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CHAPTER SEVEN

A young female voice answered on the fourth ring.

Angela stammered: "Hello, wh-who's this?"

"Joanne," the girl replied, sounding like a teenager.

"I must have dialed the wrong number," Angela said. "I'm calling Frank Whitmire."

"You got the right number. Who's this?"

"His wife," she said uneasily.

"Ex-wife you mean." The voice was smug and surly.

"Yes, just put Frank on, would you please?"

"I'll see if he wants to talk to you."

There was a long and dreadful moment of silence during, which Angela wondered what a young girl was doing in Frank's room. The answer was obvious, but she didn't want to believe it.

Then Frank came on the line, his voice gruff and impatient. "Yeah, what do you want?"

"Danny's run away," she blurted out with a sob. "With Yvonne, that platinum blonde divorcee who used to live down the street."

"Good," Frank replied. "Getting away from you is the smartest thing he could do."

Angela sobbed. "Frank, I'm sorry. I know I've made a mess of everything, but I need your help."

"My help? You need to see a psychiatrist!"

"Frank, I don't even have money enough to put food on the table."

"So why don't you sell what you've been giving our son for the last several days," he replied coldly.

"Please, Frank… don't do this to me. I've been shamed and hurt enough already."

"Not enough to suit me, bitch!"

Her temper flared. "You're no better! What's that young girl doing there with you?"

"She's restoring my faith in my manhood." Frank chuckled. "I don't need to tell you how exciting it is to have sex with a horny teenager."

Angela shuddered and cried. "Frank, you can't just dump me out like dirty dishwater – not after almost twenty years!"

"You've got the house, and all the furniture. What are you bitching about?"

"The house payment is due next week, and I won't have money enough to pay it."

"Good, when the bank kicks you out, I'll buy the place again. I haven't been able to find an apartment I like."

"Why don't you come home?" she pleaded tearfully.

"You know, I just might do that…"

"Oh, Frank! Yes, please do! I'll make everything up to you."

"You sure as hell will! Joanne is a runaway from a rich family and she's used to having a maid."

"Who cares about Joanne?"

"I do! If I'm coming home, she's coming with me. You can stay on to cook, clean house and do the laundry."

"Not for some young slut you've picked up!" she raged.

"It's that or start selling your faithless cunt on the street," he reminded her.

Angela felt her blood boiling, but there wasn't much she could do. She couldn't stand the thought of turning tricks, or going back to the diner and that sadistic big cock of Max's.

"All right," she said grudgingly. "We'll be there in about an hour," Frank said in a tone of triumph. "I'll bring groceries so you can fix dinner. Meanwhile, move your shit into Danny's old room. That's where you'll be staying."

"It's yes, Mr. Whitmire, from now on," he said, rubbing it in.

"All right!" she snapped. "Say it!"

"Yes, Mr. Wh-Whitmire." She almost choked on the words. It was worse than when Max rammed his monster cock down her throat. Bitter humiliation was even harder to swallow.

Twenty minutes later, Angela grasped at a ray of hope as she was moving her things from the spacious master bedroom into the smaller one that had been her son's. As long as she and Frank were in the same house again, she might win him back. She vowed to pamper him in every way possible, to be as appealing as she could and put his newfound young mistress to shame.

When she met Joanne at the door that hope was shattered like a window hit with a brick. She was gorgeous! A petite blonde with a voluptuous figure and silky blonde hair long enough to sweep across the crack of her ass when it swayed.

"I'm Joanne," she said too sweetly. "And you must be the new maid."

Angela's face blushed red in a jealous rage but she said only, "Yes."

Frank was standing right behind Joanne, handsome as ever and beaming proudly. "Come in, please," Angela said.

Frank gave her a bag full of groceries.

"Have dinner ready by eight," he said curtly. "I like my steak rare. Joanne wants hers medium. And there's a can of spaghetti and meatballs for you."

"I hate canned spaghetti," she muttered.

"Yes, I know, but it's the cheapest thing I could find and that suits you perfectly."

"Bastard," she mumbled.

"Come on, Joanne, I'll show you the bedroom. With a maid to wait on us, we're going to be spending a lot of time there."

Joanne giggled impishly and took his hand. They walked down the hall and a moment later Angela heard Frank roar, "God damn it, Angela! The sheets are soiled. Change the bed and put on a fresh one, right now!"

"Yes, M-Mr. Whitmire!" Angela wasn't sure bow much more of this she could stand. Max, his grubby dinner and his giant cock were looking better by the minute.

Frank and Joanne were both naked when Angela walked into the bedroom carrying clean sheets and pillow cases. She stopped and gawked, chilled by the sight, but neither of them paid the slightest attention to her.

Joanne was down on her knees, fondly stroking Frank's cock and guiding it to her waiting lips.

"Oooh, Frank," Joanne crooned, "I've never seen your cock so big and hard before."

Angela just had to look, and she had to admit he'd never gotten an erection like that for her. Apparently the young blonde excited him more than she ever could. That added to her feelings of dismay.

She went to the work on changing the bed, but Angela found it hard to concentrate with that lewd little bitch noisily sucking her husband's cock in the same room, bobbing her head so frantically that her long golden hair swirled as though in a high wind.

"Ooooh, baby," he moaned. "What a great mouth you've got!"

Frank was kneading Joanne's beautiful tits and rocking his hips to fill her throat.

Frank tangled his hands in her long golden hair, clenching them into fists as his excitement increased. He tugged her silky hair, yanking her head back and forth, rasping deep grunts of lecherous delight as he fucked her young face.

Joanne seemed to love it. She made delighted cooing noises in her throat and caressed his balls with wavering fingertips. Frank reached down and gave her firm tits a squeeze, then he laced his hands back of her head and roared as his cock twitched and spurted jism into her throat.

Joanne slurped and swallowed his cum, her throat writhing.

Angela watched the cords in the girl's neck strain with the tension of ecstasy, how her flesh rippled lewdly and how her fingers kept teasing Frank's balls to get more cream.

It made Angela sick with disgust and that pleased Frank as much as fucking the sexy young teen in the face.

"Hhhmmm, baby, that was great!" he said when she'd sucked him dry. "You get better everytime!"

"I fuck better too," Joanne said slyly. "Want to stick your cock in my pussy now?"

"Or maybe your ass. I love them both, you know."

"Take your choice, Frank. I'm yours now."

"I know that, sweetheart. And what a luscious little dish you are! Come here." He clasped his hands on her ass cheeks and lifted her as a child would a doll.

Joanne giggled anxiously, spreading her legs to wrap them around his waist. She hugged his neck in a fevered embrace and he lifted her high enough to be seated on the head of his cock.

Angela saw that his cock was still hard and throbbing with lewd strength and she felt a chilling pang of envy.

He let Joanne down slowly, slipping his cock deeper and deeper into her blonde fringed cunt hole.

"Oooh, you're got to be the sweetest, hottest little cunt I ever fucked. You're like a virgin to me everytime!"

"Oooh, Frank. You must have fucked me fifty times by now. How can I still feel like a virgin to you?"

"Because your pussy is so sleek and tight, just like it was when I popped your cherry!"

"Oh, I'll never forget that! What a thrill it was to have a handsome grown man want to fuck me!"

"And mine is the only cock you want, right?" He supported her little ass and fucked her delightedly while standing up, both of them swaying on his strong legs.

"Yes, darling! You're the only man I want! Mmmm, I just love what your cock does to me when we fuck this way!"

"Glad you aren't like some cheating sluts I've known," he said. Frank glared sharply at Angela as he spoke and watched her cringe.

"That kind of woman can't keep a man for long," Joanne said, "and I don't want to lose you, Frank!"

"You won't, baby. Not as long as you fuck this hot, and fuck only me!"

"Frank?" she purred in a kittenish tone of voice. "Will you fuck your finger up my ass? I like to have something in both of my holes at once."

"I've got an even better idea. Angela, come here!"

"Yes?" Angela answered distractedly. The way the girl clung to him with arms and legs locked in a lewd embrace disgusted her.

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," Frank reminded her sternly. "Get down on your knees and tonguefuck Joanne's ass for me."

"No," she said flatly.

"Then pack your things and get the hell out of my house!"

"It's as much mine as yours."

"But you can't pay for it, and if I tell a judge what you've done with our son, your room will be one at the county jail."

Angela stood fuming, trying to make up her mind. She hated the thought of having to help excite Frank's young whore, but she dreaded even more what might happen if she failed to please him.

With an anguished sigh she sank to her knees.

Frank pushed Joanne's petite little ass right up to her face. It bobbed and quaked from his fevered cock thrusts into her cunt.

"Kiss it, bitch!" He parted Joanne's ass cheeks with the hands that supported her weight.

Angela gritted her teeth.

The blonde giggled and squirmed anxiously.

"I've never had a tongue up my ass before. I'm going to love it, Frank!"

"That's what a maid is for, to keep my little blonde baby happy. Anything you want from her, you just give the order."

"Mmmm," she cooed. "Will she suck my cunt too?"

"Anytime you want. If she doesn't, I'll kick her ass out in the street. And she better get busy with your sexy little ass right now or that's what's going to happen!"

Fuming, Angela leaned forward, her lips puckered in disgust. She kissed Joanne's taut ass crack timidly, her lips cringing.

The young blonde had a sweet, mild taste and the rim of her asshole was soft pink like a baby's lips. Angela felt a lewd shiver of excitement. She hated the girl and how Frank used Joanne to punish and torment her, but she eyed the blonde's cute and sexy little ass. In fact, Angela wondered if there was anything about sex that she wouldn't enjoy in some way.

She puckered her soft lips and planted a passionate sucking kiss on Joanne's shitter. She whirled her tongue around the pink rim and then she wiggled it in.

"Hhhooowheee!" the blonde wailed. "I love that! Do it again, Angela! Fuck my ass with your big tongue!"

She did, and she reached up to feel the girl's firm, sharp young tits and fondle her nipples at the same time.

"Mmm, that's even better. Keep it up, Angela! Uuuungh!"

"You like having a maid?" Frank asked.

"I love it! When you cum in me this time, I'm going to make her suck my pussy clean for you!"

"Good idea, baby. I like your young cunt best when it's sweet and fresh as the first time!"

"Angela will bathe me and brush my hair too," she decided. "I know you like to have it long and sleek and shimmering soft, but brushing my long hair is so much work that my little arms get tired."

"They aren't tired now, not the way they hug my neck."

"That's what I'm going to save my strength for, Frank. To hug you while we fuck!"

Angela tried to concentrate on tongue fucking Joanne's sexy young ass. Her asshole gripped and squeezed her tongue, pulsing with lewd tremors of delight.

"Oooh, Frank! She's making my ass so anxious. After you've fucked my pussy, will you fuck me again from behind?"

"Sure, baby! You're cute and sexy enough to keep my cock hard for hours!" He drilled and pumped her hard enough to make Joanne cry out in delight. That rammed her ass into Angela's face. She could almost feel the throb of Frank's cock in the way it made the blonde's ass writhe.

"Oooh, Frank! I'm cumming! It's sooo great with you in my cunt and her tongue in my ass. I'm going to have a double climax better than ever before!"

"Go, baby! Go, because I'm cumming too. The way your sweet young cunt milks my prick is just too much!"

"Cum, Frank! I love your hot jism. It feels so good gushing into me!"

He was fucking her hard and fast, jarring Angela almost senseless when he rammed Joanne's ass into her face. Angela gasped mournfully, forced to give pleasure but denied it for herself.

When they both howled their lewd orgasmic cries, Angela's face was a mask of sadness and she began to sob. Frank ignored her and carried Joanne to the freshly made bed. They sprawled together, his cock still rooted inside Joanne's pussy to feel the joyous aftershocks of a great double climax.

They hugged, passionately for several minutes, arms and legs intertwined. They kissed, their tongues darting back and forth while Angela remained alone on her knees at the foot of the bed, crying her heart out.

Frank smiled. "Angela, bring a washcloth and a towel from the bathroom."

"All right," she moaned grudgingly.

"Not, all right. Yes, Mr. Whitmire… have you got that, you stupid bitch?"

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire!" She spit the words like cobra venom.

"And be happy about it or your fat ass goes into the street!"

"My ass is not fat! I've got a better body than your little blonde tramp will ever have!"

"A maid who talks back is asking to get her fat ass kicked," Frank said sharply. "Now get the damp cloth and towel, and be damn quick about it!"

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," she said glumly, leaving for the bathroom in a fuming rage of humiliation.

When she returned a moment later with what he'd asked for, Frank said: "Now wash my cock."

She gulped. "Yes, sir."

But it was torture to have to handle her husband's cock knowing it had just fucked the lewd little bitch who was looking on, and that he was so anxious to fuck her again.

Angela wiped his cock clean, then she dried him, feeling his cock throb anxiously for the blonde young enough to have been his own daughter. It was torture for her, and that was why Frank demanded it.

"Now get some of that lubricating jelly," he told her. "Joanne's little ass is so hot and tight, my cock has to be real slick to even tit in."

Angela was biting her lip to keep from crying out in disgust. She got the tube she kept in a drawer of the bedside table.

Joanne looked up and saw there was also a long vibrator shaped like a double-ended cock in the drawer.

"Bring that twin dick thing too!" the blonde exclaimed. "Seeing it gives me a great idea!"

Angela brought the double-ended vibrator too. It was something she'd bought when Frank wasn't able to satisfy her increasing desire. One end was like a circumcised cock, the other complete with a rubbery foreskin.

"I want the end that's most like you, Frank." Joanne took the circumcised end, turned it on and worked it into her wet young cunt. "Mmmm, I like how it makes me tingle all over inside!"

Joanne stretched out beside Frank with the other half of the buzzing vibrator sticking up.

"Now I want you to grease my cock too," she said.

Angela did as she was told, hating them both and wondering what the girl had in mind.

Touching Frank's cock made her hand tremble like the vibrator. But she managed to smooth the lubricant on his cock and the artificial one too.

"Now lay down on the bed," Joanne told her. "On your face, bitch. And lift your skirt up in back. Bare that luscious fat ass of yours."

Angela grimaced. "No, I won't! Not for you!"

"You bare it or I'll boot it!" Frank snarled. "All right, all right!" Angela shuddered and raised her skirt as she lay down.

"I'm going to fuck her ass while you're fucking mine," the girl said to her adoring older man.

"What a good idea!" Frank exclaimed. "You are such a lovely, lewd little delight!"

Joanne giggled and guided the buzzing exposed end of the vibrator to the rim of Angela's asshole.

"No," Angela cried. "I don't like that. Not in my ass. Aaagggh!"

The blonde clenched her tight cunt on her half of the buzzing cock and rammed the greased tip into Angela's quaking ass. "Oh, she's going to be such a soft warm pillow for me to lie on while you fuck my ass, Frank!"

"She's all yours, baby. Rape her ass with that big buzzer!"

Joanne sighed anxiously and bobbed her hips, pumping the artificial cock in and out of Angela's ass.

Angela groaned from the shame of being forced to submit to such a thing, but she found shivering excitement in having that vibrator wedged deep in her asshole.

Frank got around behind her and aimed his greased cock at Joanne's pink-lipped asshole as it bobbed. He pressed down and bored into her ass. She cried shrilly, her ass wringing in tormented delight.

Sandwiched between the estranged husband and wife, Joanne had his cock up her ass and the dildo buzzing in her tender young cunt. It was a double thrill of rapture. When she pumped her hips to fuck into Angela's ass, it also increased the pleasures Frank gave her from behind.

"I love to fuck and be fucked at the same time," Joanne purred.

Frank chuckled. "You get whatever you want, baby!"

"I want to feel her big tits too."

"Go ahead. Just reach under her and rip her blouse if you have to. Tomorrow we'll get her some maid's uniforms… that's all she's going to be wearing from now on."

"Hhhmmm, she does have a nice pair of tits. I'm going to love playing with them whenever I want!"

"And I love playing with you," Frank said fondly.

When he fucked deep into the blonde's ass, he could feel the muted tingle of the vibrator humming in her pussy just beyond the thin veil of flesh between. It made his cock throb delightedly.

Joanne ripped the front of Angela's blouse just to get it out of the way. And she broke her bra clasp in her haste to feel Angela's lush tits stark naked. She loved kneading and squeezing the creamy big tits and she was none to gentle about it.

Angela shuddered and squirmed, wishing in more ways than one that the lewd little blonde had not come between Frank and herself. His being so near and yet so far removed was sheer torture for her.

It made Angela regret all she'd done to drive him away. And she wondered if Frank would ever want to fuck her again. If only she could think of some way to get Joanne out of his life, there might be a chance.

She was thinking about that when the three of them came to a climax together. That disrupted her scheming thoughts in a most delightful manner, but the idea still lingered in the back of Angela's mind.