiful and desirable young wife, and lifted her lowered face up to his with both hands, kissing her briefly on the lips.

"Well, I'm glad you did, honey. Of course, I would have found out anyway – but I'm glad I heard it from you."

"Oh, darling," Laura said contritely, "I'm so sorry for what I've done… I should have known… should have been able to do something…"

"I'll be damned if I'm going to let that big stud think he can push me around, by God." Bill wasn't listening to his wife, and it suddenly seemed to Laura as she watched him getting upset again, that even when she'd been relating what George had done to her, Bill had seemed strangely unconcerned. Or was it her imagination? He'd seemed more concerned with the fact that he had somehow been insulted, than that his wife had been forcefully taken against her will. Even now, Laura could see him trying to think of ways to get even, to escape the snare George Farrington had laid for him – but what she wanted from him was a continued and reassuring understanding and compassion for her own plight, and she wasn't getting it.

"Funny, I always looked on George Farrington as being a little dense, you know?" Bill continued. "Well off, but dense. But I think he's a lot smarter than I thought."

Laura said nothing more, as her husband turned away from her to go to sleep, not remembering, or bothering, to kiss her goodnight before he did so. The oversight was not lost on Laura, as she looked at him momentarily, and then settled back exhaustedly under the covers to prepare for yet another sleepless night. Didn't Bill even care what she had gone through, the mental torment and anguish?

Turning on her side to face her husband's strong back, she lowered her head to rest against his relaxed muscles, deciding that the shock of it all must account for his apparent lack of concern. Of course, that must be it, the no longer innocent wife reassured herself. That must be the reason… for he loved her, didn't he?

Of course he did.