Afterburn

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2009

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Abstract: A woman is caught in adultery and is forced to lay in the bed she
made

Rebecca woke up blurry-eyed with a headache, burning inside, and Walter's cock
filling her. He was hardly moving at all, just shifting when she breathed,
obviously playing his little game of making her work for it. That was no
problem, as hard inside her as he was, and she wriggled and hunched against
him. Her wrists strained, held outstretched, but she didn't care about that,
teetering on the edge and clenching inside, thrusting her pelvis up until his
cock hit just the right spots and she came, that wonderful prickling heat
flowing through her body. He stayed hard, and Rebecca opened her eyes.

And screamed, looking into the sightless bulging eyes above her face. In a rush
she suddenly recalled where she was, then screamed again, trying to squirm away
from the stiff dead cock keeping her filled.

*** *** ***

It had been a chilly December afternoon, but only on the outside. Inside the
apartment, Rebecca was quite warm and getting warmer, thanks to the efforts of
her husband's insurance agent.

"Oh yes, Walter, just like that!" Surprisingly, the man was not only a wizard
with figures at work, he knew his way all around her figure and had been
proving it enthusiastically for two months now. Today they were in their second
hour of an extended lunch break for him, and after exercising his tongue Walter
was back to stirring her inside with his cock, getting ready to fill her
again.

The squeaking of the bed masked the traffic sounds outside, and as Rebecca
looked past Walter's head she realized it had masked a lot more. Marching
through the bedroom door was her husband, Henry - but not the husband she had
kissed to work that morning. The look of rage on his face transformed him into
something primal and ugly, more animal than human. "Henry!" she screamed,
slapping Walter on the back, but Walter was too busy coming to take notice, or
perhaps just assumed she was calling her husband's name from habit. Her husband
rushed the bed waving his arms as Walter yelled out his climax, spurting inside
while Rebecca was frozen in panic. Then Henry did something she could never
have imagined. He reared back and slammed his foot into Walter's ass, so hard
that Walter's cock slammed up against her cervix. She shrieked,once, and passed
out.

*** *** ***

Fully awake now, Rebecca swallowed and tried to hold her stomach down. Oh god,
she thought, I just fucked a dead man. Worse, it hadn't been enough. For some
reason Walter's cock was still swollen and stiff inside, and she could feel
every ridge and wrinkle. Rebecca opened her eyes and this time saw the ugly
mangled crater in the side of Walter's head - had her husband really done that?
She couldn't push the body off; her hands and feet were outstretched and held
in place. Henry must have done that as well.

She wondered how her husband had found out about her and Walter. Henry was such
a mild person, the way he burst in on them was totally out of character. Who'd
have thought he had so much anger in him? The feral look in his eyes came back
to her and Rebecca shuddered. Bad idea - that just made Walter's cock shift
inside, and her body was obscenely insisting on being turned on by it.

Rebecca felt her stomach lurch again. She desperately needed to get out from
under Walter's body before something really disgusting happened. Trying to
clench her stomach to hold things in place made his cock move inside her, and
she moaned helplessly trying to hold herself between the conflicting responses
and needs.

Walter's body was cooling off, clammy against her sweaty breasts and stomach.
The good news was that she wasn't feeling so overwhelmingly turned on. The bad
news was that now she needed to get to the bathroom, and that need was growing
fast.

Traffic sounds suddenly entered the room, then shut off with the clap of the
front door closing.

"Henry?"

There was no answer, but who else could it be? He was going to untie her and
get her out of here, she thought with a rush of grateful relief.

Now that her husband had returned, she felt even more soiled by the continued
pressure of Walter atop and inside her. And her need to get to the bathroom was
ten times more urgent.

"Henry?"

Why wasn't he responding? Okay, he'd caught her acting like a whore and left
her to prove it to herself. Surely he'd taught her whatever lesson he intended.
Her stomach and bladder were both complaining now, and Walter's weight and
penetration were more than she could bear.

"Henry?"

Surely he was going to let her go...

/END/