"Blackmailed Sister-in-law" - читать интересную книгу автора (McElroy Naomi)

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On his way back to the shop after picking up a color television chassis that needed major repairs, Mike McBride braked at the busy intersection. While he waited for the light to change, an old man weaved his way toward him, selling bouquets of cut flowers to the waiting motorists. When he approached his truck, Mike rolled down the window. «How much?» he hollered.

«Two bucks,» the old man replied, holding up a colorful bouquet of mixed carnations.

On impulse, Mike reached for his wallet and withdrew two singles. He gave the money to the vendor and grabbed the tissue-wrapped bouquet. He smiled, thinking how pleased his wife would be at the unexpected gift. «I should do things like this more often,» he muttered under his breath, pressing the accelerator as the light turned green. Still riddled with guilt over his most recent indiscretion, Mike decided that they would hire a babysitter for the following night so that he and his wife could go out to dinner. Maybe they would even take in a movie afterward. Mike realized, with sudden shame, that he hadn't taken his wife out in weeks. Yet he had gone to the Brewery by himself and Sarah had never once complained. Filled with remorse at his lack of thoughtfulness, he decided to stop at the house and give his sweet Sarah these carnations right now. It would mean going just a few blocks out of his way and the colorful flowers would undoubtedly brighten Sarah's whole day. On a gloomy overcast day like today, they should be especially welcome. And I'll tell her to arrange for a sitter, he thought, turning the wheel. Heading for his house, the burly Irishman tried to imagine Sarah's reaction when he showed up with the cheerful blooms. He could not remember the last time he brought his wife a present like this for no reason at all other than the fact that he loved her. I bet she'll really be surprised, he thought with a smile. Just how surprised his wife would be at his unscheduled arrival Mike would soon discover!

When he pulled up in front of the house, Mike's eyebrows rose at the sight of his younger brother's red sports car. Well, I'll be! he thought, applying the brake. Gene must have stopped by to see Sarah. The thought pleased him for he often wished that the two people he loved so dearly enjoyed a warmer relationship. Although neither openly criticized the other, Mike often had the uncomfortable feeling that Sarah and Gene were not especially fond of each other. That's why he was always pointing out his brother's best qualities to Sarah and bragging about his wife to his brother. So they would appreciate each other more. He smiled, grabbing the flowers and opening the door. If Gene was stopping by to see Sarah during the day like this, maybe Mike's efforts were finally beginning to pay off.

Mike unlocked the back door and came into the kitchen with an expectant look on his handsome face, thinking he would find his wife and his brother sharing a cup of coffee. When he found the kitchen empty, he headed for the livingroom, the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. A frown creased his forehead when he saw that Sarah and Gene were not there either. He was about to call out when he heard strange sounds coming from the bedroom. Perplexed, the husky young man strode down the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Following the incoherent noises, he passed his daughter's empty bedroom and continued down the corridor until he stood outside the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of labored breathing mingled with moaning cries. Completely baffled, Mike took a step forward to peer around the partially closed door.

Suddenly the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand, dropping noiselessly onto the carpet. His eyes widened in shock as his jaw went slack. The air escaped from his lungs in a painful rush as though he'd been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. A sick feeling flooded his veins at the unbelievable sight before him. The wife he adored was lying naked on the bed, her full lips parted and her features contorted by lust while the brother he loved and trusted lay on top of her, pounding his swollen prick into her uplifted cunt! Grunting and sweating from his efforts, Gene fucked her the way that Mike himself had never dared to screw his wife. Even more incredulous, Sarah couldn't seem to get enough! Her legs were wrapped around his waist like a human vise and she swirled her hips in hungry loops, welcoming, each forceful invasion. Mike could scarcely believe his ears when Sarah cried out in lustful abandon.

«Fuck harder!» she begged, her hands clawing his back. «Give me more, more!»

Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his mind, a small voice told him that he should let his presence be known, that he should take steps to end this shocking act of betrayal. But he was unable to move. He kept staring in open-mouthed horror as his brother's blood-filled cock mercilessly pounded his wife's grasping pussy. Gene's huge joint was bright with passion, shimmering wetly from Sarah's milky cuntal juices, and the wet sucking sounds of her grasping cunt accompanied their grunts and outcries.

«Like my prick?» Gene asked, pounding into her.

«Oh yesssssss!» she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. «Keep fucking!» she begged, the pointed nipples of her uplifted breasts quivering with excitement. «Don't stop! Shove your big cock clear up to my throat!»

As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the naked tangle of writhing flesh, he began to feel something other than horror. The unmistakable heat of passion crept through his loins, making his testicles swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, straining hotly against his trousers. He'd never seen his wife so worked up. Her flushed face, frantic gyrations, and wanton cries were turning him on, making his heart pound and his aching prick throb with desire. His brother was acting out one of Mike's secret fantasies right before his eyes, fucking his wife savagely, spearing her tunnel of love the way Mike himself had longed to do ever since he met Sarah. Sarah was responding the way she always did in his wild imaginings too, grinding her foaming pussy against the root of Gene's pummeling shaft, begging for more. Christ, she fucks even harder that Lil, he thought, breathing hard. Look at the way she lifts her ass for a deeper fuck! And her legs are curled around him like goddamn pretzels!

Spellbound, Mike stood gaping from behind the door while his brother hammered into his beloved wife with fierce determination. He saw Gene's hands slide under Sarah's creamy buttocks to lift her even higher while he ripped into her steaming orifice like a hot poker. Sweat trickled down his back to fade into the hairy slit of his bucking ass. His mouth hung open and his eyes were thick lidded and glassy. He grunted as he viciously rammed in and out, his huge prickly sacs swinging back and forth, batting Sarah's uplifted moons with a steady rhythm.

«Oh Christ!» Gene suddenly cried, jerking his slender body even more savagely. «I'm cumming! Aghhhhhhh!»

Her pelvis whirling with maniacal frenzy, Sarah joined her partner in illicit orgasm. She curled her legs more tightly around his waist, mewling and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, drowning her in a sea of forbidden passion. She felt the hot semen burst within her rippling vaginal walls in sporadic jerks, blending with her own hot juices.

Seeing the bucking pair climax released Mike from his hypnotic state of immobility. The look of total rapture on his brother's face as he spewed his hot seed into his wife's cuntal opening suddenly made him regain his senses. He's shooting his wad in my Sarah's pussy! he realized, jealous rage tearing through him like a blazing inferno, making his blood boil! A strangled cry coming from his throat, Mike suddenly kicked the door open and lunged at the two naked infidels like a madman, his face purple with wrath.

Sarah's head spun in his direction and she screamed. In seconds, Mike had his brother by the hair, lifting him off the bed as if he were a mere child. «You doublecrossing bastard!» he yelled, hurling the bewildered young man across the room. «Screwing my wife behind my back!» Gene slammed into the opposite wall, grunting, then crumpled to the floor like a marionette, a dazed expression on his face. He sat there gazing up at his brother with incredulous eyes, his shriveled organ still dripping its forbidden juices. Mike crossed the room in angry strides to grab him by the throat, lifting him to his feet.

«No, wait!» Gene begged, his eyes wide with fear as his brother's fingers closed around his throat. «Aghhhhhhh!» he cried, clawing at Mike's hands, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.

«Mike, stop it!» Sarah shrieked, fearing that her enraged husband would choke the life out of his brother. «You'll kill him! He's not worth it, Mike!»

His fingers relaxed at Sarah's pleas. She was right. Gene wasn't worth going to prison for. Releasing his hold on the young man's throat, Mike clenched his fist and struck his brother in the jaw. A resounding crack filled the air. Grunting, Gene spun backward, his thin arms flailing wildly. When he toppled to the floor, Mike lifted his leg to kick him savagely.

Screaming in pain, Gene doubled over, holding his rib cage. «Jesus,» he panted, his face twisted in agony as he rocked to and fro. «I think you just broke my ribs!»

«You're lucky I didn't break your neck!» Mike spat, feeling nothing but contempt for the cowering figure in front of him. «If you weren't my own brother, I'd break you in two!» He grabbed his arm to yank him to his feet. «Now get your clothes on and get the hell outa here before I kill you!»

Whimpering like a beaten dog, Gene staggered to his feet. «You don't understand,» he said in a whining voice, reaching for his clothes. «Sarah's no good, Mike. And I can prove it to you!» Jerking on his pants, he reached for the pornographic photos on the night stand. «Here!» he said, a triumphant look on his face as he handed the pictures to Mike. «This is what your precious wife is really like!»

«No!» Sarah protested, jumping from the bed. She tried to grab the photos away from her husband but Mike shoved her away, sending her staggering backwards. Sobbing, the distraught brunette watched helplessly as her husband quickly examined the photos. Her heart pounded and a sick feeling washed over her at the dark fury in Mike's face. «Mike, please!» she begged. «Let me try to explain!»

But he shot her a venomous look. «Seems to me things are pretty damn clear. You've been cheating on me with my own brother and posing for filthy pictures on the side!» Disgust and disillusionment flooded his entire being. How could he have been so blind, go stupid not to see that the wife he held on a pedestal had been cuckholding him? His eyes narrowing, he turned to his brother. «Get out!» he hissed through clenched teeth. «I'll deal with you later!»

Gene needed no further prodding. Anxious to escape his brother's fury, he grabbed his jacket and fled from the room, his jaw throbbing and his ribs on fire. Somehow the unscrupulous young man's scheme had backfired. Sarah was the only person who was supposed to get hurt. «I hope he beats the shit out of her,» he muttered under his breath as he tore out the door and ran to his car.

Naked and trembling, Sarah crouched on the bedroom floor, wondering fearfully what Mike would do to her. «Gene made me go to bed with him!» she gasped as Mike came toward her menacingly, unbuttoning his shirt. «He said he'd show you those photos if I didn't!»

«Did he make you wiggle you ass like a two-bit whore too?» he demanded. «Did he force you to wrap your legs around him and beg for more? And did someone force you to pose for those dirty pictures too?» He laughed mirthlessly, unzipping his trousers. «Just how dumb do you think I am, Sarah?» he asked, coming closer, his face ominous.

«I had to do it, Mike,» she explained, her face beseeching. «My mother was sick and I needed money to take care of her. It was the only way I could get it.»

As she babbled on, trying desperately to make him understand, Mike removed the rest of his clothing until he stood in front of her stark naked, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face like a cobra about to strike. But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were devouring his wife's luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly through his veins. God, she's gorgeous, he thought. No matter what Sarah had done, how she had betrayed him, Mike knew that he was still hopelessly in love with her. That she was the only woman he wanted for his own. His mouth watered at the delectable mounds of firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor, their rosy nipples rigid with fear. His lustful gaze swept down over the pale rise of her smooth abdomen to the dark velvety mound between her legs. She moved and he saw a bit of coral peek out from between her fuzzy slit and his swelling rod grew even more, throbbing with an urgency it had never known before.

He longed to press his tongue between her bright inner pussy folds, the way the man in one of the lurid photos had done. And his quivering pole of masculinity ached for the feel of Sarah's warm lips encircling it just as her widely stretched mouth was fastened on the lust-bloated cock in still another photo. Yes, Mike would make his faithless wife reenact each of the four obscene poses. He would make her ride his cock while he fucked her from below and he would order her to bend over and spread her legs so he could screw her two-timing cunt doggie-style too. Then he would force his wife to do something that wasn't included in the lewd pictures, something he had secretly longed to do for far too long. I'll give her more prick than she's ever had before, he thought, his balls quivering in hot anticipation. Mike would fill every possible hole with his vast joint until Sarah begged for mercy. He would prove to her that she did not have to search elsewhere, for Mike would give her the fucking of her life. Once he was through with her, Sarah would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she needed no other cock but his!

«Get up, whore!» he ordered, yanking her by the arm to throw her across the bed. «Let's see if I can make your ass squirm and your pussy foam the way my brother did!» Lowering his naked body onto hers, the burly young man crushed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His massive chest mashed her tits while his vast pulsating rod poked wetly against her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He felt the fuzziness of her pubic hair scrape against his as he bore down on her. She lay under him tense and rigid, then as his warm lingual member swirled within her mouth, he felt her body relax. His kiss was long and passionate, shaking him to the very depths of his being. By the time he drew away, both of them were gasping for air.

But Mike was just warming up. «Spread your legs,» he ordered gruffly, forcing her thighs apart to reveal the saturated tissues of her sperm- soaked pussy. «And let me suck your cunt!» Sliding his hands under his wife's hips, he lifted her gaping niche high and lowered his head. He felt her legs tremble at the touch of his warm tongue upon her sensitive inner folds. He swirled his oral member up and down the oozing length of her slippery crack, lapping up the feminine syrup and teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, making it fill with blood.

Sarah's lips parted and she began to moan. The warm persistent organ slithering up and down her delicate membranes was driving her wild. The fact that it was the man she loved who was doing such marvelous things to her throbbing pussy made her pink petals swell as never before. Her bright bud of sensitivity rose hotly, growing more and more rigid each time he passed over it, punishing it mercilessly. The nectar of her arousal flowed forth only to be quickly consumed by the marvelous voracious tongue.

«Oh eat me!» she begged, reaching down to draw his head closer. «Suck me dry!» Sarah gasped, her pelvis jerking as Mike drew the hot nub of her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it ravenously. Whimpering, Sarah pumped her hips up and down, making her husband's head bob as she surrendered herself to a deep and penetrating orgasm. «Aghhhhhh!» she cried, her climaxing cunt convulsing in great rippling waves.

When at last her bucking body grew still, Mike lifted his head from between her slit. «Has anyone ever eaten your cunt better than that?» he asked, his face smeared with the fruits of his labor.

«Oh God no!» she gasped, her mammoth breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. «That was marvvvelllousss! The best ever!»

Satisfied that he had surpassed the performance of the male model who devoured his wife's pussy in the obscene photo, Mike proceeded to duplicate still another pose. «Lift your ass,» he commanded. «And get on top of me. I want to give you a cockride you'll never forget!»

Splitting her legs wide, Sarah straddled her husband, centering her gaping cunt over the open glans of his towering cock. Without hesitation, he rammed his great phallic length high into her innermost depths, making her cry out with both pleasure and pain. «Oooohhhhhh!» she protested, her senses reeling at his incredible vastness. She had always known that her husband's cock was large, but until this very moment she had never felt each thrilling inch of his oversized organ with such spine-tingling intensity. It crowded her slick tunnel as never before, its massive tip punishing her cervix with mind-shattering force, making her senses reel.

His hands encircling her slender waist, Mike guided her up and down on his lust-bloated hunk of meat, tearing into her with unrivaled speed and determination. It was so magnificent, it was almost unreal. Sarah felt her pussy come to life again, throbbing, leaking, spiraling toward still another peak. She'd always dreamed of being fucked like this by the man she loved but Sarah never truly expected her fantasy to become reality. To think that all this time, her husband's sexual appetite was every bit as lusty as hers! She wasn't oversexed, after all! They just hadn't been communicating. But they were communicating with each other now as never before. Mike's heavy breathing, forceful pelvic thrusts, and glassy eyes assured her that he was enjoying himself every bit as much as she. Her big tits whirling madly, she rode his pistoning cudgel with a dedication she had never displayed until now. This wasn't just an ordinary cock tearing into her … it was Mike's magnificent pole of masculinity.

«Oh, Mike,» she gasped, every cell in her curvaceous body aflame. «Oh, it … feels good!» she gasped between fuckings. «You're so … so big!»

His wife's impassioned praise brought Mike to the epitome of carnal sensation. Suddenly his bloated prickhead swelled even more, erupting within her with savage force. The hot shower of semen splattering against her vaginal walls brought the humping brunette to orgasm as well. Crying out like a banshee, she rode her husband's squirting shaft of flesh like a mad woman. Their mutual moanings intermingled in a discordant duet as their naked sweating bodies climaxed in frenetic unison.

Mike knew, by his wife's violent response, that she had just had herself the best cockride of her life and he grinned with masculine pride as she collapsed on top of him. Two down and two to go, he thought, knowing which lurid photo he would make Sarah duplicate next. Feeling his spent rod dwindle within her soaked canal, he withdrew the limp organ and ordered her to her knees. «Go down on me!» he commanded. «And suck some life back into my prick! Then I'll treat you to something even better. I've saved the very best for last!»

Kneeling between her husband's outstretched legs, Sarah reached for his withered penis and brought her head forward. The soft wormlike appendage felt sticky between her fingers and the sharp odor of their mingled syrups reached her nostrils, making her wince. She had often dreamed of sucking Mike's magnificent cock but not like this. Not when it was shriveled and mushy and soiled. The mere thought of putting it in her mouth made a shiver of revulsion course through her. She looked at Mike with a pleading expression, hesitating, but he laced his fingers through her dark mane and yanked her head down hard until it was just inches from his genitals.

«Suck!» he demanded in a harsh voice. «Suck my cock, damn you!»

Her eyes wide with fright, Sarah quickly obeyed, lifting his rubbery joint while she brought her face forward. Mike sucked in his breath at the feel of her warm lips closing around the shaft of his weary organ. Her wet tongue pressed against the underside while she held onto the base with firm fingers. Then she proceeded to suck, her cheeks billowing in and out while her dark head bobbed up and down. Warm bursts of pleasure shot through Mike's naked body at the delicious drawing sensations. Sarah sucked so vigorously that his shaft of manhood quickly responded. His twin sacs swelled and filled and his prick grew rapidly within her oral cavity. His breath coming faster, Mike watched her go down on him, admiring the tempting curve of her pale moons, the way her huge breasts danced and undulated, their rosy tips jutting enticingly.

«Squeeze my balls!» he gasped, craning his neck. «Ahhhhhhhh,» he moaned in approval when her other hand began to massage his aching testicles. His distended joint had almost reached its full capacity and it pounded hotly under her oral ministrations. God, she could suck! She yanked at his swelling rod even harder than Lil! Suddenly he felt her tongue flick at the widening tip of his bloated organ and he jerked his hips in quick response. Around and around it swirled in maddening circles, driving him wild with pleasure. When the pointed tip toyed with his leaking glans, stretching it so that her warm lingual member could dart down inside to jab and titillate, he arched his back, his fingers clawing her tresses. «Ohhhhhhhh, that's goooooood!» he gasped.

Now that her husband's swollen shaft was stiff again, Sarah went at her lewd task with the gusto of a harlot. His prick felt all smooth and firm and satiny the way she had always dreamed it would. Because she had sucked him clean, only the bittersweetness of his warm precoital juices coated her tongue. The pungent flavor of his masculinity made the blood roar through her veins and her mouth hunger for even more of his delicious manhood. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth wider, taking every possible Inch of his vastness into her mouth while the bubbling mushroom tip bumped the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag. Instead she lowered her head still further so that his warm prickhead slid down her throat.

«Mmmmmmmph!» she grunted. Her mammoth tits awhirl, she rode up and down his huge shaft so that only a small portion of the shimmering saliva- coated organ was visible on each downstroke. She was on fire now, totally consumed by her carnal act. Searing flames of passion licked at her pussy. Her eyes were hooded with pleasure and her pounding cunt was ablaze with sexual excitement. Never had a man's prick felt so incredibly huge, so utterly delicious. «Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!» she grunted, her cheeks billowing in and out, her lovely features contorted by lust. She bobbed up and down feverishly, longing to suck him to completion, to feel his steaming juices erupt in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot cum.

But Mike had other plans. Even though Sarah's mouth and tongue were bringing him unsurpassed pleasure, he knew it was time to stop. If he let her voracious oral cavern tug at his pulsating rod much longer, he would shoot his wad. And the big Irishman had an even more tempting spot in mind. The look of sheer rapture on his wife's flushed face, the eager manner in which her fingers kneaded his balls assured him that she liked the feel of his warm meat inside her mouth. The way she yanked on him proved, without a doubt, that his mouth fucking surpassed the oral screwing Sarah got when she posed for the lurid photo. Satisfied that he'd proved his masculine superiority, Mike tightened his grip on Sarah's hair and lifted her head. His saliva-coated rod slipped wetly away and she looked at it longingly like a child who had just had a lollipop snatched away from his mouth.

«That's enough far now,» he told her. «But don't worry, baby. From now on, you're gonna give me regular blow-jobs. And next time, I wanna see you swallow my cum. All of it, you understand?» He chuckled at the eager nod of her head, the way her eyes glittered. Sarah's sexual appetite even surpassed that of the lusty divorcee he'd been screwing on the side. If only he had known what his wife was really like! Mike knew, with swift certainty, that there would be no more clandestine meetings with Lil. Sarah was not only prettier and more voluptuous, she outsucked and outfucked the blonde as well. The time had come for the ultimate test. If his wife passed this final exam, Mike was certain that neither of them would ever stray again.

«Get up!» he ordered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. «And bend over and give me your ass so I can fuck you doggie-style!» Sarah scrambled to her feet, bending submissively over the side of the bed, spreading her legs eagerly. Her pale moons rose temptingly and Mike eyed the creamy slit between her fuzzy cuntal lips, seeing it quiver in anticipation. So she liked being screwed this way! But he wasn't about to wear himself out before the grand finale. Mike would spear her milky slot a few times just to show Sarah that he could stab her from the rear better than any other stud she'd offered her two-timing ass to.

Positioning himself directly behind his naked wife, he grabbed her rounded hips and poked his hot jutting shaft into her uplifted cunt.

«Oooooohhh,» the brunette sighed as she thrilled to the pressure of this new invasion. Wriggling her ass, she butted against him, trying to consume more of his vastness. «Ooohhhhhh, that feels so goooooood!» she moaned, meeting his powerful forward thrusts by pushing backward. Her eyelids grew heavy and her arms trembled on the edge of the bed. «Deeper!» she begged, her hips working in swift harmony with those pressing against hers.

Mike fucked in and out of her with carefully measured strokes, but his eyes were riveted to the sphincter muscle directly above her cuntal opening. He licked his lips greedily, his eyes bright. He waited until Sarah was skewering back on him vigorously, offering her great white ass in total surrender, before he launched his attack. With admirable skill and timing, he withdrew his lust-bloated organ completely, waiting for the next backward thrust of his wife's hips. His hands clutching her hips even tighter, the brawny young man aimed his quivering bubbling shaft of meat at the tiny ring of unsuspecting flesh directly above her oozing vagina. When her lunging behind came toward him, he inserted his mammoth prickhead into the tight orifice between her buttocks, hurling his hips forward.

Sarah cried out in pain at the cruel invasion. Her entire body stiffened in protest and she tried to pull her hips forward. Her efforts were in vain, for Mike's tightly clenched fingers held her firmly in place. «Aghhhhhhh!» she screamed when he pushed harder into her burning asstunnel. Her inviolate orifice puckered violently in outrage and sharp tearing pains ripped through her rectum. «Oh stop!» she begged, gasping for air. «Oh God, it hurts!»

Hearing her agonized cries gave Mike a perverse thrill. He pushed harder, sending his swollen punishing joint deeper into her unwilling aperture. He felt her buttocks tense and heard her gulp for air. Her struggles were making his invasion even more painful for her. Jerking his pelvis, he burrowed into her even more, forcing her virginal anus to stretch wider despite its reluctance.

«Please don't!» she pleaded, sobbing. «I can't stand it! You'll split my ass! Oh stop, stop!»

But Mike had no intention of desisting. He tore into her more savagely, burying his huge cock in her tightly constricted rectum. He had accomplished the first part of his mission, for his faithless wife was begging for mercy. Satisfied that he had given her enough pain, Mike decided that it was time to give her pleasure.

He withdrew one of his hands from her hip to stroke the creamy slit located under his deeply embedded organ. His probing fingers slithered across her saturated membranes until they found the nub of her clitoris. He squeezed it gently, teasingly feeling it rise under his touch. As his fingers continued to caress the tiny penislike structure, he felt his wife's tense body begin to relax. She stopped trying to jerk her pelvis forward and her sobs diminished. Mike waited until her hot nub of femininity was filled with blood, stiff under his touch, before he withdrew his other hand from her pelvis. When his hand left the curve of her hip, Sarah did not try to pull away. Mike shoved the first two fingers of his left hand up the brunette's creamy vagina while he continued to torment her swollen clitoris with his other hand. He heard the sudden rush of air whoosh from her lungs as she sighed in pleasure.

Slowly, her hips began to move again. The burning of her tormented asshole was accompanied by a definite throbbing now. Ripples of pleasure-pain coursed through her body. Her crowded rectum relaxed, opening wide to welcome its determined invader at last. Her body began to work with him rather than against him. Every cell in her being was aflame with this new and glorious carnal sensation. The triple treat of having her anus so thoroughly invaded, her clitoris incessantly flicked, and her vagina double-fingered was the most devastating sensation Sarah had ever experienced.

Her full lips parted, she began to moan in ecstasy, her ass pumping backward to suck up every possible inch of Mike's great burrowing length. Her vaginal opening secreted heavily, its milky nectar trickling down to coat Mike's fingers. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly and completely conquered! Mike had fucked her cunt, her mouth, and now he was infiltrating still another orifice. Drunk with passion, she skewered back on his hot spear with dedication. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, she surrendered herself completely to his masterful invasion.

«Ooohhhhhh,» she moaned, lifting her ass high in the air. «Fuck, fuck! Deeper, harder! Oh give me more, more!»

«Do you like having your asshole fucked?» Mike asked, breathing heavily as he tore into her.

«Yesssssss,» she replied, shimmying wildly.

«Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?»

«Never!» she gasped, her legs trembling at the feel of his relentless fingers soaring up her oozing cunt, the steady pinching and tweaking of her fiery clitoris. «And I love it! I love you! Oh, Mike, Mike, keep fucking! Ohhhhhhhh!»

Triumph surged through his veins. He was intoxicated by the thrilling knowledge that he was fucking his wife where no cock had ever been before. He alone had claimed her virgin asshole, introducing her to the most thrilling of all carnal delights and he had made her love it! She was ramming her bucking ass up against him like a bitch in heat, begging for more. He had never seen such a heated response. The realization that he had conquered her completely filled him with a heady sense of power, making him feel more masculine and virile than ever before. That and the magnificent tightness of her grasping asshole brought him to the apex of physical joy. Jerking his hips violently, he ripped into her again and again until his great shaft of flesh exploded, sending its scalding contents splattering against the tender walls of her crowded rectum. His handsome features altered by lust, he cried out in wild abandon. «Aghhhhhhh!» he cried, his erupting prick emptying within her innermost depths.

Exquisitely aware of his steaming juices splattering within her newly conquered passageway, Sarah soon joined her husband in thrilling orgasm. A strange catlike sound tore from her throat as she bucked and jerked, surrendering herself to the most devastating climax of her entire life. Her tormented clitoris fluttered wildly while the walls of her finger-filled vagina swelled and convulsed. The volcanic eruption deep within her asshole heightened her response, making her head reel while her heart pounded. Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of her eyes and she heard a ringing in her ears. Their sweating bodies working in unsurpassed accord, the bucking pair ascended the apex of carnal joy together, climbing to new and glorious heights of sensation, sharing the most soul-searing devastating orgasms of their lives.

When at last their epilectic seizures ceased, they collapsed on the bed in a sated heap.

Once Sarah had caught her breath, she reached out to run her hand across her husband's chest. Never before had she felt so feminine, so womanly, so totally possessed by a man. Bathed in the warmth of afterglow, she was filled with love and tenderness for the man who had just claimed her so magnificently, so superbly. He had made love to her in every conceivable manner, surpassing anything she had ever known before. His warm cum trickled slowly from her dual apertures and the taste of his precoital juices still lingered on her tongue. Sarah now knew that she was not oversexed, after all, that Mike's libido was every bit as powerful as hers. And she also knew that for the first time in her life, she would know total satisfaction without suffering from guilt afterward. And she knew why. It was because Mike was her husband, the man she loved and cherished with all her heart. That made everything good and clean and right between them the way it could never be with anyone else. Somehow she had to make him understand about those awful photos and her reasons for going to bed with his brother.

«Oh, Mike,» she whispered, snuggling close. «I love you so! Oh, darling, can you ever forgive me?» Her words coming in a rush, she tried, once more, to explain why she had posed for those pictures in the first place.

This time Mike listened, his arms reaching out to cradle her. When she got to the part about Gene's attempted blackmail, Mike's jaw clenched and his eyes darkened in anger. Because he had idolized his younger brother so, it was hard to accept the fact that Gene would stoop so low. But he knew it was so, for he had witnessed his betrayal with his own eyes. Ugly and painful as it was, Mike had to face the truth.

«I was afraid to let you see those photos, Mike,» she went on, her voice choking with emotion. «I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd hate me, so I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage.» A strangled sob tore from her throat. «Oh I've been such a fool!»

«So have I, darling,» Mike conceded, sighing heavily. His fingers caressing her shoulder, he confessed that he had been cheating on her as well.

«Oh, Mike,» she whispered, snuggling close. «I love you so! Oh, darling, can you ever forgive me?»

Mike's face softened. «I guess I can see why you resorted to taking that modeling job, after all,» he said with a heavy sigh when she finished. «Desperation can make us do things we'd never consider otherwise,» he added, thinking how his own desperate need for physical release had driven him into the arms of other women.

«I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd hate me,» Sarah continued. «So I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage,» she added with a little sob. «Oh I've been such a fool!»

«So have I,» he said, pulling her close. «I love you so!» His heart overflowing, Mike brought his lips down on hers. Their bodies straining close, they lost themselves in a warm and tender embrace. Their fervant kiss washed away all the hurt and betrayal and misunderstanding between them, leaving only love in its stead. By the time they drew apart, their eyes were shining with a newfound joy.