Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

She shuddered… and then she heard the voice again… a near-whisper this time, and answered by a male huskiness. She held her breath and listened.

"…Oh God… Oooooohhhhh… Yes, yes… harder… harder, Darling! Ooooohhhh… it's beautiful… beautiful…!" the female voice moaned, its tone one of distinct mounting passion.

Laurie continued to hold her breath, letting it seep from her lungs when she could no longer contain it. She tried to pinpoint the direction and source, finally realizing the sounds were coming through the single, aged door that separated this suite from the next. She sat up and stared at the barrier noticing the small hole where the locking mechanism had been removed beneath the knob, a more modern one replacing it further up the panel. She keyed her ear in that direction to better hear.

"You're still the most delicious fuck I know!" the male voice gasped and Laurie cringed at the sudden vile sound of the loathsome word. "I love your cunt! I love it!"

"Oh, Lover… it's only good because your magnificent cock is filling it for me," the woman hissed. "My God, I've got to suck it some more…"

"Later, Darling… first I'm going to fill your belly…"

"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes… shoot your cum in me, Mark darling! Fill me with it…!"

Laurie was stunned… nearly petrified at the foulness of their obscene dialogue… and then her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. My God… could it be…? She stared across the room at nothing, the rhythmic noises of the squeaking bed reached her, and abruptly she experienced a hitch in her breathing. Her pulse began to pound faster at the clear sounds of their salacious performance, and suddenly she found herself by the door, listening and trembling as slowly she dropped to her knees to peek into the lockless hole…

Good Lord, she could see right into their room… see them on the bed, not ten feet away!

It… it was Tonya Faro… and Mark Coleman!

Her mouth went dry as she gaped at the lewd, incredulous sight. Was it possible…? The very woman… Tonya Faro, who had occupied the seat with her on the plane only hours before…? committing adultery with the man the Party was considering nominating for Governor? My God, she simply couldn't believe what her eyes were telling her was true! It… it just couldn't be!

But there they were and she had a complete, unhampered view of them. His feet were almost facing the door and both of them were stark naked, with Tonya lying on her back, her legs raised and spread lewdly, her calves locked tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Laurie gasped as she clearly saw his thick, fleshy shaft sliding in and out of the impossibly widespread lips of Tonya's pink, hairlined vagina. The unbelievable sight astounded her, as with every stroke, he withdrew it until the underside of the head was visible to her… She had never seen anything that enormous! God… how could Tonya take such a thing? She felt herself wince as she watched him pound the massive cudgel into the dark, hair-covered split in Tonya's completely exposed loins. She heard the smack of his pelvis against hers and watched his heavy balls slap resoundingly into the crevice between her uplifted buttocks.

Laurie found herself mesmerized by both the lasciviousness of their debauchery, as well as the inconceivability of the parties concerned. She stubbornly refused to believe, yet she couldn't deny the scene before her. Her eye clung fascinated to the little peek-hole and her mouth suddenly felt as if someone had swabbed it out with cotton. She had never before imagined what it might be like watching two people make passionate love. Her own voluptuous, sensitive body had unconsciously begun to prickle sensuously, reviving all of the excitement she had so placidly tried to bring into check. She stared through the tiny hole and saw the cords on the insides of Tonya's full thighs flex tightly as she thrust her soft, down-covered crotch up to absorb the full glistening length of Mark Coleman's long, hardened penis. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the bed and worked hungrily to swallow up the entirety of the elephantine cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily sucking cunt. A slurping, suction-like sound came from the bed as her tightly clenching vaginal lips slithered up its full length.

Laurie whimpered, but inwardly, her hand dropping to caress her own soft white belly narcissistically, the bottom button of her robe having come unfastened with her voyeuristic contortions, and her own naked thighs were exposed to her as she knelt there. She swallowed drily and gaped at Tonya's hollowing buttocks laboring salaciously up and down Mark Coleman's long, smooth, rod of flesh, his soft hairy balls slapping in cadence against her faintly puckered anus below.

Then, Tonya was mouthing filth at him again… exciting filth that Laurie suddenly wanted to hear.

"Oh… oooohhhh fuck it, my big-cocked darling! Do dirty things to me! Use me, my cunt sucker! Shove your finger up my ass! Hurt me, Lover… hurt me!"

Spasms of erotic sensations rippled through Laurie as she watched Tonya writhe in lewd passion beneath Mark Coleman, while she listened to obscene words she could not remember where she had learned. Girl's school in England perhaps. She'd learned much that year… what it meant to cum by masturbation, and how it felt to have another girl lick her pussy… Oh God, she didn't want to remember those debasing incidents… nor could she help the guilty feeling she was experiencing at the audibleness of Tonya Faro's provocative filth. Suddenly, inspite of her revulsion, she was unbuttoning her robe and she began to involuntary massage the straining whiteness of her own firm breasts, tweaking the palpitating erect nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until she could hardly bear it any longer. She felt the wetness of her own naked cunt between her tightly clamped thighs. Her hand stroked downward to the reddish-gold, silken pubic hair, pressuring against her swollen mound, intertangling in the sparse, soft gilded thatch at the very tip of her crevice.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Wild sensations of sexual need clawed excitingly at her kneeling, soft, throbbing body. She gaped with one seeing eye into her vantage point and saw Mark Coleman's hand curl beneath Tonya's pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling tauntingly about the rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. It dawdled there for an excessive, tantalizing moment, then, suddenly brought an additional moan of agony-pleasure from the squirming loveliness beneath him.

Laurie watched it slip through the protective, fleshy ring and disappear inside. Momentarily, Tonya's legs jerked out straight toes curling, subsequently returning to engulf him once more as she levered her exposed genitals upward and onto both of his impaling instruments.

Laurie felt her body trembling violently. The carnal scene had completely unnerved her. Her physical need seemed almost viable. Briefly, the deeply embedded moralistic pretension in her soul flared, but the squeak of bedsprings merged with the pictures she had witnessed and could witness, put down all else. She blocked her mind, spread her kneeling thighs and slipped her fingers down between the moist palpitating lips of her own tight little cunt. She found the already distended bud of her clitoris and gently stroked it with her index finger. A million needle points pricked her flesh. Fire raged out of control through her loins and at the same time tears of joy and shame trickled down her cheeks.

She looked down and watched herself spread her thighs farther apart. Now, she could well see the open gap of her cunt-lips obscenely widespread and the wet pinkness of her inner sanctuary. Momentarily, she wished she had a mirror. She gazed down between the proud, firm erectness of her pointed, uplifted breasts, over her flat, soft belly and saw the swollen, excited lips of her own spread pink pussy beneath the red golden strains of pubic hair. She scissored her fingers, opening it even more, feeling it palpitate against them, and then, with a groan she lowered her head as she sunk one finger into the hot viscous opening that led up into her vagina.