The Young Wife (23 page)

‘That's it! You are a fast learner, Jessica. Looks like you know what to do,' rasped the intruder's thick voice.

‘I hate you,' I hissed, as I pulled the dress up on to my back, so that most of my bottom was uncovered. The thin, white knickers I habitually wore had worked up into the crack, and sat unevenly over my plump cheeks.

‘That's nice, Jessica. I like a woman who wears stockings. I bet your old man likes it too, eh?' came the muffled voice, as I reached as far up my back as the arm could go. ‘Now sit astride the chair, there's a good little girl.'

God, he was so patronising.

I shuffled awkwardly forwards, and hooked one stockinged knee over one arm of the chair. It was extremely difficult to get the other astride with one hand behind my back, but the burglar just seemed to enjoy my discomfort all the more.

‘I've heard that you posh bits of stuff like it rough. Is that true?' he asked, as I settled astride the hard wooden arms of the old chair.

My cheeks were totally parted, and my bush felt terribly vulnerable, so there was a quaver in my voice when I answered. ‘I wouldn't know, I'm sure.'

He copied my voice and words mockingly. ‘I wouldn't know, I'm sure. Fuck, you are a tasty piece and I'm fucking sure of that.'

I heard him coming closer, and I turned my face towards Leo, so that I could see if he was enjoying this as much as I was. I cocked my hips back so that my already opened buttocks were even more exposed. The intruder leaned down to whisper into my ear, but still loud enough for Leo to hear in the deathly stillness of the room.

‘I think you need your bottom smacked, Jessica! What do you think of that?' rasped the man in his coarse way; then he turned towards Leo and said loudly, ‘I think your wife needs a few smacks on her pretty arse, mate. What do you think?'

He gripped one of my full buttocks in his right hand and shook it so that it wobbled loosely. The movement opened the lips of my sex a little, and I felt a leak of moist arousal slip from the furry slit.

‘He don't say a lot, does he? I think he approves,' said the man in black, with a short, hard laugh. Then he started to slap my open, wobbling bottom-cheeks with his leather-covered hand. It was intensely humiliating, and arousing. I loved the way my cheeks shuddered unashamedly under the short, brittle taps of his big hand. It didn't sting as much as I had thought, or not too much at first, but my bottom soon warmed up until the sensation began to cause me a little discomfort.

‘You're hurting me,' I complained, but the man kept slapping my juddering, parted cheeks until I was turning my face hotly against the steaming leather back of the armchair. Then he stopped, and rudely ran his fingers up my open, panty-covered cleft.

‘She's got a right juicy little cunt, your missus,' he shouted to Leo, and I squirmed my tingling cheeks secretively against his hand. He responded by crooking a finger into the damp material that covered my aching slit, and pushing it a little into the wetness within my parted lips. Then he withdrew the finger, gave me a quick, hard slap, and told me to get up and take my pants off. I was slow to oblige, as my hip joints were protesting at the way they had been arranged over the chair's arms. The dress slipped back over my reddened, stinging cheeks, and I made a grab for the hem.

‘There's no need, love,' said the man. ‘You might as well take it off altogether.'

I turned my head to look at him, then fixed my eyes on the figure of my husband, hunched and red-faced in the big bed. I smiled, as if to reassure him, as I began to force my trembling fingers to undo my buttons. They popped easily, one by one, letting the front of my dress come apart like a stage curtain. My breasts bulged out of the lacy, push-up bra that I had purposefully put on for this occasion, as I wanted to look my best for our visitor. Leo's eyes were shining, and his lips twitched with some inexpressible emotion. I bent a little to undo the last buttons, and to let him see deep into the shadows of my cleavage. I straightened, and let the dress roll off my smooth shoulders, and down the satiny columns of my bare arms, until it fell away from me, to heap behind me on the floor. My bottom twitched, as I swayed unsteadily on legs weak with the after-effects of adrenaline. I wanted to reach back and pluck the material that had wedged in my bottom's cleft, but I contained myself, and let my hands fall down to hang and brush against my upper thighs.

‘You have a lovely arse, Jessica. Has he ever fucked it?' asked the disembodied voice of the burglar from behind me. He obviously meant Leo. I shook my head, enjoying the brushing of my hair against my neck, and squeezed my cheeks together, but poor old Leo couldn't see. I guessed that they were flushed along the milky flesh where the burglar had slapped me, and the thought made me squeeze them even tighter. The movement gave me a warm feeling of pleasure in the pursing of my cunt, and it also gave the man in black a pleasure I could deny my husband.

‘Undo your bra, and turn around,' commanded the intruder, and I obeyed without a murmur. Leo's eyes widened even more as the front of my bra loosened, but I turned before my breasts were bare.

‘Now show me your lovely tits, Jessica,' said the man, with his voice caressing my name. I let the bra drift forwards, on to my wrists, then shrugged it off. The movement made my bare breasts shake, and they shuddered as I straightened up and thrust them proudly out. I felt the blood engorge their tips, and the crawling sensation as my nipples peaked to painful hardness. The man strode forwards, bolder now, and clasped both globes of creamy flesh in his leather claws. The rough seams of his gloves scraped the tender peaks as his grip contracted, and I nearly swooned at the feeling which swept through me. He released them and stepped into me, then put his arms around me so that he could grab my bottom in his hands. His fingers burrowed into the crack, then he clenched the rich cheeks like they were mounds of dough. He pulled them apart, and called over my shoulder to the poor man who lay behind me.

‘That's a lovely arse, mate, isn't it? Lovely tits, too!'

My nipples rubbed against the coarse wool of his sweater, and the faint smell of tobacco that clung to him was pleasant and reassuring, despite the circumstances. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties' waistband, and rolled them over the resilient curves of my arse and hips. They peeled out of my cleft, and I tilted forwards so that the tight crack opened. He kneeled, and pulled them down my trembling thighs in one smooth movement, then stood and told me to step out of them.

‘You won't be needing them again tonight,' he told me, in a cruel form of jest.

I was naked, but for my stockings, and I half-expected him to tell me to take them off too, but he didn't. Instead, he gripped the narrow parts of my upper arms in both hands, and turned me round to face the bed. One gloved hand snaked round my stomach, and its light contact made the muscles in my tummy jump. The other he placed in my lower back, and used the action of them both against each other, so that I was gently pushed forwards from the hips. I put my hands out to support me on the bed, and made sure that one made contact with the general area of Leo's groin. I felt the loose lump of cover over his penis, and the nodding stem of erect flesh under it. He was enjoying my slow ravishing by the intruder, at least as much as I was.

I spread my arms out, with the full gourds of my thorn-tipped breasts jiggling heavily beneath my armpits, and planted my legs more widely to make my pose more secure. I looked deep into Leo's eyes, with their hugely dilated pupils, and opened my mouth to let my lower lip hang sulkily down. The gloved hands were back at my rear, and I felt them cup the fullness of my cheeks. The man behind had released his cock, and was engaged in trying to rest it in the slot of my bottom. He pulled my bum-cheeks apart, and rocked the hot length in the ravine between them. The rubbery friction on my perineum made me want to stick my arse out even more, and I wanted to tell him, but couldn't, that I wanted him to try my virgin arse, here in front of Leo. He did not feel my wanting, nor did he care to try me there, for I soon felt the blunt and slippery head of his prick nosing in the folds of my moist cunt. How I ached for it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of the cock slipping thickly into me, and called out to my husband, ‘I'm doing this for you, Leo!'

The man behind me laughed as he shoved the thick peg into my tight slit, and echoed my words sarcastically, ‘I'm doing this for you, too, Leo.'

Then the bastard plunged his long cock into me, and I could say no more, for the breath was driven out of me by the force of the thrust. My cunt was full of him, and he spread my cheeks with his leathery grip to make the cock go deeper. I felt the rough sack of his scrotum brush against my clitoris, and the sensation made me cry out in pleasure. I tried to disguise it as surprise and pain, to keep up the pretence for Leo's benefit. He had no idea that I had been fucked before this, and had to remain convinced that I was a virgin up to that point. The cock rocked back and forth in me, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to groan.

‘Ooh! You are so rough with me,' I moaned to the brute behind me, and he pushed his cock in even harder on the next thrust.

I slyly searched for Leo's cock beneath the blanket, and grasped the rigid stem in one hand. I held on to it as one holds on to a handle, and tugged it at every inwards thrust of the other cock in my cunt. His breathing caught, as ragged as my own, as the sloshing sounds of the wet connection behind me filled my ears. My loins were furiously tingling, as the pressure for release built up in the stretched, and slippery folds of my hot fig.

Then the man withdrew the throbbing rod of meat from within me, and rubbed it in the open groove between my cheeks. I thought he was going to bugger me, but instead he let my cheeks spring elastically closed, and walked around my hip so that his cock nodded beside my ear.

‘Turn your head to me,' he ordered, with urgency in his muffled voice, and his right hand came heavily down on the highest point of my bottom-cheeks. I gasped, mouth open, and turned my face towards the reddened, nodding head of his enormous cock. He had it gripped between his gloved fingers, and the purple head poked crazily out from the black, shiny leather. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted him to tell me, and so I waited, with my wet mouth hanging loosely open only inches from his cock.

‘Put it in your mouth, you slutty bitch,' he mumbled thickly through the wool of his mask, and released the throbbing length to grab the back of my head and force me to it.

I opened my mouth wide, and let the slippery, engorged thing slide over my teeth and tongue. He had no time for niceties, and pressed it crudely into the back of my throat. I gagged, but he still pushed it in, and the sensation was unpleasant, even as it was erotic. He pulled it out again, and the taste of my own cunt was on my tongue, as he dug his fingers fiercely into the open, soaking cavern between my thighs. His fingers slipped easily into me, and I felt my cunt expanding to the insistence of his probing hand. He brought his cock up for me to lick, and I took a sly glance at Leo's face, and felt the answering jerk in his penis as I curled my pointed tongue around the burglar's angry, purple glans. The taste of myself maddened me, and I sucked the shimmering length into my mouth so that it rubbed against the ribbed roof near the back of my throat; then I let it almost out again so that Leo could see the strings of saliva that clung to it. One rough-seamed, leather finger was pushing rudely at the tight puckering of my arse, and I pressed the ring of muscle out to it in rank desire. It forced its itching, irritating way into me, and the fingers in my cunt curled up to rub at the upper wall between my rectum and the slippery tube of my vagina. I nearly howled with the feeling it produced in my arse and pussy, but the cock in my throat muffled me. I felt Leo's penis begin to jerk, and I pulled my head away to look into his eyes as he came.

‘Oh, Leo,' I squealed, ‘he's putting his finger up my bottom. Oh, darling, I can feel it going in.'

It was too much for the poor man, and for a moment I thought he was going, as he closed his eyes and expelled a long rattling sigh, but then they opened again, as he seemed determined not to miss a moment. He loved the sight of his own wife being fucked and fingered by a total stranger. I felt a splash against my face, and turned my head in time to get another pulse of semen against my lips. I licked the salty globule into my mouth with my face turned away, so that Leo wouldn't see what a slut I was, but I let the next one dribble down my cheek as I turned back to face him.

‘Look,' I said in mock distress. ‘Look what he has done to me.'

The fingers left my cunt and arse as I spoke, but not before the clenching of my orgasm had begun. I squeezed my plump thighs together to intensify the pleasure, and screwed my eyes shut, as if in shame. My stomach quivered with the gut-clenching force of my climax, and my legs would not support me any longer

I fell, face forwards on the bed, and squirmed, as if overcome, against the hump of Leo's legs.

I did not hear the stranger leave, as I was too weak from the intensity of my contractions, but the breeze from the open window soon alerted me to his departure, and I looked up to see a shoe disappear over the sill.

I turned to Leo, and for long moments we looked at each other, as husband and wife should never do. I saw into his soul, and thought he caught a glimpse of mine. I hauled myself up, breaking the contact, and scooped the skimpy panties from the floor. I dressed in silence, with my back to him, then used a moistened tissue to clean my face in the mirror.

‘We must never tell what happened here tonight, Leo,' I said to him, when I was refreshed. My arse was glowing from the spanking I had just received, and my anus stung where the rough stitching of the gloved finger had scratched it, but I had never felt as satisfied as I did at that moment, with the heavy pouch of my sex throbbing wetly between my loose thighs. My mind was my own, and so was my body now, so what little pleasure Leo got was unbegrudged by me. He said nothing, for he could not, but his eyes spoke volumes as he blinked emphatically to show that he agreed. He was perverse, but I forgave him that, for I now knew that whatever darknesses he had within him were matched by the wells of cruel eroticism that lurked untapped in me. My only regret was that David had not buggered me, and I knew that my restless soul would not allow me to leave that avenue unexplored.