Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

"Where?" Tim barked. "Where?"

"In the ass… fuck me in the ass… aarrggghhh…" Kate could hardly get the words out.

Now gasping and crooning with delight, Tim began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back passage. He watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first the pressure on his cock had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating.

He watched his hardened lust-bloated penis disappear right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.

He reached down and pulled at her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowing back making it glisten in the light of the bedroom. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a runner, his eyes looked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight fitting glove.

"Oooohhh… God… God…!" Kate gasped as her angered husband pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back, kneading her flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender mild white skin.

His balls ached and his cock nearly exploded every time he surged into her. She was completely his. A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked and he did, digging his penis into her ass and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he jiggled his loins and wormed it deep around in her. He drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick was tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her ass… that would be the ultimate submission.

He began to dub rapidly into her hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and his breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps.

"Ohhhh, baby… Daddy's cumming… you little bitch… Daddy's cumming… fuck back… fuck back!!!" he gasped giving one last spine-chilling ramrod thrust shattering his sperm in wave after wave far into the secret depths of her behind. It seemed as if his scrotum had never been emptied before. He groaned and almost cried out with delight as the last drops of his semen squeezed out the tip of his penis and mingled lewdly with the rest of the white liquid cum trapped deep inside the warm rubbery cavern of her rectum…

"Come in!" Sam called. Kate pushed open the big oak door. Sam was sitting behind his desk.

She ran over to him… "Oh Sam… Sam…" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Sam got up and came around the desk to meet her.

"My, my…" he said… "And on your birthday, too… By the way, I'm going to have all those presents put away for you in a special room… You can use them as you like. Now what's the trouble?"

Kate clung to his neck letting all the words tumble out quickly… that she had to leave Tim, divorce him… that she had no idea what she was doing or what was to become of her, but that she knew that Sam would help her… even if she had behaved like a common slut the night before… surely he would help her.

Sam sat her down on his sofa and brought out the brandy. "First of all, let me tell you that you behaved just as I wanted you to behave last night. You were beautiful, more beautiful than ever. I want you, Kate… You must know that by now… and I won't let Tim be a problem to you or to me. I've dealt with Aries rams before!"

Kate sat sipping the brandy… she was beginning to feel secure again. The reassuring tone of Sam's voice droned on and on in her head and the surrounding of books and papers all served to calm her considerably.

"And you will travel everywhere that I go… be my, shall we say, special assistant? You will have as much money as you need to keep you happy, clothes, friends, position… It's a nice life… Parties like last night's, celebrities, fun and games… Will you do it? There may be things that are difficult for you in the beginning, but after a while it will all be smooth sailing!"

"Yes… yes… I want to do that!" Kate said… "Yes!"

"Well, think about it… I insist… come and tell me tomorrow… about this same time… All right?"

"All right," Kate agreed reluctantly.

Sam helped her up and took her in his arms, squeezing her tightly to his body. His cock rose against her belly as he pressed her closer and closer to him, rubbing her crotch against its hardness.

"Come tomorrow, my love… I'll be waiting for you with this." His cock executed a jerk against her warm, now friendly pussy and she could feel the outline of it clearly. She blushed a deep red as the juices began to trickle unashamedly down between her thighs. Why did she have to wait until the next day, she wondered, when she wanted to be with him right then, right that moment.

"Now, run along… I've some work to do… See you tomorrow!" Sam escorted her to the door and ushered her out, kissing her gently on the neck before she left.

The following day at the appointed time, Kate went to Sam's study. She felt very composed that day and sure of her decision. She had spent the night alone in the room that contained her birthday presents, sleeping until late that morning. It had been wonderful being alone. She had been able to think things out clearly for the first time in a long time. She had carefully avoided running into Tim. She hoped that he would just leave.

It was with relief that she realized that she felt no allegiance whatsoever to her husband. Sam was the man who occupied most of her thoughts. Even though she was still confused about his sexual habits, she kept remembering how it felt to be alone with him. How thoughtful he was and how handsome… all those presents! She had tried everything on several times before going to sleep and unbeknownst to her, Sam Dagon had spent a short while watching her from behind the two, way mirror before going to his own bedroom.

Now Kate waited patiently for Sam to answer her knock. She was wearing one of the new dresses she had bought at Magnin's… a short jumper with long sleeves and a low plunging neckline that showed off the voluptuous blossoming of her creamy breasts. She wanted to look her best for Sam to keep him wanting her as long as possible.

He came to the door and let her in. The sight of him sent little ripples of excitement scurrying over her and she could feel her skin breaking out in goose-bumps.

"Come in, darling," Sam said. "Come into the alcove."

Kate followed him into the spacious alcove of the library where a large studio couch stood against the wall. It was minutes before she was completely undressed and in Sam's arms.

"Oh, Sam… oh darling…" she cried out, trembling in Sam's strong arms.

She felt the leather of the couch, cool on her naked skin, as the somber light made shadowy shapes of their coupling bodies. The soft sounds of their lovemaking grew to crescendo pitch and eventually the room fairly rocked with lewd grunts and groans as Sam's cock dipped hungrily in and out of her receptive cunt. It felt even more wonderful than she had remembered, filling her, satisfying her so completely that she burst into tears.

"Oh, Sam… oh darling…" she cried out, raising herself up to him as he lay on top of her spent body. "You're wonderful… so wonderful! And I want to be with you always…"