Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

"Yes, I was there… how did you find out?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"A friend. Or that's what he calls himself. Anyway, he came to me tonight at the Stop-Over and told me, in front of some guys from work, that he saw my car in Red Collins' driveway the night before he changed his mind about firing me. They all teased me about it, but nobody knew that it wasn't me driving… Were you at Red's that night, Diane? God in heaven, tell me you weren't… tell me!" His voice rose in his anguished concern but Diane knew that she had gone too far now to change her story… the moment that she had dreaded now for days was upon her at last. And strangely, she was almost relieved to let it all spill free, exorcised at last of this awful shame!

"Yes, I was there! Oh, Don, I'm sorry… I did it for us! I wanted to tell you, but…" A resounding smack echoed through the bedroom as his open palm searingly slapped her across the cheek, knocking her sideways on the bed and almost onto the floor. She caught herself on the edge of the mattress before she could fall.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried mournfully, grabbing her and pulling her back to a sitting position. "I'm so sorry, honey! The baby, I didn't hurt the baby, did I? Oh, Diane, tell me the baby's all right!"

She smiled crookedly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm okay… and so's your baby."

"And it is mine, isn't it?"

Diane's face twisted into a fierce scowl but soon relaxed into an understanding smile again. "Yes, its yours, Don. There's no doubt about it."

"How about Red… do I get to hear about it now?" he asked bitterly. "Or is that a secret between you two?"

Diane leaned close to him and touched his bare arm. "No, Don… there's nothing at all between us except the hate I have for that animal. I went there to see if he would listen to reason, because of, well, because of something that happened once."

"At Sal's, that place that burned down east of town a few years ago?"

Diane's eyebrows raised in surprise, but then she remembered that Evansboro was, and would always be, a small town. A small town full of gossips and busy-bodys. "Yes… that's it. I thought, well, I thought he might do me a favor. But he didn't see it that way."

"Did he force you to do something, Diane?" Don glowered. "Because if he did, I'll kill him."

"No, honey… it wasn't that way. He gave me a choice. And I took it… to try and save our marriage. To get your job back for you. But…"

"Don't tell me anymore… not now." He got up and walked out of the room. When he came back, she saw that he was carrying his bottle of rye whiskey. He took another man-size slug of the strong Canadian liquor and put the bottle down beside the bed.

"Since we're telling secrets, honey, I, too, have got something to confess… and it happened that same night!"

He told her about Lucy, everything, and as he watched her face, he saw that the tears dried up and the lines of grief melted into the prettiness of her smile and suddenly he wanted her like almost never before… more than Lucy, more than any woman. He wanted Diane, his wife!

"Oh, darling!" she moaned breathlessly as they hugged. She nearly swooned from the ecstatic sensation of his powerful arms around her once again.

He felt the fervent hardness of her nipples pressing against his chest, even through the fabric of his shirt, like two hot pokers burning at his flesh. He took his clothes off on a passionate impulse, stripping to his shorts as he crawled onto the bed next to his wife. She pushed them down as she snuggled beside him and they kissed frantically, desperately, as he pushed her nightie up and their bodies could crush together nakedly.

She gasped in his arms as she felt the long, dreaded prodding of his erection as it surged between her thighs. Only now the fear and concern were gone… and in the void they left behind, a raging passion that threatened to consume her alive!

Don felt her shuddering in his grip as if she were in the throes of feverish convulsions but it only excited him more. Who cared about Lucy and the dime-o-dozen broads like her? He had this beautiful passionate creature to come home to!

They kissed passionately again and their bodies rubbed lasciviously together, moistened with a misty sheen of perspiration from their anxious arousal. Don pushed his naked wife's legs up and let them drop over his, angling the warmth of her loins tight against his own.

"Oh, Don, darling… darling!" she moaned as his fingers moved down over her flaring hips and over the cheeky mound of her buttocks. She clenched her asscheeks closed around his fingers as he searched hotly in the smooth hairless cleft. Suddenly she cried out in rapturous delight as they discovered the pink quivering lips of her pussy. He caressed her anxiously there and she squirmed excitedly against him, her head tossing on her pillow as she grunted and whimpered in frantic incitement. She reached down between them and closed her fist around the turgid flesh of his cock and, with a gasping cry of relief, slipped it into the liquid heat of her cunt. He pushed toward her as they lay on their sides and she pushed back, swallowing most of his cock between the trembling lips of her pouting vagina.

Don groaned from the exquisite grip of Diane's twat around his burning erection, like a hot hand greased with butter and he pushed a little deeper into her cunt, slipping his thick tumescent prick between the clasping pink folds of her vagina. Suddenly, Diane could stand the wait not a second longer… she had to have him, all of his!

"Darling, darling!" she cried as she threw the sheet off of them and swung herself strongly over him and into a straddling position over her husband. Her head snapped back convulsively as the rest of his pleasure-pole slithered hotly into her belly. Her cuntal lips slid downward along the naked thickness of his erection until he was sunk to the hilt inside her and she began to lift her buttocks with her slender thighs and move up and down on his jutting stiffness. Her breasts jiggled and danced as she bounced up and down on his loins; a hissing moan escaped her quaking lips with every downward, skewering movement of her naked hips.

Don had never seen her quite this turned on… but he knew that he liked it! She was sexuality itself, womanhood in her finest glories, all rolled into one beautiful body… his wife Diane!

She was humping him with frenetic delight, lifting herself with the strength of her legs and then shuddering as she dropped her weight onto the upraised, impaling pole of his blood-heated prick. Don could see every inch of his good-size cock disappear wetly up between her legs, nibbled ravenously by the rubbery lips of her twat. Every time she skewered herself on his erection, her head tossed loosely on her shoulders and her hair flailed around her face like a thousand tiny whips and she moaned inhumanly as if possessed by a she-devil!

What was it that was transforming his wife Diane into a screaming, lusting demoness? Where was the usually reserved girl that he had married? Then one who still blushed like most Southern girls when the sex act was at hand? And what had changed her…?

"Oh, Don, darling!" she hissed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Push up, push up hard!" She was throwing herself down onto his impaling lust-rod with such force that he had to gasp for breath between her passioned skewerings and he feared that the mattress would collapse with the wild savagery of her fucking.

She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders and he lifted his head enough to capture one of her breasts with his lips. Diane groaned as he hotly kissed her bare, squirming tit and his tongue twirled wetly around her crinky nipple as she pumped up and down ravenously on his cock.