He controlled the urge to back out, debating the effective shock of smartly slapping his young wife across her provocatively wriggling young ass and demanding she move her face out from between Steve's wife's legs to make room for a throbbing male cock! And Christ knows, that's what it was, a poling length of thumping hardness from the inconceivably cock-hardening spectacular the two nakedly entwined woman had unwittingly staged for him! His rancorous, lust-charged brain had already crudely fashioned its lecherous path of revenge, the fervid wet gleam in his eyes nothing short of hotly inspired desire!

Carol Foster saw him then... opened her eyes to gaspingly witness him in the act of dropping his shorts, a choking sound of shock bursting from deep within her throat!

"Oh! Oh... my God! Mark!" she gurgled, trying to sit upright and roll Jean from between her widespread legs! "Mark... Mark... !"

"Yeah, it's me, Mark!" he mockingly repeated, standing naked with hands on his hips, his long, thickly rigid cock cleaving the air like a choice length of cement-hardened hose! "Surprise! Thought I'd come and join the party... though I doubt that men are too welcome, eh?"

His blonde, young wife jerked and heaved onto her side, just as if a white-hot rod had been thrust up between her legs, he thought bitterly, the wicked smile stretching his mouth and the harsh laugh emitting from him nothing short of vicious.

"Mark! Oh... !" Jean dazedly heard herself gasp, more shocked by his nakedness than the fact that he had come in on them in such a compromising scene! "My God! Cover yourself up in front of Carol! What do you think you're doing?"

For a brief moment, the young deputy wondered if he weren't entirely losing his grip! He stared at his curvaceous young wife's white, nakedly exposed body, her firmly rounded erect breasts still quivering from the violent move from between Carol's obscenely spread legs, the latter girl immobile as both stared at him in lewdly raised, elbowed positions! Their shocked eyes... faces, were only half-shaded with any measure of shame! Christ, was he somehow wrong? Or had he actually seen what he had?

"You little Bitch! I'm about to uncork the facts of life on you!" he determinedly spat. "On both of you... you loving wives who secretly eat out each other's cunt on the side and then pretend sacred marital love for your husbands!"

"Oh... oh God!" Jean managed to stammer. "Y-You don't understand, Darling... !"

"The feeling's mutual, Baby! You don't understand either!" Mark spat, moving toward the bed. "But I think you will before I'm finished!"

Carol started to speak, then felt her words bunching in her throat when she saw Mark lewdly stroking his long, thick hardness with one hand, grossly working the outer layer of foreskin back and forth as he moved toward her on the bed! Christ, it was so big... so long and thick, outsizing Steve's, the gaping brunette profoundly reasoned, seeing the tiny clear droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny split at its tip! God! What did he think he was going to do to her... ? "M-Mark... wait a minute!" she finally choked out, tearing her fear-widened eyes from the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swaying down between his strong, hairy thighs to search desperately his angrily twisted face. "I-It's not exactly what it seems!" she attempted, realizing the absurdity in her half-truth. "Please... let me explain... ?"

"That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole goddamned reel! No, Baby! While your husband chases down a wild pack of vicious animals at the risk of his life, I've made up my mind to fuck the living shit out of you, and my sweet little wife, Jeannie, can watch and help! Who knows, you both might learn to love a good, man-sized cock shoved up between your legs more than eating pussy!"

Jean was still too dazed by her young husband's unexpected interruption to grasp the full meaning of what was happening, but Carol Foster did! She readily realized that they had been overtly caught in a questionable act of uninhibited lesbianism, and any explanation she might attempt was only going to make matters worse, especially for Jean! Mark was obviously still in the dark concerning his young wife's being fed LSD the night before, and what they had done to her; plus the story behind her accident! He couldn't understand that she was still partially under its influence; and God knows, she just couldn't betray Jean's confidence, regardless of what happened to herself. And their dual affair with the dog, Caesar... ? Had Mark witnessed that... or had the beautiful animal left before he'd arrived on the scene... ?

Yet, even as she thought fleetingly of the handsome illusive beast, her dark, incandescent eyes again locked on the huge thrusting hardness of Mark's heavily stiffened cock, his graphically stated intentions echoing with roused anxiety in her brain! He'd moved to the edge of the bed, coarsely stroking the long fleshy rod, working the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge turgid head not a foot from her face!

"Oh... oh God, Mark... th-think of Steve!" Carol huskily breathed, the tears welling into her penis-mesmerized eyes more of frustration than principle. Uncontrollably lewd sensations of rising arousal at the nearness of its lengthy, pulsating thickness began to race wildly through her! Though she had cum beautifully beneath Jean's feverishly licking tongue and lips while Caesar fucked the drugged blonde from behind shortly before, her satisfaction, as always, had been superficial! Only a man's excitedly hardened cock could truly do that for her, but... but... ! "P-Please Mark, no... don't do it to me... not in front of your wife... like this..." she almost desperately pleaded. "Steve... he'll kill you... me, all of us... !"

"And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow... ?"

"Mark, my God... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed, trying to raise herself upright, her firmly rounded young breasts quivering and swaying with the effort. Momentarily, her smokey-blue eyes rolled to show their whites as she struggled, moving between her nakedly stripped husband and Carol whom he was intimidating! "Stop it, you hear! Cover that... that thing up! You ought to be ashamed of yourself... !"

In his rage, Jean's glazed expression completely escaped her husband's wrathfully blinded eyes, her unbelievable attempt to protect her lesbian partner, topped only by her contemptuously stupifying words feeding unneeded fuel to his infuriated, lust- whetted anger. It was just too goddamned much for him to swallow all in one dose! He ought to be ashamed of himself! Jesus Christ, everything was turning a brilliant crimson before him! Nor did he pay the least attention to the vivacious brunette who was trying to force his nakedly intervening wife back out of the way! Instead, Jean's tempting, upthrusted buttocks caught his seething view, and with a lashing open hand he mercilessly smacked her three times across their softly quivering whiteness!

"You adulterous little cunt!" he snarled, his hand tingling from the force of the slaps. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about shame that you're not about to forget!"

In squealing surprise, Jean cried out her stinging pain, her hurt-dimmed eyes wetly filling with tears. She looked in blank astonishment up at him, at the same time reaching back to soothingly caress her crimson flushed ass-cheeks. "Wh-What did you do that for... ?" she almost innocently whimpered.

"Stop, Mark! Don't! My God, don't please?" Carol begged, grasping his hand to keep him from repeating the act. "I'll do anything you say! Only don't punish her! S-She's not herself... the accident... !"

Mark caught himself, but hardly with any feeling of guilt. "And what's your goddamned excuse, Mrs. Foster?" he spat at her. "Or is licking cunt part of your regular diet?"

"Oh God!" Carol desperately groaned. "Please... I'll do whatever you want..."

"You're fucking well told you will!" the enraged young husband fumed, breathing heavily. "You both will, damnit! You, darling wife, take my cock in your hand! Go on! Wrap those dainty little pussy-fingers around it! Hurry up, or I swear, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Do it!"

Though mentally stunned, as well as physically smarting across the mounds of her nakedly trembling buttocks, Jean couldn't deny the rekindled sensation of erotic excitement her husband's sadistic spanking licked into flame within her sensuously revolving belly! Her LSD-warped brain had already begun to erotically spin, the pointed sight of his hard; upraised penis abruptly adding to the sensual stimulation! She stared at it for a long moment in growing captivation! It suddenly seemed that she could actually see the hot, rushing blood pounding through its long, thick hardness, through the tiny intricate veins of its flushed, heavily palpitating head... even the microscopic spermatozoa swimming and fishtailing wildly around in the little pearls of escaped semen adorning the tiny split in the tip of his cock... !

"Damnit, bitch, do it, I said!" her husband barked down at her.

"Y-Yes... yes, darling... yes!" Jean gasped, whimpering as she moved on the bed, sitting up to its edge, her feet touching the floor. Obediently, she encircled her small hand around its thick base, the bottom of her little white fist buried in his wealth of curling black, pubic-hair. "D-Don't be angry with me... please don't... ?"

While Mark shuddered in rapidly suppressed delight at Jean's soft warm touch, Carol felt a surge of growing desire boil through her own naked body at the provocative sight. She stared enviously at Jean's small fisted hand unable to fully encompass her husband's thick, hardened length of throbbing penile flesh. Her own excitedly panting breaths shortened covetously and her eager eyes were glued to the lewdly arousing scene as once again Jean pleaded for her coldly glaring husband not to be angry with her.

"Oh fuck!" Mark luridly rasped in his obvious, pyramiding lust. "J-Just do as I say... both of you! W-We're going to play some very interesting little shame-games... just the three of us, until you two learn the real meaning of the word!" Then, to Carol, still lying back on raised elbows in trembling nakedness: "Now you come nice and close, Mrs. Steve Foster! You're going to worm out your hot little tongue and lick all the tasty cum-juice off it, so my prick will be nice and clean when I fuck it up into your lesbian little cunt! Come on, damn you! Lick it clean while my bitch-wife holds it out for you! Hurry up... move!"

Carol's brief hesitation was based on little more than her closest friend's anticipated feelings; for licking and sucking a man's cock until she made it cum in her mouth had always been her foremost sexual weakness! Her hungrily locked eyes had hardly left his huge pulsating rigidity nor the promising fulfillment of his heavily filled balls, and the lustful craving within her nakedly aroused body had obliterated nearly all thought but the delicious possessing of it! His obscenely vengeful command for her to suck his cock sent spasms of swirling heat burning through her, but... but she... someone, had to think of Jean! The wrong move or act might set her wild... !

"Do it, Darling! Do it!" Jean, in her naked voluptuousness exclaimed, ending right there Carol's brief fearful concern! "Do what Mark says! Lick his cock all nice and clean while I hold it out to you!... All that sweet love juice... ! Hurry... do it!"

"Shit!" Mark mentally blurted at his gorgeous blonde wife's lewd prompting! He'd never even know her! There was absolutely no relation between this naked, wantonly acting slut and the sensuously innocent girl he'd married! Christ, what had happened to her... or had he been that blind right from the beginning? His brain whirled! Goddamn, if this was punishment for her, she was loving it! He tried to remember if she'd really been a virgin when he'd first fucked her! He'd thought she was! She was that tight... but how the hell could you actually know? The old crap about the blood on the sheet, or the cry of pain when you burst into their so-called chaste little pussies... he couldn't remember any of that because it hadn't happened... !

"Aaaaaauuugggghhh!" Mark grunted, his thoughts shattered before the hot, wet contact of his wife's girlfriend's saliva- moistened tongue with the lewdly pulsating head of his cock in Jean's tightly clutching hand! He gaped down to see Carol's moistly pink tongue flick out, snake-like over the tip of his throbbing cocktip with unhesitant eagerness! Jesus Christ, he wildly reasoned, they come in pairs! How do you punish the unpunishable... ? Or were they about to teach him a lesson? He watched in lustful fascination the vivacious brunette's extended face, her lushly opened lips and tiny pink tongue licking out to bathe his lust-swollen knob while his own nakedly stripped wife actually held it for her in her grasping, girlish little hand! Then, he saw the riveted eyes of the voluptuous creature he'd married; they resembled sparkling gems filled with greed, the comparison of which he'd never before seen... or noticed in her! Oh shit... Christ... fuck! The whole goddamned world was turning upside down... !

"Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Carol gasped within at the pungent taste of Mark Blakely's warmly secreting sperm! Feverishly, she lashed her passion-inspired tongue over the spongy warmth of his turgid cock-head, wiggling the tiny tip into the sperm-filled slit, hoping to extract one more drop from its enraged, swollen head! "Skin it back, Jean!" she excitedly hissed. "Milk it out for me... then, pull the foreskin way back!"

Mark, in his own desire-inflamed reverie watched almost as if his penis was detached from his body... watched his own young wife responding eagerly to Carol's obscene request! He stared in absolute lechery, suddenly aware that the orgiastic scene was of his own making! They were doing no more than obeying his salacious demands, that thought causing the rage he'd known to blend with his seething lust like delectable rare wine with gamey meat sauce! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He'd cum all over her face in a second! Christ, he would... !

"Is that better, darling?" Jean stressed, working her tiny, white hand back and forth along his throbbing, hard cock-shaft, its heavy, outer layer of skin hotly searing the thick, rigid length of blood-engorged flesh to a point of making him cry out! "Milk more out of it, you little bitch!"

The poignant sight and taste of his hotly seeping seminal emissions had already fired Carol into tremoring spasms of frantic desire! Even the thought of her husband, Steve, whom she loved so much, couldn't lessen the burning need growing like wildfire within her! And she did love him... she did... ! Then, there were more tiny droplets of Mark's warmly escaping cum to feed her sexual hunger and fire her feverishly tingling loins... !

Christ, he couldn't take anymore of this! He'd spurt his cum right out in her mouth, and he didn't want that, Mark reelingly thought, watching Steve Foster's naked young wife move her tongue- moistened lips forward to suck the whole of his cock up inside her soft warm mouth!

"No damnit... wait!" he blurted, jerking his rock-hard penis back from her sensuously ovaled lips, remembering at the last second that it was the deceiving little blonde bitch, his own wife, Jean, eagerly clutching his throbbing hardness whom he wanted to shame and teach the lesson to! Punish them both, yes... but his fraudulent, lesbian spouse first and foremost! "Another time, maybe!" he rasped, pushing Jean's hand away and climbing onto the bed, his earlier plans of vengeance racing through his lust-enraged brain. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you, cunt!" he spat down at the supple brunette who had rolled apprehensively onto her back and was staring wild-eyed up at him. "Then, when Steve comes, we'll tell him all about it... everything... and maybe you can suck me off then while my queer little wife sucks the cum up out of his balls! Meantime, baby, I'm going to fuck you silly, until this little blonde slut wife of mine cries right along with you!" Carol moaned out beneath the approaching, naked husband of her girlfriend moving wrathfully toward her, his filthy worded intentions sending uncontrollable spasms of mixed sensation rippling through her helplessly cringing belly! Oh God... how could she stop him without betraying Jean's confidence... and eventually Caesar... ! She had done many forbidden things... but no man had ever fucked her except Steve! In that, she'd somehow satisfied her fidelity to him! The other girl-episodes, few as they were, and even wildly sucking Caesar that first night, she could inwardly smother without remorse, but this committing adultery with her husband's best friend... oh God... !