The Adulterous Bride
by Carol Wilson
(SE-303)


CHAPTER ONE 

Phil Hartley ran his eyes approvingly over his wife's trim, supple figure as 
she returned to the table, carrying the coffeepot. 

"And I just couldn't believe it when he gave me the part - out of the dozens 
who were auditioning!" 

Phil was hardly listening to what Linda was saying. He knew she was excited 
about landing the leading part in the play the local amateur drama society 
was putting on, but right now, he was interested in one thing only... 

Two months had gone by since their wedding day and Phil was still as 
passionately fascinated as ever in his beautiful young bride. He had always 
been told that ardor waned after the honeymoon, but things weren't that way 
for him... yet. Far from it! He could hardly wait to get home from work so 
he could be with Linda again. Of course, he would like to go right into the 
bedroom with her as soon as he got home, but she didn't want any of that. 
She liked the ritual of a drink, then dinner, and then, later, making love 
just before they went to sleep. 

A tiny shiver of pleasure coursed through him as he continued to stare at 
her perfectly molded body, revealed and accentuated alluringly by a thinly 
clinging dress. He could see the sweep of her bare, tanned thigh sliding out 
from the edge of the short dress, and a convulsive shudder urged his 
awakening cock into rigidity. 

"So don't be too upset if you have to make do with a sandwich sometimes for 
dinner during the next few weeks of rehearsals. After all, "Miss Julie" is a 
pretty big part, with a lot of lines, and I really want to do a good job." 

Linda's face was animated with excitement and enthusiasm and Phil had hardly 
ever seen her look so beautiful, and provocative. He knew that she found 
life just a bit too boring in their new suburban neighborhood and he was 
glad that she had found something to occupy her time... as long as it didn't 
take up too much of it! 

Phil got up from the table, his coffee half-finished. 

"You look fabulous tonight, darling," he whispered, his hands gently 
caressing her rounded shoulders. 

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said," Linda pouted, irritated at 
her young husband's lack of response to her exciting news. 

"Sure I have, honey," he objected, "but right now, I'm much more interested 
in something else... " His fingers tightened on her shoulders, and he 
thought for a fleeting moment that he felt her stiffen under his touch. 

He reached down swiftly and began to trail a path of hot burning kisses 
along the swan-like length of her golden neck, nuzzling aside the long 
delicate strands of her flaxen hair. 

"Oh Phil, I thought I'd just run through the play quickly. Our first 
rehearsal is tomorrow and I want to know a little about it... " 

"Leave it till tomorrow!" Phil suggested. "You'll have plenty of time to 
read it when I've gone to work." 

Linda suppressed a sigh. She had been looking forward to settling down with 
the Strindberg play after dinner, but she might have known that Phil would 
be in one of his amorous moods again - just like he was every night! 

"But it's not even ten o'clock yet," she protested halfheartedly, but she 
knew Phil's mind was made up. She had to admit to herself that she really 
didn't feel like making love, but she couldn't bring herself to tell her new 
husband that she wasn't in the mood. He just didn't go for anything like 
that, and the only time she had tried to make an excuse, when she had 
genuinely been exhausted, he had gotten really angry and upset about it, and 
she had a feeling that if she hadn't acquiesced that time, he might have 
forced her to submit to him. She really didn't like that old-fashioned 
streak in him which made him think in terms of "his rights" and "her duty," 
but she knew it useless to try and change him. 

She walked slowly into the bedroom, wondering why she suddenly felt cold and 
lifeless. I should be the happiest girl in the world, she told herself 
sternly. A wonderful husband, a beautiful new home, and now this leading 
role in "Miss Julie" - something I've always wanted. 

But she couldn't find any pleasure, for once, in thinking about her good 
luck. Maybe I'm just tired and tense after the excitement of the day... 

She shrugged out of her dress, keenly aware of her husband's excited gaze on 
her half-naked body. He always liked to get into bed first and then watch 
her undress. In fact, he wanted her to make a little ritual out of taking 
off her brassiere and panties, but she had refused outright. She was barely 
accustomed to undressing in the same room with a man let alone acting like a 
strip teaser. 

"There's no need for that!" he called suddenly as she reached for her sheer 
black nightie. Linda sighed with irritation. After all the time and trouble 
she had taken choosing beautiful and exciting nightgowns, he never wanted 
her to wear one. Even when she did come to him sheathed in soft diaphanous 
nylon, he always impatiently pulled it off, barely noticing it. I suppose I 
should be pleased he's so interested and aroused by me, she consoled herself 
as she moved slowly over towards the bed. She kept her eyes down, feeling 
awkward and embarrassed in her complete nakedness, aware that her husband's 
impassioned eyes were burning into her quivering flesh. She had barely 
reached the bed when he reached out for her and pulled her down beside him. 

His mouth found hers immediately and ground down in a tight, demanding kiss, 
his tongue eagerly parting her sparkling white teeth and uniting with her 
own inert tongue. His arms were clasped around her and already she could 
feel the hard insistent nudging of his fully erect penis, jabbing at the 
softness of her trembling inner thigh. 

Phil released her and at once his hands dropped to her knees and parted the 
slender columns of her legs, revealing the moist vertical furrow of her 
reluctantly waiting pussy. He felt a lustful tingle course along his spine 
as he stared at the pinkly glistening split, surmounted by a tangle of 
golden curls, and he parted her silk-smooth thighs even more, to afford him 
complete access to the enticing cuntal cleft. 

The gently churning orifice between the thinly-haired outer lips beckoned to 
him with hypnotic force and he could barely restrain himself from lunging 
forward immediately. But he wanted to prolong the thrill of entry for as 
long as possible, and savor the anticipatory pleasure. Linda was stretched 
out beneath him like a beautiful golden goddess, looking, to his adoring 
eyes, almost inviolable. But that was part of the pleasure, too - realizing 
again that she belonged to him, that she had to bend herself to his will. 

The beautiful haughty blonde that he had finally won was his, and had been 
since the day of their marriage two months earlier, and even now, he could 
still hardly believe his luck. That he, Phil Hartley, had succeeded in 
winning the most popular girl in college, not to mention the most 
gorgeous... and now she was untouchable, inviolate, to every man but 
himself! 

Suddenly, Phil knew he couldn't hold back a minute longer. With a deep grunt 
of animal passion, he swiftly guided the lust-bloated head of his throbbing 
penis towards the small, quivering opening of her cunt. Without hesitation, 
he rammed forward., all thoughts except the satiating of his burning desire 
banished from his head. 

"Aaaaaarrrrrhhhhh... stop... you're hurting me!" Linda called out piteously, 
unable to help herself. Desperately she struggled as the blood-swollen rod 
of flesh skewered relentlessly up into her totally unprepared cuntal flesh, 
but she was hopelessly impaled, her long slender legs ruthlessly splayed by 
her husband's strong, unyielding hands. 

He continued to drive his passion-distended cock into the trembling depths 
of his young wife's cringing vagina, until it finally hit up against the 
tender mouth of her cervix deep inside, and it was sunk to the hilt in the 
dark, futilely resisting passage. He held it there for a long moment, the 
churning sac of his balls wedged firmly between the upraised cheeks of her 
ass. Then he began to withdraw, pulling out easily with a lewd wet, sluicing 
sound. When just the burgeoning cockhead was still tightly enclosed, he 
lunged forward again, this time burying his heated male rod without 
hesitation up between his lovely young wife's parted thighs. 

His hands tightened on the voluptuously soft flesh of her hips as he began 
to saw into her with deep hard strokes, his granite-firm cock slicing 
through her with precision plunges. Linda lay almost immobile beneath him, 
but for once, he didn't care about her lack of response. He was completely 
wrapped up in the overwhelming ripples of pleasure which were eddying 
through him, making him shiver in sensual ecstasy. In fact, his wife's utter 
unresponsiveness added to the feeling of masculinity and power which he was 
experiencing, and he felt her to be completely his slave, an unwilling 
victim to his sexual desire. 

Hungrily, he reached down and grabbed the firmly upthrust mounds of her 
breasts, closing his fingers in greedily on the satiny flesh. The turgid 
little nipples were hard against his palms and he drubbed them mercilessly, 
coaxing them into even greater rigidity. His fingers left reddish streaks on 
the cream-like flesh, just as they had raised tiny welts on her hips moments 
before when he held her immobile under his driving thrusts. 

His whole body was on fire with unbelievable sensations. He was battering 
against her with increasing tempo, his voice sounding in incoherent, 
animalistic grunts. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh... aaaaaarrrrrr rhhhhhh... " Linda sighed, unable to stop 
herself voicing her objection and resentment of what was happening to her. 
Phil knew she didn't like him to be so rough... why was he treating her as 
if she were just a sex object, a mindless being with just a body, to be used 
as he wanted? Anger seethed inside her. She didn't want this subservient 
emotion. She wanted to feel happy, aroused, satisfied. She should be feeling 
a sense of exhilaration, she knew, instead of this disruptive resentment. 

But the worst thing was, her husband didn't even seem to notice. He was 
completely oblivious to her feelings... he had to be, or else he wouldn't be 
treating her like this... as if she were just a whore off the street. 

Her burning anger threatened to erupt into a raging fire of fury, and she 
tried desperately to keep the smoldering flames down. 

The next time would be better, she told herself insistently, it's just that 
you're over excited about the play... 

She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the clamoring of her inner feelings, 
praying that this brutal love-making would be over soon, before she gave 
vent to her real emotions. It would be disastrous if that happened. What 
would Phil say, if she told him what she was really thinking, that she 
wanted him to leave her alone, that she didn't enjoy his so-called 
love-making which was really only, as far as she was concerned, crude 
fornication? He'd be hurt and disgusted beyond belief - he probably would 
never forgive her. But did she really want him to leave her alone? Did 
she... ? 

Her tumultuous thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a hoarse, almost 
bestial moan, and she realized that her husband was climaxing. 

His entire body stiffened with almost unbearable tautness. His hands were 
like steel claws digging into her tender flesh as he hovered there for a 
moment, like a giant bird of prey, before soaring down to capture his 
helpless victim. 

And, seconds later, his scream... 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH... OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" 

Then he was pounding against her, his blood-filled cock like a battering ram 
between her sorely stretched legs, filling her completely as he plummeted 
again and again into her hidden vaginal depths. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhh... " he moaned again, as the first scalding 
stream of white-hot fluid erupted from the dark swollen cavern of his 
testicles and rushed headlong into the openly presented warmth of her cuntal 
depths. 

Her nakedly trembling belly felt flooded with the burning liquid. It seemed 
to seep into every crease and crevice of her vagina, before it began to 
trickle slowly out again around the still pumping length of her husband's 
seemingly tireless penis. 

At last, she felt it begin to deflate inside her helplessly deluged cuntal 
passage, and it slipped wetly away, now limp and inert. 

She could hear her husband's heavy, uneven breathing, and she wondered if he 
was already asleep. But after a few moments, he began to stir and then she 
realized that he had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Moments later, 
the steady drone of the shower penetrated her half-conscious brain. 

If only he'd said something, she said miserably, turning her face into the 
pillow. A great well of loneliness and self-pity sprang up inside her, and 
the tears rushed to her eyes. The marriage she had looked forward to for so 
long was turning out to be far different from what she had expected. A 
vision of countless similar nights in the future, when Phil would first make 
love to her, and then forget almost completely about her when he was 
satisfied, rose up in her troubled mind, and she was glad that the noise of 
the shower drowned out, even to her own ears, the convulsive sobs which 
engulfed her. 

* * * 

The needle-sharp spray of the shower tingled Phil's skin and seemed to 
inject him with new energy. The very hot jet of water also seemed to wash 
away the doubts and uncertainties which had assailed him when he had finally 
slipped away from his inert wife. He had expected to feel, as he had in the 
beginning, the thrill of primitive satisfaction, a sensation of masculine 
power. But this time, it was missing. Completely. And he was left with just 
a gnawing emptiness. 

He couldn't bring himself to say anything to his silent young wife... what 
could he say? That she was a disappointment to him as a woman? That she was 
unable to satisfy him? No, he couldn't bring himself to confide his thoughts 
like that in his wife... but he was right, wasn't he? Tonight wasn't the 
first time he had sensed that something was wrong between them. When they 
were first married, Phil was sure that Linda would get over the shyness and 
reticence which, in a way, he found charming. But instead of getting better, 
things only seemed to be getting worse. At first, she had welcomed him with 
open arms, telling him again and again that, although she didn't actually 
reach a climax, she enjoyed and wanted his love-making. But as the weeks 
wore on, she seemed to enjoy it less and less, and now, she didn't even 
pretend that she was interested in him. 

A surge of anger coursed through him as his masculine pride was stung to the 
quick. The magnificent promise that she had held for him, the intimation of 
alluring reward that she had dangled before him when they were engaged was 
now proving to be empty. He recalled involuntarily how he used to long to 
possess that magnificent lithe body, to know the secrets of the golden 
valleys and recesses of her provocative flesh. But she had held out in the 
face of all his persuasions, and had remained a virgin until their wedding 
night. At first, he remembered bitterly, she seemed to be all he had thought 
she would be. But of late... Oh Christ, it's not my fault! he told himself 
harshly. I've tried, but I don't know how to get through to her... 

The nagging voice of his conscience interrupted his thoughts. But you didn't 
try very hard tonight! 

Phil's anguished mind slid back over the moments before their love-making. 
He remembered how exciting she had looked as she undressed. He could see 
clearly the voluptuously sculpted perfection of her sleek contours, the 
casual grace with which she took off her brassiere and panties. She wore a 
look of half-embarrassment, but at the same time, seemed aware of the power 
that her attractiveness held over him, and he had become consumed with 
desire for her. 

He recalled that he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her 
prematurely. He wondered if her slight reluctance made him impatient, afraid 
that his desire was going to be denied him... 

He could feel the familiar stirrings in his now softened cock as he thought 
of his beautiful young wife, as she had looked stretched out nakedly on the 
bed beside him, waiting patiently and docilely. By this time, the water had 
begun to cool off and was now only lukewarm. But Phil hardly noticed it. His 
thoughts were running rampant in his troubled head, and his body was 
awakening to a new sensation of almost vicarious pleasure. He had been 
sexually attracted to Linda from the moment he first saw her, and that 
attraction hadn't died, even though they had been married for over two 
months. He certainly hadn't expected to be tired of her after such a short 
time, but he was sure that the virulent desire he had for her would subside 
when he became more familiar with the wonders of her beautifully streamlined 
body. 

But instead, he was more obsessed with her now than ever before. He thought 
that maybe it was because he hadn't succeeded in possessing her completely, 
body and soul. Some part of her held back and his victory was never 
complete. At least, he never realized that it wasn't, until afterwards, when 
the emptiness grew and left him with a hollow feeling. He was aware that his 
burgeoning cock was by now fully erect again, and almost unconsciously, his 
hand went down to the turgid shaft and grasped it firmly. He realized now 
that the shower was cold, and he wanted to turn it off. 

But he couldn't. He didn't want to do anything to disturb the fragile web of 
fantasy he was weaving around himself. His brain was almost feverish with 
thoughts of his wife, and he couldn't shake loose the images of her naked 
body which were engraving themselves in his tormented mind. His hand began 
to move slowly up and down the hard, blood-heated length of his throbbing 
penis, and the involuntary action seemed to send the blood coursing like 
wildfire through his veins. His brain, already teeming with obscene 
thoughts, seemed to be infected by the mad onrush of impassioned blood, and 
pornographic images twisted and writhed grotesquely before his lust-glazed 
eyes. 

He was like a man in a trance and he didn't know what had happened to him. 
The insane jerking movements of his hand quickened and his fingers raced up 
and down the pulsating surface of his lust-inflated rod. There was an 
unbelievable clamoring in his balls, a tightening which seemed to run right 
up through his drenched young body and culminate in an almost choking 
dryness in his mouth. 

Dominating everything was the image of his beautiful blonde wife. He felt 
maddened with desire for her, and fought the urge to dash back into the 
bedroom, soaking wet as he was, and force her to submit to him again. 

Yes, he wanted to do that, but he didn't. He just stood there in the shower, 
rooted to the spot. He thought of Linda lying in bed in the next room. He 
imagined her hair, like a golden cloud, fanning out over the pillow, her 
lovely naked body half-curled in sleep. He thought of her supine and 
unmoving beneath him as he had fucked her, and remembered how she had seemed 
oblivious to his love-making. 

Conflicting feelings fought desperately inside him. He was angry at her for 
being so unresponsive, for insulting his manhood with her cold ways. But at 
the same time, he felt full of love and tenderness for her. He wanted to 
make things right for her, to show her what love was really like, to make 
her respond the way he knew she could. But surmounting those feelings, was 
an overriding desire, almost animalistic in its passionate intensity, to 
take her and fuck her half to death. 

"Oh Christ... Oh Christ... " he breathed hoarsely, running his tongue over 
his dry lips. His body, wet and cold, felt heated and afire at the same 
time, and strange quivers cavorted along his spine. He was barely aware that 
his own hand was manipulating his lustfully pounding cock, but he realized 
that he was aroused and excited to almost fever pitch. 

All at once, the shower cubicle seemed to be swimming around him, and he 
felt himself caught up in the incessant drone of the needle-fine spray. He 
reached out blindly with his free hand to steady himself, but couldn't find 
a support. 

And then, at the very moment when the water suddenly changed again from cold 
to hot, he felt an explosion deep inside him. His entire body felt shattered 
by a force he didn't immediately recognize, so unprepared mentally was he 
for the fact that he was reaching a climax! 

His pelvis was jerking uncontrollably while his hand slid feverishly up and 
down the angry red length of the rigidly pumping shaft. 

" Aaaaaaahhhhhhh... " he gasped from between clenched teeth, waves of 
pleasure tingling his flesh and making him shake with overwhelming shudders. 
The warmth of his self-induced cumming mingled with the actual heat of the 
shower and he felt as if his body were melting completely, dissolved both 
from within and on the surface. He was cocooned in the steamy world of the 
shower, his only companion the flesh-shattering release he was experiencing. 

Thoughts of his beautiful young wife gradually faded from his riotous brain 
and were replaced by a satisfied calmness as his body returned slowly to 
normal. His orgasm had been swift and unexpected, but it left him feeling 
cleansed. Renewed, almost, and imbued with a feeling of self-confidence. His 
obscene masturbation in the shower revived his faith in his manhood and in 
his power to conquer his beautiful young bride. A primitive surge of animal 
supremacy flooded through him as he made his way back to the bedroom, still 
rubbing himself vigorously with the towel. For the first time in weeks, he 
was able to fall asleep, secure in the belief that things would work out for 
both of them. 

* * * 

She had reached the middle of the stage, and stood staring at the huge 
throng of men who were milling around excitedly a few feet from her. Slowly, 
she began to unbutton the light robe she was wearing, her eyes sweeping 
haughtily over the eagerly upturned faces. A loud, admiring gasp sounded as 
she revealed an enticing glimpse of her naked body, and calmly, she pulled 
back the edges of the flimsy housecoat. 

All at once, the seething mass of men seemed to move closer to her in a 
unanimous surge, and emboldened, she removed her robe with a swift, graceful 
gesture. 

At the same time, she saw that all the men were also divested of their 
clothes and were completely naked, like herself. 

Just then, a voice rang out over the loudspeaker system. "Gentlemen, 
tonight's performance is about to begin, starring Mrs. Linda Hartley." 
Thunderous applause interrupted the announcement and it seemed that the 
naked mass of men was moving inexorably closer to where she stood. "Now, 
first volunteer, please!" 

Immediately, a tall, burly figure leaped up onto the stage, and before she 
had a chance to move away, he was pulling her down to the ground. 
Ruthlessly, her long slender thighs were forced apart, and a muffled moan 
escaped her dry lips as she felt the hard relentless penetration of the 
hulking stranger's blood-filled penis. It was like a granite-hard shaft 
forcing its way into the unprepared depths of her body and she struggled 
feebly to escape the cruel impalement. 

"Now watch closely, gentlemen, and I'm sure Linda will give her usual 
brilliant performance... " The voice droned out, and something stirred in 
the depths of her dazed brain. The show must go on, and I must give a good 
performance, or else I'll lose the part... 

In a moment, it was over. The thick-set stranger began to jerk crazily up 
between her outstretched legs, and she could feel the pervading warmth of 
his gushing male sperm as it flowed deep into her inner cuntal crevices. 

He had hardly withdrawn his now flaccid cock when another figure leaped up 
and took his place. She was barely aware of a stocky, dark figure, of a 
shock of jet-black hair, a cruel, sensuous mouth, before her lips were 
bruised by a hungry demanding kiss. Once again, hard, calloused hands were 
flattened against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them cruelly apart and 
she felt the jabbing stiffness of a fully erect cock at the quivering cuntal 
orifice. 

In another moment, the stranger had entered her with his huge 
blood-distended shaft, and it was tunneling up into her to find the very 
center of her cunt deep in her defenseless little belly. Almost immediately, 
her new partner began a rhythmic pumping into her helplessly pinioned young 
body, and once again, she heard the familiar guttural grunts as he rapidly 
reached a climax. Instantly, two men jumped up beside her. 

"Now boys, take it easy. Remember, one at a time. Everyone will get his 
chance... " Time seemed to stand still after that, and she was only aware of 
the continuous stream of men that took their place up between her widespread 
white legs, and fucked her in turn. 

At last, she couldn't take it any longer. 

"I've got to go now! My husband will be home! Phil will be back... " 

"Now, now, Mrs. Hartley," the robot-like voice droned, "you can't let down 
your audience... " 

"My husband... Phil will be back... Phil... Phil... " Linda sat bolt upright 
in bed, staring around the half-darkened room. Beside her, Phil was sound 
asleep. Her mouth felt dry and there was a dull aching sensation up between 
her trembling legs. Her whole body felt heavy and bruised. Horror engulfed 
her as the obscene details of her dream came crowding back, filling her 
brain with lewd details. 

Oh God, what's happening to me that I had a disgusting dream like that... 
Gratefully, she sank back into the warmth of the bed. She was afraid to go 
back to sleep, for fear of having a lurid repeat of her nightmare, but in 
spite of herself, she' slipped back quickly into a deep and dreamless sleep, 
pushing, for the moment, the details of her dream, completely out of her 
mind. 

CHAPTER TWO 

During the next week, Linda had hardly any time to wonder about the 
significance of her dream. She was kept busy with rehearsals, and every 
spare moment she could snatch from housework she spent going over her lines 
for the play. She became completely immersed in her role, and secretly began 
to wonder what she had ever done with herself before she became involved in 
the Elm Lawn Dramatics Society. She met lots of new people, and for the 
first time, began to feel at home in the community. 

For this new feeling of belonging, she knew she had to thank the Randalls. 
Of course, if she hadn't seen the notice in the supermarket about the 
auditions, she'd never have met Russ and Janet, and she was glad that she 
had taken the first step herself. 

The Randalls seemed to take an immediate liking to her, too, and took her 
under their wing. They were a lot older than she and Phil, but that was all 
to the good, because Janet Randall was so understanding. She seemed to know 
instinctively about the problems which beset a young bride, and Linda felt 
that she had found a friend that she could really trust. Of course, she 
liked Russ, too, but somehow he seemed a little too slick and debonair for 
her. But she knew she'd get used to him in time. He had the part of Jean, 
her servant and future lover in the play, and he was also directing it. 
Janet was the stage manageress. 

Linda was particularly excited when she went to the theater the day when 
Russ had promised that they'd map out the whole first act. She knew, or at 
least Russ had explained, that it was actually a two-act play, but that they 
were combining it to make it a long one-act, with just a. short 
intermission, because another group hoped to put on "The Bear" the same 
night. 

Russ and Janet were already there when she arrived at the theater. It seemed 
to Linda that the Randalls spent most of their time there lately, but she 
realized that they both had heavy commitments. Janet, for instance, was also 
in charge of costumes, and Russ, of course, had his dual job of actor and 
director. Carol Thompson, the girl who was playing the housekeeper, and who 
lived next door to Linda, was not coming tonight, but Janet was going to try 
and stand in for her. 

Linda still felt a little upset because her husband hadn't wanted her to go 
to rehearsal tonight. It was actually the first rehearsal they'd had in the 
evening, all the others being in the morning or afternoon. But the Randalls 
had spent the whole day in Chicago and were only free after dinner. Phil 
just didn't seem to understand how important this was to her. Linda had only 
dabbled in drama at college, but she had maintained an interest in it. Now 
that she had found a wonderful theater group right on her own doorstep, she 
wasn't going to let go of it... not even for Phil! 

"Don't look so worried, Linda... keep that for the second part. Remember, 
right now you're very daring and sophisticated!" Russ smiled at her as he 
instructed her, and Linda was annoyed with herself for letting her thoughts 
show through. 

She couldn't help feeling a little in awe of Russ Randall. He had the effect 
on her of making her feel gauche and unsure of herself, and sometimes she 
felt she really disliked him. But at the same time, there was something very 
attractive about him. He was so worldly and self-assured, and Linda thought 
that he and Janet really made an ideal couple. She was a stunning redhead, 
with an efficient, cheerful way about her that was in direct contrast with 
her husband's slow, drawling charm. All told, Linda felt lucky that she had 
met them and only hoped that Phil would like them, too. 

But he had evinced no interest in meeting them. Linda had tentatively 
suggested that she was thinking of inviting the Randalls over for a drink, 
but he turned the idea down. 

"I hardly ever see you alone," he complained, so she had dropped the idea. 
Things seemed to be going from bad to worse with Phil, she reflected sadly, 
only half listening to what Randall was saying. They just didn't seem to be 
on the same wave-length any more. And the last week was the worst of all. 
Phil seemed to get more and more impatient with her, and even though he 
wanted to make love just as often, every night in fact, he was getting less 
romantic all the time. That really hurt and angered her... the thought that 
he was just using her body for his own pleasure. 

But it was the truth. He just didn't seem interested anymore in making sure 
that she got equal pleasure out of it, the way he did on their honeymoon and 
during the following weeks. Now he was acting the way husbands, so she had 
always been told, acted - turning over and going to sleep without a word 
afterwards. 

"Linda, you're not paying attention," Russ admonished, bringing her back to 
the present. It was difficult keeping her mind on the instructions he was 
giving her, when she had to worry about an irate husband at home. Phil had 
really been upset when he found out that she was going out to rehearsal 
right after dinner. 

"I'm beginning to think you care more about that goddamned play than you do 
about me!" he had raged, and she had felt desperately like consoling him, 
reassuring him that she didn't. But she couldn't swallow her pride, and so 
had stalked out as angry as he. He just doesn't want me to have a life of my 
own, she told herself, to salve her conscience. 

"All right, Linda, let's go through what we've done so far," Russ said, and 
Linda forced her mind to stay on what she had to do. 

It was fun, and Linda found it exciting, even though they were only reading 
the lines. But doing the actual movements really made it seem as if she was 
finally acting, and made her feel as if some progress had been made. 

She thought secretly that Russ was really very good in the part of the 
servant, and she wondered if she would appear amateurish in contrast. He 
moved close to her, still reading his lines, and she could feel the warmth 
of his breath on her cheek. His shoulder and thigh was pressed close to her, 
and instinctively, she moved a step backward. 

"No, don't move, Linda. We're supposed to be very close together. Remember, 
in a short time, we'll be lovers!" 

Linda didn't know what came over her in that split second, but for a long 
moment, she forgot that he was referring to the play. Her eyes flew to his 
and a deep blush burned her face. Randall was staring straight at her, and 
she shrank from the sheer, naked desire that was reflected in his eyes. No, 
I must be imagining it, she told herself, trying desperately to regain her 
equilibrium. She glanced back at the man standing beside her, but he was 
already intent on his lines. 

Oh God, what a fool I am... what must he think of me? 

She tried to concentrate on reading her part, but a part of her brain was 
excruciatingly aware of his closeness. 

And then, she froze, immobile with fear and disbelief. 

Her eyes darted back to his face, but she could see nothing reflected in it 
that acknowledged the unbelievable fact that his hand was casually caressing 
her breast! 

She shot a fearful glance at his wife, but she was also frowning over her 
lines. Interminable seconds ticked by, and Linda felt as if she had been 
crystallized into timelessness. That touch wasn't part of the play... she 
knew that for sure! She was chillingly aware of his illicit touch, and yet, 
didn't know what to do about it. She should pull back, she knew, out of his 
reach, but instead, she just stood rooted to the ground. Dear God, what was 
she to do?... 

She breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when she realized that at last 
the lewd stroking had ceased, and his hand dropped from her quivering 
breast. Conflicting emotions mingled in her reeling brain. How dare he touch 
me like that? What does he think I am, anyway? I ought to put him in his 
place... and quick! But a warning voice intervened. Don't say anything... he 
might get angry and throw you out of the play... The possibility of not 
playing "Miss Julie" after all, chilled her bone to the marrow. She just 
couldn't face Phil if that happened. He'd probably make fun of her, tease 
her about her hopes and aspirations. No, she couldn't let that happen. 

But what if Russ touched her again like that? What if he put his hand on her 
breast again? She stared at the older man, almost imploringly. No, it won't 
happen again, she persuaded herself. It was probably an accident... most 
likely he didn't even notice it... 

For the first time, she was almost grateful when Russ called a halt to the 
rehearsal. 

"Let's go get a drink after all this," he suggested jovially. "I know I 
could do with one!" 

"N-No, I can't," Linda heard herself explaining, "Phil is waiting for me... 
and I said I wouldn't be late." 

"Oh, surely you have time for one," Janet said in a disappointed tone. 

"No, really I... I'd better get back... " Any other time, Linda would have 
jumped at the chance to have a quiet drink with her new friends. But after 
what had happened minutes before, she needed time to think. And the 
convivial atmosphere of a quiet lounge was not the place. She had to sort 
out what had happened, and to decide on a possible course of action, one 
that wouldn't jeopardize her role. On the other hand, she had to decide if 
the whole incident was accidental, and if she was making a mountain out of a 
molehill. 

"Well, some other time, then," Janet said consolingly, "I remember how it 
used to be with an amorous young husband!" 

I doubt if Phil will be very amorous with me tonight, she told herself 
ruefully, hoping that his bad humor would have faded, or even better, that 
he was already in bed. 

"We can run you home - there's no need for you to take a cab," Russ 
suggested, and Linda didn't feel she could refuse. It would certainly save 
her the trouble of calling for a taxi. 

The three of them sat in the front seat, Linda in the middle. She was almost 
sorry she had declined their offer of a drink, as the short drive was very 
pleasant and relaxing. 

"Drop me off first, honey," Janet said, "and I'll keep the bed warm for 
you!" She winked broadly at her husband as he turned into the dead end 
street where they lived. 

Linda felt a pang of unease as the gorgeous redhead slid out of the car, 
leaving her alone with Russ Randall. Although her own home was only a couple 
of blocks away, she hadn't thought that she'd be alone with him, for even 
this short length of time. 

You're worrying about nothing, she chided herself, willing her tensed body 
to relax. 

She heaved a silent sigh of relief when they pulled up in front of her 
house. She noticed that the light in the living room was still on, and knew 
that Phil was waiting for her. 

"Thanks for the ride home, Russ," she said, trying to keep her voice normal. 
"Wednesday's the next rehearsal, right?" 

Russ' movement was so swift that she didn't have time to realize what was 
happening. His arms were around her suddenly, and her head was tilted back. 
And then, his hot, moist lips were crashing down on hers, cutting off her 
breath momentarily. Linda's head swam and she couldn't coordinate her 
thoughts to order her body into resistance. 

Randall's mouth was tight and grinding, his teeth cutting into her lips, his 
tongue forcing its way lewdly in between her teeth. She flinched as it came 
into contact with her own tongue. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, as 
it began to swirl slowly around inside the warm moist cavern. 

Suddenly, strength came back to Linda with the terrible realization that her 
husband might be watching her out of the living room window. 

She drummed her fists against Randall's hard muscular chest and finally 
managed to pull her sore, bruised mouth away from his demanding lips. 

"Linda, darling, don't go... " But Linda was already out of the car, her 
heart pounding like a drum, her throat choking with fear. Blindly, she ran 
up the driveway, and fumbling awkwardly with her front door key, let herself 
into the safety of her home. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Linda was still trembling as she closed the door behind her. She waited 
silently for a few moments, and then drew a gasp of relief when she heard 
the sound of Randall's car pulling off. Instinctively, her hand flew to her 
mouth. It felt tender and bruised, and she hoped she could reach the safety 
of the bedroom before Phil saw her. Her heart was thudding, and she felt as 
if the blood had quickened in her veins. 

She knew that if she came face to face with her husband now, before she had 
a chance to calm herself, he would know that something had happened. He 
might even question her, and she wouldn't be able to conceal the obscene 
truth from him. Cautiously, she began to edge along the hall to the bedroom 
"Linda, is that you?" 

She froze at the sound of her name, and then would have darted into the 
bedroom. But Phil opened the door of the living room and saw her. 

"What kept you till now?" he queried, his voice rough and angry. 

"It's not so late," she parried, her throat dry, "but anyway I think I'll go 
right to bed. I'm rather tired... " 

"What have you been doing that makes you so tired?" her husband sneered, and 
Linda felt a pang of fear clutching at her heart. 

"Come and have a drink with me," Phil went on, flinging open wide the door 
to the living room. Oh God, he's been drinking! she thought fearfully, 
desperately trying to pull herself together. But I'd better go along with 
what he wants... with the mood he's in, there's no telling how he'll behave 
if I don't... 

"That sounds like a good idea, darling," she said out loud, feigning 
cheerfulness, and following him into the warm, brightly lit room. 

Linda saw immediately, with mounting apprehension, that the bottle of Scotch 
was half empty, and knew that he had drunk most of it since she'd left. 
Without asking her, he poured a large measure for her, and added only a 
small amount of soda. 

She took the drink silently, not wanting to make a fuss about it. She'd just 
pretend to drink it, and maybe that would satisfy him. He was almost like a 
stranger to her. 

His hair was disheveled and his eyes were glittering with a strange 
intensity. But worst of all, he radiated a menacing aura of fear, which made 
her skin tingle. "Well, how did the rehearsal go?" he said, a slight note of 
contempt evident in his voice. 

"Oh fine, same as usual," she replied nonchalantly. But it wasn't the same 
as usual. Russ put his hand on my breast and afterwards on the way home, he 
kissed me passionately. 

"You don't seem too happy about it," he needled exasperatingly. 

"It's just that I'm tired," she said truthfully. Did he guess anything? He's 
looking at me in such a strange way... 

"Maybe this acting business is getting to be too much for you. Maybe you 
ought to give it up and just stay at home, the way a wife should... " The 
taunting tone of her husband's voice irked the guilty young wife. 

Her fingers tightened around her glass and she took a deep swallow of the 
burning liquid. 

"Yes, maybe you ought to give it all up," Phil went on inexorably. "I want a 
wife that's home occasionally, not a gadabout that I hardly ever see!" 

Linda couldn't take it any longer. Criticism of her one interest cut her to 
the quick, and she felt a crushing sense of injustice. 

"It's all right for you to talk!" she lashed out. "You go out to the bank 
every day, meet people and have a nice lunch in a restaurant with your 
buddies. I'm stuck here alone all day, with nothing to do but wash dishes 
and dust the furniture!" 

Tears sprang to her eyes. Is this what I went to college for? she asked 
herself miserably. Anyone can do housework, but I'll go crazy if I'm stuck 
at home all day... 

"Well, well," Phil sneered, "this must be Women's Lib talking!" 

"It's not!" Linda retorted hotly. "You just don't understand. I've got to 
have something more than just housework!" 

"So you've found your life's purpose in amateur dramatics?" 

Anger welled up inside the distraught young wife. He has no right to make 
fun of me like that! I'm fully entitled to spend my time as I wish... 

"It's not any worse than selling my soul to a bank!" 

As soon as she'd said it, she regretted her cruel remark. She could see that 
it had hit home, because Phil's face had blanched and an ugly look came into 
his eyes. When they had both graduated, and Phil was still trying to decide 
which of the many offers to accept, he was torn between this position in the 
bank, with prestige, security and plenty of fringe benefits, and the 
outwardly less advantageous but basically more satisfying one of a junior 
partnership in a small but growing public relations firm. He himself had 
tended toward the P.R. position, because it was something that he was 
interested in, and which seemed to offer the opportunity of being his own 
boss right from the start. 

But it was mainly Linda who persuaded him to settle for the bank. Although 
"Public Relations" had a magic ring, as far as a certain segment of her 
friends were concerned, she herself couldn't see past the shabby office in a 
seedy part of the city, and the happy-go-lucky attitude of the other 
partners. So she had succeeded in swaying Phil in the direction of security, 
a modern office... and total lack of freedom! 

Worse still, she had just thrown his decision, which was all her doing, back 
in his face! 

"Oh Phil, I didn't mean... " she began lamely, but stopped, the words dying 
in her parched throat, as her enraged husband took a menacing step forward. 

"You goddamn bitch!" he spat venomously. "You were the one who wanted me to 
take that job, so that you could boast to your friends. You were able to 
twist me around your little finger, and now you have nothing but contempt 
for me!" 

"Phil, I'm sorry! I... " she sobbed piteously, panic enveloping her like a 
clammy cloud. 

"You're sorry!" he jeered viciously. "I work my balls off every day, 
humbling myself before those goddamned jerks in the office, all to make you 
happy! You've got everything you want, and still you spend the day - and 
night - fucking around with a two-bit drama group!" 

"It's not two-bit!" she protested feebly. "And Strindberg isn't exactly a 
second-rater!" 

"Don't get on your high-horse with me!" her angry young husband snapped. "I 
think this part you've got has gone to your head. I want you to call them 
tomorrow and tell them you're dropping out!" 

Linda stared at him in disbelief. He was ordering her, actually ordering her 
to give up her leading role! 

"You're crazy!" she gasped falteringly. "You want me to stay at home and be 
stultified. That's how much you think of me! Well, I'm telling you one thing 
right now, and that's this -that no matter what you say or do, I'm not 
giving up the one interest I have!" There was a light of battle in her eye, 
but Phil ignored it. 

"That's a fine way for a wife of two months to be talking! I'll have you 
remember that you promised to "honor and obey" me, since you've obviously 
conveniently forgotten all about that!" 

"Oh, that's just outdated garbage," she retorted impatiently. "Besides, I'm 
not neglecting anything else, so why should you worry? I keep the house 
tidy, and you get dinner every night--." 

"Dinner? You call a bologna sandwich and leftover potato salad dinner?" 

Linda flushed, guilt stirring in her brain. She had been a little neglectful 
of late... but she was so busy with learning her lines and going to 
rehearsals... Phil just didn't seem to understand! 

"I'm going to bed now... we can finish this discussion in the morning," she 
said icily, putting her drink down on the table. 

"Not so fast honey," Phil sneered. "It just so happens I'd like to finish it 
now!" 

"What else do you have to say?" she asked wearily, sighing audibly. 

"Don't give me any of that sighing crap! You think you're above any 
criticism or suggestions, but let me tell you that you've got a long way to 
go baby, before you come even near to being a competent wife!" 

"W-What do you mean?" Linda stammered, fear and resentment merging into one 
inside her quaking depths. 

Phil noticed her discomfiture and launched into attack. 

"You think you know everything, and that dusting and cooking is all that 
there is to being a wife. Well, honey, you've got it all wrong, because the 
most important part of all, you don't know a goddamned thing about!" 

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" she gasped, her face 
reddening. Why did he have to go on like this? Couldn't he see she was tired 
and upset... why did he have to insult her like this? 

"Oh yes you do," Phil insisted, finishing the rest of his drink in a deep 
swallow. He reeled slightly, and Linda knew that all the alcohol he'd 
consumed was beginning to tell on him at last. "A wife who isn't a good 
lay," he went on crudely, "no matter how good she is in other ways, isn't 
worth a damn! And honey, you're not a good lay!" 

Linda blanched, her hands doubling into fists. She had never felt so 
insulted in her life. 

"H-How dare you?" she gasped in disbelief. "How dare you say such 
disgusting, vile things?" 

"Well, it's only the truth," he said lamely. 

"Has it ever occurred to you that some of the fault could be yours. That the 
reason that I'm not, as you put it, a "good lay," is because you're like an 
animal in bed, with no consideration for anything but yourself!" Phil was 
thunderstruck. His eyes seemed glazed and his mouth hung open in disbelief. 
Linda couldn't resist a final blow. 

"You're so crude and disgusting that you'd turn any woman off making love!" 

Instantly, Linda knew that she'd gone too far. She had goaded him beyond 
human bearing, and she could see, in one terror-stricken moment, that he was 
out for revenge. She had wounded his masculine pride mortally, and she was 
sure he'd never forgive her. 

But she was completely unprepared for what happened next. He was beside her 
in a split second, and she didn't even see him raising his hand. She was 
aware of nothing but the sharp, stinging blow, flat across her face, that 
sent her reeling over backwards. She fell, stunned, in a crumpled heap on 
the floor, unable to move. 

Phil was terrified. 

"Linda! Linda honey, I didn't mean... I'm sorry!" 

He was beside her, crouching over her motionless body, his voice weak with 
concern and fear. 

She opened her eyes wide and stared at her husband. 

Phil shrank back from the utter loathing reflected in them, not knowing what 
to say. 

"Get away from me, you... you brute!" she whispered vehemently, staring at 
him with revulsion. 

Something inside Phil snapped at that moment. He felt he had taken all he 
could bear from his wife. She had insulted him in a way which no man worthy 
of the name could stand, and now she had contemptuously rejected his 
overture of peace. Well, he'd had enough of her. 

She had driven him over the brink, and any man would have reacted in the 
same way. She deserved all she got, and a hell of a lot more. 

Unsteadily, he got to his feet, and towered over her. 

"Well, I think it's time you learned who's boss here," he threatened, his 
voice thick and hoarse. "I've had enough of your contempt and insults. You 
don't think much of me as a man, that's obvious, but by Christ, you'll 
change your mind before this evening's out... " Linda cringed under his 
domineering words. She knew she shouldn't have told him to get away like she 
did, but she just couldn't help herself. That slap across the face was the 
final straw. He couldn't be let get away with treating her like that. He had 
to learn that she was a person in her own right, not some appendage of his 
to do as he bid, without a mind of her own. 

"GET UP!" 

Linda stared up sullenly as she heard his harsh command. It seemed to her as 
if every bone in her body ached, and even if she wanted to, which she 
didn't, she didn't think she could bring herself to rise. 

"GET UP, I SAID, OR BY GOD, I'LL MAKE YOU!" 

What am I going to do? she thought helplessly, castigating herself mentally 
for not being able to hold her tongue. If she could have accepted his peace 
offering, she wouldn't be in this humiliating position now. 

"Please, Phil, let's talk calmly about this... " she began hopefully, 
praying that she wasn't too late. Maybe he'd relent now, and in a few 
minutes, they could laugh about this whole incident. 

"Please, Phil," he mimicked cruelly, "it's a bit late for that, isn't it?" 
He prodded her brutally with his shoe. "Now get up!" 

Linda knew it was futile to resist. Gathering every last ounce of her 
energy, she tried to hoist herself to her feet. With painful slowness, she 
succeeded in standing, and stood there, head down, not daring to look at her 
infuriated husband. 

"What do you want of me?" 

Her martyred tone irritated Phil further and quenched any latent spark of 
sympathy he might have felt. 

"Get your clothes off!" 

"What?" Linda gasped, hardly daring to believe her ears. 

"Take your clothes off, I said, and do it quick!" 

"You're crazy!" Linda said for the second time that evening. "If you think 
I'm going to be partner to one of your revolting schemes, you're mistaken!" 

"I don't think it, I know it!" Phil spat, and reaching out suddenly, pulled 
roughly at her blouse. Linda gasped as the small pearl buttons gave, 
revealing the lushly swelling mounds of her brassiere-encased breasts. 

"Oh God, leave me alone!" she whimpered piteously, but Phil hardly heard 
her. 

He was staring with bulging eyes at the curvaceous softness of her trembling 
breasts, and he took an excited step forward. Swiftly, he reached out and 
yanked away the confining brassiere, baring the quivering silkiness of the 
perfectly-formed ovals. 

Linda was in a daze. She couldn't really believe that this was happening to 
her, that the bestial maniac standing beside her was really her own husband 
of only two months. She moaned softly with pain as his fingers tightened on 
her vulnerably naked breasts, squeezing the rosy nipples into hard little 
nuggets, tugging unmercifully at them. 

Phil's hands dropped suddenly and began to fumble with the zipper of her 
skirt, finally getting it down and yanking the skirt down over the softly 
rounded flare of her hips, until she was standing there clad only in her 
thin white nylon panties. 

"Oh God, please no, Phil," she pleaded softly, humiliation welling up inside 
her. But her husband paid no heed to her entreaty. His eyes were glued to 
the gradual revealing of her lithe and shapely body, and already his fingers 
were pulling at the last remaining vestige of her modesty. She tried to stop 
him from pulling down her panties, but all resistance was futile. She was 
afraid of really angering him by struggling, and yet she was mortified to 
the core of her being by what was happening to her. She couldn't look her 
handsome young husband in the face as she stood there, completely naked and 
degraded before him. 

But he hardly seemed aware of her misery. He was obviously aroused by the 
sight of her splendidly sculpted body, and moved closer to her, breathing 
heavily until he was circling her with his eager arms. 

"Mmmm, you look so lovely, let's make love," he said passionately, his anger 
abated. 

But his words were complete anathema to the shame-stricken young wife. 

"Leave me alone!" she spat, her bravado returned. "You make me sick!" The 
very thought of making love was revolting to her and she couldn't restrain 
her harsh remark. 

In a moment, Phil was transformed again. 

"Oh, you goddamned bitch! I'll teach you this time!" 

With a rude shove, he pushed her down to the floor, sending her sprawling 
face down in an ungainly position on the rug. 

Immediately Phil was beside her, his hands on the flaccid mounds of her 
helplessly upthrust buttocks. There was a strange, terrifying intensity in 
his rough caresses of her buttocks, but she was too frightened to struggle. 

He pried apart the softly fleshed ovals, revealing the dark split of her 
anal crevice to his hungry gaze. He stared at the forbidden nether crack 
with growing lust, straining the surrounding sensitive flesh beyond 
endurance. He didn't know what he was doing. He felt driven by some inner 
compulsion to hurt and humiliate his haughty young wife, to break her in 
mind and spirit. He was aware of the awakening arousal of his stirring cock, 
and knew that he wanted to debase his young blonde wife in the most 
degrading way possible. 

The sight of her helpless young body spread out belly-down on the rug gave 
him an extra surge of sadistic power. She was crouched over fearfully, her 
shapely little ass-cheeks waving tremulously in the air. Her beautiful 
honey-blonde hair was fanned out around her head, and her whole body was 
trembling with suppressed sobs of panic and fear. 

Without thinking, he began to probe at the tiny dark opening of her anus 
with his middle finger. His panic-stricken young wife cringed back from the 
lewd assault, and her obvious shame and terror lent him a cruel bravado. 
Without further hesitation, he rammed the tip of his middle finger up into 
the tightly resisting rectal aperture. 

"Aaaaaaarrrrhhhhhh... " Linda sobbed wildly, waving her hopelessly pinioned 
buttocks madly in an attempt to dislodge the unnatural intruder. "No, no, 
what are you doing to me?", she screamed. 

But her struggles and horror only made her enraged husband poke more 
insistently at her defenseless little anus and he continued to screw his 
middle finger deep up into the futilely opposing sphincter. When it was 
embedded almost to the second knuckle, he began to rotate it around in the 
tight, dry channel, widening it and stretching it painfully. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh... Please stop... " Linda begged, her whole body aflame 
from the brutal skewering that was sending shoots of pain stabbing along her 
spine. Oh dear God, what did I do to deserve this? she asked herself again 
and again. She tried to cry, to relieve the mortifying ache that was 
building up deep inside her, but no tears would come. Already her head and 
knees ached from the unnaturalness of her hunched-over position, and she 
felt she'd do anything to alleviate her unbelievable misery. 

She couldn't help gasping with relief when she was aware that her husband 
had at last withdrawn his impaling finger. 

The pain in her loins began to subside, and she began to hope that he would 
leave her alone now. 

But her hopes were short-lived. 

Almost immediately, she felt the sorely-bruised cheeks of her buttocks being 
strained apart once more, the tender inner flesh almost splitting from the 
sadistic force being exerted on it. 

"Oh please, Phil, please leave me alone," she mumbled incoherently, a dull 
despondency creeping up on her. She couldn't take any more of this. She'd 
crack up, and there was no telling what she'd do then. 

Phil stared down at the puckered little orifice that he had so brutally 
penetrated with his finger only moments before, a cruel smile hovering 
around his lips. His rigidly erected cock was pounding painfully inside his 
tight pants, and he reached down with his free hand and released it. It 
jumped out through his open fly, stiff and hard and throbbing with 
passionate intensity. There was a deep, insistent churning in his balls, and 
Phil felt possessed by a virile strength such as he hadn't experienced in a 
long time. Grasping the lust-hardened circumference of his pulsating penis, 
he guided it towards the pitifully small anal opening. 

Linda pulled forward as if stung when she felt the warm rubbery hardness 
against her secret rectum, panic seizing her and making her shake with new 
fear. 

She couldn't believe it, and yet, there was no denying that it was Phil's 
penis that was jabbing at her from behind! How could he even think of doing 
something so horrible to her? Not even animals did this! Frightening, 
impossible thoughts began to form in the tormented young wife's brain, 
thoughts which she tried to banish or ignore. But she couldn't. Her head was 
reeling, and her knuckles were white from the convulsive clutching at the 
tufts of the rug. The hammering of her heart sounded to her like a death 
knell in the otherwise still living room. For a long moment, she thought she 
must be going mad; she hoped that she was, because that would mean that what 
was happening to her was not a reality. 

But she had no such consolation. Grim, searing reality in the form of 
blinding pain jarred her into a realization of her position. Her husband's 
fingers tightened like a pair of vises on her bruised and welted buttocks, 
and she was sure she was split in two by his sadistic pulling apart of her 
quivering ass-cheeks. 

Phil positioned the hard, burgeoning head of his pulsing shaft at the vainly 
cringing entrance to her rectum, and held it there for a long moment. He 
could feel the frightened quivering of the tiny puckered opening, and the 
knowledge that his wife was at last deathly afraid of him and what he might 
do to her, filled him with an exhilarating sense of power. She was under his 
control now, in spite of all her talk about having rights of her own, and 
now he'd teach her that this was the way she should be, completely 
subjugated to him. 

Drawing his breath in sharply, he lunged forward with sudden swiftness, 
holding his wife's trembling buttocks in a firm, iron-like grip. 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH... " she sobbed wildly as white-hot flames of 
unbelievable pain coursed through her. She struggled like an animal in a 
trap, instinctively trying to escape. But Phil plunged inexorable forward, 
using brute strength to force the granite-hard tip of his lust-distended 
cock past the protective outer membrane of her fearfully cringing sphincter. 

"Oh God, stop, you're killing me... " Linda sobbed harshly, and then 
resistance, rational thought, shame, everything was swept aside by the 
paralyzing sheet of pain which engulfed her. Phil had penetrated her with 
his blood-swollen cock! 

Pain took over completely, driving every thought out of her mind. She felt 
that every nerve ending, every muscle and ounce of bone was screaming out 
from the overpowering agony which enveloped her. Her head felt as if it was 
being pounded against an anvil, and she was sure that the worst torture ever 
devised couldn't be worse than this. 

Phil stared down with lewd satisfaction at the sight of his huge, pulsating 
cock halfway embedded in his wife's sorely stretched anus. For a moment, he 
thought he wouldn't be able to enter her, and was about to abandon the 
effort. But he had accomplished his lewd desire, through sheer, brute force. 
With an animalistic grunt, he began to ram his thickly driving rod of flesh 
forward again, shoving it inch by torturous inch up into the helplessly 
distended anal passage. 

"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH... OOOHHHHH GOD... !!!" Linda moaned pitifully, as the 
blood-swollen shaft continued to skewer mercilessly up into her. At long 
last, Phil hit bottom. He had managed to bury his long thick cock to the 
hilt in her thumb-spread rectal depths! 

Linda felt as if she had been split in two. Her husband's cruelly plundering 
cock was like a red-hot poker rammed up her rectum, which in turn set fire 
to her spinal column and ended in an explosion in her dazed, disbelieving 
brain. 

"Well, Linda, how do you like being fucked in the ass?" 

The obscene words tore at her lacerated heart, and once again, she felt an 
overwhelming tide of mortification. She had never dreamed that such things 
as this existed, let alone that her own husband would do such a thing to 
her. It was like something out a horror story, and as long as she lived, she 
didn't think she could forget it. 

With a grunt, Phil began to withdraw, pulling out his hotly throbbing penis 
from the dry, clutching walls of her abused rectum. When just the 
lust-enlarged head was still buried up inside, he surged forward again, this 
time forcing his way without a break right to the depths of her rectum. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh... stop... please stop... " But Linda had abandoned all 
hope now. Her husband had turned into a vicious monster that she didn't 
recognize and it was obvious that no amount of pleading would do any good. 
They were long past that stage, and there was no alternative open to her, 
but to accept her punishment. Yes, because that was what it was - 
punishment, for wanting a life of her own! Phil couldn't seem to grasp the 
fact that it was really no reflection on him that she wanted interests 
outside the home. So, to make up for his feeling of inadequacy, he was 
brutally subjugating her like this. Well, if he wanted to tame her, this was 
the wrong way! I'll get even with him, she resolved forgetting her pain and 
mortification temporarily in a vision of revenge and triumph. 

Phil began a slow, clumsy sawing in and out of her gradually relaxing 
rectum. Tiny warm trickles of male pre-cum moistened the tender inner walls 
and made his lewd journey easier. He was exulting fully in the obscene act 
he was perpetrating on his miserable wife, and felt himself to be getting 
his back on her for the insults she had plied on him. This'll teach her 
who's boss, he smiled, baring his teeth in a cadaver-like grin. 

He plunged wildly between her sorely parted ass-cheeks, scouring the 
lacerated passage with his pile-driving cock, sinking it to the hilt in her 
helplessly squirming back passage. She seemed resigned to her fate now, and 
that thought pleased him. 

He had conquered her, forced her into shameful submission by his superior 
strength! He was near to climaxing, he knew, and all at once, he wanted to 
empty his male sperm into her ass, to fill her with his seething liquid as a 
final assault on her humiliated body. 

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming! Move that ass of yours, I'm cumming now!" 

Linda barely heard his hoarse moans of orgasm. She was in a sort of limbo, 
just waiting numbly for the moment when he would release her. She felt the 
searing wetness on his on-rushing semen, felt it seep obscenely into her 
forever abused rectum. And at last, his movements grew less frantic, and she 
could feel the gradual deflation of his punishing penis. 

Moments later, he slipped from her lewdly cum-flooded rectum, and crumpled 
down on the floor beside her. Summoning all her last remaining will-power, 
she dragged herself to an upright position, and stumbled sobbing towards the 
bedroom. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

It was already after ten, and Linda knew that Phil hadn't gone to work. She 
didn't know why he decided to skip today, and she didn't care. She knew she 
should get up, but somehow couldn't bring herself to make the effort. Every 
bone in her body seemed to ache with a separate pain, and there was an 
intense throbbing in her temple. 

Her thighs felt stiff and heavy, and every movement, however slight, was an 
effort. But apart from the physical discomfort, there was a deep, nagging 
feeling of unhappiness and misery gnawing away inside her. She felt utterly 
and hopelessly betrayed, and she doubted she would ever feel the same about 
Phil again. Every fear and humiliation she had ever felt before paled in 
comparison with what her husband had done to her. The fact that she had felt 
so guilty and upset over a kiss that a friend had given her, and over which 
she had no control, seemed ridiculous to her now. 

I'll never forgive him, never! she told herself fiercely. He had violated 
her in a way she had never dreamed possible, and she didn't think she could 
hold her head up in public again. The memory of her husband's lustfully 
driven penis forcing its way into the secret confines of her rectum sent a 
shiver coursing down her spine, and she closed her eyes to black out the 
dreadful vision. 

She still felt a primitive urge for revenge. But she didn't know how she 
could get it. The fact was, she wanted to hurt and humiliate Phil as he had 
hurt and humiliated her. She wanted him to know the pain and agony of 
complete disregard for feeling, the despair of feeling the marital vows 
irretrievably broken. He had promised to "cherish" her... it only took him a 
couple of months to break that vow! 

Linda realized that some of the fault was hers. She knew she shouldn't have 
needled him the way she did. She realized fully that she had really insulted 
him, and by refusing his overtures of reconciliation, had only made matters 
much worse. It was guilt over what happened with Russ, she reflected, that 
made her so touchy. Otherwise she would have ascertained right away what 
kind of mood he was in, and would have averted his anger. But things hadn't 
worked out that way, and she had paid fully, even for what wasn't her fault. 

One thing was clear in her mind, however. She wanted to drop out of the 
play. She thought that Phil might see this as capitulation to what he 
wanted, and maybe in a way it was. But she just couldn't stand the thought 
of interminable arguments and disagreements over how her time was spent. 
Maybe later on, when things were more settled between them. 

She had to admit to herself, however, that she didn't really want to face 
Randall again. The lewd gesture he made, caressing her breast in full view 
of his wife, combined with the outrageous way he had taken advantage of her 
and kissed her, made her feel apprehensive and unsure. What if he tried the 
same thing again? What would she do? How could she ward him off? She knew 
she could try going on as before, and then if he tried anything, she could 
say she was dropping her role in the play. But what explanation would she 
give to Phil? Worse still, would Phil even let her attend another rehearsal? 

She had experienced the violent edge of her husband's temper; she was afraid 
to try it again. She heard the phone ringing in the living room, and 
forgetting for a moment that Phil was there, jumped up out of bed. It 
stopped ringing as she reached for her robe, and she knew that Phil had 
answered it. I might as well get dressed now, she said resignedly. 

Her body didn't feel quite so tired and strained, now that she was up, and 
she promised herself a long soak in the tub once the main chores were done. 
She wondered what she'd say to Phil. Would he apologize, or would he just 
ignore her? Or would he act as if nothing had happened? 

She still hadn't decided on her own course of action when she went into the 
kitchen. Phil was there, drinking a cup of coffee. 

"That was Janet Randall," he said tonelessly. "There's a rehearsal tonight 
instead of Wednesday, and she told me to come as well." 

Linda was surprised into querying: "And are you going to come?" 

"I don't know yet. Maybe I will," Phil replied, returning his full attention 
to his coffee and the morning paper. 

* * * 

The drive to the theater was silent and uncomfortable, just as the long day 
had been. Phil himself would liked to have done something about it, but 
didn't know quite what to say. He wanted to apologize, to make up with his 
miserable young bride, but he was afraid of a rebuke. Also, he had a feeling 
that she wouldn't really respect him for it. But she looked so unhappy and 
withdrawn that his heart went out to her. 

She was obviously very hurt by what he had done. He couldn't really blame 
her for that. He didn't really know what came over him; he just knew that he 
had felt derided and jeered beyond all endurance. 

He had to admit also that he felt jealous of all the time she was spending 
at the theater. It left her tired and short-tempered, and she seemed even 
less inclined than ever for making love. In fact, it seemed to him that she 
was trying to ease the intimate side of marriage right out of her life. He 
didn't really mind the leftovers for dinner, the disarray in the house. It 
was just that she didn't seem interested in him physically. And the thing 
that hurt was, she had in the beginning. Although she had never reached a 
climax with him, she was loving and demonstrative during their honeymoon and 
the weeks that followed, but now the problem had escalated with her 
involvement in the theater. That was one of the reasons that he'd decided to 
accompany her there tonight. And another one was, that Janet Randall had 
sounded very interesting and pleasant. 

She had told him that she was eager to meet him, and had extracted a promise 
from him to come with Linda. He tried to recall what his wife had told him 
about her new friends, but all he could remember was that this woman was a 
redhead. Well, the mood he was in now, no matter what kind of a woman she 
was, she was so friendly and pleasant over the phone, that he was more than 
ready to like her. He was flabbergasted when he saw her. As soon as they 
stepped into the foyer of the theater, one of the most attractive women he'd 
ever seen in his life came hurrying over to them. 

"You must be Phil," she said effusively, "Linda has told us so much about 
you! I'm Janet Randall." 

He couldn't keep his eyes off her. She had very seductive green eyes, made 
all the more alluring because of the flaming intensity of the russet hair 
that wisped around her face. She was wearing tight blue levis, topped by a 
skinny sweater which emphasized the voluptuous contours of her proudly 
upswept breasts. There was an inviting swing to her curved hips as she led 
them over to where her husband was, and Phil was mesmerized by her 
provocative walk. 

Janet introduced him to her husband, Russ, and although he was prepared to 
dislike his wife's leading man, Phil couldn't help finding him likeable. He 
had an easy going way about him, and an obvious ability to put people at 
their ease. 

"Well, honey," Randall said at length, "why don't you show Phil around the 
place, while we get going on the first act?" 

"That's a great idea," Janet agreed, and linking her arm through Phil's, she 
led the way around the back of the stage. 

Phil wasn't really interested in the building, but he didn't mind a guided 
tour, just so long as Janet was the guide. 

She pointed out the lighting system, the prompter's box, the dressing rooms, 
with ease, and with a style that made them seem interesting even to Phil. 

"C'mon," she laughed suddenly, "I can tell you're not really interested. 
Let's have a drink and get to know each other!" 

Phil laughed as well, and followed her into one of the small dressing rooms. 

"This is the one Russ is using, and this is where he keeps the booze. 
Normally, we don't allow drinking during rehearsal, but I think this is a 
special occasion!" 

She produced a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. 

"I hope you like it neat, because that's the only way you can have it!" 

Phil liked Janet. After Linda's silent withdrawal, the redhead was like a 
breath of fresh air, with her good-humored comments and the obvious pleasure 
she took out of life. 

"Now tell me all about yourself," she said, after she had handed him a 
glass. 

"There's not much to tell," he admitted. "That is, I've never done anything 
really exciting or interesting." 

"Oh come on," Janet protested, "you've only managed to land yourself a plum 
job in a bank, and one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen. You must 
have something; don't be so modest!" 

Phil found himself blushing. It wasn't often that a woman, especially a very 
attractive one, took the trouble to draw him out of himself. Usually he was 
the open, extroverted one, capable of getting on with anyone. It was this 
quality which made the two partners in the public relations firm believe 
that he would be very successful with them, and which had prompted them to 
make the offer of a partnership to him. 

Janet looked out over the rim of her glass at the uneasy young husband. He 
was just as she had imagined him to be. Aggressive, touchy, but beneath it 
all, unsure of himself and anxious to please. They make a nice pair, though, 
she had to admit to herself. But it's obvious things aren't going too well 
at the moment for them... 

"Yes, I think you're very lucky to have a wife like Linda. Apart from being 
so pretty, she'll be a real asset to you socially, and you'll need that in 
your job, I'm sure. You two must be very happy." 

Phil smiled weakly. Were they happy? He didn't know anymore. Things seemed 
to be going so badly. Only married just over two months, and already Linda 
was fed up with being a housewife. And he, a newlywed husband, had actually 
fucked his young bride in the ass! 

A blush crept up his face as he recalled what had happened last night. What 
would Janet, who seemed to have such a high opinion of him, think if she 
knew just what kind of a man he was? What if Linda told her how he had 
abused her? Suddenly, he realized that he didn't want the beautiful redhead 
to know about his behavior. He was ashamed now of losing his temper in that 
disgusting way, and fervently hoped she'd never find out the truth about 
him. 

"You're deep in thought, I must say," Janet quipped, "thinking about that 
cute little wife of yours?" 

Phil's face reddened again. He was almost beginning to believe that she 
could read his mind. 

"Aha, so I was right," Janet teased. She sensed a mystery and would love to 
have discovered just what happened to disturb the two young lovebirds. 

"Here, have another drink. Maybe it will make you more talkative. I'm 
beginning to think I'm here all alone!" 

Phil felt embarrassed. He had neglected his lovely companion, so deeply 
engrossed he became in his own thoughts. 

"Well, tell me about yourself - and I'm sure there's a lot to tell!" Phil 
said, trying to sound natural. 

"I'm afraid I'm just a normal housewife, who spends her time keeping the 
house and looking after her husband. Apart from dabbling in the theater, of 
course." 

"At least you probably don't neglect your husband!" Phil couldn't help 
retorting. 

"Oh goodness no! I'd be afraid to do that. After all, I might lose him!" 

"I'm sure that wouldn't happen," Phil rejoined quickly. "It's obvious he's 
crazy about you!" 

"Sure he is, but a guy can get tired of a woman mighty quickly, if she 
doesn't keep up to the mark." 

She's right, Phil found himself thinking. Much as I love Linda, I couldn't 
go on for very long if she keeps up her coldness and disinterest in sex... 

"I'm sure you, as a man and a husband, would agree with that," Janet said 
slyly, watching him closely out of the corner of her eye. 

"I couldn't agree more," Phil said with sudden vehemence. "I believe a 
woman's place is in the home, and her first responsibilities are to her 
husband." 

Hmmm, so she isn't putting out for him, Janet thought shrewdly, assessing 
the situation in a flash. 

"Not that you'd have any problem like that with Linda," she went on aloud. 
"I can tell you, I get quite jealous of her. She has such a beautiful figure 
too... she looks made for loving!" 

Phil started at his companion's frank words. But it was the truth. That's 
what he himself had always thought - that his beautiful blonde fiancee was 
made for love. That was before he found out the truth - that she wasn't 
interested in him or his love-making. 

"However, I always think that some of the trouble is bound to lie with the 
husband." 

"How is that?" Phil asked, suddenly uneasy. 

"Well, some husbands, particularly young, inexperienced ones, expect a 
complete response from their wives right away, and when it doesn't come, 
blame it on them. When, in fact, it is often the husband's whole approach 
that is wrong!" 

Phil found himself gripping his glass. He remembered Linda's words about "an 
animal" and how "he'd turn any woman off making love." Was it all his fault? 
Was it because of him that things were turning out so badly? Janet again 
interrupted his self-accusatory thoughts. "Anyway, why are we talking about 
disturbing things like that? I'm sure you'd never have any such problem." 

"Well, I... " 

"A guy like you would certainly know how to handle his wife, even when she 
is so young and innocent as Linda! You can't tell me otherwise!" 

"What makes you so sure?" Phil heard himself asking. 

"Well, it's obvious. A handsome, self-assured man like you has obviously 
been around. I'm sure you've had a lot of experience with women, and really 
know how to turn a girl on... " Phil shifted uncomfortably. Sure, he'd done 
his share of running around, but he wasn't at all as experienced as Janet 
Randall was trying to make out. Still, he wasn't a complete greenhorn, and 
maybe things weren't his fault after all. 

Anyway, it felt good to have a woman praising him for a change... not like 
Linda, who always seemed to be running him down lately. Of course, a woman 
like Janet, a real woman, obviously knew about men, and how to please them. 
She could tell a real man when she met one, and if she seemed to think he 
was such hot shit, well, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. 

He finished his second drink, and felt a little unsteady. He hadn't had a 
hangover this morning after all the Scotch last night, but now with those 
two straight bourbons, he was beginning to feel a little whoozy. 

"Hey, you'd better sit down," Janet suggested, "all this talk about 
masculinity and fucking must be getting you excited!" 

Phil was flabbergasted by what she said. It wasn't just her casual use of 
the obscene word, but her calm assumption that their conversation had made 
him aroused. She almost propelled him into the one chair, and he had to 
admit that he felt better, once he was sitting down. 

"Well, some men are like that," she went on blithely, "they've only got to 
talk about sex, and they get a hard on!" 

Phil couldn't stop himself from blushing. He had never heard a woman talk in 
that way before, and he didn't know whether he liked it or not. But the 
thing was, in someone like Janet it didn't sound strange, or, well, vulgar, 
the way he thought it might. 

"Do you have a hard on?" she asked precociously. 

Phil nearly jumped out of the chair, and was shocked to discover that her 
eyes were fixed directly on the slight bulge between his legs. Furthermore, 
he was excruciatingly aware of a growing rigidity against his thigh... he 
was beginning to get excited! 

"H'm, you're getting there," she said with obvious interest, moving closer. 
"But why don't I help you out?" 

She dropped to her knees beside him, and Phil jerked back as if he had been 
struck. 

"For God's sake, Janet," he began in a thunderstruck voice. "Are you out of 
your mind?" 

Her hand was resting lightly on the growing bulge between his thighs, and 
she was staring fixedly at his face, a smile that was almost mocking lurking 
around her lips. 

"Don't tell me you're afraid? A big he-man like you?" 

Phil felt crushed by her taunt. Good God, what did she expect? She was 
kneeling beside him, her hand on his cock, and his own wife and her husband 
on the stage, only yards away from them! They could hear them going over 
their lines; either Linda or Russ could walk in here at any moment and find 
them... 

Her fingers began to play with the zipper of his fly, and then, to his 
horror and disbelief, she began to draw it down, exposing the throbbing 
surface of his passionately aroused cock. 

"For Christ's sake, Janet," he pleaded again hoarsely. 

"That was fast work," she smiled, seeing the considerable size of his penis. 
"Maybe you don't need any help after ail... " And then, Phil felt as if he 
had been branded with a red-hot iron. Janet's warm fingers were flicking 
lightly against the tingling flesh of his sensitively squirming cock! 

A warm flush spread over his body and little shivers of illicit pleasure 
cavorted along his backbone. The lovely redhead was caressing his penis, and 
God, how good it felt! 

He didn't want it to stop; he wanted it to go on forever. But he couldn't 
let it happen. He had to put a stop to it right now. Before it was too late; 
before he couldn't hold back and before Linda found out! 

"Janet, we've got to stop!" he gasped hoarsely, trembling from the insistent 
caresses she was lavishing on his lust-expanded cock. 

"Why, honey? You're enjoying it, aren't you?" 

"Yes, yes! But Linda... Linda and Russ!" 

"I'd say they're gone, baby," Janet replied softly. 

"Gone? Gone where?" 

"I don't know, but Russ did say it was a bit cold in the theater and that 
they might move the rehearsal to our house. But we don't feel the cold, do 
we?" 

Oh God, what am I going to do now? Janet and I are alone here... anything 
can happen... 

"Just relax, honey, there's nothing to worry about now," Janet crooned 
confidently, and then, unbelievably, she lowered her head over his hotly 
burgeoning cock, and... 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... Oh Christ, Janet... " Phil couldn't help himself. 
Janet had reached out with her tongue and was running it along the heated 
surface of his wildly jerking penis! 

She continued to lick and swipe at the trembling shaft, running her tongue 
deftly up and down its pulsating length, nuzzling at the thickly haired 
base, coating it with her moist saliva as she swiveled up to the hard 
rubbery head. Then she ran her tongue around and around the huge knobby top, 
making him moan and shiver with ecstatic shudders of pure unadulterated 
pleasure. 

Phil sank further back in the chair, spreading his legs wide. He knew he 
shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be letting this beautiful 
stranger suck his cock. But he really couldn't help it. It felt so good, so 
exciting, so soothing. And he deserved a break. Linda didn't care much for 
him. She'd never suck his penis in a million years. Even the idea of his 
beautiful blonde wife kneeling down before him, and taking his swollen rod 
of flesh in between her lips, was so alien to him that he couldn't even 
picture it. But Janet Randall was different. She was a real, live, 
full-blooded woman, and she seemed to know all about pleasing men and making 
them happy. 

And boy, she sure was making him happy. 

Her tongue was like an entity in itself, darting up and down, in and out, 
possessed with feverish energy. She worked ceaselessly over his desperately 
squirming rod, and he moaned and quivered as if a thousand demons were 
prodding his flesh. Her finger and thumb circled the sturdy base, and her 
other hand dropped suddenly to cup the writhing sac of his testicles. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh... Oh God, Janet... " he moaned helplessly, giving himself 
over completely to the waves of pleasure flooding through him. He had never 
experienced anything remotely like this before, and doubted that he ever 
would again. All thought of conscience, all feeling that he was doing wrong 
was banished. All he cared about was the pleasure, the unbelievable bliss 
that this voluptuous redhead was giving him. She was a marvelous goddess, 
that he had the good fortune to meet, and he didn't care that she was his 
wife's friend. No, that didn't matter at all... 

Janet lowered her head still forward, and then, in one careful movement, she 
enclosed the hard rubbery cock-head between her full, sensuous lips. They 
closed tightly around the trembling rod, just below the burgeoning head, and 
held it - trapped softly inside. 

"AAAAARRRRRhhhhhhhhh... " he hissed again, staring with growing lust at the 
spot where his angry red cock disappeared up inside the tightly ovalled 
frame of her mouth. She began to titillate the tiny glans opening in the end 
with her tongue, while her teeth grazed excitingly against the sensitive 
webbed underside. Her hand continued to pump gently on the churning 
sperm-bloated balls cupped reverently in her palm. 

.She began to run her lips lewdly down the heated length of the 
blood-engorged rod. He wondered how she could take so much of it up in her 
mouth without choking. 

His head raised, he stared unbelieving at the sight of her, kneeling in 
between his thighs, her coppery head bent over his lustfully pounding cock, 
and sent a new, lewd shudder coursing through him. The sight of his thick, 
rock-hard penis disappearing up between the soft red circles of her lips 
added to his mounting pleasure. There was a look of pure lust on her face, 
and it was obvious that she was enjoying her lascivious task. 

Phil sank back, his brain reeling with tumultuous thoughts, his body aflame 
with intense sensations. Minutes before, if anyone had told him that this 
would happen, that his cock would soon be sucked by a virtual stranger, he 
would have thought it the wildest fantasy. And yet, here he was, abandoning 
himself completely to the oral caresses of a beautiful redhead. What about 
Linda? The question leaped unbidden into his brain. Well, what about her? he 
answered silently. What she doesn't know won't worry her. And the way she's 
been acting, she can't expect me to just hang around and wait until she 
decides to hand out her favors. Really hand them out, not begrudge them. I'm 
a full-blooded man, and I really need a full-blooded woman... a woman like 
Janet Randall... 

Although he really didn't want it to happen so soon, he knew he was on the 
verge of climax. He would liked to have prolonged it a little longer. He 
would have liked to feel Janet's mouth sucking voraciously on his hotly 
palpitating cock, but at the same time, he wanted to empty his sperm in a 
hot spurting flow into her mouth. 

"Ohhhhhh, keep sucking my prick... I'm going to cum!" His voice was hoarse 
and intense, and suddenly, his body stiffened almost unbelievably. For a 
moment, it was arched up completely from the chair, and then it collapsed in 
a shattering series of convulsive shudders. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... I'm there! I'm there!" 

Janet increased the tempo of her furious oral milking, as she tried to urge 
the seething male fluid into her eagerly receptive mouth. At last it came, 
in a thick stream, and she gulped it down greedily. Her lips tightened even 
more around his wildly spasming cock, and she heard Phil's desperate groan 
as he began to erupt with even wilder ejaculations. 

On and on it flowed, in a seemingly never ending stream, but still she 
managed to drink it all down. When at last, it was over, she still wanted 
more, and continued to pull on his rapidly deflating penis, even when it was 
beginning to slip wetly from her mouth. 

For a few moments, there was complete silence. 

Phil was in a world of his own, one which he didn't want to leave. He had 
never felt so satiated in his life. He felt a complete man, and nothing 
could take that away from him. He would always be grateful to Janet for 
that. 

"Well, baby, I bet your little honey of a wife never does anything like that 
for you!" 

Janet was pleased with herself. Phil Hartley was just like all the others, 
she was glad to find out, in spite of his initial resistance. He'd sure as 
hell never feel the same about his pretty blonde wife after that little 
bout; Janet knew she was a hard act to follow. 

"Let's not worry about Linda now," Phil said huskily, sitting up in the 
chair. 

"Yes, let's leave them to their rehearsal," Janet agreed, "and we'll put on 
a little play of our own!" 

"Sure, as long as you'll be leading lady," Phil smiled, pulling her hand 
towards his awakening cock again... 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Linda felt uneasy, but she didn't quite know why. Russ Randall was keeping 
up a one-sided flow of small talk, and he didn't indicate, by so much as the 
slightest hint, that he remembered what had happened in the car only 
yesterday. They were on the way to the Randalls' house. She, too, had found 
the theater very cold and couldn't concentrate on her lines. So when Russ 
had suggested adjourning to his house, she agreed. 

She had expected Phil and Janet to join them, or at least follow in their 
own car, but so far there was no sign of them. But maybe they're there 
already, she thought hopefully. 

She hadn't seen her husband since he had gone off with Mrs. Randall to look 
over the building, but Russ had gone and told them of the change in plans. 
Linda chided herself for her apprehension, but she couldn't shake it off. 

When they reached the Randalls' house, she saw, with disappointment, that 
there was no light. 

"Looks like we beat them to it," Russ said cheerfully as he helped her out 
of the car. She followed him into the dimly lit hall, and in a moment, he 
had the light on in the living room. It was a long room, dominated by a cut 
stone fireplace, and strewn about with expensive looking fur rugs. He 
gestured to a comfortable-looking sofa, and Linda sank back against the 
down-filled cushions. 

"What'll you have to drink, Linda?" 

Linda looked at him in surprise. 

"I know," he smiled, "no drinking during rehearsal. But you have to admit 
this is a special case. And you do look as if you could do with one!" 

She agreed to a gin and tonic, and Russ poured the gin for her and then 
added the tonic before handing it to her. 

He sat beside her on the sofa, and Linda found herself straining her ears 
for the sound of their car. There was still a fire burning in the grate, and 
the room was cosy and subdued, and as Linda began to sip her drink, she felt 
a little better. 

She was a little ashamed of her fear, especially because Russ seemed so nice 
and friendly. And, after all, she'd only be alone with him for a few 
minutes; Phil and Janet would arrive very soon, and then she'd have nothing 
to worry about. 

"You're very quiet, Linda," Russ said at length, "is there anything wrong?" 

"Oh no, Russ, I'm just thinking. I'm afraid I'm not very good company." 

"Even if you never said a word, you'd still be good company," he 
complimented smoothly. 

Linda blushed slightly, but still the compliment pleased her. It was nice to 
have someone appreciate her, and understand when she wanted to be quiet. 

Russ studied the lovely blonde out of the corner of his eye. She had a pale, 
almost haunted look today which intrigued him, and he guessed that she'd had 
a tiff with her husband. I bet by now Janet has got to the bottom of that 
problem, he chuckled silently, remembering how excited his wife had become 
when she saw young Linda's husband. He was just her type, he knew... just as 
Linda was his own type. Young, fragile, innocent... the vulnerable kind that 
he really went for. It looks as if we both struck lucky this time, he smiled 
to himself. 

Linda wished that she was in a better mood. It was terrible sitting there 
like that without saying a word. But she didn't really know what to say. She 
didn't know anything about Russ, except his connection with the theater. He 
was a total stranger, and she was alone with him in his house! 

"I wonder where Phil and Janet have got to," she said at length. 

"Oh don't worry, they'll probably take their time about getting here." 

"Shouldn't we start rehearsing again?" she asked tentatively. Anything would 
be better than just sitting there. 

"Have another drink, and then we'll get to work!" 

"Oh, I don't think I should," she demurred, but Russ was already refilling 
her glass. She accepted it and found that it was very welcome. It made her 
relax somehow, and she found herself leaning back against the cushions. 

Her thoughts began to formulate in her tired brain and she made no effort to 
stop them. Maybe she had been wrong about Russ. Perhaps he was sorry about 
what happened yesterday; realized that he had made a mistake and that she 
wasn't that kind of girl. It probably would never happen again, and all her 
worry was for nothing. She had been surprised when Phil had decided to 
accompany her to the theater. Maybe that too, was a good sign. That he was 
trying to interest himself in her hobby. Maybe things would work out after 
all. Then they could forget all about that horrible incident last night. But 
could she forget, could she ever forget that he had violated her in that 
lewd way? Could she ever forget that the night before, her husband of only 
two months had taken her anally? 

Without realizing it, her whole body had stiffened and her face had paled. 
Russ noticed the change that had come over her. 

"What's the matter, Linda? Something's bothering you. Why don't you tell me 
all about it?" 

Linda found herself melting. He sounded so kind and concerned, so different 
from Phil who was so callous. Maybe she should tell him... maybe she should 
confide her problem in this older man, who seemed so concerned. But could 
she admit to an outsider what had happened? Could she bring herself to 
reveal the misery that she had undergone at her husband's hands? 

She took another deep swallow of her drink, and tried to keep control over 
her wandering consciousness. 

"Sometimes it helps to talk things over with a third person. Gives a 
different perspective. Probably you'll find that things aren't so bad after 
all... " His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. And of course, he was 
right. A problem shared... And how did she know, with her limited knowledge 
of such things, that an anal rape was so very terrible? Maybe it was just 
herself who was behind the times... and that she was making the crime out to 
be bigger than it was... 

"Get it off your chest, Linda, you'll feel much better, I promise you... " 
Linda couldn't hold back any longer. The promise of kind reassurance, of 
concerned sympathy was too much for her. She wanted to be held and soothed 
and calmed, to be told that things would work out... 

Tears started to her eyes and coursed freely down her face. Her voice came 
in a choking sob. 

"Oh Russ, I'm so miserable... " His arm was around her and he drew her to 
his shoulder, and in a moment, she was weeping uncontrollably. 

And it actually felt good, to be held and comforted. It reminded her of when 
she was a little girl, and a grown-up could smooth away all her troubles. 

"Now tell me all about it... " She tried to control her sobbing, because, 
suddenly, she wanted to tell him, to confide in him about Phil, and what he 
had done... 

"It's... it's Phil... " she began falteringly. "He got so angry with me last 
night... some of it was my fault too, because I insulted him, but then... 
then... he... " 

"He what?" Russ interposed gently. 

"He... he forced me to... to submit... " 

"You mean he forced you to let him make love to you?" Russ questioned 
carefully. 

"No! No! He forced me to submit... to submit... anally!" 

She'd said it. She waited for an expression of disgust, or of disbelief, but 
none came. 

"You mean, he fucked you in the ass?" 

Linda winced from the crude words, but nodded weakly. Why beat around the 
bush? That's what he did... fucked me in the ass... Those were words he even 
used himself. 

Russ felt a surge of excitement. So. that young punk had lost his temper and 
screwed her in the ass? She's probably playing frigid with him and he's had 
enough... Well, so much the better for me... 

Aloud, he went on caressingly. 

"You poor kid... it must have been terrible for you. You shouldn't have to 
go through something like that... " His honeyed words were balm to Linda's 
ears. He understood. He knew how she felt, and he agreed that Phil was 
wrong. That it was cruel and inhuman of him to submit her to such a vile 
act. 

"No wonder you looked so upset today... it must have been absolute hell fpr 
you... and you couldn't possibly have done anything to merit something like 
that... " No, she hadn't, had she? Phil had just lost his temper with her 
because she had gone to rehearsal. He was so selfish and inconsiderate, and 
because he didn't get things his own way, he took his petulant anger out on 
her... 

Russ's hand was gently caressing her shoulder and she was scarcely aware of 
the intimate touch. All she knew was that for the first time today, she was 
feeling a little better, more relaxed and at ease. All she needed was a 
little understanding and consideration... 

"What you need, honey, is a man who really appreciates you. A man with 
experience enough to realize exactly the kind of woman you are, and to treat 
you accordingly. Phil obviously doesn't know... " No, he doesn't. He's never 
taken the trouble to find out, either. He doesn't know or care what I want, 
what I need... 

She was barely aware of his hand creeping downward with almost imperceptible 
movement, until it came into contact with her breast. He was touching her 
breast, just like he did yesterday! But somehow, today, it didn't seem to 
matter. In fact, she liked his touch. It was soothing, just like his voice 
was soothing. And there was no harm in letting him touch her like that? It 
didn't mean anything... he was only trying to make her feel better! 

"Yes, an unusual woman like you, Linda, needs a certain kind of man... a man 
who will be able to unlock the secrets of your magnificent body... " Linda 
began to stir uneasily. She still liked the touch of his hand on her 
trembling breast, but it was his words that were disturbing. Of course, what 
he was saying was true. Phil just wasn't able to unlock the chains that held 
her body in bondage... she might as well face that fact. 

Randall began to slowly, carefully unbutton the front of her dress. Linda 
froze into immobility, not knowing what to do. All her thoughts seemed 
suspended and she found she was incapable of making a decision. She could 
feel the insinuating warmth of Russ's hand as it came into illicit contact 
with her breast, and instinctively, she drew back against the sofa. 

"There now, just relax, Linda honey, and I'll take care of everything. 
You've been through so much... just take it easy, and very soon you'll feel 
much, much better... " Randall unbuttoned her dress right down to the waist 
and allowed himself a glance at the cream-white tops of her quivering 
breasts, just visible above the lacy cups of her brassiere. Everything was 
going just as he planned. Don't rush things, he told himself warningly, and 
this little baby will be putty in your hands... 

Carefully, he reached around behind her and unhooked the clasp of her 
brassiere, and drawing the thin cloth quickly away. 

Linda gasped when she realized that her breasts were completely naked, and 
that Randall's hands were coursing eagerly over the sensitively squirming 
mounds. 

Dear God, what is happening to me? she thought wildly, turning a beseeching 
look on the passionately aroused older man. 

"Please, no Russ... it's wrong... " she whimpered helplessly. 

"How can it be wrong, honey, when you like it so much? And you do like it, 
don't you? You like me stroking your breasts like this, don't you? Much 
better than when Phil does it... " Conflicting thoughts raced through 
Linda's dazed brain. She did like it, and much better than with her husband, 
just like Russ said. But wasn't it wrong to let a stranger caress her 
intimately like this? Oh God, she just didn't know any more... 

Randall, recognizing the conflict that was seizing her, decided to take 
advantage of it. Without hesitation, he dropped his hand to her thigh, and 
immediately began to slide it up along the soft smooth surface. 

The bewildered young wife froze as she felt the insidious danger of the 
alien hand creeping up the soft inner flesh of her thigh. She had to stop 
him now... make him take his hand away from her leg, before it was too 
late... She remembered that her husband and Janet Randall were due to arrive 
at any moment. What if they found her like this, her breasts completely 
naked, and Russ's hand up her dress? 

"Stop, Russ, for God's sake stop... Phil and Janet... they'll be here... 
you've got to stop... " 

"Now honey, just take it easy, like I said, and I'll take care of 
everything. Phil and Janet probably won't be here for awhile yet, and in the 
meantime, you deserve to have a little pleasure. After the way Phil's been 
treating you, you are entitled to have a little fun where you can find it... 
" 

"W-what do you mean?" she couldn't help blurting out. 

"Well," the older man went on suavely, "the way your husband has been 
treating you is shameful, and nobody would blame you for forgetting about 
him for awhile, maybe even getting back at him. He deserves to be hurt, the 
way he hurt you. You shouldn't let him get away with what he did to you... " 
The words etched themselves into Linda's brain. Yes, she did want to get her 
revenge, to pay Phil back for what he had done to her, for the way he 
humiliated her. She got no pleasure at all out of their love-life. Surely it 
wasn't so wrong if she found it with another man... besides, he was only 
stroking and caressing her, making her feel better... there just couldn't be 
anything wrong with that... 

Slowly, Russ inched his fingers upward, until at last he came into contact 
with the soft silken fabric of her panties. He heard her draw in her breath, 
but daringly inserted his middle finger inside the narrow elastic legband. 
He could feel the moist warmth of her gently pulsing vagina as he touched 
the first straying wisps of pubic hair. Then, without further hesitation, he 
pushed his hand forward again and began to lightly stroke the thinly-haired 
outer lips. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh... " Linda couldn't help gasping as shivers of illicit 
pleasure coursed through her from the exciting stroking. Her entire vagina 
seemed on fire with overwhelming sensations, and involuntarily, she began to 
flex it slightly, pushing it outward and upward toward the pleasure-giving 
fingers. 

She wanted to object, to tell the older man to stop, but somehow, the 
thrills of excitement which were cavorting through her bewildered body 
prevented her from doing anything. 

Countless protests, questions, objections formed in her brain, only to be 
dismissed as a new wave of pleasure assailed her. His fingers were like 
separate beings, crawling incessantly over the wetly-pulsing flesh of her 
helplessly aroused vagina, and she was completely under the power of the 
feelings they were evoking in her love-starved body. 

Holding her panty crotchband aside with his thumb, Russ probed and searched 
the velvety folds of her cunt, stroking and caressing the blood-swollen 
outer lips. He came into sudden excruciating contact with the turgid little 
bud of her clitoris and immediately began to tease and titillate the 
erogenous little pleasure-bud. His fingertips played around the edges of the 
pulsating cuntal orifice, until he suddenly, without warning, plunged his 
middle finger up into the warmly seeping hole of her cunt. 

"Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh... " Linda sobbed helplessly, flailing her hips back 
and forth on the sofa, grinding her buttocks down into the soft cushions. 

He continued to force his finger up inside the moistening passage, sinking 
it deeper and deeper and plunging it in and out in a wild simulation of the 
primitive rhythm of fucking. 

Linda's pelvis began to roll with deep, spasmic thrusts, and she was caught 
up in an uncontrollable rhythm, which made her gasp and mewl involuntarily. 
She was past caring about anything now... all doubts and worries were 
temporarily banished from her brain, as the demands of her body took over. 
She had been denied the pleasures of sexual desire for too long, and now 
that she was getting a taste of them, her awakening libido would not listen 
to reason. 

This is wrong, wrong... a warning voice told her faintly, but she 
persistently brushed it aside. I can't help it... after Phil's brutality, I 
need to be loved, to feel wanted... I need to get some pleasure out of my 
body... 

Gasps of sheer animal arousal were escaping from her heaving body, as her 
thighs tightened obscenely around the hand that was probing adulterously up 
between her trembling legs. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and 
her head was thrown back lewdly. 

This is liquor talking... the voice insisted, stop him now before you'll be 
sorry... before it's too late... 

A passionate shudder convoluted the beautiful blonde's body, and she was 
sure she was near to climaxing. 

It's already too late... I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to... and I 
don't want to... Oh God, I've waited too long for this to hold back now... 

And then, Linda nearly cried out with disappointment. The incredible 
stroking of her genitals ceased, leaving her suspended in desperate 
frustration. She blinked back tears, and wondered what was going to happen 
next, but she was afraid to open her eyes to see. 

Then she felt hands tugging at her dress, and it was being eased off. And 
then her panties were drawn away too, as she lay passionately writhing on 
the rough cushions of the couch. 

"Christ, Linda, you're beautiful!" 

She heard the choked words, and her eyes flew open. In that split second, 
she forgot that she was completely naked, sprawled on a stranger's sofa in 
his house. She forgot everything as her eyes fell on the unbelievable length 
of the huge, blood-distended penis that was hovering a few feet away from 
her eyes. Russ was totally naked, too! 

She just couldn't take her eyes off his penis. She had never imagined that a 
man's penis could get so big, that it could look so menacing. She could see 
it's angry red length, the veins raised and blue from the fiery blood 
pumping through them. She was sure that she could see the feverish churning 
of the hairy scrotum dangling below the thickly jutting shaft, and a shiver 
of fear shuddered through her. 

She could still feel the tingling in her openly throbbing vagina, and 
wondered how she must appear, stretched out wantonly, her thighs invitingly 
spread. She felt suddenly embarrassed, and a burning flush of shame reddened 
her face. 

But Russ didn't seem to care. He only had eyes for her voluptuous body. She 
was even more beautiful than he'd imagined.. Her golden, willowy body was 
the nearest thing to perfection he'd seen, and he wondered how he could stop 
himself from plunging immediately into the enticing opening up between her 
widespread milk-white legs. But he had to be careful. He didn't want his 
plans, carefully built up from the moment he first saw her, to go awry at 
this stage. Giving her the star part, carefully nurturing her friendship, 
inviting her husband tonight to keep Janet busy... everything was carefully 
planned to lead up to this... the moment when he had Mrs. Philip Hartley 
naked and vulnerable, at his mercy. But if he rushed things, she might take 
fright. No, he had to handle things smoothly, right down to the last. 

"Now honey," he said hoarsely, "I'm going to make love to you - " 

"NO!" she shrieked suddenly, interrupting him. 

"There's no need for alarm, baby. Everything's going to be all right. You 
liked it when I stroked your pussy, didn't you? Well, that's the only a 
beginning. I'm going to fuck you now, I'm going to shove my prick into that 
hot little cunt of yours, and you're going to love it... " Linda was 
mesmerized. The lewd words repulsed her, and at the same time, they held a 
lurid fascination for her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want him 
to make love to her... or did she? Her eyes strayed again to the huge, 
pounding cock held proudly in his hand. It was so big! It would split her in 
two, if he tried to enter her. There was no doubt about that. 

She gasped when she felt his hands on her softly trembling inner thighs. He 
drew them slowly apart, revealing the full length of her moist pink 
pussy-split fringed by curling wisps of golden pubic hairs. He could see the 
tiny viscous opening to her trembling body, quivering slightly in 
apprehension. 

"Please no, Russ, leave me alone... " she moaned beseechingly. "I made a 
mistake... please don't... " Russ was suddenly angry. He didn't want any 
hold up now. He'd waited too long. 

"It's too late now, honey," he said harshly. I'm going to fuck you whether 
you like it or not... and if you give me any trouble, I'll just tell that 
hot-tempered punk of a husband of yours about how you let me play with your 
pussy a few minutes back!" 

Linda blanched. Oh God, what if Phil found out? What if Russ told him what 
had happened? The thought of her husband's anger if he found out was like a 
wet blanket being thrown over her. He'd kill her... he'd break every bone in 
her body! There was no turning back for her now... she was trapped, by her 
own stupidity. I never should have accepted those drinks... 

And then, her fears about her husband were completely obliterated by the 
realization of what was happening to her right now. The hard rubbery head of 
Randall's greedy shaft was positioned right at the tiny cuntal opening, and 
was nudging eagerly at the fragile outer flesh. 

It was too late... there was nothing she could do... Randall was going to 
put his penis up inside her! 

She held her breath for what seemed an interminable length of time, and 
then... as Randall lunged his desire-inflamed penis forward... 

"AAA ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... " Her agonized shriek rent 
the room as a thousand demons of pain prodded her with their sharpened 
tridents. Her thighs were remorselessly swept aside as Randall rammed 
forward, forcing the huge bulbous head of his lust-engorged cock past the 
delicate outer membrane. 

"AAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... STOP... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEE... " But he 
seemed oblivious to her moans of pain. His hands tightened even more on the 
bruised flesh of her upper legs, holding her in place, and he swung his 
pelvis forward again, tunneling hard up through the futilely resisting inner 
channel. 

Linda was conscious of nothing but the unbelievable pain, and she was sure 
she'd never be able to walk again. 

" Uuuuuugggghhhnnnhhhhh... aaagggghhhmmmmnnnnnn... " she grunted hoarsely as 
he finally hit bottom, the burgeoning head grazing uncomfortably against the 
tender, sensitive tip of her cervix. 

He held his blood-inflated shaft motionless inside her, and it seemed to 
Linda that it was expanding inside her with each passing second, and that it 
would soon burst from its furious pulsing. 

Russ stared down at her defenseless young body, skewered unmercifully by the 
pounding hardness of his sunken rod of flesh, and he smiled with 
satisfaction. It always gave him a great thrill to see an innocent young 
bride abused in this way. The sight of her vulnerable body, pinioned by his 
deeply embedded cock, added to the actual pleasure of fucking her. There was 
a glazed frightened look in her eyes, and she was mutely beseeching him for 
mercy. Yes, she was undoubtedly at his mercy, and she knew it. 

Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling out his pulsating rod of flesh, until 
just the hard, rubbery head was still firmly enclosed by her contracting 
cuntal membrane. Then he rammed forward again with all his might, holding 
her so that she was immobile. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH GOD! OH GOD!" she moaned again and again as he 
plummeted to the very depths of her tormented little belly, planting his 
punishing cock completely up between her widely outstretched legs. The heavy 
hanging sac of his balls was wedged firmly between the upraised cheeks of 
her tight little ass, and the hirsute warmth grazing against her painfully 
spread anal split added to the discomfort and humiliation she was feeling. 

Right away, Russ began to establish a slow fucking rhythm, sawing into her 
with long, hard deep strokes, sinking his blood-filled shaft to the hilt 
inside her, and rotating it slightly for a moment, before pulling it out 
again. He withdrew it until just the huge mushrooming head still lay buried, 
and then plunged forward again, knocking the breath out of Linda's body with 
each tremendous instroke. Her hips were numb from his tight, claw-like grip, 
and her buttocks were sore from being rubbed continually down against the 
sofa. 

Linda was paralyzed with humiliation... and fear. At any moment, she 
expected her husband and Randall's wife to walk in in the door and find her 
like this. What would they say? How could she ever face her husband again? 
Nothing Phil had done or could do could excuse her infidelity. Not even the 
terrible anal rape he had perpetrated on her could excuse the fact that she 
was lying here willingly being fucked by Randall. Yes, fucked... the obscene 
word was the only one which could adequately describe what was happening to 
her. 

Then, unbelievably, a change came over Linda. While her thoughts were 
occupied with the enormity of what was going on, her body was reacting in a 
different way. Primitive, age-old instincts surfaced and re-asserted 
themselves. Almost imperceptibly, she parted her thighs a little more, and 
even though she still felt tiny residues of pain, she began to flex her hips 
in answering rhythm. She was beginning to enjoy it! She was beginning to 
enjoy the savage fucking that the conniving older man was giving her! 

Rationally, Linda just couldn't believe it. Her shame and misery of only 
moments before had faded and were replaced by a casual acceptance of the 
fact that she was being used as a sexual receptacle by a shrewd, charming 
older man. She wanted to cry out "NO! NO!" but instead... 

"Yesssss... Ooooohhhhh yesssss... " She couldn't help it. The demands and 
desires of her love-neglected body were too much for her. She had to give in 
to it... her carnal instincts were triumphing over her conscience. She was 
enjoying making love with Randall. She was enjoying an act which was against 
all she ever believed in. Somehow, now, it didn't matter that she was being 
unfaithful to Phil. If he hadn't treated her the way he did, she would never 
have submitted to the older man's seduction. It was really all Phil's 
fault... because of him, she had turned to another man... a man who was 
satisfying her far more than her husband ever did. 

Her arms tightened around Randall's neck, and she pressed the heated flesh 
of her palpitating breasts up tight against his chest. Her legs snaked out 
and locked themselves up around his lower back, and her wildly writhing cunt 
flowered open to receive more and more of his pistoning cock deep inside her 
openly receptive pussy. 

Russ was thrilled with the response he had elicited in the innocent young 
blonde. She was just like all the others... prudish, proud, disdainful at 
first... but after they got a taste of his cock, they were begging for more. 
He knew that his wife would be successful with young Hartley; but boy, she'd 
get a surprise when she found out how he'd scored with the guy's wife! She 
had told him he'd never make it, that Linda was too naive and innocent. But 
he had succeeded, just like he knew he would. 

The two wet bodies slapped nakedly together in increasingly obscene tempo. 
The air was resounding with hoarse, guttural sounds of love, and the lewd 
wet sluicing sounds of passion-inflamed fucking. Linda's head was thrown 
back, her long blonde hair like a golden mane flowing out behind her. She 
was undulating uncontrollably, every nerve ending alive and quivering. 

"Well, honey, do you like being fucked by a real man?" he couldn't resist 
asking. 

"Oooohhh yes, I like it, I like it... " was the rapid reply, and Russ knew 
he had won her over completely. 

Linda was bucking and thrashing now like a wild-woman. She was alive with a 
million pleasurable sensations, and she knew that she was at last within 
reach of that blissful state she thought she'd never reach. She was almost 
ready to cum! 

She didn't care that Phil and Janet might walk in at any moment; all she 
cared about was reaching for that golden grail and finally tasting it. 

Moments later, it came... 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Oh God, I'm almost there... I'm... I'm... 
CUM-MINGGGGGGGGG... !!" 

Her whole body seemed shaken by an invisible string, and she quivered and 
shivered frighteningly. Great waves of pleasure washed over her again and 
again, and she found herself floating on a cloud towards an indescribable 
nirvana. 

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnn... OooohhWdihhhhhh... " she mewled helplessly as spasm 
after spasm of volatile ecstasy shuddered through her. She was grinding her 
desire-ridden pussy against Russ's pile-driving cock, and he could feel the 
warm onrush of her steaming cuntal juices. 

Then, he could hold back no longer. 

"AARRGGHH! A A R RGGHHH ! AARRGGHHH!" he moaned again and again as he 
slammed his hips violently against Linda's desperately oscillating pussy. 
She returned thrust for thrust, her inner vaginal channel milking 
convulsively on his pistoning penis, coaxing his seething male sperm into 
her waiting darkness. 

Linda felt the heat of his spurting semen with a thrill of pleasure. Her 
helplessly aroused little belly absorbed the precious liquid like a sponge 
and continued to convolute around the ejaculating shaft. Her head was 
whirling and she felt herself slipping further and further away from the 
actuality of her seduction, reaching an euphoric state where only pleasure 
and satisfaction were prominent. Moments later, she was still, dazed and 
semi-conscious from the overwhelming power of the first orgasm she had ever 
experienced. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Phil felt relieved when Linda finally left for the theater. She spent so 
long getting ready that he thought she'd never leave. She seemed to spend a 
lot of time with her hair, and makeup, of late, and she never mentioned 
anymore how the play was going. Not that he was that interested. The only 
thing he was interested in of late was Janet. Ever since that night nearly 
three weeks ago when she had sucked him off in the dressing room, she had 
filled his thoughts completely. 

Although he saw her nearly every night, he never seemed to be able to get 
enough of her. Her magnificent body haunted him, and she had taught him so 
much since he had met her. He had never known a woman like her, and he was 
desperately afraid that he'd lose her. Already he began to have a feeling 
that she was growing less interested in him, but he hoped and prayed it was 
only his imagination. After all, she was coming here tonight... so she 
couldn't be that tired of him! 

He pouted himself a Scotch and added some soda. He couldn't keep still when 
he was waiting for her. The minutes seemed like hours, and his ears were 
constantly tuned to catch the sound of her car. 

His life had certainly changed in the weeks since he met the provocative 
older woman. Suddenly his problems with Linda didn't seem quite so 
important. Of course, he would liked to have resolved them, but there seemed 
to be no hope of that. His beautiful blonde wife seemed to be drawing 
further and further away from him. In many ways, she was like a completely 
different person. She was animated with a new vitality, and she didn't seem 
to have need of him at all. That might really have worried him, were he not 
so caught up in Janet. Of course, he hadn't touched her since that night 
when he had fucked her in the ass. 

He was really sorry he'd done that; it seemed to really shock his innocent 
young bride, but yet, he could never bring himself to talk about it, and 
apologize. He just hoped that things would work out with Linda. Naturally, 
he didn't want a divorce, but as long as he was getting a taste of Janet 
pretty often, he was content not to rock the boat, and let things just drift 
on... 

Linda pulled back from the passionate kiss that Russ was giving her, and 
said worriedly. 

"But are you sure she doesn't suspect anything?" 

Russ smiled. It was one of Linda's big worries that Russ's wife would find 
out about the two of them, and she was forever worried about it. The thought 
that he always gave Janet a blow-by-blow account of his affair with the 
naive young blonde amused him considerably, particularly when he had to 
assure Linda that Janet had no clue about what was going on. 

"I told you not to worry, honey," he soothed smoothly, his eyes devouring 
her slender young body. He just couldn't seem to get enough of her, 
especially since each love-making session seemed to uncover new depths of 
sensuality. She didn't seem to be at all worried about her own husband 
finding out about her transgression. He didn't seem to guess what was 
happening, but from what Janet told him from time to time, he guessed that 
she was getting tired of the young husband. 

That's my girl, Janet, he thought secretly. Fond as he was of vulnerable 
young brides like Linda, he knew he could never do without his volatile 
red-haired wife. He realized he was lucky... not many women would put up 
with his peculiar tastes, but then, he reflected, not many husbands would 
have patience with Janet's definite affinity for aggressive young husbands. 
All in all, we make a good pair, he agreed, and then turned his attentions 
back to the beautiful young blonde who was gazing at him adoringly. 

"I've got something special in mind for you tonight, Linda," he promised. 
"Something that you'll really like!" 

"Oooohhh what's that?" Linda squealed with delight, "please tell me!" 

"No, you've got to wait and see," he said mysteriously, casually pulling 
down the zipper at the back of her dress. 

Linda felt a tingle of excitement. She always did when Russ hinted at 
something new. She just never knew what he had in store for her. And no 
matter what he came up with, she always enjoyed it. She had never dreamed 
that she possessed such a bizarre sexual appetite, but she did, and Russ had 
certainly uncovered it. They didn't do much rehearsing of late; every 
evening was spent in hours of fucking in all different positions, and she 
was usually dead tired when she got home. 

Phil didn't raise any objection to her going to the theater any more; she 
guessed he had just become resigned to it. Things were pretty strained 
between them, but she didn't really mind. It would do Phil good to cool his 
heels for a 'while, and as long as she could spend some time with Russ 
Randall every day, she didn't care. He was able to satisfy her completely. 
He opened up a whole new world to her, and she would always be grateful to 
him for that. 

He was easing off her dress, brushing her quivering flesh with hot burning 
kisses. They were in one of the dressing rooms that had a couch from a 
previous set in it, and it was here that they always came. She was 
completely naked now but for her panties, and Russ gently guided her to the 
sofa. 

"Now don't worry about a thing... let Uncle Russ take care of everything!" 

Linda had to smile at her lover when he was in his avuncular mood. She 
recalled how he had been the same way the night he had first seduced her, 
and how it had worked. She had been desperately in need of soothing that 
night, and although she had felt an occasional pang of guilt, she was, on 
the whole, glad that it had happened. If it hadn't happened that way, she 
might never know what it really meant to be a woman. The vistas of unlimited 
sexual pleasure might never have opened up to her, and she would never 
really have known what she was missing. She would only guess... Russ was 
pulling down her panties, and she arched her hips up off the bed to allow 
them to be eased off. Then, she was lying there, completely naked, her 
voluptuous body offered up as if in sacrifice. The activities of the last 
few weeks had resulted in a new curving roundness which made her body seem 
all the more inviting and attractive. She wasn't really aware of the change, 
herself, but Russ certainly noticed it. 

"Now just lie back and relax, baby," he advised, as he placed a hand on each 
silk smooth inner thigh. Slowly, carefully, he drew apart the slender 
columns, revealing to his greedy gaze the enticing pink slit of her 
quivering vagina. He could see the moist hair-lined outer lips, and the 
fluted inner lips, barely visible. The tip of her reddish little clitoris 
protruded slightly from the curling wisps of golden pubic hairs. Linda 
parted her thighs to allow him a greater vision, and gently, he placed a 
finger and thumb on each blood-swollen outer fold. Almost reverently, he 
drew them apart, and gasped as the full pink moistness of her anxiously 
waiting pussy came into view. For a long moment, he stared at the excitingly 
glistening pussy-flesh, prolonging the anticipation of what he was going to 
do. 

Linda lay there expectantly, every nerve ending quivering with excitement. 
She liked to give herself over completely to her experienced lover, and to 
allow him to do with her as he wished. It gave her a sort of masochistic 
pleasure, knowing that he was using her for his own excitement and that 
there was nothing she could do about it. It made her feel as if he held her 
in some kind of bondage, which, in fact he did, because she knew herself to 
be a slave to the sensations that he alone was able to give her. 

Slowly, Russ lowered his head between her invitingly out spread legs, and 
reaching out with his long wet tongue, ran it down the length of the 
squirming vaginal split. 

"Aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh... Aaaaahhhhh... " Linda sobbed suddenly, pulling back 
as if she had been struck with a whip. But Russ held her in place and she 
couldn't really move more than a few inches. 

"Now honey," he said in a scolding voice, "I'm only going to lick your cunt. 
I know you'll like it... just wait and see... " Linda willed herself into 
immobility. She hadn't been prepared for this. All her instincts rebelled 
against this obscene violation of her private cuntal flesh. She had always 
been taught that such intimate acts were wrong, actually sick, but had never 
really believed that people indulged in them. Certainly, Phil had never 
tried anything like that, and if he had, she would have put him in his 
place. But, somehow, she didn't even try to stop Russ. 

It felt strange, feeling his tongue running up and down her tender vaginal 
flesh like that, but still, she didn't tell him to stop. She didn't think 
she really liked the lewd act, but at least it didn't hurt, and it didn't 
feel too bad... 

Russ continued to swipe with his tongue, agilely dipping and probing her- 
secret hidden recesses, lapping at her warmly seeping cuntal secretions with 
obvious relish. He knew he had taken his young mistress by surprise, and it 
established his mastery over her - the fact that he could still surprise 
her! 

His tongue grew quicker and more insistent with its lascivious searching. He 
inhaled her sweet scented cuntal odors, and tasted the pungent taste of her 
throbbing little pussy. Suddenly, he came into searing contact with the 
rigid little knob of her already hardened clitoris. 

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG HHHHHH... !!!!" Linda sobbed out, thrashing her hips wildly 
down against the couch. Shivers of excruciating pleasure shot through her, 
making her lurch and flail with new intensity. She couldn't believe the tide 
of impassioned excitement which was washing over her as Russ continued to 
titillate the sensitive little button. He held it between his teeth while 
his tongue drubbed unceasingly at it, making it grow and pound as the 
quickened blood pulsed hotly through it. 

Yes, she was beginning to enjoy it. Aghast as her brain might be at the 
salacious act, her body suddenly took command and made obvious its approval. 
She began to grind her softly fleshed buttocks down against the sofa in a 
pseudo fucking rhythm, and to rotate the passion ridden plane of her vagina 
against the sensually arousing organ that was licking and sucking with such 
eagerness at her steaming cuntal flesh. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... " she sighed through clenched teeth as her thighs closed in 
tightly around Russ's obscenely buried head, holding him in position like a 
clamp. Her hands reached down and tangling in his hair, pushed his 
perspiring face harder against her lust drenched young pussy. 

Her whole body was on fire now, kindled by the lascivious flames which were 
emanating from the red hot flesh of her vagina. A flush crimsoned her face 
and her mouth was half-open, as she mewled and moaned with uncontrollable 
intensity. Her eyes were smoky and glazed and she was like a woman 
possessed, completely out of the control of her rational senses. 

Russ, seeing her total arousal, stopped his lewd licking for a moment. 

"You like having your cunt licked, don't you, honey?" he asked leeringly. 

"Yessssss... yes, Oh God, yes, I do... " she mumbled insanely, her head 
flailing from side to side. 

"You do what, honey, you like what?" he went on teasingly, holding off for a 
moment longer from his maddening cunt-lapping. 

Linda hesitated. She didn't know what kind of game Russ was playing, but she 
knew it was wisest to comply. But she always tried to refrain from using 
vulgar language. She felt that such things were always better left unsaid, 
especially by her. She was no longer minded when Russ used the obscene 
words, as he always did, but now he obviously expected her to do the same. 
"Go on, tell me you like it... or I'll stop!" 

Linda felt a surge of panic. Now that she had discovered that she really 
liked having her vagina kissed and licked like that, she didn't want him to 
stop, especially when she was hanging there in mid-air. He was blackmailing 
her... he wanted to hear the obscenities coming from her lips... and he 
would stop at nothing to get his way. 

"Yes, I like it... " she said finally, "I like having... my... pussy... my 
pussy licked!" 

There, she'd said it, and it wasn't too bad. 

"Go on, honey," he insisted maddeningly, "tell me again!" 

Linda felt she was on the brink of madness. He was driving her crazy with 
his teasing, and she wanted him to continue his sucking and licking or she'd 
go out of her mind. 

"Oh God yes, I like it! I like you sucking my cunt! But don't stop, oh 
please don't stop... " She didn't care how wanton and abandoned she sounded. 
She couldn't help it; she felt as if her entire pelvic regions were on fire 
and that nothing would quench it but the fabulous licking that Russ would 
give it. 

Randall, exhilarated by his obvious victory, bent to his task again, darting 
and probing with his deftly flicking tongue, hovering maddeningly around the 
fragile flesh surrounding the petal shaped opening to her body. 

Without warning, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it headlong into the 
tiny opening. 

"AAAGGGH! AAAGGGH! AAAGGGGH!" AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" Linda shrieked, her hands 
clutching furiously at her lover's head. She was going crazy from the 
tonguing he was giving her, and she thought she'd die from the pleasure she 
was getting from his feverishly working tongue. She had never experienced 
pleasure like this before, and she didn't care what happened now, just so 
long as she reached completion through this unbelievable oral love-making. 

Russ had told her she'd enjoy it, and he was right. She was enjoying it, and 
soon she'd cum from his wanton tongue-fucking... 

* * * 

Janet Randall let herself quietly into the theater. Somehow, she didn't feel 
like seeing Phil tonight. Even though she had told him that she'd be there, 
she just couldn't bring herself to go over to his house. She knew she should 
phone, but decided she wouldn't do that either. Maybe she'd change her mind 
and go over there anyway. But first, she'd take a look see' what Russ and 
Linda were doing. 

Russ was in absolute raptures over the beautiful young blonde, and Janet 
would certainly have started feeling jealous, if she didn't know her husband 
so well. She was just sorry that her period of infatuation with young 
husbands never lasted as long as Russ's affairs with their wives. But she 
grew bored very quickly, she knew... the miracle was that she hadn't gotten 
bored with Russ. And she didn't think she would, either, which was just as 
well, because she was sure she would never find a partner as understanding 
and indulgent as Russ. 

Janet made her way straight to the dressing room where she knew she'd find 
Russ and Linda. The door was closed, and, carefully, she turned the handle. 
They weren't expecting her, and she wanted to give them a surprise. At the 
same time, she didn't want to disturb them. Also, she believed that the 
unsuspected eavesdropper often got the best and most tantalizing view... 

She opened the door just a crack, which unfortunately didn't help her. So 
she pushed it open a little wider, and immediately saw at a glance what was 
transpiring in the tiny room. 

She could see Linda's long, slender legs, splayed wantonly apart, and she 
knew that the hunched figure crouching up between them was her own husband. 

Well, how do you like that? He's licking her cunt! She stared at the 
lascivious spectacle, a half amused smile on her face. And he told me she 
was still prudish. If that's prudish... 

She had to admit to herself that she was surprised by Linda Hartley. She 
would never have suspected that the naive young blonde had it in her, not 
even after Russ had told her how readily she had succumbed to his artful 
seduction. 

The girl's lovely golden body was heaving, bathed in perspiration, and Janet 
could hardly believe that the hoarse, animal-like grunts were actually 
emanating from her lovely lips. 

She could just barely see the gleam of Linda's moist pink pussy, quivering 
visibly with mounting passion. She saw her husband's tongue slithering 
lewdly up into the soft wet folds and creases, and unconsciously, she parted 
her own thighs slightly. Janet could feel a vicarious tingle up between her 
own legs as she watched her handsome husband sucking and lapping at the 
aroused young blonde's delectable pussy. 

The girl's breasts were palpitating, the nipples hard looking and roseate, 
jiggling with each forceful shudder that spasmed through her body. Her long 
golden hair fanned out like a shimmering curtain around her passion-flushed 
face, and Janet felt a stab of jealousy as she stared at her beautiful young 
rival. Phil just doesn't realize what he's got here, and if he doesn't wake 
up, he just might never get a chance to know... 

The willingly aroused victim of her older lover's artful tongue-fucking, 
Linda was sure that she couldn't hold out much longer. She felt as if 
different forces were tugging at her body from all different directions, and 
that she would explode soon from the sheer pressure on her desire-inflamed 
flesh. She ground her lust-demented vagina up hard against Russ's moisture 
bathed face, unable to get enough of his electrifying tongue. 

"Oh God darling, I can't hold on much longer... " she gasped feverishly, her 
hands clutching viciously at his hair. 

Russ smiled, his lips taut over his bared teeth. Man, she's really going 
wild over this... I'll bet she'll really get a taste for it now... 

And then, a strange, lust-distorted voice rang out, freezing Linda's blood 
with fear and terror. 

"Hey, wait a minute, you two!" 

It was Janet! 

Oh God no! Janet has discovered us! What is she going to do? Dear God in 
heaven, what am I going to do? 

She tried to turn her head, but couldn't. She held her breath, afraid to say 
anything. Russ didn't say anything - he just went on unconcernedly sucking 
and licking her vagina. The seconds ticked by, and Linda's throat felt dry 
and clammy. She waited for something to happen for Janet to start screaming, 
for the enraged wife to start pummeling her with blows... she was prepared 
for anything... except what happened! 

"Why should you two have all the fun?" Janet asked, a jealous note in her 
voice. 

This time, Linda had to see. She had to find out for herself what was going 
on. Janet's question puzzled her... it was not what she expected. 

Slowly, she turned her head to the side, and then gasped aloud when her 
startled disbelieving eyes came to rest on the completely naked figure of 
the redhead! Linda just couldn't believe it. But Janet was stark naked. 
Linda could see the voluptuously sculpted upswept breasts, the narrow waist 
flaring to graceful hips, the russet triangle of her soft pubic 'vee'. 

After that, for a few minutes, confusion reigned. Linda didn't know what was 
happening. She only knew that there was a flurry of movement, the couch was 
giving way, the brushing of naked flesh against her cheek. 

Then her breath was cut off, and a scented moistness enveloped her face. For 
a long moment, she didn't know what was going on, and then she knew... she 
just couldn't believe it, but the truth was - Janet was crouching down over 
her face! 

A feeling of revulsion swept over the bewildered young blonde. This was 
beyond question against her innate principles. She had sunk to unknown 
depths with Russ, but at least he was a man. What was expected of her now 
was absolutely taboo... or was it? 

Once more, Linda's concepts and beliefs underwent an abrupt shuffling. 
Hadn't she always deemed marital infidelity a heinous crime? Hadn't she 
always held that oral love-making was disgusting, perverted? Yes, she had, 
and yet, she had indulged in both of those unmentionable transgressions. Why 
not this one? Was love with another woman really so different? Wasn't she 
being hypocritical by baulking now? Hadn't she considered herself liberated, 
beyond the inhibitions of a Victorian society. Well, hadn't she? 

Janet was still patiently sitting astride Linda's head and facing toward her 
own husband Russ, still contentedly licking and sucking up between the 
younger woman's wide-held thighs, while Linda grappled with her doubts and 
fears. 

Suddenly, all opposition fell away and instinct took over. Why not? Why not 
go all the way, come what may? Cautiously, she reached out with her tongue 
and dabbed gently at the moist quivering pussy-flesh held directly above her 
mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm... yes, that's it honey... " Janet moaned above, and Linda, 
heartened by the older woman's approval, began to lick gingerly with her 
inexperienced tongue. She was surprised at how good it tasted, another 
woman's cunt. She had never expected it to be like this. But Janet seemed to 
be taking it all for granted, and it was up to her, Linda, to follow suit. 

The excited redhead positioned herself more comfortably on top of the supine 
blonde wife, and Linda continued her gentle licking and lapping at the 
quivering vaginal flesh. She eased the tip of her wetly searching tongue up 
into the deep creases and crevices, exploring for the first time the secrets 
of another woman's steaming pussy. She began to warm to her task, as she 
grew in confidence, and managed to find the hardened little bud of Janet's 
clitoris, nestling beneath the collar of copper-haired outer lips. Dropping 
her probing tongue still lower, she encountered the pulsating hole of her 
eagerly clasping cuntal orifice, and began to poke at the viscous aperture. 

Janet moaned and sighed above her, and ground her helplessly aroused cunt 
even harder against the younger woman's tantalizing tongue. She closed her 
eyes in ecstasy, and of their own volition, her hands crept down behind her 
to enclose Linda's full, ripe breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples. She 
liked the feel of the girl's breasts in her hands, and she knew that Linda 
was gasping out her pleasure into her warm, scented cunt. 

Russ knew what had happened. He was surprised when his wife had come into 
the dressing room, but he was not at all surprised by what had followed. He 
knew what Janet was like, and far from objecting to her joining in his 
love-making with his young mistress, he welcomed it. He knew he could always 
count on his unorthodox wife to lend an unusual note to any proceedings. And 
Linda didn't seem to mind either... it seemed as if his protegee was turning 
out to be ready for anything! Linda began to approach orgasm again. She had 
completely accustomed herself to the fact that she was licking Janet's 
pussy, while Janet's own husband was sucking her lust-ridden pussy down 
below. Somehow, it no longer seemed strange. She was giving Janet the same 
pleasure as she was getting herself, and there wasn't anything wrong with 
that. She didn't mind taking part in this lascivious trio... in fact, she 
liked it! 

Just as waves of tremendous pleasure were pounding furiously throughout her 
body, and she felt herself on the brink of a climax, Janet beat her to it. 

"Oh God, keep sucking, Linda! Keep licking my cunt!" Her voice was 
unrecognizable in its passion, and she was pounding her lust-demented cunt 
down against Linda's furiously working mouth. The wildly excited blonde felt 
the warm moist onrush of the redhead's cuntal juices as they swarmed down 
over her face in a misty shower, and then, her own time had come. 

Her impassioned moans were muffled in the softly quivering cuntal flesh of 
the woman above her, and she could feel them exploding and vibrating 
throughout the length of Janet's climaxing young body. 

Russ continued to suck and lap unceasingly at Linda's writhing, flailing 
pussy, exulting vicariously in the two women's orgasms. His face felt numb 
and he could hardly breathe as Linda's vagina rimmed his nose and mouth and 
his own breath returned to him scented with the fragrance of her excited 
body. 

At last, Linda's body began to quiet, the tremors subsiding, until finally 
she and Janet collapsed together in a tangled heap. Their arms enclosed each 
other and Linda felt conscious of a wonderful feeling of warmth and 
satisfaction... a feeling which strangely excluded Russ... a feeling shared 
just with Janet alone... 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Christ, Linda, I love the way you suck my cock!" Russ moaned through 
passion-clenched teeth. He stared down, through lust-dimmed eyes at the 
beautiful blonde lying stretched out between his legs. Her long golden hair 
was draped around his thighs, and her face was masked in a look of 
enraptured pleasure. Her full red lips were ovalled tightly around the 
pulsating hardness of his blood-filled cock, and she was clasping the thick 
sturdy base with one hand. The other hand was eagerly squeezing the churning 
sac of his balls. 

Shivers coursed up and down his spine, and his head was reeling in a daze of 
sensual excitement. He arched his back, forcing more and more of his 
throbbing shaft between the grasping red lips. He wondered how she could 
take so much of it into her mouth without choking, but she couldn't seem to 
get enough of it. She accepted it all without question, closing her lips 
tightly like an elastic band, preventing the lust-hardened rod of flesh from 
pulling back out again. 

But it wasn't just the fact that the attractive blonde was sucking his cock 
that made him so aroused and excited. It was the knowledge that while he was 
having his impassioned shaft licked and kissed by the lascivious young 
housewife, his own wife was groveling in between the pretty blonde's long 
slender legs, sucking and slavering at her trembling pussy. He was involved 
in a lewd trio with his mistress and his wife! 

Linda's eyes were closed in rapturous ecstasy. Her fingers tightened around 
the palpitating base of her lover's pistoning cock, as she slid her softly 
rounded mouth up and down the sensitively squirming surface. It's heaven 
licking Russ's prick like this, she thought happily. And it's better still 
doing it while Janet is sucking my pussy! 

Linda could still hardly believe that it was actually she who was taking 
part in this lascivious tangle. I've certainly changed over the last few 
weeks, she smiled to herself, realizing that she was without question, 
pleased with the metamorphosis that Russ had worked on her. Two short months 
ago, she was miserable, unhappy, completely dissatisfied with her life. Now 
- she had everything she wanted. She had found real sexual fulfillment in a 
way she had never dreamt possible. Her body possessed responses and feelings 
which continued to bewilder her, and sometimes, she was astonished at the 
ease with which she accepted and experimented with different aspects of sex. 

Ever since that eventful day, when Janet had discovered Russ licking her 
cunt, things had taken a new turn. They almost always seemed to fall into a 
threesome now. Not that she minded - quite the opposite, in fact. She had 
never believed that she could derive so much pleasure from making love with 
another woman. But Janet was an expert teacher, just as her husband Russ 
was, and she found that she herself quickly learned. In fact, she had 
established a real rapport with the older woman which had developed into a 
special kind of closeness. 

Yes, things were going wonderfully well for Linda, and she was completely 
happy... well, almost. The only drawback was Phil. Although she tried not to 
worry too much about him, it was impossible not to be concerned about her 
husband of four months. She saw less and less of him as the weeks sped by. 
For a time, when she first got involved with Russ alone, she seemed 
preoccupied with something else. But lately he had begun to get more and 
more irritable. He was continually questioning her as to where she was 
going, and when she'd be back. In fact, he was succeeding in making her very 
uncomfortable. Not that she was feeling guilty. It was just that things 
would go much more smoothly if things were better between them. 

But she just didn't know how to go about improving their relationship. At 
heart, she felt that it was too late - that events had driven a real wedge 
between them that couldn't be shifted. She had almost forgotten about that 
anal incident that lead to their initial estrangement. It seemed so 
insignificant now in the light of all that followed. 

Still, she couldn't bring herself to be the one to break the ice. And ice it 
definitely was. She couldn't admit to her new husband what her activities 
were. And if she brought about a reconciliation, he might take more of an 
interest in what she was doing, and find out what was going on. Sometimes, 
she believed that he was really getting suspicious. He asked her several 
times when the performance was, and she had to keep putting him off. For the 
truth was, rehearsals had been completely abandoned in the orgies of sexual 
adventures which followed their discovery by Janet. 

But Linda soon decided, as she usually did, that she wasn't going to waste 
much time thinking or worrying about Phil. Time was too precious, and she 
was having too much fun with the Randalls. Phil could take care of himself, 
she was sure, and she had to look after her own interests. 

Russ's cock felt like it was expanding every second in the clutching warmth 
of her mouth. The hard spongy head nudged against her larynx and she could 
feel the heated passion of the lust-quickened blood coursing through the 
veins that webbed it's sensitive underside. Her hand continued to milk 
convulsively on the churning sac of his scrotum, and she was rewarded by the 
moans and sighs of pleasure which tore themselves from his throat. 

Her own mewls of pleasure were muffled around the huge, palpitating cock 
jammed in her mouth. Janet's tongue and lips below were kindling an 
uncontrollable fire between her thighs, and involuntarily, she began to 
grind her passion-ridden vagina against the sucking, slavering mouth planted 
firmly on the blood-swollen folds of quivering flesh. Janet felt Linda's 
silky thighs closing tighter against her perspiring face as she continued to 
probe and dab tirelessly with her tongue. Her mouth and nose were completely 
rimmed by the excited blonde's hotly trembling pussy, and her breath was 
expelled in long gasps into the exquisitely scented depths which engulfed 
her. 

The lascivious redhead felt a familiar thrill of pleasure as she continued 
her lewd task. She reveled in the excitement she engendered in the lovely 
young blonde, and she derived her own brand of pleasure from the knowledge 
that soon she would reduce the younger woman to a quivering, moaning mass of 
pure unadulterated passion. Ever since that first time, Linda had never 
failed to respond to feminine love-making, and had quickly learned the 
unbelievable pleasure of having another woman kissing and licking her cunt. 

Yes, Janet was very pleased with the threesome that the young Mrs. Hartley 
made with herself and her husband-. All three of them seemed to click 
together in a way that they, the Randalls, never did with anyone else, and 
Janet thanked her lucky stars that Russ had been able to score with Linda 
right away, and so set them on the road to the incredible experiences they 
were having. 

Of course, she had never any doubt that she would be able to twist Phil 
Hartly around her little finger. She just never had any trouble with men of 
any sort, and young husbands, especially newlyweds, like Phil, were easiest 
of all. They usually had the same story as far as she could discern... they 
discovered that their nubile young brides were not as easy to tame as they 
had thought, and somehow, they were all alike in never realizing that it was 
their inexperience and impatience that was at the root of the trouble. 

And Phil Hartley was no exception. He had never discovered that his 
beautiful young wife, so naive and child-like on the surface, was actually a 
firebomb underneath. She had to admit to herself, though, that she was 
feeling a little guilty about not seeing so much of him lately. In fact, 
that night when she had looked in on Russ and Linda, and hadn't been able to 
resist joining in, she never kept her date with him at all, and he was very 
upset over that. But somehow, she just found the thought of a threesome with 
Linda and Russ much more exciting than an evening with the demanding young 
husband. So she began to spend more and more time with her own husband and 
Mrs. Hartley, and she knew that Phil was getting very upset and angry. But 
she couldn't help that... she couldn't please everyone, and in a case like 
that, she usually opted for pleasing herself... 

Oh God, this is fabulous... Linda thought ecstatically as tremors of 
familiar pleasure washed over her like warm waves, soothing her and at the 
same time baring the sensitive endings of her fever-pitched flesh. Janet's 
incessant licking and sucking below, the hungry plunging of her furled 
tongue into the darkest recesses of her wildly squirming cunt, all added to 
a feverish crescendo of almost unbearable excitement. 

She continued to suck on Russ's thickly inflated cock, her tongue swirling 
and dipping tirelessly as she tried to give him the maximum pleasure. The 
pendulous balls in her hand seemed to contract and harden, and she knew that 
he was almost ready to climax. 

She knew, too, that she herself couldn't hold off too much longer. The 
convulsive spasms which shuddered through her body were reaching shock wave 
proportions, and already she could feel an involuntarily thrashing beginning 
to take control of her fiery pelvis. 

Her satiny thighs clutched even tighter around Janet's submerged head, and 
her own sucking and oral milking above grew more frantic. 

She was almost there... she was almost ready to cum from the unbelievable 
licking that Janet Randall was giving her lust-ridden cunt, while she 
herself was sucking her lover's powerfully driving cock. She was at the 
center of a lascivious, pleasure bound threesome, and she was just about 
ready to climax... 

* * * 

Phil's knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel. His eyes stared 
wildly ahead, and his teeth were clenched in an agony of fury. I've had just 
about enough of this... he said to himself for the innumerable time. I'm 
tired of that little bitch's tricks.. 

It was nearly midnight, and Janet Randall had promised faithfully that she'd 
come to his house at nine that night. But the appointed time came and went, 
just as it had so many other nights, without a sign of the attractive 
redhead. She was driving Phil crazy. The thought that she was playing games 
with him was the worst of all. His bruised ego couldn't take any of her 
feminine wiles, and if she wanted to be finished with him, he'd rather she 
came right out and said so. Instead, it was always excuses, and a promise 
for the future. 

Linda hadn't come home either by the time he left the house. But that was no 
surprise to him now. In fact, he hardly ever saw his wife lately. She was 
always on her way to, if not already at, the theater. Not that it mattered, 
because things were so stiff between them. Linda acted as if she didn't know 
that he existed. They hardly exchanged more than a few words of late. When 
he told her that he had handed in his resignation at the bank, she didn't 
seem to care. He had expected a barrage of outraged resentment at the news 
that he was after all going to join the public relations firm, but, instead 
he was met with barely concealed disinterest... which was far worse. 

But at least, he was free from pressure in his job. If he had to sustain the 
pace at the bank, on top of all his troubles at home and with Janet, he'd 
have gone completely crazy! But now, he was determined to get to the bottom 
of what was happening with Janet. 

Grimly, he swung the car into the theater parking lot, and without wasting a 
second, he slammed the door shut and hurried towards the theater. It was in 
almost total darkness, but instinctively, he went around the back of the 
stage towards the dressing rooms. 

He stood still, listening. He was going to call out, but decided not to. He 
knew Janet must be here, because he had phoned her house and she wasn't 
there. He was sure they were still rehearsing here somewhere, or maybe even 
having a drink after a rehearsal. If he could just talk to Janet for a few 
minutes in private, he'd say all he wanted to say and maybe they'd get 
things straight. As for his wife, Linda, there was nothing he could say to 
her. She was like a stranger, and he felt a little pang of resentment at the 
realization that she probably wouldn't be very glad to see him. Oh, to hell 
with her, he thought angrily, striding towards the dressing rooms. 

And then he heard it. 

He froze, standing stock still. He strained his ears to listen, while his 
face drained of all color. Then he heard it again. 

A muffled moan... of pain... or pleasure? 

Fear tremored through him, but resolutely, he took himself in hand. By 
instinct, he moved over to where the sound was coming from, with slow, 
carefully silent steps. He didn't know what those sounds meant, but he was 
going to find out. He saw a light shining from under one of the doors - a 
room he had never been in, and before he. gave himself time to think, he 
turned the handle. 

Noiselessly, he pushed open the door, and peered into the room. 

Time seemed to stand still for Phil in that moment. He stared in open 
mouthed disbelief at what was transpiring there, and the unbelievable sight 
was etched forever on his shocked memory. He couldn't believe what he was 
witnessing, and he wanted to cry out in horror, but his throat was dry and 
no sound came. . He was absolutely flabbergasted, struck dumb by the sight 
of his beautiful young wife lasciviously entangled with Russ and Janet 
Randall. He just couldn't believe that it was his wife, Linda, who was 
lewdly sucking Randall's cock while at the same time having her pussy licked 
by Randall's wife, his own mistress! 

Phil wanted to dash over and separate the lurid trio, to beat the daylights 
out of that son of a bitch Randall, to slap the hell out of that two-timing 
redhead, and... he didn't know what he wanted to do to Linda. It can't be! 
It can't be... he kept repeating. But it was undoubtedly Linda who was 
moaning softly around the pistoning shaft of Randall's big, hard cock sunk 
halfway between her lips, while she ground her wet, pink pussy against the 
softly slapping tongue that was searching and swirling between her thighs. 

It was like a nightmare, and Phil only wished that he'd wake up, and quick. 
He was rooted to the ground, and couldn't do a thing to put a stop to the 
incredibly obscene act that was going on right in front of his eyes, and in 
which his wife was taking such a leading, and obviously enjoyable part. 

That was the strange thing about it. His knowledge of Linda and what he had 
believed her to be like didn't coincide at all with the feverishly aroused 
blonde that was writhing and twisting between the naked bodies of Russ and 
Janet Randall. 

At that moment, Randall's passion-distorted voice rang out, making Phil's 
blood run cold. 

"Aaaaaaagggggghh... keep sucking my cock, Linda... I'm... I'm... 
cumminnngggg... !!" 

Randall was cumming in Linda's mouth! 

Phil's eyes widened in disbelief and horror when he saw his wife's cheeks 
hollow and fill, and a rosy blush crimson her face. He knew that she was 
swallowing another man's seething male sperm, that she was drinking 
Randall's scalding white cum as it cascaded down into her gulping throat. 
Phil wanted more than anything else in the world to dash over there and stop 
the lewd act. 

But he was paralyzed by incredulity, horror and shock. He just couldn't 
move. In a daze of numbness, he saw that Randall's cock was at last 
beginning to deflate inside Linda's mouth, and felt something akin to relief 
when it finally slipped wetly from between her clutching lips. Now he'd go 
over to them, confront them, make them pay for what he'd witnessed... 

But once again, he was shocked into immobility. 

He saw that Linda's beautiful svelte body was beginning to stiffen. It 
seemed to hover, arched, for a long moment, before... 

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm dimming!" 

Her voice was hoarse and impassioned and Phil hardly recognized it. 

Then Linda's body began to dissolve into thousands of miniature spasms which 
seemed to quiver and pulse every nerve in her body. Her head was thrown 
back, her hair a wild mane around her face. Her full voluptuous breasts were 
heaving and her hips were pounding furiously against Janet's half-buried 
face. 

She was climaxing from the wanton redhead's insane licking and tonguing of 
her cunt! 

Phil watched in lewd fascination. Horror and anger faded for a moment as he 
stared with bulging eyes. Was this lust-maddened creature really his wife? 
Could that really be Linda, that magnificent female who seemed so completely 
all woman? Was this the frigid, timid Linda he knew, loved and married? Phil 
just couldn't believe it, and for a moment, he felt a surge of happiness and 
pleasure that such a provocative, voluptuous creature was really his wife. 

But the bubble burst, when Linda's body finally began to subside, and her 
thighs opened to release Janet's moisture-bathed face. Anger and resentment 
seethed inside him again. His hands doubled into fists and a dull flush of 
fury blotched his cheeks. 

He took a step forward, prepared to vent his anger on both his wife for her 
infidelity and his mistress for her two timing. But in that instant, Janet 
Randall looked up and saw him. A look of pure undisguised horror masked her 
face and her eyes rounded in fearful surprise. 

"Oh my God, Phil, what are you doing here?" 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Linda stared at her husband with terror-stricken eyes. She wanted to cry 
out, to plead for mercy, but she couldn't. She could only look at him, 
speechless with shock. 

"You dirty goddamned whore! You filthy slut!" Phil ranted, beyond all 
control. He could see no one but his wife, lying naked, her flesh still 
quivering from the pleasure she had just experienced. Even Janet was 
forgotten in the tirade of fury. 

"You cheating little bitch! Not married six months, and you're fucking 
another man! How many others have there been, you goddamned whore?" 

Linda cringed in horror and shame. Oh God, he was right. She had cheated, 
and that was unforgivable. He had a right to call her those vile names; she 
deserved them. Dear God, what was she going to do now? 

"Now wait a minute," Randall interposed calmly, his voice self-assured and 
smooth. 

"You keep quiet, you son of a bitch, or I'll break your goddamned neck!" 
Phil spat, drawing menacingly closer to his trembling wife. Linda lay 
cowering, her eyes downcast. She was mortified beyond belief, and she 
couldn't even make a move to cover her humiliating nakedness. This was worse 
than anything she'd ever imagined. That her husband should discover her like 
this, with the evidence of her insatiable lust written all over her. He 
probably was watching when she climaxed. He probably saw her sucking Russ to 
completion, and then heard her own wild cries of orgasm. 

Tears coursed down her cheeks and her whole body shook with helpless sobs. 

"That's right, cry now," Phil snarled, "because by the time I've finished 
with you, you won't be able to... " But just then, a cool voice intervened. 

"Hold on, sonny, until we get the facts straight!" 

Phil whirled around, and came face to face with Janet, who was leaning 
against the wall, calmly smoking a cigarette. She was still completely 
naked, but was totally oblivious to the fact. 

Phil's mouth dropped open. He had forgotten completely about his red-haired 
mistress, even though it had been she who had first noticed his presence. 

"J-Janet... " he faltered helplessly. 

"Yes, I think we should all know all the facts first, and then we can go 
ahead with our accusations... " 

"What do you mean?" 

It was Linda, her voice icy, her eyes glittering. Her tears had dried on her 
face, and she was staring fixedly at the nonchalant redhead. 

"It's just that I don't like to see a gal maligned, especially when it's 
someone I happen to be very fond of!" 

"You stay out of this!" Phil warned threateningly, suddenly feeling unsure 
of himself. 

"How can I, honey, when I am, or rather was, right in the thick of things?" 
Janet tittered. 

"Just what are you getting at?" Linda questioned again. 

"Now Linda honey, don't get upset. But I think you ought to know what your 
poor husband has been up to while you were fucking and sucking my husband... 
" Linda stared at Phil. She still didn't know what was coming, but a nagging 
suspicion gnawed at her trembling insides. 

"To put it in plain language," Russ suddenly enjoined, "your husband has 
been fucking my wife, ever since that night he first came to the theater!" 

There was complete silence. 

Linda gaped at her husband, who stood there shamefacedly, unable to meet her 
gaze. No! No! It can't be... was her first reaction. She just couldn't bear 
to think of her husband involved with another woman. It was just too much to 
take. She forgot completely that she, too, had been unfaithful. All she 
could think of was the fact that Phil, her own husband, had been unfaithful 
to her... was having an affair with Janet. 

Fresh tears coursed down her face. She was so miserable. Phil obviously 
didn't love her... he was much more interested in the redhead. No wonder he 
didn't care that she was away from home so much... no wonder he never 
evinced any interest in her at all... he was tired of her... he had found 
another woman! 

"I... I'm sorry, Linda," the abject husband said flatly. 

"H-how could you?" Linda stammered miserably. 

"I couldn't help it, Linda, I really couldn't. We just weren't making it 
together in bed, and then after that time I fucked you in the ass, things 
just went from bad to worse. And then Janet... Janet... " his voice trailed 
off and there was silence. 

Linda was just about to launch into a tirade against him when she caught 
herself in time. She recalled her own infidelity, dating back from the same 
night as Phil had first got involved with Janet. Who was she to cast stones? 
Hadn't she fallen into Russ's arms for the very same reason? Hadn't she 
sought comfort and pleasure in another man's arms, just as Phil had in 
Janet's? She was just as much to blame as he was. She knew that now. She was 
unresponsive in bed, far different to what she was now, and Phil really 
couldn't be blamed for what he did. No more than she herself could! 

"I'm sorry, too, darling," she said in a small voice. 

"For what?" 

"For being unfaithful with Russ. But I couldn't help it! After that anal 
fucking you gave me, I went all to pieces." 

Phil hardly noticed his wife's unaccustomed use of the obscene word. He was 
so glad that she had obviously forgiven him that he didn't care about 
anything else. 

Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. They didn't notice that the 
Randalls had slipped unobtrusively out of the tiny dressing room and that 
they were alone. 

"I was so desperate," Phil was saying, "and Janet seemed like a real woman, 
something I really needed." 

"I know," Linda commiserated, "it must have been terrible for you. But you 
see, I didn't realize I was frigid!" 

"Well, you weren't f - " 

"Yes, I was," Linda said emphatically, "but now, thanks to Russ, I'm over 
that. Thank God, I'm not that way now." 

Phil pulled away from her, a crestfallen look on his face. 

"I couldn't even make my own wife happy," he said bitterly, "it took another 
guy to do that!" 

"But darling, can't you see? That's not your fault. It had something to do 
with me. I had to be seduced by another man in order to be awakened. Or 
something like that. Anyway, I know that I would never have been changed if 
it weren't for Russ, or someone like him." 

Phil was agonized by a thousand doubts. He felt deathly jealous of Russ, 
wanted to break his jaw, but at the same time, realized that he was the guy 
instrumental in bringing about the miraculous change in his wife. But he 
felt left out, unwanted. 

"Well, I guess if Randall is the guy who turns you on, you won't need me 
around... " Linda moved close to her unhappy husband again. 

"Don't be silly, darling. Russ may have turned me in, but as to turning me 
on... " Her hand had slipped inside his shirt and was running up and down 
the hirsute expanse of his chest. He felt the skin along his spine tingle, 
but he didn't move, didn't say a word. Carefully, Linda began to unbutton 
his shirt, and then pulled it off. Right away, she began to trail hot little 
kisses down his pounding flesh, and he could feel the first stirrings of his 
awakening cock. 

She seemed to sense it, too, for her hand immediately dropped to the growing 
bulge; and it leaped excitedly against her hand. Deftly, she pulled down the 
zipper of his fly, and the palpitating shaft jumped up passionately into her 
softly caressing hand. Tiny thrills of pleasure cavorted up and down his 
back, but he wouldn't let himself notice them. His head was spinning in a 
daze of disbelief and he was afraid that he would wake up and find it was 
all a dream. He could hardly believe that it was true... that it was his own 
wife Linda who was stroking his cock like that, making it expand into 
unbelievable hardness. But then, he had seen her as he had never seen her 
before, twisting and flailing in uncontrollable orgasm, when Janet was 
licking her cunt. 

But there was a nagging doubt at the back of his mind. She won't be that way 
with me... Randall was the guy who finally wakened her... I couldn't do 
it... 

By now, he was completely naked, and the throbbing erection of his 
lust-hardened shaft stood out proudly from the mesh of wiry pubic curls at 
the base. 

"Let's fuck, darling... let's fuck now... " Linda was whispering urgently. 
Phil stared at her in disbelief. Her eyes were glued on the palpitating rod 
of flesh standing out rigidly from between his legs, and there was a look of 
desire reflected in her features that he had never seen before. For the 
first time, he began to see her with new eyes. He saw the fuller, rounder 
contours of her golden body, he saw the provocative fullness of her ripe red 
lips, he saw the smoldering mystery hidden deep in her blue eyes. For a long 
moment, she seemed like a glorious stranger to him, a fabulous creature who 
epitomized the essence of womanhood. And she was his wife! 

The thought struck him with the force of a mailed fist, and all other doubts 
and fears left him. Suddenly, he was bereft of everything but the carnal, 
primitive desire to possess her. To take her and fuck her half to death. 

With an almost animalistic snarl, he lunged himself at her, enfolding her in 
a tight, possessive embrace, grinding his mouth down on hers in a 
passionate, demanding kiss. To his delight and amazement, she responded in 
full, parting her lips to receive his tongue. Then her own organ rose to 
meet his, and the two tongues entwined and fenced in a lewd dance of sexual 
arousal. She pressed her sensuous body against his, and Phil could feel the 
heated desire emanating from the quivering surface of her sensitively alive 
flesh. She wanted him as much as he wanted her! 

He could feel her thighs parting invitingly as they lay in a long embrace on 
the sofa. He knew they must have fallen together onto the long couch, but he 
couldn't remember. He had forgotten everything in the wave of lust that had 
swept over him. 

He moaned through clenched teeth when he felt her soft, cool fingers 
encircling his blood-inflated cock. They seemed to sear the quivering flesh 
like a red-hot brand, and the tormented shaft of palpitating male hardness 
seemed to grow and expand under her touch. 

"Mmmmmmm... it's so nice and big and hard already... " Linda murmured, 
guiding the rubbery head towards the openly receptive entrance to her 
willing body. She spread her silk-smooth slender thighs even further apart, 
revealing the moistly trembling slit of her soft, pink pussy. Phil felt the 
first tantalizing softness of the delicate outer flesh as it grazed against 
the rock-hardness of his lust-driven cock, and suddenly, it was too much for 
him. He couldn't wait 'a moment longer. He had to possess his wife now... 
before anything changed, before he discovered it was all a dream. 

Tightening his fingers on her satin-like thighs, he surged forward with 
almost brute strength, forcing the burgeoning head of his granite-hard shaft 
through the fragile viscous opening, and sending it plunging through the 
futilely resisting vaginal channel. 

"Oh God no! You're hurting me... stop... " Linda pleaded pitifully, the huge 
entry jarring her unsuspecting body. But Phil was oblivious to her cries. 
Resolutely, he forged forward, sinking his passion-inflated rod to the hilt 
in her soft quivering depths. When he had buried it completely up between 
her outstretched legs, he held it there for a long moment, flexing it 
slightly, and then he began to withdraw. When he was almost completely 
withdrawn, he rammed forward again with the same forceful intensity. 

"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhh... mmmmmmm mmmm... " Linda sighed as her moistening 
cuntal walls began to adjust to the unexpectedly huge size. She spread her 
thighs a little farther, and flexed her pussy upwards, the gently trembling 
plane of her openly receptive cunt proffered invitingly. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh... yessssss... " she began to mewl as her husband began a 
slow, sweeping rhythm as he fucked her. After the initial pain of his 
sudden, brutal entry, she began to enjoy the deep, hard thrusts, and could 
feel her whole body responding in the old familiar way. 

"... uuugggghhhhhnnnn... aaaahhhhhhhh... " she gasped as he plunged into her 
eagerly receptive depths, his hands holding her tightly in place. She flexed 
her pelvis upwards to receive his instrokes, and then swung backwards to 
draw out the ecstasy of his slow, rhythmic withdrawal. 

Phil was in a daze of pleasurable incredulity. This was the Linda he had 
always dreamed of. Only, up till now, she had been a far cry from this. Now, 
she was a real woman, responding to him the way he had always hoped she 
would. It was obvious now that it wasn't only Randall, or his wife, that she 
responded to. It was obvious that she was also aroused and excited by him, 
her husband, and that knowledge imbued Phil with a feeling of masculine 
power that he hadn't experienced in a long time. 

He could forget now all about the days when she was cold and unresponsive, 
about the times when he had felt empty and unsatisfied. Those days were 
obviously behind them both, and, he for one, was definitely not sorry. He'd 
much rather have this fabulous new Linda, regardless of how the catharsis 
had occurred. And for the first time, he realized that he actually felt 
grateful to Randall for what he had done for his wife. If it hadn't been for 
the experienced older man, he might never have found the key to his wife's 
liberation himself. 

Their wet, perspiring bodies slapped together lewdly, and Linda raised her 
long, tapering legs and wrapped her ankles around her husband's lower back, 
while her arms crept up and pulled him down harder on top of her. She 
pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and her mouth sought 
his in an eager, demanding kiss. She was quivering all over from pleasure, 
and she was glad now that her husband had found out. And the best, thing of 
all was that he didn't seem to mind anymore. Of course, he himself had been 
just as guilty as she, and now, somehow, she didn't mind his infidelity with 
Janet, either. Things were working out so well... 

Linda thought that she imagined the hands that were coursing all over her 
naked body. For a moment, she was sure that it was just vicarious pleasure 
she was feeling, but as minutes went by, she realized that it was not. There 
was someone else there! She could feel the hoarse, rasping breathing on her 
neck, and feel the touch of naked flesh against hers. Oh God, what's 
happening?... 

Her body stiffened and a feeling of dread tumbled through her. 

"Take it easy, honey... it's only me, Russ Linda stifled a gasp of horror. 
Russ! Oh God, what did he want? What was he going to do? What would Phil 
say? 

She stole a look at her impassioned husband, but he seemed to be oblivious 
to everything but the interaction of their two bodies. Linda was in a frenzy 
of panic. On one hand, her body was alive with pleasurable sensations, and 
she was rapidly floating towards a fabulous orgasm, but on the other, her 
mind was paralyzed with the reality of the insidious closeness of her lover. 

"Russ, wha... " she managed to stammer in a faltering whisper, hoping that 
he'd go away, that he'd leave her alone. His hands were digging convulsively 
at the straining mounds of her ass, his fingers like steel talons in the 
sensitive flesh. 

"Roll over, baby... roll over and make room for me!" 

Linda gasped in shocked horror at his hoarsely whispered words. What on 
earth did he mean? Dear God, why did this have to happen? 

Unbelievably, she found herself being shifted. Phil was moving her, sliding 
down underneath and pulling her over on top. He must have heard Russ's 
demand... and he was obeying it. He wasn't getting angry or upset... but 
what did Russ have in mind? 

Once more, she felt the softly rounded cheeks of her ass being pulled 
roughly apart, baring the dark moist crevice of her anus. A quiver of fear 
shot through her and made her hunch against the jerking figure of her 
husband beneath. And then... 

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH... STOP IT! STOP IT!" 

There was a shooting, blinding pain scorching up her back passage, that 
seemed to ignite her spine and culminate in a myriad red-hot jabs of agony 
throughout her body. Frantically, she wriggled her lewdly skewered buttocks 
around to try and rid herself of the agonizing intruder, but it only seemed 
to suck the pain-giving instrument farther up into her sorely bruised 
depths. 

Russ scoured his middle finger around inside the tightly resisting 
sphincter, and then after a moment, pulled it out again. He heard Linda sigh 
with relief and a sadistic smile contorted his face. He just hadn't been 
able to resist joining in. The sight of the two naked bodies slapping and 
bucking against each other in a fervor of sexual arousal excited him beyond 
belief, and in spite of Janet's insistence to leave them alone, he just 
couldn't stop himself from rushing over to the young married couple. 

Once again, he tightened his fingers on the satiny mounds of her buttocks, 
and pulled them far apart, straining them almost beyond endurance. His eyes 
fastened on the tiny hairless aperture of her rectum, and instinctively, one 
hand dropped towards the huge, throbbing erection of his lust-distended 
cock. Slowly, inexorably, he guided it in towards the small defenseless 
little hole. 

Linda felt the new hardness nudging at her helpless anus, and a new shiver 
of terror rushed through her. She had felt such relief at the withdrawal of 
his finger that she had momentarily forgotten all about him and was once 
more wrapt in the pleasure she was giving to and receiving from her husband. 
But Russ was once again reminding her of his threatening presence. She tried 
to pull away from the insisting probing behind, but there was nowhere she 
could go. Russ held her firmly from behind, and Phil beneath pinioned her 
with the driving force of his skewering cock. 

A wave of panic hit her like a ton of bricks when the jabbing behind 
increased, and then, everything was wiped out in the overwhelming aftermath 
of an incredible sheet of blinding pain which engulfed her. 

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH... NOOOOOOOOOOOO... " Her voice was harsh and raucous 
and desperately she tried to escape the unbelievable shaft of agony which 
had succeeded in penetrating her defenseless anus. 

"STOP! STOP! OH GOD PLEASE STOP... YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO... " But both 
her husband and her lover seemed oblivious to her cries of pain and anguish. 
She had hoped that Phil would somehow help her, but it was obvious that he 
wasn't going to. And Russ seemed to be taking a sadistic delight in her 
torment. 

His eyes bulged in lewd satisfaction as he forced the heavily swollen girth 
of his lust-inflated cock into the futilely resisting rectal passage. Man, 
it's tight... he thought, running the tip of his tongue over his dry lips. 
Concentrating his energies, he continued to surge forward, his fingers 
leaving ugly red marks on her softly fleshed ass-cheeks. At last, he hit 
bottom. He had succeeded in sinking his thick, rock-hard shaft to the hilt 
in her painfully stretched anal depths! 

Linda could hardly breathe. Her throat felt constricted and her head felt 
numb and aching. Her body seemed to be one indistinguishable mass of fiery 
pain. Seemingly oblivious to what was going on, Phil was still fucking 
rhythmically into her passion-drenched cunt from below, and Linda thought 
she had entered some kind of bedlam. She just couldn't bring herself to 
believe that Russ had actually entered her from behind while at the same 
time her own husband was fucking her in front. 

For a long, agonizing moment, her lover held his passion-distended shaft 
inside her widely stretched rectum, flexing it slightly, and then pulled it 
out slowly. 

Without hesitation, he began to surge forward again. 

"... aaagggghhhhnnnnnnnn... " Another excruciatingly painful inch... "... 
urrrgggghhhhnnnnn... mmmmhhhh nnnnn... " And then. 

"Oh God! Oh God!... Aaaaaahhhh hhhh... " He had buried it to the hilt again 
inside her forever stretched anus. 

Tears rushed to Linda's eyes and she bit back more sobs of pain and protest. 
What was the use? He paid no attention to her misery, no more than her own 
husband did. She just had to bear it, wait until it was all over. 

Russ began to drive into her from above with deep, hard strokes, slowly at 
first, but gaining in momentum and rhythm. Without a word, the two men began 
to plunge into her as one, the two lust-demented penises plummeting 
unanimously into her twin passages, grazing each other through the thin 
dividing Membrane. Then they withdrew at the same time, with amazingly 
coordinated timing. 

Linda was grateful when the pain began to ease. As if by magic, it suddenly 
cleared away, and she could hardly believe it, because she was sure that it 
was going to be the same as when her husband had fucked her in the ass that 
time, which seemed so very long ago now. But it wasn't the same... because 
she wasn't the same. So much had happened to her since that eventful night, 
and now she was reacting in an entirely different way to being fucked in the 
ass. 

She could hardly believe it at first, but then the evidence became 
overpowering, and then, only too obvious... 

She was beginning to enjoy it! She was beginning to respond to being screwed 
by two men at once, one in front and the other in the back! A tiny whirlwind 
of pleasure was gathering force inside her, whipping up a frenzy of sensual 
arousal, which made her moan and squirm with unexpected excitement. 

Involuntarily, a low mewl of pleasure escaped her lips, and her surrender 
was signalled by the spasms which seemed to take possession of her body all 
at once. She was actually beginning to be excited by the actuality of her 
husband plunging his cock into her pussy in front, while her lover skewered 
her with his penis behind. 

There was no pain now, only overriding pleasure. Her body arched and fell 
between the two men, and her pelvic thrusts became more and more frantic as 
her passion grew. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh yessss... Ohhhhhhh she hissed from between clenched teeth, 
and gave herself over completely to the greater forces which were clamoring 
for possession, total and complete, of her body. 

Russ witnessed her capitulation with a sadistic sense of pleasure. She 
really is a hell of a woman, he thought admiringly, surprised even himself 
at her total subjugation. She was grinding and flailing her body wildly 
between the two men, rolling her hips backward to receive his deep anal 
plunges, and then swinging downward to catch her husband's retreating cock 
as it withdrew from her clutching vagina. 

Linda was in seventh heaven. She had never experienced pleasure like this... 
and she thought she had experienced everything. Now I really am liberated, 
she thought to herself happily. Not even her wild trios with both the 
Randalls were anything like this. They didn't even come near to the pleasure 
of being fucked by two men at once, sandwiched between their passion-driven 
bodies. 

A surge of masochistic joy poured through her at the idea of how she must 
look, completely enslaved by the male power of her lover and her husband, 
and she suddenly knew, without doubt that she had reached a new height in 
sensual pleasure. She didn't think she could be satisfied again with just 
her husband, or any one man... not now that she had tasted this illicit 
fruit of unbelievable excitement. 

All at once, she felt waves of white-hot joy washing over her and she was 
aware of a keen sense of disappointment. She had wanted to prolong this for 
as long as she could, but her unhappy feeling was quickly drowned out in the 
surges of pleasure which enveloped her as she realized again the 
overwhelming passion of climaxing. And this time, she was reaching a dual 
orgasm from the double fucking she was getting. Her husband's and her 
lover's hoarse cries of triumph sounded like war-cries in her ears, and she 
knew that all three were climaxing simultaneously. 

Then she was slipping into a kind of nirvana, her brain unable to cope with 
the tremendous excitement of what she was going through. But she didn't 
mind, because she felt safe and secure, flanked by one side by her 
aggressive young husband and on the other by her sophisticated, worldly 
lover... 

CHAPTER NINE 

Linda held the huge desire-swollen cock carefully between her thumb and 
forefinger, and slowly lowered her head towards the enticing shaft. She 
could feel Phil quiver with suppressed excitement, and emboldened by his 
reaction, she reached out with her tongue and swiped it the length of the 
palpitating rod of lust-hardened flesh. 

"Mmmmmmmmm... " Phil sighed blissfully, leaning back happily, giving himself 
over completely to his young wife's lewd ministrations. 

He thought he should feel tired, but he didn't. He just felt completely 
fulfilled, and wonderfully happy. After that time when he and Russ had 
fucked Linda together, Janet had come rushing in and all four had joined 
together in what proved to be the first of several wild experimentations. 
Before he had time to think whether he approved or not, he found himself 
caught up in different combinations, and when it was over, he discovered 
that he really didn't mind group sex. Far from it - he found he actually 
enjoyed it. Linda herself seemed to revel in it, and he just couldn't get 
over how changed she was. She was like a completely different person, and he 
emphatically liked the change. But after a while, they just all had to take 
a break. 

So Russ poured out drinks from the theater supply, and it was then that the 
Randalls confessed to their part in what had happened. Phil couldn't help 
feeling a little angry over the whole thing, but Linda just laughed when she 
heard how they had planned to seduce both herself and Phil. 

"For whatever the reason, I'm glad it happened," Linda asserted, and Phil 
had to agree with her. Besides, the Randalls really didn't mean any harm, 
and they seemed to click so well with Linda. She was obviously really fond 
of them and he couldn't help thinking that they really were good for her. 

When they had finished their drinks, Phil had suggested that they really 
ought to be getting on home, since it was nearly dawn. But Janet and Russ 
protested and so they had all agreed to stay just a little longer before 
going home. 

Linda had whispered to him that she would like to suck his cock, and of 
course, he had been thrilled by that. He never dreamed that he'd ever hear 
her say that. But she did and right now, she was licking and kissing it in 
an unbelievably exciting way. Her tongue seemed to move magically over the 
burning surface, swirling and slavering with tantalizing expertise, arousing 
sensual thrills of pleasure inside him. 

Her hand exerted exhilarating pressure on his churning balls, while the 
fingers of her other hand squeezed gently on the thick stubby base buried in 
the tangle of pubic wisps. His own hands caught in her silky blonde hair and 
forced her face further down on his pounding cock, trying to make her accept 
more and more of his pistoning shaft in her warm, gently convoluting mouth. 

Linda closed her eyes in ecstasy, thrilled to the depths of her being by the 
lewd act she was performing. Although she was beginning to feel tired after 
the exertions of the long, pleasure-filled night, she still wanted to do 
this one last thing. She wanted to taste, for the first time, her own 
husband's fully erected penis in her mouth. She wanted to lick and suck on 
it, bring it to completion between her lips. She wanted to swallow his 
heated male sperm, just as she had Russ's. Yet, she was glad that she had 
the chance to pay him the ultimate homage. 

Her whole body felt almost lethargic, yet her mind was crystal clear and 
alert. She and Phil and the Randalls had talked everything over, and she was 
more amused than anything else at their disclosure of their plan. Deep down, 
she knew that Russ had to resort to a scheme in order to get her to submit 
to him, because she knew she would never have acquiesced otherwise. She knew 
Phil was a little angry over that, but she sensed that it was probably more 
jealousy of the older man than anything else. 

But they were all good friends now, and she had never imagined love-making 
like that she had just experienced with her two friends and her husband. She 
had enjoyed orgasm after fabulous orgasm, and still her body seemed to have 
a capacity for yet more pleasure. She knew that she and Phil were embarking 
on a life that they never dreamed they'd lead, and she knew that the 
Randalls would play a leading part in it. Janet had casually mentioned the 
Kingstons, another young couple that Linda had never met, but who seemed to 
be just their type, and Russ had promised that they would all have to get 
together. 

Linda knew what that meant. And she was looking forward to it. The more the 
merrier. She had a feeling that Phil himself didn't go for group sex that 
much, but she knew that he would be willing to take part, for her sake. She 
was really glad that things were cemented between them now. She didn't think 
she could go on much longer, the way things were, and although the initial 
confrontation with her angered young husband was unpleasant, it was now over 
with and they had come to understand each other a little better. 

She felt that their marriage would now be all the better for what had 
happened to them. She just knew, that going on the way they were, they would 
certainly end in divorce and she didn't want that! No, she really loved 
Phil, and was excited and aroused by him physically. It was just that he 
hadn't been able to arouse her, and now that another man had done that, she 
found that her sexual appetite craved for more bizarre sex. And so long as 
Phil didn't mind, why should she worry? 

She returned her full attention to her lascivious task, sucking and 
slavering on the lust-hardened rod of male flesh between her lips. She 
glided her mouth up and down the sensitively squirming length, pressuring 
the thickly webbed underside slightly with her teeth, flicking the tip of 
her tongue into the tiny glans opening at the top of the burgeoning head. 
Her hand continued to milk convulsively on the sperm-laden scrotum of his 
balls, making them contract and churn with frantic excitement. 

Above her, Phil mewled with animalistic pleasure, and she thrilled in the 
satisfaction she was giving him. 

"God Linda, no one can suck cock like you do!" he gasped, his voice hoarse 
and passionate, and his praise warmed her more than any she had received 
even from Russ. Now she was the sort of wife he always wanted, and that she 
always wanted to be. Phil would no longer feel cold and unwanted, would no 
longer think her frigid! She renewed the quickening tempo of her wildly 
darting tongue, whipping up a frenzy of saliva around the blood-inflated 
shaft. 

She barely felt the hands sliding along the soft fleshy mounds of her ass 
cheeks. At first, they were like tiny insects crawling over the satiny 
cheeks, then they became more like bee stings, as they began to knead 
convulsively at the soft flesh. They began to pull them apart, straining 
them painfully, and a little shudder of masochistic joy shot through her as 
she realized that Russ was joining in. 

She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the warm wet lapping of a 
tongue on her secret parts, and an illicit shiver tingled through her. Russ 
continued to swipe at her widely spread anal crack with his tongue, wetly 
dipping it lower still to slaver at the trembling flesh of her delicate 
little pussy. 

Linda's moans of pleasure were lost around the jerking cock rammed into her 
mouth, but her whole body began to quiver and spasm with mounting arousal. 
She was so highly attuned now that it didn't take much to get her really 
excited, and the realization that she might be taking part in yet another 
combination thrilled her lasciviously. 

Then, moments later, she felt the hard probing between her firmly rounded 
ass cheeks. She knew it was Russ's cock, already fully erect and stiffened 
with lust, and it was jabbing eagerly at the moistly contracting hole of her 
greedily receptive pussy. 

Without hesitation, he surged forward, holding Linda firmly in position by 
his vise-like grip on her excitedly wavering buttocks. With a flesh 
splitting surge, he penetrated the fragile petal shaped opening, sliding 
hungrily into the darkness of her moistly clinging vaginal depths. 

Thrills of pleasure coursed through her, undulating along her spine like 
ripples of sensually soothing water, as he surged unerringly into the very 
core of her being. The hard, rubbery head touched grazingly against the tip 
of her cervix, and the unusual contact added new dimensions of pleasure to 
what she was feeling. Eagerly, she thrust her buttocks backwards, flaring 
open her sensitively writhing pussy walls to enclose more and more of his 
passion inciting shaft. 

For a long moment, Randall held his long thick cock immobile inside her, 
knowing that it was making her impatient, realizing that she wanted him to 
start thrusting deeply into her. But he liked to control things, to do 
everything his way. He also realized that with Linda, the more she wanted 
it, the more she would enjoy it later. 

Then he finally began to withdraw, pulling out slowly his long swollen rod, 
until just the knob-like head was still enclosed, clasped greedily by the 
prehensile outer edges of her voracious cunt. At last, he rammed forward 
again, burying his lust-inciting cock to the hilt in her eagerly receptive 
depths, the smooth inner vaginal walls closing like a velvet glove around 
his sunken shaft. 

He began to saw into her with long, hard even strokes, and he realized that 
almost immediately, she began to suck and lick in exact timing with his 
inthrusts. She began to glide her ovaled lips up and down the hardened shaft 
clasped between her lips in exact rhythm with his deep, hard instrokes, so 
that her whole body was undulating between the two men. 

The three naked bodies were stretched out in a long daisy chain, and Russ 
knew that it wouldn't be long before Janet joined in. Although she got a lot 
of fun out of watching, she also liked to get her share of the fun and he 
couldn't blame her. He was just glad that things had worked out so well for 
all of them, and that the young Hartley hadn't hit the roof when he found 
out what was going on. 

Linda felt herself rising to a now familiar pinnacle of happiness. She knew 
how she must look - the center of a stretched out snake of naked bodies, and 
she thrilled in the sensual abandon that she was such an integral part of. 

She loved sucking on her husband's driving cock while her lover fucked her 
dog fashion from behind. Fucking and sucking... lewd, obscene words which 
perfectly described acts which she had come to accept as natural and good. 
How could they be otherwise when she got so much pleasure and satisfaction 
from them? Now, Phil's anal fucking faded into insignificance. She had ended 
up enjoying it when Russ and entered her back there at the same time as her 
husband made love to her, and she knew now that she had reached the limits. 
She had tried everything, and found she wanted it all. 

A slight movement caught her eye, and she saw Janet's cream-white curvaceous 
body position itself at Phil's head. Linda saw the long, slender thighs part 
and caught a glimpse of the moistly trembling split of her friend's vagina, 
before the thighs closed again to enclose Phil's head between them. Linda 
could feel her husband shifting slightly as he adjusted himself to this new 
development, and when next Linda looked, she saw that Phil was beginning to 
lick eagerly at the redhead's eagerly proffered pussy. 

They had formed a lewd foursome again! She went on sucking and slavering 
greedily at her husband's palpitating cock, while he lapped at her friend's 
excitedly writhing cunt, while at the same time, her own lover fucked her 
from behind. 

Thrills of illicit pleasure rushed through her, and she thought she'd go 
crazy from the multitude of sensations cavorting through her. This time is 
definitely the best... she mused happily, giving herself over completely to 
the electrifying Shockwaves shuddering through her perspiring, writhing 
body. The whole snaked out length of naked, squirming bodies seemed to move 
in unison, and the spasms of pleasure felt by one seemed to ricochet through 
the daisy chain of lewdly entangled bodies. Each mewl, each sigh of ecstasy 
seemed to reverberate through each tingling body and their tongues and cocks 
seemed to dip and lick and thrust almost as one. Linda knew that it wouldn't 
be long before someone broke. The pace was too intense, but she hoped it 
wouldn't be she herself. She wanted to draw it out, to make it last. 

As if on cue, she felt Russ stiffen behind her, and then come pounding 
against her bruised buttocks with the force of gigantic rollers against 
bleak, craggy rocks. 

"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh... Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming!" 

His whole body seemed to disintegrate as it battered ceaselessly against her 
upraised ass, and she felt the hot onrush of his heated male fluid as it 
gushed into her hungrily milking vaginal depths. Her eager inner walls 
clutched rhythmically on the ejaculating shaft, coaxing every last drop of 
hot, thick liquid from it, as it continued to empty into her secret internal 
crevices. 

Janet, too, suddenly began to moan, her voice strident and excited. Linda 
saw her grind her lust-ridden pussy mercilessly against Phil's entrapped 
face, and his wife was afraid for a moment that he might smother. Her thighs 
were clamped against his face, the russet triangle of her pubic Vee' masking 
his nose and mouth. Her hands were clutching almost viciously at his hair 
and her full, ripe breasts were jiggling and bobbing from her grinding 
exertions. 

"Oh God, keep licking my cunt... AAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh... " she moaned 
helplessly, her whole body quivering, every muscle and cord in her shapely 
torso standing out with dilated passion. Just as she began to weaken, her 
voluptuous body crumpling against Phil's face, she felt the oncoming surge 
of her own orgasm. 

It seemed to her as if a fire had been lit deep inside her and that the 
flames were fanning out, eating into every nook and cranny of her passion 
incited flesh. She wanted to moan and sob out her pleasure, but she 
couldn't, because her husband's grotesquely enlarged cock was still buried 
in her mouth, and she could only gasp and moan around the thickly thrusting 
shaft. 

She began to thrust her buttocks backwards wildly, glad that Russ's 
seemingly never ending orgasm was still making him plunge into her from 
behind. She thought she'd die from the orgiastic waves, mountainous and 
incessant, which crashed over her, battering her with the fury of unspent 
sexual desire. 

In the dim of her passion-clouded mind, she heard Phil's wild shouts of 
climax, and then she felt the hot, viscous offering which he was spurting 
into her mouth. Her lips convoluted around the jerking rod and she sucked 
greedily on the gushing hot cum. She wanted to drink every drop of it, not 
to spill a precious seed of his life giving sperm. She continued to suck, 
her cheeks hollowing and filling, until at last, she found that her 
consciousness was deserting her, and a blackness was descending on her. It 
swept her along on its balming tide, and she collapsed gratefully among the 
morass of steaming satiated bodies. 

It was bright daylight by the time Linda and Phil finally got home. They 
didn't feel tired, although they knew they were exhausted and that very 
soon, they would be heavy-eyed and drained of energy. But now, they felt 
exuberant and wide awake. They had agreed to meet the Randalls that night 
again for dinner, and they both knew that they would have another very late 
night. 

But they both felt happier than they had in a long, long time. Linda had 
proved beyond any doubt that she really was fully liberated and awakened 
sexually, and had shown her husband that it was really he that she loved and 
wanted above all. 

"But I am just a little bit sorry that we didn't put the play on after all," 
she said wistfully as they climbed into bed. "I would really like to have 
been a star, even if just for one night." 

"Honey, as far as I'm concerned, you're the star of all these performances 
we've been having. And who cares about an audience, unless it's a 
participating one?" 

"Well, maybe we'll get to that too," Linda demurred, remembering, with a 
smile, the dream she'd had where she was being gang banged in front of a 
huge audience of men. "Just as long as I'm leading lady... " 


THE END
