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CHAPTER SEVEN

Gretchen walked into her house. It was time to bring everything out into the open. "Ray!" She checked the kitchen and living room. "Ray?"

There was no answer and she climbed the stairs, becoming nervous with each slow step. The sound of the shower brought her down the hall and through the bedroom. She saw the bathroom door open. Steeling herself, she went in.

A crooked smile graced her face. "How was dinner?" she asked, sitting on the toilet.

Her voice startled Ray. "Is that you, honey?" he asked, dropping the soap.

"Who did you expect?" she asked wryly.

He slid the glass door back and poked his wet head out. "I missed you," He threw her a kiss. "How about doing my back?"

"Sounds like fun." She took the soap he offered and reached in and soaped his back. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Nothing," he said, enjoying the lazy way she was rubbing his back.

"You must be horny as hell." She brought the soap down and slid it between the cheeks of his ass. "No sex for – how long has it been – four days?"

"Sounds right." She squirmed as she tried poking the soap in his ass. "I've been going crazy without you."

"I'll bet," she muttered, jabbing the soap into his ass.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He squirmed and turned. His cock, wet, soapy, and limp, hung between his legs.

"Nothing," she purred, gazing at his cock. She rubbed his groin with soap, working a lather around his prick.

"Did Patsy take care of you okay?" She grabbed his limp prick in her soapy hands and stroked it.

"She made me a few meals," he said, wondering why she was acting so odd. "She left a little while ago."

"She's pretty sexy, huh?"

"In a kid sort of way," he said, his groin tightening. "Why don't you get undressed and join me?" He winked, "I'll soap your back."

She handed him the soap and rinsed her hands. "I thought you'd be too tired." She peeled off her clothes, gave him her hand and climbed into the shower, sliding the door closed.

"You're acting kind of strange. Anything happen while you were at your mother's?"

"I was enlightened," she said cryptically.

He lathered her creamy tits as the water beat against his neck. "Tell me about it."

His massaging hands were soothing and she closed her eyes. "I learned that faithful husbands aren't always faithful," she continued in her vague manner.

A fist gripped him, in the gut. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You tell me," she said, opening her eyes and staring him boldly in the face.

"I think you're crazy." He dipped his hand down between her legs and soaped her pussy.

"I don't know why everyone calls me crazy," she hummed. She parted her legs, giving Ray room to maneuver the soap.

"Who's everyone?" He was leery about the way she was acting. Christ, if she even suspected something had happened between him and Patsy, the roof would be blown off the house!

"Some people I met," she giggled. She turned around. "How about soaping my asshole?" She closed her eyes and parted the cheeks of her ass. "Be careful, it's tender." She swallowed a laugh.

"What people?" He was almost afraid to ask. He brought the soap up through the crack, then down between her legs, until her crotch and ass bubbled in a frothy white.

Gretchen stared at her reflection in the wet tile. Her features were distorted. "Remember when I called you yesterday?"

"I do." He had the feeling of impending doom, but he couldn't put his finger on why.

"When I hung up, I met this marvelous man." She let the thought hang, wanting to torture him a bit.

His gut flipped. "Why would a stranger say you were crazy?" His voice was tight and his soaping hand on her pussy turned to quick rough jerks.

"Do it easy. I'm tender down there." This time she allowed the laugh to escape.

"Stop the shit!" he said, getting angry. "What about this guy?"

Gretchen faced him. Water bounced off his shoulders and sprayed her face. It was her moment of truth, the games were over. She swallowed back her own anger, and a fear that her marriage was over.

"I'm waiting," he said impatiently.

"He bought me a drink," she began slowly, wondering now if it was a good idea to air all the things that had happened. It would be easy to stop, to forget and start over as if nothing had happened. She braced herself – it did happen and it had to be dealt with.

"He thought I was crazy when I asked him to get me to cum in the bar." It was out and the rest quickly followed. "We went to his place and he fucked me." Tears began to flow from her eyes, masked by the spray of the shower.

Ray dropped the soap. His face filled with disbelief. "You… you wouldn't do that."

"I did," she said defiantly. "And I enjoyed it too. He fucked me on his balcony."

Ray saw the truth in her eyes. Anger, hate, jealousy, all raged up inside him. He brought himself under control and slid the glass door back, climbed out of the shower. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted. "Why? Why?"

Gretchen followed him out. She tramped into the bedroom after him. "Because you cheated on [missing text]."

He stopped and spun around. She knew, but how? He decided to brazen it out. "You're crazy! I've never cheated on you."

"You're full of shit and I'm not crazy!" Her voice cracked and she sobbed.

"No I didn't!" he shouted back.

Gretchen brought herself under control. "I came home yesterday, Ray. I walked into this fucking house and saw you with my bitch sister! Now tell me I'm crazy."

He fought back the fist that was trying to come up through his throat. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. "I couldn't help myself," he said feebly.

"I suppose you couldn't help yourself again tonight?" She was slinking, her stomach turmoil.

He was silent.

"You don't have to worry. I made up for it in spades." She spat out each word. "Last night I fucked the bellboy where I stayed and today I fucked Tony while you were with Patsy. I took real good care of him."

The words rang in his ears. Blind rage gripped him. He took three steps and slapped her hard across the face. "You whore!" He slapped her again, knocking her to the bed. "Whore!"

Sprawled on the bed, she cried. "If I'm a whore, what does that make you? Tell me that!"

He glared at his wife. A pulse throbbed in his temple. His cock swelled. There was something strangely erotic happening. "I guess it makes me a fool."

Gretchen noticed his prick growing. "Was Patsy good?"

He licked his lips nervously. The fact that she had been wanted, even fucked by other men, made her appear more desirable than ever. He didn't understand it. It was so bizarre!

"Was she?" Gretchen shouted.

He didn't know why, but he grinned, a nervous reaction. "No one is as good as you, honey."

"You've got a hard-on," she said. "Thinking about Patsy?"

He shook his head. "Did you enjoy fucking the other men?" He had to know. He wasn't sure why, but it was important.

"Yes," she sobbed. "But not the way I enjoy it with you," she quickly added. "I did it to get revenge." She calmed herself. "Ray," she said softly. "Come to bed. We have a lot to do."

His prick was throbbing hard. He climbed on the bed and took her in his arms.

Gretchen fused her wet body against him. Her lips parted and touched his, accepting his tongue. She squirmed, their wet bodies squeaking as they hugged and kissed feverishly.

"I love you, Ray," she moaned, kissing his face and neck ardently. "I love you so much."

"Baby. Sweet, baby!" His hands roamed her body frantically, exploring her wet flesh, kneading it roughly. His fuck hurt, pressed into her softness.

Gretchen wiggled out of his grasp and climbed over him. She leered into his face. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Ray groaned his approval. His head was reeling with bizarre thoughts.

Gretchen kissed his neck, dragged her wet tongue to his chest. She licked his nipples, mixing her spit with his wet, showered body. Soft murmuring sighs escaped her mouth as she chewed and sucked his chest.

"Sweetheart," he moaned. "I love you." Her mouth was like fire.

She didn't speak, she was too involved in devouring his body. She chewed his arms, shoulders, licking, sucking, frantic in her desire to please.

Ray relaxed, savoring his wife's mouth as she worked her way methodically down to the tightness of his groin. "Take your time," he rasped, never wanting it to end. "We have the rest of our lives."

Gretchen knew it and her heart filled with love. She nibbled on his flat stomach, chewed his lips, licked her tongue through his cock hair. She was in heaven. She sensed something, a change in their attitudes and it excited her.

Gripping his towering cock in her fist, she sighed. "I've missed your prick, honey. Missed it terribly."

"Even with all the other cocks you've had?" He groaned, jerked his hips.

"Yes." She dropped her head and gripped the base of his prick with her teeth. One hard bite, one loud groan and she released it.

"I'm gonna eat you alive, my husband. Eat you until you scream for my pussy."

She straddled his legs, her dripping pussy against his knee. She soaked it in pussy juice, then nibbled her way down to his thighs, hitting her cunt against his toes. Soft bites on his thighs had him moaning.

"My cock, baby! Not my thighs."

She ignored him, chewing the inner flesh of his thighs. His groans were wonderful. Down his leg she licked. Reaching his toes, she sucked each one, a prelude to what she would soon do to his cock.

"You're fantastic!"

"You haven't seen anything yet," she purred. She went back to his feet, licked the soles, then gobbled his toes again, soaking them in saliva.

"My cock," he howled.

Gretchen was ready now. She moved up his leg, leaving a trail of drool. She rubbed her cunt against his knee. A mild spasm trickled through her pussy. She was on fire and knew it. Never had she been this hot, this excited. It was as if the days of adultery had keyed her senses to a sharp edge. She wondered if Ray felt the same way.

"Yeahhhhh," Ray groaned as her mouth found his cock. "Suck it! Suck it!" He lunged.

Gretchen caught his lunge, taking his prick into her warm mouth. She sucked the head, swirling her tongue around and around the bell-shaped head. Balancing herself, she worked her hips in a circle, her cunt tight against his leg. Spasms rippled through her pussy and she had to fight her lust to keep from climbing on top and riding his cock.

Ray reached down, found one oversized tit and squeezed. It felt soft, silky in his hand, heated by the blood boiling in her veins. "Sweetheart," he mumbled, jerking his hips. "Ummmm!"

Gretchen gurgled, squirmed her hips and creamed his leg. Her nipple hardened against his palm. She made sucking gasps and dribbled spit. It ran down his prickshaft, forming a puddle.

She filled her mouth with prick-meat, then pushed, taking his prick into her throat. Two days of continuous practice made it easy. At once her lips were flush against his groin and his throbbing cock was stuffed deep in her gullet.

He arched his back, slammed, then dropped back. Her teeth gnawed at his cock and reminded him to be still and not move. He obeyed, but gripped her tit more tightly.

Gretchen slobbered on his prick, bobbed her head up and down. Warm lips glided over his shaft and frantic slaps of her tongue beat on his cock. Her teeth scraped.

With her mouth working erotically on his cock, she kept her hips in constant motion. Her clit rubbed into the rough skin of his knee, causing lights to flash behind her closed eyes.

In the back of her lust-sopped brain, she sensed Ray was ready. His cock was swelling, throbbing maniacally in her throat. She lifted her head, taking her mouth off his cock.

"You can't cum yet," she panted.

"Get on me, baby. Climb onto my cock." He was crazy-hot for her pussy. "Now!"

She shook her head, her lust-glazed eyes dancing. "I wanna cum on your leg first."

Ray moaned, conceding to her desires. "Make it quick, baby. I can't hold out much longer."

"You'll survive. Watch me."

He felt the heat of her cunt, the warm juices flowing over his knee. His eyes settled onto her flushed face.

"Oooo, Ray. I'm gonna cream!"

She slid effortlessly over his knee, getting closer and closer to her orgasm with each fluid movement. "Oooo, I'm almost there."

Ray gawked. It was so erotic, so exciting. His eyes dropped to her huge tits swinging in rhythm to her movements. He reached for them, grabbing one tit in each hand.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Squeeze them hard when I cum." Her tits felt heavy and his hands took away the agony of their weight. "I'm there, honey! Oooo!"

She rocked back and forth on his knee as her first orgasm drew her quickly into its center. Her eyes focused on his face. "I'm cuming!" It was a low, hoarse whisper. "Oooo, Ray. I'm cuming!"

Ray watched, entranced. Her face contorted in bliss and he squeezed her pulpy tits, making her squeal. His cock throbbed as if it were buried inside the heat of her pussy.

Gretchen's cunt walls contracted on emptiness and her pussy-cream flowed. Her movements turned from liquid motion to short, jerky twitches. "I'm cuming!" she cried. Her clit ground into his knee and she gasped, her elbows almost giving out.

Ray squeezed hard, milking her tits roughly as the warm cunt juice soaked him in sticky heat. He watched her face flush deep red, her eyes bulge, her mouth sag, and her tongue fucker out frantically.

With her eyes fixed on Ray, she screamed again, his face blurring. Twitching, her head snapped back and she shuddered.

"Oooo," she swooned. She collapsed on top of him, squirming her hips. Her self induced orgasm left her body tingling.

She slobbered on his belly and clawed his chest until her body stopped moving. Catching her breath, she hauled herself up. "Did you like watching me cum?" Her face was bright and her eyes had a glassy glow.

"Jesus, baby. It blew my mind!"

"Now we'll do it together," she whispered, climbing over him. She straddled his towering cock and squeezed her cunt down. His cock was plastered against his groin and flush against the puffy lips of her overheated pussy.

"Mmmmm, it feels good." She slid back and forth, soaking his cock in juice. "Looks good too." She gazed at his prickhead sticking out, a filmy white cream covering it.

Ray growled, grabbed her hips and lifted her. His cock sprang to attention. In one quick jerk, he slammed her down, burying his prick deep in her pussy. He groaned, contented.

"Oooo, I love it!" She wiggled her hips and used her cunt muscles to massage his buried prick. "Oooo, I'm in heaven!"

Ray grabbed her around the neck and pulled her to his mouth. He feasted on her lips, chewing and sucking. His hips lunged at the same time, driving his prick in and out of her cunt.

Gretchen struggled away. She saw in his eyes the same thing she was thinking.

Ray caught the signal and understood. With his cock buried inside her, Gretchen put their thoughts into words. "You can still fuck Patsy if you want," she said. Her cunt contracted wildly at the erotic thought.

Drunk with passion, Ray groaned. Gretchen's hips rotated, keeping up the friction of his buried cock and her own cunt. "The four of us can have a party together." The talk was getting her hotter, much hotter. "I didn't get to see you fuck her. I'm dying to watch."

Ray mangled her tits. The nipples burned into his palms. "Maybe you and Patsy can make it together while Tony and I watch." His blood was boiling.

"Mmmm, I'd like to eat my sister." She kept quiet about Roger and his secretary. Another time she would tell him. "We can have a ball."

Visions of Gretchen's idea bombarded his brain. He lunged up, jabbing her oozing pussy. It was wild!

In a super feat of strength, fed by his lust, he pulled her down and rolled, ending up on top, his prick deep, his arms stiff, his eyes burning into her face. "We're gonna have a blast." He jammed hard. "Will you be jealous?"

She lunged back, ground her clit into him. "No, will you?"

"Not as long as we know it's only in fun." He slammed into her and she moaned.

"I only want you." She raked his arms and settled into the fantastic fuck. She absorbed his pounding. She ground her clit into his hard driving groin, whimpering in ecstasy.

Driven by his passion and the knowledge of what they would eventually do, Ray became a madman. "What if they don't agree?" he groaned, between hard pumps.

"We'll find others." She lashed her body into his with wild abandonment.

The talking was finished. Their bodies met in passion. Hard slamming jabs, upward lunges, each was trying to please, each lost in the fantasy of the future and the lust it had created. The bed groaned under the fury of their whacking frames. Their moans and howls of pleasure filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in their skulls.

Ray leered into her face. "I'm there," he growled hoarsely. "I'm gonna blast your cunt."

"Fill me my darling. Cream my fucking cunt."

She battered her body into his, tits floundering, nipples swelling, ready to bust open. Her cunt felt like it was on tire. Rotating her hips, she climbed steadily to the peak, trembling in joy as it reached out for her.

Ray slammed, pounded her into the mattress, his strength overwhelming. His prick swelled, his nuts ached. It wouldn't be long now. His furious jabs turned Gretchen into a screaming demon.

It had been a long time since they had fucked with suck fury, such passion.

Gretchen caught his pace. Her eyes dilated, bulged as her mouth opened. "I'm cuming!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "I'm cuming!" Her cunt exploded. Hot pussy-cream flooded her cunt, milking Ray's cock.

He skewered her pussy, the juices making it easy to plow in and out at fantastic speed. His prick throbbed in her stormy cunt, the muscles tugging, urging him to join her in bliss.

He did. His balls erupted and a thick river of jizz shot through his cock and into her pulsating pussy. He roared, his head jerking back, his back stiffening.

"I'm cuming," he shouted. His hips became a blurring machine, driving, pounding, stabbing his exploding cock into the squishy heat of her cunt.

"More! More!" She felt his hot load empty inside her body. It triggered another violent explosion in her pussy and she climaxed again. Another series of orgasms blew her mind and devastated her body.

Their wet, slick bodies lashed at each other. The fire of the lust was fanned with each smacking contact. Their orgasms were superb. Ray dropped, his hips jerking, his chest crushing her tits. He held her tight, riding her fast, taking them both higher.

Gretchen clamped her mouth to his neck and screamed as she sank her teeth into his neck. Her cunt was raw, painfully sore. The friction made her reel.

"Ray! Ray!"

"Baby! Baby!" His cock spewed.

Her cunt overflowed Gretchen curled, her legs, digging into his back. She humped, twisted, bucked for an eternity, then shuddered as the end loomed up in front of her. She clung to him, dizzy, whimpering words of love.

Ray followed her down. His balls were empty. He grunted, buried his face in her neck.

They held each other. It had been fantastic! His prick became limp. Her cunt pulsed, hating for it to end.

He rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and thought about what they had said in the heat of their passion.

"Have you changed your mind?" she whispered.

"No. Have you?"

She cuddled. "We'll try it for a while." She kissed him. "I love you."

He held her in his arms. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Looking forward to what?" Patsy asked, coming to the bedroom with Tony. She giggled. "You both look exhausted."

Gretchen lifted her head. "We decided since we're all fucking one another, it might be more fun if we did it together."

"Tony and I decided the same thing." She began to strip off her clothes.

Later that night, Gretchen and Ray climbed the stairs. They had begun a new chapter in their marriage, a new and exciting chapter.