Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

Bit by bit, as the minutes passed, Diane's frantic ravishment slowed into a mellower rhythm of absolute connubial bliss and the passioned grimace on her lips melted into a smile of pleasurable arousal.

She could talk again, though her voice was still throaty with the emotion of her impassioned act. "D-Don… tell me about her."

"What…"

"Tell me about that woman… I want to know about her, what it was like," she breathed gaspingly as she pushed her naked crotch down onto the upraised stiffness of his virile, potent erection.

"I told you… it just happened. I was drunk and…"

"No!" Diane grunted with loin-searing passion as she lowered herself hurtfully on her husband's naked erection. "That's not what I mean… tell me what it was like… tell me about her body. Tell me how you… fucked her!" When she said the word, it seemed to hiss through her teeth as though she wanted to spit it out at him.

Don had never seen her like this, not ever, but it was incredibly sensual. Diane was climbing the walls with desire and now she wanted to hear him describe how it was with another woman. Suddenly, he had an idea… it was so dirty and cruel that he immediately dismissed it as an impossible fantasy. But then… Why not? They say nothing's wrong or dirty if you and your partner enjoy it, so here goes!

"I'll tell you… everything. But I want to hear about Red," he teased.

"Oh, Don, do I have to?" his wife cried, still moving up and down on his upraised cock in a slow sensuous dance of naked passion. But she knew in her most secret thoughts that she didn't mind… she wanted to tell him. She wanted to talk about it now, to purge herself of the memories that she had borne in lonely solitude!

"Yes, yes… he kissed me down there, he used his lips and tongue there…"

"He ate you, say it, he ate your pussy, Diane!" Don blurted.

"Yes, he ate me! He kissed my pussy and licked it and I went crazy! I think I wanted him to fuck me after he kissed me there between my legs!"

"That's what Lucy did to me… Man, what a blow-job! She nearly sucked my cock off! And that pussy… shit, she had a pussy like a teenager!"

"It couldn't have been better than Red's cock… it was huge!" Diane choked, not certain whether she had gone too far in their wicked new game of lovemaking, but Don only winced and gave her an especially deep thrust with his cock.

She groaned submissively. "But it was nothing like this, lover… nothing could beat this!"

"Same here, Diane… you're the best! Ride that thing, baby! Pump up and down!"

"Oooohhh, yes, yes… stick your finger in my ass while I fuck you, darling. Hurt me, hurt me soooo gooooddd!!"

"I'll hurt you, baby! I'll hurt you like you ain't ever been hurt!" he gasped, but it wasn't in anger… instead, he was burning up inside with a frenzied kind of searing lust!

He gripped her shoulder with one hand, bracing her in position as he pushed up with his loins, burying his cock savagely into her tremorous belly. His other hand reached behind her and searched along the smooth naked cleft of her buttocks until his fingers found the tautly puckered little mouth of her anus. She groaned anew as his stiffened middle finger prodded at the unguarded muscular grip of her anus… then, with a vicious thrust, he shoved his middle finger deeply into the rubbery nether-grip of her rectum.

"Unngghhhh! Yesss, hurt me, hurt me!" she screamed, writhing and bucking over with demonic-frenzy, pushing up and down with her slender thighs, each downward jerk of her hips impaling her on his hugely jutting erection.

His finger probed hotly inside her velvety rectal sheath and she squirmed back onto it animalishly as a rising shrill cry rippled from her throat… she was nearing her climax, she was going to come!

"Oooohhh, yesss… harder, harder! Fuck me, darling! Stick your beautiful cock in me and make me scream… Aaaaagghhhhh!!"

Her naked body spasmed, tautening and releasing, as if she had brushed a high-voltage line and Don felt the warm gushing flood of her orgasmic love juice as it steamed from the lustheated slit of her pussy.

He had held back as long as he needed and when she relaxed, his own spurting climax was added to the oozing wetness in a gush of hot viscous cum!

Diane shivered again as she felt his geyserlike eruption ricochet up into her belly until she glowed inside from the warmth of his sticky ejaculation. Finally, she stopped shaking and leaned over, her breasts close to his lips.

"Kiss them, darling, kiss my tits!" she pleaded and as his lips ovaled around the lust-hardened flesh of her nipple, he felt her amazingly start to quiver with yet another orgasm!

At long last, they were both completely finished… sated and relaxed, full of each other, and Diane finally rolled off her husband and onto the bed beside him. In seconds, she was sound asleep, a smile on her lips as she snuggled close to Don's side.

He rested himself on one elbow and looked at her, still naked and uncovered. He was confused… confused about himself, about his own sexuality. About Diane and what this sudden change in her desires meant to the two of them… but he knew that this would all sort itself out sooner or later.

Don had something else to think about… the part that he hadn't told Diane for fear that she would have tried to stop him. In the morning, after she was packed for the drive west, he had a stop to make. It would be Saturday and Red Collins' day off…!

He hadn't taken his picture from its reverent resting place for days now, content with the memory of that night to sustain him. He didn't need that faded photograph to fuel his fantasies any longer… for he had very real memories of the very real thing!

Read had been up for less than an hour and had just finished a variety-pack box of cereal, sloshing it down with some of the previous night's re-perked coffee.

He looked at his watch – nearly an hour before the preacher's kid was due to cut the grass. On an impulse, he took Diane's picture from the drawer, carrying it with him as he went to the bathroom.

He propped it on the back of the toilet and took his fleshy cock in his hand as he stood over the toilet. It was morning-hard and sensitive, but he began to pump its thick length in his right fist, his eyes glued to the photograph.

Only now, there were no years-old memories of a teasing teenage Diane. There were the vivid memories of Diane's adultery to excite him as his old remembrance had done for years.

He masturbated feverishly, his tongue between his teeth and his eyes half-closed as he remembered that night with breath-taking total recall… the smell of her soft naked body… the delicate taste of her pussy as he tongued her until she creamed into his lips… the tight cuntal grip of her married pussy as he fucked her… Mmmm, what memories! What a night!

I'll have to call her soon and get her over here again, he drooled excitedly. She'll do it, I know she will… she'll have to if she wants that jerk husband to keep his job! She'll come crawling back to me again like before… she'll beg and plead but it'll be the same… I'll eat her sweet pussy and fuck her until she can't walk! I've got a lot of years to make up for!

At first, his unconscious refused to admit the irritating intrusion, but after the third grating sound, there was no choice… Goddamn it, that kid's an hour early! he grunted as he stuffed his lust-sore prick back into his shorts. I'll set his ass straight, all right… what a hell of a time to bother me!

He was still in his undershorts when Red arrogantly threw the door open. His eyes widened with a strange mixture of incomprehension and surprise.

"What the…!"

It was like that drawn-out moment before a head-on collision, that instant that one relives forever, if he's lucky enough to survive. Time seems to stand still, instants become an eternity, and you stand helpless in the face of oncoming disaster and pain… but it was no automobile that slammed into his face. It was the revenge hardened fist of Don Willard.