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CHAPTER NINE

Tom was feeling good when he turned his big station wagon into his driveway.

It was after two an. For once, he would be home later than Heather. Now she could wonder where he had been all evening.

His victory was short-lived, however. Heather's car was not in the garage. She was not home.

The anger Tom felt as he let himself into the dark house grew with the minutes and hours until at last he heard the sound of Heather's car in the drive.

He had downed a couple of ryes on the rocks while waiting. He was not drunk. But his nerves were on edge; his emotions were razor-sharp. Tonight he was determined to get to the bottom of his wife's mysterious outings with "the girls".

Being with Fay tonight had done more than allay his horniness. It had left him with a strong sense of his own masculinity. His little red-headed wife was not going to treat him like dirt any longer.

He smiled wryly as he noted the look of apprehension on Heather's face as she entered the living room.

"Well… if it isn't my little loving wife!" he drawled sarcastically. "How was your night out with the girls?"

"Tom…" She seemed at a loss for words. "I thought you'd be asleep by now." She was scrutinizing him closely as she moved closer to where he sat on the couch.

"That's reasonable enough. Most people are asleep at five in the morning. And you can quit trying to ogle my eyeballs. I'm not drunk, either. In fact, I just go home a little bit before you."

She seemed shocked. "Oh?"

Somehow the idea that Tom, too, could have his little midnight outings had never occurred to the pretty redhead. She was not sure she liked the idea. She had been so busy catering to her own wants and needs, she had forgotten about Tom's. Absorbed in the drama of her own frustration, she had overlooked the horniness that Tom, too, must have suffered during the past weeks and months.

"Where were you, Tom?" The question was delivered quietly, timidly.

He smiled at her. The look made Heather more nervous than ever. She had never seen Tom look so cool and calculating. So sure of himself. Had he been changing over the past weeks? She couldn't be sure. They had seen so little of each other.

Or had something happened all at once tonight perhaps to wreak the change in her husband?

"I think there's something we ought to discuss before we get down to my activities tonight. Like you and the girls, for instance."

His eyes never left his wife's. The force of his look cowed Heather. She sank down into a chair facing him.

"What do you mean, Tom?" It was now that she realized how deeply angry the man was.

"I mean what have you really been doing every night after work?"

"But, Tom… I told you… I've been going out for a drink with some of the women at work. You know how girls are when they start talking. The hours just fly by!"

He rose from the couch so quickly that he was standing over her before she even realized he was up. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. His eyes glared into hers. Only a couple of inches separated them.

"Don't bull shit me, Heather. I've had enough of the bullshit. More than enough!"

She was terrified. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't decide whether it would be better to confess or to continue antagonizing him with lies.

Suddenly Tom reached down and began tearing her clothes from her body.

"Tom! What are you doing?! Stop! You're mining my dress!"

"You cap buy another one. I just want to see my wife naked for a change. Why should I be the only one left out? Don't tell me you haven't been up to some hanky-panky, Heather, because I don't believe you. I know how much you love to fuck. And I know you haven't tried to fuck me for weeks. You can't tell me you've suddenly decided to become a nun. Because I just won't go for it. There now! That's better!"

She stood trembling before him, naked except for her garter and stockings and high heels. He had torn off both her dress and her flimsy lace bra.

"What's the matter, Heather? Too hot outside for panties? Or do you just get a kick out of going around with your twat hanging out?"

"I… I just don't like wearing them, that's all!"

The terror was building. He was fingering her pussy! Would he guess…?

"Jee-zuz, that's a hot twat you've got there, baby! What were you doing? Playing with yourself on the way home? Fuck, your cunt's wetter than a swamp after a rainstorm!"

He raised to his nose the hand that had been fingering her cunt. He looked deep into her eyes, his own eyes blazing with conviction.

"Shit, baby, I'd known that sweet aroma anywhere! Who have you been fucking? Tell me!"

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. In her fear and confusion, Heather could think of only one course of action. She would have to come clean, tell him the truth. He wouldn't like it, but maybe he would at least let up on her once he knew everything.

"I've been meeting… some people… after work, Tom. They're nothing special to me. I just needed to make love to somebody… and you don't seem interested."

He flung her hard down onto the couch, as though he could not stand to touch her any longer. "Jee-zuz Christ, woman! How was I supposed to get interested in someone who acted as though I was the shittiest lover in the world? You treated me like dirt, Heather, every time we made love. You made it very clear I wasn't enough for you."

"But, Tom!" she cried in exasperation. "It wasn't enough! I needed more!"

"And are you getting it now? Are you getting what you need, baby?" he hollered at her.

"YES!" she screamed back. "Yes, I'm getting fucked like I always needed to get fucked! My cunt feels really good for the first time in my life! Do you hear me, Tom? For the first time!"

She knew she was courting disaster, but in her hysteria she didn't care any more. All she knew was that she was not going to let him put all the blame on her. He had blown it as much as she had. Not once had he tried to talk it over, to devise some plan for making things better between them.

He had left it up to her to save herself.

And she had.

She was lying face down on the couch, her eyes turned up towards him. She tried to struggle to her feet, but he raised a foot and used it to push her back down onto her belly.

"Stay right where you are, cunt! I'm not finished with you yet!"

His contemptuous words aroused Heather's Irish temper. She struggled mightily to get up off the couch, but he pinned her to the cushions with his knee.

"Let me up off here, you bastard! Let me up!"

Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks. She realized what a defenseless position she was in. He was so much stronger than she was. And she suffered from the added indignity of being nearly naked.

Her lewd outfit stockings, garter and shoes made her feel vulnerable. She did not want to feel vulnerable right now. She had a right to fight. And she wanted to put up the best defense possible.

"Let me go!"

Watching his wife struggling under him in her obscene costume was doing strange things to Tom. His experiences with Fay earlier in the evening had released his libido. And watching Heather's garter-streaked ass struggling for freedom was reviving his lust. Her ass-cheeks were so firm and round, wriggling provocatively beneath his knee. They seemed to beg for attention. For something long and thick and hard to satisfy their writhing quest.

"Shut up, bitch!"

All of a sudden, Tom found himself mining a hail of open-handed blows down on her buttocks. He watched fascinated as her quivering globes turned a bright-red. He knew his cock was getting harder by the minute. His overpowering rage was turning into relentless passion.

He wanted to fuck her!

"Oh, please, Tom! Don't hurt me! Stop it! Please!"

Heather squirmed desperately against her degrading punishment. But it was no use. She was held firmly. As her pussy wriggled against the couch beneath, the lusty redhead noticed a strange turnabout in her excitement. Her fear and frustration were changing into masochistic titillation.

She was in a strange way enjoying the spanking her irate husband was giving her!

The redhead actually experienced disappointment when Tom's knee left her back and the blows stopped. She looked slowly around at him and was delighted to see him taking off his clothes. She knew now that she wanted. Despite the bizarreness of his emotion-wrought encounter with her husband, Heather wanted more than anything to be fucked by him.

Right now!

"Ohhh, Tom!" She began to mew as her buttocks wriggled, encouragingly now, back towards her stripping husband. "I want you, baby… so much! You're the only one I ever really wanted, Tom!"

"Heather, baby!" he spat down at her. "You really expect me to believe that? You just like to fuck, that's all. You're just a horny little whore! Isn't that right?" He was naked now, and he kneeled on the couch over her, straddling her thighs.

Even the lewd insult in his words excited the quivering housewife. It was like a perverted fantasy… to have her husband punish her like this for all her unfaithfulness. And then to have him mount her and fuck her senseless. She began to imagine what it would be like to feel his hard cock splitting her cunt-lips wife.

"Oh, God, yesss, Tom," she groaned. "Anything you say, darling! I just want you inside me! I want you so bad!"

Contempt and excitement struggled for supremacy in the young man's brain. Watching his wife's naked ass begging him for cock made his prick swell thick and heavy with blood. Hearing her mew and grovel before him made him despise her weakness, yet at the same time it made him want her all the more. He wanted to punish her and fuck her and make love to her all at the same time. He wanted to give her an experience a lesson she would never forget.

Roughly, he grabbed her ass-cheeks and pulled her up onto hands and knees. He kneaded the full swelling globes of her butt and spread the crack between them wide. He gazed covetously at the hairy, wet slit of her sperm-soiled pussy… and the tight-puckered hole of her shitter.

Her asshole that was what he wanted. He'd fuck her in the ass for being a whore! That, she would never forget.

He slid his stiff cock in along her ass-crack and watched it start to gleam with the juices of her arousal. He pushed on her cunt-opening and shoved his cock right on up inside. Her pussy-muscles clasped his dick convulsively. They seemed to be in spasm.

"Uuuuhhh… Tom honey… you're making me cum, darling!"

Heather could not believe it. For the first time she was cumming effortlessly with her husband. Cumming the instant his hard cock soared up into her greedy cunt. She had never been this excited with Tom. Never!

The young husband could scarcely believe his ears. Heather was cumming already. Just the filling presence of his prick was enough for her. He was beginning to understand more about what it took to satisfy his sensual wife. She liked to be treated a little rough. Experiencing his dominance, his maleness, drove her wild with arousal. Obviously, all along, she had been waiting for her pussycat to turn into a tiger.

Tom was feeling a new excitement, a new affection for the beautiful redhead. Watching her ass cheeks chum in the abandoned throes of orgasm made his prick grow to steel-hardness. He had never wanted her this much.

And he wanted to fuck her in the asshole. This was the ideal moment for such a wanton experience.

Without warning, he pulled his cock from her cunt and prodded it against the tight-clenched opening to her rectum. Heather didn't get the chance to tense up against the sudden invasion. His cock-head surged right on up inside. His swollen cock-tip was enclosed in her anus. Now it remained to work the rest of his prick up inside. He shoved steadily forward.

"Ooooohhh, God! What are you doing to me? Tom, it hurts! It hurts! You've got to stop!"

Heather was trying to crawl forward, out of reach of his sodomizing cock. But his hands held her hips firmly. She had been excited by the first pressure of his cock-tip on her asshole. She had not expected the searing pain. Not after the way she had seen Zola take Zeke's cock in her asshole. Zola had been so turned on by the filling presence of a prick up there.

How could it have hurt so much and still felt good? She thought desperately. "Oh, please, Tom! Stop! Stop doing it to meeee!"

Her husband was far too excited by the tight clasp of her ass muscles on his prick to stop now. He had never felt anything this tight! And just the thought that he was screwing his unfaithful wife in the asshole made his nerve-endings tingle with titillation.

"Just relax, Heather. It's going to feel good. I guarantee you! Just relax and enjoy it!"

"Oh, Tom! I can't! I can't!"

"Hold on, baby!"

He began to work his cock steadily in and out of her cruelly stretched shitter. He threw back his head and reveled in the sexual thrill of getting a cock-massage from his wife's ass-walls. He moved slowly but steadily in and out of her butt. Gradually, he could feel her hold relaxing a little.

She was letting go.

Aware now that her husband had no intention of ceasing his remorseless ass-fuck, Heather struggled to do as he had told her. She strove to relax her bung-hole. Instead of the pain, she thought about the thick hard cock moving back and forth inside her. Stretching her virginal asshole.

And as suddenly and searingly as the pain had come, it faded away. Replaced by a new and intense pleasure. The pleasure of yielding oneself completely to another's mastery. Of being totally conquered, used by another human being.

Tom's blood-engorged prick was working in and out of her asshole with rhythmic lust. Heather could tell by the way he was panting up behind her that her husband was enjoying every minute of his anal assault. That knowledge alone stimulated her own pleasure.

"Uuuuhh, Tom, it feels good now! Ooohh, Jee-zuz! Do it to me! Fuck my ass, Tom!"

Before the man's amazed gaze, her be gartered ass began to chum encouragingly, taking his long hard dick eagerly up inside. For the first time, Tom was learning to really appreciate his wife's boundless sensuality. She could learn to enjoy anything, even being fucked in the ass. She was beautiful and sexy! He really was a lucky guy!

"Uh, Jeez, baby! My cock feels good up in there! I've never felt anything like it, Heather honey!"

He felt free to move more uninhibitedly now. He picked up the pace of his hardy ass-skewering. His cock flew in and out of her dilated asshole while she moaned and grunted in submissive ecstasy before him.

"Mmmmm… ooohhh… screw me in the ass, Tom darling!"

Heather's memory flashed back to earlier in the evening, when she had watched Zola getting ass-fucked by her husband. Little had she thought that she would have that exact same experience this very night. And enjoy it just as wholeheartedly as Zola had. She felt so liberated… so ecstatic. It was so wonderful to be experiencing this kind of sexual pleasure with her own husband.

And despite the fact that she knew her playing around had been wrong, Heather also knew none of this would ever have happened if she hadn't taken that initiative. She and Tom might never have learned to enjoy each other sexually. Her unfaithfulness had in fact reunited them!

"Oh, Tom… I love you! I love you!"

"I love you, too, baby! You're beautiful! Uh, yeah!"

Tom had actually despaired of ever enjoying sex with his lovely wife again. Now here they were like newlyweds writhing excitedly against one another. Though their position was obscene and unnatural, the feelings were not. They were loving one another, and that was all that counted.

When they came, it was together, and it was strong.

"Oooohh, Tom, darling… I'm cummmingggg!"

Heather could scarcely believe the intensity of cumming from getting reamed in the ass. It was sensational. Her whole body seemed to have come unhinged. She was floating in blind euphoria, her body relaxed, discharging a long-pent-up store of emotional frustration.

Now she and Tom were free to love each other again.

"Shit, baby, I'm cumming, too! Oh, yeahhh!"

He lay collapsed upon her for a long time, holding her, loving her. His shrinking prick was stilt lodged in her asshole.

"Baby, you know something?" he said as he planted little kisses along her earlobe. He felt the need to be honest, too.

"What?" Her voice was lazy, sated.

"You're not the first woman I made love to tonight."

There it was. The new reality for Heather. She wasn't sure for a moment how she would take it.

Then she realized her pussy was throbbing.

The thought of her husband with another woman excited her.

"Tell me about it," she said.