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CHAPTER EIGHT

Eileen climbed the stairs. It had been a wild day, a day she never would be able to forget. It had been a nightmare of sex.

She staggered into the bathroom and tuned on the shower. Numb, she climbed under the refreshing spray. "Ohhhh, God, what do I do with my life now?" Her own voice echoed back to haunt her.

She closed her eyes and tilted her face up into the warm water. "Oh, God. I'm not a tramp," she sobbed, her tears mixing with the shower spray. "I'm not!"

The nightmarish events of the day told her different. "No! No! No!" She pounded her fists against the wet tiles, but the memories didn't go away.

Craig staggered into the house. His head pounded and his day, too, had been a nightmare of events. He looked in the living room and saw the mess he had made. He cringed. "Eileen!" There was no answer. He was glad. If she was out it would give him a chance to clean up. He had to talk to her. Their life together was on the line. He climbed the stairs.

Eileen finished cleaning her ass and pussy. The water splashed off her flesh. The steady beating of the spray on her body kept her from thinking about the future.

Craig came through the bedroom and heard the shower. He poked his head into the bathroom. "Eileen?"

Hearing her husband's voice, Eileen froze. She didn't speak.

Craig came in, pushed back the curtain. "Eileen." He stared at her naked body and an image of her thrashing under Hank's pounding frame haunted him. He forced the ugly thought from his mind.

"What did you come back for?" she asked, the sharpness of her words a cutting edge. "To call me a whore to my face?"

"I… I'm sorry about that," Craig said. "I was out of my mind with jealousy. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." Through gray tired eyes, he pleaded. "Can you forgive me?"

Eileen saw the anxiety, the hurt. "You look terrible." She forced a smile. "Why don't you take off your clothes and get in here with me? You look as if you've had a rough day."

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He was already tearing at his clothes.

"It means we'll talk about it." She moved over as Craig joined her in the shower. "I'll soap you down."

"Feels good," he said, facing the wall, relaxing under Eileen's soothing hands.

"What did you do today?" she asked, wondering if she should tell him what she'd been up to.

Craig's gut tightened. He was ashamed. "If I told you, our marriage wouldn't stand a chance." He turned and faced her.

Silence hung between them as the water sprayed them both.

"Seeing you fucking Hank last night turned me into a madman."

"It was your idea," she reminded him.

"I know. Christ, it's been eating at my gut."

Eileen soaped him up, wrapping the soapy wash cloth around his prick. "What did you do today?" She was curious, aroused, sensing what he had been doing.

"Drinking…" He groaned. Her hands were getting his cock hard. "And fucking any woman who would go to bed with me." He looked at her, waiting for her to drop his cock and shove him out of the shower.

It made her feel good to know he had been doing the same thing she had been doing. She wavered, wondered if she should confess. She decided, at least for now, to keep her secret. The bonds of their marriage were strained enough; they needed no more stress.

"No," he said. He pulled her into his arms. "I love you, honey. Christ, I love you."

Eileen, the water spraying her back and shoulders, melted into his arms. "I love you too, my darling, but what you said cut me like a knife." She wasn't going to let him off completely.

"I know," he groaned, reveling in his wife's soft, wet body. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"No. We have to forget last night and today. We forget arid start over."

"You're not going to leave me for the things I made you do and the things I did?" he asked softly.

She brought her mouth to his and kissed him. "Today is buried." Silently, she prayed she could forget the things her own unchanneled lust and anger had caused her to do. "I love you."

Craig slipped his hands down her back, cupped the cheeks of heir ass. "You feel my prick?"

"Yes," she moaned. "It's throbbing against my belly."

"Do you want to do anything about it?"

"Not here. We might kill ourselves." She squiggled her hips. "In bed, where I can show you how much I low you."

They climbed out of the shower, their bodies glistening wet. Forgetting about turning the water off – they had other things on their minds – they headed into the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet.

Eileen climbed on the bed. "We're going to have fun the old-fashioned way, together as husband and wife." She tugged his hand. "I got the hots for you, my husband."

Craig joined his wife on the bed, his eyes enjoying the soft, sensuous contours of her wet, naked body. With his prick throbbing, he took her in his arms.

Eileen plastered her wet, tingling body against him. She parted her lips, accepting his tongue. She hummed, taking his tongue and sucking it. Squirming, her flesh squeaked against his as they kissed and hugged urgently. Playfully, she scratched, his neck.

"Oooh, Craig," she gasped. "I love you. Love you so." She showered him with kisses, face, neck, mouth. "So much, Craig!"

"Unnn, Eileen. Sweetheart." He caressed her, kneading her wet, slippery flesh. His hands were greedy, exploring, squeezing, reveling in the joy of her squirming body. His prick pressed against her belly, throbbed with passion as blood surged through his shaft.

Eileen moaned. His hands and mouth were driving her crazy. She wanted him, needed him. "Wait," she gasped. "Not yet." She wriggled out of his arms. "Let's make it last."

"Whatever you want, my love," Craig groaned.

She swallowed back her rising passion. "I want to show you that I love you."

"I already know," he said, looking up into her beautiful face. "We have all the time in the world…"

Eileen's mouth feverishly worked on Craig's flesh. She kissed and sucked his neck, his shoulders. Nibbling, she reached his chest and licked his tiny nipples. Purring sighs escaped her mouth as she coated each nipple in spit.

"Bite them," he groaned. Eileen's mouth was like a furnace.

Eileen giggled lewdly. "I'll suck them too." She covered Craig's nipple and sucked. It wasn't as big or soft as Carol's, but it was what she wanted. She sucked again, then chewed.

"Unnnnn," Craig groaned. "Goddamn." His gut tightened, and his prick towered above his groin, throbbing and twitching for her pussy.

Gurgling on her own spit, Eileen slobbered and chewed her way down Craig's lean frame. His stomach was taut, and she sucked. She raked his chest with her nails and chewed on his hips, his prick looming always in her field of vision.

"My cock, honey." He squirmed on his back. "Chew my cock."

Eileen was in heaven. She sucked his groin, down his thighs to his knees. After chewing both thighs, she stopped. She was between his legs, her eyes glued to his prick.

A hot, sultry smile played on her lips. She gripped his cock. "You want me to suck this?" She shifted the skin up and down his bloated shaft.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Suck it." He jerked his hips, lunging his cock up through her jerking fist.

"For you, anything." She lowered her head and brought her mouth to the base of his cock. She gripped his thick shaft with her teeth and sucked. She took a hard bite and felt his shaft throb against her lips. "You like that?"

Craig groaned. His eyes popped. "You'll bite it off and neither one of us will have any fun."

"I'll make sure I don't bite it off." She straddled his leg, her cunt flush against his knee.

"Christ, you're soaked!" He jerked his knee, banging it into Eileen's pussy.

"Mmmmm, soaked for your prick," she sighed. She rolled her hips, jerked her ass. "Ooooo!" Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to his cock and sucked up and down the length of his shaft.

Craig growled. She was humping his leg and chewing on his prick. "In your mouth, honey. Suck it!" He jerked up, gouging his knee into her cunt.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. Her pussy went into spasm. She twisted his cock and lifted her head, gobbling his prick between her lips.

"Yeah." Craig moaned. Her sucking mouth was churning the cum in his balls.

Mild orgasms trickled through her pussy. She sucked, drooling her spit on his cock. Her cunt drooled, soaking him in warm, sticky cream. "Mrnmmmm," she hummed, her mouth filling with the head of his dick.

Craig lunged up, driving his prick along the roof of her mouth. "All of it!" He lunged again, clogging her throat with his bell-shaped cockhead.

Eileen took his prick in deep, swirled her tongue over his shaft. Working her hips and keeping his knee bathed in pussy-cream, she sucked, grating her teeth along his shaft. Her cunt contracted, but there was nothing to squeeze. It was all in her mouth.

Craig's stretching and squirming, found a large creamy tit. He pulled, twisted, squeezed. It was soft, pliant, silky in his gripping hand. He hinged up as his fingers tightened on the soft meat of her pulpy tit.

Eileen's face turned red. The pain from his viselike grip was agony. She sank her teeth into his shaft and heard him howl. The pressure eased on her tit and she reined her jaw on his cock.

"Mmmm," she sighed. One quick push buried the entire length of his prick in her mouth. Her lips mashed into his groin. Cock hair tickled her nose. His prick was throbbing deep in her throat. She was in heaven.

Craig arched his back, his legs stiffening. Slamming up, he smashed his groin into her face. Grunting, he fell back, his prick a prisoner in his wife's hot, sucking mouth.

With Craig still, Eileen feasted on his cock as if she hadn't sucked a prick in months. She forgot about bathing Craig's knee in cunt juice. All she concentrated on was his cock. She bobbed her head as his cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Warm saliva kept his cock coated for fast plunging action. She took him deep, dragged her teeth back, then sucked when only the head of his cock was in her mouth.

"Eileen! Eileen!" He lunged up, meeting her halfway. His balls swelled. His cock felt as if it were going to burst. "No more! Christ, stop!"

In her lust-dulled mind, she heard him howl. His prick was swelling in her mouth, throbbing erratically. It finally seeped in. Gasping, she pulled her mouth off his prick.

"God, I got carried away."

"Get on your back, honey," he groaned. He stared at her beautiful face. "Get on your back and let me put this where we both want it."

"Where's that?" she giggled. She grabbed his cock and squeezed.

"Your pussy," he groaned, twisting under her exquisite torture.

"I'm ready," she mewled. "Wet and ready." She straddled his hard cock. "Feel this." She pressed down, squeezing his cock between his groin and her pussy.

"Christ, you're wet." He squirmed as pussy juice bathed his dick.

"Mmmmm, feels fabulous." She jerked her hips, dragging her cunt along his shaft. She leered down and saw the bloated head of his prick peek out. It was drenched in juice. "Mrnmm, looks fabulous."

Craig growled and grabbed her tits. He pulled. "In your pussy, honey. Now!"

Eileen squirmed and lifted her hips. She felt the head of his prick slip between the folds of her pussy. "Ewwwww, it knows just where to go."

Her eyes danced with lust and devilment.

She wriggled, swallowing the head of his cock into her cunt. "Mmmmmm."

Craig was out of his head. He released her tits and grabbed her hips and slammed her onto his prick. With his cock buried to the hilt, he relaxed, content for the moment to enjoy the spongy muscles and hot, juicy heat of her pussy.

"Oooo, Craig." She leaned back, balancing herself on stiff arms. The action bent his prick. "Oooo, I feel it." She rolled her hips, her eyes floating toward the ceiling. It was spinning.

Craig's prick felt as if his cock was going to snap off. He growled like a wounded bear, then reached for and mangled her tits. Jabbing into her cunt, he pulled her down to his mouth. He devoured her, chewing and sucking on her eager lips.

Eileen squirmed and twisted her hips. She attacked his mouth, matching his desire. She ground her cunt down, gurgling as his tongue plunged into her mouth.

With his hands full of tittie meat, Craig plowed up into her pussy. His nuts ached painfully. Her nipples, like hot coals, burned into the palms of his hands.

Eileen crushed her clit into his hard groin. Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyes as she feasted on his mouth and milked his cock. Gurgling, she struggled, breaking free of his mouth.

"Oh, Craig. I'm having a ball. This is all we need. We don't need others."

"You're right." He lunged up, skewering her cunt with his cock. "I was a fool."

"We both were," she moaned. His lunging stab made her cream. She straightened up and looked down at his hands mauling her tittie flesh. "Mmmmm, I love it!" She humped, twisted her hips. "You're in so deep, my husband. So wonderfully deep!"

Craig brought her squirming, impaled body into his arms. He rolled, winding up on top, his prick still buried.

"Ooooo, Craig!" She gazed up, her violet eyes adoring him. "Fuck me. Fuck me!" She raked his arms, chest and shoulders with her nails.

Craig grinned hotly. He eased back, watching the color drain from her face, enjoying the panic in her eyes. He jammed his hips forward, watching her face flush and her eyes bulge. He repeated it over and over again.

Eileen was in bliss. She thrashed beneath him, thrilled with his long, cunt-stuffing strokes. She lunged back, grinding her hips.

"Ooooo, Craig. I'm creaming all over."

"I feel it, honey. My cock is soaked and so are my balls." He slammed hard, his body fused to hers. He ground his hips, his cock twisting inside her vat of soupy pussy-cream.

"Unnnn," she moaned, her clit mangled, her cunt stuffed. "Oooo, Craig!" She twisted her own hips, destroying her clit again. "Aghhhhh!"

Craig's stroking cock quickened. "I'm going to make you cream like never before." His pounding stabs became more brutal.

"I know… I know!" she squealed. "Do it. Make me cream. Make me cum!"

Their bodies clashed. Craig slammed down. Eileen lunged up. The bed was squeaking, groaning under their pounding weight. Hard slapping smacks echoed in the room each time their bodies fused together. Their groans added to the erotic noises in the bedroom.

"I'm ready, honey. My balls are gonna bust!" His voice was ragged, coated with lust. "I'm gonna cum. Feel my cock?"

"Yessss," she hissed. She caught his maddening pace. "Fill me, Craig. Cream my pussy. Drown me." She used her body as a battering ram, smashing it into his hard driving frame.

Moaning, her tits flopping, nipples swollen and sore, she continued to thrust her body up into Craig's. Her clit was raw and felt as if it were on fire. She jerked her hips, climbing and clawing her way toward the peak of her own orgasm.

"I'm there too!" she squealed. "Oooo, Craig. It's going to happen."

Craig's punching jabs powered her twisting body back into the mattress. His balls churned, ready to erupt. Arms stiff, he leered down into her screaming face.

Eileen's dilated glazed eyes found her husband's lust-etched face. "I'm cuming!" she screeched. Her voice filled the room. "I'm creaming!" Her cunt exploded. Pussycum – juicy, hot, and flowing – flooded her cock-stuffed cunt. The scalding cum washed over Craig's piercing prick, keeping it coated in milky white.

Craig's cock skewered her mushy, creamy hole. The hot, greasing juices lubricated his plowing shaft. His stabbing prick throbbed inside her pulsing pussy hole. Muscles tugged, pulled on his shaft, urging the load in his balls to erupt.

He roared. His balls burst. A thick, squirting stream of jizz shot through his swollen cock. Spurting wads of jism shot from his dilated pisser, splattering the spongy depths of her climaxing cunt.

"I'm cuming," he roared. "I'm cuming!" His head snapped back, the muscles in his groin stiffened. He roared again, the explosion in his balls exquisite. Hard-driving thrusts pounded Eileen's jerking humping body into submission.

"More," she shrieked. "More. Give me more!"

Eileen felt each squirting wad. Each lump of stringy jizz triggered orgasms inside her hole. She climaxed again. Her legs stiffened, curled, the heels digging into his back. She rode him, bucking under his slamming body like a wildcat.

Craig's passion drained him, weakening his powerful arms. His elbows buckled and he crushed her climaxing body beneath him. "I'm cuming," he growled, his mouth against her neck. "I'm still cuming!"

Eileen's arms circled his back. She clawed his tightly muscled back and chewed on his neck. Her tits were crushed into his chest and her clit was mangled against his jamming groin.

They battled in pleasure. Each strove to give the other pleasure and wipe away, at the same time, their own guilt. Eileen held him, sandwiched between his pumping body and the squeaking mattress. Craig pounded, his hands sinking into the cheeks of her ass. Their groans and cries were muffled in each other's neck.

Eileen gasped, twisted. She was floating down from the peak. It had been fabulous. She held him, absorbing the last of his fantastic blows as he drained his nuts into her pussy.

"Honey," Craig panted. He grunted, stopped, and caught his breath.

Eileen held him until her head stopped spinning. "It was wonderful. The best we've ever done."

Craig rolled off, his limp prick lying on his thigh. It had been the best. "I guess maybe it takes a little adversity to make us appreciate what we have."

Eileen snuggled close. "Yes," she said. "Now we know. We have all we need, all I want."

He held her in his arms. "Each other."

They slept.