Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"Oooooaaaaah… fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted deliriously. "Cum in my asshole… fuck and cum, fuck and cum…" Her nearly incoherent grunts accompanied the lewd, wet fucking of the fully expanded length of his rock-hard penis into her fully-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.

Beneath his pounding body, Natalie felt the first powerful wave of his hot thick male semen shudder into the depths of her rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, and she could feel the slight burning sensation of the saline solution spewing out and coating the cock-split walls of her asshole. The unfamiliar thrilling explosions set off her own climax almost simultaneously. She screamed out her release as the great tremor of pleasure from her hotly milking rectal channel ricocheted through the thin dividing membrane of her wildly undulating cunt-passage.

"Aaaaaauuuuhhhhh! Eeeeeiiiiiii yyyyyyooouuu… Mmmmmmm…" Her creamy orgasmic fluids gushed spasmodically out from her wildly erupting pussy walls, to seep out from her fur-rimmed cunt-lips and drench the Camp Director's tightly screwed in balls. His sperm trickled down the split of her buttocks to meet the rivulets of her own heated liquids, mingling with them in a single stream of dribbling cum, dripping down her inner thigh to fall in lewd sticky droplets on the patch-work bedspread below.

Natalie's body continued to thrash and clench involuntarily around the older man's ejaculating penis, and she hardly knew how long they quaked in their mutual orgasm. Finally, Stuart groaned with exhaustion and collapsed over her panting body, flattening her into the mattress. Natalie sighed in satiation as she felt his limp and deflated shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded bowels with a slight wet sucking noise as it slipped between the full white moons of her buttocks. The sudden rush of cool air washing over her steamy wetness made her shiver convulsively as Brooks rolled his weight off her body to lie beside her on the bed she shared with her husband.

She felt wet in her anus and slightly sore, but she had to admit that in a strange unvengeful way, she had enjoyed the debased act of sodomy. It was something she had never before even imagined doing, and something that even a short while ago she would not have considered. But her insane desire to pay Mark back for what she considered an inexcusable act of deceit had made it possible for Natalie to give in to the Camp Director's obscenely perverse desires, and now she was amazed to realize that it had actually been pleasant.

But even though her imagination was musing thoughtfully over the lustfully exciting experience, Natalie's conscience suddenly sprang back to life. It was as though she was waking up from a horrible dream, a dream which had seen her every moral fiber twisted and perverted out of shape. Suddenly, the young married woman became conscious of her own nakedness, and her nostrils flared at the unmistakable scent of her and Stuart's mutual orgasms. As she lay almost motionless beside the Camp Director, she could feel the fulfilled warmth emanating from his body, like a suggestive reminder of her depraved indiscretion. Slowly, the black-haired woman felt her face grow hot, and she squirmed subtly away from the naked body of her husband's friend.

God, oh God, she groaned inwardly, rolling over to the edge of the bed. What have I done? And what am I ever going to do now?

She was afraid to steal a glance in Stuart Brooks' direction now, even though the bed sagged under his weight as he unconsciously followed her across the mattress.

"Shit, baby," the older man was whispering, "that was fantastic. You were really fantastic… just like I knew you would be."

Natalie froze as she wondered what the Camp Director meant – he knew she would be. Didn't he already find out what I was like yesterday, in front of… the students? The very memory of yesterday afternoon's merciless humiliation at the hands and cocks of so many lecherous young boys filled the young teacher with new vengeance for her husband, because he had allowed it to go on. Now, however, she wanted to know what Stuart meant… Had he been in on it too, planning the whole afternoon with her husband?

The Camp Director laid a warm, soothing hand on the brunette wife's naked back. "Christ, I told him… I told him you were hot…"

"Told him? Told who?" Natalie countered suddenly, springing up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She crossed her hands in front of her heaving white breasts as she reached for her clothes on the floor with her toe. Leaning down quickly and carefully, she was able to retrieve her blouse before her lush nakedness was exposed too much to the muscular bachelor's gaze, and she hurriedly wrapped it around her slender curving torso and buttoned it in front.

Stuart watched her jerky nervous movements with an amused smile. She sure was a strange little cunt… one minute, she'd be as scared and innocent as a teenage virgin, and the next, she'd be practically charming your cock off with her alluring seduction. Now, she was becoming all moral again, and the Camp Director had to wait to see what she would do before he said anything more.

Angrily, the young teacher yanked on her lust-moistened panties and camp shorts, before standing up from the bed. Her dark brown eyes were flashing fire as she spoke, and Stuart was a little shocked. "Who did you tell, Stuart?" she demanded succinctly.

"Natalie…" the Camp Director began, shaking his head in confusion. "What's the matter?"

"For the third time, who did you tell that I was… was… h-hot?" It made her blush to repeat the embarrassing question, and her mind-screen flickered with visions of the energetic man giving a group of healthy male campers a lecture on the virtues of women, and she heard her own name being mentioned as one who was "hot".

"Christ, baby, I only told your husband…"

"My husband?!" the young woman screamed. "Oh, God, you can't be serious… Stuart, you just… Oh, God, you're lying, aren't you… You didn't tell Mark that you… that you… G-God… oohh…" Her voice trailed off into a disconsolate wail, and her face became pale and drawn as before. Listlessly, she motioned Stuart Brooks to leave her alone in her misery, and she almost chased him out of her bedroom without his clothes.

When she was alone, Natalie plopped back down on her mattress, her nose wrinkling with disapproval as she realized that the lusty odor of their mingled cum was still readily discernible. She took a hand towel and walked down the hall to the bathroom to wet it and put some hand soap on it so she could clean off the tell-tale droplets of sticky dry sex-juice from the bedspread. The quilted patch-work coverlet was still dark with the water after she had finished, but at least she had satisfied herself that the smell was no longer obvious. She didn't know what she would have done if Mark had come in from his hike and noticed it.

But then, she thought logically, what does he expect, anyway? He's the one who tried to set me up with all these young boys, isn't he? She suddenly felt angry again, and for a moment, she even wished that he had walked in on her and Stuart this afternoon, so he could have seen to what lengths his uncaring betrayal had driven her.

But as she mulled over the events of the day, Natalie found herself wondering just how much a part her husband had played in her lewd affairs. What if Stuart was telling her these things just to cover up his own lechery? What if – God, no! It can't be! – what if Stuart had been lying all along, telling a carefully calculated falsehood just to elicit the angry responses Natalie had so recently manifested?

Oh, Mark, I'm sorry… I'm sorry, she apologized mentally. I didn't know what to think, and it sounded so logical, the way Stuart said it, she explained, as if she was actually talking to her husband at that very moment. Her brain was almost numbed with the incredible overload of imaginings and worries that crowded it, and it nearly gave her a headache to try and sort out the confusion. She was so tense that she didn't dare venture out of her bedroom – she couldn't risk encountering any of the students or another staff member in the disorganized state she was in. The best thing to do, she knew, would be to sleep on her confusion and then think about it all later when her mind was fresh.