Jane Fox - The horny wives

"George! My God! What are you doing here?" Marylou screamed, her eyes opening wide with fright.

George glared for a long moment and then he laughed. "Well, it is my house!" he replied. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt took advantage of the situation as George and Marylou stared at each other. With lightning motions he dressed and was out the door before either one of them even noticed.

"Oh, George!" Marylou cried, embarrassed and frightened. "I didn't expect you to come home so early. I mean… Lydia let me use the house so I could… I mean I answered this ad and… Oh, shit!"

Marylou gave up trying to explain and began crying softly. "You don't know what it's like, George. Henry never gives me any fuckin' any more. Most of the time I'm so horny I could die! And Henry's so strict that I couldn't go out and play around like the other wives. Answering that newspaper ad was my last hope. Please don't tell Henry, George. Y'all aren't goin' to tell him, are you? I promise I'll never do anything like this again!"

Marylou sat up and covered her quivering tits with her hands as well as she could. Her hands were just too small to cover up all of her charms, though. Poor flustered Marylou didn't know whether to cover up her swelling pink titties or her fluffy beaver.

George swallowed noisily as his eyes traveled up and down Marylou's creamy lush body. He had been wishing he could get into Marylou's hot, sweet cunt for months now, and this seemed like the perfect chance.

"Where's Lydia?" George muttered, glancing quickly around the house.

"Oh, she went over to Betsy's so I could use the bedroom," Marylou answered quickly, hoping that George wouldn't open the closet door for any reason. "I'm supposed to give her a call when I want her to come back."

"Well…" George said slowly, his mind working quickly, trying to turn this interesting and horny situation to his advantage. "I'll tell you what I'll do. Now you know that Henry's my friend and I certainly wouldn't want to see him upset by any of this as long as I can be sure that you won't do it again."

"Oh! I promise I won't ever do it again!" Marylou cried, frying to look as innocent as possible. "Believe me, George. I'll be faithful to Henry for the rest of my life!"

"That's easy to say, though, isn't it, Marylou," George replied, smiling wickedly at her. "After all, I won't be here to watch you all the time. What's to prevent you from sneaking off and finding a nice stud to fuck while I'm at work? I'll have to have more of a promise than that!"

"Anything, George!" Marylou promised eagerly. "Anything to convince you that I'm goin' to be a good girl from now on!"

George laughed softly. "I'll tell you what, Marylou," he said, reaching out to grab hold of both of her hands. "I'll just give you a little spanking to remind you that you shouldn't be a bad girl any more. Then I'll be convinced that you won't do it again!"

Marylou glanced towards the closet door, but there was nothing she could do now. Lydia certainly couldn't come out and help her, or George would know that his wife had been a part of the whole crazy scheme. She was trapped and George had her as his mercy. She lay on the bed trembling, waiting for George's first move, her eyes as frightened as a rabbit caught in a trap!

Betsy and Lydia stood motionless in the closet. They were helpless, too, but Lydia was seething with a righteous anger. She didn't know for sure what George was up to, but she was willing to bet that he'd figure out some way to sink his long, hard prick in Marylou's wet pussy before the spanking was over! And there wasn't a thing she could do about it, except to watch, horrified as her husband flopped Marylou's unresisting body over on the bed!

Betsy pressed her hands to her mouth, silently sympathizing with her friend. She reached out and grabbed Lydia's hand tightly and motioned with her finger towards her lips.

"Quiet!" she whispered. "Don't say a word, no matter what happens! We'll figure out some way to get even with George when all this is over!"

Lydia gazed open-mouthed at her husband's face. She had never seen George act this way before. George had certainly never spanked her! He had always acted perfectly normal with her. She had never seen the expression of fanatical lust she saw on his face now.

Marylou glanced up at George and a frightened expression crossed her face. George had never been any more than the gentle neighbor and friend of her husband's before. Now he looked like some soft of evil monster, snorting over her. Marylou wondered, fleetingly, whether George acted like this when he was fucking Lydia, but she didn't have much time for thought. Her body was still turned on by Kurt's probing tongue and plunging cock. It was true that she was frightened of this new side of George that she was seeing, but she could feel her pussy getting slick with excitement nonetheless!

Marylou's cunt was hot and pulsing, and she secretly hoped that George would bury his thick prick in her steamy warmth. There was a little seed of worry, deep down inside her head, but she pushed it out of her consciousness. She figured that, somehow, she could always manage to get the upper hand with a man!

George relished the little flicker of fear he had seen on Marylou's face. He was going to spank her until she cried out for mercy and then he was going to stick his long, thick prick in her hot, little cunt.

This was just like the daydreams he had of fucking Marylou. By the time he was through with her, she'd never dream of telling Lydia what had happened! Even if she should tell Lydia, he knew that his wife would never believe he had spanked Marylou. In all the years Lydia and he had been married, he had never so much as laid a hand on her. Spanking was totally out of character for him, as far as Lydia was concerned. George knew better, though. Spanking a lovely, curvaceous woman like Marylou had been his secret dream since he had first started dreaming of women's hot, pink pussies!

"You're nothing but a slut, Marylou!" George spat out, getting into the swing of his role. "I'll bet you'd fuck anything in pants, if you thought you could get away with it. You're always walking around, twitching your ass and jiggling those big titties of yours, driving the guys wild with your body. This time you're gonna know what happens when you mess around on good old Henry! I'm gonna spank you just as hard as Henry would if he knew about it!"

George loved the frightened expression that appeared on Marylou's face. His eyes were glazed in anger and in passion. Marylou had been swinging her ass around the neighborhood for too long now. It was about time that someone taught her some respect, and he was just the man to do it! He'd show her! He was acting for Henry and he was calling all the shots! He grabbed Marylou by the quivering mounds of her luscious titties and squeezed until she cried out in pain.

"Don't, George! You're hurting me! Stop! Please…stop!"

"So you wanted to be fucked, huh?" George bellowed out cruelly, twisting Marylou's trembling boobs until tears came to her large blue eyes and her red lips trembled with pain. "All right, hot pants! I'm gonna fuck your brains out! Next time you'll know better than to cheat on my friend Henry!"

Lydia hung on to Betsy's hand with quiet shock. She couldn't believe the words she heard coming from George's lips. He had never talked like that before. It was like he was a different man!

Marylou cried out in fear as George released her quivering boobs and grabbed for her hands.

"Take it easy, George! Please!" she begged.

Then she whimpered again in fear as George twisted her hands behind her back and pinned her to the mattress, jerking her over on her belly at the same time. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the sheet, causing them to burn with the friction she made frying to twist and turn to get free. For a second she wondered what Lydia and Betsy were thinking watching her whole ordeal right there within feet of the bed, but she was really too frightened to consider them for long. Her titties throbbed from rubbing against the bed and George had both of her hands firmly grasped in one of his powerful fists.