"Is it going to happen in my lifetime?" she said sweetly, arching her neck and gazing at Elliot. "Or are you going to wait until I'm dead and then cornhole my asshole when I'm in my coffin."

"What a mouthy bitch," he said, compressing his cockhead and slowly wedging it into her asshole.

"Don't hurt me!" she shouted.

"Why don't you open the window and tell the neighbors what a bastard you're married to?" he growled.

"They already know," she hissed.

"Bitch!" he said.

"Save your energy for sticking it in," she said. "You need all of it you can gather."

He grunted in response. Actually she didn't mind getting buggered. When it was good, it was very good. There was something about having a cock in her bung that was a terrific turn-on. When it was good, she played with her cunt while he fucked her asshole and she usually managed to have a pretty good orgasm. That is, when he gave her enough time. Please, dear God, she thought as Elliot tried without success to force his dick into her butt-hole. Let me come tonight. I'll do anything you say, but let me have an orgasm tonight. I really need it.

He lunged forward then and Kerry's face was buried against the pillow. "Jesus, don't kill me!" she cried.

"Stop complaining, bitch," he said. "Think about all the slut you can buy downtown tomorrow."

"Fuck you!"

She knew he liked the view from this angle. She knew her cunthole was totally exposed and that Elliot liked to see her this way. Both fore and aft exposed and open for his pleasure. There was something Kerry liked about it too. The feeling of being mounted like a bitch in heat appealed to her. Maybe it was ages old from prehistoric times. She didn't know, but there was something very exciting about it. Was it because she couldn't see him? Was it the element of danger? God knows I need all the excitement I can find, she thought.