Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

But he left me alone.

Finally Friday afternoon arrived. I was at Jocelyn's apartment when I made the phone call.

"Howard? This is Carol."

"Hello."

His voice was cold, which made me happy. If he was obnoxious it would just make this whole business that much more fun.

"I need to see you right any."

"I'm sorry, but I'm too busy for you to come at right now."

"That's okay. I'm not coming there; you're coming here."

"Like hell I am."

"Ah, Howard. I think there's someone else here who wants to talk to you."

"Listen, Carol…"

"Howard?" came Jocelyn's voice from the other phone.

"Who is this?"

"Jocelyn."

"Who?"

Howard's voice was incredulous. And nervous. "Jocelyn. You're going to give me a loan, remember?"

"Carol, are you still there?"

"Sure am, toots."

"Jesus."

"He's not here."

"All right. Tell me how to get there."

We each had two drinks while we waited for Howard to arrive. By the time the doorbell rang we were ready for anything.

"Have a seat, Howard," I said sweetly.

He sat between us on the couch. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead. I loved it.

"How are your ears, toots?"

"What?"

"Never mind. Just listen."

I played the tape for him. As he listened his forehead got wetter and wetter. He knew we had him by the bells.

"What do you want?"

"Several things."

He nodded. Then he made a lunge for the cassette player, grabbing the tape from it and breaking it in two. It was only when he noticed that we weren't getting upset that he hesitated.

"There's a copy, toots. It could be in the mail to your boss by this afternoon, if that's what you want."

"Jesus."

"That's a good boy. Now here's what we want you to do. First of all, trot upstairs and go in the bedroom. Then take off all your clothes. We'll be with you in a minute."

After he left, Jocelyn and I went into hysterics again. We gave him time to do as we had told, then clinked our glasses together and followed him up the stairs.

He was waiting for us in his undershorts. "Not good enough, toots. Let us see your cock."

"This had gone far enough!"

"Take 'em off."

He did as he was told.

I walked forward until I was standing right in front of him. Then I reached out and grabbed his limp cock. He winced as if he thought I was going to cut it off or something.

"Don't worry Howard. I wouldn't do that." He didn't say anything.

"How come you're not hard yet, Howard?" He still didn't say anything.

"I understand. I guess you need some stimulation."

Jocelyn, standing behind me, took her cue and began to strip. Howard looked at her with wide eyes, but even after she was completely naked his cock was still limp and cold in my hand.

"Not enough, Howard?"

I stripped. While I took my clothes off Jocelyn took over his cock, running her fingers up and down his shaft.

"Still no luck?"

Jocelyn shook her head.

"Look Howard," I said. "This is going to be your last chance with either one of us. If you're good we might be a little more reasonable about the tape. If not…" I shrugged, as if to say that such a thing would be out of my control.

"You fucking bitch."

"There's my Howard. My beloved Howard. Turn around and bend over, toots."

He hesitated.

"Do it."

He did it.

"Now touch your toes. That's a good boy." His hands were on his feet, giving us a beautiful view of his ass. I looked at Jocelyn, then took another pull off my drink. She did the same.

Below, Howard's face was getting red. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked Jocelyn.

"No. I think I'll let you go first?"

I slapped Howard hard on the ass. My hand stung from the blow, but I know his ass stung more. Then Jocelyn slapped him on the other cheek.

Then we both repeated the process.

After ten blows apiece we stopped. Howard's as was pink and tender.

"Now turn around." He did as he urn told.

"Well, well, well," I said, looking directly at his crotch. His cock was hard as a rock. "What have we here?"

He didn't say anything.

"I've got to hand it to you, toots. You like to dish it out, but you like to take it, too, don't you?"

For a moment he looked like he was going to lose his temper, but then he regained control.

"Good boy. Now get on the bed." Tight-lipped, he did as he was told. "Uh-oh, looks like you're losing your hard-on, toots. Guess we better fix that, huh?"

He got on all fours without being told, and Jocelyn and I gave him another dozen or so slaps to the ass.

Sure enough, when we were finished his cock was rigid.

"Okay toots. Here's what we want from you right now. First you fuck me. Then you fuck Jocelyn. The only catch is that you have to make us come but you can't come yourself. Got it?"

"You fucking bitch."

"Whatever."

I climbed beneath him and spread my legs. His cock started to shrink again, but when Jocelyn slapped him once or twice, it came back up.

"Now be sweet to me, toots. You don't want to make me mad, do you?"

He just glared at me.

"Let's go."

Surprisingly enough, my cunt was wet and juicy. I was detained not to come any sooner than was necessary, and if I could keep from coming altogether, I would be delighted.

He started slowly, entering my cunt with a thrust that wouldn't have broken an egg. I closed my eyes and tried to do multiplication tables.

I couldn't handle it.

Even though it was Howard who was fucking me, and even though I didn't want to come, the simple feeling of a cock inside my hot pussy was just too much for me.

I got turned on.

For a long time I didn't thrust back, and for a while I even held my legs tightly together, increasing the pressure on his cock and making it, I was certain, more difficult for him to keep from coming.

But I couldn't keep it up.

After about five minutes I started pushing up against his plunging cock, grinding my dripping pussy against his meat.

"Kiss my tits, Howard. Kiss my nipples."

He bent forward, and a moment later his lips were all over my tits, doing just as I had told him to do.

I liked being in control; it was so much better this way than just getting manhandled by a wild man.

"Harder, Howard. Kiss me… that's it… oh yeah… you're doin' good, toots, real good!"

I wondered how his cock felt. Normally he would have come by now, but today he hadn't even begun to tremble inside me.

That was no good. I had to make it tougher for him. Much tougher.

I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled myself up against his pounding, slamming cock. I could feel him slash deeper and deeper into me, and I knew that if I could just wriggle and writhe enough…

But it wasn't going to work.

Instead of making him come, I was going to come myself. I could feel the tension deep inside my cunt beginning to build, foaming and churning as if I were a capped bottle of champagne.

I could feel my will slipping.

"Goddammit, Howard," I gasped, giving in to the forces raging within me. "Make me come, you Goddam bastard. Make me come!"

I was angry at him and at myself; he was going to win this confrontation, all because I was such a horny bitch I couldn't control myself.

Dammit.

"You love it, don't you Carol?"

"Fuck you."

I slapped him in the face, but it was a half-hearted gesture of defiance, and one that only feel to the control he was gaining over me once again.

It was bubbling up inside me now, churning and foaming wildly.

"I'm gonna come!" I wailed, torn between conflicting desires. "Dammit I'm gonna come!"

Howard slashed harder into my cunt.

"Ohhh Godddd…oohhhhhh!"

My cunt positively exploded.

I could feel incredible waves of honey shooting out of me as the muscles within me contracted, and for a moment I thought that by making the contractions even stronger. I could force Howard to come.