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Bad Temper

The sun was screaming through the window. It was the beam that always tickled the balls of your feet and made you laugh. That sun you hoped you’d fall into when you died.

She lay on the bed, naked, out of the sun, tugging nervously at her right nipple. She traced the areola, then mechanically moved her fingers to her mouth, licked them, and pinched the nipple. She pulled the nipple and rolled it between her thumb and index finger – her eyes scanning his face, her ears straining for any sounds from the closet.

Her breasts were a full C, luscious and wide. The nipples were dark and potmarked. Her cleavage was unmatched. It was her triumph. She used it shamelessly; bending over in front of construction workers so that they would be driven mad, letting the top buttons of her dress pop off as she danced at the nightclub, so she could get free drinks, acting as if she didn’t notice her breasts made the most wonderful platter in the world, as she sat down in front of a naïve young boy toy at a coffee shop.

She had seduced the man in the closet with that cleavage, and her giggle – a giggle that started slow and built, like an orgasm. Her lips became wetter as she laughed, her breasts bounced and she ended with a flourish of hair and high heels. They always fell for it – it didn’t matter if they were late for picking up their children, had an early work meeting or they were on their way to buy their wife an anniversary gift.

The cleavage was God given, and she wielded it with the power of Thor to capture and destroy anything she wanted.

On her back, twisting her nipple, she wondered if she was more afraid, or more excited. A well-placed glance between her fingers – kind of blurry - and her breast – super sharp focus on her milky white skin – would reveal her husband almost fully dressed. He was slow and deliberate when he ran his belt through the loops on his pants, and concentrated furiously as he tied his tie.

As he fastened his gun holster, he paused to look at her. She was gorgeous. Naked on the bedspread, sweaty – covered in his cum; she didn’t even bother to wipe it off, and he didn’t hand her a towel. She barely moved since his removed himself from between her thighs.

“Who’s in the closet?” he asked her.

“Yes dear,” was her response.

They had been married 7 years, she knew he took care of her, she needed that, she needed not to be alone in the world. He worshipped her, gave her anything she asked for – even when it meant bending a rule or two.

“Don’t yes dear me, you bitch,” he said. “Look at you, lying there covered in cum like a fucking 2 dollar whore. Who’s in the fuckin closet?”

“John, why would you think any……..

“Because you’ve been watching that closet like it’s the fucking miracle of life since I came home. I was slamming you in the asshole, slappin your fuckin tits, I almost put my entire goddamned fist in your pussy, and you never said a word and never took your eyes off the fucking closet. Now I know a motherfucker is in there, and I know he knows I’m a cop and I have a gun and I have every right to blow his godamned dick off so he  better……”

The closet door opened. Out stepped a fucking baby. The kid couldn’t have been a day older than 16. He was holding a pair of jeans in front of his genitals, clutching ‘em like they were his only connection to air.

“John I didn’t……”

“You didn’t think I’d taste another man’s cum on you pussy. You didn’t think I’d know that your legs were sticky from the fuckin juices that already ran down them, Louise you just don’t………..”

“I didn’t think you’d be coming home for lunch,” Louise whimpered.

“Well, surprise,” said John, in a distracted monotone.

“John, what do you……”

“Kid, put on your fuckin pants,” John said.

The kid quickly slipped into his jeans and stood still, shivering slightly.

“You look cold kid. Get on the bed with that bitch. Let her warm you up. Hell, let’s all warm up, I’m gonna open the blinds all the way and let the sun in.”

“But the neighbors will…….”

“Shut the fuck up. Kid, get on that goddamned bed and snuggle up to my fuckin wife right, the fuck, now. Do you like fucking my wife?”

The kid stared blankly at John’s gun, which was still in the holster.

“Doesn’t say much for your fucking Louise, does it.”

“I’m a good fuck and you know it,” Louise said. “David’s just a college student I met at a coffee shop this afternoon, we just…….”

“You don’t even get to know them first before you cheat on me? You just pluck ‘em off campus and suck their dicks, huh.”

“John I….”

“Was, Our Boy, David a good fuck. Did he give you a good go at least? Smack your ass and hang in there 5 or 6 minutes before his tiny dick shriveled up?”

“John, just calm down. Why don’t you lower the blinds, let me get dressed and take David….”

“Ha…. Take him? What’s he got a fucking BMX bike. You had to give him a ride to my house so he could fuck my wife? Is THAT it?”

“John just let me…”

“SHUT UP. Get the fuck off the bed and go stand in front of the window and wave to the fuckin neighbors and the toddlers playing across the street.”

“John I…”

“GET IN FRONT OF THE GODDAMNED WINDOW.”

Louise grabbed David’s hand quickly and pressed it. She left him alone, still shivering a bit, sitting on the end of the bed, His skinny, hairless chest trembling from the force of his heart hitting – rapid-fire – his rib cage with the speed of a prizefighter working the bags. She stepped in front of the window. She was really a stunning woman. She was 5’4” and a bit heavy according to the women’s journals, but she had amazing curves. Her body was the prettiest puzzle you ever saw. You wanted to frame her and keep her in a museum. Her hair was black, her teeth were the cutest crooked and her cheeks just blessed you, and begged to be kissed.

“Slide up the bed David,” John said.

David finally took his eyes off John’s gun, shot a look at Louise and said “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not gonna do anything to you David. I’m gonna watch my wife fuck you.”

“What…..”

“SLIDE THE FUCK UP THE BED,” screamed John. “And Louise you better fucking have those tits pressed up against the window pane and you better be smiling bright at the fuckin neighbors”

David slid up the bed to the headboard. John handcuffed him to the headboard. Then went to the dresser drawer and got another pair of handcuffs and secured David’s other hand to the headboard. David’s heart was doing the Riverdance, he lay on the bed, in only his jeans, with his hands handcuffed to the headboard above him. John patted him on the head, then yanked his pants off him, so hi lay on the bed completely naked, and turned around.

“Why aren’t your nipples hard?” John whispered in Louise’s ear.

“John this isn’t………”

“It’s exciting isn’t it? To be pressed up against this full length window, completely naked. It really is too bad none of the neighbors or their kids are around. They all wanna see you naked. You’re a fucking fantastic woman Louise, a vision. Your nipples should be hard,” John said.

He grabbed Louise by the back of the neck and forced her to stick her chest out. He slobbered all over both of her nipples, nibbled on ‘em a bit and drooled like a dog in heaven with his chew toy. He could feel her nipples get hard, like little erasers. He circled each one with his tongue, then slammed Louise back against the window. Her lovely cheeks smearing the glass, her nipples, covered in his saliva, making little round spit circles. Her nipples, standing at attention.

“Touch yourself,” John told her.

Louise used her right hand to rub her stomach and John laughed. She began shaking a bit. Her cool demeanor was melting away. She knew John could be harsh if he wanted. She knew she didn’t want to lose him, and she didn’t want David to get hurt.

John grabbed her hand and guided it to her cunt. He inserted her fingers, with his, inside her, until she yelped. Then he smiled.

“You’re wet, you must be excited. Maybe if we had played some ‘good cop/bad cop’ before you wouln’t have had to go and fuck this pimply faced fucker.”

“John I’m so….”

“Turn around. Damn I’m gonna be late for work. Go over to the bed and sit on his dick. You better fuck him quick.

“John I’m not gonna…….”

“Yeah you are. Get the fuck on his dick.”

“Baby I don’t..”

John unholstered his gun for the first time then. He pointed it at his wife’s head ad told her to ‘sit on the kid’s dick.’

Louise walked closer to the bed and stepped up onto it. She stood, beautifully silhouetted, like a classic French statue, naked above David, then positioned her cunt above his cock and lowered her body.

“I’ll give you credit kid,” John said. “I can’t believe your dick is hard right now. I’m limp as a noodle. This whole episode is scaring the shit outta me.”

David began to cry softly. Louise “shushed” him gently and told him to fuck her, just like they had this morning. “I want my young stud to tear me apart,” she whispered in his ear. Then she sat up again and began grinding on his cock. She looked amazing, John thought. Her ass was like a juicy red tomato going in circles. Her hips were so disciplined, her stomach muscles clenching and unclenching beautifully.

David closed his eyes and began to moan softly.

Louise touched her breasts as she rode him. She grabbed her breasts firmly and repeatedly and started bouncing up and down on David. She looked up at the wall and began moaning.

John’s cock was getting hard now. He was watching his wife ride another man and was enjoying it. Her eyes were fluttering, her lips were trembling and she tilted her head back toward the ceiling. Her neck was bathed in gold from the last of the sunlight, as it traveled up and out of the room. It was tight and holding back a yell, John knew that tension. He’d seen it before.

The kid was recovering quite well from his crying episode. He was thrusting up and into Louise at a pretty good pace. She placed her hands on his cold, naked, chest and held him down a minute while she rollicked counterclockwise on his cock. Then she began darting straight up and down again, her breasts were bouncing beautifully, they looked like the million dollar ride at Disney World. A pair of wonderfully upper-middle-sized breasts heaving and hoeing.

David kept straining at the handcuffs. He was moaning more and trying to desperately to fit more of his body against hers.

John tossed Louise the handcuffs and told her to uncuff him, and he told them to keep fucking. They did.

David, free from the headboard, grabbed two healthy handfuls of Louise’s ass, which made he squeal. The she kissed him, softly biting his lower lip and pulling on it. He slapped her ass and she yelled. She always liked to be spanked while she was cumming, John thought.

David and Louise seemed to have forgotten John – as they’d probably forced themselves to do many times before, although, never with him in the room. David flipped Lousie over and got her on her hands and knees. He fucked her from behind, resting his hands lightly on the intersection of her ass and her back, while Louise played with her clit. Her head was being driven into the bead, she was moaning heavy and she was abusing herself royally. She slapped her pussy and screamed as David yelled out “I’m gonna cum.” Louise flopped onto her back, David stuck his balls in her mouth and she tickled them with her tongue, the the kid came all over her tits.

The kid smiled for a second, then looked at John with a mixture of ecstasy and fear. He had just blown his nut on a great fuck who was twice his age, and now he didn’t know if he was gonna die or not.

“Did you like that kid?” John asked.

“John don’t….”

“How was it kid, did you like it? Tell me the truth you little bookworm, come on,” John said waving the gun below David’s nose. David was still crouched on his knees above Louise’s head, he had a cross swinging from a necklace. “TELL ME.”

“I liked it,” David said, in a hopeless voice, one of a pilot resigned to hitting the ground.

“How about you,” John said. Looking down at his wife, covered in David’s cum, in his cum, then David’s again. “Did you like it? Do you like fucking kids?”

Louise looked John in the eyes, she looked strong and sexy, and said “Yes.”

John’s eyes teared up a bit. He was hurt, but not surprised after what he just saw. He clenched his jaw, rolled his eyes and told Louise he was sorry he came home for lunch.

He dropped the gun on the bed, turned, and started walking toward the door. Louise rolled onto her side and stared out the window, she felt David move toward the gun and tried to grab it, but she wasn’t quick enough. David lept up on the side of the bed, gun in hand, and yelled “FUCKER” at John as he reached the doorway. The gun was nicely balanced and had a hair trigger, it fit into David’s hand like it was molded for him and he had excellent motor skills. He told his finger to move and it depressed the trigger on the gun, a bullet came flying out in the direction of John. The shot was aimed at John’s broad back, his striped white shirt and blue tie, but it didn’t reach its target. Louise had appeared, diving naked in front of the bullet and John walked out the bedroom door unscathed, David shrieked and fell to his knees, Louise died instantly, the bullet ruined her perfect breasts and rendered her cleavage useless, forever.