David Martin - Loaned wife

Gilson heard her.

He brought his hand up along her body, then lifted, at last, the crushing weight of his chest from her breasts. He looked down at her with an arrogant grin on his face.

"Any way you want it, honey, I'll just pile it into that sweet, little old cunt of yours."

With that, he began stroking in and out of her, pulling his cock back till the coronal ridge of the helmet-shaped knob caught on the inside of her cervix. His dick seemed to stretch out within her and then the glans popped free and Gilson's dick regained its terrible thickness. He continued withdrawing it until all but that huge, crimson glans was removed from her clinging cunt and then jammed it back in.

With a single, powerful heave of his hips, he rammed the entire length of his cock back into her cunt.

Janet gasped as she felt his prick rush back into her, tilling the void left with its withdrawal. She gasped as if his lunge had knocked the breath from her. Her eyes closed as she felt his shaft rubbing at her sensitive clitoris preliminary to the impact of his bony pubic ring on that sensitive love nub.

Janet writhed and gasped, wriggling beneath Gilson's strokes like a slippery eel. She could fed the tension in his hips and back, but most of all, in his cock, as it swelled and stiffened still more within her pussy grip.

His thrusts became irregular and then he held himself tightly against her, his hard pubic ring grinding against her sensitive clitoris, his cock swelling into her cunt as the first torrents of his juice began to shoot inside her.

Janet felt each load, each drop striking home inside her with the force of a cannon shot. Her entire body stiffened and she brought her legs down to each side of Gilson's sweating, straining form. Her heels dug into the bed, her back arched and she bowed up, lifting Gilson with her. She was like a human bridge, supporting the far greater mass of her fucker with the demonic strength of her coming. Gilson's dick, still locked within her excruciating, spasming tightness, continued to spit and jerk.

Gobs of jism splashed home into the depths of Janet's womb, filling it and overflowing it, finally oozing out in a white froth about the mightily stretched lips of her cunt. The sticky semen rolled down over her ass cheeks, rivulets gliding in the furrow of her firm, full, now clenched ass cheeks to soak and stain the bed.

Gilson's spasms slowed, became more irregular, and finally stopped, just as the strength seemed to leave Janet's abundantly curved form. She sank back onto the bed, limp and exhausted, with Gilson sprawled semi-conscious atop her, the cream still dribbling from his deflating cock into her constricting cunt.

Somehow, after moments of dozing, she summoned the strength to free herself from Gilson's weight and padded uncertainly back to the bedroom she shared with her husband less and less with each passing day. Between her legs, a thick, sticky flow of cum dribbled, matting still farther her thick pubic bush and coating the insides of her thighs. There was a pleasant ache in her cunt from the ecstatic abuse it had suffered, and even as she collapsed into her lonely bed and heard the footsteps of her roommate for the night, Allison, climbing up the stairs, she knew that she had passed the point of no return and that she could never again face the temptation of fucking other men with the same resolve she had faced just a few days before.

Allison was incredibly quiet and demurring the next morning at work. She dressed in a simple frock and when Tom spoke to her, she dropped her eyes and murmured deferential replies.

Tom noticed that she was walking with a bit of difficulty and seemed to have trouble making herself comfortable when she sat.

Tom, Allison and Gilson hadn't exchanged more than a half-dozen words from the moment they'd wakened to the time they were let off at their respective destinations after the long rush hour drive into the city. When Tom got back to his office, Allison had the coffee and rolls waiting for him at his desk.

Just before noon, Gilson called and announced that he would consider Tom's proposal when he got back to Texas.

All for nothing! Tom fumed inwardly. Gilson had fucked Janet to his heart's content – and obviously, Tom added with mental disgust, her heart's content, too – had accepted his hospitality, gone through the entire visit letting Tom think he was ready to spring for the deal. And then he'd said in effect, that he was going to start all over again from scratch.

Then Tom realized that he was going to have a payment to make to a certain gentleman who'd lent him money and the payment was going to be due soon.

"Where's Penny?" he asked.

It was the first time he and Janet had spoken since the night before. She picked up her paper napkin, patted her lips and looked across at her husband.

"She's at a girl friend's house," Janet said, and then resumed her meal. They did not speak again during their meal.

After dinner, Tom was in the garage checking his tools. He was considering killing some time by putting together a little telephone stand for his daughter's new phone.

Janet stepped into the garage. "Tom," she said quietly.

He turned. She was wearing shorts again, these not as tight as those she'd worn the night before. Her top was a simple T-shirt. She was wearing a bra, the seamless, non-supporting type, and Tom could clearly make out the lines of it through the cotton shirt. He was immediately aroused.

"What?"

"There's a man here to see you," she said.

"What?"

"That's all he said." She turned and disappeared from his sight, leaving only the memory of the sudden tautening of shorts across her backside.

Tom wiped his hands on a rag and went into the house. The man waited in the living room, standing near the fireplace. He was admiring the pictures of Tom's family on the mantle.

"What can I do for you?"

The man shrugged. He was of average height and weight, and the bulge beneath his left armpit was almost totally concealed by the expert tailoring of the jacket. He was of indeterminate age. He might have been a salesman, at first glance.

Tom knew better.

"I'm here to remind you that a payment will be due, soon."

Tom nodded grimly. "Yes, I know," he said, making his voice calm.

"Fine. We like to remind the customers a little ahead." The man paused. "You're sure you wouldn't have any difficulty meeting the installments?"

"I'm sure," Tom lied. "Why don't you have a cup of coffee or a drink."

The man shook his head. "No, going to making a little visit oh a past-due account."

"Anything else I can do for you?"

Again the man shook his head. He started for the door and then stopped. "Yeah, there is," the guy said. "Your wife got any sisters?"

Tom smiled slowly. "No, I'm afraid not."

Suddenly, the man's face changed, his expression shifted subtly. "Well, I'll tell you what. You ever have any trouble with an installment, or you get in the hole, you give me a call." He handed Tom a card. There was a phone number on it. Nothing else. "And I guarantee we can work something out – you, me… and your wife. If you know what I, er, mean?"

Tom said nothing for a long moment. "I follow. I'll keep that in mind."

"Yeah, well, don't wait until your installment is past due. Get to me before it's due. Be seeing you."

Later, Janet asked about the man. Tom told her almost everything and then, as a last stroke, told her the man's suggestion.

She recoiled in horror.

"You wouldn't dare even think of it!" she yipped. Her outrage was obvious.

"Don't pull that shit on me, Janet. Not after the way you've been fucking everything with a cock that comes through the door."

"All right, Goddammit!" she snapped. "So I did a trick with Sid Koenig. But I only took on Gilson because it was such an important account. If I hadn't let him stick his dick in me, then we'd have a good reason to worry about this bastard that came around tonight and his shitty little propositions!"