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My wife Carrie was beautiful. With a ripe apple on her head she still wouldn’t have been too many inches over five feet tall. She was lithe, slender and wiry. She had long golden brown hair that came to her waist and smallish tear drop breasts ending in half dollar sized areolae and pert little nipples. They would swell when she was aroused and those areolae would get puffy and sensitive, so much so that you had to be gentle with them. She’d let you know quickly-and none too sweetly- if you got too rough with them. She could be snippy and petulant. Her legs looked long even at her diminutive size. It was the seventies and so she wore minidresses and hot pants everywhere, which gave her a chance to show off those gorgeous gams and give a glimpse of her perfect little ass. . We didn’t call shorts Daisy Dukes back then. It was hot pants or short-shorts. The travesty known as “Dukes of Hazzard” had not yet polluted the airwaves.

Carrie had a temper, the little firecracker. Which is why I often imagined her with an apple on her head and me with a bow and arrow. I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with an arrow even if I threw it overhand. . At the drop of a hat she’d blow her cool, almost none of it worth an argument let alone a fistfight. But she’d often come out swinging at the least difference of opinion, so often that I began to have serious doubts about our marriage. She was only nineteen when the story I’m writing about happened. I was twenty six and it was the first marriage for both of us. It may have been rocky, tempestuous even, but it sure as hell wasn’t dull.

One Christmas Eve Carrie jacked my jaw about a half inch out of plumb when I refused to traipse all over creation visiting folks we hadn’t seen or talked about all year. I worked long hard hours laying bricks and blocks and it was a holiday for me. I wanted a quiet dinner with family, where I could park it in an easy chair and nurse a beer. She volubly demurred. I didn’t budge, and finally told her that as much as I wanted to spend the holiday with her, she’d have to put the miles on her own car and catch up with me later. Apparently this was a sticking point in her platform of negotiations because right about the time I told her to go fuck herself she landed a wild haymaker with her right fist to my jaw. I instantly saw red and pushed her back onto the bed. I pounced on top of her, sitting on her comely chest and holding her arms under my knees with my hand over her mouth to muffle her spitting and cussing, while I made her promise to keep her hands in her pockets for the duration of the bargaining session. A woman will sometimes give you a good reason to haul off and sock her and she had just offered me one, but you just don’t hit a woman no matter what the provocation.

She complied but we nevertheless did not part amicably. She stormed out and I went to my folks’ house as we had planned on doing for weeks, before she sprung all this on me. I figured I’d show up at her parents’ place Christmas day and by then she’d probably have cooled down. Usually after her tantrums she needed some time to think it over and she’d be ashamed of herself. She’d surely be embarrassed at showing up without her new husband when she paid her courtesy calls that evening. We’d only been married a year. As it turned out she showed up at my Mom and Dad’s house about an hour after I got there. She made a whispered and sincere apology and I accepted it… but I was a bit cool in my acceptance. I was still pissed that my young marriage was turning into a brawl, and I was losing faith in my bride.

Carrie went further in her reparations later that night when we went home to bed, trying to persuade me that she was genuinely contrite. She gave me a twenty seven speed Osterizer of a blow job, draining what felt like a half cup of baby butter from my poor balls. I was appreciative but still put on a slightly cool and injured attitude. I now had the upper hand and was gonna milk it for a while. In the interest of full disclosure, I was probably also hoping she’d be milking me too, as long as I didn’t overplay my cards. That had been an above average effort at sucking my dick. I don’t think she left a single spermatozoa circling the pool in reserve.

Like I said, I was having my doubts about my pretty blonde bride. Carrie was a tiger in the sack, and not many young men can stay mad for long given the charm offensive that her supple young body and enthusiasm for making the beast with two backs went on. She fucked me stupid for at least a month. Your average twenty six year old male can get a hard on from a slight breeze that had picked up the scent of a woman a furlong away. I was perpetually hard and I punished her tender young pussy with it. The first night we had hooked up a buddy loaned me the shack he sometimes lived in and told me to knock myself out and fuck her til she couldn’t walk. I tried hard- he was a good friend and I’d have hated to give him a bad report.

The festivities commenced at around ten that evening and we were still locked in tight embrace and humping by the dawn’s early light. Then we rested a while, kissing and making out, before I fucked her in the ass. It was glorious. Lord, she loved that. She told me it had hurt some, but I was gentle and having given her plenty of tender loving care and patience, she consented to have me pile drive her perky little butthole for a solid fifteen minutes. (There wasn’t any clock in that shack, or even any electricity, but the sun was appreciably higher and the birds were warbling and serenading the rectum wrangling going on in the love shack. Birds are horny fuckers.) Some women never have their come-to-Jesus moment regarding ploughing the old dirt road but this night, or morning, I had made a new convert. It was an epiphany for the both of us. It was her baptism of butt darts. She never did like it much doggy style but she’d pull her legs back nearly far enough to lock her ankles behind her head and and mutter encouragement at me like a jockey to a promising thoroughbred. She said it felt better that way, and I liked the looks of adoration she gave me when I was busily plugging her bunghole. After I’d exploded in her bowels and began to go soft I swear I saw tears in her eyes when my dick popped out. She’d whimper “Oh no…leave it in! You feel so good in me.”

This is what I was up against when trying to retain the high moral ground with Carrie. Sigh. We all have our cross to bear. I could fuck her six or seven times a day. Not more than a couple of days in a row, mind you- I wasn’t Superman- before I needed a respite- and she’d still have liked more. Hell, even in my mid twenties I needed to sleep once in a while. And we’d fuck so much we’d both get sore and have no choice but to take some R&R. So eventually she screwed the hurt, anger and self righteousness out of me and we settled into making love, fucking and arguing about what to have for dinner and what movie to see. No more fisticuffs. I wasn’t sure she’d learned her lesson but life was reasonably placid on the surface.

Over the last few months Carrie had taken to having a girls’ night out with her single friends. Lately it was turning into once a week, on a Friday or a Saturday night. She liked to dance, drink and raise hell. I liked to go to the quiet corner bar and watch the Ali-Frazier fight with a friend or two. I never did really get into dancing. Sure, I liked rubbing bellies and massaging her delicious little tush in a slow dance, her fresh and supple body pressed against mine, but I never really caught on to the efficacy of performing the Funky Chicken. I wasn’t really entirely happy with the situation, but hell, it was the seventies, you know? I was sensitive to a woman’s needs and I didn’t own her. I wasn’t exactly sure what all went on during girls’ night out but I didn’t press her too hard on it.

A few of my friends would get together for poker once in a while. It wasn’t a regular game that rotated venues, but they met at least once a month, wherever was available, sometimes more and often less. It was kind of erratic, and mostly it was an excuse to drink free beer and smoke somebody else’s dope. I was never much of a poker player. Pinochle was my game. I had a hard time remembering which poker hand beat which and I knew I didn’t know the odds very well. I just hadn’t played enough. But there weren’t any Pinochle players among my friends- my kin were rabid for pinochle but I didn’t know anybody else who played. I did like drinking beer and smoking dope, so a couple of times when a buddy invited me I’d tag along. They took it easy on me. None of the games were high stakes. I’d have declined to play for sure had they been high dollar games. I worked too hard for my bread to gamble it away.

At one game Ray, an ironworker and a casual friend, suggested I host a game.

“Hell, your place is vacant every weekend anyway. Your old lady’s out cuttin’ a rug and tyin’ one on at the Keg Korral. You could host a game sometime.” He smirked at me and I didn’t much like the smirk.

It pissed me off. I thought it was pushy of him, since I only attended the games on invitation once in a while and I wasn’t into poker anyhow. I didn’t want this crowd trashing my place on a Friday night, grinding potato chips into the rug and pissing on the toilet seat. We weren’t exactly friends. I didn’t like the implication of his remarks about my wife either. That was my business and mine alone. He was just a guy I knew and sometimes I worked on a jobsite with him. That didn’t make us pals and didn’t give him an opening to invite himself to a party at my house. I had a wife and a clean comfortable home. Most of these other guys were single, and the ones who were married weren’t exactly exemplars of husbandry in general. I wasn’t thrilled at the idea of spending a Saturday cleaning up after drunk construction workers. I blew it off, never answering. I just shrugged and passed on it.

A month later Ray’s sidekick Gene brought it up again. He and Ray were exchanging looks and smirking. That irritated the shit out of me. I well recalled the last smirk and it rankled. I was just about to get up and walk out rather than argue the point when my best friend Sean said he’d help me host a game. He’d bring the beer and help me clean it all up when the game was finished. This really annoyed me and put me on the spot. I didn’t want to turn down my best friend’s offer. It was one thing to blow off the other guys. I did’t give a fuck about them. But Sean and I went way back, best friends since we were knee high. As soon as I said it I regretted it, but I agreed to host a game, just to try it out and see how it went. So the poker game was set for Friday night at 7:30 two weeks from then. Fuck! I really didn’t want to do this, but to hell with it. It was only one night. I silently swore I’d never do it again.

I didn’t say anything to Carrie about hosting the poker game at our house until the night of the game. And it figured- she got her nose out of joint about it.

I had come home from work and wandered into the bedroom where she was about done changing for going dancing with her girlfriends again. She looked hot. She was wearing a clingy print minidress with three quarter sleeves and a low cut square neckline that showed off a suggestion of the emerging swell of her breasts. She rarely wore a bra and didn’t really need one. The dress was a colorful print of red and gold splotches that resembled autumn leaves on a dark brown background and it barely came to mid-thigh. It flared from her waistline so when she danced that flimsy material was going to billow and rise and show off plenty of Carrie to anyone who was looking. There’d be a lot of guys looking. She looked gorgeous in a short dress and I loved it- when she was with me.

“Got plans for tonight?” I asked.

“I’m going to dinner and dancing with Jill and Mary” she said.

“I see” was my answer. “Again? Well, have fun. I’m gonna have a few guys over for poker tonight.”

“You’re hosting a poker game?” She was surprised, and didn’t appear pleased. She glared at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had plans before tonight?” she demanded.

“What difference does it make? You were planning a night out with your friends and you didn’t tell me until tonight either. You sure as hell weren’t planning on doing anything with me. What do you care how I spend the evening?”

“I just don’t like being left in the dark” was her incisive retort.

“We seem to be rowing in a circle here, Carrie. Put both your oars in the water. Once again, I’ll remind you that you didn’t share your own plans with me, and you never do til the last minute. And you still haven’t answered my own question. Why do you suddenly care what I do while you’re out getting drunk and felt up by anyone with the price of a Budweiser?”

She didn’t reply but she did start throwing things- an ashtray, a book, my work boots. She was stomping around grabbing whatever came readily to hand and launching it into the air, and fuming mightily while she did it. I laughed at her. My Carrie did a lot of childish things but I was truly surprised at her tantrum over this. It suddenly dawned on me that she expected me to be sitting alone at home wondering about what she was doing at the Keg, and more specifically, WHO she might be doing. That was what this was all about and I had ruined her plan with my indifference. My laughter might have been a good philosophical commentary but it proved to be a short term tactical error, unless I was jockeying to make her madder. She really went at it in earnest now, raging and ranging all over hell’s half acre and generally disturbing the peace. I confronted her then, I mean I actually got right in front of her.

“Jesus Christ, Carrie, calm the fuck down. What the hell is this all about?” I didn’t really expect her temperature to come down too quickly given the snit she was in, but I at least wanted to plant the seed that she was behaving like a again. She was being manipulative and was having a tantrum when it didn’t play out like she’d planned. If I got that wedge of an idea in her head I might be able to get her to own up to it later. It had happened before.

Carrie did calm down and stop the Godzilla impersonation but clearly she was in no mood to capitulate and admit she was way out of line. I reckon the thing to have done was to lay down the law and forbid any more girls’ nights out, and fight it out with her on that front. It wasn’t how I wanted my marriage to work and I didn’t want to have to issue ultimatums to my wife, but I knew then I had to get a handle on this, and soon. But tonight was bad timing. I wasn’t about to order her to stay home and enforce that command on this night of all nights. I had a bunch of guys coming over to play cards and get loaded and I didn’t need my sexy wife there, and pissed off at me to boot. It was too late to cancel the poker game and the last thing I wanted was her present in any mood, but especially on a tear like she was. As I was mulling over my dilemma, she solved that problem by storming out the door. I heard her jerk her car door open- and into the side of my new F250, the little brat- and quickly slam it shut. She tore out of the driveway, slammed the car in drive and highballed it down the street.

“Fuck me runnin’ “ was all I could think. This was gonna suck later, but for now an immediate disaster had been averted, and not a minute too soon, because right then Sean pulled into my driveway. I went out to help him haul in the beer.

“I just passed Carrie headed east like a bat out of hell” he said to me, sort of half smiling, tentatively, as it were.

“Yeah, we had another knock down drag out fight. She’s pissed off that I’m gonna be having a poker playing beer swilling reefer toking party instead of sitting here pining away for her sweet ass.”

Sean’s smile disappeared. Of all my friends he was the only one with absolute and complete control of his mouth. “Want to talk about it?” he ventured.

“Naw, not now. Maybe later. Right now I just want to get through this evening and try to figure out some way to get it ended early. I was never nuts about the idea and now I’m really sorry I buckled and agreed to it. That part isn’t about Carrie or even our fight tonight. I just really wasn’t into it from the get-go.”

“Shit” he said. “I guess I’m to blame for that. I kind of cornered you…..”

“No, stop that Sean. I agreed to it- you didn’t push me. You just offered to help out. I’m the one who caved in. Don’t sweat it. I’m not mad at you. Let’s just try to have a good time tonight, hope for an early night, and maybe I’ll get my mind off the way it began.”

We were inside by now and I got him a cooler and bag of ice from the freezer for the beer. As he was loading up the beer there was a knock on the door, and I went to find Ray and Gene on my front stoop.

“C’mon in guys” I said, and they tromped in each clutching a bottle. Ray had a fifth of Jack and Gene was holding a Bacardi. “I’ve got Coke for that rum, Gene. It’s in the fridge and the glasses are above the sink.” I knew Ray drank his Jack straight up, neat. He never missed a chance to tell about it, whether you had asked or not. Neither Ray nor Gene were particularly big guys- about average, but Ray had huge hands. He could hold a basketball in each hand, held straight out to his sides at arm’s length. They were ironworkers though so they were tough and had that ironworker attitude. All ironworkers thought they had to be the toughest -of-a-bitch on the planet. There was always a rivalry on jobsites between the trades, and it was by general consensus that the steel walkers won on the basis of overall orneriness. The bastards stuck together, too. Sean and I were brickies and while not at the top of the pecking order, it was a respected and tough job. We could hold our own.

“Who else is coming?” I asked Ray.

“Three guys I met last week from a Chicago local” he answered. “They seem like good guys and they were looking for a poker game.”

“Well I hope they aren’t planning to clean up on this game. I’ll still host the game but if they insist on high stakes I’ll bow out and won’t play.”

“ It’s cool” Ray said. “I filled ‘em in. Just a friendly game. The ante is just to make it interesting. You worry too much, brickie.”

“It ain’t worry, Ray. It’s just a sense of responsibility” and I smiled when I said it to show no hard feelings…not quite true, but he hadn’t really said anything wrong. He just had something about him that I didn’t quite trust. He was too smug, too sure of himself. He didn’t quite swagger, but he came close. “I don’t have money to lose” I finished.

Just then I heard a loud truck pull up in front of the house. I went to the door to wait for them and three guys piled out of a beat up old Ford pickup and waved. The driver looked hispanic. They walked up and introduced themselves- Mike, Tom and Javier. Mike and Tom were ordinary looking enough, but Javier was a real good looking guy, and over six feet tall, about Sean’s height. Javier was also the most friendly of the group, giving me a warm handshake without testing my grip. There was no accent when he spoke, so I ventured “You a Chicago native?”

“Yep,” he laughed. “Born in Chicago, raised over my grandpa’s bodega in South Chighetto.”

“Cool!” I told him, and I laughed. “I know a bartender with big tits from Cal Park.”

He grinned and grabbed his chest and said “Sorry to disappoint you, man. Even my sisters have small tits. They’re pretty though. We’re a family of fine asses”

“I bet they are pretty” I answered, giving him a sidelong look. Latina girls are hot. Javier was not quite pretty himself. He was good looking but had a chiseled face and a lean trim build.

“Yep- I’m a lifelong Sox fan” Javier added.

“Louis, I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” I said, then “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Louis.”

He and Sean laughed so I knew he’d got it. The other guys stared at me like I was drooling onto my shirt. I didn’t explain.

I passed out beers and we got down to business. I had picked up two new decks of cards and had thrown a blanket over the massively built dining room table. It was oak and was practically a piece of timber framing. It had been a wedding gift from my grandmother, not quite an heirloom but she had got it from her mother. You coulda parked a forklift on that table and not stressed it much. We cut for the deal and Ray won. We played a couple of hands, shooting the shit about jobs and general contractors, when Sean produced a lid of Sinsie and rolled a joint. I lost both hands, and grumbled about the deal like a seasoned player. Then the phone rang. I jumped up and went into the kitchen to answer it. It was Sean’s sister Mary.

“I thought you were going out to dinner and then to the Keg with Carrie” I said.

“Yeah, I started out but I’m at the hospital now.”

“Shit!” I exclaimed. “What happened? Is Carrie all right?’ Then, feeling guilty, “Are YOU all right?”

“Yeah Bill, we’re all fine. It’s my mom. Barney (One of the local deputies. He was a skinny officious little dweeb and we all called him Barney Fife.) saw my car at Papa’s restaurant and came in to tell me Mom had been in a car crash and was at the hospital. I’m calling to tell Sean.”

I hollered for Sean and waited. Sean and Mary’s mom was a sweetheart. She was real pretty once too but her old man had dumped her for the bottle and a slut from a small town nearby, and she was kind of hitting the skids lately, letting herself go.

When Sean finished and had hung up he just said “I gotta go.” and of course I said “Sure man”. I asked if he wanted me to come along, and he said no, it was better for now if just he and Mary went to see her, but he’d keep me posted.

“Well, tell your mom I love her, and I hope she’s all right” I told him, and watched his back as he nodded, grabbed his fringed leather jacket and hurried out the door. My night, already in serious freefall, was not getting any better. A fight with my wife, a poker game I didn’t really want and was losing at, my best friend’s mom in the hospital and now the only good friend I had at the game had to bail and leave. I went back to the table and gave the guys the news. They agreed among themselves immediately to give Sean’s ante back and handed it to me. We continued playing and I continued losing. Much more of this and I’d be out of the game. I had set myself a limit on how much I could lose, and at this rate it didn’t look like that would be long in coming. I never expected to clean up, but I also didn’t expect to never take a hand.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I heard Carrie’s car come boiling into the driveway and screech to a halt. She had a lead foot and I also recognized the signature lifter clatter on her Pinto. Directly she came sauntering into the dining room, carrying her jacket and looking eminently fuckable. Instead of coming to my side, she walked around behind Ray, whose back was to the wall. The absolute last thing I wanted this night was to have my wife in a sexy and revealing minidress hanging out in the same house with these guys. Especially given her volatility tonight!

What brings you home so early” I asked, and then added, “Guys, this is my wife Carrie” and recited the guys’ names. Ray and Gene whistled and looked her up and down, Ray twisting around in his chair to get a better look. She had definitely got the attention of the other three too. Javier alone said “Pleased to meet you Carrie.” Their eyes were boring holes in her. And safeguarding her holes was beginning to take some prominence in my thinking.

“So, you decided not to go to the Keg after all?” I asked.

“No, after Barney got hold of Mary I told her Sean was at our house playing cards. She said she’d call him from the hospital. Then Jill decided she didn’t want to go at all anymore and would head down to the hospital in case Mary needed her. Jill and Mary are real close- closer than I am- so I understand. I didn’t want to go by myself so I just came home.”

There was almost a whole joint sitting in the ashtray next to Ray that we had lit but only passed once and then let burn out. Ray picked it up, lit it and handed it behind him to Carrie, looking back at her and winking. She nodded, thanked him, and stood there smoking it. She didn’t pass it on, but lounged there Bogarting it.

For a few minutes we concentrated on our cards and Ray won big, the largest pot of the night so far. He grinned widely, looked at me and reached up to put his arm around Carrie’s waist. He pulled her in close and said “Your woman’s good luck for me when she stands next to me” he smirked. There was that fucking smirk again. I was beginning to solidify and codify my dislike of Ray.

“I’ve been losing all night. Maybe you’d better come stand by me for a few hands” I said, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. Half to my surprise, Carrie did just that, tossing her jacket and purse on a chair. I took her hand and smiled at her. She smiled sweetly back, maybe a little too sweetly I thought. It seemed like it was a bit too soon for her to be over her anger of earlier that night. Anyway, I’ll be damned if I didn’t win the next two hands with Carrie at my side, leaning into me and casually stroking my hair. “I just love these black curls of his” she cooed, looking around at the other men. She bent down and gave me a kiss. She put a lot more into that kiss than I was comfortable with in the present circumstances and the present company. I didn’t want to go anywhere near sex. I’d seen the lust in their eyes when they first saw my wife, and it didn’t seem to be diminishing a hell of a lot. The little bitch was planning on doing some cock teasing, I was sure of it.

I lost a hand, a small pot, and then won again, a bigger one. “Hey Carrie!” Gene said. “Ain’t it about my turn for some good luck now?” I made sure my grip on her waist was firm but she pulled away hard and wriggled out of it. I didn’t want to make a big issue out of it and look like an ass- or like I had lost the struggle- so I didn’t voice any objection, but I wasn’t happy at this turn of events. Carrie went to stand between Gene and Ray. Immediately Gene encircled her waist and she leaned into him and started stroking his hair, even leaning down to rest her cheek on his head. He grinned across the table at me, the asshole. Ray kept a close eye on Carrie’s ass and legs as she stood there but he kept his hands on his cards even though she was just inches away. Naturally I began losing again. My mind was definitely not in the game any more. I wasn’t sure how far she was going to take this, and I didn’t like where it was right now. Goddamn Gene won that hand. Right away, before Gene even had a chance to rake in his winnings, Mike spoke up and held his hands out to Carrie. “Come to Mikey, Carrie” he laughed. She smiled widely and dutifully walked around the table, on the side opposite me, squeezing behind Ray’s chair when there was plenty of room for two people to pass there and steadying herself by putting her hands on Ray’s shoulders. I saw her stroke his neck with her fingers as she passed.

She slid in behind Mike and pressed herself up against the back of his chair, putting her hands on his shoulders like she had with Ray. But before the deal was finished she began running her hands down to Mike’s chest, massaging his pecs and now and then running a hand up to his throat and neck, real soft and tender. All the guys were watching and laughing, having a real good time with Carrie’s game. As I recall I was feeling relatively mirthless, but I hadn’t figured out what I was going to do yet. She had me back on my heels and I figured she might just be trying to provoke me into doing something to make me look like an insecure and jealous prick, which I certainly was right then. I think it was right about then that Carrie swung slowly around so that she was alongside Mike, and she pressed her crotch right up against his arm, still stroking his chest and neck. She bent down and lightly kissed his hair, as her hips began to sway back and forth, rubbing her mound against Mike’s bicep. We tried to concentrate on the game but nobody was having much luck doing that. Carrie subtly began to change direction and soon she was sure as hell slowly and gently humping her mound on Mike’s upper arm. I’m not sure how Mike managed it- hell, I could barely hold onto my cards- but the -of-a-bitch won that hand. I was confused- jealous, angry and I hated to admit it to myself but getting hard as a rock. Carrie was hotter than a twenty dollar pistol and we were all feeling an upwelling in our loins.

Tom didn’t waste any time now and made a circle with his arms and motioned to Carrie. Ray sat directly across the table from me with Gene on his right and Mike on his left. I had Javier on my left and Tom at my right side. Carrie moved around behind Mike and took a place between Mike and Tom, keeping her distance from me. Tom put his arm around her and gripped her hip tightly. He began running his hand up and down her hip and side. He was holding her so tightly that he raised her dress a few inches with every upstroke. He was also gripping her flimsy dress between a couple of fingers to help him out in that objective. Mike’s eyes were glued to her rising hem. He was making sure he got a proper count of the pores in her thigh. Carrie leaned into him as she had with Gene and Mike and then put her arms around Tom’s neck. She began raising her left leg slightly and rubbing it against Tom’s leg and torso. This gave the guys tantalizing glimpses of her crotch as her already lifted skirt raised even higher. Then it happened. Tom made a quick move on the downstroke slipping his hand under the hem of Carrie’s skirt and began stroking the outside of her thigh under her dress. I couldn’t see that side very well as Tom partially blocked my view but I swear his hand was drifting to Carrie’s butt cheek ever so slightly. He was certainly rubbing her ass with his wrist as it was. This shit was getting out of hand! Carrie began to sway on her feet. She had finished the joint and was looking a little stoned.

It was coming to decision time. Until now Carrie hadn’t gone too far over the line- yet. She was straddling it though, with one foot on each side. Letting a guy stroke her bare skin under her skirt was definitely over the line though. If I asserted my authority here, what would she do? She was clearly egging me on, provoking me, and doing it out of spite. In that case, did I even give a fuck? If she defied me, which I realized all too realistically she just might, I’d have to manhandle her, Carrie being the scrapper she was. And if that happened what were the other guys going to do? I couldn’t take on all five of them and Sean wasn’t there to back me up. I had no idea what to expect. Javier seemed cool, but would he side with me if it came to it? I was pretty sure Ray and Gene would go against me just for the hell of it, and I knew they both wanted a piece of my wife by now. Did I want to get hardcore and go for a firearm if it actually came to that extreme? That was some serious shit, but if I put my foot down and they told me to go fuck myself I wouldn’t have much other recourse but to escalate radically or give in.

All this worrying and weighing my options was driving me nuts. Then I got really mad- at Carrie. The little snot had no idea what she was opening herself up for. These guys were all hard as nails ironworkers. She was used to the likes of Sean and I, who treated her with a respect she hadn’t quite earned. We showed her that respect because she was a woman (me because I loved her) and we were raised to treat women well. If she went on with this tease she might well bite off more than she could chew. She had put me in similar situations before, expecting me to cover for her smart mouth, but this was a whole other level of trouble and she could get seriously hurt, not to mention what might happen to me. “Fuck it!” I told myself. If she wants to play games maybe it’s time she learned a lesson. I’d watch her play this out and she’d find out for herself if she could call the dogs off once she’d let ‘em out. I’d still take the pain for her if she was in danger of real physical harm, but she started this, now let her finish it. I wasn’t happy about it but that was my decision. I tried one last time though.

Fucking Tom won that hand, would you believe it? Did the gods hate me that much? But I had to try to bring Carrie to her senses. “Carrie!” I called at her. There was anger in my voice. “Do you know what the fuck you’re doing?”

She jumped at the tone of my voice but she recovered quickly. “I’m not sure but it really feels good” and she gave me a cocky smirk and then giggled. I was getting pretty sick of all the smirking lately.

“Carrie, get your ass over here!” I demanded.

Right then the phone rang. I jerked my thumb in the direction of the kitchen, indicating that she go answer it. She went and I felt- prematurely- that I’d scored a point. After a couple of minutes she called me and I walked to the phone, a little shakily but I think I managed not to show it. Without a word she handed the phone to me and sashayed back into the dining room. I was glaring at her. I tried to grab her by the arm but she dodged me and stepped away. It was Sean on the phone. He said his mom was OK, just a few bruises when she crashed her car. She hadn’t been drinking. She had hit her head and they were going to keep her overnight. He planned to stay there all night. He’d sleep in the waiting room if he needed to. I wished him well and told him to give his mom a hug from me. Sean wasn’t going to be back tonight even for moral support.

Reluctantly I trudged back to the poker table. Carrie was sitting on Javier’s lap with an arm around his neck. If it wasn’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all. So much for backup from Javier. She glanced teasingly at me and sweetly told me “Poor Javier’s had a terrible night. He hasn’t had any luck rub off on him at all and he’s lost the last five hands.” I sat down and picked up my cards. I didn’t even know where I stood at that point with my winnings and losings. “Yeah. My own luck isn’t running so hot tonight either Carrie” was all I said in resignation.

Carrie’s legs were crossed and Javier had a hand on her knee, his thumb on the outer side and his fingers stroking up to her inner thigh, right at the hem of her dress. After a minute his strokes got longer and his hand went up under her skirt. He probably couldn’t get to her pussy because of her crossed legs but that dress was short so he wasn’t far from it. Then she uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs slightly, an open invitation to go for it. All I had to do was think “Well at least this isn’t happening” and presto! She’d go ahead and do just that. Carrie and Javier were getting a lot of scrutiny from the others so the card game was moving slowly, but it hadn’t stopped completely. She buried her face in his neck and snuggled in closely, moaning softly and caressing his chest with her free hand. She nibbled and bit at his neck and kissed him thirstily. Now and then Javier would reach up to fondle and squeeze a breast through her dress. Javier was busy under Carrie’s skirt, out of sight, but it looked like he was working over her cunt. At least she still had her panties on. They groped and felt each other up for a few minutes and then, as I’m sure you’ve predicted, Javier won the hand. I was beginning to feel cursed. It was uncanny the way she was actually bringing good luck to the guys she was teasing.

Ray piped right up “Back to me again honey!” but I told him it was my turn now.

Carrie immediately said “You can have me any time, lover” with emphasis on ‘lover’, and she strolled over to Ray and plopped in his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a juicy kiss on his lips, dragging that kiss out for at least a full minute. They were doing some tongue dueling while they were in there. She turned back to me and smiled wickedly, then began kissing and nibbling Ray’s neck. He planted his huge hand on her hip and started squeezing and rubbing her ass through her dress. After a while the thrill of that began to pale for him and looking to open up new territory he ran his hand up her dress, dragging the hem up with it and cupped Carrie’s cheek in his massive paw. His hand was so big it covered her little bubble butt. His fingertips were in her butt crack and his thumb on her hip. Carrie really began to writhe and squirm at that. He was really mauling her now, and finally he threw his cards down and turned her around to face him. That picture, of Ray’s enormous hand enclosing, gripping and squeezing my wife Carrie’s ass, and stroking up and down her nearly naked hip and thigh was one that would be burned in my brain forever. He was staking a claim to her, however temporary it might turn out to be. I still get hard when that image pops up whether bidden or not. And when I get aroused it pops up a lot, to this day.

She stood briefly and threw her leg over his and came back down straddling him facing him. They began making out in earnest now. One hand went up to grab a breast and the other continued groping Carrie’s ass. Now and then he’d reach down to her ass with both hands and lift her bodily, rubbing her mound against his belly and spreading her still covered cheeks. Her dress had ridden up to her waist and her little black boy shorts were buried in her crack, baring more of her tender flesh. Ray was probing under those shorts with his fingers and squeezing her cheeks like he was making lemonade. He was making juice but it was something a lot tastier than lemonade. He was probing her pussy and delicate little puckered asshole- you could see it beneath her panties. Ray had slipped her dress off her shoulders and dragged it down her upper arms, limiting how much she could move them, but low enough so he could get at her tits and he was sucking and working her nipples like a starving man.

Gene was getting lonely. “Hey Ray, share some of that sweet meat, will you?” and Ray grumbled but obligingly picked Carrie up by her waist and sat her on Gene’s lap. Now it was Gene’s turn to maul her luscious globes. They were beginning to get red from the working over they were getting. He was gnawing on her tits and her nipples were swollen as big as I’d ever seen them. Ordinarily she demanded I be gentle with them in this state but she wasn’t complaining now. She whimpered a bit and yelped now and then but she sure wasn’t trying to stop him. She hadn’t been in Gene’s lap for more than a few minutes when Mike got antsy and demanded a turn. Gene stood, holding Carrie with her legs wrapped around him. He put her down and Ray grabbed her by a leg and an arm and Gene got the other side. They carried her over to Mike and plunked her down across his thighs. He went at her voraciously. It looked like he was going to chew her pretty little tits right off and swallow them. Their lips were wet with saliva, both his and Carrie’s, and probably some from Ray and Gene too. She had even less time on Mike’s lap than she had with Gene before Tom wanted some action.

The guys were really considerate of each other, the pricks. Mike surrendered Carrie to Tom good naturedly and Tom attacked her with gusto. Now she was right next to me on Tom’s lap, and although I was still conflicted about having let this continue without a fight, my cock was hard enough to crack walnuts. His hands were ranging all over her, over and under her dress. He wanted to touch every square centimeter of her succulent young body. He had spread his own legs trying to force hers even further apart. That gave him better access to her taint and her pussy from behind, although she still had those lacy boy shorts on. I reached in there myself for a feel. I slid my finger inside her shorts. It was a tight fit so I grabbed her panties at the crotch and pulled them down in back as best I could. With her legs wrapped around Tom I didn’t get them very far but it gave just enough slack to get my fingers under them. She was gushing girl juice. That pussy was soaked and dripping. I stuck a finger in her and a few seconds later Tom reached in between their bodies and got a finger in her from the front. We pumped in and out of her slowly, randomly, each marching to the heartbeat of our own lust. I pulled my own finger out and licked it, then went back for more and sucked that off my finger too. Carrie was working her hips up and down, fucking into the fingers invading her cunt. She was a wanton slut, a bitch in heat.

“Hey guys!” It was Javier. Not waiting for Tom to relinquish her he had stepped around behind me to arrange delivery himself. He took her hand and staggered backward to his chair and fell onto it, his tongue clearly trying to probe down her throat. Every so often he’d move down to her breasts, but Javier was a slower and more gentle lover. He took his time and savored her instead of the feeding frenzy that had gripped the others. We all watched him caress and taste her for several minutes. From the moaning and cooing sounds she was making she was loving this. She squirmed and wriggled on his lap, trying to find just the right spot to grind her aching cunt against him.

Javier held her and stroked her, kissing her tenderly all over her face and neck. Every so often he remembered her delectable young breasts and leaned down to lick and suck them. His hands spent a lot of time on her gorgeous ass, gently squeezing and roving all over. Then he brought his hands up to her waist and plunged them inside the waistband of her panties. They were loose of course from me pulling them down a bit to get my own fingers in there and he got them low enough to expose her entire butt. He ran his fingers up and down her crack. They disappeared behind the rolled up panties which were now rolled under her ass. He was rubbing her little brown assbud. He stood her up, the skirt of her dress fell loosely and needing to get those pants out of the way, he reached under Carrie’s skirt and sliding his fingers inside the roll at her waist he pulled them down to her knees. When he let go they fell the rest of the way to her ankles. He put a hand at the back of each knee and pulled forward, encouraging her to step up and out of them. She obliged in a half lidded daze, her gaze at the ceiling as she panted. Then he raised her skirt again and was staring right at her bare glistening pussy just an inch from his mouth. Her pubic hair was wet and matted. It was utterly soaked with her juices. I expected it, we all expected it and she was obviously hungry for it- he buried his face in her mound and began snaking his tongue into her cleft, probing for her clit. As he licked and sucked she weakly leaned back against the table edge and spread her legs a bit further, giving him a better angle and easier access to her starving, throbbing pussy. She kept her head tilted back and swayed slightly, her hands white knuckled and gripping the table edge .

By now I noticed that Gene had his cock out of his fly and was slowly stroking his dick, watching the action next to him intently. He was next in the circle. It must have been about the same time that the other ironmen noticed Gene jerking his own iron, and cocks began to sprout up all around the table. A zipper would go down and they’d reach in and draw out a rock hard cock. I was rubbing my own dick through my jeans but kept it under wraps for now. I was half afraid if I touched it I’d shoot my load inside my britches, I was so excited. My anger had begun to recede, superseded by my burning arousal. The notion of watching my wife with another guy had always tweaked my libido but that was a forbidden fantasy, one you could never admit to anyone for shame and fear of being branded a fucking pervert. Actually watching it play out before my eyes was a heady, no, a dizzying experience. I really no longer had any of my wits about me.

Looking at Carrie’s face she was in a zone of sexual ecstasy, barely aware of anything a foot away from her fevered young body. She was homed in and riveted on her desire and whoever was stoking it at the moment, and it was kind of that way for me too. It’s occurred to me later that I was getting a vicarious kick out of her molten heat, like sympathetic labor pain, sort of. I felt like I was being ravaged too. And in a way, I was. They call it compersion now, deriving pleasure from the pleasure of your partner. It was years later before I’d hear that word, but I was feeling it now as if I was almost sharing her body. I had lost control just like she had and was being commanded by her and my own desire. I had given up any personal volition and an evil combination of sexual id and raging hormones was driving us. Carrie and I, whatever the state of our relationship, were bound together in this thing by our marriage and by our love, twisted as that may sound. We were linked together in it now.

Gene had had enough of waiting and reached over for Carrie, taking her by the upper arm and pulling her from Javier’s lap. The Latino gave her up reluctantly, but give her up her did. Gene had pivoted his chair around facing Javier and took Carrie by the shoulders, pulling down til she knelt between his spread knees. “Wait a minute” he said, and he stood to peel his jeans down to the floor. He got them tangled in his boots and Javier reached over and yanked a boot off, anxious to get on with this and impatient of delay. The pants came off one foot and Gene sat down, his britches wound around the other ankle and trailing away in front of him. Carrie lifted up and pulled the jeans under her knees for padding.

She knew what came next, anyway she knew what she wanted next and she leaned in over Gene’s cock, lowering her face to it. She reached out with her tongue and licked the large clear pearl of precum from his dickslit. She shuddered. The underside of his cock was copiously wet with it, and she wound her tongue over that, audibly slurping it up with just the tip of his cock in her mouth. She made light smacking sounds as she lavished Gene’s cock with her warm tongue and suckled with her lips. Javier reached to her and pulled her long brown tresses back and held them so we could watch her suck Gene’s dick. She arched back and pulled her head down to suck a testicle into her mouth, her hand firmly jacking his cock at the same time, then the the other testicle followed past her lips. Gene rolled his head back on his neck and groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. She sucked him for a full two minutes I guess. (Who could keep track of time when this was playing out before their eyes? I sure as hell couldn’t. It was happening outside of time.)

Ray wanted that hot mouth around his cock now. He seized Carrie by the waist and lifted her up, back pedaling a couple of steps to his chair. He had pulled his boots and pants off in anticipation and was stone hard and ready for her. I was surprised that his cock wasn’t bigger. He had those huge hands and feet, but his cock was no longer than mine, maybe six and a half inches. It was fat though! Not beer can thick, but still a hefty hunk of hardon. Carrie stared at at for a minute, examining it. She had always bridled at the huge cock fetish, saying what good is it if you can’t use it all? She was small and her pussy was small and tight. Now and then I would bottom out and hit her cervix in certain positions and she said that hurt. So now she had what appeared to be the perfect cock for her- not too long and massive in girth. I shamelessly walked around next to them to look- I’d been worried about his cock size ever since I fixated on those giant paws on Carrie’s ass. Tentatively she stretched out to lick his glans, lapping up his shining precum. His dick was slick with it. She began edging the head of that fat log into her mouth. Carrie’s mouth was built along the same lines as her cunt- it produced a lot of heat and emotion but wasn’t very big. I was curious to see if she could fit it in her mouth. Slowly she pushed and sucked. Ray was in heaven and wasn’t pushing back. He let her do it on her own. She managed to get the mushroom head and maybe another couple of inches in and then pulled out. She looked up at Ray and said “I can’t go any further without biting you. Your cock is so big it hits my back teeth and won’t go into my throat.”

“That’s OK baby, you’re doing fine. It feels so good just what you’re doing. Suck it!”

And she went right back to work. She slurped and suctioned on the cockhead and bobbed up and down as far as she could when Ray began to visibly clench up. She pulled him out of her mouth right away. “Not yet. Let’s save that for later, Ray. The other guys are waiting for me.” I immediately figured she wanted that monster and its load in her pussy and was saving him for that.

She walked to Mike on her knees and without preamble or foreplay devoured his pulsing twitching cock. He’d pulled off his jeans but left his boxers on and his dick was sticking out the fly and dancing on its own. Carrie went to town on that prick. She really got into it when she could work the whole shaft. She sucked right down to the base and pulled back, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. After only a minute it was obvious he wasn’t going to last, so with a smile at him she pushed herself up with her hands on his knees, leaned forward and kissed him deeply. “We aren’t done yet, lover” she stage whispered, loudly enough for us all to hear.

Taking his cue from the fellated before him Tom was ready, naked and waiting. He had shed not only his boots and pants but his shirt and socks too. We all knew where we wanted this to go and he wasn’t going to miss out or delay it. Carrie repeated her soulful kiss with Mike on Tom’s mouth, and he crushed her body to him, gripping her ass and plastering her to him. He wanted her as naked as he was and he yanked her skirt up past her breasts. She had no choice but to raise her arms or tear the dress or be hurt by it. The dress went flying and Tom pushed her to her knees. She wasted no time swallowing his dick. He fucked her back, with no regard for her whatever, pounding in and out of her mouth.

She met him thrust for thrust, not giving a bit of ground. I swear her eyes were smiling up at him but her head was jerking back and forth so much I couldn’t be sure. Her little tits were bouncing jiggling and swaying. There wasn’t much warning when he came. He threw his head back and howled as he emptied his balls into my wife’s mouth. She felt his cock swell and twitch and she had backed all but his cockhead out of her mouth to take his cum on her tongue. Carrie loved the taste of semen and especially loved the feeling of a hot jet of jism squirting onto her tongue. My pride and joy for better or for worse didn’t spill a drop, and she kept milking and sucking until Tom begged her to let him up. He collapsed back onto his chair and hung there limp, panting and smiling. Even in her doped state of wanton lust, Carrie grinned, proud of herself. Her eyes went to Javier.

But Ray had other ideas and his consideration for his pals had lost out to his hunger for Carrie. He stepped swiftly around the table and picked Carrie up by the waist, unceremoniously dumping her on her back on the table between Tom and I. He jerked her legs open and took her by the hips, pulling her cunt to the edge of the table. He bent down and dove his face into her slick pussy and began to lick, suck and nibble. Carrie writhed and bucked under the onslaught of his tongue. He sucked her labia into his mouth- it looked like he was going to swallow her whole, pussy first. I hadn’t seen her cum yet tonight and knew that with that kind of cunt licking she couldn’t be much longer to succumb. I was right. Ray spent only a minute- maybe less- sucking her clit and pleasuring her when she arched her back right up off the table and growled out “Arrrrrgh!” and then began panting heavily and quivering all over.

Her chest hadn’t stopped heaving when Ray stood and pushed his cockhead up against her dripping cunt lips. I was grateful that he didn’t ram it right in- I was afraid that given the sexual frenzy we were all in he’d forget about his size…and about how tiny my wife’s pussy was. Ray slowly put pressure against her labia. Almost imperceptibly his dickhead began to disappear into her slit. Time froze and like seeing their first porn flick we all crowded around glued to the action on my dining room table. By the time Ray was nearly all the way in- maybe an inch to go- Carrie’s breathing had changed and now it was more like she was lowering her ass into a steaming hot bath. I heard her emit a soft: “Whew whew whew ah ah ah ah” nonstop, just like she did when I’d start fucking her hard. Now it was Ray’s massive cock prising into her that was pacing her breath.

Javier had positioned himself at the far side of the table near Carrie’s head and was poised to crawl up there, but he waited for Carrie to adjust to the big cock working its way into her. Ray began to slowly stroke, and by the third stroke or so his pelvis was slapping her ass cheeks. He began to pick up the pace then, and before long there came a smacking sound as he slammed into her balls deep over and over. Those balls were swinging underneath his crotch like bells. He looked like a rutting virile bull.

Ray was now pistoning into her, driving her ass off the table on the intake stroke and dropping her cheeks back down on the exhaust stroke. He pounded for all he was worth, and she started coming again. This time she let out a low moan between huffs and puffs. It sounded like “Oof, oof, oof” underneath the moan. By this time Javier had tired of waiting and knelt by her head. Somebody handed him a sofa pillow and they put it under her head to raise it her up a bit. Javier pressed his dick to her lips and she sucked it greedily in. She moaned around his cock but held it firmly in her mouth with one hand as she bobbed in and out on it. I watched the blowjob for a while when Ray suddenly came with a roar. I looked back at him and he was ground tightly into her pussy, her ass poised four or five inches off the table, and he was gripping her hips so tightly I thought he might hurt her. She didn’t seem to notice.

Spent, Ray backed out of her, still pretty hard, with an audible squish and pop. That was a big dick. I saw a little white glob of Ray’s cum following and oozing out of Carrie’s slit. Mike instantly stepped into place, and rubbed his cock up and down in the slick juices of her well fucked cunt before driving into her all the way in one stroke. Mike’s dick was slightly longer that the rest of us but otherwise there was nothing remarkable about it. I suppose it was special to him though, and by the way Carrie reacted I believe she thought it was quite nice herself. She raised to meet his every upstroke, reaching back to grab his ass in encouragement with her free hand. She stroked as far as she could reach, to his upper thigh and ass and back up to his back. While I was thus preoccupied with the fucking of Carrie Javier came in her mouth with a groan, and Tom replaced him quickly. He straddled her chest with a knee on either side of her. Javier helped him hold her head up off the pillow and Tom facefucked her while she lay there on her back, Mike’s cock thrusting in and out of her throbbing pussy. Carrie quivered as she lay there. I think once she started coming she never really stopped. Her eyes were glazed and unseeing.

Mike came quickly and Gene, who had been hovering close by brushed past him for his turn at pumping Carrie’s pussy. He got right to work and she responded with enthusiasm. My prickly but horny little bride loved to get fucked and she was getting the fucking of her life now. Gene fucked into her for two or three minutes before he came. He must have been pretty worked up from the unfinished blowjob Carrie had given him and I reckon that had him on a hair trigger. Tom didn’t hang back. He was hard again and hadn’t had her pussy yet. He wanted it badly now. Hell, we could all smell her and feel her heat. The whole room smelled like sex.

Javier stepped up next to Tom and whispered in his ear. Tom nodded and pulled out of Carrie. He lay down on the table beside her on his back, and rolled Carrie over onto him. He got Carrie on her knees and sat her down on his cock. He scooted a bit to get them right at the edge of the table and Javier stepped in between his legs. He spit on her asshole and began working it in with his finger. After a bit he plunged in another finger, keeping her wet with his saliva. Carrie was rocking back and forth on the fingering and on Tom’s dick. Now Javier inserted a third finger and Carrie didn’t utter a peep or bat an eye. “Bueno” said Javier, and removing his fingers leaned forward to replace them with his dick. Mike clambered up on the table and to to his knees, waving his cock in Carrrie’s face. As Javier slid into Carrie’s asshole she put her head down against Tom’s forehead and let out a long “Ahhhh!” As he began to stroke he rocked her back and forth on Tom’s cock in her pussy and she went back to her “Huff, huff, huff” chant. God, I loved that sound she made. She then noticed Mike’s dick in her face for the first time and she smiled as she sucked him in.

Three guys were fucking my wife in every hole this Friday night in my dining room. It had been a wild night but I had no frame of reference for this. The idea of her being fucked by another guy was on its own a secret thrill never to be even uttered in a whisper and here she was she was fucking anything with a cock tonight. Five different guys who she’d never seen until two hours ago had all dipped their wicks in her delicious little married pussy, and she had willingly, hell greedily, sucked their cocks. All right in front of me. All with me there to watch, to see it all.

The fourway took a while. Javier blew his load in her ass and sat down, exhausted for now. One by one they came. Ray was hard again and lay down for another round and Carrie lifted her leg over him and squatted onto his cock. This time he slid in easily and she sat right down on his engorged dick. Mike, also erect once more due to Carrie’s cocksucking ministrations, moved around behind her and lined his rod up with her asshole. The rest of us watched with a kind of stupefied awe. Carrie showed no sign of flagging. Could this woman ever get enough?

Finally Ray came and his head and arms fell limp. Carrie clung to him for balance. Mike kept fucking her ass for a few more minutes, Carrie still perched on top of Ray, who made no effort to get out from under her. Finally Mike too came, and slipped out of her, softening. He fell into an upholstered side chair and sat there grinning happily. Ray rolled Carrie off of him onto her back and slid awkwardly off the table, heading for the bathroom. Carrie lay there on her back with her knees up, leaking semen and her own juice. Her thighs and belly were slick and shining with bodily fluids, a mixture of saliva, semen and her own vaginal secretions. Her abdomen was wet and shining with sweat and dribbled semen. She glowed all over. My wife was the personification of heat and lust. I walked over next to her and leaned in to look at her. Her eyes were closed and I leaned across the table and kissed her softly. Her face and lips were smeared with cum and spit but I didn’t care. Her eyes opened and she looked at me with a serene face until she recognized me, a look that changed to one of trepidation. Did she for once realize that she’d gone too far, way too far, beyond return or redemption? She did look scared and I thought I saw regret. I wasn’t sure at all what I was feeling myself, but my arousal had been at the height of the Himalayas all night and I had not come yet.

I slid off the table to get my feet on the floor and reached out to take her by her raised thighs, pulling her to me. I unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down, kicking out of them. My cock was still titanium hard and I slid it gently into Carrie’s well fucked cunt. I pulled her thighs up to my chest and looped her calves over my shoulders. Slowly and as tenderly as I could manage, I began to make love to her. I didn’t know if this would be the last time, or an especially memorable session…or what. I went slowly, certain that I wouldn’t be able to last. I heard the guys gathering their clothes and dressing, but it was a dimly perceived background hum, white noise. I paid them no attention, and neither did Carrie. She was looking into my eyes with an inscrutable expression, no longer her anger of earlier or her insatiable lust during the gang fuck. It wasn’t a look of fear anymore either. I couldn’t read her. Instead I took what I wanted the way I wanted it, as if it might really be her last memory of me. I wanted it to be a good one.

Carrie’s hair was streaked with sweat and her face glistened with it. She had both wet and drying spots of semen around her mouth and running down her cheeks. Her poor mauled breasts and tortured swollen nipples looked tender to the point of pain. Honestly, she never looked more beautiful to me. Her abused and overused cunt was sloppy and slick and it felt wonderful.

I surprised myself, and probably Carrie too, and lovingly fucked her for several minutes, slowly and tenderly fucking my young wife. During that time all our guests left quietly. I was gently rubbing Carrie’s clit with a thumb while I fucked her and she came again. Tears formed in her eyes and she closed them. I continued gently thrusting into her and when I came it was intense. A lot of pent up emotion went into that orgasm and went out with it too.

I fell forward onto her and rested there for a while, then I stood, pulled her up with me and carried her to the bathroom. I propped her on the stool and got the shower ready. She was looking pretty shaky and was unsteady on her feet so I stripped down and lifted her into the shower with me, letting her brace herself against me. I gently, lovingly soaped and cleaned her abused body. Her ass cheeks and pussy lips were red and swollen. Her once little puckered brown rectum still gaped a bit, red and sore, and her nipples and areolae had suffered too. They were puffed up to an angry red. I shampooed her long golden hair and rinsed it. I took care to be very gentle with her, hosing her off with the warm shower head and then patted her dry. Then I carried her to our bed, tucking her in, and I crawled in beside her facing her. Her eyes were shut but when I went to roll over she grabbed me and pulled me back facing her. We lay like that for a long while, me staring at Carrie, her eyes closed, and me willing myself not to think.

She finally drifted into sleep- it probably only took a few minutes really, and she rolled over facing the wall. I spooned in behind her and put my arm over her resting my hand between her breasts. Mercifully I faded into sleep soon after.

Tomorrow. Who knew what would happen tomorrow?

Thanks for reading. I love good feedback!

Definitely a cut above the average story. You don't often see 'volubly demurred' used in a dirty story.

I've never heard the phrase intake and exhaust stroke before

Thank you for sharing Kzoo,

but it begs one question: What have you got against the Dukes of Hazzard?

I hated the Dukes when the show was new and I still hate it. It was pure idiotic pap, several rungs lower on the scale of creative filmmaking than "Gilligan's Island". Catherine Bach's ass was the only contribution to American culture the show ever made...and that's considerable since she had one spectacular ass. The fairy tale good ole boy nature of the Dukes was one more insipid attempt to resurrect the concept of the good natured southern cracker in the misbegotten pop culture phenomenon "The South Will Rise Again!" prevalent at the time. I fervently hoped then that it would never happen. I grew up and spent my working life with ignorant redneck motorheads. I concede that they have their good points. They just don't have very many of them.