Ray Mills - Orgy wife

The joy of fucking Ann Vincent was so great that he didn't want to stop. He drove his huge cock brutally into her, using her as he would never use his wife. His eyes were glazed with madness as he emptied his spurting cock completely into her receptive pussy.

And Ann received his savage strokes eagerly. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders.

"Oh, baby, yesssss! Ohhhhh, baby, yesssss!" she sighed, taking every bit of savage fucking he wished to give her.

Jim's lust gradually diminished. He lay back next to her on the sofa, withdrawing his cock from her clinging pussylips, exhausted and satisfied. Ann looked at him through her half lowered eyelids.

"I didn't know what I'd been missing," she purred, patting his half-slackened prick.

"Neither did I," Jim said, giving one of her large firm tits an affectionate squeeze. "Maybe we should've done this sooner."

Ann smiled lazily. He could see that she had no plans to call an end to what had just begun. "Well," she said, winking conspiratorially, "better late than never, eh?"

When Tracy awoke the same morning to find Jim already gone, she thought it was probably just as well. Her asshole still throbbed from the merciless fucking he had given it. She knew that neither of them would be able to pretend it hadn't happened.

And even though the whole assault had given her an incredibly powerful orgasm, she still felt it was an astonishingly cruel thing for him to do. And yet she knew she had egged him on. Oh, why do I do it? she wailed to herself. Why can't I stop being jealous?

She decided she would make it all up to him. She would go into town and buy herself a new dress. One of those filmy, sexy ones Jim always wanted her to wear. Then she would come home and prepare a fantastic dinner. They could have the intimate candlelight dinner she had planned for last night.

And then they could have a long slow smoldering lovers fuck, instead of the obscene brutality of the past night. Before she got out of bed she felt her ravished bottom with her fingers and winced. She realized that the very thought of it, no matter how painful it had been, made her cunt flush excitedly with fresh juices. God, I never came like that in my life! she thought. But she put all that behind her now. She showered and dressed and rode the train into the city. Soon she was walking the sidewalks with the throngs of people, feeling happy and refreshed. The department store windows were all gaily decorated with new fall clothes. She couldn't help stopping to gaze at the new fashions.

Finally she arrived at the bank. She was preoccupied with the evening's, menu as she stepped into the bank's revolving glass door. Suddenly there seemed to be more and more resistance as she pushed on the door. She looked up and saw the big grin of Rich Peterson, one of Jim's fellow workers, on the other side of the glass.

"Tracy!" he called out. "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, why hi, Rich."

She had known Rich from the days when she worked at the same investment company where Jim and he worked. She had been a typist. Before Jim had come to work there, she had gone to lunch several times with Rich.

He was always trying to get her into bed, but at the same time he seemed to respect her wishes. If he felt any bitterness when she finally married Jim, he never showed it. He had wished them both happiness. But in her present overwrought state, seeing Rich was like seeing a long lost friend. He was so understanding, he cared for her.

Rich grabbed her in his familiar bear-hug and squeezed her tightly. The greeting was a little more intimate than she had expected, but she didn't try to get out of it. She could feel with delight her firm tits mashed against the hard muscles of his chest through their clothes.

"How are you, baby?" Rich asked. "It's great to see you again. You know, since you left the office things have been pretty dull."

"OW, don't be silly," Tracy said. "How're you?"

"Just great," he said, standing back and looking her up and down. "You sure look terrific. What are you doing in town anyway?"

"Just some shopping."

"Say, it's almost noon," he said, glancing at his watch. "Why don't we have a bite to eat together? It'll be like old times."

"I really shouldn't. I'm planning a special dinner for Jim tonight and I have to get home and get started."

Rich's brow furrowed. "He didn't tell you."

"Tell me what?" Panic began to pulse in her body.

"He and Ann Vincent are going to the Bond Club banquet tonight. Absolutely essential. Usually lasts till midnight or later."

"Oh, God, no, he didn't tell me!" Tracy exclaimed. "Maybe he tried to phone me. That's probably it. Maybe I can reach him at the office."

"I don't think so," Rich shook his head. "He and Ann went out this morning to check out the Presidential Suite we rented at the Clift Hotel for the upcoming convention. They probably went to lunch afterward. One of their little intimate conferences."

Tracy turned away, tears welling up hotly in her eyes. Oh damn, she thought, I don't want him to see me like this!

"Hey, what is this?" Rich said, turning her face toward his with a tender hand. "Is it something I said?"

"No… nothing, really."

"Look, come and have lunch with me," he said, taking her arm gently. "I think you may need a shoulder to cry on. I've got one here just aching to be used."

"Maybe they're still there," she whispered, suddenly struck with the crazy thought that she could catch them in the act. "Rich, do you think they might still be there? At the Clift Hotel, in the suite?"

"Gee, I don't know. They might be."

She knew he wanted to fuck her. She knew he had always wanted to fuck her. She used this now, snuggling up to him, rubbing his elbow with her full breasts, batting her eyelashes at him. No matter how vulgar and it seemed, it worked.

"Take me there," she said with determination.

"Don't you think that's going a little far?" he said.

"No. If he's diddling around with Ann Vincent, then I want it all out in the open."

"I thought that's what might be bothering you," Rich said.

Tracy looked at him pointedly. "Why did you think that?"

Rich shrugged. "Office gossip. You know…"

"No, I didn't know!?" Tracy said. "I guess I'm the last to find out. Are you going to take me there, or am I going to go myself?"

Rich shrugged again and hailed a passing cab. By the time they arrived at the suite it was empty. The two couples had missed each other by only a few minutes. As they moved through the richly furnished rooms, Tracy felt the fury growing within her.

She could picture Jim and Ann Vincent here, kissing and caressing, laughing behind her back at her. She saw the empty glasses and crushed cigarettes by the wide sofa in the sitting room.

"Well, it looks like somebody was here, all right," she said, barely suppressing her spite. "Looks like they had a good time, too."

She sat down on the sofa, furious with Jim. He and Ann Vincent were fucking after all! It was as plain as anything! And after all his protests of innocence! He was just a shifty liar!

"Ah, here it is," Rich said, finding the door to the liquor cabinet. "I'll bet you could use a drink to… steady your nerves?"

Tracy bit her lip, refusing to cry in front of him. She knew he had only her best interests at heart. But she couldn't let him know how devastated she was. She turned her head away quickly to prevent him from seeing the first hint of her tears.

"I'll have whatever you're having," she said in a strangled sort of voice.

She stared out the window while he fixed the drinks. What should she do now? Ask for a divorce? If she brought it up again, would he perform another brutal rape on her as he had done last night? The fucking hypocrite!