Chapter 5
Even though it was around midnight, Debbie got home before Frank. After showering she was still not tired, so she decided to watch TV. If Frank walked in, she would tell him that's what she had been doing all evening.
She settled into her favorite chair, punching the remote control device. The first thing up was some ranting preacher, then, a boring guest host was filling in for Johnny Carson. The two late movies were dogs.
The fifth channel Debbie switched to got her attention. She lurched forward in her chair when it came on, blinking her eyes like she didn't believe what she saw.
It was a football game, locked in overtime. A football game that, according to Frank, wasn't supposed to be on.
For the first time in their marriage Debbie, was suspicious of her husband. He had lied to her when he had said he was going out because there was no game on TV tonight. Why? Did he have something to hide?
"Another woman," Debbie guessed aloud. She didn't know whether to be angry or intrigued. Debbie immediately found herself wondering what kind of other woman Frank would be attracted to. Short or tall? Aggressive or passive? Was she beautiful?
And, most important, what kind of fuck was she?
Just then, as if he had entered through some chamber in Debbie's mind rather than the front door, Frank appeared. Both were surprised to see each other. The football game was blaring on the set, so there was no avoiding the issue.
"No game on tonight, huh?" Debbie snapped, her ears tingling from the shrillness in her voice.
Frank was obviously not prepared for this confrontation. He hemmed and hawed, but could produce no words.
Debbie could not control her urge to know.
"Who is she?" she recklessly blurted at her husband. "Who are you fucking behind my back, you bastard? It won't do you any good to deny it."
"Now . . . now, Debbie . . . don't get excited," Frank finally managed to speak.
"Then you admit you've been balling another woman, you son of a bitch?" Debbie snarled.
She was out of her chair, advancing on Frank, her temper bubbling. She never would have thought she could be so enraged by her husband's infidelity. But then, she had never considered the possibility of Frank cheating on her in the first place. Her own affairs had no bearing on her reaction. She viewed Frank as her personal property, a possession, and for another woman to get it on with him was theft.
"I won't stand for it, Frank!" Debbie exclaimed. "You're mine!"
She hurled herself at her husband, attacking him. Frank grabbed her arms, trying to hold her off. They struggled. Arms and legs got tangled up and there was a sudden collapse.
Debbie and Frank crashed to the floor, rolling and thrashing after they landed. In the melee, Debbie's robe fell open. When Frank overpowered her, pinning her shoulders to the carpet, Debbie realized that she was virtually naked beneath him.
Frank realized it too. As he caught his breath, licking some blood from a scratched lip, he stared at Debbie's bare, squirming body. His gaze was so intense it was as though he had just seen his own wife in the nude for the first time.
"What in hell do you think you're looking at?" Debbie seethed when she felt Frank's eyes on her tits.
"God, Debbie," Frank rasped, "you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"And just how many have you been seeing lately, anyway?" Debbie shot back, but the anger in her voice had lessened.
"Never mind any other women," Frank said. "Right now, you're the only one I want."
Debbie couldn't help but notice the thick, throbbing mass at the taut crotch of Frank's pants. And once she did she couldn't help the moist, tingling reaction in her cunt.
She wondered if this was the way it was for a rape victim. After her original struggle, what happened when the victim actually realized what steel she had put in her attacker's cock? In a very real way it was something for a woman to be proud of.
"Jesus, Frank," Debbie uncontrollably panted. "You're a different guy when you're like this. So macho."
She twisted one of her arms free and fingered the outline of Frank's cock and balls.
"Oooooh, take your cock out, Frank," Debbie pleaded, her self-control gone. "Let me see it, please. I'll bet it's never been harder."
Frank didn't say anything. His only reply was the downward whirring of his fly.
"Give it to me!" Debbie cried, digging her fingers into Frank's open zipper.
She tugged Frank's cock and balls out through the leg-hole of his jockey shorts. Frank's prick was even stiffer and larger than she'had expected it to be. When she closed her mouth over the cock-head and began sucking dick, Debbie could not recall ever going down on a hard-on that turned her on more than her husband's did now.
"Oh, Baby, suck me, suck me," Frank huskily responded. "Nobody can eat my prick the way you can."
Debbie's lips slowly traveled along the thick shaft of Frank's dick, as she started taking his cock-head in her throat.
"That's it, Baby, suck me all the way down," Frank groaned. "Swallow my whole cock. Every inch. Then you won't have to blow me anymore . . . 'cause I'll be fucking you in the mouth."
Within seconds, she was deep-throating Frank's dick. She fell back on the floor, her husband on top of her.
His cock buried in her mouth, Frank pressed his crotch against Debbie's face. His hard-on was using Debbie's mouth as a cunt.
His cock-surges got stronger and stronger. The back of Debbie's skull bounced against the floor, and her throat felt as though it were being fucked raw. Frank's prick was driving, pumping, moving ceaselessly.
"Gonna come in your mouth, baby!" Frank declared. "You'll never be able to swallow it all, there's gonna be so much jizz shooting out of my cock."
Debbie doubted that. She doubted that any force on the planet could keep her from gulping down every precious drop of the cum she eagerly awaited from Frank's prick.
Frank's dick erupted, the bursting head several inches down Debbie's throat. At first the cum flowed faster than Debbie could swallow it and she had to expand her cheeks to contain the excess as it backed tip into her mouth. Not a drop was spilled. By the time Frank's cock lost steam, Debbie was in complete control. She gulped down the jism eagerly and expertly.
"Debbie, you're something else," Frank said with awe as he removed his drained prick from his wife's mouth. "You drank all that jizz. More than I've ever come. Shit, when the jizz was shooting out of my dick into your mouth, it felt like more than any man has ever come."
"If I knew it was always going to be this sweet, I'd find a way to bottle your cum by the quart," Debbie gurgled, grooving on the raunch in her voice. As she spoke, tiny bubbles of leftover jism clustered at the corners of her mouth, and thin strands of it joined her lips and teeth.
"God, you make me hot," Frank responded. "Even after all that jizz, my prick is still hard as a rock."
"Mmmm, I know, I know," Debbie seductively murmured, fingering the throbbing column of her husband's rigid cock. "What are you planning to do about it, stud?"
Frank just laughed.
Now he moved down Debbie's body until he was kneeling between her legs. Debbie put her knees up, spreading her thighs to the limit. Then she pushed her pussy lips with her fingertips and stretched her fuck-hungry cunt wide-open.
"Stick it in. Put your dick in my pussy," Debbie urged, talking as dirty as she could. "Fuck me with your big, bad cock until I scream."
The knob of Frank's hard-on now throbbed just inside Debbie's cunt. Then there was a shove. Half of the shaft of Frank's prick joined the cock-head within Debbie's tight, wet fuck-hole.
This was enough penetration for Debbie's hips to begin rocking in the classic fucking motion. Her ass rolled and her thighs quivered.
"More . . . more cock, Frank," Debbie gasped.
"Fuck my cunt with every inch of your beautiful prick."
Frank's cock abruptly stabbed to the squeezing depths of his wife's gash.
"Ahhhh, that's it," Debbie groaned with delight. "Your prick feels so big in my cunt, Frank. Bigger than it's ever seemed. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Sucking Debbie's tits while he fucked her twat, Frank brought his large hands up under his wife's bottom and clutched her asscheeks. Frank's steel-hard cock was driving in and out of Debbie's pussy, his thrusts savage. Debbie writhed with excitement.
"Just keep grabbing my ass, stud," Debbie told Frank. "Because if you don't hold on, I'll come so hard I'll shake us apart."
"Don't worry, Baby, I'm on board for the whole ride," Frank answered. "Let 'er rip, Debbie, let yourself go."
Then she was screaming at the top of her lungs. "Christ, I'm coming! Coming so strong!" Debbie howled. "Don't want it to ever stop! Keep fucking me, Frank, fuck me with everything you've got! Ram my cunt with your big cock!"
"Shit, Debbie, you make me want to split you in two," Frank said. "I really want to sock it to you. Never felt exactly this way the whole time we've been married. Can't fuck you hard enough. Wrap your legs around me, baby," Frank urged.
Debbie joyously did as she was told. She scissored her husband with her long legs, crushing her crotch against his groin. The connection of his cock and her pussy was rubbing up a storm. Debbie reached a second climax.
Moaning, grunting and groaning, husband and wife were fucking as they never had before in five years of marriage. Even on their honeymoon they hadn't balled like this.
As Frank fucked her, Debbie slipped off into a steamy fantasy. She and Frank were starring in a porno movie. One of the TV networks, so far behind in the ratings that they were desperate, had bought the rights and was showing it in prime time. Millions of Americans were watching close-ups of Debbie's hairy, wet cunt as Frank's big cock shafted it.
Then Debbie had a third orgasm. There was no room for fantasy now. Debbie was on fire inside.
"Coming, coming, coming!" Debbie chanted. "I'm coming so good!"
"Ready for some company, Babe?" Frank asked. "Because my cock's gonna blow. I'm gonna be coming right along with you."
"Shoot it into me, Frank!" Debbie shrieked with anticipation. "Fill my cunt with your hot jizz? Blast me!"
"It's a pleasure," Frank grunted with a whamming cock-thrust to the core of his wife's deep fuck-hole.
Crammed deep into Debbie's pussy, the head of Frank's prick swelled and then erupted. Scorching jism flooded Debbie's twat.
"Oooooh, your cum is so hot, Frank," Debbie reacted. "It's burning up my pussy. Give me more . . . more . . . more jizz."
Spurting again and again, Frank's cock kept coming long after it seemed possible for it to continue doing so. This was a fuck of fucks.
At last Frank's prick was spurting no more. Debbie's cunt was awash with jism and the excess leaked into the hollows of her crotch and the split of her ass. When Frank removed his drained cock from her twat, Debbie rubbed the jizz all around.
Watching as Debbie made a sticky mess of her crotch, Frank sighed with lust, turned-on as ever. His cock remained stiff, ready to spring back into action at a moment's notice.
Debbie noticed her husband's hard-on and sighed, "Mmmmm, look at you. You really must have a bone in your cock to keep it that hard after fucking my mouth and cunt. Ready to ball me again, stud?"
"Am I still breathing?" Frank chuckled. "Can't fuck you enough, Debbie. Just tell me how you want it this time around and I'll be driving my cock into you before you know it."
"Well, uh, let's just see if you can figure out where you're supposed to fuck me next," Debbie coyly teased.
She rolled over. Then, kneeling, she slowly raised her bottom into the air.
Her hands reached behind, gripping the globes of her rump. She pried them open. Her asshole throbbed.
"One guess where I want your cock this time,"
Debbie cooed.
"You horny bitch," Frank rasped. "You want to get fucked in every hole, don't you? Anyplace you can get it! God, Debbie, your ass is beautiful. Can't wait to sink my cock into that tight hole all the way to my balls."
"Then do it, do it!" Debbie urged.
"You're sure you can take my whole prick in your ass?"
"As sure as I'm living, Frank. Fuck me in the ass!"
Frank fit his cock-head into the puffy dent of Debbie's ass, pressing lightly at first. Then the knob of his dick penetrated. Inch after thick inch of shaft followed. It was a steady advance, both partners moaning in anticipation of a glorious butt-fuck.
During their years together, Frank and Debbie had played around with the idea of doing it in her ass, but had never gone all the way with the idea. Being man and wife seemed to stand in the way of them completely letting go, as though living day-in and day-out under the same roof called for restraint. But now, with Frank's cock finally bulling up Debbie's shitpit, such caution was a thing of the past.
"Deeper, deeper!" Debbie pleaded for the whole of her husband's cock up her ass. "All the way!"
The last of Frank's dick plowed into Debbie's butt. It hurt. The kind of pain that the horniest of women welcome with every fiber of their being.
"Christ, your big cock is killing me! Ripping me up!" Debbie cried. "And don't you know just how much! love it, stud!"
"I really didn't think your ass could take my whole prick," Frank admitted. "But now that it's in there, butt-fucking you to my balls, I'm not going to let up a goddamn bit."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both!"
"Mmmm, music to my ears," Debbie swooned.
Frank leaned forward, grabbing Debbie's tits for balance as he butt-fucked her. His cock-thrusts rattled her from head to toe. The action was brutal.
"Kill me! Murder me!" Debbie screeched.
Frank's stiff prick was a piledriver in his wife's ass. The cock-surges were devastating. Debbie was suffering in glory.
"What a climax!" she reported on her latest orgasm. "Even better than the ones I had when you balled my pussy. A cock in the ass is the best. The tops. A goddamn fucking miracle!"
"You're the miracle, baby," Frank responded, his cock pumping ceaselessly into his wife's spasming shithole. "All this time we've been married, I never saw you the way I'm seeing you now. God, I'm a lucky man to have a mouth, cunt and ass like yours to fuck."
Driven by lust, Frank started fingering Debbie's cunt while he continued butt-fucking her. As he fingerfucked Debbie's twat, he could feel his prick balling her ass. Pounding rapidly into Debbie with his fingers and cock, Frank would not last very long. He had to come right now.
"I'm letting go!" he bellowed, his dick abruptly spurting its juice into the pit of his wife's ass. At the same time his fingers clawed the interior of Debbie's twat, the jagged masculine nails gouging the delicate female lining.
Debbie's own orgasm doubled its intensity as Frank both shot his wad into her butt and reamed her cunt.
"Shoot it into me! Swamp my butt with your hot jizz!" Debbie pleaded for every scalding drop of cum she could get in her ass. At the same time she clamped her pussy walls, locking Frank's fingers deep within her cunt. She wanted it all, for as long as she could get it.
But, of course, Frank was only human. His cock could not squirt for more than a few seconds. Things were winding down, and even Debbie, for all her tireless horniness, could not keep the wind in her husband's sails.
"Too bad something so perfect has to end," she sighed when she recognized that Frank's cock had squirted its last in her ass.
Frank withdrew his spent dick from Debbie's cum-soaked ass and his fingers from her cunt with damp pops, falling back in exhaustion.
"I've had it," he admitted. "My cock's useless. Couldn't fuck you anymore if my life depended on it."
"Don't worry about a thing, love," Debbie sighed, rolling over into her elbows to face her tired husband. "Everything's got to end sometime. Just so long as you did your best, stud--and, believe me, you did. Oh, God, did you! What fucking!"
"We've been married five years and you never told me anything like that before," Frank pointed out with a crooked grin on his face.
"Maybe the perfect fuck only comes along every five years," Debbie teased, rubbing her asshole and cunt so the leaking cum slopped between her fingers.
Laughing like young lovers instead of an old married couple, husband wife brought their naked bodies together again. Only this time it was to cuddle rather than ball, what the sex manuals call "afterplay."
Nestling in her husband's arms, Debbie basked in the triumph of what she and Frank had just accomplished. Everything had been flawless--his cock in her mouth, cunt and ass-fucking, then coming--filling her orifices with hot, sticky cum, each load more thrilling than the last. It was the best advertisement for marriage that Debbie could ihink of.
Relaxing in the afterglow of perfect fucking, Debbie couldn't help but wonder if she would still need to fuck other men. The affairs had been necessary until now because Frank's screwing had become stale. But now the guidelines had been rewritten. What was to be gained from fucking other men, Debbie thought, if her own husband could fuck her better than anybody?
On the other hand, what if it were really true that action like this only came along in a marriage once every few years? Was it worth the wait? Worth avoiding other men, Debbie pondered, in order to wait for Frank at his best?
It was all so confusing. She'd think about it later, Debbie decided. Right now she just wanted to cuddle in her husband's muscular embrace. Frank's body felt so good against hers. She felt absolute peace, and wanted nothing to detract from her special glow.
Yes, she'd think about it later.