Chapter 6
Kim sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Barry approached her. Now that the Gorens were gone, she felt total and complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly assented to do with Jack Goren no matter what the rationalization Goren or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together, but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering of Goren’s hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting and pinching he had given them.
Barry looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not speak, though but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair across from her.
Finally Kim could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought her eyes up to meet his Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper, “I’m… sorry, Barry." “For what?” he snarled. “The fuck you gave Jack Goren?”
Tears began to well… and then something snapped inside Kim. Suddenly her abject self admonition changed to the same anger as this afternoon when she had seen Barry and Lynn. Her lids narrowed, and she replied in a cold, slow tone.
“Yea, I am sorry for letting Jack make love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch of a wife of his.”
“Come to think of it, I’m not sorry,” Barry answered sharply, “She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you’ll ever hope to be. Besides, you don’t look all that sorry. You look like some two-bit whore after a good night’s work.”
The words whipped Kim’s brain, but she held her ground. “Then don’t get on your high-horse to me! Jack was every bit as good as Lynn was, and I take it back about being sorry! I’m anything but sorry, you hear? I loved his big thing in me, Barry, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you’d like to know, just like Lynn has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!“
Barry was thrown off guard by his wife’s sudden, vicious attack. “Kim-” he started to say, rising out of the chair a perplexed look creasing his forehead.
“Please Kim-”
“Don’t please Kim me, you bastard. You think just because you’re a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can’t return the favor? Well, I’ve got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well.”
“Is-Is that why you let Goren fuck you?”
“No.” The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. “I-I let him have me because… because you made love to Lynn. That’s why.” She looked back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. “Oh Barry, I love you so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?”
Barry still smarted from his wife’s infidelity, but he also realized that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows he loved her still. More, in fact. For some, unexplained reason, Barry was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don’t want this to break us up. We have too much going for us.” He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his chest. “It was all a dirty plot by the Goren’s, sweetheart. They admitted to that. We were just human, that’s all.”
As Barry held her close, Kim stopped her crying and found that as she thought over the afternoon, the remembrances of the lewd fucking she had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Barry, a tingling of arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly damped by Goren. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband more and, more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes, his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to tuck me! Now! Right here!
She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Barry’s and dropped it to his pants.
She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her actions.
“I want you, Barry,” Kim sighed. “Let’s make love.”
“What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.
“Let’s fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?” Her hand rose to his belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. “Oh Christ! he groaned, “I don’t believe this!“
“You want me, don’t you?“
“Oh yes, Kim, yes I do!” He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand, burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.
“Barry, oh Barry my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!” Her words sound alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. “I want to feel it in my mouth!“
“God, yes, suck it, Kim,” he moaned. “I’ve always wanted you to!” He was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet.
She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers were blazing Inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.
Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had begun to seep from the eye of his glands.
She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions. Kim’s whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.