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Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his
inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife.
Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which
she absolutely refused to participate in. But then,
activating his desires on others only made him crave his
wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to.
What Mike didn’t know was that his wife had been
involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would
he find out? Only if she didn’t pay the blackmailer.

Chapter 1

When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the
walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented
little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite
the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman’s
spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a
carefree tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen
towel and went to get the day’s mail. The voluptuous
brunette felt only mild curiosity when she saw the
envelope addressed to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just
some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on
top of the television set.

It wasn’t until she tore open the envelope, and its
contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her
throat. Sarah’s hand flew to her mouth and her face
flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a
captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling
hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled
message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE
YOU’LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to
retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor.
Pictures Sarah had hoped, desperately, that she would
never see again, that she had tried to shove into some
dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had
always been that nagging fear that someday, they would
turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sarah
lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she
knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid
past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with
her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so
dear. Her beloved husband Mike and their precious
daughter Jill.

Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a
pedestal. “My sweet Sarah,” he often whispered as he
held her close. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to
have a wonderful wife like you!”

Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a
wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as
sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the
tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that
her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike
would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the
ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem
had posed for pornographic photos before they were
married! Sarah had agonized countless times over the
possibility of Mike’s discovery of her sordid past,
wondering what would happen if that fearful day should
ever arrive. And she always came up with the same
frightening answer.

“He’ll divorce me,” she whispered to the empty
room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. “And
take my darling Jill away from me, declare me an unfit
mother!” The mere thought of that occurring made
Sarah’s lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears.
She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart.
They were Sarah’s whole world now. They had completely
filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother’s
death five years before. Sarah had not really begun to
live until she met Mike. The four years of their
marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest
Sarah had ever known. And little Jill was the precious
living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old
felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the
anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not
bear to lose either one of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her
mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had
participated in before she met Mike. Who had finally
unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark
secret that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep
hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during
the final months of her mother’s lengthy illness, that
she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in
front of a camera.

Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic
modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest
secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the
skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother’s illness.
When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and
curvaceous Sarah was told that she was not at all
suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-catching
figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper
advertisement for a photographer’s model. MUST BE
ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sarah
answered the ad eagerfy. When she heard how well the
job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the
photographer assured her that she was perfect for the
type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the
doctor had prescribed for her mother’s pain was so
expensive that Sarah worried about how she was going to
manage to have it refilled. There were no other
relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her
mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing this
lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her
financial problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her
first session before the camera, that Sarah discovered
just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first,
she was tempted to walk out and never return. The
things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush
crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in
the pit of her stomach, that she had just received
another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory
tests her mother had required. To add to her problems,
she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug
that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the
dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And
Sarah knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that
she had no choice in the matter. She needed money
desperately and this was the only way she could get it.
I’ll do it for mother, she told herself as she started
to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed
her mother just a few months after Sarah had begun her
secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sarah
quit her extra job immediately. With her mother’s
insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder
of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she
had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sarah never
stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud
of what she had done, but Sarah knew that it had been
unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the
opportunity to go backward in time, because she received
some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved
mother had suffered far less because of the money Sarah
had earned from her secret and sordid job. It’s all in
the past now, Sarah tried to tell herself, as she
concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no
one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he
more than compensated for the unhappiness she’d known
during the trying time of her mother’s terminal illness.
After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and
wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long,
Sarah finally had someone to look after her. Six years
her senior, Mike treated her as though she were made of
spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could
ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their
relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sarah
found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely
attractive, something was definitely lacking in their
marriage bed. Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but
not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sarah
like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sarah longed
for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful
thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself thinking,
longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities
she’d engaged in during her brief, secret modeling
career. The men who were her partners had been
strangers to her, but still, Sarah recalled with ripples
of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their
touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in
front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told. Only
she knew that the response she displayed was often
genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she
was performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks
burning with shame.

Sarah found herself thinking that often after she
and Mike were married. If our sex life is enough for
Mike, why can’t it be enough for me? she often wondered.
Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would
know complete and total satisfaction after their
lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a
vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Mike
would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole
of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her
gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly
fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse
language that the actors used during the pornographic
sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon
instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would
demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the
big pricks that had been rammed in her throat as the
camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the
male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the
feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief
career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable
expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and
hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth.
Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid
cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her
eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot
juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was
real when her male partners fucked her with gusto,
cramming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from
every imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great
deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about
sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she
might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike
McBride would put a stop to the secret longings of her
ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and
demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had proved
to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached
a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a
shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her
saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned for so much
more!

The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never
entered the shapely brunette’s mind. Sarah devoted
herself to her husband with the same fervor she’d
dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those
she loved always came first with Sarah. That’s why she
never told Mike of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual
desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his
masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far
as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was
convinced that Mike preferred her to remain passive in
bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet,
innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she
remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to
satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy.

She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser
drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used
the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her
heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send
the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking
aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she
wished Mike would show during their lovemaking. It was
then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would
cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry
out with her husband.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she would gasp, her legs
trembling as she masturbated with vigor. “Harder,
deeper!” she’d beg, thrilling to the forceful
penetrations of the whirling vibrator. “Fuck my cunt!”
she’d cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her
the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the
vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real,
live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah’s
frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men
for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the
lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning
mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body.
Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the
anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And
now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or
she want?

Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off
a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all.
Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her
mother’s insurance policy, the woman’s monumental
medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave
just a small personal allowance in addition to her
household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy
palm. Mike just didn’t make that kind of money.
Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his
small television repair shop, it required careful
budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth
sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew
blood. Sarah did not know the answer to her dilemma.
But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar
photographs she’d received in the morning mail, the
lovely brunette knew that she would do anything she
possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing
those pictures. And she also knew that she had been
living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness
she had known with Mike had come to an abrupt end, while
a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy
of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who
possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her
past, she became aware of another kind of tension
mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt
an undeniable sexual excitement course through her.
Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not
stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body.

One photograph showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled
before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious
expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her
widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked
her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how
good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral
cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine
as she sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah
recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine
juices against her tongue … and her mouth watered.
How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking,
well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way
the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to
go down on him and take his rampaging cock fully in her
prick-hungry mouth.

Sarah’s voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as
she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she
turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at
the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy
as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself
lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals
flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds
swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as
the handsome face of a male model nestled between her
obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched
forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled
as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how
she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when
the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved
on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her
partner’s head and held it between her outstretched,
trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She
felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she
remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking
his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until
she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she
slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very
first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first,
she had been shocked when the cameraman unleashed his
instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought
of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle
between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-
busted brunette with revulsion. That is, until she felt
the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her
lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had
gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks
of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had
split her legs as far as possible and moaned with
pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation.
Even the cameraman had teased her afterward, saying that
she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the
time of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned
for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself
completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of
Mike’s tongue between her open legs. So many times when
Sarah had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out,
from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-
hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea
would shock and disgust Mike, would shatter the false
image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent
young wife.

The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was
either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would
close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie
naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly
parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated
cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the
wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty
room, the lovely brunette pretended that it was her
husband’s tongue making those delicious slurping sounds.

She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked
body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm.
Then she would remove her hand from between her parted
legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again
and again, she would bring herself to a point close to
orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing
herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers
punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. “Eat
me, eat my cunt!” she’d scream as she climaxed, her hips
jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild
abandon.

Sarah’s hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she
felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as
she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her
lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-
looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth
hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy
recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had
his hands on Sarah’s pale moons, and the sexually
aroused brunette recalled how the man had used her bare
asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled
her down on his towering shaft, ramming his crimson
prick into her sensitive cervix. Sarah could tell by
the lustful expression on her face that the photo had
been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her
body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points
beneath her sweater as she relived the glorious carnal
sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being
fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sarah’s
favorite poses, for her partner’s prick always seemed so
much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this
way. Her husband’s enviable cock was the biggest she’d
ever seen and Sarah often fantasized about having him
enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread
and her wet pussy parted. I’ll bet Mike’s prick would
drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she
speculated as she stared at the photograph she’d posed
for years before. Instead, however, Sarah had learned
to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top
position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs
grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on
top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of
her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high
into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” she’d pant, as she rose up and
down on the plastic sex-gadget, pretending that it was
her husband’s hot poker invading her milky channel of
love.

Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her
panties as she looked at the final photograph. Her
pussy was pounding furiously now, and her breathing was
hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her
thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a
footstool. The naked man behind her was pinching and
twisting the fiery nipples of her dangling tits while he
rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into her
uplifted vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across
her sensual lips, Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of
desire, how good it had felt to be fucked from the rear.
She recalled how her partner’s big testicles had slapped
her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his punishing
fingers had twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples
as he bore into her with strength and determination.
She saw the ecstatic look on her face and knew that the
expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal
pleasure.

There were countless times, during their four years
of marriage, that Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to
make her bend over the side of their bed so that he
could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling
sensation, one that made her feel womanly and
subservient. She loved being used that way, of having
her huge breasts tortured deliciously, while she was
soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But
Mike never forced himself upon her in that manner.

Instead, Sarah waited until she was alone. Then she
would bend over the bed and shove the plastic vibrator
deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that
it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out
of her oily slot.

Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of
herself, her lovely body pounded with need. Tense from
both apprehension and desire, the voluptuous brunette
wished fervently that things were different between
herself and her husband, that their physical
relationship was more earthy and candid. Then she would
feel free to phone Mike at the television repair shop
and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex break.
How comforting it would be to find release in her
husband’s arms at a moment like this. But Sarah felt
certain that Mike would be appalled at such a bold
suggestion from his wife … especially when it came in
the middle of the morning!

No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she
kept hidden in her dresser drawer for just such
occasions. Her luscious body burning with need, the
shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of
herself into the bedroom and placed them on the bed.
She walked over to the dresser, her hand trembling as
she reached into her lingerie drawer to remove the
vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her skirt and
tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of them.
Breathing hard, she lay down on the bed with her skirt
shoved up around her slender waist while she spread her
stockinged legs far apart. The black of her garters
stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions
of the pale, smooth thighs above her nylon stockings.

She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled
among the wet folds of her parted coralline crevice,
then reached for the lurid photos. She held them in her
hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all the
obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt
the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup trickle
from her creamy aperture to trickle down the softness of
her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy close to her
steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos
increased her excitement and her split thighs trembled
in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator forward.
She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her
sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure
as the end of the vibrator slickly found its way into
her throbbing vagina.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she murmured, turning the button on so
that the penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she
plunged it deep into her spongy canal. Gluing her eyes
to the lewd photos she’d posed for, she gently shoved
the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the
strength and tempo of her movements. “Oh fuck me, fuck
me!” she moaned, her hips rising in heated response as
she pretended it was a real live prick sliding in and
out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust fanned
by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she
pushed the pseudo-prick in with gusto, feeling it bump
against the mouth of her womb. A hot burst of pain shot
through her, quickly followed by waves of searing
pleasure. “Deeper, harder!” she cried, her hips
whirling in excited little circles as the plastic
vibrator flew in and out of her creamy aperture. The
fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her
arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the
gadget each time she withdrew its length only to shove
it back in again. Oh, it felt so wonderful to have her
cunt fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw her.
Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy
secreted even more of its thick sap, so that the
vibrator was thickly coated with her feminine juices.
Sarah felt her sexual excitement rise to a feverish
pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.

With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew
the false prick from her saturated cavern to allow the
waves of carnal pleasure to diminish within her heated
cunt. She did not want to climax just yet. The
penislike structure she held in her hand felt far too
good to have this session in self-stimulation end
prematurely. She turned the vibrator off and lay the
cream-coated sex-toy on the bed to struggle with her
sweater. She pushed it up above her voluminous breasts,
then turned sideways so that she could unhook her lacy
bra. She lifted the frilly undergarment from her
enormous tits and shoved it upward, freeing her twin
spheres of femininity. Her rosy nipples tightened into
bright rosettes at the sudden contact with air.

Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand,
Sarah’s right hand found its way to her boobs.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she murmured as she let her fingers trail
across her firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a
tremor of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had
been sucked and fondled during her brief and secret
modeling career. As she looked at the photos of herself
now, she remembered how the photographer would instruct
her male partners to suck on Sarah’s nipples good and
hard, treating each one to the pleasures of a warm mouth
and drawing tongue. After a good workover, Sarah’s
mammoth breasts would look even more tempting for the
camera, for their bright nipples would be fiery red,
distended, and glistening with saliva, while the firm
mounds of pale flesh encircling them rose into twin
hills of luscious womanhood.

How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her
big boobs with greater gusto. Although he fondled and
caressed them, occasionally nipping lightly at their
uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much too
fragilely for Sarah’s liking. Many was the time when
she was tempted to cry out to her husband, to plead with
him to grab her breasts forcefully, to suck at them
until she cried out for mercy. She’d learned how
marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth tug
at the bright rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she
longed for a repeat performance from her husband. Just
as she inwardly yearned to have him squeeze her ivory
hills of flesh with urgent hands rather than caress them
lightly as he always did when they made love. Sarah was
tired of being treated as if she was made of spun glass
instead of warm flesh and blood. But she loved Mike far
too much to risk hurting him by criticizing his
techniques in the bedroom. Instead, she remained
silent, trying to content herself with his timid
caresses. When her need became too great, as it was
right now, Sarah tried to vent her frustration by
fondling her breasts herself in the privacy of her
bedroom.

Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she
attacked her bright nipples. Her hand moved quickly
from one tit to the other, squeezing and pinching the
rosy tips. The tender flesh grew rigid under her touch,
rising into the air like two hot needles. She arched
her back so that her twin hills of femininity rose even
more invitingly, their crimson tips rising hotly,
responding enthusiastically to her self-manipulation.
“Suck my tits!” she said, panting as her fingers pinched
and pulled on each uplifted rosette, her hand flying
back and forth to give each firm mound equal time. When
her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned them
to clutch the vibrator once again.

“Fuck, damn you, fuck!” she cried, sending the
plastic mechanism into her palpitating canal with
fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when she felt
the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot bursts of
glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting, she
flicked on the button so that she would be further
treated by steady vibrations of the cock-like structure
sailing in and out of her saturated slot. “Don’t stop!”
she begged, fantasizing while she fucked herself. “Keep
fucking! Harder, faster!” In and out the whirring
vibrator moved. Wet sucking sounds accompanied her
heavy breathing and her soaked pussy tissues clung wetly
to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick-
lidded and glazed, she kept staring at the lurid photos,
her passion mounting. When she felt herself rising,
heading for that marvelous peak of carnal pleasure,
Sarah wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the
ultimate moment of pleasure. But the whirling mechanism
felt so marvelous sliding in and out of her steaming
cunt that she could not stop. “Fuck, fuck!” she
shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy while her hips
whirled crazily. Suddenly bright bursts of color
exploded within her as she reached the apex of carnal
joy. “Aghhhhhhh,” she cried. Her pelvis bucking, she
pushed the whirring object in as hard and as deep as she
could, ramming it into the mouth of her womb while she
climaxed.

At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall
onto the mattress while she lay panting. Her lust
temporarily sated, she turned off the vibrator and
closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts
spread out into soft hills of satisfaction, and their
bright nipples flattened into contented circles. If a
mere vibrator felt this marvelous, how much better it
would feel to have the man she adored fuck her like
that! Sarah felt certain, however, that Mike’s libido
was simply smaller than hers, that he found sexual
satisfaction much more easily than she. He seemed
perfectly content with their lovemaking, while she had
to resort to self-stimulation when her secret
frustration became too great.

Still, Mike’s a good man, she quickly reminded
herself, ashamed of the fact that she found fault with
the man she loved. And a perfect husband. Even if Sarah
did have to masturbate now and then, she was still a
very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike
McBride. Especially with her lurid past! Now that her
passion was spent, Sarah regained her senses and she
looked at the obscene photos of herself with fear and
revulsion. She sat up and straightened the bed, then
hooked her bra and reached down for her strewn panties.

She carried the heavily coated vibrator and the four
photographs into the bathroom. First the curvaceous
young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky
feminine secretions and set it on the sink. Then she
lifted the photos and ripped them into a myriad of tiny
pieces, her fingers moving with quick angry motions. A
look of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw
the fragments flutter into the toilet. With a
determined jerk of her hand, she flushed the toilet,
sending the torn pictures into the sewer where they
belonged. Even though she was certain that the person
who had sent them to her could easily obtain more, at
least this particular set was destroyed and could not
accidentally be discovered by the man she loved. For
Sarah felt certain that her beloved Mike would have
nothing more to do with her if he ever learned of her
sordid past.

How will I ever manage to silence the person who
sent these to me? she agonized, biting her lip as she
watched the water churn in the toilet bowl. The most I
can manage is a few dollars a week!

While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the
vibrator in the bottom of her dresser drawer, it had
never occurred to her distressed mind that the anonymous
blackmailer wanted something she never suspected. The
man was greedy, all right … and unscrupulous as well.
But the lovely brunette would soon learn that he lusted
for something that would humiliate and degrade her far
more than it would if he were merely hungry for money!

Chapter 2

Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would
not show at the dinner table that evening. She was
grateful to little Jill for maintaining a lively three-
year-old flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting
her husband’s attention. After they had eaten and Sarah
was clearing off the table, Mike suddenly announced that
he was going out.

“You don’t mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple
of hours, do you, hon?” he asked, smiling at his wife.

Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind
when Mike went to the small tavern on the edge of town.
Even though she knew it was just his way of unwinding
now and then, she knew from experience that he would
stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would
come home late with the smell of beer on his breath when
he fell into bed. Although he never actually got drunk,
he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted to make
love to her even when she waited up for him. Sarah
secretly wished that the man she married would turn to
her for release from his tensions instead of to a local
tavern. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator
either.

But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts.
Playing the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she
smiled sweetly. “Of course not, Mike,” she told him,
carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. “You work hard
all day and it would do you good to get out for a while
and relax.”

Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy
hair gave her a quick hug. “You’re wonderful, Sarah,”
he said, kissing her cheek. “How many men are lucky
enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to
beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent
it.”

I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself,
running water into the sink. I’d much rather you stay
home and unwind in bed! But she kept a pleasant
expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid
into the sink.

“I’ll get Jill ready for bed before I leave,” Mike
offered, leading their raven-haired daughter by the
hand. “Then you can just relax and watch TV.” He
started out of the room, then turned, remembering
something. “Oh yeah. I’ve got Gene’s TV set out in the
truck. I’ll bring it in before I go. Gene said he’ll
stop by and pick it up tomorrow morning.”

Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of
their daughter as Mike made a game of getting the child
into her night clothes. But she did not smile at the
lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she
felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did
whenever her brother-in-law’s name was mentioned. She
disliked Mike’s younger brother intensely. Although she
managed to conceal the intensity of her emotion from her
husband, Sarah felt certain that his nineteen-year-old
brother Gene sensed the animosity that Sarah harbored
toward him. She did her best to be polite to her
husband’s tall, lanky brother but she had to force
herself to do so. Everything about Gene disgusted her.
The way he leered at her when Mike wasn’t looking, the
way he took advantage of his older brother’s good-
natured generosity and affection. Sarah had lost track
of the amount of money the boy now owed them. Whenever
she mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however, he
merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Gene’s still a kid,” he always apologized. “So he
forgets to pay me back now and then. It’s no big deal.”

Maybe it didn’t mean much to Mike but it mattered
to Sarah. She just didn’t like the way Gene used his
older brother, ignoring him for weeks when he was caught
up in his own activities, then showing up again with a
phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was
a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always
indulged his younger brother.

“Maybe I do spoil Gene a little,” Mike once
admitted after shelling out the fine for his brother’s
latest traffic violation. “But I practically raised him
singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah. Somehow I
guess I still feel responsible for him.”

But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his
own two feet more if Mike didn’t keep making things so
easy for him. Like fixing his television set. Sarah
was certain that Gene would forget to pay his brother
for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to
repay loans. It wasn’t as if Gene didn’t earn good
money on his graveyard shift at the factory. Gene
shared a small studio apartment with a friend named
Lenny and still had plenty of money to spare after
expenses were met. But Gene squandered his paycheck on
good times, always running to his older brother when
things got tight and his wallet was not quite so well
padded.

And now he was coming over tomorrow morning.
Sighing heavily, Sarah hoped that he would not sit
around and gab, keeping her from her work. She liked to
make the best possible use of the hours that Jill spent
at the nursery school so that she could play with her
daughter in the afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he
was going to park himself all morning, Sarah would just
have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.

Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned
from their daughter’s bedroom. “She’s all set to watch
television with her mommy,” Mike said with a smile when
he joined Sarah in the kitchen. “I’ll go get Gene’s
television set, then head for the Brewery.”

After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her
small daughter on the livingroom couch, trying to
concentrate on the musical variety show she had turned
on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the
disturbing letter she’d received that morning, along
with the revealing photographs of herself. She wished,
with a heaviness of heart, that Mike had not chosen this
particular evening to go out for a few beers. She knew
that without his companionship, she would spend the
entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once
Jill was tucked in for the night. Then she felt a
ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike really did
deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she
reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only
engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him
relax after a hard day’s work.

As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the
child’s small hand in hers, the lovely brunette was
secure in the belief that Mike was doing nothing more
than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze
with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.

Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly,
Sarah never once suspected that in a few short minutes,
the man she adored would be pounding his fiery prick
into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced platinum
blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah’s husband in
all the intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself
secretly yearned for!

* * *

Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth
when he said that he was going to the Brewery for a few
beers. What he failed to add was the fact that he often
shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde divorcee
who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the
nights that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her
drinks faster than usual for she was in just as big a
hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.

After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike
and Lil left the bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they
were sprawled in the middle of the divorcee’s bed, their
naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy
breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his
distended prick poking the barfly’s heavy thigh. He
bent over her bosom, kneading her ample tits while he
sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His swollen
testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load,
he went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not
display at home. Mike had hungered for the taste of a
savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had waited
uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid
that he might have lost control of himself with Sarah
and gone after his wife’s luscious breasts the way he
was now devouring Lil’s. And Mike did not want that to
happen. His wife was far different from Lil. Sarah was
not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His
Sarah was sweet and good and decent, the kind of woman a
man cherished and respected.

Mike always held himself in check whenever he and
Sarah made love, being careful not to let his animal
lust get the best of him. By exercising the utmost
self-control, Mike managed to make love to his wife
gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both
deserved and expected to be treated. It was when his
frustration became overpowering, that he turned to
earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced blonde under him
liked being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite was
as voracious as any man’s. With someone like Lil, Mike
could relax and let himself go sexually. Although he
hated himself for cheating on his beloved Sarah, he had
little choice in the matter. He loved his wife with all
his heart but she did not satisfy all his sexual needs.
Every so often, the young husband felt as if he would
explode if he did not go out and find the kind of woman
who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered
for. A lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.

“Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood,” Lil moaned, arching
her back in an effort to offer Mike even more of her
vast hills of femininity. Her heavily mascaraed eyes
glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her hands
slide down Mike’s smooth muscular back and over the
curve of his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his
pale asscheeks with enthusiasm, loving the feel of his
firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger up the
hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction that
her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on
his nude body.

Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-
husband, Lil missed having a built-in sex partner.
That’s why she frequented the local tavern several
nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she
could usually count on finding some eager cock willing
to ram her hungry pussy. And Mike McBride was not only
one of her regular cocksmen but he was also one of her
favorites. The big burly Irishman really knew how to
take care of a woman in the sack. He always gave her
oversize boobs a great going over, using his hands and
his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days.
Although she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of
their heated sessions, it was well worth the small
price.

Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits,
hot bursts of sensation coursed through her, making the
blonde writhe with pleasure. Her pussy leaking
profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a persistent
beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her
throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from
experience how deliciously big Mike’s luscious prick was
and the knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra
special treat added to her excitement.

At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom.
Breathing hard, he rolled over on his back, his towering
shaft reaching for the ceiling. “Get on top of me,
baby,” he panted, “and have yourself a go at my prick!”

Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes.
“You bet I will, sweetie!” she quickly agreed, licking
her lips. Rising eagerly, she lifted a heavy leg to
straddle his naked body, her well-padded asscheeks
looming in front of Mike’s handsome face. Grabbing the
thick base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde
lowered her head, her mouth watering. She loved to suck
on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd
her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her
mouth made her entire body tingle. It wasn’t often,
however, that she got the chance to sample an oversize
prick like Mike’s. The mere thought of sucking on his
tasty manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in
anticipation.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, opening her mouth greedily
while she brought her head all the way down to meet his
bubbling joint.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of
her wet mouth encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the
pudgy blonde had consumed the full length of his
masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed the
back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had
devoured every possible inch, the blonde began to suck
vigorously. Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore through
Mike’s throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing
tongue. “Oh, baby!” he gasped, lifting his hips in quick
response. “That’s gooood! Keep suckin’!”

Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked
with even greater vigor, her head moving up and down
enthusiastically. While she clutched the stump of his
cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his
prickly sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen balls
churn under her firm touch. Christ, Lil sure can suck
cock! he thought, breathing heavily. Her dangling tits
dancing merrily as she bobbed up and down, Lil’s cheeks
billowed in and out.

Good ol’ Lil! Mike thought, surrendering himself
completely to her vigorous suckings. With a gal like
her, a man can really let go!

“Suck, suck!” he cried, letting his inhibitions run
wild. After holding back with his wife all the time, it
felt great to let loose like this. His hot prick
pounding and his balls churning while she went at him
with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee’s widespread
cunt. He saw the creaminess of her gaping pussy, the
way her bright clitoris rose in excited splendor,
beckoning invitingly. He reached up to stroke her soft
thighs while his long tongue darted out to titillate the
inflamed bud of femininity. The small penislike
structure grew even more rigid under his manipulations
and the blonde’s wide ass bucked in heated response.

Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to
gasp for air. “Oh, Mike honey!” she cried, wiggling her
hips. “Eat my pussy, sweetie! Oh, I need your mouth on
my cunt!” When she felt Mike’s wet tongue respond to
her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy
secreting even more profusely. Oh, his wet mouth felt
so good against her steaming cunt! Moaning happily, she
lowered her head once again to resume her vigorous
sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an effort to
reward him for the way his oral member was swirling so
magnificently between her outspread legs. The pungent
taste of Mike’s precoital juices on her tongue
stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her mind
with passion, the plump divorcee rose up and down on his
fiery shaft with unsurpassed dedication. “Mmmmmmmph!
Mmmmmmmph!” she grunted. The dual pleasure of feeling
Mike’s mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless
tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.

Suddenly the naked blonde moaned as if in delirium,
her big ass bucking wildly, making Mike’s head flip like
that of a puppet on a string as his relentless tongue
swirled high in her slick vagina. As she bucked in
heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and
tongue tugged at her partner’s hot pole of masculinity
with the fervor of a mad woman.

The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his
tongue as well as the merciless way she was devouring
his wildly throbbing prick made Mike’s heated pelvis
whirl frantically. Lowering his head from her
pulsating, climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming
hot and heavy. His balls were churning and his fiery
shaft was about to explode.

“Oh Christ!” he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly
into the divorcee’s widely split thighs. “I’m
cummmming! Aghhhhhhh!” His hips jerking, he felt his
steaming juices erupt in Lil’s mouth while wave after
wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating body.
He felt her hand squeeze tightly around the base of his
ejaculating organ as she eagerly devoured his hot semen,
her throat working rapidly as she swallowed again and
again. When at last his jerking penis had shot its
entire wad, the platinum blonde lifted her head from his
spent organ and collapsed on top of him.

As the panting couple struggled to catch their
breath, Mike’s thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely
wife Sarah. If being sucked off by a slut like Lil
could bring him such pleasure, how much more thrilling
it would be if his young wife would give him a good blow
job. Instantly ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike
silently berated himself. His sweet Sarah would be
shocked and disgusted if he ever suggested such an act
to her! To even think of the woman he loved while a
tramp like Lil was lying naked and sprawled on top of
him was contemptible! Alarmed by his salacious
thoughts, Mike decided that he better make sure that he
fucked away to his heart’s content tonight so that he
did not dare approach his sweet homemaker in any way
that might frighten or disgust her. Better he satisfy
himself with a woman who welcomed rough and vigorous sex
… like good ol’ Lil!

“What d’ya say, Lil baby?” Mike asked in a husky
voice, running his finger down the length of her
saturated slit. “Do you think you can suck some life
back into me so we can go another round or two?”

Lil’s puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a
lascivious grin as she lifted her leg and rolled over.
“You bet, sweetie,” she murmured, reaching for his limp
organ. “You can always count on Lil, honey. Just gimme
a few minutes and I’ll have this baby nice and stiff
again!” With that, she lowered her head and drew his
spent penis into her receptive mouth. Her cheeks
working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at
intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of
his cock, dipping down inside to lap up every last drop
of sperm. It wasn’t long before the pudgy divorcee felt
the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming
smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her
insatiable pussy began to throb again, eager for more
than the feel of a tongue within its spongy depths.
This time, Lil hungered for the vastness of Mike
McBride’s enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina.
No man she knew could fuck her with such strength and
determination as the man whose rapidly expanding joint
filled her warm mouth.

Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full
capacity once again. “You sure know how to suck a
prick, baby!” he complimented, reaching down to give her
heavy asscheek a playful slap. “Now you can spead those
legs of yours so I can shove my big cock into your hot
little pussy!”

More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee
rolled over on her back and split her legs wide, gazing
up at her husky partner with thick-lidded eyes.
“Mmmmmmmmm, I can hardly wait to feel your big prick
inside my cunt,” she murmured, her hands sliding down
her abdomen to grasp her fuzzy triangle. Whimpering,
she spread her cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her
quivering canal glistening in readiness. “Hurry and put
it in, honey,” she begged, lifting her pelvis while her
hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.

Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his
distended hunk of meat scarlet and deeply veined as it
loomed forward. He could feel his balls tighten under
the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew
that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the
brand of fucking she ached for. But first, he wanted to
hear her beg a little.

“Say please, baby,” he told her, reaching down to
finger her milky slit.

Lil gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting
her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, she
looked up at him pleadingly. “Please, Mike,” she
begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously.
“Please fuck me!”

“Do you like my prick?” he teased, dragging out her
obvious discomfort by flicking his thumb across her wet
clitoris.

Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her
enormous tits rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed
forth more of its sticky nectar. “Oh yesssssss,” she
agreed, licking her lips. “I love your prick, honey.
Now please! Please fuck me!”

Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from
her dripping membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs.
Giving her legs a harsh tug, he lifted her hips off the
mattress. The blonde quickly curled her thick legs
around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in
readiness. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent
his crimson cock deep into her saturated slot. In
seconds, he had completely penetrated her inner depths,
the mushroom tip of his stiff rod bumping against her
cervix. He felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him
eagerly and heard her cry out at his fierce and swift
invasion. “Feel good, baby?” he asked, breathing hard.

“Oh yesssssss,” she moaned, her legs tightening
around his trim waist. “Oh, keep on fuckin’!”

Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her
heavy buttocks to lift her wide hips as he pounded into
her. Again and again he lunged forward, his pistoning
shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and
determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy
canal could be heard along with their mutual grunts.
“Like the way I fuck?” Mike demanded, shoving his
pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as
hard as he could.

“Yesssssss,” she replied rapturously, her legs
tightening around Mike’s sweating body with each forward
lunge, trying to capture every possible inch of his
great phallic length. “Oooooohhh, you’re so biiiig,
honey!” she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic
circles. “Oh fuck, fuck!”

Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde
again and again, his mushroomlike tip bumping into her
cervix with each swift penetration. His balls were
churning and his body was burning with lust. This was
the way he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He
gloried to the feel of Lil’s legs clinging so tightly to
his waist, the lustful look on her face as she lifted
her pelvis high to meet his forceful invasions. Maybe
Lil was cheap and easy but she sure knew how to fuck!
Sweat ran down Mike’s naked body as he tore into her,
trickling down to disappear into the hairy recesses of
his asshole. His huge testicles slapped against her
buttocks with each forward lunge. He withdrew his
pounding prick almost completely before again slamming
into her with abandonment. His mouth hung loosely and
his eyes were glassy. The burly Irishman was fairly mad
with lust as he ravaged her foaming vagina. All else
but fucking was blotted from his passion-crazed mind.

Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was
consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the
luscious feel of her grasping wet cunt around his
pistoning shaft. At last his sweating body gave one
last forward jerk before he erupted inside her with
volcanic force, sending searing hot juices splattering
against the walls of her pussy. “Aghhhhhhh!” he cried,
bucking and jerking like a madman while his steaming cum
kept spurting.

Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her
secret depths, Lil quickly joined her partner in orgasm.
Grunting and moaning, their sweating bucking bodies
worked together in frenzied unison as together they
reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their
convulsing bodies grew still.

* * *

Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their
darkened bedroom. Spent and exhausted, he undressed as
quietly as possible so that he would not awaken the
woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside the lovely
brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through his
body. He was not proud of the fact th