"Go douse some cold water on it!" she told him.
"Yeah… I could do that… but I'm not! You God damned bitch, I could jerk off, too… but I won't do that… either!" he roared. "But there's one thing I've been tempted to do… and I may do that, yet!"
"Wh-What's that?"
"Find another woman… that knows how to fuck!"
"You… w-wouldn't…?"
"I sure as hell will… if this keeps up much longer!" It was a flat statement. He meant every word of it. "I've had twenty hellish years of hassle and I'm God damned tired of it!"
The startled wife turned toward him, panic beating hard in her. "You mean sex is so… important to you… you'd be unfaithful t-to me…?"
"I sure as hell would!"
It had never occurred to Bette Jean that Lester, in his dissatisfaction, might turn to other women for sex. She should be used to his demands by now, but she wasn't. She was tired of being used by his hard body. There was nothing to do now but give in – but tomorrow…
Turning over on her side, facing her husband, now, her reluctant decision made, she said, "All right, darling… if you really have to have it… all that bad… and can't control yourself…"
Lester choked out, "Come here, bitch!" His arms jerked and pulled her close, the hardened shaft of his wildly pulsing cock prodding into the soft flesh of her abdomen.
It was the sexual side of love she didn't understand. To her it was messy, sometimes painful… but never really enjoyable. It was something she had to endure – even more so, now – to keep her marriage intact. Lester's admission of a temptation to stray had frightened her… She didn't want that!
It was as a dutiful, submitting wife, she allowed her smooth, tapering thighs to spread, allowing his hand to rummage there, between her legs, his finger searching for and finding the still flaccid tip of her clitoris, hidden down between the soft fleshy folds of her pussy.
"Lester, please be gentle!" the unwilling wife said, but she caught her breath as he suddenly leaned over her, his mouth closing over the shivering nakedness of her ripely full breast. His arms held her tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around the quivering pink bud of her hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive tips, sending chilling promises of pleasure through her tense body. For the moment, she was breathlessly absorbed by the sensations, and she was hardly aware of his clawing fingers digging into the tenderly rounded flesh of her buttocks.
"Oohh! Ooooooohhhh! Darling, please… we…"
Lester had little time for playing games. She had put him off too long, too many times, and now he was going to have her this way! He was going to fuck her until the teasing little bitch begged him to fill her belly with every ounce of cum in his body! Pulling at the offending sheet, the aroused boiler maker got the tight wad stripped down away from the smoothly round cheeks of her buttocks, feeling the warmth of her shrinking naked flesh against his hand. The crevice dividing the two cheeks felt mysterious and deep, but shit! He couldn't wait for any foreplay now. All that mattered was getting her legs spread wide and his throbbing urgent cock in deep.
"Nooo! Lester! Not this way… Pleaseeee!" She screamed as his mouth on her breasts suddenly felt like it was sucking her inside out, his teeth biting cruelly at the quiveringly aroused nipples, leaving tiny indentations as a symbol of his enraged lust. Bette Jean was on her back with Lester on top, pinning her helplessly beneath his strong body. She couldn't even twist out from under him as he locked one knee between her whitely straining thighs. Lester paid no attention, continuing his mauling as though he didn't hear her protests. Her dreams had gone long ago but this was the very last time, she vowed.
Above the roar of blood in his ears, Lester could hear her frightened cries of protest, but his anger was unbounded, his pride refusing to give heed to anything but complete and total possession of her still young and gloriously sexual body. The liquor in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but inflamed him to a screaming rage of blind lust! He wasn't himself anymore! He was a wild man, hungry for the loins that had been denied him too long, that were rightfully his! Feeling the silky smoothness of her resiliently curling pubic hair, Lester slipped his middle finger down into the softly quivering flesh of her pussy, searching desperately for the tightly clenched opening he had to have! Oh Jesus, yes!
A helpless confusion engulfed her recoiling consciousness as she felt her husband groping for her naked vagina. Bette Jean tried to clamp her legs together, wanting nothing but to close off access to her helpless body, but he had her unwilling thighs locked wide apart. In spite of her futile efforts, she felt her pussy being lewdly touched as her husband's middle finger probed into the defenseless hair-lined lips, seeking to invade the narrow passage to her womb. She felt nothing but anguish, even when his finger brushed across her slowly awakening clitoris, hardened now but mostly from terror.
"Oooooooohhhh! Please! Lester!" She moaned when his fingers dig hotly into the tender flesh around the opening to her womb. She just couldn't understand why he had gone so completely wild, and she squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a futile effort to make him understand.
Her body was still a masterpiece after all these years, and just the sight and feel of her made his heart pound. The softly flowering cunt was tight, almost virginal, even after four kids. He worked his finger down between the soft hair-lined lips, worming it inside the warm fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for his madly throbbing cock. Bette Jean's moans went unnoticed in his frenzy, as Lester drove his middle finger in and out of the tight, restricting passage with unknowingly savage thrusts. Greedily, he continued to suck and pull at the smoothly erotic flesh of her full, lush breast with his voracious mouth.
Wanting to get it over, but unable to understand Lester's need to humiliate and pain her so brutally, Bette Jean half cried, half pleaded to her passion-crazed husband.
The horrified housewife looked up at the merciless mask of her husband's face as he held her helplessly imprisoned on the bed. All that she could see was the blindly blazing lust in his eyes, and then the giant pulsing erect penis that stood straight out from his loins, pointing directly at her nakedly exposed vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast, and Bette Jean began to shake violently.
"Lester… Please… Waitttttt! Don't do… Be gentle!" she moaned, but he didn't lift his eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't even hearing her. Oh God! He'd never been so mad and uncontrollable! She was sure, though the evidence of 20 years of marriage and four children belied it, that his huge cock would split her in two. She stared closely at its throbbing length as though seeing it for the first time. The top was thick and purple, a huge bulbous head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She could see the long shaft lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heartbeat. The entire long column protruded like a great battering ram from the densely thick forest of black pubic hair covering his loins. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his hairy thighs, and she imagined the sperm inside was pounding and anxious to be released. Visions came into her head of the huge member spurting out white-hot cum deep up into her from the heated tip, and she felt her inner organs shrink in terrified apprehension.
Lester was frantic, the alcohol and prolonged desire making him impatient as a hot and horny teenager. In spite of his achingly demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the sensually tight pussy nestled neatly between his wife's smooth white thighs. There was something about her cunt that he had never felt about any other cunt he'd ever fucked. It was crazy that his own wife's pussy still held him so enthralled. The silky-smooth, chestnut-colored pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pinkly pursed opening were gathered tiny beads of moisture. It looked absolutely untouched like a new glove made for his cock alone. There was immense satisfaction in knowing that no other cock had ever plumbed those clinging depths. The waiting pussy looked as though it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to massage the throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the swarming waiting sperm from his bursting body. It was still the most sensual sight he had ever seen. Oh Jesus, yes! He had to have it right away! Now!