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AUTHORS' NOTE: Hi, everyone! For those who haven't read the first two chapters, this chapter might not make sense. This series is written so that the chapters follow a chronological sequence, so that if story-line is important to you, you may find the previous two installments under NON-CONSENT/RELUCTANCE. In any case, we hope you find the sex hot and nasty. Enjoy!

From CHAPTER TWO:

Some hours later, her husband is shocked to find his wife tied up and his safe rifled. The investigating detectives, noting her bruises, the rope she'd been tied with, and the Professional manner in which the alarm system had been disabled, had no reason to suspect the *quot;prim and proper*quot; housewife.

A few days later, Marilyn's husband decides to take her with him when he goes on a business trip to Vegas. While he is out at his seminar, Marilyn calls the pager number her masked rapist/lover had given her before making her getaway. In the sumptuous suite where they are staying, Marilyn's *quot;safe*quot; is *quot;rifled*quot; very thoroughly and professionally by the dildo-strapped professional thief. Butt-fucked to non-stop orgasms, the sexy redhead is waiting like a good little wifey when her spouse arrives.

*quot;Honey, do you smell that?*quot;, he asks, sniffing the air. *quot;I can't put my finger on it, but WHEW!, it stinks!*quot;

Marilyn knows EXACTLY what it is: her mystery lover had plowed her ass so deep and so hard that she'd been unable to stop farting.

*quot;I'll call downstairs and get them to send a maid up*quot; she says, moving toward the phone. With her back turned, her hubby can't see the secret smile curving her lips as she punches in the number:

CHAPTER THREE

It is NOT the number to the front desk; it is her new lover's pager number. Even as she punches in *quot;1230*quot; (the time her husband will leave the room yet again for a lunch meeting), she says *quot;Yes; will you send a maid up to our suite, please? My husband is complaining of a foul odor.... güvenilir bahis One hour? That will be fine. Thank you.*quot;

Marilyn and her husband are safely-ensconced in a luxury suite of one of Las Vegas' premier hotels, courtesy of Dave's company. Executives of his stature are allowed to bring their wives on business Trips, and Dave is more than eager to show- off his lovely and well-stacked *quot;Mrs*quot;; many of his colleagues (and some of THEIR wives) would love to spend some quality time in the *quot;sack*quot; with the sexy and voluptuous Marilyn, and he knows it. In the evening, they attend a lavish party, where they eat the finest food and drink expensive liquor and wine. Three hours or so into the gala, Marilyn complains of the on-set of a headache. Dave is sympathetic, and encourages her to go back their suite and lie down.

*quot;I'll let Mr. Jessup know that I'll be right back, and I'll walk you. Just a second*quot;

*quot;No, no, honey. I can get there just fine. If you leave now, Willows will jump right in there and get his ear.*quot; She nods toward the slender and slightly-effete Stefan Willows, edging his way toward Dave's boss, Matt Jessup, who is holding court with a few of his cronies, drinking aged scotch and smoking expensive (and ILLEGAL) Cuban cigars.

A worried frown creases Dave's brow; he and Willows are the front-runners for a cushy VP position, and one Can never underestimate the value of *quot;getting the boss's ear*quot;, as Marilyn had put it. He knows that the right thing to do is to escort his wife back to their suite, but isn't solidifying his position in the company the right thing to do, as well? Marilyn will understand; she's a good corporate wife.

*quot;Yeah, you're right. You're a good kid, Mare. Thanks*quot;

*quot;Sure. See you later*quot;

She makes her way through the party room and to the elevators. Marilyn enters their suite, and the door closes, the faint rustle of fabric betrays the presence of another in the türkçe bahis room.

Marilyn's question is delivered in a halting, excited whisper:

*quot;Is it you?*quot;

The return whisper is one Marilyn would recognize anywhere.

*quot;What the fuck do you think?*quot;

Soft female palms cup Marilyn's breasts from behind. They are heavy and hot and her nipples are achingly stiff. Her unseen partner thumbs the dark brown, rubbery nubbins gently, and the voluptuous wife and mother squirms and pants, already getting hot. Her part-time lover squeezes and fondles her melonous, bra-less jugs through her thin bodice even as a familiar stiffness stabs into the desperate housewife's soft, womanly behind.

*quot;Down on your knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you right here*quot;

Without a second of hesitation Marilyn goes to her knees, drawing the hem of her evening gown up over her mouth-watering bottom as she positions herself on hands and knees. When she went to the ladies' room earlier, she removed her panties, as she has been waiting for this encounter all day.

The black-clad intruder drops to her knees behind Marilyn. Spreading her buttocks open with both hands, she places the fat tip of her cock-head against the entrance to the Sunday School teacher's anus. Marilyn bites her lips and tenses a bit, willing herself to relax and open herself to the invasion. The pressure is relentless as the woman behind her pushes her hips forward, then the housewife's sphincter yields and opens up. A second, more insistent flexing of the *quot;attacker's*quot; hips, and the thick rectum-wrecker plows into Marilyn's defenseless rectum.

*quot;AHHHHHHGAWWWWD!!*quot; The breath rushes from Marilyn's throat. Her head snaps up and her gorgeous face twists in a grimace of pain as the monster slab of latex begins its slow, unrelenting journey into her entrails. The auburn-haired mother of Jack and Tim and Dave, Jr's asshole convulses uncontrollably around the solid güvenilir bahis siteleri rubber stalk. A sobbing gasp escapes Marilyn as the other woman's hips come to rest, mercifully, against the splayed cheeks of her pillowy ass.

The redhead's fingers dart into the drooling slit between her own legs, as her mystery guest begins to fuck her harder. The other woman's rough butt-fucking is awakening Marilyn's *quot;inner slut*quot;. She now loves the sensation of having her asshole filled to bursting. Her orgasm begins to build as her unknown *quot;attacker*quot; rams her butt harder still; her elegant, red-tipped fingers take her own clit between them and twist it in time to the steady strokes.

The incredible pleasure is almost too much for the wife and mother. A resounding slap to her right butt-cheek sets Marilyn off, it feels as if monster fireworks are sizzling and crackling through the core of her being. The other woman's strong fingers tighten about the voluptuous beauty's hips and she continues her anal assault, even as Marilyn is wracked with secondary explosions. The ecstasy of the spending is almost too much for Marilyn to bear.

Her female lover rocks faster and faster, deep and hard in her wide-open anal orifice. Marilyn gasps and moans, thrashes and tosses her head about as she is royally, thoroughly, inexorably bottom-fucked like the bitch in heat that she is.

At last, the dildo-strapped intruder has had enough as well; the shaft of the shorter end of the double dong, tucked securely inside her own cunt, has rubbed and butted against the stem of her clit the whole time she is sodomizing Marilyn, and the constant friction serves to ignite an explosion of her own.

The two women rest there for the next ten minutes or so, in the same position. Finally, Marilyn raises her tangled mass of auburn curls, and speaks.

*quot;I don't even know your name, and I've never seen your face. Is that how it's going to be?*quot;

A pause, and then: *quot;For now. First I have to trust you. Then we'll see*quot;

Fiona puts herself back together, then slips out of the suite, leaving Marilyn still on fours, her asshole a gaping ruin.

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