Janet McCoy: The wife next door

"You're waxing poetic this evening."

She sat up abruptly on the couch. She had been lying with a glass in her hand. She set it sharply on the table. "You're always so smart, Harry, so calm and collected. Sometimes I think you've got ice water flowing through your veins."

"We can't all be the hot-blooded lover type, Emma. I'm sure you know far more about that sort of thing than I ever would."

"Speaking of hot-blooded lovers, big boy, where the hell were you last Friday? I stopped by your office, and Craig told me you were off doing research. A likely story! Who were you with!" Emma realized she was treading dangerous ground, but she was bored and she wanted a fight. She figured this might be a good way to get it.

Harry seethed at the sheer nerve of the woman. After what she had been up to with Craig Jackson, she had the nerve to accuse him! He struggled for self-control. "If you must know, I went to the airport to see a friend who was passing through. We had lunch together."

Emma leered at him. "And what did she look like?"

That did it for Harry. He wasn't going to put up with anymore of this bullshit. He knew Emma was looking for a fight, and he was going to give it to her. "None of your Goddamned business, Emma."

Emma's flesh tingled with excitement. This was what she had been looking for – some action! She was tired of feeling guilty about her own behavior. It was time Harry suffered a little too.

Things did not proceed quite the way Emma had anticipated, however. Instead of arguing with his wife, Harry grabbed her and knocked her roughly back against the couch. He pushed her over so she was lying on her belly. He shoved the bathrobe she was wearing up over her waist to reveal her bare ass. His fingers investigated the crack in between her buttocks. When he pulled them back out, they were wet.

"So it turns you on, does it, Emma? You like to bring out the worst in yourself and others! You're even more of a pervert than I thought you were!" He shoved a finger into her asshole. The surprised sphincter relaxed and let his finger pass right on up inside.

"Oooohhh! Uuuuhh!" Though she knew Harry was right about her perversion, Emma could not prevent herself from giving in to it. She wanted to see what Harry would do when he was really mad, and she was finding out. He was treating her more roughly than he ever had. It excited her. It made her pussy throb with desire.

Harry's finger squirmed around inside her asshole, stretching the sensitive membranes. "Feels good, eh, Emma?"

Ever since that first time with Dave and Bob, Emma had enjoyed the thrill of having her asshole penetrated. She squirmed her ass back onto his stiff finger. "I love it! I love it, Harry!"

"I should have known!" It suddenly occurred to Harry that Emma might not be a virgin in her asshole. She may have let one or many of her lovers screw her back there. She seemed to have no fear of his finger up inside. Harry didn't really care anymore. He just knew he wanted to make the parting gesture. He wanted to leave Emma a little something to wonder about – the thought that she might have had just the man for her, if she had known how to bring him out, the way Giselle brought him out.

Harry's cock was hard and throbbing with his angry excitement. He grabbed hold of the shaft and guided the tip toward her helpless asshole. He rubbed the tip over her sphincter.

"Oooooohhhhhh! Oohh, Harry!"

When he saw his moment, he shoved forward, sent his cock soaring into her asshole. He grunted at the sensation that ripped through his body. He had never been inside anything so tight in his life!

He half expected Emma to start shivering in pain. Instead she wiggled her ass provocatively and egged him on. "Ooooohhh! Jeez! Fuck me, Harry darling! Fuck me in the ass!" Emma was impressed with this new side of Harry. She had always thought of her husband as a bit of a coward – a quiet little man who would rather switch than fight. Never had she seen him in such a rage! Never had she experienced such passion with him!

She braced herself against the couch cushions and started to sway her ass back as Harry started to fuck up into her. As his thrusts became more and more urgent, her response grew wilder and wilder.

This was what Emma had wanted from Harry from the beginning. He was fucking her recklessly on the living room couch. Both of them still wore their clothes. It was the spontaneity, the urgency of lovemaking that she desired!

"Uuhhh! Oooohhh! Harry! Harry! It's wonderful!"

"Jeez, Emma, your ass is squeezing my prick like a glove!" Harry knew assholes were tighter than pussies, but he had never imagined anything like this. This was exquisite torture!

For a minute, Harry forgot all about the vengeance he was taking on his moaning wife. He concentrated solely on the titillating sensations springing from his cock and soaring throughout his quavering body. He thrust his cock steadily in and out of her, drinking in the mindless pleasure of each deep lunge, of each regretful drawback.

"Oh Harry, I never knew you were such a wild lover!"

The revived some of the man's anger. All these years, he had been giving the woman everything he had. Now she was learning to appreciate him because he was fucking her in the ass! His wife really was a pervert! He would be much better off without her.

Suddenly he was anxious for the thing to be over. Emma's drunken cries and groans were beginning to sicken him. She was so much less than what he had once thought she was. They were strangers to each other again. They had come full circle.

And the oddest thing was, Emma still thought he was making love to her.

"Mmmmm… ooohhhh!"

Though he wanted to finish, Harry was not above getting his reward first. He pumped deep, hard and rhythmically into her until her moans were one long hysterical whine.

Then, at last, she gave in. "Harry! I'm cumming!"

The spasmodic clenches of her ass were more than Harry could resist. He came too, quietly. His hot cum in her asshole was the last thing he would ever give Emma.

While she lay panting and moaning softly, he rose to his feet and put his cock back into his pants. "Well, Emma, I'll always remember you like this."

There was a silence before she crawled up into a sitting position and faced him. She started to laugh, but the grin froze on her lips. She was scared. "What do you mean, Harry?"

"I'm leaving you, Emma. I've packed a little suitcase with what I need. I'll be back for the rest once I'm settled."

She stared at him, speechless, her mouth hanging open. The light beads of sweat from lovemaking still stood out on her forehead and her cheeks.

"All this time, Emma, we've both been too gutless to do anything about our shitty marriage. I might still be too gutless, but something I heard the other day gave me the courage."

"What did you hear?" The words were uttered mechanically. Her eyes never left his face.

"About you and Craig Jackson. You mentioned that you stopped by the lab the other day. You didn't mention that you stayed to fuck my assistant!" He was getting angry again, but the thought that it was already over cooled him off. They were already in the past. They owed each other nothing, but a quick divorce.

He went to the closet and pulled out his suitcase. He was obviously ready to leave.

Emma leaped from the couch with a sudden burst of energy that even she hadn't know she possessed. She ran to Harry and threw her arms around him. "Please, darling, you don't under stand…! I was lonely… I lost my head!"

He set the suitcase on the floor and firmly pulled her arms from his neck. "You'll always be lonely around me, Emma. I'm not the right man for you!" He couldn't resist one last dig. "Maybe, if you shop around, you can get yourself a whole harem. Then you can fuck all day and all night."