Wanda was frightened for the young wife. She tried to divert Hank's attention by pressing her tits against his arm.
"Leave me alone, Wanda," he told her curtly. "Right now, I don't know who's on my side." He left.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hank's return trip was as frantic as his previous night's drive into town. Without even discussing the facts with anyone, he knew with a dreadful certainty that Ellie had been up to some real shenanigans during her trip into town. It had been written on her face last night. Now he had no doubt his eyes had told him the truth.
The old prospector! Jeez! He had recognized some subtle changes in Ellie lately, but he was too busy to pay much attention. Could she really have stooped that low?
Acting on some sixth sense, Hank parked the car a couple of hundred yards from the trailers and walked the rest of the way. As he approached, sounds drifted to his ears, made his heart sink. He had been hoping she would be pining away for his return. But it sounded like Ellie had found something to keep her busy.
He peeked through the yellow door curtain and saw his voluptuous young wife kneeling naked on the floor, sucking his best friend's cock! His reaction surprised Hank. Rather than boiling with anger, he became intently calm and lucid. The situation in his trailer home was something he had to deal with. That was all. He opened the door and walked in. It pleased him to see the shocked looks on the faces of the illicit lovers.
"Hank! Jeez, boy, I'm sorry you had to see this." Greg had been taking a calculated risk, fooling around with his friend's wife, not knowing when the husband would return. Now that the worst had happened, Greg felt genuinely sorry. He didn't want to lose the younger man's friendship.
Hank dismissed Greg's comment with a wave of his hand. "Don't sweat it, Greg. The way I've got it figured, she probably made it so hot for you, you had to give in. It's Ellie who's got to answer for what's been going on here – and in town." He was enjoying the abject terror on his wife's face. After all he had given this woman, he wanted to see her suffer a little. He had never expected Ellie to let him down. She had always convinced him there was no one but him. He wondered recklessly how long this sort of thing had been going on. One month? Two? Six? Maybe she hadn't been a virgin after all. She hadn't bled, but she said it was because as a kid she had had an accident on a bicycle.
"Hank!" Ellie's voice was a feeble croak. All the bravado she had been enjoying during her lusty session with her husband's friend faded away. The prospect of Hank's returning and discovering them hadn't seemed so terrible. It hadn't seemed real. But this was real. This was terribly, frighteningly real. Hank had never looked at her this way before.
"Don't talk to me, Ellie. I don't want to hear your voice." He began to remove his clothes, calmly, laying each garment carefully on a chair. He saw Greg starting to edge toward the door. The eyes of the two men met. "Don't go, Greg. It might be a good idea if you hung around. I'd like you to know how I deal with my wife when she fucks off." He felt a perverse tingle in his balls. To his surprise, his cock hung hard and heavy from his loins. The very depravity of the situation seemed to have struck some chord in him. There was a part of Hank that was enjoying his anger.
He walked naked over to his wife who was cringing on the rug, her back against the couch. Hank knew Greg was watching him from a kitchen chair. He walked tall and straight, letting the world know he didn't consider himself anybody's fool. Hank Jones was proud.
Lust took hold of him as he knelt next to his frightened wife. Angrily he grabbed her by the hips and turned her over onto hands and knees. She cringed beneath his touch, but she had no choice but to accept the position he had chosen for her.
"Oh Hank, darling, I'm so sorry. I do love you…"
A brisk slap left an angry welt on her quivering buttock.
"Shut up, baby! I don't want to hear any crap right now that's going to make me mad! I don't want to lose my temper, you see." He laughed mirthlessly at his own grim joke. His fingers began to probe the slit of her pussy. They emerged wet and shining. "Christ, old Greg really turned you on, didn't he, baby?" He began to prod the puckered hole of her anus with a slick finger, rotating it up inside.
Confused by the contradictory signals she was getting from her husband, Ellie tried to fight against the pangs of pleasure that were darting from her virgin asshole throughout her timid kneeling body. Gradually she thought she began to comprehend Hank's intention. He wanted to make love to her now, to prove he was Number One. He wanted to show Greg how much she liked it with him.
Eager to appease the angry man, she began to wriggle her ass back onto his finger. Her circular motions made her anus throb with forbidden arousal – a kind of raw excitement that stirred up the beast that had momentarily gone into hiding somewhere deep in Ellie's libido. "Oooohhh – it's good, Hank! You turn me on more than anybody, baby!"
Hank grinned at what he considered her clumsy attempts at making amends. Nothing, he knew, could ever remedy the damage that had been done to their marriage. But there was something that could quiet the anger that seethed inside, that made his throat ache.
While one hand played with her asshole, the other coated his hard cock with juices from her well-used slit. His cock grew longer and harder as he anticipated the punishment he had in store for his wife. He could hardly wait to see his prick sink deep into the tiny brown sphincter that dilated with pleasure at the touch of his finger. He would be branding her with the memory of his anger, of her betrayal, with the hot iron of his cock. It was time to defile her last virgin hole.
While she moaned submissively before him, he guided his throbbing organ toward the unsuspecting puckered target before him. With one deft maneuver, he pulled his finger from her asshole and replaced it with his thick rigid cock-shaft. He had caught her by surprise, and it was easy to drive his prick deep inside the hot clinging passage.
A wave of sadistic pleasure inundated him as he watched her ass squirm frantically, as he listened to her cries of pain.
"Ooooohh! God-d! What are you doing to me? Stop! You've got to stop!" Despite the pain, Ellie found it difficult to believe that her own husband was abusing her so cruelly. She had thought he wanted to make up by making love to her. Not for a moment had she suspected he intended to debase her so unmercifully, in front of the man who had only this morning become her lover. Timidly, she looked back over her shoulder, daring to hope against hope that Greg would come to her rescue.
Her heart sank. The bigger man was sitting forward in his chair, watching her humiliation with rapt interest. He was stroking his cock, which was thick – swollen, engorged with lust. He was getting a charge out of her cruel punishment!
"No! No! You can't do this to me!"
Hank proved the futility of her words by pulling his prick out until just the head was still buried in her tightest hole. Once again, he shoved deep inside, relishing the incredible hot clasp of her anal tissue.
"Uuuuhh! Christ, it's tight!" he muttered excitedly.
At once the betrayed husband established a lusty screwing rhythm in and out of his wife's stretched asshole. His cock had never experienced anything this unbelievably exhilarating. It was as if he had just been fitted for a second skin. Her inner tissues molded themselves around his turgid prick and caressed him with unforgettable heated urgency. From time to time, he was forced to grunt out his pleasure. It wasn't pleasure he had had on his mind when he drove his cock into her taut hole. But it was pleasure that he was getting now – an intense lurid pleasure that stemmed from the depths of his sadistic soul. Hank had never wanted to hurt anyone before. He found it strangely satisfying to be able to hurt and receive titillation at the same time.