Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER TWO

When Lisa Morton woke up, she felt a stranger in the bed beside her.

She didn’t turn her head at first. At that particular moment, she wanted to enjoy the slow luxury of awakening, wanted time to get her mind operating again. There was a pattern of sunlight reflected through the blinds along one wall, and she turned to look at it.

The pattern was a familiar one. In fact, the position of those slats of light on the wall could almost tell her the time, the way a sundial might. At dawn, the light struck through the window of her twentieth floor apartment and painted bars of sunshine all across the wall near the ceiling. As the dayadvanced and the sun climbed into the sky, those bars would inch down toward the floor. At around noon or so, they would disappear altogether.

She examined the position of the bars carefully, and judged the time to be past nine o’clock. Of course, it would have been much easier to simply look at the clock on her night table, but there was a stranger on that side, and she didn’t want to look at him.

She tried to remember his name and then it came to her– Harris. He was advertising manager for a big cola company and he was about to award a huge advertising contract to her husband’s agency.

Then she remembered Ken’s phone call. “His name’s Harris, honey. Milt Harris. We’ll pull the same old bit. He comes up for dinner, I get tied up, and you entertain him.”

“Ken?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I don’t feel like it?”

“Don’t feel like it?” he laughed. “Hey, baby, this is your old man you’re talkin’ to… you always feel like it! Remember our little deal, and how good it’s been for us. Hump him hard, honey!”

Yes, Lisa remembered their little deal. How in the hell could she forget it?

And so she had gone to bed with another stranger, and she had humped the hell out of him just as Ken had told, her to do.

She sighed. Time was passing. Sooner or later she would have to get up. She had a feeling there were things to do today, and spending the morning in bed would accomplish nothing. The man beside her should be awakened and packed on his way so that she might have some life to herself.

But she didn’t want to awaken him. She had no clear recollection of the previous evening, or of the type of man he might be, but some sense told her he would be a clinger. She entertained a lot of clingers for Ken, and they were the worst of all, worse even than the perverts and fools who sometimes shared her bed.

She had gotten pretty drunk before she had finally let him get her into bed. Anymore, that was the only way she could really enjoy fucking the strangers. Booze made it bearable. But in the mornings she just wanted to get rid of them.

She always had to keep up the pretense that it had been the first time that she had cheated on her husband, and she felt so guilty about it. She puffed up their egos by telling them that Ken would kill her if he ever found out.

Then they would inevitably go to Ken with a guilty conscience. That was part of their deal. The deal they had made when they got married, and both of them had just wanted sex and wealth.

But now that they had the wealth, Lisa found out that she wanted more than just sex; she wanted love to go along with it.

There was no point in worrying about it. If luck was with her this morning, the man beside her might simply awaken, give her a squeeze or two, then get dressed and leave.

Lisa shifted her gaze from the stripes on the wall and eased her body over slowly. She looked first at the clock, and saw her estimation of the time had been accurate. It was nine-thirty-five.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the stranger. He was still sleeping, but not very deeply. He looked as if he would wake up in a few minutes or so. She examined his features, and was a bit surprised to see she didn’t recognize him at all. Of course, it was still a bit early, but she had spent the night with this man, and he should look a little familiar!

The man had kicked the covers down during the night, baring his body from head to waist. Only a single fold of blanket covered his form. On impulse, Lisa reached out and plucked the cloth away.

He stirred slightly, and his hips shifted. He was beginning to awaken.

Lisa moved her body carefully, trying to slip from the bed without rousing him. If she could get to the closet and cover her naked body with a robe before he saw her, it would make the process of getting rid of him that much simpler. Seeing her bare body would only remind him of the night just past, and might trigger the stupid reaction that would turn him into a clinger.

She made it to the edge of the bed and slipped her legs over the side. Now, came the hard part easing herself off the mattress without telegraphing the movement to the springs, or to the man. Slowly and evenly she lifted her lush buttocks from the bed and shifted her weight forward onto her legs.

A hand touched her.

She closed her eyes and inhaled very deeply.

The hand was cupping her left buttock, and the fingers were inching to the right. She stood up quickly and stepped out of reach.

“Hey,” he said.

She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to look at him. All she wanted was for him to go away and leave her alone.

But she turned around anyway.

His cock was already hard, the bulbous knob dangling rigidly above his hairy groin. She just shook her head in wonder that the mere sight of her body could give him a hard-on so quickly. She fought down the tiny flutter in her pussy.

“You were right,” he said, grinning. “Your old man didn’t come home all night.” He lifted himself on one elbow and let his eyes warn don the length of her nude form.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Boy, now that’s something you don’t see every day.”

“What is?”

“A body like that.”

And Lisa did have a body. It was as voluptuously perfect as her face was beautiful.

“I’m beautiful… I know,” she said, “and sometimes it can be a curse.” She pulled on a pair of panties.

“Shit, Lisa, you’re more than beautiful. You’re gorgeous!”

The panties she wore were white in contrast to the golden brown of her tanned skin. Her breasts were two perfect, swaying mounds flaring across her chest. Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders and barely touched the full roundness of her tits. Her panties were cut high on the thighs, revealing the whiteness of her skin between the tan lines.

Lisa watched him fist his cock with one hand while he slowly massaged the huge, hanging sac of his balls with the other.

“You like my tits, don’t you,” Lisa said, half amused.

“They’re perfect,” he said, moving his hand faster, in longer strokes, on his cock.

Indeed they were beautiful. They were firm and stood out from her body in their rounded perfection. The areolas were heavily veined and pink. Her nipples rose in hardness, twinkling at him, inviting his lips and tongue to taste their sweetness.

“Sorry… fun’s over,” she said, doing her best, for a change, to keep her own lust in check.

She turned and walked toward the closet where her robe was hung. She was conscious of the shiver of flesh on her body with each step, conscious also of the fact that he was watching her, seeing the delicious interplay between her tits and hips and buttocks as she moved.

“Hey,” he called again.

She opened the closet door and found the robe. “What is it?” she asked, without turning.

“I said, you look just as good right now and you did last night.”

“I heard you. What about it?”

“Well…” he seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She closed the closet door and turned toward him with the robe draped over an arm.

“Well what?”

“Well… you know. You look so good, you get me all hot again.”

“Do I?”

“And, take it from me, there aren’t many women who can do that to a guy like me. Usually on a morning after, well, I just want to cut out. Before it gets complicated or something. Know what I mean?”

“Yes,” Lisa said. “And you don’t have to worry about complications. I’m married… remember?” She slipped an arm into the robe.

“Hey, you’re not going to cover all those goodies up, are you?”

“I’m chilly,” she replied. “The party’s over.” She slid her other arm into the robe and drew it closed around her body.

“That’s the way it is, huh?”

“That’s the way it is.” Lisa walked across the room, past the foot of the bed, and paused at the door. “Please get dressed now. I have quite a few things to attend to, so I’d appreciate it if you’d let me get started.”

“Where are YOU going?” he asked.

“The kitchen. I’m making some coffee.” She paused. “It should be ready by the time you dress, if you want some.”

She left the bedroom and went dawn the short hallway to the kitchen. As she passed the door to the living room, she saw the collection of glasses and filled ash trays on the table by the couch. She hoped he hadn’t left any cigarettes burning when they had retired to the bedroom she didn’t want any more scars on that coffee table.

In the kitchen, she started the coffee. Her stomach grumbled, and she realized that she was very hungry. But she wouldn’t be able to eat until Harris left. It was always that way after spending the night with a man; she couldn’t eat until til he had departed, and ceased to remind her of the other uses to which she had put her mouth.

The coffee began perking in the little glass knob of the pot, and she turned the flame down. Beyond the kitchen window the sun was shining furiously and the sky was a brilliant blue. It was a good day out there, she thought, and it would be a good day in here as well if that man would ever pull on his pants and leave.

Absently she wondered where, and with whom, Ken had spent the night. The bastard. She was sure he had enjoyed himself a hell of a lot more than she had.

She didn’t hear Harris step into the kitchen behind her. He got her in three places at once. His hands came suddenly from behind her and scooped up her breasts. His chest came up hard against her shoulder blades. And down below, down at the soft cleft of her buttocks, she felt his cock spread her asscheeks.

“I thought you were getting dressed,” she said.

His face was pressed against her shoulder, and his breath blew on the skin of her neck. “I’m not quite ready yet. I told you, I’m still in the mood.”

She glanced at the bubbling coffee pot. For a moment she considered picking it up and emptying the boiling contents all over his naked body. But that would just cause trouble, and trouble was something she didn’t want.

“Please go inside and put your clothes on,” she said.

He turned her around and opened her robe. He gasped in awe as her full, round, dark-tipped globes leaped into view. Their size and firmness filled his mind with desire and his cock with tingling sensations.

Her whole body started shaking as his hands massaged her tits. No, she thought, no, I won’t fuck him again. I did the job, Ken gets the contract, we both make another bundle of money. But I won’t fuck him again.

He moved the robe off her shoulders. It fell softly to the floor. He slid her panties off, revealing the heavy, matted bush of her black cuntal hair. She stood with her legs just a little apart so the rounded curve of her tightly clasped cunt lips could be seen. Inside her cunt lips, the pinkness darkened and beneath them he could see the rounded bottoms of her perfect buttocks. They gleamed white against the darker skin on the inside of her thighs.

He almost whimpered as he moved into her, his cock bouncing in front of his body, its length stiff and straight as it pointed toward her cunt. He groaned in desire as his hands roamed over her belly, her hips, then down across her thighs and up to her cunt. His cock jerked up and down between them, a silver strand of cum seeping from its head as he combed the thick hair of her pussy with his fingers, letting the tips bask in its softness.

Again Lisa shuddered as his fingers dipped into the honey of her pussy. He moved back up her body.

“Hey,” he said, working her breasts in his hands and moving his hips against her. “You’re beginning to see things my way, aren’t you?”

“I’m very tired,” she said. “Please.”

“Now, look, I appreciate how you’re tired, and how you have things to do, and all that. Believe me, I don’t want to bug you. I like you, Lisa. I really do.”

“Please,” she said again.

“I like you so much, in fact, I think maybe I’ll drop by next week for another go-round. How’d you like that?”

“Fine,” she said. “That would be fine.”

“But, right now, well, I’d just like a little something to remember you by. A bit of dessert, sort of. Is that too much to ask?”

She gave up. The man was money in the bank, after all. He was also at least as stubborn as she was. The only way to get rid of him was to give him what he wanted.

She turned off the flame under the coffee pot and picked his hands from her breasts.

“All right,” she said. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

She looked at him, concentrating her attention on his face. “The bedroom, of course.”

“Oh, why bother?” he said, smiling. “We can take care of the whole thing right heft.”

“In the kitchen?”

“Sure. I told you, I don’t want much. Not a whole fling thing. Just a memento of last night, that’s all I want.”

He stared at her hungrily, and all at once she knew what was on his mind. Damn him, she thought, at this hour of the morning the son of a bitch wants a blow-job.

“Very well,” she said, pointing at a kitchen chair. “Sit down over there.”

“I haven’t told you what!”

“I know what you want.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I guess maybe you do. You’re really some hunk of woman, right down the line.” He went over to the chair and sat down.

She bent down and opened a cabinet beneath the sink. There was a soft rubber kitchen mat in there, and she pulled it out onto the floor.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“Me,” she said. Still without looking at him, she kicked the mat in front of him and knelt down.

She was leaning toward him when he pushed his hands out. “Just a second,” he said. His voice was thick with excitement. “There’s something I want to do first.”

She leaned back and his hands slid down to circle her tits. He worked the flesh in his fingers, teasing them methodically. She waited, her hands resting on her knees, enduring it.

“Man,” he said, “you have a pair! Say, Lisa honey, did anybody ever tell you what a prize-winning set you have? But that’s a silly question, isn’t it? I guess you know all about that.”

She didn’t answer. She felt the flesh responding to his touch. He would be certain the stiffening of her nipples was a signal of passion. Men always seemed to think that. Lisa had often wished she could control that reaction. It would have saved her a lot of trouble.

“Lisa? Baby?”

“What?”

“Touch me some,” he said. “I can feel how much you’re enjoying this. Come on, do it nice, the way you did last night.”

She did as he asked. Her hands came up to him. His breath hissed between his teeth as she began caressing him.

It wasn’t always possible for her to shut off her mind completely, but she tried. She tried to think of other things… of books she had read, of clothes she wanted to buy, of her and Ken’s plans for the future, of her friends, of anything at all which would blind her to what she was doing. As usual, the effort was only partially successful. Her fingers made old familiar patterns while her mind wandered furiously.

If only this was Connie sitting before her, she thought. How different this lousy moment might be. She tried to concentrate on Connie as she continued, tried to think of the pleasure of being with Connie, the delight of feeling Connie in her arms. If she could hold that image in her mind, she might be able to forget what she was doing, and how it repulsed her.

“Now, Lisa,” he said. His voice was as moist and husky as a drunkard’s. “Now, honey… now!”

She did. She leaned forward. Her tits shifted in his hands, and she felt his fingers ride until they were touching her nipples. The fingers closed and held the tiny stems painfully.

She ignored the pain. Her hands slid to his legs and she positioned her face. Then she closed her eyes and dropped forward.

“Suck it! Don’t be frightened! Oh, baby, my dick wants to feel your mouth on him!”

Slowly, but almost willingly now, she opened her mouth and took the massive cockhead into her throat. He raised his right leg up on her shoulder, gaining the advantage of a position where he could worm his way into the back of her throat. “I said suck it, baby. Suck it hard!”

Her lips encircled the head of his cock and he lunged forward on the chair, driving it into her throat. “Suck it!” he cried. “Suck my fucking cock!”

She tried vainly to lift her head from his pole, but he was so drowned now in his own lust, that nothing short of a climax would stop him from driving his cock deeper into her throat.

He lifted her hands from his prick and knotted his fingers in her mane of satin-black hair. Slowly, dawn, down, he pulled her head, forcing his cock into her throat deeper and deeper.

Lisa felt that she had now reached the peak of her degradation, that there was nothing more she could do, to completely destroy her image and self-esteem. Why not suck him off? Why not let him do whatever he wanted with her?

She began the movements of jaw, tongue and cheeks that are so delicious to male pricks. Harris looked down at Lisa’s beautiful face sucking his cock and nearly went out of his mind with sensual rage. For him, the most powerful sight in the world was to see a lovely woman’s lips eagerly sucking at his fuck stick.

His prick was almost in up to the hilt when he felt the head nudge against the opening of her throat. She protested, choking and gagging and rearing her head. She was terrified that she would suffocate or throw up.

“Don’t be frightened,” Harris moaned. “The more you fight it, the more you’ll clamp up. Just let your throat relax, as if you were going to swallow a nice, juicy piece of meat!”

Lisa pushed him away. “It’s making my mouth sore. My tongue, my cheeks… they hurt.”

“Don’t let that bother you. That’s the kind of pain that feels so good later on. Just keep sucking as you’ve been doing, baby. I’m going to sink this cock of mine right down into your belly, but you keep sucking. I’ve got a big cum load, and it’s growing bigger by the minute. I want you to suck it out of me… all of it. Suck that sperm wad out of me, and it’s yours! The whole wad slithering down inside your throat to your belly!”

“Oh, no! I can’t swallow it! I just can’t!”

Harris silenced her by filling her mouth with his prick, shoving hard until it butted against the back wall of her throat once more. “Now, do like I told you. Let your jaw drop as far as it can go. I’m coming all the way in!” And with that, he felt the far end of his smooth, rubbery cockhead slip into a dark passageway of incredible warmth and softness. The sensation was delicious and he let her know it by moaning in a kind of delirium of delight and loosening his grasp in her hair. Sitting there, his prick buried so deeply within her, holding on to her head and hair as though they were disconnected to her body, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling, Harris was in heaven.

“Play with my balls… that’s it, baby! Now, pull the whole bag down, not too hard! Hang on them, swing on them!”

As much as she despised it, the rigid fuck pole in her throat was getting to her. She could feel the juices from far up inside her cunt flawing down and spilling out of her lower lips. The sticky goo from her pussy slithered over her inner thighs.

It was too much. She couldn’t hold it back. As she felt the cock start to throb toward climax in her mouth, she snaked her hand between her thighs. She found her cunt and started finger fucking herself and getting her clit off with the heel of her hand.

Her tongue and mouth took on a will of their own. They sucked his cock flesh wildly. Suck, suck, suck, her mind screamed as she tore at her pussy and laved the head and barrel of his plunging prick with her tongue.

No longer was the task revolting. Now she wanted to suck and she wanted to drink his cum.

Her body took over her mind totally. Her free hand crept up his spread calves, over his thighs to the taut muscles of his asscheeks. She pulled from behind, pressing him ever closer to her working lips. She opened her mouth even wider to allow him more and easier access to her working throat. She sucked with abandon on his prick.

She could see the result of her labors as his whole body quivered, the muscles rippling upward from his thighs as he rocked his hips forward and back, sending his cock with ever increasing pressure and power into the far recesses of her throat.

She heard him scream as she dug the tip of her tongue into the opening at the tip of his cock. She burrowed into his cockhead. He tasted pungent, and again she felt the quivers in her cunt.

“I’m going to come! Oh,shit!” he screamed, as he violently shoved his cock into her mouth. When it was embedded deeply in her throat, his hips working faster, plunging his loaded prick deeper and deeper into her face. Every second brought his cum closer to the boiling point. He panted loudly as he thrust and bucked his massive cock into the wet tightness of her mouth.

Then, even as her own body shuddered in climax, his cum filled her throat in great spasms. Jolt after jolt vibrated the length of his fuckhole and thudded against the back of her throat.

His whole body stiffened. His stomach was flat against her. His fingers were clutching the tender thrusting of her nipples, and now he began to pull at the flesh, twisting in his fingers, making bolts of pain shoot through her.

The second her own climax was over, Lisa again hated herself. She wanted it done with, but his cock was still pouring hot goo into her mouth.

He talked the whole time. “Ahhh, Lisa, baby… ohhhhh, baby… that’s so great… my God, that fantastic mouth of yours! I just want you to keep that up. Ahhhhh, this is the… most… uhhhhh! I never met a woman who knew so much about… ohhhhh… ohhhhhhh!” His voice died in a screech.

After it was over, Lisa remained on the mat. When Harris finally stood up, she leaned forward and laid her head down on her crossed arms. He spoke to her, but she didn’t hear him and didn’t reply.

A few minutes later, she realized he had left the kitchen. But she didn’t stir until she heard the front door of the apartment slam behind him.

Several minutes passed before she climbed to her feet. She crossed the kitchen, put the flame under the coffee again, then went to the bathroom and threw up.

When she returned to the kitchen, the coffee was perking black as ink. She took a cup from the drain and brought the pot over to the table.

There were six cups of coffee in the pot. She drank them all, black. By the time she finished the last of them, her mouth tasted of coffee instead of cum.