Pushed him away

With a startled cry, Gloria raised her hand to slap him. "You try and tell me lies about my darling Chay, and you think that it means you can do what you want?"

Phil reached up and grabbed her arm, twisting it around, spinning Gloria in a half circle. "As a matter of fact, I DO think I can do what I want. I'm sick and tired of you flaunting your breasts around, cock teasing me like crazy, and I think I'm going to do something about it." His free hand circled Gloria's waist, pulling her back against him, pressing his cock against her ass. "I've been wanting to do something like this since the day we met," he whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe as his hand reached up and cupped one of her luscious breasts

"You CAN'T do dees," she said, her panic making her accent manifest stronger.

"I told you, yes, I can," he replied, sliding his hand up to cup around her throat. "Let's go upstairs and get comfortable."

Gloria tried fighting, but Phil was too strong, and she was wearing heels, making the fight more difficult. She couldn't stop him pushing her up the stairs, half lifting her whenever she tried to stop, making their way to the bedroom Gloria and Jay shared. She struggled as they entered the room, and she caught sight of the bed.

"No, NO!" she screamed, trying to push back, but Phil used her motion to spin her around, one hand grasping her blouse, the buttons tearing off as she spun toward the bed, exposing her bare breasts. She tried to cover them as Phil stepped up to her, both hands reaching for the torn blouse and peeling the fabric off her shoulders.

"I thought they would be nice," he said, pinching a nipple. "Now, do I have to take your pants off you, or shall I?"

"Please, don do dees, Pheel," she pleaded, trying to cover her breasts.

"Then I'll do it," he growled, pushing her back on the bed, his hands going to her pants and peeling the skin tight fabric off her hips, realizing she wasn't wearing panties. "A landing strip, huh?" he said, grinning wickedly. "I think your husband likes the clean shaved look - after all, I never asked Claire to shave."

Gloria moaned in grief, not wanting to believe that this could be happening, covering her face with her hands. Phil got undressed, his clothes falling to the floor on top of the torn blouse and discarded pants. He stepped up to the bed, and Gloria's eyes popping open as his hands grabbed her ankles, raising her legs and spreading them, exposing her pussy to his enraged cock. Memories of the woman in the house flooded his mind as he brought his cock head against her pussy and pushed, watching and feeling as he finally achieved the dream he'd had for years.

She tried kicking, but Phil bent her legs up, pushing them against her chest as he rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy.

"Look there, what a dilema," Phil smirked, looking down toward his cock. "Which hole should I choose?"