My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 29

Butterflies exploded in Phil's stomach as he knew Fred was still watching. He could only imagine what he was he was feeling. He finally reached out and picked it up and looked at the display. He took a quick glance at the laptop, and then looked back at Katie.

"It's hubby!" he said. Phil's hand shook as he handed the phone to Katie, "Do you want to answer it?" He winced and knew if she did; Fred would say she was on video and his charade would be over.

Katie stared at it as he kept ringing. "No," Katie spoke softly and flung the phone onto the floor. She looked up at the obese man with her beautiful hazel eyes, "Don't stop!"

Phil grinned at the laptop, "Ohhhhhhhh, you are dirty little slut!" The old man laughed before another barrage of slaps commenced, "Say you are a whore!"

Fred's stared at the monitor in disbelief as his shaking hand dropped the phone. Somewhere in his mind, he was desperately searching for an explanation. This couldn't possibly be happening. Again, he tried to persuade himself that it was all some sick practical joke yet the sound of his wife's lustful moans told him differently, "I'm not a whore," he heard his wife profess as the spanking continued.

Phil grabbed Katie's freckled face and forced her to look at him.

"Of course you are!" he growled, "How else do you describe a wife who fucks around behind her husband's back, likes getting gangbanged by my friends, and sucks off a black man she hardly knows with her husband working in the next building!"

Fred could not believe what he was hearing. Had his wife really given the probation officer a blowjob? He felt a rush of blood to the head as he remembered the strange way Katie had acted when he came back to the car that afternoon. His heart skipped a beat. "Ouch!!" he heard his wife yell again as another slap echoed in the small room.

"Say you are a whore!" Phil commanded.

"I'm not!" Katie smirked with feigned outrage as she looked over her shoulder.

"Sure you are. You are a dirty married whore!" the fat old man laughed as he once again paddled her perfect backside.

Katie closed her eyes and licked her lips. Phil's treatment was driving her crazy. Wantonly, she raised her ass toward his unforgiving hand, exposing her bright red cheeks, "I...I... I never meant to be..." she panted.

"Then why have you been fucking me?" stammered Phil, "Why did you fuck Joel? What about Reggie? Norman? Remember my nephew Mike? Or were you too drunk?" He glared at the laptop, "What about the warden to get me out of prison? Did you enjoy swallowing his cum?

"Owwwwwwwwwww," Katie cried as another loud crack of Phil's hands swiped across her buttocks.

Fred felt as if had just been hit by a truck as he watched the worst nightmare he had ever experienced unfold right before his eyes. "What. The. Fuck!" he cried, sending the mic on his computer flying to the floor with a violent blow. There was a knock at the door before it opened slightly.

"Mr. Jackson," his secretary Janet asked timidly, "Is everything okay?"

Fred quickly hit a key, effectively muting the sound as a screensaver popped up.

"I'm fine," he said as he voice shook, "Just give me a minute, will you?"

"Okay," said Janet, "You have the board meeting in 20 minutes."

"I know!" Fred said absent-mindedly, "I'll be there."

The moment his secretary left the room, the loving husband got up from his chair and locked the door. As he turned back to his desk, he looked down. To his amazement, there was a huge tent in the pants of his suit. Fred had been so absorbed by what was happening on the screen that he hadn't even realized that his dick was hard as a rock. A strange mix of anger and shame washed over him. How could he possibly be aroused by what he was witnessing? Wiping the sweat from his brow, he quickly returned to his desk, hitting the keyboard again as he sat down.

"Why, Freckles?" were the first words he heard as the screen lit up, followed by a minute of loud slaps, only interrupted by Katie's moans which grew louder and louder.

"You are a no-good whore!" the old man exclaimed with a mocking tone.

Katie licked her lips as her eyes glazed over. Inwardly she knew he was right but the fear that he would stop spanking her made her maintain her reluctance.

"N-no, I am a good wife..." she panted.

"Not. True!" laughed Phil, punctuating each syllable with another hard slap. He knew that the sexy wife was loving every minute of his treatment. Flashing his yellow crooked teeth at the camera, he proceeded to punish the sexy woman lying across his lap.

To her amazement, Katie found that she was already close to cumming just from being spanked. There was nothing she could do about it. Her body had been in knots ever since Fred had been unable to get her off during their quickie in the kitchen. She had never felt so horny before.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Phil teased as he gripped her buttocks, harshly squeezing the bulging flesh.

"Please..." Katie moaned, continuing to keep her naked bottom raised, "don't stop!"

Ignoring her plea, the fat pervert ceased to spank the married mother, his hand caressing her sore ass as he leaned over and tried to pull her pants and thong off around her feet. They were quickly tangled amongst her high heeled sandals, "Take them off!" he commanded.

Katie quickly reached down and wiggled around, effectively pulling her hot pants and underwear off her long legs. They fell to a heap on the ground as the beautiful woman hastily undid her high heeled sandals and kicked them off her feet. She then laid back down on her ex-neighbor's lap as if waiting for his next instruction.

Dorman slid his hand between her legs as he started to slide his fingers in and out of Katie's moist fuck slit, "So wet already! So fucking wet!" he snarled.

The feeling of the old man's fat fingers stroking her pussy was enough to push Katie farther to the brink of a climax. The next few minutes were filled with the sloppy, squishing sounds of her moist slit as her lover went to work inside her.

Fred watched his wife scream out, moan, yelp and giggle but never once complain. Her screams were not ones of anguish. They were the unmistakable sounds of a woman in lust.

"What would your husband say if he could see us right now?" Dorman grinned as he eyed the camera. He withdrew his fingers from Katie's snatch, slowly licking her juices off them before shoving them back inside her. He hoped that Fred had a good view of his hot wife's subjugation.

The tormented beauty didn't answer. Her face was buried in the bed spread, her mouth gnawing at the sheets as she felt Phil's fingers sliding in and out of her. His words stung her soul yet strangely, they also seemed to heighten her arousal.

"Fuck this!" Fred cried as he ran his hand through his hair. He desperately needed to find a way to stop this madness. Quickly, he looked up Katie's hotel and dialed the number.

"Elan Hotel" the receptionist responded, "How can I help you?"

"Hello!" Fred spoke as his voice quivered, "This is Fred Jackson, Katie Jackson's husband. I'm trying to get a hold of her; could you dial room 212 please."

"Yes Mr. Jackson. Please hold," the clerk politely replied.

"Okay!" Fred exclaimed as he turned his attention back to the screen.

"Kneel in front of me!" Phil commanded as he pulled his hand out between Katie toned legs, "I want you to lick my feet!" The married beauty gasped as she slid off the bed, feeling her lover push her face down. It was something Phil had never asked of her and certainly something she had never done before.

A chill ran down her spine as she looked at the old man's ugly, bloated feet, the long yellow toenails sticking out grotesquely.

"Suck my toes, you slut!" the old man laughed.

Slowly, Katie leaned down and pursed her lips, kissing the top of his feet. Holding her long brown hair off to the side, the married mother proceeded to flick her tongue over his hideous feet until they were wet with her saliva.

In the background, the telephone started ringing. The old man cast a quick glance at the camera, a malicious grin on his face. Katie never even raised her head. Instead, after a minute or so, she started to moan as the sheer humiliation caused her to quiver with perverse arousal. The obese pervert leaned back as he enjoyed this new sensation, feeling his fat cock hardening in anticipation of what was to come.

The telephone stopped ringing. Dorman pushed the toes of his right foot into the hot wife's mouth while he forced his left foot between her breasts. He pushed her up with his foot squarely in her chest as he ran his toes over her bra-covered nipples.

"Take your top off!" he commanded as he pulled his foot from her mouth.

Katie pulled her white shirt from her torso, then crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom corners of her tight gray sports bra, lifting it over her head. She remained on her knees as she tossed it to the floor. Grinning at the now completely naked woman, the old man stabbed his foot between her legs, his fat toes brushing her pussy lips.

Fred's mouth hung open in disbelief as his beautiful wife knelt in front of the obese old man.

"Sir? Sir? Are you still there?" asked the receptionist, "There is no answer. Would you like to leave a message?"

"N...No" muttered the flabbergasted husband, barely audible as he slowly put down the phone.

The horny wife felt her ex-neighbor's foot sliding up and into her wet her cunt, flicking her clit in the process. Katie fell back until she caught herself with her hands behind her. The back of her head almost struck the laptop.

Fred could not see anything but the back of his naked wife's head but the hideous look on Phil's face told him everything.

The fat man's disgusting toes continued to torment the horny wife as she gave her lover a lewd look. The incredible girth of his hard prick was now clearly showing underneath the towel. Licking her lips as she eyed his crotch, Katie felt her pussy lips wrap around his big toe. Her hips grinded forward. The old man grinned as he felt his big toe slip into her well-oiled cunt as it disappeared between her pussy lips.

The married beauty was already about to explode around the old man's big toe. Squirming her ass down on his upturned toe, she could feel her pussy suck in the bloated digit. It was almost like getting fucked by a short, stubby cock.

Much as she enjoyed the feeling of perverse humiliation, Katie decided that it was time to cut the foreplay. Overwhelmed with lust, she leaned forward and pulled Phil's towel from his waist. Immediately his fat 10 inch-prick sprung out like a jack in the box, almost slapping her freckled face. The married mother giggled like a school girl as she stared up at the old man. Instantly, her mouth started watering as she eyed the bloated monster.

"Hey! You didn't even wait for my permission you greedy slut!" Dorman laughed as he leaned forward and grabbed Katie's brown hair. His foot still buried between her legs, he pulled her face against his fat stomach and pushed her mouth into his grey and black pubic hairs, "Alright then! Lick my cock and balls! I want to feel your mouth all over my cock!"

Back in his office, Fred stared at the computer screen in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing. He had nearly fallen off his chair when Katie had pulled away the towel. He instantly assumed that the old pervert was wearing some sort of strap-on. There was no way that thing could be real. He vaguely remembered Katie showing him a file when she worked with Sheila at the hospital. He remembered something about his inability to have an orgasm.

In wild horror, Fred watched his ex-neighbor shuffle in front of the bed, forcing the kneeling wife to turn sideways to the camera. He grimaced and knew that Phil was positioning her in front of the laptop. The loving husband's hands shook as he adjusted the sound. Slowly, Katie opened her salivating mouth and lowered it onto her lover's mammoth cock. Fred stared at the screen as Katie put as much of Phil's bulging manhood past her perfect lips as she could muster. Her head bobbed up and down in the old man's lap. The sound of wet, sloppy sucking filled the speakers. Fred's eyes watered as he couldn't pull them away from watching his beautiful wife devouring the ugly man's cock.

The married woman was in heaven. Instinctively, in an almost dream like state, both her small hands clutched the fat prick. Her body moved to the side as her husband caught another glimpse of the old man's rod. Fred had watched his fair share of porn movies before his wife developed sexually but seldom had he seen a cock of these proportions. It was so big in his wife's small hands that she was unable to fully close her fingers around it. The beautiful wedding ring, given to Katie when she had promised to always be faithful, shone brightly as she jerked the pre-cum dripping shaft while running her tongue all over the fat man's glands.

"Ohhhhhh!" Phil groaned, "That's it Freckles!" His foot still rubbed between the hot wife's legs as she vigorously sucked him off while grinding her pussy against it.

Katie licked her lips, she looked up at him while on her knees, her submissive eyes meeting his.

"Tell me, how does my cock compare to your husband's, Freckles?" Phil grinned, eyeing the camera while his big toe slid up and down the sexy wife's soaked pussy lips.

"My..My husb..?" Katie asked breathlessly, her beautiful hazel eyes looked up at him, "Fred's?"

"Yesss!" Phil growled, "Tell me!"

The fat geezer could hardly contain himself knowing that her husband was watching the scene half-way across the country, "How does my cock compare to Fred's? I want to hear you say it!"

The sexy mother stared at her obese lover as she kept bucking her cunt against his fat leg. Her soul hurt by what he was saying but her body wanted to please him. Besides, there was no denying the obvious truth.

"It's so much bigger!" she whispered as she lapped up a drop of pre-cum from his piss-hole with her tongue, "Your cock is perfect!"

He grabbed her by the neck and forced her chin upwards. The old man bent down and planted his fat lips on her hers. Katie closed her eyes as she slipped her tongue into his mouth while she continued to jerk his beautiful cock. The French kiss lasted almost a minute.

Phil finally pulled away, making the fat rolls on his stomach jiggle.

"That's it Freckles," he growled, "Stroke it up and down like that. Just like the first time you did it years ago."

Years ago? Fred could not believe what he heard. It was hard enough to have to watch this nightmarish scene but to learn that this kind of action between his beautiful wife and the ugly man had obviously been going on for years was beyond comprehension.

Happy to oblige, Katie used both her hands to gently wank her old lover's fuck-stick. Massive amounts of pre-cum were running down the huge shaft. It covered her small hands while making squelchy noises as she continued to stroke him. Her wet crotch rubbed against his leg as her breaths grew shallow. Her body trembled with excitement.

Phil gently placed his chubby hand behind her head as he pushed her mouth towards his cock, all the while smiling widely at the laptop.

"Are you going to cum?" he inquired, "Are you going to cum just by humping my leg?"

"Yesssssss," Katie hissed as her mouth centimeters away from the tip of his cock.

Phil pulled her face closer onto his cock until the tip pressed against her trembling wet lips, "Then suck my cock and cum all over me."

Katie's beautiful face and mouth came right up to the humongous prick as she started to give it little loving kisses. Kisses one would normally give to a child were now being applied to his huge, dripping phallus of her ugly old neighbor. The hot wife started on the head, kissing it all. After being neglected by her lover for nearly a week, she was happy to finally have his fat cock fill her mouth once again.

Her body heaved as she moaned slightly, her cunt maintained contact with Phil's flabby leg as she ground it back and forth quickly. Her tight body gyrated on his flabby foot and leg. She moved her mouth back as it hung open, "Ohhhhh yessssssss!" she moaned, her face contorting as she felt a delicious rush to climax. It sounded as though she was hyperventilating as short quick breaths filled the room.

Fred's face turned white. After failing to bring Katie off in the kitchen, he was now forced to witness the humiliating sight of the fat man making his wife cum just by letting her suck him off while she humped his leg like a bitch in heat.

After a minute of cumming, Katie opened her eyes and flattened her tongue as she hungrily lapped at the old man's cock, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. She shuddered slightly as she moved forward, allowing his beautiful phallus to enter her mouth. As usual, she could barely fit it in and Phil was sure that he could hear her jaw muscles crack. Soon, without any prompting from the fat man, the naked beauty had established a steady rhythm and was able to take almost all of it. A large bulge appeared in her neck as she forced it deeper into her throat, uttering low moans. Long strands of warm saliva ran down Phil's prick, dripping onto the carpet.

The hot wife couldn't deny that sucking cock turned her on beyond belief and she knew that this wouldn't be her last orgasm of the night. As she caressed his hairy scrotum, she looked up at him with a loving look, her beautiful eyes looking for approval. Phil merely smiled.

"Now suck my balls," he glanced at the laptop.

Katie bent down to take one giant sized egg into her mouth while her hand pointed the perverted man's cock upwards as she stroked it. Her wedding ring glistened against his swollen cock as her hand gently moved up and down.

Fred had an even better view of Phil's awe-inspiring appendage. It seemed unfathomable to him that his wife could even get her lips around it, much less take it deep down her throat. Her tiny hands made it look even bigger. His eyes followed her wedding ring as it moved up and down the fat dick. Absent-mindedly, Fred reached down, rearranging his own erection inside his pants. A dark patch of pre-cum was visible on the crotch of his trousers yet the tormented husband hardly took any notice of it as he watched his beautiful wife suck on the ugly man's equally huge testicals.

"Your hubby thinks he's so helpful," Phil coughed as he stared straight into the camera. "He thought he'd lecture me on how to get myself a girlfriend. I should have told him, I've already got one! The most slutty one you could ever imagine!"

"Mmmmm," Katie hummed in approval as her mouth was stuffed with the fat man's cum-filled balls.

"Oh Freckles! Just imagine us meeting when I was young and handsome," Phil roared in laughter as he threw his bald head back, "You would never have ended up with him. You would have married me!" he cried as Katie dragged her wet tongue all over his hairy balls. The sexy wife cringed at his words yet the verbal abuse was clearly taking its toll on her as she felt her pussy juices run down her inner thigh.

Phil reached down and grabbed her hair, roughly yanking Katie's head back as she stared at him breathlessly. "You would have had no need to become the cheating whore that you are now!" he laughed before pulling her head back into his groin, smearing her pretty face with his pre-cum covered shaft.

"Now come up here," the fat man spoke calmly, "I want to play with those perfect tits of yours."

The hot wife straightened up and leaned forward so she was kneeling right next to her lover, up against his groin directly in front of the laptop.

Phil started to kneed her tits with his fat hands. He took one in each hand and squeezed. He pulled her to her feet and started to suck and lick her nipples. Surprisingly gentle, he spent the next few minutes sucking on her tight hard breasts. The sexy wife let him do as he pleased, her arms wrapped around his neck. She was still on the brink of an orgasm.