Lisbeth mounted the crude platform for the consummation of the sacred rites, her heart pounding beneath the diaphanous folds of her gown, which barely concealed her lush young body. When the excited crowd below caught sight of her, there was an audible gasp, an outpouring of lust that overwhelmed her, even removed as she was, standing far above them. The full mounds of her breasts rose and fell, and in the light of the torches the thin gown was even more revealing. It clung to her sweat-dampened body, and as the full impact of the demonic worshippers in the clearing reached her, she felt her nipples quiver and grow hard. With her deep raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her face flushed, her mouth open, the full mounds of her breasts heaving from expectation of what was to come, and the gown clinging to the full voluptuous expanse of her hips and buttocks, delicately concealing the moist, furry slit that ached with desire, she was truly the chosen of Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness with whom this strange, lewd rite she was about to enact...."
Nervously Hillary put down the book and reached for her cigarettes on the end table, She glanced at the clock: 12:30 and he still hadn't called. He'd promised he'd phone by 8:30 without fail! How long could a business meeting go on? She was extremely restless now, and the insistent stirrings of desire called forth by the book only fed the fires of her impatience.
Paul and Hillary had been married for a little over a year, and at least half of the time he had been away on business. But after all, she told herself for the thousandth time, Paul only went away on these long trips and worked such terrible hours to make a good future for them. She knew that didn't she? Why did she worry so? Hadn't he convinced her he loved her the last time he'd been home?
She felt a thrill of excitement remembering the last night they'd spent together before he left for Kansas City. They had quarrelled earlier over his long absences, a quarrel they had had many times recently. Hillary was upset because Paul's boss, Eva Tate, a top advertising executive, and Paul's superior in the fledgling concern for which he worked was always with him on these long trips away from home. Hillary didn't like the idea of the two of them checking into hotels together, sometimes even into adjoining rooms, so that they could "talk business" until late in the night. Oh, it wasn't that she didn't trust Paul, but he was only human wasn't he? Harsh, ugly words had passed between them, until finally she had begun to cry. The sight of her slim, vulnerable body racked with sobs had melted Paul's anger. He had taken her in his arms, wiped away the tears, and carried her to their king-sized bed, king-size so his rangy 6'2" frame could sprawl in indolent comfort, and big enough for a lot of other things too. He placed her gently on the pillows and began kissing her face, her neck, her eyes.
"Oh baby, oh darling," he murmured softly, "don't you know there's nobody but you I want to be with? Oh baby, let me show you. . . ."
He began unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her neck, her delicate white shoulders, working his way down over her full sloping breasts, manipulating her nipples, then sucking them, biting them, his passion mounting as he heard her begin to moan beneath his touch. His lean, hard body pressed against hers, and she could feel his thick, stiff penis begin to throb urgently, insistently against her thigh. Overwhelmed with desire for him, she reached for the bulging rod and massaged it through the thin material of his tight trousers. She felt a shudder go through his entire frame as she touched him.
"Oh baby, baby . . ." he moaned. His hands found the zipper of her faded jeans, opened it and slipped his middle finger beneath the tight elastic of her panties, down into the golden red vee of her pubic patch. She thrilled and shuddered to his touch and sighed with anticipation as his other hand reached around to grab the ripe, fleshy globes of her buttocks crammed seductively into the formfitting jeans. Sensuous urgency rose in lapping waves; tingles of anticipation passed between their bodies, and within a few moments they were writhing together on the huge bed.
Paul buried his head in her voluptuous belly, and while his hands skillfully massaged her breasts, he began to flick his tongue over the flesh of her abdomen moving farther and farther down. Hillary moaned and twisted beneath the touch of his hands and his hot wet tongue. She felt her pussy throb and yearn for him, yearn for his thick, burgeoning cock to come into her, to fill her with surging, tingling ecstasy.
She pulled frantically at his shirt, his belt, the zipper of his fly ... but she began to have trouble, and noting this, Paul smiled warmly, stood up and began to remove his clothes. Hungrily she watched as he slipped out of his shirt and his tight pants. How she loved the sight of his body, the source of so much pleasure. Even in a business suit he looked muscular and sexy, and created in her the kind of shivering excitement she had dreamed of all her life, imagined in her lonely bed at the St. Mary's Home for Young Girls, the orphanage where she had spent most of her adolescent years; she had wished for someone to hold her, someone virile and beautiful, strong yet gentle like Paul. She felt that same spasm of desire whenever she saw his naked body, his well-muscled back and shoulders, the firm plane of his stomach, the thighs, lean and hairy, and his big, erect penis with the tight round testicles dangling beneath it. Nobody, nobody was more beautiful than her Paul. She was sure of it.
"Then why this nagging jealousy?" she thought, returning abruptly to the present, flicking the ash on her cigarette, "Why can't I just relax and not worry?"
There was only one reason: Eva Tate! Hillary knew that despite that wonderful night of love there was still considerable tension between them over this subject. She had always felt uncomfortable when she had to deal with Paul's boss. Eva had joined Paul and Hillary for lunch a few times right after he had started working for Cambrian Advertising Agency, and had, she felt, treated her very condescendingly, talking to Paul about complicated business strategy that Hillary couldn't possibly understand. She was sure the other woman was trying to exclude her, to set up a secret alliance between herself and Paul, with Hillary definitely the stupid tagalong, no smarter than an ex-secretary had a right to be. She felt that Paul made no effort to include her either. He deferred to Eva's every wish, laughed at all her jokes, and when she asked Hillary, ever-so-sweetly, if she missed her old girlfriends in the typing pool where she'd worked before her marriage, he had waited expectantly for a reply too.
"Why no," she had stammered, "making a home for Paul is all the career I'm interested in."
Eva's mascara-rimmed eyes had narrowed a bit at that, and she had smiled, too warmly Hillary thought, and said "How sweet! What a very lucky man you are Paul! Well, we must be getting back to the office. You'll excuse us, won't you Hillary?" And she led the way out of the restaurant with Paul following obediently at her heels.
She knew that her feelings about Eva had begun to affect their marriage badly, and despite Paul's exasperated insistence that there was nothing between them and never would be, she still felt worried and insecure. "Why am I thinking so much about it," thought Hillary. "Why can't I just believe in his love and stop destroying our relationship with this insane jealousy? I have the most wonderful husband in the world. Why can't I trust him? I've got to get my mind out of these destructive thoughts!"
Resolutely she picked up the book again, determined to banish her anxiety.. . .
"The head of the coven of Lynford led Lisbeth to the raised dais where the rites would begin. In full view of the coven, she undid the clasps of her tunic, and the bodice fell over her hips, exposing her glistening, red-tipped breasts completely. There was a sudden intake of breath from the coven below as they watched and waited. She then removed the cord belt and the dress fell about her ankles, leaving her naked except for her golden sandals. A slow moan began in the crowd, reaching up to her in long, sensuous waves.
Lisbeth trembled with anticipation at the thought of him who was about to come soon: The Prince of Darkness. Through this rite that they were about to perform, a child would be born to the world, a child of darkness. She smiled, carried away by the fumes of burning incense, the rhythmic throbbing of the drums, and the moaning chant of the lusty crowd. She stood naked on the platform, offering herself to the world through Lucifer, proud to have been chosen. .. ."
Excited, a thin film of sweat dampening her forehead, Hillary tried to imagine what it must be like to stand naked in front of lust-inflamed men and women. What would it be like, she wondered, to be taken in such circumstances? What would she feel if slie and Paul performed such an act, at once depraved and fascinating? Her thoughts turned again to Paul Sanson last night at home. What if people had been watching as he separated her firm, creamy thighs, and threw himself on her body, naked and arching upward to receive him? Even the thought of it made her feel strangely erotic. She closed her eyes, absorbed in the warm sensuality which rose from somewhere deep in her body just as it had when she was a young girl, lying lonely in her narrow little orphanage bed, flooding her with excitement and shame. She had never understood the feeling until Paul had taught her what it was for, that it was the full flower of her womanhood reaching for him.
"Oh Paul, Paul," she moaned, "how I miss you!"
Somehow her fingers were between her legs, and she found the folds of her moist, warm vaginal slit. Her fingers began to massage her clitoris, searching, turning, until they found exactly the right spot.
"Mmrnmrnmrnmmmmm . .." she moaned softly, totally absorbed in the delighted feeling she created, "Aaaaaahhhhhh."
Then suddenly, in a panic, she stopped, realizing what she was doing! In a flash she remembered her early years at the orphanage and the stern, forbidding words of the mother superior, a woman who frequently lectured the girls on the dark, hideous results of sexual abuse. . . .
"Humiliation," she had insisted fiercely, "humiliation is the result of such abhorrent activity. And as far as I'm concerned, it is criminal for any girl of the orphanage to demean herself in such a shameful way!"
Terrified by these harsh words of warning, she had promised herself she would never do it anymore, and except for occasional, shameful lapses, she was true to her word. Especially since her marriage she had not let even the thought of such a thing cross her mind. But now, driven half mad with loneliness, she found herself unconsciously performing the strange, forbidden act. She was overcome with guilt!
But I'm frustrated, she thought angrily. Paul is away so much! Paul is away with Eva Tate, her mind screamed! He doesn't have to sit alone at night reading novels! I wouldn't be tempted by these things if he were here with me!
She bit her lip tensely, fighting back the tears, and glanced at the clock again: 1:00, and still no call. She stamped the cigarette out harshly in the ashtray and rose from the sofa. She paced impatiently, glancing about their beautiful, well-furnished living room. It was the envy of the neighborhood: simple Danish-Modern furniture, serene watercolors gracing the walls, wall-to-wall carpeting of the finest quality, everything a rising young advertising executive's salary could afford. Yet none of this comfort and beauty could calm her. She walked about angrily, fighting the aching melancholy that rose within her, torn by feelings of jealousy and rage that no external beauty could pacify.
Again she thought of Eva Tate and Paul. She could almost see them at one of their late-night "conferences," Eva subtly, obscenely luring her husband, touching his beautiful body with the same sensuous familiarity that she had known so often. She could see her skillfully manipulate Paul's thick penis, already stiff and straining against the silky material of his pants, their moist lips meeting urgently, passionately. Paul's arms crushing Eva's ripe, pampered body to his own hard, well-muscled frame, both of them carried away by the shamelessness of their lust, tearing away at each other's clothes, freeing their hot, yearning bodies and then hungrily, wildly falling to the bed, their senses reeling with sensuous longing, their bodies tingling with excitement. In her mind's eye, tormented and troubled, Hillary could see Paul's ruddy shaft plunging headlong into the wet, fleshy folds of Eva's slit. . . .
"No! Oh, no, no!" she cried aloud.
She felt deeply ashamed, guilty. Tears came to her eyes. Why should she mistrust her husband? Perhaps there was a good reason why he hadn't called! Why was she torn with these doubting, anxious thoughts, these revolting scenes? She yearned more than ever for his comforting arms to calm her, to hear him tell her everything was all right, that he loved her and her alone. She wiped away the tears, collected herself and decided to go to bed, to lose herself in sleep.
She moved quickly through the living room, her eyes nervously avoiding the book she had been reading earlier, the book that had set her imagination aflame with thrilling, forbidden scenes. "I won't give in to it," she thought, "I won't!" With determination she put out the lights and locked the doors. She lingered for a moment in the darkened room and gazed out on the street through the huge picture window. The moonlight cast radiant beams on the clean, well ordered neighborhood. Lovely split-level houses, well tended, beautifully landscaped; how quiet this scene looked, what a vivid contrast to the stormy thoughts that tormented her. She turned quickly, went up the stairs, and entered the bathroom just off the large, spacious master bedroom where she and Paul had spent so many wonderful, sensuous nights together. She looked intensely at her face in the mirror, scrutinizing her short, curled auburn hair, the creamy white skin, and her soft green eyes. Did Paul still find her as attractive now as when he first saw her in the typing pool, she wondered? She quickly washed, dabbed herself dry with a towel and walked into the bedroom. She turned off the lights and let the room flood with moonlight from the windows. She undid the ribboned tie of her nightgown and let it fall from her gleaming body. Just like the goddess in the book, she thought. The moonlight seemed to caress her skin, to send soft, warm flashes through her. She pulled back the covers and slid between the cool sheets, liking the little shivers of delight that rippled through her. She settled into the softness.
The chosen girl in the book, she thought to herself, what would it be like . . . her thoughts swelled and sank like the tides of the ocean, and she was soon pulled downward into the dark folds of sleep. She began to drift, floating on a dark inner sea and in her sleep she began to dream.. . .
The torches flickered coldly against the darkness of the forest, just like the book, and she -- she was the chosen bride to the Prince of darkness, standing on the wooden dais, raised high above the sweating coven below who now shouted obscenities to her, trying to excite her with their words as they awaited the arrival of Lucifer. She felt a strange wave of excitement sweep over her as she became the dazzling object of the shouting orgiastic mob. Already, in anticipation of the consummation of the lewd ritual, several of them had begun manipulating themselves, men as well as women, calling, shouting to Lisbeth. Her thighs became charged with excitement, her hot, throbbing cunt already moist with desire, her legs strong, her breasts heaving with wild yearning and desire.
She trembled with anticipation. At the instruction of the high witch she lay back on the platform, high above the coven now driven mad with frenzy and expectation. The coolness of the stone slab only increased her passion, and she lay back moaning, twisting her naked body on the stone, crying out for her dark lover to come, groaning with the frenzied coven. She manipulated her hot, creaming pussy with her fingers, driving herself further and further into erotic abandon, her legs spread wide, vaginal juices beginning to run down her legs from the depths of her excitement. Her mind reeled, the drums, the wild obscene chanting of the coven, the flames, her body almost convulsed with wild, erotic yearning. . . .
Suddenly the drums ceased abruptly, the crowd silenced! The Prince had arrived! There before her stood an incredibly beautiful man, tall, arrogant, long black hair flowing behind him in the breeze, naked except for a supple leather loincloth that barely covered his massive prick, already beginning to throb with desire. Torch flames danced over his sweat-glistened body, he raised his arms to the sky in a ritual of supplication. She could see his face now in the dim light. . . classical and expressionless with a hint of something cruel and dangerous.
Lucifer cried out to the power of darkness, tore away the leather loincloth and stood exposed to the excited, turbulent coven below. The drums began to pound again, the coven roared and shouted obscenities, lewd thoughts, anything to excite the Prince and his chosen bride. His thick, magnificent cock sprang up fully, aching for release. He grabbed the glistening straining shaft in his hand and skillfully manipulated himself in front of the shouting, maddened coven -- they cried out for him to take her, take her there in the night for all of them to see. With the grace of a dancer, he jumped upon the platform and stood over her, grinning wickedly. She gasped, thrilled to the depths of her being, now mad with excitement.
"Fuck me," she shouted with ecstatic abandon, Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK MEEEEE!!!"
The coven roared their approval and in a second he was upon her, ramming his mighty spear deep, deep into her wet, throbbing pussy. She screamed in pain! It was too much! She felt almost as if she would be torn apart by the brutality of his lust, but there was no stopping him, he rocked back and forth, urged on by the vulgarities of the screaming coven, his own black lust, the wild insistency of the drums; his sweaty body was squirming, twisting, jamming his cock into her, back and forth, back and forth, driving her wild with excitement as she felt the massive shaft batter and pound her shuddering vagina. But now she was caught up on the excitement too, the pain passed, and there was only this extraordinary feeling, waves of excitement, an ocean of ectasy, wave upon wave of it, taking her higher and higher and higher. . . her mind spun and reeled, she could smell the musky odor of his body, an incredible mixture of exotic oils and body sweat, she could feel his pounding mighty cock, feel the rippling muscles of his lean, young body. .. .
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Suddenly Hillary was jolted awake! The ear-splitting wail of a passing ambulance siren had shattered her lewd illusion, the turublent dream was gone! She lay in bed trembling, her body aflame with lust, a thin film of sweat covering her, hot desire surging through her!
It musn't stop, she thought, it musn't stop! Not now! Not now! Feverishly she ran her hands up and down her smooth body, wet with sweat, stroking her hardened excited nipples, massaging her breasts, her hands roving hotly over her thighs, her hips. She felt the moist, furry mound of her curling pubic hair. . . .
Then suddenly she stopped, a wave of guilt and shame keeping her from performing the forbidden act. But the urgency of sexuality soon washed such thoughts away, and in ecstasy her hands began to play with the throbbing, creaming pussy. She writhed pleasure as she felt the hot, damp hair, so soft. Now her fingers moved down to the wet furrow. She fingered it and felt shudders of excitement surge through her. She found the hardened, yearning clitoris and stroked it with one hand, while her other hand played with the soft, fleshy slit. Her excitement rose, she began to squirm and twist as the flames of lust pulled her on and on.
"Ooooooocooooooh," she moaned. "Ooooooooohhh!"
She flicked her fingers over the throbbing clitoris, the hot creaming crevice, each movement creating wild, exciting feelings she had never known before.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . ," she cried in the darkness. "YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"
She quickly thrust her fingers deep into her trembling orifice. Crazed with sensuality she rammed them in and out, in and out, her wet, aching vagina shuddering with excitement, screaming for final release. She pulled her legs up to open her yearning pussy even wider, now manipulating her hot clitoris as well. An incredible ecstasy seized her as she prodded and rammed and twisted with delight. She felt as if she was being transported far from the bed, far from the room, into a paradise of sensuality and tremulous desire; her body felt as if it was boiling, bursting, a rushing turbulent river of aching desire. Her body arched upwards, her fingers sinking deeper and deeper, her breathing became quicker, sweat poured from her body, she felt consumed in steamy wetness.
Now suddenly she began to shudder from deep, deep within her, the wild river surged and gathered force from her ramming fingers. .. .
" Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! AAAA AAAHHHHHH!" she screamed.
For a terrified moment she thought she would be overcome, shattered by the force of the feeling surging within her, but the terror passed and changed into a wild excitement, deep and filling. She moaned and cried aloud, swooning in ecstasy.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH! AAANNNNNGHHHH! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
She was cumming! Cumming! Cumming as never before! The floodgates opened wider and wider and a rushing waterfall of turbulent ecstasy began to roar through her body.
"'YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she cried.
Her body was convulsed with deep, thundering spasms; she felt as if she was being carried forward on a great soaring rush of excitement, an excitement she had never known before. All thought, all reason was banished from her mind, there was only this incredible feeling, vast and thrilling. She moaned, shuddering in the hot spasms of sex.
"OOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOHHH!" she cried. ' ' O O O O O O O O O o o o o o h ! AAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!"
She felt released from a great weight, as if for all these years her body had been pulled downward by heavy stones, rooted to the downward pull of gravity. But now, carried forward, gasping, groaning, lost in a mighty torrent of erotic release, she was transported, weightless, she was lost in a delicious flight of sensuality, flung out of the confines of her mind, yes even her body. She was a pulsing, throbbing jet of steaming liquid, a burst of hot, white light exploding in a million fragments-across a vast, endless universe.
"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" she moaned beneath the electric magic of her fingers in her shuddering vaginal slit, "AAAAHHHH!"
She had taken herself to the world's rim and had sailed across the edge, rapturously, ecstatically, floating like a mad, dark bird through the white, pulsing sky.
She felt herself soaring upward in a wild rush of feeling. At times she was suffused with a deep, terrified panic that threatened to stem the tide, but this was only momentary, for nothing could stop this great burst of excruciating delight. Her body was crazed with sensual abandon, her hips twisting and thrashing, her throbbing cuntal slit a boiling volcano of excitement!
"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS," she cried, "YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!"
It seemed like an incredible, endless ride on a roller coaster. Yes! That was it! A roller coaster ride, she thought, like the ones she rode as a child that thrilled and terrified her so much, but this was infinitely better! It was as if she was rushing forward, consumed by incredible waves of hot, pulsing sexuality!
I want it to go on and on, she thought! Yes, on and on and on! Her throbbing, steaming vagina was shaking with ecstasy, her body racked with great hot shudders! Her breasts heaved in the torrent of passion!
She writhed wantonly, savoring every tingling thrill that coursed through her. Legs spread wide, alive with lewd pleasure, stretching an, stretching and kicking as she manipulated herself in obscene abandon.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGH," she shrieked, "OOOOOOHHHH! UUUUNNNGHH!"
Her nostrils flared as she smelled the pungent odor of her body sweat mixed with the sweet perfume of the sachet she kept in her pillow; now it seemed like an incredible aphrodisiac that enhanced her groaning, orgiastic release! She yearned to remain lost forever in the turbulent, bubbling feeling that pervaded her being. But gradually her passion began to subside. The great, flowing excitement began to ebb after what seemed like hours of throbbing ecstasy; she felt as if she was being lowered by gentle waves onto her bed. A sweet coolness that eased and relaxed her wafted over her body. Slowly she sank back into the sheets and pillows, her wet vagina drained and weary.
She lay still in the silence for a few moments, then opened her eyes, gazing at the moonlit bedroom before her. As she gathered her senses, she slowly realized what she had done. She gasped in disbelief, then shuddered with shame as she remembered the terrible act she had promised herself she would never commit again Her body suddenly felt ice cold; a chilling wave of remorse swept over her. She clutched at the pillow that lay next to hers as if it was the hard, strong body of her husband.
"Oh Paul," she sobbed, "come home soon darling! Hurry back to me! Please! Please!"
The sun streamed in brightly through the windows. Hillary woke with a start and glanced at the clock on the night stand: 12:00! She rarely slept this late, but the restless activity of the night before had sent her into a heavy slumber. She threw back the covers and went into the bathroom to shower.
I won't be jealous anymore, she resolved as the warm water splashed pleasntly down her body. I know Paul loves me and I trust him. She felt calm now, relaxed; it was as if the beauty and freshness of the hay were a good omen of things to come.
As she washed she thought of her handsome husband, the smooth golden skin of his body, his thick black hair, the long curling lashes that set off his deep brown eyes. How she loved to make love with him. He had been the first and only man she had ever loved, and on their marriage night he was tender and gentle with her, yet took her to ecstatic heights of feeling she had never known existed. Certainly her girlhood days at St. Mary's Orphanage hadn't prepared her for the wonderful, thrilling feeling she got when Paul's long hard shaft slipped into the moist furrow of her vagina . .. there in the shower she could almost feel it between her legs, as if her husband had come home unexpectedly and surprised her there, rubbing his hands over her wet body. She smiled at the thought and spread her legs as if he were there, actually doing it to her.
Oh, how wonderful it will be when he comes home, she thought.
Hillary decided to banish all thoughts of doubt and jealousy and to be the picture of happiness for her husband's homecoming. Humming merrily, she stepped out of the shower, shut off the water, and dried herself luxuriantly with the thick towel. In a few minutes she had made herself up, accenting her eyes with a dark liner, tinting her lips and cheeks with a pale pink coloring. She chose a tight-fitting skirt and blouse that showed her body off to ample advantage. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror after she had dressed, turning around to see how she looked from all angles. She liked the jutting ripeness of her breasts, Paul always admired them so much, and the flatness of her stomach, the smooth languid curves of her buttocks shown off to teasing advantage by the thin material of the tight skirt.
She left the bedroom, satisfied with how she looked and went downstairs to make breakfast.
As the coffee perked on the stove, she leafed through the morning mail. In the pile of bills there was a letter from Paul! Trembling with excitement, her fingers tore at the envelope and she eagerly read the contents:
My Darling,
Sorry I haven't written sooner, but this trip has been very hectic! I've missed you very much. Kansas City is a beautiful city, but without you it seems empty and boring. How I wish you were here to share my lonely hours with me ... A feeling of great warmth surged through Hillary's body. Paul loved her! This letter was proof enough of his feelings wasn't it? How foolish she had been. She read further .. .
Things are going very well, and our business trip looks to be a huge success! What an amazing woman Eva Tate is! Efficient, thorough, intelligent, as well as being a superb businesswoman. A combination like this is hard to come by these days, and watching her work and learning from her has been a pleasure.
Hillary felt her body stiffen, her lips tighten. Jealousy again rampaged through her mind. .. .
If it hadn't been for Eva I don't know what I'd have done these past few days. Being with her has made all the difference!
I'll be home on the twentieth, probably late. See you then sweetheart!
Love, Paul
The twentieth! That was today! He must have sent the letter out days ago. The mails are so slow, she thought angrily. She crumped up the letter and threw it to the floor! Eva Tate! Eva Tate! Eva Tate! That's all he can write about, she thought. Hardly a word to her, only praise and admiration for Eva.Tate! She walked impatiently through the house trying to get control of her thoughts. Despite all of her good intentions she was once again consumed with jealousy. In the living room she saw the book she had been reading and she remembered the lewd act she had performed the night before. She felt suffused with guilt, revolted at the idea that she could allow herself to be so low and degraded!
It's his fault, she thought darkly. If he wasn't away so much I wouldn't be driven to these things! I'm so lonely I don't know what I'm doing half the time!
Paul had told her over and over that this was one of the occupational hazards of the field he was in, that there was no way to avoid it and still be successful; she had tried to understand it, but no explanations in the world could make up for her husband's absences. Tears came to her eyes and she felt confused and lost. She picked up the book and quickly put it away in a drawer, hoping to shut out the memory of last night's indiscretion. "I won't even let myself be tempted," she thougnt. She decided to lose herself in housework, and to wait for her husband to come home. "I'll talk to him about Eva," she thought, "get it out in the open honestly. There's no use worrying like this. I'll talk to Paul. He'll understand."
Chapter Two
Hillary had just put the pot roast in the oven when she heard the sound of Paul's car in the driveway. She ran to the living room and checked herself in the mirror; she looked the picture of a loving wife, and she desperately hoped her husband would find her desirable and attractive. The front door opened and Paul came in, his hair tousled, a broad grin on his face.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said, "God, I've missed you!"
They moved quickly to each other and embraced tightly. Paul exulted at the feel of his young wife's well-filled frame, as his hands moved up and down the firm, slim back; he could feel the graceful line of her backbone and the softness of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse. He delighted in the enchanting fragrance of her perfume, and he let his hands roam down to the enticing curves of her buttocks. How smooth and round they felt, so ripe and sensual. A flush of excitement coursed through his lean, hard body, his large cock stiffened inside his pants and he drew his wife closer to him. They kissed passionately; his tongue flicked over her lips and pushed through into her mouth.
Hillary pulled back instinctively, but Paul was insistent, lust welling up in him with exciting urgency. She loved the feel of his body, his strong, hard muscles, his slim, tapering waist; she had melted when he took her into his arms. But now, as his hot, wet tongue forced its way into her mouth she felt strangely anxious and wanted to pull back. She struggled against his grip and broke away. Paul looked at her, puzzled. Why, after this long separation would she pull away like this?
"What's wrong honey?" he asked.
"Nothing ... nothing ..." she said softly, "I should be fixing dinner."
"The hell with dinner," he said smiling, advancing towards her playfully. "I've waited for this for two long weeks and I'm not waiting one minute longer! Come here, wife!"
Laughing, he lunged after her. Hillary moved away from him nervously.
"Please, don't. Please!"
He stopped and looked at her.
"What's wrong," he asked, a little testily. "Don't you want me?"
"Of course I do ... I love you, you know that... but., .but___"
"But what?"
Should I tell him now, she thought? It seemed so foolish now, all her doubts and worries about him and Eva Tate. She had resolved to speak to him, of course, but now... with him here, so tender and loving ... she was confused ... her body longing for ecstatic union, but her mind incessantly tortured and keeping her from being loving to him.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said finally.
"What do you mean, it's nothing?" he asked, an edge of anger now showing in his voice. "I come home after two lonely weeks and you pull away from me as if I'm poison. It's sure as hell something to me! Now what's wrong?"
Hillary moved away, her fingers nervously twisting at her gold wedding ring.
"Are you sure you were so lonely?" she asked suddenly.
Paul stared at her shocked, unbelieving.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.
She became frightened by his tone, she began to regret having said anything.
"I want to know what you mean by that!" he demanded harshly.
"I mean ... I mean maybe Eva Tate kept you from being so lonely!"
"Eva Tate? What the hell are you talking about? Are we back to that again? I thought we'd settled all this before I left!"
"Then why didn't you call last night?" she asked tearfully, "I waited and waited...."
"I couldn't call, damn it, the business meeting lasted until three this morning and I knew you'd be asleep...."
"Oh you did, did you?" she snarled bitterly, remembering vividly the events of the night before and suddenly resenting him for it.
"Yes! What the hell do you want, an affidavit?" he shouted.
She tried to backtrack, to avoid the confrontation that loomed now with a terrifying inevitability.
"Oh Paul, forget I said anything. I've been tired, that's all. I'll get dinner. It's pot roast, your favorite, and I've got some wine. Rose! You know how you love rose. And I've made a cocoanut cake and... ."
"What are you insinuating about me and Eva Tate," he demanded, "What do you think went on while I was away?"
"Nothing! Nothing," she cried.
"You're lying," he shouted. "Here I've been breaking my back for two weeks in Kansas City trying to sew up one of the most important business deals our firm has ever had, and you're accusing me of some kind of damn nonsense with Eva Tate again! I come home with only one thing on my mind! You! My wife! I think how wonderful it will be to get back home and see you. God, I love to walk in the door and smell dinner cooking and see you there so beautiful. It makes me proud! It makes me want to be the best husband in the world no matter how hard I have to work to give you all this." His hand swept around, to indicate their beautiful house. "And now I come home and you've made up all sorts of vicious lies again!"
"Don't shout at me," she screamed.
"It's the same thing that happened the last time I went away! And the time before that! How many times do we have to go through this? I'm sick of it!" he shouted, tired of his wife's unfounded accusations.
Tears came to her eyes, her mind reeled. She felt foolish and ashamed.
"Oh ... Paul..." she stammered....
He looked at her angrily. Why did this have to happen? He had been looking forward to a warm, loving evening with his wife and now ... but seeing her crying, looking so frail and helpless he felt pity for her. He tried to take her in his arms, but once again she shuddered and moved away.
"I... I think something's burning .. ." she said and moved quickly towards the kitchen.
Paul exploded.
"Yes, damn it," he shouted angrily, "something's burning all right! And it's me! I don't know what the hell's wrong with you but I'm fed up, do you hear? Fed up!"
He stamped out of the living room, went up the stairs into the bedroom, and slammed the door so hard the whole house shuddered from the noise. A sudden silence fell over the house, save for the crackling sound of the pot roast in the oven. Hillary was frightened now, completely unsure of what she felt and what she had done. She looked around the kitchen, at the elaborate preparations she had made: the wine, the meal, even flowers and candles for the table -- she had wanted a warm, romatic evening and now.. . .
Upstairs she could hear Paul in the shower. She sat at the kitchen table and tried to clear her head. Why had she been so waspish, so mistrustful? Perhaps if she tried once again, if she went upstairs and began as if those harsh words hadn't taken place, perhaps they could have the warm homecoming they had both wanted. Quickly she turned off the oven, blew out the candles and went upstairs. By the time she reached the bedroom Paul had left the shower and had gone into the sitting room just off the bedroom. Hillary listened at the sitting room door. At first she heard nothing, then the unmistakable sound of the door to the liquor cabinet being unlocked. She knew he must be taking out a bottle of his favorite scotch. "I've driven him to this," she thought to herself. "I've driven him to this by my ridiculous jealousy."
She was more determined than ever now to make up with him. She quickly slipped into her filmiest negligee, noting with pride in the mirror how seductive and alluring it made her look. She touched up her makeup and dabbed just a bit of Fleur D'Amsur perfume behind her ears and tantalizingly across the top of her breasts. She sat on the bed for a moment to collect herself. Be patient, she thought, be loving. He's just come back from a long trip, after all....
She rose confidently and moved to the door of the study, opened it quietly, and went in.
Paul heard the door opening, and the padding of his wife's feet across the thick carpet; he noted the strong scent of musky perfume in the air, and the heady combination of the perfume and tingling i effects of the scotch sent a shiver of excitation through his cool, naked body. Hillary came up behind his chair, leaned down, and blew a wisp of air into his ear; almost immediately he felt a shiver of delight, his thick shaft throbbed with anticipation. She ran her hands down the front of his chest, kneading the hard thick muscles, the feel of the dark curling hair sending electric currents through her hands and body.
"Hello, darling," she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I said. It's been so hard being without you for so long. Please forgive me."
Her words at once softened Paul's anger. He took her hand and pulled her around to the front and sat her on his knees.
"Oh honey," he said, "don't you know there's never been anyone in the world for me but you? Never!"
They embraced, holding eaeh other tightly, and as they did the spell of their yearning bodies began to envelop them. How she loved to feel the warmth of his naked torso, how wonderful it was to be with him again! Her eager lips sought his mouth and she kissed him with a sudden intensity that astonished Paul. She had always been a good, loving wife, but he had sometimes felt that she was unwilling to go beyond a certain point, to experience a passion that surpassed what her background had prepared her for. He remembered seeing her in the typing pool, when she had first come to work for Cambrian Advertising Agency. She stood out at once from the other girls -- there was a freshness, an unspoiled beauty about her.
She had never been so forward with him! So bold in her passion! He responded to her burning kiss eagerly, happily, certain they were just beginning to find a new fulfillment.
Hillary fought whatever inward shame and anxiety she felt surging up in ger mind to keep her from pressing her lips and tongue so wantonly against her husband's mouth. She was determined to show him how much she loved him, to make him understand that she needed him. Her moist, darting tongue moved past the lips into his mouth, | running over the edges of his teeth and exploring the soft flesh inside. Paul reeled back under the pressure of her lips and tongue, gasping at the intensity of her feeling. He felt a warm, thrilling happiness surge through him, his thick penis springing upward in eager response; it grew rock hard, gorged with desire. He arched his body back and opened his mouth wide to receive the searing, sensuous kiss of his wife. He began to tremble with excitement, thrilled by the feeling of his beautiful wife seducing him with such bold, throbbing abandon!
But suddenly Hillary pulled back, her face twisted in a strange smile. Almost before she knew what she was saying, the words blurted out of her!
"There! Is that better than she does it? Can Eva Tate top that?"
Paul was outraged!
"What?" he shouted.
He shoved her roughly away from him.
"You bitch!"
"Don't you dare call me that," Hillary shrieked, "save that kind of talk for Eva!"
Furious beyond all reason, Paul suddenly slapped her face with the full force of his right hand. Hillary screamed and fell back on the floor terrified. Her mind reeled. Dazed, she felt the bruised cheek, still burning with the slap.
"You hit me!" she cried, "You've never hit me before!"
"Maybe I should have done it sooner!" Paul shouted back. "Pulling a stunt like that! That's how you deserve to be treated! Like a whore!"
"Paul!" she cried, "Don't you dare!"
"No?" he shouted, challenged now, "I'll show you!"
He reached down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up from the floor with a hard jerk! He was crazed now, crazed from the dizzying effects of the liquor and the animal lust she had called up in him.
"Oh! You're hurting me!"
"Yes? Well that's just the beginning!"
He pulled her savagely into the bedroom and hurled her down on the bed.
"Please Paul," she sobbed, "I'm sorry! PLEASE!"
But he was deaf to her pleading. He wanted her now, no matter what! He was tired of words and accusations! He wanted release from the raging passion that consumed him and he wanted it now! He reached down and with one hand ripped the silky negligee from her body. "PAUL!"
"Shut up, bitch! Keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you!"
Hillary reeled in humiliation. He had never treated her like this before, never! How dare he!
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he shouted drunkenly, "fuck you like the whore you are!"
Almost before he knew what he was doing he grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and thigh and turned her over on her stomach. In a flash of shock and disbelief Hillary realized what he had in mind! "Oh no! Paul! NOOOOOOOO!"
"Yes! YES! You little bitch!" he roared, caught in the grip of a primitive lust that knew no mercy. She tried to crawl away across the bed, grasping and clawing at the covers, but he pulled her back roughly by the legs. He pressed one hand on her shoulders to keep her from moving, and with the other he slapped the white, fleshy globes of her buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHH!" she screamed. "Paul!"
The slap had hurt like a sharp sting, yet it felt strangely exciting too, reminding her of the times she had been spanked as a child. He slapped the shuddering, resilient globes again and again, each blow coming harder and harder; Hillary screamed in pain, and twisted, trying to get away, but he held her firmly. Suddenly he stopped and with the palms of his hands he roughly spread the shivering cheeks wide and explored the brown orifice of her anal passage. ...
"Ooooooooohhh ..." she moaned, thrilling to the feeling of his fingers in her rear crevice. This was new for her, a feeling so totally new that she was somehow caught in the spell of the act; the excitement she experienced more than banished the shame and revulsion she would normally feel. "Mmmmmmmmm .. . oooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned under the tantalizing strokes of his fingers. Then, with iron cruelty, he jammed the middle finger of his right hand into the tight, puckered hole.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH" she screamed.
The pain was too much to endure! She had never known such sharp, horrible pain! "STOP! STOOOOOOP! OOOOOOOOOHHH, PLEASE!" she cried.
Paul knelt behind her, his body arching obscenely, triumphantly, like a conquering warrior. His thick, swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, stood erect and arched like his body. Now! He thought, Now!
He felt the hard rubbery head of his shaft exploring her from behind; it was poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear ready to plunge into the heart of its helpless victim.
"PAUL PLEEEEEEEASE!" she cried, sobbing, "PLEEEEESE DON'T!"
"Damn you!" he growled, and with sudden anger he plunged the thick, gorged rod savagely into the tight, virgin anus. It rammed in with a vicious jerk that sent Hillary's body thrusting forward in agony.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO!" she cried, her rectal crevice consumed with sharp, searing pain, a pain that shot forward up her back like a hot, lead bullet. "AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
The thought of this inhuman perverted act filled her with shame and loathing. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined such a thing could ever happen to anyone, let alone herself, yet here was her own husband doing this bestial thing to her. She was being humiliated like a beaten captive kneeling in shame ated like a beaten captive kneeling in shame before him.
Paul looked down angrily at his wife's tightly resisting asshole. He grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further into the tense, throbbing interior.
"OOOOOOOOOOHH, please stop, please! I can't stand it!" she cried, trying to pull forward in escape. But he gripped her flesh more tightly, digging his nails into the tender whiteness of her hips, forcing her to remain and imbedding his thick, gorged cock even deeper.
"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed, sounding like a wounded animal, her head thrown back as she cried in pain.
Then he began to fuck her slowly in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening the straining elastic channel and easing his illicit entry.
"I'll show her!" he thought angrily. "Treating me like this!"
His fury rose as he thought of the warm homecoming he had been denied and the insulting, jealous accusations she had hurled at him earlier!
He moved more harshly now, increasing his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moist flesh of her vaginal slit, aching and pained by the violent tearing at her rectal passage. The harsh, cruel strokes came faster and faster.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She felt as if she was being ripped apart by a flaming poker, torn to shreds by the hot iron shaft of his penis. He pumped his hips back and forth, back and forth, his wife screaming in pain as the hard, thick piston rammed between the tight, bruised walls of her backside.
"PLEEEEEEEESE! PLEEEEEEEESE NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed.
But nothing could stop him now. He rammed and shoved, lust and excitement surging through him. His body was covered with sweat and the musky odor of his sweat and her perfume drove him on; his straining, battering rod was like the steel piston of a train, roaring back and forth, deeper and deeper. .. .
Hillary was consumed by pain now, racked by the terrible punishment her husband was inflicting on her for her irrational thoughts and impulses. The bruised walls of her anal passage were burning under the fierce shocks. She had never felt such pain in her life.
I can't bear it! She thought. No more! No more! I'll be torn apart like a helpless animal under the ripping, slicing claws of an outraged lion! The agony was at its height now and she screamed in pain.
The thrashing of her body and her piercing cries only increased Paul's wild animal thrusts. He grunted and heaved, his own body shot through with a turbulent mixture of rage and lust! He thrust his thick, blood-gorged cock deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously!
"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" He shouted! "IT'S ALL YOU DESERVE!"
"AAAAAANNNGGGGGGHHH!" She cried! "NOOOOO, PLEEEEEEEESE NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
But suddenly, as the torturous punishment reached its apex, Hillary surrendered totally to it... and a new feeling began to ripple through her body; out of the humiliation and shame came a new feeling of sensuality and excitement. She felt she was melting, as if her body was bathed in voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable, yes even delicious. . ..
"OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . PAUL... Ohooooooooooooh!" she moaned.
She became thrilled at the thought of her strong, bull of a husband battering her from the rear like she was a whore. This lewd idea charged her with a new excruciating, pulsing hotness.
"Ooooooooohhh! Yeeeeessssss!" She cried. "YEEEEEEEESSS!"
Paul was grunting and moaning now, his body sweating, tense and alive with excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his swollen penis still deeper into her heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth, driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality and she received his iron blows with a gasping ecstasy. Suddenly she was caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement; she felt extraordinary thrills surging in her loins, her body steaming with heightened passion and sensuality....
"OOOOOOOOH! I'M CUUUUUMMMIIINNG!" She cried. "I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIING!"
As she cried out, Paul felt his body begin to respond to her mounting orgasm; he could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He was cumming too!
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty load like a cannon into her hot, steaming anus.
"OOOOOOOOOHHH BABEEEEEEEEE!" he groaned. "OOOOOOOOOHHH BAABBBEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged prick shot the torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging river enter her like lava, streaming into her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire splintering exploding body. On and on it came, a seemingly never ending rocket-load of turbulent gism. Paul could feel it streaming through his long, thick rod and gushing through the charged rubbery head.
He felt wildly excited, like an ecstatic, conquering warrior chieftain, shooting his turbulent cum into the shuddering rear of his slave-captive, forcing her to submit to his harsh cruelty. An ancient primitive exaltation consumed him as he released his white, boiling sperm into her asshole.
"'AAAAAAHHHHHH! UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGH!" he grunted triumphantly!
His grip on her hips tightened! She screamed as the force of his clawing fingers increased the stabbing, shuddering thrills she now felt. Her hot, throbbing cunt secreted its own violent juices as she responded in ecstatic orgasm to his wild moans and cries.
"Ooooooooohhh! Yeeeeeeeessssss!" she groaned. "Yessssssssss!"
Then, suddenly spent of his male juices, Paul pulled his cock out of her rectal passage. There was a sudden POP! as the still gorged, thick head pulled away from the stretched, aching hole. He quickly slumped to the bed, his back turned to her as if to end all further communication. Exhausted, drained from the violent activity, he soon fell into a heavy sleep.
Beside him, Hillary had crumped into the sheets, her body still trembling from the excruciating violence and pleasure of the act. Pain still spread through her buttocks and rippled up her spine, a merciless reminder of the humiliating agony she had just suffered. Slowly she adjusted her body and lay stiffly next to her silent husband.
She stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, tears welling up in her eyes, and wondered if there was yet more debasement in store for her. Later, much later, she fell onto a tense, restless sleep.
Paul rose early the next morning and was driving to work well before Hillary had even begun to stir. He wanted no part of a confrontation and needed to think things through calmly at the office. He parked the car in his usual parking lot, returning the friendly grin and "good morning" from the attendant with a stiff nod. He didn't mean to seem cold, but the weariness of the joumey compounded with the troubled evening he had had gave him the feeling he was almost underwater, working on will power alone; he was groggy, tired, and still very angry. He walked through the wide glass doors that led into the massive skyscraper where his firm kept its executive offices. He tried to smile at the young girl who sold newspapers and cigarettes in the lobby, and he even managed a relatively warm greeting to the small, somewhat nervous man who ran the elevator.
"Twelfth floor, that's it, isn't it, Mr. Sanson?"
"That's it, Frank," he said.
The elevator filled quickly with secretaries, clerks, and others, like himself, young executives; there were the usual greetings and half-hearted jokes. It seemed forever before the overhead light flashed twelve. The doors slid open and he moved into the bright, modern offices of Cambrian Advertising Agency.
"Good morning, Mr. Sanson!" the receptionist greeted him.
"Hello Shirley," he said, smiling at the cute, young blonde behind the desk.
"Miss Tate said I should corner you the minute you came in and tell you to run-not-walk to her office as soon as possible!"
Paul smiled.
"If I don't get some coffee first I'll have to stumble into her office."
"There's some fresh coffee right on your desk," she said, "made it myself from an old family recipe!"
"Shirley, you think of everything, don't you?"
"Well..." she said, looking at him coyly, "almost everything."
"Thanks," he said, too sleepy even to pick up the hint of flirtation from the girl. He moved down the yellow and orange corridors, his shoes clicking smartly on the shining tile. The brisk coolness of the air conditioning had already begun to clear his head a little, and when he got to the office he drank some of Shirley's coffee with relish. He sat at his desk, lit up a cigarette and glanced around the office.
He liked the smart wood paneling, and the expensive modern furniture; gazingout the window he saw the familiar panorama: gleaming skyscrapers that spanned time and decades. It always gave him a good feeling to look at this impressive view. It gave him a sense of... of power, yes even of manliness, to know that he was a part of this complex world of business, technology, and electronics -- concrete testimonials to man's inventiveness and brilliance. Yet he had never been able, to communicate what he felt about this world to his wife. She never understood his love for this mighty world of stone, architecture and builder's tools.
Maybe that's what's wrong between us, he thought. If we could only communicate more we might not fight so much. But there seemed no way around Hillary's obsessive jealousy; a wave of anger swept over him again as he remembered her accusations. He was particularly incensed because he had never allowed the idea of pursuing another woman to enter his mind! Particularly Eva Tate. Not that she was unattractive, far from it! But knowing the feelings that such an intimate business relationship might create for his wife he had gone out of his way to avoid an amorous situation between he and Eva. And yet despite all this his wife still accused him, and he was furious!
"Hey, handsome, how about a little of your time?"
It was a woman's voice, low and husky. He glanced up and saw Eva Tate coming into the office. She was a striking woman, about five foot eight, with a stunning, well-developed body; in the svelte lines of her tailored business suit Paul could see the firm, ripe swelling of her breasts, the slim tapered waist, the full hips and her long, slender legs. Her face was framed with streak blonde, lustrous hair, curled and coiffed in an elegant hairdo falling down her back and across her shoulders. The shining, cascading mane set off perfectly the porcelain whiteness of her skin, the cat-like green eyes, and the natural redness of her lips. She looked much younger than her thirty-two years would indicate.
"You look like something the cat dragged in," she said. "Rough night?" she asked, arching her eyebrow slightly.
Paul turned away evasively; he felt caught by her timely entrance, and did not want to reveal to her the turmoil he felt.
"Oh, just a little tired. You know that was a hell of a rough trip," she agreed, "the minute I got back to my apartment I just stripped down to my little old birthday suit and snuggled up in bed. I had the most delicious sleep, too!"
She moved around behind him, glancing at the way his dark hair curled slightly over the edge of his white shirt. It was so thick and dark, she had wanted to reach out and caress it so many times, but always kept her distance. She knew from experience that in a case like this it was better to wait for an opening. But if, as she now sensed, their marriage was in trouble, that was a different story. She had never liked Hillary much, especially since Eva had had her eye on Paul. But the minute Hillary came on the scene Paul was infatuated and ignored Eva's advances completely. She had always resented this, but until now she made no move that would betray her feelings. She knew she could have any man she wanted, but she wanted Paul; at the moment it looked like he was on the verge of being very available.
She sat on the edge of the desk, next to him, and pulled up her skirt slightly to expose the knee. Paul glanced at her long, sleek legs unconsciously, then, catching himself, he turned away guiltily.
"Wife trouble, honey?"
Paul was startled by what she said and almost choked on his coffee. They both laughed.
"Well, just a little," he said, "nothing serious."
Eva knew it was a lie.
"Is she jealous?" she asked.
Paul turned to her, startled.
"How ... how did you know?"
"Oh, it's not an unusual thing, you know. Woman for a boss, naturally the wife is bound to get suspicious. Did you work it out all right?"
Paul hesitated, not knowing what to say. Eva sensed his difficulty and changed the subject.
"Look," she said brightly, "I'll tell you why I wanted to see you. They've just finished redecorating the company apartment at the Carlton Plaza. I've been dying to see it! Let's go! It's just the thing to pick us up, and we can talk over the Kansas City contract too!"
Paul smiled at her.
"Why not?" she said, winking at him.
Chapter Three
Unlike their office building, the Carlton Plaza was an old building, mostly made of stone, and built around the turn of the century by a famous German architect. There were fountains and Greek sculptures, even a reflecting pool with glittering goldfish. It was a world of immeasurable old world luxury, and Paul liked the feel of it. He liked the way the doormen and desk clerks greeted him with respect and a certain awe. He and Eva were treated like royalty as they made their way to the elevator. Within seconds they were whisked to the fifteenth floor, the penthouse, where Cambrian's Advertising Agency had recently redecorated its Guest Suite, a suite of rooms kept for important clients from out of town, or for entertaining customers, or simply as a retreat for a harried executive; a place to relax and take things easy in utter comfort.
"It's fabulous," Eva exclaimed as they entered the suite, "Just fabulous!"
And it was. Done mostly in dove gray, with dramatic touches of orange and yellow.
"And look at the bedroom!" she cried, flinging open the door.
It was in orange and subtly accented in soft orange and gold wall paper. The centerpiece was a huge water bed in the exact middle of the room, draped with a glittering orange cloth. Most of the walls had floor-to-ceiling changing mirrors, and above the bed, suspended from the ceiling, was a huge sky light, slightly tinted with a smoky haze that made the room appear to be among the clouds that flocked dreamlike overhead.
"I can't believe it," Paul said, staring at the overhead skylight, "this must have cost a fortune!"
"Oh, a small fortune, yes," she said, "but it's worth every penny in terms of our image."
She tested the mattress.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said, glancing towards Paul, ".. . .nice and firm."
They looked at each other fully now, for the first time that day; their eyes penetrated deeply and it seemed to Paul as if he was seeing her not as his boss, but as a woman, a voluptuous, exciting woman. But Hillary's face suddenly flashed into his mind and he turned away, blushing slightly. He moved back into the spacious living room and went into the small, perfectly equipped kitchen. He opened a couple of closets and discovered a completely stocked bar.
"How about a martini?" he asked, "It's early, but I think I could use one."
"Perfect!" Eva said, grinning "So could I. No reason why we shouldn't make ourselves very comfortable."
Paul mixed the drinks and watched as she took off her jacket. As he saw the outline of her large, full breasts beneath the gossamer silk of her blouse he felt his pulse quicken; a warmth pervaded him. Her blonde, shining mane fell around her shoulders. It softened her whole appearance, gave her a more sensuous, feline appearance, he thought. She kicked off her shoes and leaned back luxuriously on the couch.
"Oooooohhh! That feels marvelous!"
"Here's the drinks," he said, carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of martinis.
"How about a toast?" she said.
"Fine, what do we toast to?"
"To your marriage?"
Paul looked at her steadily.
"I think we should toast to the firm," he replied. It's a bit more appropriate at the..."
"Absolutely," she agreed. "To the firm!"
They clinked glasses and sipped.
As the heady magic of the gin and vermouth began to work on them, Paul sat on the floor next to the sofa, feeling more and more relaxed. He began to muse.
"You know, Eva," he said, "I think if we play our cards right this firm could be one of the biggest in the country in three years."
"Not 'one of Paul, THE biggest. You wait. And in one year, not three. I guarantee you that.'"
"You're quite a woman, Eva, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you."
"Thanks ..." she said, "you're quite something yourself."
Paul laughed. Then a silence fell. He became somewhat uncomfortable, not knowing what to say next, feeling a little guilty about the situation. Eva sipped her drink slowly, watching Paul with growing desire.
Now, she thought as she watched him, now is time.
Paul stiffened slightly as he felt the delicate tip Eva's finger trace around the hairline at the back of his head.
"You've got such beautiful hair, Paul," she said softly, "and I like the way you have it cut...."
"Thanks," he said. He felt torn, one part of him wanted to give in to her advance and to return it, but another part of him wanted to pull away and close the subject. After all he was a married man, and this was a highly dangerous situation. And yet, after all of his wife's insults there seemed no reason in the world not to give in to the strange attraction he now felt for this woman. The touch of her finger sent a tingling sensation through his neck and back, his body started to come alive, his genitals were beginning to stir with feeling. She began to stroke the back of his head....
"Eva..." he said, pulling away slightly, "I don't know if we should...."
"Paul..." she said, gazing at him steadily, hypnotically, "look, I know what's going on. I can tell when a man isn't getting what he needs from a woman. I like Hillary, you know that, but she can't give you what you need, can she? This world, our world, is something she can't understand like we do. Am I right?"
Paul nodded slowly, remembering their endless quarrels.
"She doesn't have to know about this," she continued, "unless you want her to know. This is between us."
She moved closer, whispering into his ear.
"I can give you what you need, Paul, and I can give it to you the way you want it. All you have to do is ask. ..."
Paul turned and looked at her. Her green eyes seemed to glitter -- she seemed to radiate sensuality and a promise of wild excitement. His heart was pounding; he moved towards her almost involuntarily, impelled as if from within, drawn irresistibly to this stunning creature. With a little cry, his arms suddenly reached out for her, and they embraced quickly, kissing hungrily, finally able to release what had been pent up and hidden for so long.
"Oooooooooh, Paul, ooohhh how nice!"
He kissed her neck, her face, his hand caressing the shining blonde hair, thrilling him with the way it felt. Her lips sought his eagerly, and she plunged her hot, moist tongue deep between his lips, exploring the teeth, the soft flesh; then his tongue pushed hers back and he penetrated her mouth with equal excitement. Their bodies pressed close and Eva's hand quickly roved down between Paul's legs where she felt the thick, stiff penis, hot with need and desire, straining against the material of his pants. She began to massage it skillfully; Paul, feeling the erotic movement of her hand, became wildly excited. He moaned as she grabbed the soft, pulsing mound of his testicles through his trousers. His hand quickly found its way up the back of her blouse and he swiftly undid the clasps of the bra. His hand moved in to feel the soft, resilient orbs, his fingers lightly brushed the tips of her breasts and they stiffened and stood erect under his touch. He felt a sharp sensation on his earlobe as Eva nibbled the soft flesh with her teeth, biting slightly, then biting a little harder. At first Paul didn't like the forwardness of her action, but the slight, sharp pain he felt when she bit there was undeniably exciting to feel and his body tingled when she did it. He moaned pleasurably.
"Like that?" she whispered.
Suddenly she bent down and kissed his neck so hard that the intensity of her kiss made a little red welt on his skin; it sent shudders of erotic yearning coursing through his body, his genitals throbbed excitedly, yearning for more.
"Ooooooh, baby ..." he groaned.
Free of all restraint now, they began tearing at each other's clothes. Blouse, skirt, trousers, shirt, socks, flew every which way. Within moments they were clasping each other's hot naked bodies with ravenous desire. Hands were touching, rubbing, caressing" the skin; Eva loved the feel of the tall, hard body she held; her hands roamed eagerly over the muscular shoulders, the rippling, tapered back, the strong, buttocks that seemed charged with strength, the thighs, the flanks. She kneaded the tufted hair on his chest.
"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!"
Paul, hot with desire, felt the satin-smooth texture of her skin -- her body was soft, like sculptured cream, undulating lewdly under the touch of his broad, grasping hands. Her pelvis moved back and forth inviting his throbbing cock to undreamed of delight. He felt his gorged shaft standing erect, hard as a rock and pulsing to go into her. Her hands flew to his massive rod and began to massage him into a frenzy of lust; she skillfully pulled back the velvety foreskin to expose the charged, rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that thrilled Paul as never before.
His fingers roamed quickly to the curling strands of hair that surrounded her vaginal slit, he explored the moist pubic patch with trembling excitement.
Eva cried with pleasure as she felt his fingers run the length of the hot, wet furrow. He delicately flicked the clitoris which hardened instantly, sending a shiver of electricity through her; his hand grasped her pussy wantonly, obscenely, and he pushed his finger into the wet, throbbing vagina as Eva gasped with pleasure.
"Oh yes!! Babeee!!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his stroking finger; she moved her hips lewdly to give him ease of entry.
Paul was delighted that she had none of the frustrating resistances he had felt from his wife -- he felt freed as never before to explore the depths of his passion. He hungrily moved his finger into the moist, throbbing interior of her cuntal canal, deftly driving her to wild, erotic excitement. She gasped with delight.
"Oh, yes, come to me !" she cried, "Come to me!"
Eva quickly lay back on the couch, and in seconds Paul was upon her; they were no longer business associates, they were past all sense of worldly role or identity, past all guilt or conscience, they were caught in a turbulent, vulgar act that defiled reason. Eva cried out in pain and pleasure as Paul plunged his massive, gorged shaft into the wet, throbbing folds of her vaginal slit. He sank deep into her and the intensity of the feeling that passed between them was beyond their wildest dreams.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she moaned, "You feel so good...soooooo gooooood!"
Now he began to move his cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as he went; Eva pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls clasping hungrily at his pumping ramrod.
It had been so long since he had known this charged sense of freedom, that Paul was consumed with sensuality. He began to ram her with mounting intensity. He had held back so long with his mistrustful wife, trying to be gentle, that he had kept a firm hold on his deeper, more obscene urges. But now, thrashing with abandon, with this green-eyed, golden-haired amazon beneath him, driving him to ecstatic excesses he had never known before, he felt exultant, and he drove himself into a frenzy of lusty excitement such as he had not known for years.
"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUUUCCCK YOOOOOOUUU!" he shouted savagely.
At first Eva was shocked at the intensity of his cries, but it excited her too, and as she felt his sweating, sinewy body twisting and plunging into her, taking her to excruciating heights of sensuality, she found herself crying out the same lewd phrases ...
"Oh yes, YEESSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DO IT HARDER!" she screamed, "HARDER! HURT ME! HURT ME!"
Her wanton words and the sight of her eyes pleading wildly multiplied Paul's sense of grunting abandon. So, he thought, that was how she liked it! He rammed at her now without mercy, the hard, rubbery buttocks bobbing up and down, his long, thick cock gorged to the bursting point, his body wet with sweat. His round, throbbing balls slapped against the wet furrow of her anal passage. He felt every muscle tense, alive "with excitement, straining under a torrent of lust.
"AAAGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, reveling obscenely; the knowledge that she was his office superior only increased her pleasure; she was a woman used to using men, for whatever she needed, and now she had Paul! It was beyond her wildest expectations. The harder he drove into her, the more she wanted, and if it hurt and bruised her, that made it all the more exciting, for the pain was mixed with sensual excitement like an incredible aphrodisiac. She loved the feeling of his iron-hard prick tearing at her, plunging mercilessly along rhe shuddering walls of her hot pussy. She screamed with delight as -he began to suck and bite her nipples, to pierce her with little ripples of pain and pleasure.
"Yeeesss!" she cried, "That's it! OOOOOOHHHHHH BAAABBBY!"
Paul felt charged to the full extent of his manhood, he felt he was at last getting the kind of release he had been waiting for. He smote her like a bull-god, pumping his driving cock into her pulsing, wet vagina, that opened upwards to receive him greedily.
As their hands roved lewdly over each other's hot, moist bodie?, Paul felt his seed begin to surge and gather in his loins; the enlarged, wet balls slapping at her eager pussy began to bulge with white, bubbling cum and in this new excitement he redoubled his intensity. Eva felt the change in him, and at the same time felt herself bathed in a new exultancy, the throbbing in her pussy seemed to grow, she was being bathed now in waves of pleasure, shot through with tingles of delight.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned, "YEEESSS! I'M CUMMMINGGG!"
Paul was at theburstingpoint now too, mad with desire; his gorged cock was ready to explode with cum -- and suddenly the moment came, he shot his teaming river-load of hot seed into her. She felt flooded with warm, exciting wetness. It spread through her as her legs and body thrashed wildly.
"UUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she cried.
"OOOOOOHHH BAAABBBEEE!" Paul shouted, spasmodically shooting his surging cum into her "OOOHHH YEEESSSSSS!"
The feeling of releasing himself fully, ejaculating wantonly into this woman he had known for so long under highly different circumstances, gave Paul immense pleasure, a strange sort of delight. It seemed to give him an erotic freedom he had always denied himself. For now he drove himself brutally into her, in a way he would never act with his wife. His eyes glazed with mad excitement, emptying himself triumphantly. She received his piston-like strokes eagerly, her eyes closed, her hands clasping the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders. She felt her own cuntal juices flowing freely, and seemed to be released from the aching tension and pressure of her job and her life. She gave herself totally to the feeling, knowing this was what she craved more than anything; this delicious feeling of erotic completeness. She was lost in a river of lust and orgasm. She felt her female juices draining away, and the turbulence of the orgasm began to diminish and ebb away.
Gradually Paul spent himself completely and lay back next to her on the wide bed, exhausted and satisfied.
Eva looked at him through half-lowered eyelids. She relished the warm, luscious feeling that pervaded her.
"Say..." she whispered, "that was really something. I didn't know what I've been missing."
"Neither did I," Paul said, reaching for the tray of martinis. "Maybe we should have done this sooner."
Eva smiled at him, delighted over the unexpected turn of events that day.
"Well," she said lazily, "better late than never."
Later that day, at about one, Hillary Sanson stood at the corner of Bay Street and Cornith Avenue; she waited patiently for the light to change. It was scarcely an hour ago that she had decided, on impulse, to visit Paul at the office, persuade him to have lunch with her, and perhaps iron out their differences. She felt a little foolish; perhaps, she thought, he'll be angry with me for coming down to the office like this without even calling, but I just couldn't wait any longer. He was out of the house so early, I didn't have a chance to talk to him.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting skirt and blouse and wore a bright green sweater over her shoulders. To all the world she looked like a pert, happy housewife, one of millions across the country; but inside she was troubled. She felt her husband was drifting away from her, that their marriage of only one year was already in trouble. She wanted desperately to do something about it, but what?
Soon she was in front of the huge skyscraper. She hesitated -- she hadn't been back to the familiar building since the early days of her marriage. She had missed working, missed the gossip and the jokes with the other girls, and the routine of an interesting well paid job. Now, as she stood before the door, terrified to go inside again, she realized how much her life had changed in so short a time.
She pushed her way through the doors, walked straight to the elevator and was soon on the twelfth floor. As the doors of the elevator parted, she walked out into the familiar corridor. "Hillary! What a surprise to see you here!"
"Hello, Shirley, how are you?"
The two girls embraced and kissed each other lightly on the cheek.
"You look terrific," Shirley gushed, "Gee, it must be great to be away from the grind and to sit around and be lazy air day."
"I guess so," Hillary said stiffly, remembering with irony the events of the night before. "Is Paul in the office? I want to see him for a minute."
"Gee, I don't think so. He and Miss Tate went out about two hours ago. ..."
Hillary went pale, but recovered quickly.
"Oh," she said softly, "Well, I guess I won't wait, I have some things to do."
She turned quickly and started back to the elevator, when the doors opened and a handsome, brown-haired man of about twenty-seven walked out.
"Hillary! My God, what a surprise!"
"Hello Neil."
It was Neil Anderson, one of the top commercial artists in the country, and also, Hillary remembered ruefully, the biggest playboy in the firm. He was jauntily dressed in a blue and white pinstripped suit and vest and a light blue shirt. He had put a red carnation in his lapel.
Neil and Hillary had known each other at work, and more than once Hillary had to artfully dodge being pinched behind the files, or being cornered in the elevator. Not that Neil wasn't attractive, by no means. His boyish good looks, his freckled face with sparkling blue eyes, and his six-foot muscular body, kept in top condition with daily workouts in the executive's gymnasium, were most appealing, not just to Hillary but to all the girls. But Neil had a reputation of "love-em'and-leave-em," he was a confirmed bachelor with one thing on his mind: sex.
Neil grabbed her in his familiar bear-hug and squeezed her tightly.
"Oh, it's good to see you, sweetheart! Baby, the typing pool lost its prettiest chickie when you got snagged! What are you doing down here anyway?"
"Oh ..." she stammered nervously, "... oh ... I just came down to surprise Paul and . .. and maybe have lunch...."
"Well, the old boy's out having one of his tete-a-tete's with Eva."
Hillary turned away, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
Oh damn, she thought, I don't want them to see me like this! Not Shirley, why she'll gossip to all the girls, and god knows what Neil will make of all this!
"Hey . . . what's this?" Neil turned her face up to his; he was the very model of sympathy and understanding. "Crying? What's the matter? Can I help?"
"Is everything all right, Hillary?" Said Shirley, her interest peaked by Hillary's sudden breakdown. She was alert for any new gossip.
"No ... no, I'm all right, really."
Hillary felt ashamed and humiliated. She wanted desperately to get out of the office, away from Neil and from Shirley's probing stare.
Neil could sense her dilemma and took her arm gently.
"Look, come on and have lunch with me and we'll talk it over. I think you need a shoulder to cry on and I've got a shoulder here just aching to be used." He smiled warmly. "How about it?"
Although she didn't trust Neil, she felt that under the circumstances she had no choice but to go along with his invitation. She was confused and hurt; she had to get out of the office. But with Neil..
"I know a quiet little place near here," he said, his voice soothing and confidential. "C'mon, a drink will relax you and you can tell me all about it if you want to. Okay?"
"All right," she said, brushing the tears from her eyes. "All right ..."
They moved quickly into the elevator.
Chapter Four
The waiter set the drinks on the table before them. They were in a booth in a secluded corner of the cocktail lounge about two blocks from the office. They sipped their drinks in silence. Hillary felt strange, being with a man she didn't trust in this dimly-lit place. It was a far cry from her routine of shopping and house-cleaning. She felt guilty and uncomfortable. She was sure she was doing the wrong thing, but felt helpless and needed desperately to talk.
"Now, tell old Neil what's going on, huh?"
"Oh . . . it's nothing . . . really . . ."
"Nothing? You burst into tears the first time you visit the office in months and now you're telling me there's nothing wrong? Look, Hillary, I know you think I'm just an office Lothario, but I've got a heart too. You can trust me. Honest injun!"
Hillary smiled in spite of herself. She had to admit he was a charming man . . . and maybe she had misjudged him after all. She took another sip of her drink and felt a warmth go through her; slowly her muscles began to relax for the first time in days. She felt more mellow and leaned back in the upholstered booth.
"Oh, it's my old jealousy, Neil ... I keep making up stories in my head about .. . about Paul and Eva Tate. I know there's absolutely nothing to it, but I can't get it out of my mind that they're having an affair!"
Neil grinned slyly.
"What makes you so sure there's nothing to it?" he asked.
Hillary looked at him with intensity. What was he saying? she thought... is he implying that... no ... no it couldn't be true.
"Neil . . . what do you mean?"
"Gee," he said innocently, "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything ... I mean I could be wrong about it. .."
"Wrong about what?" she asked sharply.
"Well ... hell, I thought everybody knew about Paul and Eva ... I mean, you know they work so close together ... I thought you knew."
"You mean . .." she fought back a feeling of bitter anger. . . "you mean you think they're having an affair?"
"Think?" Neil laughed. "Oh, you're as sweet and innocent as ever. Of course, you can't ever really be sure, but the gossip around the office.. . ."
Hillary was suddenly racked with sobs. Neil put his arms around her and she willingly let herself be held, crushing her tear-streaked face to his strong, muscular chest.
"Oh Neil... I didn't know... I didn't know.. ."
"You poor kid," he said, stroking her hair, and letting his hand rove playfully down her back.
She's still as luscious as ever, he thought to himself, as she wept quietly in his arms. He wondered how it would feel to take her in his arms and kiss her hotly, undressing her slowly, savoring each beautiful, lithe section of her perfect body, covering her with kisses. He felt his cock harden as he held her there in the lounge, and a strong surge of desire swept through him. Oh, how he longed to fuck her, to ram his thick, stiff rod into her sweet golden pussy.
Suddenly Hillary broke the embrace and wiped the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief, feeling embarrassed at having acted so foolishly in a place where everyone could see her.
"Neil, where are they now?" she demanded.
"Gee, I know they went over to the suite at the Plaza this morning. I haven't seen them since."
"Take me there!" she said with determination.
"Oh, baby, don't you think that's going a little far?"
"No! I've got to get this out in the open now! Before it's too late! Take me there, Neil. Please!"
Neil smiled at her. Well, why not, he thought. He wondered with delight what they would find there. He paid the check and as they left the lounge he remembered the charming water bed with all the mirrors and the skylight.
By the time they arrived at the suite it was empty; the two couples had missed each other by only minutes. As they moved through the plush rooms, Hillary grew bitter seeing the luxurious appointments, imagining Paul and Eva reveling shamelessly, laughing at her. She saw the martini glasses, and crushed out cigarettes with lipstick on them and the silky pillows strewn about the living room floor.
"Well," Neil mused, "it looks like somebody was here, all right. Looks like they had quite a time, too."
Hillary sat stiffly on a chair, feeling completely humiliated. Paul was having an affair, after all; she was sure of it. She thought back over all the anguish and soul-searching she had gone through feeling guilty over her accusation, and now it turned out that she was right all along. All of Paul's protests and anger had been a pretense! He and Eva were lovers! She bit her lip and determinedly fought back the tears. No, she thought, I'm not going to feel sorry for myself anymore.
"Ah," said Neil, holding up a bottle of gin, "the demon alcohol!"
He had found the bar.
"What'll it be love? Scotch? Rye? Martini?"
"I don't care," said Hillary flatly, lighting a cigarette. "Anything."
As Neil mixed the drinks Hillary walked into the bedroom, trying to collect herself. She sat down on the bed absently, and took a long puff on her cigarette.
What do I do now, she thought, divorce? Separation? Should I just confront Paul with what Neil has told me or what? She suddenly saw her face in the mirrQr across from the bed. She was startled, as she saw her face drawn and tense, dark circles seemed to grow under her eyes; her lips were a thin, tight line of tension.
"Bottoms up!" Neil walked into the room and handed her a martini.
Hillary suddenly felt uncomfortable, for she had scarcely realized she had wandered into the bedroom. She took the drink and sipped it, trying to steady her nerves. She shivered a little as the effects of the mixture took hold of her. Neil sat beside her.
"This is quite a room, isn't it?" he said.
Hillary rose as if to go into the living room, away from Neil, but he took hold of her hand.
"Hey, don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you you know."
"Oh Neil," she said, "I know that. .. it's just. .. it's just..."
"It's just that you've had a hell of a shock and you need a little relaxation," he said with assurance. "So stop fidgeting and just calm down and relax. Come on. Sit down."
She smiled nervously and sat down next to him on the bed. From somewhere inside the walls music came on, soothing and languid.
"Compliments of the firm. Piped-in music to soothe the tired businessman," Neil said.
The shimmering sound of the stereo music, an orchestral arrangement of the current hits, mixed with the effects of the martinis finally relaxed Hillary. She began to feel a little drowsy and warm; she lay back on the bed and felt the tension begin to drain out of her. The soft, plush water bed and the luxurious feeling of the golden orange bedspread made her feel like she was in a millionaire's mansion.
"That's it," Neil whispered in a soothing tone, "take it easy. Listen baby, after what Paul's done to you, you deserve a little relaxation."
He's right, she thought to herself. Paul's had his share of fun, traveling, living high, expense accounts, penthouse suites, love affairs . .. why shouldn't I have some fun too! Damn him, anyway! All sense of conscience and morality began to melt away under the influence of the luxury environment and Neil's artful power of suggestion.
"That's it," he said, "live a little. It's time you had some fun."
"Mmmmmmmmm..." she sighed, stretching her body on the bed drowsily, "you're absolutely right."
Neil noticed with delight the full, ripe contours of her body. If anything, she was even more desirable than she had been when she worked at the office, for now she had a little wifely experience, and that experience had given a new bloom and roundness to her physique that was compelling. Watching her, Neil felt his thick rod stiffen again with lust.
Better be careful, he thought to himself, this is an explosive situation. I'd better take it nice and slow. I sure don't want a hysterical woman on my hands.
Hillary felt Neil removing her shoes and started to sit up in protest.
"Take it easy," he said calmly, "I just want you to be more comfortable. Lie back . . . that's it. It's okay, now just close your eyes."
She lay back, exhausted by the activity of the past twenty-four hours and glad to have someone tell her exactly what to do, to take the situation in hand for her. She trusted Neil now completely. She felt tired.
It must be the drinks, she thought, or maybe it's the music. I know I should leave here, it's wrong to be in this place with Neil, but I'm so sleepy . . . and so tired of worrying and crying. . . .
She heard Neil get up and go into the living room; this relaxed her even more. She fell into a sort of drowsiness, half-asleep and slightly tipsy from the strong martini. Neil walked to the bar and refilled his glass.
If I don't handle this right, he thought, it could sure cause a ruckus at the office, particularly with Paul. But if I'm careful . . . very careful. . .
Feeling light and sexy from the drinks, he sauntered back into the bedroom. His body felt aglow, charged with feeling. And the thought of screwing the beautiful, redhaired wife of his co-worker made him even more excited. He had always been somewhat jealous of Paul, and the attention Eva Tate had showered on him; despite Neil's vast experience in computer programming, Paul had gotten most the the plum assignments, and had become Eva's protege. Of course Neil made an excellent salary and was more than satisfied with his work, but still it rankled him that Paul was the favorite. He had tried to seduce Hillary from the first day she came to the office, but she would have nothing to do with him. But with Paul it was a different story, she fell for him at once.
Ah, well, Neil thought, time changes everything. He looked at Hillary, sleeping lightly on the bed; maybe it was wrong of me to hint around about the thing between Eva and Paul but for all I know it may be true. He chuckled to himself. Besides, he thought, I could never resist a little white lie if it meant a delightful afternoon with such a pretty creature like her.
He moved into the bedroom and softly closed the door. Very quietly he slipped off his shoes, then removed his clothes, watching himself in the mirror. He liked the look of his thickly-muscled body, his firm chest with the brown curly hair, his thick sculptured arms, his slim hips, the hard round buttocks, the strong thighs that rippled as he moved, and his long, muscular legs. He was glad he had been an athlete in college; it had firmed up his body, made it hard yet very supple. He watched himself in the mirror, smiling with narcissistic pleasure.
Hillary began to move sinuously in her drowsy state as she felt someone begin to remove her clothes; at first she thought she was dreaming ... she thought she was a little girl again and that it was her father undressing her as he had done when she would fall asleep in the living room as a child and had to be carried to bed. Then, suddenly, she remembered where she was; she opened her eyes with a start. In the smoky skylight overhead she saw the reflected naked body of a man removing her clothes with quiet tenderness. It was Neil! She bolted up.
"No!" she cried, startled, "No ... no ..."
But Neil quieted her artfully.
"Shhhhhh ..." he whispered soothingly, "it's going to be all right. . . it's going to be good ... trust me, baby . . . trust me. . . ."
She wanted desperately to scream! To run out of the room! This was wrong! She was being seduced by a man she hardly knew and she was a married woman! She was tormented and terrified, yet somehow she couldn't move. She felt paralyzed, hypnotized by Neil's words.
Why can't I move? she thought. I've got to get out of here .. . but then, in a blinding flash she thought of Paul and Eva, remembering the scattered cushions in the living room, and a desire for revenge began to consume her. Why shouldn't I stay? she thought. If Paul can do it so can I! Whatever happens will serve him right for what he's done to me!
"Just lay back," Neil whispered, "lay back and I'll take care of you. You don't have to do a thing. You're beautiful . . . oh, Hillary, I've never seen such a lovely body in my life ..."
She was immediately soothed by his comforting words. How wonderful it was to have someone take care of her, to soothe her and tell her what to do. She lay back willingly.
Now they were both completely nude. Neil's eyes roved lustfully over her perfect body. It was better than he dared hope. Her skin was white as alabaster, save for the pink aureoles and nipples of her breasts; the auburn hair of her pubic patch seemed to glisten invitingly, and he could catch a glimpse of the fleshy slit nestled in the hair.
He climbed slowly onto the bed where she lay back, invitingly nude on the silky pillows and coverlet. He knelt, his legs straddling her hips. His dangling hairy balls pulsed and swayed lewdly over her, his long, sinewy shaft throbbed, stiff with yearning. He knelt over her for a few moments, his body erect. He savored the danger and clandestine quality of the affair; they might be discovered at any moment by her husband, or his boss, and yet this thought only produced a wicked inward chuckle. He felt his naked body tingle as the stereo began to play a soft romantic melody. . . .
He let his hands play lazily over her body. First he caressed her face, relaxing her eyes and facial muscles, teasing her skin with light, delicate strokes. Years of experience had taught him just which tricks to use in any situation. This was certainly not the first time he had had an affair with someone's unhappy wife.
It happens so often in this business, he thought, smiling.
Hillary, in her dreamy, half-paralyzed state, felt his fingers glide like feathers over her breasts; she felt the skin tingle, then contract; her nipples quivered and hardened, the red tips taut with pleasure. He molded and kneaded them, relaxing her, yet charging her with sensuality and warmth.
"Ooohhh..." she found herself moaning, almost involuntarily. Neil's expertise was potent, and was working skillfully against any protestation she might have made.
"Feels good, doesn't it.. ." he whispered, "feels sooo nice. You deserve to feel nice . . . you deserve everything after what's been done to you...."
I do, Hillary thought, yes I do deserve it. Why shouldn't I have some enjoyment, too? Why shouldn't I have what Paul has?
These bitter thoughts reinforced Neil's artful stroking, and bit by bit she surrendered entirely. He was caressing her hips and thighs now, while his face nuzzled lightly in the soft, velvety planes of her stomach.
His tongue began to flick lightly over the skin, which grew goose-pimply, sending shivers of delight through Hillary's body. She began to move her body now, to undulate a little under the darting tongue. He moved down the stomach and explored the regions around the furry patch between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . ." she mewled as she felt his tongue slide closer and closer to that tender pink area. She grew excited in anticipation. Neil worked so skillfully, so teasingly, that the merest suggestion sent thrills of excitement through her. Now his tongue darted quickly into the moist, reddish tangle of hair and found the soft pink crevice of her cuntal slit.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned sharply, as she felt his hot wet tongue begin to lick teasingly up the full length of her tender pink vagina. Her whole body quivered from the jarring shock of a fleshy tongue on her naked, open pussy for the first time. This was something she had never allowed her husband to do. She felt it was sick and wrong! And yet now, enraptured by Neil's brilliant seduction, she was overcome with excitement and unable to protest. She gathered strength and tried to pull away, to clench her thighs close together, but Neil held her firm in a tight grasp, kneading the ivory mounds of her breasts, and continued the wanton darting of his tongue.
He ran his tongue up and down the moist, trembling slit, probing with the magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her moist, throbbing pussy, dabbling at the fleshy outer lips, nibbling playfully at the silken strands lining them. Now he found the hardened tip of the clitoris and began to prove and suck at it, pulling it, sending excruciating shocks of delight through her body.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she groaned, at first revolted by the new feelings he invoked in her. But as he continued biting and sucking she was overcome with a wild sense of excitement that was deep and thrilling. She began to undulate her body and twist her hips, encouraging him further.
That's it, he thought, that's it! She's coming around at last. There shouldn't be any trouble from here on in.
Neil's prediction proved more than true, for as Hillary felt the hot wet pleasure of his tongueing, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, and pushed her hips upward so as to meet the hungry, probing tongue. Gone were all thoughts of shame and guilt, gone were the feelings that she, a married woman, had no right to do such a thing. In her wildly exultant state, her legs thrashing with delight, she felt she was getting full revenge for her husband's unfaithfulness. If he could have an affair with Eva Tate, then she could take advantage of what Neil had to offer. These thoughts, normally horrifying to her, now simply filled her with a wicked sense of pleasure. She was consumed with erotic abandon and gave herself to it completely.
She writhed and squirmed beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought she would faint from the ecstatic joy that surged through her loins. She had never experienced anything as exciting as this before and she reveled in it. Her open cunt was now grinding up into Neil's face, crushing his mouth cruelly against the slippery wetness, flaring open to devour Neil's pleasure-giving tongue.
Neil, sweating and passionate, licked greedily, savoring her increased excitement. He was exultant that his seduction was successful beyond his wildest expectations, and though his massive, gorged prick was pulsing with sensual pleasure, he knew that his own satisfaction would be increased if he waited for his release until late, when she was fully prepared. Now there was the present stimulation of this thrashing, kicking, newly-released woman groaning beneath him, his prize for the day! He increased his obscene oral manipulation to where she was crazed with excitement.
She grasped and groaned as Neil, stiffening his tongue, plunged it deep, deep into her helplessly squirming vaginal hole, rotating it far up inside her. It felt wonderful to Hillary, beyond anything she had ever experienced; her hips were oscillating in time to the wet probing tongue plunging deep into her, and little eddies of forbidden pleasure raced through her.
"Oooooohhhhhh .. . OOOOOOOOOH!" she cried in pleasure, as Neil's tongue nibbled and darted in and out, occasionally flicking lewdly over the clitoris and then back into the widening, eager hole.
She was lost, lost! She didn't care about anything now! Neil was right! She did deserve this! She had never felt so good in her life, even with Paul. Oh, it felt so good! Sooo gooooood!
Neil was delighted with the way she was responding to his manipulation, delighted at his own oral pleasure as he pressed deeply into her hot, wet vaginal hole, sucking and probing with consummate skill.
Hillary began to moan steadily now, in the grips of her coming orgasm. Her body began to shudder and melt, whipped to a frenzy by Neil's tongue whirling around in the velvet-like interior of her cunt, the wet sluicing sounds mixing with the sensuous strains of the music. Billows were rising in her, she felt near the bursting point, gasping, ready to explode with excruciating delight.
"AAAAAAGGGHHH!" she cried from the very depths of her being .. . her body consumed with a rushing, surging electricity. "I... I'm ... cum ... cum ... CUMMING ... I'M CUUUMMMING!"
She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue licking furiously at her pulsing cuntal slit, probing deeply into her, then racing wildly over the clitoris and fleshy lips. Hungry flames were engulfing her, tremors ran through her body as the inflamed cuntal walls dilated and shuddered sending out streams of her warm orgasmic juices to cascade down over Neil's wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and flail, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated, she sank back on the bed.
"Oooooohhhhhh ..." she sighed, luxuriating in the glow that suffused her. She felt good, and in the back of her mind was a sense of triumph. "That'll show him," she thought, thinking of her husband.
Neil watched her, pleased with his patience and adept performance. But as he watched her, he felt his body yearn for its own release, yearn to spill his hot, white male juice into her steaming vagina. He smiled.
"Take your time, old boy," he thought, "take your time. All things come to he who waits."
Paul and Hillary scarcely saw each other that night. Each was buried deep in the secret liaison of the day and they ate their dinner in silence. The next morning, Paul was again out of the house before Hillary had risen.
The events of the past couple of days had begun to trouble Hillary deeply, and she thought about it that morning over coffee. The danger she had placed herself in became more and more apparent What if Paul knew what she had done? And what if she was forced to confront him about his affair with Eva. It all seemed perverted and sordid to her now. It seemed wrong to take revenge on Paul by allowing herself to have an affair with Neil; her life had been so simple before, and now it was becoming hopelessly complicated and ugly. Despite the fact that she had allowed herself to enjoy her fling with Neil the day before, she now felt revolted at the idea of letting herself surrender to him. She decided that the best thing to do was to stop before things got any worse. Perhaps if she were more loving to Paul he would stop seeing Eva. Perhaps. . . .
The jangling bell of the telephone interrupted her thoughts. It was Neil.
"How are you, sweetheart?" he asked brightly.
She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why did he have to call? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
"Hillary? Are you there?"
"Y . . . yes .. ." she stammered softly. .. .
"I can hardly hear you. Speak louder. How are you feeling this morning?"
She thought she detected a certain leer in his voice; she was determined to end the affair here and now.
"I feel all right," she said quietly. "Look Neil... I don't know how to say this ..."
"You don't have to say a word, baby," he said cheerfully, "we had a ball yesterday, didn't we?""
Hillary was silent, biting her lip. She considered hanging up.
"Hillary?" Neil's voice was insistent. "Are you there? Cat got your tongue or what?"
"Neil . . . Neil ..." it was so hard to get the words out. "Look, I can't see you any more."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"It's not fair to Paul," she said finally.
"Paul?" Neil said, bitterly, "what about me?"
Hillary was puzzled.
"What do you mean Neil?"
"I mean you got your kicks yesterday, you know, and I have a few coming myself, you know what I mean?"
"Look Neil..."
"No, you look! You can't fool around with me like that and expect me to just walk away when you say so. This is a give and take situation-baby, and we have some unfinished business."
She was shocked by his tone and insinuations. How could he be so insensitive to her situation, so unfeeling?
"What do you mean, Neil?"
"I mean, love, I'd like our little affair to go on a little longer. You know what I mean?"
Hillary was angry now.
"Neil, I don't want to see you any more. I think we'd better not see each other again."
There was another silence over the phone, then Neil spoke evenly and sharply.
"It's not that easy, baby. This isn't over yet and won't be over until I say so. Is that clear?"
Hillary listened, terrified.
"Now you meet me at the suite today at noon, and if you don't show up ... well, I think your husband would be mighty interested to hear about your little escapade."
She could scarcely believe what she heard! Her hands were ice-cold and trembling, sweat broke out of her forehead.
"Noon. At the Plaza suite, all right sweetheart?"
"All... all right____"
There was a click as Neil hung up the phone.
Hillary placed the receiver in its cradle slowly and sat staring at the floor.
What kind of terrible nightmare have I gotten myself into, she thought. What have I done? The last thing she wanted was to have Neil expose her indiscretion to Paul, even though he was seeing Eva. She couldn't bear the thought of an ugly confrontation, and besides she had no proof of Paul's affair; suppose Neil had been lying, she suspected him capable of anything now. How would Paul react? Tears came to her eyes. She knew she had no choice but to meet Neil.
Chapter Five
"That little bitch," Neil thought, sipping his bourbon and ginger-ale at the suite a little before noon.
He was bitter about her reaction over the phone. He had purposely held back the day before, keeping himself from release so as to be as slow and gentle as possible with Hillary. Since then he had been feeling randy and excited, looking forward to seeing her again to have the sort of fucking he really liked. Now she was treating him like some two-bit office punk, thinking she could get rid of him that easily. Well, he thought, if that's what she thinks she's got another think coming, and this time I'm not going to be so gentle. No sir, not so gentle at all. He had made sure the suite would be empty all day, giving him time to spend the whole afternoon with her; if this was going to be the grand finale to their relationship, well, he was going to make sure it was a memorable one. Long and memorable.
The door buzzer sounded a few minutes after noon. Neil put on his brightest smile and answered the door as if nothing at all had happened. Hillary moved hesitantly inside the suite, confused by Neil's cheerfulness.
Perhaps, she thought, he's had a change of heart. "Hi, love," he said, "drink?" She tried a wan smile. "Ss . . .s..sure . . ."
"Bourbon and coke?"
"That's . . . that's fine, anything . . ." As he handed her the drink he looked deeply into her eyes. She took the drink and moved away., He watched her, staring obscenely at the full, fleshy globes of her buttocks, so visible against the straining material of her skirt. He felt his cock stiffen at the sight, and he moved behind her, stroking her buttocks with his hand.
"Neil . . ." she said, protesting, "Please . . ."
He stopped her protest by suddenly grabbing her and kissing her hard on the mouth, his tongue trying to force entry between her lips. At first
Hillary resisted strongly, but he held her so firmly with his muscular arms that she had no choice but to relax into the kiss. He shoved his tongue in deeply between her teeth, roughly exploring the interior. The force of his embrace almost caused her to spill her drink, but she caught it in time. Their bodies were pressed close together and Hillary could feel the thick protuberance of his shaft pressing against her thigh. The force of his kiss, and the pressure of his tongue almost made her swoon. It was vastly different from the way he had treated her yesterday, and she felt revolted by it. But she couldn't break his embrace. Finally he pulled away, grinning at her like a Cheshire cat.
"Nice," he said matter of factly, and picked up his drink, taking a good, healthy swallow.
"Neil . . ." she said, almost inaudibly, "look, I'll give you anything you want not to go through with this. Money? Do you want money?"
Neil laughed drunkenly.
"Christ, Hillary, what do you think this is? A movie? Who the hell wants money? Baby, there's only one thing I want from you and you know exactly what that is. Drink up, love, we've got a long afternoon ahead of us."
Paralyzed by his words, Hillary took a deep swallow of her drink, and felt a shudder go through her as the harsh liquid sloshed down her throat. She was trapped; there seemed no way out of the situation. Perhaps, she thought, I can numb myself if I drink enough. She took another deep swallow.
"That's it, babe, down the hatch. Good for the soul," he said, refilling both glasses.
He switched on the music again, only this time it wasn't the mellow orchestral music of the day before, now it was a popular rock band, noisy and vulgar. Hillary instinctively winced at the music. She didn't like rock music, it was too loud, and she didn't like the feeling it gave her ... a wild feeling, a feeling of abandon that she knew was wrong.
Neil noticed her reaction.
"Don't you like rock?"
"No," she said.
"Oh, baby, this is one of the greatest rock bands ever! Just listen to those lyrics. . . ."
The lead singer was blaring away to the guitar accompaniment. . . .
Love me baby, Love me!
I need you, want you, Love me!
Hold me in your arms and love me!
Cause Baby I need you!
Love me!
Baby, baby love me! Love me!
Neil began to move around the room undulating to the music, grinning lewdly at Hillary; she could see his stiffened penis through the thin material of his pants, pulsing almost in time to the music as he moved his body to the stabbing, driving music from the stereo . . .
"See," he said, "you've got to go with it! You've got to give in to the beat."
He sang along with the record.
Love me And give me that lovin'
All night long
Hold me close through the night and love me Love me.
He moved towards her, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips lewdly at her, half-dizzy with drunkenness and abandoning himself to the wildness of the music. She was sickened by the sight and started to move away. She found herself in the bedroom and recoiled, remembering the events of the day before, shuddering as she caught sight of the water bed and the mirrors that seemed to reflect her image everywhere she looked. The music was pulsing and screaming now, louder than ever; there was no escape from it, speakers seemed to be in every wall, behind every mirror, she seemed to be surrounded by jungle-drum rhythms, lewd singing, and shattering electric guitar music. She saw Neil lurch into the bedroom.
He grabbed her and tried to get her to dance with him, thrusting his hips at her, and grabbing her buttocks with his hands to encourage her on. At first she resisted, she pulled away from him, twisting wildly, but it was no use, he was too strong, and in his drunkenness unwilling to let her go. Finally the effects of the drinks and the music began to overwhelm her. Almost involuntarily she felt her body beginning to to shake and twist in time to the music, a savage instinct welled up inside her and she began to shimmy with abandon, taken over completely by the rock beat and the muscular, sandy-haired man who was dancing obscenely before her.
"That's it, baby," he exulted, "go, go, go!" She glanced at herself in the mirror, shocked at what she saw. There was almost a complete change in her appearance. Gone was the prim, innocent housewife, and in her place stood a wild undulating creature with hysterical eyes, hair tousled like a banshee's, her body thrashing lewdly like a burlesque dancer. She saw Neil tearing at his clothes, kicking off his shoes, tossing his shirt on the bed, slipping quickly out of his pants and underwear. He stood naked in the room, still pumping his hips and body in time to the music, his eyes gleaming with delight, his stiff cock arched erect. He grabbed it and shook it to the rock beat.
Hillary was shocked. The obscenity of what he was doing suddenly sobered her into consciousness. So this was what he was like! Depraved! Ugly! How could she have trusted him yesterday? She was revolted as she watched him move towards her, his mouth open, crudely mouthing the words to the song, and manipulating himself in front of her. She screamed and started to run out of the room but he grabbed her by the arm and held her in an iron grip.
"Oh no you don't," he said, his words slurring from the liquor and the excitement. He hurled her down onto the bed, slammed the bedroom door and locked it. He turned back to her and moved towards the bed. She backed away from him, scrambling from the bed, but he was too fast for her and in a second she was locked in his embrace; he kissed her wildly, his hot sweating naked body pressed tightly to her, his cock rock-hard, nearly tearing through the material of her skirt. He began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse, tearing off the ones he couldn't open easily. "Neil! Please!" she pleaded, "NOOO!" But he was deaf to her cries. She was soon naked except for her panties. He pulled away from her and stared at her up and down as if she was a prostitute. She turned away from him, ashamed of the way he made her feel.
"Dance! I want you to dance for me!" She was stunned by his request, it seemed perverted and horrible. But she was powerless to resist and she found herself getting to her feet, clad only in her black panties, and hypnotically beginning to dance. She felt humiliated, but gave into his sickening request as if under the spell of some mad Svengali. At first she moved timidly, then more and more in time to the music, half-crying as she moved, insinuating her hips to the lewd beat of the guitar.
"That's it, baby, that's beautiful, beautiful,"
Neil cried, manipulating himself as she danced, excited by this gorgeous woman undulating and twisting in only her brief panties. He felt like a slave-master, forcing his wench to acts of bizarre perversion. He reveled in the feeling. What a far cry from the office routine, he thought; if those idiots only knew what exotic pleasures he could create for himself they'd be wild with envy! And Paul Sanson, if he only knew what he was forcing his wife to do! He laughed at the thought, exulting in his triumph. Now he moved in to Hillary and began dancing in front of her! They were no longer Hillary and Neil, caught in an illicit affair, they were jungle animals, driven mad by the throbbing rhythms of the music, two bodies clamoring for wanton obscenity to release the dark instincts they were calling up with complete abandon.
Hillary was numb now, so thoroughly dazed by the treatment Neil had been giving her,'so weak that she could only give into whatever he wanted, like a slave, like an obedient dog, his servant, his toy.. ..
Now the music began to pick up its beat, a hammering driving rhythm took over.
Oh yeah!
You gotta love me Hold me in your arms
And love me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta
Hold me,
Hug me,
Kiss me,
All night!
Baby love me!
Baby you gotta love me.
Their hot, sweating bodies were clasped together tightly now, moving together like savages, half-dancing, half lewdly teasing each other. Hillary was drowned in novel sensations, and caught by the pungent odor of sweat and Neil's leathery cologne. His hand suddenly reached into the tight elastic of her panties and his finger found its way into the vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing from the sensuality of the music and .dancing.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Hillary cried from the sudden insinuation of his finger into her shuddering pussy. The violence of his movement caused her to pull away again, but he was insistent and shoved his finger harshly into her wet cuntal passage. He moved it up and down, up and down, in time to the music, encouraging Hillary to thrust her hips to the beat as well. Despite her anxiety, she felt herself become one with the music and the vulgar movements; excitement and desire flushed through her body and she began to be transformed with lust. Her hands instinctively grasped Neil's throbbing, massively erect prick. It was the first time she had touched it and she was excited by the feeling of a strange cock in her hand. Quickly she pulled back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the rubbery head, she moved her hands up and down the long protuberance, gorged with blood and thick with excitement. Neil pumped his hips back and forth; each of them watched in the mirrors that surrounded the room.
To Hillary, it seemed unreal, what she beheld; two wildly thrashing people, manipulating each other wantonly. It was as if she wasn't a part of it, but was watching some strange, obscene movie. Yet, it excited her too. Never in her wildest thoughts could she imagine herself in such a situation, a situation that would normally have revolted her. Yet now, caught in the turbulent pull of sensuality, she was consumed by a delicious feeling of animal vulgarity.
Neil felt like a wild stallion, watching the wet, squirming bodies in the mirror. And now he longed to take this woman, to ride her, stallion upon mare. Wildly he tore her panties off of her with one great tearing motion of his hand.
"Get down on your hands and knees!" he ordered.
Stunned, hypnotized by his command, she did what he ordered, kneeling like an obedient animal on all fours on the thick, rich carpet. Neil quickly knelt behind her, grabbed his pulsing prick in his hand and entered her hot, wet pussy from behind. He shoved his cock in harshly, and Hillary screamed.
"AAAAAANNNGGGHHH!"
She jerked forward from the impact of his entry, and suddenly realized that she could see herself face to face in the mirror, with Neil straddling her grotesquely from behind. She felt utterly degraded and humiliated, her cuntal passage was bruised and burning from the sharp impact of his penetration. She turned away, unable to look.
"NO!" he shouted, "WATCH! WATCH IT IN THE MIRROR!"
Tears filling her eyes, she forced herself to look at the obscene act that was forced upon her. Kneeling like an animal on her hands and knees while this debauched man took her like she was chattel or a street walker.
Neil moved back and forth inside of her tight, inflamed passage, his hot throbbing balls slapping at the wet furrow as he moved. He too, watched lasciviously in the mirror.
It was a great idea, he thought, having all these mirrors put in. Great idea! He felt charged with excitement as he saw this humiliated woman cringing under the hammer blows of his battering rod. He moved faster now, fucking her harder and harder, thrusting his buttocks forward with as much strength as he could summon and ramming her spongy cervix with cruel blows.
"'AAAAAANNNGGGH! UUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" She screamed under his heavy battering. She felt bruised and broken, as his great pressing weight brutalized her mercilessly. Her head swam with the music still blaring its vulgar beat. She couldn't stand the sight of herself in the mirror with him grunting behind her. It was ugly and horrible. How could she have ever gotten herself into this? She felt waves of disgust overcome her. . . yet, as she did, the disgust was oddly mingled with excitement, a certain lewd sensuality. She felt her hips and thighs begin to involuntarily move more in rhythm with Neil's harsh strokes. Her vaginal passage began to open and become moist and hot, allowing him better entry. She began to breathe heavily, her body beginning to glow and tingle. She felt excited now, the pain and humiliation began to ebb away. "Oooooohhh . . . OOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, as a delightful rush of feeling went through her; her wet pussy began to throb with hot desire. She began to pump her hips, her pussy clasping his plunging prick greedily, eager to increase the delicious feeling that now began to pervade her.
"OOOOOOOOOH! BABEEEEEE!" Neil shouted, as he felt her begin to respond enthusiastically to his strokes. "That's it! FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK!"
Now, as they both began to thrash wildly, Neil plowed into her with full force, his cock gorged with blood and straining for release. He grabbed her tightly about the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, slamming his prick into her like a wild man. Now they were completely synchronized, two animal creatures pumping in unison. The music blared away in raucous accompaniment, the singer screamed:
Love me baby
Love me baby Hold me! Hold me! Hold me!
And love me through the night Baby love me!
Hillary was no longer conscious of anything except this excruciating delight; watching in the mirror she seemed to be witnessing a hallucination of a demon orgy, a wild, whirling explosion of lewd behaviro. She looked like a bucking, thrashing animal, beyond reason, beyond thought.
Neil, staring wildly at the erotic scene before him in the mirror, moved his hot, charged shaft in and out like a sledge-hammer, his body straining with pleasure. Suddenly he felt hot and more excited than before; the sleek, sweating stallion began plunging his prick in deeper and deeper! He could feel a surging, throbbing sensation in his wet, hairy balls as his cum began to gather for the final explosion, the moment of release.
Hillary felt herself overcome with waves of pleasure, tingles of ecstasy told her that the moment was nearing when she would secrete her female juices in excruciating consummation. The throbbing, widened walls of her vaginal canal, melting under his powerful strokes, began to shudder with excitement.
As she spoke these words Neil felt his sperm rush headlong into his prick and spurt hotly down the long excitedly jerking protuberance. He was at the ecstatic moment of climax!
"AAANNNGGGHHH!" he screamed. His white, hot seed shot out of him and crashed headlong into her wet, steaming loins. She, too, was gushing out her cuntal juices in electrifying release. Swirling, turbulent liquid entered her and she felt consumed in an ocean of joy and delight.
Neil heaved and thrashed, emptying himself into her; an enormous stream of cum rushed out of him, it seemed to go on forever. He lost consciousness of body, time and place; there was only this extraordinary feeling in his genitals that shot through his entire body.
Gradually the depths of their passion drained. He lay panting and heaving on the luxurious carpeting. Neil pulled away quickly and threw himself on the bed; the coolness of the cover felt refreshing on his hot, sweating body.
"Now that's more like it," he thought to himself, smiling inwardly. "And that's only the beginning."
An hour had passed. Neil lay dozing light in the silky bed; Hillary, exhausted and numbed by their wild encounter, had dragged herself to the bed and collapsed beside him, hardly caring where she was or what she was doing. Almost immediately she fell asleep.
Stirred by the events of the early afternoon, Neil had strange dreams reliving the voluptuous sensuality he had experienced with Hillary. The triumph of his seduction kindled wild images in his mind of taking this auburn-haired beauty in front of the entire office, fucking her with dynamic potency in front of the astonished eyes of his jealous co-workers, and particularly in front of Paul and Eva. Under their gaping stares he plunged his mighty cock into the hungry folds of her vagina; it was as if they were floating in the air, high above the office crowd below, with Neil screwing her in triumphant abandon in mid-air! He could hear Hillary's ecstatic cries, he could feel the electric excitement in his ramming prick enhanced by their weightlessness. They tumbled and floated through the air, thrashing and fucking all the while. . . .
Suddenly Neil was awake and aware that the images in his dream had hardened his huge shaft into throbbing life, aching for release again. He turned and saw Hillary sleeping beside him. . . .
In the lobby, fifteen stories below, Paul and Eva had just left the cocktail lounge of the Carlton Plaza; they walked towards the elevator. To any passer-by they might have seemed like sweethearts, for as they walked, light-headed from their post-lunch drinks, they glanced at each other with sly smiles, occasionally touching, exchanging low, whispered bits of dialogue.
They had left the office to lunch at the Plaza and definitely planned to have another look at the suite.
"After all," Eva had said earlier as they left the office, "there might be a few little touches we might have missed yesterday."
"Suppose someone else is using it?" Paul had asked.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she answered smiling. "Besides, we can always go to my place. I've done a bit of redecorating myself."
Paul laughed at her remark. Since leaving the house that morning he had hardly thought of Hillary. Now and then a pang of guilt would flash through him, but the potent feeling that pervaded him ever since his sensuous meeting with Eva the day before had all but washed away any sense of wrongdoing. All he thought about was Eva and the tremendous sense of release he felt with her, of caressing her satiny skin, sucking those voluptuous breasts, and sinking his gorged cock into the inviting, mossy depths of her cuntal passage. He had gone straight to her office that morning. There was no question of how he felt or what he was going to do. They kissed almost immediately after the door was closed and in the heat of their passionate embrace they almost fucked right there on the office floor. But Eva had cautioned him against it.
"After all," she said, "the gossip is bad enough around here, let's not take any chances of giving them any news that might jeopardize ourselves."
And so they had made the decision to go to the suite, neglecting even to check with the receptionist to see if it had been reserved. All they knew was the surging passion that passed between them, a relentless passion that had to be satisfied no matter what! They were caught, willingly caught, in the grips of a thrilling, secret affair, an affair they both knew was morally wrong but they would not put a stop to it; they had gone so far now there was no turning back.
They entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. As soon as the doors closed and they found themselves alone in the car, they embraced. Paul felt his genitals spring achingly to life, and Eva could feel erotic tingles insinuate through her eager pussy and set her aflame with desire. . ..
Inside the bedroom, Hillary was awakened by the feeling of Neil's hot, wet tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body pressed against hers, his hard tool throbbing against her thigh. She tried to resist, but Neil held her in tight embrace.
Is there to be no end to my humiliation? she thought. It seemed to her as if it had only been minutes since she had been forced to submit to him dog-fashion and watch the repellent deed in the mirror, and even though she had experienced a certain vile pleasure in the act, she now had no desire to repeat it. She wanted to get dressed and get out of the bedroom, the very sight of which now revolted her. She knew she had to get home to think, but no matter how she struggled, Neil held her fast, kissing her deeply, cruelly, crushing her head flat against the pillow, nearly smothering her. His hands held her head as she twisted, trying to pry herself loose from his kiss. Then he pulled away suddenly, smiling wickedly, staring at her until she had to close her eyes to avoid his penetrating gaze.
"Ready for a little more?" he asked mockingly, sure of his power over her. He relished this power, it increased his notencv and renewed his hist. She was his slave and he knew it.
Hillary, her eyes closed, wished that she could imagine herself away from the hotel, but as she was only three days before: a devoted housewife, true to her husband. If only she hadn't been so jealous. .. .
She felt Neil pushing her away from him, pushing her downward by the head.
What is he doing? she thought, Why is he pushing me like this? Then, in a sudden flash she realized that she was being shoved down toward his genital area! He was pushing her head towards his throbbing, iron-hard penis!
"NO! NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed.
But he was relentless, she was unable to resist his strength. Suddenly he crushed her face against the thick, hot staff; she could feel it pulsing, gorged with lust. The pungent, masculine odor filled her nostrils, at once repelling yet charging her with an alert awareness. No! She thought, I can't let myself submit to such a vulgar act! NO! NOOO!
This was something she had never permitted herself to consider, even with her husband. She could feel the bulbous head brushed against her lips, yearning to be tasted, licked, kissed. She tightened her mouth refusing to admit it entrance.
"Suck it!" Neil shouted coarsely, "SUCK IT!"
A wave of shame washed over her, sweat broke out on her forehead; she was being forced to submit in the most horrible fashion she had ever thought possible.
"SUCK IT! NOW! NOW!"
Shocked by his words, numbed by shame, she timidly opened her mouth. Her eyes were filling with tears of guilt, yet she had no choice but to do as he commanded. She tentatively reached out with her hands and pulled back the foreskin to fully expose the rounded, pinkish helmet. She shuddered slightly as she allowed her lips to enclose the tip, as if kissing the rubbery skin. A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she took the entire charged head into her mouth, and began to suck on it as he commanded. . . .
Chapter Six
The elevator doors had opened and Paul and Eva stepped into the corridor. At the door to the suite Eva fumbled with the key. She felt Paul run his hands up and down her buttocks and the back of her thighs.
"Mmmmmm," she said, "you're a man in a hurry."
"Damn right," he said, smiling.
She inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. They moved into the living room.
From her position, Hillary couldn't hear the door in the living room slam, but Neil heard it at once. He had carefully locked the bedroom door, just in case, and hearing people move through the living room simply added to his sense of lust and excitement. Suppose it was Paul and Eva, he thought, coming here despite the fact that he had reserved the suite! Wouldn't that be incredible! A perverted, cruel smile played across his lips. His sense of power and triumph suddenly flowered again and he felt his already swollen shaft bulge with new delight. Brutally he shoved his prick into Hillary's mouth, nearly gagging her. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly by the head, pushing his massive cock in and out of her wet, tight lips.
Paul and Eva had just removed their jackets when they heard a loud, piercing moan from the other room. Paul froze.
"Somebody must be in there," he whispered. "We should go!"
Eva put her finger to her lips, as if motioning him to be quiet, and tip-toed to the bedroom door. She could hear someone groaning and sighing. She smiled; the lewd sounds only intensified her passion. She turned to Paul and moved to him quietly.
"Somebody beat us to it," she whispered softly, "and it sounds like they're having quite a time! It's probably Neil Anderson and his latest girlfriend."
"Then let's get out of here," Paul said quietly, reaching for his coat. He was not anxious to be in proximity to his old rival, especially under these conditions.
"Relax, there's no hurry," Eva said, taking his coat from him. "It sounds like they're only just beginning. Besides, it's kind of exciting, don't you think?"
Paul was puzzled and a little shocked. What did she mean, "exciting?" He looked at her intently; her gleam. Could it be that she might actually enjoy being nearby when another couple were making love?
"What's the matter, Paul?" she asked, drawing him to her. "You're not upset about it, are you? After all, it's a natural thing, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with it."
Paul was disturbed and afraid.
"Eva, they might not like it ... I... I mean they might want privacy."
"They have privacy," she whispered, running her hands through his thick, curly hair. "And so do we."
Paul pulled away. Did she expect him to ... to.. .
"It's all right," she said, "believe me, there's nothing to worry about . . ."
Paul watched, shocked, as she quickly slipped out of her clothes. His mind was reeling. For the first time in two days he began to have grave doubts about what he had gotten himself into. How could she actually think of screwing while there were two people fucking in the next room? Particularly if one of those people was Neil Anderson! It seemed corrupt and immoral to him. And yet, as he watched her expose her provocative body to him, as each article of clothing dropped to the floor, revealing the white, full mounds of her breasts, the creamy, resilient flesh of her hips and buttocks, the illicit danger and depravity of the situation began to have a strange effect on him. He began to feel lewd . . . almost evil ... a lascivious urge began to course through his body. . . .
"UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHH!"
Neil groaned as he shoved his wet, thick cock into Hillary's mouth, almost to the back of her throat. She was dripping with sweat now, hunched over his genitals. She shuddered with revulsion as she felt the hard, swollen ramrod in her mouth; her lips closed around the hot flesh, feeling the veins along the length of it gorged and pulsing. She gagged, almost choked as he shoved the massive pole into her resisting mouth, but she realized the more she resisted the worse it was for her, so she began, little by little to suck and pull at the huge penis. As the rubbery helmet moved in and out of her mouth she could .taste the little droplets of pre-cum on her tongue; she felt repelled and disgusted by it, but she was helpless.
Neil insinuated his pulsing spear slowly in and out of her mouth, going in deeply, then pulling out slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her lips nibbling and licking at the bulbous head, and then clasping wetly around the thick pole as he shoved it in lewdly again deep within the fleshy interior of her mouth. He liked the feeling of his skin rubbing tantalizingly against the teeth, and her tongue playing against the underside of his shaft. He pushed in and out, in and out, increasing the tempo.
"Suck it harder," he cried, "HARDER! SUCK IT HARDER!"
In the other room, Paul's mind reeled as he heard the obscene shouts, but paradoxically he felt his cock harden even more as if in response to the coarse commands. Eva, noting this, moved to Paul. She was completely nude now, transported by the tantalizing sense Of danger that pervaded the room. She could feel her warm pussy already moist with lust. Her body tingled from head to foot. She embraced him tightly, liking the feeling of her naked skin against his clothes; her legs clamped around his trousered legs. She rubbed aginst him as loud moans came flying brazenly from the other romm, easily piercing the walls with their intensity. "Eva . . ." Paul protested weakly, making a last attempt to pull away.
"Shhh ..." she whispered. Quickly she unzipped his fly and withdrew the erect, throbbing wand from within the folds of the material. Before Paul could protest again she was on her knees, her hands pulling back the envelope of skin, her lips hungrily clasping the exposed cock.
Paul was paralyzed with fear. Suppose someone came in! Suppose it was Neil in the other room! What kind of insane, mad situation had he gotten into? He wanted to leave! He knew this was wrong! But suddenly Eva sucked so deeply at his electrified penis that he was swept away by a rush of ecstatic pleasure.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" he moaned, as Eva's lips skillfully massaged the smooth flesh of his excited cock. She moved her mouth back and forth along the charged shaft, pausing only to greedily nibble at the pulsing head. sucking obscenely at his trembling cock, felt a new sense of power and excitement that swept away his fears and anxieties; he felt like a titan! A God! The delicious sense of danger that had excited both Eva and Neil, now began to flow through Paul. Suddenly he was no longer afraid, no longer held back in fear. Groaning, he began to rip off his clothes, tearing at his shirt and tie. Eva, realizing that her artful advance had finally awakened Paul, pulled away. He shed his clothes in moments, and pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily and clasping her naked body, feeling with delight the smooth, tapered waist, the round, resilient globes of her buttocks. They were both engulfed in flames of passion, greedily kissing and caressing each other with abandon. Eva lay back on the couch, opening her legs, spreading them wide and exposing her golden, throbbing mounds to him fully, opening up to him like a flowering lotus. Paul climbed onto the couch, leaning over her, his penis throbbing wildly, yearning to sink deep into the wet, hot folds of her vaginal sheath.
"Yeeesss!" she cried. "Now! Now!"
She reached out and grasped his arched penis, drawing it down into her aching cave. He plunged in deeply, and as he did they both groaned in ecstasy, electrified by their lewd union. Paul began to swing his pelvis in and out as they heard cries once again from the other room.
"UUUUUUMMMNNNGGGHHH! YEEEEEESSSSSS! BABEEE! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! The male voice screamed shamelessly.
The vulgar words had a stimulating effect on Paul's brain, and he felt his tool throb and bulge with lust. His dangling balls, already charged with excitement, pulsed lewdly as they slapped against the warm fold of Eva's anal crack. Eva twisted and moaned under his moves, relishing the feeling of his hot, thick joint moving against the undulating walls of her vaginal canal as he moved in and out, the rubbery, gorged head smashing against the crushed, trembling cervix.
"Ram me!" she cried, eager for him to batter her even more than he had done the day before. "RAM ME! FUCK ME GOOD, BABY! FUCK ME GOOD!"
Charged by her words, Paul began to pump away at her like a bull, battering her without mercy. He felt every muscle in his body come alive with excitement and sensuality.
Her shouted cries penetrated the walls into the bedroom, and for the first time Hillary realized there were people in the other room. She was paralyzed with fear!
Oh no! she thought, how can it be! There were actually people in the other room and they were making love! As if her debasement were not enough, here was further humiliation. What if she was discovered? And what, she thought in sudden terror, what if the other people were .. . were . . .
"UNNNNNNGGGHHH!" Neil grunted in pleasure, and jammed his hot, wet ramrod into Hillary's mouth. He knew she had heard those last cries from the couple fucking in the living room but he was determined to keep her at her task. He gripped her cruelly, her head held like a vise by his hands; he began to pump back and forth like a madman. He could see, in the mirror above, the back of her head as she sucked his cock; he watched her hovering above his crotch, naked and sweating, and watched his own wet, glistening body squirming like a snake, shoving his prick in and out, in and out. He pulled his knees up, lying back on the bed with Hillary on her hands and knees as if in supplication before his genitals, her mouth wrapped around his hot phallus.
He pushed his pelvis up and down, up and down, watching with obscene pleasure as the muscles rippled across his body. He cried out in ecstasy as he saw how he had humiliated and debased this creature who was forced to nearly swallow his massive prick. He felt the white tingling cum begin to surge through his inflated balls, and his wild lust increased; he was consumed by the gathering rush of excitement that pervaded him.
Hillary, overcome with shame, felt like a whore, degraded now beyond redemption. And yet, as she sucked and licked at Neil's bulging shaft, a feeling of perverse evil began to creep through her; somehow, in the depths of her depravity, she began to experience a certain excitement. It was almost as if... as if... dare she think it? Yes! Yes! She enjoyed her shameful position! It was almost a delicious sense of power, power at having triumphed over the St. Mary's Orphanage, triumphed over her own sense of morality! Yes! TRIUMPHED EVEN OVER HER HUSBAND! In the depths of her degradation she was becoming a new person, a person of incredible power and wild, strange urges. She began to suck Neil's shaft now with new abandon, she devoured his hot fleshy tool with excitement. What had been revolting to her only minutes ago began to fill her with a sense of lusty thrills; she felt her whole body palpitate, she opened her mouth wide to receive Neil's thrusting strokes. She could hear cries from the other room. . . .
"YEEEEEESSSSSS!" Eva was shouting, consumed by an excruciating pleasure, "YEEESSSSSS!!"
Paul was near the bursting point now, he could feel his penis alive with excitement as it slammed in and out of the moist, undulating walls of her clasping pussy? his balls were shaking busting with seed and longing to shoot their boiling load into the pulsing interior of Eva's steaming cuntal passage.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ..." he began to groan in gathering excitement.
Sensing his coming orgasm, Eva could feel her own release not far off. The walls of her pussy were shuddering now, aching to release the sweet feminine juices. She felt an incredible tingling shoot through her sexual organs and begin to pervade her entire body. She closed her eyes and began to sink into a sea of surging ecstasy. Waves of delight began to wash over her as Paul pumped his gorged pillar into her. She opened her legs as wide as possible, and ran her hands over his wet muscular body. She massaged the fleshy globes of his buttocks that bobbed up and down as he plunged into her deeper and deeper, ever more rapidly.
"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she cried, as she suddenly felt caught by a roaring tide. She could feel Paul's boiling seed begin to gush into her and she instantly knew that he was cumming too!
In the other room, Neil could feel the hot sperm begin to rush out of his excited prick and shoot headlong into Hillary's clasping mouth. The moment came, and he released his fluid into her mouth with total abandon.
Hillary, feeling the sweet, thick cum burst forth from the exploding head, at first was revolted as she felt it fill her mouth and course down her throat, nearly gagging her. But the wanton ecstasy she felt quickly shattered her resistance and she drank his manly essence with rapture, sucking and pulling at his cock while Neil screamed with delight from the incredible release he felt.
"OOOOOOOOOH! BABEEEEEE!" he crld feeling his rocket-load spurt out of his prick ana into the deep interior of her throat.
In the living room Paul screamed also as he shot his white, swirling cum into Eva's throbbing vagina. He could feel the cum coursing through his ramming cock and gushing out in bursts, then a long, deep river of delight.
Both couples had reached the apex of their lewd acts at the same time; Hillary greedily devouring the strange thick liquid, completely transformed into a vile, animal-like creature, caught in the hypnotic spell of perverse sexuality.
Paul's guilt was gone, too, and he felt potent and excited, even though there were others in the bedroom. He didn't care now! All that mattered was this incredible feeling.
Eva sighed deeply as she felt the last of Paul's bubbling seed sink into her fleshy, shuddering cave. She felt an even deeper release than she had the day before, for the danger of the situation had heightened the feeling for her. She lay back, swooning in a blissful sea of delight, feeling the orgasm ebb slowly away.
Neil drained himself completely into Hillary's mouth. He had to restrain himself from shouting in glory over what he had forced upon this sweet, innocent little girl! Only yesterday she would barely submit to him and now! . . . now she was his completely! As the last drops of his masculine essence seeped out, he lay back closing his eyes and savoring his success.
Hillary pulled away and became fully aware, for the first time, of the depravity of the act she had just performed. She shuddered and felt her body grow cold with remorse. Then, in a sudden moment of terror, she remembered there were people in the other room!
Neil knew at once what Hillary was thinking.
"Shall we see who the visitors are?" he asked.
Hillary shrank back in horror.
"No, Neil please.. .."
Neil laughed at her terror. In the back of his mind he suspected that it was Paul and Eva and, crazed with the sense of power at having forced Paul's wife to submit to him, he now relished the idea of a face-to-face confrontation! After all, if it was them, they could hardly be morally indignant, he thought, since they obviously had their own little secret! No, this situation was too intriguing! Arrogantly he rose from the bed and strode towards the door.
"Don't worry baby," he said, winking, "I'll handle everything."
He opened the door.
Paul and Eva turned suddenly and sat up from their reclining position on the couch.
"So," Eva said, laughing, "it was you! I thought so!"
Paul froze, guilty at having been discovered by his peer at the office.
"Yep," Neil said jauntily, "it's little old me. Nice to see you, Paul. Having a nice afternoon?"
Paul blushed and felt his body stiffen at Neil's remark. He was trapped! Suppose Neil were to tell Hillary what he had discovered? A deep sense of disgust wafted over him, and he moved to cover his nakedness by grabbing for his clothes. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a familiar face topped by short, curly auburn hair. He immediately knew who it was. Neil saw him peering past him into the bedroom and stepped aside.
Hillary stood just inside the door of the bedroom, fully revealed, trembling and naked.
"Paul. . ." she gasped, terrified, "Paul ... I'm sorry ... I ..."
Eva gasped when she saw Hillary, then, smiling, turned to Neil.
"Well, well, well," she said, "what a surprising turn of events."
Paul was paralyzed with anger. The sight of his wife's nude body, her tousled hair, her whole appearance telegraphing vividly what had taken place between her and Neil sent a roaring burst of anger through him that left him nearly immobilized. His mind, already askew by the events of the past couple of days, now reeled and crashed from this new and shocking revelation: She was having an affair with him! His wife had ; actually been sucking Neil Anderson's cock!
Hillary could see the turbulent anger vividly in his face. His body became taut with suppressed violence, his eyes bulged, flecks of spittle appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Please Paul," she cried, pleading with him, "don't be angry with me. Please understand!"
But Paul was beyond reason, blind to the fact that he had done exactly the same thing himself. The only fact that rang through his mind like a cannon shot was that he had been cukolded by a man who had been his rival! His wife had been unfaithful to him! He bellowed with rage!
"You whore!" he shouted, pointing his finger at her, "you're nothing but a damned whore! A damned fucking whore!"
Hillary cried out in anguish, then burst into tears. She crumpled to the floor, her body racked with sobs.
Oh God, oh God, her mind screamed, so it's come to this! Was there to be no end to this hideous nightmare?
"You bitch, what the hell are you doing to me?"
Paul was trembling now, consumed with rage and out of control. He lunged towards his wife as if to slap her.
"Paul!" Eva shouted suddenly, "Stop!"
Suddenly realizing there were others in the room, he turned slowly to Eva, his mind dazed, his eyes glazed and swollen. He looked like a helpless, raging child.
"Paul," Eva continued in a soothing tone, "Look I know this seems like an ugly situation, but you're not being fair to Hillary. After all, you must admit that you and I haven't exactly been just having a conference out here. We're all human, we all make mistakes. Can't we work this out in a civilized way?"
Paul stared at " her, his mind barely comprehending what she was saying.
"Civilized . . ." he muttered, half-crazed, "civilized ..."
Eva glanced at Neil, who had retreated to the safety of the kitchen and was gulping down scotch to keep his strength up in the face of what looked to be a difficult situation. She turned back, determined to calm Paul by appealing to his finer senses.
"Look," she said, pointing to Hillary, who was crying softly on the floor, "Oh Paul, look how beautiful and vulnerable she is. You can't be mad at such a lovely woman like that, can you? Why, if I were you, I'd take her in my arms and forgive her. To err is human, after all."
Paul looked at her penetratingly, a strange, bitter smile playing across his lips.
"So, that's what you'd do, is it?" he said in a leering voice. "You'd take her in your arms, would you?"
"Yes I would." Eva answered.
"Then do it!" he said, a twisted sneer slashing across his features, "DO IT! Take her in your arms right now!"
At first Eva didn't realize what he meant, then slowly she realized what he was implying in his dazed condition.
"Paul," she said, trying to calm him ... "Do it!" he shouted, semi-hysterical with anger, "Take that fucking whore in your arms and kiss her! You heard me! Kiss her!"
Hillary was jolted with the shocked realization of what Paul was about to force upon her.
"Oh please," she pleaded from the floor, "Paul please! Don't make me do this! Don't!"
Paul lurched wildly to his terrified wife and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her from the floor and hurling her into the living room close to Eva. "You heard me! Let's see how civilized we all really are!" he screamed. "Go on! Go on, bitch, go on!"
Hillary stood in the living room, her head hanging down in abject humiliation, tears falling from her eyes. Here was the ultimate degradation, she thought, forced by her husband to embrace her arch rival! Forced to kiss a woman! Forced to kiss Eva Tate.
For Eva, the situation was strange, but not impossible. She had had wide experience in sensuality, and, in her flamboyant, younger days, had a few extremely pleasant encounters with women. Despite Paul's uncontrolled anger, she thought, perhaps she could find an added bit of pleasure in the situation. Of course, she would normally never think of such a thing with the wife of a current lover, but under the circumstances . .. why not?
"Go on," he screamed at them. "Go on!"
Eva, taking the situation calmly in hand, moved towards the frightened girl, and reached out to embrace her.
Hillary shuddered as she felt the soft feminine arms tenderly hold her and begin to caress her shoulders and back. Eva pulled the trembling girl to her warm, naked body and embraced her fully. Hillary stiffened and instinctively tried to pull away. She felt it was wrong, horribly wrong to have sexual contact with someone of her own sex! How could Paul do this to her? Yes, she thought, she had been indiscreet with Neil, but he had had an affair with Eva! He had no right to do this to her!
Eva felt a thrill of delight as she let her hands wander playfully over the soft, feminine skin. It had been quite awhile since she had held a woman, and the sensation was a delicious contrast to the hard, masculine bodies she had grown accustomed to. She savored the smoothness of her skin, and the sweet fragrance of Hillary's perfume. She held her close and felt the soft, supple fullness of her breasts pressing against her own. She could feel her own nipples harden at the contact.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Paul commanded excitedly.
Hillary steeled herself for the humiliation of what was about to happen. She felt Eva's silky, pliant lips press against hers, and despite her revulsion she had to acknowledge that there was something strangely pleasant in the kiss.
Involuntarily she relaxed, oddly soothed by Eva's embrace. Tentatively she allowed her hands to touch Eva's body, At first a shudder of disgust coursed through her, for she knew it was against all her principles to do what her husband so shamelessly insisted. And yet, as her fingers felt the satiny skin of Eva's back, the smooth voluptuous lines of her hips and buttocks, her curiosity was piqued. She had to admit there was a certain sweet excitement in the feel of her warm, sensuous body.
She shyly returned the kiss, pressing her lips against Eva's. Soon flesh responded to flesh and a tingling sensation began to ripple through her body.
"That's it," Paul hissed, "That's it... now go on!"
Eva's hot, moist lips sought Hillary's breasts, and she teasingly let her mouth wander over the rosy tips, licking them, biting them slightly; the tender nipples quivered and hardened under her darting tongue. Hillary let out an involuntary cry of pleasure as Eva sucked at her little buds and massaged her breasts with her hands.
Paul felt his anger begin to change into a perverse sense of excitement as he watched the two women playing with each other's bodies. A vulgar sense of power pervaded him: these women were performing crude acts under his command! He was the master! They had to obey him! He could feel a rush of excitement surge into his genitals as he watched them. He unconsciously reached down and began to stroke his bulging shaft.
Standing in the shadows of the kitchen, all but forgotten by the others, Neil watched in complete security, drinking large gulps of scotch. His vision was already slightly blurred by the alcohol, and his mind danced with delight as he watched the strange acts in the living room of the luxury suite. What an incredible afternoon! he thought. Not only have I gotten to fuck the wife of my good old co-worker, but now I'm privileged to watch these two luscious girls sucking each other! He could hardly contain his excitement, indeed he felt his cock spring to life once more as he watched the bizarre scene in the living room. His hand roamed down to his huge, throbbing pole and he massaged it slowly, savoring the lewd sights and downing still more scotch.
"Go on! Go on!" Paul shouted, "Further! Further!"
Eva gently eased Hillary down onto the wide, soft couch, still warm from the earlier lovemaking. She knelt before her and licked the smooth, trembling planes of her stomach, her hands running up and down the thighs and legs to excite her.
"Mmmmmmmmm.. .." Hillary moaned, almost without realizing, "aaaaaahhhhhh.. .."
Despite the horror of her situation, Hillary found herself relaxing, eyes closed; somehow she felt calmed by the delicious tonguing she was being given. She lay back on the couch as Eva hovered over her pussy, licking her thighs and moving teasingly into the moist muff of pubic hair.
"Oooooohhhhhh ..." Hillary moaned as she felt the tingling thrill of Eva's hot, wet tongue on her vaginal mound, the darting tip flicking artfully into the curly auburn hair and moving tantalizingly into the fleshy outer lips. Little electric tingles began to flash through her body as she felt the smooth tongue gliding up and down the soft, pink furrow. Eva licked and probed at the clitoris until it hardened and stood erect like a tiny penis; she sucked at it, pulling with her eager lips and biting just enough to send shivers of delight across Hillary's skin.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh ..." she sighed, giving herself fully to the probing oral member. She opened her legs and pressed her moist, warm pussy against Eva's face, inviting her to ram her tongue into her, to go even further. But her soft sensuality was shattered by Paul's voice. He was shouting at them.
"No! Swing around! Do it together!"
What does he mean, she thought?
"Do it together! Suck each other! Now!"
Eva, knowing exactly what he wanted, and relishing the idea herself, swung her body around, gently easing Hillary fully back on the couch until her own warm throbbing pubic mound was directly above Hillary's face. She bent down and continued to lick greedily at the delicate, pungent slit.
Hillary reeled with shock at her husband's newest command! She had let herself be positioned, too numbed to resist! Paul wanted her to return Eva's tonguing! She had never done such a thing! No! No! She couldn't!
"Go on! Lick it!" Paul shouted, half-mad with lust, pulling and jerking at his arched, bulging prick. "Lick it! Lick it! Now!"
Closing her eyes, and fighting back all revulsion, Hillary opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue as Eva lowered her soft, eager pussy onto her face. At first she recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine wetness that she tasted as her tongue delicately dabbed at the moist cuntal outer lips, but as her own sense of warm excitement was charged by Eva's tongue grinding wantonly into her vaginal passage, she began to tentatively explore the fleshy furrow. She shivered as she rimmed her tongue around the delicate strands of curling pubic hair that lined the soft, pink cleft. Finding the clitoris, and brushing her tongue lightly over it, she was startled to feel it respond and harden, to quiver.with excitement.
"AAAAAANNNNNNGGGHHH!" Eva moaned as Hillary's warm tongue flicked over her vaginal furrow and played teasingly with her clitoris. She increased her own activity, hardening her tongue and plunging it into the wet folds of Hillary's cunt, darting in and out like a little serpent. The effect of the probing tip was to send waves of delicious radiance through Hillary's body that made her writhe with delight. She lost all consciousness of where she was now, and responded to Eva's artful licking by ramming her own tongue into Eva's deep vaginal cavern. She felt her quiver with excitement and increase the intensity of her whirling, ramming tongue. Hillary crushed her wet, pulsing vulva into Eva's face, pushing the moist flesh upwards, opening her vaginal passage as wide as possible to admit the electrifying, magical tip. Eva, in turn, pressed her hot, throbbbing crevice down against Hillary's mouth, hungrily savoring the feeling of the darting, probing member exploring her interior.
Chapter Seven
The men watched lasciviously as the two female bodies undulated obscenely, gleaming with delicate sweat, mouths crushed against pussy, both women moaning and squirming under the excruciating delight they were giving each other.
"YEEESSSSSS! YEEESSSSSS!" Paul shouted, wild-eyed, his hand clasped tight around his hard, swollen prick, jerking it up and down, manipulating himself into a frenzy of lust as the women twisted, hot vaginas pressed against each other's mouths.
Neil, scarcely believing what he saw, was also madly massaging his genitals in the darkness of the kitchen. Watching the bobbing, fleshy orbs of Eva's quivering buttocks as she crushed her pussy against the whirling, ramming tongue that Hillary pushed deeply into her, Neil was elated! Waves of randy excitement shot through his body as he stood naked in the kitchen, one hand pulling wildly at his moistened, bulging prick, the other kneading his soft, throbbing balls.
Hillary was now completely submerged in a sea of ecstasy, like a madwoman she drove her tongue deep into Eva's cuntal passage. She twisted her pelvis and ground her pulsing furrow upwards into Eva's mouth, her vaginal lips opening outward, savoring the darting, flicking activity of Eva's skillful oral instrument.
Eva pressed her mouth harshly against Hillary's wet, steaming pussy, her tongue sinking deep into the vaginal sheath; she smiled inwardly, thinking over the events of the last few days while she sucked and probed. Not only had she possessed Paul, she now had taken pleasure with his wife as well! Who could possibly have imagined that such a thing could have happened in only two short days. She had always been a hard woman to satisfy, in many ways! But she had to admit that for the first time she truly felt that her erotic needs were close to ecstatic fulfillment. As she felt Hillary's mouth and tongue sending waves of trembling pleasure through her, she exulted! After all, she thought to herself, I am the immediate superior to both these men, and, in a sense, over Hillary as well! And they talk about women's liberation! Women make their own liberation, she thought triumphantly, and I certainly have made mine! With renewed delight, she crushed her face greedily into Hillary's fleshy vagina and rammed her stiff tongue deeply into the cuntal passage, sending beams of hot, searing ecstasy through the widening walls.
Paul stood manipulating himself wildly, his massive, pulsing rod hard as a pistol and aching for release. He was mad with lust as he watched the twisting, thrashing women, devouring each other's cunts with complete abandon!
In the kitchen, Neil had leaned back against the wall, excited by the coolness of the wall against the hot, wet skin of his back and buttocks; his knees were bent slightly, his pelvis pushed forward obscenely, as he increased the jerking of his gorged, lust-racked penis. He felt near the point of explosion, he could feel the cum coiling hotly through his inflated, shaking balls and about to spurt headlong through the shuddering spear.
Hillary felt the undulating walls of her cuntal sheath begin to expand and contract with increased intensity! Hot flashes began to gush through her entire body and she prepared herself for the crescendo of shuddering rapture to engulf her. . . .
"MMMMMMNNNNNNNNNGH!" Eva groaned, twisting lewdly above Hillary, her vaginal passage inflamed with excitement, her feminine juices at the point of excruciating release. She felt as if she was sinking into a sea of velvety softness, completely- consumed by a tidal wave of sweet wetness. She was cumming. . . she was cumming . . . She was cumming!!
"Ah ... Ah ... AAAHHH . . ." Paul screamed, as he felt the delicious build-up of his orgasm pulse through his genitals. The white, not seed was nearing the point of explosion! AH . . . AH . .. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGH!" he screamed as he pumped wildly at his gorged prick! Suddenly the jet of thick liquid shot forth and he screamed again.
As if his sudden release had a magical effect on the others, the suite became a shuddering, shaking sea of orgasm. Eva and Hillary moaned wildly as they felt themselves transported in an incredible, whirling vortex of delight; wave upon wave of excruciating pleasure consumed them as their madly licking tongues felt the steaming feminine fluid cascading down the cuntal sheaths and spreading like a satiny sheen across their mouths, lips and tongue. ...
"UH ... UH . . . UNNNNNNNNNGGGHHH!" Neil groaned as he shot a fountain stream of male seed out of his bursting penis! It gushed out in explosive spurts from his lewd position in the kitchen and splashed with a slapping sound on the tiled counter nearby.
Paul cried aloud again, exulting in his grunting aching release, the turbulent cum streaming out in a steady rush and dropping to the rug, forming beautiful white pools on the orange carpet. In one last spurt, the hot male liquid sailed through the air and landed on the soft, gleaming skin of Eva's arched back.
Moaning, the women felt their excitement begin to drain, the warm ecstasy ebbing away in soft lapping waves. Soon, satisfied and exhausted, Eva lay next to Hillary on the couch.
Hillary sank into the softness of the couch, her senses still reeling from the wild excitement of all that had gone before.
An uneasy silence settled over the room. With the ebbing of desire came the realization that a major confrontation had taken place, that all four lives were now inextricably bound in a strange network of intimacy that completely altered the simplicity of their previous relationship. The pervading, unspoken question was: where do we go from here?
Hillary sat up on the couch and glanced at Paul, who had sprawled in a huge leather bound chair; her eyes penetrated his face hoping for some sign, some indication of what was to come. Despite the turbulent events of the day, and despite the deep sense of shame and humiliation she felt, she knew, deep in her heart, that she loved him; whatever happened she wanted always to be close to his rangy, muscular body and to feel his tenderness and warmth. The thing she dreaded most was losing him forever.
Paul had closed his eyes, completely drained by the shock and anger brought on by the preceding events, but he could feel his wife's intense gaze upon him. He opened his eyes, and was swept by pity and love for the beautiful, auburn-haired woman he knew so well. And yet, because of what had happened, he knew their lives together had changed radically, but did not yet know how. He felt confused, still bitter and resentful, unable to separate the stormy tangle of thoughts that raced through his brain.
Suddenly the silence was broken by Neil's cheerful voice.
"A little liquid refreshment is in order, I think! Compliments of the company!"
He strode boldly into the room, still completely naked, with a tray of glasses amply filled with scotch. A sense of relief filled the room, for a focus had been provided at last, and a much-needed break from the problem that faced them all. Eva, particularly, was delighted by Neil's gesture.
"Bless you," she said, "you always come through at just the right time!"
"That's the story of my life," he said, winking, and handing her a glass.
The tinkle of ice against their glasses filled the room as all four drank silently, mulling over what had happened. Eva sensed that it would be up to her to bring things to a creative conclusion, in fact she relished the idea. It was her specialty, she felt, to bring difficult situations to a satisfactory end.
"I have an idea," she said, after a long reflective silence, "an idea that might benefit us all in a number of ways."
All eyes were on Eva's lush, naked body as she paced about the room in the orangey light of the late afternoon sun, and spoke with authority.
"We've all been through a rough time this afternoon, although I, for one, have thoroughly enjoyed it."
Hillary turned away, still jealous of this brazen woman and unnerved by her words. Eva continued. . . .
"But let's face it, no matter how we feel there's no going back, things will never be as they were. It's up to us to go on, and maybe go on to even better things. . . ."
Paul glanced at his wife. He thought about their relationship; a rapid series of images flashed through his mind of their early courtship, their honeymoon, the simple innocence of their young marriage. Eva was right, he thought, that was gone now. forever. And as for the future .. . well, that was a complete puzzle to him. He listened to Eva's words with growing interest.
"It seems to me," she continued in her cool, businesslike tone, "that the one thing that's come out of all this is that the four of us have a fantastic sense of teamwork."
"I'll drink to that," Neil said, laughing.
"I'm serious, Neil," Eva said sharply, "don't interrupt me."
"Sorry," he said, remembering that after all she was still his boss.
"Teamwork is hard to come by. Good teamwork, that is. And it is my suggestion that we put it to use in a way that will profit all of us. Profit us in business and profit us . . ." she paused briefly, glancing at Paul, ". . . in pleasure. . . ."
"What I mean," she said, cutting him off, "is that we four should start functioning as a team, a team that works like a well-oiled, precisioned machine. With me at the helm and the three of you behind me, we can put Cambrian Advertising Agency at the top of the heap. That means success, money, prestige and power. And that's what we all really want, isn't it?"
The two men were thunderstruck by her words; the answer to all their ambitions seemed suddenly within their reach. To Paul it meant a top salary, the respect of his peers, being at the pinnacle of his profession. To Neil it meant the kind of mobility and prestige he had always wanted and, he thought with delight, all the women he could possibly handle. Visions flashed through his brain of sleek sportscars, vacations at the Riviera, and a couple of voluptuous, eager girls trailing at his heels. He smiled.
Hillary glanced at the others, completely confused.
"How .. ." she asked timidly, in a voice barely audible, "I... I mean ... how. .. ."
"You mean, how do you fit in?" Eva asked.
"Yes .. ." she said, "I don't know anything about advertising. I don't see what I could do."
Eva smiled at her; she felt a growing sympathy for the girl after their passionate encounter only minutes ago. Of course, she was still terribly schoolgirlish and shy, but with time, under her tutelage, there's no telling how she might turn out.
"Well," Eva said, "I need a good private secretary. I think you could fill the bill beautifully."
Hillary was mortified! She suddenly rose from the couch, tears filling her eyes. Private secretary? she thought bitterly. How could I bear to go back to the office and be a secretary to the woman who has torn my husband away from me? She felt ashamed and angry; she felt she was being used by Eva so she could have Paul whenever and however she wanted, with the wife nicely out of the way.
"I... I couldn't..." she said, her eyes pleading wildly for Paul to help her, to take her out of this nightmare. Didn't he see how ludicrous the situation was? Didn't he see the perversity of what Eva was suggesting?
"I couldn't... I just couldn't," she cried. "Paul, help me!"
But Paul was dazzled by Eva's words, enchanted by the wonderful prospects she had painted for him.
"Look, honey," he said to her, "it's not as bad as it seems, I think Eva's right. If we handle this thing right we could go straight to the top. That's what we've always wanted!"
Hillary gasped and reeled back, almost stumbling. So! He was caught in Eva's spell! She was losing her husband!
"No! NOOO!" she cried and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Paul, Neil and Eva exchanged glances.
"Let me see if I can calm her down," Eva offered.
"No," Paul said firmly, "let me do it. I think I know how to reach her."
He started towards the door. Eva stopped him with a question.
"Paul, let me ask you one thing. Do you believe in what I've been talking about? Are you willing to go along with me?"
Paul looked at her, gazing into Eva's hypnotic, glittering green eyes; he smiled at her.
"Every step of the way," he said, "every step of the way."
He opened the bedroom door and went inside shutting the door behind him. Eva and Neil turned to each other.
"Skoal," Neil said, raising his glass as if in a toast.
"Down the hatch," Eva replied. They clinked glasses and drank deeply.
Inside the bedroom, Hillary had flung herself down on the bed and was sobbing. She felt that she had been humiliated completely now, that she had not only lost her sense of values and morality, but had lost her husband in the bargain. She turned, and was stunned by the sight of her face in the mirror. It seemed to her that she had changed a great deal; her face seemed older, less innocent, there was a certain hardness around the mouth and eyes that she had not remembered seeing before. Yet, even though it was strange, she thought it was somehow rather attractive too. It was as if she had acquired some of the sleek, sophisticated beauty that she had always envied in Eva Tate. Suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and saw Paul coming into the room. She turned away and buried her face in the silky coverlet.
Paul climbed onto the bed and lay beside her.
"What's the matter, honey," he asked quietly.
"Paul, I can't do what she wants," she said, turning to him. "It's wrong. She's just using it as a way of taking you from me completely! Don't you see that?"
"No, that's not true! You're wrong! Don't you understand? We're going to have everything we've ever wanted! Clothes, a bigger house, another car____"
"I just want you Paul!"
"Oh baby, you've got me! Don't you know that? No matter what's happened I still love you!"
He reached around and took her in his arms, pressing her close to his body and undulating slowly, insinuating his pelvis against hers. His cock sprang to life immediately as he felt his wife's warm, familiar body next to his.
"Oh Paul . . ." she moaned, resisting slightly. "I don't know.. .."
"It's going to be all right, baby," he said, reassuringly, running his hands over her smooth, supple body, "it's going to be fine! Let me show you. Oh, sweetheart, just let me show you how it's going to be. . . ."
He kissed her deeply, and despite her anxiety, Hillary was instantly transported with happiness. At last she felt the full, masculine kiss of her husband's lips again. Oh how wonderful it feels, she thought, to have Paul in my arms once more! She relished the familiarity of his athletic body, and she ran her hands eagerly over his muscular back and shoulders. It seemed years since they had made love together and it felt so good to her that all her misgivings were washed away instantly. She returned his kiss with searing intensity. She realized that despite the anguish and shame she had experienced in the past two days, she had also learned much in the ways of love. She was infinitely more experienced now, less frightened, less rigid. Boldly she pushed her pelvis against Paul's throbbing instrument; wantonly she pushed her tongue into his mouth, running it over the teeth and exploring the wet, fleshy interior. She ran her hands skillfully up and down his body, massaging the muscles, teasing the skin. She felt wild, brazen. This was a new experience for them to share together.
Maybe, she thought to herself, maybe they're right! Maybe it will be better! After all, I don't want to lose Paul! I mustn't! And so, ignoring all vestiges of reason and reserve, she abandoned herself to her husband, anxious to show him how much she had learned by what she had been through, anxious to do whatever was necessary to keep him!
Paul immediately felt the difference in their sexuality. This was an entirely new creature he held in his arms. For a moment he was disturbed; it seemed so different from their early days together. There had been a certain playful innocence, a delightful naivete that was extremely enjoyable. Their fucking had had a sunny, rapturous quality to it that seemed missing now.
Perhaps, he thought, it was a mistake to give up the charm of what they had before so willingly . . . but then he thought of the jealousies and accusations, and again remembered the promise of power and success that Eva had painted so vividly. Yes, this was what he wanted, he was sure of it! Brushing all doubt aside, he began to run his hands passionately over the creamy, sculptured body of his wife. Gone was the sweet pleasure of a young couple in love, and in its place were two hot, lusty animals clutching at each other in wanton sensuality.
"Oh baby," he moaned as Hillary moved down quickly and began sucking on his huge, throbbing cock. "Oh baby!"
Hillary gave herself completely to the lewd excitement that took hold of her, a kind of excitement she had come to experience only recently. She licked and sucked at Paul's pulsing tool shamelessly, her hands massaging his hard, muscular thighs. While his wife still pulled greedily at his cock with her lips, he carefully swung himself around gracefully and positioned himself above her, kneeling so that his mouth was at the auburn, pulsing muff of her vulva. His hard masculine tongue reached out and began to explore the furry tangle of hair, relishing the musky female odor that wafted into his nostrils. He flicked his oral member deeper and began to explore the soft, fleshy outer lips, running it up and down the luscious slit, rimming around the edge to feel the delicate strands of hair that lined the sweet, warm entrance.
Hillary moaned in pleasure as she felt her husband's wide tongue on her pussy, something she had never felt before. The delicious thought of her handsome husband performing such a wicked act upon her sent thrills of excitement through her body, she increased her oral activity on his thick, yearning cock, running her lips up and down, taking the hot, massive rod as deeply as she could. She nibbled lewdly at the round, pink helmet and then pulled and sucked so deeply that Paul suddenly threw back his head, groaning loudly!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he cried exultantly, "Oh Babeeeeee! That's it! That's it!"
He set to work with renewed vigor, exploring the cuntal outer lips with his flicking, darting tongue. He sucked at the clitoris that hardened instantly, erect and electrified by his artful tonguing; suddenly he rammed his oral member deep into the wet, fleshy cuntal cavity and sent a flash of tingling rapture coursing through every part of his wife's body. She moaned in delight and twisted obscenely, as if begging for more.
Unseen by the two thrashing people on the bed, the bedroom door had quietly opened and Neil and Eva stood looking at the vulgar sight. They smiled at each other, knowing that Paul had been very successful in calming Hillary and seemed definitely on the way to breaking down the resistances to Eva's plan. They both became excited by what they saw. Eva felt her vaginal area begin to twitch with pleasure, to yearn for a little of the fun that
Hillary was obviously having. Neil's thick shaft was suddenly gorged with desire and shot erect, aching for someone's mouth to close around it. Instinctively pulled into the jungle intensity of what was happening on the bed before them, Neil and Eva moved quickly to the giant round pleasure-bed and positioned themselves in exactly the same way as Hillary and Paul. Eva's mouth was soon greedily devouring Neil's pulsing, iron-hard phallus, and Neil's mouth was crushed brazely against the wet-slippery flesh of Eva's pussy.
Hillary, realizing what had happened, at first was shocked and began to withdraw in fright, but Paul, sensing how she felt, increased his oral activity, plunging his magic tip deep into her cuntal passage, whirling and probing so deeply that Hillary was overcome with a wave of electrifying rapture that throbbed through her vaginal walls, shaking with pleasure.
In this moment, it was as if Eva's plan was completely fulfilled, for the only opponent, Hillary, was now swept away and had completely forgotten her objections and misgivings. The sounds of lapping and sucking filled the room, tongues against pussy, mouths clasping cock, moans and sighs floating through the air as if in fervent, sensual accompaniment.
Then Paul pulled away, easing his hardened, aching shaft out of his wife's eager mouth; he swung around, changing position above her, and plunged his prick deeply into her moist, throbbing pussy. The intensity and suddenness of it caught Hillary off guard.
"AAaaaaaaaaannnnnngggggghhh!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, as Paul's massive tool rammed against the tender tissue of her cervix. But she soon realized that she once again had Paul's thick, beautiful cock in her body, for the first time in weeks, and she was overcome with gratitude and delight. She gave herself completely, spreading her legs, pulling up her knees, shoving her pelvis forward so that she might take him as deeply as possible. She no longer cared whether or not it hurt, or whether Eva and Neil were there too, all she knew was she had her husband back and it didn't matter how or under what conditions! They were together again!
Slowly, he began to swing in and out, in and out, his muscular body rippling like an Olympic champion, sweat making his body gleam and glisten as he arched perfectly above her, groaning with the steaming lust that pervaded him.
"Ooooooooohhh . .. OOOOOOHHH!" he moaned, plunging his mighty, ramrod in and out of her eager clasping pussy. "OOOH!"
Eva and Neil realized that the other two had changed position and despite the delight they were having in their oral orgy, bizarre new thoughts crossed both their minds at once. Instinctively Neil pulled away.
Almost before Hillary knew what was happening she felt something hovering above her face; she opened her eyes and saw Eva squatting directly above her, holding herself in position by steadying herself on Paul's shoulders. Her fleshy vaginal lips were poised directly in front of Hillary's mouth. Eva was kissing Paul and she was expected to lick her pussy as well! At first Hillary was shocked and began to resist; she felt this was more than she could bear! But then she realized that Neil had positioned himself behind Eva, half-standing, half-squatting, his fingers gripping her creamy thighs. What was going on? She was confused! Then she could see Neil moistening his hard, pulsing cock and positioning it behind Eva's anal crack. He was spreading her cheeks, directly above Hillary's head! She was terrified! She had never imagined anything so bizarre, so grotesque, could happen to her. She wanted to scream! But she was helpless to resist. She was caught in a maelstrom of lust-crazed bodies! There was nothing to do but submit! She had to surrender completely!
Suddenly Neil rammed his hot spear into Eva's anal canal.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Eva screamed as she felt the hot, thick poker sear her back passage, sending shafts of pain up through her vertebrae. But she relished the feeling, delighted in the pain! She did not resist at all, but maintained balance perfectly and widened her tight rectal canal as much as possible to admit him deeply. Neil began to move back and forth sending sharp, stinging pain into her elastic hole; her excitement increased and she kissed Paul deeply, biting his lower lips slightly, sending shivers through him.
Paul continued plunging his gorged prick into Hillary's shuddering, pulsing cunt; the sight of Eva directly in front of him, squatting over his wife's face sliding her pink, creamy furrow over Hillary's mouth, and Neil slicing deeply, painfully into her anal passage while she kissed him and held onto his shoulders like a wild-eyed madwoman, excited Paul beyond anything he had ever experienced. His prick had never felt so potent! There was the soft, undulating body of his wife below him, the voluptuous, golden perfection of Eva Tate in front of him, and he the ramming, plunging bull; even seeing Neil screwing Eva in the rear with merciless intensity only increased his potency! They were like brothers, sharing an afternoon of savage fucking, all the competitiveness and jealousy of old washed away in a wave of sensuality. Paul was screwing like he had never screwed before! His mind swam with lust-crazed excitement!
"THIS FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!" he cried aloud, "SOOOOOO FUCKING
GOOOOOODDD!"
Suddenly Hillary, completely submerged now in an ocean of obscene sensuality, began licking wildly at the throbbing, inflamed pussy directly above her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Eva cried as she felt Hillary's hot tongue plunging deep into her pulsing vaginal canal. "AAAAAANNNGGG! Lick me good," she cried. "Lick me gooooooddd!" Neil, excited now as never before, rammed his mighty rocket into Eva's hot stretched rectal passage.
"OOOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEESSSSSS!' ghe cried.
Now the sweating, orgiastic quartet began, to thrash and heave, groaning with a new intensity, as if sealing the corrupt bargain they had made at Eva's urging. Bodies twisted and thrashed, cocks plunged and slammed unmercifully! Hillary's body was heaving with ecstasy, squirming with rushes of tingling, surging waves of heat. Eva was twitching and groaning, her breath coming faster and faster, lewd excitement gushing through her body.
"I'M. . . . I'M. ... CU . . . CU . . . CUMMMMMMIHNNNGGGGGG!" she shrieked, as she felt her pussy begin to tremble, "I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMINGGGGGG!"
As if her words acted as a cue for the others, a general rush of excitement began to pervade the squirming bodies. Neil could feel his sperm begin to gather in his inflated balls as they swung like a pendulum above Hillary's head. He began to ram Eva like the piston of a train, harder and harder, groaning, his breath coming faster and faster.
"AH . . . AHHHHHHH___AAAHHHHHH .. ." he cried as the rush of feeling began to boil up in him like a volcano about to explode. Hillary felt her vaginal walls begin to shudder as if an earthquake were tearing her apart; hot steaming fluid began to gush through her cuntal passage, and it seemed as if the intensity of her orgasm and Paul's pumping, slamming ramrod would tear her apart. She felt as if she was riding a gigantic tidal wave that was taking her higher and higher. . . .
"AAANNNGGGGGGHHH!" she screamed, terrified at the intensity, being borne still higher____"UUUUUUUUUNNNGGGH!!!"
Paul could feel himself about to shoot his boiling male liquid into her like a cannon; it built up to excruciating intensity, filling his balls like a huge balloon about to explode. Then, suddenly, the moment of release came and he shot forth into his wife, gushed like an enormous dam that had exploded under terrific pressure! "AAAAAAIEEEEE!" he screamed. All four were cumming together! ALL FOUR WERE SHAKING AND THRASHING, CUMMING AS NEVER BEFORE! The room was an undulating vortex of ecstasy and excitement. Moans and cries rang through the air, legs flailed! Eva gripped Paul's shoulders, digging into the skin, sending shots of pain through him as she screamed from the intensity of her orgasm and the delicious anguish of Neil's steel-hard ramrod emptying itself into her burning anal passage. Hillary had lost consciousness and sank into a white, bubbling sea of orgasm, rising and falling on eddies of fathomless pleasure, swirling in a whirlpool of hot lava that surpassed anything she had ever known. It seemed to go on forever, an endless stream of rapturous release.
Gradually, after what seemed like hours, the passion began to subside. Paul drained the last of his sweet liquid into his wife's trembling pussy, then pulled away and collapsed in exhaustion.
Neil, emptying himself, pulled away from the tight, puckered hole with a pop and threw himself down on the cool, thick rug beside the bed.
Eva, totally satisfied and completely relaxed, felt Hillary suck away at the steaming female fluid that had cascaded down her vaginal passage. As the intensity died away, she slowly eased herself out of position, and lay next to Hillary on the bed.
Hillary, scarcely believing the depth of what she had just experienced, lay perfectly still for several moments, her eyes closed. Savoring the rapturous feeling that still pervaded her, she sighed and stretched her body on the cool covers of the bed. After a few minutes she opened her eyes, suddenly startled to see someone she had never seen before staring back at her from above. For a moment she was confused, but then she realized that the strange creature with the sly, twisted smile on her face was a reflection of herself in the smoky glass above the bed.
Fate was strange, she thought, only a few days ago she had had a dream that she was the chosen bride of the Prince of Darkness and she had dreamed of an altar and of a sacred rite. This bed was an altar of a sort, and she had been a bride to the world lust and desire and debauchery, forever leaving the world of innocence and naivety. She smiled sadly as she thought of what she had lost but the sadness soon passed, innocence was not heaven on earth, each had his own idea of paradise and she had the feeling that the four of them had all just found theirs!
