"Ooohh! Goddd! Yesssss!"
It was too much! Suddenly, processes were set in motion that Lester couldn't stop. She looked so wildly wanton squirming passionately beneath him, that his balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand grenades! The white hot cum began its sensational rush toward the blood-filled head of his cock. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her clenchingly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax burst into her cunt! He couldn't hold it back, and his cock swelled up to huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks.
"Oooooohhhhh! Goddddd! I'm… I'mmmmm!" the crazily twisting housewife felt the hot blast of liquid strike far up into the convulsive depths of her belly, and thrilled to the sensation of the hugely swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again and again, firing its lava-like jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping cunt! It had suddenly triggered an emotion she'd thought she was incapable of, a startling realization that she was able to cum! Her mind swam with a thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming her cunt up hard into Lester's loins as her belly began to explode in response to his obscenely spewing instrument. The finger buried deep in her rectum seemed only to intensify everything she felt, and she wanted it all, again and again and again!
"Ooohhh honey!" Lester groaned as his balls seemed to shoot right on past the head of his cock. It was himself deep within the depths of her tightly clasping cunt! The hot liquid surrounding his throbbingly pulsating member suddenly gushed out around the thick base, soaking his pubic hair before running slowly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks over his deeply buried finger in her anus. His cock was like an insane beast spitting at its prey, filling Bette Jean's trembling pussy with his churning hot cum until it overflowed, mingling together with the whitely cascading juices of her own orgasm. At that moment they were one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion that neither one of them had ever known existed before.
"Ooooooh God, darling! Oooooh God!" She groaned and grunted as her belly rippled with the pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment. She was suspended for several moments on a precipice of teetering ecstasy, her cunt welded hotly to the hard fleshy column squirting hot liquid into her belly, and she could no longer deny the sheer exquisite pleasure it gave her. She was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever… and ever.
For several moments, his cock continued spewing out his whitely flowing sperm, filling her passage with lewd spasms of erotic delight as it traveled up the full lust-engorged length of his rod, then splashing out the dilated tip to strike wetly back against her cervix. But then, he was exhausted, spent, and his arms felt like they could no longer hold anything. He fell heavily on top of Bette Jean's still nakedly writhing body, pulling his finger noisily from her anus as he gasped for air.
It was over, but she didn't want it to stop! Grinding her slippery buttocks frantically against his deflating cock, she tried to milk more life from his semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the spasms in her belly died down, and with their dying she remembered the way she had been so selfishly assaulted. Her excitement had made her forget her anger at Lester's brutal and cruel indifference.
"I'm sorry," Lester panted, gasping for breath, and only then did she realize that she felt wrong. Her body suddenly began to ache instead of tingle with pleasure. She moaned, feeling the softness of his deflated cock still trapped limply up inside her stretched vagina. Something inside her told her to be hurt and angry, and she looked into his eyes while beginning to sob. He should feel guilty for what he'd done to her, she thought.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" Bette Jean sobbed suddenly, the words coming out like sharp blades intended to injure.
Deflated now, hurt by the words, Lester rolled off her body, his cock pulling from her cunt with a soft, wet, whooshing noise. A thin string of cum clung to the tip of his satiated penis, running like a web to the thin brown strands of her pubic hair as a lewd reminder of his recently unleashed orgasm. He looked at her, wanting to explain all of his pent-up emotions, but the look in her eyes told him that nothing would help right then. He was completely sober now, and reaching the door, he turned to say something to Bette Jean, but she only rolled over on her side, turning her naked back to him. He was afraid to say anything for fear of raising her wrath.
"I have to think, Lester. Sleep in Donnie's room," Bette Jean said. She didn't hear the door slam, but she turned onto her back anyway, her hand instantly touching the tender spots on her breasts. She'd go see Dr. Madson again tomorrow.
Lester looked down at his well fucked wife who now pretended she'd hated it all. Christ! What a hypocrite. He fit a cigarette and sat down heavily on the side of the bed. That damned woman. He'd never understand her if he lived to be a hundred.
CHAPTER TWO
Light filtered faintly through the curtains, faithfully reproducing the lacy intricacy of the cloth in soft swirls of shadow across the carpet and rumpled bed. Bette Jean stared at it through slitted eyes. Her head ached and the inside of her mouth felt dry and tasted brown. There was a heavy weight across her thighs. Heavy and warm and confining… Another weight pinned her breasts. A soft snore rasped thick breaths into her armpit.
Her eyes flew open and the breath caught in her throat as the terrible memories of last night came flooding back into her awakening consciousness. The smell of stale sweat and the musk of sexuality came to her nostrils. Oh God! What horrors married women had to endure! She wriggled and felt the last of Lester's cum from the night before trickle obscenely out of her ravished body onto the sheet, wetting it with his lurid spend. She tried to move but Lester's sleeping body sprawled across her kept her touching the wet stickiness. The ugliness of the entire night flashed through her, made even more revolting by lying here in the clear light of morning, seeing, smelling, remembering.
Pushing her hands under her she managed to wriggle partly out from under Lester's dead weight. Inch by inch she pulled free, which didn't disturb his thick snore except to introduce a few snorts.
The shower was hot and cleansing and Bette Jean stood gratefully under its stinging spray. There was no question in her mind now. Lester would use Donnie's room or she'd leave. She couldn't… she wouldn't be subjected to such indignities again ever. Even the threat that he would seek another woman wouldn't change her mind. It wouldn't be easy. The word always got around and she'd be humiliated if he took a mistress but it was better than being his housewife-whore! Let him vent his hideous animal passions on some other poor female… but it wouldn't be on her body again… ever… no matter what.
Strangely, aside from her headache she didn't feel too bad, she mused, rubbing herself briskly with a large soft towel. There was an unfamiliar sense of well being and almost of euphoria. Even the sight of her full white breasts marred by the faint blue bruises could not dampen her spirits. It was will power, of course, and knowing that you'd taken a stand and couldn't be budged.
The doorbell shrilled as Bette Jean buttoned the ivory satin robe around herself. It was the Christmas robe that Lester had given her several years ago that she'd never worn. Too dressy for cooking breakfast and too showy and provocative in the evenings. Bette Jean had saved it in case she ever had to go to the hospital. But somehow it seemed the right time to wear it now. It was a symbol of her vow, she thought, buttoning the last button as she answered the door.