Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

How could Jill do such a thing?… His cold, prudish, sexually contemptuous mate? He took another swallow, emptying the glass, only to have Gay refill it. He barely noticed her.

Yet, incredibly, as though there were some magical aphrodisiac in passing the four photos back and forth beneath his burning gaze, Tom found himself growing heatedly aroused. There was Jill… enjoying sex! That's the way he wanted her, that's the way she should be to him… only she wasn't… Oh God, that's the way their marriage should be, he thought, and the sight of her being the sensually awakened woman he craved and needed was terribly erotic!

Gay glanced at the front of Tom's pants as she poured the bourbon. She could see his long thick cock filling out and beginning to jump spasmodically, pushing the trouser material out further. The second drink disappeared faster than the first, and she poured him another. Good. good.

Tom felt his angrily pulsating penis leap into hardness as if it had a life of its own. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the beginning lewd thoughts which swirled in his mind along with the anguish of Jill's all too apparent adultery, but he might as well try to will the turn of a tide, for his hotly throbbing cock remained maddeningly swollen. Guiltily, he glanced at Gay Sommers.

Her eyes met his, and she was smiling with wetly parted lips.

"Tom," she breathed in sultry heaviness, "you're excited by this pictures aren't you?"

"I… well I… "he faltered. Jesus! What was she doing?

She laughed deep in her throat. "I know why you have a hard-on, Tom."

His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "What? You…?"

"You have a hard-on because you're seeing your wife with another man, isn't that right? You're all hot because she's going to fuck… fuck

"Oh God!" he managed to breath. His wildly jerking penis was a palpitating mass of nerve tendrils now and his brain reeled from the bourbon. Here was this provocative woman seeing her husband with his wife… and she was talking like this? Why? Didn't she know what could happen saying obscene words like that to a wronged man? He trembled and took another drink and found his hand shaking.

And then she reached out and touched the massively throbbing bulge at the base of his stomach.

"We have to do something, Tom," she murmured. She rubbed his long hardened thickness faster, making his blood boil. "We owe it to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, and it can be good that way. Very, very good… don't you know? You want to hurt her for what she did last night, and I want to pay Harry back. They deserve to be hurt

Pay them back… Jill deserves to be hurt… the words spun and tumbled in Tom's alcohol dazed mind. Yes… he wanted to have revenge. and he pressed a little closer to Gay's exploring fingers.

Suddenly, as if the hold his marital vows had clamped upon him were strained from the pressure his boss' wife was placing upon them, Tom's lips moved slowly.

"Please… for God's sake! Cut it out! I'm only human!"

"So am I, Tom, and my cunt is on fire looking at these pictures. The only thing that'll put out the fire is a long hard cock. A cock like yours, deep… deep up inside my pussy."

"Jesus, Gay! Do you know what you're saying? You want me to. you… here?" gasped Tom.

"Yes, lover… fuck me, fuck me…" She unhooked her halter and stepped out of the brief shorts then, still entoning the obscene liturgy, "fuck me… fuck me…" over and over. She stood with her long naked legs spread wide apart and her head and shoulders pulled back, and the wet, petal-like lips of her wetly throbbing vagina peeked through her soft curls of pubic hair and glistened in pink lewdness, along with her pale alabaster breasts jutting in inviting splendor. She cupped her proudly ripened breasts with her hands and said: "Well, Tom? Aren't you going to join me?"

No, no, no! I can't hear any more! Tom fought his gathering passion with panic. It's wrong, wrong! No matter what Jill did… Gay's beautiful, andl ache for her physically, but it's wrong!

"I want to fuck you, Tom… fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Down on the floor, right here, me on my hands and knees, with you in back of me, fucking me dog-style, fucking me hard!"

On and on she went, and Tom's mind was a lather of drunkenness, anger, and swirling frenzy. Yet, he was transfixed and unable to protect his body from this seductively voluptuous siren as she moved back to him and slowly, mesmerically, unzipped his pants. They fell, pooling around his feet, and his thick, blood-enraged penis stood out at a forty-five degree angle from his loins, quivering, and seeping from its glans slit.

Oh God… it was too much! Perhaps he could have withstood the assault if she hadn't undressed him… but now he looked down upon his involuntarily hardened cock and he couldn't resist it any longer. Gay's lewd words in his brain, the sight of her beautifully naked cunt and his hotly aroused cock in throbbing erectness, the intolerable need and hunger in his body, and the churning scene of his unfaithful wife in his mind… he had to find release!

A small tortured cry rendered itself from him as he stepped out of his pants and flung himself at Gay. He dragged her to the bedroom, not caring for anything except this soft, warm, heavenly smelling woman pressed so nakedly to him. They fell onto the bed, their hands immediately beginning an impatient search for one another's private parts. Gay's searing fingertips closed over his hotly pulsating cock, and then she twisted up off the bed suddenly, crouching down on all fours, spreading her legs wide as her wetly glistening vaginal lips opened excitedly in flared abandonment.

Tom viewed her luscious, full rounded buttocks, and his balls ached with burgeoning semen. He glanced just once at Gay's moistly waiting cunt, and then he was down behind her, showering her nakedly trembling buttocks with kisses, smelling the exotic wafts of her excited secretions, and then he couldn't hold it any longer.

He moved over her back, trailing a wet path of saliva along her backbone, hearing her moan with ecstasy. His hands gripped her warmly naked buttocks, spreading them yet farther apart, and he pressed his bloated cock head against the deep, warm, channel between her full rounded globes. He moved his lust-hardened cock head up and down the fiery valley, feeling every wetly quivering inch of flesh and hair between her upper vaginal lips and her anal ring. Her gleaming white ass cheeks churned in desperate rotation, and an undeniable invitation.

"Oooooooohhhhhh, fuck meeeeeeee!" she wailed "Please fuck meeeeeeeeee!"

With a low groan Tom made on powerful, body jolting thrust forward, and drove his huge, rock hard penis into the soft yielding flesh of her vagina, rammed it home until her cervix hungrily closed against the smooth rubbery tip. He felt the elastic sheath of her wetly clasping cunt slip hotly around his long fleshy column, consuming it as he raced deep up into her belly, his sperm-laden balls slapping her ripely upturned buttocks, with a resounding, staccato sound.

He was gone, lost in a nether world of enchanting sensual bliss, in the wondrous cavern of Gay's wildly exciting cunt. He flexed his body and crashed into her time and time again, driving and lashing in almost brutalistic abandonment as he tried to rid himself of the twin devils: passion and anger.

Jill Parker sat huddled in a far corner booth of the Hidden Valley Resort bar. She held a Drambuie in her trembling hand, sipping it as she had the previous three glasses. Her brain was full of abject, overwhelming misery, and the warm liquor had taken the cutting edge off her agony. Occasionally she daubed her swollen eyes with a tissue, for there had been no end to the copious flow of tears since she'd walked out of her cottage. "Jill?"