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CHAPTER NINE

Steeling herself to what she had to do, Tiffany returned to the Howard Building a few hours later. The palms of her hands were sweaty.

Although she looked terrific, she felt terrible. Her marriage was over, and she had acted like a tramp. Ryan had his little blonde bitch, and she had nothing. She didn't even want the credit cards. They were no substitute for her husband's love.

She felt alone, although she was crammed in a crowded elevator. She rode it up to the sixth floor, being squashed by noisy animated people whose lives she sensed were a lot fuller than her own.

She walked down the hall, stopped at the door to Ryan's office. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and went inside.

For a moment, she had second thoughts, but seeing Kate, Ryan's little blonde secretary, made her more determined than ever to go through with everything.

"Can I help you?" Kate purred, looking up.

"You already have," Tiffany snapped. With Kate staring at her, not understanding, Tiffany reached into her purse and grabbed a packet of the photos. "I'm Ryan's wife, and I think you might be interested in these."

Kate gasped. "I… I didn't recognize…" Her eyes settled on the first photo.

"You little whore!" Tiffany spat. She slapped the startled secretary across the face and stormed into Ryan's private office.

"Tiffany! What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you a present." She strode over to his desk, tossed the other packet of photos on his lap. "I thought you might like these for a souvenir." She kept her control, watched his expression turn to shock.

Ryan picked up the pictures. His heart sank. The explicit photo on the top told the story. Silently, he slipped them into his desk. There was no sense lying about it. She had him cold.

"I gave the little bitch a set too." Tiffany's voice was wavering, cracking with emotion.

Ryan looked at his wife. "I have no excuse. It just happened." He felt his gut churn. "I love you, Tiffany… more than anything."

Tiffany found it difficult to speak. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "If you love me, what about the pictures?"

"Four days ago," he began, "after we argued on the phone, I was feeling shitty." He took a deep breath. "Kate came in, must have sensed my mood. She came on like a steamroller. Because I neglected you for so long, I in turn had neglected myself. I didn't stand a chance."

Tiffany's breathing was shallow. "Never before then?" she asked. It was barely a whisper.

"Never," he said. "After that… what can I say? She was available. I mean really available."

Tiffany didn't know what to do. Things weren't going the way she had planned them. Ryan was supposed to have said he wanted Kate, not her. She blinked away her tears. "You can still have her," she sighed.

"I don't want her," Ryan said. "I want you. I love you." He stood, walked across the room to the door.

Stunned, Tiffany watched.

Ryan opened the door. He saw Kate. The girl looked as if she were in shock. "Give me the pictures, Kate."

Numb, Kate handed him the photos. She was trembling, excited. Ryan would soon belong to her. It boggled her mind.

"You can go home, Kate," Ryan said, loud enough for Tiffany to hear. "I'll mail you two weeks' pay and give you good references." He paused, his jaw firm.

The words shattered Kate's fantasy. Dazed, she got up, walked by him and left.

"I don't know if that helps," Ryan said, going back into his office. He took Tiffany's hand. "Never again, Tiff. Just you and me. Like it used to be."

Tiffany burst into tears. Her vengeful acts haunted her, filled her with despair. "We can't," she sobbed. "I've been such a tramp. A tramp!" She was bawling, her face buried against his chest.

Ryan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. A knot tightened in his gut. Visions, terrible visions of Tiffany with other men clouded his mind. He fought them.

"Sweetheart," he murmured. The images faded to where they belonged – into the past. "It doesn't matter." He wrapped his arms around her.

"If you knew what I've done," she sobbed, "you wouldn't say that." His arms felt good. For a moment, she felt secure, but knew she didn't belong there. Ryan had cheated, but she had done more than have a quick affair. She had defiled her marriage.

"I drove you to it," he said. "You're only human. God, I've been a bastard these last months." He brought his mouth to hers.

"Oh, Ryan," she sighed. She parted her lips, eagerly accepting his warm mouth. "Mmmmmm."

Ryan's hands roamed his wife's supple body. "Oh, sweetheart," he moaned, breaking the kiss. His cock throbbed for his wife.

"Unnn, Ryan, my love," She pressed tightly against him, felt his cock. "You're getting hard." It excited her. Ryan truly wanted her.

"I'm always hard for you."

Tiffany squirmed out of his arms. She giggled, letting him know that the past was forgiven.

Ryan grinned. He feasted his eyes on Tiffany, wondered why he had been so crazy as to neglect her. She was gorgeous.

Tiffany smiled hotly. She looked at the photos. "How would you like to fuck me here?"

Ryan's face spread into a grin. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

"I hope to take your cock right out of your pants."

"Be my guest," he said. "It's been a long time since you've sucked me."

"Too long," she purred. "Sit down at your desk. I'll take good care of you." She winked.

Ryan dropped into his padded chair. His eyes drifted to Tiffany's rolling hips. "I hope you're not going to keep your clothes on."

"Not at all," Tiffany sighed. This was exciting, wonderful. "I'm going to give you the best strip show, the best blowjob, and the best fuck of your life."

"Then," Ryan added, "I'll take you to dinner, and later to a motel, and we can spend the night fucking like newlyweds."

"Oooo, Ryan!"

She stood in the center of his office. Slowly, to a rhythm that was in her head, Tiffany stripped, ending up with her clothes piled on the floor and her naked body totally on display for her husband's pleasure. She paraded around the room, exhibiting her flesh blatantly, lovingly.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous!" His cock was aching. "I must have been crazy to neglect you."

She stood in front of him, rocking her hips, her tits swaying, the nipples swollen. "You were, Ryan."

He reached for her, grabbed her hips, and caressed the firm sexy curves of her lush body.

"Mmmmm," she purred, enjoying her husband's touch. "Oooo, let me get your cock."

Ryan gave his wife's ass a nice massaging squeeze.

"Ewwww," she cooed, wriggling her hips and dropping to her knees. She rubbed his cock-bulge. "I've wanted you for so long, Ryan."

"Now you have me." He settled back. His wife's hand was driving him into a hot state of raging passion. "Take my prick out sweetheart, and suck it."

Tiffany pulled out his cock and gasped. All the pleasure she had ever received from her husband's cock came rushing back, erasing the nightmare she had been living. She fondled his cock with love.

"Oh, Tiff. Suck it. Suck my cock like you used to."

Tiffany gobbled his prick up into her mouth. She sucked with overwhelming joy. Her mouth soaked his cock shaft, her spit wetting his pants. She clawed at his belt, her mouth a furnace of sucking meat.

"Unnn, Tiff!" He jabbed up. His cock fucked into her throat. "Unnnnn! Bite! Bite!"

Tiffany bit hard, making Ryan jerk and twist in the chair. She sucked hard and chewed hard, devastating his prick with her mouth.

Gurgling, she popped her mouth off his prick. "You're delicious." She licked her lips. "Just like old times."

Ryan stood, tore at his clothes.

Tiffany rolled back on the floor, looked up at Ryan as he ripped off his clothes. Her body was on fire. Her cunt needed his prick, needed it more than anything else in the world.

"Hurry, my darling," she gasped. "Hurry!"

Ryan was naked. He stared down at Tiffany writhing on the carpet. His prick jutted out stiffly, the glistening cock head bloated, sensitive.

"Get down here and fuck me," Tiffany cried. She spread her legs wide, raised her arms. "Fuck me, Ryan. Cream me. Cream my cunt."

Tiffany's hot voice bombarded his senses. He dropped to the floor, his prick ready. He leaned over her writhing body, his prick pointing, aimed at the fiery gash of her scalding cunt. "Tiff, I love you."

"I love you!" She lunged up, her cunt gobbling up the head of his cock. "Fuck me!"

Ryan plowed his hips forwards, fucking his prick to the balls. The strength of his lunging fuck-thrust drove Tiffany's writhing body into the carpet. "You got it, sweetheart. Every fuckin' inch!"

"Yessss," she hissed. "Ooooo! Pump! Pump!" She wiggled her hips, her cunt stretching, pulsing, accommodating her husband's prick. Tight spongy cunt muscles closed around his jabbing cock shaft like a wet velvet clamp.

Ryan pounded her. All the passion he had not given her over the months was unleashed. Hard fuck-stabs mashed Tiffany's body into the carpet. He fucked her with long violent strokes, his balls slapping at the cheeks of her ass.

"Yes! Un! Ooooo!" She was delirious. Ryan was fucking her. It was truly heaven. She lunged up, matched him stroke for stroke. "Faster, my darling. Faster!"

Ryan picked up speed. His fuck-thrusts became shorter. His arms stiff, he stared down into her beautiful face while he fucked her. He watched her tits flop and jiggle with each lunge of his hips.

"Unnnnn," she gasped. She raked his arms, his chest. Dark glassy eyes stared up into his face. She caressed his chin, his tightly drawn lips. "Ooooo, I love you, Ryan. Make me cream. Fuck me. Fuck me to death!"

Ryan fucked harder. His prick swelled. He saw on her face that it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. It drove him on, his prick triggered for an explosion of cum.

Tiffany was swirling at the peak. Ryan's cock, the only cock that mattered, was fucking deep inside her pussy. She gurgled dreamily.

"Unnnn," she gasped, her eyes widening. Pussy muscles grabbed at his fucking cock, but his power kept him fucking through the spongy softness. "Oh, Ryan. Darling… darling. Your cock feels so good." A storm was brewing in her pussy, a storm of passion that would soon be unleashed.

Their groins whacked wetly. Their bodies clashing, fusing, parting, moved at a blurring speed. Their hips twisted, jerked, constantly in motion.

Tiffany wriggled in spasm. "Oooo, Ryan. I'm going to cream all over you!" Her legs seemed to dissolve, melt around his hammering hips. Her tits jiggled. The rest of her body quivered helplessly.

Ryan quickened the fucking tempo. "We'll cum together. You and me, sweetheart!" Every muscle, every tendon in his taut body tensed for the crucial moment.

"We'll cream each other!" he roared. He fucked her with long sensuous strokes. Each hard jabbing fuck-thrust was backed by the power of his six-foot frame.

"Ohhh, yes! Yes!" Recklessly, she impaled herself on her husband's plunging cock. She arched her body, allowing him to fuck deep. She used her cunt muscles, clutching at his spearing prickhead and thick throbbing cock shaft.

Lunging, Ryan fucked Tiffany with all his might. His pace was fast, his strokes now shorter, packing more punch. He saw her face through his gray lust-crazed eyes. She was gorgeous, a package of TNT he would never neglect again.

Suddenly, he thrust forward. "Unnnnn, honey!"

His cock spewed cum. The vision of Tiffany in ecstasy had been too much. His cock was spouting thick globs of jizz. Large gooey gobs of his cum splattered deep inside Tiffany's cock-gulping cunt.

"Oh, darling. I feel your cum!" Her breath quickened. Her cunt pulsed, gliding along his bulky cock shaft. Cunt muscles massaged his cock. The hot jizz triggered an explosion in her pussy. "I'm cumming. Creaming your prick!" Orgasms washed over her twisting body, generating more passion, more wild gyrations. Her hips lunged, and her ass swiveled. "I'm… cumming! Ahhhhhh!"

As Ryan fucked deep, cunt juice bubbled past her clinging cuntlips, dribbled down the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes were a glassy sheen. She jerked slavishly as Ryan's cock blasted jizz again.

His fat cock sprayed a thick gooey sauce of cum into Tiffany's pulsating pussy. His head whirled. He felt dizzy, overcome with passion. Tiffany was fabulous, the ultimate fuck. A gushing stream of cum spewed from his piss slot. He was cumming like never before.

Tiffany felt the stiff point of his plunging cock in the steamy depths of her pussy. "More! More! Ahhhh!" She arched her back, eyes bulging.

He ravaged her pussy guts with his prick, wanting to give her the pleasure he had denied her. Savagely, he pounded her into the rug. Each fuck-lunge took his cock deeper into the bubbling pool of her overflowing cunt hole. "Sweetheart! Aghhhhh."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Your… cock… so wonderful!" She creamed again, climbed to ecstasy with him. "Don't stop! Don't stop fucking, lover," she squealed. "I want it so bad. Ohhhh!" She wiggled on his fucking prick. "I only want you." Moans of passion soon replaced words as her orgasms became overwhelming. Wildly, frantically, she threw her body against Ryan's pounding frame.

They worked in a frenzied rhythm. Her drooling cunt bathed his hulking cock in gooey pussy cum. Her tits jiggled, swollen with blood. She dug her heels into his back. Cum gushed, squished as their bodies smashed together.

Twisting her head, she humped upward. More cum flooded her cunt. More cunt juice flowed from her pulsing pussy walls. Animal sounds echoed in the office. They fucked violently at each other. Each tried to give every thing. It was an attempt to erase the past and begin the future.

"Ryan!" She shuddered, froze, collapsed back in a whimpering heap.

Ryan attacked her limp exhausted body, fucking his cum into her overflowing pussy. One last grunt, and he collapsed, crushing her beneath him.

Lying on the office floor, they held each other, caught their breath.

"Now get dressed," Ryan finally said. "We're going out to dinner."

"Mmmm, what about the business?" she teased with a smile, gathering up her clothes.

"Fuck the business," he said. "I've made enough money to take the rest of the day off. Maybe even a few extra days."

She kissed him tenderly on the mouth. "I love you."

Dressed, they closed the office and went out to enjoy their marriage – the way it was meant to be enjoyed. And Tiffany knew there would be less sorrow and more fucking in her life now.