Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

"And what did you do then?" asked Jill very softly.

"What the hell do you mean, what did I do then?"

"You fucked her, didn't you, Tom?" Jill said, only a little surprised at the ease with which the obscene word came from her lips. "You fucked Gay Sommers."

Tom recoiled as if he had been struck, and some of the high flush of anger receded from his cheeks. His lower lips seemed to quiver. He was shocked both by his wife's use of the word fuck, a word which she had always hated before now, and by her apparent knowledge of his unfaithfulness.

"How…" he stammered, "how did you…?"

"How did I know?" Jill asked with a sad, humorless smile. "I know because I saw you, Tom. I saw you fucking her. I saw you and I was sick and aroused, and Harry Sommers gave me some drinks so that I was drunk, too. Do you know what I did then? I let Harry fuck me from behind, like one animal fucks another, right there in the doorway, while I watched you! I let him do the thing you thought he'd done to me last night, the thing Irefusedto let him do last night."

Tom's handsome, ruddy face was a mask of confusion; he didn't understand, couldn't comprehend, the magnitude of what his wife was saying. And then, one irrefutable fact of her confession seeped into his brain: she had willingly given herself to Harry Sommers while watching him and Gay!

"You god damn whore slut bitch!" he screamed in mindless, irrational rage. His pride was crushed by her bland admission of guilt

"Yes, that's exactly what I am Tom" Jill said with tears in her eyes. "But are you any better? Aren't we one and the same thing?"

"No!" he bellowed. But, deep down inside, he knew that she was right he was no better than she, no better to have allowed Gay to seduce him, to have given in to his animal instincts in spite of himself He could no longer be righteously indignant, for he had committed the same sin as his wife, had done what she had done and he knew it. And yet, somehow, his masculine ego Wouldn't allow him to be rational on the subject. He had to strike out at her, punish her, hurt her in some way..

The thought came all at once and consumed him with a raging fire of anger and lust. He would rape. her, as he had raped her last night, really give it to her, punish her and hurt her for what she had done to him. He felt his dully pulsating penis leap to life in his pants, and his hands came up and began to unbutton his shirt while he leered down at his wife, all reason gone from his mind now in the face of this one, all consuming action.

"What… what are you going to do, Tom?" Jill pleaded hesitantly, staring up at him, suddenly fearful again.

"I'm going to fuck you," he hissed. "I'm going to fuck you like Sommers fucked you."

"Tom, no… Oh God, no."

"Why not? I'll bet you didn't tell Harry no."

"Not this way, please not through anger and hate… darling… we can work this out.

"The hell not this way!" Tom had his shirt off now, and he was working on his trousers.

Momentarily, he was naked, his immense, angrily swollen cock popping out from his loins like some impossibly rigid snake, the first faint traces of his complete arousal evident as lubricating fluid sheened the lust bloated tip. He stood there for a moment, and then he reached down and pulled the bedspread away from his wife's huddled form.

Surprise registered on Tom's face as he saw that Jill was completely naked, but then it was replaced by renewed fury as he comprehended why. He threw himself down on the bed, brutally grasped her sensually ripened body, and pressed his rock-hard penis against her velvety warm thigh as one hand closed over one of her proud young breasts.

Jill felt her husband's warmly beating cock pressing against her nakedly defenseless thigh, and suddenly, incredibly, she felt a stirring of passion in her innermost recesses! But… but that wasn't possible! How could she be aroused? No, it must be something else, something else other than passion… but no, no, he was squeezing and manipulating her sensitive breasts and the nipple had grown into rigidity and the pulsating hardness against her leg felt hot and exciting and enticing. She felt her so recently ravished vagina begin to heatedly moisten her inner walls, and her clitoris tingled with delicious anticipation. She wanted him! Dear God, impossible though it was, she wanted him… wanted him more than she had ever thought it possible to want him… or any man. She wanted him in spite of the fact that she knew he was about to rape her, was about to hurt her! Something had happened to her, all right; there was no denying it now. Some strange and inexplicable transformation had occurred in her body, brought about by Harry Sommer's thick bludgeoning cock inside her sensually awakened cunt and her own magnificent orgasm, causing her to want and need and desire sexual gratification even under the most adverse of circumstances… Yes, and to desire her husband, to desire Tom for the first real time since they had been married..

Tom, holding her, kissing her neck and her nakedly uplifted breasts in careless abandon, now sensed a certain relaxing in Jill, sensed more than a submission, what was really a joining in, but his mind refused to dwell on it at that moment. Another thought had given birth there, and it was all-consuming.

He was going to kiss his wife's cunt!

It was a desire he had long harbored, a desire which at times was acutely intense, for she had such a sweet little cunt, and he knew that to kiss and lick and suck it would be sheer heaven. He had broached the subject to her before, but she had always refused, saying that was a perversion, a sick, filthy thing that only whores and their pimps allowed to happen between them. Well, he wasn't a pimp, and he'd gone down on a few women before he was married; it wasn't a perversion, and it sure as hell wasn't filthy. It was one of the truly great experiences a man could have; and a woman…

His massively excited cock throbbing with the pure salaciousness of the idea, Tom raised up, breaking his embrace, and leered down into the sweat-moistened face of his beautiful young wife.

"You know what I'm going to do now?" he asked with panting harshness. "I'm going to go down on you, Jill. I'm going to put my mouth on your pussy, and lick and suck you between your legs with my lips and my tongue!"

The sheer obsceneness of his words caused Jill to gasp, her eyes going wide. No, no! she thought in horror. No, that… that's sick. that's evil and wrong. I won `t allow you to put your mouth on me THERE, to kiss me like that and put your tongue inside me, kiss me and lick me and suckle me, kiss me, kiss me.

And suddenly, the horror was no more. In its place, fully and beyond recall, there came new strangely reeling waves of shameless passion. In her mind, then, Jill could picture her husband's head bobbing and slaving down there between her widespread legs, his warm wet tongue licking and sucking… And she could feel his moistly ovalled mouth on her, could feel his tongue flicking into her… Oh God, it was wrong and lewd and perverse, but she knew that she wanted him to do it, wanted him to kiss her that way and make her have another orgasm… she knew she not only could but would have another one, whether from his penis or his mouth. she had to have an orgasm, a better one than that she had achieved with Harry Sommers, with her husband; she suddenly realized that, because therein lay the answer to the saving of their marriage! So simple, all so simple, and so workable, too, because she was different somehow, a different and emancipated woman inside..

She opened her eyes and looked into Tom's face and said, "Yes, my darling, yes-yes-yes! Put your mouth on my vagina, kiss it and lick it!" she undulated her hips in an unconcealed eagerness, splaying her legs wide to reveal the naked, hair-fringed expanse of her heatedly moistened cunt. "I want you to, I want you to!"