Chapter 12
Gordon Wilson drove home, tired and exhausted from lovemaking and the guilt that went along with cheating on his wife Jackie. Someday he would get the nerve and ask for a divorce. Their marriage was in ruins. Jackie had to be a moron not to suspect his infidelity. They hardly made love anymore.
He walked into his house and yelled. She responded, her voice coming from upstairs in the bathroom. His shoes creaked on the wood stairs that led to the second floor.
"Oh, there you are," he san?.
His wife looked up. A bewildered and dazed Jackie was in the bathroom squatting on the John, slipping the nozzle of her douche up her vagina.
She squeezed the bulb. Warm water washed out her vagina.
She had slept for hours. Awakening, finding her husband gone once again, she had wondered around the house naked wondering what to do.
I feel so dirty, she thought. And then got the idea to wash herself both inside and out.
"Is that all you have time for," Gordon snarled, angry at his wife. "Washing your cunt."
Washed clean, she rose, put the douche in the medicine cabinet and ignoring her husband gazed at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were hooded, smiling at their secrets. Her lower lip, pink and moist, pouted provocatively. She got a comb and whipped it through her hair until it fluffed, a tawniness with sunshine in it, and there was a high color in her cheeks. You look so pretty, Jackie, she thought.
"Goddamn it answer me!" Gordon snapped. He put a hand on her shoulder and spun his wife around. Her secret, taunting smile couldn't hide her voluptuousness. She was ravishing, her slim hips and pendulous breasts creating a vision of perfection. The pouting smile did not leave her face. She didn't ignore her husband, nor try to fight him. She stood there, strong and confident waiting for him to release her so she could attend to herself.
"Why is it, Gordon that you pay more interest to your baseball team than to me?" she asked.
"Oh, shit here we go again," he snapped.
Her gaze fell down to his pants. She was surprised to see his cock was erect again. She felt a longing, buried desire to feel him entering her cunt. It was momentary, however, and she looked again into his cruel face.
"Do you find the girls more appealing than me, your own wife?"
Gordon exploded. His blood, boiling hot now bubbled over. His hand came around slapping his wife squarely on the chin, knocking her down to the floor.
Jackie's head was reeling. She touched her chin with two fingers, blinked her eyes and looked up at her husband. There was no fear in her gaze, only an inquisitiveness. A smile appeared briefly on her lips.
"A little young, aren't they?" she said. "Little league, let's see you have to be all of thirteen to play."
Gordon raised his hand back again, but Doris didn't move, he dropped his hand. Suddenly, the weight of the world descended upon his shoulders. His head was dizzy and he slumped against the door frame, his head bowed down at his wife.
Several seconds passed before he spoke.
"You knew from the start," he said.
She nodded. Jackie suppressed a smile, a gesture that would have given away her deep satisfaction at once again establishing contact with her husband.
"I suspected from the beginning," she said. "When we stopped fucking. I knew there was somebody else."
Damn, what a fool I've been, Gordon thought. He looked at his wife who fingered her bare tittie, milking out the nipple, and his pecker got hard as a steel rod.
He wanted his wife badly. All changed! His wife looked now as she had the first day of their marriage. His mind wallowed in passion, the thought of driving his cock deep into her pussy, feeling her hips buckle as she went screaming into an orgasm.
He tugged at his pants, freeing his cock. His breath labored, his hands trembled as he peeled off his trousers and underwear.
"Bend over," he grunted.
Doris was almost as surprised as her husband. Months had gone by without any lovemaking. Now this, right here in the bathroom. She was more than willing to please her husband anything he wanted. Her asshole was just as soft and seductive as her mouth and cunt. They were passion wells ready to be dipped into. But doubt lingered; why did he want her now.
She had to find out.
'Turn over," he croaked again.
But she did not. She purred like a cat and looked up with great liquidy, bedroom eyes. But she did not move.
"Tell me one good reason," she said.
A hand reached under her thigh and flipped her over as casually as a cat might lash out at a fly.
"Because I told you to!" he exclaimed.
She felt his hands caressing her sloping buttocks, moving between her quivering thighs, kneading her pussy, now squeaky clean from douching. She gasped out loud. His hand found her snatch, a finger penetrated and she groaned, her slit filled with pleasing, tantalizing warmth.
"Ooooohhh!" she grasped. He quickly moved up her torso. Hands and knees holding his weight, he mounded her cunt from the rear. His curved fuck stick, red as a beet slipped through the velvet halls of her thighs and found the slit of puckered cunt flesh. Laughing, for he always laughed when he burrowed into her womb, Gordon slipped down, his hands grasping her pendant breasts. Now he was in the saddle, hunching and rocking, his dick stuck in like a knife into butter.
"Good isn't it," he said. Even in the bathroom, she was good. His mind was washed clean of the filthy, kinky business that he had indulged himself in. Riding her cunt was therapy; he didn't need Sherry or Margaret now. Later, perhaps at some other time. But not right now.
Jackie wiggled her hips, holding herself up as long as possible. The dick rammed so nicely in her slot, seemed to grow. It had been so long that the experience of fucking her husband was brand new. Suddenly, her belly spasmed, the muscles fighting the hard, thick invader. She moved, found the bestial cock still growing, and started to fuck.
Fuck hard. Very hard.
Back and forth they rocked. Two love birds joined at the crotch, Gordon was slipping in and out, the clean flesh of her freshly douched pussy squeaking as juice flooded down from her womb. Back and forth, nice and easy, as if they had all day.
But Doris didn't have all day. The position was difficult, but she was getting used to the straining of her back muscles. It felt joyous. Just so he kept driving his cock into her socket. Driving, and humping, his pecker rutting a trail through her womanhood.
"Ready!" he gasped. His tight lipped smile hardened into a grimace. Sperm churned white hot in his crotch.
Jackie wiggled her ass-cheeks, feeling the hot warmth of his crotch against her buns. He was so big and strong. She felt helpless. Her muscles were all sweaty and weak. Only an inner determination kept her going.
It seemed like hours had passed. She was too weak to cry out, too exhausted to tell her husband that, no, she was ready, that coming was out of the question.
And then just as he surged forward, her body seemed to light up. Groaning, she collapsed under his pulsating cock. He continued to hunch away going deeper and deeper as he finally could hold back no longer.
"AAAAIIIIEEE!! ! " he gasped. Warm, thick sperm shot out the end of his cock into her cauldron-like pussy. It filled her pocket size cunt and dribbled out with each dick jerk onto her thighs.
Suddenly, his wailing voice was joined by his wife's.
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!! ! " she gasped. His phallus was moving in tiny jerks. Cuntal lips seemed to reach out for it. The instrument tilted, quivered, advanced as though pushing into a second cunt.
She was sucking it in! And loving it. Loving all of it.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! ! " she gasped. "OHHHHH DARLINGGG!! ! "