Chapter 3
When Clint came home that night, Donna tried to do everything in her power to appear loyal.
"Honey, I've been waiting for you all day," she told him. "You don't know how hot and bothered I've been."
Clint was surprised to hear his wife talk like this. However, he wasn't about to discourage her. For this was the way he wanted her to think.
"Is that right?" he told her. "Well, that's wonderful. And you'll be pleased to know I've been thinking of you. I've been waiting to jump in bed with you and try something."
"What?" she gulped nervously.
"There is this fellow, Chuck, at the office," he explained, "who has a mistress. This chick will let him do anything. I mean, she'll let him do it front ways, back ways, every way."
Donna looked at him angrily.
"I don't appreciate the thought of having you stick your pecker up my ass hole."
Clint frowned. She had instantly found out what he was talking about. And her response was anything but positive.
"Now honey," he chided her, "you mustn't be like that."
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "but I'm not gonna let you do everything you want to. I can't."
He listened to her but he knew very well that he had to take things into his own hands.
"Baby, if you'll just let me experiment with your ass hole, I'll be satisfied." She shook her head. "Experiment," she laughed. "I know what you'd do. You'd ram your old prick up there roughly. I'm just not gonna let you do it. You're not the gentle type." That bothered him.
"Oh, I'm not," he exclaimed. "Is that right?"
She was tempted to talk about her next-door neighbor, however, she thought she'd better keep that to herself. Even though she was certain Clint had played around, he nevertheless, has admitted it to her. So she thought she'd better take it easy.
"Maybe if you wanted to lick my ass," she said agreeably, "it would be all right. But fucking it and sucking it are two completely different things."
He laughed as he looked at her.
"I'm well aware of that," he assured her. "Now, baby, let's not be difficult. You need it and so do I. Okay?"
Finally, she relented.
"If you let me coat your cock with Vaseline," she nodded, "I'll let you try it. But just this once."
His eyes lit up as he contemplated the thrill that he would discover if he could plunge his penis into his wife's ass hole. It seemed absurd to Donna that Clint could be so perverse. It bothered and annoyed her.
But she tried not to get too uptight about it. She tried to be understanding, as difficult as it was.
She went to the bedroom with Clint following close behind. They both stripped.
"Let's take a shower together first," Clint suggested. "I would enjoy washing you off under the shower."
They got in the shower together after they'd undressed. It did feel good to have the water splashing over her naked body, she thought. It also felt good to have Clint's hands gently massaging the soap all over her. Finally, he let the soap slide to her vagina. He didn't hesitate to entertain himself in that manner. Plunging the soap into her pussy, he fucked her with it.
"That must be a first," she laughed. "A soap fuck."
Clint laughed as an idea lit up in his mind.
"Maybe we should invent penis soap," he suggested. "We could make a fortune. It would be a revolutionary soap. You could clean out your pussy while you're getting fucked. How about that?"
She laughed as she thought of it.
"Now, baby," he told her, "turn around and give me a demo run. I'll soap out your ass."
She turned around and bent over. The soap slipped into her ass hole. She enjoyed the feeling of the soap sliding in her ass crack.
"That feels super," he told her. "It really does."
She was becoming more aroused every moment.
"Now, baby," he told her, "Let's have some fun. All you have to do is let me enjoy your body."
He threw his arms around her. It did feel strange and pleasurable to have his soapy, slippery body pressing against hers as the shower water fell on both of them. He kissed her passionately. This pleased her. However, she knew it was all a prelude to an act that she despaired.
Pulling back, he wasted no time. He gave her the soap. He let her wash him off. She really got a charge out of this.
"Now," he told her, "wash my balls as well as my cock. Enjoy yourself."
She soaped him down. He got a big charge out of it. Then she soaped out his ass as well.
When they had washed off and got out of the shower, they dried each other off completely. Going into the bedroom, she was in a gala mood.
"Anything you want to do is all right with me," she told him. "Go ahead, honey."
She stretched out totally naked on the bed. Her husband felt as if he had to excite her every way he knew how. His tongue flipped from her curvaceous ass to her pussy. Then he licked up to her breasts. He sucked on both bosoms. She enjoyed the marvelous feeling of his tongue whipping around her breasts.
"Ohhh, baby," she told him, "when you're like this, you drive me ape. I love it."
Now he was getting her ready for what he wanted to do. Reaching up, Clint pulled down a couple of pillows. He placed them under Donna's behind. Then he let his hands grip her ass cheeks. He held her up so it would be convenient for him to slip and slide his tongue along her ass crack.
Donna was delirious with erotic delight as Clint's hot tongue pumped around her rectum. She could hardly wait for that exalted moment when he would stiffen his tongue and stab it right into her.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged eagerly, "I love it when you do that. Keep it up."
Clint wasted no time. His hot tongue surged inside of her. She loved the erotic arousal that this was generating. The thrills were coming thick and fast now. His hot tongue stabbed into her in regular movements. She could imagine how exciting it would be to have his penis plunging up her ass hole. However, one thing distracted her from the pleasure she contemplated. Fear. Fear raised its ugly head as Clint finally prepared to mount her. But first she coated him with Vaseline. She was going to get him ready.
"You promised me I could coat your cock before you used it up my ass hole," she reminded him. "How about it?"
He nodded agreeably.
"Sure," he smiled as he watched Donna perform the Vaseline ritual on his penis.
It didn't take her long to get it sticky. Once he was ready for it, he could hardly wait to experiment with her.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "get on all fours. I'll get behind you and give you a fuck up your ass hole you will not soon forget."
She watched as he got ready. He told her he wanted her to bend over. He went over to the dresser first and adjusted the mirror. Apparently, she reasoned, he wanted to see his slippery penis plunging up her curvaceous ass hole.
Now Clint gripped her buttocks. With a savage thrust forward, he forced his long, hard shaft up her rectum.
"Twist your tail for me," he told her eagerly. "That's how it's done. Come on, baby, fuck it."
With determination and drive, he rode his long, hard penis right up her rectum. She enjoyed the delightful sensation this was creating. She twisted her ass back and forth. Every twist provided more pleasure for Clint's penis. He continued plunging it right up her rectum.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me. Push back. Cooperate with me, honey."
Difficult as it was, Donna tried to cooperate with Clint. She wanted him to enjoy it. She looked back to observe the expression on his face. It pleased her. For it was one of complete lust. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were glazed with erotic delight as he savagely fucked her behind.
Gripping her ass cheeks, he squeezed them. Then he built up his tempo. He was thrusting harder now than ever before.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," he exclaimed. "That's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With penetrating, hard cock stabs he continued thrilling her. She loved the erotic excitement this was creating.
'"Yes, yes," he cried excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's the way. Fuck, fuck it."
With deep, hard strokes he went on thrusting. She was so excited at this point she was twisting in every direction.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck me."
Using her ass muscles in a vise-like grip, she pulled in his penis like quicksand.
"Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful," he told her. "That's how I like it. Now you're really doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With deep, hard strokes, he went on sliding into Donna's ass hole. She loved it. She was getting more turned on every moment.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged him, "sock it to me. I want it. Every fucking inch of it. Fuck me."
With determination, he rammed it to her. At this point he realized he was missing out on something. He could reach under Donna and feel of her pussy. Letting his hands wander to her vagina, he slid two fingers in. He began using his fingers in a penis style. She loved the effect.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me. "Oh, I love it when you finger fuck my pussy and you let your dick slide up my ass. Come on, screw it off."
They were both sweating now. What had begun as a simple ass fuck had developed into a wild time. They were giving vent to all of their lusts. It was the great moment. He had long tried to get his wife to agree to such an act. However, Donna was fearful and had always put him off. But now she willingly accepted him.
"Ohhh, baby," she begged him, "I want to feel it. Every fucking inch of it. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He went on stabbing his thick, long penis up her ass hole. She got more aroused every moment.
"Ohhh, I'm almost there," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, twist your ass."
Gyrating her hips, she gripped his penis tightly in her ass hole. His cock exploded. The hot, white cream streamed up her ass hole as he got his gun off.
"I'm hotter than a pistol tonight," he whispered. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. I love your ass hole. I'm gonna get you off, too."
At this point he went to work. He let his fingers effectively play with her clit. She got more and more aroused every erotic second.
"Yes, baby, yes," he panted as he went on fingering her pussy.
Donna was getting close to climax. It wouldn't be much longer before she was juicing. This was the exact erotic moment he wanted.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," he told her. "Oh, baby, I'm shooting again."
Just as his penis tip shot another load of cum into her ass hole, he brought her there, too. His fingers were sticky with his cum as he finished fucking her vigorously.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted as he finished fucking her ass hole, "you're beautiful. Yes, you are."
Clint didn't pull his cock out of his wife's ass hole until he had finished shooting a thick, heavy load of cum. Ever so slowly, he finally withdrew.
As he lay beside her and looked up at her, he smiled triumphantly.
"We had a good time, didn't we, baby?" he grinned.
"You bet we did," she told him. "A real good time."
She wanted to tell him the truth. But she didn't know how to approach the subject.
"Do you think two people can love each other and still want to have sex with someone else?" Donna asked innocently.
Clint knew what she was hinting at. But he wondered why, after all these years of marriage, she would talk about it. He wondered if she was suspicious of what he' was doing. After all, he reasoned, she probably did have spies watching him all the time at the office.
"Why do you ask that question, my love?" he grinned at her.
"I don't know," Donna shrugged.
"Yes, you do," he smiled. "Maybe you found some man you want to bed down with."
A chill went through her. Had Clint ever detected that she had noticed the neighbor next door? This bothered her. Finally, she thought she would tell him the truth. But it would require a drink.
"Honey, would you like something to drink?" she asked him. "We got so steamed up fucking that I think I could use one."
Clint nodded. He was certain that his wife was going to have something interesting to tell him. Secretly, he knew he liked the double standard. He felt that men responded differently to sex. He was certain that a man required more sex than a woman. And he didn't like the thought of his paid piece of ass playing around.
After she'd had a couple drinks, her tongue began loosening.
"You don't have to worry about my responses," he insisted. "Just tell me the truth. I want to know everything just like it is."
"All right," Donna finally blurted. "I fucked the neighbor next door."
Clint's jaw dropped. His eyes blazed with anger and rage. He tried his best to conceal what he was feeling. But it was to no avail. Instantly, Donna caught on to his response.
"You hate me, don't you?"
Forcing a smile on his face, Clint replied coolly, "Why no. Tell me what this neighbor had that attracted you."
"His tongue," she told him.
"I see," Clint grinned. "Mr. Long Tongue lives next door. Apparently, he ate your pussy."
She nodded innocently.
"He said I had the most delicious box he ever sucked on," she told him.
"Yeah," Clint grinned, "what else did the fucker tell you?"
Donna thought she might as well make a clean breast of it.
"Honey, he was so gentle, compared to you," she said nervously.
'He was trying to make it easy on you, honey," he told her, "because he knows that you're private property. He should keep his. ass next door."
All at once she had to blurt out what she knew to be the truth.
"You've had sex with Betty. My spies at the office have told me how you've looked at girls' big boobs."
Clint knew she was telling the truth. Since he felt cornered and not certain of whether or not Betty had revealed to someone at the office their affair, he smirked instead of saying a word.
"Your silence speaks more than words," she told him. "You've fucked Betty."
Clint threw his head back and laughed.
"What if I have?" he insisted. "Isn't that a man's prerogative?"
She got to her feet.
"I'm liberated," she told him. "If you can have sex with somebody else, so can I, damn it.
That didn't wash well with Clint.
"I don't see it that way," he told her. "Man is different than women. No matter what these fern liberationists say, we are not identical in sexual appetites."
"I know what you're saying," she laughed. "You are saying that it's all right for a man to play, but it's wrong for a woman. I don't buy it."
Clint got to his feet. He walked over to Donna. He glared down at her.
"What did that fucker do to you?"
Looking up self-righteously, Donna replied, evenly, "He ate my pussy. Then he slipped his pecker between my tits."
Shaking his head, he laughed.
"Sounds like a high school kid making it for the first time."
Donna quickly assured him that was not the case.
"Now tell me, love, what did you do to him?"
"What you taught me," she explained. "I sucked his ass hole. You asked me to do that to you."
"But I didn't ask you to do it to the man who lives next door," he fumed. Donna figured they both needed another drink.
"It isn't a drink that I need now," he told her. "I think it's a divorce."