It Cuts Both Ways

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Jackie abandoned her original plan. She shivered and let out a sensual purr, turning and walking over to her briefcase. Dan smiled wide when she pulled out the bottle of lube and walked over to the couch, stepping out of her skirt at the same time.

By the time Dan managed to get his shoes off and step out of his own pants, Jackie had her blouse off and she was bent over with her hands on the back of the couch, waving her ass in his direction. He tossed his shirt aside, and wasted no time crossing the floor, as she stood back up.

Squeezing a generous dollop of lube into her hand, Jackie reached down and stroked her hand over Dan's hard cock, coating it in the slippery stuff. Wiping her hand off with a towel, she handed him the bottle and turned back around, bending until her hands were resting on the seat of the couch.

Dan could see wetness glistening between her nether lips as she bent and presented her ass to him. She rested her head against the back of the couch, reaching back to part her ass cheeks wide once he was in behind her. Dan upended the bottle and dribbled lube into the puckered iris of her ass, pushing his finger in to get the lubricant started inside her.

He tossed the bottle to the couch when his finger started sliding easily into her ass. Giving her cheek a sharp smack, he said, "Talk dirty to me, like a porn star, I like that."

Jackie put her hands back under her, and flipped her hair as she looked back over her shoulder at him. "Put that big cock in my ass. Take me. Fuck my ass, Dan."

"Oh, hell yeah," Dan groaned, parting her cheeks and pushing the head of his cock up against her forbidden entrance.

[------***------]

"Son of a bitch, that lucky mother-fucker wasn't lying," Joe laughed as he watched Dan lubing up Jackie's ass.

"If I'd known she was this much of a slut, I'd have tried to get some for myself. Now I'll have to wait until Dan gets bored with her and try for sloppy seconds," Roger said, shaking his head as he watched Dan toss the lube bottle to the couch.

A chime sounded from Joe's laptop, and he pumped his arm in a triumphant signal. Quickly typing back a message, he turned to Roger and said, "Five Gs for a video of her getting her ass rammed. I hope she never stops, she's going to make me rich."

Gesturing at the monitor, Roger said, "Here comes the five thousand dollar poke, then."

[------***------]

Jackie sucked in quick, sharp breaths, every exhale a blast of air, as Dan steadily increased the pressure. When his big head finally pushed passed her resistance and popped into her ass, she yelped, and then moaned. He paused for a moment and Jackie said, "Fuck my ass with that big dick."

"Oh, hell yeah, you know how to talk like a slut. I love that."

An animalistic growl burst from her as he pushed again, sliding deeper into her. Tears welled up in her eyes as the burning pressure edged deeper inside her. It had been a long time since she'd had a cock in her ass, well over a year, and she'd never had one as thick as Dan there. Balancing on one hand, she reached back to rub her clit while his cock violated her ass. Right now, the pain was the only thing she felt, but she knew that would change soon enough. She loved having her ass taken, and the discomfort would fade rapidly under her arousal.

Dan kept her cheeks pulled wide, trying to keep his hands out of the way, so that the camera would get a good view of his prick stretching her out. The sounds of her hissing and growling as he pushed ever deeper brought a smile to his lips. It was easy enough to tell she loved this, because otherwise he wouldn't have half of his cock buried already. She knew how to relax and take a cock in her ass.

She heard an, "Ah," of satisfaction as Dan's balls touched her nether lips. She growled when the sound turned sharp and surprised, as she clenched up her muscles and squeezed him extra tight for a moment. She relaxed again, and he bent to grab the lube. She couldn't stop the scream that erupted from her as he pulled back and the head of his cock popped out of her.

He drizzled more lube into her gaping hole, drawing another squeal from her as the cold liquid touched her burning flesh. The bottle had no more than hit the couch, when the mushroom tip of his big cock popped back inside her. Jackie's growling scream was primal, and quite loud. His balls came to rest against her this time in a single steady push.

"Do it, fuck my ass," she moaned, rubbing her fingers faster over her swollen clit, and feeling her juices soaking her fingers.

Dan started pumping then, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as her resistance eroded. Jackie's head lashed as she continued to make pained sounds that increasingly filled with pleasure. "You like it, don't you?"

"I love it. I love that big cock in my ass. Faster!"

The burning slowly vanished as Jackie's pleasure mounted. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he hit her too hard and fast for a few strokes, but then he seemed to realize her pain and slowed down to the perfect pace. The pressure of her building orgasm swelled, and she could actually feels drops of her juices spattering against her legs as her fingers flashed over her clit.

She felt like she was about to pee, and tried to clench up in alarm. Dan's next stroke caused her muscles to relax in a flash, and the next push of his cock pushed her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, oblivious to the world.

Dan looked down in surprise when he felt the warm spray against his legs. He'd heard about it, but he'd never been with a woman who squirted. Rocking his hips, since he couldn't really stroke her considering how tightly clenched she was around him, he watched another burst of hot girl cum soak his legs.

Jerking his cock out of her ass, drawing a surprised squeal from the hyperventilating woman, Dan pulled her up and spun her around. He lay her down on the couch and moved over her, pushing her knees up toward her ears. Jackie's back arched as he shoved his cock back in her ass.

The momentary respite banked Jackie's fires, but only for a moment. As soon as his cock started pumping into her again, she quickly rose toward another peak, her fingers rubbing her clit in fast circles.

Keeping one arm wrapped around her leg for leverage, Dan used his other hand to part Jackie's labia. He could see in her face that she was getting close, and he wanted a good look at her pussy squirting, if she did it again. A long, low moan rose up from her, and then he felt her clench up around him in orgasm yet again.

Jackie's eyes popped open when she felt wetness spattering on her face. She couldn't believe her eyes when the next spike of climax washed over her, and a spurt of juices shot from her pussy to soak both her and Dan. A moment later, a final squirt shot from her, sending a powerful shudder through her.

Dan released her nether lips, grabbing her other leg. He was on the edge too, and slammed his cock home with all his strength, loving the sight of her tits bouncing hard and the winces of pain on her still flushed face.

Dan roared, and Jackie felt his hot cum boiling up inside her. She arched her back, moaning contentedly as he filled her ass with his cream. He collapsed down over her on his hands, and they both panted for breath.

[------***------]

"Thar she blows!" Joe laughed and slapped his knee. "I think the price for this one just went up again. She went off like Old Faithful!"

"Too bad he didn't spray cum all over her face. That would have been the perfect ending to folding her in half and raping her ass. I'm going to have to go downtown and find a whore if this keeps up, and the wife doesn't give up the pussy."

Joe started downloading the new video to the laptop. "I've already went downtown to find a whore. Got me a good one too, she actually acted like she liked it."

"I need to find a whore like her, who just does it for the dick," Roger said, pointing at Jackie on the screen.

"You can say that again."

[------***------]

"Ow, I need to move," Jackie said in a pained whisper.

With a groan, Dan levered himself back up, and after a couple of quick breaths, pulled free of her. He let out a growling gasp, and she yelped as his softening cock popped free of her ass.

A final rumble of pleasure rippled through Jackie's body, followed by a stab of pain. "Ow. God, that was unbelievable, but fuck, my butt hurts."

Dan chuckled and sat down heavily on the couch, "Why didn't you tell me you were a squirter? That was fucking hot."

"I've never done it before, I didn't know I could." Her eyes widened when she felt all the cum inside her threatening to escape. "Oh, oh, I need to go to the bathroom."

She got up, quickly tossing some paper towels, and the moist wipes to Dan. She had to clench up hard as she tossed on her clothes. "I'll be right back," she said in a rush, and then swept out to the washroom.

Dan chuckled as he wiped off his dick, looking at the wet spots everywhere around him. He knew there was no way she was going to leave until it was cleaned up, and he wanted that pussy tonight too, so he started sopping up her juice with the paper towels.

By the time she returned, he'd finished with the couch and started blotting the spots on the carpet.

Jackie smiled and said, "Thanks. God, what a mess." She tore off a paper towel to help eliminate the evidence of their hot romp.

"Fun making it, though. Let's get it cleaned up, so you can make a mess of my bed at home. I want to eat that pussy." He smacked her ass as he finished.

Jackie shivered, and picked up the pace.

[------***------]

At a law office across town, another security man sat watching a hidden camera video, third in a series. The FTP was the dirty little secret of rent-a-cops all over the city, and they were all raving about the new videos.

The videos were certainly hot enough, and Steve thought it was even hotter since he recognized the woman plowing her pussy with a dildo in the first two. When he started the third video, his excitement drained away.

It was one thing to watch a guy's hot wife masturbating. It was something entirely different to watch her cheating, fucking another man. Steve stopped the video. It just felt entirely too creepy to be watching it.

Sitting back in his chair, Steve rubbed his chin and stared at the computer screen. He liked Mr. Boyd, who was always nice enough to him. What stood out in his memory, though, was the time he was about to lose his house. Mr. Boyd had walked up at quitting time and laid and envelope in front of him as he walked out the door. Inside were three hundred dollar bills and a note that said, Don't be proud, just take it. Merry Christmas.

A man like that didn't deserve to have his wife fucking around on him.

[------***------]

Chris was passed out on the couch when Jackie walked in at about three a.m. A half-empty bottle of Jack sat on the table in front of him, along with a shot glass, and some papers.

Still lightheaded from coming, and really starting to feel the burn from her violated pussy and ass, she tiptoed over to see what the papers were. Probably credit card statements for the sleazy hotel bills, and presents for his whore, Jackie thought.

Picking them up, she could tell Chris was really out. She knew that bottle had been full, so with a half bottle of whiskey in him, he wasn't likely to wake up any time soon. As soon as she looked, she knew the papers weren't credit card statements.

She started reading, and it slowly dawned on her. The paper said that Chris had been to a doctor, to be treated for impotence. It even said right on the papers that he reported it having been six months since it started.

Jackie's stomach went sour. He had been telling the truth. Oh, God, what have I done?

Putting the papers back down, Jackie hurried to the bedroom, and straight into the bathroom. She stayed hunched over the toilet, until there was nothing left in her stomach to come up.

[------***------]

When she stumbled out of the bedroom early in the afternoon, Chris was gone. Taking a quick look around, it appeared to Jackie that he had left in a hurry. His clothes from the night before were scattered in the spare bedroom, and a package of muffins sat on the counter, still open.

She cursed herself for not setting the alarm on his cell phone or something, so he wouldn't be late for work. A twinge of pain from her nether regions sharply reminded her of what she had done, how she had betrayed him because she thought he was cheating.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and a sob wracked her body. Sitting down, she put her head in her hands and cried.

The sound of the phone ringing startled her. Wiping her eyes, she looked over and saw that it wasn't on the charger. It rang again, and she tracked the sound to the opposite side of the room. Getting up quickly, and heading in that direction, she found the phone on a table when it rang a third time.

Picking it up, she took a deep breath to steady her voice and answered it. Silence greeted her, followed a moment later by the click of whoever was on the other end hanging up. She looked at the phone in confusion, knowing the delay between her answering and the other person hanging up was too long to mean she had just missed the call. Clicking the caller id button, she clenched her teeth and growled.

Cynthia Doyle.

With a scream of frustration, she hurled the phone across the room. I'm such an idiot! I was about to apologize to him -- AGAIN! I made myself sick over that cheating bastard, and he probably had some doctor who owes him a favor write that stuff up to cover his affair with that whore.

Stomping off to the bedroom to get ready for work, she growled under her breath, You're going to get it tonight, you cheating fuck!

[------***------]

When she got to the office, she found someone else bringing the mail. He said that Dan had called in sick, something she vaguely remembered him saying he might do as they lay together in his bed the night before.

Another stab of pain shot up from her ass, and she decided that she needed to call Dan. She'd made plans to go to his apartment again tonight, and there was no way she could handle it.

Besides, she needed to give her husband a piece of her mind, and throw his cheating ass out.

Dan sounded disappointed, but said he understood. He told her that if she decided she wanted to after all, he'd be at home. The sound of that offer almost made her change her mind, but she wisely decided to give her overworked sex a rest.

Pain or no pain, she knew that as the day went on, it was going to get harder to resist taking him up on that offer. It had been too long since she'd been fucked, and that thick cock of his did things to her she'd never even imagined.

[------***------]

Jackie's eyes narrowed as she heard Chris' car pulling into the garage. She sat on the couch, staring at the television, but the news wasn't even remotely registering through the red-hot thoughts swirling through her head.

Chris took a deep breath and opened the door, seeing his wife sitting on the couch. He put down his briefcase and went over to sit next to her. She ignored him.

"Baby, I need to talk to you. I need to show you something..."

Turning quickly toward him, her eyes flashing with anger, Jackie snapped, "What? The bullshit papers your doctor friend made up for you to hide the fact you're fucking around on me? She must be getting frustrated at you ignoring her, Chris; she called here and hung up on me this afternoon."

Flinching back from the furious tirade, he said, "Honey, what are you talking about?"

Standing up, she screamed down at him, "Don't honey me, you fucking... you..." An inarticulate scream burst from her and she spun away from him for a moment. Turning back, she said in low, ominous tones, "We're through. I want a divorce, and I want you the fuck out of here."

Reaching out toward her, Chris felt tears welling up in his eyes when she jerked away. "Jackie, please don't say that. Please, just let me tell you what was going on, so you'll understand. I wouldn't cheat on you, any more than you would cheat on me."

Those words stung, and Jackie whirled away before he could see the look in her face. "Never mind, I'll fucking leave. Go to hell."

She ignored him as he continued to blather on, grabbing her purse and heading toward the door. When he grabbed her shoulder at the door, she turned and punched him with all her strength. He managed to get an arm up, but seeing him wince and rub his arm offset the pain in her knuckles.

She slammed the door, and Chris hung his head, hearing her tires squealing as she left a moment later.

[------***------]

There was no answer at Dan's door. She'd driven around for hours, her throat sore from screaming curses nearly the whole time. Finally, she'd decided that she was going to see Dan. She figured that he'd be happy to eat her pussy again if she sucked him off, and that just doing that -- if she could leave it at just that -- wouldn't aggravate the dull throb of pain she was feeling. He'd mentioned the night before that he wanted to come on her face, which she'd never let any man do before. It was also something Chris had always wanted to do.

It would be the perfect revenge that Dan would get to spray cum all over her face, after her husband had begged for it for years.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen tonight unless she could figure out where he was. Digging through her purse, she cursed when she realized that the slip of paper with his number on it wasn't inside. She remembered putting it in her desk at the office then, and shook her head in frustration.

Turning to walk out of his building, she decided it wasn't such a bad thing. It turned them both on to fuck around in her office, so she may as well ask him to come there, once she got hold of him.

Plan in place, she hurried down out of his building, and back to her car.

[------***------]

"I love this job," Roger laughed, watching the monitor intently.

Miming the motion over his own chest, Joe said, "Look at those tits bounce, damn!"

"Fuck, somebody's coming," Roger hissed and quickly sat down in a chair.

"Oh, shit," Joe whispered when he finished hiding the video window and saw who was walking in the front door. He managed to calm himself and say, "Working late again tonight, Mrs. Boyd?"

"Yes, I need to take care of something," Jackie replied with a crooked smile.

"I'm going to run to the men's room," Roger interrupted, standing up quickly and heading off that way.

Jackie asked, "Are the washrooms down here unlocked, then?"

"Yes, Mrs. Boyd, they're right down there where Roger went."

"Thanks, Joe."

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead... Joe thought as he watched her walking toward the restroom.

"Pick up, dammit!" Roger paced back and forth in the men's room, listening to the phone ring. "Come on, Dan, pick up the damn phone."

[------***------]

Jackie stepped out of the elevator, feeling much better. She'd felt as though she was about to burst, and it was a good thing that the restrooms downstairs were unlocked, as she didn't know if she'd have survived the trip upstairs without wetting herself.

When she stepped out of the elevator, she muttered, "Damn it," when she saw Julie standing near her office door. She called out, "Hey, what are you doing here so late, Julie?"

"I forgot something, and I thought I'd see if you were here, since you've been working late so much."

Smiling, Jackie said, "Yes, I've been busy. So, are you going to be long?"

"No, I was just leaving," Julie replied.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," Jackie said as she punched in her key code to the door. She didn't notice that the readout said, Code Already Entered, instead of Code Accepted, like usual.