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How could I resist an offer like that? I forcefully pinned Cathy against the shower wall and positioned myself between her legs. Bending slightly, I lowered just enough so that my cock popped into position. Cathy guided the steel missile with a free hand until the fat head entrenched itself within her furrow. Straightening my legs, my rocket pierced her opening, sliding in amidst the soap and raining water. Cathy gasped at the forceful and sudden intrusion, holding her breath until her pussy stretched to accommodate my cock. “Were you with Linda last night?” I queried again as I pushed my full length into Cathy’s clenching cunt.

“Ungh,” was all Cathy could reply as the air was driven from her lungs. Her eyes rolled back as she struggled to give an answer. No answer was given however, the only thing I heard was another grunt as I slammed back into her again.

“Were you with the waiter and the bartender again?” I continued fucking hard, my balls slamming against her groin as I continued the interrogation.

Cathy’s eyes flew wide open, staring into space as her mouth hung open gasping for air. I wanted her to tell me, but I knew my fucking her was preventing her from doing so. Part of me wanted to hear the answer, while another part didn’t really want to know the truth. I was afraid of how I would react to the truth, so I kept furiously pounding into Cathy. The rough sex ensued for another five minutes until I felt my cauldron prepare for boiling over. By this point Cathy had wrapped her ankles around my back and was humping down with every thrust, forcing my cock deeper into her cavern. Several seconds later my throbbing pole pulsed, sending several thinning strands of hot, white liquid deep into Cathy’s womb.

Cathy dropped her feet to the floor of the tub, standing on wobbling knees. “God, I needed that,” she exclaimed before quickly rinsing off under the cooling waters. I watched still transfixed by her demeanor as she proceeded to get ready for work, never answering my questions. By the time I got out of the shower, Cathy was ready to run out the door. “I’ll call you at the office,” she murmured just before kissing me goodbye.

“Damn her,” I cursed, still angry that she never told me where she had been all night, and what went on. Needless to say, by the time I got to work, I could not concentrate on anything except images of my wife with other partners engaged in a variety of sexual perversions. I stumbled through the morning ritual of paperwork, delaying anything that required concentration.

The ringing phone interrupted one of those images. I picked up the phone, “Hello?”