Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT.NOW!!!! All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This material is Copyright. (C) AnnabelleandJay 2002.All Rights Reserved. A Wife in Venice California - Part Two Written by AnnabelleandJay Chapter 5 Randy ran back to the house, pausing only to throw the videocassette into the trashcan, before going in. He sat down on the sofa in the darkened living room, devastated and depressed and soon he started to drink. Drinking would help him cope, he thought. Drinking would help him forget. After two bottles of vodka and two hours of sulking in the dark, Randy was still unable to forget. He sat sprawled on the hardwood floor, drunk, besotted, and unable to stand up. Erotic, fantastic images danced on the walls of the darkened room. Huge penises swirled around the room, images of breasts pierced through the nipples. He saw his wife's face, her eyes, and her lips. He saw her lips open and a massive cock plunge deep into her throat. From outside, he could hear it calling. "I'm here. I'm here," he could make out the sounds. A whisper. An invitation. A call. "Come get me." It was the damned videotape Suzanne had handed to him. Despite throwing it in the trashcan, he had spent the last hour thinking about it. Somewhere in the blurred recesses of his brain, he wondered what more it would reveal about his wife. He couldn't take it any longer. Randy struggled to his feet and staggered out of the front door, and started down the stairs, only to fall, face first on the lawn. He tried to stand again, but fell twice more in the process and now had resorted to crawling. He pulled his knees up under him and crawled around the side of the house to the trashcans, stopping only twice, both times to vomit. Digging around in the trashcan, Randy knew he had reached the depth of his misery. Overtaken by the smell of the garbage, he vomited again. Then, once more, he dove back into the trash, until, at last, he retrieved the discarded videocassette. His drunken mind was now captive, held hostage to the obsession of watching the tape, seeing Suzanne, his beautiful wife Suzanne, on the television screen. Back inside the house, Randy pushed the cassette into the player and the screen brightened. There was Suzanne, standing in front of the camera. Her long brown hair fell loosely around her face. She was wearing the same gold evening dress that Arlene had worn earlier that very night. Randy could see that Suzanne, like Arlene, wore a gold garter belt and the outrageous front slit of the dress separated it all the way up to her waist, revealing that she was panty less. Her vagina glistened with her trimmed mat of dark pubic hair. The dress hid no more of Suzanne's breasts than it had of Arlene's earlier. Her swollen mounds were totally exposed, except for the narrow swath of fabric running up over her nipples and closing around behind her neck. Her makeup was heavy, almost whorish, Randy thought. Randy could tell from the hard look on her face that this would not be pleasant as Suzanne spoke directly to the camera. "Randy, now that I know the kind of woman you like, it will make it a lot easier for me to pay off our debt to Phil and Arlene." Suzanne lifted up a pair of scissors and whacked off several lengths of her long brown hair and continued until she had cut it all to shoulder length. She reached over and pulled on a blonde wig, the same wig he had seen her wear in the video as Suzy Q. She adjusted the wig onto her head and spoke again to the camera. "You see, Randy, I know all about you and Denise," she said holding several of the photos up to the camera. "So, if you like fucking bimbos, I thought I'd give it a try and spend some of this month taking bimbo lessons. That's among other things I'll be doing for Phil and Arlene." Randy was dumbstruck. He looked at Suzanne on the screen and thought that if she'd triple the size of her tits, she would look exactly like Denise. The wig was amazing in creating the resemblance. "So, enjoy the show," she said with a pregnant smile and blew him a kiss. The screen went to black, stayed that way for several seconds and the image flickered up. The camera was in a hotel room, the large king size bed dominating the picture. Randy could hear the door of the room open and voices as people entered. The Suzanne was being pulled, violently dragged in front of the camera. She was dressed as she had appeared earlier, blonde wig, gold evening dress, no panties, and gold high heels. Except Randy could see that Suzanne's pubic hair was now shaved completely off as she stood in front of the camera. A tall, black man stood next to her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and was firmly holding her. Immediately, two more black men came on screen as all four of them walked over to the bed. "So, fellas," one of the black men said, "I think it's time this white slut had her first taste of big, black cock, don't you?" "I heard that," one answered quickly. Within seconds, all three of the men had pulled their clothes off and were naked. Large, dangling black cocks filled the screen as Randy watched his wife try and struggle to get away. One of the naked men grabbed her and laughed. Suzanne was pulled next to the bed and one of the men reached behind her neck, unsnapping the dress's halter top, allowing the top to fall and drape down around her ankles. She struggled slightly as the man next to her tightened his grip. He pulled roughly on the dress and it all tore away from her body and onto the floor. She was wearing only the gold garterbelt and stockings now. Her firm, round tits protruded out, her nipples aroused and erect, as she threw back her shoulders in defiance. "This is one crazy bitch. She must be looking for the fucking of a lifetime. And I think we can deliver it," said the black man who had stripped her. The three black men laughed simultaneously as another said, "Bitch, you are one hot slut. You ain't never gonna forget the fucking you gonna get tonight. We knew that's what you wanted when you come into a black man's club dressed like this. Then you get out on the floor and start dancin' around, shakin' that fine ass of yours. You looking to get fucked really bad." "I'm sorry. I just like to dance. I didn't mean anything. Please, just let me go," she said. With that, large hands reached out and grabbed Suzanne, roughly dragging her down onto the bed. She instantly was set upon by one of the men who began kissing her, while a second began rubbing and sucking her aroused nipples. The third man forced his body between her legs and spread her wide apart. He was stroking his huge cock with one hand while he held one of Suzanne's leg up with the other. "Ooooo," she said, breaking the kiss with a feigned struggle to talk to the man between her legs, "look at the size of that black monster. Please don't. I can't get all that in my little cunt." "Suzie Q, by the time we get through with you tonight, there won't be nothin' little about your cunt," one said. Randy watched the screen as the black man stroked what appeared to be twelve inches of hard, black cock just before he slammed it into Suzanne's pouting cunt lips. Her muffled screams were lost, covered by the other man's mouth pressing tightly onto hers. The black man between her legs started slowly pumping, the entire length of his giant erection glistening as it slid easily into her and out again. She tried to squirm, but large hands held her tight. "That's right, slut," he said. "You gonna take all of this and then beg us for more." Suzanne's squirming died down as the man thrust his cock deep into her opening. Randy could see that she was clearly beginning to respond to the enormous cock impaled inside her cunt. She began to work her hips, pumping them faster now, meeting the man's thrusts with equal passion. Randy watched as his wife soon began bucking wildly, as the giant black cock plowed in and out of Suzanne's dripping cunt. "Yeah, that's right, bitch," the man with his cock in her said. "You love that big black cock, don't ya, whore? Don't ya?" But Suzanne couldn't answer. The man, who had been kissing her, had her head pressed back, flat onto the bed, and his hips thrusting into her face. Randy could see that the guy was literally fucking Suzanne's mouth, driving roughly against her face with each thrust. He smashed against her, burying her nose into his black pubic hair, as he shoved his long cock deep down her throat. Randy sat in front of the television, totally hypnotized by the scene in front of him. Three black men were fucking his wife and she was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Thinking about it, he had never seen his wife come before. He always closed his eyes, lost in his own climax. Now, for the first time he was watching his wife have an orgasm. The black man who earlier had his cock stuffed deep into Suzanne's mouth, now held his long cock in his hand and was ejaculating on her face. Streams of sticky, white semen spewed from the bulbous head of his cock and fell into the her open mouth. Cum strands coated her mouth and face as she licked and swallowed, working to devour as much of the torrent as she could catch. "Ummmmm, that's sooo good!" Suzanne moaned. "Sooooooo GOOOOOOOODD! YEEESSSS!! SHOOOT IT IN MEEEE!! PUMP THAT BLACK CUM IN MY PUSSY!!!" she shrieked, and started shaking and jerking, as her first orgasm overtook her. Randy could see Suzanne's mouth fall open and her eyes roll back and close as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. The black man between her legs was straining and grunting as she thrashed beneath him, his ass cheeks hard and clenched as he pumped his juice deep into her. "Yeah, you really like black cock, don't ya bitch?" the man said, pulling his throbbing cock out of Suzanne's now gaping hole. He grabbed his still rigid cock and slapped it several times against Suzanne's cunt, causing several gleaming droplets to cum to fly from the head of his cock. "Don't ya, slut!" he demanded. "Yes," Suzanne answered, still gasping for air and lapping at the covering of semen dripping from her mouth. "Yes, I'm just a blonde slut, who loves black cock. Please, I want more," she begged. The man who had been kissing and mauling her tender tits, drug her body up off of the bed and pulled Suzanne back down on top of him, as he now lay on his back. "You never been lipped fucked by a black man, have you bitch? Well you about to be. All you white bitches love it. Now turn around!" he ordered. Randy was in pain as he watched the screen. He felt guilty about the incredible erection in his pants as he had watched this pseudo-rape of his wife. Making it worse was that fact that she was obviously loving it, coming like some cheap whore as she orgasmed from the black cock in her. He quickly stripped his pants and shirt off and now stood naked in the dark room, in front of the glowing television, stroking his stiff member and watching his wife on the screen. Suzanne shifted herself and was now sitting backwards on top the man, straddling his hips and facing directly into the camera. Randy could see the first man's cum beginning to drip and run from Suzanne's swollen, pink labia. "Now take my cock, bitch, and press it between your fat cunt lips," he instructed. Suzanne did as she was told and pushed the rigid giant black rod deep between her vaginal folds. As she wedged the massive penis into her sex folds, her swollen cunt lips spread apart and wrapped around the black pole. "Okay, slut, you gonna fuck up and down on my dick and rub it against that hot clit of yours. See, you ain't never done this cause you never had a big, black dick to do it with. Little, tiny white dicks ain't never gonna do no good lip fuckin'," he said. " Now get bouncin', bitch." Randy watched as Suzanne did as told. Suzanne begin to push and grind her hips up and down, pressing the 14 inch cock hard against her cunt lips, spreading them wide as she began to ride. While the giant black cock never went inside her, she rode it's entire length, pressing it firmly between her spread pussy lips, the cum inside her providing even more juice to the slippery pit between her legs. Soon it was obvious that the grinding friction of the rigid black cock against her clit was leading her to yet another orgasm. Suzanne's tit's bounced and jiggled as she violently began to rock her body. "That's it bitch! Fuck that cock," the black man exhorted, now gripped by the frenzy of the beautiful blonde sliding on his pole. "AHHHHHHHH!!!" they both seemed to scream at the same time, as the huge dick that pressed deep between Suzanne's spread slit exploded, sending jets of milky cum up into the air and falling onto her sweating stomach. Randy stared at the screen and deep into his wife's passion contorted face, as her body shook from the pleasure. He watched his wife's abdomen muscles shake and contract in spasms, her body jolted by shock after shock from her over stimulated clit. Randy stroked his hard penis and watched with fascination as the other two black men lifted his limp wife off of the bed and onto her feet, directly in front of the camera. "All right, hold her," one of them ordered. "I want to do this before the others get here." At that, one man slipped behind the exhausted Suzanne, forced his massive arms over hers and pulled her arms back behind her back. With her arms pinned behind her back, Suzanne's firm breasts stuck erotically straight out towards the camera. "I told you slut that you'd never forget this night. So now we gonna mark you so there won't be no doubt. Cause I can tell, you gonna be getting a lot of black cock after tonight," one of the men said, grabbing one of her breasts and pinching hard on her nipple. "You scream and I'll make it really hurt. Now shut the fuck up!" he ordered. He produced a shiny object that Randy first thought to be a gun, but soon realized it was a tool for piercing. He watched as the black man pierced first one of his squirming wife's beautiful nipples and then the other. He saw the man open a brown envelope with a large heart drawn on it and take out two heavy stainless steel rings and roughly insert them into Suzanne's newly pierced nipples. Randy shook his head, trying the clear the alcohol from his brain. Those hoops! He'd seen them before. Those were the nipple rings Suzanne was wearing tonight in the maid outfit. What else? What else? There was something else in the picture, he thought! But his clouded brain couldn't grasp it. It was lost in the TV screen's swirling image as new motion filled the picture. The three black men stripped Suzanne's stockings off and lifted her, sobbing and moaning, onto the bed. They then tied the stockings around each of her knees, pulled her legs back and apart, and tied the other end off to the hotel bed headboard. Then her hands were also tied above her head. Suzanne was now firmly tied to the bed, her legs hoisted up and apart, her hips were raised in the air as one on the men stuffed a pillow beneath her. The video image zoomed in and focused on Suzanne's swollen cunt lips as they filled the screen, dripping with cum. Suzanne was whimpering desperately now, but Randy couldn't tell if it was from the piercing or the impending new sexual assault, as four more blacks came into the hotel room and onto the TV screen. "Damn, man!" one of the newcomers shouted. "Look at that hot, white bitch. Looks like you boys already had some fun with that." Oh, yeah," the one who had pierced Suzanne replied. "This one is a hot slut for black cock, no doubt about it. You boys just jump right in." And Randy watched, as a procession of black men crawled between his wife's legs and savagely fucked her, while she remained tied to the bed. Soon the men tired of the process and one said, "Damn boys, we don't need to tie her. Jus' look at her. She wants us to fuck her." It was true, Randy could tell just looking at the screen. Suzanne was writhing on the bed, ankles in the air, moaning and lewdly thrusting her hips against some invisible cock. Flowing rivulets of semen now freely dripped from the stretched and gaping slit between her legs and spilled onto the bed. "Oh, yes, please fuck me, all of you!" she groaned, and within seconds she was untied and on her knees in the bed, her ass sticking straight up in the air. Reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart, Suzanne offered invitingly, "Want to fuck me in my ass?" Randy could see his wife's pink, puckered anal bud shining between her spread ass mounds as she slipped first one finger into her tight elastic ring and then another. "Well?" she said, now beginning to tilt her hips forward and back, working her two fingers deeper into her expanding asshole. "How about some of that black cock in my ass?" Randy stroked his cock faster as a black man moved quickly up onto the bed, dipped his gigantic member into her sopping cunt and gathered some of the slippery juices onto his cock. Randy watched on the screen as the man pressed the swollen knob of the enormous ebony prick against his wife's puckered opening and jammed his cock deep into her ass. One thrust, two, and by the third time, the man's massive dick was buried to the hilt in Suzanne's ass. "Yeeeeesssss, fuck my hot ass!! Pump your black cock deep in me!" she wailed. Suzanne and the man bucked and pumped together as the bed was soon filled with the other men. Several black cocks soon began working in and out of Suzanne's mouth, one at a time, or occasionally both, filling her cheeks and causing her blonde head to snap abruptly to and fro. Another man had wriggled beneath Suzanne and with amazing ease, slipped a huge cock into her dripping cunt and soon was in a synchronous dance with the man above, double penetrating the hot white slut between them. The blonde was now brimming with black cock, one in her asshole, one in her cunt and two in her mouth. The sight of blonde Suzanne, slut Suzanne, his wife Suzanne, stuffed with black cocks and moaning with pleasure was too much for Randy. He furiously pounded his rod into his fist as his seed shot forward and splattered onto the television screen. Streams of white, slippery goo dripped down the screen and onto the floor as Randy turned the tape off, unable to watch any more. Chapter 6 The two weeks that followed were days and nights filled with misery for Randy. He no longer made the slightest effort to get the electronics company started. He simply gave up on the business. He either sat by the phone, hoping that Phil or Arlene would call and invite him over to see Suzanne again, or made a weak attempt at running, usually passing numerous times in front of his neighbor's drive. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of Suzanne. And he often did. He could see flashes of the blonde hair outside the house and around the pool. She had that damn blonde wig on, he thought, continually trying to remind him of his affair with Denise. Randy's decline into his drunken hell had all started that wretched night two weeks ago - that night of seeing his wife first as a French maid and then watching her in the videos. Those wretched videos, he thought to himself - those wretched..., no, those incredible videos, that were designed to punish him for cheating on Suzanne. And Suzanne's payback had been venomous. What would she do if she found out about all of the other women he'd cheated on her with, he wondered? He remembered the first tape and the vision of his wife in that damn blonde wig fucking a group of men in Phil and Arlene's living room. And there was the second tape that Suzanne gave to him showing a staged rape of the bimbo Suzie Q by the black men in a hotel. That first night he had been unable to watch that tape all the way through. Since then he'd watched it hundreds of times, memorizing every expression of pleasure on his wife's face, every moan of passion she made, every thrust of black cock into her soft openings. Now, with only three days left before Suzanne was to return home, he was reduced to glimpses of her in that damn blonde wig, and drinking until he passed out on the floor, the video playing over and over again. So when the phone rang, his heart skipped! Phil's voice boomed on the other end of the phone. "Come on over for a drink," Randy heard the voice on the other end say. Randy's stomach began to churn perhaps from the alcohol, but he knew it was more in anticipation and fear. He arrived at Phil and Arlene's and soon found himself in the entertainment room alone with Phil. "Well, buddy, only three more days and you get your wife back. Bet you're excited about that. Hell of a month, huh?" Phil said, handing Randy a drink. "Yeah, hell of a month" Randy said, his words slurred from the booze. "So where is Suzanne? Can I see her?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? The girls are out working tonight. Said they'd be back late," Phil said. "No, you didn't tell me," Randy said, his feelings sinking. He wasn't sure what he'd expected tonight. Another glimpse of Suzanne? Another exotic costume? Another video depicting another wild sexual escapade? He wasn't sure, but he only knew that he had been hoping for something from Suzanne - maybe a slight touch of forgiveness on the brink of her nearing return. Filled with disappointment, Randy's eyes drifted to the shelf where Suzanne had pulled the video of her and the black men. She'd taken it from a stack of four tapes. Randy had remembered how Phil said they were planning to sell the tapes to recoup the lost loan money. Randy's eyes floated up from the floor to the video shelf and froze at what he saw. At first he thought that his drunkenness was creating a blurred image. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his eyes. But no, it was real. There were eleven tapes sitting on the shelf! Randy rose to his feet, and while in the back of his mind could he hear Phil blabbering on about something or other, he staggered across the room toward the shelf. "Say, let me freshen your drink," Phil said, moving quickly to him and lifting his glass from his hand. In a second, Phil was back across the room and behind the bar, the sound of ice cubes ringing in Randy's ears. Randy reached out, grabbed a tape from the top of the stack of videos and crammed it down the front of his jeans, concealing the theft from Phil. "Listen, Phil, I'm not feeling too hot, tonight. I'm gonna head back to the house. I'll see you tomorrow," Randy said, already quickly on his way out of the door with the video. The drunken trip up the stairs and through the neighbor's house quickly became a painful one for Randy. His cock had grown rock hard, and was crushing itself painfully against the tape in his pants. Halfway between his house and theirs, Randy pulled the pilfered tape out of his jeans and started to run. In the house, Randy stripped naked, turned off all the lights and prepared himself for God knew what. The only thing that he did know was that he his cock had never been harder in his life. Thoughts of his beautiful wife in another pile of men filled his mind. He pushed the play button on the machine and the television screen danced to life in the darkened room. The image on the screen was blurred, a little out of focus it seemed to his drunken mind. The scene was in a bedroom, the large bed familiar to him. Yes, it was Phil and Arlene's bedroom! He'd seen it on several trips through the house. He'd even fantasized about fucking Arlene on that very bed, once. Then he saw Suzanne enter the room, blonde wig and all. Randy watched her come into the room in a tight, short pink dress and move around the room, taking special care to bend over several times for the camera, sticking her ass out toward the camera. It was obvious as she bent over, that she wore no panties, her tight asshole winking at the camera. Then she stood again and continued her exotic dance around the room. "Wait, a minute!" Randy screeched, as he looked at the screen. Her tits, they were huge! Randy could see the massive breasts swelling and bouncing under the thin, tight knit pink dress. "She's had a boob job!" he shouted. "My God, the bastards made her get bigger tits!!" At that moment, he saw another woman enter the room. She had identical blonde hair and wore an identical pink knit dress. With his mind reeling from the fact that his wife had just had her breasts enlarged, Randy couldn't determine who the second woman was. He watched as the two blondes pressed their bodies together, as slippery tongues flicked back and forth between the two beauties. Randy watched as both of them simultaneously reached down and pulled the tight body hugging dresses up over their round hips. Beautiful long legs and bare ass cheeks filled the screen. Moving fingers began sliding between parted legs. In his state of drunkenness, Randy thought that perhaps he was seeing a video trick, that Suzanne was fondling herself in a mirror. Or maybe it was some other weird video special effect. This was California, after all. Except for the fact that one of the women had huge breasts, they were identical, like twins, he thought. But Suzanne had no twin, or even sister for that matter. Still confused, Randy looked on as the scene heated up and Suzanne and the other woman started to undress each other. With their mouths and breasts pressed together, each grabbed the stretchy pink materials bunched at their waists and pulled the dresses the remainder of the way up over their heads. As the tight dress was pulled off over one woman's head, a blonde wig came off, revealing a tousle of short, black hair - Suzanne's hair. But Randy was unable to understand what he was seeing. The woman with the giant tits was not his wife, Suzanne. But she was certainly a real blonde. As the image came into crisp focus, it was clear that Suzanne had not had a boob job after all. So then, who was this other woman, Randy wondered? He felt sure that knew her. Had Arlene dyed her hair blonde for this lesbian video they were doing? Naked, Suzanne began rubbing and kissing the giant breasts jiggling in front of her as the camera zoomed in tighter on the women's passion. Yes, she was familiar, Randy thought. Those tits, that face, they were all... "Oh, shit!" Randy cried. "It's Denise!" Yes, as he starred at the screen, his wife, Suzanne, licked and sucked on the huge, erect nipples of Denise, his former secretary, and the woman he'd cheated on Suzanne with. He himself had licked and sucked those lovely tits hundreds of times before, but here was his wife now pulling his former mistress down onto the bed and burying her face into Denise's cunt. "No, no," he heard Denise whispered. "I want to eat that hot cunt of yours, at the same time." These were the first words spoken in the video, but that voice told him that it was indeed Denise, who was now crawling into a 69 position with his wife. He watched as the two beautiful bodies mingled, and wet tongues dipped between parted legs. Denise had pushed several fingers deep into Suzanne's gaping vagina and was pumping her hand rapidly in and out as she sucked on Suzanne's clit. "Ummmm, oh yes," Suzanne moaned, lifting her mouth from Denise's inviting slit. "Suck me! Lick my clit! Ohhhh, that's so gooooood..." she said, and then pushed her face back between Denise's legs, working her tongue deep between the puffy pussy lips. Both women continued thrusting, bucking their hips wildly, as they pushed their mounds hard against the other's eager mouth for several minutes. As hands wormed furiously into each other's openings, the tinny sound of the video recording picked up the wet squishing noises of the fingers moving rapidly around in the dripping passages. The sounds of wet bodies rubbing against each other, filled the room, as the two women sensed the impending orgasm of the other. It was only a matter of moments before both of them climaxed at the same time, each desperately clutching the hips and ass cheeks of the other, pulling as hard as possible to bury their faces into the gushing flowers presented before them. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'mmmmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg!!!!" screamed one, as the other cried, "Meeeeeeeeetooooooooo!!!!!!!Yeeeeessssssssss!!!!!!" They both lapped wildly at the other's cunt, devouring the sweet juices flowing freely between their legs. Soon the licking subsided, and Randy watched as the two beauties shifted about on the bed and resumed kissing. "That was incredible," Denise softly said, kissing Suzanne between words. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. Too bad you didn't teach your husband how to eat pussy." "He's horrible at it, isn't he," Suzanne said, returning Denise's kisses. "He wouldn't know how to make a girl come if his life depended on it." They both erupted in laughter. "While I had my tongue in your beautiful hole, I couldn't help think about all that big, black cock you had up there in that video you showed me. I can hardly wait to get lip fucked by them." Denise said smiling. "And I liked the other video, the one with the two teenage boys. That looked like so much fun." Randy groaned. They had shown Denise the videos. He had only seen three of them, but now it was clear that Denise had seen all of them. "You know, ever since I saw a picture of that sweet asshole of yours, I've wanted to do something," Suzanne said with a mischievous grin. "What photo? Oh, you mean the one I sent Randy? The one of me with his cock sticking in my ass?" Denise said, returning the playful tone. "Yes, my husband's cock, you slut," Suzanne laughed, now tickling Denise and playfully wrestling with her, trying to force her to turn over. "Oh, you mean the self-centered prick who lied to me for three years? And lied to you for seven?" Denise giggled. "Is that who you mean, you whore?" The two women were laughing and tickling each other as they rolled around on the bed, with Suzanne finally working herself around behind Denise. "What you need, tart, is a good spanking," Suzanne said and began slapping Denise's upturned ass hard with her hand. The blonde's body shook and her soft buttock mounds rippled with each blow that came down. "Oh, yes, that's just what I need," Denise said, responding to each of the smacks on her naked ass with a sexy groan. Soon Suzanne had spanked the blonde's ass so hard that both of Denise's round butt cheeks were glowing a bright red. "That's what I call a good spanking," Suzanne said, still panting hard from the sex play. "But now comes the good part," she said, slipping her hand between the woman's spread ass cheeks and gently massaging her cunt for the camera. As she spoke, she slowly spread Denise's wet vaginal lips wide apart, opening her wide so the camera could zoom in. "Ohhh, look how wet you are," Suzanne said. "You really did need a spanking, didn't you?" "Yesss," Denise groaned, as Suzanne, her hand delving deep into the inviting opening, slid four fingers easily into the aroused blonde. Suzanne then began massaging the tight pink bud of Denise's asshole with her thumb, making tiny circles around the pink, clenched ring. Suzanne gently kept pushing harder and harder until the relaxed anal muscles gave way and Suzanne's thumb popped into the tight opening. "Ohhhhhh," responded the blonde, her ass wriggling under the other woman's touch. Randy stroked his erect cock and watched as the picture on the screen pulled back and showed his wife kneeling behind the buxom blonde, with her hand steadily moving in and out of the blonde's cunt and ass. As Denise rocked to the rhythm of the penetrating fingers, her large hanging tits swayed deliciously beneath her. Denise's pendulous tits bounced and shook below her as she pushed her two holes desperately against Suzanne's hand. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want it in my ass," Denise begged as she rapidly pumped her body, responding to Suzanne's fingers. "Make me come again!" Why, he asked himself, when he'd been fucking her, had he never realized what breathtaking a sight she was down on all fours? Had he fucked her for three years with his eyes closed, never really seeing what a sensuous delight she was, just as he'd done with Suzanne? And his realization had come from watching Suzanne share her treasures with others. How stupid he had been, he told himself. Randy was snapped out of his moment of self-loathing when Suzanne pulled her hand out of Denise's vagina. His wife's fingers popped out, leaving Denise's slit stretched and open, revealing a cavernous tunnel. Suzanne slowly eased her head down between the kneeling woman's upturned ass, stuck out her tongue, and pushed it into the blonde's puckered asshole. Denise squirmed madly, trying to push her stretched asshole deeper onto the invading tongue. Randy gasped aloud at the sight on the screen. His lovely wife was tongue fucking the ass of his former mistress. Suzanne was relentless as she pushed harder and harder, forcing her pink, slick tongue deeper and deeper into the yielding brown rosebud of the other woman. Randy couldn't take any more. The cock in his hand was aching and raw from his stroking, but the sight of his wife rimming another woman's asshole drove him over the brink. Normally, he would have closed his eyes and welcomed his climax in the safe darkness of his mind. But not now. Now, he couldn't take his eyes off of the vision of Suzanne's lust. He rocketed his load across the room, grunting and straining, as he emptied himself. Globs of cum settled in small pools on the wooden floor as Randy collapsed, sinking into a heap on the cool surface. His eyes returned upward to the screen as he watched the two women pleasure themselves. Suzanne was frantically rubbing Denise's clit as she lapped at her anus, pushing Denise to another orgasm. Soon, they had switched positions and Denise was rimming Suzanne's ass with her tongue. Randy lay quiently on the floor, strands of semen dripping from his flaccid cock and rolling down his inner thigh, as his mind spun. Why was Denise here? What was she doing at Phil and Arlene's? Why was she fucking Suzanne? How much had she told Suzanne? All of these questions and many more spun around in his mind, all wrapped around a refrain from an old Eagles song, "Hotel California." Strains of the lyrics "...you can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave," thumped in his brain as he passed out on the floor. Continue in A Wife in Venice California: Part Three