Christie sat on the couch, her eyes barely looking at the scenes before her on the screen. But she didn't lose a stroke as her hand pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. The guy on the screen held the woman's hair in his hand. She let go of the dildo and snatched the remote. Turning up the volume, she closed her eyes. "Now Bitch, you're gonna do exactly what I tell you to do. Otherwise, your husband will find out just how much of a nasty slut you really are."
Those were the words she loved to hear. That was the key to her climax. Hearing the man talk so forcefully to the young housewife. If only she could get Tony to talk to her like that. But her husband would never think of using that kind of language with her. He hated it when she cursed while they had sex. Christie's hands were slick from the amount of cum that had oozed from her cunt and coated her toy. She was pumping her pussy far deeper than Tony's average dick ever did. She would pay for it later, she knew. But it felt so good to be so stuffed.
Two hours later, she sat at her table sipping coffee. Her porno tape had been safely hidden away. Christie closed her eyes and let her mind focus on the throbbing pain in her cunt. She had pumped her fake dick deeper in her cunt than she normally did. And she could still feel sharp pain deep in her gut. She hoped that she had not hurt herself bad enough to have to go to the doctor. That would be very hard to explain to Tony. She was lost in thought wen she heard the knocking on her back door. Setting the cup down, she got up and looked out the window. Then she let out a sigh. Standing on her porch was Tom, her brother-in-law.
He came by much too often now days. And most of the time, it was to borrow money. She turned the knob and opened the door. "Tom, if it's money you need, we're flat broke." His big smile lit up his whole face. Those shiny white teeth, against the background of his dark skin, had always been his trademark. Tony always made fun of him and called him "teefer".
Tom brushed pass her and walked into the kitchen. "Ah come on sis, I don't come around just to beg money. In fact, this time, I came to give some back." Tom stood up and reached into his pocket. To Christie's astonishment, he pulled a roll of bills from his pocket, big enough to choke a horse. "Tom! Where did you get that much money?" Tom smiled his big smile again.
"You and Tom thought I was lying when I said I had a big settlement due me. Well, what do you think now?" Tom began to count out bills on the table. When he finished, he had counted out $5,000. "That's for all the times you two have helped me. Tell my little brother, thanks." With that, he kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door. I was at a lost for words. Tony and I had always looked at Tom as a loser. A dreamer, whose ideas would get him into big, troubles some day.
Christie thought the rest of the day about the money. It would help her and Tony get out of debt. She would even be able to get the new dryer she had been looking at. But her hopes for something better were dashed when her husband came home. Instead of being happy, Tony was livid. "No! I don't know where he got the money from, but I don't want any part of it. Settlement, my ass! There's no way anyone would pay that loser any money. I want you to take it back to him. Tell him, I don't want or need his dirty money." They had a big fight that night. So big, that Tony ended up sleeping in the guestroom. The next morning, Tony was gone by the time that Christie got up. All morning long, she looked at the money sitting on the table. She wanted nothing more than to just hide the money and keep it. But she knew that Tony would find out. And then things would only get worst. By 10am, she was dressed and headed out the door to Tom's house.
Knocking on the front door, Christie stood on the steps of Tom's home. After knocking a few times, since Tom's doorbell didn't work, he answered the door. When he opened the door, Tom looked like he had just gotten up out of bed. Christie could see that he had just thrown a bathrobe on to cover himself. "Christie! What are you doing here?" Christie walked pass him and entered the living room. She reached into her pocketbook and took out the bills he had given her the day before.
"Tony doesn't want the money. He said that you didn't get it from no settlement. He calls it dirty money. He told me to come over here and give it back." Christie set the money on the coffee table. Then looking at it with longing, she turned to go out the door. Tom touched her arm. "Christie, sit and have a cup of coffee with me." She followed him into the kitchen. Looking around the house, Christie was surprised at how neat and clean it was. "What did you do, hire a cleaning woman?"
Tom looked around and laughed. "Yea, something like that. I helped my neighbor pay some bills and she rewarded me by cleaning my house." Christie snorted. "Let me guess? The sexy, Latin lady down the block." Tom threw his hands in the air. "Hey! I don't make a woman do anything she doesn't want to do. I can't help it if Nora likes my boa constrictor." Christie looked at her brother-in-law. "Boa constrictors don't run in your family. If they did, Tony would be a lot better in bed than he is." Tom looked at his sister-in-law. Christie felt a bit uncomfortable at the way he looked at her. It was like he was taking her clothes off with his eyes. "What's the matter Christie, he's not big enough to satisfy you?" The way he said it there was a lot more said by his sneering tone. Then with no care for her feelings, he reached out and cupped one of her tits. "Tony was always too much of a gentleman to really satisfy a woman. I bet he fucks you with all the lights off?"
Christie should have just brushed past him and left. She could have said something smart and let him standing there in his bathrobe. But she didn't do either of those things. Her body shivered at the touch of Tom's hands on her. He acted so sure of himself. He looked down into her face as his hands squeezed and molded her tit. And Christie couldn't hide the effect he was having on her. He was treating her like he owned her. "If I were your husband, I'd fuck you with every light on.
I'd make sure I saw every expression on your face, as I rammed my long dick in your pussy and made you scream." Christie was a good-looking woman, but by no means was she a raving beauty. Tom had once told her that she was the perfect wife. She was cute enough to make a husband horny, and plain enough to keep the neighbors husbands away. She had always thought that it was an insult. "Is that how you fuck Nora?" Tom dropped his hand from her tit.
