"Oooooooh! What are you doing! What are you doing!" she cried.

It was depraved and ugly. Never had he even intimated that he would do such a thing to her. Her hands went down to his hair to try to push his face from between her thighs… to get him to stop his greedy obscene sucking. Her head was lifted up off the couch as she watched with utter disbelief the horrifying scene of her husband hungrily lapping between her widespread legs, his head wagging back and forth like some huge, sex-maddened dog.

Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever, and she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom. Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her entire body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by her husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly squirming hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly into the involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething vagina… and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was doing. How could she ever face him again after he did this to her? And the worst was that in spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite of her utter revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling through her lower belly. Her body was responding to the forbidden licking of her loins in such a way that she couldn't help gasping with pleasure. She could see him looking at her, observing her, even as his mouth remained fastened to the widespread tightness of her besieged pussy, and she read in them a challenge that she fought desperately to meet. His hands reached up to the white mounds of her breasts, and she felt him grappling with the tender nipples, twisting them harshly while his tongue still worked at her hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.