Michael and Jen had just gotten home when the phone rang. "It's Victor," Michael said to his wife. "He and Monique are in the neighborhood, and asked to stop by."

Jen froze. She wasn't ready to see Victor again, not after the last time. That's why she wouldn't go to the club, but had instead insisted that they go out by themselves to dinner and a movie.

"We should invite them over," Michael said. "They're just down the street. We don't want to be rude."

Jen started to protest, but she sensed her husband's excitement. She could tell he wanted to see Monique again. Feeling hurt, she shrugged, and listened as Michael excitedly invited Victor and Monique up to their apartment.

Jen remembered Victor's command. "Next time I see you, I want you wearing a shorter skirt. But not before then."

Jen had intended to wear the new outfit that evening with Michael -- the turtleneck and mini-skirt. But at the last moment she had decided on a different skirt and blouse, and low-heel pumps. It wasn't because of Victor's command, she had told herself. She just felt more comfortable in less revealing clothes.

But now, with Victor on his way to see her? She didn't know what to do. Changing into a short skirt would be so humiliating. But Victor's words kept echoing in her head. "Next time I see you, I want you wearing a shorter skirt."

"I guess I better change," Jen said finally. She saw the questioning look on Michael's face, and hurried into their bedroom before he could ask anything. Jen undressed, and hurriedly rummaged through her closet for the new outfit. She considered a moment, looking undecided, and then sprayed perfume between her breasts. She was about to put on the new outfit when she remembered a porn movie she had watched with Michael. Blushing and feeling a little ashamed, she pulled down her pantyhose and panties to her knees, and spritzed a little perfume on her trimmed bush. Jen pulled her pantyhose and panties back on, then dressed quickly in the clingy turtleneck and mini-skirt. She also changed from the low-heel pumps to her new stiletto heels. She brushed her blonde hair and checked her makeup, applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She was about to return when she hesitated, looking at the top of her dresser. While feeling guilty, she nevertheless snatched up the pearl necklace Michael had given her on their wedding day, and put it on around her neck, the string of pearls hanging between her shapely breasts.

"You look great, honey," Michael said as she emerged from the bedroom. "Is that a new outfit?"

Jen nodded hesitantly. "Um ... yeah. I had some money left over after buying these shoes. Do you like?"

Michael barely had time to nod before the door buzzed. Then Victor was standing in the door, smiling and leering at her past Michael's shoulder. He looked her up and down, nodding appreciatively.

"I'll get drinks," Jen said nervously, wilting under Victor's intense gaze. She retreated into the kitchen, hoping Victor wouldn't follow, but knowing he would.

Jen was on her tiptoes and reaching for wine glasses when she felt Victor's presence behind her. "You smell delicious," he said as he nuzzled her neck, his face buried in her silky blonde hair. "You look incredible," he said as his hands worked under her turtleneck and felt her flat tummy. "Man, you've got a fucking tight body!"

Jen felt Victor's hands roaming under her turtleneck, moving towards her breasts. "Please," she pleaded in a low voice, putting her hands on Victor's and trying to push him away. "Michael's just in the other room."

Victor chuckled. "Let's see what they're doing," he said, and he guided Jen to the doorway of the living room. Monique was straddling Michael on the sofa, her dress pulled up around her waist. Jen felt a pang of jealousy as she watched her husband reach behind Monique and unzip her. She felt even worst as Michael's eyes grew wide at the sight of Monique's braless breasts, and she barely stifled a sob as Michael fondled and sucked Monique's nipples.

Suddenly Jen felt a hard, pulsing rod in her hand. Victor had pulled out his penis and was pressing it against her. Jen tried to pull away but Victor held her hand with his, making her hold his hard cock. Despite seeing her husband with another woman, Jen found herself fascinated by Victor's penis. It was long and thick and incredibly hard, like granite, with thick veins running up both sides of the shaft. It looked menacing, yet the skin was soft and unblemished. Her body tingled as she held him, and she felt almost dizzy with anticipation and excitement.

Jen watched as Monique reached down and cupped Michael's hard-on. "I've wanted to feel this since that first time we danced," Jen heard Monique say. Monique unzipped Michael and pulled out his penis. This was the penis Jen was so familiar with, the only penis she had held, or sucked, or allowed inside her for almost 10 years. It was her husband's penis, the penis of the man she loved. But even as she watched another woman fondle and stroke Michael's penis, Jen couldn't help comparing it to the one she held in her hand.

"Michael is so small," Jen thought.

Victor pulled Jen back into the kitchen, easily lifting her onto the kitchen table. He pushed her skirt up around her waist. Jen yelped when he tore her pantyhose from the waistband to her crotch, and she yelped again when he ripped her panties off. Victor's brutal nature both frightened and aroused her.

Victor smiled, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Jen's pussy, hairless except for a thin landing strip above her clit. Jen blushed as for the first time in almost ten years, a man other than her husband looked upon her most private parts.

Victor guided his cock to Jen's pussy, rubbing the large bulbous cockhead between her wet pussy lips, and was satisfied when he heard Jen moan. Jen looked between her legs and saw the long, thick cock that was about to penetrate her. It frightened her, it was so big. How could it ever fit inside her?

Victor held Jen's hips as he slowly pushed his massive cockhead into the young blonde wife. "Ugh god, god!" Jen cried at the violation. "It hurts!"

"Stop whining," Victor said dismissively. "You'll get use to it, and when you do, you'll beg me for it."

Jen grimaced and bit her lip as, inch by inch, Victor penetrated her with this thick cock. Perspiration fell off Victor's brow from the exertion. "Damn you're tight, as tight as a fucking virgin!" he growled.

"It hurts, it hurts," Jen whimpered, tears flowing down her cheeks from the pain. She felt her pussy straining around Victor's rod; it felt as though she could feel the thick veins running up the sides of his cock. She looked between them and her eyes grew wide. He still had at least six inches to push inside her! And he seemed to get thicker at the base! God, she already felt completely stuffed, how could she possibly fit all of him inside her?

Victor began pulling out and pushing back in, each time stuffing more cock meat inside her. Jen grunted from the pain, her chest heaving, her hands frantically gripping the sides of the table.

But then, pleasure joined the pain, and Jen's grunts turned into moans. Victor was so long and thick that he stimulated both her clit and g-spot with every thrust. The pleasure was incredible, its intensity magnified by the pain.

Suddenly Jen tensed, her back arching as she came. It was like a dam rupturing, and she dug her manicured nails into Victor's back as tidal waves of pleasure cascaded through her body. She had never had an orgasm so intense, and it went on and on, never seeming to end. Then Victor grunted and his body tensed, and with a powerful lurch he also came, his cock pumping what seemed like gallons of his seed into Jen's fertile womb.

They lay panting for long minutes, their chests heaving in tandem. Jen wrapped her arms around Victor's neck and they lay there snuggling in the afterglow of their orgasms, his half-hard cock still inside her, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"My god," Jen thought silently, still panting but completely satisfied. "My god." She had never had better sex. She had never even known sex could be so good.