Chapter 3
" ... and then he told me, well ... " Alice paused to wipe away a tear. "He told me that he'd gotten tired of me. He said he'd fallen in love with his English teacher, Mrs. Kendall, and that he was going to move in with her. Frank, I just couldn't think of anything to do but come back here. Can't you understand that? Can't you sympathize with me just a little?"
Frank wasn't sympathizing. During the trip home, Alice had half-hoped that her handsome, kind faced, forty-three-year-old husband would welcome her back to the hearth with open arms. She'd been in the door fifteen minutes and already knew that that wasn't the case at all.
The person sitting with her on the living room couch might as well have been a stranger. Frank's ordinarily pleasant face showed no trace of kindness. It had aged since she had left him to live with Johnny. The misery of living alone in the big house showed clearly in his features. His weathered, square-boned cheeks bore a five o'clock shadow. His graying hair was mussed. He wasn't watching his appearance as he once had.
"Can't you even smile at me?" Alice pleaded. "For God's sake, Frank, can't you understand how hard this has been for me?"
"Why should I smile?" Frank replied angrily. "My wife dumps me so she can go shack up with her own fucking teenage son. Then he dumps her, and now she wants back in again. I don't see anything to smile about."
"Frank!" Alice gasped, and began to cry in earnest.
Frank only laughed. "You're a slut. As far as I can tell you're getting what's coming to you. Have you even asked about our daughters? No, not once. You don't give a damn what's become of them, even though you, and only you, are responsible for their leaving home."
"Frank, please!"
Frank's expression was stony and unemotional. His voice was flat, as if he were reciting statistics.
"Why don't you just turn into a whore?" he continued viciously. "That's all you ever were, anyhow. Go back to your college department. Charge the undergrads lunch money for a blow job. Then get old and die."
Alice began crying helplessly, like a frightened child. A sadistic smile curled Frank's lips. Rising from the couch, he grabbed Alice by the shoulders and propelled her roughly toward the door.
"No, Frank, don't! Let me stay!"
"Hit the street," Frank roared. He opened the front door and pushed Alice out. "I'm not going to have a slut like you living in my house."
"I'll do anything if I can stay!" Alice threw her arms around Frank's neck and did her best to hug him. "Anything, Frank. I don't have any place to go but here. You can't let me die out there! Just for the sake of decency!"
"Hit the road, God damn it!" Frank bellowed. Standing with his wife in the doorway, he shouted the words into her face.
"Can't you hear me? I don't want you around anymore. I'm just like Johnny. I'm tired of you. You're thirty-nine. Too old!"
"Awwww, Frankie, please!" Shamelessly Alice wrapped her arms around her husband's midsection. "Don't make me go, I'll do anything, oh please, please ... "
Frank's house - what had once been the Grey family house - was one of many ranch-style homes on a pretty, winding, tree-lined boulevard in the suburbs. Beyond his door was the lawn, then the sidewalk, then the two-lane street, then the sidewalk, lawns and houses of the residents on the other side. Generally speaking, there was little traffic on the boulevard. But there were occasional passersby, and now, as they argued in the open door, two small children stood innocently watching them from the opposite sidewalk.
Frank surveyed the scene as Alice wept on his shoulder. He began to smile.
"Get on your knees," he muttered.
"What?" Alice looked at him, confused. "Frank, what does ... "
"You want to stay here, don't you?" Frank roared furiously. "Do what I tell you to do! Get on your fucking knees!"
Alice immediately fell to her knees, wiping the tears from her eyes. Across the street, the two children continued to watch quietly. Grinning, Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.
It was rock hard, throbbing warmly with cum and blood. Alice's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at her husband's enormous cock. The veins stood out clearly on the angry pink shaft, and the fat spongy knob dripped jism before her eyes.
"Frank, oh my God!" Alice gasped. She turned her head and looked nervously at the two children. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"Suck it," Frank said happily. "Suck my cock."
"I can't give you a blow job here!" Alice protested. "Can't you see those children? What if someone sees us? Can you imagine what the neighbors would say? How could I ever face ... "
"You want to come back, or don't you?" Frank asked evenly. "If you don't suck my dick right now, you're never setting foot in this house. It's that simple."
A shameful blush spread through Alice's cheeks as she considered her husband's proposition. This was easily the most humiliating moment of her life. She could imagine herself as the central figure of gossip in every house in the neighborhood - a housewife forced to suck her husband's cock right in the open doorway of her home, where everyone could watch.
But Alice had no choice.
Blushing crimson with shame and humiliation, Alice lifted her hands to the blue-veined shaft of Frank's throbbing cock. For a moment she fondled gently, hoping that he might relent.
But Frank wasn't going to. "Suck it," he said softly. "Go ahead, Alice, give me some head."
Whimpering, Alice clasped her fist around the base of his dick. It felt hard and strong as it pulsed against her palm. In spite of herself, her pussy moistened and her nipples stiffened under her bra. Gently, she began stroking his enormous cock, milking the loose flesh up and down in her fist.
"I'm gonna kick your ass in the street it you don't suck my cock right now."
Alice opened her mouth and dropped her head forward. The tip of Frank's cock head touched her chin, twitched against her lips. Holding his shaft in position, she took the knob and first inches of his hard-on into her mouth. Then she clasped her lips in a circle around the shaft and started sucking it, puckering her cheeks.
"Ahhhh ... " Smiling in triumph and pleasure, Frank thrust his hands behind Alice's head and encouraged her to work hard on his throbbing cock. "That's good, honey. Do it now. You know how much you used to love sucking my dick! Make me cum!"
If for no other reason than to finish her humiliating punishment as quickly as possible, Alice was anxious to drink her husband's salty cum. But she was getting horny, too, and that embarrassed her most of all. Her pussy was hot, dripping wet under her panties. Her nipples were as stiff as little rocks. Being abused by Frank like this was turning her on.
Alice tightened her lips feverishly on his pulsing dick shaft, caving in her cheeks deeply to increase the suction in her throat. She began to suck his cock much harder. Her tongue rolled around the shiny flesh of his knob, darting in and out of his cum slit.
Almost unconsciously, Alice began to fall into the familiar rhythms of dick sucking. Her head moved up and down, letting Frank fuck his cock further and further down her throat. Squeezing and milking the base of his hard-on, she jacked him off very hard.
The two children on the opposite sidewalk, apparently losing interest in the scene, had turned and were walking away. The girl played walk-the-dog with a small plastic yo-yo. The boy shook his head.
Alice now had nearly two-thirds of her husband's brick-like hard-on pulsing in the buttery tunnel of her throat. She sucked it feverishly, as if she were starving for the spurts of his cum. Her whole face flushed a deep red with the intensity of the blow job. Hungrily, she gurgled around the swollen knob of his dick.
"More," Frank grunted. He took her head by the ears and began to fuck his hips brutally against her face.
"I said suck on it! You want to stay here, don't you? You don't want to go out on the street and beg like a whore, do you? So make me cum!"
A shade came up across the street. A distinguished looking older man stood before the window, dressed in a handsome smoking jacket with a scarf tied neatly about his neck. Puffing a briar pipe, knitting his eyebrows pensively, the man studied Alice and Frank as if he were observing a display in a museum.
Alice's cunt was dripping, burning wet. Every time she sucked on Frank's dick she could feel the heat throbbing and pulsing deep inside her pussy, making her clit stiffen and the curly-haired lips of her slit rub together wetly. Never had she dreamed that being humiliated like this could make her so horny.
Mewling wantonly, she pulled back her head until only Frank's blood-gorged cock head was lodged between her lips. She took his twitching shaft in both hands and jerked violently up and down, sucking frantically on the knob. She wanted him to cum now very badly. She felt as if she'd never wanted anything as much as she wanted Frank's cum.
"Take it out," Frank muttered. "Out of your mouth. I'm gonna pop my rocks all over your pretty little fucking face."
Obediently, Alice took her mouth away and beat him off steadily with both fists, as hard as she could. The tip of his dick quivered inches away from her nose.
Before her eyes, Alice watched as his knob swelled even larger. Frank groaned and dug his hands into her hair. His nuts tightened along the underside of his prick. His aching cock shaft trembled in her wildly stroking hands.
His cum slit opened. An instant later a torrent of cum gushed out, squirting directly onto Alice's forehead. It was followed by spurt after violent spurt of his salty white cream.
He came all over Alice's face. As Alice continued to stroke and milk and knead his spurting cock, the cum dripped from her face, oozing onto her neck and the pretty print blouse she'd worn especially for the homecoming. But Alice was so horny that she never missed a stroke as she jerked him off.
"Ahhhhh," Frank sighed. He smiled with pleasure as the last drops of cum oozed from his wetly throbbing dick, dripping luridly all over Alice's hands. "Oh, honey ... oh fuck, was that good! You can still give head with the best of them, can't you?"
"Can I ... you know ... come home now?" Alice asked meekly.
Frank studied his wife's expression through narrowed eyes. His cock was still very hard, and Alice knew from experience that he often had no difficulty maintaining a hard-on through two straight cums. Slowly, an evil smile spread across Frank's face.
"I'm not through with you yet," he said meaningfully. "Why don't you lie right here in the doorway, honey? On your stomach. And take down those pants."
Alice glanced nervously over her shoulder. Thankfully, the sidewalks were still deserted of pedestrians. But the man in the window across the street had loosened his smoking jacket and was now stroking his stiff cock, still puffing solemnly on his briar.
Alice looked at her husband pleadingly. "Please don't do this to me, Frank. Not where anyone can watch us. I'll do anything for you, but not this."
Frank only giggled. "I don't want to hear any shit from you, baby. From now on you're taking orders from me. Now, on your belly and off with those pants. Now!"
Blushing with shame, Alice stretched out in the doorway. She lay flat on her stomach on the hallway throw rug, with her face only inches from the open door. Looking up, her eyes met those of the man in the facing window. Anyone could see her, she realized dismally. Just anyone ...
"The pants," Frank whispered. He stood over her and slowly ran his fist up and down his cock, making sure that it would stay rock hard. "Down to your ankles. Come on, honey."
Alice had worn her best pair of skintight, French-design blue jeans. She reached under her stomach and unbuttoned them, then wrestled them down her hips and long, tapering legs. Without intending to, she had to squirm seductively in order to get them over the full, firm cheeks of her creamy white ass.
Then she was naked from her waist to her feet, helpless and open, like Frank's personal slave. Alice flushed and lifted her ass. Then she spread her thighs slightly apart, silently putting herself in the dog-fucking position.
"That's a good girl," Frank chuckled, and knelt between her legs.
Alice whimpered as she felt his hands touch her bare hips. In spite of her conscience, she was still extremely horny. Every hair fringing her pussy was damp with the juices that oozed from her cunt. She could feel her nipples aching with their stiffness, longing to be released from her D-cup bra. Why was this horrible punishment turning her on?
"Nice," Frank murmured. He ran his hands all over her ass, squeezing the cheeks, then pressed his palm up between her legs into the fleecy-haired mound of her pussy. "Your cunt's wet, Alice. You want me to fuck you now, don't you?"
Alice bit her lip and said nothing. Holding his swollen prick in his fist, Frank fit the spongy knob into the pouting slit of her pussy. Alice whimpered as she felt the tip of his dick touch her cunt. Unconsciously, she revolved her ass back against him, wanting more.
Frank toyed with his wife a moment longer, rubbing his dick head up and down her cunt lips, forcing her to squeal with lust. Then he rode up on her ass and dropped his hips downwards, greasily stabbing his throbbing dick into the encasing wetness of her fuck hole.
Across the street the older man in the window was now jacking off violently. His expression was no longer solemn or dignified. The briar pipe had fallen out of his mouth.
"Unhhhh," Alice moaned. She sighed as she felt her husband's big cock boring into her pussy, stretching the walls of her cunt apart around the invading shaft of his prick.
Why is it so good now? she wondered hornily. Frank's dick feels so big and hard inside me. I never used to love fucking him this much. I really want him to give it to me now ... oh yes, Frank, all of your huge cock ... fuck me with it, lover ... fuck me hard.
Frank jerked his hips, forcing the last inches of his pulsing cock into the buttery tunnel of her pussy. Slowly, he pulled it back out again. Then he began to fuck his wife, before the open doorway of their suburban home, rhythmically stabbing his bloated prick in and out of the sucking slit of her pussy.
"Unggghh," Alice grunted. Uncontrollably, she began to buck and hump her ass back against him, trying to stop the horny moans that burbled out of her throat. "Oh yes, Frank ... nnnn, God, I'm so wet ... unhhhh ... "
"You like it, don't you?" Frank demanded. He started fucking her harder and faster, making her knees bounce painfully on the hallway rug. "You like getting your pussy fucked where everybody can see you, don't you? Say you like it, bitch. Or I won't keep on fucking you!"
The man across the street came. From the corner of her eye Alice saw his expression contort in agony, and a white stream of cum shoot out of the knob of his dick. The man then retrieved his pipe and continued to watch them. His cream dripped luridly down the window.
"Yes, Frank, fuck me," Alice admitted shamefully. She bucked her ass in a fever of lust, pleading and moaning for all of her husband's prick. "Oh, I'm so hot now! Fuck my wet cunt, fuck me with your cock! Harder, Frankie, make me cummmm!"
Suddenly, Frank pulled his burning hard-on completely out of her pussy. Alice groaned in disappointment and tried to pull it back into her cunt. The next thing she knew, Frank had spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart with his hands. The cum-seeping knob of his prick twitched against the tight puckered circle of her asshole.
"Nooooo!" Alice shrieked. Her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately tried to struggle away from her husband. She didn't like being fucked up the ass, even by her son Johnny. "Not there, you bastard! You motherfucker, not in my ass! Stop it!"
Frank grinned with sadistic pleasure. With one hand he kept her ass cheeks apart, so he could stare into the eye of her convulsively throbbing asshole. With the other he held the shaft of his dick and fit the knob directly into the center of her asshole.
Alice continued to struggle helplessly. With one lunge Frank buried over half of his cock into the rubbery grip of her asshole, sighing as he felt her strong ass muscles milking tightly around the tingling shaft of his prick.
"Oh fuck!" Alice gasped. She bucked as if she'd been shot, gasping violently as she felt her asshole suddenly packed with the hugeness of Frank's cock. Painful spasms shot through her ass as her tunnel tried to stretch around the thickness of his shaft. "Stop it, Frank! You bastard, you're fucking killing me! Take it out of me, awwww noooo ... "
Frank ignored her. Grunting and sweating, he moved up her prone body and changed the angle of his prick so that it bored straight down her asshole. Then he brutally started to hump and grind over her, forcibly thrusting the entire length of his huge dick into the rubbery tunnel of her ass.
For a moment the pain was so bad that Alice nearly blacked out. Her asshole was much too small for her husband's huge dick. It felt as if a knife were being stabbed into her, as if her asshole was being ravaged by a searing torch.
Then Frank had all of his cock between her jiggling ass cheeks. Gradually, as he began to pump his prick in and out of her sucking, puckered hole, Alice felt the pain disappearing. It was shortly replaced by pleasure - a warm, deep, throbbing sensation that was as exquisite as anything she'd ever known.
"Is that good?" Frank demanded. He panted as he thrust his swollen prick in and out of her asshole, wincing every time her strong ass muscles kneaded around his dick. "You like it now, don't you baby? You like being fucked up the ass like a dog!"
"Unggghhh, nooo," Alice moaned. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the moans of pleasure that she wanted to express. Frank's ass fucking was getting better by the moment. Not since their honeymoon had she been so turned on by him.
"Maybe if I squeeze your tits a little bit ... " Frank savagely ripped off his wife's new blouse and popped the clasp of her D-cup bra. He reached under the cups and palmed the spongy globes of her huge tits, running his fingers across the stiff red nipples.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, milking and kneading her enormous breasts. His hips pistoned over her jiggling ass cheeks, relentlessly hammering his cock in and out of her puckering, tightly muscled asshole. "Come on, baby, give in to it. Hump up for more of my cock!"
"Unhhhhh!" Alice cried. Gradually, she found herself giving in to the heat of her depraved passions. Her ass began to move, bucking up against her husband's cock. She clawed the carpet with her fingernails. "More, Frank ... unhh good, fuck my asshole ... harder, do it haaaard ... "
Milking his wife's big tits, Frank fucked her asshole as hard as he could. Even the floorboards creaked under the fury of his humping.
Alice knew she was about to cum. The heat had built in her asshole to the burning point. Delicious, throbbing waves of pleasure burned through her nakedness, simultaneously stiffening her nipples and the bud of her aching clit. Her pussy was incredibly wet, spewing her juices down the insides of her thighs.
"Play with yourself," Frank panted. "Go ahead, Alice. So you can cum. Fingerfuck your cunt!"
Shamelessly, Alice thrust both hands under her belly and groped through the curly hairs fringing her slit. She inserted two fingers deep into the clasping tunnel of her fuck hole and pumped them in and out, jacking herself off in time with her husband's thrusts into her ravaged asshole.
Seconds later, Alice was cumming as hard as she had in months.
"Harder, Frank, I'm cumming!" she shrieked. Feverishly, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, she pumped up her ass so fast that it appeared as a blur. "Unnggghhh, yesss, fuck my asshole. Cumming, Frank, unggghh cuuummmiiinnngggg ... "
Alice was completely overwhelmed by the force of her cum. For what felt like whole minutes, the spasms ravaged her pussy, forcing the muscles of her asshole to contract around Frank's pistoning cock.
Frank gasped and buried his throbbing hard-on balls-deep into the stretched circle of her puckered anal ring. For a moment, his dick trembled as it grew to total stiffness. Alice felt his nuts pulsing against the cheeks of her ass.
"Ahhhhh," Frank sighed.
The cum squirted out of his knob, gushing into his wife's asshole. Frank kept his spurting dick buried in her hot hole, wincing as spurt after spurt flooded out of his balls. There was so much of his cum that it filled Alice's asshole completely, burbling out of her hole around his dick and dripping onto the floor.
The man across the street apparently realized that the fuck scene in the doorway was over. He wiped his cum off the window, buttoned his smoking jacked and pulled down the shade.
"Unhhhh," Alice sighed. Long after her cum had subsided, after her husband's prick had begun to soften inside her asshole, she still humped her ass rhythmically against him, hoping for more fucking. "That was so good, Frank," she whispered. "You never fucked me like that before ... want more of your dick ... keep fucking me, lover ... fuck me as much as you want."
Five minutes later, the now happily reunited couple lay together in the upstairs bedroom. Both were still naked. Frank was stretched out on his back on the mattress, submitting willingly as his wife did her best to revive his cock. Alice knelt on the bed next to his hips. Her mouth was filled with his soft prick. She sucked it furiously, doing everything she could to make it stiff again.
"I wonder where the kids are," Frank said lazily. "Now that we're back together, they could come home again. I don't think young girls should be living away from their parents. At least not Nancy. Carol might be old enough."
"Ummmmm," Alice gurgled. She pumped her head up and down over her husband's still-flaccid prick, puckering her cheeks to increase the suction around his knob.
"Carol is twenty-two," Frank commented. "That's pretty old these days, I guess. And the last I heard, she does have an excellent secretarial job with an executive downtown. Carol was always able to take care of herself. It's a good thing, too, with a body like hers."
"Srrrlllppp," Alice burbled. She cupped Frank's balls in her fingers and took all of his big, soft cock in her mouth. "Ummmm ... "
"Maybe we should leave well enough alone," Frank concluded. "I mean, at least until we're sure we're going to stay together. For the time being, Carol might be better off without us."
Alice said nothing. She was too busy sucking.