Chapter 9
The sun had set, but the sky was still light blue on the horizon when Steve drove his car up to the garage and pressed the button on the dash to open the garage door. He coasted the car inside, shutting off the engine before coming to a complete stop, and got out without closing the car door behind him. Hitting the button before going into the kitchen, he activated the electric motor which quietly lowered the garage door, and then slowly he moved toward the master bedroom.
His smile didn't change when he heard the cry from Betty, and the thought flashed through his mind that it had finally happened. She was definitely in the bedroom with someone else, of that he was sure, but he didn't expect to see two men when he quietly peered around the bedroom door. The impact made him recoil for an instant, and he wondered if he was seeing double. What the hell was he seeing, he thought, and he looked around the corner again to make sure he had been seeing straight.
Betty was sandwiched between two men, or rather a boy and an older man, and he listened to his wife's moans as the one on top drove his thick penis into her rectum.
"Hey, dad! Take it easy!" the boy said, and Steve wondered if the man on top was really the boy's father. Steve narrowed his eyes to see more clearly what was happening to his wife, and he could see that the boy under Betty had his cock shoved deep up inside her voraciously clasping vagina. The two men were fucking her simultaneously, and for one horrible moment Steve wanted to run into the room and break up the bizarre scene. Betty seemed to be in great pain, yet it was also obvious that she wasn't being raped by the men.
As if suddenly set free, the older man quickly shoved his whole cock all the way into her stretched anus, and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. At that moment Steve nearly burst into the room, but something still held him back. He stayed where he was, his heart pounding hard from the excitement of the lewd scene.
He couldn't help wondering how Betty had gotten herself into the strange coupling with two men, and Steve guessed that she must have known at least one of them. He could see into the dressing room that Betty used, and it was obvious by the way some clothes had been carefully folded that they had been playing around for some time. It was the pile of clothes at his feet that made Steve think the other man had come upon the scene by accident.
"Oooh! Yessss! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
Steve directed his attention back to the bed, and he was surprised to see that his young wife was actually enjoying the big cock sunk all the way up into her rectum. He had thought she was in great pain, but the way she was rolling her buttocks up to the driving cock in her anus made her enjoyment all too clear. She was in a state of complete ecstasy, taking the two large cocks like a wild bitch, and the wanton lewdity of the scene made Steve's member jerk into an erection. His wife was more excited than he had ever seen her before, and he watched wide-eyed as each cock worked into the pink flesh of her loins. Her anus looked as though it was pulling at the large shaft as it withdrew from the depths of her rectum, and she arched her buttocks up to take it all the way back up inside when the man had pushed forward again.
The lust-driven woman's husband watched the bizarre scene for some time unable to keep his own cock from lurching into full erection. But he watched silently, not making a sound, until all three were close to orgasm. Then, he went to the garage and pushed the car quietly out into the street again, and drove off. He wanted to give his beautiful wife enough time to collect her thoughts after the violent fucking before he faced her.
After a time had elapsed, he started the engine and drove back into the driveway. He got out slowly and walked to the kitchen door, slamming it so that she would hear him.
"Betty!" Steve shouted from the kitchen. "Betty, I'm home!" Steve listened for some response and then heard quick footsteps coming toward him. Betty's figure suddenly appeared at the kitchen doorway. He was surprised to see that she had gotten dressed. At least he could see that she had thrown a thin housedress over her naked body. There was no sign of the little ridges which her panties and bra made under the thing.
"Darling," Betty asked quizzically, "You said that you wouldn't be home until the weekend." She found it almost impossible to look her husband in the eye.
'My God,' she thought, 'what if he had come home only a few minutes earlier and had seen my naked body sandwiched between the lusting father and son?'
She wondered if her husband would have killed them all?
Steve stood there smiling at her, his handsome mature face looking tired and distracted by something. She could see that his trim body was tense beneath the expensive suit he wore.
"No kiss for your husband?" Steve was asking her, his nervous fists clenched at his sides.
Betty moved toward him quickly and wrapped her long arms around his hard body. She knew at that moment that she would have to confess her awful sins to him! There could be no other way! Perhaps she could make him see that she had not wanted to make love with anyone else. She would tell him how much she needed his penis inside her insatiable pussy not someone else's. She would take whatever punishment he would mete out if he would only be able to see that he had to spend his two days a week home satisfying the cravings which wracked her body and which had forced her to run to other men. He just had to!
As he stood there, his wife's arms wrapped tightly around him, Steve thought he could smell the male odors that were trapped on his wife's body. He wondered what she was thinking about at that moment. Was her frightened mind asking if it had been worth that risk? He pushed her body gently away and looked into her face.
"Did a young salesman come by last week? I asked him especially to call on you."
Betty's eyes and guilty face gave her away, she thought as she said that he had. She imagined that her husband could see the lie on her lips when she said that Peter Michaels had only stayed for a few minutes, and that she had not felt well that day. The twin sperm of Ricky and his father was flowing slowly out of her spent lower stomach, and Betty pressed her thighs together to keep it from running down her naked body. She wished desperately that she had had time to don a pair of panties.
Steve was also thinking of the tempting pussy and rectum that he had just seen violated. A faint stirring in his cock and the first warm flush rolling through his loins told him that the sight had been incredibly exciting.
"I need a drink," Steve said suddenly, leading his wife into the front room and over to the liquor cabinet. "Care for one?"
Betty nodded as Steve took a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet. "Will you get the ice and glasses?" He watched his wife's disappearing buttocks sway toward the kitchen. He began silently to count the weeks since he had fucked her, getting up to six before his thoughts strayed elsewhere. His last night home had been awful. It had taken all the willpower that he possessed to keep his cock from respond to his wife's frantic mouth and tongue.
'By God,' he thought, 'I think I'll stretch her little ass-hole tonight for luck!'
Betty came back with the glasses and ice in a few moments, still looking guilty as Steve fixed the two drinks and sat down on the soft couch. She came and sat next to him.
"I had a chance to get home for the evening so I thought I'd surprise you," Steve said, gulping down the fiery liquor. There was only a trace of irony in his voice as he continued, "I guess you've been pretty lonely lately?"
She wanted to blurt it out to confess everything then and there. She took a long swill of the drink and turned to face him, her face beginning to burn with shame.
"Steve, there's something I have to tell you." Her voice was hesitant and soft. She could see a spark of interest in her husband's eyes. "While you were gone this time I ... "
"Sure thing, honey," Steve said, finishing his drink, "but let's go into the bedroom and let me get out of these clothes."
She followed her husband into the bedroom. It was going to be difficult to get it all out now. She wished he hadn't stopped her that way. Could she get up the courage again?
Steve began to disrobe immediately, tossing his clothing on a chair as Betty went to the hurriedly smoothed-out bed and sat down to watch him. Her pulses raced as he stepped out of his shorts and stood before her. Steve's body was still hard and trim, the muscles rippling smoothly through his chest and arms as he raised his hands and ran them through his hair.
"Betty, I think I know what you're going to tell me," Steve said, a sardonic smile playing about his lips. He kicked off his shorts and had come to sit on the bed next to her. "I've suspected for months that you've been dissatisfied with our love life."
Betty was stunned. How much did he know? She wanted the words the awful words to come from her lips! "Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry! I just can't seem to control my own body," she was starting to cry, "You don't know what its been like, wanting so much for you even to acknowledge that I'm a woman and need to have sex regularly. Oh, Steve, I'm so ashamed of wanting you so much!"
"It's me who should be apologizing, darling," Steve said, taking her sobbing body into his strong arms. Her dress was bunched up and he could see the hair-covered pussy lips between her legs. He began a slow massage of her full young buttocks, worming his hand toward the little puckered anus. "There's something I've been keeping from you, Betty. Dr. Parker told me several months ago that I had a rather serious chance of developing heart trouble unless I stopped having sex," Steve lied smoothly, his cock beginning to rise.
"Darling, you're not going to ... to ... ? " Betty gasped, unable to suppress the shiver of excitement that ran through her as his probing finger found her anal passage and began to press against it. She lifted her body slightly and was startled to see his huge swollen cock jutting out.
"No, sweetheart. I saw Dr. Parker today and he told me that everything was back to normal," the false words were flowing out easily. "But he did forbid me to have sexual intercourse for a long time," he paused as his finger slipped easily into the warm dark passage, "a very long time!"
Betty's eyes were fixed intently on the throbbing mass of flesh that swung enticingly from between his legs, and little flashes of pleasure were shooting through her loins as Steve's thumb began a slow rhythmic massage of her clitoris.
"Oh Steve, we shouldn't be doing this," she moaned, her buttocks screwing into the frantically moving finger deep in her buttery rectum.
Steve took one of her hands in his and guided it towards his pulsing prick, gasping as the cool fingers closed over the heated flesh and started a slow caress. "He said that as a reward for being so good I could do anything I wanted tonight!"
"Could we really, darling? I want you to fuck me so badly!"
Betty was frantic with lust. Her hot juices were starting to pump from her pussy and his fingers were driving her wild.
"I will if you'll promise me something, Betty?" Steve's fingers suddenly stopped their movement. He was looking directly into her eyes. He had to choose every word carefully! Betty was nodding in silent agreement, her eyes pleading to have the lewd joy continue.
"I know how much you need to be fucked almost every day, darling," Steve was speaking slowly and deliberately ". . . "and I know about that boy and his father!"
She sat there in stunned silence, afraid to move or to speak. She could hardly believe his words as he continued.
"I want you to promise me that you'll keep on fucking them! I want to know that your sweet little cunt isn't suffering anymore because
of me!" Steve's voice was earnest and he was almost pleading with her. "I want you to swear that you'll fuck one or the other of them or both every single day that I'm gone. Do you swear it?"
She wanted to say no, to tell him that she would share his enforced celibacy! At the same time, something was telling her that Steve meant every word he said. She opened her mouth to speak and it was as if someone else's voice was coming out.
"But ... wouldn't you care?"
"I'd care if you weren't getting the fucking you need. Do you swear that you'll fuck that boy and his father again tomorrow, and every day?"
Despite herself, Betty began to glow with the idea of being able to have the man and boy fuck her to exhaustion every day. She felt her husband's hand begin to move again as she vowed over and over again that she would respect her husband's wishes. Her lust-maddened brain had already begun to plan for the orgy of cocks and her pussy and anus tomorrow.
She seemed to be floating on a sea of pure ecstasy as her husband's strong arms lifted her body and positioned it on the soft bed. Wave after wave of intense pleasure and joy swept over her as his smooth thighs pressed into hers and she felt the first exquisite flames of orgasm explode in her pussy and belly as Steve's huge blood-swollen cock slipped smoothly into her wildly clasping and hungry anus, her screams of pleasure echoing about the room.