Chapter 9
Begrudgingly, Donna went home to her husband. At this point he was barely speaking to her. However, as he looked at her he recognized that she was up to something.
"Where have you been today?" he asked her.
"Playing bridge," she told him, "and getting mightly bored with it, too."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Clint smirked.
"I was hoping you would," she said, paying no attention to him.
She went into the bedroom and hoped he would leave her alone. But he wouldn't. He came in and glared at her.
"I haven't gotten my rocks off in a long time," he fumed, "and you are my wife. Remember that now and then."
"I try not to," she said angrily.
"You are a bitch," he fumed. "I'm sorry I ever married you."
"That goes double, darling," she told him. "It was a big mistake. I'm waiting, however, to divorce you until I feel it's worth my while."
That got Clint angrier than ever.
"While you are still my wife," he informed her flatly, "you are going to perform a wife's duties."
"Am I really now?" she smiled nervously.
"You bet your hot ass you are," he told her, "and I'm gonna fuck your ass, too."
She didn't like the crude way he was talk-
"Don't spreak to me like that," she shuddered.
"I'll speak to you any damn way I want to," he told her. "And when I want to stick my pecker up your ass hole, I'm going to. As a matter-of-fact, right now would be as good a time as any."
She knew that Clint could be mighty rough when he wanted to use his huge cock in her behind. And she didn't want it now.
"I don't feel well," she told him. "Look at television. Work out your problem with some sport show. Maybe the fights are on tonight. You could always get your jollies that way."
Her cryptic comments were getting him angrier every moment.
"You bitch," he told her. "Quit trying to tell me that I'm getting kicks when I watch the fights or look at sports."
"That's what the psychiatrists say," she giggled.
He didn't find it funny at all.
"Half the shrinks are nuts or they wouldn't be shrinks," he told her bluntly. "So don't pay any attention to them. Now get your clothes off fast and let me stick my pecker up your ass."
Donna didn't appreciate him coming on in this crude manner.
"You're disgusting," she told him. "Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"I also happen to be horny," he smiled.
"Now you get your clothes off fast."
Reluctantly, she stripped. It was strange how getting angry at Donna increased his sexual appetite. He felt a tingle in his balls and he knew that he was really eager to fuck her.
It wasn't going to be much longer now before he could give her the kind of erotic sex action she required.
When she was completely nude, he forced her on the floor. He stood there bare-ass naked himself, with a small riding whip in his hand.
"What in hall are you doing with that riding whip?" she demanded. "I'm not a horse."
"No, but you're a whore," he told her. "I know you are."
Momentarily, Donna was fearful. She wondered if her reputation had spread. She knew the hotel orgy was a very dangerous thing to become involved in.
"Don't speak to me like that," she said, shuddering as she looked up at him.
Now he was more determined than ever before to do what he wanted with her. He got on the floor behind her. He gripped her ass cheeks.
"You've got to put some Vaseline on your penis before you stick it up my ass hole," she insisted.
"I'll do as I damn please," he equipped.
She was fearful that was the way he looked at it. She tried to calm herself.
"All right," he told her, "I'm gonna take care of you now."
He finally applied some of his own spit to his cock. Without any warning, he suddenly plunged his penis between Donna's behind. He fucked her vigorously. As his cock slid past her tight anal ring, she let out a scream.
"You're splitting me in two!"
Clint only smiled as he fucked her hard.
"Wiggle your ass," he told her. "It'll save time."
What a bastard, she thought to herself. All he could think of was getting his kicks. She wiggled her behind as he fucked her.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck."
She was rocking her ass back and forth. This seemed to ignite him all the more.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He enjoyed the way her ass muscles seemed to seize his penis. She was pulling him into herself and wiggling at the same time. His hands clasped and caressed her bare ass cheeks.
"Fuck me, baby," he told her. "Fuck, fuck."
The delicious excitement that he felt had him trembling.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he told her, "I really enjoy this. Now you are doing it. Keep it up, darling."
With a wild cock jab, he continued fucking her. She loved the erotic sensations that he was creating within her body.
"Yes, yes," she begged, "I want to feel it. Every fucking inch of it."
He wasn't going to stop for anything now. He was determined to give her a hot, wild fuck.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Slide on it."
She wiggled her ass as he fucked her. His balls bounced against her buttocks.
"Twist your ass to the right," Clint demanded. "Oh, yes, take my pecker along for the trip."
She could see that he was becoming more and more aroused every moment.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love it when you fuck like that. Now you're doing it. Fuck it, baby, fuck."
The delicious excitement was stimulating him more every moment.
"I want it," he told her. "Oh, baby, fuck it. Fuck!"
With deep, hard strokes he continued thrusting it into her. She loved it more every moment.
"That's the way, honey," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Fuck off!"
Saying no more, Clint plunged wildly. She could feel his cock driving in piston-precision movements. She could tell by his balls bouncing against her ass cheeks that she was going to cum herself. She had never been so worked up. Reaching around, Clint found her pussy. Patting her vagina, he slid his fingers in her.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck, baby fuck."
The delirious excitement that overcame him had him flipping out.
"Come on, tight ass," he told her, "fuck me. Fuck me!"
She went on giving him the best movements she could. He was so excited now that he was trembling.
"Ohhh, baby," he gasped, "now you're fucking. That's how it's done."
Clint's cock exploded high up her ass hole. She twisted around in the new-found pleasure.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "I love screwing your ass."
Finally, he eased his penis out of her behind. She looked at him adoringly.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her in a caressing manner, "you don't know what you just did for me."
His long, hard penis slowly eased out of her ass hole.
"I love you," he told her as he bent over.
Even though he thought of her as a sex demon, he couldn't help admit her body had brought him more pleasure than anyone he had ever made it with. At this moment she felt something wonderful going through her. It was the warmth of his love as well as his hot penis which went on stabbing into her.
She wondered if he could give it to her another time. Maybe she had finally brought him to a passionate pitch where he could fuck her in a wild manner. This was the kind of sex action that they both enjoyed enormously. Clint's body was afire with fucking desire. Pulling his penis from her ass hole, he let her roll over.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "Let me take a quick shower."
She wanted to join him immediately. The two of them, bare-ass naked, strode into the bathroom together. They got in the shower and washed each other off. Drying off, they came back to the bedroom. She was so confident that she could use her pussy muscles effectively, that she wanted to give Clint a demonstration of her skill.
"Sweetheart," she told him, "I want to show you how I can fuck. I can really do it. You'll love it."
It didn't take her long to make her point. Her husband straddled her. His cock was still hard.
"There's nothing more wonderful than a hard cock," she told him. "Every woman knows that. Ohhh, baby, shove it in me. I want every fucking inch of it."
Clint's eyes blazed with sexual desire and lust as he rode into his wife's pussy. It was strange how her promiscuity had actually brought them together. For now she knew various ways of pleasing her husband.
"Fuck me," he commanded. "Fuck me good."
She rode her pussy muscles with his penis plunging into her. She let her hot hands grip Clint's buttocks. She squeezed his curving ass cheeks as he fucked her vigorously.
"Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me, baby. That's how you do it. Fuck it."
The delirious excitement that she felt had her trembling now.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's how I like it. Fuck. Fuck it."
Clint was thrilled and delighted at all she would do for him. Her pussy muscles clutched his sliding, thick cock.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "now you've got it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
The sexual excitement carried him to a sticky, white climax.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "I made it. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The passionate frenzy he felt now was proven. Clint's penis became a repeater peter.
"Sweetheart," she panted, "you're a real stud. Fuck. Fuck!"
Frantically she finger fucked his ass hole to massage his prostate gland so she could obtain the most sperm from his shooting penis. More sperm spurted into her vagina. She loved being bathed in the hot glow of his love juice.
When Clint finally pulled his long, hard cock out of her, he looked at her adoringly.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I love you. You don't."
The erotic thrills that they experienced now had them both trembling. Clint pressed his lips against her lips.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he told her, "I love you."
Passionately they kissed. She loved having his penis in her pussy and his tongue in her mouth. Her pussy muscles clutched at his cock. Her mouth sucked on his tongue. And her finger continued gently sliding in and out of his hot, tight ass.
Finally, Clint pulled out of her.
"You don't have to play around with the guy next door, honey. You've got a stud right here."
Clint reached for his cock which still maintained a degree of hardness.
"Ohhh, honey," she apologized, "maybe it's been my fault. I didn't realize what a man you could be."
Clint acknowledged this. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her adoringly.
"When a man and woman are not afraid of their sex organs," he told her, "and they are willing to do anything that will please their partner, this is what happens."
"I guess it's being unselfish," she admitted candidly. "You see, honey, I didn't want to blow you. It didn't mean a thing to me to suck on your cock. But when I discovered how excited it got you, then I wanted to do it."
He looked at her adoringly.
"To tell the truth," he admitted quite candidly, "I wasn't a confirmed pussy eater until I discovered how excited you got. When my tongue flicked back and forth across your clit and you wiggled all over the bed, I knew you were thrilling to my tongue. I wanted to excite you. I wanted to ignite you. That's why I sucked your pussy."
They held each other close.
"Maybe that's what love is all about," Clint whispered. "Maybe it's pleasing the other partner. And maybe that's how you find your own pleasure."
Once more they kissed passionately. Now they went back to bed.
The next morning Donna got up early and fixed his breakfast for him.
"Those blueberry pancakes were super," he told her. "You are a tremendous cook."
"I'm your adoring wife," she smiled, "and I love you. You know that, don't you, lint?"
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "if you knew how much you meant to meant to me, you'd be surprised. I didn't want to let on."
When he had gone to work she felt wonderful. She knew that she could be loyal. That was, until two-thirty in the afternoon, when the doorbell rang.
Going to the door, she noticed that Brad was standing there. "Hi, gorgeous," he smiled. Seeing how horny he was, she couldn't resist him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I just thought I would visit my neighbor," he told her. "There's nothing wrong with loving your neighbor, is there?"
"I guess not," she shrugged. "Come in."
After he had come in, he immediately wanted a drink.
"You're starting rather early, aren't you?"
"Not for me," Brad told her honestly. "I began early this morning."
She shook her head. "Brad, you shouldn't do that," she told him. "It isn't good for you."
Brad only laughed.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "if everybody did everything that was good for them, nobody would have any fun."
All at once she felt his hand on her thigh.
"What are you trying to tell me, Brad?" Donna asked nervously.
"That I need to fuck," he told her. "Just as plain and simple as that."
"You're not using much tact in telling me," she smiled and looked away.
"Honey," he told her, "can't we level? All night long I tossed and turned thinking of you. I'm sure that you were thinking of me, too."
At this point she felt it best to reveal her feelings concerning her husband.
"I don't want to disappoint you, darling," she confessed, "but my husband and I are closer together than ever."
"What?" he asked anxiously. "You mean, you've gone back to him?"
"With a bang, baby," she told him. "Our playing around has brought us together."