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eyes drinking in the lewd sandwiching of a shapely blonde girl between two viciously fucking men.
Then Henry stiffened in his chair, his handsome young face paling as he blinked his eyes in disbelieving
horror. Good God, it can't be!
His mind blanked completely with paralyzing shock for a moment as he unwillingly recognized his own
naked young wife swaying on her hands and knees like some kind of low animal bitch in heat between
the two dirty-looking unshaven men. They were at each end of her on the mattress, ramming into her
mouth and cunt with their lust-hardened cocks! And she was not resisting. Hell, she seemed to be
enjoying every obscene second of it! He could see that her eyes were closed and that her voluptuous
nude body was so limp and yielding that it rocked back and forth almost mechanically as the two
strangers fucked brutally into her ... sometimes simultaneously, sometimes out of rhythm in order to slam
her into the other man's waiting groin. He could not believe it and rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles
to clear away what might be ... he hoped was ... just a terrible illusion. The young husband wanted to
scream out his pain and horror, to turn and race out of the office and down the elevator into the street
outside, to somehow pretend that what he saw through the two-way mirror was not true, but his whole
body was immobilized and he sat there unmoving as though his own weight were too heavy to lift from
the chair.
"Surprised to see your little wifey taking on two guys at the same time-and loving it?" June taunted
cruelly. This was what the embittered mistress had wanted all along-to get spiteful revenge against
couples like the well-educated young editor and his prissy little wife, the kind of square, narrow-minded
people who had always treated her like trash when they discovered that Max had taken her out of a
cheap nightclub on the wrong side of town to be his mistress but not his wife. "Actually, it's a
compliment, Henry," she went on with sardonic humor. "Max only buys the best."
The poor little fool had gone to Max looking for a job, Henry realized as his mind cleared a little. He felt
a stab of shame that his own constant denouncements of her silly extravagances had driven his
impressionable young wife to become so deeply entangled in such a situation. He tensed his muscles,
prepared to rush from his chair and break into that bedroom if necessary, to rescue Kathy from those
lousy bastards who were so brutally pummeling her helpless body back and forth between them. But
then, he studied the scene in the glass before him more carefully, sinking back into his chair miserably as
he realized once again that far from resisting, Kathy was almost insane with ecstasy. He could not get a
good look at her face, but she was grinding her creamy round buttocks back against the loins of the
red-headed youth behind her like a hungry whore as his monstrously thick cock fucked in and out of her
widely expanded little pussy like a freight train.
Good God, the astonished young editor thought, it was a miracle that the boy's huge young cock didn't
split her body into halves like a fresh, over-ripened grapefruit. Resentment and jealousy caused his blood
to race like wildfire in his veins as he remembered the countless nights he had spent trying to coax her to
even kiss his cock ... and yet there she was sucking on that blonde guy's prick like she had been waiting
all her life to have one stuffed into her mouth. His own sweet supposedly innocent wife was an absolutely
wanton bitch as two complete strangers fucked into her at the same time, driving her tantalizingly
beautiful young body backwards and forwards between them. It was as though she were just a willing
plaything into which anyone could fuck as though she were nothing more than a common little street
whore.
Suddenly he felt a surprising lurch in the crotch of his trousers. His own prick began to jerk to life from
the stimulation of the lewdly erotic scene before him. His own body was betraying him! Jesus, I'm as bad
as she is, he thought to himself as the uncontrollable rod of flesh between his legs climbed steadily
upwards in unwanted erection.
"So it turns you on watching your wife get fucked by other guys, eh Henry?" June breathed seductively
as she moved down from her perch on Max's desk and walked seductively over to where the young
man was sitting. Crouching down beside him, she snaked her arm over his thigh toward the telltale bulge
that grew and grew in Henry's pants. "It turns me on too, dear. Now what are we going to do about it?"
* * *
On the other side of the two-way mirror, Kathy moaned ceaselessly as the two men continued their
debasing double assault on her greedily absorbing body. She was in a trance-like state and was not
aware of the grey-haired Lenny standing by the switch for the two-way mirror, chuckling lewdly to
himself as he imagined the reaction of the watchers in the next room to the obscene spectacle on the bed.
Only at the outermost boundaries of her consciousness was the girl even vaguely aware of the men
fucking into both ends of her naked body shouting vile encouragement to each other as they battered her
between them and she rotated her buttocks automatically and sucked obediently on the thick prick
thrusting further and further into her now hotly sucking mouth.
The trapped young wife no longer felt human but like a great mass of quivering, sensitive flesh created to
be nothing more than a warm fleshy receptacle into which these men could pump their lewd hot sperm.
She tried not to picture what she was doing, to realize the truth, but sometimes it was impossible not to.
The blonde man's heavy balls banged against her chin and throat and there was a stale odor of sweat
around his burly loins that filled her nostril with a constant reminder of what was actually happening to
her.
Slowly, the very debasement of her situation tore through her mind and the very humiliation of the two
men buffeting her viciously between them began to excite her, strangely, more and more. The hidden
resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once more and groaning softly, she
began to roll her smoothly rounded buttocks in lewd, luxurious little circles, tightening her ravaged cunt
muscles as tight as she could on the giant fleshy prick skewing into her from behind. She wanted to milk
it dry, to feel the sticky white sperm squirting into her stomach until it overflowed out her heatedly
working pussy and ran down the insides of her desperately straining thighs.
Behind her, Red was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering
mercilessly against the milky cheeks of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty
hands gripped her eagerly writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his
clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked
down at the softly rounded curves of the beautiful girl's slender bucking body and bobbing head and the
sight of the lovely young blonde being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Carl sputtered from somewhere over her head.
"Christ-almighty, just look at her go, will you!"
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