Gilda Grayson: The exhibitionist wife

Holloway was a large man, also. He loomed above Evelyn, driving deep into her back-thrusting loins with pile-driver force, the speed of his strokes becoming ever faster and faster.

It was Thelma, whose soaring orgasm burst over her first. She opened her mouth to scream as convulsive shudders swept over her body. Her eyes were blazed; her mouth gaping wide as she panted out her release. Holden couldn't actually hear her very plainly, but there was a muffled, high pitched sound. He was sure that it was her final scream of ecstatic passion.

Then, as Holloway's wife slumped back, her legs straightening out to lie flat but still wide-spread, her chest heaving with deep pantings causing the full mounds of her breasts to rise and fall, Fred saw that his wife, Evelyn, was in full-throated screams of rapture. This time he heard it faintly, "God! Fuck me… hard! I'mmmmm cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg! AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

The sound of his wife's voice slashed through him like a saber. He had heard that sound of passion so seldom, himself that hearing it caused by another man's pounding cock in her was the rawest hurt of all. The God damned bitch! She's no better than a cheap whore! What really cut to the quick was the realization that Evelyn really hadn't given him much of a chance to prove that he could satisfy her. Now, there was yet another gnawing suspicion: How long's she been out alleycatting? The dismaying thought that she may have been looking for her sexual kicks some other place, almost ever since they'd been married… five months, now, was like a kick in the groin for him. God damn her! I'll show her when she gets back here! I'll show her! I'LL SHOW HER!

Barely able to watch, as his jealous rage dimmed his eyesight, he saw Vince Holloway jackhammering into Evelyn's clasping cunt, and he knew that the man was on the verge of cumming… Then, he drove into Fred's wife for the final, cunt-plumbing thrust and his big body went stiff, as he ground it hard and deep into her passion-trembling belly. He knew what the other man was feeling… that satisfying spurt of semen, hosing through the length of your aching cock, the final, sweet release from building tension… and in a way, he couldn't condemn Holloway for doing what he was doing to Evelyn; especially if she was the one who provoked it. At that point, he was sure in his own mind that it was Evelyn who was at fault. The bastard's only doing what I'd do, too… if some gal as sexy and as forward as Evelyn was throwing it right at me…! He thought about that for a moment and changed his mind. No! Damn it! That's the trouble! Evelyn is too damned forward… it turns me off so that I can't get an erection! A glimmer of the truth he was looking for filtered through to him. She doesn't let me start things, chase her a little… seduce her… then mount her and duck her… like a man! Finally, he was sure of it. The knowledge was his! That's it, God damn it! That's it! Things are going to change!

It was five minutes to midnight when Fred Holden heard his wife come through the front door of their apartment. He was lying in bed waiting for her, the sheet pulled up over his nude body. Down between his legs, his cock was still hard and ready for action.

He had done everything he could to make sure that it was in an excited state. After the scene in the Holloway's apartment had ended, he had dug out some pornographic magazines from the closet, perusing them closely and keeping his mind on purely erotic things. His hand, too, had helped, as he'd caressed the hardened shaft just enough to keep it hard. He was determined that Evelyn would know, beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was a virile man. He just had to show her who was the man in their family!

Walking silently on bare feet, Evelyn came into their bedroom, hoping that her husband would be asleep. She had stayed longer at the Holloway's than she had intended, but she had rehearsed an alibi line that she was sure sounded plausible.

As she opened the door, she saw that the dim, bedside light was still on, and that Fred was in bed already. He sat upright.

"Where the hell have you been?" his voice fairly crackled.

"Oh," she trilled lightly, "I didn't know you were awake, darling…"

"I asked you where you've been, darling!"

"Well, if you must know… I was downstairs, at the Holloway's. Thelma was having some trouble with a needlepoint design she's doing… and I was helping her on…" Evelyn recited, telling just enough of the truth to make it plausible.

"Very domestic!" Fred grated. "… But you're lying… because I saw you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Evelyn challenged, holding her ground.

"Just this, God damn it!" He leaped from the bed and reached her in two steps. Grabbing his wife's arm in a vise-like grip, he forced her over to the bedroom window. "Look down there!"

"Wh-Where…?" Evelyn was a little frightened, now.

"Down to the right!" His other hand entangled in her long, black hair, forcing her to look in the direction he indicated. "Anything interesting in the Holloway's bedroom…?"

Horror-stricken, Evelyn found herself looking down at Thelma Holloway stretched out, nude, on the bed she had just occupied with them both only minutes before. The brown-haired woman's body lay supine, her legs spread out at an obscene angle, and she was talking to her husband, Vince, hidden from her view in another part of the bedroom. My God! He knows! Of course, what Thelma was saying couldn't be heard.

"She must be talking about you!" Fred grunted. "Probably saying something about having you over again sometime… to help with the needlepoint work!"

Twisting her head around to look at her husband, Evelyn wailed, "Let me go! You don't understand!"

"Are you denying that you weren't down there… on that bed with both of them… getting fucked, like a bitch in heat… and eating her cunt… at the same time…?" He made the question an accusation, a statement of irrefutable fact.

At that moment, the large, rawboned figure of Vince Holloway loomed in front of the window in the apartment below, naked like his wife, Thelma, the long, thick stiffness of another growing erection plainly evident, as he reached for the pull cord and shut the drapes, effectively cutting off the view into their bedroom.

Fred pulled his trembling, emotion-ridden wife away from the window and releasing his grip on her hair reached over and closed the curtains of their bedroom. Evelyn turned toward him, her face drained of color, and she was aware, for the first time, that her husband was naked. Spearing out from his muscular, hair-covered loins was the unmistakable evidence of arousal. His penis stood out hard, rampant and throbbing, and her eyes swept down to it, widening in surprise as she saw its fiery, blood-engorged head, pulsing with his heartbeat. Its thick length stood up at an acute angle, almost parallel to his abdomen.

Looking back up at his face, she saw his lewd smirk of satisfaction. "What do you think about that… darling wife…? And, how'd you like to be fucked by me… your husband, for a change?"

Instantly, the fear in her eyes was replaced by a building interest, and she said a little prayer of thanksgiving. Thank God! He's not going to beat me…!

With a lewd, little smile of her own trembling across her sensuous lips, she asked, "Did it make you all hot… watching us, down there…?"

"Then, you admit it?"

"It'd be hard not to," she told him levelly. "Please, let me go, Fred? You're hurting my arm!"

He let her go, mumbling an automatic, "Sorry…"

She came close to him, her loins grinding into the hardened shaft of his cock. Feeling it hot and hard through the thin layers of her clothing, she raised her lips up to him to be kissed. He didn't put his arms around her; neither did he try to kiss her.