Unknown - Sally_s Secret Lover

«No,» Ray shook his head, «Sally wouldn't do anything like that in … in our own house. There is an explanation, there must be. Maybe… I thought her piano pupils were all girls, but t-there could be boys. One thing, I'm going to find out what's going on … and if you've slandered my wife, I'll sue you for every cent in this God damned bank!»

«I've had my say,» the silver-tongued Blodgett looked pained at Ray's threatening statement. «There's just one thing more. If you were to go home right now, Ray, I think you'd find Sally with a visitor. I saw a fellow go in just about the time you came over here.»

With a strangled exclamation, the young pharmacist leaped up and headed for the door.

«Hold on!» Lee Quigg called after him, «John and I are coming along … we don't want any murders or mayhem …» They followed his loping pace at a brisk trot, but could not keep up with the long, fevered strides of the younger man. «Go on, Lee,» Blodgett panted, «I'm going to bring Duke. All hell may break loose over there!» His car was handily parked at the curb and it took only seconds to release the big German shepherd from the rear. The dog bounded ahead as if he knew their destination by instinct.

It would have been impossible to chart Ray Denham's thoughts as he ran half-blindly in the direction of his home, unseeing of cars that narrowly missed him or acquaintances who spoke when he passed them with his head down. He felt as though both body and mind were dissolving into pieces, blown apart by the shattering suggestion that his young bride was unfaithful … an adulteress … and in the eyes of the righteous hypocrites of Quiggville, little better than a whore!

Never! He couldn't accept it … there would have had to be some hint … she couldn't pretend to him, or live a lie like that, they were too close. Besides, he of all people in the world knew that Sally was not and never could be a nymphomaniac. She was, in fact, the next thing to frigid! Sex caused a revulsion in her that he was well aware of, to his sorrow, but that he had not been able to overcome with all his patience and tenderness in approaching her.

He stumbled … a ghastly thought had taken possession of his reeling mind. What if – he'd heard of such women – what if Sally had abnormal desires? What if she could only be aroused by brutality, turned on by violent sex? Unthinkable … but not impossible. But why, then, hadn't she sought his help, confided in him?

If she had been unfaithful, well, it was too much to contemplate what he would do in such a case. He groaned in misery and apprehension as he pushed open the unlocked first floor door. He stood there at the foot of the stairs trying to compose himself sufficiently to … he heard voices up there.

Christ, he wanted to run … take the steps three-at-a-time. But drumming into him was the more dominant thought, easy … slowly … don't give her any warning, catch her in the act. He mounted the long flight, cat-like.

Unreal. The bedroom door was wide open. They hadn't even taken the trouble to close the door. He moved in a vacuum, weightless … the room became a giant bubble enclosing him and the couple on the bed … no sounds intruded but their bestial cries as they urged each other on.

The foremost sight which presented itself to the incredulous eyes of the cuckolded husband was the enormous muscular white rump of a man on his knees, hunching over the softer, smaller buttocks of his partner, spreading the stretched white moons cruelly apart. Between the man's legs his hairy balls hung down, dancing obscenely in the palpating fingers of a little feminine hand … his wife's hand.

The husband rocked back as though driven by an unseen fist, clutching the doorframe for support. When he had partially recovered his senses, he started to move forward again when his arm was seized from behind by the wheezing figure of Lee Quigg who had just entered the doorway, his eyes, too, bugging nearly out of their sockets.

The son-of-a-bitch is fucking her in the ass, Ray groaned, his vision narrowing to the hardened pole of flesh that disappeared completely into the stretched, red hole between her flattened buttocks, drawing the tender pink ridges of anal flesh back on the outward stroke. Sally's face was not that of a frigid woman. Dear Jesus, no, she wasn't resisting the furious untamed strokes that pummeled her unprotected ass-hole, she was undulating and waving her upraised buttocks salaciously back on his god damn cock. In dazed anguish Ray stared down at the incredible wanton performance of his wife, and to his sick amazement, Ray felt his own cock jerk with unwanted lust at the lurid sight of this huge stranger burying his endless cock deep into the writhing buttocks of his helplessly kneeling wife. Christ, she was reveling in her own debasement and being ass-fucked by this lousy brute … now she had her own fingers up in her raging pussy and was yelling, «Oh … Oh … Oh God! It's wonderful! Fuck harder! Harder … fill my belly with your cum! Fill me!»

«Jesus H. Christ,» the ejaculation burst from John Blodgett, who had joined them, «look at her go,» he marveled, as they stared, rooted, at the perverted coupling which was taking place before their incredulous eyes.

Next time I give Spanish Fly to a bitch, I'll take a turn at her first myself, Blodgett was thinking. He wouldn't have any further trouble with either of the Denhams, he felt sure … Ray's getting his proof … all the proof a man would ever need to know that his supposedly innocent wife was a whore … as for Sally, she'd never be able to hold her head up in Quiggville when this one got around. There had been some anxious moments, but his experiment had worked perfectly, after all. He thought he saw great possibilities for the future use of the aphrodisiac in keeping bitches like Sally Denham in line.

And then, suddenly, a slim-furred black and tan body slipped past the three men and bounded right up on the bed with a joyous bark of recognition of two people the dog knew well.

«Duke!» Tully paused to mutter in surprise. Where the hell had the dog come from? Followed him and pushed the door open? But it would have taken more than Duke's presence to dislodge him from the girl's wide- stretched anus!

As for Sally, nothing else mattered in the world at that moment, only the awareness that instead of feeling shame and humiliation from the vile, unspeakable act he was submitting her to, she felt only an uncontrollable desire to reach the peak that was building … building tantalizingly deep inside her … and as he increased his assault into her warm, spongy passage her belly and loins screamed for release. Trickles of moisture inched down the gaping crevice between her straining ass-cheeks and on down the backs of her thighs.

Whining softly, the great, well-trained dog nuzzled eagerly at the naked shoulders of the woman whose scent he remembered … his mate. Instinctive canine excitement had gripped his hairy flanks even as every man watching was undeniably affected by the carnal vulgarity of the spectacle on the bed. Had it been another dog pumping into Sally's willingly upthrust buttocks, there is no doubt Duke would have fought it for supremacy and the right to plunge his own animal cock into her … but in these circumstances he only panted and whined his distress and backed his hind legs repeatedly against Sally's kneeling form.

«Oh … Duke, boy,» she gasped out, raising her head to stare at the red, shiny dart that was inching out of the dog's long black sheath. He was aroused … the dog wanted to fuck her, too, and why not, she asked herself … they all wanted it – men … dogs … the whole world wanted to fuck, and right now … Oh God … right now she felt as if she could fuck the whole world and it would not be enough, she could never get enough!