"The hell we're not!" he shouted, leaping off the bed in a rage. "When two people fuck, they're animals, Vicky… and I'm sick and tired of being nice!"
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, quickly moving in between her legs. Before she could protest, he fucked his stiff prick back into her pussy. He was clinging to her satiny thighs and holding her like a wheelbarrow, jerking her entire body to and fro, causing her cunt to slide back and forth on his big fucker.
"Stop it, Andrew!" she demanded, flailing her arms and wincing with the pain of his rough fucking.
"Stop it!" he snapped, yanking her back and forth. "You won't fuck like a real woman so I'm jacking myself off with your Goddamned body… frigid bitch!"
Victoria clawed at the slippery satin sheets, grunting with each forceful plunge of her tight pussy onto her husband's prick.
"Andrew! Have you gone mad?" she screamed. "Why are you treating me like this? Stop it!"
He did stop, for a moment, keeping his cock buried to the balls in her hot tight cunt.
"I'm a passionate man, Victoria," he said, panting from his wild exertion. "But you're a cold, cold woman."
She took advantage of his relaxed hold on her thighs to squirm free, scooting backward on the slippery sheet. Her husband's prick popped from her pussy with lewd noise and slapped against his stomach.
Andrew reacted instantly, grabbing her hair clambering atop her frail body. His tugging on her hair was causing horrid pain in her scalp. The rush of sharp pain distracted her, and before she knew it, he had her arms pinned beneath his knees again, his cock and hairy balls brushing her chin. She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she opened her mouth, it would immediately be stuffed with cock meat.
"Shit," he said in disgust gripping his hard-on. "I may as well beat off and get same relief. I've been jacking off more since we got married than I ever did as a bachelor."
He started pumping his prick, just above her face. His cum-laden balls bounced obscenely against her chin, and she couldn't breathe without inhaling the pungent scent of his crotch.
Victoria reined a bit, secretly glad that he was going to get his rocks off this way. He had shot his cum load an her face once before. It had been an unpleasant experience, but it wasn't as bad as getting fucked. And it was certainly better than the unimaginable horror of ending up with that slimy stuff in her mouth. Anything would be better than that.
Andrew's fist made a slick slurping noise on his cock as pre-cum drooled down his cock lance. And, while that hand flew up and down on his prick, he reached back with the other hand and finger-fucked his wife's tight cunt hole. He grimaced at the discovery that her pussy was still dry inside, the barely moist cuntal walls gripping at his finger as he fucked it in and out. His knees continued to hold her securely in place while he jacked off over her face.
She cringed as the curly hairs on his ball sac tickled her chin and lips. But she kept her eyes open, looking up at the way his tongue was lolling out of his mouth as he beat his meat. She knew that was sure sign he was about to cum. She had driven him to jacking off many times, and she knew the whole routine. It was boring predictable.
Still, Victoria did get some pleasure out of watching her handsome husband jack off. She thought he was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and she liked the way all the muscles in his sleek body became so prominent when he was about to climax.
Andrew's fist became a blur as he pumped his prick faster, and his finger clawed at the raw interior of Victoria's pussy as his orgasm neared. She saw his squared pectorals expand, his abdominal muscles ridge dramatically and his brawny arms bulge with masculine power then she shut her eyes as the first jet of creamy jism burst forth from the tip of his glossy cock head.
In the next instant, Victoria felt her husband's warm cum splattering all over her face. She flinched at the lewd sensation and groaned with tightly closed lips, not wanting any of the vile stuff to get into her mouth.
It was making her sick, but she lay there passively and let Andrew shoot his cum load all over her face. She felt the warm, slimy gobs of cum running down both sides of her face, and then another creamy comet of cum spattered right on one of her closed eyelids, pooling there in that depression and causing her to clench her eyes even more tightly shut.
As he pounded his prick noisily, spurting out the dregs of his pent-up cum load, she could feel his furry balls brushing her chin more slowly.
Finally, he stopped jacking off and sat back on her chest, flattening her tits under his ass, his balls settling into her cleavage. She felt his limp prick plop down wetly against her breastbone as he pulled that aggravating finger out of her cunt.
Victoria cautiously opened the eye that wasn't covered with cock cream, peering up at her husband. His head was drooping, and his chest was heaving as he panted in the aftermath of his much-needed climax. He was smiling down at her in a peculiar, almost shy way.
"Are you entirely finished?" she asked coldly.
He nodded, crawling off her and flopping onto his back beside her.
"God," she sighed, sitting up and feeling his cum running down her neck and onto her tits. "What an abominable mess you've made, Andrew. I hope you're happy now."
"Don't worry," he said quietly, without looking at her. "It'll all come out in the wash."
"But the ugly memory lingers," she said. She slid from the bed and stood. "I can't shower that away."
Andrew propped himself up on one elbow.
"My bonny lass," he said, "you don't know anything bout ugliness, yet."
"What do you mean… yet?"
"Nothing," he said, rolling over onto his side and curling up to go to sleep. "Nothing at all, my dear."
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning seemed normal enough to Victoria. She was hoping nothing would have to be said about the night before, and her husband graciously said nothing about it.
But Andrew did seem less communicative than usual. While Victoria prepared breakfast, he took his morning swim in the nude, as usual. And, as usual, she sullenly refused to even glance at her naked husband while she put breakfast on the patio table out by the pool. Although a high wall surrounded their back yard, affording total privacy, Victoria hated for Andrew to skinny-dip, and they had argued about if frequently. But Andrew, justifiably proud of his athletic body, liked to run around naked. And he had continued to skinny-dip, despite his wife's protests.
He had eventually compromised by wearing a towel at the breakfast table, since Victoria insisted the sight of a naked man at the table spoiled her appetite. The truth was, the sight of a naked man under any circumstances made Victoria sick. After their customary pool side breakfast, Andrew got dressed and told his wife he was going to fly up to Tahoe for a few days and see if his luck improved there; he was on a losing streak at the Vegas casinos.
Victoria didn't think that too unusual.
Andrew Halstead had won and lost fortunes in casinos all over the world. But, in the long run, he always came out ahead gambling, and he and Victoria lived very well. So she never questioned his judgement about gambling; he was a professional.
She only hoped he didn't lose the house in Tahoe before his luck turned. She had never quite gotten over having to give up the beautiful villa they'd had in Monte Carlo when she first married him but she could hardly complain. He had lost the villa the same way he got it gambling. Easy come, easy go.
After Victoria had taken Andrew to the airport, she returned to their palatial home on the outskirts of town. She was always lonely when he was gone, rattling around that big house all by herself. She sorely missed the friends and the busy social life she had established in Monte Carlo. She didn't like Americans very much, and had yet to feel comfortable in Las Vegas.