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Wife Gone Wild
By Marvin Cox


FOREWORD

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nineteenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.

The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, d**g addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.

The young wife in this book is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she seizes at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.

WIFE GONE WILD is a story about the "quiet desperation" in many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Wendy Holloway gazed into the bathroom mirror and frowned as her eyes critically analyzed her reflection.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked, her voice laced with a desperate quality.

Intently studying her features, she carefully assessed her qualities. Her hair was long and reddish-blonde, the color of ripe peaches, perfectly complementing the silky-textured, golden tone of her skin. Her blue eyes were clear and soft, larger than average.

Lowering her eyes, she glanced at her tits, which were partially hidden by the filmy robe she was wearing. They were full and upturned, adorned with rose-colored nipples, perfectly shaped. When she dropped her gaze further downward, she certainly couldn't find fault with her tapering waist, the rounded hips, the long, lean legs.

She closed her eyes and placed both hands on her flat stomach. The delicate bush of silky pussy hair gently nuzzled against her little fingers. Almost cautiously, she slipped her hands down, cupping the firm mound of cunt. An immediate ache throbbed along her pussy, then burned around the base of her spine.

"Oh, Stan, why don't you want me?" she asked, her voice quivering with emotion. She swallowed hard and opened her eyes, looking back into the mirror. "Why?" she whispered. "I... I want you!"

She dabbed at the corners of her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, forcing herself to smile. She paused for a moment in the darkened hallway, then carefully avoiding several cartons which lay in her path, made for the bedroom. She heard the rhythmic breathing of her sleeping husband as she opened the door.

"Stan?" she whispered, walking to the bed. When she sat down, the man stirred slightly. "Stan?' she asked again.

"Whatcha want, honey?" he murmured. He gave a sleepy snort and rolled onto his back. "You know I need my eight hours," he added, then went back to asleep. Wendy looked at her husband and felt the aching throb inside her pussy become almost too demanding. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen, like a Greek god. From the curly shock of dark brown hair that framed a perfectly handsome, angular face, down to the well-shaped feet, he was a delicious study in masculinity. The sculptured chest that fanned out to massive, muscular shoulders, the narrow waist and hips, legs ribboned with marble-like hardness, were enough to make any woman gasp with ecstasy.

She did exactly that, biting her lower lip. Gingerly, she reached over and touched the thick, rubbery shaft of his cock nestled between those powerful thighs. It, too, was a thing of beauty. Long and meaty, it rested in a halo of wiry, chocolate-brown hair.

"I want you!" she moaned quietly, lowering her face to his musky-smelling crotch. She kissed the underside of his limp shaft, brushing her chin against his thick, cum-filled balls. "Why... why don't you want me?" she whined.

As he lay there sprawled on the bed in the moonlight, she licked up and down the swelling column of meat, then gently nudged down the loose foreskin which shrouded the end of his prick. She nibbled around the rim for a few seconds, savoring the acrid flavor of dried piss and cum, then gobbled down on the enormous cockhead.

An immediate flame of wounded desire burned in the back of her throat. She inched her lips downward, sliding the monstrous cockhead across the roof of her mouth, past her tonsils, and shivered when it throbbed against the back of her throat.

"Unhhhhh," her husband moaned, spreading his legs slightly, moving his head around on the pillow.

Wendy stopped all movement for a few seconds, making sure he was still asleep. She then carefully squeezed between his legs and again lowered her face to his warm crotch. She lifted the slab of cock to her lips once more and licked down to the furry base. She held her head there for several moments, letting his grow to his full, enormous size, feeling her cheeks swell out.

"Ohhhhhhh," she murmured, sucking up until the tip of his prick pulsated between her teeth. She then gulped back down, pursing her lips tightly, emitting another muffled groan of pleasure that vibrated from the corner of her mouth.

Sure that he was fast asleep still, she began bobbing her head up and down, sucking the entire length of his prick into her mouth. With each downward thrust of her tightly constricted lips, she felt the back of her throat quiver with excitement.

"Mmmm, I love sucking your cock like this," she whispered softly, feeling a stab of ecstasy smack into the back of her pussy. "It's so big and delicious!"

She pulled her face away from his cock and let it gently flop against his muscle-rippled stomach. Then giving it a worshipful glance, she began lapping into the dark hairs, rolling the top of her tongue over his thick, oval-shaped balls.

"Oh, Stan," she moaned, feeling a buttery, oozing sensation slick up the insides of her thighs. "I want you so much," she said, dr****g her legs over his knee.

She gave another haunting groan of anguished pleasure when the bony projection brushed against her clit. She leaned forward and chewed into the loose skin of his balls, pushing the rounded sac over her cheeks.

"Mmmmmmm," she gasped, trying to keep her voice low. She gobbled his cock into her throat, trying to prevent any further cries that might awaken him.

With her mouth clamped firmly around the base of his shaft, she felt a gentle throbbing knowing that at any moment she would be rewarded with a delicious load of hot, creamy cum to suck down. Just thinking about it made another spasm of pleasure grip her cunt like a greasy fist. She cupped his furry nuts and gave them slight, milking squeezes, now able to feel the vibrations of his cum-load against her cheeks.

"Wha...?" Stan murmured, thrusting his hips upward. "Wendy, what...?"

Knowing that he might wake up any second, Wendy began sucking furiously on his prick. She couldn't, wouldn't, be denied tonight!

When Stan became fully awake and saw what was happening, he grabbed his wife's shoulders and tried to push her away. But it was too late. He felt a steaming glob of jism plow up the center of his shaft and splatter into the back of her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" he bellowed, relaxing his grip. "Wendy, goddamnit, I asked you not... to... "

Wendy was oblivious to everything except the hot, throbbing spasms that tore into her cunt, the delicious, spewing juices that soaked into the back of her throat.

She gobbled and sucked like a hungry a****l, sucking his cock wildly between her lips, savoring each scalding drop. She now stabbed her nails into the taut flesh of his thighs as more of his bubbly cum splattered across her tongue. The lumps of boiling cum seemed to bring with them more explosive burst of ecstasy in the back of her pussy. She increased her efforts, sliding one hand under his small ass, pushing him upward to meet her downward lunges.

Finally, when she had gobbled down the last of his thick, pulsating jism, she felt a raw convulsion of pleasure sear around her pussy slit. The sensation vibrated up and down her pussy slit, rippling into the base of her spine. The spasming ache at last subsided to an empty, almost airy feeling.

She pulled away from his cock and kissed his stomach, her lips still sticky with his jizz.

"Please, Stan," she begged. "Will you fuck me? God, please?"

Her husband exhaled audibly before answering, as if mentally counting from one to ten. He pushed her away and sat up, looking at the clock on the night stand.

"Jesus Christ, Wendy," he began evenly, although anger flashed in his eyes, "I thought we had an agreement." He gave her a cold stare. "You know how important this contest is to me." He then shot her a forced smile, adding, "To us."

For the first time in two years of marriage and about a month of dating, Wendy seemed to see exactly what was happening to their lives. Or rather, what hadn't happened. She returned his cold stare, feeling guilt and humiliation surround her like a damp fog.

Stan was so wrapped up in himself, in his bodybuilding, his muscle contests, his fucking protein supplements and raw egg malts, he didn't care if she were happy or miserable. Just so long as she was there to show off to friends, to photographers. She could see herself now, standing there like an idiot, holding his pumped-up bicep, grinning like a c***d who has been allowed to stay up late and pass cocktails.

"Us?" she asked softly. "No, Stan, that contest isn't important to us. To you, alone. You've never once considered us." She stood suddenly, trying to control her frustrated anger. "Just look at our house. Filled with weights, muscle magazines, trophies, photographs! A whole kitchen full of powdered protein, about a million bottles of vitamins, so goddamned much junk, it... it... it stinks!"

"Wendy," Stan began, his tone as if he were talking to a slightly backward c***d, "you know if I win that contest tomorrow, it could mean a movie contract, or a publishing contact, or... "

"And what if you don't?" she interrupted. "Does it mean you'll spend even more time away from home getting yourself pumped up like some poisoned dog for the next contest? Will we cut sex out entirely, so you can preserve your fucking energy and gain another half-inch around your thick neck?"

"You're not being reasonable, Wendy," he said quietly. "You just don't understand. If you did, you wouldn't say those things."

"Maybe I didn't, but I sure as hell do now!" she said quickly. "I understand that you can parade around looking like Hercules, like some kind of sex god, and everyone can tell me how lucky I am." She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a long, searching glance. "Let me tell you just how fucking lucky I am," she said, her voice filled more now with resignation than anger. "We've had sex a total of two times in the past month and, I want you Stan. Can't you understand that?"

"I can understand that it's late and you're upset," he said, giving her a grin that in the past would have buckled her knees. "Let's get to sleep and talk about it after the contest, okay?"

"Yeah, you go back to sleep," Wendy whispered, then turned toward the door. "I... I can't. I'm going to fix myself some cocoa."

"That's a good girl," Stan said, lying back down and closing his eyes. "We'll talk tomorrow," he murmured.

Wendy walked down the hall and suppressed the wild notion to kick one of the large cartons that barricaded her way. Probably filled with about a thousand pounds of weights, she thought, and that's all I need now-a broken foot.

She sat down on the couch in the living room and propped her feet up on the coffee table. She glanced around the room and looked at the hundreds of photographs, trophies, medals, tear sheets from magazines and newspapers. Hardly a square inch of the walls wasn't covered with Stan's nude, muscular body. In fact, everywhere she turned, there was her husband smiling back like some movie star, flexing his muscles. Some even had her standing next to him, her hand on his bicep, or around his waist, simpering into his eyes.

"That's a good girl," she said, mimicking what Stan had said.

She sat there for a long while, her senses dulled by the frustration she was feeling, the empty throb that swelled in her pussy. Finally, she stood up and went into the kitchen.

"That's a good girl," she said again, anger returning.

She reached for the chocolate in the pantry, but stopped short. Instead, she pulled out the bottle of bourbon. She unscrewed the top and took a long gulp right from the bottle, something she'd never done before, but had once seen Bette Davis do in a movie. Instantly, she regretted her action. The fluid burned down her throat like molten lava, causing her to choke and splutter, tears welling in her eyes.

When she recovered, she took another swig. This time it went down a little better, but not much. She took the bottle into the living room and plopped back down on the couch. She was now feeling giddy and lightheaded.

"I'm a good little girl," she said to the photographs that surrounded her like a silent audience. The grin on her face slowly transformed itself into a grim line of determination.

"But I'm not going to be a good little girl any longer," she said, wondering herself, exactly what she meant.

CHAPTER TWO

Closing her eyes against the jet of water from the showerhead to wash away the hangover, Wendy groaned loudly. She slowly lathered herself up and rinsed off, feeling a little better. At least now her head was pounding softly. When she turned the water off, she heard the faint ringing of the doorbell.

"Just a minute!" she called out, stepping from the tub and wrapping a large towel around herself. She padded into the living room and opened the door, wincing as the bright morning sunlight hit her like a slap in the face. When she was able to focus finally, she saw a stunningly attractive young man in his early twenties grinning at her. When her eyes met his, he flashed an apologetic smile from behind a bushy mustache, then dropped his gaze to the edge of the towel, where Wendy's tits were partially visible.

"I'm sorry," he said, his attention still on the curved mounds of her tits, "I guess I got you out of the shower... "

"That's okay," she said. "I was finished anyway." Although her head was still hurting, she somehow managed to smile. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I have some packages for," the man said, consulting a clipboard, "Mr. Stanley Holloway."

"Oh, those," Wendy said. "He's been expecting them. Just bring them inside please." She stood aside and pointed in the general direction of the sofa. "Anywhere will do," she added.

"I just hope I can," the young man said. "They weigh a ton!"

"Probably," Wendy said, knowing these were probably the new weights Stan was looking for. "Uh, do you need any help?" she asked.

"No," he chuckled. "I'll get them somehow."

A short while later, the man deposited the last of the boxes on the floor, giving a huffing groan. He sat down on the couch and shook his head.

"Man, I'm glad this is my last delivery," he said, still breathing hard. "Don't think I could lift a cigarette now." He looked around the room and whistled. "Is that your husband?" he asked.

"Yes," Wendy answered, sitting in the chair opposite him. "That's ol' Stan in all his glory."

The young man shot her a puzzled expression, not able to understand the bitter quality in her voice. He handed her the clipboard and a pen.

"If you'd just sign for the boxes," he began, "I'd better be going. That is, if I can even get up."

"Do you have to leave?" Wendy asked quickly. "I mean, uh, would you care for some coffee? Or maybe a drink?"

He looked into her almost pleading eyes and slowly nodded his head.

"Sure," he said, flashing that quick grin once more, "but I can't stay too long. I sure wouldn't want to be here when that husband of yours comes home."

"He won't be home for hours," Wendy said. She looked at his lean body, allowing her glance to drop to the bulge in his crotch. "We have plenty of time," she added, huskily, Then ran her tongue over her lips.

"Plenty of time?" the man asked, swallowing hard. The room seemed to be uncomfortably warm. He tugged at his collar and added, "Plenty of time for what?"

"Oh, just about anything," Wendy smiled. "For a drink or two, or... " She stood, letting the towel slip to the floor, treating the man to a view of her voluptuous, hungry body. "Even enough time for a nap, if you're that tired," she added. "Lifting all those... " she whispered, touching her wet pussy, saying the next word slowly, "... boxes." She took a step forward and spread her legs slightly, her moist cunt just inches from his dumbfounded expression. "Wouldn't you like to come into the bedroom and rest with me?" she asked, placing her fingertips on his shoulders.

"Yes," the man whispered softly, his eyes riveted to the silky mound of her pussy. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the tiny, glistening curls of hair, taking a quick breath. "Yes," he said again, "I sure would!" For both of them the next few moments held a dream-like quality. Wendy led him into the bedroom, her eyes burning into his, feeling her heart pound in her throat. And even though it was really happening, she still couldn't believe it. The idea of fucking around on Stan had never before even occurred to her. When the reached the bed, she shivered with an emotion she couldn't name, realizing it still wasn't too late to back out.

"I want this," she whispered, more to herself than the young man. "God, I want this so bad!"

She pushed him down on the bed and knelt between his legs, running her fingers up and down his thighs. It was so strange, she felt, to touch a man's leg that didn't actually ripple with muscle, to feel bone, skin. And although the man was of normal size, he seemed skinny compared to Stan. She looked at his crotch, then to his eyes.

"Do you want me?" she asked. "Say you want me.

"Jesus, you gotta be k**ding," the man said, pulling her robe wide, revealing her deliciously rounded tits, the firm coral-tipped nipples. "I must be fucking dreaming!" he gasped, touching the soft yielding flesh.

Wendy moved her fingers into his crotch and could actually see the mound increase in size. Compared to Stan, she thought, he certainly wasn't undersized in this department! Slowly, she unzipped his jeans and grasped the large, meaty cock that flopped out. She squeezed the shaft upward and watched the huge head glisten to full hardness.

"Will you fuck me with this big cock of yours?" she asked, lowering her face to the massive, pulsating prick. "Will you poke it in my pussy and shoot me full of your cum?"

"Christ, just let me at it!" the man gasped, his voice quivering with anticipation. He grasped her tits, trying to pull her down on his body. "I'll fuck you a new one, baby," he said.

Wendy resisted his efforts with a gentle pressure of her fingers, burying her face in his crotch at the same time. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the swollen cockhead between her lips with one hungry gulp. As her mouth sank downward to the large, jerking base, she cupped his furry balls with both hands and rolled them around on her cheeks. When flesh touched flesh, she groaned loudly, with hunger. The hairy orbs were vibrating with a cum load like a hive of angry bees.

"Oh, baby," the man said. "That feels so good!" He humped his hips upward, grinding his cock savagely between her lips. "Suck it, cocksucker," he groaned. "Suck me good!"

As Wendy ground her nose into his bushy crotch hairs, she began undressing him, running her fingers over the exposed areas of taut flesh. Then, when he was fully naked, she worked her face around, inhaling the heady aroma of his body, savoring the acrid-tasting flavor of his prick.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured softly, pulling her face up, but still holding his cock between her lips. She darted the tip of her tongue under his foreskin and could already taste the steam of his boiling cum. She gave another soft moan, gulping back down hard, her forehead slapping his stomach.

"Fuck, let me have yours too," the man groaned, now feeling her teeth gently prick the sides of his cockshaft.

Before Wendy had time to react, she felt herself pulled to one side, then rolled onto his body, her head toward the foot of the bed. As she sucked his prick into the back of her mouth, spearing the gigantic cockhead between her tonsils, she felt a burning, stabbing sensation between her cunt lips.

"Shit, what a nice pussy!" the man sighed, licking the deeply into the constricted crack. "So fucking hot and sweet!"

Wendy felt her body buck, wondering which was the better sensation. Having his warm, searching mouth clamped around her pussy, or the way her throat ached when she gulped down on his cock. She gyrated her ass, then squeezed her nose between his balls, slapping her fingers into the greasy crack of his ass.

"Oh, eat my pussy," she whispered from the corner of her mouth when she pulled back for a quick gasp of air. "Chew it up and suck it down!"

The man squeezed his hands between her thighs and spread the delicate folds of skin that surrounded the tight entrance of her cunt. As the pink, cream-coated slit was exposed, he lapped fully inside, brushing his chin over her rubbery, throbbing clit. He felt her jerk upward, then moan around his cock.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he whispered, feeling her cunt juice burn into his mouth like acid.

"You like a good tongue-fucking, huh?"

Wendy thought she would go absolutely crazy with pleasure. He was now gently scr****g his teeth up and down her clit, pursing his lips tightly at the throbbing base. Then, as the agonized ecstasy grew dramatically, she froze for a second, feeling as if her muscles would explode. A rippling, then bursting sensation drilled up and down her cunt, gripping the walls of her pussy. As the release surged through her body like gentle electric shocks, she began bouncing her head up and down, sucking on his prick with all her might.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" the man gurgled, his lips and nose now glistening with the creamy, succulent juices which oozed from her cunthole. "That's right, baby! Lick my cock all the way in and eat my cum!"

Passion swept through Wendy's body in the next few seconds that she hadn't thought possible. With each lunge of his hot, searching tongue, she felt a new tingle of ecstasy sear into her churning cunt. Delicate spasms squeezed the back of her pussy, near the base of her spine, then rippled outward, burning from the steamy entrance of her slit. She gulped his cock fully into her throat, then screamed a muffled cry of tortured release. Her pussy lips clamped around his tongue like a vise, her insides forming a vacuum.

"Yes! God, yes!" she choked, releasing his prick for a moment as her orgasm peaked violently. When the sensation became so intense it bordered pain, she sucked him back in so hard she thought her neck would snap.

"Goddamn," the man grunted, inching his tongue out of her pussy, feeling the back of his mouth throb with hunger. "You need something inside your cunt besides my tongue."

He had planned on rolling her over and punching his cock into her cunt, but it was too late. Already he could feel the bubbly masses of cum swell into the base of his cock, pulsating upward. He gave one, final attempt at holding back by flexing the muscles at the base of his prick, but it was useless.

"Now, you cum-sucking cocksucker!" he groaned. "I'm blowing my load!"

Wendy almost choked on the huge explosion of jizz that blasted the back of her throat. She had expected a lot of cum from such a young, healthy man, but not this much! She gulped as quickly as possible, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Swirling wads shot upward, behind her nose, and steamed from her nostrils. Other creamy globs squeezed into her cheeks, washed between her teeth, rolled under her tongue. As he punched in more of his load, her mouth was filled to overflowing, sending twin streams of silvery cum from the corners of her lips, wetting up his balls.

"Unhhhhh!" she gurgled, closing her eyes as another convulsion of raw pleasure constricted her pussy.

"Eat me, whore," the man whined, again scr****g his teeth up and down Wendy's fluttering clit. Her cunt was now working around his tongue just like her mouth was around his prick, clamping and releasing with each throb of her orgasm. "Mmmmmmm, yes," he whispered, feeling more of his jism splatter into her throat and slosh around his plunging cock. "Lick it all out, you cunt, and chew it down!"

Wendy gobbled furiously on his massive load, shivering as the greasy gobs of cum completely filled her throat with warmth. Finally, she sucked out the last jerking throb of milky jizz, then relaxed. Her mouth slipped noisily from his spent cock, brushing over his cum-coated balls.

"Delicious!" she whimpered, lapping her tongue over his nuts, gathering up all the stray wads of cum. "I just wish I had gallons of this stuff to eat!"

While he lay there gasping into her pussy, she cleaned his crotch entirely, leaving the hair and flesh shimmering with her spit. She then took his rock-hard cock and squeezed at the base with both hands. She lifted upward and was rewarded with a final, molten glob of cum that oozed from his cumhole.

"I want all of it!" she murmured, watching the jism wash over his cockhead and into the rubbery foreskin. She licked around the tip of his prick, capturing the cream on her tongue and held her head back, letting the force of gravity pull it into her stomach. "Mmmmmmmm," she smacked as she licked her lips, "I could suck you like this all day!"

"You just might get your wish," the man said, grinning. "Right after I fuck this little pussy of yours."

He gently pushed her off and knelt beside her, his hands on her smooth, flat stomach. His touch was tender, loving, sending chills of renewed desire into Wendy's body.

"You really want me?" she asked, a begging expression in her eyes.

"I can't believe you'd even ask that," the man laughed. "A guy would have to be a fucking eunuch not to want you." He bent down and kissed her on the mouth, slipping his fingers up between her tits. "Your old man is crazy to leave this house. If I had a lady like you... shit, I guess I'd fuck myself to death!"

"I'd forgotten what it's like to be wanted," Wendy murmured. "It's nice."

"Well, I like to be wanted too," the man teased. "You want my cock, baby?" He kissed her more passionately, driving his tongue savagely between her teeth. "Hmmmmmmmm? You want my big cock pounding in your cunt?"

"Yes!" Wendy screamed, feeling her pussy constrict with raw passion. "I want you to fuck me! God, do I want you to fuck me!"

"Damn, you're a cock-hungry bitch, aren't you?" the man said. "Just the way I like 'em, too!"

Wendy placed her hands behind his head and crushed his face down to her tits. She then gave a loud grunt of ecstasy when she felt his swirling tongue lap over the soft mounds, sending ripples of pleasure into every cell of her body.

"Fuck me!" she wailed, her cunt now growing buttery with anticipation. "Shove your cock in me. I want your cock! Oh, God, just fuck me!"

The man pushed her onto her back and squirmed between her thighs, kicking them apart with his knees. As he sucked more of her tit inside his mouth, he inched the end of his prick forward, touching her smoldering cunt.

"Want it this way, baby, or doggy-style?" he asked. "I'll fuck you until you bark either way."

Wendy hadn't the vaguest idea what he was talking about. She and Stan had done only the most conventional things in bed. In fact, when she blew him, he thought it was a big deal.

"Doggy-style?" she asked, "Uh... sure."

"Great," he said. "I like it best that way. Goes all the fucking way!"

When he flipped her onto her stomach and again squirmed between her legs, Wendy felt her heart stop. Was he going to shove it in her ass? Surely not! In a way, however, the idea didn't repel her. To get his cock was all she wanted now. Even there!

"I really like it like this, sweetheart," the man grunted, nuzzling the tip of his cock between her thighs. "Right up your little pussy... like this!"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Wendy cried out, feeling about two inches of his monstrous cock slam into her burning cunt. His prick stretched her pussy painfully, but it was worth it. Again, she gave a throaty moan when more of his cock slipped inside.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking tight!" the man groaned, feeling her cunt grip his prick like a sucking mouth. "You ready for all of it?"

"Mmmmm-hmmm!" Wendy cried out, her tongue almost desperate. "Tear me to pieces, you big-cocked bastard!"

The man jerked forward with all his might, forcing in the rest of his thick, pulsating cock. As it thrust noisily into her pussy, the speed of his movement caused his balls to slap into the crack of her ass. He withdrew almost immediately and plunged back in, this time grinding his ass around as he humped forward.

"Ohhhhhh!" Wendy cried out again, savoring the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that riddled her body. "You're so big and hard! Oh, God, just fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! I want your hot cum inside me!"

As the base of his cock pierced the puckered rim of her pussy, she reached under her body and clutched his balls, milking and kneading them. The touch was almost electric, sending shivers up and down her arms. She opened her mouth to cry out, but her lungs became paralyzed as a thundering wave of pure, raw release jammed into her cunt. The sensation had barely peaked, when another quick, stabbing spasm jolted around his hammering prick.

The man slipped his hands up her back, then reached under, cupping and squeezing her tits. Her taut, throbbing nipples felt almost like twin clits, burning against his fingers. He leaned forward and slipped his head between her arm and side, opening his mouth wide, baring his teeth. He gently nudged her right tit toward his lips and bit down on the tiny, rubbery projection. As it crawled across the roof of his mouth, he locked his mouth firmly around the silky mounds.

"Baby, baby," he gurgled, chewing more hungrily on her tit as he fucked her harder. "Oh, fucking baby, you're so sweet and hot."

Wendy screamed out silently at first then another crashing spasm of orgasm tore into her guts, but soon her yell turned into a shrieking moan. She flinched wildly for a couple of seconds, then began bucking and writhing like a tortured a****l.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she began chanting, her voice muffled against the sheets. "Oh, God, fuck me forever with this big, hard cock! Pound it right up to my brains, you goddamned stud!"

The man pulled his mouth away from her tit and sat back on his haunches. He stopped all movement for a moment, then dug his fingers into the delicate flesh of her hips. Holding her firmly, he began punching into her climaxing pussy with brutal, savage stabs. Each lunge seemed to come quicker and harder than the one before, until his ass was a fleshy blur.

"Take it, you slut!" he grunted. "Shit, take it all!" He kicked her legs further apart and fucked inside her with increased fury. "I'm gonna blow your little cunt to kingdom come any second!"

Wendy held her breath, waiting for the delicious assault to culminate in a shower of buttery juice. The mere idea of once again having a thick, meaty prick gouging into her cunt sent her passions building again. This time the sensations came so quick, they neared the level of pain. Then, as her puckered pussy tightened, she felt his cock throb with life. Any second now, she thought. Any second...

"I... I can't hold back much... longer!" The man winced, feeling the boiling masses of cum explode inside his balls, working their way into the root of his thrusting prick. "Baby, I fucking wish I could do this forever, but... I... I... "

His voice trailed off to a growling whisper when he felt his cockhead burst with the first of his release.

"Oh, yeah!" he grunted, freezing for a second, then plowing into her pussy with every ounce of strength he could muster. "Take it now, whore! God, fuck my cock dry!"

Wendy had never before felt anything quite so wonderful, so creamy and hot in her life. Each time a splattering glob of cum spewed into her pussy, another ripple of climax stormed up and down her cunt. She began pumping her ass backward to meet his hard thrusts, soon feeling his balls slap upward, into her patch of crotch hair.

"Fuck me," she murmured, at last feeling her pleasure subside slightly. "Oh, fuck me full, you sweet bastard!"

While he continued emptying the bulk of his load into her cunt, she felt a thick, oozing sensation between her thighs. She looked under her body and saw twin streams of milky jizz roll from her opening, slicking up the insides of her thighs.

"All of it," she said, reaching for the silvery cum. She smeared it back into her pussy and over his balls, gluing their bodies together. "Give me every drop of it!"

Finally, the man jammed his full weight forward, squirting in the last of his cum. He then fell forward, gasping against the back of her neck, crushing her beneath his hulking frame.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking across her shoulders. "You've got the hottest little pussy I've ever fucked in my life!"

For several moments Wendy was too exhausted, too satisfied even to comment. She simply lay there under his weight, thoroughly enjoying the spasming sensations as her pussy still sucked and pulled on his cock.

A short while later, when the man felt Wendy's body shake slightly, he began humping again, driving his prick fully in and out of her pussyhole. He stopped suddenly when he heard a sob.

"Are you crying?" he asked, turning slightly to his side to see her face.

"Yes," Wendy answered simply. "I'm crying."

"Wow," the man said, "I know I'm not the best in the world, but I didn't think I was that bad!"

"No!" Wendy said quickly. "It's just that I'm so happy. And this was the best. I didn't know it could be like this. I... I felt, well, needed."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I wish it didn't have to end," she said. "You'll go and I'll... "

"Who says I'm leaving just yet," the man interrupted. "As a matter-of-fact," he added, kissing her on the mouth and hugging her tightly, "You'll have to kick my ass out. I'm certainly not leaving voluntarily."

"That's wonderful!" Wendy whispered, bursting into a grin. "Then... we can do it some more?" she asked, sounding almost like a little girl who'd been told she could go to the circus.

"We can do it as long as I can hold out and keep it up," the man said.

"Oh, thank you," Wendy said excitedly, then flushed. "You know, I don't even know your name!"

"It's Mike Moore," the man said. "And you're Mrs. Stanley Holloway. See, I remembered."

"No, I'm not Mrs. Stanley Holloway," she said, "I am Wendy Holloway. Mrs. Stanley Holloway is no longer with us."

"Did I just witness some sort of liberation?" the young man laughed.

"You might say that," Wendy smiled. "Now fuck me," she added, determination in her voice. "I want you to fuck me so hard."

"Baby, you don't have to ask me twice," Mike said, molding his body around hers.

At first Wendy thought, as the man punched his cock in and out of her pussy, This is for you, Stan. This is for you, you bastard. Suddenly, her anger left her.

"This is for me," she whispered softly. "Yes, this is for me!"

CHAPTER THREE

About an hour after Mike had left, leaving her happy and satisfied for the first time since she could remember, Wendy moved about the kitchen, trying to concentrate on supper. Not quite succeeding, she somehow managed to mix up a bowl of gelatin and place it in the oven. The casserole she had haphazardly thrown together, and which was supposed to be baking, was now resting in the refrigerator.

She turned her attention to the salad, but was fortunately interrupted by a knock on the back door. She turned, her eyes still glazed with the aftermath of torrid lovemaking, and saw Marie, her next-door neighbor and best friend.

"Come on in!" she called out. "It's open!"

"Hi, girl," Marie said. "Have you heard from Stan? Did he win?"

"Stan?" Wendy asked, pronouncing her husband's name as if it were a foreign word.

"Yes, Stan," Marie said, sitting down at the table. "That gorgeous hunk of husband of yours." She gave Wendy a puzzled glance. "Well? How'd he do?"

"Do?" Wendy repeated dreamily. "Oh, Stan," she said, coming back to reality. "Oh, Stan," she repeated. "I don't know. He hasn't called yet."

"Well, don't you worry, honey," Marie said. "I know he's going to win." She closed her eyes and smiled. "With all those gorgeous muscles, he's just got to!"

"Oh, I'm not worried," Wendy said softly, chopping up a banana and throwing it into the salad bowl, peel and all.

Marie looked at her friend carefully, then sniffed the air.

"Well, someone around her ought to get worried," she said, getting out of her chair and going over to the oven. "If I'm not mistaken, I smell burning Jello. And you just chopped up some delicious-looking banana peel in that salad." She retrieved the bubbling gelatin from the oven and placed the dish on the table. "Have you gone completely nutty?" she asked.

"Oh, I've had the most wonderful afternoon," Wendy said softly. "You just wouldn't believe it."

"Well, don't tell me you were playing hanky-panky with that delivery man," Marie said. Then she frowned and added, "You know, his truck was parked out there for a long time. I wonder... "

"Yes," Wendy said, "and he was parked right between my legs all afternoon."

A slap in the face couldn't have caused a more stunned reaction from her friend. Her jaw slacked open rather foolishly.

"He... ? You... ? What!" she spluttered. "Don't tell me you... "

"I just have to tell someone!" Wendy interrupted. "He was wonderful! God, just wonderful! I didn't know it could be so delicious."

Finally Marie was able to absorb what Wendy had said. She gave a look of disbelief and shook her head.

"You've got to be k**ding!" she said. "I mean, my God, you have the best-looking stud in the world to play doctor with. I mean, Stan is perfect! And here you chance throwing all that away for a little roll in the hay with some guy who doesn't even compare! I admit, he was kinda cute, in spite of that silly mustache, but Wendy, are you completely crazy?" She walked over and grabbed Wendy's shoulders. "Stan is... Stan is... "

"Stan is about as exciting in bed as a leaky hot water bottle," Wendy said.

"You're a goddamned liar, Wendy Holloway," Marie said. "That's a big, fat... "

"Nope," Wendy interrupted. "He spends every waking moment pumping up his muscles so hard that when he does get to bed, all he does is sleep."

"You mean he likes... "

"Boys?" Wendy asked. "No," she said, shaking her head. "But even that would be something. At least he wouldn't be so stuck on himself all the time."

"I thought... well, I never heard you complain before," Marie said weakly. "I just assumed you and Stan were the perfect couple."

"Yeah, I know," Wendy said. "Everyone, including me, thought that Stan was the best thing since turkey loaf. So goddamned sexy and muscular, and... " Her voice trailed off as she lost some of her steam. "But the sad thing is, I still love the son of a bitch," she added quietly.

"I still don't believe it," Marie said, sitting down in the chair with a plop. She looked up at Wendy. "Well, what are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll wait until he outgrows this thing, or... hell, I don't know," she replied.

"And in the meantime?" Marie asked.

"I'm going to get what's been coming to me for the past two years," Wendy answered. "I'm going to fuck anybody and everybody I want to. If I'm not getting it at home, I have every right to get it elsewhere. Ann Landers said that and it's true."

"Well, I kinda doubt that, but it may be true all right," Marie said. "Just goes to show," she added, "how you don't know your best friends even."

"I'm going to do it!" Wendy said, as if her friend had somehow disagreed with her.

"Hey, hey," Marie said holding her palms up. "You don't have to convince me. I've always believed that."

The ringing of the telephone halted further conversation. Wendy reached over and answered it.

"Congratulations," she said, smiling. "It's Stan," she told Marie, holding her hand over the receiver. "He won." She listened for a short while longer, nodded her head a couple of times, then hung up.

"Well?" Marie asked.

"He's staying over at the hotel," Wendy said slowly. "Some publicity shots and some kind of meeting with a magazine editor and... hey, that gives me an idea!"

"What's that?" Marie asked, giving Wendy a thoughtful glance.

"I'm going to see if my delivery man is busy tonight," she said, picking up the telephone. "And if he's not, I'm going to...

"Would you mind sharing your good fortune?" Marie asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"You mean, you want to make it a threesome?"

Wendy asked. The idea excited her very much.

"If he... uh, if you don't mind," she said, winking.

As it turned out, the delivery man wouldn't mind at all.

* * *

"Mike," Wendy said, introducing the delivery man to her best friend, "this is Marie."

"Hello," Marie said, giving the young man a smile. "Wendy has told me so much about you."

"All good, I hope," Mike said, squeezing her hand, then directing his attention to Wendy. "How are you doing?" he asked.

Wendy's knees almost buckled just hearing his voice. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and pulled him toward the couch. After they sat down, she snuggled next to him and placed her hand on his stomach.

"I wanted to thank you for this afternoon," she said softly. "And I have all night to do it."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure," Mike said, brushing his mouth over hers.

"Is this a private party, or can anyone play?" Marie asked.

Mike looked up at the saucy brunette, his gaze taking in the chocolate-brown eyes, the black lashes, the full, firm tits, the rounded hips and long legs. He raised his hand and pulled her down beside him.

"You can play," he said, trying to sound casual, although it was obvious from his shaky voice he was excited. He looked from one woman to the other, wondering how it was his good fortune to be in the presence of two such beautiful women. "Let's all play," he added, putting his arm around her, holding her close.

The room was suddenly charged with sexual electricity. Both Wendy and Marie pulled on his clothes, kissing him with growing urgency, until he sat there totally naked. After running their hands over his nude body, they undressed themselves.

Mike felt like a k** in a candy store as he kissed one women, then the other. Both looked so delicious, so hot and ready to fuck, he really didn't know where to begin. Before he could choose, however, Wendy pushed him onto his back and crawled between his legs. Marie sat on the floor next to his middle and lowered her face to his crotch.

"You're right," she whispered to Wendy, "he does have a great big, beautiful cock," she licked up the side of his cockshaft, savoring the heady aroma of his body. "Oh, yes," she gasped, digging her nails into the taut flesh of his thighs, "and he tastes delicious!"

Wendy sat back and watched her friend begin sucking up and down the monstrous slab of cock, her own excitement growing with each passing second. Then, when Marie slipped her mouth off and lapped around his hairy, cum-filled balls, she opened her mouth wide and sank her lips over the pulsating cockhead. Her touch caused it to jerk slightly, smacking against her teeth. She inched further downward until the tip of her nose brushed into the wiry hairs and felt Marie's cheek against her own.

"Damn, that's nice," Mike said, looking between his legs, feeling both his cock and balls engulfed in a wet, sucking warmth. "I've... I've never had it like this before. A fucking two-mouth blow-job!"

The women washed him thoroughly, then traded places. Marie took his prick in her throat, while Wendy chewed both balls. Within a matter of seconds, they could feel him grow tenser, hear his breathing become labored.

"You like this?" Wendy whispered, looking through he brush of cock hair at his pained expression. "Hmmmmmm?"

"Fuck, yes!" Mike growled, bending his knees and thrusting his hips upward. "Suck me all over, you cock-lickers!"

As Wendy went back to her sucking, a strange sensation came over her. Not only was she totally aware of the man's sensual masculinity, she became involved with what Marie was doing. Suddenly, she reached out and cupped her friend's tits, not even considering the consequences.

"What are you doing?" Marie asked, spitting Mike's balls out of her mouth. She sat up fully, lifting her chest.

"I wanted to touch you," Wendy said, embarrassed.

"Touch me with your mouth," Marie said, leaning forward jutting her tit in Wendy's face. "Then I'll touch you."

At first Wendy was horrified, but felt her face drawn to the twin, milky-white mounds of flesh. She parted her lips and circled the tiny, pink nipples. The moment she made contact, she felt a jolt of raw pleasure ripple through her cunt. She jerked her head back as if bitten by a snake.

"Now yours," Marie said, nuzzling her face between Wendy's tits. She held both tits and squeezed the nipples together, then bit them both. "Mmmm, almost as good as cock," she murmured.

Wendy couldn't believe what was happening.' For a moment she had entirely forgotten all about Mike, about Stan, about everything! Nothing in the world seemed to exist but Marie. Again she eyed her friend's upturned tits, feeling a dull ache in the back of her throat. What was wrong with her? She wanted to suck them! And more, she wanted to... to...

She didn't even dare to think it.

Marie stood suddenly, as if reading her friend's mind. She gyrated her hips and took a step forward, inching her cunt closer to Wendy's face.

Looking at Marie's pussy, Wendy for the first time realized just how beautiful a woman is. Then, as if in a dream, she raised her hands and placed them on the tops of Marie's thighs. She slipped her thumbs into the loose folds of skin around her steamy, slicked-up cunt and pulled them back. When the frothy, pink tunnel was revealed, she kissed forward, touching her churning pussy with the tip of her tongue.

Mike watched with growing interest as Wendy's mouth became more insistent, her moans of pleasure louder. He sat up and rubbed his hands over both sets of tits and kissed the back of Wendy's neck.

"Let me eat some pussy too," he whispered, kissing across Wendy's cheek. He darted his tongue beside hers and lapped out some of the perfumed cunt juice.

Wendy didn't know what happened, but whatever it was, made the room spin. The combination of soft flesh and taut muscles was just too much. Her insides exploded suddenly, filling her with sensations she hadn't thought possible.

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out, throwing her head back. As she closed her eyes, she felt Mike's mouth on hers, dipping his cunt-flavored tongue between her teeth. The spasm inside her pussy caused her to buck violently. Again she gave a muffled scream of pure ecstasy, clutching at their bodies like a drowning person.

"Wow, she's a firecracker, isn't she," Mike said, pulling away.

Wendy was so embarrassed after her climax subsided, she couldn't even look into her friend's eyes. What had she done? What was she even doing here? Fucking around on Stan was bad enough, but to lick out her friend's pussy!

"Let me have yours now, baby," Marie said, pushing her down on the couch. "Get next to his big cock and I'll eat you both. Just what I like most. Hot pussy and big cock at the same time."

Wendy was suddenly crushed in Mike's arms, feeling his mouth on hers. Below, she felt Marie's tongue sear between her thighs, then stab inside her swollen cunthole. Another orgasm exploded inside her pussy, this time bursting around her slit with absolutely no warning. She writhed as if on fire, feeling the sensation build savagely, squeezing her cunt like a fist. Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air.

"Ohhhhh, that was good!" she spluttered. "don't stop! Lick my pussy some more!"

"Mmmmmm, I have every intention of doing just that," Marie whispered, now fingering the tiny hole. She gouged her tongue inside, then slipped her mouth over to Mike's crotch, sucking his prick into her throat.

Wendy looked down at Marie and gasped. Her friend was now going back and forth, working her mouth over both crotches with growing speed, dragging her tits across their legs. Her gaze finally rested on Mike's thick cock.

"Let me suck him too," she whispered. "I want some of that!"

"Go ahead, baby," Mike urged, pushing down on her shoulders. "I love this. Both of you suck me."

"No sir," Marie said playfully, looking up at him. "You're not just going to lie there and have all the fun. You suck him, Wendy, and I'll make him earn his keep. My little pussy could handle a hot mouth right now.

Mike pulled her over his body and nestled her knees in his armpits. Then, as her pussy came nearer his face, he grabbed her ass and lunged forward with his face. He punched his tongue deeply inside her pussyhole, then curled the tip of it upward, drawing it over the slick, pulsating cunt muscles.

"Yes, mmmmmm, yes," he gurgled, feeling her juices ooze down the back of his throat. "Sweet fucking pussy!"

Marie leaned forward, almost rolling herself into a ball, and wrapped his head in her dangling tits. As her nipples vibrated against his earlobes, she felt his tongue become more demanding, now fucking in and out like a small, flexible cock. She gave a low, throaty groan. She was nearing orgasm, jabbing her hips forward.

"Eat me, you prick!" she cried out. "Fuck my cunt! Eat me!"

Wendy watched Marie's ass bob up and down for several seconds, then gobbled Mike's hard cock back into her mouth. Still looking upward, she began a hungry suck-job, wondering if it was possible to enjoy anything so much. She was filled with delicious urgency, working the cockshaft between her lips as quickly as possible.

"Oh, that's good!" Mike gasped. "Suck me baby! Suck my cock while I eat out this little cunthole!"

Wendy gave him her best, chewing, nibbling, licking for all she was worth. A few seconds later she felt the base of his cock throb with life, stretching her mouth wide. She placed both hands on his balls and squeezed them as she lifted them to her cheeks. His prick was vibrating wildly, his cock hair tickling her skin like butterfly wings.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned, now tasting the steam from his orgasm. The back of her throat began aching desperately, creating a vacuum. She gave another muffled cry, suddenly, feeling his cockhead balloon wildly.

"Now, whore!" Mike grunted, chewing over Marie's clit. "Suck my cum... now!"

When the first, scalding glob of jizz shot into the back of Wendy's throat, she thought the top of her head would blow off. The juice was like liquid lightning, sending jolts of raw pleasure into every cell of her body. She sucked greedily, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Greasy cum shot from her nostrils and from the corners of her mouth. And even when the inside of her mouth was bubbling full, he was shooting in more!

"Aaaaghhh!" she choked, her own climax thundering brutally through her cunt, exploding around her puckered hole. Her head jerked to one side, flopping his spurting cock across her cheek. As the last of his jism blasted from his cum-hole, wetting her hair and forming a pool of milky fluid in his hairs. "Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, sucking it back inside, swallowing it with a eager gasp of ecstasy.

While she was busy cleaning him up, Marie was bucking and jerking against his face, sucking his tongue fully inside her pussy, feeling her climax ready to pop. When it did, she fell forward and began slamming her ass up and down, screaming, tearing at his hair with her fingers.

"Eat me, you bastard!" she shrieked, her face contorted with anguished release. "Goddamn you, eat my pussy!"

For several moments they seemed to share the same orgasm, thrusting it back and forth between them, feeling it glow, subside, only to explode once more. Finally, when the pangs subsided to delicate throbs, they lay in a heap, their bodies heaving with exhaustion.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck," Mike whispered at last. "That was almost too fucking good!"

"Mmmm-hmmm!" Marie said softly, pulling away. She lowered herself to the floor and leaned her head down on his thighs, watching Wendy clean the last of his cum up with her tongue. "Can I have some of that stuff?" she asked.

Wendy scooped up the last of the creamy jizz and held it on the top of her tongue. She then leaned forward and crushed her mouth against her friend's. They spewed the liquid back and forth, then shared it, drinking it down with noisy gurgles.

"Now, that's the way to drink cum," Marie murmured, looking at Wendy with a passionate expression. She kissed the girl again, cupping her upturned tits. "There are other ways to do it, however," she said.

"Hmmmmmm? How?" Wendy murmured, lost in her own thoughts.

"Eating it out of a pussy," Marie said. "Think you could handle that?"

"I think I can handle anything now," Wendy said honestly. "Anything at all."

"Who wants it?" Mike asked, a gleam in his eye. "That is, who wants it first?"

CHAPTER FOUR

"Miss me, baby?" Stan asked, throwing the door open. Before Wendy had time to comment, he added, "We're in clover, sweetheart. You won't believe what has happened to me in the past twenty-four hours!"

Wendy raised her arms to hug him, but he brushed past her when he saw the packages on the floor. He examined the labels carefully and nodded his head excitedly. He then began tugging at the bands and removed a few of the weights.

"Everything has gone right for me," he said. "Sit down. Let me tell you all about it." He pushed her to the couch and began pacing the floor. He turned suddenly and planted his feet wide apart, flexing his right bicep. "Just guess what has been going on?" he asked.

"I'm all ears," she said, trying not to look at his body. He was wearing a V-shaped tank top, the style that swept low under the arms. "Congratulations, by the way, on winning the contest. I still wish you had let me come."

"Oh, you know it makes me nervous," he said. "And anyway," he said, going on, "it was really a tough fight. That k** who was runner-up for Mr. Teenage America last year was there. Qualifying in the big league. Or so he thought." He lifted both arms and gave her a dramatic pose, throwing his chest out, flexing his biceps, sucking his stomach in. "Old Stan showed him what for," he grinned.

"I can believe that," Wendy said, feeling her pussy stir. God, he looked good! "You have a beautiful body, Stan," she said.

"Well, first," he began, accustomed to such remarks, "after winning the contest, the girls were all over me." He paused, measuring her reaction. There was none. Undaunted, he went on. "Don't want to make you jealous, but I guess it's just natural for the chicks to go after... well, you know what I mean. But anyway, don't worry, not one of them even got to first base with me."

"I can believe that, too," she said flatly.

"Huh?" Stan said. Then he grinned. "You're jealous. I can tell!"

"Believe me, Stan, I... "

"And then," he said, interrupting her, "this guy from a magazine asked me to do three articles for him. Believe it? Three! At seven hundred dollars a shot, too." He sat down suddenly, deep in thought. "I think I'll do one on trace minerals. You know, like zinc and... "

"I hope it wins a Pulitzer," Wendy said, yawning.

"And one on supersets for the biceps," he continued, not hearing, "and maybe one on poses or maybe a thing on bulking up. What do you think?"

"Why don't you do an article on exercising the cock?" she asked softly, wondering where she ever got the courage to say such a thing.

"Huh?" Stan said, not comprehending her meaning. "That's not a muscle. You know that."

"I guess not. Muscles get hard," she said.

"Oh, that," he said, sighing. "Look, I thought we went over that already." He looked over at the packages suddenly, his face lighting up. "Yeah, this is it," he said. "A new curling bar. I've been waiting for this."

She watched him tear at the boxes like a c***d at Christmas, feeling envious. She certainly wished she could get as excited about something. Anything.

"And just think," he said, his eyes going over the chrome-plated bar as if it were a naked woman, "seven hundred dollars per article. You know what that'll buy?"

"About a ton of wheat germ, I suspect," she said.

"But the best is yet to come," he said quickly. "Ever heard of Ez-Away oven cleaner?"

"Huh?" Wendy said, thinking he'd really snapped.

"I'm going to do a TV commercial for them," he said, now almost jumping up and down. "This Mr. Brewster wants me to come for a screen test tomorrow. And, baby, this is only the beginning. Who knows? Maybe Hollywood next." He looked at his wife's perplexed expression. "After all, Steve Reeves made it, didn't he?"

"By advertising oven cleaner?"

"No, dummy," Stan said, talking to her as if she were a slightly backward c***d, "with muscles." He again held up both arms and flexed his biceps. "With these!" he grunted.

"That's great, Stan," Wendy said, forcing a smile. Knowing the answer, she asked anyway, "Does this mean we can have more time together now?"

Stan exhaled loudly and looked away, his eye catching the mirror that hung over his trophy case. He studied the angular line of his jaw before answering.

"Sorry, honey," he said, his gaze now on the hard contours of his body, "but I have to work-out harder than ever now. Gotta keep the body in shape. It's our bread and butter." He looked at her, then dropped his eyes. "I'm going to Canada for the Mr. Milky Way Contest. On Thursday. Next Thursday."

The first thing Wendy thought about was candy bars, and giggled. Candy bars and oven cleaner. Then the idea of going to Canada with Stan was uppermost in her mind. At least she would have him at night.

"Where in Canada are we going?" she asked, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Gosh, I don't know if I have any clothes... "

"Well, it's just me," Stan said slowly. "And anyway, you wouldn't like it. It's only for two days. And what with interviews and work-outs, you wouldn't see me at all hardly." He sat beside her and took her hands in his. "You understand, don't you?"

Immediate anger made Wendy flinch. She pulled her hands away and stood up, trying hard not to say the first thing that came into her head.

You egocentric pig, she thought! You motherfucking bastard! If you'd perform in bed just one tenth as much as you perform in front of all those muscle fans, I'd be the happiest woman in the world!

"No, Stan," she said evenly, closing her eyes. "Quite frankly, I don't understand. Why can't I go with you?"

"I just told you," he said patiently, although a slight irritation had made his voice rise. "You wouldn't even see me."

"What the fuck makes you think I'd want to see you anyway?" she snapped, giving way to her fury. "You big, goddamned jerk! For your information, I might like to see Canada. As it is, nowadays I only see the inside of some fucking health food store, or the car taking you to the gym, or the kitchen, making you those stinking desiccated liver milkshakes." He tried to interrupt, but she went on, her voice growing more brittle with each word. "Look, asshole," she said, "I am trying my damnedest to love you, but you're making it so hard I feel like screaming!"

"You are screaming," he said.

"You're goddamned right I am!" she shrieked. "And I'm not finished either. Not by a fucking long shot!" She placed her hands on her hips, a flush of pure rage mottling her face. "You can think of one thing and one thing only, Stan Holloway. Mr. Fucking America. Mr. Goddamned Muscle." She took a quick breath. "I'm a person, too!" she shouted. "You're getting what you want, why can't I? You have the equipment, for God's sake!"

"Equipment?" he asked, looking at the weights s**ttered about the room, a stupid expression on his face. "What are you...?"

"Your cock, you dim-witted bull!" she spat out.

Stan shook his head and leaned back, unable to believe this was happening. That nice little girl who was so understanding had turned into a shrew overnight. Must be on the rag, he thought. Boy, women were hard to figure sometimes.

"You know, you should have your mouth washed out," he said. "You talk like a truck driver."

"And you should be drowned in sheep dip," she said. She lifted her hand to quell a further objection. "And if I want to talk like a fucking truck driver, I will! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Jesus, what do you want from me?" he asked, his anger rising. "You want me on some cross, bleeding just for you? I mean, I've got my life to live. Can't you understand that?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Wendy said, shaking her head, exhausted from her outburst. "I understand. I understand you want... " She stopped suddenly, realizing she didn't understand at all. "What do you want?" she asked in a normal voice.

"I want to do that commercial," he said after a few seconds, "and I want... "

"No," Wendy interrupted, "I mean, what do you want for us? For you and me."

"Why, I want us to be happy," he said quickly.

Then after a slight pause, he continued, "I want to be rich, to be a movie star, to have the best body in America, to own my own gym, to... "

"And me?"

"You'll be right there with me, baby," he said. "Right there. In all the pictures they take, the wife of a movie star, sitting by the pool... "

"My God, I think I do understand," she said softly, plopping down in a chair.

"That's good, baby," Stan said, looking at his watch. "I have to take a shower. Oh, by the way, there's a k** coming over from the high school who wants to interview me. Local boy makes good kind of thing." He walked over and kissed her on the forehead, giving her a careful look. "I just knew you'd understand, baby," he said.

"Stop calling me baby, please," she said. "I'm not a fucking baby. I'm a grown woman."

"Sure, baby," he said, walking out of the room, again catching his reflection as he walked past the mirror. "Anything you say."

"Jesus," Wendy said softly, trying to fight the tears. She looked toward the bathroom. "I've tried, Stan," she said to herself. "God knows I've t