Chapter 8
Allison opened her eyes and stretched. She had dozed for a moment in Ralph's arms on the living room carpet. "You'd better get dressed," she said. "Grant might come home early."
From his position on the floor, Ralph gazed around the room for a moment. "I think he already is," he said, seeing a pair of feet attached to a pair of legs standing in the archway of the living room.
Allison bolted upright, her eyes widened in fear, her tits jiggling erotically from the sudden movement. She covered herself with her arms, trying to hide her nudity from Grant's angry, hurt eyes. She saw the way Grant was staring at Ralph, murder in his eyes. His expression frightened her. "It wasn't his fault!" she sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Quickly, Ralph dressed, his eyes scanning the room for another exit. The thought of passing by Grant wasn't what he had in mind. He finished dressing, silently staring at Grant. There was nothing to say.
Grant ignored him. His eyes were on Allison as she sat huddled on the floor, a naked bundle of erotic flesh. He had witnessed most of it. While they were resting, he had thought about his gun and thought about the things Allison had said. Too many things were going through his mind. He plopped heavily in a chair and stared blankly at his wife, his face expressionless.
Ralph, seeing his chance, hurried through the doorway and 'out of the house, relieved that he had gotten away without endangering his life or limb. For a minute there, he thought Grant was going to kill him.
"Why?" Grand droned, his lips drawn tight over his teeth. "I give you everything."
Sobbing, she shook her head, "Not anymore," she whispered, glad her feelings were finally out in the open, yet heartsick from the way it happened. "You used to."
"You knew when we got married a doctor's life isn't his own," Grant explained numbly.
"It's not your practice. It's you preoccupation with making money. You never have time for me. I have needs. I'm a healthy, normal woman. You know how long it's been since we've really fucked?"
He knew and understood. The image of the two fucking bodies clouded his mind. It should have been him, not Ralph, fucking her. Money. His obsession with making more money, his investments-that was where the trouble was. In his obsession to invest for their future, he had forgotten about their present lives.
"I'm sorry," he said sullenly. "I only wish . . ."
Allison cried openly. "So . . . do . . . I ..." she blurted between sobs.
Grant reached over and brought the phone to his lap. He dialed, never taking his eyes off Allison's beautiful, naked body. He knew the number by heart and had wrestled with the decision for over a month. What he saw today was the clincher. Things were going to change.
He heard a click on the other line. "Mayor James, please," he said to the woman who answered. "Tell him it's Dr. Philips." He smiled at his wife as she sat gazing up at him, her eyes bright with tears and confusion.
"Grant Philips. I'm calling you to tell you my wife and I have accepted your offer." He covered the receiver and whispered to his wife. "He's overjoyed."
Allison was also. And overwhelmed. She crawled over to him and hugged his leg.
"Yes, Mayor. By the end of the month. As soon as I turn my practice over to one of my colleagues." He listened as the mayor thanked him over and over again. "You won't have to find me a nurse. My wife and I started out together, and she'll be all I'll need. We'll get in touch with you later this week and make a definite date." He listened. "Looking forward to it. Good-by." He hung the phone back in its cradle and sat there. A great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Ohhh, Grant!" she sobbed, happier now than she had been in a long time. "I'll even finish my nursing training. It won't take me long."
Grant pulled her to her feet and scooped her up in his arms. "It doesn't matter."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, snuggling close, hoping, praying it was to bed.
"To our room. There's some other business I have to attend to."
In the large bedroom, Grant dropped her on the bed, ogled his wife's fantastic figure and wondered how he had been so blind. "Were those panties in Paul Anderson's room yours?" he asked as he took of his shirt.
She looked at him, the fear returning to her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, hoping that the knowledge of one adulterous act coming on top of the other, didn't destroy what they started to rebuilt a few moments ago.
"I thought so," Grant said as he finished undressing. He climbed on the bed and took his beautiful wife in his arms, her tits crushing against his broad, hairy chest. "When I saw your panties, I started to think about it more seriously, I mean, about taking that offer. I didn't want to lose what we had. Today I knew we would lose it if I didn't make a decision."
Allison put her fingers to his lips. "No explanations. Kiss me." She melted into his arms, feeling his hard body against her own. She squirmed as their lips met and his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring.
"Oooooo," she cooed. "Let me." She came out of his arms and looked amorously at him. He was hers again, and the knowledge thrilled her. She crawled down to the foot of the bed. This was going to be special.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, the fire in his cock beginning to rise.
"You'll see." She licked his legs, her hands running all over his thighs. Her mouth sucked on each toe. Her tongue rubbed between them until both feet were soaked. Her mouth worked up his leg, her hands leading the way.
"Ummmmm," he moaned, reveling in the glory of his wife's tongue. He lay back, relaxed in the pleasure of his wife's hands and mouth.
Allison inched her way up both legs, tantalizing his body with her lips and tongue. She nipped his muscular leg, sucked on his masculine flesh and caressed his hard, taut stomach as she neared his cock.
She lifted her head, her eyes blazing, her mouth slack. "I love you, Grant," she moaned. With her eyes trained on her husband's flushed and excited face, she gripped his prick. His cock was hard and throbbed in her hands. She cooed, stroking his meaty prick shaft.
"Suck me, baby," he moaned, wanting more than anything to feel her mouth on his cock again. It had been too long.
"Yes, my darling," she sighed. She gazed down at his prick, a tremor prickling through her pussy as she lowered her mouth to the red, bulbous prick head. Her lips surrounded his cockhead, and she sucked, a deep, long, passionate suck that made Grant moan and spasm.
"Ohhhh, yeah!" he groaned, squirming on the bed, his cock planted in his wife's mouth. "Chew my prick! Chew my cock!"
Her tongue flicked along the solid, veiny prick shaft, her lips greasing his cock with her spit as she licked one side of the steel cock, then the other. Her teeth nibbled, digging into his cock meat, making his torso jerk and twist on the bed. Her own pussy ached for his prick now, but she refused to rush. It had been so very long since Grant had taken the time to allow her to feast luxuriantly on his body.
Grant groaned, his hips arching off the bed as his wife devoured his cock in sweeping, delicious gulps. He stroked her red hair, wanting to feel her body, get to know her once again. "Fuck me!" he rasped, yearning to feel the tangy juice of her cunt on his raging boner.
"Sssssoon," she hissed, craving to have his cock in her pussy. Returning her attention to his prick, she soaked his cock with her warm, drooling spit, her lips clinging to the prick shaft as she sucked and licked his cock meat. She lifted his weighty balls, licking him between his inner thighs, soaking every inch that her hot, probing tongue touched. She lapped her tongue across his balls, the rough texture of his skin sending tingling shivers down her spine.
"Fuck me!" Grant urged, the dam of his emotions broke, the denial of the past few months surfacing. "Christ! Fuck me!"
Allison looked up from between his strong thickset thighs. "Soon," she promised. She grabbed his prick in her hand and squeezed. "Turn over." She pulled on his cock, forcing him to roll.
Grant rolled on his belly, Allison's hand still gripping the meaty shaft of his cock in her tight, viselike grasp. "Ummmmmm," he moaned, his hips jerking rhythmically.
Allison took her hand away, not wanting him to fuck her palm in his highly passionate state. She ogled his tight ass. She licked her wet hps and stared at his balls lying on the bed between his legs. Squiggling down between his thighs again, she licked her way up the back of his legs, her mouth nipping the cheeks of his ass each time she reached them.
Her own hips were rocking on the bed, her clit scraping against the spread. Using her "hands to spread his cheeks apart, she anticipated devouring his whole body before fucking him. Judging by the momentum of her throbbing clit, time was running out.
Her mouth searched his crack, seeking his asshole. Her tongue found his asshole and plunged in, forcing the wiggling tip of her tongue between the tight ring. She heard him groan with pleasure and she reamed his asshole, her tongue exploring the tight channel as Grant thrashed beneath her.
Grant was overjoyed with the exquisite way Allison was taking care of him. He pushed back, lifting up his ass, aiming his ass at her hungry mouth. He squirmed. Her tantalizing tongue was making his cock throb. He didn't know how much longer he could take this fantastic torture. He needed his wife, needed her now!
Allison slurped in his ass, her fingers clawing underneath his body at his groin, scraping his throbbing cock. The ache in her pussy was too much to endure. She needed his prick now! She came away from his ass, gasping for air. "On your back," she panted, primed for his cock. "Hurry!"
Grant didn't need to be convinced. He immediately rolled over, his towering, huge prick standing at attention between his outstretched thighs. "Now fuck me!"
She nodded. Her eyes, fiery pools of lust, stared at his magnificent cock. His prick was the only cock she wanted, the only cock she would ever need. She straddled him, her body shaking, her mind swimming with happiness. She grasped his raging cock meat, then rubbed the thick prickhead through her hot, dripping slit, whimpering like a baby each time his cockhead entered her wide-open cunt.
Grant stared up at his wife. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her like he never had before. He grabbed her by the shoulders, catching her by surprise. "You, baby! On the bottom!" He lurched, knocking her over, coming up on top in one fast, sweeping motion.
"Ohhh, yesss, honey!" she squealed in heavenly delight. "Fuck meeeee!" She squirmed. Her tits, huge globes of flesh, jiggled with each erotic wiggle. Her arms clung to his neck, and her legs went around his back, but he shook them off him.
"My way!" he grunted, his cock painfully aching for the warmth of her wet, clinging pussy. "My way!"
"Anything, honey!" she sighed breathlessly. "Do anything you want to me. I belong to you!"
"I know," he groaned. He lifted her legs, laying them over his shoulders, exposing her pussy for the frontal attack, with his huge cock as the weapon. Her pussy gaped open before him, vulnerable to his menacing cock. "Ready?"
"Yessss," she hissed, impatient for him to plunge his prick into her hot and aching cunt. "Yesssss ..."
Before she had finished mouthing the words, Grant slammed his cock into her body. The angle he had positioned her, made for a direct hit. His prick slammed home, thrusting itself to the limit inside her readily accessible cunt. With this perfect angle, his prick sunk deeper than ever before.
"Aghhhh!" she screamed as his cock sliced through her pussy like a knife through butter. She was pinned by his pounding frame, unable to move, unable to do anything except take the brutal attack of his cock fucking repeatedly into her body with stormy, vicious strokes. Crumpled up, almost in half she groaned. Using her hands, she clawed at his arms as he fucked her violently with one hard jab after another. Her body jerked with the force of his rampant strokes.
Grant looked down into her reddened face, sneering, his own face flushed with anger and lust. He wanted, in his hard, menacing fucking, to pay her back for the things she had done. Harder and harder, his body fucked into her vulnerable cunt until his anger was spent and only lust remained.
"Grant!" she ranted, sensing his mood. "OHHHHHH! GRANT!" Her legs came down off his shoulders, and they encircled his back. He accepted them now, his vengeance gone. "I love you," she moaned, her arms clasping his shoulders.
"I love you too," he rasped, his body mashing her beneath his frame as his hands slipped down, cupping her ass cheeks. His long strokes shortened, became quicker, more demanding, yet not with the vehemence of before.
Allison clung to him, desperate to feel his jism inside her pussy again, desperate to give herself up to him, completely and lovingly. Her cunt muscles worked overtime on his pounding shaft, tugging, pulsating to the steady rhythm set by Grant's impassioned fucking.
Grant buried his head in the soft crook of her neck, his hands digging into her ass cheeks, lifting her ass to meet his downward plunges.
Allison felt her climax approaching. She began thrusting up at him, relishing the way his hands were kneading her ass. She squirmed, ready to blast, ready to come the only way she had ever wanted-with her husband fucking her in wild abandonment. "I'm ready!" she roared, her body getting ready to explode any second.
"Come!" he grunted, his voice muffled in her neck. His own cock was filling with jism, anxious to erupt and fill the tight passageway of her cunt hole.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, her body becoming a living fucking machine, humping, churning beneath her husband's overpowering cock. "OHHHHHH! JESUS!"
Grant, as he fucked into her pussy, felt her cunt erupt. He felt her hot juices gush, from her spongy pussy walls, drenching his already-greased cock shaft. His own orgasm triggered his cock to explode seconds later, spewing a heavy stream of jism into his wife's receptive cunt. Faster and faster, he drove his squirting prick into her quivering, trembling body. He groaned into her neck, his fingers dug into her ass, and his cock pounded her body into the mattress.
"Aaaaaah!" she wailed at the top of her lungs. She felt the hot cum from his cock splatter against the pulsing walls of her pussy. The action sent her reeling, her flesh exploding, her movements jerky, she clawed his back, her nails scraping his tough skin. She slammed up into his relentlessly fucking body. Her clit was a raw piece of flesh hitting, smashing into his hard groin as she tumbled headlong into the contracting storm of her orgasm.
Grant, his mind devoid of everything but the feeling in his cock, continued to fuck his prick into his wife with short, quick, fierce jabs, emptying his prick of all jism. A hard lunge finished him, and he groaned, lying dead on top of her, his prick stuffed in her pussy.
"Ooooo," she sighed, her body still twitching and pulsating on his expended cock. She jerked a few times, the aftermath of her climax taking control of her body as she floated back to normal, her arms and legs surrounding her husband as he rested on top of her.
He tried to get off, concerned about all his weight on her.
She purred, elated about the new life they would soon have together. "Stay in me. It'll get hard again. We have a lot to catch up on."
He kissed her on the mouth. He couldn't agree more.