Wilma paced expectantly. She'd let down her tightly coiled bun and brushed her hair smooth and straight just like Wanda wore hers. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window, she had to admit her hair looked better that way. Softer, sexier and more appealing.
Jack's car lurched to a stop in the driveway in front, and he piled out with a sullen scowl spread across his face.
Wilma caught a nervous gasp. She felt uncomfortable in Wanda's revealing clothes. The blouse seemed to cling to her heaving tits and accentuated their anxious shiver.
"Hi, Jack," Wilma tried to murmur sweetly in an imitation of Wanda's lilting voice.
He glared and snapped: "What's all this shit about going out to fuck with some truck-driving son of a bitch?"
"Whaat?" Wilma choked. She rarely said even hell or damn. Jack's sharp words offended her, and she couldn't imagine what he was talking about. Wanda said they'd had an argument, but…
"You know fucking well what!" he said. "I ought to kick your ass up between your ears for talking to me like that! You'll have to part that long hair to take a shit!"
Wilma cowered and turned away from his wrath, wondering what she should say. If he knew the truth, Jack would be wilder still. Wanda had gone out, and she would be, getting herself fucked like it or not.
"I-I didn't mean it," Wilma said in a quaking voice.
"Look at me when you talk!" Jack demanded. He snagged a hand in her long hair and spun her around to face him.
Wilma smiled vaguely, nervously wetting her lips with a flick of her tongue. "I just thought…"
"I know what you thought. You told me on the phone, you stinking whore! Going out to get yourself another cock?"
"No!" Wilma said in a tearful wail. And she trembled, wondering what it was all about. Wanda hadn't said a word about anything like this.
"You're damn right, no! When you want cock, you bitch, you get it right here!" Jack stroked the massive swelling in his pants.
"Oh, God…" Wilma watched in horror as he hauled his cock out.
Blue veins pulsed along the shaft, surging blood to the swollen knob. The slit at the tip of his cock looked like an angry little mouth.
"Put that awful thing away!" Wilma cried in her own prudish voice.
"I'll put it where I damn well please!" Jack answered flatly.
Wilma jerked and tried to pull away from him, but he pulled on her long hair and yanked her back. The hot tip of his cock touched her belly and seemed to burn right through the filmy cloth of her blouse.
"Aaagh!" Wilma wailed.
Jack pumped his hips to prod her with his cock. "Suck it!" he said in a commanding voice. "Down on your knees, bitch!"
Wilma gasped, her lower jaw slack and quaking, too stunned to respond, or even reply. She'd never sucked cock before. Her husband Ralph had wanted her to begged her to but Wilma would never, never, NEVER even think of doing such a thing.
"No!" she said with her face screwed into a snarl of distaste.
Wilma's mind reeled when she thought about having a sweaty, jizz-spurting thing rammed deep in her throat. Then she remembered she must try to sound like her lusty twin.
"Er, I mean, not now. Later, dear," she said sweetly.
"Later, my ass. You'll suck it now!"
"Onooch," Wilma moaned.
Jack still had a strong hand coiled in her hair. With the strength of one arm he was forcing her to her knees.
Wilma gazed in mute terror at the huge thing bobbing before her eyes. Jack's cock looked like twice the size of Ralph's pecker, so thick and hard and gorged with pulsing blood. It was definitely twice the size of Ralph's cock.
"No. No! NO!" Wilma then let out a feeble little whimper as Jack forced her to her knees, craning her head back with the steady force dragging on her hair.
"What's with you all of a sudden?" Jack wanted to know. "Usually you can't wait to get your mouth an my big prick."
"I-I-I'd rather do it later," Wilma said in a whining voice.
"You're still thinking about some other cock!" he said angrily.
"No, Ra… I mean, no Jack."
He laughed a bitter sneer. "Slut, you can't even keep my name straight in your fucking mind. I'll show you, you cheating cunt. I'll give you cock that you'll never forget!"
"N-n-no, Jack! Please…" Wilma's eyelids fluttered, swimming in a sudden rush of tears. He thrust the gleaming knob of his cock toward her quaking lips, but Wilma wrenched her head to the side, mindless of the pains Jack pulled at her scalp.
The bright swollen head of his cock grazed her cheek instead of pressing her lips apart. "Damn you, hold still!"
He twisted her head back to face him again, but Wilma squirmed and got her head turned to the other side.
"You stubborn slut! You're going to get it, you know you are. And baby, the more you fight it the more you're going to get it in the end." Jack laughed again, giving voice to his sullen determination to humble this willful bitch wife of his. "In fact, sweet-lips, you're going to get it in both ends! After I rape your fucking smart mouth, then I'm going to ram all this hot meat up your tight little ass!"
Wilma's butt muscles clenched instinctively as a wailing cry burst from her lips. She'd never been ass-fucked before either. The thought of having even a normal-sized cock like Ralph's shoved up her ass was too disgustingly painful to consider. With a straining, monster cock like Jack's, it would surely bc pure hell.
"No!" she squealed, her shit hole still squirming. Wilma got her arms between them and struggled to push Jack away from her.
"Damn you!" he raged as she pushed him back. "Your ass used to love the feel of my big shit dipping prick."
"Later!" Wilma pleaded. God, she wondered, when will Wanda get home? Probably not for hours. How could she possibly stall Jack and his giant erection that long? "I-I'd like a drink first," she said desperately, trying to struggle back to her feet.
"Yeah? Well drink this you frosty bitch. Maybe it'll warm you up…"
Jack took a step back and pushed down on his sharply upraised cock… then he pissed a solid yellow stream at her face.
"Yyyaaahhh!"
Wilma felt the warm spray and sniffed the bitter stench of long-held piss. Jack had been swilling black coffee all day and he had been too damn busy to visit the can. Now he felt the joyous spread of relief and sneering satisfaction as he drenched his wife's heaving tits with the yellow flood.
"Uuuunngh!" Wilma's pretty face twisted into a tight knot of complete disgust. She jerked her arms up, grabbing for his piss-gushing cock, trying to push it aside.
"Ooooh no!" Jack side stepped out of reach and laughed as he aimed the golden stream straight into her eyes.
"Grrruungh!" Wilma's eyes clamped shut, reddened and burped by the stinging spray. It splashed down her face, across her lips, and she could not help tasting it – vile and bitter as sin. Wilma moaned and threw her arms up to deflect the spray.
Pressure slackened as his bursting bladder drained. The solid gold stream curved down from the nozzle of his cock to splatter in her lap. Wilma jerked and dropped her hands, writhing in horror as she felt the yellow warmth seep into her twitching cunt slit.
Jack bent down and pulled his wide leather belt from his pants. Wilma lay hunched before him, her head low to the ground, like a pilgrim at a shrine, her ass upraised and shivering in the torment of disgust. He stepped around behind her and swung a yard of black leather in a vicious arc.
"Yyyeeeow!" Wilma screamed when she felt the stinging lash of Jack's belt raise a broad red welt across her ass checks.
A backhand slash raised another wide, blushing welt and sent a second shock of searing pain up Wilma's spine. She jerked her hands back to protect her ass and heard Jack laugh cruelly behind her.
He looped the free end of the sturdy, studded belt through the heavy brass buckle and snared her wrists, wrapping the loose end around her arms in a tight spiral reaching almost to her elbows.