Double Bang

_____________________________________________________________ WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Copyright 1996, by the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. ______________________________________________________________ A story of self-deception. A man so convinced of his sexual prowess that it sets him on a downward path of destruction in which he inadvertently double bangs his wife one last time just the way she wants it. My apologies to Heywood Gould who wrote the real story, "DOUBLE BANG" which is well worth reading. _______________________________________________________________ Double Bang - by Dafney C. Dewitt Plunging into his wife, Audrey, for the second time that night should have been easy for Norman. At 42 years of age, he was a slightly balding, but lean advertising executive. His chest and stomach were firm but not muscular. He knew his appearance was unexceptional. It was in performance that he excelled. Norman prided himself on his double bangs. With his wife's legs spread before him, Norman poised over her savoring the moment. He knew everything about his wife. It was like surveying the instrument panel of his BMW. Audrey was wet. She was laying on her back with her legs splayed. Her long black hair cascaded in disarray around her head. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed from her forehead. Her breasts thrust up from her chest like coned-shaped headlights with red tipped centers. Norman knew what she wanted. She made dog like yelps of encouragement to let him to know when to fuck her harder. Tiny tremors of orgasmic aftershocks jiggled her boobs after she climaxed. Norman knew everything about his wife except what was in her heart. Later, he realized that he never knew his wife. He never knew her at all. He started lowering himself onto her. He was hard again. He was ready. Audrey twisted. She turned away from him. "Hey, what the hell!" "I'm sorry." "Turn back over." "No. I don't need a double bang tonight." "Why not?" "You were perfect the first time." "I'm even better the second time." "No, I don't need it again." "But I do it just for you." "I'm too sensitive down there. Let's sleep." Norman was stunned. Double bangs were his way of letting his wife know he really loved her. He really did love her, but words were so shallow and insincere. As copywriter for ads, he knew the words "I love you" were empty. Instead, he showed his wife he loved her. He double fucked her. After giving his wife a complete fucking, a real one hour knock-her-socks-off pummeling, he could recover in less then five minutes for a second round of sex that was just as intense as the first. Norman was an incredible sex piston, as slick and powerful as the other pride of his life, his black BMW 740. He was fine tuned for sex. He had power to spare. He could drive it home not just once, but twice with only a small pause to re-fuel. He was a sexual dream machine. "Are you sure?" "Not tonight honey." "I do it for you." "I know." Norman turned away from Audrey shutting her off with silence. Deeply wounded, he pretended to sleep, hiding his hurt until he could find out what was wrong. A woman was no different then a finely tuned BMW. If it started backfiring, you shut it down to cut the damages until you could fix the problem. Mere words would never fix anything. Audrey had never refused a double bang. Audrey had problems. Norman would be the fixer. The next morning, Norman pretended last night's problems had been forgotten. He politely kissed his wife good-bye and drove off to work. However, at the end of the street his BMW 740 turned left and climbed up the dead-end semi-circle drive of the hill behind his house. He parked and waited. From his vantage point, he could look down on the small green oval of grass that was his front yard and the black roof of his house. After a half hour wait, his wife backed out of the driveway in her green Volvo. He watched as the car went two blocks and turned right before he followed. He was afraid of losing her. He thought tracking his wife would be difficult. He expected a mystery. He wanted it to be hard. Her car only traveled six short blocks. Norman knew where she was going before she arrived. The truth crushed him. Audrey was headed to Big Bob's house. Easy going Big Bob Simpson and his wife Julie were Norman's best friends. Bob was a gentle black giant, with a beer belly. He was a good four inches taller then Norman and weighed more then 320 pounds. Norman never would have guessed, but he now suspected that Bob's nickname had nothing to do with his height or the size of his belly. All those dirty jokes about the legendary size of black men might be more then myth. Could this huge slug of a man be having an affair with his wife? He had to know. After a suitable wait, Norman slipped out of his car and walked down the pathway on the side of Big Bob's house to the gate. It was closed with a simple garden latch attached to a pull string. Quietly, he creeped around to the back bedroom window. The blinds were shut tight, but the window was slightly open. He could hear his wife. "Ooh, I've missed you," Audrey sighed. There was a rustling sound of her dress being removed. He heard a noise like a shoe falling to the floor. Then a deep throaty groan was followed by a series of high pitched yelps of joy from his wife. Tears brimming in his eyes, blinded with fury, Norman turned away from the window. The thought of another man fucking his wife infuriated him. He did not consider himself a jealous man, but this was beyond betrayal. This was loosing face. It was like hand polishing your BMW until it gleamed and having someone spit on it. It was obscene. Big Bob was not even worthy of his wife. He was fat. How could she fuck someone like him? How could she? Returning home from work, Norman probed his wife for answers. She was in the kitchen making coffee when he started the questioning. "What did you do today?" "I went downtown window shopping." "You didn't happen to see Bob or Julie did you?" "No, but Julie invited us for dinner tonight." "Oh, really?" "Yes. She telephoned just before you got home. "Dinner at Big Bob's is just what I need." For the second time that day, Norman drove to Big Bob's house, but this time his wife, Audrey sat beside him where she belonged. Norman would do anything not to loose her. When Bob opened the door, Audrey ignored him and walked to the kitchen to help Julie with the dinner. After Bob smiled and offered him a beer, Norman drew his gun. "You fucked my wife today, didn't you?" "Are you crazy?" "Asshole!" "Just put the gun down." "Asshole! I heard you through the bedroom window." "But it wasn't me." "It was your bedroom." "I swear it wasn't me." Pointing the revolver directly at Bob's stomach, Norman persisted. "Tell me the truth or I'll gut shoot you." "So you came here to bang me?" "No, I came to kill you." "Bang me and you'll just be banging yourself." The sexual innuendo hit Norman like a kick in the groin. His wife must have shared descriptions of his double bangs with her illicit fat lover. He refused to let Big Bob emasculate him. His mind seethed with rage. His pride forced him to respond. He responded, by habit, with his own witticism punctuated by shooting his gun. "It'll be a double bang." Norman pulled the trigger twice. Stunned by the noise of the dual explosions, Norman dropped the gun. He remained frozen, emotionally spent, while Audrey and Julie ran out of the kitchen. Someone must have called the police because the next thing Norman remembered was being handcuffed and forced to sit on the hard plastic seat in the rear of a police car. Before he was driven to jail, his wife bent down next to the rear window of the police car. Norman expected her to yell, to curse him for shooting her lover, but the red and blue flashing lights of the police car washing over her face made her look cool and calm. Like a tropical fish in an aquarium, she mouthed the words through the glass window. With the roar from the gun still ringing in his ears, it was hard for him to understand. Audrey repeated the words slowly. "Your last double bang was perfect." At first, he thought she was talking about sex, trying to make him feel better. As the police car pulled away from the curb, he realized she meant the two gunshots. But that made even less sense. Searching for an answer, he swiveled around in the backseat. Looking through the rear window of the police car, he saw Audrey and Julie holding each other, hugging, on the front lawn. They were consoling each other over their mutual loss. As the police car turned the corner, he saw them kiss each other on the lips. ____________________________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author: dafneydewitt@hotmail.com, or look for other stories by Dafney Dewitt posted to Alt.Sex.Stories. 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