Chapter 3
Martin awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, but worse, much worse, his cock felt like a piece of raw hamburger; it hurt every time he moved. He recalled Harry driving them to where their car was parked and Eva sucking him off, but driving on home was a blank. He did remember fucking her on the floor in front of the door. But after that, nothing. He showered, dressed, and had coffee without waking his wife.
Eva didn't get up until noon, and she felt awful. Her head was splitting and her pussy hurt. Worse than that, though, she felt angry and guilty over the night before.
Martin struggled through the day torn between jealousy and guilt, especially guilt, since he got a hard-on thinking about last night. It was a relief to have a hard-on, though, because it was the only time that his prick didn't burn. The pain was immense, both in his prick and head, and he couldn't reconcile getting turned on by the thought of Eva getting fucked by another man-it tore him up. He still felt terrible when he got home that night, but if he expected any consolation from Eva, he was badly mistaken. She met him at the door and let him have both barrels.
"You rotten bastard," she yelled, "how could you let those horrible people do that to me?"
"How could I ... honey, they gave me the same stuff they gave you. I couldn't help myself any more than you could."
"Ha! A likely story. I saw that cheap hussy sucking your ... sucking you. And you loved it, don't deny it."
"You weren't exactly hating what that crummy stud was doing to you, kid," he said, his anger growing, "and I saw you suck him off with my own eyes."
Eva ignored his rebuttal. "I almost left you this morning, but I realized you would probably make a beeline to that fat whore for more of the same, and you're not getting off that easy, you ... you monster."
"That's not true, Eva, and you know it. Come on, honey...."
"Don't honey me, you son-of-a-bitch. You're the one that accepted their invitation; I didn't want to. And you're the one that let that horrible man do ... do all those perverted things to me. I feel filthy all over just thinking about it. I think I'm going to be sick." She turned and ran from the room.
When she returned, she wouldn't speak to him, and fixed his supper and ate in silence. She went to bed as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up and locked the bedroom door. Martin slept on the couch. She gave him the silent treatment for a whole week, speaking not one word to him, and when she finally did speak, it was strained and terse. Things slowly came back to normal, however, and after two weeks she acted as if it had never happened, except she still slept with her back to him.
Martin's cock didn't hurt anymore and he was dying for a piece of ass and had even tried to remember where Maggie lived. He couldn't remember, though, and decided it was probably for the best. He was a bastard, and he knew it.
When he came home three weeks after the incident, he felt lousy. He needed relief, relief from his job, from his lingering guilt, but most of all from his forced abstinence. To his complete surprise, Eva met him at the door with a martini in each hand.
"Kiss me, darling, and you can have your martini," she said.
Martin was puzzled; Eva had never met him at the door with a martini before, but it was sure better than what he had been getting for three weeks. He kissed her, smelling the booze strong on her breath and quickly downed his martini. He took the other one from her hand and tossed it down, too.
"Don't be such a pig. There's a whole pitcher full in the other room. You can have all you want," she said.
"I think I need it to catch up with you," he said, completely mystified at her behavior. She usually bitched like hell if he wanted a drink before dinner.
She led him to the couch, removed his coat, losened his tie, and pushed him down. She knelt in front of him and pulled off his shoes. From her kneeling position, she took the pitcher from the coffee table, poured two more, and handed him one.
"You'll have to hurry if you want to catch up with me," she giggled. Eva was already fairly tight.
Martin took it in one gulp and held out his glass for a refill. The glasses were small, but a martini is a martini, and he could feel it already.
Eva crawled up on the couch beside him. "Martin, I'm sorry I was so mean to you," she said.
"I had it coming," he said.
"No, darling, it wasn't your fault at all, and I blew it all out of proportion in my confusion. Kiss me, honey."
"I love you, Eva," he said, and kissed her.
Her lips were moist and warm. They parted slightly and her tongue wormed into his mouth. He felt her hand on the front of his pants, slowly bunching his cock in the cloth.
"Do you really love me?" she whispered in his ear.
"Of course I do. You know that."
"I mean really, really."
"More than anything in the world," Martin said.
"I hope so, darling, because I have a little confession to make." She had his zipper down and her hand inside his pants. "You won't hate me, will you ... when I tell you what I did?"
"Of course not, Eva. You couldn't do anything wrong."
He felt his cock growing in her warm hand, and was completely hard when she finally pulled him out. It was a new experience for her to fondle his cock without any coaxing. He gave a sigh of pleasure when she stroked her hand softly up and down the length of his prick.
"Martin, darling, I...." She kissed his cheek, her lips sliding slowly down over his mouth. "I love you so much, honey. And, well ... the first of the week, I went to that man's-you know, Harry's-house to tell him off."
"You went over there? How did you know where he lived? I sure as hell couldn't remember."
She tightened her grip on his cock. "He ... he had the nerve to call on the phone and I asked him."
Martin felt a burning rage of jealousy. He didn't want to hear what she had to tell him, but he had to know. "Yes, go on," he said.
"Well, anyway," she said, "I went to his place. Shit, I was really furious, honey. I had to tell that horrible man where to go. He was there alone and offered me a drink to placate me; he could see I was mad. Of course, I refused, but I was so angry and nervous and he stayed so calm that I finally agreed to having just one drink, but I told him not to put any of that horrible stuff in it, and he promised that he wouldn't. Oh, Martin, my darling, I'm so ashamed of myself, but he did promise, and I believed him. But after he fucked me he told me he had done it again ... put some of that terrible, terrible stuff in my drink."
"After he fucked you?" Martin screamed, careful not to pull his cock from her hand. "Eva, what have you done to me?"
"It wasn't my fault, Martin, I told you I was drugged again; I couldn't help myself. You know what that stuff does to you." She continued to stroke his cock while she took his whole ear into her mouth and rolled her tongue wetly inside. "Oh, darling, Harry has such a huge cock; it hurt at first."
"How could you, Eva, how could you even go in that house again?" He was so angry he was trembling, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been.
Eva bent down and planted a wet kiss on the end of his cock, sucking the salty stuff leaking from the hole.
"My God, are you drugged now, you bitch?" he screamed with dismay.
"Of course not, silly. I don't need to be drugged to kiss my own husband's cock."
"Kiss my cock?" Martin moaned. "A month ago you would hardly touch it, let alone kiss it. And the language you're using; honey, what's happened to you?"
"I don't know, darling, I don't know," Eva said. "I like kissing it; I want to suck it, and I don't know why. I just do. I'm kind of drunk, but that's not why; I've been drunk before and never felt like this." She looked like she was going to cry, but suddenly brightened with a smile. "I know, it must be the residual effect that Maggie mentioned."
"Residual effect? What the hell is that?" he scoffed.
"Maggie said, when a girl's had as much of Harry's love potion as I've had, it takes several days for the effect to wear off. It must be true, I feel horny all the time."
"After having it twice? That doesn't sound very plausible to me."
Eva gave him a strange look, like, who said it was only twice. She was silent for a moment, and then lifted her skirt up. She was naked underneath. "Martin, honey ... I need some real lovin' ... fuck me in the corner standing up. I jus' love it that way."
"Fuck you? In the corner? Standing up?" Martin yelled. "I never did it that way with you. Where did you learn that? Is it the way Harry does it?"
"No, Martin, Harry never did it that way to me, but his friend did. I think I need 'nother martini." She reached for the pitcher.
"No, you've had plenty," Martin said coldly, and knocked her hand away. "What do you mean, his friend? Did Harry have another guy there."
"Not the time I told you about, but the next time he did."
Martin jumped up and grabbed Eva by both wrists and jerked her roughly to her feet. "You mean to tell me that you went to that bastard's place twice?"
"Martin, you're hurting me," Eva cried, trying to wrench free.
"I'll damn well more than hurt you, you filthy little slut!" he screamed, and slapped her hard across the face. He saw the red spot on her cheek and slapped the other side, knocking her back to the couch.
Eva sat and stared up at him, her hand softly rubbing her cheek. Before, she had abhorred the thought of a man hitting her, but now, she found she liked it. It was turning her on even more; her cunt was on fire.
"I knew I shouldn't go back there, but I felt I had to avenge my honor, at least what little I had left. Honest, darling, I thought I was doing the right thing, but I know now that I was wrong." She reached out and took his cock in her hand; he was rock-hard. "I've been naughty; you should spank me. Take me over your knee and whip my ass, whip my bare ass. I have it coming. And then take me standing up; I need it so bad. I've been playing with my cunt all afternoon waiting for you to get home. Whip me, honey, whip me hard and then fuck me ... please, fuck me."
Martin stared at her, his mouth agape. "Jesus Christ," he moaned. "You've gone nuts." He grabbed her wrists again and pulled her to her feet, then sat down and jerked her over his lap. "You want a spanking, you're going to get it."
"Yes, spank me, she hissed. "Here, let me get your cock up against my pussy," she said, and reached under her belly, found his cock, and pressed it to her cunt. "Now spank me."
Martin spanked her bare ass, not too hard at first, but with more intensity with each lick. He discovered he liked it; it was a great catharsis for all that had been bothering him, even things that had nothing to do with Eva or her misconduct. He gave her one to get even with his boss, and one for that bastard that cut him off in the parking lot. Her ass was red by this time and she was crying for him to stop. He finally stopped, sweat covering his forehead, his desire for her at a peak. Getting to his feet, he pushed her across the room. He slammed her into a corner and pushed down his pants. "You want it standing up, bitch? Well, get ready."
"You spanked me too hard," she sobbed. "My ass is on fire."
"You had it coming, and now you're going to get fucked," Martin growled.
"Yeah, you bastard, fuck me," Eva hissed.
Martin stepped up close. Eva put her arms around his neck for support and brought her legs up. It was awkward, and they were both drunk, but his cock went into her slippery cunt and her legs went around his hips. She locked her legs behind his back, impaling him deep, and started hunching.
"Good, good, oh, Jesus, that's good," she moaned.
"Yeah," Martin grunted. "Now tell about Harry's friend, you dirty, cheating little slut."
"Well, that first time it was just Harry there and he put that stuff in my drink and got me all turned on and took me into his bedroom and took off my clothes and fucked me. He had promised not to put any in, but once his prick was inside me, he laughed and bragged about putting it in, anyway. He called me a stupid cunt, an easy mark, and said that he could fuck me anytime he wanted. By this time, I was ready to come and didn't care what he said. Afterwards, we had a couple more drinks and then went at each other sixty-nine. He came real quick in my mouth, and then like a real gentleman, took a long, long time making me come over and over. Goddamn, Martin, he really knows how to eat a girl out. I came on home after that, and ... oooooh, sweet Jesus, that feels good, Martin, you have it in just the right spot. Hunch up harder with your hips. Yeah, yeah, like that, baby, do it hard. Aww, fuck, I'm gonna come in a minute, honey. So good, never felt so good before, your prick is so nice in there."
"Yeah, great," Martin grunted. "I want to hear about his friend now."
"I felt terrible when I got home, honey, I really did. I was guilty and unhappy and I cried all afternoon. It was the first time I ever cheated on you, and it hurt me."
"What about the night of our anniversary?"
"That wasn't cheating. We were both there, both doing it with someone else. You saw me and I saw you; it just doesn't count. The more I thought about it, the madder I got, and I went back the next day, and I was really steaming mad. I was really going to cuss that dirty sonofabitch out. Maggie answered the door this time, and all she had on was a little shortie silk robe, and it was open and showed everything she has, and she has plenty. There was a friend of theirs there, too; I think his name was Brick. That's what they called him, anyway.
"Those shitasses just laughed and made fun of me when I yelled and cussed at them, and by that time, I was so pissed-off and worked up that I really did need a drink when they offered. I made Harry get out a Bible and swear on it that he wouldn't put anything in it. I swear to God that I watched him make the drink and didn't seem him put it in, but he must have because I just stood there after I gulped it down and let Brick lift up my skirt and feel me between my legs, I let him rub back and forth against my cunt and then he pulled down my panties, all the way to the floor. He got on his knees in front of me, and I stepped out of my panties and actually spread my legs so he could get his face in between them. And then I let him suck my cunt right there in front of Maggie and Harry. Martin, honey, I just couldn't control myself anymore, and I came so hard when he pushed his tongue up inside my cunt that I fell down right on top of him. He somehow got his cock out of his pants and had it in me before I knew what he was doing. I let him shove it and straddling him, I fucked for all I was worth. Maggie took Harry's big cock out and started sucking it. God, honey, I was so turned on watching Maggie suck Harry's cock while I lay on Brick pounding his cock in my pussy that ... oh, shit, honey, I ... shove hard, I'm going to come! I'm so close, sweetheart, it's so fucking good ... better'n it's ever been. Awwww, piss, I'm coming, darling, I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Martin should have been completely pissed, but he was at a point that he just didn't care. His climax was all that mattered at the moment, and he shouted, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, too!" It was the first time since his anniversary and it felt so good, so damn good, that he wished he had some of Harry's fuck juice so he could stay hard and inside her all night.
"Yes, baby, yes," Eva hissed, "I can feel it, I can feel you coming inside me. Ahhh, shit, it feels good!"
He shot wad after wad of thick goo into her and then crumpled to the floor, Eva coming down with him. They lay in a heap, Martin's limp cock lying stickily on his heaving belly.
"Why did you let it come out, you bastard?" Eva wailed, "Brick made me come twice before he took it out."
"What else did they ... did you let them do to you?" Martin said, his voice cold.
"You need another drink first," she said, and got to her feet.
"I sure as hell do," he said, "bring it over here."
She brought him another drink and sat down on the floor beside him. "Well, after Brick sucked my cunt, I was all wet and slippery. He got me in the corner and just shoved his cock all the way in ... oh, I forgot, he'd already had his cock in me on the floor, but he didn't come that way, and really gave me a good fucking in the corner. His cock isn't as big as Harry's, I don't think anybody's is, but it's pretty big, and he got a lot of it in. He made me come twice before he came himself. Then Harry made me get on my hands and knees and took me from behind, doggie fashion. He really got it in that way, and played with my tits while he fucked, and goddamn, did I ever come hard like that. And then, you'll probably hate me for this darling, he made me suck Maggie's cunt. She was lying on the floor all spread out, her legs wide open, and he made me lay on top of her with my face between her legs. I tried to resist, but then Maggie had her mouth on my pussy and her tongue going in and out, so I just clamped my mouth over her big, hairy slit and started sucking. I'm so ashamed now, but it thrilled me to have my mouth on her pussy; it was so hot in there when I ran my tongue in, and she was so wet and sticky. She tasted kind of funny at first, but I was actually liking it after a while. I made her come, too, and she made me come. After that, Brick was hard again and wanted to fuck me. I took the rest of my clothes off and went in on the bed. He just fucked and fucked; I thought he never would come, but he finally did. When I finally got home, my cunt hurt from being used so much."
"You bitch, you filthy whoring bitch, how could you do this to me?" Martin screamed.
"I didn't do anything wrong, darling," Eva said, calmly, "I was drugged, remember. I couldn't help myself. It was just like the night of our anniversary and you were drugged and couldn't stop what happened. Besides, I was still mad at you; not as mad as I had been, but a little mad, though. Then I started thinking about all that had happened and decided to forgive you for putting me through all this."
"You decided to forgive me?" Martin shouted.
"Yes, Martin. After all, everything that has happened is entirely your fault and you know it. I forgave you several days ago, but I wasn't quite ready to let you fuck me, and believe me, the last couple of nights have been hell. Jesus, I was so fucking horny. I jerked off both nights. You'd be surprised how easy it is for a girl to make herself come when she had the hots. It's not as good as having a man, though, or even another woman."
Martin buried his face in his hands, fighting to keep from sobbing. "Jesus, Eva, I should hate you for what you've just told me. I wouldn't believe it if you hadn't told me of yourself. You've turned into a ... hell, I can't even think of any words strong enough to tell what you are. I should kick your ass out of here and never see you again."
Eva got to her feet and pushed her skirt down her long legs, stepping from the puddle of cloth. She went and got a cigarette and lit it, drawing the smoke deep. The liquor in her made her feel good, her belly warm and filled with confidence. She decided to tell him the rest of it while he was a sobbing glob of jelly. It made her feel good to see him hurt so much; he had it coming, the prick.
"But that's not all, Martin; there's one more incident that happened two days ago. Do you want to hear it?"
"Yes, tell me," he cried.
"Okay. I hope you can handle it; it's pretty bad. Well, the next day, that's three days ago, Harry and Brick actually had the nerve to come over here. I thought, what crust these bastards have; what do they think I am? They acted like they owned the place, nosing around the house, and finally settled onto the couch. And you know what, that fucking Harry had the unmitigated gall to ask if I wanted him to put some good old love juice in to get me going. Jesus, it really pissed me off that he could be so sure of himself and I tossed my drink down and made another. And then the strangest urge came over me, I don't know why, darling, I really don't, but I told him to put just a little in. I watched with excitement while he poured some stuff from a little bottle into my drink and I even told him to put in just a smidge more. I'm sorry, darling, but I got so thrilled knowing that I could swallow the mixture and then go off the deep end and let these men do all sorts of dirty things to me. Shit, honey, my cunt was already on fire and I hadn't swallowed a drop."
She reached out and softly fondled Martin's cock while she talked. She could see how shocked he was, but she could also see the lust in his eyes.
"I drank the drink in one gulp, and before the stuff could possibly begin to work I lifted my skirt up so they could see my panties and I danced in front of them. My panties are very sheer and I know they could see the hair bulging. They started clapping and chanting for me to take it off so I peeled off my blouse and while I danced let my bra fall to the floor and let my tits bounce free. It felt so good to exhibit myself like this that I wet my fingers and rubbed my nipples until they stood up hard and wet and shining. Goddamn, I was so worked up, and I could see it was working them up, too. I laughed and danced and told them to take out their pricks. They both unzipped and hauled them out. God, honey, they both have such big cocks, especially Harry. They asked me to come and sit between them, and I knew I shouldn't, but I did, and held a cock in each hand while they sucked my nipples. Honey, honey, you can't imagine how exciting it was to have two men sucking my tits while I pulled on their pricks. I jumped to my feet and stood with my legs apart and held my skirt up and shouted, 'Feel my cunt ... both of you feel my cunt.' I stood there while they played with my legs and my pussy, and then ... oh, God, Martin, I'm almost ashamed to tell you what happened-it's the worst yet."
Martin sat with his mouth hanging open. His cock was hard again and he stared at her hand sliding up and down on the shaft.
"Oh, honey, I know you'll think I was awfully silly, but I got so excited having them rub my pussy that I wet my pants, just peed all over their hands and myself. It soaked my panties and ran down my legs. Both Harry and Brick kept their hands between my legs and let me pee. And then Harry said the funniest thing, he said, 'Goddamn, Eva, I wish you had done it on top of me. The next time you need to piss, do it all over me.' He stood up, pushed me onto the floor, and put his big cock right in my cunt. He didn't take off his clothes or pull down my panties, just jerked the crotch to the side and pushed it in. God, Martin, he really has a big one, and it really felt good. He sure fucked me good, and me all wet and sticky from my own piss."
Eva realized she was getting turned on again; her sordid tale was giving her a new case of hots. She was in love with sex, pure sex, sex for the sake of sex. Martin was going to have a tough time keeping her supplied, and if he didn't, well, she would have to get it elsewhere. She kept stroking Martin's cock; it was good and hard again, and she let her other hand slide between her legs. She knew she should stop talking because she had gone too far already, but she couldn't.
"I loved it, Martin, peeing on their hands, and I wanted to pee again while Harry had his cock in me, but I couldn't. God, I'm gonna have to do it sometime, pee while I come, I mean, just piss and come and piss and come and....
"After Harry came, they took off all my clothes and carried me in and threw me on the bed. By this time, Brick was really raring to go and, wow, did he ever fuck me. He really is good in bed and his cock is nice and big, too. I'm not sure how many times I made it, but I think it was three, or maybe four. Jesus, was I ever turned on. We had a couple more drinks after that and then I sucked them both off before they left. Harry came pretty quick, but it took Brick a long time and I was about ready to quit when he finally squirted all that gooey, wonderful cum in my mouth."
Martin listened as if in a trance. He hated his wife for what she was telling him, yet he wanted her more than he ever had. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. It never dawned on him that there was no way he could accomplish that.
"Let's get naked and have another drink," Eva said. "We can snuggle up on the couch and feel each other up and then fuck again. I just can't seem to get enough fucking."
They stood up and peeled off their clothing, and then went over to the couch. Eva poured two more martinis, and before drinking hers, put it down and dipped the leaking head of Martin's cock in it. She held the glass up and said, "That was for flavor," and tossed it down. She tossed the glass across the room and went to her knees in front of her husband. "I want to suck your cock, Martin," she said, and holding his throbbing meat in her fist, closed her mouth over the head. She sucked avidly, thrilling to the taste of her cunt on his rod.
Martin held her head to his crotch and closed his eyes. "Suck it, you filthy bitch, suck it until I come in your mouth," he gasped.
Eva worked artfully on Martin's cock, proud of her new-found skill. She knew that he liked it, and that made her like it. She also knew that he would give her a reward of thick, milky spunk, and she liked that, too. The thought of a man coming in her mouth would have revolted her a few short weeks ago-now she desired it, craved it. The taste of male spunk was delicious on her palate, and she knew she would never get her fill.
She sensed that he was there and withdrew until her lips were tightly closed over the hole. When the cum spurted, she was more than ready to receive it and drank thirstily, disappointed only that there wasn't more.
Martin's head reeled from the booze, yet he poured himself another. "What else have you done, you pig? I have to know everything," he said. He had decided that he would kill her after she finished her story, perhaps by shoving a butcher knife up her badly soiled cunt.
"That's it, honey, nothing else has happened. I haven't seen them since that day they were here, maybe that's why I need you so bad." She took Martin's hand and put it on her cunt and worked one of his fingers inside. "Finger-fuck me, honey, I want to come again, too."
Martin sat passively while Eva jerked herself off with his finger. When she couldn't quite make it that way, she gave up and finished the martinis, drinking from the pitcher. She passed out trying to get his cock hard again.
Instead of killing her, Martin carried her up to bed, and on the verge of passing out, fucked her. She roused from her alcoholic stupor long enough to orgasm and cry out, "I'm coming, Martin ... ohhhh fuck, it feels so good. If you want to keep me away from other men, you'll have to give me lots of this ... at least until Harry's fuck juice wears off. Goddamn, I love this feeling." She passed out cold, then.