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CHAPTER SIX

Jay drove rapidly along the freeways toward Santa Monica and home. It would be too late for dinner at home, so he stopped for a quick bite along the way. He hadn't spent much time at home the last few days, but tonight, he was determined to spend the whole evening-and night, too-with Betty. Maybe, we can start working things out, now… and right after I finish up this thing for Arnie… we'll take that vacation… together!

Betty's little, foreign car wasn't in the garage, when he parked. His natural thought was that she was out shopping, or visiting with one of her women friends.

His wife wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. Walking back to the bedroom wing, he looked into their bedroom and found it a shambles.

"What the hell…?" He looked around, dumbfounded, realizing that most of Betty's things were missing. Christ! She's left me! He slumped down on the edge of the bed… drained, an empty shell. His first thoughts were bitter… almost paranoid. What made her leave? What did I do… to make her leave? Sure! I'm not home regular… but I'm out busting my ass to earn a living… a damn good one, too! Is there another man…?

Finally, disconsolate, his mind in a chaotic whirl, he went out into the living room to get a good stiff drink. He mixed a triple… with a dash of water and a couple of ice cubes.

Then, he found Betty's note, by the telephone. He picked it up and fortified himself with a gulp of his drink, before he read:

Jay,

I'm leaving! You don't seem to need me… or want me. I found out where, today! How many other days… and nights have you spent with women… like that girl named Carla? I've got to think; that's why I'm leaving. Right now, all I can think about is how badly you've hurt me, and I need time to decide whether or not we should try, again… or get a divorce.

Betty

Divorce!? God damn! She's really… thinking about a divorce… and she doesn't even know why I went to see Carla Reynolds…! But, how in hell did she find out where I was?

His own scribbled note was lying under Betty's note. He picked it up, read it and figured his wife must have called Carla's number. There's no telling what that little bitch might have told her! Looking at the scrap of paper, he remembered that he had put it in his shirt pocket… And, she found it… and made a federal case out of it, practically… or anyway… she's working on a divorce case… ours!

… And, there was no way of knowing where she might have gone… no way of getting in touch with her… to explain… try to make her understand… that Carla meant nothing more than a source of information… a part of his job.

Jay was sure that he loved his wife. Now… I've lost her! Then, he proceeded to sit there… slugging down one drink after the other, until alcoholic oblivion overcame him.

The insistent ringing of the telephone awakened him finally at ten o'clock the following morning. He struggled to the desk and picked up the handset.

"Yeah…?" he said thickly.

"Mr. Ballard… this is Karen. Mr. Pearson has been calling you. He insisted that you told him to call…"

"What…? Oh, yeah… I did…" he mumbled. "Tell the operator… to put him through to my home phone… Okay…?"

"All right, Mr. Ballard," his secretary said.

"Jay! Just call me Jay… Karen! By the way what time is it?"

"It's ten-oh-five… Jay," Miss Forrester said sweetly.

"Thanks… and I'll wait here for Arnie Pearson's call!"

He was fully awake ten minutes later, when Arnie called again.

"Joan told me you wanted to talk to me, Jay…"

"I do! Now, listen carefully! I know it's Ramsey… for sure! He's got two bird dogs out! One's a guy by the name of Jack Stearns. The other's named Pratt!"

"Yeah, I know Ollie Pratt. He used to be a fighter a few years back," Arnie said. "He was following me the last two days… and last night I put him out of commission!"

"What happened?" Ballard inquired.

Quickly, Arnie filled him in, with a few laconic details.

Jay added his own experience. "… And, Stearns tried to run me down with his car!"

"They're wanting to play rough, now… eh?"

"Yes! Now, there's a new development… I can't tell you about… but it makes me believe that the next step… is to get you… either to cripple you… make sure you won't be fighting… or… try to kill you!"

"They wouldn't go… that far?!"

"Don't bet on it!" Jay snapped. "They haven't located your new apartment, yet… and you're too big a target… when they do… so I want you to drop out of sight. Pack a minimum of things and meet me at my office in forty-five minutes!"

"You serious?" Arnie questioned. "What about my wife?"

"Don't tell her where you're going! The less she knows the better… and she'll be safe where she is… because now, it's you they're after! If you're in a hospital… or a morgue, you'll be no threat to Ramsey… and his plan to clean up on the next Championship fight!"

"Where'll I be going?"

"To a little cabin I've got… up in the mountains!"

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Betty Ballard didn't really like to drink, but she had just poured the third martini for herself, determined to get drunk… falling down drunk, for the first time in her life. Tomorrow… after she sobered up, she'd start thinking about what she would do… try to make a decision as to what she would do… go back to Jay and try, again… or file for divorce. Right then, divorce was the obvious solution… Except… that I think I do love him! If only… I hadn't been so snoopy and found out about th-that cheap little whore… h-he was with!

Letting himself in with the key that Jay had given him, Arnie Pearson carried in his single, light suitcase, set it down, locked the door and turned around to see a blonde vision of loveliness struggling to her feet from the divan where she had been sitting.

"Who are you…?" she snapped. "… And where'd you get a key… to get in here?"

Arnie was surprised. Jay had told him the place would be empty. "I'm sorry… I thought the place was vacant…" Arnie began.

"Well… it isn't… as you can see! I'm here!" Betty told him. "So… you can leave, now!"

"Let me explain… I'm Arnie Pearson… and Jay Ballard, who owns this place sent me up here to stay… for a while!"

"… And, I'm Betty Ballard, Jay's wife… and I say you can't stay here!" She swayed toward him unsteadily. "So, get out!"

Arnie knew then that she had been drinking. Curious, he asked, "Does Jay know you're here?"

"No! I've left him!" She sat back down, as tears welled into her deep blue eyes.

For a moment, the big boxer stood there, undecided, not knowing what to say… or do.

"I-If there's… anything I can do…?" he fumbled.

"There's nothing… a-anybody can do!" she sobbed.

"If… I knew why… maybe I could talk to him…" Arnie offered.

"You'd never understand!"

"Why don't you try me… Mrs. Ballard…" he soothed. "Sometimes talking about things… makes them easier…"

"I'm too miserable… about it all!" she sniffled.

"I'll listen… if you want to talk, Betty…"

… And suddenly, Betty felt as though she wanted to tell this big stranger her troubles. He seemed to be so concerned… and he was a friend of Jay's… And, maybe he could help… by talking to Jay… and letting him know how I-I feel…

"A-All right… I'll tell you…" Betty sniffled. "Drink…?"

"Okay… I'll have a drink with you…" he agreed. "Whiskey."

She arose uncertainly and made her way to the portable bar, where she made a bourbon and water for him; then, turning she brought it back across the room. Arnie saw her sway and lose her balance. Instantly, he was there to catch her. He took the drink from her, and she was in the circle of his arms, leaning against his broad, heavily muscled chest.

"Oh, I'm… s-so woozy…"

He helped her to the couch, and he couldn't help noticing the luscious curves of her body. He tingled where she had leaned against him, and he felt that sudden surge of pounding blood into his loins, erecting his penis to vibrantly throbbing life. Damn! She's some woman! I could really go for her… but Christ… she's Jay's wife!

… Then, she was talking, telling him of her suspicions that Jay had been unfaithful to her… that she knew she wasn't the best kind of wife… in bed… But, I was going to try to learn some of those things… he wanted me to do… if they'd make him happier… and keep him from… going t-to… other women!

"Such as…?" he asked.

"Oh… you know… different positions… and things with your m-mouth…"

"I see…"

"… But, now… I'll never get the chance!"

She dissolved into tears again, and she leaned against him for comfort. His arms went around her, and he stroked her soft, honey-gold hair gently, lightly; then, he caressed and stroked the satin-smooth skin of her shoulder, her upper arm, while below, his balls began to ache as his scrotum crawled and pulled them up tight into his crotch. His pulsating cock jerked involuntarily. It'd be taking advantage of her… I guess. She's had several drinks… but she's so upset… and in need of affection… it wouldn't take much… to get her into the sack…! And… from what she's saying… Jay hasn't been fucking her… the last seven days! Christ… it'd be easy…

It felt so good to be enfolded in his strong arms… to be babied a little… to know he was listening… was interested in what she said, and she needed it… wanted his gentle, understanding warmth.

"I guess… what really bothers me… is that he was… w-with a… cheap little… wh-whore!"

"Brooding on it won't help! You'll just have to forget about it… even if it's true that a lot of those women… really know how to turn a man on," he told her. "They know all the tricks… licking and sucking… until he's hard as a rock…"

Arnie could feel the firmness of her mounding, warm breast, pressing against his chest, the nipple of it standing hard and erect where it poked into him through his shirt. She's getting hot! Hell… maybe I should try to fuck her… especially if she's starting to feel like it!

Despite her wrought up condition, her tears and the alcohol she had drunk, Betty held some images in her mind: Jay's warm, hugely throbbing cock… in her mouth… and in her imagination she was actually doing it; the other scene was a reversal. Her husband's long, moist tongue… was there, down between her legs, licking and sucking her there… and she was responding to it. Dimly, she wondered: Could I do it easier… if I had a few drinks first…?

She felt soothed, being there in Arnie's arms… and she didn't want to think about her troubles. If she could just get Jay back… she knew they'd be able to work things out, but right now… it was so nice to talk to Arnie… to feel so serene… so protected there, in the snug cabin…

Strangely, as she thought about making love to Jay, in those new ways, she began to feel a tingling excitement, deep in her belly, and down there between her thighs, she felt the viscous droplets of lubrication exuded from her vagina's mouth. It was moistening her panties, and she could feel herself getting all warm. It was unexpected… but not unwelcome. Heavens! Imagine… I'm getting all aroused… just from thinking about what Jay… and I… will d-do… to each other… when we're together, again! She began to move her thighs uncomfortably, opening and closing them almost imperceptibly, in a gathering rhythm of sexual arousal. Her nipples were getting hard and erect… and she knew she'd have to put a stop to those lewd feelings. After all, Arnie wasn't her husband. She wouldn't think of doing anything… with another man…! But, he was so male… so close, and too exciting!

Arnie felt the trembling excitement in her body, as he held her close, realizing that her sobbing misery was being replaced by a building sensuality.

With a little more boldness, now, he continued to caress her shoulder, letting his hand slip down gently along the length of her arm. There were no more tears, although her face was still buried in his chest; he sensed a quickening change in her breathing.

Then, as one treats a wild animal, taming it by careful handling, becoming more and more intimate with it, until its trust is strengthened to the point where it comes to cuddle in your arms, he brought his hand up, sliding it up along her back, teasing along the ridge of her spine, then down, again, and down, almost to the protruding curve of her buttocks.

Betty's breath was coming faster now. He felt it warm and humid against his chest, through the material of his shirt. Damn! Now's the time to move in on her!

Bringing his hand up to her shoulder again, he casually allowed it to slide down to press in against the swelling mound of her breast, kneading and massaging the resiliently smooth flesh through her dress and bra. She gasped and her body stiffened convulsively, but she said nothing… made no move to pull away from him.

Husky-voiced, Arnie whispered in her ear, "Of course… there's another thing… You could bring Jay up short… by letting him know… he's working a two-way street! It's the old story… of the goose and the gander…"

His thumb kept brushing across the hardened bud of her nipple, tauntingly, his own heart pounding with excitement as he wondered whether or not she would buy that story. Below, the achingly hardened shaft of his cock leaped, jerkingly, in a bid to escape from his imprisoning shorts and trousers.

It felt so good to have his hand on her breast… but there was something wrong. He was suggesting that she… do the same thing Jay had done… She'd have to stop him… before things got out of hand. Something could happen…

"You could get even… with him. Turnabout's only fair… isn't it…?" Arnie breathed into her ear.

Turnabout? What's good for the gander is good… for the goose…? Two-way street…? Get even… with Jay…? She had been hurt… badly! He was with… a little two-bit whore!

Could she make him suffer, too, the same way she had suffered? Did she dare take another man… as a lover, just to hurt him… show him that all was fair? Oh, God… I don't know!

Deftly, Arnie unbuttoned the top button of her dress, and his hand wormed its way inside, the warm palm of his hand trailing a tingling path along the smooth skin of her chest, down into the deep vee of her bra to the velvety, soft pliancy of a naked breast. Down below, her hips squirmed, as slashingly powerful sex sensations charged her loins… and she knew! I'll dare to do it…! And, it'll teach Jay… a lesson!

Her lips lifted expectantly, and Arnie captured them moistly, his tongue snaking into her mouth to savor the sweetness of her, while she turned her body to him, clinging close, while her hand went up to press against the back of his head, welding their mouths together with the heat of their passion. Inside her bra, he rolled the distended cone of a hardened nipple to excite it to even greater erection. Now, her tongue parried his, until finally, it burst through into his mouth, and tiny mewling sounds issued from deep in her throat.

Jubilant triumph was Arnie's. She was all his… and he was going to fuck Jay Ballard's hot little wife… like she'd never been fucked before!

Confidently now, he took his hand away from her breasts and let it glide unerringly to her bare thigh, sliding up along it's curvaceous taper, along the softly smooth inner-side, upward to the pulsating warmth of her nylon-covered pussy, where he pushed a finger into the moist furrow and rubbed gently, up and down, through the thin material of her panties.

Undulating up against his rummaging hand, her hips ground counteringly, and he pushed the leg-band of her wispy panties aside, parting the softly resilient pubic down to slip his finger into the moist, trembling passage of Betty's suddenly warmly quivering little cuntal lips.

He teased, caressingly, at the hardened bud of her clitoris, reveling in the feel of her soft, elastic-like pussy mouth and feeling the vibrant arousal in her lusciously voluptuous body.

Betty recoiled violently at the searing contact of his hand against the nakedness of her lust-incited cunt. She groaned, as she realized that this was for real… that he was really going to… go ahead and… do it… to her. Oh, God, no! It's wrong! It's still adultery… and I really do love my h-husband! I'll have to make him stop it… n-now!

… But, it was too late! She couldn't stop it… stop him… or herself. She was already too far gone! There was no way she could pull herself away from him, now. His hand on her cunt was driving her wild, and his tongue in her mouth was so sexy. His hand on her body was like little electric shocks. God! She wanted. She needed… And dimly through the dizzying fumes of the alcohol in her brain, she knew it was too late…

Arnie knew that she was fighting against herself. She's hot to trot… but she's still got that Puritan hang-up… that won't let go! He whispered in her ear, "Don't fight it, Baby! It's time you broke loose… and started enjoying yourself… too!"

It seemed to be so logical… so right, to her, in her confused state of mind. "Yes… that's right…! And, I'll make him pay… f-for what he's done!"

Arnie needed no more encouragement. It was smooth sailing from there on in, and he'd make the most of it. His middle finger still teased at her naked clitoris, and he recaptured her mouth to lash his tongue in and out of her warmly moist oral cavern suggestively; then, hovering over her partially reclining body, he pushed her dress up, bunching it at the waist, and looking down at her lewdly, he said, "I'm going to strip you naked, now!"

For answer, she mutely, eloquently, lifted her hips up as he reached up to slide her filmy, nylon panties down over the lovely white taper of her trembling thighs, revealing the petal-like softness of her golden, hair-lined furrow to his lewdly salacious gaze. What a gorgeous little cunt!

Then, Betty was struggling with her dress. He helped her, unbuttoning it and pulling it up over her head, and tossing it aside. Her bra followed, and she was completely nude. Leaning back he drank in the loveliness of her body with a triumphant grin, while below, his pulsating cock lurched wildly against the confines of his clothing.

Off to the side, in front of the fireplace, he had noticed a large bearskin rug. Impulsively, he took her by the hands, raising her to her feet, and led her, unresistingly to the rug, where she lay down on it, dragging him down with her.

Gathering spasmodic jolts of sensual pleasure rippled through her as Arnie's warmly caressing hands closed over her sensitive, swelling breasts, and she heard his gasp of delight at their mounding firmness and satin-like, smooth pliancy.

Then, his mouth followed to engulf one of her hard, distended, berry-like paps, while one of his hands still fondled its twin, his fingers rolling the spiked-out bud, maddeningly. Oh, that feels sooooo good! She groaned, while beneath her, her hips began a grindingly undulant rhythm. Her eyes closed, as she reveled in the sensuous feel of his hands and mouth.

For a moment or two, his hands and mouth left her, and she felt disappointment, but she was dimly aware of the rustle of clothing. He's undressing… making himself naked, too! She clenched her eyelids tighter. I don't want to look!

"You might as well open your eyes… and look at me… Betty… because I'm going to fuck you with it!"

Betty Ballard's eyes fluttered open, slowly; Arnie was kneeling there, his big, heavily-muscled body solidly substantial. Her eyes flicked over his body appreciatively, then her gaze zeroed in on the bulky length of his throbbingly hardened penis spearing out from his powerful loins. With an involuntary gasp, she tried to imagine that massively bloated thing burrowing deep into the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina. My God… I-It'd be impossible… without tearing me apart! A shiver of fear raced through her.

She watched, mesmerized, as he gripped the swollen shaft of his cock and asked lewdly, "Do you think this'll do something for you?"

"Oh, God… I-I couldn't take… all of that… up inside of me!" she managed.

"Don't worry… Baby… when you're ready to take it… you'll take all of it… with no trouble!"

Arnie stretched out beside her, and his mouth dipped down, again, to a quivering, white breast. She mewled softly as he took one, then the other of her nipples into the moist warmth of his mouth to lick and suck, his teeth nibbling them gently… until she wanted to scream with the ecstasy of the exquisite sensations surging through her body.

His head began to move lower, trailing moist kisses down between her passion-swollen breasts, down her soft, flat belly to her navel, where he paused to tease the tiny depression; then… on downward to her abdomen… until she felt the humid warmth of his breath on the soft, curling, golden fleece of her pubic hair. Suddenly, she realized, with a start, what he was going to do… what his true goal was!

… And, she was revulsed. I-It's sickening! She was remembering Jay's lewd suggestions… and the many times she had thwarted his attempts to do that!

Frantically, she reached down to grasp the huge boxer's head, in an effort to keep him from doing it. "N-No! Please? Don't d-do… that…!"

Arnie, kneeling between her soft, widespread thighs, now, would not be dissuaded.

"You want to learn all about it… don't you, Baby… because that's how you're going to get Jay back… and keep him coming back!"

Again, his words seemed so right. Yes! That's what I-I… want! She trembled with a wanton desire she had never known. Somehow, then, the degradation, the humiliation, shame, fear, guilt… and disgust didn't seem to matter. The intense, flaming desire to know… to experience… to enjoy leaped into the saddle to lead her wild charge into the unknown, as she felt herself aroused insanely… to a spiraling degree she had never known.

"Yes! Yessss! Arnie! D-Do it t-to me! Use your m-mouth… and tongue… and lick me! Suck me… there! Everything!"

Moaning his desire, as she surrendered everything to him, he wedged his head down between her quivering thighs, his lips making electric contact with the moist softness of her vagina's mouth, and his long, agile and voracious tongue darted out to plunge sinuously deep into her cuntal passage. His strong hands pressed hard against the soft, inner sides of her lovely, tapering thighs to spread them even wider apart.

"OOOooooh!" Betty moaned, as her hips ground up against his face, her body spasming with lewd sensuality. His tongue lashed into her like a substitute cock. Claw-like her hands reached out to his head, grasping his hair, to pull him into closer contact with her lust-incited loins. Oh, that feels so gooooood!

Arnie's hands slid up over her belly to the rounded firmness of her tits again, cupping and squeezing them with brutal force, while below, he withdrew his tongue from her vaginal orifice and pressured up through her pink cunt-flesh to locate the erectile bud of her pulsating clitoris.

She whined agonizingly as he captured the tiny, throbbing phallus between his teeth, holding it lightly, while the tip of his tongue teased it in maddening little circles.

… And, now, her head began to flail from side to side, in wanton abandon, her golden tresses becoming totally disarrayed, as he moved downward, again, to the moistly searing opening of her hotly clasping vaginal tunnel and began to plunge his stiffened tongue in and out of her in regular tempo. He listened to her with lewd satisfaction, as mewling whimpers cascaded unintelligibly from her agonized lips.

Never letting up for a moment, he swirled and flicked his tongue around the velvety insides of her cuntal passage, tantalizingly, then slipped his hands under her thighs, lifting them up until they were draped over his shoulders, presenting the whole of her naked loins to him, as he cupped the resilient, white softness of a full-rounded buttock in either hand, his fingers digging in, cruelly, until her flesh ridged through his fingers.

Unceasingly, now, moans of ecstatic passion poured from Betty's mouth, filling the living room of the cabin with sounds of animal pleasure. Suddenly, she felt it. Oh, God… I-I feel… like I could cum! His tongue… will make me cum!

… Then, it stopped.

Arnie stopped and raised his head, and she looked down to see his quick grin, his chin glisteningly moist from the viscous secretions of her pulsating loins.

"Don't stop! Oh, please… don't stop… yet!" she pleaded.

"Then, you liked it?"

"Oh, I was almost… ready…"

"I know, Baby Doll… you're ready to fuck… now!"

He came down on top of Jay's wife, wedging his hips down between her quivering, wide-splayed thighs, his hotly pulsing cock, fully hardened, poised hugely at the mouth of her expectantly palpitant cunt. He smiled down at her lewdly, glancing down to see that his massively lust-filled cock was nudging into the soft-fleshed portal of her moistly coral-pink vagina… and lunged forward to send his cock lancing hard and deep into her with one smoothly forceful plunge.

Betty screamed.

Frantically, she squirmed around beneath him, screwing her naked loins down and back, in an attempt to escape his skewering entry. She was filled with hotly throbbing cock, and it felt as though he had split her asunder. God! I'm torn… to little pieces!

Arnie's cock was buried to the hilt in the moist warmth of her wide-stretched cuntal passage, his pubic bone pressed tightly against her nakedly throbbing clitoris, and she could feel every ridge of the giant prick he had sunk deeply into her quaking, soft, white belly.

He lay still on top of her for a moment, before he flexed the hardened shaft of his cock deep in her cuntal passage, grinding it into her another fraction of an inch at the same time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!" she grunted, her face grimacing with the pain of it.

"Do you like it?" he asked, ginning down at her with lewd delight.

"I-It's… s-so big! It's tearing m-me… apart!" she groaned.

"Now… you can beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!" he ordered.

"B-Beg? Why…?" She was confused. "I-I can't… d-do that!"

"Do you want to learn to please Jay…?" he countered. "If you do… learn to ask for it!"

"It's in me… already! Go ahead… and… d-do it to me!"

"Not like that! Use the right words!" Arnie grunted.

Again, he throbbed his cock expandingly deep inside her sensitive cuntal sheath, and his fingers dug into her shoulders cruelly.

"OOOooohhh!" she sobbed. "Yesssss! I-I want you… t-to f-fuck me!" There! I said it. I said that horrible word! She spat it out with revulsion that she had been forced to say it, and suddenly she realized: I-I'm… an adulteress! I-I'm actually lying under another… m-man with my legs spread wide… and being fucked by him!

With slow, deliberate strokes, Arnie began to fuck in and out of her tight, narrow cuntal sheath, feeling it cling tightly to the hardened shaft of his cock, each smooth, short stroke stretching her resilient flesh a little more, until he was fucking into her deeply, and he heard her groan of final surrender, as helplessly she began to undulate and grind her naked buttocks beneath him.

A desire she had never known surged through her body, as lascivious flames of passion seared her… and she found no further reason to fight it. Now, her whole body writhed and squirmed with wanton abandon under him, as Arnie's hardened cock began to slam in and out of her with animal-like energy, plunging deep into the quivering, moist warmth of her delighted cunt, as from deep in her chest came low, guttural hummings of passionate acceptance. Tiny droplets of sensual perspiration broke out on her swelling breasts, and her face was contorted with the insane excitement of her full arousal.

Now, Arnie slid his hands up under her hollowing buttocks, his fingers digging into the soft, smooth orbs, and her satiny flesh oozed through his fingers, as he pulled her in hard against his pounding loins. Her legs were spread wide on either side of his hard, impaling prick, quivering in uncontrolled ecstasy as she scissored them around his waist. Then, instinctively, she began to pull her thighs back against her chest, mashing the softly rounded orbs of her breasts, and the whole of her moistly palpitant cunt flowered open to him in lewd invitation to take more and yet more of his plunging cock into her… to ever greater depths. Yes! She was being fucked… by a strange man… against her will… but now she wanted to give him back… as much as she was being given!

Suddenly, now, he began to lengthen his cunt-stretching thrusts into her, pulling his gross, massively hardened cock almost completely out of her wildly clasping vaginal sheath on the upstroke, then driving it deeply into her upturned loins on the down-stroke, feeling the satisfying smack of his sperm-laden balls as they swung up into the defenseless crevice between her soft, full-orbed buttocks.

That's it! Arnie grinned at the thought of one more thing he could do to her. Hell! She might as well get the full treatment!

His hand drifted down over the smooth, tight skin of her wildly grinding ass-cheeks, and probing with his middle finger, found the tiny, puckered lips of her anal opening in the soft yielding crevice between them. They were warm and soft, and he could feel it working and flexing hotly against the tip of his finger. He heard her sharply in-drawn breath, as he pushed experimentally against the soft, rubbery flesh.

… Then, he pushed hard. His finger burst through the elastic opening into the warm spongy flesh of her rectum.

"Ooooooooohhhh!" Betty groaned, protesting it, painfully.

Arnie thrust, again, until his finger was all the way up inside, and he wormed it around, stretching the resilient softness, with merciless intent.

She screamed. "AAAAaaaaggghh!" Frantically, she tried to escape his skewering finger, screwing her hips around, gyratingly, but there was no let up as he fucked both finger and cock into her at the same time. Gradually, her whimpers of pain subsided to be replaced by even greater moans of delight than before, as her anus slowly adjusted to the unnatural presence there.

Jay Ballard's wife was hopelessly impaled on Arnie Pearson's driving cock in her searing vagina and his finger buried deep in her desperately squirming little anus, and she mewled and moaned out her pleasure under him.

Lewdly then, his other hand went down to where his enormous, rock-hard prick was pistoning smoothly in and out of her voraciously clasping cuntal passage. He fondled caressingly the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt stretched so tight around his pounding cock, and he could feel their clinging softness clenching and contracting with each of his long, deep pile-driving plunges into her soft, white belly.

… Then, her thighs began to jerk spasmodically, her head flailed uncontrollably and her face was contorted with the intensity of her rapturous passion. She was almost ready to cum. He ripped his finger from her hotly clenching rectum and pressing his hands behind her knees, he pushed her thighs back until they lay flat beside her shoulders on the bearskin rug. The whole plane of her upturned genitals were opened wide to his jack-hammering plunges, as he thrust deep into the moist depths of her wildly clasping cuntal sheath.

Her face was a contorted mask of unbridled passion, as she began to chant up into his face, "Oh! OOoohh! OOOooohhh! Oh, God! Fuck me… hard!" Her moisture bedewed breasts, swelled and danced up against his chest, her erectile nipples spiking hard into him, as he strove mightily to drive hard and deep into her needful cunt.

… Then, she convulsed under him, her soaring climax coming to her, laden with exquisitely ecstatic sensations of passionate rapture.

"OOOooohhh! I'mmm going… t-to… cummmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggghhhhh!"

With frenetic energy, Arnie slaved away above her, feeling the wildly clasping lips of her cunt milking greedily, voraciously, at his rampaging cock, until suddenly, he felt his own searing ejaculation begin. His hot, white sperm shot from the tiny slit in the top of his cockhead, jetting from the depths of his crazily jerking balls to splash far up into the deepest recesses of her hotly sucking vaginal passage.

Her legs splayed limply to the sides obscenely, and her heart trip-hammered in her chest, as her satiated body lapsed into subsiding waves of relaxing euphoria. Then, as her rational mind began to function, again, she remembered. God! I've done it! I've been sucked… and f-fucked… by another man… and that's adultery… or does that make me just another cheap… little… wh-whore… like Carla… the one my husband was with?

She could still feel Arnie's spewing penis jerking its last up inside of her, filling her belly almost to the bursting, as the last of his load of heated male sperm was ejaculated from the slitted head of his cock.

Groaning his satisfaction, Arnie collapsed on top of her, "Damn! That was something! Did you like it, Baby?"

She was honest with him… with herself. "Yes… yes… I liked it… but now, you'll have to go!"

"I can't leave here!" he told her. "Jay sent me up here… and told me to stay here… until things are settled!"

"What things…?"

"I can't tell you that… except that there are some people looking for me…"

"The… p-police…?"

"No… I'm not a criminal! Your husband is trying to help me!"

"I see… and it's your case he's been working on the last several days?" she queried.

"Yes… I'm afraid so…"

"Well…" she said resignedly, "I suppose you'll have to stay! Let me up now… please?"

Arnie tried to recapture her lips, trying to prolong the mood, but she twisted her head aside, saying, "No! Don't! I've got to think… about what I've already done! I-I don't know whether… I can… l-live… with myself!"

"You've done both yourself… and Jay a favor, is what I think!" he told her, rolling to his side from on top of her.