Chapter 4
At four-thirty on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, three weeks after her first experience with Hank, Margie stripped naked and crawled under the fresh sheets of her bed, looking forward to a long soothing nap before her husband's expected return from work at six.
She felt very happy. Hank had just left for his after-school job a few minutes ago. Once again, they had spent the whole afternoon fucking and sucking.
Less than a month ago, Margie knew she would have been overwhelmed to spend one solid half-day with a man's dick pumping inside her. Now it was almost commonplace - a pleasure she took for granted. In three weeks, Hank and she had hardly missed a day to enjoy the secret pleasures of each other's bodies.
Margie thought of Hank's always-hard cock and smiled as she fell asleep.
Margie was awakened from her nap at five-thirty - a half-hour earlier than she had anticipated. This time, she was not so happy. In her sleep, someone had come into the room and tied her to her bed.
At first she thought she was dreaming. Margie blinked open her eyes and struggled sleepily to free herself from her bonds, unable to understand that it was suddenly, inexplicably impossible to roll out of bed and slip into her clothes.
But it was impossible! She could hardly move!
Gradually the fog cleared from Margie's mind, and she felt the first sense of fear emerging in the pit of her belly. Gulping, she craned her head to study the straps that held her.
Two twine ropes had been wrapped securely around her wrists, binding her to the old-fashioned steel headboard cradling the mattress. Even-thicker ropes held her ankles, knotted in the same fashion to the foot of the bed frame.
The covers had been stripped from her, revealing her nakedness from head to toe. She was roped so that she lay flat on her belly, her asscheeks jiggling salaciously every time she tried to move. Her legs were spread apart, her ankles tied to the corners of the frame.
Then Margie remembered, and her cheeks flushed with anger. Fred - god damn him! Fred had learned all those fancy knots in the Navy. Her husband had done this to her as some kind of weird joke!
"Fred, damn you?" Margie bellowed. She turned her head and glowered angrily at the open door of the bedroom. "This isn't funny! You come in here and take these ropes off, right now!"
Fred appeared from the hallway a minute later. His appearance was unusually sloppy for five-thirty in the afternoon. His hair was disheveled; his tie had been loosened to hang casually around his neck. In his right hand he carried a drink.
"What's the matter, honey?" Fred murmured. He chuckled and kicked the door shut behind him, looking sleepily and amusedly at his tied-up wife. "Can't you take a little joke?"
A strange fear ran through Margie's nakedness. She studied her husband and said nothing. Fred wasn't behaving normally. Already a flush had come up in his cheeks, and his eyes looked bleary and red even from a distance. He was drunk, and early in the afternoon.
"You sure you don't want me to leave the ropes on?" Fred continued thickly. He stood next to the bed and grinned at her drunkenly. "I mean, gee! I thought you'd be comfortable ... "
"Fred, this isn't one bit funny!" Margie cried. "You untie me right now! And I swear, if you ever do this again you can find somebody else to keep your house for you."
"Got a real interesting phone call at work this afternoon, Margie," Fred said, seemingly bringing the subject up from thin air. "Can you guess who from?"
"You son of a bitch, take these ropes off!" Margie shouted. "I mean it, Fred ... "
"Stapledon," Fred said. "Lucas Stapledon. That's who called me at work today."
Margie's eyes widened enormously, and her lips parted in fear and shock. Then the pain in her stomach worsened, and in the space of a second she knew exactly what her husband was driving at.
Lucas Stapledon was Hank's father. Obviously, he'd called Fred to tell him about her affair with his son. That meant that Fred knew what she'd been doing with Hank!
"Oh my God,"' Margie whispered.
"You understand now, don't you, Margie, honey?" Fred whispered, his expression suddenly showing the anger that had been concealed by his drunkenness.
"Please, Fred, take the ropes off," Margie whimpered. "I won't ... I can explain everything, I swear I can!"
"You can't explain nothing, Margie, baby!"
Margie stared at her husband in simple, helpless terror. Fred chuckled and turned to the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and withdrew a small plastic container of Vaseline.
"Fred, what are you doing with that?"
"You got to be paid back for cheating on me, Margie," Fred replied, unscrewing the container top and tossing it absentmindedly to the floor. "I think I'm just gonna have to punish you by fucking you up the ass!"
"Fred!" Margie shrieked. "Oh, not that, nooo ... "
But it was already too late. As Margie writhed in her bondage, Fred climbed onto the mattress and knelt beside her shaking, quivering ass. For the first time, Margie noticed that there was an enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants - Fred had a gigantic hard-on.
Fred dipped into the Vaseline and withdrew a large glop of sticky petroleum jelly. His left hand separated the peach-shaped cheeks of Margie's ass; his right pasted the jelly all over the puckered, throbbing ring of her asshole.
"Unhhhh!" Margie grunted. She felt the Vaseline being slapped onto her asshole, making the little ring contract automatically. "Fred, god damn you, stop!" she bellowed, "Nooooo ... "
"Scream all you want to, honey," Fred said happily. "Ain't no one around to hear."
Fred took his time smearing the Vaseline all over Margie's asshole. Then he thrust a finger into her ring to coat the inside of her asshole with the gel, fingerfucking it rapidly in and out.
"Unhhhhh ... " Margie moaned. "Stop it! You'll kill me if you fuck me like that! Unhhhh ... "
"Time for your punishment, Margie. Time to get fucked up the ass!"
Fred undid his belt buckle and pulled off his pants, leaving himself naked from the waist down, except for his shoes. His dick was incredibly hard, throbbing out of his cock-hairs with a painful, burning stiffness. Looking over her shoulder, Margie could see that the knob of his prick was already covered with his oozing cum-cream.
As Margie struggled helplessly, Fred knelt behind her ass, between her spread-out thighs. He pushed the shaft of his cock between her asscheeks and arched his hips, fitting the bulbous knob to the throbbing ring of her asshole.
"Ready for it, Margie? Ready to get your asshole fucked?"
"You motherfucker, I'll kill you for this!" Margie shrieked. "You bastard, noooo ... "
Fred leaned forward, stabbing the crown of his stiff dick completely into Margie's asshole. For a moment, it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to get his cock any farther up her hole. Margie had never been fucked in the ass before; her asshole was very tight.
But Fred wasn't to be discouraged. Frantically he pounded his hips behind her, forcing inch after swollen inch of his hard cock into the rubbery, pulsing grip of her asshole.
"Awwwwww!" Margie screamed. Her expression contorted feverishly in pain and humiliation; her cheeks flushed beet-red in agony. "Stop it! Your dick is too big! Awww, Fred, you're killing me! Nooo ... "
"It's what you deserve, you cheating cunt!" Fred muttered. He pounded harder behind her, until over half of his thick, bloated cock was impaled in her asshole. "Getting ass-fucked is what a whore like you needs!"
Margie could only shriek and scream and cry. The pain in her asshole was unbearably intense, as if a knife had been stabbed into her bowels. Her asshole-muscle stretched to the point of bursting around the size of Fred's thrusting dick. Deep, overpowering throbs of agony bored through her asshole.
"Ahhhh ... " Fred sighed. His balls slapped the creamy cheeks of her ass as he humped her, his prick swelling and pulsing in the exquisite, Vaseline-coated tightness of her shitter. "That's so good ... you're so fucking tight ... ahhhhh ... "
Fred delivered a final thrust into Margie's ravaged hole, burying his cock between the sucking walls of her shit-chute. For several moments, he paused. Margie felt his breath against the nape of her neck as he savored the forbidden warmth of her shitter.
Fred reached around Margie's torso. His hands dug into the huge fleshy globes of her tits, milking and kneading the spongy orbs, holding himself in position. Then he relentlessly began to hump and buck behind her, fucking her asshole with quick, hungry strokes of his blood-swollen dick.
"You like that, Margie?" he grunted cruelly. His stiff cock made wet slurping sounds in the jelly-coated tunnel of her asshole as he fucked her ass. "Does that feel good now? It feels good to me!"
Margie said nothing. Whimpering, she let her naked body relax on the sweat-stained sheets, giving herself up to the brutal rape of her asshole.
There was nothing the could do now. The ropes were tight, binding her to the solid frame of the bed. When she struggled, all she could do was make the twine of the straps dig that much more painfully into her wrists and ankles. Her only alternative was to lie there, to let her husband ravage and fuck and cum on her body until he decided to untie her.
"What's the matter, honey, aren't you getting horny?" Fred demanded insistently. Faster and faster his he pumped his prick into her tender warm asshole, making the bed shake with the energy of his humping. "C'mon, you can tell me about it! A slut like you oughta enjoy getting her asshole fucked!"
The sharp pain in Margie's asshole subsided as her ring-muscle grew accustomed to the size of Fred's cock. His running, oozing jism-cream mingled with the Vaseline, until her asshole was completely wet and slick. Under her breath, Margie began to whimper uncontrollably.
Then all at once, she realized she was beginning to enjoy it. The throbbing in her asshole was pleasurable now, and with every one of Fred's thrusts it became more delicious.
"Unhhhhh ... " Margie grunted. The naked housewife bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the forbidden ecstasy that swelled wantonly in her asshole. "Fred, you fucker ... nhuunhhh ... "
"Yeah, you like it now!" Fred muttered thickly. "Shit! Your asshole's sucking all over my cock!"
Fred slowed the rhythm of his fucking. He squeezed his wife's tits and concentrated on the steady, driving rhythm of his dick as it slurped through the grip of her asshole. One moment, he would pull his prick out until only the knob parted her rubbery ass-ring. The next, he would slide his stiff meat all the way in again, burying it to the hilt in the burning tunnel of her ass.
"Maybe you'll like it better this way," he grunted. "Slow and deep, deep and hard. Is that better, baby? It is, isn't it?"
Margie knew it was. The pleasure in her ravaged asshole became unbelievably delicious, filling her tunnel with wet ecstasy as her sheath clung to the hard pole of Fred's cock. Her nipples were stiff, and her cunt-slit was becoming wet and hot. Her clit protruded hotly from its protective hood, tingling with desire.
Can't let him do this to me! she thought wildly. She grit her teeth and summoned all her will power in an effort to remain motionless. I'll just be his slave if I show him how horny he's making me ... just a slut, like he said ... oh God, I can't give in to it! I can't let him use me like this ...
But it feels so good ... mmmmmm ... love how big and hard his dick is ... all the way up my ass ... I'm so filled-up now ... filled by his cock ... unhhhh ... that's so nice ... want him to fuck my asshole harder ... mmmmmmmm ... oh, Freddy ... ahhhhhh ...
"Unhhh ... " Margie grunted aloud. Uncontrollably, she began to grind her pussy on the sheets, blushing with shame as she fucked her ass up at her husband's big stiff dick. "Unhhh ... oh, Fred ... nhuuuunhhh ... "
"Want me to fuck you harder, Margie?" Fred whispered viciously. "You better ask me for it, or I won't give it to you? Beg me to fuck your ass, just like the slut you are."
Margie made a last desperate effort not to humiliate herself. Then she gave up completely.
"Yes, Fred, fuck me harder!" she squealed. Hotly she thrust her jiggling asscheeks onto him, clawing the sheets with her fingernails, feeling the ropes dig into her wrists and ankles. "Awwwwww ... Freddy, make my asshole cum! Fuck me haaarrrdd ... "
"Sheeit!" Fred grunted contemptuously.
He squeezed Margie's huge tits as hard as he could, until her nipples stiffened and throbbed under his palms. He started fucking her ass fast and hard. Cum was oozing freely now from the purplish knob of his cock, and Margie felt his dick growing stiffer inside her. Obviously, Fred was close to blowing his wad.
"That's right, Freddy, that's right!" she whined. Hornily she bucked at him, pulling on the ropes in an effort to fuck him as hard as she could. "Awwww ... yes, you're making me cum! Unhhhh! Oh, I love it ... love your cock ... unhhhhh ... "
"Finger your clitty," Fred muttered. He panted as he hammered his cock up her hole, rhythmically milking her jiggling tits. "Don't be ashamed. Go ahead and jack yourself off!"
Margie was well past the point of having any modesty left. As soon as Fred made the suggestion, she tried to pull her hand free of the straps to beat off her cunt. But it was impossible. The rope only dug more painfully into her wrist.
"Can't do it, huh?" Fred asked sadistically. "Too bad!"
"Take off the rope!" Margie cried. She was completely past the point of shame now. All she could think of was her own raging lust, how good it felt every time Fred packed his dick to the hilt in her asshole. "Aww ... please, I wanna jack off! Unhhhh ... "
"Forget it, baby. The ropes stay on!"
Margie whined and tried to pull her hand free, oblivious to the pain as the thick twine bit into her milk-white skin. But then an almost volcanic force exploded in her ravaged asshole. The pain and pleasure merged into one, and she felt herself being drawn into one of the hardest cums of her life.
"Fuck me, Freddy, fuck me haaard!" she bellowed. Convulsively she jerked and flopped on the bed, desperately trying to get another throbbing inch of her husband's dick inside her asshole. "Fuck my ass ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming! Unngggghhhh! Oh yes, oh God ... ahhhh ... cummmmiiiing ... "
The spasms bored intensely through Margie's loins. Her asshole sucked around the hardness of Fred's dick. Her empty cuntal walls pulsed in and out. Margie shut her eyes and fell moaning onto the bed. She panted quickly so that she wouldn't faint.
The next thing she knew, Fred had pulled his cock from her asshole and was kneeling on the mattress next to her head, thrusting his rock-hard dick into her face.
"Suck it!" Fred commanded fiercely. " Suck the cum out of my prick!"
"Unh ... " Margie sighed. She fluttered her eyes open and looked dazedly at the stiff male organ twitching before her lips. Fred's cock was soaked with Vaseline and his own dribbling cum. The flesh of his hard-on reeked from the smell of her asshole. "Fred, what do you ... ohhh!"
"I said, suck my dick, you fucking cunt!" Fred shouted. "I want you to drink my cum!"
Fred grabbed Margie's hair and pulled her face viciously onto the bloated, cum-smeared knob of his prick. He thrust his hips forward, stabbing his pulsing cock at her lips.
"Oh, Freddy!"
At any other time, Margie would have adamantly refused to suck Fred's dick under such conditions, even under the threat of torture. But now her whole body tingled with the aftermath of her cum. She felt very grateful to her husband, submissively willing to do whatever he desired.
Margie willingly parted her lips. Fred chuckled and shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth. She clasped her lips around the warm, rubbery stiffness of his dick, her tongue making slurping sounds around the spongy knob of his prick. Eagerly she began to suck off his dick with the shameless hunger of her lust.
"Ahhhh ... " Fred sighed. "Oh fuck, is that good ... ahhhh ... "
Fred twisted his wife's hair to hold her head in position. Then he feverishly began to buck his hips, savagely fucking his rock-hard dick in and out of her mouth.
"Unngggghhhh ... " Margie burbled. Her cheeks flushed as her husband rammed his cock down her throat. She flared her nostrils to breathe around the burning thickness of his prick. Then she sucked harder and harder, caving in her cheeks to work on the flesh of his dick. "Oh, Freddy ... tastes good ... ummmmmm ... "
"Gonna cum!" Fred gasped. He pumped his hips harder, cruelly hammering more and more of his long blue-veined cock down her warm throat. "Suck it, Margie ... be a good girl ... suck up my cum ... "
Margie rolled her tongue all over Fred's bulbous oozing knob, tightening her lips around the pole of his dick. For an instant, the shaft of his meat grew a little longer and stiffer in her mouth.
Then he came.
A white gusher of jism spurted out of his cockhead's slit, shooting deep down Margie's throat. Margie felt his warm cream pumping from his dick, and she panted through her nostrils, shamelessly gulping down all his squirting cum.
The jism still pouring from his dick, Fred pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth. The last violent spurts gushed onto Margie's cheeks and nose and hair, covering her face with dripping white cum.
Margie licked the cream from her lips and smiled. It was the best fuck Fred had given her since their wedding night.