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CHAPTER TWO

It was five minutes to midnight when Fred Holden heard his wife come through the front door of their apartment. He was lying in bed waiting for her, the sheet pulled up over his nude body. Down between his legs, his cock was still hard and ready for action.

He had done everything he could to make sure that it was in an excited state. After the scene in the Holloway's apartment had ended, he had dug out some pornographic magazines from the closet, perusing them closely and keeping his mind on purely erotic things. His hand, too, had helped, as he'd caressed the hardened shaft just enough to keep it hard. He was determined that Evelyn would know, beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was a virile man. He just had to show her who was the man in their family!

Walking silently on bare feet, Evelyn came into their bedroom, hoping that her husband would be asleep. She had stayed longer at the Holloway's than she had intended, but she had rehearsed an alibi line that she was sure sounded plausible.

As she opened the door, she saw that the dim, bedside light was still on, and that Fred was in bed already. He sat upright.

"Where the hell have you been?" his voice fairly crackled.

"Oh," she trilled lightly, "I didn't know you were awake, darling…"

"I asked you where you've been, darling!"

"Well, if you must know… I was downstairs, at the Holloway's. Thelma was having some trouble with a needlepoint design she's doing… and I was helping her on…" Evelyn recited, telling just enough of the truth to make it plausible.

"Very domestic!" Fred grated. "… But you're lying… because I saw you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Evelyn challenged, holding her ground.

"Just this, God damn it!" He leaped from the bed and reached her in two steps. Grabbing his wife's arm in a vise-like grip, he forced her over to the bedroom window. "Look down there!"

"Wh-Where…?" Evelyn was a little frightened, now.

"Down to the right!" His other hand entangled in her long, black hair, forcing her to look in the direction he indicated. "Anything interesting in the Holloway's bedroom…?"

Horror-stricken, Evelyn found herself looking down at Thelma Holloway stretched out, nude, on the bed she had just occupied with them both only minutes before. The brown-haired woman's body lay supine, her legs spread out at an obscene angle, and she was talking to her husband, Vince, hidden from her view in another part of the bedroom. My God! He knows! Of course, what Thelma was saying couldn't be heard.

"She must be talking about you!" Fred grunted. "Probably saying something about having you over again sometime… to help with the needlepoint work!"

Twisting her head around to look at her husband, Evelyn wailed, "Let me go! You don't understand!"

"Are you denying that you weren't down there… on that bed with both of them… getting fucked, like a bitch in heat… and eating her cunt… at the same time…?" He made the question an accusation, a statement of irrefutable fact.

At that moment, the large, rawboned figure of Vince Holloway loomed in front of the window in the apartment below, naked like his wife, Thelma, the long, thick stiffness of another growing erection plainly evident, as he reached for the pull cord and shut the drapes, effectively cutting off the view into their bedroom.

Fred pulled his trembling, emotion-ridden wife away from the window and releasing his grip on her hair reached over and closed the curtains of their bedroom. Evelyn turned toward him, her face drained of color, and she was aware, for the first time, that her husband was naked. Spearing out from his muscular, hair-covered loins was the unmistakable evidence of arousal. His penis stood out hard, rampant and throbbing, and her eyes swept down to it, widening in surprise as she saw its fiery, blood-engorged head, pulsing with his heartbeat. Its thick length stood up at an acute angle, almost parallel to his abdomen.

Looking back up at his face, she saw his lewd smirk of satisfaction. "What do you think about that… darling wife…? And, how'd you like to be fucked by me… your husband, for a change?"

Instantly, the fear in her eyes was replaced by a building interest, and she said a little prayer of thanksgiving. Thank God! He's not going to beat me…!

With a lewd, little smile of her own trembling across her sensuous lips, she asked, "Did it make you all hot… watching us, down there…?"

"Then, you admit it?"

"It'd be hard not to," she told him levelly. "Please, let me go, Fred? You're hurting my arm!"

He let her go, mumbling an automatic, "Sorry…"

She came close to him, her loins grinding into the hardened shaft of his cock. Feeling it hot and hard through the thin layers of her clothing, she raised her lips up to him to be kissed. He didn't put his arms around her; neither did he try to kiss her.

"I thought you wanted to…?"

"Fuck you?" he growled.

"Yes…"

"I do… and I will!"

Fred pushed his wife back away from him, his hand lashing out to grasp the low-cut neckline of her blouse.

Evelyn gasped, "No!" She realized instantly his intent.

"My way!" he grated, giving a tremendous yank that ripped her blouse all the way to her waist, the buttons flipping off and flying in all directions.

Again, real terror knifed through her. She backed away from him, looking down at her ruined blouse, her eyes brimming with tears. "God, no, Fred! Please…?" she whined. He's acting like a maniac!

With grim determination Fred methodically ripped the rest of her thin blouse from her and tossed the shreds of it away. Her filmy bra was next; one hard pull at the point where the cups joined divided it into two useless parts, her freed breasts popping out to soar naked and white, the cool air of the room washing over their soft, warm and firmly pliant orbs.

Then Fred pulled the straps of her bra from her arms and stood back to admire his handiwork. Her breasts stood out, moundingly, the satin-like skin of them glowing alabaster-white in the soft light of their bedroom, and he saw that her nipples were elongating prettily, the areolas wrinkling up around the bases of the rapidly hardening berry-like paps.

His aim was to debase and humiliate his wife as much as possible, and he was off to a good start. One of his groping hands found the hardened shaft of his aching cock, and he grasped it hard, as with lewdly smiling eyes, he asked, "What do you think I'm going to do with this?"

"Oh, God, darling… I-I don't know…" Evelyn cried miserably. "Rape me… I suppose…" God! I've got to do something! Any thing!

Suddenly, she was on her knees before him, her hands reaching out, tremblingly toward his throbbing cock, her mouth working tremulously, as she murmured, "Let me…"

Putting both hands on her shoulders, her husband pushed her back, until she was sitting on her heels.

"Let you what…? Suck me off?" he grunted, denying even to himself that he would have loved for her to do just that, but he had other plans… for her! "Not on your life! That'd be too easy!"

Evelyn was confused and she felt his rebuff sharply. "I just wanted to give you…" she began.

"You mean you wanted to side-track me!" he roared.

"No, please, Fred… I just wanted to make everything all right… again!"

"Listen, bitch… you've made fun of me for the last time… because I couldn't get a hard-on… some of the time!"

"I didn't mean to… do that…"

"But, you did, God damn it! You thought I was impotent! Well… take a good look at my cock! Does that look like I can't do anything?"

"It's just… beautiful…!" she breathed, her hands going out, again, in an attempt to touch it, fondle it – and just maybe – get to kiss it and suck it for a little while.

"Don't touch it!" Fred Holden warned.

"… But, why, darling…? I love you… and I want to…" Her hands dropped down into her lap, and she looked up at him imploringly.

"Love me…? Ha! That's a good one! Is that why you were down there with the Holloway's, acting like a cheap, little whore?"

"No… please, believe me… I was doing it… because I couldn't help myself. I needed it!"

"Well, they say confession's good for the soul!" he remarked.

"… But, that doesn't mean, I love you less…"

"I saw you being fucked!"

"That's just sex… nothing else!" she sobbed. "You know I… can't do without it! I've got to have it regularly… just like eating and breathing…" Then, looking down at the floor, she went on, "And, I wasn't getting enough… from…"

"Okay! I wasn't fucking you enough! That's what you're saying! I'll buy that… and I want to tell you something I figured out, just this evening!"

"What's that…?" his wife looked up eagerly into his face.

"I found out that I can't get it up… because you're too God damned eager for it!"

"You mean… I'm too aggressive…?"

"That's it! You don't let me start the action!"

"Oh, God… I didn't realize…"

"So, from now on, I'm the one who's going to do the seducing… and the chasing… and I'm going to do the fucking… understand…?"

His hands were under her armpits lifting her to her feet. She hadn't answered, and he repeated his question, giving her a shake, "God damn it! Do you understand, Evelyn?"

She understood him clearly. God! It was a horrible mistake! "Yes, darling… I-I do understand…" she managed, a keening thrill going through her, as she tried to imagine what it would be like… with her playing the part of a demure, shyly retiring wife, waiting for her Lord and Master to seduce her, instead of the other way around. "I understand…"

"Good! Because, I'm going to make you pay for tonight's little escapade!"

"Are you going to… fuck me, now…?" Evelyn asked, a tone of resignation in her voice.

"I sure as hell am!"

Now, she was eager and ready for it, but she didn't want to let him know that, in the light of her new-found knowledge. She wanted it… wanted her husband's massive prick pounding in and out of her cunt. A little smile of expectant anticipation lifted the corners of her lips, and she brushed tears away from her smoky, hazel eyes.

"Then, take me, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me… any way you want to!" She began drifting sultrily toward their bed.

"You bet I'll fuck you the way I want to!" he grated, a sadistic grin splitting his face, lewdly. "How would you like to be fucked in the ass?"

Evelyn turned on him cat-like. "No!" she gasped. "God, no!" He's crazy!

The shock was intended. Actually, he had toyed with the idea and discarded it. Later, maybe… Right then, his intent was different.

Roughly, he pushed her down onto the bed, and as she sprawled backward, supine, her skirt riding up her lovely, tapered, white thighs, he saw the jet-black triangle of her pubic hair. She had not worn her panties home. He stared for a moment, new rage burning in him, as he remembered how Vince Holloway had been plunging his thick, lengthy cock's shaft in and out of her cunt, just minutes ago. Christ! His cum's still up inside her! He wasn't interested in fucking her in the cunt… just then. Anyway, he wasn't sure he could… with the other man's semen still pudding in her. Damn! It's kind of sickening!

Then, with both hands he grabbed his wife's ankles and swung her around straight in the bed. Deliberately, he reached out and pulled her skirt down to cover up her loins.

Dry-eyed, now, Evelyn watched him, and she was completely confused. What's he going to do? He doesn't want me… to use my mouth… and he's covering me up… down there… God! "What do you want me… to do, Fred, darling…?" she queried. "Shall I take off the rest of my clothes…?"

Holden was crawling up on the bed now, his eyes locked onto the twin peaks of her softly mounding breasts; then, kneeling above her, he threw a leg over her body, straddling her waist. "No… you're stripped enough, already!"

Avidly, his hands dug into the satin-smooth flesh of her white, full-mooned breasts, his fingers massaging them cruelly.

Beneath him, Evelyn looked up at him beseechingly and moaned, "You're hurting me!"

"You're damned lucky I'm not beating the hell out of you!" he spat down at-her.

Her eyes widened. "You… wouldn't…?"

"I thought about it!"

"What are you… going to do… to me…?"

"This!"

Fred spat saliva into the palm of his hand and smeared it on the head of his blood-engorged cock. Reaching down, then, he took both her hands in his and placed them on either side of a quivering breast. "Hold your tits up, like that… and push them close together!" he instructed, leering down at her sadistically.

She knew instantly what he intended and tried to pull her hands free of his strong-fingered grip.

"Oh, God, Fred… that's no better than…" she began whiningly.

"No better than jacking-off…? You're right! I'm going to have my fun while you watch me… same as I watched you… being fucked by Vince Holloway!"

"… But, there's nothing in it… for me!"

"I know… and that's the way I want it!"

Holding her hands in place to push up and close the space between her lovely, white breasts, he moved forward to thrust the head of his cock into the tight, fleshy channel they made.

"Now, hold those luscious tits of yours just like that!" he ground out at her, taking his hands away to place them flat on the bed, supporting himself on muscular arms above her, as he began to saw the pulsing shaft of his cock in and out in a fucking motion.

Evelyn was dismayed, but she obeyed him, pressing her full-mounded and now tingling breasts up to form the substitute sex channel between them. She felt the humiliation and debasement of it keenly… But, I suppose it's better than having my eyes blackened… or being sodomized, like he threatened. Of course, she had known that she was playing with dynamite… when she had agreed to make love to Vince, but she had not reckoned with Thelma Holloway. The statuesque blonde had insisted on making it a trio… had actually made most of the seductive overtures. Evelyn shivered with the memory of what it had been like with Thelma. God! Such delicious sensations!

She tried to feel some guilt about what she had done, but it came out more like the child, who caught with his hands in the cookie jar, is more chagrined with being caught in the act than suffering guilt for stealing the goodies. I just had to do it… because I really thought Fred couldn't do it often enough… to keep me satisfied! Had she searched deeper into herself, she may have discovered, perhaps, that no one man could satisfy her. There are women like that. Evelyn was probably one of them.

Feeling the warmly throbbing shaft of her husband's prick sliding in and out between her breasts, she became aware of a tingling thrill coursing through the soft mounds of flesh, and unconsciously her hands began to knead them closer around the plunging shaft of his cock. It was a new and different sensation; one she had never before experienced. He wants me to feel put down… and I suppose that I deserve it!

… But, the humiliation he wanted her to feel; indeed, what she did feel for a few moments, was rapidly being dispelled, to be replaced with a glowing arousal. She could feel it spreading down through her belly, igniting a banked fire in her loins. God! I'm getting hot! Maybe she could… but it was too much to hope for. Looking up into her husband's face, she saw that he was totally involved, his face hanging slack, his eyes glazed with passion, and she knew that it would be over for him in just a few moments. Maybe later… I could work on him… get him hard, again, and get him to fuck me… for real…

Straddling his wife's trembling torso and wantonly shoving his hard, demanding cock in and out of the soft tunnel of flesh between her luscious breasts, Fred Holden felt the tightening and relaxing around his throbbing length caused by her kneading hands on them. He knew that he was going to cum any second, now and that what he was doing was little better than a sophisticated masturbation; however, it was the only way he knew to humiliate and debase her.

"I'm going to cum… in just a little while," he grunted down at her, "and I'm going to let it shoot all over you!"

"All right… darling… if that's what you want…" Evelyn murmured.

"Damn right… that's what I want! I want you to feel dirty!"

… Then, he felt the searing burn of his semen as it began its hosing journey through the tube of his hardened prick. He was cumming! It spurted from the slitted tip of his cock to splash white and hot on her chest and in the hollow of her neck. "AAaagh!" he grunted. "There, bitch! How do you like that… from your impotent husband…?"

What could she answer? There wasn't anything to say. He had done it… and there was only one thing she could do: take a shower and clean herself up. There was that feeling of being half aroused, and she could do something about that… later.

Panting for breath, Fred held himself in position above his wife, until she began to squirm beneath him in an attempt to free herself from his pinning body.

"Let me up, now…" Evelyn whined pleadingly, "I've got to take a shower!"

"Yeah… okay…" he agreed, flopping over to his side, as she wriggled free and hopped off the bed, heading for the bathroom. He stopped her with a restraining hand. "And while you're at it… get yourself clean… inside and out!"

She questioned him with her eyes.

"Maybe we can both have some fun… later…" he promised.

"God, Fred… I was hoping you'd say that!" his wife smiled with relief.

"… And, much later on… we've got to do some serious talking!" Fred smiled meaningfully.

"About… me…?"

"About us!"

He released her arm and giving her an affectionate slap on the buttocks, said, "Go ahead and get cleaned up… and I might even let you suck me for a little while!"

Evelyn hurried, feeling a rising excitement glowing in her, secure in the knowledge that tonight she would have a real hot-blooded husband… for a change, and on reflection as she stepped into the shower, she was glad for that change.