CHAPTER FIVE
The following Wednesday afternoon, Kathy was alone in the house when the doorbell rang. Answering it, she was surprised to see Paul Weaver.
"Hi, Paul," she beamed. "Come on in."
"Hello, Kathy," he said with a serious expression on his face as he followed her into the room.
"What are you doing here this time of day?" she asked as they sat down together on the couch.
"I want to talk to you about your husband and my wife," he said in a somber voice.
"What about them?"
"They're having an affair."
"Don't be silly," giggled Kathy, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face. "Wayne would never cheat on me."
"I'm sorry," he said. "But he has."
"I don't believe it," Kathy smugly insisted. "I would need proof."
"I have it," sighed Paul, taking an envelope out of his pocket.
"What?" she gasped.
"Look at these," he said, handing her the packet of photographs.
Kathy's mouth dropped open in dazed astonishment when she saw the first snapshot. It was a picture of Anne Weaver spread out naked on the bed with Wayne straddling her chest as she sucked on his swollen cock. Kathy had never seen such a filthy picture in her life.
Kathy's fingers were trembling as she looked at a whole series of similar pictures until she came to several shots of Wayne fucking Anne, with his finger obscenely lodged up between the woman's widely splayed asscheeks.
Watching the beautiful blonde as she studied the filthy photographs, Paul could hardly wait to fuck her. Both he and his wife had been anxious to swing with this couple ever since Wayne first went to work at the station, but they knew Kathy was too prim and proper to do such a thing.
"I can't believe it," whispered the ashen faced girl, handing the snapshots back to Paul.
"What shall we do about it?" the man asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Not only did your old man cheat on you," he sneered. "But he's been using my wife for himself."
"I understand how you must feel," whispered Kathy. "Yet I don't know what to do about it."
"I do," said Paul. "He seduced my wife, so you can get even with him by going to bed with me."
"Oh, Paul," she gasped. "I couldn't do that."
"Why not? He took my wife, so why shouldn't I have you?"
"Two wrongs don't make a right," she argued.
"Maybe not," growled the man. "But I'm not gonna let that bastard get away with it."
Then, before Kathy could protest, he grabbed the girl and pulled her into his arms. Holding her tightly against him on the couch, he moved his hand down over her deliciously rounded ass. She started to protest, but his lips mashed wetly down on hers as his tongue speared into the warm moistness of her mouth. She tried to push him away, but she felt too bewildered to try hard to fight him off. Her husband was a perverted cheat and nothing seemed to matter any more.
Reaching up under the hem of her skin, he began caressing the soft cheeks of her ass through the thin material of her nylon panties as he pulled her loins up tighter against his. A little gasp escaped Kathy's throat when she felt his hard cock throbbing against her through his pants. The pretty blonde knew she should try to resist him, but the feel of his fingers deliciously goosing into the crack of her ass and his tongue exploring around in her mouth were stimulating little quivers of desire in her loins. Then, before she realized what she was doing, her tongue was responding to his as she passionately thrust it into his mouth.
"Oh, Paul," she gasped, momentarily pulling her head back. "I've never let any man touch me except my husband."
"That's more than you can say about him," sneered Paul. "And there's always a first time."
"But I feel so guilty," whispered Kathy.
"Don't feel that way," panted Paul. "Because in a few minutes I'm gonna be fuckin' you good. That'll teach your rotten husband to stay out of my wife's pants."
"Oh, no, Paul," she sobbed. "I can't let you do that."
Kathy gasped breathlessly when he released the soft buns of her ass and moved his hand up between her naked thighs. She could hear her heart pounding in her throat when he wormed his finger up under the crotchband of her panties. An electrifying shock streaked through her loins as his finger made contact with the slippery flesh of her hotly oozing slit.
Whimpering helplessly, she squirmed around excitedly on the couch as his fingertip parted the golden curls around her twat and slipped into the hot slickness of her quivering slit. When he moved his invading digit up to the throbbing nub of her clitoris, Kathy involuntarily jerked and gasped from the ecstatic contact. Her sensitive little clit was already hard and slippery from the unwanted desires that were mounting throughout her body.
The lovely blonde was filled with both humiliation and shame as she found herself responding feverishly to the obscene finger-fuck he was giving her. Getting hotter and wetter between her legs, the beautiful blonde housewife found her hips moving involuntarily back and forth to the counter rhythm of his deliciously plunging finger.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you're gonna get a fucking you'll never forget."
Suddenly aware of the shameless thing she was about to do, Kathy jumped up to escape him. Springing to his feet, Paul grasped the girl by her shoulders and slammed her back against the wall.
"Now knock that shit off!" he roared. "If you don't cooperate, I'm gonna show these fuckin' pictures all over town."
Realizing the futility of any further resistance, her shoulders sagged back wearily against the wall.
"Now that's better," he whispered hoarsely, he began to strip his clothes off right before her terrified gaze. "You're gonna get fucked, so you might as well enjoy it."
He was soon standing completely naked in front of her, his long, thick cock spearing straight up from his swollen balls. Kathy couldn't believe the size of it. Until now, the only prick Kathy had ever seen was her husband's, and this ponderous tool appeared to be much longer and thicker.
Stating at her with a lewd grin on his face, he began peeling the heavy foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his cock. Despite the lewdness of the sight, Kathy could feel an exciting tingle in her pussy as she gazed at the man stroking his huge cock.
"Don't touch me," she gasped, backing away from the man as he moved toward her.
"Me you going to take your damned clothes off, or do I have to do it for you?" he panted as they faced each other in the center of the room.
Unable to move or fight back, she just stood frozen to the spot as Paul slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Next he took off her bra, releasing her full white tits from the confines of the lacy cups.
"God, what tits!" he gasped, dropping to his knees with his huge boner spearing up from between his legs. Lowering the zipper on the side of Kathy's skin, he yanked it down around her ankles. Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her brief panties and peeled them down over her sweet ass and legs.
Stepping out of the garments that were tangled around her ankles, Kathy burned with shame as her naked body was defenselessly exposed to his lusting gaze. She suddenly felt almost faint as Paul grasped her hips and pressed his moist, hot mouth against the bare flesh of her belly. She couldn't believe what was happening when he suddenly parted the golden curls of her twat with his thumbs and lowered his face, flicking his tongue at her pink slit.
Jumping from the obscene contact, Kathy lost her balance and fell back on the sofa, her bare legs splayed out in front of her. Grasping the insides of her naked thighs with his hands, Paul spread them farther apart as he lowered his face down toward her steaming crotch.
Kathy couldn't believe anyone would want to lick a woman's pussy, but it was very obvious that the depraved man intended doing that very thing. She sat back frozen on the cushion of the couch, seeing the leering grin on his face as he licked his lips in anticipation.