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Dirk left his spurting cock buried in Faith to the hilt till the spasms subsided and his balls loosened and hung limp once more. The young wife's moans had diminished to afterglow whimperings when he slowly pulled his limp and glistening organ from her vagina and stood beside the chaise. Boyd was hobbling around in a circle, groaning and still holding his pain-racked nuts.
"You shouldn't have been so hard on him, baby," he admonished Lucia. She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming as she watched the bent-over young husband doing his dance of pain. Dirk went to her and kissed her lips. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Control yourself. Later, honey. When we get the party set up... then you can have all the fun with him you want. But not now. Be careful, or you'll scare them off."
"Her too," Lucia breathed excitedly. "I've got luscious plans for Faith too."
"Tell me about it later. Let's calm them down right now or we may blow the whole bit. I'll take care of Boyd. You go sit with Faith and keep her from having an attack of conscience."
Lucia nodded and went to the chaise. She sat down beside Faith and smiled sweetly down into her eyes. Palming a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Faith's forehead and gently patting her abdomen at the same time, she asked, "Having a good time, little one?"
"Oh, God! I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Lucia. I didn't mean to... I mean... Oh! Oh, I don't know how to say it."
"Hush, baby, hush. You don't have to say anything. And for God's sake don't apologize. I'm glad you and Dirk made it so deliciously together."
"You're not jealous? You don't hate me?"
Lucia bent and planted a motherly kiss on her forehead. "Do I act like I'm jealous? Hell no. I liked it. It gave me a thrill to see you and Dirk balling. He's great, isn't he? Listen, baby, I'll loan him to you any time you want."
"Oh, Lucia! Oh no, I couldn't! I just couldn't let it happen again."
"Why not? It was good, wasn't it?"
"Christ, yes! I can't deny that. Dirk is really all man. He brought out nerves in me that I didn't know I had. Ohhh!"
"So? Where's the problem? Dirk goes for you just as much as you go for him."
"It's wrong, Lucia. So wicked!"
"Bull shit. Anything that turns you on and doesn't hurt anyone else is not wicked."
At the mention of "anyone else" Faith's head jerked up and her eyes opened wide, looking around for her husband. She spotted him out by the pool. He was glaring angrily at Dirk and looked as if he might hit him at any minute. "Boyd," she said softly. "It hurt, Boyd."
"It didn't hurt him as much as you think. It's a funny thing, Faith, but many men... how should I say it? Well, he's not as angry as he looks. Take my word for it."
"You're wrong, Lucia. He's mad, really mad. I've never seen him so mad about anything!"
Chuckling softly, Lucia answered, "He's saving face, baby. That's all it amounts to, believe me."
"You think he'll get over it? You think he'll forgive me?"
"I guarantee it."
"I don't know. I don't know. Look! They're going to fight!"
Lucia swung her head around in time to see Boyd shove Dirk backward into the swimming pool. She laughed aloud as his muscular body splashed into the water and Boyd turned to stomp toward them. She got up and moved away from the chaise, giving Boyd a wide berth as she walked to the pool to help Dirk out. "You cooled off now, lover?" she asked, extending her hand and taking his to pull him up from the water.
Wiping the hair from his face, Dirk smiled knowingly as he came out of the pool and stood dripping beside her. He took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down harshly into the brown flesh.
A shiver shot through Lucia's body. She whimpered. Then she pushed his hand away and hugged Dirk lovingly. "Wait till they leave, darling," she whispered.
They stood by the pool, watching as Boyd angrily jerked his wife to her feet and slapped her face. He went to their pile of clothes and threw Faith's dress at her, ordering her to put it on as he slid his legs into his trousers.
"What do you think?" asked Lucia, her fingertips lightly teasing at Dirk's lower stomach.
"I think they're made to order... putty for the sculptor's hand to mold at will," Dirk replied with a grin.
Tears streamed down Faith's cheeks as she pulled the dress over her head and wiggled into it. She reached behind her to zip it up but had to abandon the project to catch her shoes when Boyd threw them at her one at a time. She had no time to put them on, for Boyd jammed his bare feet into his loafers and came at her angrily with their underthings and stockings in his left hand. With his right hand he gripped her upper arm, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and dragging her around the side of the house.
The gate opened and then slammed shut. Lucia smiled up at Dirk. "Boyd's more of a man than I thought," she said. "Do you think he'll beat her?"
"Naw. He may slap her once or twice, but he won't hurt her. I wish we had their bedroom wired for sound. They're going to have the wildest screw they've ever had in a few minutes, and I'd like to hear it."
"Come on in the house, sculptor. There's going to be a wild fuck taking place in our bedroom tonight, too," Lucia said, her fingers eagerly enfolding Dirk's reawakening prick.
Heading straight for their bedroom, Boyd dragged Faith through the house without a word. He pulled her cringing form through the doorway and slammed the door shut. Then he swung her roughly and sent her sprawling on the bed. Throwing their underthings on the dresser and knocking her perfume and make-up articles off onto the floor, he hissed, "You pig! Slut! Whore! Bitch!"
Faith sat up, cringing in the middle of the bed as Boyd stood glaring hatefully at her. She wanted to admit he was right. The names he called her... they were true and accurate. She couldn't blame him for the outburst, the angry accusations, for the same words had been running through her own mind. Boyd had only given voice to the way she felt about her insane lapse of self-control. A fresh flood of tears obscured her vision and cascaded down her cheeks. She sobbed aloud and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, Boyd. I'm so sorry," she whimpered through her hands.
"Sorry? Sorry? Is that supposed to make it all right? No! Goddamn you, no! You made a fool of me, you little whore! I loved you. I thought you were a good girl. Good girl! Shit, what a fucking laugh! You're nothing but a wanton slut that had me fooled. Boy! Did you have me fooled! You know what? I even believed you were a virgin when we got married. Isn't that a laugh? How'd you do it, bitch? How'd you make the blood come the first time I fucked you? But then, thinking back on it, there wasn't much blood, was there? Just a few drops at the most... barely stained the sheet, as I recall. What'd you do? Hold your cunt lips together to make it feel so tight? Yeah... that's what you did. I remember how you put it in for me. You weren't concerned so much with putting it in nice and easy as you were with making me think it was a tight and virginal pussy, weren't you."
"No, Boyd. That's not true. I was a virgin... you know I was. I didn't try to fool you, honey. I've never tried to fool you about anything. Oh, God! No, you mustn't think that."
"Shut up! The blood. What'd you do to make yourself bleed? Scratch yourself with those long fingernails? Must have. Had to be that way, because as soon as I got my cock all the way in you it was like you just... opened up. Yeah! You liked it right from the start. You shouldn't have... now that I think about it. It should have hurt you the first time. Most girls don't like it for a few months. I read that in a good book. Yeah! It's an ordeal for them at first, sex is. But not you. Goddamn it! Not for you it wasn't! You hunched that pussy right up to me the very first time!"
"I loved you, Boyd... that's why! I wanted it to be good for you. It did hurt me, but I didn't let on because I knew you wanted it to feel good to me too. I acted like it did for your sake, darling... that's all. I swear that's the way it was. You were the first... the only man for me."
Boyd glared coldly at her. His voice was sharp and cutting as he spat, "I don't believe I was the first... not now... not after what I saw tonight. You lay right there in front of me and let that son-of-a bitch stick his mule cock in you."
Anger mounted in Faith until it overcame the humiliation of her lustful abandon on the Leatherman's patio. "Why you self-righteous prick! I saw you and Lucia too, you know! You pervert! She sucked your dick, and don't try to deny that you loved it! Shit yes, you liked it! You let her take it in her mouth while you watched Dirk and me fuck! Why didn't you stop us if you wanted to? I'm your wife, aren't I? All you had to do was grab me by the hand and drag me home. That's all! You could have stopped it before it even got started good. Why didn't you?"
"I didn't believe my eyes... that's why. I thought, 'No. No, it can't be happening. Faith wouldn't let it. She loves me too much to give it to another guy.' Now I know better. You're a damned nympho... wouldn't surprise me if I came home some night and found you letting a nigger hump you."
"Boyd!!! That's enough now!" Faith jumped up and slapped Boyd resoundingly, her fingers leaving red splotches on his pink cheek.
Instinctively Boyd reacted by returning her slap. In his frustrated anger he hit her harder than he meant to, and sent her sprawling on her back across the bed once more. Then, grunting like an animal, he bent over her and grabbed at the collar of her dress. One frantic jerk ripped the dress down to her waist. Her bared breasts jiggled as the bed rolled and jerked. Before he realized what he was doing, Boyd heard his wife screaming and pleading with him to stop. He saw what he was doing too late to stop the last blow, and his open palm hit into her soft breast again. The loud slapping noise echoed inside his head and joined her moan of pain.
He was hurting her. Under normal circumstances Boyd would have been horrified by his actions, but this was not a normal situation. The sounds of her anguish only incited him to further brutality. He took both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Grinning down at her, he began tightening his hold, watching the astonishment in her lovely face as his fingertips bit deeper and deeper into her brown aureoles.
Sharp spears of pain shot out from her breasts, making her whimper all the more. "Don't Boyd! Please stop. You're hurting me, honey. Ohh, you're hurting me."
Sneering down at her pain-racked face, Boyd pinched all the harder. "I ought to kill you!" he shouted, his fingertips biting brutally into her nipples and twisting at the same time.
"Aargh! aargh! God... oh God! Hurts... oh, it hurts!" Faith moaned pitifully. She writhed in agony, but though her hands were free she made no effort to escape. Instead she bore the sharp pain with gasps and groans as Boyd twisted her tender flesh this way and that. She sucked in her breath harshly as he pulled out her nipples and tried to tear them from her body. To her utter amazement, Faith found herself reaching out for Boyd's dick, her fingers clawing frenziedly at his fly in an effort to get it open.
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