"Oh yes," Cathy moaned, shaking her head from side to side to whip her long hair in gentle lashes over her naked shoulders, flexing her inner cunt muscles tightly around the cock plunging up into her loins as she felt Bailey's finger digging almost painfully into the entrance of her spasming rectum. She was momentarily distracted as she glanced back at the door and found it now empty, then Bailey gave a sudden even mightier lunge up beneath her and she again forced Bob to the back of her mind. A little shiver coursed through her squirming body as she felt Bailey's other hand press against her buttocks, then a sharp cry issued from her lips as his finger suddenly jerked free of her burning asshole. At the same time she became dully aware that another of Bailey's hands was between their bodies, crushing over one of her tightly rounded young breasts, and as she extended her leg straight down on the bed her foot encountered a bare knee.
"What the hell?" Bailey muttered under her.
"Get your hand out of the way."
Cathy heard the voice, Bob's voice, behind her. She could feel two hands, seemingly fighting over her own nakedly jerking buttocks. As she turned her head to stare over her shoulder in confusion she saw Bob, trousers dropped to his knees, climbing up on the bed behind her. A low moan rose in her throat. Beneath her Bailey said "What the hell?" again. She glimpsed the fury and lust in Bob's eyes, staring straight down at her ass so she shamefully tried to clench her buttocks together.
Still not understanding what was going on, she tried to roll on her back and found herself somehow caught on the plundering cock that remained rammed deep up into her loins. Then Bob said: "Get your hand out of the way of my wife's ass!" A chill darted down her spine as she caught her first inkling of the implication of that remark, then her gaze dropped to Bob's naked loins and she blinked in further surprise at the sight of his fully erected cock looming up in pulsing rigidity.
"What the goddamned hell is going on here?" Bailey snapped from beneath her.
"Just shut up and keep fucking," Bob growled in a voice that sounded hardly like his own. "I'll deal with you later."
"Bob?" Cathy gasped, still staring back over her shoulder as he dropped suddenly down on top of her.
Cathy groaned from the weight of her husband's body, sandwiching her down against the other man. She tried to reach back with her arms to defend herself and suddenly he seized her wrists, pinning them behind her back and shoving her face back down against Bailey, she was now hopelessly crushed beneath the two of them. She felt Bob squirming up the length of her body, felt his hard cock slithering up between her thighs, the tip of it slipping suddenly straight up between the spasmodically waggling cheeks of her ass even as Bailey's cock again plunged far up into the depths of her loins like a machine driven piston that wouldn't stop for anything.
"Bob? What are you doing?"
She asked the question and Bob answered it with action rather than words, reaching down between their bodies to guide his own pulsing masculine hardness straight up toward the already freely moistened entrance to her asshole, and then she was gripped by a terror even greater than that she'd experienced when she'd first been confronted with Bailey's stallion-sized rod of flesh.
"No, Bob," she gasped, her whole body jerking and struggling helplessly beneath him. "No please, don't do it to me there."
"There's no place else I can get to," he growled, and before she could even begin a psychological preparation she was suddenly blinded by a white hot stab of pain as Bob lunged forward to shove his now seemingly monstrous cock hard against the clenching opening of her rectum. The little opening resisted with all its might and he gasped and grunted above her as he was temporarily thwarted. Then a low whimper rose in Cathy's throat as she felt her strength to resist give way and just the head of his bloated cock slipped up into the tight elastic opening, worming slowly deeper as he continued to grunt and strain above her, forcing the punishing steel-like shaft relentlessly into her quivering bowels.
"Oh! Ahhh! Aaaggghhhhhhh!" Cathy cried, her voice echoing through the room as the brutally lacerating cockshaft buried itself deep into her heatedly throbbing rectum. Pain shot like a bolt of lightning through her injured backside, and there was nothing she could do to resist. She was hopelessly sandwiched between the two men, trapped on the cock that skewered into her from the front and the other still wedging into her from behind. Never had she been so filled, never so humiliated and degraded, and just the image her bizarre situation brought to focus in her mind should have been enough to make her die of shame.
Then at last Bob let out a low sigh, his bristly pubic hair matting against her ass-cheeks as he sank all the way into her. She could only be thankful that the worst was over. The pain remained, a gnawing burning essence that seemed to exist at the very spiritual center of her being, but she could stand it. Still Bailey's cock was thrusting in and out from the front, his pubis grinding against the little bud of her clitoris in pleasing contradiction to the suffering she was forced to endure, and as he lunged even harder against her and Cathy bucked her own buttocks up in retreat, flexing her bowel muscles to clench even tighter around Bob's cock filling her ass, she found that her discomfort hardly increased. Then, wondering if after everything else she'd endured in the last two days she was going to find herself responding to and even enjoying this cruel subjugation, she cautiously rocked her buttocks upward, grinding them hard against Bob's loins to even further increase the weird masochistically stimulating sensation. Again she absorbed Bailey's plunging cock. She gritted her teeth, hissing in pain and pleasure as Bob drew back and plunged into her from behind, the friction of his cock rubbing against Bailey's through the thin membrane that separated her two separately ravished holes causing her to squeal with mingled agony and delight.
It was all just too much, but the mere thought of being used like this, of being taken ruthlessly and brutally by two men, was more than the awakened whore in her could resist. She was vaguely aware that this assertion of his own manhood on Bob's part shouldn't go unnoticed; she reminded herself that he was still her husband, that after the shock and hurt she'd just given him there was no reason she should object to him causing her a little pain in return. And though she knew it was all a rather illogical rationalization, she used it as the excuse to let go of her last restraints, responding in masochistic surrender as she felt the two men increase and synchronize their viciously fucking rhythms, racking and buffeting her sandwiched body mercilessly between them as they both began their mad rush to release.
Behind her Bob had begun to saw rhythmically in and out of her injured little asshole, smacking his loins hard against her upturned buttocks, his hard cock stabbing into her fire-seared bowels. His hands had released her wrists to claw viciously over the soft skin of her back, and she groaned as he kissed her on the shoulder and then suddenly bit down as though to suck the blood from her tender sensitive skin. Beneath her Bailey was fucking and bucking with a fury, the grinding against her tingling clitoris serving still as wantonly teasing contrast to the torture being perpetrated on her helpless rectum. And gradually it was becoming more and more difficult for her to even separate the two sensations. They were merging, blending like colors as the nerve impulses met in her mind, becoming irrefutably confused in her blurring consciousness.