By Montrose
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Then came the call. A woman asked for her husband, "Davey", and snickered when Sally asked who it was. "Just tell him Tina the Tongue called." and she hung up.
It was a hot summer night and Sally stalked the house in her white cotton panties and bra splashing back bourbon. She kept muttering on as she paced about what she would do to Dave or what she would do to the tongue, whoever she was. The more she thought and drank, the madder she got.
When Dave walked in the door at 8:30 PM he didn't know what hit him. Sally pinned him to the door, burped a gas-ball of bourbon in his face and yelled, "Who is she!"
"Darling?" He said with a quivering voice as her hands tightened around his neck. "Calm down. Have you been drinking?"
She let him go then back handed him in the face. He staggered to the side. "Fuck you!" she spat. "Tina the Tongue called! I wanna know who she is."
Dave turned pale and backed away down the hall. Sally followed. He turned and ran but she was on him and rode him to the floor in the living room. She ripped his arms backwards as she sat on his back. He wailed. In her anger she released a bit too much power, more than she had meant to. His left arm popped free of its socket and twisted freely in her hand. Dave squeaked like a mouse then sobbed quietly.
"Opps..." murmured the bleary eyed Sally, then she added, "Oh, well. Serves you right." She let that arm drop and stood holding the other. He flipped over onto his back. His damaged arm flopped and sprawled out next to him. He gasped, then passed out.
"What a pussy." murmured Sally. She pulled the valentine's flowers from their vase in the hall, threw them to the floor, then dumped the green water onto Dave's face. He sputtered back to awareness. He looked like he would rather still be out.
Sally flopped down next to him and cradled his good arm between her thighs with her heels up on his chest. she grabbed his hand between hers and leaned over to Dave's face. Her round bosom caressed the back of his hand.
"We're gonna play a little game, Davey." she slurred. "I'm gonna ask you questions, and if you don't answer fast enough, I'm gonna break yer fingers one at a time. Ready?"
"Please don't do this..." he begged.
"Question one! Who is she!"
"Please."
SNAP! She twisted his pinky clear over to the back of his hand. He screamed like a girl. She slammed a bare heel down onto his ribs. He coughed and gasped for air.
"Pay attention!" She demanded. "Let's try that again. Who is she?"
"Tina Phillips!" Yelled Dave. "Tina Tina Tina from work! Please stop!"
"Now your getting the idea, honey!" Said Sally. "Now for the lightening round! Where does she live?"
"I don't know." he blurted out.
CRUNCH! She jammed his index finger back and pulled and twisted it free of its moorings. "Wrong answers don't count, peaches." she said over his howl. "You gotta tell the truth to win. Are you ready to try again?"
"122 Maple!" He blurted out, not waiting for the question. He also blurted out her phone number and started into a confession of everything they had done together.
GRIND! SNAP! His thumb now dangled useless. "That's for volunteering information I didn't want to hear." said Sally as she stood. She tossed on Dave's trench coat and hat and opened the door. "Don't wait up."
Twenty minutes later Sally stood in front of 122 Maple, now half sober. She rang the bell.
"Davey!" Squealed Tina when she saw the coat. Then her face dropped and she backed up. Sally stepped in and closed the door.
She dropped the coat and hat, and stood in her sweaty panties and bra in front of the ravaging beauty her husband had been seeing. Sally was impressed. Tina was a full lipped, tall, vixen. Why did she fall for Dave? Then she remembered Dave's smooth lines and prominent lap bulge. Sometimes she forgot he was a cute hunk of meat if only in a small package.
"You must by Sally." said Tina finally. "Davey is right. You're a brute."
Sally reflexively reached out and slapped the spit out of Tina with one blow. Tina took it, staggering back, but catching herself.
"Is that the way you want to play it?" Tina asked.
"That's the way its gonna happen, you tramp." growled Sally.
"Fine by me." Tina pulled off her short wrap around skirt and revealed a firm but slender, cat-like form. She was a head taller than Sally, but out-weighed by 20 pounds.
Tina lunged in and grabbed Sally in a headlock. She stuffed Sally's head into a door frame then let her fall to the floor. Sally rolled about clutching her head, trying to clear the stars. Tina dropped her knee repeatedly into Sally thick sides and belly over and over as she rolled. That hurt, but not as much as it would have if Sally weren't so well padded.
Tina was impressed when Sally stood so quickly - and a bit worried. She shot a kick to Sally's head, but Sally caught it. She tucked Tina's slim ankle under her thick arm and kicked her own foot up into Tina's ass as Tina hopped around on one foot.
Sally hopped Tina over to the steps and dumped her down them. Tina lay motionless at the bottom. She walked down the steps, grabbed Tina by the hair and dragged her into the living room where she stretched the tall woman out on her back.
Tina looked gorgeous laying there half dressed. "Tina the Tongue, you say..." murmured Sally. She sat down on Tina's head and crammed her muff onto Tina's face. She noticed that Tina's nose dug nicely up into her clit. She reached down and aimed the nose, slipping it into her quim. Then, slowly at first, then faster she humped Tina's face.
She came before Tina awoke. When Tina did come to she coughed and gulped Sally come just to get air.
"Clean me up, Tina the Tongue." Sally demanded.
And Tina did. And Tina did very nicely. Sally came twice more as Tina cleaned her up. All the while Tina begged.
"Please forgive me, please. It will never happen again. Just don't hurt me anymore! I'll never see your husband again, I swear!" she whimpered.
"Oh, you'll see him again sweet lips." groaned Sally. "Every time you come over to my house to eat me out. Your first visit will be tomorrow night." She lifted her muff from Tina's face long enough to make eye contact. "Do you understand?"
"Yes! Anything you say." Promised a frightened Tina.
"Good girl. Now get back to work." and she slapped her pie back down. "I'm going to have to thank Dave for introducing us." she whispered and laughed.