Chapter 12

Steve wanted to screw her. Just looking at her lying there got him excited. He undressed quickly. Slipping out of his shorts he stroked his cock a couple of times.

"You've got me horny," he warned her. "And you're gonna get fucked."

"I guess it's a husband's right," she said mistily.

Steve wanted to slip it to her from behind. He got some Vaseline. As he eased his slippery cock up her asshole, he got a big job. It slid too easily.

"You're loose," he told her.

"I was just getting ready for you," she told him.

"What were you doing, working out with somebody else?"

"Do you want to know the truth?"

"I'm not certain," Steve told his wife. "I can tell better after you tell me what you've been doing."

"I took on the TV repairman," she fumed.

"That's nice," he complained. "And I was hoping to look at a football game tonight."

"You've got a nerve," she said angrily. "You're more concerned over a damned football game than over who's been screwing me."

"Yeah," he admitted candidly, "I suppose that's the truth. I know the outcome of your sex game. You'll take on any cock you can get. But I don't know the outcome of the football game."

"Damn you," she exclaimed. "Have you no decency?"

"As much as you've got," he told her.

"Thanks a lot," she said as she rolled over.

As he caught sight of her ass he figured it would be fun to screw her there.

"Baby, I would like to take my revenge. I would like to stick it up your butt without the help of any lube job."

"You're a monster," she fumed.

Now that he was naked and behind her, he was determined he would mount her.

"Have a heart," she begged him.

"I'm sorry," he told her, "I don't have a heart. I've just got a hard-on and that'll have to do for now."

Gripping her firmly he plunged his long, hard shaft up her ass crack. She let out a squeal of pain and protest.

"What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" she objected.

"Screw you," he told her. "That's what. Now lie back, baby, and enjoy it."

His long, hard penis thrust up her asshole. She twisted and turned. "Stop it," she protested. "Damn you, stop it."

She hated the feel of it sliding up her. Nevertheless, she confessed she had to accept him.

"Oh, baby," he told her anxiously, "it feels so good. I like to hear you cry out in pain. That's part of my pleasure."

"You're a sex animal," she shrieked. "I hate you, I hate you!"

"More, more," he laughed. "Oh, baby, the more uptight you get the more pleasure I get."

When it was obvious to her that he was telling the truth, judging from the way he was slamming up her asshole, she figured she'd better keep quiet. However, Steve still wanted more.

"Grind your ass around," he demanded. "I want to feel it moving. That's better, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like a pro. Come on, baby, fuck it."

She thrilled to the way he went after it finally. Her ass muscles were stretched. And she was actually enjoying it.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I sure like your butt. It feels super. Twist around."

She ground her hips around.

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Just like I love it. Come on, baby, fuck me. Fuck me."

Steve was happy and excited. She was giving him just the kind of erotic excitement he felt he had coming.

"Yes, yes," Steve cried as his thick prick rammed in up to the hilt. His balls were ready to explode now. He knew it. His breath was coming fast as his heart pounded rapidly,

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck. Puck."

The delicious excitement of what he was doing had him spinning. He was shooting his hot, white spray up her asshole.

Once he had finished giving her the fuck she wanted down deep, he pulled out. Rolling over, she looked at him.

"I've got some good news for you," she told him.

"What do you mean, good news?"

"Simply this," she smiled proudly. "I had sex with a young teenager. And he enjoyed it. Isn't that wonderful?"

Steve was frightened. He knew that his wife had gone too far.

"Do you realize what you've done?"

"Of course I do," she assured him. "I've helped educate one of our youth."

"You miserable slut," he said as he paced the floor. "You're a molester. Damn you, you could get thrown in jail. If there is anything that could get you in trouble, it's that. How would you like to be locked up and have the jailer throw away the key?"

"That would depend on the jailer, of course," she quipped.

"I don't find it funny," he told her.

"You never did have a sense of humor," she reminded him.

Steve was worried. He knew that he had to make his wife understand what a revolting thing she had done.

"Why don't you take me out for dinner tonight?" she suggested slyly.

"Reward you?" he shrieked. "For making our life a holy hell?"

"Baby," she chided him, "you're getting too uptight. You need to relax. Maybe you should have a drink."

"I should have my head examined by a shrink," he told her. "I must have been out of my mind to marry you. You're really something."

It was obvious to him that he had to teach her a lesson.

"I'm sorry, honey," she told him finally. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"People who do some of the worst things don't mean to cause any trouble," he explained to her, "but you've got to wise up and look at reality. Honey, don't you understand?"

"I guess so," she told him.

"You don't understand anything," he shuddered. "You apparently have lost sight of your morality. There was a time I could trust you. But I can't anymore. You have no character."

"I think I'm quite a character," she laughed.

Steve got dressed and left her alone. He went to the neighborhood bar. The bartender called his attention to a girl who was sitting at the end of the bar.

"What do you think of her?" he asked anxiously.

"Good-looking blonde."

"She's cool," the bartender told him. "I've had her. She suck and fucks and will do everything. Even lick my asshole. She'll lick yours, if you'd want it."

He suddenly had a wild idea.

"Maybe I should hire her to teach my wife as lesson."

"Having troubles?"

"You bet your ass I am," Steve admitted. "My wife is really a problem child. She wants to play around. She says she doesn't care if I do. But I know it's just talk. I know she'd get jealous as hell if I came home with a nice chick who wanted to give me a good time. I ought to do that. Make her lie there and watch me having fun."

"All right," the bartender told him, "why don't you extend her an invitation?"

Steve laughed as he took his drink and walked to the end of the bar. The gorgeous, dazzling blonde that was sitting there was everything but the homebody type. She had breasts that popped right out of her blouse that would turn any man on.

"How are you doing, beautiful?" he asked her with a smile.

"Just fine," she cooed deliriously and knowingly.

He bought her a drink.

"I've got a problem," Steve told her.

"Doesn't every man?" she asked, glancing down between his legs.

"Yes, I've got that problem, too," he told her, "and I'm sure that you could take care of me. But the problem I'm thinking of, baby, is this. I have a wife who is so beautiful that her vanity has gotten the better of her. She needs to be brought down to earth."

"If you expect me to do any les action," the girl told him frankly, "that's not for me. I have a few principles. Not many, but that's one. I don't screw women."

"What gives?" Steve asked her. "I never mentioned you fucking with my wife. I want you to fuck with me."

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I had a miserable time last night. Some horrible guy takes me home to his wife and expects me to ball her. Can you imagine such a thing? Hands me a dildo and tells me to strap it on and fuck her."

"So what did you do?"

"Naturally, I fucked her," she explained. "A girl has to earn a living. But it's not my line of trade. That's a specialty number."

"You're interesting," he told her.

"Also available," she laughed. "What's your name, tiger?"

"Steve," he smiled, "and what's yours?"

"Anne," she told him.

"All right, Anne," he told her, "get your fanny off that bar stool and come home with me. You've as much as got fifty bucks in your purse."

"You sure I don't have to do any perverse things?" she asked him.

"Not anything you haven't done before," he assured her.

"All right," she agreed.

When he got home he introduced Anne to his distraught wife who was still lying on the bed bare-ass naked. Only now she was loaded. She had a drink on the night stand that she'd just finished. Looking up at Steve she slurred her words.

"What did you drag home, honey?"

"I told you," Anne reminded him, "I won't fuck your wife."

"What are you talking about, you lecherous thing?" Melinda demanded. "I wouldn't consider having sex with another woman.

"Just clearing the atmosphere, honey," Anne smiled.

At this point Steve stripped. Anne did, too.

"That's fifty in advance," she smiled quickly.

He paid her. Then they got in bed.

"Well, I like that," Melinda complained. "You've sure got a nerve to bring another woman here. After all I've meant to you."

"That's a laugh," he told her. "You've never been loyal to anyone but yourself and you know it. Now you just watch and see how a good woman fucks and sucks. Anne, you can do anything. You name it and do it."

"Have you got any honey in the house?"

"Sure," Steve told her.

He got off the bed and went into the kitchen.

When he was out of the room, Anne turned to Melinda.

"Your husband thinks the world of you," she told her. "I'm just here as a foil. I'm supposed to get you jealous. I just thought I'd clue you in. You have a good husband. Be loyal to him."

"Thanks for telling me," Melinda smiled without humor.

Returning with the honey container, Anne made no bones about what she wanted to do with it.

"On your back and up your ass," she told him.

He got on his back. With his legs upraised, she wasted no time inserting the nozzle of the plastic honey container right up his tight anal channel. She squeezed it.

"Now, baby, doll," she told him, "I'm going to lick it out. I always did enjoy a honey-coated asshole."

The beautiful blonde girl first rubbed her big bosoms over his buttocks. Then she let her tongue slip this tight ass crack. Easing her tongue right up his rectum, she was soon tongue fucking him. Anne enjoyed the taste of the honey in his behind.

"Eat me, baby," he begged anxiously. "Now you're doing it, darling. I love it."

Passionately she went on tonguing out his ass. As Melinda watched, she became more and more uptight. She thought it was so unfair of Steve to do something like this. However, she tried to exercise all the self-control she knew how. It wasn't easy.

When she had finished giving him a tongue job, she let her tongue lightly lash across his balls. He enjoyed the erotic sensation of her tongue slipping back and forth across his swelling, hairy testicles.

"Eat my pecker," he told her anxiously.

Opening her mouth, she let Steve slip his huge, thick prick into her.

"I hope you're real hungry," Steve smiled, "because my balls are loaded."

She assured him that she was when she eased her mouth off his penis tip.

"You didn't have to answer with more than a nod," Steve told her. "Don't pull away again. I enjoy it too much having your hot mouth on my big dick."

She went back to sucking on him. Steve reached down and held her in place. He threw one leg over her shoulder as he fucked her face furiously. Melinda was outraged. What an indecent thing for him to do, yet she had to admit to herself that she had done as bad. She began getting a true glimpse of herself. She could see how he could look at her. She had made a disgusting spectacle of herself. She had done something terrifying carrying on with a teenager. She wanted to tell him now. But her husband was lost in his passionate frenzy. Steve's hands gripped Anne's head. He held her in place as he wildly throat fucked her.

His big cock made it difficult for her to breathe. She tried her best.

"I'm almost there," he panted as he went on pumping. "Oh, baby, eat me. Yes. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Keep it up, keep it up."

It wasn't going to be much longer before he was cuming.

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I love it."

All of the sudden his cock exploded.

"Ohhh," he exclaimed, "I'm cuming."

Steve's hot, white juice splattered in her mouth. She gulped greedily, sucking it noisily.

"Do you have to slobber so much?" she asked Anne.

Anne did not reply. She was too busy. Anne finally did take her mouth off him and she looked at Melinda.

"If you like him so much, why are you disloyal to him?"

"To keep women like you in business," she quipped quickly.

Anne knew that wasn't the truth.

"Now, baby," Steve suggested, "how about letting me lick you? Give me that honey,"

Anne was more than willing to roll over and spread her legs. Smoothly Steve slid the plastic honey container nozzle into her pussy. And then squeezing it, he bent over. He licked the honey off her slit. Then he let his tongue slide inside and he licked her in hungry, darting tongue movements. Anne put on quite an act. She felt she was contributing to a needed service to him.

"Ohhh, keep it up," Anne begged. "I love your tongue. Tongue it."

Anne came seconds later. She was Used to responding quickly. It gave a man's ego a good lift. And after all, that was her business. The ego business via the sex trip.

When he had finished sucking on her pussy, Melinda thought she had taken all she could.

"Get out of my house," she exclaimed. "This is my sacred home. I won't have it broken up by a slut."

Anne laughed.

"You've got a gift of gab," she told Melinda, "but the truth is you're the molester. Your husband told me all about you. Wise up, honey, you could serve time for that."

Anne dressed quietly and left. Melinda looked at Steve. She was stone sober now.

"Forgive me," she asked him. "I made a big mistake. I'm really sorry."

"I'll forgive you on one condition," Steve warned her, "and listen close."

"Anything," she responded eagerly.

"I don't want to ever catch you playing around with anybody again," he told her. "Never. I promise you I won't either."

"Oh, baby," Melinda exclaimed happily, "that worthless bitch brought us together. I should send Anne a thank-you note."