Ray Mills - Orgy wife

She remembered the time on their honey moon when they had fucked in the shower. If he were here she would make him do it all over again. When she had had her climax, both of them had nearly gone deaf from the sounds of her screams reverberating off the shower tiles.

Oh, I can hardly wait until he gets home, Tracy thought.

Somehow she got through the day. She planned a fantastic meal just to show him she was not jealous, or even mad about his forgetting to phone her the previous night. And she spent the afternoon shopping for the ingredients and dreaming about how hot and long they would fuck when he got home.

After all, since he hadn't been screwing Ann Vincent, as Tracy had now firmly decided he wasn't, then he would be horny, too. Just as horny as she was. He'd been away for three days, hadn't he? Wasn't that enough to make a man just about climb the walls?

She was just beginning to cook the mushrooms when she heard the taxi drive up outside. Then the front door swung open and Jim walked in. He had a broad but tired grin on his face.

"Hi, honey," he said. "Did I ever miss you."

They embraced quickly. Jim squeezed her tightly, kissing her with rough passion and letting his hands roam down to her high firm ass. Tracy could feel his large cock swelling in the crotch of his pants, pushing against her thigh.

But in spite of the fact that it was the cock she dreamed of, she couldn't help the return of last night's feelings. What if he had been sticking it into that whore, Ann Vincent? Unable to help herself, she shrank back from his demanding kiss.

"What's the matter, honey?" Jim asked.

"Nothing. Oh… nothing," she said softly. "I have to go check the mushrooms before they burn."

"The mushrooms! But what about me? I've been gone three days. All I did during that time was dream of your luscious body. Don't make me wait any longer."

"I thought it was a business trip," Tracy said spitefully.

But she didn't know why she said it. He seemed to be perfectly honest about it. He didn't act like be had anything to hide.

"It was!" Jim barked. "So what the fuck's the matter with YOU? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do," Tracy murmured. "But…"

"But what?"

"Nothing. I'm probably just tired," she said.

"Next thing you'll be telling me you have a headache," Jim said.

Tracy tried not to respond to that, but she couldn't control herself. Images of Jim and Ann Vincent fucking, flitted through her brain, making her nearly sick to her stomach with jealousy.

"Are you sure you were so lonely?" she asked coyly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jim demanded.

The tone of his voice frightened her and she wished she hadn't said anything at all. She had only seen him really angry a couple of times, but it wasn't anything she wanted to see again.

"I want to know what you mean!" Jim demanded harshly.

"Oh nothing. I just thought that… maybe Ann Vincent kept you from being so lonely."

"Ann Vincent!" Jim exploded. "Are you going to start all that again? I thought we settled that before I left."

"All I know is that you forgot to call me last night. And you promised."

"Maybe next time I should take a chaperone along. A man, of course. So he can report back to you that I was a good boy!" Jim said sarcastically.

Frightened, Tracy tried to backtrack, to avoid the confrontation that now seemed inevitable.

"Oh, Jimmy, let's forget I said anything. I've just been tired, that's all. Come on, honey, let's have dinner. I made a special dinner for you. I'll mix you a pitcher of martinis first."

"Tracy," Jim interrupted, "are you insinuating that something went on between Ann and me while we were away?"

"No, Jimmy, it's nothing!" Tracy exclaimed.

"You're lying," he shouted. "Here I work my ass off for you, trying to get you everything you need and want. What do I get in return? You don't even trust me when I go away on business for three fucking days! What's the matter with you? Don't I show you how much I love you? Don't I think about you every second when I'm away from you? I've been working hard these past three days. This deal was very important. When I get home, I expect to be welcomed, kissed, hugged, made love to. What do I get instead? More ridiculous fucking stories about Ann Vincent. It was the same thing last time and the time before that! When are you going to stop it! I'm sick of it!"

"Don't shout at me!" Tracy screamed.

He glared at her. A violent mixture of desire and anger pulsed in his eyes. Tracy had to look away down at the floor.

"I really do have to check the mushrooms," she said timidly.

"Fuck the mushrooms!" Jim yelled hotly. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I've had it! I can't take any more of this nonsense."

He stormed off in the direction of the bedroom, lugging his suitcase. Tracy went glumly back to the kitchen, stirred the mushrooms and prepared the steak for broiling. She didn't know why she had brought up the subject again after swearing to herself that it was finished. She felt embarrassed and humiliated.

She mixed the pitcher of martinis she had promised. Then she took two glasses and the pitcher and went looking for him, to apologize. She found him in the bedroom, still unpacking.

"Hi, darling," she whispered, filling a glass for him. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I've missed you so much, I guess I went kind of crazy for a minute. Please forgive me."

Her words softened Jim's anger. He clinked his martini glass to hers and smiled.

"Don't you know there's no one for me but you?" he asked, draining his glass.

They embraced again, holding each other tightly. Jim could see her loose, full tits move under her shirt. The sight made his prick stir with lust. Her eager mouth found his and she kissed him with alarming intensity.

Tracy fought back her thoughts of him and Ann Vincent together as she pressed her lips wantonly into his, probing his mouth with her tongue. She was determined to show him how much she loved him. She would make him understand how much she needed him. Jim strained forward, pushing his hard throbbing prick against her thigh. His body was tense with excitement and lust. Tracy's head reeled at the thought that she could arouse him so strongly.

But suddenly she pulled back. Her face twisted in a strange smile. Almost before she knew what she was saying, the words came out.

"Is that better than she does it?" she asked. "Does Ann do it better than that?"

Jim exploded in fury. "What!" he shouted.

He shoved her roughly away. "You bitch, Tracy!"

"Don't you dare call me that," Tracy whispered spitefully. "You can save that kind of talk for her."

Furious, Jim's hand lashed out instinctively and slapped her cheek sharply. Tracy screamed. She fell back onto the bed, terrified. Dazed, she felt her bruised cheek, still stinging from the slap.

"You've never hit me before!" she cried.

"Maybe I should have done it sooner!" Jim shouted. "Maybe it would have put an end to this bullshit! You don't deserve to be treated any better than a common whore."

"Jim!" Tracy wailed. "How dare you!"

"I'll show you how I dare," he said grimly as he grabbed one thigh and flipped her over onto her stomach. Tracy's whole body began to recoil as she realized what Jim must have in mind.

"Oh no, Jim, please!" she whimpered. "Please, no!"

"Yes? You little bitch!" he growled, his voice sharp with urgent lust.

She wriggled toward the middle of the bed, trying to escape. But he pushed her down with one strong hand between her shoulders, mashing her tits against the sheet. Tracy couldn't move. She felt his sharp hand begin to slap the firm globes of her jutting ass.

"Owwohhh! Jim, no!" she wailed in protest.

The slaps were sharp and stinging. But they felt strangely exciting, too. Jim spanked her naked ass ruthlessly, each blow of his hand coming harder and harder. Tracy screamed with pain, writing, trying to get away. But his hand held her down mercilessly.