Sharing My Hot Wife

CHAPTER ONE-2

"Would you like valentines and flowers every time we f**k?" her husband countered with maddening calm. He could feel himself becoming tense and angry, his temper nearly at the boiling point.

"Oh!" the angry young wife cried, jumping up from her chair. "It might be better than snide sarcasm, at least. Maybe you're right. You don't need sensitivity training. You should start with common courtesy!"

Bursting into tears, she fled into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard behind her that the whole room seemed to shake.

"Goddamnit, I've had about enough of this," Ralph shouted, storming after her. His nineteen year-old bride had flung herself face down on the bed and was sobbing into her pillow. She raised her head when he came into the room. Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her cheeks. He thought she looked like a child having a temper tantrum.

"I've had enough too," she wailed, "you don't care about me at all. All you're interested in is your studies and that damn garage! I'm just a housemaid to you, somebody to cook and clean and put out on demand!!"

Although both knew they were being unreasonable, they were powerless to stop the bitter words that rose all too easily to their lips. Barbara's latest accusation made him see red. After all the months of restraining himself, of being patient, and now to be called an insensitive brute by the very woman he'd been trying to woo gently was more than he felt he deserved.

"Okay, baby," he said, his voice shaking with anger, "if that's the way you think it is, I'm demanding-right now!"

In one angry gesture, he pulled off his tee-shirt and flung it across the room and began undoing his belt.

"What ... what are you doing," Barbara asked, frightened at the change in his tone.

"You want sensitivity training? Help with our s****l problems?" he spat, tossing his belt after the shirt and ripping open his button-front Levi's. "Okay, let's have a little introductory demonstration right now! In the privacy of your own home!"

"Don't you come near me," the startled young blonde commanded, her tears forgotten as she retreated to the far side of the bed. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!!"

But her outraged husband was not to be stopped. His pent-up anger and frustration had finally erupted with the force of a volcano, transforming him for the moment into a raging demon, determined to have his way. His wife's fear and anger only served to increase his intensity. He was going to have her now, get the release he'd been aching for all the long months of their marriage. Furiously he kicked off his pants, and his long thick p***s shot angrily erect, hard as steel. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in his hands and leered down at his now terrified wife.

"So, I'm not considerate enough for your refined tastes, huh?" he shouted. "Well, baby, it's time you came down off that f*****g pedestal and learned what it's like to be a real woman, with a real man!" His strong, muscular hands reached down and ripped open her flimsy halter with one stroke, exposing the quivering mounds of her breasts. Horrified, yet fascinated at the same time, Barbara tried to edge away from him into the protective comer of the bed.

"Oh, no, you don't," he cried, lunging after her and pinning her down to the bed. "Not this time!" Holding her down with one hand, with the other he quickly unzipped her shorts and yanked them roughly down her lithe long legs. Her little white bikini panties followed an instant later, the tight elastic stinging her skin as he tore them from her body. Brutally he spread her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her p***y nestled in the sparse, softly curling blonde tangle of pubic hair.

The Nordic looking young bride flailed wildly about on the bed, trying to escape. Her lush young body, usually so pale and cool to the touch, was flushed and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide against her will, made Ralph's throat tighten with passion. His eyes were wild as he gazed down at her moistly quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his eyes. Suddenly, without any preparation, he jammed his outstretched middle finger harshly into the entrance of her tightly clenched little vaginal canal.

"Nnnnnoooooooooo!" Barbara screamed, her inner cunt walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder.

"Shut up," he growled thickly in a voice hoarse with lust. "The neighbors might hear!"

Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles, which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His p***s, long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly, he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her still unprepared v****a. Her resistance only inflamed him the more, making him feel like a satyr, filled with potency and lust. At least she's reacting, he thought, even if it's not with love and desire. Maybe if I can f**k her senseless, make her enjoy it even if she fights it at first, there's some hope for us!

Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her v****a, and, grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet, forcing her backwards against the bureau. Barbara cowered in front of him, hardly daring to wonder what he had in mind. He was like a madman, she thought, as he stood in front of her stroking his massive balls and thick throbbing p***s. His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Despite her terror, she was strangely fascinated by what was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and watching, not personally involved at all.

"Spread your legs, cunt," her husband ordered hoarsely, "cause I'm going to f**k you until you're begging for more!"

Mesmerized, Barbara did as she was told. Leaning her arms against the bureau for support, her legs splayed wide and her face streaked with tears, the young blonde was a figure of abject humiliation, and more desirable than ever in Ralph's eyes.

Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came towards her, still stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular young thighs. Seizing her hand in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.

The touch of her small soft hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his c**k aroused gender feelings in Ralph. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement.

"Oh, sweetheart," he moaned into the soft sensuous curve of her neck, "you feel sooo goood!"

As though she had not even heard his words, Barbara was seized by a sudden flash of vindictiveness. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, she gave a vicious twist to his balls that caused him to cry out in pain. Without thinking, he slapped her sharply across the face, sending her reeling back against the bureau.

"You little b***h!" he snarled, "I'll teach you to pull tricks like that!"

He grabbed her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitted his lust-swollen c**k head against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard, ramming motion, shoved his massively pulsating length deep up into her belly.

His swollen rod was so thick that she felt as though the heavy blunt end of a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her naked v****a.

"Aaaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every body movement only forced the torturous invading cudgel deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.

Pulling her harshly against him, Ralph pried her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks.

"Oh no, please...." she began, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to probe the tiny entrance to her anal passage. But her angry young husband stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that she thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of it. The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, had a strange effect on the girl. The sensation was tantalizing, and Barbara realized suddenly that it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her buttock cheeks obscenely back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long hard c**k, which moved relentlessly up and down in her bruised and smarting cuntal passage.

Oh God, what's happening to me, her mind screamed, I mustn't, I can't let this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all her might to fight down the quivering tickling sensations that spiraled through the lower part of her naked young body. Her husband's massively thick p***s was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Suddenly he pressed his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath, and the impaled young blonde's body was convulsed with a wild searing pain.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "RALPH, STOP, I CAN'T STAND IT! OH GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT!"

"Shut up, b***h, and like it," her husband retorted, burying his face in her neck and kissing her so hard he raised a red welt on her nakedly sensitive skin. He wanted to hurt her now, subjugate her entirely until she could resist no longer. Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her even harder and twisted his finger deeper into her painfully stretched rectum; at the same time he bent her backwards over the bureau and began sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe young breasts.

Barbara felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of sensation began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing, out of her control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.

"Ooooooohhhhhh ... don't ... stop ... oh God," she babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to keep him away.

"f**k your cunt back at my c**k," Ralph growled, digging his fingers harder into the soft half moons of her buttocks. "Oh you beautiful little piece of ass, f**k BACK!!!"

Suddenly Barbara's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in unison with her lustful spouse, clawing at his back, bucking furiously into every hammer-like stroke of his thickly bludgeoning rod.

"Yes ... yes...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She, too, was a demon, consumed with only one desire-to take him as far up in her hungrily working cunt as she could and force him to release the long suppressed passion that until that moment, she had not known existed.

I've done it! Ralph thought exultantly, hardly daring to believe that the wildly writhing girl in his arms was his shy, demure wife. I've f****d her right through all that puritanical bullshit! She truly desired him at last, almost couldn't get enough, and he had to brace himself against the bureau with his free hand in order to keep his balance.