Hello Chip
Sorry for taking so long! Take it from me kidney stones aren’t a laughing issue. The closest thing we guys will ever feel to “birthing” something!
Finally able to sit and type, without it feeling like a 2×4 had been thrusted into my kidney. Finally got a possible continuation to the story ready. My current thinking is part three is when more conversation both pleasant and unpleasant will occur along with violence that will split the pair. Just like before give a read and let me know what you think
Part Two
Little flashes of light comes though the flickering eyelids. A low moan of distress breaks the silence of the air. Slowly the flickering eyes open wider, indiscreet shapes that take on a familiar look about them. The back of her head still aches, just like it did when she passed out.
With eyes still adjusting to the light, the head moves recognizing things as things in her living room. Her mind turns back to the last thing she remembers. ““Now Stephanie, were you cheating on me already?” That voice of… , her brow furrows, did she even know the name of the man who helped her home. Wait, that’s why things look familiar, this is my home!
Slowly raising herself up on her elbows, her head spinning a bit as she looked around. Attempting to rise a little higher up, a surge from her stomach coming up her esophagus, a little acidic burp in the back of her throat, makes her lay back down before anything came out of her mouth.
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In The Kitchen
Ricky and Gerald sat at the breakfast nook, filling their faces with some pulled pork, making for tortillas from a tupperware container in the fridge. Both had two bottles of water in front of them, one emptied the other with a couple of swallows out of them. Ricky complaining to Gerald who was attempting to drill his vision through the wall to see inside the living room.
“Christ there’s nothing in the bible about drinking wine and I’m damn sure if you look hard enough it says “You Shall not call piss, wine!”
In the sink an empty bottle of wine upside down in the drain. It’s contents down the drain. Alongside it a dirty bowl with the scraps of salad like cut vegetables. Ricky picked up his plate and ‘frisbee-ed” it to the sink, which hit the wine bottle before breaking into pieces after landing in the sink.
“Worse though was calling that stuff “pulled pork”. I have had string with more flavor and that was more tender than that shit!”
“Jesus Ricky, Anything else you want to complain about?” Pausing to take another bite of his sandwich. “Maybe you just want to take off right now while I stay here and enjoy the future Mrs. Gerold Norton!”
“Oh please quit thinking with your crotch and grow up!’ Getting up. Going to the kitchen garbage can and tossing the rest of his sandwich into it. “Have you thought about what you are going to do about her current husband, asshole?”
“What one fuck from me and she’ll forget all about him!”
Ricky began laughing at that, Walking back to the table, “Sure she will Gerold, she’ll probably forget everything the moment any cock thrusts into her pussy!”
Gerold bolted out of his chair, knocking it backwards from him. “You take that back or so help me, I’l…”
That was as far as he got before Ricky’s right fist smashed against his jaw, which apparently was made of glass. Like a ton of bricks, Gerold spun and collapsed to the linoleum. Ricky watched him for a minute.
“Well what do you know, out like a light!”
An evil look came over his face. Without saying anything, Ricky started for the living room, kicking the door open then walking in, going past the couch and going straight to the staircase and going up to the next floor. Going straight to the bedroom, Ricky saw the figure on the bed trying to squirm to free himself from the bed. Standing in the open door, Ricky started to taunt the person.
“Well old man, looks like old wifey is going to cheat on ya and you can’t do anything about it but watch!”
Coming over to the bed, Ricky began to untie the person’s feet. Only to re-bind them but with enough slack that he would be able to waddle like a penguin. Then he untied the hands from the bed frame only to re-bind them tight together since the arms weren’t needed to walk.
I forced him to walk in front of me, when we got to the top of the stairs, I stopped him and leaned in close to him “Try anything stupid and you’ll go down the stairs, head first!” Nudging him to the edge of the first stair. “You understand me?”
He nodded his head and Down the stairs I forced him. Ten steps later we are down on the main floor where I force him to enter the living room where he stops after seeing old wifey lying naked on the couch. I push him in the back so that he goes towards the chair that was sitting across the end of the couch. Stopping his and turning him so his back was to the front of the couch.
“Sit down and enjoy the show!”
I push against his chest and he stumbles back against the edge of the couch and collapses into the seat of the chair. “MMRGH!”
From the couch comes a weak “Leave Rich alone!”
Turning back to the couch, I see that she’s trying to rise up, which I stop by raising my left leg high enough to place the sole of my shoe on her chest and press it back down to the cushion of the seat. “Don’t try anything stupid or your old man’s gonna sit there until all his blood bleeds out of him!”
Stephanie’s face blanches as she resettles onto the couch. That was when I felt that I had her right where she should be, willing to do anything to protect her man. Now I just had to prove that and I knew exactly how. “Do what I tell you and he’ll be alive when I leave!” Moving to undo my pants, then in a similar threatening voice. “Spread your legs and tell me to…”
Stephanie shakes her head as she looks at me, then looks to old Rich boy and she reluctantly opens her legs, placing her left foot on the floor. In that weak voice from before “Please sir would you f-f-f-uck me-e-e-e-e-e!”
As the words come out of her mouth, I turn my head to look at the expression on old Rich’s face. A face of resignation, since he was well aware that he couldn’t do a damn thing to help her. Turning back. Looking at the junction between her legs. Seeing a bit of stubble above her pussy lips and thought, *Christ this is what Gerold wants for the rest of his life?”*
Just shaking those thoughts out of my mind, I move to get on top of her, slightly pressing her into the cushion of the couch seat. With my cock touching her pussy opening, I sneered at her and thrusted in fast and deep. Apparently Stephanie has never experienced this type of raw sex before, for she cried out in pain and shame which was pure music to my ears.
I didn’t give her any time to adjust to how i started to fuck her. Pulling out, then just as fast as the first time, I was back inside her getting a little deeper. Each thrust after that kept the same pace because I didn’t give a damn if I was hurting her nor if she was enjoying her first of many fucks today. My goal was to find out how Gerold thought she was going to sexually please him.
A good three minutes passed before I felt myself tense up and from the kitchen doorway. I heard.
“What the fuck do you think your doing, Ricky?”
Oh great, I just began to spasm into her pussy when Gerold came in!
To Be Continued
