Gilda Grayson - The exhibitionist wife

"I thought you wanted to…?"

"Fuck you?" he growled.

"Yes…"

"I do… and I will!"

Fred pushed his wife back away from him, his hand lashing out to grasp the low-cut neckline of her blouse.

Evelyn gasped, "No!" She realized instantly his intent.

"My way!" he grated, giving a tremendous yank that ripped her blouse all the way to her waist, the buttons flipping off and flying in all directions.

Again, real terror knifed through her. She backed away from him, looking down at her ruined blouse, her eyes brimming with tears. "God, no, Fred! Please…?" she whined. He's acting like a maniac!

With grim determination Fred methodically ripped the rest of her thin blouse from her and tossed the shreds of it away. Her filmy bra was next; one hard pull at the point where the cups joined divided it into two useless parts, her freed breasts popping out to soar naked and white, the cool air of the room washing over their soft, warm and firmly pliant orbs.

Then Fred pulled the straps of her bra from her arms and stood back to admire his handiwork. Her breasts stood out, moundingly, the satin-like skin of them glowing alabaster-white in the soft light of their bedroom, and he saw that her nipples were elongating prettily, the areolas wrinkling up around the bases of the rapidly hardening berry-like paps.

His aim was to debase and humiliate his wife as much as possible, and he was off to a good start. One of his groping hands found the hardened shaft of his aching cock, and he grasped it hard, as with lewdly smiling eyes, he asked, "What do you think I'm going to do with this?"

"Oh, God, darling… I-I don't know…" Evelyn cried miserably. "Rape me… I suppose…" God! I've got to do something! Any thing!

Suddenly, she was on her knees before him, her hands reaching out, tremblingly toward his throbbing cock, her mouth working tremulously, as she murmured, "Let me…"

Putting both hands on her shoulders, her husband pushed her back, until she was sitting on her heels.

"Let you what…? Suck me off?" he grunted, denying even to himself that he would have loved for her to do just that, but he had other plans… for her! "Not on your life! That'd be too easy!"

Evelyn was confused and she felt his rebuff sharply. "I just wanted to give you…" she began.

"You mean you wanted to side-track me!" he roared.

"No, please, Fred… I just wanted to make everything all right… again!"

"Listen, bitch… you've made fun of me for the last time… because I couldn't get a hard-on… some of the time!"

"I didn't mean to… do that…"

"But, you did, God damn it! You thought I was impotent! Well… take a good look at my cock! Does that look like I can't do anything?"

"It's just… beautiful…!" she breathed, her hands going out, again, in an attempt to touch it, fondle it – and just maybe – get to kiss it and suck it for a little while.

"Don't touch it!" Fred Holden warned.

"… But, why, darling…? I love you… and I want to…" Her hands dropped down into her lap, and she looked up at him imploringly.

"Love me…? Ha! That's a good one! Is that why you were down there with the Holloway's, acting like a cheap, little whore?"

"No… please, believe me… I was doing it… because I couldn't help myself. I needed it!"

"Well, they say confession's good for the soul!" he remarked.

"… But, that doesn't mean, I love you less…"

"I saw you being fucked!"

"That's just sex… nothing else!" she sobbed. "You know I… can't do without it! I've got to have it regularly… just like eating and breathing…" Then, looking down at the floor, she went on, "And, I wasn't getting enough… from…"

"Okay! I wasn't fucking you enough! That's what you're saying! I'll buy that… and I want to tell you something I figured out, just this evening!"

"What's that…?" his wife looked up eagerly into his face.

"I found out that I can't get it up… because you're too God damned eager for it!"

"You mean… I'm too aggressive…?"

"That's it! You don't let me start the action!"

"Oh, God… I didn't realize…"

"So, from now on, I'm the one who's going to do the seducing… and the chasing… and I'm going to do the fucking… understand…?"

His hands were under her armpits lifting her to her feet. She hadn't answered, and he repeated his question, giving her a shake, "God damn it! Do you understand, Evelyn?"

She understood him clearly. God! It was a horrible mistake! "Yes, darling… I-I do understand…" she managed, a keening thrill going through her, as she tried to imagine what it would be like… with her playing the part of a demure, shyly retiring wife, waiting for her Lord and Master to seduce her, instead of the other way around. "I understand…"

"Good! Because, I'm going to make you pay for tonight's little escapade!"

"Are you going to… fuck me, now…?" Evelyn asked, a tone of resignation in her voice.

"I sure as hell am!"

Now, she was eager and ready for it, but she didn't want to let him know that, in the light of her new-found knowledge. She wanted it… wanted her husband's massive prick pounding in and out of her cunt. A little smile of expectant anticipation lifted the corners of her lips, and she brushed tears away from her smoky, hazel eyes.

"Then, take me, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me… any way you want to!" She began drifting sultrily toward their bed.

"You bet I'll fuck you the way I want to!" he grated, a sadistic grin splitting his face, lewdly. "How would you like to be fucked in the ass?"

Evelyn turned on him cat-like. "No!" she gasped. "God, no!" He's crazy!

The shock was intended. Actually, he had toyed with the idea and discarded it. Later, maybe… Right then, his intent was different.

Roughly, he pushed her down onto the bed, and as she sprawled backward, supine, her skirt riding up her lovely, tapered, white thighs, he saw the jet-black triangle of her pubic hair. She had not worn her panties home. He stared for a moment, new rage burning in him, as he remembered how Vince Holloway had been plunging his thick, lengthy cock's shaft in and out of her cunt, just minutes ago. Christ! His cum's still up inside her! He wasn't interested in fucking her in the cunt… just then. Anyway, he wasn't sure he could… with the other man's semen still pudding in her. Damn! It's kind of sickening!

Then, with both hands he grabbed his wife's ankles and swung her around straight in the bed. Deliberately, he reached out and pulled her skirt down to cover up her loins.

Dry-eyed, now, Evelyn watched him, and she was completely confused. What's he going to do? He doesn't want me… to use my mouth… and he's covering me up… down there… God! "What do you want me… to do, Fred, darling…?" she queried. "Shall I take off the rest of my clothes…?"

Holden was crawling up on the bed now, his eyes locked onto the twin peaks of her softly mounding breasts; then, kneeling above her, he threw a leg over her body, straddling her waist. "No… you're stripped enough, already!"

Avidly, his hands dug into the satin-smooth flesh of her white, full-mooned breasts, his fingers massaging them cruelly.

Beneath him, Evelyn looked up at him beseechingly and moaned, "You're hurting me!"

"You're damned lucky I'm not beating the hell out of you!" he spat down at-her.

Her eyes widened. "You… wouldn't…?"

"I thought about it!"

"What are you… going to do… to me…?"

"This!"

Fred spat saliva into the palm of his hand and smeared it on the head of his blood-engorged cock. Reaching down, then, he took both her hands in his and placed them on either side of a quivering breast. "Hold your tits up, like that… and push them close together!" he instructed, leering down at her sadistically.