Phil Hartley ran his eyes approvingly over his wife's trim, supple figure as she returned to the table, carrying the coffeepot.
"And I just couldn't believe it when he gave me the part - out of the dozens who were auditioning!"
Phil was hardly listening to what Linda was saying. He knew she was excited about landing the leading part in the play the local amateur drama society was putting on, but right now, he was interested in one thing only...
Two months had gone by since their wedding day and Phil was still as passionately fascinated as ever in his beautiful young bride. He had always been told that ardor waned after the honeymoon, but things weren't that way for him... yet. Far from it! He could hardly wait to get home from work so he could be with Linda again. Of course, he would like to go right into the bedroom with her as soon as he got home, but she didn't want any of that. She liked the ritual of a drink, then dinner, and then, later, making love just before they went to sleep.
A tiny shiver of pleasure coursed through him as he continued to stare at her perfectly molded body, revealed and accentuated alluringly by a thinly clinging dress. He could see the sweep of her bare, tanned thigh sliding out from the edge of the short dress, and a convulsive shudder urged his awakening cock into rigidity.
"So don't be too upset if you have to make do with a sandwich sometimes for dinner during the next few weeks of rehearsals. After all, "Miss Julie" is a pretty big part, with a lot of lines, and I really want to do a good job."
Linda's face was animated with excitement and enthusiasm and Phil had hardly ever seen her look so beautiful, and provocative. He knew that she found life just a bit too boring in their new suburban neighborhood and he was glad that she had found something to occupy her time... as long as it didn't take up too much of it!
Phil got up from the table, his coffee half-finished.
"You look fabulous tonight, darling," he whispered, his hands gently caressing her rounded shoulders.
"You haven't been listening to a word I've said," Linda pouted, irritated at her young husband's lack of response to her exciting news.
"Sure I have, honey," he objected, "but right now, I'm much more interested in something else... " His fingers tightened on her shoulders, and he thought for a fleeting moment that he felt her stiffen under his touch.
He reached down swiftly and began to trail a path of hot burning kisses along the swan-like length of her golden neck, nuzzling aside the long delicate strands of her flaxen hair.
"Oh Phil, I thought I'd just run through the play quickly. Our first rehearsal is tomorrow and I want to know a little about it... "
"Leave it till tomorrow!" Phil suggested. "You'll have plenty of time to read it when I've gone to work."
Linda suppressed a sigh. She had been looking forward to settling down with the Strindberg play after dinner, but she might have known that Phil would be in one of his amorous moods again - just like he was every night!
"But it's not even ten o'clock yet," she protested halfheartedly, but she knew Phil's mind was made up. She had to admit to herself that she really didn't feel like making love, but she couldn't bring herself to tell her new husband that she wasn't in the mood. He just didn't go for anything like that, and the only time she had tried to make an excuse, when she had genuinely been exhausted, he had gotten really angry and upset about it, and she had a feeling that if she hadn't acquiesced that time, he might have forced her to submit to him. She really didn't like that old-fashioned streak in him which made him think in terms of "his rights" and "her duty," but she knew it useless to try and change him.
She walked slowly into the bedroom, wondering why she suddenly felt cold and lifeless. I should be the happiest girl in the world, she told herself sternly. A wonderful husband, a beautiful new home, and now this leading role in "Miss Julie" - something I've always wanted.
But she couldn't find any pleasure, for once, in thinking about her good luck. Maybe I'm just tired and tense after the excitement of the day...
She shrugged out of her dress, keenly aware of her husband's excited gaze on her half-naked body. He always liked to get into bed first and then watch her undress. In fact, he wanted her to make a little ritual out of taking off her brassiere and panties, but she had refused outright. She was barely accustomed to undressing in the same room with a man let alone acting like a strip teaser.
"There's no need for that!" he called suddenly as she reached for her sheer black nightie. Linda sighed with irritation. After all the time and trouble she had taken choosing beautiful and exciting nightgowns, he never wanted her to wear one. Even when she did come to him sheathed in soft diaphanous nylon, he always impatiently pulled it off, barely noticing it. I suppose I should be pleased he's so interested and aroused by me, she consoled herself as she moved slowly over towards the bed. She kept her eyes down, feeling awkward and embarrassed in her complete nakedness, aware that her husband's impassioned eyes were burning into her quivering flesh. She had barely reached the bed when he reached out for her and pulled her down beside him.
His mouth found hers immediately and ground down in a tight, demanding kiss, his tongue eagerly parting her sparkling white teeth and uniting with her own inert tongue. His arms were clasped around her and already she could feel the hard insistent nudging of his fully erect penis, jabbing at the softness of her trembling inner thigh.
Phil released her and at once his hands dropped to her knees and parted the slender columns of her legs, revealing the moist vertical furrow of her reluctantly waiting pussy. He felt a lustful tingle course along his spine as he stared at the pinkly glistening split, surmounted by a tangle of golden curls, and he parted her silk-smooth thighs even more, to afford him complete access to the enticing cuntal cleft.
The gently churning orifice between the thinly-haired outer lips beckoned to him with hypnotic force and he could barely restrain himself from lunging forward immediately. But he wanted to prolong the thrill of entry for as long as possible, and savor the anticipatory pleasure. Linda was stretched out beneath him like a beautiful golden goddess, looking, to his adoring eyes, almost inviolable. But that was part of the pleasure, too - realizing again that she belonged to him, that she had to bend herself to his will.
The beautiful haughty blonde that he had finally won was his, and had been since the day of their marriage two months earlier, and even now, he could still hardly believe his luck. That he, Phil Hartley, had succeeded in winning the most popular girl in college, not to mention the most gorgeous... and now she was untouchable, inviolate, to every man but himself!
Suddenly, Phil knew he couldn't hold back a minute longer. With a deep grunt of animal passion, he swiftly guided the lust-bloated head of his throbbing penis towards the small, quivering opening of her cunt. Without hesitation, he rammed forward., all thoughts except the satiating of his burning desire banished from his head.
"Aaaaaarrrrrhhhhh... stop... you're hurting me!" Linda called out piteously, unable to help herself. Desperately she struggled as the blood-swollen rod of flesh skewered relentlessly up into her totally unprepared cuntal flesh, but she was hopelessly impaled, her long slender legs ruthlessly splayed by her husband's strong, unyielding hands.
He continued to drive his passion-distended cock into the trembling depths of his young wife's cringing vagina, until it finally hit up against the tender mouth of her cervix deep inside, and it was sunk to the hilt in the dark, futilely resisting passage. He held it there for a long moment, the churning sac of his balls wedged firmly between the upraised cheeks of her ass. Then he began to withdraw, pulling out easily with a lewd wet, sluicing sound. When just the burgeoning cockhead was still tightly enclosed, he lunged forward again, this time burying his heated male rod without hesitation up between his lovely young wife's parted thighs.
His hands tightened on the voluptuously soft flesh of her hips as he began to saw into her with deep hard strokes, his granite-firm cock slicing through her with precision plunges. Linda lay almost immobile beneath him, but for once, he didn't care about her lack of response. He was completely wrapped up in the overwhelming ripples of pleasure which were eddying through him, making him shiver in sensual ecstasy. In fact, his wife's utter unresponsiveness added to the feeling of masculinity and power which he was experiencing, and he felt her to be completely his slave, an unwilling victim to his sexual desire.
Hungrily, he reached down and grabbed the firmly upthrust mounds of her breasts, closing his fingers in greedily on the satiny flesh. The turgid little nipples were hard against his palms and he drubbed them mercilessly, coaxing them into even greater rigidity. His fingers left reddish streaks on the cream-like flesh, just as they had raised tiny welts on her hips moments before when he held her immobile under his driving thrusts.
His whole body was on fire with unbelievable sensations. He was battering against her with increasing tempo, his voice sounding in incoherent, animalistic grunts.
"Oooooohhhhhhh... aaaaaarrrrrr rhhhhhh... " Linda sighed, unable to stop herself voicing her objection and resentment of what was happening to her. Phil knew she didn't like him to be so rough... why was he treating her as if she were just a sex object, a mindless being with just a body, to be used as he wanted? Anger seethed inside her. She didn't want this subservient emotion. She wanted to feel happy, aroused, satisfied. She should be feeling a sense of exhilaration, she knew, instead of this disruptive resentment.
But the worst thing was, her husband didn't even seem to notice. He was completely oblivious to her feelings... he had to be, or else he wouldn't be treating her like this... as if she were just a whore off the street.
Her burning anger threatened to erupt into a raging fire of fury, and she tried desperately to keep the smoldering flames down.
The next time would be better, she told herself insistently, it's just that you're over excited about the play...
She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the clamoring of her inner feelings, praying that this brutal love-making would be over soon, before she gave vent to her real emotions. It would be disastrous if that happened. What would Phil say, if she told him what she was really thinking, that she wanted him to leave her alone, that she didn't enjoy his so-called love-making which was really only, as far as she was concerned, crude fornication? He'd be hurt and disgusted beyond belief - he probably would never forgive her. But did she really want him to leave her alone? Did she... ?
Her tumultuous thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a hoarse, almost bestial moan, and she realized that her husband was climaxing.
His entire body stiffened with almost unbearable tautness. His hands were like steel claws digging into her tender flesh as he hovered there for a moment, like a giant bird of prey, before soaring down to capture his helpless victim.
And, seconds later, his scream...
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH... OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!"
Then he was pounding against her, his blood-filled cock like a battering ram between her sorely stretched legs, filling her completely as he plummeted again and again into her hidden vaginal depths.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhh... " he moaned again, as the first scalding stream of white-hot fluid erupted from the dark swollen cavern of his testicles and rushed headlong into the openly presented warmth of her cuntal depths.
Her nakedly trembling belly felt flooded with the burning liquid. It seemed to seep into every crease and crevice of her vagina, before it began to trickle slowly out again around the still pumping length of her husband's seemingly tireless penis.
At last, she felt it begin to deflate inside her helplessly deluged cuntal passage, and it slipped wetly away, now limp and inert.
She could hear her husband's heavy, uneven breathing, and she wondered if he was already asleep. But after a few moments, he began to stir and then she realized that he had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Moments later, the steady drone of the shower penetrated her half-conscious brain.
If only he'd said something, she said miserably, turning her face into the pillow. A great well of loneliness and self-pity sprang up inside her, and the tears rushed to her eyes. The marriage she had looked forward to for so long was turning out to be far different from what she had expected. A vision of countless similar nights in the future, when Phil would first make love to her, and then forget almost completely about her when he was satisfied, rose up in her troubled mind, and she was glad that the noise of the shower drowned out, even to her own ears, the convulsive sobs which engulfed her.
* * *
The needle-sharp spray of the shower tingled Phil's skin and seemed to inject him with new energy. The very hot jet of water also seemed to wash away the doubts and uncertainties which had assailed him when he had finally slipped away from his inert wife. He had expected to feel, as he had in the beginning, the thrill of primitive satisfaction, a sensation of masculine power. But this time, it was missing. Completely. And he was left with just a gnawing emptiness.
He couldn't bring himself to say anything to his silent young wife... what could he say? That she was a disappointment to him as a woman? That she was unable to satisfy him? No, he couldn't bring himself to confide his thoughts like that in his wife... but he was right, wasn't he? Tonight wasn't the first time he had sensed that something was wrong between them. When they were first married, Phil was sure that Linda would get over the shyness and reticence which, in a way, he found charming. But instead of getting better, things only seemed to be getting worse. At first, she had welcomed him with open arms, telling him again and again that, although she didn't actually reach a climax, she enjoyed and wanted his love-making. But as the weeks wore on, she seemed to enjoy it less and less, and now, she didn't even pretend that she was interested in him.
A surge of anger coursed through him as his masculine pride was stung to the quick. The magnificent promise that she had held for him, the intimation of alluring reward that she had dangled before him when they were engaged was now proving to be empty. He recalled involuntarily how he used to long to possess that magnificent lithe body, to know the secrets of the golden valleys and recesses of her provocative flesh. But she had held out in the face of all his persuasions, and had remained a virgin until their wedding night. At first, he remembered bitterly, she seemed to be all he had thought she would be. But of late... Oh Christ, it's not my fault! he told himself harshly. I've tried, but I don't know how to get through to her...
The nagging voice of his conscience interrupted his thoughts. But you didn't try very hard tonight!
Phil's anguished mind slid back over the moments before their love-making. He remembered how exciting she had looked as she undressed. He could see clearly the voluptuously sculpted perfection of her sleek contours, the casual grace with which she took off her brassiere and panties. She wore a look of half-embarrassment, but at the same time, seemed aware of the power that her attractiveness held over him, and he had become consumed with desire for her.
He recalled that he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her prematurely. He wondered if her slight reluctance made him impatient, afraid that his desire was going to be denied him...
He could feel the familiar stirrings in his now softened cock as he thought of his beautiful young wife, as she had looked stretched out nakedly on the bed beside him, waiting patiently and docilely. By this time, the water had begun to cool off and was now only lukewarm. But Phil hardly noticed it. His thoughts were running rampant in his troubled head, and his body was awakening to a new sensation of almost vicarious pleasure. He had been sexually attracted to Linda from the moment he first saw her, and that attraction hadn't died, even though they had been married for over two months. He certainly hadn't expected to be tired of her after such a short time, but he was sure that the virulent desire he had for her would subside when he became more familiar with the wonders of her beautifully streamlined body.
But instead, he was more obsessed with her now than ever before. He thought that maybe it was because he hadn't succeeded in possessing her completely, body and soul. Some part of her held back and his victory was never complete. At least, he never realized that it wasn't, until afterwards, when the emptiness grew and left him with a hollow feeling. He was aware that his burgeoning cock was by now fully erect again, and almost unconsciously, his hand went down to the turgid shaft and grasped it firmly. He realized now that the shower was cold, and he wanted to turn it off.
But he couldn't. He didn't want to do anything to disturb the fragile web of fantasy he was weaving around himself. His brain was almost feverish with thoughts of his wife, and he couldn't shake loose the images of her naked body which were engraving themselves in his tormented mind. His hand began to move slowly up and down the hard, blood-heated length of his throbbing penis, and the involuntary action seemed to send the blood coursing like wildfire through his veins. His brain, already teeming with obscene thoughts, seemed to be infected by the mad onrush of impassioned blood, and pornographic images twisted and writhed grotesquely before his lust-glazed eyes.
He was like a man in a trance and he didn't know what had happened to him. The insane jerking movements of his hand quickened and his fingers raced up and down the pulsating surface of his lust-inflated rod. There was an unbelievable clamoring in his balls, a tightening which seemed to run right up through his drenched young body and culminate in an almost choking dryness in his mouth.
Dominating everything was the image of his beautiful blonde wife. He felt maddened with desire for her, and fought the urge to dash back into the bedroom, soaking wet as he was, and force her to submit to him again.
Yes, he wanted to do that, but he didn't. He just stood there in the shower, rooted to the spot. He thought of Linda lying in bed in the next room. He imagined her hair, like a golden cloud, fanning out over the pillow, her lovely naked body half-curled in sleep. He thought of her supine and unmoving beneath him as he had fucked her, and remembered how she had seemed oblivious to his love-making.
Conflicting feelings fought desperately inside him. He was angry at her for being so unresponsive, for insulting his manhood with her cold ways. But at the same time, he felt full of love and tenderness for her. He wanted to make things right for her, to show her what love was really like, to make her respond the way he knew she could. But surmounting those feelings, was an overriding desire, almost animalistic in its passionate intensity, to take her and fuck her half to death.
"Oh Christ... Oh Christ... " he breathed hoarsely, running his tongue over his dry lips. His body, wet and cold, felt heated and afire at the same time, and strange quivers cavorted along his spine. He was barely aware that his own hand was manipulating his lustfully pounding cock, but he realized that he was aroused and excited to almost fever pitch.
All at once, the shower cubicle seemed to be swimming around him, and he felt himself caught up in the incessant drone of the needle-fine spray. He reached out blindly with his free hand to steady himself, but couldn't find a support.
And then, at the very moment when the water suddenly changed again from cold to hot, he felt an explosion deep inside him. His entire body felt shattered by a force he didn't immediately recognize, so unprepared mentally was he for the fact that he was reaching a climax!
His pelvis was jerking uncontrollably while his hand slid feverishly up and down the angry red length of the rigidly pumping shaft.
" Aaaaaaahhhhhhh... " he gasped from between clenched teeth, waves of pleasure tingling his flesh and making him shake with overwhelming shudders. The warmth of his self-induced cumming mingled with the actual heat of the shower and he felt as if his body were melting completely, dissolved both from within and on the surface. He was cocooned in the steamy world of the shower, his only companion the flesh-shattering release he was experiencing.
Thoughts of his beautiful young wife gradually faded from his riotous brain and were replaced by a satisfied calmness as his body returned slowly to normal. His orgasm had been swift and unexpected, but it left him feeling cleansed. Renewed, almost, and imbued with a feeling of self-confidence. His obscene masturbation in the shower revived his faith in his manhood and in his power to conquer his beautiful young bride. A primitive surge of animal supremacy flooded through him as he made his way back to the bedroom, still rubbing himself vigorously with the towel. For the first time in weeks, he was able to fall asleep, secure in the belief that things would work out for both of them.
* * *
She had reached the middle of the stage, and stood staring at the huge throng of men who were milling around excitedly a few feet from her. Slowly, she began to unbutton the light robe she was wearing, her eyes sweeping haughtily over the eagerly upturned faces. A loud, admiring gasp sounded as she revealed an enticing glimpse of her naked body, and calmly, she pulled back the edges of the flimsy housecoat.
All at once, the seething mass of men seemed to move closer to her in a unanimous surge, and emboldened, she removed her robe with a swift, graceful gesture.
At the same time, she saw that all the men were also divested of their clothes and were completely naked, like herself.
Just then, a voice rang out over the loudspeaker system. "Gentlemen, tonight's performance is about to begin, starring Mrs. Linda Hartley." Thunderous applause interrupted the announcement and it seemed that the naked mass of men was moving inexorably closer to where she stood. "Now, first volunteer, please!"
Immediately, a tall, burly figure leaped up onto the stage, and before she had a chance to move away, he was pulling her down to the ground. Ruthlessly, her long slender thighs were forced apart, and a muffled moan escaped her dry lips as she felt the hard relentless penetration of the hulking stranger's blood-filled penis. It was like a granite-hard shaft forcing its way into the unprepared depths of her body and she struggled feebly to escape the cruel impalement.
"Now watch closely, gentlemen, and I'm sure Linda will give her usual brilliant performance... " The voice droned out, and something stirred in the depths of her dazed brain. The show must go on, and I must give a good performance, or else I'll lose the part...
In a moment, it was over. The thick-set stranger began to jerk crazily up between her outstretched legs, and she could feel the pervading warmth of his gushing male sperm as it flowed deep into her inner cuntal crevices.
He had hardly withdrawn his now flaccid cock when another figure leaped up and took his place. She was barely aware of a stocky, dark figure, of a shock of jet-black hair, a cruel, sensuous mouth, before her lips were bruised by a hungry demanding kiss. Once again, hard, calloused hands were flattened against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them cruelly apart and she felt the jabbing stiffness of a fully erect cock at the quivering cuntal orifice.
In another moment, the stranger had entered her with his huge blood-distended shaft, and it was tunneling up into her to find the very center of her cunt deep in her defenseless little belly. Almost immediately, her new partner began a rhythmic pumping into her helplessly pinioned young body, and once again, she heard the familiar guttural grunts as he rapidly reached a climax. Instantly, two men jumped up beside her.
"Now boys, take it easy. Remember, one at a time. Everyone will get his chance... " Time seemed to stand still after that, and she was only aware of the continuous stream of men that took their place up between her widespread white legs, and fucked her in turn.
At last, she couldn't take it any longer.
"I've got to go now! My husband will be home! Phil will be back... "
"Now, now, Mrs. Hartley," the robot-like voice droned, "you can't let down your audience... "
"My husband... Phil will be back... Phil... Phil... " Linda sat bolt upright in bed, staring around the half-darkened room. Beside her, Phil was sound asleep. Her mouth felt dry and there was a dull aching sensation up between her trembling legs. Her whole body felt heavy and bruised. Horror engulfed her as the obscene details of her dream came crowding back, filling her brain with lewd details.
Oh God, what's happening to me that I had a disgusting dream like that... Gratefully, she sank back into the warmth of the bed. She was afraid to go back to sleep, for fear of having a lurid repeat of her nightmare, but in spite of herself, she' slipped back quickly into a deep and dreamless sleep, pushing, for the moment, the details of her dream, completely out of her mind.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next week, Linda had hardly any time to wonder about the significance of her dream. She was kept busy with rehearsals, and every spare moment she could snatch from housework she spent going over her lines for the play. She became completely immersed in her role, and secretly began to wonder what she had ever done with herself before she became involved in the Elm Lawn Dramatics Society. She met lots of new people, and for the first time, began to feel at home in the community.
For this new feeling of belonging, she knew she had to thank the Randalls. Of course, if she hadn't seen the notice in the supermarket about the auditions, she'd never have met Russ and Janet, and she was glad that she had taken the first step herself.
The Randalls seemed to take an immediate liking to her, too, and took her under their wing. They were a lot older than she and Phil, but that was all to the good, because Janet Randall was so understanding. She seemed to know instinctively about the problems which beset a young bride, and Linda felt that she had found a friend that she could really trust. Of course, she liked Russ, too, but somehow he seemed a little too slick and debonair for her. But she knew she'd get used to him in time. He had the part of Jean, her servant and future lover in the play, and he was also directing it. Janet was the stage manageress.
Linda was particularly excited when she went to the theater the day when Russ had promised that they'd map out the whole first act. She knew, or at least Russ had explained, that it was actually a two-act play, but that they were combining it to make it a long one-act, with just a. short intermission, because another group hoped to put on "The Bear" the same night.
Russ and Janet were already there when she arrived at the theater. It seemed to Linda that the Randalls spent most of their time there lately, but she realized that they both had heavy commitments. Janet, for instance, was also in charge of costumes, and Russ, of course, had his dual job of actor and director. Carol Thompson, the girl who was playing the housekeeper, and who lived next door to Linda, was not coming tonight, but Janet was going to try and stand in for her.
Linda still felt a little upset because her husband hadn't wanted her to go to rehearsal tonight. It was actually the first rehearsal they'd had in the evening, all the others being in the morning or afternoon. But the Randalls had spent the whole day in Chicago and were only free after dinner. Phil just didn't seem to understand how important this was to her. Linda had only dabbled in drama at college, but she had maintained an interest in it. Now that she had found a wonderful theater group right on her own doorstep, she wasn't going to let go of it... not even for Phil!
"Don't look so worried, Linda... keep that for the second part. Remember, right now you're very daring and sophisticated!" Russ smiled at her as he instructed her, and Linda was annoyed with herself for letting her thoughts show through.
She couldn't help feeling a little in awe of Russ Randall. He had the effect on her of making her feel gauche and unsure of herself, and sometimes she felt she really disliked him. But at the same time, there was something very attractive about him. He was so worldly and self-assured, and Linda thought that he and Janet really made an ideal couple. She was a stunning redhead, with an efficient, cheerful way about her that was in direct contrast with her husband's slow, drawling charm. All told, Linda felt lucky that she had met them and only hoped that Phil would like them, too.
But he had evinced no interest in meeting them. Linda had tentatively suggested that she was thinking of inviting the Randalls over for a drink, but he turned the idea down.
"I hardly ever see you alone," he complained, so she had dropped the idea. Things seemed to be going from bad to worse with Phil, she reflected sadly, only half listening to what Randall was saying. They just didn't seem to be on the same wave-length any more. And the last week was the worst of all. Phil seemed to get more and more impatient with her, and even though he wanted to make love just as often, every night in fact, he was getting less romantic all the time. That really hurt and angered her... the thought that he was just using her body for his own pleasure.
But it was the truth. He just didn't seem interested anymore in making sure that she got equal pleasure out of it, the way he did on their honeymoon and during the following weeks. Now he was acting the way husbands, so she had always been told, acted - turning over and going to sleep without a word afterwards.
"Linda, you're not paying attention," Russ admonished, bringing her back to the present. It was difficult keeping her mind on the instructions he was giving her, when she had to worry about an irate husband at home. Phil had really been upset when he found out that she was going out to rehearsal right after dinner.
"I'm beginning to think you care more about that goddamned play than you do about me!" he had raged, and she had felt desperately like consoling him, reassuring him that she didn't. But she couldn't swallow her pride, and so had stalked out as angry as he. He just doesn't want me to have a life of my own, she told herself, to salve her conscience.
"All right, Linda, let's go through what we've done so far," Russ said, and Linda forced her mind to stay on what she had to do.
It was fun, and Linda found it exciting, even though they were only reading the lines. But doing the actual movements really made it seem as if she was finally acting, and made her feel as if some progress had been made.
She thought secretly that Russ was really very good in the part of the servant, and she wondered if she would appear amateurish in contrast. He moved close to her, still reading his lines, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. His shoulder and thigh was pressed close to her, and instinctively, she moved a step backward.
"No, don't move, Linda. We're supposed to be very close together. Remember, in a short time, we'll be lovers!"
Linda didn't know what came over her in that split second, but for a long moment, she forgot that he was referring to the play. Her eyes flew to his and a deep blush burned her face. Randall was staring straight at her, and she shrank from the sheer, naked desire that was reflected in his eyes. No, I must be imagining it, she told herself, trying desperately to regain her equilibrium. She glanced back at the man standing beside her, but he was already intent on his lines.
Oh God, what a fool I am... what must he think of me?
She tried to concentrate on reading her part, but a part of her brain was excruciatingly aware of his closeness.
And then, she froze, immobile with fear and disbelief.
Her eyes darted back to his face, but she could see nothing reflected in it that acknowledged the unbelievable fact that his hand was casually caressing her breast!
She shot a fearful glance at his wife, but she was also frowning over her lines. Interminable seconds ticked by, and Linda felt as if she had been crystallized into timelessness. That touch wasn't part of the play... she knew that for sure! She was chillingly aware of his illicit touch, and yet, didn't know what to do about it. She should pull back, she knew, out of his reach, but instead, she just stood rooted to the ground. Dear God, what was she to do?...
She breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when she realized that at last the lewd stroking had ceased, and his hand dropped from her quivering breast. Conflicting emotions mingled in her reeling brain. How dare he touch me like that? What does he think I am, anyway? I ought to put him in his place... and quick! But a warning voice intervened. Don't say anything... he might get angry and throw you out of the play... The possibility of not playing "Miss Julie" after all, chilled her bone to the marrow. She just couldn't face Phil if that happened. He'd probably make fun of her, tease her about her hopes and aspirations. No, she couldn't let that happen.
But what if Russ touched her again like that? What if he put his hand on her breast again? She stared at the older man, almost imploringly. No, it won't happen again, she persuaded herself. It was probably an accident... most likely he didn't even notice it...
For the first time, she was almost grateful when Russ called a halt to the rehearsal.
"Let's go get a drink after all this," he suggested jovially. "I know I could do with one!"
"N-No, I can't," Linda heard herself explaining, "Phil is waiting for me... and I said I wouldn't be late."
"Oh, surely you have time for one," Janet said in a disappointed tone.
"No, really I... I'd better get back... " Any other time, Linda would have jumped at the chance to have a quiet drink with her new friends. But after what had happened minutes before, she needed time to think. And the convivial atmosphere of a quiet lounge was not the place. She had to sort out what had happened, and to decide on a possible course of action, one that wouldn't jeopardize her role. On the other hand, she had to decide if the whole incident was accidental, and if she was making a mountain out of a molehill.
"Well, some other time, then," Janet said consolingly, "I remember how it used to be with an amorous young husband!"
I doubt if Phil will be very amorous with me tonight, she told herself ruefully, hoping that his bad humor would have faded, or even better, that he was already in bed.
"We can run you home - there's no need for you to take a cab," Russ suggested, and Linda didn't feel she could refuse. It would certainly save her the trouble of calling for a taxi.
The three of them sat in the front seat, Linda in the middle. She was almost sorry she had declined their offer of a drink, as the short drive was very pleasant and relaxing.
"Drop me off first, honey," Janet said, "and I'll keep the bed warm for you!" She winked broadly at her husband as he turned into the dead end street where they lived.
Linda felt a pang of unease as the gorgeous redhead slid out of the car, leaving her alone with Russ Randall. Although her own home was only a couple of blocks away, she hadn't thought that she'd be alone with him, for even this short length of time.
You're worrying about nothing, she chided herself, willing her tensed body to relax.
She heaved a silent sigh of relief when they pulled up in front of her house. She noticed that the light in the living room was still on, and knew that Phil was waiting for her.
"Thanks for the ride home, Russ," she said, trying to keep her voice normal. "Wednesday's the next rehearsal, right?"
Russ' movement was so swift that she didn't have time to realize what was happening. His arms were around her suddenly, and her head was tilted back. And then, his hot, moist lips were crashing down on hers, cutting off her breath momentarily. Linda's head swam and she couldn't coordinate her thoughts to order her body into resistance.
Randall's mouth was tight and grinding, his teeth cutting into her lips, his tongue forcing its way lewdly in between her teeth. She flinched as it came into contact with her own tongue. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, as it began to swirl slowly around inside the warm moist cavern.
Suddenly, strength came back to Linda with the terrible realization that her husband might be watching her out of the living room window.
She drummed her fists against Randall's hard muscular chest and finally managed to pull her sore, bruised mouth away from his demanding lips.
"Linda, darling, don't go... " But Linda was already out of the car, her heart pounding like a drum, her throat choking with fear. Blindly, she ran up the driveway, and fumbling awkwardly with her front door key, let herself into the safety of her home.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda was still trembling as she closed the door behind her. She waited silently for a few moments, and then drew a gasp of relief when she heard the sound of Randall's car pulling off. Instinctively, her hand flew to her mouth. It felt tender and bruised, and she hoped she could reach the safety of the bedroom before Phil saw her. Her heart was thudding, and she felt as if the blood had quickened in her veins.
She knew that if she came face to face with her husband now, before she had a chance to calm herself, he would know that something had happened. He might even question her, and she wouldn't be able to conceal the obscene truth from him. Cautiously, she began to edge along the hall to the bedroom "Linda, is that you?"
She froze at the sound of her name, and then would have darted into the bedroom. But Phil opened the door of the living room and saw her.
"What kept you till now?" he queried, his voice rough and angry.
"It's not so late," she parried, her throat dry, "but anyway I think I'll go right to bed. I'm rather tired... "
"What have you been doing that makes you so tired?" her husband sneered, and Linda felt a pang of fear clutching at her heart.
"Come and have a drink with me," Phil went on, flinging open wide the door to the living room. Oh God, he's been drinking! she thought fearfully, desperately trying to pull herself together. But I'd better go along with what he wants... with the mood he's in, there's no telling how he'll behave if I don't...
"That sounds like a good idea, darling," she said out loud, feigning cheerfulness, and following him into the warm, brightly lit room.
Linda saw immediately, with mounting apprehension, that the bottle of Scotch was half empty, and knew that he had drunk most of it since she'd left. Without asking her, he poured a large measure for her, and added only a small amount of soda.
She took the drink silently, not wanting to make a fuss about it. She'd just pretend to drink it, and maybe that would satisfy him. He was almost like a stranger to her.
His hair was disheveled and his eyes were glittering with a strange intensity. But worst of all, he radiated a menacing aura of fear, which made her skin tingle. "Well, how did the rehearsal go?" he said, a slight note of contempt evident in his voice.
"Oh fine, same as usual," she replied nonchalantly. But it wasn't the same as usual. Russ put his hand on my breast and afterwards on the way home, he kissed me passionately.
"You don't seem too happy about it," he needled exasperatingly.
"It's just that I'm tired," she said truthfully. Did he guess anything? He's looking at me in such a strange way...
"Maybe this acting business is getting to be too much for you. Maybe you ought to give it up and just stay at home, the way a wife should... " The taunting tone of her husband's voice irked the guilty young wife.
Her fingers tightened around her glass and she took a deep swallow of the burning liquid.
"Yes, maybe you ought to give it all up," Phil went on inexorably. "I want a wife that's home occasionally, not a gadabout that I hardly ever see!"
Linda couldn't take it any longer. Criticism of her one interest cut her to the quick, and she felt a crushing sense of injustice.
"It's all right for you to talk!" she lashed out. "You go out to the bank every day, meet people and have a nice lunch in a restaurant with your buddies. I'm stuck here alone all day, with nothing to do but wash dishes and dust the furniture!"
Tears sprang to her eyes. Is this what I went to college for? she asked herself miserably. Anyone can do housework, but I'll go crazy if I'm stuck at home all day...
"Well, well," Phil sneered, "this must be Women's Lib talking!"
"It's not!" Linda retorted hotly. "You just don't understand. I've got to have something more than just housework!"
"So you've found your life's purpose in amateur dramatics?"
Anger welled up inside the distraught young wife. He has no right to make fun of me like that! I'm fully entitled to spend my time as I wish...
"It's not any worse than selling my soul to a bank!"
As soon as she'd said it, she regretted her cruel remark. She could see that it had hit home, because Phil's face had blanched and an ugly look came into his eyes. When they had both graduated, and Phil was still trying to decide which of the many offers to accept, he was torn between this position in the bank, with prestige, security and plenty of fringe benefits, and the outwardly less advantageous but basically more satisfying one of a junior partnership in a small but growing public relations firm. He himself had tended toward the P.R. position, because it was something that he was interested in, and which seemed to offer the opportunity of being his own boss right from the start.
But it was mainly Linda who persuaded him to settle for the bank. Although "Public Relations" had a magic ring, as far as a certain segment of her friends were concerned, she herself couldn't see past the shabby office in a seedy part of the city, and the happy-go-lucky attitude of the other partners. So she had succeeded in swaying Phil in the direction of security, a modern office... and total lack of freedom!
Worse still, she had just thrown his decision, which was all her doing, back in his face!
"Oh Phil, I didn't mean... " she began lamely, but stopped, the words dying in her parched throat, as her enraged husband took a menacing step forward.
"You goddamn bitch!" he spat venomously. "You were the one who wanted me to take that job, so that you could boast to your friends. You were able to twist me around your little finger, and now you have nothing but contempt for me!"
"Phil, I'm sorry! I... " she sobbed piteously, panic enveloping her like a clammy cloud.
"You're sorry!" he jeered viciously. "I work my balls off every day, humbling myself before those goddamned jerks in the office, all to make you happy! You've got everything you want, and still you spend the day - and night - fucking around with a two-bit drama group!"
"It's not two-bit!" she protested feebly. "And Strindberg isn't exactly a second-rater!"
"Don't get on your high-horse with me!" her angry young husband snapped. "I think this part you've got has gone to your head. I want you to call them tomorrow and tell them you're dropping out!"
Linda stared at him in disbelief. He was ordering her, actually ordering her to give up her leading role!
"You're crazy!" she gasped falteringly. "You want me to stay at home and be stultified. That's how much you think of me! Well, I'm telling you one thing right now, and that's this -that no matter what you say or do, I'm not giving up the one interest I have!" There was a light of battle in her eye, but Phil ignored it.
"That's a fine way for a wife of two months to be talking! I'll have you remember that you promised to "honor and obey" me, since you've obviously conveniently forgotten all about that!"
"Oh, that's just outdated garbage," she retorted impatiently. "Besides, I'm not neglecting anything else, so why should you worry? I keep the house tidy, and you get dinner every night--."
"Dinner? You call a bologna sandwich and leftover potato salad dinner?"
Linda flushed, guilt stirring in her brain. She had been a little neglectful of late... but she was so busy with learning her lines and going to rehearsals... Phil just didn't seem to understand!
"I'm going to bed now... we can finish this discussion in the morning," she said icily, putting her drink down on the table.
"Not so fast honey," Phil sneered. "It just so happens I'd like to finish it now!"
"What else do you have to say?" she asked wearily, sighing audibly.
"Don't give me any of that sighing crap! You think you're above any criticism or suggestions, but let me tell you that you've got a long way to go baby, before you come even near to being a competent wife!"
"W-What do you mean?" Linda stammered, fear and resentment merging into one inside her quaking depths.
Phil noticed her discomfiture and launched into attack.
"You think you know everything, and that dusting and cooking is all that there is to being a wife. Well, honey, you've got it all wrong, because the most important part of all, you don't know a goddamned thing about!"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" she gasped, her face reddening. Why did he have to go on like this? Couldn't he see she was tired and upset... why did he have to insult her like this?
"Oh yes you do," Phil insisted, finishing the rest of his drink in a deep swallow. He reeled slightly, and Linda knew that all the alcohol he'd consumed was beginning to tell on him at last. "A wife who isn't a good lay," he went on crudely, "no matter how good she is in other ways, isn't worth a damn! And honey, you're not a good lay!"
Linda blanched, her hands doubling into fists. She had never felt so insulted in her life.
"H-How dare you?" she gasped in disbelief. "How dare you say such disgusting, vile things?"
"Well, it's only the truth," he said lamely.
"Has it ever occurred to you that some of the fault could be yours. That the reason that I'm not, as you put it, a "good lay," is because you're like an animal in bed, with no consideration for anything but yourself!" Phil was thunderstruck. His eyes seemed glazed and his mouth hung open in disbelief. Linda couldn't resist a final blow.
"You're so crude and disgusting that you'd turn any woman off making love!"
Instantly, Linda knew that she'd gone too far. She had goaded him beyond human bearing, and she could see, in one terror-stricken moment, that he was out for revenge. She had wounded his masculine pride mortally, and she was sure he'd never forgive her.
But she was completely unprepared for what happened next. He was beside her in a split second, and she didn't even see him raising his hand. She was aware of nothing but the sharp, stinging blow, flat across her face, that sent her reeling over backwards. She fell, stunned, in a crumpled heap on the floor, unable to move.
Phil was terrified.
"Linda! Linda honey, I didn't mean... I'm sorry!"
He was beside her, crouching over her motionless body, his voice weak with concern and fear.
She opened her eyes wide and stared at her husband.
Phil shrank back from the utter loathing reflected in them, not knowing what to say.
"Get away from me, you... you brute!" she whispered vehemently, staring at him with revulsion.
Something inside Phil snapped at that moment. He felt he had taken all he could bear from his wife. She had insulted him in a way which no man worthy of the name could stand, and now she had contemptuously rejected his overture of peace. Well, he'd had enough of her.
She had driven him over the brink, and any man would have reacted in the same way. She deserved all she got, and a hell of a lot more.
Unsteadily, he got to his feet, and towered over her.
"Well, I think it's time you learned who's boss here," he threatened, his voice thick and hoarse. "I've had enough of your contempt and insults. You don't think much of me as a man, that's obvious, but by Christ, you'll change your mind before this evening's out... " Linda cringed under his domineering words. She knew she shouldn't have told him to get away like she did, but she just couldn't help herself. That slap across the face was the final straw. He couldn't be let get away with treating her like that. He had to learn that she was a person in her own right, not some appendage of his to do as he bid, without a mind of her own.
"GET UP!"
Linda stared up sullenly as she heard his harsh command. It seemed to her as if every bone in her body ached, and even if she wanted to, which she didn't, she didn't think she could bring herself to rise.
"GET UP, I SAID, OR BY GOD, I'LL MAKE YOU!"
What am I going to do? she thought helplessly, castigating herself mentally for not being able to hold her tongue. If she could have accepted his peace offering, she wouldn't be in this humiliating position now.
"Please, Phil, let's talk calmly about this... " she began hopefully, praying that she wasn't too late. Maybe he'd relent now, and in a few minutes, they could laugh about this whole incident.
"Please, Phil," he mimicked cruelly, "it's a bit late for that, isn't it?" He prodded her brutally with his shoe. "Now get up!"
Linda knew it was futile to resist. Gathering every last ounce of her energy, she tried to hoist herself to her feet. With painful slowness, she succeeded in standing, and stood there, head down, not daring to look at her infuriated husband.
"What do you want of me?"
Her martyred tone irritated Phil further and quenched any latent spark of sympathy he might have felt.
"Get your clothes off!"
"What?" Linda gasped, hardly daring to believe her ears.
"Take your clothes off, I said, and do it quick!"
"You're crazy!" Linda said for the second time that evening. "If you think I'm going to be partner to one of your revolting schemes, you're mistaken!"
"I don't think it, I know it!" Phil spat, and reaching out suddenly, pulled roughly at her blouse. Linda gasped as the small pearl buttons gave, revealing the lushly swelling mounds of her brassiere-encased breasts.
"Oh God, leave me alone!" she whimpered piteously, but Phil hardly heard her.
He was staring with bulging eyes at the curvaceous softness of her trembling breasts, and he took an excited step forward. Swiftly, he reached out and yanked away the confining brassiere, baring the quivering silkiness of the perfectly-formed ovals.
Linda was in a daze. She couldn't really believe that this was happening to her, that the bestial maniac standing beside her was really her own husband of only two months. She moaned softly with pain as his fingers tightened on her vulnerably naked breasts, squeezing the rosy nipples into hard little nuggets, tugging unmercifully at them.
Phil's hands dropped suddenly and began to fumble with the zipper of her skirt, finally getting it down and yanking the skirt down over the softly rounded flare of her hips, until she was standing there clad only in her thin white nylon panties.
"Oh God, please no, Phil," she pleaded softly, humiliation welling up inside her. But her husband paid no heed to her entreaty. His eyes were glued to the gradual revealing of her lithe and shapely body, and already his fingers were pulling at the last remaining vestige of her modesty. She tried to stop him from pulling down her panties, but all resistance was futile. She was afraid of really angering him by struggling, and yet she was mortified to the core of her being by what was happening to her. She couldn't look her handsome young husband in the face as she stood there, completely naked and degraded before him.
But he hardly seemed aware of her misery. He was obviously aroused by the sight of her splendidly sculpted body, and moved closer to her, breathing heavily until he was circling her with his eager arms.
"Mmmm, you look so lovely, let's make love," he said passionately, his anger abated.
But his words were complete anathema to the shame-stricken young wife.
"Leave me alone!" she spat, her bravado returned. "You make me sick!" The very thought of making love was revolting to her and she couldn't restrain her harsh remark.
In a moment, Phil was transformed again.
"Oh, you goddamned bitch! I'll teach you this time!"
With a rude shove, he pushed her down to the floor, sending her sprawling face down in an ungainly position on the rug.
Immediately Phil was beside her, his hands on the flaccid mounds of her helplessly upthrust buttocks. There was a strange, terrifying intensity in his rough caresses of her buttocks, but she was too frightened to struggle.
He pried apart the softly fleshed ovals, revealing the dark split of her anal crevice to his hungry gaze. He stared at the forbidden nether crack with growing lust, straining the surrounding sensitive flesh beyond endurance. He didn't know what he was doing. He felt driven by some inner compulsion to hurt and humiliate his haughty young wife, to break her in mind and spirit. He was aware of the awakening arousal of his stirring cock, and knew that he wanted to debase his young blonde wife in the most degrading way possible.
The sight of her helpless young body spread out belly-down on the rug gave him an extra surge of sadistic power. She was crouched over fearfully, her shapely little ass-cheeks waving tremulously in the air. Her beautiful honey-blonde hair was fanned out around her head, and her whole body was trembling with suppressed sobs of panic and fear.
Without thinking, he began to probe at the tiny dark opening of her anus with his middle finger. His panic-stricken young wife cringed back from the lewd assault, and her obvious shame and terror lent him a cruel bravado. Without further hesitation, he rammed the tip of his middle finger up into the tightly resisting rectal aperture.
"Aaaaaaarrrrhhhhhh... " Linda sobbed wildly, waving her hopelessly pinioned buttocks madly in an attempt to dislodge the unnatural intruder. "No, no, what are you doing to me?", she screamed.
But her struggles and horror only made her enraged husband poke more insistently at her defenseless little anus and he continued to screw his middle finger deep up into the futilely opposing sphincter. When it was embedded almost to the second knuckle, he began to rotate it around in the tight, dry channel, widening it and stretching it painfully.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh... Please stop... " Linda begged, her whole body aflame from the brutal skewering that was sending shoots of pain stabbing along her spine. Oh dear God, what did I do to deserve this? she asked herself again and again. She tried to cry, to relieve the mortifying ache that was building up deep inside her, but no tears would come. Already her head and knees ached from the unnaturalness of her hunched-over position, and she felt she'd do anything to alleviate her unbelievable misery.
She couldn't help gasping with relief when she was aware that her husband had at last withdrawn his impaling finger.
The pain in her loins began to subside, and she began to hope that he would leave her alone now.
But her hopes were short-lived.
Almost immediately, she felt the sorely-bruised cheeks of her buttocks being strained apart once more, the tender inner flesh almost splitting from the sadistic force being exerted on it.
"Oh please, Phil, please leave me alone," she mumbled incoherently, a dull despondency creeping up on her. She couldn't take any more of this. She'd crack up, and there was no telling what she'd do then.
Phil stared down at the puckered little orifice that he had so brutally penetrated with his finger only moments before, a cruel smile hovering around his lips. His rigidly erected cock was pounding painfully inside his tight pants, and he reached down with his free hand and released it. It jumped out through his open fly, stiff and hard and throbbing with passionate intensity. There was a deep, insistent churning in his balls, and Phil felt possessed by a virile strength such as he hadn't experienced in a long time. Grasping the lust-hardened circumference of his pulsating penis, he guided it towards the pitifully small anal opening.
Linda pulled forward as if stung when she felt the warm rubbery hardness against her secret rectum, panic seizing her and making her shake with new fear.
She couldn't believe it, and yet, there was no denying that it was Phil's penis that was jabbing at her from behind! How could he even think of doing something so horrible to her? Not even animals did this! Frightening, impossible thoughts began to form in the tormented young wife's brain, thoughts which she tried to banish or ignore. But she couldn't. Her head was reeling, and her knuckles were white from the convulsive clutching at the tufts of the rug. The hammering of her heart sounded to her like a death knell in the otherwise still living room. For a long moment, she thought she must be going mad; she hoped that she was, because that would mean that what was happening to her was not a reality.
But she had no such consolation. Grim, searing reality in the form of blinding pain jarred her into a realization of her position. Her husband's fingers tightened like a pair of vises on her bruised and welted buttocks, and she was sure she was split in two by his sadistic pulling apart of her quivering ass-cheeks.
Phil positioned the hard, burgeoning head of his pulsing shaft at the vainly cringing entrance to her rectum, and held it there for a long moment. He could feel the frightened quivering of the tiny puckered opening, and the knowledge that his wife was at last deathly afraid of him and what he might do to her, filled him with an exhilarating sense of power. She was under his control now, in spite of all her talk about having rights of her own, and now he'd teach her that this was the way she should be, completely subjugated to him.
Drawing his breath in sharply, he lunged forward with sudden swiftness, holding his wife's trembling buttocks in a firm, iron-like grip.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH... " she sobbed wildly as white-hot flames of unbelievable pain coursed through her. She struggled like an animal in a trap, instinctively trying to escape. But Phil plunged inexorable forward, using brute strength to force the granite-hard tip of his lust-distended cock past the protective outer membrane of her fearfully cringing sphincter.
"Oh God, stop, you're killing me... " Linda sobbed harshly, and then resistance, rational thought, shame, everything was swept aside by the paralyzing sheet of pain which engulfed her. Phil had penetrated her with his blood-swollen cock!
Pain took over completely, driving every thought out of her mind. She felt that every nerve ending, every muscle and ounce of bone was screaming out from the overpowering agony which enveloped her. Her head felt as if it was being pounded against an anvil, and she was sure that the worst torture ever devised couldn't be worse than this.
Phil stared down with lewd satisfaction at the sight of his huge, pulsating cock halfway embedded in his wife's sorely stretched anus. For a moment, he thought he wouldn't be able to enter her, and was about to abandon the effort. But he had accomplished his lewd desire, through sheer, brute force. With an animalistic grunt, he began to ram his thickly driving rod of flesh forward again, shoving it inch by torturous inch up into the helplessly distended anal passage.
"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH... OOOHHHHH GOD... !!!" Linda moaned pitifully, as the blood-swollen shaft continued to skewer mercilessly up into her. At long last, Phil hit bottom. He had managed to bury his long thick cock to the hilt in her thumb-spread rectal depths!
Linda felt as if she had been split in two. Her husband's cruelly plundering cock was like a red-hot poker rammed up her rectum, which in turn set fire to her spinal column and ended in an explosion in her dazed, disbelieving brain.
"Well, Linda, how do you like being fucked in the ass?"
The obscene words tore at her lacerated heart, and once again, she felt an overwhelming tide of mortification. She had never dreamed that such things as this existed, let alone that her own husband would do such a thing to her. It was like something out a horror story, and as long as she lived, she didn't think she could forget it.
With a grunt, Phil began to withdraw, pulling out his hotly throbbing penis from the dry, clutching walls of her abused rectum. When just the lust-enlarged head was still buried up inside, he surged forward again, this time forcing his way without a break right to the depths of her rectum.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh... stop... please stop... " But Linda had abandoned all hope now. Her husband had turned into a vicious monster that she didn't recognize and it was obvious that no amount of pleading would do any good. They were long past that stage, and there was no alternative open to her, but to accept her punishment. Yes, because that was what it was - punishment, for wanting a life of her own! Phil couldn't seem to grasp the fact that it was really no reflection on him that she wanted interests outside the home. So, to make up for his feeling of inadequacy, he was brutally subjugating her like this. Well, if he wanted to tame her, this was the wrong way! I'll get even with him, she resolved forgetting her pain and mortification temporarily in a vision of revenge and triumph.
Phil began a slow, clumsy sawing in and out of her gradually relaxing rectum. Tiny warm trickles of male pre-cum moistened the tender inner walls and made his lewd journey easier. He was exulting fully in the obscene act he was perpetrating on his miserable wife, and felt himself to be getting his back on her for the insults she had plied on him. This'll teach her who's boss, he smiled, baring his teeth in a cadaver-like grin.
He plunged wildly between her sorely parted ass-cheeks, scouring the lacerated passage with his pile-driving cock, sinking it to the hilt in her helplessly squirming back passage. She seemed resigned to her fate now, and that thought pleased him.
He had conquered her, forced her into shameful submission by his superior strength! He was near to climaxing, he knew, and all at once, he wanted to empty his male sperm into her ass, to fill her with his seething liquid as a final assault on her humiliated body.
"Oh Christ, I'm cumming! Move that ass of yours, I'm cumming now!"
Linda barely heard his hoarse moans of orgasm. She was in a sort of limbo, just waiting numbly for the moment when he would release her. She felt the searing wetness on his on-rushing semen, felt it seep obscenely into her forever abused rectum. And at last, his movements grew less frantic, and she could feel the gradual deflation of his punishing penis.
Moments later, he slipped from her lewdly cum-flooded rectum, and crumpled down on the floor beside her. Summoning all her last remaining will-power, she dragged herself to an upright position, and stumbled sobbing towards the bedroom.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was already after ten, and Linda knew that Phil hadn't gone to work. She didn't know why he decided to skip today, and she didn't care. She knew she should get up, but somehow couldn't bring herself to make the effort. Every bone in her body seemed to ache with a separate pain, and there was an intense throbbing in her temple.
Her thighs felt stiff and heavy, and every movement, however slight, was an effort. But apart from the physical discomfort, there was a deep, nagging feeling of unhappiness and misery gnawing away inside her. She felt utterly and hopelessly betrayed, and she doubted she would ever feel the same about Phil again. Every fear and humiliation she had ever felt before paled in comparison with what her husband had done to her. The fact that she had felt so guilty and upset over a kiss that a friend had given her, and over which she had no control, seemed ridiculous to her now.
I'll never forgive him, never! she told herself fiercely. He had violated her in a way she had never dreamed possible, and she didn't think she could hold her head up in public again. The memory of her husband's lustfully driven penis forcing its way into the secret confines of her rectum sent a shiver coursing down her spine, and she closed her eyes to black out the dreadful vision.
She still felt a primitive urge for revenge. But she didn't know how she could get it. The fact was, she wanted to hurt and humiliate Phil as he had hurt and humiliated her. She wanted him to know the pain and agony of complete disregard for feeling, the despair of feeling the marital vows irretrievably broken. He had promised to "cherish" her... it only took him a couple of months to break that vow!
Linda realized that some of the fault was hers. She knew she shouldn't have needled him the way she did. She realized fully that she had really insulted him, and by refusing his overtures of reconciliation, had only made matters much worse. It was guilt over what happened with Russ, she reflected, that made her so touchy. Otherwise she would have ascertained right away what kind of mood he was in, and would have averted his anger. But things hadn't worked out that way, and she had paid fully, even for what wasn't her fault.
One thing was clear in her mind, however. She wanted to drop out of the play. She thought that Phil might see this as capitulation to what he wanted, and maybe in a way it was. But she just couldn't stand the thought of interminable arguments and disagreements over how her time was spent. Maybe later on, when things were more settled between them.
She had to admit to herself, however, that she didn't really want to face Randall again. The lewd gesture he made, caressing her breast in full view of his wife, combined with the outrageous way he had taken advantage of her and kissed her, made her feel apprehensive and unsure. What if he tried the same thing again? What would she do? How could she ward him off? She knew she could try going on as before, and then if he tried anything, she could say she was dropping her role in the play. But what explanation would she give to Phil? Worse still, would Phil even let her attend another rehearsal?
She had experienced the violent edge of her husband's temper; she was afraid to try it again. She heard the phone ringing in the living room, and forgetting for a moment that Phil was there, jumped up out of bed. It stopped ringing as she reached for her robe, and she knew that Phil had answered it. I might as well get dressed now, she said resignedly.
Her body didn't feel quite so tired and strained, now that she was up, and she promised herself a long soak in the tub once the main chores were done. She wondered what she'd say to Phil. Would he apologize, or would he just ignore her? Or would he act as if nothing had happened?
She still hadn't decided on her own course of action when she went into the kitchen. Phil was there, drinking a cup of coffee.
"That was Janet Randall," he said tonelessly. "There's a rehearsal tonight instead of Wednesday, and she told me to come as well."
Linda was surprised into querying: "And are you going to come?"
"I don't know yet. Maybe I will," Phil replied, returning his full attention to his coffee and the morning paper.
* * *
The drive to the theater was silent and uncomfortable, just as the long day had been. Phil himself would liked to have done something about it, but didn't know quite what to say. He wanted to apologize, to make up with his miserable young bride, but he was afraid of a rebuke. Also, he had a feeling that she wouldn't really respect him for it. But she looked so unhappy and withdrawn that his heart went out to her.
She was obviously very hurt by what he had done. He couldn't really blame her for that. He didn't really know what came over him; he just knew that he had felt derided and jeered beyond all endurance.
He had to admit also that he felt jealous of all the time she was spending at the theater. It left her tired and short-tempered, and she seemed even less inclined than ever for making love. In fact, it seemed to him that she was trying to ease the intimate side of marriage right out of her life. He didn't really mind the leftovers for dinner, the disarray in the house. It was just that she didn't seem interested in him physically. And the thing that hurt was, she had in the beginning. Although she had never reached a climax with him, she was loving and demonstrative during their honeymoon and the weeks that followed, but now the problem had escalated with her involvement in the theater. That was one of the reasons that he'd decided to accompany her there tonight. And another one was, that Janet Randall had sounded very interesting and pleasant.
She had told him that she was eager to meet him, and had extracted a promise from him to come with Linda. He tried to recall what his wife had told him about her new friends, but all he could remember was that this woman was a redhead. Well, the mood he was in now, no matter what kind of a woman she was, she was so friendly and pleasant over the phone, that he was more than ready to like her. He was flabbergasted when he saw her. As soon as they stepped into the foyer of the theater, one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen in his life came hurrying over to them.
"You must be Phil," she said effusively, "Linda has told us so much about you! I'm Janet Randall."
He couldn't keep his eyes off her. She had very seductive green eyes, made all the more alluring because of the flaming intensity of the russet hair that wisped around her face. She was wearing tight blue levis, topped by a skinny sweater which emphasized the voluptuous contours of her proudly upswept breasts. There was an inviting swing to her curved hips as she led them over to where her husband was, and Phil was mesmerized by her provocative walk.
Janet introduced him to her husband, Russ, and although he was prepared to dislike his wife's leading man, Phil couldn't help finding him likeable. He had an easy going way about him, and an obvious ability to put people at their ease.
"Well, honey," Randall said at length, "why don't you show Phil around the place, while we get going on the first act?"
"That's a great idea," Janet agreed, and linking her arm through Phil's, she led the way around the back of the stage.
Phil wasn't really interested in the building, but he didn't mind a guided tour, just so long as Janet was the guide.
She pointed out the lighting system, the prompter's box, the dressing rooms, with ease, and with a style that made them seem interesting even to Phil.
"C'mon," she laughed suddenly, "I can tell you're not really interested. Let's have a drink and get to know each other!"
Phil laughed as well, and followed her into one of the small dressing rooms.
"This is the one Russ is using, and this is where he keeps the booze. Normally, we don't allow drinking during rehearsal, but I think this is a special occasion!"
She produced a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.
"I hope you like it neat, because that's the only way you can have it!"
Phil liked Janet. After Linda's silent withdrawal, the redhead was like a breath of fresh air, with her good-humored comments and the obvious pleasure she took out of life.
"Now tell me all about yourself," she said, after she had handed him a glass.
"There's not much to tell," he admitted. "That is, I've never done anything really exciting or interesting."
"Oh come on," Janet protested, "you've only managed to land yourself a plum job in a bank, and one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen. You must have something; don't be so modest!"
Phil found himself blushing. It wasn't often that a woman, especially a very attractive one, took the trouble to draw him out of himself. Usually he was the open, extroverted one, capable of getting on with anyone. It was this quality which made the two partners in the public relations firm believe that he would be very successful with them, and which had prompted them to make the offer of a partnership to him.
Janet looked out over the rim of her glass at the uneasy young husband. He was just as she had imagined him to be. Aggressive, touchy, but beneath it all, unsure of himself and anxious to please. They make a nice pair, though, she had to admit to herself. But it's obvious things aren't going too well at the moment for them...
"Yes, I think you're very lucky to have a wife like Linda. Apart from being so pretty, she'll be a real asset to you socially, and you'll need that in your job, I'm sure. You two must be very happy."
Phil smiled weakly. Were they happy? He didn't know anymore. Things seemed to be going so badly. Only married just over two months, and already Linda was fed up with being a housewife. And he, a newlywed husband, had actually fucked his young bride in the ass!
A blush crept up his face as he recalled what had happened last night. What would Janet, who seemed to have such a high opinion of him, think if she knew just what kind of a man he was? What if Linda told her how he had abused her? Suddenly, he realized that he didn't want the beautiful redhead to know about his behavior. He was ashamed now of losing his temper in that disgusting way, and fervently hoped she'd never find out the truth about him.
"You're deep in thought, I must say," Janet quipped, "thinking about that cute little wife of yours?"
Phil's face reddened again. He was almost beginning to believe that she could read his mind.
"Aha, so I was right," Janet teased. She sensed a mystery and would love to have discovered just what happened to disturb the two young lovebirds.
"Here, have another drink. Maybe it will make you more talkative. I'm beginning to think I'm here all alone!"
Phil felt embarrassed. He had neglected his lovely companion, so deeply engrossed he became in his own thoughts.
"Well, tell me about yourself - and I'm sure there's a lot to tell!" Phil said, trying to sound natural.
"I'm afraid I'm just a normal housewife, who spends her time keeping the house and looking after her husband. Apart from dabbling in the theater, of course."
"At least you probably don't neglect your husband!" Phil couldn't help retorting.
"Oh goodness no! I'd be afraid to do that. After all, I might lose him!"
"I'm sure that wouldn't happen," Phil rejoined quickly. "It's obvious he's crazy about you!"
"Sure he is, but a guy can get tired of a woman mighty quickly, if she doesn't keep up to the mark."
She's right, Phil found himself thinking. Much as I love Linda, I couldn't go on for very long if she keeps up her coldness and disinterest in sex...
"I'm sure you, as a man and a husband, would agree with that," Janet said slyly, watching him closely out of the corner of her eye.
"I couldn't agree more," Phil said with sudden vehemence. "I believe a woman's place is in the home, and her first responsibilities are to her husband."
Hmmm, so she isn't putting out for him, Janet thought shrewdly, assessing the situation in a flash.
"Not that you'd have any problem like that with Linda," she went on aloud. "I can tell you, I get quite jealous of her. She has such a beautiful figure too... she looks made for loving!"
Phil started at his companion's frank words. But it was the truth. That's what he himself had always thought - that his beautiful blonde fiancee was made for love. That was before he found out the truth - that she wasn't interested in him or his love-making.
"However, I always think that some of the trouble is bound to lie with the husband."
"How is that?" Phil asked, suddenly uneasy.
"Well, some husbands, particularly young, inexperienced ones, expect a complete response from their wives right away, and when it doesn't come, blame it on them. When, in fact, it is often the husband's whole approach that is wrong!"
Phil found himself gripping his glass. He remembered Linda's words about "an animal" and how "he'd turn any woman off making love." Was it all his fault? Was it because of him that things were turning out so badly? Janet again interrupted his self-accusatory thoughts. "Anyway, why are we talking about disturbing things like that? I'm sure you'd never have any such problem."
"Well, I... "
"A guy like you would certainly know how to handle his wife, even when she is so young and innocent as Linda! You can't tell me otherwise!"
"What makes you so sure?" Phil heard himself asking.
"Well, it's obvious. A handsome, self-assured man like you has obviously been around. I'm sure you've had a lot of experience with women, and really know how to turn a girl on... " Phil shifted uncomfortably. Sure, he'd done his share of running around, but he wasn't at all as experienced as Janet Randall was trying to make out. Still, he wasn't a complete greenhorn, and maybe things weren't his fault after all.
Anyway, it felt good to have a woman praising him for a change... not like Linda, who always seemed to be running him down lately. Of course, a woman like Janet, a real woman, obviously knew about men, and how to please them. She could tell a real man when she met one, and if she seemed to think he was such hot shit, well, maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
He finished his second drink, and felt a little unsteady. He hadn't had a hangover this morning after all the Scotch last night, but now with those two straight bourbons, he was beginning to feel a little whoozy.
"Hey, you'd better sit down," Janet suggested, "all this talk about masculinity and fucking must be getting you excited!"
Phil was flabbergasted by what she said. It wasn't just her casual use of the obscene word, but her calm assumption that their conversation had made him aroused. She almost propelled him into the one chair, and he had to admit that he felt better, once he was sitting down.
"Well, some men are like that," she went on blithely, "they've only got to talk about sex, and they get a hard on!"
Phil couldn't stop himself from blushing. He had never heard a woman talk in that way before, and he didn't know whether he liked it or not. But the thing was, in someone like Janet it didn't sound strange, or, well, vulgar, the way he thought it might.
"Do you have a hard on?" she asked precociously.
Phil nearly jumped out of the chair, and was shocked to discover that her eyes were fixed directly on the slight bulge between his legs. Furthermore, he was excruciatingly aware of a growing rigidity against his thigh... he was beginning to get excited!
"H'm, you're getting there," she said with obvious interest, moving closer. "But why don't I help you out?"
She dropped to her knees beside him, and Phil jerked back as if he had been struck.
"For God's sake, Janet," he began in a thunderstruck voice. "Are you out of your mind?"
Her hand was resting lightly on the growing bulge between his thighs, and she was staring fixedly at his face, a smile that was almost mocking lurking around her lips.
"Don't tell me you're afraid? A big he-man like you?"
Phil felt crushed by her taunt. Good God, what did she expect? She was kneeling beside him, her hand on his cock, and his own wife and her husband on the stage, only yards away from them! They could hear them going over their lines; either Linda or Russ could walk in here at any moment and find them...
Her fingers began to play with the zipper of his fly, and then, to his horror and disbelief, she began to draw it down, exposing the throbbing surface of his passionately aroused cock.
"For Christ's sake, Janet," he pleaded again hoarsely.
"That was fast work," she smiled, seeing the considerable size of his penis. "Maybe you don't need any help after ail... " And then, Phil felt as if he had been branded with a red-hot iron. Janet's warm fingers were flicking lightly against the tingling flesh of his sensitively squirming cock!
A warm flush spread over his body and little shivers of illicit pleasure cavorted along his backbone. The lovely redhead was caressing his penis, and God, how good it felt!
He didn't want it to stop; he wanted it to go on forever. But he couldn't let it happen. He had to put a stop to it right now. Before it was too late; before he couldn't hold back and before Linda found out!
"Janet, we've got to stop!" he gasped hoarsely, trembling from the insistent caresses she was lavishing on his lust-expanded cock.
"Why, honey? You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes! But Linda... Linda and Russ!"
"I'd say they're gone, baby," Janet replied softly.
"Gone? Gone where?"
"I don't know, but Russ did say it was a bit cold in the theater and that they might move the rehearsal to our house. But we don't feel the cold, do we?"
Oh God, what am I going to do now? Janet and I are alone here... anything can happen...
"Just relax, honey, there's nothing to worry about now," Janet crooned confidently, and then, unbelievably, she lowered her head over his hotly burgeoning cock, and...
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... Oh Christ, Janet... " Phil couldn't help himself. Janet had reached out with her tongue and was running it along the heated surface of his wildly jerking penis!
She continued to lick and swipe at the trembling shaft, running her tongue deftly up and down its pulsating length, nuzzling at the thickly haired base, coating it with her moist saliva as she swiveled up to the hard rubbery head. Then she ran her tongue around and around the huge knobby top, making him moan and shiver with ecstatic shudders of pure unadulterated pleasure.
Phil sank further back in the chair, spreading his legs wide. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be letting this beautiful stranger suck his cock. But he really couldn't help it. It felt so good, so exciting, so soothing. And he deserved a break. Linda didn't care much for him. She'd never suck his penis in a million years. Even the idea of his beautiful blonde wife kneeling down before him, and taking his swollen rod of flesh in between her lips, was so alien to him that he couldn't even picture it. But Janet Randall was different. She was a real, live, full-blooded woman, and she seemed to know all about pleasing men and making them happy.
And boy, she sure was making him happy.
Her tongue was like an entity in itself, darting up and down, in and out, possessed with feverish energy. She worked ceaselessly over his desperately squirming rod, and he moaned and quivered as if a thousand demons were prodding his flesh. Her finger and thumb circled the sturdy base, and her other hand dropped suddenly to cup the writhing sac of his testicles.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh... Oh God, Janet... " he moaned helplessly, giving himself over completely to the waves of pleasure flooding through him. He had never experienced anything remotely like this before, and doubted that he ever would again. All thought of conscience, all feeling that he was doing wrong was banished. All he cared about was the pleasure, the unbelievable bliss that this voluptuous redhead was giving him. She was a marvelous goddess, that he had the good fortune to meet, and he didn't care that she was his wife's friend. No, that didn't matter at all...
Janet lowered her head still forward, and then, in one careful movement, she enclosed the hard rubbery cock-head between her full, sensuous lips. They closed tightly around the trembling rod, just below the burgeoning head, and held it - trapped softly inside.
"AAAAARRRRRhhhhhhhhh... " he hissed again, staring with growing lust at the spot where his angry red cock disappeared up inside the tightly ovalled frame of her mouth. She began to titillate the tiny glans opening in the end with her tongue, while her teeth grazed excitingly against the sensitive webbed underside. Her hand continued to pump gently on the churning sperm-bloated balls cupped reverently in her palm.
.She began to run her lips lewdly down the heated length of the blood-engorged rod. He wondered how she could take so much of it up in her mouth without choking.
His head raised, he stared unbelieving at the sight of her, kneeling in between his thighs, her coppery head bent over his lustfully pounding cock, and sent a new, lewd shudder coursing through him. The sight of his thick, rock-hard penis disappearing up between the soft red circles of her lips added to his mounting pleasure. There was a look of pure lust on her face, and it was obvious that she was enjoying her lascivious task.
Phil sank back, his brain reeling with tumultuous thoughts, his body aflame with intense sensations. Minutes before, if anyone had told him that this would happen, that his cock would soon be sucked by a virtual stranger, he would have thought it the wildest fantasy. And yet, here he was, abandoning himself completely to the oral caresses of a beautiful redhead. What about Linda? The question leaped unbidden into his brain. Well, what about her? he answered silently. What she doesn't know won't worry her. And the way she's been acting, she can't expect me to just hang around and wait until she decides to hand out her favors. Really hand them out, not begrudge them. I'm a full-blooded man, and I really need a full-blooded woman... a woman like Janet Randall...
Although he really didn't want it to happen so soon, he knew he was on the verge of climax. He would liked to have prolonged it a little longer. He would have liked to feel Janet's mouth sucking voraciously on his hotly palpitating cock, but at the same time, he wanted to empty his sperm in a hot spurting flow into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, keep sucking my prick... I'm going to cum!" His voice was hoarse and intense, and suddenly, his body stiffened almost unbelievably. For a moment, it was arched up completely from the chair, and then it collapsed in a shattering series of convulsive shudders.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... I'm there! I'm there!"
Janet increased the tempo of her furious oral milking, as she tried to urge the seething male fluid into her eagerly receptive mouth. At last it came, in a thick stream, and she gulped it down greedily. Her lips tightened even more around his wildly spasming cock, and she heard Phil's desperate groan as he began to erupt with even wilder ejaculations.
On and on it flowed, in a seemingly never ending stream, but still she managed to drink it all down. When at last, it was over, she still wanted more, and continued to pull on his rapidly deflating penis, even when it was beginning to slip wetly from her mouth.
For a few moments, there was complete silence.
Phil was in a world of his own, one which he didn't want to leave. He had never felt so satiated in his life. He felt a complete man, and nothing could take that away from him. He would always be grateful to Janet for that.
"Well, baby, I bet your little honey of a wife never does anything like that for you!"
Janet was pleased with herself. Phil Hartley was just like all the others, she was glad to find out, in spite of his initial resistance. He'd sure as hell never feel the same about his pretty blonde wife after that little bout; Janet knew she was a hard act to follow.
"Let's not worry about Linda now," Phil said huskily, sitting up in the chair.
"Yes, let's leave them to their rehearsal," Janet agreed, "and we'll put on a little play of our own!"
"Sure, as long as you'll be leading lady," Phil smiled, pulling her hand towards his awakening cock again...
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda felt uneasy, but she didn't quite know why. Russ Randall was keeping up a one-sided flow of small talk, and he didn't indicate, by so much as the slightest hint, that he remembered what had happened in the car only yesterday. They were on the way to the Randalls' house. She, too, had found the theater very cold and couldn't concentrate on her lines. So when Russ had suggested adjourning to his house, she agreed.
She had expected Phil and Janet to join them, or at least follow in their own car, but so far there was no sign of them. But maybe they're there already, she thought hopefully.
She hadn't seen her husband since he had gone off with Mrs. Randall to look over the building, but Russ had gone and told them of the change in plans. Linda chided herself for her apprehension, but she couldn't shake it off.
When they reached the Randalls' house, she saw, with disappointment, that there was no light.
"Looks like we beat them to it," Russ said cheerfully as he helped her out of the car. She followed him into the dimly lit hall, and in a moment, he had the light on in the living room. It was a long room, dominated by a cut stone fireplace, and strewn about with expensive looking fur rugs. He gestured to a comfortable-looking sofa, and Linda sank back against the down-filled cushions.
"What'll you have to drink, Linda?"
Linda looked at him in surprise.
"I know," he smiled, "no drinking during rehearsal. But you have to admit this is a special case. And you do look as if you could do with one!"
She agreed to a gin and tonic, and Russ poured the gin for her and then added the tonic before handing it to her.
He sat beside her on the sofa, and Linda found herself straining her ears for the sound of their car. There was still a fire burning in the grate, and the room was cosy and subdued, and as Linda began to sip her drink, she felt a little better.
She was a little ashamed of her fear, especially because Russ seemed so nice and friendly. And, after all, she'd only be alone with him for a few minutes; Phil and Janet would arrive very soon, and then she'd have nothing to worry about.
"You're very quiet, Linda," Russ said at length, "is there anything wrong?"
"Oh no, Russ, I'm just thinking. I'm afraid I'm not very good company."
"Even if you never said a word, you'd still be good company," he complimented smoothly.
Linda blushed slightly, but still the compliment pleased her. It was nice to have someone appreciate her, and understand when she wanted to be quiet.
Russ studied the lovely blonde out of the corner of his eye. She had a pale, almost haunted look today which intrigued him, and he guessed that she'd had a tiff with her husband. I bet by now Janet has got to the bottom of that problem, he chuckled silently, remembering how excited his wife had become when she saw young Linda's husband. He was just her type, he knew... just as Linda was his own type. Young, fragile, innocent... the vulnerable kind that he really went for. It looks as if we both struck lucky this time, he smiled to himself.
Linda wished that she was in a better mood. It was terrible sitting there like that without saying a word. But she didn't really know what to say. She didn't know anything about Russ, except his connection with the theater. He was a total stranger, and she was alone with him in his house!
"I wonder where Phil and Janet have got to," she said at length.
"Oh don't worry, they'll probably take their time about getting here."
"Shouldn't we start rehearsing again?" she asked tentatively. Anything would be better than just sitting there.
"Have another drink, and then we'll get to work!"
"Oh, I don't think I should," she demurred, but Russ was already refilling her glass. She accepted it and found that it was very welcome. It made her relax somehow, and she found herself leaning back against the cushions.
Her thoughts began to formulate in her tired brain and she made no effort to stop them. Maybe she had been wrong about Russ. Perhaps he was sorry about what happened yesterday; realized that he had made a mistake and that she wasn't that kind of girl. It probably would never happen again, and all her worry was for nothing. She had been surprised when Phil had decided to accompany her to the theater. Maybe that too, was a good sign. That he was trying to interest himself in her hobby. Maybe things would work out after all. Then they could forget all about that horrible incident last night. But could she forget, could she ever forget that he had violated her in that lewd way? Could she ever forget that the night before, her husband of only two months had taken her anally?
Without realizing it, her whole body had stiffened and her face had paled. Russ noticed the change that had come over her.
"What's the matter, Linda? Something's bothering you. Why don't you tell me all about it?"
Linda found herself melting. He sounded so kind and concerned, so different from Phil who was so callous. Maybe she should tell him... maybe she should confide her problem in this older man, who seemed so concerned. But could she admit to an outsider what had happened? Could she bring herself to reveal the misery that she had undergone at her husband's hands?
She took another deep swallow of her drink, and tried to keep control over her wandering consciousness.
"Sometimes it helps to talk things over with a third person. Gives a different perspective. Probably you'll find that things aren't so bad after all... " His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. And of course, he was right. A problem shared... And how did she know, with her limited knowledge of such things, that an anal rape was so very terrible? Maybe it was just herself who was behind the times... and that she was making the crime out to be bigger than it was...
"Get it off your chest, Linda, you'll feel much better, I promise you... " Linda couldn't hold back any longer. The promise of kind reassurance, of concerned sympathy was too much for her. She wanted to be held and soothed and calmed, to be told that things would work out...
Tears started to her eyes and coursed freely down her face. Her voice came in a choking sob.
"Oh Russ, I'm so miserable... " His arm was around her and he drew her to his shoulder, and in a moment, she was weeping uncontrollably.
And it actually felt good, to be held and comforted. It reminded her of when she was a little girl, and a grown-up could smooth away all her troubles.
"Now tell me all about it... " She tried to control her sobbing, because, suddenly, she wanted to tell him, to confide in him about Phil, and what he had done...
"It's... it's Phil... " she began falteringly. "He got so angry with me last night... some of it was my fault too, because I insulted him, but then... then... he... "
"He what?" Russ interposed gently.
"He... he forced me to... to submit... "
"You mean he forced you to let him make love to you?" Russ questioned carefully.
"No! No! He forced me to submit... to submit... anally!"
She'd said it. She waited for an expression of disgust, or of disbelief, but none came.
"You mean, he fucked you in the ass?"
Linda winced from the crude words, but nodded weakly. Why beat around the bush? That's what he did... fucked me in the ass... Those were words he even used himself.
Russ felt a surge of excitement. So. that young punk had lost his temper and screwed her in the ass? She's probably playing frigid with him and he's had enough... Well, so much the better for me...
Aloud, he went on caressingly.
"You poor kid... it must have been terrible for you. You shouldn't have to go through something like that... " His honeyed words were balm to Linda's ears. He understood. He knew how she felt, and he agreed that Phil was wrong. That it was cruel and inhuman of him to submit her to such a vile act.
"No wonder you looked so upset today... it must have been absolute hell fpr you... and you couldn't possibly have done anything to merit something like that... " No, she hadn't, had she? Phil had just lost his temper with her because she had gone to rehearsal. He was so selfish and inconsiderate, and because he didn't get things his own way, he took his petulant anger out on her...
Russ's hand was gently caressing her shoulder and she was scarcely aware of the intimate touch. All she knew was that for the first time today, she was feeling a little better, more relaxed and at ease. All she needed was a little understanding and consideration...
"What you need, honey, is a man who really appreciates you. A man with experience enough to realize exactly the kind of woman you are, and to treat you accordingly. Phil obviously doesn't know... " No, he doesn't. He's never taken the trouble to find out, either. He doesn't know or care what I want, what I need...
She was barely aware of his hand creeping downward with almost imperceptible movement, until it came into contact with her breast. He was touching her breast, just like he did yesterday! But somehow, today, it didn't seem to matter. In fact, she liked his touch. It was soothing, just like his voice was soothing. And there was no harm in letting him touch her like that? It didn't mean anything... he was only trying to make her feel better!
"Yes, an unusual woman like you, Linda, needs a certain kind of man... a man who will be able to unlock the secrets of your magnificent body... " Linda began to stir uneasily. She still liked the touch of his hand on her trembling breast, but it was his words that were disturbing. Of course, what he was saying was true. Phil just wasn't able to unlock the chains that held her body in bondage... she might as well face that fact.
Randall began to slowly, carefully unbutton the front of her dress. Linda froze into immobility, not knowing what to do. All her thoughts seemed suspended and she found she was incapable of making a decision. She could feel the insinuating warmth of Russ's hand as it came into illicit contact with her breast, and instinctively, she drew back against the sofa.
"There now, just relax, Linda honey, and I'll take care of everything. You've been through so much... just take it easy, and very soon you'll feel much, much better... " Randall unbuttoned her dress right down to the waist and allowed himself a glance at the cream-white tops of her quivering breasts, just visible above the lacy cups of her brassiere. Everything was going just as he planned. Don't rush things, he told himself warningly, and this little baby will be putty in your hands...
Carefully, he reached around behind her and unhooked the clasp of her brassiere, and drawing the thin cloth quickly away.
Linda gasped when she realized that her breasts were completely naked, and that Randall's hands were coursing eagerly over the sensitively squirming mounds.
Dear God, what is happening to me? she thought wildly, turning a beseeching look on the passionately aroused older man.
"Please, no Russ... it's wrong... " she whimpered helplessly.
"How can it be wrong, honey, when you like it so much? And you do like it, don't you? You like me stroking your breasts like this, don't you? Much better than when Phil does it... " Conflicting thoughts raced through Linda's dazed brain. She did like it, and much better than with her husband, just like Russ said. But wasn't it wrong to let a stranger caress her intimately like this? Oh God, she just didn't know any more...
Randall, recognizing the conflict that was seizing her, decided to take advantage of it. Without hesitation, he dropped his hand to her thigh, and immediately began to slide it up along the soft smooth surface.
The bewildered young wife froze as she felt the insidious danger of the alien hand creeping up the soft inner flesh of her thigh. She had to stop him now... make him take his hand away from her leg, before it was too late... She remembered that her husband and Janet Randall were due to arrive at any moment. What if they found her like this, her breasts completely naked, and Russ's hand up her dress?
"Stop, Russ, for God's sake stop... Phil and Janet... they'll be here... you've got to stop... "
"Now honey, just take it easy, like I said, and I'll take care of everything. Phil and Janet probably won't be here for awhile yet, and in the meantime, you deserve to have a little pleasure. After the way Phil's been treating you, you are entitled to have a little fun where you can find it... "
"W-what do you mean?" she couldn't help blurting out.
"Well," the older man went on suavely, "the way your husband has been treating you is shameful, and nobody would blame you for forgetting about him for awhile, maybe even getting back at him. He deserves to be hurt, the way he hurt you. You shouldn't let him get away with what he did to you... " The words etched themselves into Linda's brain. Yes, she did want to get her revenge, to pay Phil back for what he had done to her, for the way he humiliated her. She got no pleasure at all out of their love-life. Surely it wasn't so wrong if she found it with another man... besides, he was only stroking and caressing her, making her feel better... there just couldn't be anything wrong with that...
Slowly, Russ inched his fingers upward, until at last he came into contact with the soft silken fabric of her panties. He heard her draw in her breath, but daringly inserted his middle finger inside the narrow elastic legband. He could feel the moist warmth of her gently pulsing vagina as he touched the first straying wisps of pubic hair. Then, without further hesitation, he pushed his hand forward again and began to lightly stroke the thinly-haired outer lips.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh... " Linda couldn't help gasping as shivers of illicit pleasure coursed through her from the exciting stroking. Her entire vagina seemed on fire with overwhelming sensations, and involuntarily, she began to flex it slightly, pushing it outward and upward toward the pleasure-giving fingers.
She wanted to object, to tell the older man to stop, but somehow, the thrills of excitement which were cavorting through her bewildered body prevented her from doing anything.
Countless protests, questions, objections formed in her brain, only to be dismissed as a new wave of pleasure assailed her. His fingers were like separate beings, crawling incessantly over the wetly-pulsing flesh of her helplessly aroused vagina, and she was completely under the power of the feelings they were evoking in her love-starved body.
Holding her panty crotchband aside with his thumb, Russ probed and searched the velvety folds of her cunt, stroking and caressing the blood-swollen outer lips. He came into sudden excruciating contact with the turgid little bud of her clitoris and immediately began to tease and titillate the erogenous little pleasure-bud. His fingertips played around the edges of the pulsating cuntal orifice, until he suddenly, without warning, plunged his middle finger up into the warmly seeping hole of her cunt.
"Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh... " Linda sobbed helplessly, flailing her hips back and forth on the sofa, grinding her buttocks down into the soft cushions.
He continued to force his finger up inside the moistening passage, sinking it deeper and deeper and plunging it in and out in a wild simulation of the primitive rhythm of fucking.
Linda's pelvis began to roll with deep, spasmic thrusts, and she was caught up in an uncontrollable rhythm, which made her gasp and mewl involuntarily. She was past caring about anything now... all doubts and worries were temporarily banished from her brain, as the demands of her body took over. She had been denied the pleasures of sexual desire for too long, and now that she was getting a taste of them, her awakening libido would not listen to reason.
This is wrong, wrong... a warning voice told her faintly, but she persistently brushed it aside. I can't help it... after Phil's brutality, I need to be loved, to feel wanted... I need to get some pleasure out of my body...
Gasps of sheer animal arousal were escaping from her heaving body, as her thighs tightened obscenely around the hand that was probing adulterously up between her trembling legs. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and her head was thrown back lewdly.
This is liquor talking... the voice insisted, stop him now before you'll be sorry... before it's too late...
A passionate shudder convoluted the beautiful blonde's body, and she was sure she was near to climaxing.
It's already too late... I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to... and I don't want to... Oh God, I've waited too long for this to hold back now...
And then, Linda nearly cried out with disappointment. The incredible stroking of her genitals ceased, leaving her suspended in desperate frustration. She blinked back tears, and wondered what was going to happen next, but she was afraid to open her eyes to see.
Then she felt hands tugging at her dress, and it was being eased off. And then her panties were drawn away too, as she lay passionately writhing on the rough cushions of the couch.
"Christ, Linda, you're beautiful!"
She heard the choked words, and her eyes flew open. In that split second, she forgot that she was completely naked, sprawled on a stranger's sofa in his house. She forgot everything as her eyes fell on the unbelievable length of the huge, blood-distended penis that was hovering a few feet away from her eyes. Russ was totally naked, too!
She just couldn't take her eyes off his penis. She had never imagined that a man's penis could get so big, that it could look so menacing. She could see it's angry red length, the veins raised and blue from the fiery blood pumping through them. She was sure that she could see the feverish churning of the hairy scrotum dangling below the thickly jutting shaft, and a shiver of fear shuddered through her.
She could still feel the tingling in her openly throbbing vagina, and wondered how she must appear, stretched out wantonly, her thighs invitingly spread. She felt suddenly embarrassed, and a burning flush of shame reddened her face.
But Russ didn't seem to care. He only had eyes for her voluptuous body. She was even more beautiful than he'd imagined.. Her golden, willowy body was the nearest thing to perfection he'd seen, and he wondered how he could stop himself from plunging immediately into the enticing opening up between her widespread milk-white legs. But he had to be careful. He didn't want his plans, carefully built up from the moment he first saw her, to go awry at this stage. Giving her the star part, carefully nurturing her friendship, inviting her husband tonight to keep Janet busy... everything was carefully planned to lead up to this... the moment when he had Mrs. Philip Hartley naked and vulnerable, at his mercy. But if he rushed things, she might take fright. No, he had to handle things smoothly, right down to the last.
"Now honey," he said hoarsely, "I'm going to make love to you - "
"NO!" she shrieked suddenly, interrupting him.
"There's no need for alarm, baby. Everything's going to be all right. You liked it when I stroked your pussy, didn't you? Well, that's the only a beginning. I'm going to fuck you now, I'm going to shove my prick into that hot little cunt of yours, and you're going to love it... " Linda was mesmerized. The lewd words repulsed her, and at the same time, they held a lurid fascination for her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want him to make love to her... or did she? Her eyes strayed again to the huge, pounding cock held proudly in his hand. It was so big! It would split her in two, if he tried to enter her. There was no doubt about that.
She gasped when she felt his hands on her softly trembling inner thighs. He drew them slowly apart, revealing the full length of her moist pink pussy-split fringed by curling wisps of golden pubic hairs. He could see the tiny viscous opening to her trembling body, quivering slightly in apprehension.
"Please no, Russ, leave me alone... " she moaned beseechingly. "I made a mistake... please don't... " Russ was suddenly angry. He didn't want any hold up now. He'd waited too long.
"It's too late now, honey," he said harshly. I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not... and if you give me any trouble, I'll just tell that hot-tempered punk of a husband of yours about how you let me play with your pussy a few minutes back!"
Linda blanched. Oh God, what if Phil found out? What if Russ told him what had happened? The thought of her husband's anger if he found out was like a wet blanket being thrown over her. He'd kill her... he'd break every bone in her body! There was no turning back for her now... she was trapped, by her own stupidity. I never should have accepted those drinks...
And then, her fears about her husband were completely obliterated by the realization of what was happening to her right now. The hard rubbery head of Randall's greedy shaft was positioned right at the tiny cuntal opening, and was nudging eagerly at the fragile outer flesh.
It was too late... there was nothing she could do... Randall was going to put his penis up inside her!
She held her breath for what seemed an interminable length of time, and then... as Randall lunged his desire-inflamed penis forward...
"AAA ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... " Her agonized shriek rent the room as a thousand demons of pain prodded her with their sharpened tridents. Her thighs were remorselessly swept aside as Randall rammed forward, forcing the huge bulbous head of his lust-engorged cock past the delicate outer membrane.
"AAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... STOP... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEE... " But he seemed oblivious to her moans of pain. His hands tightened even more on the bruised flesh of her upper legs, holding her in place, and he swung his pelvis forward again, tunneling hard up through the futilely resisting inner channel.
Linda was conscious of nothing but the unbelievable pain, and she was sure she'd never be able to walk again.
" Uuuuuugggghhhnnnhhhhh... aaagggghhhmmmmnnnnnn... " she grunted hoarsely as he finally hit bottom, the burgeoning head grazing uncomfortably against the tender, sensitive tip of her cervix.
He held his blood-inflated shaft motionless inside her, and it seemed to Linda that it was expanding inside her with each passing second, and that it would soon burst from its furious pulsing.
Russ stared down at her defenseless young body, skewered unmercifully by the pounding hardness of his sunken rod of flesh, and he smiled with satisfaction. It always gave him a great thrill to see an innocent young bride abused in this way. The sight of her vulnerable body, pinioned by his deeply embedded cock, added to the actual pleasure of fucking her. There was a glazed frightened look in her eyes, and she was mutely beseeching him for mercy. Yes, she was undoubtedly at his mercy, and she knew it.
Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling out his pulsating rod of flesh, until just the hard, rubbery head was still firmly enclosed by her contracting cuntal membrane. Then he rammed forward again with all his might, holding her so that she was immobile.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH GOD! OH GOD!" she moaned again and again as he plummeted to the very depths of her tormented little belly, planting his punishing cock completely up between her widely outstretched legs. The heavy hanging sac of his balls was wedged firmly between the upraised cheeks of her tight little ass, and the hirsute warmth grazing against her painfully spread anal split added to the discomfort and humiliation she was feeling.
Right away, Russ began to establish a slow fucking rhythm, sawing into her with long, hard deep strokes, sinking his blood-filled shaft to the hilt inside her, and rotating it slightly for a moment, before pulling it out again. He withdrew it until just the huge mushrooming head still lay buried, and then plunged forward again, knocking the breath out of Linda's body with each tremendous instroke. Her hips were numb from his tight, claw-like grip, and her buttocks were sore from being rubbed continually down against the sofa.
Linda was paralyzed with humiliation... and fear. At any moment, she expected her husband and Randall's wife to walk in in the door and find her like this. What would they say? How could she ever face her husband again? Nothing Phil had done or could do could excuse her infidelity. Not even the terrible anal rape he had perpetrated on her could excuse the fact that she was lying here willingly being fucked by Randall. Yes, fucked... the obscene word was the only one which could adequately describe what was happening to her.
Then, unbelievably, a change came over Linda. While her thoughts were occupied with the enormity of what was going on, her body was reacting in a different way. Primitive, age-old instincts surfaced and re-asserted themselves. Almost imperceptibly, she parted her thighs a little more, and even though she still felt tiny residues of pain, she began to flex her hips in answering rhythm. She was beginning to enjoy it! She was beginning to enjoy the savage fucking that the conniving older man was giving her!
Rationally, Linda just couldn't believe it. Her shame and misery of only moments before had faded and were replaced by a casual acceptance of the fact that she was being used as a sexual receptacle by a shrewd, charming older man. She wanted to cry out "NO! NO!" but instead...
"Yesssss... Ooooohhhhh yesssss... " She couldn't help it. The demands and desires of her love-neglected body were too much for her. She had to give in to it... her carnal instincts were triumphing over her conscience. She was enjoying making love with Randall. She was enjoying an act which was against all she ever believed in. Somehow, now, it didn't matter that she was being unfaithful to Phil. If he hadn't treated her the way he did, she would never have submitted to the older man's seduction. It was really all Phil's fault... because of him, she had turned to another man... a man who was satisfying her far more than her husband ever did.
Her arms tightened around Randall's neck, and she pressed the heated flesh of her palpitating breasts up tight against his chest. Her legs snaked out and locked themselves up around his lower back, and her wildly writhing cunt flowered open to receive more and more of his pistoning cock deep inside her openly receptive pussy.
Russ was thrilled with the response he had elicited in the innocent young blonde. She was just like all the others... prudish, proud, disdainful at first... but after they got a taste of his cock, they were begging for more. He knew that his wife would be successful with young Hartley; but boy, she'd get a surprise when she found out how he'd scored with the guy's wife! She had told him he'd never make it, that Linda was too naive and innocent. But he had succeeded, just like he knew he would.
The two wet bodies slapped nakedly together in increasingly obscene tempo. The air was resounding with hoarse, guttural sounds of love, and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-inflamed fucking. Linda's head was thrown back, her long blonde hair like a golden mane flowing out behind her. She was undulating uncontrollably, every nerve ending alive and quivering.
"Well, honey, do you like being fucked by a real man?" he couldn't resist asking.
"Oooohhh yes, I like it, I like it... " was the rapid reply, and Russ knew he had won her over completely.
Linda was bucking and thrashing now like a wild-woman. She was alive with a million pleasurable sensations, and she knew that she was at last within reach of that blissful state she thought she'd never reach. She was almost ready to cum!
She didn't care that Phil and Janet might walk in at any moment; all she cared about was reaching for that golden grail and finally tasting it.
Moments later, it came...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Oh God, I'm almost there... I'm... I'm... CUM-MINGGGGGGGGG... !!"
Her whole body seemed shaken by an invisible string, and she quivered and shivered frighteningly. Great waves of pleasure washed over her again and again, and she found herself floating on a cloud towards an indescribable nirvana.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnn... OooohhWdihhhhhh... " she mewled helplessly as spasm after spasm of volatile ecstasy shuddered through her. She was grinding her desire-ridden pussy against Russ's pile-driving cock, and he could feel the warm onrush of her steaming cuntal juices.
Then, he could hold back no longer.
"AARRGGHH! A A R RGGHHH ! AARRGGHHH!" he moaned again and again as he slammed his hips violently against Linda's desperately oscillating pussy. She returned thrust for thrust, her inner vaginal channel milking convulsively on his pistoning penis, coaxing his seething male sperm into her waiting darkness.
Linda felt the heat of his spurting semen with a thrill of pleasure. Her helplessly aroused little belly absorbed the precious liquid like a sponge and continued to convolute around the ejaculating shaft. Her head was whirling and she felt herself slipping further and further away from the actuality of her seduction, reaching an euphoric state where only pleasure and satisfaction were prominent. Moments later, she was still, dazed and semi-conscious from the overwhelming power of the first orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER SIX
Phil felt relieved when Linda finally left for the theater. She spent so long getting ready that he thought she'd never leave. She seemed to spend a lot of time with her hair, and makeup, of late, and she never mentioned anymore how the play was going. Not that he was that interested. The only thing he was interested in of late was Janet. Ever since that night nearly three weeks ago when she had sucked him off in the dressing room, she had filled his thoughts completely.
Although he saw her nearly every night, he never seemed to be able to get enough of her. Her magnificent body haunted him, and she had taught him so much since he had met her. He had never known a woman like her, and he was desperately afraid that he'd lose her. Already he began to have a feeling that she was growing less interested in him, but he hoped and prayed it was only his imagination. After all, she was coming here tonight... so she couldn't be that tired of him!
He pouted himself a Scotch and added some soda. He couldn't keep still when he was waiting for her. The minutes seemed like hours, and his ears were constantly tuned to catch the sound of her car.
His life had certainly changed in the weeks since he met the provocative older woman. Suddenly his problems with Linda didn't seem quite so important. Of course, he would liked to have resolved them, but there seemed to be no hope of that. His beautiful blonde wife seemed to be drawing further and further away from him. In many ways, she was like a completely different person. She was animated with a new vitality, and she didn't seem to have need of him at all. That might really have worried him, were he not so caught up in Janet. Of course, he hadn't touched her since that night when he had fucked her in the ass.
He was really sorry he'd done that; it seemed to really shock his innocent young bride, but yet, he could never bring himself to talk about it, and apologize. He just hoped that things would work out with Linda. Naturally, he didn't want a divorce, but as long as he was getting a taste of Janet pretty often, he was content not to rock the boat, and let things just drift on...
Linda pulled back from the passionate kiss that Russ was giving her, and said worriedly.
"But are you sure she doesn't suspect anything?"
Russ smiled. It was one of Linda's big worries that Russ's wife would find out about the two of them, and she was forever worried about it. The thought that he always gave Janet a blow-by-blow account of his affair with the naive young blonde amused him considerably, particularly when he had to assure Linda that Janet had no clue about what was going on.
"I told you not to worry, honey," he soothed smoothly, his eyes devouring her slender young body. He just couldn't seem to get enough of her, especially since each love-making session seemed to uncover new depths of sensuality. She didn't seem to be at all worried about her own husband finding out about her transgression. He didn't seem to guess what was happening, but from what Janet told him from time to time, he guessed that she was getting tired of the young husband.
That's my girl, Janet, he thought secretly. Fond as he was of vulnerable young brides like Linda, he knew he could never do without his volatile red-haired wife. He realized he was lucky... not many women would put up with his peculiar tastes, but then, he reflected, not many husbands would have patience with Janet's definite affinity for aggressive young husbands. All in all, we make a good pair, he agreed, and then turned his attentions back to the beautiful young blonde who was gazing at him adoringly.
"I've got something special in mind for you tonight, Linda," he promised. "Something that you'll really like!"
"Oooohhh what's that?" Linda squealed with delight, "please tell me!"
"No, you've got to wait and see," he said mysteriously, casually pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress.
Linda felt a tingle of excitement. She always did when Russ hinted at something new. She just never knew what he had in store for her. And no matter what he came up with, she always enjoyed it. She had never dreamed that she possessed such a bizarre sexual appetite, but she did, and Russ had certainly uncovered it. They didn't do much rehearsing of late; every evening was spent in hours of fucking in all different positions, and she was usually dead tired when she got home.
Phil didn't raise any objection to her going to the theater any more; she guessed he had just become resigned to it. Things were pretty strained between them, but she didn't really mind. It would do Phil good to cool his heels for a 'while, and as long as she could spend some time with Russ Randall every day, she didn't care. He was able to satisfy her completely. He opened up a whole new world to her, and she would always be grateful to him for that.
He was easing off her dress, brushing her quivering flesh with hot burning kisses. They were in one of the dressing rooms that had a couch from a previous set in it, and it was here that they always came. She was completely naked now but for her panties, and Russ gently guided her to the sofa.
"Now don't worry about a thing... let Uncle Russ take care of everything!"
Linda had to smile at her lover when he was in his avuncular mood. She recalled how he had been the same way the night he had first seduced her, and how it had worked. She had been desperately in need of soothing that night, and although she had felt an occasional pang of guilt, she was, on the whole, glad that it had happened. If it hadn't happened that way, she might never know what it really meant to be a woman. The vistas of unlimited sexual pleasure might never have opened up to her, and she would never really have known what she was missing. She would only guess... Russ was pulling down her panties, and she arched her hips up off the bed to allow them to be eased off. Then, she was lying there, completely naked, her voluptuous body offered up as if in sacrifice. The activities of the last few weeks had resulted in a new curving roundness which made her body seem all the more inviting and attractive. She wasn't really aware of the change, herself, but Russ certainly noticed it.
"Now just lie back and relax, baby," he advised, as he placed a hand on each silk smooth inner thigh. Slowly, carefully, he drew apart the slender columns, revealing to his greedy gaze the enticing pink slit of her quivering vagina. He could see the moist hair-lined outer lips, and the fluted inner lips, barely visible. The tip of her reddish little clitoris protruded slightly from the curling wisps of golden pubic hairs. Linda parted her thighs to allow him a greater vision, and gently, he placed a finger and thumb on each blood-swollen outer fold. Almost reverently, he drew them apart, and gasped as the full pink moistness of her anxiously waiting pussy came into view. For a long moment, he stared at the excitingly glistening pussy-flesh, prolonging the anticipation of what he was going to do.
Linda lay there expectantly, every nerve ending quivering with excitement. She liked to give herself over completely to her experienced lover, and to allow him to do with her as he wished. It gave her a sort of masochistic pleasure, knowing that he was using her for his own excitement and that there was nothing she could do about it. It made her feel as if he held her in some kind of bondage, which, in fact he did, because she knew herself to be a slave to the sensations that he alone was able to give her.
Slowly, Russ lowered his head between her invitingly out spread legs, and reaching out with his long wet tongue, ran it down the length of the squirming vaginal split.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh... Aaaaahhhhh... " Linda sobbed suddenly, pulling back as if she had been struck with a whip. But Russ held her in place and she couldn't really move more than a few inches.
"Now honey," he said in a scolding voice, "I'm only going to lick your cunt. I know you'll like it... just wait and see... " Linda willed herself into immobility. She hadn't been prepared for this. All her instincts rebelled against this obscene violation of her private cuntal flesh. She had always been taught that such intimate acts were wrong, actually sick, but had never really believed that people indulged in them. Certainly, Phil had never tried anything like that, and if he had, she would have put him in his place. But, somehow, she didn't even try to stop Russ.
It felt strange, feeling his tongue running up and down her tender vaginal flesh like that, but still, she didn't tell him to stop. She didn't think she really liked the lewd act, but at least it didn't hurt, and it didn't feel too bad...
Russ continued to swipe with his tongue, agilely dipping and probing her- secret hidden recesses, lapping at her warmly seeping cuntal secretions with obvious relish. He knew he had taken his young mistress by surprise, and it established his mastery over her - the fact that he could still surprise her!
His tongue grew quicker and more insistent with its lascivious searching. He inhaled her sweet scented cuntal odors, and tasted the pungent taste of her throbbing little pussy. Suddenly, he came into searing contact with the rigid little knob of her already hardened clitoris.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG HHHHHH... !!!!" Linda sobbed out, thrashing her hips wildly down against the couch. Shivers of excruciating pleasure shot through her, making her lurch and flail with new intensity. She couldn't believe the tide of impassioned excitement which was washing over her as Russ continued to titillate the sensitive little button. He held it between his teeth while his tongue drubbed unceasingly at it, making it grow and pound as the quickened blood pulsed hotly through it.
Yes, she was beginning to enjoy it. Aghast as her brain might be at the salacious act, her body suddenly took command and made obvious its approval. She began to grind her softly fleshed buttocks down against the sofa in a pseudo fucking rhythm, and to rotate the passion ridden plane of her vagina against the sensually arousing organ that was licking and sucking with such eagerness at her steaming cuntal flesh.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... " she sighed through clenched teeth as her thighs closed in tightly around Russ's obscenely buried head, holding him in position like a clamp. Her hands reached down and tangling in his hair, pushed his perspiring face harder against her lust drenched young pussy.
Her whole body was on fire now, kindled by the lascivious flames which were emanating from the red hot flesh of her vagina. A flush crimsoned her face and her mouth was half-open, as she mewled and moaned with uncontrollable intensity. Her eyes were smoky and glazed and she was like a woman possessed, completely out of the control of her rational senses.
Russ, seeing her total arousal, stopped his lewd licking for a moment.
"You like having your cunt licked, don't you, honey?" he asked leeringly.
"Yessssss... yes, Oh God, yes, I do... " she mumbled insanely, her head flailing from side to side.
"You do what, honey, you like what?" he went on teasingly, holding off for a moment longer from his maddening cunt-lapping.
Linda hesitated. She didn't know what kind of game Russ was playing, but she knew it was wisest to comply. But she always tried to refrain from using vulgar language. She felt that such things were always better left unsaid, especially by her. She was no longer minded when Russ used the obscene words, as he always did, but now he obviously expected her to do the same. "Go on, tell me you like it... or I'll stop!"
Linda felt a surge of panic. Now that she had discovered that she really liked having her vagina kissed and licked like that, she didn't want him to stop, especially when she was hanging there in mid-air. He was blackmailing her... he wanted to hear the obscenities coming from her lips... and he would stop at nothing to get his way.
"Yes, I like it... " she said finally, "I like having... my... pussy... my pussy licked!"
There, she'd said it, and it wasn't too bad.
"Go on, honey," he insisted maddeningly, "tell me again!"
Linda felt she was on the brink of madness. He was driving her crazy with his teasing, and she wanted him to continue his sucking and licking or she'd go out of her mind.
"Oh God yes, I like it! I like you sucking my cunt! But don't stop, oh please don't stop... " She didn't care how wanton and abandoned she sounded. She couldn't help it; she felt as if her entire pelvic regions were on fire and that nothing would quench it but the fabulous licking that Russ would give it.
Randall, exhilarated by his obvious victory, bent to his task again, darting and probing with his deftly flicking tongue, hovering maddeningly around the fragile flesh surrounding the petal shaped opening to her body.
Without warning, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it headlong into the tiny opening.
"AAAGGGH! AAAGGGH! AAAGGGGH!" AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" Linda shrieked, her hands clutching furiously at her lover's head. She was going crazy from the tonguing he was giving her, and she thought she'd die from the pleasure she was getting from his feverishly working tongue. She had never experienced pleasure like this before, and she didn't care what happened now, just so long as she reached completion through this unbelievable oral love-making.
Russ had told her she'd enjoy it, and he was right. She was enjoying it, and soon she'd cum from his wanton tongue-fucking...
* * *
Janet Randall let herself quietly into the theater. Somehow, she didn't feel like seeing Phil tonight. Even though she had told him that she'd be there, she just couldn't bring herself to go over to his house. She knew she should phone, but decided she wouldn't do that either. Maybe she'd change her mind and go over there anyway. But first, she'd take a look see' what Russ and Linda were doing.
Russ was in absolute raptures over the beautiful young blonde, and Janet would certainly have started feeling jealous, if she didn't know her husband so well. She was just sorry that her period of infatuation with young husbands never lasted as long as Russ's affairs with their wives. But she grew bored very quickly, she knew... the miracle was that she hadn't gotten bored with Russ. And she didn't think she would, either, which was just as well, because she was sure she would never find a partner as understanding and indulgent as Russ.
Janet made her way straight to the dressing room where she knew she'd find Russ and Linda. The door was closed, and, carefully, she turned the handle. They weren't expecting her, and she wanted to give them a surprise. At the same time, she didn't want to disturb them. Also, she believed that the unsuspected eavesdropper often got the best and most tantalizing view...
She opened the door just a crack, which unfortunately didn't help her. So she pushed it open a little wider, and immediately saw at a glance what was transpiring in the tiny room.
She could see Linda's long, slender legs, splayed wantonly apart, and she knew that the hunched figure crouching up between them was her own husband.
Well, how do you like that? He's licking her cunt! She stared at the lascivious spectacle, a half amused smile on her face. And he told me she was still prudish. If that's prudish...
She had to admit to herself that she was surprised by Linda Hartley. She would never have suspected that the naive young blonde had it in her, not even after Russ had told her how readily she had succumbed to his artful seduction.
The girl's lovely golden body was heaving, bathed in perspiration, and Janet could hardly believe that the hoarse, animal-like grunts were actually emanating from her lovely lips.
She could just barely see the gleam of Linda's moist pink pussy, quivering visibly with mounting passion. She saw her husband's tongue slithering lewdly up into the soft wet folds and creases, and unconsciously, she parted her own thighs slightly. Janet could feel a vicarious tingle up between her own legs as she watched her handsome husband sucking and lapping at the aroused young blonde's delectable pussy.
The girl's breasts were palpitating, the nipples hard looking and roseate, jiggling with each forceful shudder that spasmed through her body. Her long golden hair fanned out like a shimmering curtain around her passion-flushed face, and Janet felt a stab of jealousy as she stared at her beautiful young rival. Phil just doesn't realize what he's got here, and if he doesn't wake up, he just might never get a chance to know...
The willingly aroused victim of her older lover's artful tongue-fucking, Linda was sure that she couldn't hold out much longer. She felt as if different forces were tugging at her body from all different directions, and that she would explode soon from the sheer pressure on her desire-inflamed flesh. She ground her lust-demented vagina up hard against Russ's moisture bathed face, unable to get enough of his electrifying tongue.
"Oh God darling, I can't hold on much longer... " she gasped feverishly, her hands clutching viciously at his hair.
Russ smiled, his lips taut over his bared teeth. Man, she's really going wild over this... I'll bet she'll really get a taste for it now...
And then, a strange, lust-distorted voice rang out, freezing Linda's blood with fear and terror.
"Hey, wait a minute, you two!"
It was Janet!
Oh God no! Janet has discovered us! What is she going to do? Dear God in heaven, what am I going to do?
She tried to turn her head, but couldn't. She held her breath, afraid to say anything. Russ didn't say anything - he just went on unconcernedly sucking and licking her vagina. The seconds ticked by, and Linda's throat felt dry and clammy. She waited for something to happen for Janet to start screaming, for the enraged wife to start pummeling her with blows... she was prepared for anything... except what happened!
"Why should you two have all the fun?" Janet asked, a jealous note in her voice.
This time, Linda had to see. She had to find out for herself what was going on. Janet's question puzzled her... it was not what she expected.
Slowly, she turned her head to the side, and then gasped aloud when her startled disbelieving eyes came to rest on the completely naked figure of the redhead! Linda just couldn't believe it. But Janet was stark naked. Linda could see the voluptuously sculpted upswept breasts, the narrow waist flaring to graceful hips, the russet triangle of her soft pubic 'vee'.
After that, for a few minutes, confusion reigned. Linda didn't know what was happening. She only knew that there was a flurry of movement, the couch was giving way, the brushing of naked flesh against her cheek.
Then her breath was cut off, and a scented moistness enveloped her face. For a long moment, she didn't know what was going on, and then she knew... she just couldn't believe it, but the truth was - Janet was crouching down over her face!
A feeling of revulsion swept over the bewildered young blonde. This was beyond question against her innate principles. She had sunk to unknown depths with Russ, but at least he was a man. What was expected of her now was absolutely taboo... or was it?
Once more, Linda's concepts and beliefs underwent an abrupt shuffling. Hadn't she always deemed marital infidelity a heinous crime? Hadn't she always held that oral love-making was disgusting, perverted? Yes, she had, and yet, she had indulged in both of those unmentionable transgressions. Why not this one? Was love with another woman really so different? Wasn't she being hypocritical by baulking now? Hadn't she considered herself liberated, beyond the inhibitions of a Victorian society. Well, hadn't she?
Janet was still patiently sitting astride Linda's head and facing toward her own husband Russ, still contentedly licking and sucking up between the younger woman's wide-held thighs, while Linda grappled with her doubts and fears.
Suddenly, all opposition fell away and instinct took over. Why not? Why not go all the way, come what may? Cautiously, she reached out with her tongue and dabbed gently at the moist quivering pussy-flesh held directly above her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm... yes, that's it honey... " Janet moaned above, and Linda, heartened by the older woman's approval, began to lick gingerly with her inexperienced tongue. She was surprised at how good it tasted, another woman's cunt. She had never expected it to be like this. But Janet seemed to be taking it all for granted, and it was up to her, Linda, to follow suit.
The excited redhead positioned herself more comfortably on top of the supine blonde wife, and Linda continued her gentle licking and lapping at the quivering vaginal flesh. She eased the tip of her wetly searching tongue up into the deep creases and crevices, exploring for the first time the secrets of another woman's steaming pussy. She began to warm to her task, as she grew in confidence, and managed to find the hardened little bud of Janet's clitoris, nestling beneath the collar of copper-haired outer lips. Dropping her probing tongue still lower, she encountered the pulsating hole of her eagerly clasping cuntal orifice, and began to poke at the viscous aperture.
Janet moaned and sighed above her, and ground her helplessly aroused cunt even harder against the younger woman's tantalizing tongue. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and of their own volition, her hands crept down behind her to enclose Linda's full, ripe breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples. She liked the feel of the girl's breasts in her hands, and she knew that Linda was gasping out her pleasure into her warm, scented cunt.
Russ knew what had happened. He was surprised when his wife had come into the dressing room, but he was not at all surprised by what had followed. He knew what Janet was like, and far from objecting to her joining in his love-making with his young mistress, he welcomed it. He knew he could always count on his unorthodox wife to lend an unusual note to any proceedings. And Linda didn't seem to mind either... it seemed as if his protegee was turning out to be ready for anything! Linda began to approach orgasm again. She had completely accustomed herself to the fact that she was licking Janet's pussy, while Janet's own husband was sucking her lust-ridden pussy down below. Somehow, it no longer seemed strange. She was giving Janet the same pleasure as she was getting herself, and there wasn't anything wrong with that. She didn't mind taking part in this lascivious trio... in fact, she liked it!
Just as waves of tremendous pleasure were pounding furiously throughout her body, and she felt herself on the brink of a climax, Janet beat her to it.
"Oh God, keep sucking, Linda! Keep licking my cunt!" Her voice was unrecognizable in its passion, and she was pounding her lust-demented cunt down against Linda's furiously working mouth. The wildly excited blonde felt the warm moist onrush of the redhead's cuntal juices as they swarmed down over her face in a misty shower, and then, her own time had come.
Her impassioned moans were muffled in the softly quivering cuntal flesh of the woman above her, and she could feel them exploding and vibrating throughout the length of Janet's climaxing young body.
Russ continued to suck and lap unceasingly at Linda's writhing, flailing pussy, exulting vicariously in the two women's orgasms. His face felt numb and he could hardly breathe as Linda's vagina rimmed his nose and mouth and his own breath returned to him scented with the fragrance of her excited body.
At last, Linda's body began to quiet, the tremors subsiding, until finally she and Janet collapsed together in a tangled heap. Their arms enclosed each other and Linda felt conscious of a wonderful feeling of warmth and satisfaction... a feeling which strangely excluded Russ... a feeling shared just with Janet alone...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Christ, Linda, I love the way you suck my cock!" Russ moaned through passion-clenched teeth. He stared down, through lust-dimmed eyes at the beautiful blonde lying stretched out between his legs. Her long golden hair was draped around his thighs, and her face was masked in a look of enraptured pleasure. Her full red lips were ovalled tightly around the pulsating hardness of his blood-filled cock, and she was clasping the thick sturdy base with one hand. The other hand was eagerly squeezing the churning sac of his balls.
Shivers coursed up and down his spine, and his head was reeling in a daze of sensual excitement. He arched his back, forcing more and more of his throbbing shaft between the grasping red lips. He wondered how she could take so much of it into her mouth without choking, but she couldn't seem to get enough of it. She accepted it all without question, closing her lips tightly like an elastic band, preventing the lust-hardened rod of flesh from pulling back out again.
But it wasn't just the fact that the attractive blonde was sucking his cock that made him so aroused and excited. It was the knowledge that while he was having his impassioned shaft licked and kissed by the lascivious young housewife, his own wife was groveling in between the pretty blonde's long slender legs, sucking and slavering at her trembling pussy. He was involved in a lewd trio with his mistress and his wife!
Linda's eyes were closed in rapturous ecstasy. Her fingers tightened around the palpitating base of her lover's pistoning cock, as she slid her softly rounded mouth up and down the sensitively squirming surface. It's heaven licking Russ's prick like this, she thought happily. And it's better still doing it while Janet is sucking my pussy!
Linda could still hardly believe that it was actually she who was taking part in this lascivious tangle. I've certainly changed over the last few weeks, she smiled to herself, realizing that she was without question, pleased with the metamorphosis that Russ had worked on her. Two short months ago, she was miserable, unhappy, completely dissatisfied with her life. Now - she had everything she wanted. She had found real sexual fulfillment in a way she had never dreamt possible. Her body possessed responses and feelings which continued to bewilder her, and sometimes, she was astonished at the ease with which she accepted and experimented with different aspects of sex.
Ever since that eventful day, when Janet had discovered Russ licking her cunt, things had taken a new turn. They almost always seemed to fall into a threesome now. Not that she minded - quite the opposite, in fact. She had never believed that she could derive so much pleasure from making love with another woman. But Janet was an expert teacher, just as her husband Russ was, and she found that she herself quickly learned. In fact, she had established a real rapport with the older woman which had developed into a special kind of closeness.
Yes, things were going wonderfully well for Linda, and she was completely happy... well, almost. The only drawback was Phil. Although she tried not to worry too much about him, it was impossible not to be concerned about her husband of four months. She saw less and less of him as the weeks sped by. For a time, when she first got involved with Russ alone, she seemed preoccupied with something else. But lately he had begun to get more and more irritable. He was continually questioning her as to where she was going, and when she'd be back. In fact, he was succeeding in making her very uncomfortable. Not that she was feeling guilty. It was just that things would go much more smoothly if things were better between them.
But she just didn't know how to go about improving their relationship. At heart, she felt that it was too late - that events had driven a real wedge between them that couldn't be shifted. She had almost forgotten about that anal incident that lead to their initial estrangement. It seemed so insignificant now in the light of all that followed.
Still, she couldn't bring herself to be the one to break the ice. And ice it definitely was. She couldn't admit to her new husband what her activities were. And if she brought about a reconciliation, he might take more of an interest in what she was doing, and find out what was going on. Sometimes, she believed that he was really getting suspicious. He asked her several times when the performance was, and she had to keep putting him off. For the truth was, rehearsals had been completely abandoned in the orgies of sexual adventures which followed their discovery by Janet.
But Linda soon decided, as she usually did, that she wasn't going to waste much time thinking or worrying about Phil. Time was too precious, and she was having too much fun with the Randalls. Phil could take care of himself, she was sure, and she had to look after her own interests.
Russ's cock felt like it was expanding every second in the clutching warmth of her mouth. The hard spongy head nudged against her larynx and she could feel the heated passion of the lust-quickened blood coursing through the veins that webbed it's sensitive underside. Her hand continued to milk convulsively on the churning sac of his scrotum, and she was rewarded by the moans and sighs of pleasure which tore themselves from his throat.
Her own mewls of pleasure were muffled around the huge, palpitating cock jammed in her mouth. Janet's tongue and lips below were kindling an uncontrollable fire between her thighs, and involuntarily, she began to grind her passion-ridden vagina against the sucking, slavering mouth planted firmly on the blood-swollen folds of quivering flesh. Janet felt Linda's silky thighs closing tighter against her perspiring face as she continued to probe and dab tirelessly with her tongue. Her mouth and nose were completely rimmed by the excited blonde's hotly trembling pussy, and her breath was expelled in long gasps into the exquisitely scented depths which engulfed her.
The lascivious redhead felt a familiar thrill of pleasure as she continued her lewd task. She reveled in the excitement she engendered in the lovely young blonde, and she derived her own brand of pleasure from the knowledge that soon she would reduce the younger woman to a quivering, moaning mass of pure unadulterated passion. Ever since that first time, Linda had never failed to respond to feminine love-making, and had quickly learned the unbelievable pleasure of having another woman kissing and licking her cunt.
Yes, Janet was very pleased with the threesome that the young Mrs. Hartley made with herself and her husband-. All three of them seemed to click together in a way that they, the Randalls, never did with anyone else, and Janet thanked her lucky stars that Russ had been able to score with Linda right away, and so set them on the road to the incredible experiences they were having.
Of course, she had never any doubt that she would be able to twist Phil Hartly around her little finger. She just never had any trouble with men of any sort, and young husbands, especially newlyweds, like Phil, were easiest of all. They usually had the same story as far as she could discern... they discovered that their nubile young brides were not as easy to tame as they had thought, and somehow, they were all alike in never realizing that it was their inexperience and impatience that was at the root of the trouble.
And Phil Hartley was no exception. He had never discovered that his beautiful young wife, so naive and child-like on the surface, was actually a firebomb underneath. She had to admit to herself, though, that she was feeling a little guilty about not seeing so much of him lately. In fact, that night when she had looked in on Russ and Linda, and hadn't been able to resist joining in, she never kept her date with him at all, and he was very upset over that. But somehow, she just found the thought of a threesome with Linda and Russ much more exciting than an evening with the demanding young husband. So she began to spend more and more time with her own husband and Mrs. Hartley, and she knew that Phil was getting very upset and angry. But she couldn't help that... she couldn't please everyone, and in a case like that, she usually opted for pleasing herself...
Oh God, this is fabulous... Linda thought ecstatically as tremors of familiar pleasure washed over her like warm waves, soothing her and at the same time baring the sensitive endings of her fever-pitched flesh. Janet's incessant licking and sucking below, the hungry plunging of her furled tongue into the darkest recesses of her wildly squirming cunt, all added to a feverish crescendo of almost unbearable excitement.
She continued to suck on Russ's thickly inflated cock, her tongue swirling and dipping tirelessly as she tried to give him the maximum pleasure. The pendulous balls in her hand seemed to contract and harden, and she knew that he was almost ready to climax.
She knew, too, that she herself couldn't hold off too much longer. The convulsive spasms which shuddered through her body were reaching shock wave proportions, and already she could feel an involuntarily thrashing beginning to take control of her fiery pelvis.
Her satiny thighs clutched even tighter around Janet's submerged head, and her own sucking and oral milking above grew more frantic.
She was almost there... she was almost ready to cum from the unbelievable licking that Janet Randall was giving her lust-ridden cunt, while she herself was sucking her lover's powerfully driving cock. She was at the center of a lascivious, pleasure bound threesome, and she was just about ready to climax...
* * *
Phil's knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel. His eyes stared wildly ahead, and his teeth were clenched in an agony of fury. I've had just about enough of this... he said to himself for the innumerable time. I'm tired of that little bitch's tricks..
It was nearly midnight, and Janet Randall had promised faithfully that she'd come to his house at nine that night. But the appointed time came and went, just as it had so many other nights, without a sign of the attractive redhead. She was driving Phil crazy. The thought that she was playing games with him was the worst of all. His bruised ego couldn't take any of her feminine wiles, and if she wanted to be finished with him, he'd rather she came right out and said so. Instead, it was always excuses, and a promise for the future.
Linda hadn't come home either by the time he left the house. But that was no surprise to him now. In fact, he hardly ever saw his wife lately. She was always on her way to, if not already at, the theater. Not that it mattered, because things were so stiff between them. Linda acted as if she didn't know that he existed. They hardly exchanged more than a few words of late. When he told her that he had handed in his resignation at the bank, she didn't seem to care. He had expected a barrage of outraged resentment at the news that he was after all going to join the public relations firm, but, instead he was met with barely concealed disinterest... which was far worse.
But at least, he was free from pressure in his job. If he had to sustain the pace at the bank, on top of all his troubles at home and with Janet, he'd have gone completely crazy! But now, he was determined to get to the bottom of what was happening with Janet.
Grimly, he swung the car into the theater parking lot, and without wasting a second, he slammed the door shut and hurried towards the theater. It was in almost total darkness, but instinctively, he went around the back of the stage towards the dressing rooms.
He stood still, listening. He was going to call out, but decided not to. He knew Janet must be here, because he had phoned her house and she wasn't there. He was sure they were still rehearsing here somewhere, or maybe even having a drink after a rehearsal. If he could just talk to Janet for a few minutes in private, he'd say all he wanted to say and maybe they'd get things straight. As for his wife, Linda, there was nothing he could say to her. She was like a stranger, and he felt a little pang of resentment at the realization that she probably wouldn't be very glad to see him. Oh, to hell with her, he thought angrily, striding towards the dressing rooms.
And then he heard it.
He froze, standing stock still. He strained his ears to listen, while his face drained of all color. Then he heard it again.
A muffled moan... of pain... or pleasure?
Fear tremored through him, but resolutely, he took himself in hand. By instinct, he moved over to where the sound was coming from, with slow, carefully silent steps. He didn't know what those sounds meant, but he was going to find out. He saw a light shining from under one of the doors - a room he had never been in, and before he. gave himself time to think, he turned the handle.
Noiselessly, he pushed open the door, and peered into the room.
Time seemed to stand still for Phil in that moment. He stared in open mouthed disbelief at what was transpiring there, and the unbelievable sight was etched forever on his shocked memory. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, and he wanted to cry out in horror, but his throat was dry and no sound came. . He was absolutely flabbergasted, struck dumb by the sight of his beautiful young wife lasciviously entangled with Russ and Janet Randall. He just couldn't believe that it was his wife, Linda, who was lewdly sucking Randall's cock while at the same time having her pussy licked by Randall's wife, his own mistress!
Phil wanted to dash over and separate the lurid trio, to beat the daylights out of that son of a bitch Randall, to slap the hell out of that two-timing redhead, and... he didn't know what he wanted to do to Linda. It can't be! It can't be... he kept repeating. But it was undoubtedly Linda who was moaning softly around the pistoning shaft of Randall's big, hard cock sunk halfway between her lips, while she ground her wet, pink pussy against the softly slapping tongue that was searching and swirling between her thighs.
It was like a nightmare, and Phil only wished that he'd wake up, and quick. He was rooted to the ground, and couldn't do a thing to put a stop to the incredibly obscene act that was going on right in front of his eyes, and in which his wife was taking such a leading, and obviously enjoyable part.
That was the strange thing about it. His knowledge of Linda and what he had believed her to be like didn't coincide at all with the feverishly aroused blonde that was writhing and twisting between the naked bodies of Russ and Janet Randall.
At that moment, Randall's passion-distorted voice rang out, making Phil's blood run cold.
"Aaaaaaagggggghh... keep sucking my cock, Linda... I'm... I'm... cumminnngggg... !!"
Randall was cumming in Linda's mouth!
Phil's eyes widened in disbelief and horror when he saw his wife's cheeks hollow and fill, and a rosy blush crimson her face. He knew that she was swallowing another man's seething male sperm, that she was drinking Randall's scalding white cum as it cascaded down into her gulping throat. Phil wanted more than anything else in the world to dash over there and stop the lewd act.
But he was paralyzed by incredulity, horror and shock. He just couldn't move. In a daze of numbness, he saw that Randall's cock was at last beginning to deflate inside Linda's mouth, and felt something akin to relief when it finally slipped wetly from between her clutching lips. Now he'd go over to them, confront them, make them pay for what he'd witnessed...
But once again, he was shocked into immobility.
He saw that Linda's beautiful svelte body was beginning to stiffen. It seemed to hover, arched, for a long moment, before...
"Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm dimming!"
Her voice was hoarse and impassioned and Phil hardly recognized it.
Then Linda's body began to dissolve into thousands of miniature spasms which seemed to quiver and pulse every nerve in her body. Her head was thrown back, her hair a wild mane around her face. Her full voluptuous breasts were heaving and her hips were pounding furiously against Janet's half-buried face.
She was climaxing from the wanton redhead's insane licking and tonguing of her cunt!
Phil watched in lewd fascination. Horror and anger faded for a moment as he stared with bulging eyes. Was this lust-maddened creature really his wife? Could that really be Linda, that magnificent female who seemed so completely all woman? Was this the frigid, timid Linda he knew, loved and married? Phil just couldn't believe it, and for a moment, he felt a surge of happiness and pleasure that such a provocative, voluptuous creature was really his wife.
But the bubble burst, when Linda's body finally began to subside, and her thighs opened to release Janet's moisture-bathed face. Anger and resentment seethed inside him again. His hands doubled into fists and a dull flush of fury blotched his cheeks.
He took a step forward, prepared to vent his anger on both his wife for her infidelity and his mistress for her two timing. But in that instant, Janet Randall looked up and saw him. A look of pure undisguised horror masked her face and her eyes rounded in fearful surprise.
"Oh my God, Phil, what are you doing here?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda stared at her husband with terror-stricken eyes. She wanted to cry out, to plead for mercy, but she couldn't. She could only look at him, speechless with shock.
"You dirty goddamned whore! You filthy slut!" Phil ranted, beyond all control. He could see no one but his wife, lying naked, her flesh still quivering from the pleasure she had just experienced. Even Janet was forgotten in the tirade of fury.
"You cheating little bitch! Not married six months, and you're fucking another man! How many others have there been, you goddamned whore?"
Linda cringed in horror and shame. Oh God, he was right. She had cheated, and that was unforgivable. He had a right to call her those vile names; she deserved them. Dear God, what was she going to do now?
"Now wait a minute," Randall interposed calmly, his voice self-assured and smooth.
"You keep quiet, you son of a bitch, or I'll break your goddamned neck!" Phil spat, drawing menacingly closer to his trembling wife. Linda lay cowering, her eyes downcast. She was mortified beyond belief, and she couldn't even make a move to cover her humiliating nakedness. This was worse than anything she'd ever imagined. That her husband should discover her like this, with the evidence of her insatiable lust written all over her. He probably was watching when she climaxed. He probably saw her sucking Russ to completion, and then heard her own wild cries of orgasm.
Tears coursed down her cheeks and her whole body shook with helpless sobs.
"That's right, cry now," Phil snarled, "because by the time I've finished with you, you won't be able to... " But just then, a cool voice intervened.
"Hold on, sonny, until we get the facts straight!"
Phil whirled around, and came face to face with Janet, who was leaning against the wall, calmly smoking a cigarette. She was still completely naked, but was totally oblivious to the fact.
Phil's mouth dropped open. He had forgotten completely about his red-haired mistress, even though it had been she who had first noticed his presence.
"J-Janet... " he faltered helplessly.
"Yes, I think we should all know all the facts first, and then we can go ahead with our accusations... "
"What do you mean?"
It was Linda, her voice icy, her eyes glittering. Her tears had dried on her face, and she was staring fixedly at the nonchalant redhead.
"It's just that I don't like to see a gal maligned, especially when it's someone I happen to be very fond of!"
"You stay out of this!" Phil warned threateningly, suddenly feeling unsure of himself.
"How can I, honey, when I am, or rather was, right in the thick of things?" Janet tittered.
"Just what are you getting at?" Linda questioned again.
"Now Linda honey, don't get upset. But I think you ought to know what your poor husband has been up to while you were fucking and sucking my husband... " Linda stared at Phil. She still didn't know what was coming, but a nagging suspicion gnawed at her trembling insides.
"To put it in plain language," Russ suddenly enjoined, "your husband has been fucking my wife, ever since that night he first came to the theater!"
There was complete silence.
Linda gaped at her husband, who stood there shamefacedly, unable to meet her gaze. No! No! It can't be... was her first reaction. She just couldn't bear to think of her husband involved with another woman. It was just too much to take. She forgot completely that she, too, had been unfaithful. All she could think of was the fact that Phil, her own husband, had been unfaithful to her... was having an affair with Janet.
Fresh tears coursed down her face. She was so miserable. Phil obviously didn't love her... he was much more interested in the redhead. No wonder he didn't care that she was away from home so much... no wonder he never evinced any interest in her at all... he was tired of her... he had found another woman!
"I... I'm sorry, Linda," the abject husband said flatly.
"H-how could you?" Linda stammered miserably.
"I couldn't help it, Linda, I really couldn't. We just weren't making it together in bed, and then after that time I fucked you in the ass, things just went from bad to worse. And then Janet... Janet... " his voice trailed off and there was silence.
Linda was just about to launch into a tirade against him when she caught herself in time. She recalled her own infidelity, dating back from the same night as Phil had first got involved with Janet. Who was she to cast stones? Hadn't she fallen into Russ's arms for the very same reason? Hadn't she sought comfort and pleasure in another man's arms, just as Phil had in Janet's? She was just as much to blame as he was. She knew that now. She was unresponsive in bed, far different to what she was now, and Phil really couldn't be blamed for what he did. No more than she herself could!
"I'm sorry, too, darling," she said in a small voice.
"For what?"
"For being unfaithful with Russ. But I couldn't help it! After that anal fucking you gave me, I went all to pieces."
Phil hardly noticed his wife's unaccustomed use of the obscene word. He was so glad that she had obviously forgiven him that he didn't care about anything else.
Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. They didn't notice that the Randalls had slipped unobtrusively out of the tiny dressing room and that they were alone.
"I was so desperate," Phil was saying, "and Janet seemed like a real woman, something I really needed."
"I know," Linda commiserated, "it must have been terrible for you. But you see, I didn't realize I was frigid!"
"Well, you weren't f - "
"Yes, I was," Linda said emphatically, "but now, thanks to Russ, I'm over that. Thank God, I'm not that way now."
Phil pulled away from her, a crestfallen look on his face.
"I couldn't even make my own wife happy," he said bitterly, "it took another guy to do that!"
"But darling, can't you see? That's not your fault. It had something to do with me. I had to be seduced by another man in order to be awakened. Or something like that. Anyway, I know that I would never have been changed if it weren't for Russ, or someone like him."
Phil was agonized by a thousand doubts. He felt deathly jealous of Russ, wanted to break his jaw, but at the same time, realized that he was the guy instrumental in bringing about the miraculous change in his wife. But he felt left out, unwanted.
"Well, I guess if Randall is the guy who turns you on, you won't need me around... " Linda moved close to her unhappy husband again.
"Don't be silly, darling. Russ may have turned me in, but as to turning me on... " Her hand had slipped inside his shirt and was running up and down the hirsute expanse of his chest. He felt the skin along his spine tingle, but he didn't move, didn't say a word. Carefully, Linda began to unbutton his shirt, and then pulled it off. Right away, she began to trail hot little kisses down his pounding flesh, and he could feel the first stirrings of his awakening cock.
She seemed to sense it, too, for her hand immediately dropped to the growing bulge; and it leaped excitedly against her hand. Deftly, she pulled down the zipper of his fly, and the palpitating shaft jumped up passionately into her softly caressing hand. Tiny thrills of pleasure cavorted up and down his back, but he wouldn't let himself notice them. His head was spinning in a daze of disbelief and he was afraid that he would wake up and find it was all a dream. He could hardly believe that it was true... that it was his own wife Linda who was stroking his cock like that, making it expand into unbelievable hardness. But then, he had seen her as he had never seen her before, twisting and flailing in uncontrollable orgasm, when Janet was licking her cunt.
But there was a nagging doubt at the back of his mind. She won't be that way with me... Randall was the guy who finally wakened her... I couldn't do it...
By now, he was completely naked, and the throbbing erection of his lust-hardened shaft stood out proudly from the mesh of wiry pubic curls at the base.
"Let's fuck, darling... let's fuck now... " Linda was whispering urgently. Phil stared at her in disbelief. Her eyes were glued on the palpitating rod of flesh standing out rigidly from between his legs, and there was a look of desire reflected in her features that he had never seen before. For the first time, he began to see her with new eyes. He saw the fuller, rounder contours of her golden body, he saw the provocative fullness of her ripe red lips, he saw the smoldering mystery hidden deep in her blue eyes. For a long moment, she seemed like a glorious stranger to him, a fabulous creature who epitomized the essence of womanhood. And she was his wife!
The thought struck him with the force of a mailed fist, and all other doubts and fears left him. Suddenly, he was bereft of everything but the carnal, primitive desire to possess her. To take her and fuck her half to death.
With an almost animalistic snarl, he lunged himself at her, enfolding her in a tight, possessive embrace, grinding his mouth down on hers in a passionate, demanding kiss. To his delight and amazement, she responded in full, parting her lips to receive his tongue. Then her own organ rose to meet his, and the two tongues entwined and fenced in a lewd dance of sexual arousal. She pressed her sensuous body against his, and Phil could feel the heated desire emanating from the quivering surface of her sensitively alive flesh. She wanted him as much as he wanted her!
He could feel her thighs parting invitingly as they lay in a long embrace on the sofa. He knew they must have fallen together onto the long couch, but he couldn't remember. He had forgotten everything in the wave of lust that had swept over him.
He moaned through clenched teeth when he felt her soft, cool fingers encircling his blood-inflated cock. They seemed to sear the quivering flesh like a red-hot brand, and the tormented shaft of palpitating male hardness seemed to grow and expand under her touch.
"Mmmmmmm... it's so nice and big and hard already... " Linda murmured, guiding the rubbery head towards the openly receptive entrance to her willing body. She spread her silk-smooth slender thighs even further apart, revealing the moistly trembling slit of her soft, pink pussy. Phil felt the first tantalizing softness of the delicate outer flesh as it grazed against the rock-hardness of his lust-driven cock, and suddenly, it was too much for him. He couldn't wait 'a moment longer. He had to possess his wife now... before anything changed, before he discovered it was all a dream.
Tightening his fingers on her satin-like thighs, he surged forward with almost brute strength, forcing the burgeoning head of his granite-hard shaft through the fragile viscous opening, and sending it plunging through the futilely resisting vaginal channel.
"Oh God no! You're hurting me... stop... " Linda pleaded pitifully, the huge entry jarring her unsuspecting body. But Phil was oblivious to her cries. Resolutely, he forged forward, sinking his passion-inflated rod to the hilt in her soft quivering depths. When he had buried it completely up between her outstretched legs, he held it there for a long moment, flexing it slightly, and then he began to withdraw. When he was almost completely withdrawn, he rammed forward again with the same forceful intensity.
"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhh... mmmmmmm mmmm... " Linda sighed as her moistening cuntal walls began to adjust to the unexpectedly huge size. She spread her thighs a little farther, and flexed her pussy upwards, the gently trembling plane of her openly receptive cunt proffered invitingly.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh... yessssss... " she began to mewl as her husband began a slow, sweeping rhythm as he fucked her. After the initial pain of his sudden, brutal entry, she began to enjoy the deep, hard thrusts, and could feel her whole body responding in the old familiar way.
"... uuugggghhhhhnnnn... aaaahhhhhhhh... " she gasped as he plunged into her eagerly receptive depths, his hands holding her tightly in place. She flexed her pelvis upwards to receive his instrokes, and then swung backwards to draw out the ecstasy of his slow, rhythmic withdrawal.
Phil was in a daze of pleasurable incredulity. This was the Linda he had always dreamed of. Only, up till now, she had been a far cry from this. Now, she was a real woman, responding to him the way he had always hoped she would. It was obvious now that it wasn't only Randall, or his wife, that she responded to. It was obvious that she was also aroused and excited by him, her husband, and that knowledge imbued Phil with a feeling of masculine power that he hadn't experienced in a long time.
He could forget now all about the days when she was cold and unresponsive, about the times when he had felt empty and unsatisfied. Those days were obviously behind them both, and, he for one, was definitely not sorry. He'd much rather have this fabulous new Linda, regardless of how the catharsis had occurred. And for the first time, he realized that he actually felt grateful to Randall for what he had done for his wife. If it hadn't been for the experienced older man, he might never have found the key to his wife's liberation himself.
Their wet, perspiring bodies slapped together lewdly, and Linda raised her long, tapering legs and wrapped her ankles around her husband's lower back, while her arms crept up and pulled him down harder on top of her. She pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and her mouth sought his in an eager, demanding kiss. She was quivering all over from pleasure, and she was glad now that her husband had found out. And the best, thing of all was that he didn't seem to mind anymore. Of course, he himself had been just as guilty as she, and now, somehow, she didn't mind his infidelity with Janet, either. Things were working out so well...
Linda thought that she imagined the hands that were coursing all over her naked body. For a moment, she was sure that it was just vicarious pleasure she was feeling, but as minutes went by, she realized that it was not. There was someone else there! She could feel the hoarse, rasping breathing on her neck, and feel the touch of naked flesh against hers. Oh God, what's happening?...
Her body stiffened and a feeling of dread tumbled through her.
"Take it easy, honey... it's only me, Russ Linda stifled a gasp of horror. Russ! Oh God, what did he want? What was he going to do? What would Phil say?
She stole a look at her impassioned husband, but he seemed to be oblivious to everything but the interaction of their two bodies. Linda was in a frenzy of panic. On one hand, her body was alive with pleasurable sensations, and she was rapidly floating towards a fabulous orgasm, but on the other, her mind was paralyzed with the reality of the insidious closeness of her lover.
"Russ, wha... " she managed to stammer in a faltering whisper, hoping that he'd go away, that he'd leave her alone. His hands were digging convulsively at the straining mounds of her ass, his fingers like steel talons in the sensitive flesh.
"Roll over, baby... roll over and make room for me!"
Linda gasped in shocked horror at his hoarsely whispered words. What on earth did he mean? Dear God, why did this have to happen?
Unbelievably, she found herself being shifted. Phil was moving her, sliding down underneath and pulling her over on top. He must have heard Russ's demand... and he was obeying it. He wasn't getting angry or upset... but what did Russ have in mind?
Once more, she felt the softly rounded cheeks of her ass being pulled roughly apart, baring the dark moist crevice of her anus. A quiver of fear shot through her and made her hunch against the jerking figure of her husband beneath. And then...
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH... STOP IT! STOP IT!"
There was a shooting, blinding pain scorching up her back passage, that seemed to ignite her spine and culminate in a myriad red-hot jabs of agony throughout her body. Frantically, she wriggled her lewdly skewered buttocks around to try and rid herself of the agonizing intruder, but it only seemed to suck the pain-giving instrument farther up into her sorely bruised depths.
Russ scoured his middle finger around inside the tightly resisting sphincter, and then after a moment, pulled it out again. He heard Linda sigh with relief and a sadistic smile contorted his face. He just hadn't been able to resist joining in. The sight of the two naked bodies slapping and bucking against each other in a fervor of sexual arousal excited him beyond belief, and in spite of Janet's insistence to leave them alone, he just couldn't stop himself from rushing over to the young married couple.
Once again, he tightened his fingers on the satiny mounds of her buttocks, and pulled them far apart, straining them almost beyond endurance. His eyes fastened on the tiny hairless aperture of her rectum, and instinctively, one hand dropped towards the huge, throbbing erection of his lust-distended cock. Slowly, inexorably, he guided it in towards the small defenseless little hole.
Linda felt the new hardness nudging at her helpless anus, and a new shiver of terror rushed through her. She had felt such relief at the withdrawal of his finger that she had momentarily forgotten all about him and was once more wrapt in the pleasure she was giving to and receiving from her husband. But Russ was once again reminding her of his threatening presence. She tried to pull away from the insisting probing behind, but there was nowhere she could go. Russ held her firmly from behind, and Phil beneath pinioned her with the driving force of his skewering cock.
A wave of panic hit her like a ton of bricks when the jabbing behind increased, and then, everything was wiped out in the overwhelming aftermath of an incredible sheet of blinding pain which engulfed her.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH... NOOOOOOOOOOOO... " Her voice was harsh and raucous and desperately she tried to escape the unbelievable shaft of agony which had succeeded in penetrating her defenseless anus.
"STOP! STOP! OH GOD PLEASE STOP... YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO... " But both her husband and her lover seemed oblivious to her cries of pain and anguish. She had hoped that Phil would somehow help her, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to. And Russ seemed to be taking a sadistic delight in her torment.
His eyes bulged in lewd satisfaction as he forced the heavily swollen girth of his lust-inflated cock into the futilely resisting rectal passage. Man, it's tight... he thought, running the tip of his tongue over his dry lips. Concentrating his energies, he continued to surge forward, his fingers leaving ugly red marks on her softly fleshed ass-cheeks. At last, he hit bottom. He had succeeded in sinking his thick, rock-hard shaft to the hilt in her painfully stretched anal depths!
Linda could hardly breathe. Her throat felt constricted and her head felt numb and aching. Her body seemed to be one indistinguishable mass of fiery pain. Seemingly oblivious to what was going on, Phil was still fucking rhythmically into her passion-drenched cunt from below, and Linda thought she had entered some kind of bedlam. She just couldn't bring herself to believe that Russ had actually entered her from behind while at the same time her own husband was fucking her in front.
For a long, agonizing moment, her lover held his passion-distended shaft inside her widely stretched rectum, flexing it slightly, and then pulled it out slowly.
Without hesitation, he began to surge forward again.
"... aaagggghhhhnnnnnnnn... " Another excruciatingly painful inch... "... urrrgggghhhhnnnnn... mmmmhhhh nnnnn... " And then.
"Oh God! Oh God!... Aaaaaahhhh hhhh... " He had buried it to the hilt again inside her forever stretched anus.
Tears rushed to Linda's eyes and she bit back more sobs of pain and protest. What was the use? He paid no attention to her misery, no more than her own husband did. She just had to bear it, wait until it was all over.
Russ began to drive into her from above with deep, hard strokes, slowly at first, but gaining in momentum and rhythm. Without a word, the two men began to plunge into her as one, the two lust-demented penises plummeting unanimously into her twin passages, grazing each other through the thin dividing Membrane. Then they withdrew at the same time, with amazingly coordinated timing.
Linda was grateful when the pain began to ease. As if by magic, it suddenly cleared away, and she could hardly believe it, because she was sure that it was going to be the same as when her husband had fucked her in the ass that time, which seemed so very long ago now. But it wasn't the same... because she wasn't the same. So much had happened to her since that eventful night, and now she was reacting in an entirely different way to being fucked in the ass.
She could hardly believe it at first, but then the evidence became overpowering, and then, only too obvious...
She was beginning to enjoy it! She was beginning to respond to being screwed by two men at once, one in front and the other in the back! A tiny whirlwind of pleasure was gathering force inside her, whipping up a frenzy of sensual arousal, which made her moan and squirm with unexpected excitement.
Involuntarily, a low mewl of pleasure escaped her lips, and her surrender was signalled by the spasms which seemed to take possession of her body all at once. She was actually beginning to be excited by the actuality of her husband plunging his cock into her pussy in front, while her lover skewered her with his penis behind.
There was no pain now, only overriding pleasure. Her body arched and fell between the two men, and her pelvic thrusts became more and more frantic as her passion grew.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh yessss... Ohhhhhhh she hissed from between clenched teeth, and gave herself over completely to the greater forces which were clamoring for possession, total and complete, of her body.
Russ witnessed her capitulation with a sadistic sense of pleasure. She really is a hell of a woman, he thought admiringly, surprised even himself at her total subjugation. She was grinding and flailing her body wildly between the two men, rolling her hips backward to receive his deep anal plunges, and then swinging downward to catch her husband's retreating cock as it withdrew from her clutching vagina.
Linda was in seventh heaven. She had never experienced pleasure like this... and she thought she had experienced everything. Now I really am liberated, she thought to herself happily. Not even her wild trios with both the Randalls were anything like this. They didn't even come near to the pleasure of being fucked by two men at once, sandwiched between their passion-driven bodies.
A surge of masochistic joy poured through her at the idea of how she must look, completely enslaved by the male power of her lover and her husband, and she suddenly knew, without doubt that she had reached a new height in sensual pleasure. She didn't think she could be satisfied again with just her husband, or any one man... not now that she had tasted this illicit fruit of unbelievable excitement.
All at once, she felt waves of white-hot joy washing over her and she was aware of a keen sense of disappointment. She had wanted to prolong this for as long as she could, but her unhappy feeling was quickly drowned out in the surges of pleasure which enveloped her as she realized again the overwhelming passion of climaxing. And this time, she was reaching a dual orgasm from the double fucking she was getting. Her husband's and her lover's hoarse cries of triumph sounded like war-cries in her ears, and she knew that all three were climaxing simultaneously.
Then she was slipping into a kind of nirvana, her brain unable to cope with the tremendous excitement of what she was going through. But she didn't mind, because she felt safe and secure, flanked by one side by her aggressive young husband and on the other by her sophisticated, worldly lover...
CHAPTER NINE
Linda held the huge desire-swollen cock carefully between her thumb and forefinger, and slowly lowered her head towards the enticing shaft. She could feel Phil quiver with suppressed excitement, and emboldened by his reaction, she reached out with her tongue and swiped it the length of the palpitating rod of lust-hardened flesh.
"Mmmmmmmmm... " Phil sighed blissfully, leaning back happily, giving himself over completely to his young wife's lewd ministrations.
He thought he should feel tired, but he didn't. He just felt completely fulfilled, and wonderfully happy. After that time when he and Russ had fucked Linda together, Janet had come rushing in and all four had joined together in what proved to be the first of several wild experimentations. Before he had time to think whether he approved or not, he found himself caught up in different combinations, and when it was over, he discovered that he really didn't mind group sex. Far from it - he found he actually enjoyed it. Linda herself seemed to revel in it, and he just couldn't get over how changed she was. She was like a completely different person, and he emphatically liked the change. But after a while, they just all had to take a break.
So Russ poured out drinks from the theater supply, and it was then that the Randalls confessed to their part in what had happened. Phil couldn't help feeling a little angry over the whole thing, but Linda just laughed when she heard how they had planned to seduce both herself and Phil.
"For whatever the reason, I'm glad it happened," Linda asserted, and Phil had to agree with her. Besides, the Randalls really didn't mean any harm, and they seemed to click so well with Linda. She was obviously really fond of them and he couldn't help thinking that they really were good for her.
When they had finished their drinks, Phil had suggested that they really ought to be getting on home, since it was nearly dawn. But Janet and Russ protested and so they had all agreed to stay just a little longer before going home.
Linda had whispered to him that she would like to suck his cock, and of course, he had been thrilled by that. He never dreamed that he'd ever hear her say that. But she did and right now, she was licking and kissing it in an unbelievably exciting way. Her tongue seemed to move magically over the burning surface, swirling and slavering with tantalizing expertise, arousing sensual thrills of pleasure inside him.
Her hand exerted exhilarating pressure on his churning balls, while the fingers of her other hand squeezed gently on the thick stubby base buried in the tangle of pubic wisps. His own hands caught in her silky blonde hair and forced her face further down on his pounding cock, trying to make her accept more and more of his pistoning shaft in her warm, gently convoluting mouth.
Linda closed her eyes in ecstasy, thrilled to the depths of her being by the lewd act she was performing. Although she was beginning to feel tired after the exertions of the long, pleasure-filled night, she still wanted to do this one last thing. She wanted to taste, for the first time, her own husband's fully erected penis in her mouth. She wanted to lick and suck on it, bring it to completion between her lips. She wanted to swallow his heated male sperm, just as she had Russ's. Yet, she was glad that she had the chance to pay him the ultimate homage.
Her whole body felt almost lethargic, yet her mind was crystal clear and alert. She and Phil and the Randalls had talked everything over, and she was more amused than anything else at their disclosure of their plan. Deep down, she knew that Russ had to resort to a scheme in order to get her to submit to him, because she knew she would never have acquiesced otherwise. She knew Phil was a little angry over that, but she sensed that it was probably more jealousy of the older man than anything else.
But they were all good friends now, and she had never imagined love-making like that she had just experienced with her two friends and her husband. She had enjoyed orgasm after fabulous orgasm, and still her body seemed to have a capacity for yet more pleasure. She knew that she and Phil were embarking on a life that they never dreamed they'd lead, and she knew that the Randalls would play a leading part in it. Janet had casually mentioned the Kingstons, another young couple that Linda had never met, but who seemed to be just their type, and Russ had promised that they would all have to get together.
Linda knew what that meant. And she was looking forward to it. The more the merrier. She had a feeling that Phil himself didn't go for group sex that much, but she knew that he would be willing to take part, for her sake. She was really glad that things were cemented between them now. She didn't think she could go on much longer, the way things were, and although the initial confrontation with her angered young husband was unpleasant, it was now over with and they had come to understand each other a little better.
She felt that their marriage would now be all the better for what had happened to them. She just knew, that going on the way they were, they would certainly end in divorce and she didn't want that! No, she really loved Phil, and was excited and aroused by him physically. It was just that he hadn't been able to arouse her, and now that another man had done that, she found that her sexual appetite craved for more bizarre sex. And so long as Phil didn't mind, why should she worry?
She returned her full attention to her lascivious task, sucking and slavering on the lust-hardened rod of male flesh between her lips. She glided her mouth up and down the sensitively squirming length, pressuring the thickly webbed underside slightly with her teeth, flicking the tip of her tongue into the tiny glans opening at the top of the burgeoning head. Her hand continued to milk convulsively on the sperm-laden scrotum of his balls, making them contract and churn with frantic excitement.
Above her, Phil mewled with animalistic pleasure, and she thrilled in the satisfaction she was giving him.
"God Linda, no one can suck cock like you do!" he gasped, his voice hoarse and passionate, and his praise warmed her more than any she had received even from Russ. Now she was the sort of wife he always wanted, and that she always wanted to be. Phil would no longer feel cold and unwanted, would no longer think her frigid! She renewed the quickening tempo of her wildly darting tongue, whipping up a frenzy of saliva around the blood-inflated shaft.
She barely felt the hands sliding along the soft fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks. At first, they were like tiny insects crawling over the satiny cheeks, then they became more like bee stings, as they began to knead convulsively at the soft flesh. They began to pull them apart, straining them painfully, and a little shudder of masochistic joy shot through her as she realized that Russ was joining in.
She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the warm wet lapping of a tongue on her secret parts, and an illicit shiver tingled through her. Russ continued to swipe at her widely spread anal crack with his tongue, wetly dipping it lower still to slaver at the trembling flesh of her delicate little pussy.
Linda's moans of pleasure were lost around the jerking cock rammed into her mouth, but her whole body began to quiver and spasm with mounting arousal. She was so highly attuned now that it didn't take much to get her really excited, and the realization that she might be taking part in yet another combination thrilled her lasciviously.
Then, moments later, she felt the hard probing between her firmly rounded ass cheeks. She knew it was Russ's cock, already fully erect and stiffened with lust, and it was jabbing eagerly at the moistly contracting hole of her greedily receptive pussy.
Without hesitation, he surged forward, holding Linda firmly in position by his vise-like grip on her excitedly wavering buttocks. With a flesh splitting surge, he penetrated the fragile petal shaped opening, sliding hungrily into the darkness of her moistly clinging vaginal depths.
Thrills of pleasure coursed through her, undulating along her spine like ripples of sensually soothing water, as he surged unerringly into the very core of her being. The hard, rubbery head touched grazingly against the tip of her cervix, and the unusual contact added new dimensions of pleasure to what she was feeling. Eagerly, she thrust her buttocks backwards, flaring open her sensitively writhing pussy walls to enclose more and more of his passion inciting shaft.
For a long moment, Randall held his long thick cock immobile inside her, knowing that it was making her impatient, realizing that she wanted him to start thrusting deeply into her. But he liked to control things, to do everything his way. He also realized that with Linda, the more she wanted it, the more she would enjoy it later.
Then he finally began to withdraw, pulling out slowly his long swollen rod, until just the knob-like head was still enclosed, clasped greedily by the prehensile outer edges of her voracious cunt. At last, he rammed forward again, burying his lust-inciting cock to the hilt in her eagerly receptive depths, the smooth inner vaginal walls closing like a velvet glove around his sunken shaft.
He began to saw into her with long, hard even strokes, and he realized that almost immediately, she began to suck and lick in exact timing with his inthrusts. She began to glide her ovaled lips up and down the hardened shaft clasped between her lips in exact rhythm with his deep, hard instrokes, so that her whole body was undulating between the two men.
The three naked bodies were stretched out in a long daisy chain, and Russ knew that it wouldn't be long before Janet joined in. Although she got a lot of fun out of watching, she also liked to get her share of the fun and he couldn't blame her. He was just glad that things had worked out so well for all of them, and that the young Hartley hadn't hit the roof when he found out what was going on.
Linda felt herself rising to a now familiar pinnacle of happiness. She knew how she must look - the center of a stretched out snake of naked bodies, and she thrilled in the sensual abandon that she was such an integral part of.
She loved sucking on her husband's driving cock while her lover fucked her dog fashion from behind. Fucking and sucking... lewd, obscene words which perfectly described acts which she had come to accept as natural and good. How could they be otherwise when she got so much pleasure and satisfaction from them? Now, Phil's anal fucking faded into insignificance. She had ended up enjoying it when Russ and entered her back there at the same time as her husband made love to her, and she knew now that she had reached the limits. She had tried everything, and found she wanted it all.
A slight movement caught her eye, and she saw Janet's cream-white curvaceous body position itself at Phil's head. Linda saw the long, slender thighs part and caught a glimpse of the moistly trembling split of her friend's vagina, before the thighs closed again to enclose Phil's head between them. Linda could feel her husband shifting slightly as he adjusted himself to this new development, and when next Linda looked, she saw that Phil was beginning to lick eagerly at the redhead's eagerly proffered pussy.
They had formed a lewd foursome again! She went on sucking and slavering greedily at her husband's palpitating cock, while he lapped at her friend's excitedly writhing cunt, while at the same time, her own lover fucked her from behind.
Thrills of illicit pleasure rushed through her, and she thought she'd go crazy from the multitude of sensations cavorting through her. This time is definitely the best... she mused happily, giving herself over completely to the electrifying Shockwaves shuddering through her perspiring, writhing body. The whole snaked out length of naked, squirming bodies seemed to move in unison, and the spasms of pleasure felt by one seemed to ricochet through the daisy chain of lewdly entangled bodies. Each mewl, each sigh of ecstasy seemed to reverberate through each tingling body and their tongues and cocks seemed to dip and lick and thrust almost as one. Linda knew that it wouldn't be long before someone broke. The pace was too intense, but she hoped it wouldn't be she herself. She wanted to draw it out, to make it last.
As if on cue, she felt Russ stiffen behind her, and then come pounding against her bruised buttocks with the force of gigantic rollers against bleak, craggy rocks.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh... Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming!"
His whole body seemed to disintegrate as it battered ceaselessly against her upraised ass, and she felt the hot onrush of his heated male fluid as it gushed into her hungrily milking vaginal depths. Her eager inner walls clutched rhythmically on the ejaculating shaft, coaxing every last drop of hot, thick liquid from it, as it continued to empty into her secret internal crevices.
Janet, too, suddenly began to moan, her voice strident and excited. Linda saw her grind her lust-ridden pussy mercilessly against Phil's entrapped face, and his wife was afraid for a moment that he might smother. Her thighs were clamped against his face, the russet triangle of her pubic Vee' masking his nose and mouth. Her hands were clutching almost viciously at his hair and her full, ripe breasts were jiggling and bobbing from her grinding exertions.
"Oh God, keep licking my cunt... AAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh... " she moaned helplessly, her whole body quivering, every muscle and cord in her shapely torso standing out with dilated passion. Just as she began to weaken, her voluptuous body crumpling against Phil's face, she felt the oncoming surge of her own orgasm.
It seemed to her as if a fire had been lit deep inside her and that the flames were fanning out, eating into every nook and cranny of her passion incited flesh. She wanted to moan and sob out her pleasure, but she couldn't, because her husband's grotesquely enlarged cock was still buried in her mouth, and she could only gasp and moan around the thickly thrusting shaft.
She began to thrust her buttocks backwards wildly, glad that Russ's seemingly never ending orgasm was still making him plunge into her from behind. She thought she'd die from the orgiastic waves, mountainous and incessant, which crashed over her, battering her with the fury of unspent sexual desire.
In the dim of her passion-clouded mind, she heard Phil's wild shouts of climax, and then she felt the hot, viscous offering which he was spurting into her mouth. Her lips convoluted around the jerking rod and she sucked greedily on the gushing hot cum. She wanted to drink every drop of it, not to spill a precious seed of his life giving sperm. She continued to suck, her cheeks hollowing and filling, until at last, she found that her consciousness was deserting her, and a blackness was descending on her. It swept her along on its balming tide, and she collapsed gratefully among the morass of steaming satiated bodies.
It was bright daylight by the time Linda and Phil finally got home. They didn't feel tired, although they knew they were exhausted and that very soon, they would be heavy-eyed and drained of energy. But now, they felt exuberant and wide awake. They had agreed to meet the Randalls that night again for dinner, and they both knew that they would have another very late night.
But they both felt happier than they had in a long, long time. Linda had proved beyond any doubt that she really was fully liberated and awakened sexually, and had shown her husband that it was really he that she loved and wanted above all.
"But I am just a little bit sorry that we didn't put the play on after all," she said wistfully as they climbed into bed. "I would really like to have been a star, even if just for one night."
"Honey, as far as I'm concerned, you're the star of all these performances we've been having. And who cares about an audience, unless it's a participating one?"
"Well, maybe we'll get to that too," Linda demurred, remembering, with a smile, the dream she'd had where she was being gang banged in front of a huge audience of men. "Just as long as I'm leading lady... "
