Sex-and the greed which can motivate its manipulations-form the web by which many an otherwise honorable person has fallen prey to the unscrupulous. Only recently has seduction and catering to peculiar whims of an individual been an organized part of industrial and business practice, but sex has been used and abused since the dawn of time to sway politics and gain power. Many a country's history has been decided by such undercover activities, perhaps the most famous case of body politics being Cleopatra.
It is within this basic framework that Donald Sharpe has taken the theme of political corruption and broadened it into a portrait of the many motivators driving, sometimes desperately the actions of attacker and defender, the guilty and the innocent. It is a stirring expose of govern mental hypocrisy, and a frank indictment of our nominating system, which permits unscrupulous men to select candidates and not always in cigar-smoked back rooms, but often in boudoirs. The basic plot is supplemented with candid emotional overtones and raw, realistic confrontations which such a story would obviously have if it happened in actuality. And though the exact sequences and characters are fictional, the basis is grounded in truth. Every scandal-from Cleopatra on down to London's Profumo and what is unfolding in Washington currently is testimony to this fact, and all of us should take heed to the grim warnings advanced in these pages.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Judge Emerson Granger lived some distance from the state capitol, but with modern communications this was hardly a handicap, and he was known as "the third house of the legislature". This was because he was top man in one of the most formidable political machines the state had ever experienced. To some, Judge Granger was a master politician, an exceptional constitutional lawyer, and an outwardly religious man. To others he was colder than a banker's glass eye, slick and ruthless, fraudulent and obsessed with power.
By the time he'd reached sixty-five, he'd long since retired from any active, open work on the Bench, but he'd amassed a great personal fortune-as most political people in low-paying jobs are wont to do-and could devote his time to manipulating people and subverting laws behind the scenes. Pulling heavy strings in the statehouse, he wove Byzantine deals in mineral rights and oil leases, and once during a boom in raccoon pelts, he swung a secret deal that took
100,000 acres of woodlands and forest away from the public park system. The Granger Machine demonstrated its clout during elections, when his hand-picked candidates beat any and all opposition easily. Once, one county cast nearly 80,000 votes for a state senator of his choice, even though there were only 67,5000 voters registered, whole precincts arriving in alphabetical order with rolls carrying voters with names like Jack Dempsey, Babe Ruth, and Davey Crockett. A Granger ally promised him: "We'll do better next time, Judge."
Not that "next time" was rolling around, and the ward heelers and grafters of that particular county, Inness, were indeed planning to do "better". The other state senatorial seat was up for grabs, since the elderly Jarvis Kingsley, who'd held it for the past forty-four years, was retiring. Two men in Judge Granger's Machine were eager for it, and both were now at the Judge's mansion with their wives, at the Judge's invitation. And both men and their wives were well aware that whom the Judge ultimately picked would hinge greatly on this weekend visit, so while the smiles were wide and the conversation was friendly, the charm went only skin deep. It was a time of long knives, and the Judge gloated silently in his ability to sharpen the daggers and pit the four people against one another for his own nefarious entertainment....
The estate was in the shelter of a vast pine forest, a mile off the main highway leading south, the house itself built in a Spanish style of white stucco and black wrought iron. Wide, well-landscaped grounds bordered it, the two tennis courts, the emerald-green swimming pool and twin cabanas, and a magnificent waterfall which cascaded from a small mountain of rocks and ferns. Inside, the rooms were spacious and luxuriantly furnished in polished hardwoods and handwoven fabrics. One entire wall of the living room was double-plate glass, overlooking a sweeping patio and the golden rays of the setting sun; the glass doors were slid open because of the warmth of the summer evening, and even the usual quota of annoying gnats and mosquitoes seemed to respect the Judge's power and stayed away. A few lights were on, adding to the warm glow, and the wide expanse of green carpet seemed almost as if it were an extension of the lawn outside.
A quiet, unobtrusive maid glided to where Andrew "Just-Call-Me-Andy" Bancroft and his wife Gale were standing near the large fieldstone fireplace, and offered them another round of drinks from her silver tray. Bancroft declined, asking where Judge Granger was; the maid politely replied that the Judge was still in his study, tidying up "other matters". Then she moved toward the other couple, Craig and Helen Dalston, who were sitting on a black leather couch reputed to have cost a thousand dollars.
Andy Bancroft was the state assemblyman from the 6th District, while Craig Dalston was assemblyman from the neighboring 101st. The 6th was a poorer district, but Bancroft was younger than Dalston by five years and had earned a reputation as a fast-rising crusader, which sort of balanced the odds. Although he worked within the system, he had a lot of voter appeal as an honest man who didn't sell out or become complacent, but worked for the folks back home. Or to put it another way, considering that the Judge ran the state, voting for Andy Bancroft was voting for as fair a shake as you could expect.
Andy Bancroft nurtured this image as if it were a sick orchid. It was his ace, his single strength over more polished and more potent politicians like Dalston. Not that he didn't like the Dalstons; both he and Gale found the other couple most charming and urbane, and he considered Craig a very able and astute lawmaker-but this was politics, and when you had a foxy old ringmaster like Judge Granger calling the tune, you didn't allow friendship to get in the way. When it came to the business of dealing with humanity en masse, being human yourself was a fatal weakness.
He sighed lightly now, glancing down into the dregs of his Scotch-and-soda, warning himself that he had to watch how much he drank tonight, and the following days, while he and Gale were staying over. There'd be plenty of opportunity to imbibe, the Judge a great admirer of bourbon, and the capacity to take alcohol in large quanities was not one of Bancroft's strong points. He was a tall, lean man-"Lincolnesque stature", one favorable newspaper editorial called him-but his face was remarkably un-lined and youthful for his thirty-seven years, and he had a wide smile normally associated with toothpaste advertisements. He ran one hand through his hair, which was thicker and a darker nut-brown that Dalston's, none of it white yet while the older man had the beginnings of distinguished grey around his temples, and then he glanced at his wife to say:
"I'm edgier than a razor blade tonight, honey. Make sure I don't have that one-too-many which will loosen my tongue and ruin everything."
Gale, who'd been his secretary when he'd first opened a private law office a decade before, squeezed his arm and smiled up at him with warm assurance. "Don't worry, darling. You're doing just fine, and between us we'll nip that little nod from the Judge right out from under Craig."
"This is worse than sitting in session," her husband sighed. "There, everybody else is equally apt to make fools of themselves and we can overlook a lot. But standing here waiting to be inspected like a contestant in a beauty pageant really makes a guy realize just how alone he is ... how naked and vunerable he is."
"Naked!" Gale laughed throatily. "If you were naked, Andy, I don't think watching how much Scotch you drink would make much difference. And anyway, you're not alone. You have me, darling, and don't ever forget that."
"Yes, I have you."
Andy smiled back at his thirty-one year old wife, basking in the faith which shown from her sparkling blue eyes. He never tired looking at her; at the fine, symmetrically formed features, the small pert nose, the soft round mouth, the long cascading silkiness of her honey blonde hair falling about the shoulders of her tight, thin dress. Her firm, voluptuous breasts jutted forth with feminine allure, and the tight globular roundness of her buttocks were provocatively out-lined as she stood in profile. He had her ... had had her almost from the first moment they'd met when he'd been interviewing for a secretarial position. Without her, he'd never had grown the ambition to enter politics, and without her he'd never have won that first critical election, when she'd toured with him, his blushing bride. The voters had lapped it up like cream. And without her now to encourage him and believe in him, he knew he'd never have a chance in a contest with Craig Dalston. It was a stroke of luck that Judge Granger had invited husbands and wives together ... just as it was luck that she was his. She was a woman in a thousand, a million, he thought possessively; he was a damned lucky man to have Gale, very damned lucky any way you sliced it.
"You're my second right hand, darling," he said, chucking her lightly under the chin. "My third leg."
"Your fourth leg, you mean," she said risquely.
"Ah, it looks like I'm going to have to watch how much, you drink tonight, Gale! Start talking that way around the Judge, and he'll have apoplexy."
"I doubt that very much." Gale replied with a merry twinkle in her eyes. "He's always struck me as a randy old goat at heart who wouldn't mind chasing skirts-if and when he's up to it."
"Ouch! Another bad pun. Well, if the Judge does chase skirts, he does it discretely. Nothing the opposition would enjoy more than a juicy sex scandle involving him. No, I think you're off the beam there, Gale."
"Woman's intuition, darling," she said smugly. "I can feel what's going on in that pious old fraud's brain when he looks at me or Helen Dalston, or just about any other female who has bulges in front."
Bancroft glanced around, suddenly nervous. "Pious frau-! God, don't say such things, don't even think them! That man has the ability to read minds, I swear it sometimes."
"Relax," she whispered to him. "He reads faces, not minds, and your face looks as if you were gulity of thinking he was a pious fraud. Just relax, darling...."
But even as she was calming her husband, Gale was internally belying her own words. She felt anything but relaxed, and only her adamant resolve to see Andy get ahead kept her from having the screaming meemies. Born of poor parents, she had grown up envying the other girls of her neighborhood and school, setting herself the goal that someday, somehow, she would be the envy of them. She had cultivated her beauty and poise, and after college graduation, she set about learning secretarial and managerial skills until she could just about pick her own job. But a job, even a career, was not enough; there had to be a man, the man.
The boys she'd met while working her way through college had not impressed her. True, they were all heading for solid white-collar executive trainee positions, and some of them were sought after by important companies, but the convulted incestuous life of large corporations did not appeal to her. The rise upward was too slow, and success too unheralded. She wanted her man in an occupation with more dash and competition, and, of course, her choice was not entirely dependent of her ambitious drives-she wanted her man to be a man she could love.
She had seen the perfect combination of ingredients in the then-young Andrew Bancroft, who struck her immediately as a man who could go places fast if given the right impetus. It was all there, though untested and somewhat dormant, for Bancroft came from rich parents and didn't possess her zealous combatative instincts. He, himself, was something of a challenge, and she soon started working on becoming indispensible to him ... and then on making him indispensable to politics. And as an added bonus, she could pridefully think that together they were doing something for the state, something good and worthwhile. This was important to her, for the idealism of her youth had not dissipated with maturity. She was proud of her man, for what he was and what he was doing, and she took great pleasure in contemplating that she would become still more proud of him in the future.
The only distasteful part to it, was the fact she found that the men and their mates she and Andy had to cater to were generally sorts she personally disliked. The Dalstons were an exception, and in a fashion so was Judge Granger, although she considered the old man to be exactly how she'd described him to Andy-a pious fraud who was a randy goat underneath. Most of the other politicos, however, were people she'd never willingly invite to her own home. They were loud, crude, and drank too much. They smoked the most foul-smelling cigars imaginable, and insisted on either blowing the smoke in her face or waving their phallic-sized stogies under her nostrils as they made some asinine point about something they were usually ignorant about. Their wives-or often as not, mistresses-were hardly better, spending their time reading confession magazines and chewing gum, with even less to say than their men. It never failed to give her a splitting headache, to attend some affair or another where she was around them, and having to pass the evening seething inside but with a smile permanently hem-stitched on her face.
Not tonight, however. Tonight there was only they and the Daltons in a face-to-face confrontation, a culmination of all the clawing and smiling she'd done for the past six years. If Andy won the nod from the Judge, she could look forward to a hundred times more evenings of cigar smoke and sniggering jokes, an endless merry-go-round of potbellied blowhards rationalizing their latest graft-taking while pontificating about the moral laxity of the younger generation. Their hypocrisy was enough to curdle milk, she thought, and if she didn't love Andy so much and believe in what he was doing, she was almost tempted to chuck in the fight and find another more honorable route to success. But she did love Andy, and she wasn't about to desert him now, not when she was so close and he needed her so much....
Gale's introspection was broken as Craig and Helen Dalston rose from the couch and strolled over to them. Craig was short and heavy-set, with dark, intelligent grey eyes. He gave the impression of having once been an athlete, for he was broad shouldered and thick chested and the material of his Madras jacket was stretched taut across his pectorals. Looking at him now, Gale thought that he probably worked out regularly in one of the health clubs that were so popular, and resolved to get Andy to join and exercise. His wife, Helen, was not quite as tall as Gale, but was slightly more voluptuous in build like some sensuously curvaceous Italian movie actress. She had huge, luminescent green eyes and long coal-black hair which reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, but which at the moment was artfully braided and wrapped like a knitted cap around the top of her head. A clinging blue shift hugged and caressed her lush breasted body like an oil-slick, accentuating the easy, natural sway of her tight-mooned buttocks. She was holding onto Craig's arm and smiling warmly as they approached.
"Listen," she said. 'This is silly, acting as if we were lined up for a parlor-game race. If the Judge doesn't come out of hibernation soon, we should get the maid to bring a pack of cards and play some bridge."
"Good idea," Andy chuckled. "We might get back at you for the drubbing you gave us last week.
"Never happen," Craig scoffed good-naturedly. "Pure talent, that's what it was, and we'd win again."
"Pure luck, you mean," Helen teased her husband.
"If you ask, I'll be glad to give you lessons, Andy," Craig continued, rubbing in the fact that when they'd met for bridge at Dalston's house the previous weekend, the score had been embarrassingly lopsided. "Always willing to help friends."
"Lessons! Why, you couldn't find the ace of spades if it were up your sleeve, Craig," Gale retorted with a laugh.
"Where do you think it was?" Craig's eyes shifted to Bancroft's wife, moving easily over her beautifully compact, perfectly symetrical body in a way which was complimentary to Gale, rather than lecherous. "But all kidding aside, Gale, what do you think of this-keeping us waiting so long?"
"Well, Judge Granger seemed terribly busy when we arrived, so I'm sure he's closeted in his study for good reason. He acted flustered when he greeted us."
"Nothing ever flusters him," Helen added. "You might as well expect granite to have waves. I can't help wondering if it might have something to do with ... well, you know. About us. I don't mind admitting I'm slightly nervous about this weekend visit, staying over and being watched every minute."
"I'm getting a little old to be reviewed for good behavior," Dalston said with a sigh, and took a hefty drink of his Scotch. "I wish he'd simply tap one of us on the shoulder and that would be that."
Andy nodded ruefully. "It's almost as if there's more to this than the senatorial nomination."
"What do you mean, Andy?" Helen asked with a quizzical frown.
"I ... don't know exactly. The nomination is important enough, and as much as we all get along, I'm going to try and get the green light just as hard as Craig-that's the name of the game and no hard feelings. And yes, I'm nervous about it too, and this cooling our heels isn't helping matters any. But there's something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. I'd say it was something more to this than meets the eye, but then, officially this is merely a friendly stay-over with no political motivations at all, certainly not about the senate. And yet we all know the reason; we're not stupid or inexperienced. I think ... I think the Judge has more up his sleeve than the nomination."
"Like the ace of spades?" Craig grinned.
"More like a joker," Andy replied, also smiling. "Forget it; it's probably just my imagination working overtime."
"No, you may have something there, Andy," Dalston said, turning serious. "Now that you mention it, my feelings have been itchier than they should be under the circumstances...."
But the scent of that elusive "something else" remained too vague and ghostly to identify, and the conversation returned to more mundane matters while the foursome waited in the living room. The common bond of their many hours together in the state House of Representatives asserted itself over their present roles of contestants in the senatorial sweepstakes, and soon Andy and Craig were arguing the merits of a state-wide sewer referendum. The wives discussed a recent art exhibition at the capitol, for Helen dabbled in oil painting and had been interesting Gale in it as a hobby. The maid came round again with her silver tray, and Bancroft automatically reached for a refill. Another half-hour passed, and then Gale felt the need to go to the bathroom.
"Excuse me," she said, and when her husband gave her a questioning glance, she added lightly: "I have to go play cat-and-mouse, okay?"
The young blonde wife walked through the doors and down the hall, to where she knew the downstairs guest bathroom was. Just before reaching it, the study door opened and Judge Emerson Granger walked out, almost bumping into her. He was sharply dressed in the latest style as usual, a natty robin's-egg blue suit with a slight Edwardian cut to it, and his silvery hair was perfectly in place.
"Oh! Sorry, Mrs. Bancroft, I didn't see you."
"Pardon me, Judge," Gale hastily responded, trying to flash her most warming smile.
"My, that's a very pretty dress you're wearing this evening. Is it new?"
Gale couldn't help feeling flattered by the older man's attention, pleased that he'd notice her enough to catch a new dress-most men wouldn't have bothered. But then, Judge Granger was a most exceptional man. "Why, thank you, Judge."
"Please ... let us be more informal while everybody is here. No names, no titles, just good ol' folksy fun together, and somehow it seems more comfortable to put things on a first, or as I'm fond of saying, a Christian name basis. Particularily as we will be involved as I believe in a long and productive relationship. All right, Gale?"
The young blonde wife's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening with surprise. Involved in a long and productive relationship ... did that mean the Judge had made up his mind in Andy's favor? Excited with new hope now, she almost stammered out: "Why ... why of course, Jud I mean, Emerson, And to answer your question: yes, this is a new dress. I bought it especially for our visit here."
"I'm honored at the thought, my dear. " The Judge made a slight bow, then walked on toward the living room, while Gale headed for the bathroom. Just before reaching the doors, the silver-maned politician paused and looked behind him; the graceful figure of Bancroft's wife was just disappearing into the bathroom. His watery eyes seemed to glitter strangely in the soft reflection of the hallway lamps, and he thoughtfully stroked his thin pencil moustache while he watched her.
"Hmmm, I wonder...." he said to himself softly, and then he strode purposefully into the living room.
Andy Bancroft ceased in mid-sentence when he saw Granger enter. It seemed to him that the Judge must have had good news while working in the study, for the older man's face held an imperturbable but slightly amused expression, like a cat with canary feathers caught in its mouth. That was the Judge's way, constantly cool and a little condescending.
Andy was sometimes piqued by his political boss; that supercilious air rasped on his nerves after awhile, and the ever-present preening of the fashion-plate image made him wonder if Granger wasn't a near egomaniac. If anything personified Judge Granger's image in Andy's mind, it was the way he was always smoothing his moustache as if it were an object d'art. In that split-second of silence, the thought crossed Andy's consciousness that perhaps Gale was right about the Judge, and that beneath his polished facade beat the heart of a leering, grubby old man.
"Evening, gentlemen, Mrs. Dalston," Granger said with a nod. "Sorry to keep you all waiting, but it was vitally important."
The maid swept past and deposited a cold drink in the Judge's hand. "Bourbon and branch, the only way to drink," he said while sipping. "Ah, Leona?"
"Yah suh?"
"You may go now, my dear. No need for you to stay with so many charming hostesses here already."
"Yah suh. Thank yo' suh." The maid hurried away before her employer could change his mind. The Judge turned back to Dalston, and now his slight smile faded into a frown of concern. "I'm very glad you find it understandable, Craig," he told the state congressman, "because this matter seems to concern your district."
"What?"Dalston blurted. "How?"
"There's been a wildcat strike started at the Laurentide Plant mills, which is probably your district's largest single industry-and backer, I might add. I've been talking to Terwilliger on the phone just now, and according to him, the strike is supported by quite a large percentage of workers, and it's threatening to spread."
"Terwilliger is-"
"I know, I know. Terwilliger sees ghosts behind every tree, but the point is, we can't afford to have such unrest at this time, any unrest. Our opposition is making a concerted attack in the 101st, as you well know, and if they back the union leaders, and if the union leaders sanction the wildcatters...."
He didn't have to spell out the threat such a coalition could cause the Machine. It could mean ultimate defeat in a very important district, a cancer spot in the Judge's political stranglehold which could portend eventual ruin. And in the resulting shambles would go the likes of Craig Dalston. And right at the moment, unless he acted swiftly and decisively and successfully, Dalston could kiss the senatorial nomination goodbye.
"I'll get right on it, Judge," he said firmly. "Best bet is to knock the props out from under the wildcatters by getting the union leaders to disallow it. I'll talk to Maxwell, and Nate Olin as well ... "
"And?"
A crafty smile spread slowly across Craig Dalston's face. "And I'll make them an offer they can't refuse, just like before during the Pembroke affair. I'll phone Maxwell first, and-"
"No," The Judge cut in. "You go to see him."
"But I just got here!"
"It can't be helped, Craig," came the forceful reply. "This has to be nipped in the bud immediately, and nipped to stay. Moreover, you can't trust phones, and for all we know a Federal agency of some sort or another could be bugging the union's lines and would pass along any information it got to our opposition. You can't be subtle with Maxwell, you know that; you're going to have to come right out with your "offer" so that lard-headed idiot can understand it, and without using words over two syllables each. No, you go up to Laurentide and for God's sake, this time try and keep your "offer" within reason. That Pembroke affair almost broke me, when I saw what you'd agreed to."
Dalston sighed. "Yes, Judge. I guess it's the best."
"It's the only way. I'm sorry, but it simply can't be helped."
Helen Dalston patted her husband's arm encouragingly. "I'll stay here and mind the fort, dear. I'm sure that I can manage to ah ... entertain the Judge until you're back."
A strange, knowing look passed between the Dalstons, a quick flash of something covert which Andy caught only in passing. For an instant he wondered what it could mean in the way of future events. It gave him a slight twinge of uneasiness, but the odd sensation was soon enveloped by his other deliberations. This sudden twist of events had knocked him for a loop, leaving him with a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand he felt elated, for with Craig gone-even temporarily-his own chances increased, especially considering that the crisis involved Craig Dalston's district. But being a sensitive man, he was also acutely aware of how Craig must feel, and empathetically, how he would feel if he were forced to leave in similar circumstances. Would Gale understand and back him up as well as Helen had her husband?
Certainly the Judge must have noticed her loyalty, and added a plus mark to Craig's column. The right kind of wife is not only an asset, but indispensable to a politician.
Andy Bancroft was not the only person whose brain was churning busily. Judge Granger fingered his moustache, eyeing the lushly provocative Helen Dalston and inwardly leering with carnal satisfaction. Sometimes Helen was quicker on the uptake than her husband, and Craig was no slouch at figuring the angles; she had certainly caught the nuances this time, and had immediately implied her agreement by such words as "entertain". There actually was a wildcat strike brewing at Laurentide-he'd never have tried to fabricate such an easily checkable thing such as that-but it wasn't quite as desperate a crisis as he was making it out to be. Of course, it didn't matter whether it existed or not, in the sense that like it or not, Craig Dalston would have to jump if he, the Judge, said to jump. The point was that by taking advantage of the situation, he'd managed to maneuver Craig out of the house for a couple of days, leaving his sensuous vixen of a wife behind. And Helen had instantly understood what was desired of her, and had replied: Yes ... any time, Judge. I'm hot and I'm ready....
Emerson Granger didn't know how much of her acceptance was based on the desire to get the senatorial nod for Craig, and how much of it was pure, basic passion. He didn't care. What Helen hadn't learned yet was that his political decisions were never-well, hardly ever determined by how bed-able a subordinate's woman was, and over the years he'd left many a female thoroughly fucked and her man still the loser. He used the threat of sex like a club to force a proud and arrogant bitch to let him have his way with her, and he greatly enjoyed breaking a woman's will into groveling submission almost as much as he adored the actual physical act itself. It was the power he craved, the feeling of total supremacy and control for which he lusted and was never satiated.
With Helen Dalston, however, no force was necessary, and in one sense it took some of the enjoyment out of screwing her. Helen would be in a receptive mood for him because she was always ready for sex-any kind, at any hour, with just about anybody. He recalled with relish the previous times she and Craig had stayed over, and she'd sneaked down to his room and crawled between the satin sheets of his bed. Or that time in the convention hotel when she'd picked up a lesbian in the cocktail lounge while Craig was busy elsewhere, and then the three of them had spent four hours in an orgy which had left his sixty-five year old body drained and exhausted. Helen said her husband knew about her extra-curricular activities, and the glance which had passed between them just now seemed to confirm this in the Judge's mind. Yet like so many other facts in politics, it was one of those things never overtly admitted to. It helped save face and potentially embarrassing situations. Still, one of these fine days Craig was going to discover just what a wild nymphomaniac he'd married, and the Judge almost wished he could be the one Craig found her with, just to see the reaction. He doubted it would be righteous indignation, knowing as he did Craig's own weakness for blonde go-go dancers, and it might even produce a most entertaining seance a trois....
The undeterminate factor at this point, though, was how the Bancrofts would react to this weekend. Andy Bancroft was an up-and-coming figure who might become a threat to the Judge very soon if he weren't brought solidly into the Machine. The young man seemed to have a natural talent for politics, and a fresh and energetic approach which appealed to a wide strata of voters, and the Judge was genuinely considering giving him the senatorial nod. Craig Dalston was already bought and paid for, and no longer needed wooing. But the Judge was enough of an asute appraiser of character to know that Gale was the guiding hand directing her husband's career, and she had to be somehow ensnared by his Machine as well in order for Bancroft to be controlled.
Ahhh ... that beautiful sweet-assed Mrs. Bancroft! For a flickering of an instant, Judge Granger imagined how Gale had looked in the hallway, and the urge to add her to his stable billowed in his crafty brain. Her natural young beauty was stunning, her shoulder-length blonde hair literally blinding him with the desire to run his fingers through it, bury his face in it. He was sure he could detect a latent hot streak in her, but he also knew that she was still very much in love with her husband, naively confusing love with sex and blissfully innocent of any interest to stray. Both the Bancrofts struck him as non-swingers; the direct approach seemed to be out, especially as long as Andy was around to inhibit her actions. If he and Helen were too blatant, it might even shock them so greatly as to leave! That would never do. It seemed an awful waste of an excellent opportunity to romp openly with Craig's wanton wife, but it would be more of a pity to lose his growing hold on Bancroft because of it.
The more Judge Granger's steel-trap mind thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He inwardly groaned at the arousing mental image of two beautiful and provocative women bowing before his every debauching whim, crying for more ... more ... Helen Dalston and Gale Bancroft, nakedly writhing right here this weekend, fucking and sucking and sucking and fucking ... it was too exciting a dream! Well, then damnit, start thinking of a way to do it! The Judge's mind churned with despoiling plots....
Helen! Helen was the key, he immediately saw that. He knew her as intimately as a man could other than her husband, and he knew her to be a gutter-whore at heart. She'd snap at the chance to help him seduce her prim-facaded young rival, not only for the sheer fun of the sex involved, but in hopes it would help seal the nomination for Craig. First he'd have to dispose of Andy Bancroft's presence ... it would be a gamble at best, but then, wasn't all politics a gamble? The meek shall inherit the earth? Not to Judge Granger! The "meek" inherited dirt after the good stuff was ripped off by the ruthless and cunning. Jesus, the mere audacity of his idea made his restlessly stirring cock burgeon into beginning hardness ...!
His thoughts returned to the presence just as Craig Dalston was saying: " ... I'll pack at once, then."
"Yes, yes you better, Craig." His salacious plans veiled behind an expression of contrite concern, the Judge gnawed his lower lip and turned to Bancroft. "Andy, I think ... I think I'd like you to accompany Craig to Laurentide."
He could almost hear the sudden sucking in of Bancroft's breath, and he continued, "Yes, I believe it would be best. Most of the workers come from your district, y'know, so your presence publicly will help swing it around our way. Your wife can stay here with Helen; I'm sure that both you and Craig on hand, the matter will not take very long to resolve."
"Great to have you along, Andy," Dalston said, almost smiling as if relieved. He was; this way Bancroft would be at the same disadvantage as he. The two woves could console one another, and on that score he was even a little better off. He had a very good idea why Helen had been so quick to agree to stay here, and as much as he admired her desire to help his career, he sometimes wished it didn't have to take the form of sleeping around so much. Since when was a Turkish immigrant picked up in the airport lounge to help his career? Or that other time when she disappeared "by accident" in the men's room of a posh, exclusive restaurant, and the man who came out a little while later (a perfect stranger) had the sassiest, most shit-eating grin on his face Craig had ever seen. Craig might turn a blind eye to her peccadillos, but he wasn't so stupid not to know the moment he left here, Helen would be hot to
! hump the balls off Judge Granger.
Dalston had long since stopped being jealous. Might as well try to talk a bitch-dog in heat not to mate as to change his wife's insatiable nature. What the hell: he'd done his share of fucking around and had no plans to stop, and there was even that brief time they'd spent wife-swapping until he got too important in the legislature and couldn't risk any scandal. But once, just once, he'd like her to play hard-to-get with the Judge and see if that didn't get the old geezer all hot and bothered. With Gale here without her husband and needing companionship, Helen might not have the opportunity to swing so much, leaving Granger high and dry, clacking his false teeth like castinets in his frustration. It might almost be worth losing the senatorial seat to have that happen....
"I suppose you want me to pack now, too?" Andy asked the Judge.
Under the circumstances, Bancroft realized he would have to go. Not that he couldn't argue with Judge Granger of even flatly refuse-but at the expense of his political career. He was glad that Gale was still in the bathroom and hadn't overheard the conversation about making a deal with the union leaders, for she was very idealistic about such things and didn't understand that sometimes compromise had to be done. There were rules to the game, and you either played by them and went along with things that didn't necessarily please you, or you tried to buck them like some religious fanatic and got ruined. But even so, he knew she was going to be very upset about this abrupt change of plans, and could already glumly predict the resulting scene with her when he told her the news. There were times he wished he were still a bachelor.
"At least," the Judge continued affably, "there should be time for another drink. I'm sorry now I had Leona leave so soon. Ah well ... Mrs. Dalston, would you care to help me in the kitchen? I am so clumsy at times."
"I don't think so, Judge, but I'd be glad to. I'm sure Craig and Andy will find things to talk about while we're gone."
"I'm sure. I'm sure we will, too...."
* * *
Gale Bancroft knew she had been in the bathroom longer than necessary, but she wanted to be absolutely sure she was under control before she ventured back into the living room. Judge Granger-that is, Emerson-had exuded such warm cordiality and hinting intimations in the hall, that she was still bursting with excitement. Surely he meant that Andy ... no, she must extinguish her effervescence, reminding herself that hope clouds observation. And time was up; she couldn't dally any longer.
She took one last sweep through her hair and then put her brush back into her purse. The purse was on a vanity shelf placed high beside the mirror over the wash basin, and as she stretched for her handbag, she once more inspected her curvaceous, long-limbed figure in the glass. With her arms raised, she saw her dress was more than half-way up her tanned thighs and was clinging to her buttocks, with small creases showing in front where her legs molded into her full hips.
With sudden agitated awareness, Gale realized she'd chosen an extrodinarily short-hemmed outfit to wear-perhaps too short for modesty and decorum! Why, she could nearly see the outline of her pubic mound that her white panties barely covered! A lurid chill passed through her body, followed by a blush as she thought that no wonder Judge Granger had complimented her so profusely on her dress! She must have appeared positively indecent, bumping into him with so much of her private parts exposed! It was tantamount to leading him on, and far too daring for a social occasion such as this. Lord, she only hoped that the older man hadn't gotten the wrong impression about her, as if she were trying to throw herself at him in an effort to win the nod for Andy. She had an instinctive feeling that the Judge wouldn't need much prompting to get his motor racing. Heavens ... did men his age really have an active sex life?
Gale turned away from her embarrassing reflection, nervously brushing down her dress with quick, hurried motions as if to make the hem grow longer. She left the bathroom, and instead of heading directly down the hall to the living room, she decided to go upstairs to the bedroom the maid had assigned them, and change clothes. Yes: she had a very nice blouse and skirt ensemble in one of the suitcases, and it would only take a moment. She would feel far less uneasy and unnerved than if she remained the way she were....
To reach the stairs, Gale had to pass one of the entrances to the large, ultra-modern kitchen. Nearing the door, which was ajar, she heard a scuffling sound and then a huskily breathed "mmmmooooaaahhhh." She frowned, thinking that was a peculiar noise for the maid to be making, unaware as she was that Leona had been dismissed for the evening. She stepped nearer, and curious, she glanced through the open doorway. Her jaw dropped open in disbelieving shock.
Helen Dalston was standing with her back to Gale, her big-breasted front buried in Judge Granger's expansive chest, their arms entwined like vines. They were kissing and nuzzling and squirming their mature bodies together with all the abandonment of two puppy-loving adolescents necking in a drive-in movie. Gale choked and her hands began to tremble, her eyes transfixed on the passionate tableaux only a few feet from her. She could see the quivering flesh of Helen's smooth buttocks and shapely thighs as they ground hungrily against the older politician's lustful loins, and the Judge's muscular legs pressing against the sensual brunette's hips with rapacious desire.
For a second, Gale was afraid she was going to faint with outrage and chagrin. But then Judge Granger suddenly stopped, pulling away from the hungry embrace of Craig Dalston's wife, and Gale was suddenly filled with fear that she'd been discovered spying on their illicit romance. Instead, the white-haired manipulator looked Helen directly in the eyes, his own eyes flashing brightly and a thin sardonic smile etching his lips. "You agree, my dear?" Gale heard him ask.
"Yes," Helen sighed heavily. "Yes, oh yess...."
"To all of it?" he insisted almost cruelly. "I can't wait to start," came the passionate response. "I think your idea is fantastic, Emerson. Fantastic ... and depraved! The most depraved thing I've ever done, or dreamed of! Oh, yes, I can't wait to begin!"
"You have already, my little tramp!" Judge Granger chuckled lewdly, and swept Helen Dalston back into his arms again, oblivious to the fact they were being watched. He mashed his lips heavily down on hers, and Gale continued to stare in wide-eyed stupification as he reached one hand down and around to cup one of the ardent woman's smoothly rounded buttocks. Horrified, the young blonde wife saw his outstretched middle finger dip into the cloth-covered crevice, slowly caressing up and down between her trembling ass-cheeks. Helen's thighs began to rotate in eager response, at first from side to side and then in a circular movement as she ground her abdomen into his thrusting loins faster and faster....
Gale could stand the sight of them no longer. It was more than the revulsion she experienced at the sight of their sexual display; wretchedly she had to admit that at least a part of her was reacting in just the opposite manner! To her horror and humiliation, she found that for some inexplicable reason, her voyeuristic peeking on their immoral, adulterous passion was producing a tingling warmth deep within her belly. She could sense the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina beginning to moisten with sympathetic response, and her nipples beneath the brassiere she wore hardening into diamond chips as little sensations of arousal coursed through her breasts. She was mortally ashamed for this unwanted but involuntary emotion, feeling somehow grubby about it, almost as if she were an active party to their infidelities.
She backed away, toward the stairs, feeling repulsed by them and humiliated by herself. Then she whirled and dashed up the steps as fast as she could, swallowing the moan which welled in her lungs. It was more than the obscene immorality she'd witnessed, and it was more than the perverted response she'd experienced; in a blinding flash of inspiration, she saw the true horror of the situation. It was worse than a mere extra-marital affair-a thousand times worse! Helen Dalston was throwing her body at that horny old goat on purpose-to win the senatorial nomination for her husband!
Lord! It was an inexcusable seduction! And yet ... it seemed to be working! Had not she herself heard that wicked slut agree to Judge Granger's proposition? Gale hadn't heard what that proposition exactly consisted of, but she hadn't been born yesterday! It was glaringly obvious that Craig's wife was selling herself like a common prostitute, and that Helen couldn't wait to begin the most depraved thing she'd ever dreamed of!
Anger welled in Gale Bancroft's heaving chest, a fury and frustration which brought her to the brink of tears. How could she fight back against such indecent trickery, such total abandonment of ethics and morality? Certainly she couldn't be expected to sacrifice her sacred marriage vows the same way, bargaining for Andy's future by willingly surrendering to the Judge's every lust ... a lust which would only cease when he had spewed his lewd, carnal sperm deep up inside her most secret flesh. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair!
But what could she do...?
CHAPTER TWO
Gale Bancroft closed the door to the bedroom with a quick, almost compulsive snap of the wrist. It was as if she felt the urgent need to place a physical barrier between her and the scene she'd just viewed in the kitchen below. But the vision clawed at her reeling mind despite her fervent desire to blank it from her thoughts, and while she hurriedly undressed, she was filled with a sense of uncleanliness, as though being without her dress added to the basic indecency of the judge's perverted lust.
There had to be a fundamental difference between sex for sex's sake, and the coupling of passionate lovers. One was bad and the other was good, and the former was further distorted when viciously exploited the way Helen was doing, just as if she were a woman of the streets without pride or self-respect. It was as simple as that, Gale thought; the notion of good and evil had been an ingrained cornerstone in her life, and a major reason why she had remained a virgin to her wedding night. She had dated many boys before she'd met Andy, and had engaged in the usual back-seat petting with a few who had appealed to her more than others, but always she'd kept a level head and never allowed things to get out of hand.
Gale had told Andy about her strict upbringing because she wanted to be a pure and unspoiled bride for him after they exchanged rings. All she had asked in return was for him to be patient and understand why she didn't believe in premarital intercourse or all the lewdly wicked positions which some uninhibited persons indulged in. Andy had promised he did understand and would cherish her wishes ... but all during their courtship it had been a fight with his more animalistic instincts. She'd never gone "all the way" with him, but several times it had been close, being all she could do to control the both of them in their moments of overheated passion. It never dawned on her that perhaps she had used her sex as a kind of blackmail, teasing the poor man into a high state of arousal ... and then leaving him there suffering until he had married her.
But as determined as she was to have her own way, Gale was far from being a frigid woman underneath. Once her demands had been met, she eagerly gave of herself, and the honeymoon had been sheer enchantment to her. Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good as Andy's hotly throbbing penis stretching her tight hymen and then slipping wetly up inside her ecstatic little vagina. The electric sensations he caused in her had raced wildly through her belly, and she had relaxed her tense inner muscles to allow him all the access she could to her pleasure-filled pussy. With each stroking motion her bridegroom made, she had been able to feel his loving cock bulge with greater hardness, until finally his thick heated semen had surged out to inundate her inner cuntal walls and fill her womb with satisfaction.
The overwhelming bliss of that night after all the previous years of denial and discipline only served to reinforce Gale's narrow, prudish philosophy toward sex. Surely anything that wonderful had to be the right way! Thus to witness the spectacle of Judge Granger and Mrs. Dalston together just now-especially considering the cold-blooded reasons behind Helen's lascivious actions-was more of a shattering experience to the young blonde wife than to some other more worldly and easy-going woman. It left her confused and embarrassed at her own impossibly prurient response. What in heaven's name had possessed her to feel even the tiniest bit excited? She couldn't find the answer to that and it was a troubled young girl who slowly removed her dress to change it for something more modest.
Shivering with bewilderment, Gale was wearing only her thin white panties and brassiere as she reached down to open her suitcase. She was in that provocative, half-clad position when the door abruptly opened and Andy walked in. She straightened immediately, swiveling around with a clean skirt clutched defensively to her breasts, a look of startlement on her face.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Andy, you frightened me."
"Didn't mean to, honey," he replied, similarly surprised to find his wife here, dressed so scantily.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Bancroft waved his hand in a meaningless gesture, depressed over the prospect of telling Gale he was forced to leave immediately with Craig Dalston, and qualmish over her possible recriminations that might follow. "Well, I...." he started, and then countered: "What are you doing here, Gale? Changing clothes?"
"Y-Yes."
"Spill something on your new outfit?"
Gale felt her chin begin to tremble, and sat down heavily on the side of the bed to try and stifle the guilt and loathing she'd felt since racing upstairs. "N-No, not exactly," she murmured shakily. "It was ... It was ... Oh, Andy, it was awful!"
"Awful?" Andy echoed, now alarmed. "What was awful?"
Gale shook her head numbly, her mind whirling as she tried to find the words to tell him what she'd seen. It was only fair ... It was her duty to tell him, to warn him of what Helen Dalston was doing behind their backs, but dear God, it was all so sordid! The skirt fluttered from her fingers and floated gently to the floor; she watched it, her head bowed, clenching her hands into tight little fists until she could feel her long nails biting into her palms.
Bancroft went to her then, concern and love for her overcoming the urgency of his trip to Laurentide. He sat down beside her and took one of her tightly closed hands and opened it to entwine with his. "What's awful, darling?" he insisted. "Please, tell me!"
"I ... I was walking from the bathroom downstairs and passed by the kitchen. Th-The Judge was in there, and...."
"I know. With Helen. They were mixing drinks."
"N-No. They were k-kissing and hugging and all sorts of terrible things," she stammered, choking back the sudden urge to cry. "It ... It couldn't have been plainer if I'd caught them in bed, Andy. They're having an affair!"
Andy blanched, his eyes widening. "Oh my Christ!" he gasped. "My career!"
Gale turned her head to stare at her husband, not believing her ears. "Is that the first thing you think of?"
"But don't you see, Gale? If the judge and Helen-"
"Of course I see!" she retorted excitedly. "I'm not dumb; I realized what it means, and I'm sure that Helen is throwing herself at Judge Granger on purpose! B-But Andy! There are other things more important than your senate seat!"
"Like what? Don't you care whether I get it or not?"
Gale stiffened, silent for a moment. Then she said in a quivering voice: "Andrew Bancroft, that was unkind. I've worked long and hard, and I'm devoted to you. I'd hate to think you'd lose the nomination, but it is not the very first consideration I had! I was shocked to think Judge Granger would stoop so low, and I'm shocked to think what could happen if Craig ever found out about his wife."
"Craig is perfectly capable of taking care of himself," Andy snapped. "He's been around; he might even have put her up to it. God, what am I going to do?"
"I can't believe the attitude you're taking!" Gale cried out, nearly hysterical. "I've never heard you so cynical! Don't you care what goes on in your own Party? This is out-and-out adultery, Andy! Immorality! Helen is just not seducing a man for her own ends, she is subverting the basic foundations of our system! What about Helen?"
"Helen," Bancroft replied with a mirthless smile, "can, no doubt, take care of herself better than her husband can."
"Andy!"
"I mean it," Bancroft said heatedly. "You've taught me to go out and get what I want, so you've got nobody else but yourself to blame if I consider this in terms of losing what I want. Damnit, it's none of my business if a woman plays around on her husband, and it shouldn't be any of yours, either. The only time it concerns us is when it directly affects us, and only in the sense of how it affects us. Sometimes I think ... aw, forget it."
"No, I won't! What do you think, Andy? Tell me!"
"I think...." Bancroft let out a mighty sigh. "Oh, I don't know what I think. Jesus, this one's a real pip."
"Tell me one thing, Andy," Gale said, forcing herself to lower her voice and regain some of her control. "Tell me if ... if you would make love to Helen if she came after you."
The question caught Andy off guard for a moment. His mind, already reeling from Gale's stunning news, immediately conjured up the image of what it would be like to fuck Craig's sensual wife. Shit, Helen exuded sex like a perfume, like a cloud of blatant wantonness which made a man-any man-crave her with pure instinctual lust. A guy just knew she'd be hell on wheels between the sheets. Would he screw Helen if given the opportunity?
"It'd be hell to say no," he answered with a grin and was immediately sorry for his flippancy.
"Andy! You don't mean that, not really!"
Bancroft studied his wife's trembling features and the tears which were welling in her eyes, and he felt ashamed for having blurted out so lewd a thought. He loved, revered, and yes, respected Gale, and didn't want to do anything to hurt her. He realized she'd asked in hopes of hearing the reassuring answer that "no", he wanted only her, and that Helen was wrong, and that he would not-could not-be corrupted by another woman. But her seed-like suggestion burned in his brain, a strange tingling in his groin rising at the idea that if he were to be corrupted, sinking his rigidly throbbing cock into Helen Dalston's hot little cunt wouldn't be a bad way of doing it....
"I'm sorry," he said, putting his arms around her. "I shouldn't have joked about such a serious thing."
Gale clung to him needfully, whimpering into his ear: "And you ... you wouldn't want me to seduce Judge Granger, would you? You wouldn't want me to do that, even if it meant the nomination?"
"Now you're the one being silly. It would never come to that."
Of course I'm being silly, she thought, but what kind of answer is that to get? I want to hear that he would leave me, beat me and brand me a whore if I ever did anything that despicable. Is he insinuating that he wouldn't mind if I were to sleep with the judge? And if it ever did come to that, would I? God! To be so utterly abandoned! To be so completely sinful and debased!
Gale hugged her husband tighter, shuddering inwardly from the sexual stimulation that dreaming of something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She fought down the little throbs of prurient excitement that the lewd thought was causing in her loins, refusing to admit that she could be aroused by such fantasies, not to herself, and especially not to Andy. What would he think of his sweet, loving wife, then? Terrible things!
"I love you," she moaned passionately, kissing his neck. "Oh, Andy, I love you so much!"
"I love you too, dearest," he replied, and then pulled away. "But I ... I'm afraid I don't have much time."
"Time?"
He said guiltily: "Yes. I ... I have to leave now."
"Leave?" She eyed him with growing apprehension. "Leave for where?"
"Laurentide, with Craig. We're driving up together, tonight."
"Laurentide!"
"Now, please, honey," he said, squirming on the bed. "It'll only be overnight, and we'll be back tomorrow evening for sure. It can't be helped. The judge says it's an absolute emergency."
"Can't be helped!" Gale, already at nerve's end from all that she'd seen and felt till now, trembled with renewed anguish and dismay. Her cheeks reddened, and a single tear slowly coursed down from her watering eyes. "Of all the times it can't be helped," she wailed. "Don't go, Andy, please don't! Don't leave me alone in the house with the judge and Helen!"
"Gale, you know better than that," her husband said, trying to comfort her fears and knowing he was unsuccessful. Slowly he stood up, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie. "I'll think of something to counteract Helen's ploy; I don't know what yet, but I'll think of something. But the judge has ordered the trip, and there simply is no graceful and change and pack this suit in my bag. It's the only good one I brought along, and I just as soon not wear it while driving."
"No! No, stay with me, Andy, stay with me tonight! I ... I need you, I need you badly!" Gale couldn't go on, humiliation and hurt burgeoning up and filling her throat. Damn, damn, damn! It wouldn't even be so bad if she could accompany Andy on the trip, but even without asking she knew it was impossible. She would have to stay in this dreadful house with those dreadful people doing dreadful things, and she had the horrible premonition that they wouldn't necessarily do them behind her back! Damn!
With a moan, she watched Andy walk across the room to the small bathroom, wearing only his underpants. She could tell he felt just as bad about leaving her now as she did, but that was cold comfort indeed. She fought to control her sobbing as she heard the shower going, and her husband step into the tub and pull the curtain closed. And then she lay back on the wide double bed, groaning with the misery she felt deep within her. Gale hadn't lied about wanting and needing Andy tonight. She did very much, her blood seething with a strangely gripping sexual excitement. She was hot, primed and ready to be loved, although the degenerate source of her arousal filled her mind with a lurid sense of degradation and shame. A curious perversity made her remember how Helen Dalston had looked in Judge Granger's embrace, and then she thought of how they would look naked and writhing in bed together, the older man's stiffened penis plunging deep, deep up inside the brunette woman's welcoming belly ... and then how she. Gale, would look in place of Helen. A cascade of crimson blushing flowed through her then, causing her to think she was no better than they, thinking such filthy thoughts and working herself into an erotic passion against all laws of decency. She glanced down at her lightly clothes body, groaning to herself: Andy ... Andy, hurry up in there. Maybe we'll have time ... I need you right now since I can't have you later ... I have to know you love and need me....
Then she shower ended, and after a few more moments, her handsome husband came out of the bathroom, rubbing the drops of water away with a large fluffy bathtowel.
"Andy," her voice sighed, and she hardly recognized the provocative and husky new tone to it. "Andy, don't get dressed. Come here to me."
"Huh?"
"Here ... to me, darling...." Impulsively she stretched out fully on the bed, then rolled slightly to the edge and stood up. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the fastenings of her brassiere, pulling the netted cups away from her warmly tingling breasts, doing it slowly and making sure that the hardening pink nipples were the last to meet her husband's wide-eyed stare. She dropped the brassiere on top of the skirt and then raised her hands to cup the full rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally she dropped her fingers to her nylon panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
Then seductively, using her palms and undulating rhythmically, she slid back on the coverlet and once again lay down on her back. She glimpsed down her fully naked torso ... down at her breasts which were now unhampered by a brassiere and at the flat plane of her trembling belly, down to where her blonde pubic curls covered her pinkly quivering cuntal slit. For one mortifying moment she saw that her vaginal lips were shining with the excited honeyed dew of her secretions, and felt the erotic moistening up between her thighs. She felt too, an inexplicable boldness she had never experienced before, an irrational desire to do something she shouldn't do-but which Helen Dalston would do and had obviously done many times in the past. So Gale gradually spread her legs wide in a wantonly splayed position, exposing to her husband's startled eyes all of the set pulsating crevice of her pussy. Her hips began a lewd rotation on the bedspread beneath her buttocks, arching upwards in a measured, intoxicating invitation, and she cooed up at him: "Please, Andy ... Come here...."
"Gale," he croaked hoarsely, struck by the lascivious sight of his modest wife acting like a whore. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, and groaned at the time. "I can't," he said. "I ... that is, we'll make love when I get back, but not now."
"Sit down, Andy. Just for a moment, and that's all. You can spare a moment of your time for your wife, can't you?"
"Honey...." Andy sat on the edge of the bed as if he were giving himself running room, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her sensually naked body in spite of his certain knowledge that delay now would look bad to Judge Granger. "Honey, I'm sorry...."
"Darling, don't I please you any longer?" she asked with sultry pouting, undulating her naked body against his. Her hand encircled his waist and drew away the towel; he had come from the bathroom without his underpants and was now as naked as she. The sight of his soft cock nestled against his testicles incited Gale's passions still more, and of their own volition, her fingers slid slowly over his hips and thighs and dipped down into his loins. Andy gritted his teeth with the delightful sensations of her feather-like touch and the sensuous sight of her salaciously squirming beside him, from her erotic pink nipples downward to the delicate triangle of soft, blonde pubic curls.
"You know you please me, Gale, but-" He abruptly had to suck in his breath, for his wife had caressed his penis. As limp as it had been a second before, it was now throbbing with blood-pumping tingles and growing hard. "No ... Stop, Gale!"
She only softly and stroked his beginning erection with fervent desire. She watched his lengthening manhood rise into full, heated hardness, its blunt cock-head becoming swollen and purplish with arousal. Her mind and loins were a maelstrom of scorching excitement as she caressed her husband's penis, her fingers gently rubbing its thickening length up and down, building her own passions as they created erotic shocks in Andy's groin. God, she wanted him! Her naked body cried out to be merged with his wonderful penis so that the flames of her shamefully prurient desires could be cooled!
"Take me, Andy...." she cooed, still stroking, still massaging with clenching fingers as only she knew how. "God, please make love to me, Andy! Ohhhhh, take me...!"
Andy felt his heart hammering with the beating of her pressured demands, and he felt himself slipping from his self-control, changing from a politician to a lover. Christ, Gale had always affected him this way, even after all their years of marriage! If it only weren't for this damnable trip to Laurentide! Ohhhhh, but Craig Dalston and Judge Granger were waiting for him downstairs! He had to contain himself! He must! He glanced at his wristwatch again with agonized eyes, only to feel his throbbing cock ache with obscene urgency. How could a man deny his basic cravings? He was a man most of all, and as his wife continued to caress his penis and testicles and entwine her hotly panting body around his hips in squirming insistance, he couldn't resist taking her as she wanted.
"Yes ... Yes!" he responded, running his hands over her nakedly straining breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipples into rock-hard buds, and then he moved his right hand down the fleshy valley between her firm, high-set breasts, thrilling from the sight of her pleasure radiating from her face. Her features were almost cherubic in comparison to Helen's, with an air of innocence about them which made his lovemaking all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing passion overcome reluctance of "the first time." And then, his eyes trailing along the path his lowering hand was making, he looked down ... down past the flat, rippling plane of her white belly to the softly curling blonde hair framing her pink vaginal slit. Her tender cunt glistened wetly in the bedroom light, her sexual ferment secreting droplets which formed like mist on her golden pubic hair.
Andy leaned downward, unable to control his longings anymore, and he crushed his mouth against her inner thigh. He tried to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her succulent pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her fevered cuntal lips with yearning heat. Gale moaned but brought her hips up sharply to stop him.
"No ... no ... not there, Andy! Not with your mouth!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her body toward her warm, pliant mouth, opened with supplication. "Kiss me on the lips, darling," she whispered. "Not down there...."
Andy didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved along the length of his wife's nakedly twisting torso and ground his mouth onto hers. This was the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried to show her the erotic arousal lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been sucked by other girls in the past, before he and Gale had met and married, and naturally he wanted his wife to do the same to him.
Yes ... and to also see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the velveteen insides of her cuntal slit in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter-soft mouth of hers sawing rhythmically around his long hard cock while he lapped hungrily at the delectable flesh of her pussy, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed her on the mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot creamy sperm down her throat as he had other throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so. Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and running his tongue-tip around and around her vagina, until finally he plunged his tongue deep into the soft warm cavern of her cunt to soak up its delicious secretions, just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.
But it was not to be, not with as modest a woman as he had married. It had never happened and probably never would, and he knew every action, every motion that they would make, for their lovemaking had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but ... but what? Was it the sameness? Was it the fact that some of the spice he'd enjoyed with other lovers was no longer allowed him by her? Had the original thrill he'd experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife ... but the mystery and exploration were gone....
"Is ... Is there something wrong, Andy?" Gale whispered.
He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft hair. "No ... No, of courte not. I was just thinking how beautiful you are."
"Oh, Andy ... I need you now. I need you inside of me now...."
"Yes...." he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, pressing his lips harder against hers to push back his doubting thoughts. She eagerly strained the full length of her naked body, grinding and pushing, and then spread her legs and thighs wide as he rolled over on top of her, her one hand still firmly around the shaft of his warmly pulsating penis and poising it against the snug mouth of her hungry young cunt. The thin, hair-fringed lips of her innermost desires relaxed with the overwhelming desire for him to enter.
"There, Andy! Right there-now!"
He lunged, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her hotly waiting passage, feeling her quivering vagina greedily clasp around his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of him, and Andy was amazed that she seemed almost wanton, almost abandonedly lost in the world of sexual pleasures. He couldn't understand this change in her or what possibly could have caused its sudden eruption ... but he didn't try, not with her urgently nibbling pussy pressing upwards until the head of his penis was hard against her cervix, her motions of a muscle-spasming nature. She held him tightly, not only with her gripping, smoothly sliding cunt, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his driving hips. He increased his own strokings, fucking into his whimpering wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh God! He wasn't going to be able to last long this time! There were nights when they could make love slowly by the hour, but not now, not after all of her teasing manipulations and the way she was so all-fired passionate now! He was going to reach his orgasm soon ...!
Andy drove deeper and faster into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks, Gale twisting against him, screwing every portion of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly. He gasped and quivered, a fierce storm whirling through his flesh and his penis was sucked up into her wetly clasping pussy and battered her cervix. The eruption of his heated male seed started deep in his testicles....
Gale sensed that her husband was going to cum, feeling his penis swell and strain against the moist flesh of her vaginal walls. She begged:
"Please, not yet, Andy! Not yet! Wait forme!" Her legs splayed wider and her calves locked tightly behind his back as she writhed beneath him on the wildly squeaking bed. "Not yet! Not yet!"
But Andy couldn't wait another second!
He clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that rose in volume as he spurted his heated sperm deep up into her slippery passage. She could feel it surge into her womb in great, gushing tides, on and on as he emptied his spasming testicles ... until at last his jerking cock began to deflate with the lust dregs of his semen. And she was just seconds away from her own climax!
"No! No, darling, noooooo!" she sobbed. But it was useless. She squeezed her buttocks up against his softening penis which had lost its mastery over her flaming emotions, and her bare heels pounded desperately against her husband's spent body. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her still hungrily twitching thighs to lie exhausted beside her. "Andy ... don't leave me like this! Make love to me! Please! Ohhhhhhh!"
But Andy had returned to the world of sanity, his own cumming a satisfied and completed thing. He groaned, seeing that by his wristwatch he'd been gone an abnormally long time to just have packed his bag. But he still had a chance to appease the judge and not be too late-if he hurried. "Honey ... I can't honey. In a little while I could, after I've rested a bit, but there isn't time now, don't you understand?"
"Andy, this isn't fair!" she plaintively whined, gasping at the sensual force tingling in her pussy. "Please ... get hard and make love to me! I'm so close, so very close!"
"Gale! I've never heard you talk or act this way before!" Andy said, taken aback now by his wife's over-sexed reactions. "Stop it and calm down. It won't look too bad to Judge Granger if I can get back downstairs quickly. Help me pack, will you?"
Gale shuddered, torn between the hot salacious desires scorching her cunt and the heavy twinge of shame that flickered through her confused mind from her husband's words. This was no way to behave ... it was wrong, all wrong, and she had to stop! Ohhhhhhh God, she had to stop! She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration and humiliation streaming down the edges of her flushed cheeks. But somehow she managed to still her desperately pulsing body, though ripples of unsated passion still rendered her naked flesh a quaking, quivering mass of helpless jelly. When she was finally able to look around, she saw that Andy was almost dressed in a casual sweater and slacks, his mind already concerned with whatever was the reason behind his trip to Laurentide.
She glanced down at the warm, white semen oozing from her vaginal crevice, and grimaced at the only sign that her husband had shown any interest in her. The searing thought crossed her disturbed and hotly aroused mind that perhaps something had changed Andy's once tender and romantic affection for her, and that he no longer had a genuine concern for her welfare as a person, as his wife. Possibly it was her own fault, her quest for advancement driving him too hard too soon, but more than likely her fears were only figments of an overwraught imagination. They had to be groundless, for if they were true, then he considered her as hardly more than an extension of his political ambitions. And if that were true, then she was hardly better than Helen Dalston, just a pretty doll to be used whenever and however it was expedient. And if it came down to sleeping with the judge in order to grab the senatorial nomination, then she should do so!
Don "t be silly ... It would never come to that....
Andy's vague answer spiraled in her brain until Gale wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Wouldn't it come to that? Ever? If not with Judge Granger, then with some other strange man?
"Gale .,. .?" he said, snapping her tumbling train of thoughts.
"Yes, dear," she sighed in a tremulous voice. "I ... I'm all right now." She slowly moved her legs around and put her feet on the floor. Dizzy and weak, she stood up. "I'll help you pack...."
CHAPTER THREE
The night cast black fingers into Judge Granger's living room, stretching shadows over Gale Bancroft as she sat slumped in an overstuffed easy chair. She gazed across to where the judge and Helen Dalston were together on the couch, animatedly discussing politics, and she sullenly thought that she should have insisted she had a headache and remained in her room.
Feigning a headache had been her first wild impulse two hours ago, when Andy had left with Craig. But her husband had venomously insisted that it wouldn't look right if she didn't go downstairs to see him off on his trip, and show the judge that everything was all happiness and smiles. After that it had been impossible to resist the judge's suave blandishments that they'd soon whip up something for dinner, just as soon as they had a cocktail. Five martinis later, dinner was still nowhere in sight. But as she took a small sip from her glass now, Gale couldn't help feeling grateful for the faint dizziness that swirled through her mind and eased the knots which tied her empty stomach. The tormented woman felt a little guilty at the way she'd been drinking, and she realized belatedly that she was becoming rather drunk. As soothing and comforting as her lightheadedness felt to her, she knew she'd have to ask for coffee the next time around; she was going to have to keep her head tonight....
Judge Granger eyed Bancroft's wife as he talked to Helen, fully aware that the martinis were making her drunk. He continued to explain about the behind-the-scenes activities at the state capitol as if he truly cared about what he was saying to the other woman, but actually he didn't give a damn about politics at the moment. He kept watching greedily while Gale's eyes became waxy and her eyelids drooped a bit, her head nodding occasionally from the strong force of the straight alcohol, and all that filled his crafty mind was the lustful need to fuck her. His penis and testicles ached something fierce to slip inside the sensitive, palpitating cunt of the innocent beauty and plant his thick cum deep inside her tender belly. That ... and other more exciting torture of her lush young body and soul. And Helen would help him, just as she'd agreed to in the kitchen when he'd told her of his plans to rid the house of Craig and Andy, and then delay a dinner until Gale was swacked out of her head with gin and vermouth.
He droned on, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab his forehead. It was very hot in the living room, and perspiration was beading his face, but neither he nor his brunette helper mentioned the fact that the furnace was on full blast. Heat and alcohol, a powerful combination, and part of his plan to seduce the young blonde wife. Planning ... that was the key, just as it always had been in his life.
"In short," he was saying, his brain delving on the obscene fun which he would have in a few more minutes, "In short, the most practical thing would be to let the senators remain responsible for the broadest policies, while the Governor's cabinet take public accounting for their management of daily affairs. What do you think, Mrs. Dalston?"
"I think she's ready, Emerson," she breathed huskily beside him. "Look at her! I bet she couldn't stand up now."
"Mmmmm, perhaps you're right, my dear," the white-haired politician answered in a low voice. "Well, let's find out, shall we? I'll just retire for a few minutes to turn up the temperature another notch, while you begin the ah ... operation." Then, in a much louder tone, he called out to Gale: "Ah, I see your glass is empty, Mrs. Bancroft. Here, let me mix you another. Then we'll have dinner, I promise."
"No ... No, really, I've had quite enough," Gale replied in a strangely thick voice. She tried to unravel her tongue as the judge stood up and came over to her chair. "I've had so much to drink already, and...."
"Nonsense, my dear girl. Why, you've had no more than we have." He plucked the empty stemware from her numbing fingers, chuckling fatherly. "Excuse me, won't you? I'll be right back."
He stepped quickly out of the room, closing a heavy oak door quietly behind him. For a few moments there was only the rhythmic ticking of a large Seth Thomas octagon clock on the far wall, and then Helen rose to walk across and sit down informally on the wide, thick arm of the chair. Gale looked at the other woman, who was smiling in a concerned, worried way, and she smiled back as best she could.
"Something's the matter, isn't it, Gale?" Helen said in a condescending way. "You've been sitting here ever since our husbands left, your face a mask of tragedy."
"Oh ... Oh, it's nothing. I guess I'm just upset over Andy leaving, that's all."
"Of course you are ... just as I'm sad to see Craig go. But it's more than that, isn't it? By the way you've been looking at me and the judge, the way you've been avoiding us, I'd almost think you discovered our little secret!"
The hapless wife opened her mouth in surprise, tried to say something and then caught herself and stopped. It was too embarrassing! Her face a livid color of scarlet, Gale shook her head in denial. "I ... I don't know what you mean, Helen."
"You don't have to be discrete," the other woman said with a calculating smile. "You see, I know you found out. You made so much noise running up those stairs, that it was obvious you saw us together in the kitchen."
"No, no, I...."
"I just wanted to reassure you, Gale. Whatever the judge and I do in private has nothing whatsoever to do with the senatorial nomination."
This was a magnificent and bald-faced lie, Helen thought, and she was pleased how sincerely she delivered it. She never considered that Judge Granger might just be leading her on as well, letting her think that sex with him could influence his decisions. The judge knew how best to motivate her own passions, just as he knew that political aspects had to be downplayed before Gale could be motivated. Once he'd realized Gale had been peeking through the kitchen door, he'd instructed Helen to tell the blonde wife the truth while believing it to be a lie-a classic example of a circle within a circle, the wheels which move politics.
There was a long, terrible silence after Helen had made her statement. Finally the inebriated Gale could contain her emotions no longer. "It ... It's not only that, Helen. It's that you would do such a thing while married. It's just plain wrong!"
"No," Helen answered calmly. "It's no more wrong than when Craig plays around on me, or if Andy went to bed with another girl. I can't regard a person as an exclusive possession, even if I'm married to him, nor that sex is fundamentally dirty and degrading. I like to think of sex as being natural fun and a nice way of passing the time."
"I don't think sex is dirty," Gale shot back. "But I can't see throwing all sense of decency away to rut like an animal!"
"But we are animals, Gale! We're flesh and bones and meat and marrow, and no matter how we're taught to think that sex is something bad, our bodies are wired to enjoy it! Joy is as moral as anything else, and maybe moreso. Joy adds novelty, a beautiful experience to your life without taking away anything from your ability to love on a spiritual level."
Gale tried to clear her mind of the martinis so she could think clearly, but her brain seemed to swim in alcohol, making her dizzy as she thought about what Andy would say if he knew about this indecent conversation. That made her think of her husband, and the insidiously implanted suggestion of Helen's caused her to imagine Andy in some low-lit cocktail lounge, staring at lovely women parading by and getting lewd ideas. If Gale had been a little more sober and a little less upset, she would never have asked the question which now welled up in her mind. But with liquored courage seeping into her soul, she said: "How ... I mean, what happened to make you ...?" She faltered, unable to continue.
"How did I start thinking this way?" Helen prompted. "I don't mind telling you, Gale, because I've learned to be at peace with myself and accept the idea of being a woman. Very few people know this, but I was married before I met Craig. My first husband knew only one position of sex and did that one badly all the time. I had, to put it mildly, strong sexual conflicts. I divorced him, not only because of that, but for all sorts of reasons, and then I met Craig. He took me to some blue movies and when finally I let him make love to me, it was mad and explosive. He released me, and I became aware of what sex could be like. Later I had the opportunity to watch another couple make love, and you know what? I didn't find it ugly as my first husband had taught me. I found it beautiful, and Craig and I did it right there with them. So tonight the judge wants me, and I want him, and we're going to have a ball together. That's all there is to it-but it's quite enough!"
Gale sat dazed, Helen's confession battling with her own concepts. This was wrong, all wrong ... or was it? She remembered how excited she'd become while watching Helen and Judge Granger together, and then later thinking of how they would look naked and mating. She shook her head, confused. So much had happened in so short a time....
The judge walked into the room then, a fresh martini in his hand. He smiled at Gale Bancroft, the naive wife who would never return to her old ways after this night at his mansion, and he saw that this extra drink would not be needed. She was sitting almost immodestly now, her dress hiked up her thighs and her long tapering legs spread slightly apart so he could see up to the little wisp of cloth that separated him from his goal of her pussy. It excited him, and his long thick cock leaped with blood-pounding stiffness, hurting to be released from the prison of his pants.
"Ahhhhhhh, she is ready indeed!"
"If she's not," Helen panted, "I certainly am! I talked myself into a high state of excitement, believe you me!"
"Then let's get started, my dear," Judge Granger said, placing the martini glass down on a nearby credenza. "Right here, right in front of her. She's so bombed, she won't be horrified, only excited. Heh, heh! Let's see how goody-goody she is after she gets a taste of voyeurism, eh? C'mon, Helen-strip!"
This, said in a low undertone which the liquor-dazed Gale failed to hear, sparked a sudden prurient gleam in Helen's eyes. The spark was almost a gloat, indicating a set of obscene thoughts which if the innocent young wife had known, would have sent her screaming out of the house. She stood up and stretched her arms high above her head as if yawning, and then said in a nonchalant voice: "My, Gale, don't you think it's hot in here?"
"Yes," the blonde wife said sluggishly. "Yes, I do."
"In fact, it seems so hot in here to me, that I think it would be nice to shed some of these heavy clothes. Wouldn't you like to? Wouldn't you like to be more comfortable instead of so hot? Wouldn't you, Gale...?"
Gale squirmed restlessly in her chair, her face drawn in a frown. She was overly warm, now that Helen mentioned it ... almost suffocating in her blouse and skirt. But she couldn't take off her blouse and skirt and continue sitting in only a pair of panties and her brassiere. That, she knew, was definitely wrong! "Well, I ... I'm fine the way I am," she replied.
"Suit yourself," Craig Dalston's wife said with a shrug. "As for me, I'm going to make myself naked. Nice and naked and comfy."
"But ... But...!"
"Oh, poo! Don't worry about Emerson here. I told you, Gale, he and I are going to be fucking later on anyway." Helen saw the reaction her obscenity had on the younger woman and smirked to herself. "That's right-fucking! Don't look so shocked, Gale. And you can't fuck with your clothes on, can you? Besides, Emerson has seen me naked before, just like I've seen him naked. Maybe he'll take his clothes off, too. But I don't care if you do or he does, because I plan to no matter what. I'm going to take off my dress right now...."
As she spoke, the seductive brunette began to unzip the back of her tightly fitting shift. She wore only a pair of brief panties beneath it, enjoying the modern trend of braless fashions. The clinging dress rippled to her feet, and she stepped out of it and her shoes at the same time, then inched her panties down over the full roundness of her hips and cast them aside as well. She stood in her naked splendor, her black-haired vagina already gleaming with the secretions of her building excitement. She was, as Craig had often told her, an exhibitionist at heart and could have easily gone into burlesque for a happy livelihood. Her large, meloned breasts were sheened with perspiration, and their nipples quivered pinkish-brown and rigid on their crests. She smiled lewdly at Judge Granger, basking in the heated glow of his eyes as they traveled obscenely over the symmetrical beauty of her mature body. She knew he never ceased to become very aroused by her amorality, and his lustful reactions only spurred her on to still more wantonness.
Still smiling, the naked Helen turned back to see Gale wide-eyed and blinking in disbelief and shock. "You see, Gale?" she crooned delightedly. "I'm not afraid to be a woman. I'm not afraid to show that I'm a woman. Oh, it really is wonderful to be naked this way, Gale...."
Gale swallowed hard, looking up at the expression on Craig Dalston's wife's face. It was one of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and staring at the other woman's obvious ecstasy, the young blonde felt a quickening of her own breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. She tried to turn away in disgust, but she couldn't. She had to look-the blatantly carnal nakedness mesmerized her. Her mind rebelled at the sight of a woman nude and flaunting her sexuality in front of others ... and she knew she should protest ... should get up and leave the room ... but she couldn't. She couldn't move. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the arid, cottony taste. She was drunk and she was vulnerable. As an unwanted tickle of arousal rose in her wetly throbbing pussy, she tried to bank the sexual fires her husband had failed to extinguish earlier. "No...." she finally managed to gasp. "No, maybe for you, Helen ... but not for me...."
"Yes ... Yes, Gale, you would find it wonderful, too, if you'd only let yourself. Look at the Judge if you don't believe me. He's going to take his clothes off now because he finds it wonderful to be naked just like I do. Just like all people do if they had the courage to admit it."
Emerson Granger's mouth was salivating at the prospect of soon fucking this desirable young blonde wife-and at the salacious sight of Helen Dalston's wanton nakedness so provocatively displayed. His penis was already concrete hard in her trousers, crying for release from his encumbering clothes, and he knew he would obey the urgent plea of his manhood in just a few short moments. If Gale Bancroft had not run horrified from the room by now, she was not going to from now on ... not until it was too late!
"Yes, my dear," he said smoothly, addressing Bancroft's incredulous wife. "Yes, I want to get naked, too. Helen is right, you know. And after I'm naked, then we'll do other things. Other things we can only do when naked and excited...."
He unbuckled his pants and zipped down his fly, scattering his expensive clothing every which way in his passion to possess this tender young blonde woman. He popped the buttons off his shirt in his haste to remove it, his hirsute loins churning with excitement at the electric thrill of exposing himself in front of two women at once. Oh God! This was going to be one hell of a night! Never had he wanted to debauch a subordinate's wife as much as he wanted to subject and convert this innocent, wide-eyed little bitch, Gale Bancroft!
Divested of his suit, Judge Granger stretched out supine on the black leather couch, his sixty-five year old cock jutting upward with all the youthful virility of a boy a third his age. His legs were spread wide, and Helen slid down beside the couch in obvious delight, kneeling with her head lowered almost to the tip of his massive erection. He leered across the room at Gale, smoothing his waxed moustache as he told her, "Now watch this, little bird! Watch what Helen does...!"
The naked brunette took his fleshy hardness between her hands and began to rub it lightly with her palms, arousing the evil master of state politics to a fevered pitch. It was all he could do to keep from moaning and writhing under her expert ministrations-but it wasn't time yet, not quite yet ... This had to be done to a perfect timetable in order to keep this sweet nubile Mrs. Bancroft in her drunkenly mesmerized state....
Helen turned her head and spoke to Gale, her legs slightly spread as she sat beside the Judge, the curling dark hairs fringing her warm, wet pussy openly displayed to the other woman. "Have you ever tasted cock, Gale?" she asked.
"Oohhhh," moaned the alcoholic blonde. "Oh, don't talk that way, Helen."
"Have you, Gale? Have you ever sucked Andy's prick?"
"No ... God in heaven, no, never!"
"But it's wonderful, Gale ... more wonderful than being just naked, even! I've been sucking Craig's cock, and I've been sucking the Judge's, too. I like the taste of cock, Gale. It tastes so good ... so good...."
"Nooo!" came the anguished wail of despair from Gale Bancroft. What was she hearing? She shook her head, horrified, trying to clear the fog with which her shock, the martinis and her previous unfulfilled lust was swamping her mind. She had to leave before things got any more obscene and degenerate ... but a weird, masochistic fascination seemed to glue her cringing buttocks to the chair cushion, and she could only moan and quiver from the force of her conflicting emotions. It's a dream, she thought desperately. A nightmare, it has to be a nightmare ... this can't really be happening. Oh, Lord, it can it really be true ...!
But her eyes told it was all true, as they perversely studied the long, rigid penis jutting up from Judge Granger's loins. It seemed to draw her agonized attention like some massive homing beacon, and she choked back a whimper of torment when she saw Helen press her face closer to its pulsating red tip. For a moment, the long thick erection hung precariously close to the brunette's wetly glistening lips ... and then Helen leaned forward, her tongue darting out at the lust-swollen head and lapping up a tiny droplet of seminal emission.
"Ahhh...." Gale heard the other woman sigh lustfully, watching her squirming nakedly on her knees, blissfully loving the taste of the Judge's penis with an almost sadistic joy. Helen obviously wanted that thick hardness and its erotic juices in her mouth and wriggled her hips as she plunged her lips in a firm oval over the pulsating shaft of male flesh before her.
The horror of seeing another man's wife pervertedly sucking Judge Granger's penis sent violent tremors of revulsion coursing through Gale's tipsy brain. The small corner of her head which was still functioning sober screamed for her to run, because this was not a nightmare this was reality! But she didn't obey. Her nerves were shattered, her mind dulled and almost comatose from the large amounts of alcohol consumed on an empty stomach, and her flesh was prickling with a sexual ferment she neither wanted nor understood. The mesmerizing young blonde dimly recalled dreaming of Helen and Judge Granger nakedly together, and now here they were in front of her, almost as if her shameful wishing had made it come true! Guilt flickered through her conscience, the thought perversely exciting her against her will, and she squirmed slightly in the chair. The leather cushion brushed electrically against her sensitive cuntal crevice up between her thighs. She jerked at the unexpected erotic sensation it produced, pressing her legs together to stem the tiny tendril of arousal that had somehow begun in her loins.
"No ... Stop, please I beg of you, stop she mewled. She owed her husband faithfulness, and she realized that just sitting here watching was immoral and a breach of her marriage vows. But she couldn't seem to shake herself free from the increasing thrills of lewd excitement pulsing in her unsatisfied cunt as a result of watching the salacious spectacle of the naked brunette woman sucking on the older man's penis. It was wrong ... all wrong ... but it was so terribly wrong that it completely overpowered her defenses!
"Uuuummm!" moaned Helen around the hardened rod of flesh. She began to suck him with the rhythmic expertise of a harlot, driving the full length of his hotly throbbing penis deep into her mouth, slamming it hard against the back of her throat over and over. Gale could see her wetly ovaled lips working on the thick-veined shaft, watching with glazed attention as the glistening lips of her mouth puckered outward and then back in again as she sawed up and down, up and down. The Judge's hips tensed and jerked upwards into the subserviently kneeling brunette's face, all the hard, throbbing expanse disappearing with each swallow so that only a small stretch of his cock showed white and gleaming with saliva between her compressed red lips. While she sucked, Helen's free hand was tickling and caressing the bloated, hairy sac of the white-haired politician's testicles, her entire face mirroring her rapt desire to milk all of his fiery hot semen and feel it pooling like ambrosia in her stomach.
The humid heavy air of the living room washed over Gale and she wanted to sob with shame. She had never imagined such wicked perversion was possible, though she was seeing it herself and moaning aloud at the lustful woman's sucking. She found to her mortification that her initial horror and revulsion were fading ... being replaced by lewd stirrings of em pathetic response, one woman relating to another, and as she watched, more and more she became consumed with an inexorable excitement that shuddered through her helpless body. She couldn't seem to help herself, she thought drunkenly, and sensed that just as she'd feared for most of the afternoon, she was at heart no better than Helen! She was no better than a whore ... and she groaned in defeat as she felt herself weakening to the taunting throbs rising in her belly and cock-hungry pussy. It was almost as if-Good God, no! It was as if she were getting sexually thrilled! She was sick! She had to be to respond to such a ghastly perversion!
Even as she stared wide-eyed at Helen's mouth slaving feverishly up and down over the burrowing length of the old Judge's penis, the wildly ambivalent thoughts-a battle between her drunken passions and her long-time morality-raced crazily through the young wife's mind. But the utter salaciousness of what she was watching was too strong. Passion was winning and was increasingly all that mattered to her....
Then suddenly, Judge Granger placed his hands against Helen's temples and forced the naked woman to stop sucking his cock. "Enough!" he panted in a wheezing croak.
"Enough ... or I'll cum!"
"Yes!" Helen crooned, the fires of her lust dancing in her eyes. "I want to have you cum in my mouth, Emerson! Yes!"
"No...." The Judge glanced slyly at Gale then, tweaking his moustache. "No, now it's time for still other pleasures ... pleasures that will include our newfound friend, my dear!"
He stood up from the couch behind the still kneeling Helen Dalston and slowly began stroking the throbbing hard flesh of his erection. "Now it's time for Gale to join in...!"
"No! No!" Gale screamed, placing the fists of both hands against her ears as if to blot out the corrupting words. Her buttocks clenched automatically together, and she drew her legs up in a futile defense against the threatened entrance of Judge Granger's cock. But there was nowhere for her to escape with the naked couple closing in and the massive chair holding her in place. She was trapped by her own weaknesses, completely at the mercy of strange, sinister emotions which she had always been able to bury before but which for some unexplainable reason, now seemed determined to take over the control of her mind and body.
"Wh-what are you ... planning to do?" she heard herself ask feebly. "Please, no ... No...!"
"Why, Gale, you're getting yourself upset over nothing," Judge Granger said smoothly in a pretense of pacifying her. He was beside the easy chair now and reached out to touch her arm in an ingratiating way. "Just think how much you enjoy sex with your husband, my dear and how much fun it would be now."
"D-Don't touch me," the terrified young wife groaned, cringing from the older man's fingers, a shrinking tremor surging through her flesh. "Helen ... please' tell him not to touch me. Please...."
Wildly, the frightened blonde wife turned to the naked brunette for support, but Helen returned only a mocking smile. "It's too late, sweetie. You like cock as much as any of us do, only you haven't let yourself admit it before. Well, I want to see you get it. I want to see Emerson fuck your toenails off!"
Fuck! Helen's savage obscenity burned through Gale's swirling mind, and the full impact of letting this evil man make love to her suddenly hit her with the force of a mailed fist in the stomach. She couldn't let him! "Noooo!" she shouted in her agony, and in sheer panic, she jumped from the chair. She had to get out of this awful mess she'd allowed herself to become enmeshed in and had to do it quickly or it would be too late, just as Helen said!
"Nooo!" she cried out again, her body and drunken mind reacting in one last desperate bid for freedom as she lurched past the naked couple toward the massive doors leading to the hallway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gale Bancroft's sudden lunge was erratic and staggering, the hysterical flight of a half-crazed woman. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavered as if supporting a body ten times her size. Judge Granger moved to block her path, and as she tried to rush by, he reached out and had no trouble grabbing her and holding her back.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, writhing vainly in his taloned grip, tears now flowing unrestrictedly from her fear-stricken eyes. "Oh, don't do this to me!"
Languidly, Helen Dalston came closer to stand before the wriggling blonde, and she grinned in cynical delight as she stared at the young wife's squirming body, embraced by the Judge's powerful arms. "We're going to show you a new way of life, Gale," she said eagerly, running her hands over her breasts and squeezing the tender globes. "We're going to show you a better way-and you're going to learn to love it!"
"Oh ... Oh God, the shattered young wife sobbed, piteous and cowering. She never had felt so humiliated or defenseless as right then! "I've been a fool, a drunken fool, but I love my husband and I don't want to deceive him any more than I have already!" She tried to bury her tear-stained face in her hands, but Judge Granger's arms around her prevented this. Instead, she leaned back, her eyes clenched shut and wet, her teeth bared over her straining lips. "I've seen and done enough to be sorry for to last me a lifetime!"
"Gale," Helen whispered insidiously, "Gale, honey, you've barely begun!"
"Stop acting so innocent and virtuous, my pet," the older man chuckled obscenely. "You've been enjoying our little performance, and by the way you're squirming now, I'd say you're still hot to trot!"
The old Judge's taunting words made her fight more desperately than ever, but he was unyielding and she soon sagged against his tightening arms and wept openly, realizing the futility of her struggles. "Oh, please let me go! Please! I'll do anything but ... ,but this! I-I just can't go through with it!"
"As my precious Helen told you, it's too late," he responded with a cold, cruel smirk. "There's a time for being pleasant and a time to get down to the basic facts, and I know you want me to fuck you. You do, deep down in your heart, and damned if I'll let some silly hysteria stand in the w y of a good time for all of us!"
"No! No, I don't want you! I don't want any man but my Andy! I-I never gave you that idea! You're making it up!"
Judge Granger laughed out loud heartily. "I do know, my lovely little one. I've been watching you just as hard as you were watching us, and I've seen your tight little ass squirming with a come-hither welcome. You may not want to admit it yet, but your body already has, and you can't deny it!"
Gale stared wildly around her with watery vision, shocked speechless with horror. She couldn't believe it! How could he be so crude? How could this important dignified judge be so totally lewd and corrupt? She'd once thought he might be a randy old goat underneath-but he was actually a vicious, sadistic satyr, without the least bit of scruples or common decency! He wasn't human, he wasn't even an animal; he was the Devil incarnate!
"Now, come, dear, and take those clothes of yours off and join us, hmmm? Let's see what your wonderful body has to offer when it's naked and displayed!"
Together, Judge Granger and Helen pulled the terrified but emotionally charged blonde woman over to the couch and down lengthwise along its comfortable cushions. Then Emerson Granger started pulling her knees apart so he could slide his hand up under her pleated skirt. Gale spasmed with a deep, gurgling wretchedness in her throat as she felt his lascivious fingers creep along the tender flesh of her inner thighs and pluck lecherously at her thin white panties. She moaned out her humiliation and dread, then groaned in despair and shame as he commenced to prod and stroke along her panty's passion-soaked secretion band, following the protruding, barely covered contours of her vaginal crevice.
"See, my dear, the Judge crooned, "You do want to fuck. You're already wet."
Gale screamed and thrashed, trying to escape.
"Go on and make all the noise you want," Helen told her, easily holding the young blonde housewife down. "We're a long way from the nearest house or road, and even a longer way from your precious husband!"
Gale's body and mind, a swirling craze of liquor and torment, no longer had the strength to protest as she felt Craig Dalston's wife and the naked Judge unbutton her blouse and slip it from around her shoulders. Helen unsnapped her brassiere, exposing her ripely quivering breasts to their lusting gazes, and she heard Granger groan in appreciation as he leered over her trembling nakedness. Then a surging heat inundated her vagina and expanded in her breasts as her skirt was unzipped and ripped from around her thighs. The Judge snagged his fingers in the elastic waistband of her nylon panties, dragging the flimsy material down over her fear-struck hips and legs, leaving her without even this last vestige of protection.
The white-haired man loomed over her, running his hands reverently over her straining young breasts, her flat white belly, her thighs, up and down over her defenseless nudity with eager caresses. His lewd passion increased while he watched the contrast of his bony, liver-spotted fingers moving over the firm, young flesh of her cringing body. Jesus, he'd never seen a woman like Gale Bancroft, not in all his years! His sperm-laden balls throbbed and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into her hot little cunt beneath him without further hesitation. But he couldn't. He'd plotted and waited too long to get her like this, and he had to get the most from it!
The salacious politician held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment in anticipation of when he would skewer his cock deep up between the full pink lips of her twitching vaginal opening. He wanted to demean Gale more than he had already. He wanted to feel her twisting and writhing beneath him, needing him more than he needed her. That would be the ultimate victory over her: a proud young lady who was horrified and repulsed by the sight of his fat old cock, suddenly losing all control over herself, forgetting who she was or where she was in her overwhelming craving to be fucked until she couldn't walk again. Yes ... and while he was at it, he would take that other little bitch down a peg or two-he would force Craig Dalston's brunette bitch of a wife to grovel in masochistic submission until both women acknowledged who their master was! The sadistic thought raced through his loins like a bolt of lightning, and his long years of cunning burned with ideas how best to achieve his ends. By hell or high water, he was going to make these two naked sluts squirm for him ... and like it whether they wanted to or not!
"All right, my proud-assed beauties," the elder Granger said after a pause, "let's get the show on the road! I think it should be girlie-girlie time for a while. You, Helen, crawl up over Gale so that you're both cunt to face!"
Gale gasped at the shame and lewdness of such a depraved command, never having heard of anything so foul or perverted before in all her born days! "God, not that! Never that!" she wailed. "That's even worse than ... than the other, with you!"
Even Helen gasped at the degenerate command. "Emerson, you can't be serious! You mean ... you mean as if we were lesbians?"
"Exactly!" He stood with malicious glee, his erectly pulsing cock thrusting straight out from his loins while his fingers fondled his swollen, heavy sac of testicles. "Look at her, Helen. She's got the tightest cunt I've ever seen. Not for long, I'll grant you that ... but our sweet young Gale has to be made ready first. She's got to be wetter, wet and willing, and that means you, my love. You and that talented tongue of yours!"
"No, Emerson!" Helen shuddered. "I won't make love to another woman! I ... I never have done such a thing as that before!"
"How dare you tell me no, you slut!" Judge Granger abruptly roared, his jowls quivering with indignation. He slapped Helen flat across the cheek, jerking her head to the side so hard she was afraid he'd broken her neck. "You're getting awful uppity lately, and it seems you've got to be taught your place! And I say your place is on your knees over little Miss Purity! You say you want to watch me fuck her toenails off-well, I say I want to watch you lick her twat!"
The naked brunette tried to twist from Judge Granger's explosive rage, but he only slapped her again, this time across the other cheek. "And hurry up about it," he added with a hoarse snarl.
"I'm about ready to blow my wad as it is!"
Gale had lain motionless in terror and shock from the horrible threats both of them had been making. But this last-to make love with another woman-was simply too much for her drunken mind to accept! She reacted to the frightening sight of Judge Granger hitting Helen with hysterical revulsion, and without fully realizing what she was doing, she tried to scramble from the couch. She lifted one leg just as the Judge turned back to her, and abruptly kicking out in terror, she landed her foot heavily in his belly. He was caught by total surprise, and let out a great whoosh of breath, staggering backwards and wind-milling his arms to retain his precarious balance.
"You shouldn't have tried that, my dear," he said in a croaking gasp, rubbing his aching stomach. "No, you shouldn't have tried that...."
He came toward her in coldly composed fury, and Gale shrank back on the couch, her terror-stricken heart leaping into her throat. She saw his beady eyes flickering with anger and cruelty, and knew that any sliver of compassion he'd held before had been completely destroyed. Deep fear gripped her stomach as he reached out for her, and she tried to stiffen her body as he twisted her arm and yanked her forcefully over on her stomach. Then, her one arm held tightly in a painful half-Nelson, she saw out of the comer of her eye as the Judge raised his other hand high in the air.
The hand came down hard against Gale's defenselessly trembling white buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the living room like a rifle shot, followed instantanously by her shrill scream of hurt. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, whimpering against the searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.
The Judge's hand rained down again and again, and again and again she screamed, each time louder and deeper as she felt the burning sting of the bloodless welts he was leaving behind. "Ohhh! Aggg! No more! No more!" The pain was unbearable as he spanked her over and over without mercy, and she knew if he hit her enough she would faint dead away. Her mind was beyond logical reasoning, the only thing which mattered now to her was to escape his horrible punishment.
"No more! I'll do anything, but no more!"
"Say shit, fuck, cunt!" the evil politician demanded harshly.
"Ohhhh, shit! Shit, fuck! Shit, fuck, cunt!" The words spat from her mouth without hesitation, no thought of resistance left.
Helen stared at this obscene torture of Gale with mixed emotions. The sight of Judge Granger's brutal hand savagely smacking the writhing young woman's crimsoned buttocks made her wince with each blow; for the first time that night she felt some pity for the helpless wife who was being subjected to such agonizing vengeance. She rubbed her own reddened cheeks em pathetically, knowing that Gale was squirming there on her stomach feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt in her life before. But the brunette older woman also found herself totally absorbed by the sadistic spectacle of punishment, continuing to watch the obscene discipline with a growing sense of masochistic pleasure. It was the pain ... the pain and the punishment ... and her belly churned with a tremendous charge of sensual excitement. It was arousing her, arousing her almost as much as sucking the Judge's cock had aroused her! Dear Lord, how could it not arouse her?
"Say what you want!" Judge Granger ordered raucously. "Say what you want to do with Helen now!"
"Arrgggg!" Gale shrieked as she felt another blistering spank. "Lick me! Lick me, Helen! Make love to me!"
"That's better," he growled, straightening up. "And just remember, both of you! I swear if you don't do what I want, neither of your husbands will get that senate nomination-but they will find out what you two have been doing here tonight! I'll tell them, so help me Christ, I will!"
"He ... He will, Gale," Helen whispered in a throaty tone. "He'll tell them without hesitation, just to get back at us. Craig could take it, but I don't think Andy would ... and I think Craig would leave me like a shot if he learned I had literally fucked up his chances for the senate."
"Damned right, he would," Judge Granger said, more achingly excited than ever. "Now, roll over, Gale. Roll over so Helen and you can love each other up!"
The piteously sobbing Gale hesitated a second longer, and then slowly moved from her stomach onto her back again. Her naked flesh twitched and rippled, her ass-cheeks a mass of burning pain, but she knew she would eventually give in anyway, and there was nothing left now for her but shameful surrender.
Helen swallowed thickly as she studied the lush young woman waiting for her in whimpering submission. Her eyes moved across Gale's shoulders, then slowly around her proudly upthrust breasts and quivering little nipples. Men were handsome, Helen thought, with their great hard cocks and hot hairy bodies ... but Gale was truly beautiful, soft and creamy-smooth. What would it feel like to touch her satin skin and caress the magic velvet up between her thighs? Her glistening blonde-fringed vagina was almost inviting in its exposure, and the scent of her perfumed secretions seemed to tease the air. As much as she abhored the idea, Helen was finding a strange attraction for the young wife's blushing vaginal lips, and with a helpless sinking sensation, she realized that she was unconsciously desiring to make love to Andy Bancroft's wife. Her own sensuous breasts and pussy were actually starting to throb with response to the immoral idea of kissing that sweetly offered cunt.
"Go on, Helen," Judge Granger urged with breathless anticipation. "Go on...!"
Helen moved closer to the couch, paused with uncertainty, and then impulsively reached down with a hesitant hand to gently caress Gale's left breast. She slowly squeezed the warm swelling mound, feeling the other woman tense in momentary shock at this indignity and try to pull away. But she could feel the nipple stiffen and swell under her massaging touch, and heard the low mewl as Gale slowly yielded and relaxed against her arm.
"Okay, crawl on her!"
"Yes, Emerson," Helen sighed with a smile. "Yes...."
Gale raised her head to watch in helpless fear as Craig's wife crawled along the couch on all fours. She didn't believe Helen would really do it, even though she'd heard her say she would, but then she saw Helen open her legs and straddle her breasts, positioning full rounded buttocks directly over her face, knees pressed tightly to her sides. Staring straight upwards through disbelieving eyes, Gale could see all of the naked brunette's throbbing pink slit from the tiny pouting ring of her anus to the fleshy folds of her wetly gleaming pussy.
"I'm going to like this," Helen whispered greedily, licking her lips as she stared down at the firm white flesh of Gale's trembling thighs. The moist pink crevice of the blonde wife's cringing vagina was presented up to her hungry gaze in abject sacrifice. "Yes, I do believe I am....
Helen slowly placed her palms flat against the sleek insides of the young girl's legs and used her thumbs with a gentle outward motion to part the wetly gleaming flesh and expose the throbbing mouth of Gale's vaginal crevice. She watched it eagerly for a moment-and then with a whimper of desire, dropped her head and buried the entire length of her tongue deep up inside the warmly perfumed walls of the golden-fleeced cunt.
"Ohhhhh Helllleeeen! No, don't do itttt!" Gale cried out. "Not that! Not down there!
Nooo!" Her head was still raised off the cushion, and she watched in horrified disbelief as Helen's face rocked in lewd delight down between her widely splayed thighs. A soul-searing moan escaped from deep inside her tormented chest, her naked buttocks grinding despairingly down into the cushions as she attempted to evade the salacious assault.
"Oh please, please Helen don't!" she mewled, forgetting in her shame and anguish that only moments before she had reluctantly told Helen to lick her exactly as she was doing now. The only answer to the piteous protest was a hum of pleasure and a further stab from the hotly flicking tongue which was licking without mercy at her defenseless vaginal slit. Tiny goose bumps rippled across Gale's heaving breasts, tears of shame welling up in her eyes as she listened to the lewd wet sucking nosies being made between her wide-stretched legs. Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms of carnal pleasure coursed through her raw nerve endings.
"Ohhhh, this is too terrible to believe!" But even as her moaning voice tried to deny it, she was forced to accept the humiliating fact that her love-starved body was slowly deserting her. The cruel impact brought further cries of horror, not only at the thought of the obscene act being committed to her defenseless genitals, but at the still more frightening and wicked thought that she was actually learning to enjoy it! The blonde young wife clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her strength against the tiny flaming sparks of desire which threatened to burst into uncontainable fire and incinerate her drunken, helpless soul. But it was a losing battle as Helen Dalston became even more animated in her tongue fucking, licking ceaselessly at her naked wet cunt below.
The brunette seductress insinuated her pinkly fluting tongue deeper up into the hot quivering sheath of Gale's now moistly welcoming pussy. She could feel the silken pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her nose and sides of her cheeks as the blonde wife ground her buttocks in unwilling rhythm. It was delicious! Helen thought delightedly, becoming increasingly excited from the uncontrollable contortions of Gale's pleasure-filling body. Somehow she'd always been afraid of sucking another woman's vagina, and only moments before Emerson had slapped her silly because she'd denied herself this sublime heaven! Damn, she was wrong! And the ol' Judge may think he was forcing her to do this to degrade her ... but he was wrong too! She wanted to lick pussy now; lusted to tongue Gale into erotic defeat just as she loved sucking Judge Granger's cock!
Gale Bancroft squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Helen's wildly flicking tongue and lewdly sucking lips until she was afraid her heart would pound right out of her chest! Between her thighs was one mass of burning wet sensitivity, growing increasingly intense with every passing second, spiraling up until it threatened to devour every inch of her heated flesh. She rolled her head from side to side, imprisoned between the flexing thighs of the hunching woman, and stared deliriously up at the tendrils of dark pubic hair and moistly swollen vaginal flesh which hovered only inches above her contorted face.
Gale had never considered another woman's genitals as particularly appealing ... but as Helen continued to lave her tongue deep into her own eagerly accepting cunt,, the lewdly entrancing sight above her grew with qualities of sheer beauty. She tentatively brushed her fingers over Helen's softly trembling stomach and saw that it made her writhe and moan excitedly, and she saw little drops of clear lubrications moisten the coral edges of the brunette's vagina. Helen's skin felt warm and smooth-satiny when compared to a man's-and Gale allowed her fingers more freedom as she was captured by her own obscenely rising sensations, playing her gentle hands hesitantly over the curvaceous body kneeling above her, and caressing its firm, rounded thighs and buttocks.
She heard a muffled sob for more, just as Helen bent lower and kissed the tingling bud of her clitoris, nipping it with teeth to send the nerve ending into full throbbing erection. Uncontrollable delight surged through the young blonde wife, causing her nakedly trembling buttocks to surge off the couch in automatic response, and she wasn't able to suppress the tremendously arousing sensations that burst up from between her spasming loins. It was too much to deny, and there was nothing she could do as her drunkenly agitated passions overrode any concern for right or wrong. The insistently sucking mouth and lips on her shamelessly aroused vaginal flesh were sweeping her away in mind-blanking ecstasy!
Helen felt the young wife responding in full sensual abandonment, and that spurred the wanton woman on. Ripples of carnal desire coursed through her as she dwelled on this new perversion she was learning to adore, and she clutched Gale's ivory buttocks with grasping fingers, tangling her increasingly voracious tongue into the golden fleece of pubic hair. She tasted the delicious piquancy of the tender young pussy flesh and cuntal secretions, and felt her own naked body burgeon with lewd hungers too volatile to control.
"Kiss her back now, Gale!" Judge Granger commanded in panting salaciousness. "Suck Helen's twat like she's sucking yours! Oh Christ, this is fantastic!"
I can't ... I can't ... Gale's tortured mind screamed. She quivered all over the entire length of her body from his incredibly vile order. But she couldn't seem to stop herself, even as her brain told her not to, and she timidly pressed her tongue and lips up into the warm cleft of the other woman's wetly quivering pussy. Burying her head slavishly up between the gently trembling thighs, the aroused young woman surrendered the last of her defiance, and smelled the feminine aroma which wafted from Helen's warmly perfumed cunt. Her own saliva-slick vagina ached with the twin devils of the obscene mouthings upon it and the increasing excitement of her own inexcusably lewd actions.
"Ohhh Gale! Gale, that feels so goooood!" she heard Helen cry in a tiny, muffled voice. "Ohhhh, honey, don't stop! Don't stop!"
"It can't be ... it can't be happening this way...." she groaned to herself in undisguised humiliation. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting moment while she kissed and tongued, but it was overcome by the wonderfully fresh taste of Helen's heavily secreting pussy, and she felt it respond by pushing demandingly downwards against her face. The carnal surges of forbidden pleasure were growing ever stronger as the wide-splayed tightness of her own throbbing cunt was hungrily consumed, and uncontrollably, she licked wetly gleaming trails of desire all the way from Helen's tiny anus to her erected clitoris, taunting the elastic vaginal entrance with her stabbing tongue as if it were a virile penis. With increasing abandon, she screwed her buttocks in small grinding circles so she could feel all of the wicked oral rape of her own hopelessly stimulated flesh, shuddering with shameful delight as the lewdly tonguing woman above her teased every fractional inch of nerve-tingling flesh. Ohhh ... she had never known anything like these sensations ... they were so different, so sinfully desirable ...!
Gale moaned in utter defeat, for suddenly there was nothing else in her world except the lashing wet serpent which was so mercilessly invading her passion-drenched vagina, and the tender squirming delicacy of Helen's cunt which she was sucking and licking voraciously in return. Forgotten was the horror and degradation that it was a woman with whom she was sharing this lesbianic love; forgotten now was the naked presence of the lewdly grinning Judge Granger. All that mattered to her were the wild riveting shafts of pleasure that were piercing through her blood and bones like spasms of electrical current. And drunkenly she acquiesced to them, groveling in their perverted wickedness as she sought mindlessly to reach her nearing climax....
The Judge could sense that Gale was about ready to cum from the wild abandoned tempo of her body. He knew it was time, time to ram home his loggerhead penis up into her innocent belly. He wanted to feel her tight young pussy throbbing around him when she reached that climax which was so close now, and wanted to explode inside her young white belly in concert to her own cries of fulfillment. He lusted to fill her full of his heated sperm until she would never forget this night for as long as she lived. The prim and prissy bitch, he'd show her what fucking was all about and how good it could be! He'd stuff her so completely with his long hard cock that she'd never be satisfied with that do-gooder husband of hers!
"Make room for Daddy!" he shouted, elbowing the still slaving Helen from her hunched-over position. "Your tongue is talented, my dear, but it's not in the same class as my pecker!"
Helen raised her face and grinned obscenely at Judge Granger. Her mouth and cheeks were moist and glistening from her own saliva and the blonde wife's heady secretions. She wriggled her buttocks down hard against Gale's wildly licking face, feeling Gale's wiggling tongue slide all the way up her belly and to her breasts.
"Ohhhh ... oh, but this is fine, Emerson! You really turned me on to something great, you old bastard!"
"Get off now! Quick, get off!" Shit! He was having a hard time controlling his pulsing cock until Helen got her ass off Gale! "Get off before I throw you off!"
Helen moved reluctantly from the couch, but with a wicked gleam to her eye, she knelt down beside the glistening features of her woman lover and hissed: "Tell Emerson what you want now, Gale. Go on ... Tell him like you told me before!"
Gale sobbed and whimpered in humiliation and rippling sensuality. She'd been so close, so close to orgasm, even closer than earlier when Andy had left her hanging unfulfilled. But she couldn't, just couldn't do what Helen wanted ... it was too humiliatingly lewd to form into words! "No, don't make me," she pleaded, cringing on the couch. "Please don't!"
"Yes! Tell me!" The Judge snapped down at her as he clambored heavily onto the couch between her legs. "Tell me!"
Gale groaned in anguish, almost delirious from the suckings on her pussy and the lewdness of kissing Helen's vagina in unrestrained reaction. But she clenched her teeth together, unable to comply with the obscene command of the two naked people hovering over her. And yet ... even while she fought her sanity, the lurid dam inside her burst. Eager and desperate mewlings poured from her lips, as she knew her plight was hopeless, the pleasure too sensational. Her mouth opened and closed as soul-consuming flames of lust and desire burned up from her hungrily twitching cunt, and she was no longer able to fight the passions which had been sent racing out of control through her inebriated flesh.
"Do it ... do it ... yes, do itttt...." she babbled frantically.
"Do what?" Helen teased, and Judge Granger grinned down from where he squatted on his knees between Gale's wide-splayed thighs. "Yes, Gale, tell us what you want Emerson to do!"
"F ... Fuck me! Please, oh please fuck me!" Gale's whole tormented soul shuddered under the lash of her self-defilement, but she was cognizant of nothing save her own obscene pleadings. "Fuck me, Judge! Fuck mmmmeeeee...."
The final shards of her marital vows dissolved into dust as Gale felt her ankles grasped by the Judge's trembling hands. She groaned at the force of his powerful grip, and looked up through narrow, lust-smoked eyes at the flushed, jowled face leering down at her from between her uptilted legs. The cruel bestial need which smoldered in his eyes momentarily froze her quivering body into stillness. She lay immobile while he levered her unresisting legs higher off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her naked feet harshly into the cushions on either side of her head. Her tortured body was nearly bent back double, the pain in her straining muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flat plane of her moistly suckled pussy was presented like a sacrificial offering to the brutal older man as he poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles to the couch.
The anguished blonde wife was torn between the hot desire kindled in her frustrated cunt and the quick twinge of shame and fear that flickered through her confused, liquored thoughts. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration and indecision streaming down her cheeks as she spied his long thick penis aiming directly for her helplessly exposed vagina.
"Well?" the Judge taunted the nakedly squirming woman held in the lewd position beneath him. "Tell me again, bitch! Beg for it!"
"Fuck me," Gale hissed through clenched teeth, the obscene fire licking through her naked loins spurred on by the very wretchedness of her position. Through glazed, heavily lidded eyes she could see Helen standing beside her, but the brunette was no longer important to her-the blaze of unfulfilled lust raged like a forest fire through her madly pulsing cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me with that fat old cock of yours, you randy goat-but fuck me good!"
Judge Granger grinned lewdly, never having been called a randy goat before, and dropped heavily down on the nubile blonde wife twisting erotically beneath him. His fleshy erection speared savagely up between her wide-spread pussy lips and into her greedily waiting belly like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting, soft, warm folds of her tender inner flesh before its cruelly invading head.
Gale twitched and writhed her welcome of his thick punishing cock as he ground his hardness deep up into her receptive cunt. Her face contorted and cries of ecstasy burst from her lips. His penis pummeled her cervix, probing deeper and deeper, past where even her loving husband had ever been. Forgotten were the remnents of her shame and perversion in her actions; forgotten were Andy, her marriage, today, tomorrow ... everything except the dark well of her lust. She wanted to be fucked this way; she wanted to be subjected to any further indecencies these two horrible people could devise for her. Her initial whine of passion changed to whimpering pleadings to be hurt, to be torn apart, to be ruined forever by the heavily panting man fucking so diabolically into her. He was filling her fevered vaginal passage with his merciless sword, and she wanted to be brutally mauled as punishment for being the slut she'd become. She wanted to be savagely raped until he shot off his hot white cum to fill her womb, for that was all there was in her senseless world of lust and perversion. She was lost now, just as she'd feared she might become earlier that afternoon ... Lost! She could never be the same loving, innocent wife ever after this, and she no longer gave a good Goddamn, either!
"Hot damn, would you look at Gale climb your prick!" Helen said, eyes ogling the heaving blonde woman. "I never imagined she'd go this far out of her mind with fucking!"
"Jeezus! She is tender and tight!" groaned the old politician as he surged and thrust his penis into her firmly clasping cunt. "I could fuck her to death!"
"Fine by me," Helen smirked. "She's been Mrs. Pure-Heart too long as it is, far as I'm concerned!"
The defiling obscenities only came through Gale's haze dimly, and she became something inhuman as she pumped in lewd rhythm to the Judge's wildly skewering penis thrusting in and out of her ecstatic cunt. "Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Judge! Fuck me haarrrddd!"
The Judge slipped his hands beneath her nakedly churning buttocks and raised them still further on his straining hardness. Gale moaned incoherently and wound her warm, smooth legs around his back, and the velvet walls of her pussy clasped his rigidly pumping cock until she could feel every inch of his hot sliding shaft. She was insane as she'd never been before, completely surrendering to the lure of sexual appetite, and her drunken mind reveled in her new-found wickedness.
"Hell, look at her twat nibble at you, Emerson!" Helen gasped. Through crazed, flickering eyes Gale saw the naked brunette lying on the floor beside them, the woman's eyes feasting on the close-up of Judge Granger's rock-hardened penis screwing into her desperately sucking cunt. The blonde-haired wife had her legs spread wide and her ankles locked high above the Judge's straining shoulder blades. Her full pubic area was wide and exposed before Helen's view, from clitoris to anus, the stretched vaginal slit a proud, inflamed pink.
Helen, aroused beyond measure by this erotic scene, began to masturbate. Her fingers plunged crazily in and out of her gaping cuntal orifice as she struggled for breath, her face never far from the lewd, carnal drubbing of penis into vagina. "Ram it to her, Emerson!" she grunted. "Ram it to her hard!"
The words lashed at Gale, for the thrashing body of the other woman was sending still more messages of lewdness through her. That throbbing cunt was less than six inches away, the couch wide and low and without legs, and Helen was lying with her head toward the grinding loins of Gale and the Judge. Gale felt her senses slip another notch ... and for the first time she didn't resist her prurient lusts. She did what her body demanded her to do. Twisting slightly, she bent her shoulders and head that scant half-foot....
"Sheeiiit!" gaped Judge Granger from above her. "She ... she wants to suck your cunt some more, Helen! Let her! God damn it! Let her suck your cunt while I fuck her." He was whipped to still further pile-driving surges by the obscenity of the menage a trois that this once-haughty, once faithful little wife had instigated on her own!
Urged on by the fucking of her insatiable cunt, Gale felt the overwhelming passion to pay Helen back in kind. She lusted to suck the brunette's beautiful cunt until Helen screamed for fulfillment as she'd been forced to, and in her zealous mind, her action became almost one of revenge. She dipped down until she could run her ovaled lips over the moistly presented pussy slit, and Helen removed her fingers hurriedly and lifted her buttocks so that Gale's entire mouth could engulf her sensitive flesh. She wanted the helpless wife of Andy Bancroft to make her cunt spasm into orgasm, and her hands gripped the blonde's sensuously dancing breasts and squeezed the tender globes with sadistic strength, her brain lost in the heat of the sensations rolling from her vaginal crevice. She wanted it ... Oh God, she wanted it!
Gale's twin centers of desire drove her on. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop either her mouth or her pussy. Her belly danced with relentless excitement and her hot-walled vagina gripped around Judge Granger's plunging cock like a warmly clenching fist, while his cum-filled testicles pounded an erotic tattoo against her nakedly upthrust buttocks.
The Judge dug deeper, wedging Gale's thighs still further back, his lust-hardened penis fucking into her like a locomotive gone mad. Then Helen, the sucking lips on her pussy driving her to raw, naked insanity, rocked back and forth on the carpet and wailed, "I ... Ohhhhh, I'm cumminnnnnggggg!" She jerked and twisted insanely beneath the oral drubbing of the wife. "Suck me harder, Gale, suck me harder!" And her wetly orgasming cunt spilled out with the juices of her climax. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Judge Granger fucked into Gale's frantically rippling pussy, the lewd cries and moans egging him on with volcanic heat. Gale cried out from the increasingly brutal impalement-her voice muffled-but her greedily clasping vagina locked down around his rutting penis and slithered up wetly to devour still more of its drilling shaft. She was cumming too, and sweat was pouring from her flesh as she strove mightily for the orgasm which had for so long evaded her ... it was so close, so very, very close ...!
"Fuck her! Fuck her, Emerson, oh fuck her hard!" she heard Craig's wife encourage, but Gale could understand no more than the tremendous roar of a distant tidal wave as her naked young body stiffened, then rose in an erupting crescendo of light and fire. "Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh, I'm cumming!" the convulsing blonde girl cried out, filling the humid living room air with her screamings and the honeyed scent of her exploding sex. She was only vaguely aware that at the same time she was being filled with gushes of hot molten sperm from the Judge's wildly jerking cock, ejaculating its long-awaited release up into her belly.
Minutes later, when her climax had abated, she felt the lewd need for sex arising again inside of her, but there seemed nothing for her now but the blackness of euphoric unconsciousness. Her humiliation, pain, and suffering disappeared temporarily as .she finally gave way to endless dreams of erotica, and she slept peacefully on the couch, unaware of the torment and self-loathing that would confront her when she awoke and finally managed to stagger naked to her bedroom in the early dimness of the morning dawn.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gale Bancroft stood naked and trembling before the large gilt-edged mirror over the bedroom dresser. Both hands clutched the ornate surface of the bureau in an effort to steady herself, a throbbing hangover causing excruciating pain just over her left eye. The young blonde wife stared tragically at her reflection, wincing from the lances of morning sunlight which were thrusting through the slats of the Venetian blinds as if they were probes of a condemning world.
"God, I didn't ... I didn't really," she moaned thickly. "I must have dreamed it. I must have...."
Yet heavy lines marred her fresh skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply in their red-rimmed sockets as though she'd aged a decade in the short space of a single night. She looked down at her curvaceously nude body and saw the mass of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, pink-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration with her fingertips proved to be exceedingly painful. She tried to tentatively feel between the swollen, inflamed lips of her vagina, but quickly withdrew her hand with a shudder as she touched the dried and alien sperm which matted the soft blonde strands of her pubic hair. She hadn't dreamed it; she'd lived it! As much as she desired to ignore the truth and its consequences, the evidence still blanketed her pussy like a lewd cover of shame. Judge Granger's obscene cum is still pooled up in my belly, Gale thought miserably. Oh God, I did ... I DID!
Andrew Bancroft's wife swayed on the verge of fainting, groaning with her eyes clenched shut as blood rose in her cheeks with the flush of recollections. She remembered now the vivid sight of the Judge's naked body, his thick pulsing cock and heavily swaying testicles battering against her uptilted loins on the couch ... and of Helen Dalston, taut-breasted and desire hot in her eyes, her brunette pubic hair a moist fleece around her pink cuntal slit and creamy smooth inner thighs....
Helen. The name of Craig Dalston's wife was like a cancer in Gale's tortured mind. The thought of that bisexual bitch and the flagrantly lewd acts she had performed on Gale's flesh, of her willingness to have that bestial old politician seduce the heretofore faithful wife, her constant desire for further perversions ... what possessed Helen to do such things? Did she hate Gale so much because their husbands were possible rivals that she would eagerly participate in such depraved indignities-was there something sick in her nature which enjoyed the humiliation of others?
Then, with an anguished mewl of realization, Gale remembered that she, herself, had been drawn by the sight of Helen and the Judge naked, Helen sucking his monstrous penis. She'd been repulsed at first, but then she had watched with increasing fascination, her own frustrated passions unleashing spontaneously, permitting the Judge and Helen to take possession of her hungry body. She was no better than they, merely newer at the games; had not her own body bucked and twisted in its own lustful fulfillment beneath her molestors? Had not she actually instigated some of the corrupting forms of sexual delight? God yes ... she had ... she had...! She had not merely succumbed to their perverted advances, but had given herself willingly and wantonly, and what had happened was as much her own fault as anybody's. The fact of the matter was that she'd been completely enslaved by the ugly but delicious sensations which had been sent coursing through her seemingly helplessly trapped body. Had she been the strong, moral woman she had always considered herself to be, the entire revolting incident would never have occurred.
God, she was so desperately ashamed! They had truly reached her animal instincts before they were finished with her, making her beg shamelessly for cock, any cock, to salve the burning fires in her uncontrollably lusting vagina ... a vagina which until last night had never known a man other than her loving husband. How ironical it was that she'd pleaded for Judge Granger to fuck her-yes, and fuck was exactly the right word to use in this instance-without once considering its impact on the senatorial nomination! How foolishly worried she'd been about that earlier the same afternoon, a silly time which now seemed to be centuries ago! She'd accused Helen of being a whore then, but at least a whore has the common sense to strike a bargain, while she'd given everything away free! She'd even been suspicious that her darling Andy wouldn't mind if she bedded the Judge if it meant the nomination for him-and then she had without him being the slightest bit aware of it!
Andy ... oh God! What was she going to tell him about last night? She couldn't let her body's betrayal be forgotten; neither her mind nor conscience would allow that. She had the wild desire to find a phone and call her husband, to confess all to him and purge her sickened heart ... but what could she say? Andy was somewhere in Laurentide, talking politics and his mind totally filled with facts and figures and pursuasion. Even if she were able to locate him somehow, how could she explain? Gale tried to compose possible words in her head, becoming almost ill as the bitter memories stirred within her. Each time she thought of things to say to him, she realized that what she truly wanted to tell still would not come.
Andy would never understand, she finally had to admit ruefully. She was incapable of properly explaining long-distance, and she had the withering fear that he'd hear her shame and guilt that so plainly quavered in her voice. Then there'd be a confrontation, not even face-to-face, and he'd be repulsed by the kind of woman she'd allowed herself to become. He'd brand her a slut, and rightly so, and would leave her as she deserved. No ... divorces look bad on a politician's record; he would stay with her and devote his time to punishing her, locking her out of his heart and life. Never again would she be able to curl up in his lap and playfully nip his ear with girlish innocence. It would be a penance she could never bear.
That much was settled. Andy, her unsuspecting, trusting husband, must never discover the horrible secret of the previous night. The appalling truth must stay locked within her soul, there to remain hidden forever as far as she was concerned. Time, she prayed, would eventually seal the vicious episode in some dark recess of her mind's farthest corner, there to heal until only a minor scar remained to remind her it had ever happened. Even the police were out. Judge Granger wielded too much power for the authorities to act on her word alone, and to go to them would force her to admit her own wretched part in the affair ... the Judge would be untouched and she would be ruined publicly. Oh God, she had never felt so alone, so helpless before in her life!
Her eyes moistened, but Gale refused to let the tears flow. There was a time for crying and a time for facing up to the situation bravely, for life went on and somehow she had to find the strength to move with it. She had a husband and his career to consider, and these were by far the most important elements to her existence. But she was still faced with the torturous problem of how to cope with her predicament. She had to do something about it ... but what?
"Leave here," she told her image in the mirror. She raised her chin with newfound courage, firmly eyeing her reflection. "There's simply no use hoping for another way."
It was a chancey decision, for no matter how dignified she made her exit, it would look strange to Andy when he returned. There could be no half-crazed running away, for then the truth behind her flight would surely leak out under his persistent questioning, but neither could she stomach being alone in this horrible house until he came back. The Judge would probably award the senate nomination to Craig Dalston when he found her gone, but it couldn't be helped. At least the reason would remain unknown, and for the first time Gale was beginning to perceive that there were other values more important than advancing her husband's career.
Perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to have her life and marriage compromised that still fought determinedly in her heart. Whatever it was, Gale knew deep within herself that the only chance she had was to keep away from the Judge before he tried to force her to surrender her body again to his sadistic desires.
Her mind made up, Gale hurried into action. The first thing she did was take a scalding-hot shower, to purge her loins of the old man's semen which still clung to her golden pussy curls. She stood fast in the tiny shower stall and mercilessly scrubbed her soiled body under the cascading streams of steaming water, and then briskly dried herself as if she were heaping still further punishment on her tingling skin. She padded naked into the bedroom again and dressed quickly, wanting nothing more urgently than to hide all of her betraying flesh from view. She quickly snapped on a clean brassiere and fresh white panties, choosing a light green blouse which buttoned to the throat and a full, wide skirt which her husband had once described as "innocent-looking" and "totally lacking in sex appeal"
Still her head throbbed with the after-effects of her drunken orgy and the self-loathing which permeated her thoughts. Rubbing her forehead, Gale slipped into a pair of low-heeled flats and walked to the door. She peered down the darkened hall, but heard nothing. The Judge and Helen, wherever they were, seemed still to be sleeping. A quick glance back to her two suitcases open on the bed; a pause of indecision ... no ... it would take some time for a taxi cab to reach the Judge's estate, she thought. Better to phone one first and then return to close the cases. It would mean that much less time under this wretched roof.
The trembling blonde wife closed the door behind her and tip-toed down the wide stairs until she reached the ground floor. It was moments like now when she bitterly wished she had learned how to drive, but it was too late to rectify that now, and at least she knew there was a telephone in the judge's study from which she could summon a cab. She waited beside the study door with bated breath, making sure nobody was aware she was moving about, and then quickly ducked inside and shut the door behind her with a gentle click.
The phone was on the judge's leather-covered desk, sitting on top of a bent-leaved phonebook. Gale tiptoed to it, snatched the book from underneath and rapidly thumbed through the yellow pages. The book was thin, the yellow page section almost miniscule, since the only town anywhere nearby was Quincy, which was hardly more than a village nestled at an interchange of two highways. There was one taxi, which was named, quite naturally, Quincy Cab Company. Fingers trembling, she dialed the number; there was a series of clickings, and then she heard the distant ringing of the phone at the other end.
Oh please ... please let someone be there ... please don't be away or closed ... please, just one driver....
"Quincy Cab Company, Rasmussen speaking."
"Hello? This is ... ah, can you come out to Judge Emerson Granger's estate immediately? I must go to town."
There was an extended pause at the other end of the line and all the poor blonde wife could hear was heavy breathing. Then: "Well-I don't rightly know, Ma'am."
Gale's heart skipped a frightful beat. "What? What do you mean?"
"Well, it's like this. I've got a standing agreement with the judge, I'm afraid, whereby I only bring my cab out there if n he needs it, and he only needs it if n he calls. If n you see what I mean, Ma'am."
"You mean ... You mean you won't come out here to pick me up?"
"Not unless I hear him tell me to. I'm sorry."
"But you must!" She sucked in her breath, mentally clutching at straws. "Judge Granger said for you to!"
"Well now, then he won't mind telling me so personally, will he? If you'll just put him on the wire...."
"But ... But he's busy at the moment, very indisposed! He'll be very angry if you don't drive out here, believe me!"
"Well now, that's a chance I'll just have to take, I suppose. But I don't see how he can get too all-fired upset if I stick to the agreement we have, instead of countermanding express orders on my own. I'm paid to do my job, not to think. Oh-excuse me, Ma'am, but there's a customer just coming. Anytime you want a cab, Ma'am, you just have the judge let me know."
The line went dead, and Gale sobbed softly into the receiver for a moment before dropping it back to the phone cradle. Wild thoughts of running out of the house and into the woods seized her, but where would she go? In what direction? This was her first time here, and the despairing young wife was totally unfamiliar with the rural area. If she ever got lost in the acres of thick forest which surrounded the grounds, she might never be found! Follow the driveway to the main road? Flag down a passing motorist? Dear Lord, how would she possibly explain her apparently insane actions? To draw any attention to herself would be tantamount to confessing all to her husband! And for the sake of the marriage and Andy's career, she had to keep her cool. Somehow she had to find the strength and means to outlast this nightmare and stop things from getting any worse. It added up to one conclusion:
She was trapped. Dear God, she was trapped on this evil estate!
Gale slowly turned and walked out of the study, then down the short length of hallway and through the massive doors leading to the living room. She stood for a moment in hapless depression, surveying the room, which still resembled a battlefield. A black leather couch cushion was on the floor. Somehow a lamp had overturned, and the silken shade had a big dent in it. Clothing was strewn the entire length of the green carpet like casualties, and she recognized her own "dead soldiers"-her pleated skirt wrinkled and stained, heaped in a wad; her torn bluse with its lifeless arms outstretched, flung there by greedy hands; her brassiere and panties, pale ghosts where they had fallen during her wild orgiastic strip.
The unpleasant memories the silent room evoked were too much for the shame-filled wife to take. She sagged against the walnut credenza next to the entranceway, her elbow almost knocking over the extra martini the judge had mixed for her and never given her. Never needed, she thought wryly, looking at the stemmed glass and its transparent liquid. She snatched the glass up with groping fingers and downed the strong drink in a single gulp. She felt the warm gin and vermouth burn all the way to her churning stomach. It made her feel slightly sick until she thought of having to stay in this house with Judge Granger and Helen until her husband arrived, and then almost coughing it up, she made a supreme effort and held the liquor down. She hoped the stiff jolt of alcohol would help calm her nerves for the next few hours ... hours in which she could do nothing except wait, hope, and pray.
"Well, good morning, my little one," a familiar voice purred from behind her, snapping her thoughts as she whirled around.
Judge Granger stood framed in the hallway, wearing felt bedroom slippers and an antique mandarin robe with a gold-thread dragon woven into the rich embroidery. The robe had two pockets and a wide silken collar and a braided cord which was fastened in a loose knot around his portly middle. As usual he was impeccably groomed, his white hair a gleaming silver and his moustache freshly waxed. Now, one hand casually in a pocket and the other smoothing his moustache, the rakish politician smiled almost smugly and added:
"I see you're up early, and looking bright and chipper."
The martini glass dropped from nerveless fingers, crashing on the living room carpet. Gale took a fearful step backwards, almost as if the judge were coming at her with a knife. "Wh-What are you doing here?" she stammered, knowing how inane she sounded even as she said it.
"This is my house, I believe. My house ... and you are my guest, my very special guest. After last night, in fact, I'd have to say you are one of the most special guests I've ever had the pleasure of entertaining."
"What are you talking about?" She felt her heart pumping frantically, terrified that he might discover she'd tried to phone for a taxi, or worse, try to repeat last night's wicked performance. How could a man his age be so sinfully lusty?
"Ahhhh, aren't we Mrs. Goody Two-Shoes this morning," the judge chuckled with a glint of evil in his eyes. "What am I talking about, indeed! As if you don't remember how you wanted to be fucked, and how you licked Helen's sweet tasting twat until she was cumming along with us."
"Stop it! Stop!" she gasped, and brushed newly forming tears from her reddening eyes. "It was all a mistake, a terrible mistake! I was drunk. It wasn't my fault...."
"Now please, Mrs. Bancroft, don't insult my intelligence. You might have had a few martinis on an empty stomach, but you weren't all that drunk! You loved it ... ,you loved every damned minute of it, and you know it. That's what I mean by saying you're one of the most special women I've had here. You are one of the few truly great natural talents I've met, my dear, and believe me, I've met my share of them over the years."
"But it ... It was the first time I've ever done anything like that," Gale whimpered. "I love my husband, I've never been with any other man other than him."
"Ahhh, that's my whole point, don't you see? Helen is a magnificent fuck, but her prowess has been learned and practiced to a peak, while your skill just naturally comes out. Far superior to my mind, adding a certain whole-hearted support and fresh enthusiasm to the occasion, don't you think?"
"Oh ... Oh God!" Gale wailed and covered her face with both hands. Her full, tautened breasts jiggled provocatively as she cried with wracking sobs, and watching them, Judge Granger felt a slight swelling begin to rise in his loins. Dear Jesus, this succulent little blonde would be the death of him yet! He could still see in his mind's eye how Gale had looked when he'd finished screwing her last night, sprawled nakedly open on the couch, her satin legs wide-stretched on either side and her arms dangling doll-like over the edge. Her belly had been filled with his hot, sticky semen, and her wet matted pubic hair had glistened obscenely in the room's lighting, the insides of her creamy thighs smeared with his white ejaculations.
The lewdly erotic memories stirred the heat in his blood, causing his throbbing cock to jerk to life beneath his silken robe. Christ, Helen had gotten so excited from Gale's hotly lashing tongue against her sensitive vaginal slit that she'd been ready, willing, and able to fuck him all the balance of the night. He was exhausted, having had no sleep to speak of, but now, just looking at this quaking young wife weeping and moaning and carrying on something fierce, he sensed he could take her on again just as if he'd slept a week and was forty years younger! Hell ... he bet she could get a hard-on on his bronze statue standing in the post office mall at the state capitol, she was such a fantastic piece of ass! Her cunt had to be the proverbial fountain of youth!
"Well, I'll tell you what I think," the old judge said suavely, and then paused for dramatic effect. He lusted to have Gale stretched out again for him, her tight little pussy sliding urgently around his hardened penis like a greased oval ring. "I think," he continued, "about what fun it was ... and that we should have some more of it!"
"No ... never!" Gale sobbed, her face blanching white with shame and horror. "I ... I don't care if you give Andy the senatorial nod or not, you're never going to do anything to me again! Never, do you hear?"
"Such feistiness is most commendable, my dear," Judge Granger said in a low, mocking tone, his thick penis swelling into full erection and bulging out the front of his robe. "I always like a little spice and challenge in my women," he went on, and slowly untied the braided sash holding his robe together in front. The ends fell open, and he held them wide apart with both hands, his naked body fully exposed.
Gale dropped her hands from her eyes, her gaze trailing slowly over his chest and belly, and once again locking on his thick turgid penis. She could feel her insides cringe at the thought of trying to accommodate his fleshy hardness inside of her again. The judge grinned luridly at her, enjoying her open-mouthed apprehension, and dropped one hand to lightly stroki the heavy foreskinned shaft when he caught her stare fixed upon it.
"Are you sure you wouldn't want a breakfast roll, my dear?"
Gale stood for an instant longer, staring in abject terror at the massively throbbing shaft jutting erect from the white-haired loins of old Judge Granger. And suddenly she could stand it no longer. She whirled about and stumbled blindly toward the staircase that was just beyond the other, main entrance to the living room, tears of shame and loathing coursing down her cheeks. The judge made no move to stop her, but his raucous laughter followed her up the steps, chasing her mockingly down the hall and to her bedroom.
The young blonde wife slammed the door shut and latched it, then flung herself on the bed where she continued to cry uncontrollably. She vowed she would not step foot from the room until Andy was back to protect her, no matter how hungry she got. After awhile, she stopped weeping so copiously and turned to stare up at the ceiling, feeling almost drowsy from her exertion and the aftermath of her bitter flight. Her brain counteracted the tormenting anguish she felt with a defensive mechanism of warm lethargy, and a few minutes later, she drifted into a fitful, restless sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Andrew Bancroft and Craig Dalston arrived back at the Granger estate late that same evening, almost at the same hour they'd departed the previous day. Gale, still locked in her room, heard the car coming up the long, circular drive and breathed a vast sigh of relief. She'd kept her promise not to step foot from the protection of the room, not even daring to argue with the blandishments and threats both the Judge and Helen had intermittently given through the heavy oak door. She was weak with hunger and shaking with trepidation, but now that her husband was back, she felt more able to cope with the tragic situation, including Judge Granger's warnings that she was being "a naughty girl who would rue her defiance".
She waited with anticipation until she knew that Andy was actually inside the house, and then taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and walked down the hall. It took all of her remaining fortitude, but she steeled herself to act natural and as if nothing at all had happened to her. Nothing had happened to her? Dear God, how could she even think of her inexcusable perversions with the Judge and Craig's wife last night, and his attempted molestation this morning in terms of nothing? But she had to, if anything at all were to be salvaged from this awful nightmare. She also felt reasonably sure that despite the Judge's menacing remarks, he would not say or do anything that could jeopardize her terrible secret. Andy would not be receiving the senatorial nomination now, of that she was convinced, but at least the reason given would be a smooth and convincing he that would cover up the deplorable truth, and protect all of them. Judge Granger, after all, had to be very conscious of scandal himself.
When she came to the top of the stairs, she saw that Helen and Craig were in a warm embrace, and Andy was standing beside his suitcase. There was deep warmth in her stomach at the sight of him which put a smile on her soft red lips and sent her skipping down the steps and into his arms.
"Darling!" Andy laughed in happy surprise, and hugged her in return. "Why, you act as if I'd been gone four years instead of all night!"
"It seems like it," she sighed, and kissed him ardently on the lips. It does, it does! she thought miserably. seems like four centuries! Andy, what would you think if you found out what happened to me? Would you hate and curse me, as I've hated and cursed myself? Of course you would ... any good, decent man would! Oh, I've been such a fool! Power and wealth and all the other things I thought were important to strive for all these years-they are nothing compared to the loving arms of a good and decent man!
But Gale did not allow her spinning thoughts to show on her features as she stepped back, beaming radiantly at her husband. She asked, "How was your trip?"
"Hectic," he replied, one strong arm encircling her waist. "Labor troubles are always a headache, what with explaining things to the rank-and-file."
"We got it straightened out, though," Craig added. "It wasn't as bad as we'd feared it was."
"That's why we're back as early as we are," Andy went on, grinning fondly at his wife. "I can see we weren't expected."
"Wh-What do you mean?" Gale said, her heart leaping.
"Your skirt," he joked, "It's the one I don't like. But you look good. Doesn't she?"
"Sure does," Craig said.
"Good enough to eat," Helen added with a knowing look which froze Gale's heart back into place.
"Been enjoying yourself, honey?" Andy queried.
"Oh ... Oh, yes, I have." she faltered, almost blushing from her lie. "I ... I've been relaxing mostly."
Just then, Judge Granger entered, dressed in a fawn-colored sports shirt, a wildly striped scarf, and tan trousers. He clapped Craig on the back and shook hands with Andy, saying: "Ah, I thought I heard you arriving. How did it go?"
"Fine," both men enthused. "No trouble at all, really."
"Good, good. It's been pleasant here; I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed your wives," he added without a hint of guile. "Now, how about a drink...?"
The three men sauntered into the living room, talking shop. Gale, purposely keeping her distance from Helen, followed. Drinks were mixed and, despite not having had nay food other than some digestive biscuits she found in one of the suitcases, the blonde wife accepted a martini gracefully. Everything, she promised, must look as regular as possible, and if that meant she had to act cheerful and sip a drink, then that's the act she would put on. Her entire future depended on it.
Soon the conversation drifted to more mundane topics. Andy seemed bouyantly high in spirits, and Gale felt her heart go out to him. If you only knew, darling, she thought; if you only knew you won't become a senator, and why....
Guiltily she looked away, glancing toward Craig who was standing nonchalantly next to the fieldstone fireplace. His muscular hips were thrust forward slightly and his legs were a bit apart, his thumbs locked in his belt right above the crease of his genitals, his fingers pointing downwards to them as if emphasizing their presence. He knows ... He knows what his promiscuous wife is, for Helen admitted it last night. And I bet he at least suspects what went on here while he and Andy were gone. Is he as bad in his male way as his wife is? Gale shivered inwardly, hiding her agitated thoughts by sipping her drink. Somewhere deep in her mind she wondered what Craig Dalston's long hard penis would feel like inside her pussy, and if it would be as satisfying to her as Andy's or the Judge's. Ashamed at her own prurience, she drank the last of her martini and accepted another glass almost before she knew what she was doing.
Judge Granger announced that dinner would soon be served and that there was time to freshen up whenever the drinks were finished. A short while later, Gale and Andy climbed the stairs arm in arm, and entered the bedroom where Leona, the maid, had already carried Andy's suitcase. Alone, Andy kissed his wife long and passionately, whispering: "Miss me?"
"You know I have."
"I'll make up for ... before, honey, you wait and see." He grinned and nuzzled her neck. "I'm really going to love you up tonight."
"Yes...." she sighed in his embrace. "Oh yes, love me...." And erase the stains that are still in my belly....
Dinner was a sumptuous affair of fine silver, white bone china plates with gold rims, ornate candelabras at either end of the long mahogany table, and delicious food prepared and served by Leona. If the maid thought anything peculiar about Gale's actions that day, she kept thankfully silent about it, saying only that she'd worked her fingers to the stub in the kitchen. For this stoicism Gale was almost as thankful as she was to be eating the fillet of sole, swimming in lemon juice and butter. After that came the filets, eyes of the beef boiled with garlic and the hearts of artichokes, and side courses of snow peas and baked potatoes bursting with sour cream. There were separate wines for each course, all of them vintage and French, although a Portuguese Sherry was poured with the dessert of Camembert cheese and ripe fruit.
Finally the last of the knives and forks which had lined each side of the place settings had been used, the china plates with the pits and seeds had been removed, and there was a long contented pause as the five diners sat back, wiped their mouths with linen napkins, and slothfully contemplated the large amount they'd just consumed.
"Coming, sah," the maid called from the kitchen, and then she bustled into the dining room. "Sah?"
"Coffee, if you please. And ah ... a little Grand Marnier I do believe, with my box of Monte Cristo cigars."
When the illegally imported Cuban cigars had been lighted and the French liqueur poured into tall tulip glasses, and strong European-blend coffee set before each person, Judge Granger instructed Leona to wash up and then take the rest of the night off. Time passed slowly, the conversation genial and almost lulling, and Gale found she was reaching for the Grand Marnier bottle more often than she should. They were all consuming the liqueur heavily, and after having had all those martinies and then the many bottles of wine, even the large meal couldn't absorb all of the alcohol. It was certainly easy to get drunk in the Judge's house, Gale thought soporifically-almost too easy! It wouldn't do to get bombed like she'd been the previous night; no, it wouldn't do the least little bit!
Leona came in and said the kitchen was clean, so she was going. Everybody wished her a pleasant good-night, after complimenting her profusely for her cuisine. There was a silence as the glasses were filled, and then the Judge said in a casual tone: "Well, now that Leona has left, I might as well make my little announcement. Little maids have big ears, you know."
Here it comes, Gale thought with a reflexive shiver. The nomination will be given to Craig, and Andy will be left crushed, dazed, and hurt. But not as crushed and hurt as if he knew she'd been licentiously unfaithful to him. God, why couldn't the earth just open up and swallow her on the spot? Must she go through with this horrid farce...?
"The senatorial position is important to Inness County, gentlemen, as I'm sure you're all aware. I have had to choose between two men of high calibre and loyalty, both equally strong in their respective abilities. It has not been an easy decision, and if I may, I'd like to add that my mind was made up because of outside factors not entirely under the control of Craig and Andrew. Yes, well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. I believe the Party shall rally around ... Andy Bancroft!"
The pause which followed was absolutely electric. Gale glanced around the seated group, unable to believe her ears. Helen's expression was positively venomous, the loser Craig's that of sick incredulity. The Judge sat comfortably, sucking on his thick Cuban cigar and looking very merry about the whole thing, and Andy's face was lit ear-to-ear with a grin. Like a boy seeing a well-stuffed Christmas stocking hanging on the mantelpiece. The trouble was, Gale thought ... there had to be something nasty hidden inside!
Craig was the first to break the silence. "Congratulations, old boy," he said weakly, extending his hand.
"Yes ... Yes, thank you," Andy replied in a happy daze. "But Judge, why me? I mean, if you don't mind my asking, what made you decide?"
"Oh, that's very simple," Judge Granger said, calmly flicking the ash of his cigar. "Your wife fucks good."
"What was that?" Andy jumped to his feet in shock, overturning his chair with a clatter.
"I said, your wife fucks good. She's a fabulous lay, even better than Helen, and that's going some. It's been a coon's age since I've had such a wild time as last night, and I truly believe she'll be a valuable asset in persuading opposing senators to go along with our ... ah, programs. I'd almost go so far as to say that, considering the crow-bait wives of most of the members, she'll be more of an influencing power at the exclusive Senate Bath and Sauna Club meetings than you will."
Andy stared at the Judge and then at his wife, his eyes wide in disbelieving shock. "You mean...? Did you...? Were you two actually ...?" He couldn't seem to finish his sentences, his mouth working up and down but only mumbling unintelligible words. "And, and that later she'll be expected to...?"
Gale sat numbly next to her husband, head bowed and humiliation running rampant through her whole being. The old judge was having his measure of revenge, risking possible scandal in his perverted desire to strike back at her reluctance. God, how smug he sat there! How cock-sure he must feel, dangling the plum of the senatorship before Andy in payment for having defiled her! If there'd been a steak knife handy, she'd have plunged it straight into his wicked heart! But there was nothing, nothing at all she could do now. It was entirely in Andy's hands, and of course he would do the only right thing, being too good and honorable a man to be fooled or corrupted. Gale placed her shaking hands on the table and stared at her nails, two rivulets of tears running down her face.
But if Gale and Andy were temporarily frozen with a mixture of shock and misery, Craig Dalston leaped into action. He turned on his wife, fury sparkling in his eyes, his right hand raised threateningly as if to slap her as the Judge had the night before. "You idiot!" he roared. "You scheming, whorish bitch! You've laid everything but the Atlantic cable, but the one time it really meant something, you weren't good enough! How the hell could you blow it?"
"Oh, the usual way," the Judge answered for her, his voice still charming and gentle. "With her mouth. Really, Craig, control yourself. Helen was most talented and did the very best she could. You should consider yourself very lucky to have such a woman as her, and it's about time you both learned that I rarely make decisions based on who does or does not have sex with me. I am making a unique exception this time in Gale's case, only because I wish to pay tribute to her, ah ... inventiveness. You were rather remarkable, my dear," he added, nodding pleasantly to the horror-stricken wife.
Andy glared at Gale now, looking as if he were ready to vomit. "You did, didn't you? He's not making it up, any of it, is he? You and Helen, you both-Oh, by Christ!"
"Come, come, Andrew!" the Judge remarked then. "Please don't carry on so much. What's done is done, and because of it, you are moving up in the world. These are the facts of life, my boy, and for once, they aren't of the unpleasant variety. After all, not only will you be a senator from a very influential county, but you'll also be able to share in the, um ... spoils, if you care to call the other senators' wives as such. That is ... if you want the nomination. There are these responsibilities that go along with it, which is the reason I've chosen tonight as the time for you to become acquainted with them, but if you don't wish your career to advance, feel free to decline."
Gale thought about running. Running anywhere to escape this dreadful, agonizing scene. But there wasn't any place to go; this was her punishment, her Hell. Whatever had been left of her marriage and Andy's future were finished now for good, shattered completely from the moment she'd let herself become a lewd sperm basin for this greedy, corrupt old politician. She cringed in her chair, waiting for the cauldron of deserved abuse Andy was sure to pour upon her.
But none came. Andy stood quivering, jaw still moving up and down, a strange choking sound rumbling from his throat. "I ... I...."
"Just say the word," the Judge urged, "And I'll pass on the nomination to Craig here. There certainly isn't any false prudery restricting his decision."
"But I don't know. I mean, since Gale did do it, then...."
"Ah, you do want to become a senator, then?" Judge Granger, sly fox that he was, had ensnared Andy's ambivalent feelings. He leaned forward, beaming. "I believe this calls for champagne, Senator Bancroft!"
Again Gale waited ... but in vain. Andy's words were vaguer than a parson's eulogy at his mistress's funeral. "Senator Bancroft, that had a nice ring, yet ... I mean, a high honor, though...."
Gale, who'd remained mute through all of this obscenely shameful revelation, felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical line of bitterness. So! The ghastly truth that her husband didn't mind if she bargained for his career by giving her body away seemed inconceivable to her, yet that was exactly what was evident in Andy's vaccilation. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as she envisioned a continual stream of huge, thick penises shoving rapaciously up into her vagina, and she feared she was going to be sick, the blood draining from her face. Still, she had to try ... to try to disprove her lewd suspicions, to place things in their proper perspective and correct them.
Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought her eyes up to Andy's. Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper pitifully, "I ... I'm sorry, darling. So very, very sorry."
"For what?" he looked puzzled.
Tears began to well ... and then something snapped inside the blonde wife. Suddenly her abject self-admonition changed into an indignation, and her eyelids narrowed, her voice turning cold and low. "I am sorry for letting the Judge and Helen involve me in ... in doing wrong last night. But you are evidently not sorry yourself, Senator Bancroft!"
Andy was thrown off guard by Gale's abrupt anger. "Now wait a minute!"
"The hell I will! You think you can stand there acting so righteous, so pious, when all the time that brain of yours is thinking about how proud you'll be as a senator, and how juicy all those other wives will be! And all it'll cost you is your own wife! You don't care, Andy! I wished that you'd have divorced me, beaten and whipped me until I was bleeding all over anything but to discover that my one mistake had unmasked you for what you are! A goddamned hypocrite! A groveling man just as greedy for power and corrupt as the rest of the politicians!"
A perplexed, worried look creased Andy's forehead as he reeled from his wife's savage diatribe. "Please, Gale-"
"Don't 'Please Gale' me, you bastard! If you want to know, I take it back about being sorry!
I'm anything but sorry, you hear me? I loved his big hard cock in me, Andy, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I'm still carrying his cum in me, if you'd care to know that too!"
"You ... you don't know what you're saying, Gale," Andy sputtered. "You're just a little upset at the moment. If you'll just think a little-"
The searing glower Gale gave him silenced his weak protests. Well, now it was all out on the table, she thought to herself. Andy still hadn't slapped her down for being a slut, a whore, and there was no more use deluding herself as to what they both were at heart. One thing, she resolved: her life was going to be different from now on, and she wasn't going to let her husband out of this so easily. He was going to pay for all the phony love and even phonier morality he'd been spouting all these years. He was going to pay dearly!
Her tone had the sharpness of ice-cold rage to it when at last she spoke. "No, lover, I know exactly what I'm saying." She slowly stood up, pushing her chair back and standing tall and straight, thrusting her angrily quivering breasts out proudly. She kicked off her flats and, barefoot, climbed on the basket-weave seat of the chair, adding: "I know exactly what I'm saying and thinking ... and I know exactly what I'm going to do!"
Awestruck, the other four diners watched as she majestically stepped from the chair to the table. "My husband doesn't care, everybody! And if he doesn't, why should I? I've got equal rights-why should I be nothing but a beast of burden, an animal to carry him to the Senate on my back?" She kicked out at a candalabra, sending it sailing through the air to crash against the wall, snuffing out its many candles. "Why should I not have my fun, too?" she snapped, and stepped along the center of the table in a provocative hip-swinging movement to kick the other candelabra away. "Well, I want some fun now, some red-hot fun so that my husband can see exactly what's in store for his sweetie when he gets into the Senate! Why wait until then, when his wife is a tramp and she's raring to go right now?"
Coffee cups and tulip glasses were sent scattering as she paraded around the table top. Her biting remarks were accented with the breaking of crystal and china, and Judge Granger barely had time to rescue his cigar before the silver ashtray was dumped over onto the floor. "All right, the table is cleared," she fumed down at them, standing with her legs wide apart and her hands at her hips. "The table is as bare as the burlesque runway at Union City, New Jersy, and since Andy likes the idea of me sleeping around why not have me as bare as the table?"
The young husband sat transfixed, unsure what he should do. His wife was making a perfect ass out of herself, but it was because of all the liquor they'd had and her own hysterical guilt over what she'd done last night. To make a scene now on top of everything else might panic her further and make him look ridiculous! He decided after a moment's hesitation not to do anything just yet ... Gale was probably only taunting him anyway....
His young blonde wife basked in her husband's nonplussed confusion, and in the blatant admiration of the other two men and Helen. She swirled in the middle of the table as if she really were on a burlesque runway, her tongue nipping out and moistening her lips as slowly she undulated in a provocative dance step. There was a moment of hesitancy as if she were not entirely sure she should be doing this after all, but then Gale ran her slender hands along the sides of her ribcage and cupped her lushly ripened breasts-offering them up in invitation-her mind obviously made up. Slowly she began to unbutton her light green blouse, sliding from her shoulders and arms in full view of the Judge, Craig, and his wife, as well as her now thoroughly shocked husband. With slow, shy motions, she continued to undress, unzipping the side of her skirt and letting it fall to the table.
"A fine performance, my dear!" Judge Granger cackled excitedly, and Andy could hear Helen clapping her hands in time to his wife's seductive strip-tease. He watched in frozen awe as Gale reached behind her smooth-skinned back and unsnapped her lacy brassiere, allowing the total beauty of her firm breasts to quiver into high-swelling freedom.
"Holy God!" Craig gasped in blurted amazement, and nudged Andy in the ribs. "She sure has a set of jugs, man!"
Andy gritted his teeth, and slowly sat down in Gale's vacated chair while he stared at his wife, almost naked now in just her brief pair of sheer white panties. Teasingly, Gale turned around to the table-gathered audience, presenting the erotic view of her tight round buttocks while at the same time she began rolling her skimpy panties down over her curving hips and thighs. She hopped out of them when they reached her bare feet, and then turned around again, looking smugly pleased by her daring decision. There, completely exposed to everyone in the dining room, was her hair-fringed pubic mound, soft and inviting to every devouring eye, and even Andy could see that her pinkish cuntal lips were quivering slightly with obvious eagerness.
This naked woman, allowing strangers to view her breasts and pussy, couldn't be his wife! But Andy's eyes snapped back to her face, telling him that she could be no one else. He groaned in anguish and indecision, and the wretched sound of his torment seemed to make Gale's chin rise a little higher, and her eyes to flash a little brighter....
As she stood there, so obscenely displayed to the diners' lustful gazes, Gale felt a slowly rising tendril of excitement beginning deep in her trembling belly. The very lewdness of her actions and the pururience of her impulsive decision to rub Andy's nose in his corruption, brought tiny strange ripples of arousal surging through her tattered nerves. Involuntarily, her proud firm breasts had begun throbbing in a lewd eagerness and their reddish nipples began slowly to erect outwards like little rubies. She had planned to go only this far, and then haughtily leave the table and lock herself back inside the bedroom upstairs ... but now, sensing the Judge, Craig, Helen, and perhaps even Andy breathlessly moving their gazes up and down over her sensuous naked body, she was filled with a carnal thrill. She was gripped with a depraved compulsion to continue here on the table before them; to grovel still lower in her own immorality and exhibit her wantonness in still further, more obscene fashion.
How ironical, Gale thought, that she, once so blameless and pure, could stand here and even think in such lewd, earthy terms! She had changed, there was no doubt about that in her mind. The incidents of last night and, yes, even here at dinner when Andy showed himself for what he was, had taught her lessons she could not ignore. Whether these horrible lessons of sexual license were for the good or bad was another matter, but she was almost grateful for the callousness which was beginning to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully naive innocence. She chuckled to herself, the blatant stares on her naked vagina sending new erotic tingles upwards in her belly. Gale could even sense involuntary droplets of moisture seeping from the soft warm folds of her pussy crevice, urging her on ... on to greater lust and immorality....
Unconscious of what she was doing at first, the naked blonde wife cupped her two warmly tingling breasts with the palms of her hands, as if presenting them as fleshy gifts of pleasure. She felt oddly delighted at being the focal point of their attention as she strutted around the table top, thrusting her nakedly quivering mounds at each of the diners.
"You like them?" Gale asked teasingly, holding her breasts out to her tongue-tied husband. "Oh poo, of course you do. You've seen them enough." She straightened and continued her sashaying walk around, barely pausing in front of the Judge. "You do too. You about ripped them off last night. And so did you, Helen," she added as she halted in front of the wide-eyed brunette. "You want to kiss their nipples again tonight, dearie? You want Craig to see you go down on me, hmm?"
Then she stopped in front of Helen's hugely grinning husband, and she knelt down, squatting on her haunches so that not only her breasts were fully before his eyes, but so was the moistening pink slit of her now aching cunt. "You, Craig, you haven't seen me naked before, have you? You're the only one who hasn't, so tell me ... Tell me if you like me!
"Yeah! Yeah! Right on, baby!" Craig panted. He smiled up at her lewdly, no longer concerned that she had beaten Helen's time with the Judge. Somehow it seemed almost worth losing the Senate seat if it meant seeing a mind-blowing show like this, done on the spur of the moment and obviously out of spite! Besides, Gale was right! They had all seen her naked before now except him, so why shouldn't she strip everything off if she wanted to? And crap! The Judge was right too-Gale was definitely in a class all by herself, and as hot-assed as Helen was, his own wife couldn't hold a candle in competition to Andy's blonde-haired bitch! His long thick cock was so poundingly stiff under the table already, that it was threatening to raise the table right off the floor!
Gale's tongue darted out to softly lick her lips again, the very thought of her total abandonment sending more flashes of shameless arousal through her nakedly displayed flesh. The Judge was excited by what she was doing, and so was Helen-anything would turn those two hedonists on-and if the bulge in Craig's tight pants and the way he was squirming in his chair were any indications, his penis had become thick and hard and ready for action! Once more came the fleeting notion of what it would look like jutting out from his lean, muscular loins, and how well it would perform in contest to the way Andy and Judge Granger had been able to satisfy her sexual cravings. Lord, she was being wicked! She was starting to think and feel like the sluttish whore she'd have to become to be a Senator's wife! And there didn't seem to be anything she could do to prevent it! Why not enjoy it? Her tortured mind droned on as she slowly bent over to hunch on her hands and knees, the very depravity of her kneeling position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that were slowly inundating her belly and loins.
"You want me, Craig?" She heard herself ask in a throaty purr. Instead of facing him, she backed around, pressing the outside of her knees flat against the table and drawing her thighs as far up as she could. She was in a lewd, crab-like position right where his dinner plate had once been, the wetly glistening pink lips of her swollen pussy presented for his inspection. "Well, Craig? Cat got your tongue...?"
"Well, I ... I...."
"Jesus, man!" the Judge exploded with hoarse excitement. "How can you turn it down? She's giving her sweet little cunt to you on a platter! Grab it while you can-we did last night!"
Craig looked around almost with a bewildered expression, like a small boy touring a candy factory. The Judge was urging him on, but still the whole idea of climbing up on the table and fucking another woman while his own wife was watching seemed incredibly more obscene than anything he'd ever done before! Helen had no call to complain, he supposed, not after last night and the swapping they'd done in the past-but even then it had been done with a modicum of respectability, separate bedrooms and all that. And, Jesus, what about Andy...?
Andy was torn between ripping his hair out and reaching up to slap his wife off the table. He never would have dreamed she'd react this way! The sight of Gale taking off her clothes and then spreading her vagina for another man made him wince with acute embarrassment. There was no question whether he should allow Craig to follow through with her lewd request, for she'd done too much as it was! Yes ... only he wanted to stop her salacious performance, and if he did, the Judge would be sorely offended. There'd go the Senate seat, and it wouldn't answer the problem of Gale! In fact, it would make what she did last night and what she was doing now all for nothing! Dear God, what was the best thing to do? Palms moist with perspiration, the humihated husband continued to watch his naked wife, still held motionless by indecision and greed....
"Come on, Craig!" Gale invited, finding to her fascinated chagrin that her uptilted buttocks were squirming back toward the other man with a welcoming desire of their own. A fire was building in her that she could no longer control, and an excited moan escaped her lips, as unwillingly, she surrendered to the lewd knowledge that she wanted to be fucked by Helen's husband. She had lost her mastery over what was right and decent, and sensed that after tonight she had lost her husband as well, no matter what she did now. Her victory over Andy was complete already, and she'd punished him with a vengeance without having to go any further ... but in the process she had lost all respect and affection for him. There wasn't much left in her world any longer, and she knew without questioning that she was truly enjoying the prospect of being fucked by Craig. She had passed the point of no return.
"Get up here and fuck me, Craig," she hissed passionately through her teeth. Her outstretched middle finger slipped down between the soft honey curls of her pubic hair and slightly parted her fleshy vaginal lips. Her eyes rolling in heated desire, she began to slide her finger rhythmically up and down the wetly throbbing crevice of her cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned in pleasure, as her finger slipped in and out of her naked young pussy. "Lord, what do I have to do so you'll be a man for me? Fuck me!"
"By damnation!" the Judge roared now. "Are you a man or a eunuch, Craig? If you don't throw a bone to that bitch, I will! I will anyway!" he added lecherously, tearing at his clothes.
"Nobody can resist such sweet temptation!" Assemblyman Dalston gurgled, and began shedding his own suit as fast as he could. If Helen could fuck the Judge, by Christ, he could fuck this hot little cunt spread out on the table like dessert. The chair crashed backwards in his haste, and then he stood naked, his thick rigid penis spearing out from beneath his lean belly like the trunk of a tree. "I'm bringing something home, baby!" he yelled, jumping on the table.
"Ohhhh yes! Yes!" Gale mewled at him with tears of anticipation blurring her vision. "Your prick, Craig, oh your prick is so handsome!" she gasped as she saw him on the table beside her. "Your prick is exactly how I hoped it would be, so long and fat and beautiful...."
The horribly lewd vision of the two naked people on the dinner table was beyond Andy's toleration. His nerves were quickly crumbling and his mind was reeling, for he knew that no matter what the Judge did or how much the others wanted this to continue, this pornographic orgy had to cease!
"No!" the trembling husband shouted. "No, this can't go on! Gale! Stop this at once!"
"You can't stop me," she snarled at him. "You can't ever stop me again, you ... you spineless rabbit! You don't have the balls to! And why should you? I'm just bartered goods, to trade for the Senate nomination! At least let me get fucked when I want to! And I want Craig to fuck me right now!
"Sit down, you fool!" Judge Granger bellowed, all of his jowls and naked paunch wobbling threateningly. "Your wife is right!
This is even better than last night!"
"I can't allow this! No!" Andy cried out.
"You heard our boss," Craig sneered down at him. "Sit down and shut up, Senator Bancroft!"
The younger man's blood turned to ice as he heard the title Dalston had called him. It sounded almost obscene to his ears now, a brazen reminder of the vicious hold he'd allowed the Judge to get on him in the name of political expediency. Slowly, shattered, he slumped into his chair again, feeling an odd tingling in his own loins increase with every passing second. Perhaps, he rationalized, it would all turn out for the best. It was obvious that Gale wanted to be fucked by Craig, and once he were a Senator, she'd be part of a wife-swapping ring at the capitol. So that's what went on behind those massive doors of the Senate Bath and Sauna Club each Wednesday night! Well, he might just as well get used to the idea of sharing his beloved, and let Gale finish her sordid performance. Besides, he'd never seen a couple make love before, and he found the lurid idea of watching his wife with another man affecting him in a most peculiar manner. The initial shock of absolute horror and revulsion was fading, the light-fingered quivering in his thighs increasing instead, causing his penis to throb with morbid expectation....
"Fuck me, Craig," he heard his Gale moan in total surrender. "Fuck me nowww ... "
"Inna minute, baby," Dalston panted, crawling around so that he faced her. "I like fooling around a little bit first; you know, to sort of get the juices running. And if we're going to put on a show for them, we might as well give them their money's worth, right?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Suck me, Gale! Take my cock in your sweet mouth and kiss it awhile!"
Gale stiffened, for even with the blind passion which was consuming her, an ingrained moral denial of such a perversion as fellatio leapt in her brain. "Oh no, Craig! Not that! Just ... just the normal way, Craig. Fuck me!"
"Shit, don't chicken out on me now, baby!"
"But I ... I've never done such a thing before! Not even with Andy!"
"All the more reason to suck my cock now, baby," the congressman snickered. "First time for everything, y'know ... come on, suck me off! After a bit I'll fuck you, just like you want. It's not so bad to suck some cock, and don't knock it until you've tried it. Then we'll fuck, and fuck real good. Now, come on and be a sport!"
He leaned toward her until her face was only inches from his forward-thrusting cock, his great, sperm-filled testicles swaying below. He wrapped his fingers in her long blonde hair, urging her toward it, softly insisting: "Come on, open your lovely mouth and kiss it. Come on and suck it, baby...."
Gale stared at the quivering blunt head of Craig Dalston's erection, seeing it glistening from its thin sheen of lubrication, the unseeing eye staring back at her like some hypnotic symbol of both terror and acute pleasure. It seemed to sway before her, and she couldn't help reaching out one hand to encircle the throbbing flesh at its base and still its oscillation, holding it steady so she could continue to study that oozing eye.
"Suck it, Gale ... Suck my cock!"
His warmly pulsating manhood seemed to command her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft wet folds of her mouth. In that moment, the last of Gale's inhibitions vanished, for the raging inferno which was burning her flesh was a roaring, flaming destructive force inside of her. Abruptly, she knew nothing more of her previous reluctance, knowing only that this massively burgeoning cock which she held in her hand was beckoning her to it. She opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between her lips. She moved her head forward so that it was only an inch from the wavering tip of his hardened shaft, her jutting tongue nearly touching the emitting eye.
His wonderfully throbbing penis was all! His penis was the entire world and universe for her as she undulated her buttocks in wanton eagerness on the table top. She crawled forward again, and her tongue tasted the bittersweet flavor of his seminal fluid, and she thought: Why, it's good! It tastes just as good as Helen's cunt tasted last night, though in a different way!
Oh, there's nothing vile about this at all, my pussy in on fire, I want to suck him ...!
Gale swirled her tongue around the tiny opening, tasting the pungency of the excited male lubrications there, and Craig moaned wildly, his fingers convulsing in her hair. She opened her mouth wider to accept the entire blunt cock-head inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokings, holding the base between her thumb and forefinger while balancing herself on her other arm.
"Ohhh Jesus, Gale, that's it! That's how!" groaned Dalston in a passion-slurred voice. "Keep sucking like that, baby, keep sucking with your butter mouth! Ahhhhh!"
Gale began bobbing her head rhythmically back and forth now, taking more of his warm hardness into the interior of her suddenly salivating mouth, her tongue twirling and her ovaled wet lips nibbling softly around the sliding shaft of his penis. Craig jerked his hips forward, driving his great hard cock deep and hard against the roof of Andy's wife's soft mouth. He was moaning in an excited cadence now, staring down at her lewdly bobbing head, watching her firm resilient breasts dance and sway beneath her chest as she slid her hungrily sucking mouth back and forth along his pistoning cock. He could see her lightly rouged lips clinging to the lust-swollen head of his penis on the outstroke, and he could feel the pressure of his impending orgasm constricting his testicles painfully as she swallowed all of his aching erection over and over.
Gale was sucking his cock voraciously now, completely surrendering to the lewdness of her perversion, reveling in the delightful taste of his manly flesh and her utter wantonness so abandonedly displayed on the dinner table. Her naked loins were aching with increasing tension as her climax built higher and higher: she had never conceived of the possibility of experiencing an orgasm while engaged in sucking cock, but it seemed as if she was capable of doing it! And she wanted it, wanted to cum as she knew Dalston would soon cum in her mouth, only inches away from where her stricken husband was watching them! She began to suck him faster and faster, more wildly, her breasts heaving and her hips churning, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, baby, can you suck!" howled the naked assemblyman on the table with her. "Ahhh, it feels like I stuffed my prick into a mechanical vacuum milker for cows, you've got such action! Don't stop, baby, just don't stop now...!"
Obediently, the slavering blonde wife stepped up the tempo of her mouthings on his rigidly thrusting penis, her head bobbing with a frenzied speed. Her lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of his thick pubic hair, and she could catch the heavy male aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, which only seemed to incite her to still greater longings.
Andy was boggle-eyed as he viewed his once-modest wife sucking another man's cock ... and right in public, too! Christ! He'd never imagined such rampant lewdness! All these years when she'd coyly pleaded against tasting his own cock ... and new here she was wrapping her lips around Craig Dalston's wetly glistening penis as if she were a starving waif with the world's last banana to eat! He was still filled with anger and heartache from her licentiousness, and he was still very much aware that he was wrong in not stopping the entire affair when first the Judge brought up the subject of his nomination ... but he was also a man, and the male animal part of him rooted him to the chair, hotly aroused by the pure salaciousness of the spectacle. Shamefully, he realized that he was obscenely excited by what he was witnessing, and that it was mattering to him less and less that his wife was sucking Craig's penis, gaining fantastic pleasure from another man in a style she'd never allowed him. She was proving she was a woman, all woman, his woman! Devoted to him, but apparently passionate in sexual needs neither of them had suspected before, yet that somehow the Judge had unleashed the previous night! He twisted in his chair, feeling his own building emotions growing with hot intensity, small drops of seminal emission flowing from the swollen round tip of his now fully hardened cock.
Judge Granger, standing nude at the head of the table, lightly stroked his eagerly pulsing hardness. He flicked his fingers back and forth, feasting his eyes on the wildly rotating cheeks of Gale Bancroft's uptilting buttocks. Shit, he couldn't take another minute of this! He had to join in! He had to participate in this obscene rape of Andy's wife-and it was rape, even if she didn't fight it, it had to be! Unable to contain himself any longer, he panted and wheezed, groping his way up on the dinner table, where he paused for an instant to collect his ragged breath. He crossed over and knelt behind Gale's undulating thighs, positioning his naked girth between her kneeling legs. Then, placing his hands on her hips, he probed experimentally with his fingers, digging them gently into her warm young flesh. He found her backbone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over position she was in, and followed it slowly until he came into warm contact with the sweat-slickened crevice of her vagina.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" Gale mewled in a muffled voice.
"Two's company, but three's even better, my dear," the Judge chuckled lewdly, and to prove his point, he pressed his hardened penis into the wetly heated slit, sliding it up and down in sensuous taunting.
Gale squirmed her naked buttocks in a beckoning invitation back against the politician, shuddering from the sudden violent desire to be invaded at both ends simultaneously. "Oh yes, yes! You fuck me! You fuck me at the same time, you old fart!" she cried out, and then hungrily took the rigidly thrusting cock of Craig Dalston back into her warm sensitive mouth, sighing contentedly as she began to suck with a renewed eagerness.
"Old fart am I?" the Judge snorted as he dug his fingers into a butterplate that had miraculously remained on the table, and spread butter all over his hardened shaft. "I'll show you who's the fart around here after I've reamed out your ass a notch or two!"
Gale felt his hard masculine hands grip her sensitive buttocks, his fingers spreading her ass-cheeks wide apart. She knew in that instant that Judge Granger was serious-he was going to fuck her all right, but anally! He was going to push his erection into her rectum and sodomize her!
She tried to cry out, the horror of the revelation filling the kneeling young wife with disgust and terror, but the Judge held her firm. "Just relax, my little one. Just relax and enjoy it. It might hurt a wee bit at first, but you'll get used to it. You'll like it when you get used to it-just like you've learned to love all the things we've been doing!"
Oh Lord! Gale thought, frightened. I can't possibly enjoy that! Never! Never. ...!
The Judge had spread her defenselessly upthrust buttocks wide now, and she knew he was staring beadily at the tiny puckered rosette of her anus. She tried to twist away, but Craig Dalston flexed his hips and drove his massive hardness deep against her larynx again, impaling her against him. And then the blonde wife felt the rubbery head of Judge Granger's thick rigid cock press against her naked rectal opening, tease along there, and nudge against the tiny sphincter muscle. She heard him draw in his rasping breath.
"No, no, no ... Ahhhhhggggggggg!"' Her muffled scream echoed through the dining room.
With a sudden vicious lunge, the Judge rammed forward, his lust-hardened shaft of flesh splitting into her virginal anus with savage unmerciful force. It never stopped as it tore through the hot spongypassage like some terrible destroying avenger, not until she felt his sperm-weighted testicles slap against her inner thighs. The scream which was in her mind tried to force itself out of her throat, but all that came forth this time were some strangled gasps as Craig once again flexed his buttocks and drove his long hard cock deeper into the warm softness of her mouth.
"Son of a bitch!" Judge Granger grunted half in pain. "Her ass is tighter than this year's fiscal budget! She's really a cherry! Andrew, you should be ashamed of yourself for not servicing this hot vixen better! Ohh, holy Christ!"
Gale tried to shriek out her pain, but the thickened penis fucking in and out between her lips forced the kneeling young wife's words to die gurgling in her chest. Her face was contorted in blistering agony as the Judge clutched possessively at her hips and thrust his marauding penis deeper up into her tightly resisting anal passage. The pressure of his straining thighs thrust her forward, pushing her face down deeper on Dalston's loins, sliding the naked Assemblyman's skewering cock further down her throat. "Uuuuuummmmm!" she managed to wail. "Aaaahhhhhuuummmmmm!"
"Suck me, baby, keep on sucking!" encouraged Craig.
Involuntarily, almost defensively, Gale's lips began nibbling at the fleshy surface of his bloated cock, tasting on her tongue the dribblings of his semen and knowing that this was only the leakage from the dam which was about to burst in his cum-filled balls. Behind her, the Judge was thrusting forward with great surging strokes, making bestial sounds deep in his throat as his fleshy probe continued its forbidden invasion of her rectal opening. His hips pumped and his fingers clawed convulsively at her sleek young thighs as the subserviently kneeling young wife ground her naked ass-cheeks back against his pelvis while his sperm-laden testicles smacked loudly against her wet vaginal orifice below. Then he drew his long glistening penis out slightly, watching breathlessly as her pouting anal lips clung to the shaft, sliding reluctantly down the length of his withdrawing penis. He continued to pull out until only the lust-swollen cock-head was left lodged in between the widened, pain-filled entrance of her rectum. He moaned and thrust inward again, his breath coming faster. A gasp of incoherent lust escaped, and he began fucking crazily into her warm buttery anal canal, feeling her spongy flesh and rubbery muscles grip tightly around his cock like a constricting glove of flesh.
As the Judge and Craig Dalston buffeted Andy Bancroft's blonde wife hopelessly between them like a rag doll spitted on sticks, some of the pain and torment began leaving Gale's submissively kneeling body. Gradually, the naked young girl began to feel something else, something far more lewd and shameful-the same sexual frenzy, the same all-consuming fires of lust she had first known last night and then again when she'd sucked Craig's warmly pulsating penis. And pleasure! Oh God, what pleasure! Her hips began an eager grinding back against the rampaging cock skewering her anus, her moistly flowering loins reveling in the obscene sodomizing of their own volition. Her head started flailing faster and faster, her lips firmly ovaling around Dalston's hardness as her sucking mouth bent to its delicious task with blind passion. Oh Lord, she groveled inwardly, the Judge was right, I like it! I love his prick in my ass! I love being fucked in the asshole and in my mouth, and God, I never dreamed of anything so fantastically lewd, so impossibly wonderful....
"Mmmmmmm!" she mewled around the thick rigid penis stuffing her mouth, her resistance completely broken. "Mmmmmm, go ahead! Do it to me! Fuck me, both of you fuck me hard!" She was truly a whore now, a whore ... and there was no salvation left for her, nothing in her life except the savage twin cocks battering her to hell and back between them....
Meanwhile, Helen Dalston could feel the pit of her belly and thighs excitedly quivering from the lewd exhibition before her. The wanton brunette had to hand it to Gale-the other woman was indeed a star attraction, far exceeding anything that even she had ever done in her nights of delirious perversion! Helen drew in her breath as the warm air of the dining room swirled around the table and brought varying aromas of the three naked performers on the table. She could hear Andy Bancroft groaning from where he sat across from her, and instilled with a lustful desire to be a part of this mind-warm ping orgy, she stood up and walked over to him, keeping her eyes glued to the helplessly trapped body of his wife only inches away from them both.
"Such a dainty dish to set before the Judge," she giggled into Andy's ear. "Take your clothes off and let's join in! Hurry! Fuck me while they're still at it, so we can watch!"
"Ohhh ... Oh God, Helen, don't ... Don't make it any worse!"
"You have a hard-on from watching Gale, don't you? Well, use it, big fellow! Fill my cunt with your prick!"
Andy's breath quickened at her obscenities, and he turned to her, his eyes rolling tormentedly. "Just because they're...."
"I can see you've got a hard-on," Helen interrupted, and she touched his knee. He could feel her hot breath on his pants and her fingers seemed to sear the cloth. "Well, Mr. Bancroft? You're a man, aren't you? My cunt is on fire, and the only thing that'll put out that fire is a man's big hard cock. You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
And then she reached upward and pressed her hand against his throbbing bulge. Andy almost stopped breathing from the convulsive reaction of her touch. "Helen, please! I'm no prude, but ... but still...." The guilt and shame still festered in his soul, and he wrenched himself free from Helen's clutching hand. His face was crimson from both anguish and intense arousal, and he averted his eyes from Dalston's tempting brunette wife, looking back at his own nakedly kneeling wife, his breathing ragged. Somebody has to keep his sanity here ...!
For a short moment Helen was silent, and then she cooed: "Turn around, Andy, turn around and see what you're missing...."
He turned around, gathering the courage to tell her no again, but when he saw her, the words dissolved in his throat. Craig's wife stood entirely naked. She'd stepped out of her dress and slithered out of her panties and brassiere in record time, scattering her clothing around her like autumnal leaves. Her legs were spread apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her mature, full-rounded hips. Lushly thrusting breasts were a startling alabaster, framed as they were with her raven-black hair. Little brown nipples were begging to be sucked, and the dark softness of her pubic triangle glistened invitingly in the curve at the top of her satiny inner thighs.
"Well, Andy?"
"Helen, I ... "
"It's purely a physical thing," she purred. "You want a nice tight cunt to fuck, and I want a long hard prick to fuck me. That's all." Her lewd invitation floated across his dazed mind. "You know it and I know it-so why not? Why should we be different than your own wife is?"
Andy stared with tortured eyes, first at the naked splendor of Craig Dalston's sensuous wife, and then back at the dining room table. The orgy was beyond his comprehension. There was Gale being fucked front and rear by two of the most respected men in the state! The sight and sounds of their rampant abuses filled his brain, making it stagger with insanity. Here was debauchery, depravity-and his own wife was at the core of it!
Helen was right! His nightmare-filled mind screamed the answer to him-Helen was right when she said why not? The more she watched Gale sucking her husband's penis while the Judge rammed his swollen hardness into her tightly puckering anus, the less sickened he became and the more aroused he was. He liked sex and here it was, laid out like a banquet for him, to be enjoyed and relished, without guilt or shame afterwards! Yes! His painfully throbbing cock was pressing for release; he had to become a member of this lewd pillage and show them all that he had the makings of a Senator!
He shed his clothes in seconds and leaped at Helen, his lust-hardened penis a stiffened battle standard before him. "Let's fuck, you hot bitch!" he snarled at her. "Let's fuck and give those amateurs up on the table something to remember us by!"
Up on the table they scrambled, spreading out lengthwise with Andy on top of Helen. With lust-possessed urgency, she placed the blood-swollen head of his wildly pulsating cock against her gaping vaginal lips and began to undulate her fleshy buttocks up off the table while, at the same time, pressing his rigid shaft into her wetly quivering pussy slit with her own eager fingers. She raised her throbbing crevice to help center his hardened cock and groaned:
"There, lover ... now sock it to me!"
With one long smooth lunge, Andy Bancroft rammed his savage erection all the way into Helen's hotly welcoming cunt to the cushioned tip of her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance in the hungrily yielding woman he was fucking, and Andy could feel the smooth, wet walls of her pussy clasping around his aching cock so moistly and greedily that it almost drove him to orgasm then and there!
"Ahhhh!" Helen Dalston moaned as she felt her entire belly flowering open to receive his virile hardness up inside her desperately yearning womb. Her nakedly spread body followed Gale's husband as he began to stroke viciously up inside her, her lewdly splayed thighs rotating in wild abandoned jerks beneath him. "Ohhh yes! Yes! Ohhh fuck me while we watch...!"
Gale Bancroft had watched her husband's erect penis slithering wetly into Helen's eagerly clenching pussy, and she could feel Craig's cock jerking in her mouth in unrestrained excitement while the assemblyman viewed his wife's lewd reaction to Andy Bancroft's fucking. It excited Gale greatly to see Helen turning into the same raw, squealing mass of helpless desire that she was now, and especially when it was Andy Bancroft who was fucking her senseless! Oh do it, Andy, fuck her silly! Fuck her as thoroughly as I'm being fucked ... because this is the one and only time you 're going to get turned on by seeing me in action ...!
No longer able to control her own mounting desires, the blonde wife began gyrating her hips in an abandoned tempo that the Judge was hard pressed to match. The dual cocks increased their ravishing speed into her hotly sucking mouth and rectum, buffeting her shamelessly fucking body between them like a rag doll. "Fuck! Fuck!" Gale chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her lewdly tingling mouth and anus. "All of you, fuck! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!"
They were alive in her! The hard rubbery cock-head imbedded in her rectum, the tingling pound of the semen-bloated testicles against her vaginal slit and against her drooling chin, the thick folds of flesh along the penis screwing into her mouth as if it were another cunt ... they were all part of her now! She was one with them, and in spite of her pain, her tongue began a wild licking at the hardened shaft filling her cheeks. She butted her ass-cheeks back against the Judge's driving member like a frothing animal, feeling as she did so the first tentative waves of her climax taking hold of her. She mewled around the expanding penis pummeling her mouth in pure, unabashed delight, letting her own orgasm build in direct cadence with Craig's and Judge Granger's, knowing it wouldn't be long now, wouldn't be long at all....
Craig Dalston's wife watched salaciously, her eyes scant inches from where the twin cocks were scourging Gale's orifices like twin battering rams. The sight of the once-innocent blonde going stark raving mad the way she was and turning into a sex-crazed maniac was simply too much for Helen not to respond to! "Ohhh," she grunted beneath Andy's hotly pistoning hardness. "Oh, I ... I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum already!"
"Cum, cum, cum," babbled Andy frantically. He plunged into her and fucked harder and faster, and just as they heard the first howling signs that the trio next to them were cumming, with a loud groan of release Andy ejaculated deeply inside Helen's quivering cuntal channel, pumping his hot virile seed far, far up into her nakedly churning belly. Helen's own blistering orgasm spiraled up until she thought she'd lost her mind, and then they both collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, the brunette wife on her back with her legs limply out on either side. The rounded pink lips of her quivering pussy could be seen wet and glistening as Andy slipped his wilting erection from inside of her with a wet sluicing sound. As they rolled apart, Helen viewed the totally depraving sight of her husband and Judge Granger nakedly bringing Gale Bancroft to her final crest of orgasm....
Craig gave a sudden grunting noise and his pummeling cock felt ready to burst. He locked his hands hard around the back of Gale's bobbing head, drawing her warm wet mouth deep down on his cock until only a small bit could be seen protruding from her voraciously sucking lips. She groaned from the discomfort of his impossibly inflating penis, and then mewled in wild delight as she tasted the first thick spurts of his hot, fiery semen. His gushing cum flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the moist warm cavity and bloating her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the delicious creamy sperm as he emptied his testicles into the depths of her tender stomach.
The Judge, laboring behind her, drove his massive hardness forward harder, working demon-like with its long, brutal strokes far up into her convulsively puckering rectum. "I'm cumming! Yeeeooowww, I'm cumming!"
Gale felt as if the Judge's cock were ramming all the way through her body and meeting Craig's in her throat. A horrendous burning surge of hot, swirling seed spewed deep up into her anus as the old politician continued to howl in orgiastic rapture. The seething sperm filled her belly ... and then her own climax struck her.
Gale's orgasm was an intense release that exploded her juices simultaneously with the outpourings of Craig and the Judge. She felt their semen and her secretions rushing to comingle, flowing down from her mouth and down from her anus, and up from her seething cunt to become one together in the pit of her lovely belly. In that moment she went a little insane with passionate delight, and for long, soulless moments she knew nothing other than the incomparable joy of the twin cocks draining into her, while her own fluid rapture rivuleted from her spasming cunt lips and down her helplessly quivering thighs to the rumpled table cloth below....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gradually, the two men withdrew their wilting cocks from Gale Bancroft and the five naked people all sprawled out on the table, half-comatose from their climaxes. Gale lay across the loins and muscular chest of Craig Dalston, her slim legs wide apart, a tempting view of her sperm-flooded anus gleaming in the light. Her husband Andy crawled over from Helen to reach her, his eyes fastening on her ravaged genitals as he placed an affectionate hand on her thigh.
"I love you baby," he said.
"Do you?" she asked dully.
"Jesus, that was some ride," the Judge sighed blissfully.
"I'll second the motion," Helen Dalston murmured.
"Unbelievable," Craig said softly, still not comprehending the entire situation but not too interested in asking questions.
"I do love you, Gale," Andy tried again. "I never knew you were this way. But it's all right."
"Thanks for forgiving me, Andy. That's big of you." '
"I mean, now that I understand, we can have lots of fun ... We'll fit right in with the senate night life." The ache that was his love for his wife was ready to tear his heart out, and he couldn't fathom her strange, distant, barely civil manner. He couldn't see that it was too late. The corruption of her faith and idealism had been too complete, too monstrous and savage for any reconciliation with what she and Andy had once shared as husband and wife.
Gale closed her eyes, steeling her body for what had to be done. She felt no shame, and there was nothing odd about that, she thought, and she cared little about what she'd done here. It was too late for that, too. It was too late for everything. She felt sore and wet and totally abused, but nothing like the horror and guilt she'd experienced at the beginning. She would never forget these two nights, but she'd lived through them and could again if necessary, though the blight would live on in her soul forever.
"I want you now," Andy whispered pleadingly. "I want to make love to you right here, right now. Gale, I love you ... I want to show you how much I love you."
The Judge looked at Andy and his wife. "Good idea, boy," he urged. "Fuck her next. Maybe I'll take on Helen. Hell, there's a long night of fun and games ahead of us!"
"Yeah," Craig said, rising to the occasion with another erection. "Go on-I want to see you fuck your wife for a change."
"Okay, Gale?" Andy asked. "You want me to?"
"No."
There was a stunned silence. The naked blonde woman sat up, wincing as she moved her stretched muscles, and then she stared stonily at her blinking husband. "I want a cab called, that's what I want. Judge? You hear that? You call Mr. Rasmussen at Quincy Cab Company and get him down here to pick me up immediately."
"But ... But what's the matter?" Judge Granger blustered. "Didn't you like what we did?"
"Yes, of course I did." How could she deny it after her lewd performance?
"Next time will be even better, my dear. I promise!"
"There won't be another time-at least not for me."
"Why not?" Andy asked, frowning. "Why are you angry? You started it all tonight."
"And I'm ending it-for me. I don't care what the rest of you do. I'm not angry; I'm very satisfied, as a matter-of-fact. Everybody was very good, and I'll remember how virile you all are as long as I live." She pulled herself slowly to the edge of the table and stood up, tottering a little and bracing herself with one hand. "But it's finished," she added. "Now please, get me a taxi while I go upstairs, clean myself, pack and dress."
"I think you're being very hasty, young woman," the Judge grumbled belligerently. "I don't think I'll do any such-"
"You listen to me," Gale snapped at him. "You call me that cab, you ancient pervert or so help me I'll walk to town if it takes me all night, and then I'll blow the whistle on this whole sorry clambake. And on your Senate Bath & Sauna Club, too."
"Harrumph! Fap! I believe you're serious, my dear. I'll ... be most glad to call you a taxi."
"I don't ... don't understand, Gale! As my wife, you better-"
She leaned over the table and placed an extended finger over his lips. "Darling Andy, I'm not going to be your wife much longer. I'm not going to be anybody's wife. I'm going to be my own girl and find out about living a little more."
He commenced to shake his head slowly, a numbed expression creeping over his handsome features. "You mean ... divorce me? You can't! It'll ruin me, Gale!"
"Tough tittie."
"But making love to the Judge ... and then this tonight ... Isn't it because you love me, want me to be a Senator?"
She smiled. "Sweet, conceited Andy, I'm afraid you're in for a shocker. I let the Judge fuck me and sucked off Craig because I wanted them, not their power. It seems I like men, all sorts of men, some of them at the very same time. It has nothing to do with you or your silly career.
"You ... You don't mean that, Gale!"
"Don't bet against it, darling. These nights here have taught me a lesson," she said, a light flickering in her blue eyes that he'd never seen before. "I find I've been missing a lot of action, and definitely not the sort I can get from pot-bellied old senators. And I don't think I want any more wifely duties to tie me down, Andy-no more stirring the food over the stove when there's handsome men to take me to nightclubs. Please try to see it my way."
"And ... And if I don't?" he shot at her, his voice hardening in anger and wounded pride.
"Then I'm sorry for you," she said simply and then walked toward the doorway, feeling his eyes caressing her naked flanks for the last time in his life. At the door, she turned to remind the Judge about the taxi, seeing the tears forming in her deflated husband's eyes. She could feel no compassion in her soul for him now. Now it would be her turn to use and discard, corrupt and spoil and cynically take advantage of. Now it would be her chance to make men squirm, just as she'd been made to squirm by the Judge, the Dalstons and Andy.
"Andy," she called softly, "in later years, I want you to remember one thing. You were willing to sell me to Judge Granger and Lord only knows how many other politicians for your own power. But you forgot one small detail."
"What's that?"
"I'm not for sale ... never have been, Andy." And then she started for the stairs, already anticipating her new life ahead....
