Surprise Visit

Susan told me that she would be doing some paperwork at home today, and I thought she would find it a pleasant surprise if I left work in the middle of the day to see her. She certainly was surprised.

As soon as I started up the stairs, I heard the noises from the bedroom. Although they were very indistinct at first, your gut recognizes when you're hearing sex noises. For a terrible second, I thought some stranger might be hurting her, but I quickly recognized the familiar sounds of her pleasured moans and mumbled encouragements. I was careful to be quiet as I finished climbing the stairs and moved down the hall. I slowly turned the doorknob and softly pushed open the door. Their feet were toward me, so from where I was standing I got a good view of the man's ass going up and down as he humped her. He was taking her quickly and roughly, not like the gentle lovemaking she and I had. I noticed that her legs were wrapped around him, and that her small, pretty feet were daintily caressing his hips. This made for quite a contrast with the guttural noises and grunting exclamations coming from her mouth. Funny how someone with an MBA is about as articulate as a cavewoman when she's in the middle of some adulterous sex: "Yeah, that's it. Uhh, that's good. Stick it in. Mmmph. Harder."

They say that during battles the Vikings used to go "berserk: they were so filled with unfathomable rage that they were invincible. I think that's what happened to me as I charged into the room. You could have emptied a .45 automatic into my chest and it wouldn't have slowed me down. I was beside the bed before they even noticed me. I grabbed the guy on top of Susan by the back of the neck and practically picked him up off the ground single-handed. Looking back, I think he might actually have been a more muscular guy than I am; I probably would have been a little intimidated by him in a dark alley. But the fury he saw in my face made him blanche. I didn't so much shout as I growled, "You think you can come in her and fuck my woman you little shit?!" He started to stammer something in response, but I had punched him onto his ass before he got a sentence out. Cupping his bloody nose with one hand, he had the surprising presence of mind to grab his clothes from the pile on the floor before running out the door. I ran after him, and got him with a kick in the ass that sent him tumbling and running down the stairs. The door slammed so quickly after that that I doubt he was even dressed before he got outside.

Now I was moving slowly: turning around purposefully, walking step by step back to the bedroom. I heard Susan crying in humiliation and remorse. When I came into the bedroom, she had pulled the sheet up over her body, and was covering her face with her hands. "Oh god," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, it just happened. I'll never do it again. Oh, please, I'm so sorry." She looked up at me for a moment, tears running down her cheeks, but immediately put her face down into her hands when she saw me glowering at her. I walked over to the bed and started to pull the sheet off of her. She pulled it back, and pleaded, "Oh, no, sweetie, don't! I'm so ashamed!" I slapped her across the face. And god forgive me but it felt good! "Don't tell me what to do!" I hissed in her face. You (slap) have no (slap) right (slap) to tell me anything (slap)! She was normally a very strong woman. But now she just cowered before me.

I knew what I needed to do.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. It felt huge and rock-hard, like a weapon. I finished tearing the sheet off of Susan so that she was exposed to me, then jerked her down off the bed onto the floor. The thumping sound of her falling on the floor pleased me. "Oh, god, don't," she begged. "Not like this!"

"You're mine, you bitch," I shot back. "And I'm going to show it to you." I forgot all the care and gentleness I usually showed her. Instead, I mounted her roughly and unceremoniously. This was for ME. Fuck her needs. I started pounding away at her pussy. She cried and feebly pushed against my chest with her hands. The thought that another man had just been inside her enraged me but it also made me horny as a bull. "You've fucked him before, haven't you?" I grunted. "No, this was the first time," she whimpered. I grabbed her around the throat with both hands and squeezed. "You lying bitch! If you lie to me again, I swear I will kill you while I'm fucking you!" And I think I meant it, too.

"Yes," she admitted, still crying.

I twisted her nipple hard with my right hand and asked, "How often?"

She winced and gasped, "We've met four times before. Oh, please forgive me! I don't love him! I only love you!"

I kept screwing her as my eyes started to tear up. "Then why?" I asked. "If you love me why did you do this?"

She cried as she said, "I wanted to fuck. You and I make love, and it's so wonderful, but I remember being fucked by guys who didn't love me. Oh, I needed it."

Even through my shirt, I could feel how hard her nipples were. We were both soaked in sweat as we humped like animals. "Have you always been fucking him in our bed?" I demanded.

Her breathing was fast and deep now, and she was writhing underneath me as my cock pounded her pussy. "No, we usually do it at the Econ-o-lodge on Route 7. It was sexy because it was so cheap and dingy."

I thought about her needing to be fucked in some cheap motel. It disgusted me. It also turned me on. "Why did you bring him here today, you little whore?"

She was moaning now, like she had for him a few moments ago. I thought about how the hard floor underneath her must hurt, and how the carpet must tear at her back as I pushed her around underneath me; the thought made me harder. She said, "I wanted to do it in my husband's bed. It turned me on. It was so dirty. It was so wrong. Oh, god, I wanted to be bad."

I lifted my chest up and looked down at her, grabbing her wrists to pin her arms over her head. "You want to be bad, cunt?" I let go of one of her wrists just long enough to Slap her across the face. "Your pussy's wet now. My cock's rolling in your pussy juice. Does it turn you on that you were fucking him a minute ago? Does it turn you on that I'm hurting you because you were a whore?" She turned her head to the side, trying to look away from me. "Answer me!" I shouted.

"Yes! Oh, god, yes! I was his whore. But now you took me and I'm your whore! I'm your whore! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Please!"

I could tell that we were both on the edge of cumming. I wanted to pull out and shoot my load on her face. Then I wouldn't let her cum. But her pussy felt so damn good on my cock. "Did you ever fuck me right after you fucked him?" I asked.

I could tell by the look on her face what the answer was. I could also tell that the thought of what she had done was going to push her over the edge into an orgasm. "Yes," she moaned. "Last week I fucked him a half hour before I met you at home, uhhhhmmm, and then I jumped you as soon as you came in the door. Oh god, yes. I wanted to have two men up my pussy right after each other." Then she raised her face up. I knew what she wanted. I slapped her again and again as I came, and came, and came in her pussy. And it seemed like every time I slapped her I felt her pussy tighten in orgasm around my hard cock.

I collapsed on top of her and we both panted for a minute. I rolled off her and we looked up at the ceiling, catching our breaths, for what seemed like a long time. She was lying still, just breathing and waiting for me to say or do something. Finally, I lifted myself up on my arm and looked at her. She winced, but the rage in me had subsided. "It's going to take me a long time to get over this," I said. "I know," she said, and looked away from me, biting her lip. "You should have told me what you needed," I said. Still too ashamed to look at me, she said, "I thought you would be disgusted with me. I thought you ... I thought you wouldn't love me anymore."

That got to me. "No. That wouldn't happen." I paused for a moment, but then I couldn't help saying, "I love you even now." She looked back at me in surprise, then started to cry again. I stood up and tucked my penis back into my pants. (Dry cleaning might save those slacks, but I'm not sure I have the nerve to take them in.) Then I reached into my pocked, took three twenty-dollar bills out of my wallet, and handed them to Susan. "What's this?" she said, surprised. I smiled and said, "I understand that you women like to be paid in advance."

She smiled back when I added, "Get dressed. Wear something trashy and 'obvious.' We're going to the Econ-o-lodge."