Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

"Who was it? Who? Some candy-assed photographer, I'll bet! One of your old boy friends!"

Fran sobbed. Was he so far from wrong? Wouldn't she have given in to Giuliano tomorrow? Wouldn't she have wanted his warm kisses and kind words? But instead she had received her own husband's brother, felt his cock – God, she seemed to still feel it – high in her quivering pussy! And she had joined her own little girl in the most depraved enjoyment of sex, and she had loved it, loved every minute of it!

"Never mind! Never mind!" the distraught blonde cried, "Beat me, hit me, kill me if you want! I don't care! I tell you i don't care!" Brint stopped for a second, glaring down at the cowering female before him. "Killing's too good for you!" he hissed. His woman, his own wife betraying him, actually giving herself to someone else. That same gorgeous golden cunt there between those fabulous thighs… they were his… all his and they belonged to nobody else! The very idea of another man even touching Fran was enraging him more by the moment. He had to do something, something to put his stamp upon this woman, to prove to her and to him that she was his, that he would not tolerate unfaithfulness! A wild look was in his eyes as the angry husband ripped off his suit coat and his shirt and tie. Then he loosened his belt and let his pants fall down. He peeled down his shorts and took off his tight cotton undershirt. The calf-length black socks upon which he insisted came off after the conservative brown shoes.

All the while, Fran watched him carefully, cautiously between sobs, as though her life depended upon it. Then he spoke, barking out a command to her that startled the young wife. Nevertheless, she was in no position to refuse him and she did as her husband asked.

Kneeling naked on all fours on the bed, the adulterous wife cringed backwards.

"No… no," she murmured fearfully.

"No? What's the matter, had too much screwing already? That little pussy can take more, can't it?"

"No… no!" It was too awful, too humiliating!

"Well, that's okay too!" Brint said with a snarl, eyeing the white pliant mounds of nether flesh that formed his wife's fully presented buttocks. "There's more than one way to skin a cat!"

From her lewd position on the bed where her husband had forced her, terror struck deep in Fran's bones. But didn't she deserve whatever she got? Even if her husband was a disgusting egomaniac, a cold, ungiving person and a selfish monster? Even though all that was true, hadn't she done things that no woman ought to ever consider, much less enjoy? Wasn't he right to want to punish her? She thought she was going mad. Perhaps she was! Didn't her wanton actions, even though she had been forced at the beginning, indicate a wandering mind? How could she have made passionate love with her own brother-in-law… and later with her own daughter? How could she have enjoyed it when she heard her daughter, who was only ten years old, cumming blissfully beneath the twenty year old's fucking, and while enjoying it cum herself because of Morgan's fingers thrusting in her naked cunt?

Brint peered down at his wife's widespread pale-skinned buttocks, knowing that what he would do would humiliate his adulterous wife for a lifetime.

"Spread those legs wider!" he commanded.

Brint positioned himself behind the kneeling blonde, his thick heavy cock bulging with throbbing veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the helpless cheeks of Fran's full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan, and then with a perverse smile on his lips and reminding himself of his great anger he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of the trembling woman's tiny puckered anus.

"Nnnoooooonnnnnnggg!" Fran shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back there in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and she felt singularly uncomfortable. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her… it was crazy and frightening and unsettling. Yet Fran felt completely at her husband's mercy, not only because he was stronger than she, but because she really did feel guilty and deep down inside she knew that she deserved this from him. He was, after all, still her husband, and she had made love with his own brother and sanctioned her daughter's lewd actions.

"Nnnnnnngh!" Her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her widespread ass-cheeks sent chills running through the repentant young blonde, and she felt ashamed and embarrassed and oddly more naked than she had ever been before.

"Wider!" she heard him order gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Then an idea struck the leering husband, and he looked hurriedly around. By chance he saw upon the floor just the kind of thing he was looking for. Fran's hairbrush had fallen near the bed earlier as she'd tried frantically to brush her hair and then had given it up to run into the shower to cleanse herself before her husband's arrival. Swiftly, Brint leaned down to pick it up and returned to his position behind his wife's subserviently kneeling figure.

Fran's beautiful long legs were spread so far apart that the tormented woman could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the tender area of her hair-fringed cunt. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her rectum, and the frightened housewife realized with alarm that her husband was working something into her back there! She didn't even know what it was! But it felt thick and cold and Fran realized with horror that he was going to try to push it all the way inside her virginal back passage! Terrified, she tried to wriggle away from the intruding object, but then she felt it beginning to turn in the deep rubbery channel of her helplessly exposed rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.

"Nnnnnnnnnn," the trapped blonde wife groaned piteously.

"Whatsa matter? This is your favorite brush, isn't it?" He twisted the brush handle savagely, worming it upward into the entrance of his wife's roundly stretched anus and letting it slide within the fear-tensed walls.

"Nooooo oooohhh! How can you?" The pain was horrible, and even worse was the very idea of what Brint was doing to her!

The horrified blonde tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat on the bed. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt so much that way. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But her determined and still furious husband pulled the frightened wife's buttocks back into the air making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling with the plastic-handled hairbrush.

"Doesn't it feel good?" he demanded. "Doesn't it feel good in your ass! You little cunt, I'm going to fuck you with it in that tight little ass of yours, the one you sit on all day except when you're shaking it for some other cock!"

Fran's face reddened. Her blonde hair hung down in her eyes and her mouth gaped open in pain. She felt so exposed, so transparent. Never had she known anything like this feeling of having her own hairbrush forced high into the constricting walls of her anal passage. Oh God! she thought, what's happening to me? What has happened to my life? Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to support herself on her elbows, but every now and then she would pitch forward propelled by the worming, thrusting brush handle.

"Nooooooo! Brint, I can't stand it! I can't!" Her husband's obscene words still echoed in her ears, and the frightened woman's body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that he was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible, and while the idea of death had seemed appealing before, the actual presence of pain was terrifying.

"Aaaaaaaah!" The handle of the brush suddenly went in further than it had before.