Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

It wasn't until moments later when she felt the weight of someone on the bed, felt the mattress sag, that she realized someone was here with her.

"Johnny…! Oh, Johnny! Darling… you came… Oh, I want you so much, I need you now…!"

"AHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she felt the fiery shock spread through her as his body touched hers.

"Oh yes…! please, put it in me…! please, I want you to make love to me now… I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME…!"

The words burst from her lips in broken sentences, and her hands clawed at the man's back, pulling him with all her strength against her eager, reaching hips. She moaned from deep in her throat as she felt the hot, blood-filled head of his cock slowly part the slit of her cunt and slip wetly inside.

"OHhhhhhhhhhhhh… YES…! inside me… more… More… MORE…! Oh my God…! hurry, darling… HURRY…!"

She felt a great, roaring heat filling her, swelling and expanding inside the hot, stretched walls of her pussy… not going deeper, but saturating her entire being with a flowing wall of fire and hardened flesh.

Her mind spun in huge, whirling circles – spinning colors blinding her to everything but the raging torrent of desire in her loins. Throwing her legs out wide into the air, her hands dug into his buttocks and aided his pounding rhythm.

An explosion was building in her she couldn't control. With each massive plunge of his throbbing cock she felt a new wave of ecstasy crash thunderously deep within her grinding hips.

"Aaaarrrggghhhhh! Yes, yes… harder… that's it!" she screamed in his ear. "Oh my God! Oh, yes, Johnny."

It was more than the old man could take. After watching her for almost an hour from the other room, the excitement was becoming too much for him and he couldn't wait much longer. He strained against her, driving himself as deeply as he could and trying desperately to hold back a little longer.

"OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… faster, FASTER!" Her fingernails raked his back as she strove to move him more quickly. "Yes! That's it, soon, darling, soon…"

She hung onto him, arching her back higher and higher, trying to hold back the impending explosion growing and swelling deep in her belly.

She moaned and churned beneath him with each hard, driving lunge, her face contorted into a strained mask of undisguised passion. Then she screamed.

"NOW!" her guttural cry shattered the softer noises in the darkened room. "Now…! Ohooooooooh, yes…! I'm cuming! I'm cuuuummming!"

Just as she felt him jerk against her, felt him filling her with powerful spurts of flowing, hot burning sperm, she felt herself erupting inside like a giant explosion rolling across the earth.

She strained against him, hanging on with all her strength as she throbbed out her own passion thick rivulets of white, liquid semen bubbled out from her cunt-lips around the tight, flesh-clasped prick and rolled down the quivering crevice of her buttocks to the sheets below.

It ended for them both in the same wild, instantaneous moment, leaving only an aftermath of two tightly clinging bodies panting out the last dying pleasures of their orgasm.

She fell back against the bed with her head lolling to one side and soft mewling sounds escaped breathlessly from her parted lips.

The man collapsed on top of her, spittle dripping from his lips as he dropped his head against her cheek.

"Oh God, it was wonderful… Johnn…" She stopped. He didn't feel right. It wasn't Johnny's head! He didn't feel like…

"Who… who are you!" she screamed, kicking at him with her legs and trying to get out from beneath him. She rolled violently to the side, half falling to the floor.

"No, no…! who are you!"

Laura ran stumbling to the light switch by the door and scratched frantically for it before her hands found the panel. The room was suddenly filled with a blinding brightness. Then, as her eyes adjusted, the form of the man who had just fucked her began to take shape.

Great, wracking sobs shook her as she recognized the triumphantly smiling face. "You… it's you, you beast, you miserable beast!" How could it have been? How was he here in her room!

The screaming girl groped drunkenly for her robe and tried to clear the shattered cobwebs of her mind. She stumbled against the dressing table and her fingers closed around a heavy glass ashtray. She grabbed it hysterically and threw it at the man trying to pull on his trousers. The glancing blow left a blood-streaked gash on his forehead, almost knocking him to his knees.

Laura ran at him and her hands became claws that slashed at the short, fat man. But the impact of the ashtray, rather than stunning him, had angered him.

He grabbed her flailing arms and threw her violently back against the bed knocking the breath out of her.

He stood over her with his hands on his hips, a smile flickered across his face before it was replaced with a sneer.

"One, Mrs. Dutton, there was no rape! You called out for me to come in…" Before the sobbing girl could interrupt, he continued, "and furthermore, before you entertain any thoughts of going to the authorities you might consider how it would sound if I testified that it was you who enticed me in here and offered your body to me in exchange for the back rent."

He paused, very proud of the authoritative tone of his voice, and then continued threateningly, "I'm known and respected around her and I seriously doubt anyone would take your word over mine."

Laura was so shaken she could barely understand what was happening. She only knew that something terrible had occurred to her and that the man in front of her, the fat little manager that had caused it, was threatening her with something else. She tried to clear the cobwebs from her befuddled mind and listen to what he was saying.

"I would suggest that you remain silent about this. Tell no one and, just to avoid any trouble in the hotel, I'll consider your back rent paid in full."

He stopped to make sure she understood everything she was saying. He saw the wide-eyed fright, her silence, and realized he had made it. He'd have no trouble from her he was sure.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Dutton. Think over what I've said and I'm sure everything will work out perfectly."

He'd finished buttoning his shirt and he picked up his shoes and smiling back at her helpless form, walked out of the room, closing the door silently behind him.

It was almost six in the morning when the door opened and Johnny stood framed in the hall light behind him. He came into the bedroom with the exaggerated care of a man who had had too much to drink. He tried to undress in the darkness, hopping clumsily from one foot to the other as he removed his trousers, until Laura spoke, her voice filled with shame and humiliation.

"Turn on the light, darling, it's alright. I'm awake."

She had been awake since the exit of Mr. Rogers, and had cried until there were no more tears to come. She had just lain there helplessly and struggled with her confused thoughts trying to decide what to tell her husband. During those tortured hours she'd been unable to make any decision and now that Johnny faced her she knew there was no way to tell him what had actually happened.

"Laura, what are you doing awake? You have to work this morning, don't you?" His voice was fuzzy and slurred from liquor.

"I was just waiting up for you, darling. I don't know, I just couldn't sleep." She held out her arms to him and he burrowed up against her like a small child.

When he spoke his voice was muffled by her shoulder and she strained to hear him.

"Oh Laura, honey, all of a sudden everything went bad. I couldn't win. I just couldn't win! I was so far ahead, and then I kept losing…"

He seemed so hurt and helpless that her own troubles seemed to disappear and she held him as tightly as she could and tried to soothe him.