Chapter 5
Kathy had the strangest feeling that someone had been watching. It was absurd, she told herself. Yet it was a nagging feeling and she moved hastily, urging David up from the couch. The boy moved languidly. "Hurry," Kathy said. "Before your sister gets home."
David nodded his head and, bundling his clothes up, hurried off to his room.
Kathy fussed like an old hen, making sure that no traces remained of their activities, and then hurried to her own room where she stepped into the adjacent shower and stood under the driving water, reality slowly seeping back into her brain.
She held her tits up to the water, feeling the spray drive against her nipples. Her hands on the soft undersides of her tits massaged them and added to the stimulus and she watched the tips enlarge and grow longer and thicker and actually darken.
Her hands stroked down her sides. As she took that soap and lathered the pouting sex mound between her legs, Kathy began to grow excited again. The hard, slippery bar of soap zipped the length of her slot, leaving a strange burning sensation in her twat that was annoyingly pleasurable. She moved her hand faster and thought again of her son as she had seen him, his hard, erect cock sticking up in front of him with so much pride.
Moaning, Kathy twisted her fingers in her pussy and remembered how nice this prick had felt inside of her. Better than the bar of soap which soothed the swollen lining of her throbbing twat.
"Ooooooo." Her voice was a moan and she twisted her hips, pivoting her sex hole outward as she desperately worked the soap in and out of her hole. She was going to come off again. Thinking about her son and the way her husband had cheated her she felt her body reach a new crest of sexual response. She wished she could pinch and maul her own breasts as she bucked her crack against her hand, feeling the entire bar of soap being driven up her twat and then forced out by her responding sex muscles.
"Yiiiiiii," she screamed. She was cumming again. Her twat was itchy, vibrating like two adjacent leaves as she closed her slippery flesh around the wet, unclaspable bar of soap. It stretched her open. Her cunt was like a void being, split by the soap and Kathy knew she couldn't stop until she was cuming and cuming in her hand in the hard drumming water of the shower.
Spitefully, Kathy seemed to say to herself, There you son of a bitch that's what you get for cheating on me.
Suddenly Kathy remembered the tape recorder. Hastily she toweled off, barely luxuriating in the rough soft feel of the towel between her legs and she stepped back into her room where she put on black lace panties that snugly clasped her quim and fitted a bra around her torso that seemed to be as soft as a man's hands as it held her breasts up. Over this she pulled a minidress and Kathy was dressed.
Fortunately no one come in and David was still in his room, discreetly quiet. The tape recorder slipped easily into its shelf in the closet and Kathy took the added precaution of removing the tape it held. This, with the other three tapes,. she stashed behind the liquid soap under the sink. It was a place she knew the men in the house would scarcely think of looking.
Kathy thought about what she would like to do to her husband to get even. She knew she should listen to the rest of the tapes, but she couldn't bear the thought of sitting through them, hearing with her own ears as he screwed other women. She wanted the bastard to pay and pay. All along for the past few years their marriage had been rocky. Al hadn't been sleeping with her much. And when he did, it was like he was putting on a pair of old shoes for some dirty work.
The outrage Kathy felt colored all of her thoughts. Part of it was the many sleepless nights she'd had, clutching her pillow on strained silence while what she really wanted was a hot cock rammed up her twitching pussy. Al's cock had once been adequate. But apparently, after he started running around with younger girls, like Glenda, Kathy's pussy wasn't glamorous enough for him. Or exciting enough.
Kathy began putting dinner together. And while she did she rehearsed what she was going to say to Al. And just how she was going to say it. Divorce was out of the question. Both of them knew that. It had been that way for years, ever since Al began keeping two sets of books. But while Kathy had never actually had anything to do with the money end of his business, she knew where the bodies were buried.
Grimacing, she threw too much pepper into the beef stew and then laughed. She didn't think she'd tell Al the stew was peppery. She'd let him find it out for himself. It wasn't going to be the only shock he got at dinner. Not by a long shot.
Al King had just put a spoonful of stew in his mouth when Kathy said casually, "How's Glenda?"
He sucked some of the stew down his windpipe and got red in the face and coughed and hacked for an uncomfortable minute. "Damn stew," he groused. "It's too peppery."
"Forget that, Al." Kathy daintily licked her lips, like a cat making talk with a canary. "I hear Glenda's been pretty good lately..."
Al looked unhappily at his stew. "How the hell am I supposed to know. She's your girlfriend."
"I hear she's pretty good in bed."
"Ask her husband," Al growled. He stared at his wife and his eyes narrowed. "Don't start giving me a lot of cheap bullshit about being jealous of Glenda."
"Is she a better fuck in the ass-hole or the cunt, Al?"
Kathy had her husband's full attention now. His eyes were slits and the wrinkles in his face looked mean. "I think you're trying to tell me something.
"How did you ever guess?" Kathy smiled. She raised her hand and said, "I hear you've been giving her a lot of this." Her middle finger stuck stiffly up from her balled fist. Looking at her husband's contorted expression, Kathy was glad she'd made David and his sister go out for dinner at a friend's house.
"She's a better fuck than you," he said slowly, contemptuously. "How did you find out?"
"Tapes," Kathy said. "I've got it all on tape down at that sleazy love nest you're keeping hot night and day. Her and the others."
She hadn't expected to see it happen, but her husband turned ghost white. Kathy looked at him curiously. She hadn't expected her knowledge with proof that he was playing around would hit him so hard.
"Give them to me," he said. When he stepped away from the chair Al King wasn't as tall as he was broad. His shoulders scratched the doorway on both sides when he went through and were physical evidence of having been a construction laborer before he worked up to his own small contracting company. "Give them to me," he repeated again.
Kathy laughed uneasily and she realized that she had gotten an unexpected reaction for her husband. He stepped around the table coming at her and Kathy felt the first surges of fear and excitement shoot through her. he was so big. She shook herself. "Fuck you, Al."
"Cunt," he said. He lifted her from her chair and practically threw her back against the wall. "Give me those tapes."
A thrill started down in Kathy's vagina. It penetrated her cunt lips and spread up into her throbbing body. Even her tits felt alive, jiggling frantically against the confines of her uplift bra. All her married life, Kathy had been a little contemptuous of Al for being a big, crude son of a bitch. He'd always had his way. When he wanted to fuck he threw her down on the bed and stuck his prick between her legs and drilled it into her for as long as he wanted and as hard and fast as he wanted. He'd never seemed to feel more of her under him than her clasping pussy lips.
But now Al was paying attention to her. Really paying attention. "Why' Al, I didn't think you cared that much. Are you afraid I'll sell them to some of your buddies for after dinner music?" Kathy smiled smugly.
"Bitch!"
Suddenly Kathy wasn't so confident. Her husband grabbed her minidress and pulled it off, practically tearing it in half with one pull. She felt the frayed edges slide over her skin and the cool rush of air against her body. She backed away from him, wishing that the kitchen dinette wasn't so small, that there was someplace to hide.
Al came after her, looking bigger and meaner than he ever did before. His hand flashed toward her and his fingers curled in the strap between her bra cups. She stared at him, frightened, for a brief moment before he tugged. The clasps held for an instant and Kathy felt the hard pull of the material against her back and then her breasts were free and jiggling wildly in front of her.
She backed away. But Al lunged and hooked a finger in the wisp of lace between her thighs. When it ripped it sounded louder than she would have thought possible from such a fragile piece of cloth. All she had left on were nylons and a pair of medium high heels. "No, Al," she said. "Get away from me."
"You wanted to fuck around, you lousy cunt," he gritted through clenched teeth. "Now you're going to find out what it's really all about. Now you're going to get fucked. Good."
Al moved fluidly toward her and Kathy was conscious of her nakedness. She couldn't avoid thinking about the thick piece of cock meat that hung between his thighs. It was hose thick and started to get hard. The head was like a small, purplish apple. The shaft was twined with veins that gave it a knotted, lumpy appearance.
Just looking at the bulge in his pants started Kathy's cunt weeping. She wanted to stop, but she was getting all slippery down there, just from thinking about how that massive, brutal cock felt when he shoved it up her slimy pussy.
"When I get done with you, you're going to be begging me to take those tapes, bitch." Al's hand shot out and wrapped around Kathy's bobbing tit.
"Oooooo." Kathy was transfixed. She couldn't move. Al's fingers were hard around her nipple and strange sensations ran through her body from the place where he had clamped his fingers on her breast. "Please, Al," she begged.
But he only grinned and began pulling her toward him by her nipple. Her tit stretched at first and the sensations grew and grew until she was floating on them, her mind reeling under the dual impact of his touch and her own fear. She was afraid of Al. For the first time, she understood how other people could be threatened by him. He gave off an aura of physical power and brute reasoning.
Struggling did no good. A strange kind of pain lanced up from the nipple he was squeezing. It had gotten hard, like a little diamond, and didn't hurt much the way he had it pinched. But when he tugged it stretched the soft flesh of her tit and that did hurt a little. Prickles of pain and a weird sort of pleasure seemed to pool in Kathy's breasts.
When she was up close, Al hooked a finger in her gaping pussy. His finger was hard and thick and long. It slid inside her with remarkable ease considering the fact that her cunt wasn't prepared. And Kathy was shocked again by the perverse thrill this treatment of her body seemed to generate in her.
Dragging her along behind him,. Al led her to the master bedroom in the back of the house. Kathy had to go along; She was hooked on his curled finger in her cunt. She couldn't have gotten off it even if she had wanted to.
The vengeful woman who had wanted to get even with her husband was gone. In her place was only a scared and excited Kathy.
She followed along behind her husband, walking bowlegged around the thick knot of his hand. His finger was sunk clear to his knuckle in the hot, oozey depths of her cunt and each step rubbed his finger strangely in her sex hole. Kathy couldn't help it. She was being turned on and she didn't want to be.
"In here." Al shoved her into the bedroom and let loose of her cunt.
"No." Kathy glared defiantly at her husband and tried to go around him. He snarled and his big hand just wrapped itself completely around her crotch, each finger burning its identity into her naked flesh, and he literally threw her onto the bed.
"Now, cunt," he said, "you're going to get what you've got coming to you.
Kathy started in fascinated horror as her husband started undressing. First he pulled his belt out of his pants. Then he ripped his shirt off and kicked his shoes under the bed. Then, staring meanly at her, he undid the front of his pants and slowly stepped out of them.
It was no surprise to Kathy the way his penis bobbed straight up as his pants slid down his legs. It was iron hard over his tightly knotted balls. And, if anything, was bigger and hotter looking than she'd ever seen it before.
She squeezed her thighs together and moaned, "No. Al, please don't. We'll ... we'll work something out."
"Too late." Her husband chuckled evilly. "Now, little Miss Fancy Pure Cunt, I'm going to give you what you've deserved for years." His hand went to his prick and he stroked it and a drop of crystal cum surfaced on the tip and glimmered in the afternoon sunlight coming through the drapes.
For a moment, staring at it, it looked to Kathy like a miniature crystal ball. Deep inside it, if she looked hard enough and long enough, she knew she would discover her past and her future if she still had one...