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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
One-On-One
Chapter 1
The itch began near the back of her anus and weedled its way
right on up and over her erected clitoris. That certain itch that
comes only to women in desperate need. Midge was more than
familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time ...
yes ... Midge knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not
wanting to ... but the demand was there, spinning in her brain,
warming her body.
She squirmed in her lonely bed and tried to resist the lusty
thoughts that seemed to actually whisper about the room.
Midge turned over in bed and reached out a slender, well-
manicured hand toward the small paperback book in the drawer of
the night table. She kept it there, knowing that Robert would
never see it. She was embarrassed at the very sight of it, but
she had a need for it now ... a need for the excitement to be
found within its covers. She glanced nervously at the clock for
what seemed to her to be the millionth time. It was eleven-
thirty, and Robert was not home yet. It was the fourth night in a
row now that he had not come home for dinner ... not anywhere
close to dinnertime. It was getting to be too much, every night
later and later, and all because of that damned promotion. She
cared about his getting ahead, certainly ... but at what price?
It was almost like not being married at all.
Midge stretched her long slim legs out under the covers, down
to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. She felt overwarm.
Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown, the
transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours, as moisture
from her nervous perspiration seeped through to the material. She
adjusted her pillows, propping them behind her back, and with a
quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. Then
she opened the forbidden book to the page she had marked with a
small slip of paper.
"Cliff began the steady back and forth motion that was a
forerunner of what was to come. He placed the tip of his member
to her moist, hair-shielded opening, then with a sudden thrust he
pushed all the way into her and the entire bulk of his cock slid
into her, creating a wondrous sensation that filled her with a
steadily rising fire."
Midge put the book down, her smooth creamy breasts heaving as
she caught her breath. She glanced once more at the clock and
listened a moment. Perhaps she would hear the car pulling into
the driveway. But she heard nothing ... only the sounds of
crickets chirping in the warm night air of the comfortable Long
Island home. She had decided to wear the most alluring nightgown
she owned that evening. One of Robert's favorites. She was
determined that he would not ignore her tonight. She mentally
began to count days in her head ... the days it had been since her
husband had last made love to her. Yes, it was more than two
weeks! In all of the five years they had been together, there had
never been such a long stretch between their lovemaking. A few
days maybe, but nothing like this. She had always been secretly
pleased that Robert continued to show such an avid interest in her
body as the years of their marriage passed.
But now it was different. He always seemed so preoccupied
these days since it became known that he was in line for a
promotion from Senior Art Director to the position of Account
Executive at Carter and White advertising. He had let her know in
no uncertain terms that he did not intend to be stuck as an art
director all his life ... that wasn't where his interests lie. He
wanted the big money ... the big office ... the best of
everything.
Somehow Midge wished that things could remain the same for
them. She had considered herself very happily married up until
this point. Now Robert was hardly ever at home, and she missed
him. Her body missed his touch. She wondered if he was bored
with her ... perhaps it was her fault somehow. But her mirror
still reflected a splendid shape of which any woman would be
proud. Her dark hair reflected smoldering red highlights and her
skin was fresh and clear. She had been a much sought after
photographer's model before marrying Robert, and she had lost none
of her good looks since then. If anything, she had grown more
beautiful than before. No, she didn't think it was her fault, and
yet she had tried everything these last few days to tempt him ...
and nothing had worked. Well, tonight would be different she
thought. Tonight she would not let him ignore her. With a sigh,
Midge returned to her book.
"He wrapped his arms tightly about the young girl's willing body,
pushing deeper and deeper until her moans and sighs filled the
entire room. Suzanne had never felt anything like this before
...!"
Midge quickly closed the book. She could hear the sound of
the Pontiac pulling into the drive. The wheels crunched over the
fine gravel and then came to a stop. There was a moment of
stillness after the motor was cut. The car door slammed and she
heard Robert's quick, heavy step on the walk. She threw the
naughty book back into the drawer and jumped out of bed ... so
that she could examine herself once more in the mirror.
After smoothing her hair and adjusting her gown, she applied
a few more drops of "Madame Rochas" to her earlobes, one more drop
inside the deep cleavage of her breasts, and another to the soft
vee between her shapely thighs. He simply could not refuse her
tonight, she knew. Her lavender gown reached only to the tops of
her soft pink thighs, but even if the gown had continued down to
her toes, not one inch of Midge's lush body would have been hidden
from even the least curious gaze, for the material was of the
sheerest available. It did not hide the shadow of her curly pubic
hair that softly covered her sex mound, nor did it hide the rosy
tips that crowned her generously proportioned globular breasts.
When she turned to hop back in bed, the mirror reflected two
nether cheeks of ample size to fit, each one, the curve of a large
masculine hand, as they gently bounced rhythmically to each step
she took.
When Robert opened the door of the bedroom, Midge was propped
seductively back on her pillows, smiling pleasantly at him.
"Hello, darling," he said, kissing her briefly on the lips
and turning to go to his closet, where he promptly began to
disrobe. Midge watched him as he took his things off, his back to
her.
"Sorry I'm so late again," he continued. "Just couldn't be
helped. Ron wanted to go over some pointers with me about
tomorrow's meeting of the big wigs. Could be very important." He
was nude by this time ... and Midge admired his strong, muscular
back, the firm, tight buttocks and the long tanned legs that had
so attracted her to him five years ago when they had first met at
Ocean Beach. She blushed and looked away as he turned to come
toward the bed. A thrill ran through her at the thought that they
could soon be making love. Her body longed for him ... it was like
a dull ache all over.
"God ... I'm tired!" Robert exclaimed, letting himself fall
heavily into the bed. He covered his nude body with the
lightweight summer blanket. He could feel himself falling asleep
as his head touched the pillow.
But Midge pressed her warm body against the hard flatness of
his reclining form.
"Oh, darling," she said ... "darling, I've missed you so
much!" She kissed his shoulders with soft moist lips and wrapped
one long silky leg around his.
Robert wanted only to roll over and go to sleep. Thoughts of
the next day's meeting drifting through his head. But he felt the
nudging pressure of Midge's body touching him. One of her breasts
brushed against his arm. The familiar scent of her perfume
reached his nostrils just as Midge slid her leg between his, and
he could feel his penis involuntarily begin to rise in
anticipation of what she would do next.
Midge could feel the shiver that ran through her husband, and
encouraged by it, she placed her hand on his groin. She felt an
electricity run through her as her hand touched the stiffness of
his erect cock. She closed her hand around its girth, imagining
the enormity of it plunged deep inside her, touching the very
depths of her womb. She emitted a soft groan of desire as Robert
turned slowly toward her.
He gathered her trembling body against his, pressing his
throbbing member against her soft, fleece-covered pussy as he did
so. Midge writhed against him in ecstasy. At last it was going
to happen.
It seemed like she had been waiting forever. Her body
strained, all its muscles tight, begging to be possessed by him.
Clinging to his massive chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around
his neck, letting her hips execute a slow grinding motion against
his rock-hard cock. Robert pushed up the fold of her scanty gown
and felt the nakedness of her loins. He entwined one thick finger
in the ringlets of hair surrounding her cunt and then teasingly
slid it between the folds that covered the tiny ridges of her
soft, quivering sex.
"Oooooh ... !" she moaned. "Oh, darling don't stop ... yes,
do that some more!"
Robert continued to slide his finger back and forth, causing
a delicious friction in Midge's cunt as he flicked back and forth
across the bud of her swelling clitoris.
"MMmmm ..." she crooned, and Robert felt as though his cock
would burst, her sounds excited him so. He caught his hand up
under one firm round breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked
that.
"Aah!" she cried out in pain. But the pain subsided quickly
as the fire built in her belly. Robert's finger plunged on and on
and then suddenly slid down to the opening of her vaginal lips and
slid inside the smooth, quivering dampness. He inserted two
fingers and then three, letting them twist around up and up into
the clasping wetness of her pussy.
"Ooooh darling, darling! Yes, yes!" she cried, out of her
head with bliss.
Robert could feel her soft, yielding vaginal walls melting
all around his hand, her body bucking under him. He pressed down
on her so that she was lying beneath the full weight of his body,
never ceasing his plunder of her flesh. He knew that he would
have to enter her soon. His testicles were beginning to ache from
the pressure building up in them.
Damn! he thought. She was sure hot for it!
Midge moaned beneath his weight.
"Oh, darling. It feels so good ... so good ... please don't
stop!"
Robert looked down at his wife's lovely, passion-contorted
face. It always excited him to look at her while he was making
love to her, and this time was no exception.
"Yes ..." he said to her through clenched teeth, "I guess it
has been a long time." With that he quickly withdrew his fingers
from the straining, palpitating slit between her legs.
Midge knew he was going to enter now, and she felt a rush of
unbearable desire ... so great it was almost painful; a desire to
have Robert's cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand
ground persistently into her breast, and she wanted nothing better
than to have him obliterate her, pound her into the bed, to be
completely flattened beneath him.
Robert pressed his lips to her and pushed his tongue deep
into her mouth. Midge writhed still more and pushed her hips up
to meet his. The tip of his cock was pressing at the entrance of
her steaming passage. Steadily, he pushed and the swollen prick
slid smoothly into her like a slippery snake burrowing into its
nest, stretching the pliant walls of Midge's vagina as it sank
deeper and deeper up into her warm, waiting belly.
"Aaaaah ... Robert ... oh Robert, darling!" Midge was wild
now, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the bed and
grasping her husband about the neck. Then her nails were on his
back, running the length of its arched surface, trailing tiny red
lines along his skin. Her long legs snaked up around his back,
and with her powerful thigh muscles she pulled Robert still closer
to her burning body.
Yes, this was what she had wanted! This was it! This feeling
that she could live forever as long as Robert was there above her,
taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. Robert rode
her, pounding hard, slapping into her with all his might; he could
feel his rod touching bottom each time he dipped into her. She
was squirming wildly beneath him. He knew it would not be long
now and he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will
just to keep up with her pace. Her ravenous body begged his for
more with each churning movement.
"Oh, harder! Harder!" she gasped, as her heels beat a wild
tattoo on his back. He thought he would go mad if he didn't soon
spurt his hot, scalding cum deep into her sex-starved chasm.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" She was gasping for air now as she felt
her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there ... almost but not
quite. Just a few more seconds ...
Robert felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly.
Quickly he threw his hands down beneath Midge's knees and pulled
her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft
cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his
thighs and his cock slipped even further down into the slanted
shaft of her pussy. Those few extra centimeters were enough to do
it for him and with a cry of abandon he let loose a stream of
thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into her wildly
contracting womb.
But it was much too soon for Midge. She had felt herself
climbing toward the peak, and then just before she reached it and
the blessed orgasm she sought, Robert reached his own climax. His
body slumped on hers as she clung to him, still hoping against
hope that she could still make it. But his rapidly deflating
prick slowly slipped from the heat of her unsatisfied cunt, and
try as she might, she could get no more pleasure from it.
Robert's deep even breathing, heavy and moist against her
shoulder, told her that he was sound asleep. She lay there
silently for sometime, and then gently pushed his relaxed form to
the side, managing to wriggle out from under his weight.
She lay quietly beside him, trying to fight back the tears
forming in her eyes at the great disappointment she felt. But
finally she gave up the struggle and let the tiny pools of water
flow silently down her cheeks. To have gone that long without
making love ... and now to have this happen. It was too much, she
thought bitterly, tasting the saltiness of her tears at the corner
of her mouth. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, sending
her blood rushing through her veins. Her entire organism was set
in motion for a climax that had eluded her.
Robert lay on his back beside Midge, a light snore issuing
from his slightly parted lips. Midge moaned softly and pressed
her legs softly together, creating an increased sensation in her
tingling pussy.
Gradually her hand found its way to the soft folds of flesh
hidden beneath the moisture-matted tufts of pubic hair. Her
finger searched out the protruding nub of her clitoris. She
sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed
surface. It sent a delightful feeling rushing through her; from
her quivering mound it rushed up past her belly button and over
the taut erections of her nipples. Pressure built in her ears as
the tension mounted and her fingers moved agilely among the satiny
tissues of her cunt.
Midge was embarrassed at first by what she was doing, but
then Robert's breathing continued to come steadily beside her and
she realized that there was not a chance in the world that he
would wake up, even if she were to make a lot of noise. Even so,
she kept her moans low and soft although the self-induced pleasure
was acute and maddening.
But, something about the secrecy of what she was doing gave
her an illicit thrill and made her experience an even greater
enjoyment. Her breath came in jagged uneven spurts as her hand
roamed the terrain of her hungry sex. Furiously her fingers
worked the tormented flesh, creating ever new patterns of
excitation. Over and up they traced ... back and forth ...
sometimes sliding down and inside the hot tunnel of her pussy.
She groaned and twisted her body quickly from side to side,
raising and lowering her hips to meet her fast moving fingers.
Her tongue licked the corner of her wide-open mouth as she
sucked in her breath at a new peak of frenzy. On and on she went,
until she could bear it no more, and suddenly her orgasm burst
upon her like a dam breaking, flooding her with a torrent of
shattering emotions, racking her body with ripping spasms of joy.
Midge's eyes brimmed once more with tears, but this time they were
caused by the dizzying heights of her solitary pleasure.
She lay back, exhausted ... her body satisfied at last ...
but as the sensation slowly ebbed away, a great sadness enveloped
her, as once more Robert's slow, even breathing reached her ears.
She became upset once more that her pleasure had not come from her
husband, but from her own hand.
"Damn it!" she said to herself angrily ... "Damn!" She
turned abruptly on her side, and after a short while fell into a
deep but restless sleep.
Chapter 2
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Church," the head-waiter said, barely
looking up from his reservation chart.
"Good afternoon, Andre. Has Mrs. Whitman arrived yet?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andre answered, signaling for a waiter. "Show
Mrs. Church to Mrs. Whitman's table. Number 21." Midge followed
the waiter to the table across the room next to the window that
she and Deedie always reserved when they had lunch together.
Deedie was married to Robert's boss at the agency and she and
Midge had become good friends soon after Robert had started with
Carter and White.
It was an important relationship for both women. Midge was
glad to have a somewhat older woman in her confidence - someone
who had seen a good deal more of life and was willing to share her
experience. And for Deedie, Midge made her feel younger than her
years. She was pleased that she was still able to communicate
with someone Midge's age.
"Sorry I'm so late, Deedie," Midge said as the waiter pulled
out her chair for her. "But I've had a simply terrible morning.
And then ..."
"Forget it," Deedie interrupted. "It gave me a chance to
have a quiet drink. Waiter, bring us two more of these, please,"
she ordered politely, dismissing him as soon as Midge was seated.
"Here," Deedie offered, pushing her half-finished drink over to
Midge. "Have some of this until the waiter brings a fresh one for
you. You look like you need it more than I do," she quipped, half
joking, half serious.
"Thanks," Midge answered. "I have the feeling I'm going to
need several of these before I even begin to feel human again."
"Well, you go right ahead," Deedie said, fishing in her bag
for a cigarette. "I wish I had a dime for every drink our
husbands had over their lunches the past few years!"
As Deedie lit her cigarette, the waiter brought over the
fresh drinks and set them in front of the two women. Midge took
the last sip of Deedie's drink and handed the empty glass to the
waiter.
"We'll order later, thank you," she said to the waiter and
immediately started in on her fresh drink.
"Hey, you weren't kidding, were you?" Deedie asked as she
watched Midge take several large gulps from her drink. "Slow
down, girl, or we won't have to bother ordering lunch!" she
laughed. Midge only stared at her. "Is something wrong, Midge?"
But Midge was lost in her thoughts and gave no response.
"I said," Deedie almost shouted. "Is anything wrong?"
"What?" Midge asked. "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't paying
attention!"
"I should say you weren't. What's on your mind? You
certainly don't seem like you're here just to have a gossipy lunch
with me. Are you having troubles or something?"
"No, I'm not in any kind of trouble. Well, in a way I guess
I am. Oh, Deedie, I just don't know who to turn to!"
"Listen, Midge. You know there isn't anything you can't tell
me. That's what a best friend is for."
"Yes, I know," Midge answered. "It's just that ... well,
it's not an easy subject to just blurt out. Even to your best
friend."
"If you don't want to talk about it ..."
"No, Deedie. I have to talk to someone."
"Is it about Robert?"
"How did you know?" Midge started to ask.
"Honey, when you've been married as long as I have you begin
to be able to recognize the symptoms easily. What's wrong?"
Midge took another large sip from her drink and set it down.
A few days ago she never would have dreamed that she would be
confiding such an intimate fact, but now, she had to do something,
had to get someone's advice. And it was true, Deedie had been
married a long time ... she probably would be able to give her
some good advice.
Now that Robert was no longer home, even on weekends, Midge
felt it was time to take some kind of action. But she could not
imagine what. They had not made love during the week following
their last unsuccessful (for Midge) attempt, and she became
increasingly upset as the days went by. Finally this very morning
she had approached Robert at breakfast. Perhaps she had gone
about it the wrong way ... but then, she was so terribly
disturbed. He had responded angrily, telling her that nothing
would stop him from staying out if his promotion depended on it,
and accusing her of nagging and hinting that perhaps she was the
kind of wife who was more of a drawback to her husband than an
asset. He hadn't said it in exactly those words, but Midge knew
what he was getting at. She had stood speechless, her mouth open
in astonishment as Robert slammed out the front door.
Tears sprang to her eyes now as she thought of it, and
finally she broke down and began to tell Deedie exactly what the
trouble was. She told her everything, not leaving out the part
about their incomplete sex life, since that was really the most
important part. She felt that she could bear his staying away, if
only he seemed to love her and to want her as before.
Deedie listened intently as the story unfolded, munching on
the low calorie lunch she had ordered. Midge, preoccupied, picked
at her food as she talked, and drank more than her usual share of
the potent Gibsons that she and Deedie were fond of having.
Finally Midge was silent, and the dishes had been removed.
The waiter brought them coffee and departed, leaving them alone.
"Well, honey, that's quite a story. I really didn't know
that you had had it so good up 'til now!"
"What do you mean?" asked Midge indignantly.
"Oh ... wait a minute ... I didn't mean anything really ...
except that most of us wives who are caught up in this lousy
business of being an advertising man's wife, especially one at
Carter and White ... most of us have long since gotten over that
phase. I mean the phase you're in, honey!"
"Deedie, I just don't understand what you're saying. What do
you mean by 'phase'? I'm very serious. I'm not just imagining
things."
"Oh, I know that. Only too well. And I'm afraid I have to
be bearer of bad news. It's not going to get any better. More
than likely, it'll get worse. Now don't go getting on your high
horse! Just listen to Mother. She knows what she's talking about
- unfortunately! The only solution to your problem is to do what
everyone else does ...!"
"What's that? What does everyone else do?" Midge asked
hesitantly.
"Everyone ... you should excuse the expression ... gets a
little on the side."
"Deedie!" Midge cried, shocked by what she heard. "I can't
believe ..."
"You can't believe now ..." Deedie interrupted. "But you
will. You will."
"You mean ... you ..." Midge started, unable to believe her
ears!!!
"Yes, dear ... I. But I am by no means the only one. You'll
come to find that it's the only answer as time goes on. And then,
eventually it doesn't seem so unusual, really. It's actually a
rather entertaining concept. You certainly never get bored. And
that gets to be very important after spending all those evenings
at home alone, and those Sundays at the movies while Robert is out
running around the golf course with some client."
Midge nervously glanced at her watch.
"Oh my goodness, look at the time. I'm late for my
hairdresser appointment! I'm sorry to run off like this," she
blurted out, picking up her gloves and bag and getting out of her
chair, "but you know how finicky Mr. Joseph can be if you're
late."
Deedie knew that Midge's appointment wasn't until tomorrow
morning, but she said nothing. Poor kid. But, she had to find out
sometime.
"We'll see you at the Kelly's party tomorrow night!" she
called out as Midge made her way out of the restaurant and into
the warm summer air.
Chapter 3
As Robert pulled into the Kelly's driveway, he surveyed the
sumptuous grounds surrounding the Manor House. This was just the
way he wanted to live. There was a fantastic view of the Bay from
the house which was perched on the top of a sloping hill. Every
light in the house was glittering brightly ... the party was a big
one. The sound of music and laughter drifted from the open
terrace windows that gave on to the grounds.
"Now, remember," Robert said to Midge who sat quietly beside
him. "Remember, this party could mean everything! Dick Kelly is
Kelly Household Products and if I land this account I'll be able
to write my own ticket ..."
"Yes, Robert, you've told me. My memory isn't quite that
short. We've been over this several times before!"
"Okay... I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly,
that's all. It's got to be perfect." He brought the car to a
stop, jumped out and went around to the other side to open the
door for Midge.
Midge noticed how handsome her husband looked in his tuxedo.
She was proud of him, but she was worried tonight. He had
scarcely mentioned the way she looked, and she had gone out of her
way to make herself especially beautiful for the party. He had
looked her over, but more as though to see her through the eyes of
the guests at the party, than through his own. She felt vaguely
dissatisfied as they walked up to the house.
A butler let them in and they were greeted by Dick Kelly who
was standing with a small group of people near the door. Midge
noticed him right away, for he was a good head taller than most of
the men present, and wore a dark burgundy-colored tux. There were
waiters scurrying about through the many rooms of the house, and
each room was filled with well-dressed, good-looking people.
Robert introduced Midge to Dick Kelly, who smiled and took
her hand, hesitated a moment and then placed it to his lips.
Midge blushed a deep scarlet.
"Why, Bob," Dick asked "why didn't you tell me you had such a
gorgeous wife stashed away at home?"
Robert smiled broadly and put his arms around her waist,
letting his hand fall almost obscenely just below her left breast.
"I like to keep her for special occasions!" he answered almost
suggestively and then excused himself leaving Midge on her own.
A short while later she found herself abandoned. Almost
everyone at the party was a member of Carter and White, or of
Kelly products. Midge knew some of the wives on sight and she had
been introduced to Connie Kelly, a stunning blonde in a Dior
dress, but apparently Deedie and Ron hadn't arrived, since she
didn't see them anywhere in the vast crowd of people that kept
steadily growing.
Midge sipped her scotch and soda and glanced about her. She
was very impressed with the opulence of her surroundings. She had
never before seen anything quite like it. The house itself was a
small mansion built in the Tudor fashion with beautiful hand-
carved doors and stained glass windows framed by window nooks in
the old style. The main living room was immense, housing a large
stone fireplace, large comfortable leather chairs and terrace
doors opening onto a sloping lawn. A huge tapestry hung from the
ceiling, and up on a small balcony a colorful mosaic depicted a
pastoral scene. A suit of armor stood at the entrance-way,
causing most of the guests to do a double-take as they entered the
room.
It wasn't difficult for her to fend off the thinly veiled
passes of most of the men she encountered at the party. Sometimes
she wondered why they even bothered. Didn't they know she was a
married woman?
She continued circulating from group to group, getting by
with a few words and a smile to those she knew and then continuing
on. She was in no mood to get involved in long conversations ...
it was too difficult when her mind was on other things. She
wondered where Robert was. She had already gone through most of
the rooms without seeing him. She heard some of the men say that
there was a billiard room upstairs, and she supposed that he was
there.
A waiter appeared with a tray of fresh drinks and she took
one, placing her empty glass on the tray. Just then, she spotted
Deedie across the room and made her way over to where she stood.
"Deedie!" she called out. "I'm so glad to see you. What
kept you so long?"
"Hi, sweetie ... oh you know, that husband of mine. It takes
him forever to get anywhere. And they complain about us women!
Ha! Thank God we're here though ... looks pretty posh. Where's
that man of yours?"
"Oh, I guess he's around somewhere. I haven't seen him since
we walked in the door to tell you the truth. Well, ..."
"Well," Deedie went on, "we girls can have fun without them
for a while anyway. Besides I see some pretty good-looking
creatures here tonight. Speaking of good-looking creatures, what
do you think of Dick Kelly?" she said, a strange glint in her
eyes.
"Dick Kelly? Oh, he's all right, I suppose," Midge answered
absentmindedly.
"Did you see that dress his wife is wearing? Well, I guess
if I had a figure like that I'd wear a dress like that too. As it
is, I'm constantly bordering on the stylishly stout. Lucky for me
a lot of perfectly divine people enjoy the motherly type." Deedie
laughed good naturedly, sipping her drink and looking about her
with interest.
"Deedie, I just can't get over you. I feel just terrible,"
Midge whined.
"Nonsense. That shouldn't last long. I insist that you
cheer up! You hear me ... I insist!" And with that, Deedie
drifted off in the direction of a group of young men who were
holding an animated conversation in a corner.
Midge turned, feeling rather lost and lonely in the large
crowd, and not seeing Robert, wandered across the living room and
out onto the terrace that overlooked the bay. The sudden rush of
cool air wafting in from the sea water caressed her face in its
brisk moistness.
"Mmmm ..." she sighed as she felt the fresh air clear her
head of the smoke and liquor from the party. Maybe Robert was
right, she thought. It certainly would be wonderful to live like
this ... to have the bay right out your back door ... to be able
to feel this wonderful breeze singing through your hair every
night of the year. But Midge's reverie was soon shattered. As
she scanned the vast expanse of the surrounding grounds, her eyes
focused upon two figures in the darkness ... two figures in the
clutch of a passionate embrace. Not wanting to embarrass anyone,
she started to turn back when suddenly she recognized the woman as
Connie Kelly, the host's wife.
Well, I never ... thought Midge. And in her own house. What
kind of woman ...? But her train of thought was interrupted when
the last of the mist that covered the moon drifted away and the
moonlight lit up the face of Connie's partner.
It was Robert!
His one hand was around Connie's waist while his other
fondled her breast through the sheer material of her dress. His
mouth crushed against hers as her hands played with his hardened
penis that was pressed against his tuxedo pants.
Midge's mouth fell open and her hand involuntarily flew up to
her parted lips to muffle the cry she knew was about to escape.
But even her clutching hand could not stop the flow of tears that
began streaming down her cheeks, causing thin black lines to run
from her mascaraed lashes. Not knowing what to do, she turned to
run back into the crowded house, and slammed into Deedie who was
standing directly behind her.
Deedie opened her arms and enfolded Midge to her bosom.
"Come on, honey. Let's go up the back way," she whispered as
she led Midge around to the side of the house and entered through
the kitchen which was filled with the house staff and the hired
caterers.
"Is anything wrong?" the chef asked as the two women quickly
passed by him.
"No," Deedie answered. "Just feeling a little faint. Is
there a way upstairs without going through the living room?"
"Sure. Just go through that door and up the stairs?"
Deedie nodded her thanks to the chef and steered Midge
through the door and up to the second floor. They walked down the
hall until they reached what Deedie knew to be a guest room and
she opened the door and gently pushed Midge in and closed the door
behind them.
Midge sat on the bed and her body shook as she tried to
control her sobbing.
"Let it all hang out, honey," Deedie whispered, sitting down
next to her. "You deserve a good cry." And Midge released her
deepest feelings as her body convulsed in hysterical tears.
"Oh God!" she cried. "Why ... why ... why?"
Deedie put her arms around her once more and gently rocked
her back and forth.
"Come on, honey," she said firmly. "I tried to tell you what
this kind of life is all about. Don't think you're the only one.
I've caught Ron in the same situation many times."
Midge's sobs subsided slightly. "What?" she asked
incredulously. "Several times! What did you do?"
"Nothing, Deedie answered matter-of-factly. "Absolutely
nothing. How do you think Ron got where he is today? Certainly
not on his talent!" she laughed. "You know as well as I do that
most of the assistant art directors at the agency know more about
the business than he does."
"I don't think that's true," Midge started to say.
"Don't think just because we're good friends that you have to
lie to spare my feelings. Ron got where he is by being 'nice' to
a lot of account's wives. And I don't mean like a boy scout.
He's jumped into bed and given what they want ... a good lay!
That's the way it is, honey. And so, why shouldn't I have just as
good a time. I've landed a few accounts myself, you know. How do
you think Carter and White got the Lauder account? Mr. Lauder is
very fond of me ... and believe me, it was worth every minute I
spent at it. I got what I wanted; Mr. Lauder got what he wanted;
and Ron got what he wanted; so everybody's happy. What's wrong
with that?"
"But your marriage?" Midge asked.
"My marriage," Deedie interrupted her again, "has never been
better. Listen, you can get awfully tired of the same man after a
while. The change is good for you. You learn quite a lot from
some men and it only makes sex with your husband better for it.
Not to mention some of the new tricks Ron's learned over the past
few years. I've never had it so good! Now before you go into
some tiring speech about marriage vows and fidelity, let's get
back down to the party before somebody misses us ... we should be
so lucky!"
Midge quietly fixed her face while Deedie waited impatiently
for her to finish. As soon as she was done, Deedie ushered her
out the door and back down to the party which was now at its peak.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Dick Kelly was
standing there drinking with another man.
"Excuse me," he said to his associate. "I'd like to have a
word with someone in private." And turning around just in time to
catch Midge under the arm, he steered her over to the bar to get a
fresh drink. Midge turned her head around to get Deedie's help,
but Deedie just smiled and turned to find someone for herself.
"Well," Dick started, "at last we have a chance to talk.
Seeing as how your husband may well be handling my account, we
should get to know each other better. You know, you can tell a
lot about a man by the wife he chooses. I'm sure you won't be a
disappointment!"
"A scotch and soda, please," Midge asked the bartender,
ignoring Dick's last statement.
"Make it two," Dick added.
"Listen," he said to Midge. "This is no place to talk,
really. Why don't you have lunch with me tomorrow?"
Midge turned to face him, about to give him a piece of her
mind when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Robert slipping in
the terrace door and heading for a small group of men where he
immediately jumped in the conversation, obviously trying to give
the impression that he had been there quite a while.
The quick vignette didn't pass unnoticed by Dick either, but
when Midge turned back to him, he had his glass up to his lips as
if nothing had happened.
"Well?" he asked again. "About lunch?"
Midge hesitated for just a brief second.
"Why, yes ... I'd love it."
Chapter 4
Midge paused outside of the restaurant. She felt foolish,
and for some reason she was trembling slightly. She glanced at
her reflection in the glass of the entrance-way, and, with a sigh
of resignation, entered the darkness of Trader Vic's. Exotic
wood-carved statues lined the stairway leading down to the elegant
restaurant. Midge descended slowly, trying to get a good grip on
herself. She felt like turning around and going home. It seemed
so silly. Here she was, a married woman on her way to meet a
married man for lunch. Well, she thought, that's all it will be
... lunch ... no matter how I felt about it last night!
Midge approached the headwaiter, hoping that perhaps Dick
would not yet have arrived and she could take that excuse to
leave. But when she asked the dignified Oriental for Mr. Kelly,
his face brightened considerably and with a smile he instructed a
nearby waiter to escort Midge to the cocktail lounge where Dick
sat waiting for her.
The bar was very dark, and Midge had a hard time making out
the details until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She had
never been there before and in spite of her nervousness at the
idea of meeting Dick, she felt the beginnings of a sense of
excitement and adventure at what she was doing. Dick sat at a
small table in a far corner nursing a large drink. He rose as she
reached the table and with an easy gesture, briefly kissed her
hand, as he had when he first met her.
Midge blushed although she tried not to and sat down. Her
eyes lowered as she recovered her composure.
"Midge, how wonderful to see you. You look even more
beautiful than I remembered from last night."
The words sounded familiar, and made Midge recall the days
when she was single and dating. But she was surprised at how much
she enjoyed hearing them. It made her feel good. She settled
down in the chair, more comfortable now, as Dick ordered her a Mai
Tai. He was awfully nice looking, she noticed again as she
glanced across the table at him. And he wasn't really a bad sort.
By the time she had finished her second Mai Tai, Midge felt a
warm glow caused not only by the potent drinks, but by a feeling
of mellowness that was sneaking up on her. It seemed as though
she hadn't laughed in months, and Dick was doing everything within
his power to amuse her - and he was doing a good job. Midge
relaxed completely now with the comforting thought that she
certainly deserved to have a pleasant afternoon once in a while.
Robert hadn't even asked her what she had planned to do that day
when he left for the office. He obviously didn't care, so what did
it matter? And what real harm was there in feeling beautiful and
desired again anyway.
They had another drink in the bar, accompanied by flaming
hors d'oeuvres on a tiny charcoal stove that the waiter placed on
their table, and then moved to the restaurant dining room where
they were to have lunch.
When Midge stood up to move to the other room, she realized
that she was not too steady on her legs. She reeled slightly, but
then Dick took her arm to steady her and it was all right. She
was not accustomed to drinking much, and in the last few days, she
had already consumed more alcohol than she would have ordinarily
taken in several months.
Dick ordered a light lunch for them, and they had wine with
the meal. By the time they finished eating, Midge felt a little
dizzy but otherwise marvelous. Everything seemed so very suddenly
simple. Things didn't have to be bleak and dull. She was really
enjoying herself immensely. Dick was very attentive and seemed to
know how to go about doing things so that everything worked
smoothly. It was reassuring to be with him. She didn't have to
think about anything ... and that was a welcome relief.
They left the restaurant and walked along arm in arm for a
few blocks to the hotel. Midge gazed about her at the busy
streets of New York. It was a bright, sunny day, yet not so hot
that it was uncomfortable. Everything looked rosy and hazy to her
and she felt it was somehow exhilarating to be a little tipsy in
the afternoon.
* * *
Dick opened the door to the hotel suite and ushered her into
a beautifully furnished living room. Midge was surprised. She
had not expected it to be so plush. "Why, it's really very nice,"
she exclaimed.
"Sure it's nice," Dick replied, going to the bar. "Nothing's
too good for our clients. We can't make Kelly Household Products
look cheap. Can we?"
"No ... I guess not," said Midge. She had never even thought
about such things. She usually bought the products that Dick's
company manufactured, but she had never connected them with such
things as elegant suites, or even handsome account executives like
Dick. It was hard for her to remember the connection between Dick
and her husband. To Robert, this man was only a symbol of getting
ahead ... a stepping stone to a promotion. It was all so
confusing. She decided to just forget about it. She didn't want
to think about Robert anyway. It only made her angry all over
again.
She sank deep into the pillows of the long sofa in the middle
of the room and shook her shoes off. They landed on the thick rug
with a softened thud.
"Here we are ..." Dick said as he set two frosty glasses in
front of her on the cocktail table. "Try this. I think you'll
enjoy it."
"What is it?" Midge asked.
"Oh ... it's a little special concoction of mine. It's got
gin and bitters and a few other things ... taste it!" He sat down
next to her and raised his glass in a toast to hers.
"To us!" he said, letting his free hand drop to Midge's knee.
Midge hardly noticed his hand was there, for at first he
didn't move it at all, just letting it rest there casually. The
drink was potent but smooth and since Midge was slightly warm
after their walk over, she drank it down thirstily.
Dick drained his own glass and set it down on the table.
Then he encircled Midge in his arms and before she could object,
kissed her fully on the lips. Midge tried to turn her head away,
but he held her firmly. She realized that things were going a
little too fast. She hadn't really thought about anything like
this. She just hadn't thought at all actually. She tried to
squirm away, but he held on tighter still, making it difficult for
her to catch her breath. His hot tongue pushed deep inside her
mouth, searching out all the secret, wet corners, flicking against
and around moistly and persistently. "No ... no ..." she tried to
cry out ... but he continued his plunder of her mouth, pushing her
head far back onto the back of the sofa so that her body arched
against his; her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest.
Midge kept her eyes tightly closed and tried desperately to pull
away from him. But it was impossible, and in spite of herself,
she felt the spark of a tantalizing desire mounting inside her.
Suddenly a picture flashed in her mind. It was a picture of her
husband kissing Dick's wife, Connie. She felt sick inside again
for a moment ... sick and disgusted with what she had seen and
with herself, and then in an instant it all changed and her anger
returned. That bastard! She would show him. He thought he could
make a fool of her, but she would show him it wasn't quite so
easy.
Dick's hands roved up and down her back and she felt one slip
to her soft, smooth, rounded buttocks, where he began a slow
massage that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure racing through
her. Suddenly it was as though Dick's tongue were a burning torch,
shoving into her mouth ... and everywhere that his body touched
hers, she felt as though she were on fire. She uttered a low moan
of passion that was lost in the soft sounds of his mouth on hers.
What am I doing? she thought. Oh, God ... what am I doing?
But it was too late to stop, even if she had really wanted to.
Her body craved the hardness of a man against it, and its lustful
signals were too strong to overcome any mental objection she might
have had.
She felt herself sinking rapidly as the warm moisture of his
breath brushed against her ear.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?" he whispered. The words
resounded in her head, and instead of creating the effect that
Dick had expected it was as though someone had thrown cold water
on her. She felt cheap and dirty, like a common whore he had
brought up from the street for an afternoon's entertainment.
"No!" she said suddenly, loudly. "No ..." and abruptly
wrestled herself free from his embrace.
Thinking that the battle was won, and that Midge was more
than ready to go into the bedroom with him, Dick relaxed his
strong grip on her body, so that it was easy for her to break
away.
Midge jumped up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray.
"No!" she cried. "Dick, I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm really
not cut out for this ... I'm ..."
"Now wait just a minute," Dick said, his face reddening in
anger. "Just who in hell do you think you are, Miss High and
Mighty?" He reached up and pulled her roughly down on the sofa
beside him. Once more his arms went around her and he began to
speak to her in low, menacing tones, through clenched teeth,
holding her tightly against him while he spoke.
"Now you listen to me, sweetie. You don't just run around
drinking in hotel rooms with a guy and then think you're gonna
walk out when it gets down to the nitty-gritty. You're not a
teenager anymore, baby, and neither am I! Don't be fooled by the
fancy fixings here. It may be pretty, but when you take all this
stuff away it's just another hotel room ... and I'm in it ... and
that adds up to just thing in my book."
The words stung her ears ... and she tried desperately to get
away from him, or at least to cover her ears so that she could not
hear the ugliness of his words. He seemed different. His entire
manner changed from that of a perfect gentleman to a coarse, crude
longshoreman.
"No ... no ..." she screamed, "I've got to go. Please let me
go!" But his strength was too much for her and he continued his
cruel taunts, his eyes glinting fiercely and his handsome face
distorted by a mixture of lust and anger.
"Listen, honey ... I don't know if it means anything to you
or not ... but either you calm down and act sensibly or Mr. Church
... that is his name isn't it? Bob Church? Well, Mr. Church
won't get to be the big time exec at Carter and White. As far as
I'm concerned it's a toss up between Carter and White and D.D.M. &
O. for my account. And I tell you what. Mrs. Church is the one
who gets to make the decision with that hot little pussy of hers.
How about that?"
Dick chuckled to himself and once more covered Midge's lips
with his. He was determined to get into this little bitch's pants
now, no matter what. He had been speculating too much, ever since
the party last night, about what it would be like to feel his
prick between her legs in that warm little pussy. To let her walk
out the door now ... just because she was new at the game was
impossible. She'd just have to catch up fast, he thought.
Midge felt his cruel lips bruising hers, his tongue once more
forcing its way lewdly into her helplessly resisting mouth. She
could hardly believe her ears. It seemed impossible that this man
was saying such things to her. The very fact that she was there
alone in a hotel room with him seemed unreal to her, and she could
not even imagine how it all had come about. Then suddenly she
remembered. Her own husband and Dick's wife! Robert and Connie.
It was all his fault. Neglecting her all this time; probably out
making love to other women every night. All those nights he had
refused her. She felt hysteria rising in her at the ludicrous
position she was in. She didn't care about the damned promotion
... all she cared about ... all she could think about was the
image of Robert making love with another woman, probably hundreds
of other women ... and she, playing the foolish little housewife.
She was a woman, with a woman's needs.
As Dick's body ground against hers, it felt as though
something had snapped inside her. She hated this man and all he
stood for, and yet, there was something exciting about him. A
perverse pleasure began to expand within her at the evilness of
what was happening. It was horrible, the feel of Dick's tongue
lashing inside her mouth - horrible and yet strangely wonderful.
It was becoming more and more wonderful as she thought of what
Robert would think if he knew. It would serve him right!
Dick ground his hand into Midge's breast, enjoying the feel
of the pliant flesh beneath his hand. His fingers found her
nipple and gave it a vicious twist.
"Oooooh!" Midge groaned. But unwittingly Dick had done the
one thing that would make her melt in his arms. She felt a return
of the dizziness she had felt before as the gin swirled through
her bloodstream, and a piercing sensation raced through her body
from the tip of the nipple that Dick continued to torture, to her
belly where she felt her vaginal muscles contract strongly in
aching anticipation of being filled by a strange, hardened cock.
She felt the obscene touch of his other hand on her leg
rising slowly under her skirt, crawling along her thigh, tracing
rippling feelings of desire on her smooth, white skin.
A tremendous shudder racked her body as Dick's fingers
reached the soft vee nestled between her shapely thighs. He
rapidly slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties,
and parting the soft fleece of pubic hair, plunged them into the
wetness of her pussy. The thick fingers brushed harshly against
the nakedness of her flesh, thrusting into the crevice of her
sensitive slit, where they toyed with her now throbbing clitoris,
sending delicious sensations to every corner of her brain, making
her squirm and whimper with a desire that was rapidly building
into an uncontrolled inferno of naked desire.
"That's more like it, baby," Dick said, panting now that his
fingers had found their mark. "You catch on pretty fast."
Midge barely heard the words as her legs spread limply apart.
It did not seem to matter anymore what Dick said to her. There
was nothing to do now but respond to his touches. She wanted him
to continue his fumbling between her thighs, and involuntarily she
began to shift her hips so that he could have better access to her
hungry, tingling cunt.
"Ah ... that's it ... that's it," he rasped lewdly. "Now open
up those hot little thighs a little wider for me, honey. Come on,
I want to play inside a little!"
The obscene words reached Midge's ears and instead of
decreasing her pleasure, she felt a wonderful sense of wickedness,
and before she even realized that she had done it, she parted her
thighs wider at his command. Dick screwed his entire hand down
between her parted legs, and with a grunt, shoved three large
fingers into her pulsating pussy.
Midge cried out at the impact as the blunt edges of his
fingers hit against her sensitive cervix, deep in the secret
confines of her cunt. It felt unbelievably good.
"Ooooh!" she moaned, and for the first time she responded
with her entire body to Dick's advances. She pushed up from the
sofa, up against the flatness of the large frame that hovered over
hers. Dick began a back-and-forth motion with his hand in an
imitation of intercourse that rocked Midge's entire body each time
he reached the farthest depths of her smooth cunt passage.
"Ooooh ... aaah ... oooh!" Midge moaned over and over as
Dick's hand pummeled into her.
"Ready for the bedroom yet?" Dick asked. "Just tell me when
you're ready. Come on ... I need a lot more room with you than we
have here!"
Dick unceremoniously withdrew his hand from between her
thighs with a wet, sucking sound, and stood up. Midge lay there
stunned, and it was a moment before she could gather her thoughts
together.
"Come on!" said Dick, "I think you want it as much as I do."
Good God, she thought, what was she doing with this crude
man? And yet, when he reached down to help her up, she let him
pull her into his arms, where he pressed her so tight that she
could feel his stiffened member throbbing against the material of
his pants, pushing into her fluttering belly. He kissed her
lightly and then led her by the hand into the bedroom.
The bedroom was cool and the blinds were drawn. There was a
huge king-sized bed taking up most of the room. At the sight of
the bed, Midge had a wild moment of confusion. The whole thing
seemed so tawdry ... and the spread was disturbingly similar to
the one that covered her own bed at home. But Dick stood behind
her and, cupping her heaving breasts in his two hands, kissed her
on the neck. Her head swam, and it felt as though her knees were
going to buckle under her. Dick's long thin cock was pressing
into the cheeks of her buttocks through the material of her dress.
"You're gonna get one good fuck thrown to you, honey. I
don't know how good that husband of yours is, but I can tell you
one thing ... I'll give him a run for his money! Now come on,
let's get those clothes off!" Dick's hands worked on the long
zipper that ran the length of her dress and pulled it all the way
open. He pulled the soft lightweight material of her dress off
and let it slide to the floor. Midge stood there in her slip and
bra and panties, trembling at the lewdness of his last statement.
The coolness of the air-conditioned room reached her shoulders and
arms, and she felt goose pimples break out on her exposed flesh.
Dick ran his hands up and down her arms, still pressing himself
into her from behind. He let his hands roam over the slickness of
her slip where it stretched across her gently rounded belly, then
slid on to her unresisting loins, where he rubbed her teasingly,
sending vibrations of lust through her sensitized pussy.
Midge moaned softly as Dick turned her around to face him and
then walked her backwards to the edge of the bed. He let her fall
softly to its surface, and then stood above her while he removed
his clothing. It only took him a few seconds to take everything
off, and he was standing naked before her. Midge looked up at him
and saw his long, lust-hardened prick sticking straight up in the
air. Dick's muscular body stood tall and tense above her, filled
with an urgent desire for her. A shiver went through Midge's
limp, yielding body as she saw him take his cock into his hands,
fondling it almost absentmindedly, as he gazed down at her. She
could not help but imagine this strange man's obscene tool plunged
inside her, and she realized that she wanted to know what it was
like. Then why couldn't she just relax completely, she wondered.
Why was she tormented by these conflicting emotions after what she
had seen her own husband doing with this man's wife?
She did not have long to think about it, for Dick knelt down
beside her prone form and reached under her brief slip to her even
briefer panties, where he hooked his thumbs into their elastic and
pulled them down over her hips and her round, full buttocks and
threw them on the floor. Then he pushed her slip up and pulled it
off over her head. Midge felt as though she were in a dream. Here
she was, lying passively on the bed while a strange man removed
her clothes. There was something terribly evil about it, and it
was that very evilness that began to permeate the core of her
being with a heat that she could no longer deny. Any last
remaining thoughts about getting away were now gone, as she felt
her bra being ripped away from her firmly rounded breasts,
exposing them to Dick's avid stare, and to his grasping hands.
Midge lay completely naked on the bed. As Dick looked down
at her, he appraised her exquisite beauty. He looked at her full-
blown hips, tapering gently up to the small waist, then followed
the curves up to her soft white breasts, which he kneaded greedily
with his hands. His thumb and forefinger tweaked the rubbery
nipple of her right breast, then his left hand mimicked his right,
and on either side he held firmly in his grip the small twin peaks
of Midge's easily aroused bosom.
Midge writhed beneath the tortuous feel of his fingers
rolling the ball-like buds of her nipples ... back and forth,
round and round, until she thought she would lose her mind.
"Oooooh ... no ... no ..." she moaned, knowing that in a
moment she would be clawing at him, begging him to enter her, if
he did not do so quickly.
But Dick was in no hurry now that he had her nude and
helpless in front of him. He wanted to savour every moment of
this conquest. She was even more good-looking without her clothes
than he had thought. It was like taming a wild filly, he thought,
and he intended to bring her to full submission. He wanted her to
remember this afternoon's adventure for a long time. He lowered
himself slowly so that his body gradually lay flat and hard on top
of her wriggling form. His penis jumped as it contacted the
smoothness of her warm feminine stomach. His chest hairs pressed
into her breasts now, and he felt the erect nipples pointing into
his skin. This was really going to be good, he thought. He felt
nervous perspiration starting up all over his body as the tension
mounted and his lust grew.
"God, you're really stacked, sweetheart. I hope old Bob
appreciates what he's got here!" he laughed sarcastically.
The words hurt; Midge in the midst of her building excitement
felt another rush of bitter resentment against Robert. Well it
would be tit for tat now. At least there was no question about
Dick's appreciating her, no matter how crude he was.
Dick pressed down on her harder, making it difficult for her
to breathe and Midge felt as though she were suffocating. Dick's
wet tongue brushed across her lips and then thrust its way into
her mouth where it rotated about lewdly. His breath came in
heavy, uneven gasps as he began a slow grinding movement against
her flattened belly. She was being ground down into the mattress,
and she could feel Dick's leg part hers with one sudden movement,
opening her thighs wide and the throbbing vee of her cunt. She
felt the tip of his penis push against the entrance of her secret
passage, and as his hands continued to work steadily at her
breasts, she slipped into a trancelike state of ecstasy.
All sense of reality was gone. There was only the feel of
the smooth, rubbery head of his blunt shaft as it pushed against
her hair-lined slit, combined with the electricity of his hands on
her breasts.
"Nice tits you got, sweetheart," Dick said wetly into her
mouth. Midge scarcely heard what he was saying. Still, he was
poised at the moist pink opening between her legs, hovering there
without entering her. Midge began to feel as though she would
burst into a million pieces if something more did not happen soon.
She began to push her pelvis up to meet his hard teasing cock,
hoping it would slide of its own volition deep into her wet,
tortured pussy. Wildly, she spread her legs and pulled them up,
one on either side of his back, hooking her heels against him.
The round head of his rod lodged a moment just inside fleshy cunt
lips and then parting the softness of her pubic hair, rammed fully
up into her heat-filled cunt.
Man, what a hot little number! Dick thought to himself. Man
oh man!
He let his blood-filled member shove all the way into her,
enjoying the feel of her tight cunt muscles jerking madly around
his cock. It felt incredible, and he decided to fuck her now
without mercy. With all the strength he had he barreled into the
tenderness of her flesh, ramming his tool into her unprotected
cervix. Midge thought he was going to split her open, and she
screamed with pain. But nothing could stop him now as he
continued like an enraged animal rocking the full weight of his
body deep deep into her upturned pussy.
She had never felt such pain before and she fought him,
panic-stricken. But it was to no avail. He was too strong for
her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.
On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles
against her quivering white buttocks. Midge could not believe what
was happening. It was like being raped. There was nothing she
could do to get away from this brutal man. But after a moment
harsh sensations struck her on another level, and suddenly each
blow of his surging cock slithering inside her cunt, brought an
unexpected pleasure. She wanted it to hurt! It hurt and yet it
felt good at the same time. It was more acute and more exciting
than anything she had ever felt before.
On top of her, Dick could feel his cock expanding more with
each giant, cunt-splitting thrust. Her cries only served to
excite him more, and on and on he rode, feverishly screwing into
her upturned cunt. Midge's torment grew into a greater and
greater masochistic pleasure that enveloped her being, cloaking
her in a thick veil of wildly abandoned sensuality.
"Is it hard enough for you, you little cunt!" Dick snarled.
"Is it hard enough for you?" It felt to Midge as though her cunt
were filled with a hot, burning ramrod.
"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, "it's wonderful ... wonderful!"
Her eyes rolled crazily back in their sockets, and her head swung
from side to side as she felt wave after wave of passion mount
within her. She began to babble incoherently as the long, smooth
strokes of his hardened cock invaded her womb deep and deeper.
She sucked hungrily on Dick's flicking tongue, hardly aware
of what she was doing. Her loins gladly sustained the delicious
torture of Dick's large rampaging cock. She was completely out of
control, wiggling and jerking shamelessly under his savage blows.
Dick gloated to himself as he continued skewering into her.
She was just the way he had pictured her ... no longer the smug
young faithful housewife but a wanton slut under him, crying out
for more, loving every minute of her degradation. He liked that.
It made him feel good. His cock was about to explode with a
stream of sperm, but still he held back ... he wanted to hear her
screams a while longer. It was like music to his ears.
"Is that better than Bob gives you?" he yelled at her
breathlessly, almost bending her back over double with a fierce
and powerful strike against her ravaged secret parts.
"Oh, yes, better, better ..." Midge babbled back. "Much
better!" and as she said the words she felt the beginnings of an
orgasm starting in her, right where Dick's obscene cock struck,
causing the prickling needles of fire that danced along the inside
of her hot, desperately clasping pussy. It started at one spot
and then as the thick bulbous head struck again, the spot
enlarged, growing rapidly with each glancing blow ... until
finally it became a raging fur of untamed lust, climbing ever
higher in her wildly clenching belly. She struggled and gasped
for breath. It was coming fast now. A lewd moan escaped her
lips, like the mating cry of an animal, and then it was there,
crashing all around her. Every muscle tense, she arched her back
and let out a piercing shriek of pleasure as the climax controlled
her, taking her over completely, wracking her body with the white
heat of torrential starbursts.
Dick felt her cumming beneath him and began to work faster
and faster, increasing his strokes to bring her to greater climax.
Then when he felt it was there, he let loose his hot jet of jism,
spewing into her womb like an erupting volcano. The semen hit the
tip of her cervix, and slid back down her steaming vagina,
mingling with Midge's own juices, flowing slowly out of her
passion-quivering vaginal lips.
As the violent waves of her orgasm subsided, Midge whimpered
and collapsed limply under Dick's sweating body. She felt used as
she had never been used before but her entire being was for the
first time in a long time flooded with the joy of complete
release. For those few moments she felt light-headed and without
a care in the world except the still lingering shadow of guilt
that flickered momentarily through her lust-dulled mind.
Chapter 5
Midge dressed hurriedly in the bathroom. She washed as best
she could and longed to be home where she could take a hot bath to
thoroughly cleanse herself of the traces of Dick's lovemaking. She
felt shabby and dirty, and even though she had been plunged to the
depths of ecstasy, now she wanted nothing more than to get out of
there as quickly as possible. And, if possible, to forget all
that had happened. Even though she seemed to look all right in
the bathroom mirror, she could not imagine that there were no
traces left on her of her shame and embarrassment.
She emerged from the bathroom, and scarcely looking at Dick
told him she was leaving immediately.
"Well, I don't know why you're in such a hurry to leave, but
I'll take you to the station if you're taking the train home." He
was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking another of his
special drinks.
"Sure you don't want another drink?" he asked.
"No ... I just want to leave ... and you don't have to go to
the station with me. I can make it all right by myself. I ...
I'm really in a hurry. I can make the two-forty if I leave right
now."
"Anything you say," Dick answered her, draining his glass and
standing up. "I guess I'll be getting home, too!" Her rush to
leave amused him. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave a few
minutes ago, he mused.
"Okay, sweetheart ... let's go," he said, taking Midge by the
arm and leading her to the door.
He was just about to open it, when the sound of a man's and
then a woman's laughter came through from the other side of the
door, followed by the unmistakable noise of a key in the lock.
Dick moved quickly, pushing Midge back into the bedroom and
closing the door rapidly behind them. Midge's heart beat wildly
in her throat, and her eyes were wide with terror.
"Oh, my God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Someone's going to
find us here."
"Don't worry," Dick calmed her. "Whoever it is, they'll
leave in a few minutes." But now they could hear the man and the
woman clearly in the next room. Footsteps approached the bedroom
door and the handle began to turn.
"Seems to be locked, Connie," the voice in the other room
said. "Guess we'll have to make do with the facilities out here."
The two voices combined in laughter, and Midge was horrified to
realize that the man's voice belonged to her husband.
Midge reached out to open the door, but Dick grabbed her arm
and put his hand roughly over her mouth.
"Don't be such a little fool!" he whispered to her. "Do you
want him to catch you here? How are you going to explain that?
Besides, he's with my wife, and I'd be very interested to hear
what goes on out there. Just sit tight, sweetie."
Dick released the grip on her arm and removed his hand from
her mouth. Midge stood there, shocked and motionless. She felt
paralyzed. What could she do? He was right; she couldn't go
running out there. She would never be able to explain to Robert
what she doing there with Dick, even though he was out there with
Connie. She still loved him, and she knew that he would never
forgive her sleeping with another man, no matter what he himself
had done. She knew it was different for men. It sometimes was as
if they could do anything they wanted, whereas, if a woman did the
same things, it would be considered a different matter entirely.
She was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it, but
stay behind that door and wait until they left.
Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she heard the
unmistakable sounds of kissing and the rustle of material against
material accompanied by Connie's soft laughter, as she realized
with a jolt that they were actually going to make love right there
on the living room sofa, and that she would be forced to listen to
every disgusting sound they made.
Dick stood with his ear pressed against the door - an
expression of delight on his face. He held Midge firmly around
the waist so that she would have to listen, too. Midge slumped
against the door, half supporting herself, half supported by
Dick's arms. She could not recall ever being so upset. Why had
she ever come to the hotel with Dick Kelly in the first place? It
was all too much for her to comprehend. What kind of a man was
he, anyway? She had never dreamed that a man like him existed.
First his civilized veneer had suddenly vanished once she was
alone with him, and now here he was, listening intently to the
sounds of his wife making love with another man. It was ghastly,
and yet, she too found herself suddenly breathing softer in an
attempt to hear just what was going on out there.
* * *
"You're so beautiful," Robert said to Connie on the other
side of the door. "So beautiful ..." he kept repeating as he
pulled her down on the sofa beside him. He let his hands rove
over her slender body, stopping at the pert upturned breasts whose
nipples were clearly outlined against the soft material of
Connie's dress, then circling her hips with his arms, he gripped
her buttocks, pulling her closer to him.
Connie's breathing came heavily, her face tilted back on the
sofa wore an expression of the pain of waiting for the lovemaking
that was to come. Robert undid the buttons at the front of her
dress and put his hands inside. He could feel her trembling
slightly, and when he touched her breasts, she uttered a low
groan. He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the
rounded orbs were free for his fervent touch. With one hand, he
toyed with her nipples and weighted the soft mounds in his palms
enjoying the luxurious silky feeling of Connie's skin against his
hand. With his other hand, he fumbled at his zipper and gradually
released his throbbing member from his trousers.
Connie heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he had
done. She reached down and boldly grabbed hold of his giant cock.
"Oh, my, that feels good," she said. "You're quite a big
boy, aren't you?"
"It'll get even bigger when it gets where it wants to be!"
Robert said, placing his hand over hers and moving it up and down
over the bulging tip of his penis. She felt the stickiness of the
pearls of liquid that exuded from his excited member and with
expertise, began to stroke and caress it. She felt wildly aroused
by the feel of his blunt member in her small hand and could begin
to imagine the wonderful feel of it sunk deep between her legs.
Robert returned to her breasts with both hands now. First,
he touched them softly, and then more roughly as Connie's hand on
his cock began to send maddening thrills throughout his system.
He kissed her wetly on the mouth and then let his mouth slide down
her chin, then her throat, covering her with tiny kisses wherever
it passed. Then he was inside her dress, pushing the limp bra cups
up and sucking noisily at her nipples. He sucked and bit at them,
pulling the tender flesh with his teeth, then surrounding and
soothing the tortured flesh with the flat wet smoothness of his
tongue.
What he was doing hurt Connie briefly from time to time, but
then he would do something else that would completely unsettle her
so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. She had heard of
people who could cum like that, just by having their breasts
sucked. No one had ever done it to her quite this way before, and
she was sure that if Robert continued, she would have an orgasm.
Her hand continued working in a steady up-and-down motion at his
enormous cock, pulling the loose foreskin up, then sliding it
back, releasing the glistening head to the air. She shifted her
buttocks back and forth on the sofa, feeling an insane tingle
between her legs.
Robert put one hand down to her quivering thigh and slowly
stroked the full roundness of it, digging his thick fingers into
the stockinged flesh, then smoothing the area he had just probed
with a gentle circular motion. He let his hand travel up to the
warmth high under her rumpled skirt, where his fingers stretched
out to meet her moist pulsating vulva. Connie gave a tiny shriek
of pleasure as he pushed under her panties and entwined his
fingers in the dampness of her waiting pussy.
Robert's cock jumped about wildly in her hand as though it
had a life of its own. He felt as though his lungs were going to
burst any minute from the effort of his harsh broken breathing,
but on he went, jiggling his fingers about in her crotch among the
secret joys of her cunt.
Connie began to call out his name hoarsely. "Oh, Bob ... Bob
... do it to me ... yes, do it to me!" She screwed herself down
so that his fingers could push far, far up into her satiny vagina,
squealing when he reached her cervix. She kicked off her shoes
and tried desperately to get her dress off, while jerking
spasmodically at Robert's convulsing prick. She was jumping
around all over his hand, wiggling herself back and forth and up
and down, completely out of her head with passion. She began to
babble, muttering snatches of words and sentences in an incoherent
wail.
"Oh yeah ... oh Bob! Oh baby, baby ... honey do it ... oh
fuck me now ... now ... oh Bob, baby! It's sooooo gooood."
He tugged at his pants, trying to remove them.
"Come on ... let's get everything off!" he said, panting.
They both stood up hastily and removed all their clothing,
letting them fall to make an obscene pile in front of the sofa.
Then they collapsed into each other's arms on the sofa and he
was at her from all over, grasping at her buttocks, letting his
hands cover every inch of her shapely naked body. They were both
hot and flushed and moisture formed wherever their bodies touched.
She reached down and touched the fullness of his balls, cupping
them in the palm of her hand, then once her hand was at his penis,
pulling at it and teasing it and urging it to enter her.
"Oh, Bob, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, letting her head roll
from side to side. She felt as though someone had drugged her, so
great was her desire for him. If she could just have that
beautiful cock plunged into her to the hilt....
Suddenly Robert got up from the couch and knelt down on the
floor in front of Connie. He separated her knees with his hands
and gazed hungrily at the sight of her parted sex before him. The
pink interior of her pussy peaked out temptingly from between the
surrounding soft blonde hair, and her smooth, trembling thighs
extended limply on either side of Robert's body. He bent down and
after taking a deep breath, pushed his face into the opened
crevice. Connie gave a gasp of delight and entwined her fingers
in Robert's hair, pulling his face forward even farther into the
moisture of her loins. She ground her hips up slowly into his
face, wriggling like a snake so that his tongue could sink deeper
into her clasping orifice. She melted as she felt the cool wet of
his mouth meet the fire of her pussy. His tongue darted in and
out, then smoothly up and down, in her cunt, probing every dark
corner.
"Oh Bob ... you're sucking me ... suck me good, honey, suck
me good!" she gasped.
Robert groaned and continued his oral exploration of her
twitching sex, unaware that his own wife was a scant few feet
away...
* * *
Behind the bedroom door, Dick stood tensely, with his ear
glued to the wood. He could not take more of it, he knew. The
lewd sounds were exciting him beyond all measure. Just the idea
of his wife out there getting it from Robert made his cock jump
jerkily to a full erection. He would have to do something about
it pretty soon. He still held Midge fast, although she had made
no motion to move or get away from the door. She seemed to be
listening intently too, but there were tears streaming down her
cheeks, and every now and then she emitted a soft sob of pained
emotion. Dick looked down at her, and pulled her even closer to
him, forcing his hands up under her skirt, so that he could feel
her smooth, cushiony behind.
Midge realized what he was doing, but she knew there was
nothing she could do to stop him. He was much too strong for her
- that had already been proven - and she could hardly scream under
the circumstances. She felt his impudent hands pushing down
beneath the elastic of her panties and grabbing the bare flesh of
her bottom. He held one plump cheek in each hand, pulling her
tightly against him so that his cock shoved rudely into her
stomach.
"Doesn't that do something to you, hon?" Dick whispered to
her, slipping his tongue wetly into her ear as he did so.
Midge didn't bother to answer him. Yes, it was doing
something to her all right. It was almost killing her to have to
listen to the obscenities going on in the next room. Her own
husband making love to that horrible woman. She was every bit as
horrible as Dick. They were well-matched. Midge just wanted to
disappear. She thought briefly about jumping out of the window
... that would be one way to solve everything. But she knew that
she could never do that. There was really nothing she could do
but suffer. And now this monster had hold of her again. His
rough hands pawed at her behind. The feel of them sickened her
even more than the lewd sounds of sex emanating from the next
room.
Dick pulled her down to the floor with him, right up against
the door, where the loud wet sound of Robert's tongue in Connie's
cunt and Connie's cries permeated the thin wood. Dick stretched
his body flat out on Midge's and holding her pinned helplessly
beneath his weight, slipped her panties down. Then with one deft
move, he unzipped his fly and freed his cock, letting it spring
out like a jack in the box. It stood hard and proud projecting
through the open fly surrounded by tufts of his pubic hair that
were visible around the edge of its thick base.
Midge groaned softly beneath him, "Oh dear God, no. Don't
let this happen again. Not again. Please not again!"
She felt the blunt end of his thick cudgel pressing against
her defenseless vagina. All the hurt and humiliation she had felt
were nothing compared to this final debasement. She let her body
go limp, no longer caring what happened to her. Her life and her
marriage were ruined; she thought nothing else really mattered.
She turned her head to the side, hoping to escape the sound of her
husband's pleasure and closed her eyes tightly.
Dick could hardly wait to fuck her again. What had gone
before he considered just a taste. He really wanted to make Midge
squirm beneath him. There was just something about her maddening
young innocence that made him want to fuck her. He looked down at
her tightly screwed-up face, her beautiful body beneath him,
trapped, waiting helplessly for him to do whatever he wanted to
her. And then he thought of the two of them out there, Connie and
Robert. That was some little bitch he had for a wife, but he had
to give her credit. She really had the right attitude about
things, letting him have as many quail as he wanted as long as she
got what she wanted. And she sure had some appetite he had to
admit. Her needs even seemed to surpass his own.
Before he was through, he could make this one like that too -
maybe. He heard Connie crying out for Robert to fuck her, and
without waiting any further, Dick thrust into Midge's still moist
passage, skewering her to the floor like an impaled butterfly.
"Oooomph ..." Midge responded, the wind temporarily knocked out of
her. And then, "Oooooomph!" again as he plunged again deep into
her cunt. He spread into her pussy mechanically, with long even
strokes, his handsome face reddening with each blow. Midge lay
quietly at first unfeeling, but then, against her will, something
caught fire deep in her belly and the smooth hard cock began to
arouse her once more. She began to push her hips back up to meet
the maddening onslaught of Dick's lust-hardened prick. There was
nothing more to lose, she knew that. She had lost her husband,
her dignity, and her self-respect ... she might as well act like
the slut she had suddenly become. A tide of desire went rippling
through her and suddenly she thrust her hands up into Dick's thick
hair and pulled his head down to meet hers. She pushed her tongue
deep into his mouth and held on to his hair while her rekindled
body strained and pushed under him. She felt the hardness of the
floor underneath her involuntarily grinding buttocks, but it did
not take away the wonderful feel of Dick's swollen member touching
her inflamed genitals.
She felt the cold wood smacked against the nakedness of her
gyrating bottom. Her loins felt warm like butter left on a stove
to melt. She was ground down to the floor with each glancing blow
of Dick's penis. Her entire being was filled with the prick that
was beating against the smooth sensitive walls of her cunt.
Dick's balls slapped rhythmically against her wet buttocks and
finally the sounds of their own lovemaking drowned out the lustful
noises of their spouses.
"Aaahhh! Yes, sweet bitch ... shake those hips, give it to
me baby, give it to me!" Dick bent her backwards so that she was
almost bent over double. The pleasure was too intense for Midge
to deny, and all her pent-up anger and hurt combined in a great
release of tension as her sex juices flowed freely around Dick's
surging prick.
He dug his fingers into her firm breasts, and holding onto
them he continued rocking her thrashing body back and forth. She
felt her dress clinging to her skin moistly from their combined
sweat, and she knew it would be crushed, especially where it was
bunched up around her waist, but she could not even begin to worry
about it. She was only aware of the long cock inside her. Her
mouth hung open and she felt as if she were no longer a human
being, but a twisting turning object, totally mindless. She was
nearing an orgasm, and that was all that mattered. It was going
to be incredible, better than anything else she had ever known.
Dick watched her contorted face avidly, waiting for the moment
when she would want to cum and would scream out for him to make
her do it.
"Tell me when you're cumming!" he called out ... massaging
her breasts wildly and pressing with his thumbs as far as he could
into the delicate spongy flesh.
"Oh Dick ... yes ... yes ... now ... now! Now!" And with
that Dick rammed harder and released a gush of hot, boiling sperm
deep into her wildly twitching cunt.
"Oh, ohoohooohh ... Midge wailed as the culminating orgasm
spiraled round and round inside her pussy and rapidly spread its
delicious sensations to the rest of her body.
"Man ... you sure fuck good, honey ... you sure fuck good!"
Dick grunted.
* * *
Connie lifted Robert's glistening face up from between her
legs. "Oh Bob," she cried. "Please fuck now ... fuck me now!"
Robert looked up at Connie's sex-tormented features ... her
blonde hair hung down in her eyes and her mouth was slack and
full. He stood on his knees and deftly parted the lips of her
soft, fleece-covered cunt with his fingers. He saw Connie's belly
quiver at the touch. Then he touched his penis to the opening of
her vagina. She was small and he knew that he would have to push
his way into her, because of the dimensions of his cock. He
placed his palms against the flat sides of her thighs and slowly
pushed them even wider apart. Then he began to press into the
moist flesh of her pussy. He met resistance at first, then the
ring-like muscles gave with a slight pop and admitted his enormous
cock, slowly but surely into her very depths.
"Oh, Bob ... fuck me good ... fuck me good." Connie's legs
splayed out wide on either side of his muscular torso ... her body
slumped down on the couch, pointed breasts shaking as she jerked
and slid herself further down in an attempt to accommodate even
more of Robert's cock. The thick head buried itself in the tight
folds of vagina ... sinking steadily deeper and deeper, creating
an increased pleasure for both of them with each centimeter it
sank.
A long low moan escaped from Connie's lips as she felt her
inner passage stretching to surround the huge cudgel being
implanted in her loins. It was maddening, somehow indecent to
feel Robert plowing her like that, down on his knees in front of
her, while she lay naked in the company's hotel suite. But, it
was wonderful. It gave her a sense of wickedness that heightened
her excitement. This was certainly by far the best of Dick's
clients ... and the most interesting from several points of view.
She must make sure that he got the account so that she could see a
lot more of him. She knew that it would take more than once for
her to get enough of this one.
Robert rammed his penis into her with all his might now ...
touching the end of her narrow cunt. He felt her jump and then
groan with pain as he hit her again and again with the full force
of his loins. It was quite a bonus to be fucking Dick Kelly's old
lady, and to have her look like a bathing beauty and screw like a
professional.
"Aaahh!" she cried out ... and then again ... "Aaahh! OH
it's too good. It's too good ... oh God ... oh God ... I'm
cumming already ... I'm cumming ... ohhhh!"
Her legs and thighs shook uncontrollably and her arms
thrashed out from side to side. Her belly rose and fell rapidly
as Robert grabbed her around the waist and pulled her crotch
forward with a strong rapid motion, impaling her pussy on his
lust-crazed cock. He ground her hips down on his member, using
the lower half of her body like an object made only for his
gratification. As the bulbous head of his cock struck brutally
and he felt her jerking spasmodically around his cock, he felt his
own orgasm start and gave her three fast hard blows. On the third
he flooded her pussy with his cum and gave a great cry of joy and
relief, while Connie jerked and flailed about in her final spasms.
The heat of their passion slowly subsided and Robert fell forward
onto Connie's spent body. They lay there for a few moments,
Robert's prick gradually deflating, until it slipped softly from
her exhausted cunt.
In the other room Dick and Midge lay limply on the floor.
Neither couple had heard the final spasms of the other, so
overcome with their own emotions.
Dick lay sprawled out on Midge's voluptuous shape, while she
lay almost unconscious beneath him. As he began to get his
breathing under control again he listened carefully to see if he
could hear what was going on in the living room. But there was no
sound at all. Both couples had reached simultaneous orgasms.
Chapter 6
Robert stood in front of the full length mirror in the living
room of the suite adjusting his tie. He ran his hands through his
tousled hair in an attempt to smooth out the tangled mess.
"I sure as hell wish I could get into the john!" he called
over his shoulder to Connie, who was still lying naked on the
sofa. "I gotta get back to the office for an appointment."
Connie smiled and looked up at Robert. "Relax, honey. You
can fix yourself up in the men's room downstairs in the lobby."
"But why," Robert asked, "would the bathroom be locked?"
"Oh, who knows?" Dick probably has something in there he
doesn't want anyone to see..."
Robert took one last inspective look in the mirror, checking
for any obvious signs of his afternoon of sex and turned back to
Connie. But before he could get his mouth open to speak, Connie
was up from the sofa and pressing her warm, naked body against his
suit. Her mouth reached up for his, pulling his head down to
hers. She kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue deep
into his throat.
"You're quite a man," she sighed, tracing a trail with her
tongue from his mouth to his left ear. "Quite a man."
"I do my best..." Robert answered, trying to be nonchalant.
"And I get better as I go along."
Connie threw her head back, her long hair billowing out
behind her, and laughed. "I bet you do."
Robert's hand fell down to the still hot damp between her
legs and sent one finger up into her well-stretched pussy.
"OOoooohhh..." Connie cooed at the unexpected intrusion. "I
thought you were in such a hurry to get to the office." And
grabbing his wrist with both hands, she held his hand steady while
she slid back and forth on his probing index finger.
"Oh, yesss ... yesss," she hissed, her passion reigniting.
She was ready for more.
"Sorry, baby," Robert said, freeing his inserted finger from
her grasp. "But this man's got work to do. Not that I wouldn't
rather be here, but that's life."
"Well," Connie answered. "Since we'll be seeing a lot more
of each other..."
"What makes you so sure of that?" he interrupted her.
"After all, you will be handling Kelly Products, won't you?
And, I mean, I am Mrs. Kelly!"
"I thought that decision was yet to be made by your husband.
I understand I'm not the only candidate in the running!"
Connie reached out and squeezed the bulge in his pants.
"As far as I'm concerned, you are!" she said, fondling his
growing tool. "Now get going, before I can no longer control
myself."
Robert walked across the room to the door, picking up his
coat from the chair on the way. "Shall I call you?" he asked,
turning to stare at her firm, ripe body once more.
"Don't bother," she replied. "I'll call you."
No more than five seconds after Robert had closed the door
behind him, the door to the bedroom swung open and Dick stepped
out into the living room. Connie spun around to face him and,
seeing it was her husband, burst into gales of uncontrollable
laughter.
"Oh, nooo..." she laughed. "You mean to tell me that you
were in there all this time! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You dirty
old bastard! You mean you listened while another man fucked the
stuffing out of your wife. You must have had a hard-on the size
of a silo! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
Dick grabbed Connie in his arms and crushed her body to his.
"You horny little bitch!" he said, his laughter mixing with
hers. "You just couldn't wait to get into that young stud's
pants, could you? Wat'sa matter? I'm not giving you enough at
home?" The two of them rocked back and forth in laughter, barely
able to stand in an upright position, and finally, they fell into
a playful heap on the sofa.
"Listen," Connie managed to say through her laughter. "I'm
not the only one. I saw the way you were ogling that little snip
of a wife of his last night. I'm surprised I didn't find you in
here with her. What's wrong? Losing your touch?"
"Not at all, my dear, not at all. Wait right here. I have a
little ... no, make that a big surprise for you!"
Connie stretched back on the sofa, letting her hands fall on
her moist, open pussy, giving herself a soft massage. "Mmmm ...!"
she sighed, knowing that Dick would be back in a few seconds with
a raging hard-on and she could continue her afternoon of sex.
But Connie was not at all prepared for his surprise.
"Ta Thaaaa!" Dick's voice imitated a heralding trumpet. "Ta,
ta, ta, taaa!"
Connie looked up from her reclining position and there,
standing before her, was Midge. Dick stood directly behind her,
his hands around her chest, resting on the heaving twin mounds of
her breasts.
"Why you old son of a bitch!" Connie yelled at Dick. "What
is this poor girl going to think of me?" she asked sarcastically.
Midge was mortified. How had this happened to her? She
tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed as she
heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking into
raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude? She
tried to twist away, but Dick's hands were working on her breasts
and she could not stop the continuous waves of pleasure that
coursed through her loins.
"Oh, God," she moaned softly. "Oh, God!"
Both Dick and Connie mistook her cry for help as a sign of
her interest and began to take full advantage of the situation.
Connie got up from the sofa and walked over to where Midge and
Dick stood.
"I'll have to admit," she said to Dick, looking Midge up and
down with an appraising eye, "she's as good a catch as her
husband. I trust you've shown the young lady a good time?"
"The best!" Dick answered. "Would you expect anything else
from me?"
Midge's body stiffened as she felt another pair of hands
begin searching out her body. Oh no, she thought. They wouldn't.
They couldn't. This is a civilized society. Things like this
just don't happen. But suddenly Connie's hands reached under her
skirt and traveled up the length of her long thighs, not stopping
until they reached her abused pussy.
"Why, Dick!" Connie cried out in mock concern. "This young
lady hasn't any panties on. What have you been doing to her?"
Midge opened her eyes slowly. As she bent her head down, she
saw first Dick's hands still kneading her breasts and just below
that, the top of Connie's head, her arms were hidden beneath the
folds of her skirt. Midge's reeling mind tried to find a way out
of this obscene predicament but she knew there was no answer. A
word from either of them and her marriage was ruined. And her
marriage was all she had, bad as it was; she had to hold onto it
at any cost. And right now, the price was total submission to the
depraved demands these two were making on her. And with one great
sigh, Midge forced her tense body to relax.
Dick's hands stopped their attack on Midge's breasts and
slowly went around to her back, unfastening the catch at the top
and in agonizing slowness, pulled the zipper as far down as it
would go. His nimble fingers quickly released the clasp at the
back of her bra and he slipped it out the back of her dress. The
top of her dress fell down to her waist and Connie, still kneeling
pulled the rumpled garment down to Midge's bare feet.
"My," Connie purred. "She is a beauty, isn't she?"
Dick lifted Midge up from the floor so that Connie could
throw her dress across the room and take her high heels off,
throwing them in the same direction. Midge now stood completely
naked before their lustful gazes. Her voluptuous white body
glistened in the artificial light of the large room ... beads of
nervous perspiration popped out all over her skin. Her figure was
perfect. The rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled
under the bulge of her breasts. The navel with the thin line of
down ran down like a pointer to the sleek curls of auburn hair
against which the tops of thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort
of concealment. She was all breasts, hips, and thighs, ready to
be loved ... and Connie could hardly wait.
Connie turned Midge around and gently pushed her into the
bedroom. "Onto the bed, dear," she said quietly. "And open your
legs wide. I want to see how big you've been stretched by my
Dick's cock."
"More than that, dear," Connie ordered softly. "More than
that!"
Midge sobbed, her eyes clenched tightly shut and helplessly
spread her legs as far apart as was humanly possible, trying
somehow to get this over with as fast as possible.
"Don't cry, my dear," Connie said. "It's not as though I
were going to ram a huge, vile prick inside you!"
Dick laughed coarsely.
"Don't you wish you had one to do it with," he jibed at
Connie. "Don't you wish!"
"Why, Dick ... you may be giving Midge the wrong idea. I
only occasionally dabble in these things. Generally I am strictly
interested in the stronger sex. You know that."
Midge felt herself get dizzy again. It was unbelievable.
The mere thought of being touched by another woman was enough to
make her skin crawl, and here she was, lying naked with this
perverted, fiendish woman. It was all so perfectly awful. She
was going to have to submit to the disgusting indignities that
this deranged couple were going to inflict upon her. It was not
enough that she had already been through so much with Dick, and
had also been forced to listen while her husband made love to
Connie. No. That wasn't enough. The fates had more in store for
her. She wondered what she had ever done to deserve being in such
a position.
I just can't do it, she thought, suddenly. But Connie's
hands were now reaching around her waist, and slowly worked
themselves up to the tips of her breasts, tracing light fingernail
lines along her white, creamy skin as they went.
Dick sat on the bed watching them, a broad smile playing
lustfully on his lips. This was even better than he hoped. It
wasn't often he got a chance to see his wife go to work on a
chick, but it was certainly well worth waiting for, he knew.
"Go ahead, baby. Let's see a little action." He could feel
his penis rising once more at the sight of the two naked women on
the bed.
Midge's nipples became harder and harder under Connie's
manipulations. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of
excitement racing from the pointed tips to her already well-
lubricated sex. But it was too much for her, and even though she
hated the insidious woman's touch on her skin, it was unmistakably
beginning to arouse her. "That's it, that's it," Dick said. "She
really digs that. Look at her."
Connie continued her massage as Midge lay there with her legs
spread, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt before. Her
pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew that
Dick was sitting there staring into the unprotected wide-spread
lips of her vagina while his wife was violating her. All the
images of kidnappings and rapes that she had ever had flashed
through her mind. She would never have dreamed that she would
ever find herself in a predicament as depraved and hopeless as
this one.
She cried out as Connie's hands drifted down to the sensitive
crevice between her legs. Connie's breast brushed against Midge's
side as she pressed closer still, in order to position herself
better. Her fingers brushed inside the tender outer lips of her
pussy. Midge jumped, startled by the touch.
"Mmmmm. She's very sensitive, honey. I'll bet you had a
high old time with her." Connie smiled suggestively at Dick.
"Yeah, she's a hot one, all right, but she still has to get
over a few hang-ups, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean ... just a sweet little housewife,
eh?"
"Says this is her first time out ... so it might as well be a
good one. She'll thank us for it later when she sees how good
things can get once you let yourself go and forget everything but
your body."
Connie's fingers continued their nervous fiddling in the
narrow confines of Midge's pussy, causing Midge to begin to moan
softly and toss her head from side to side, while her thighs
quivered gently.
"Oh no ... oh no ..." she cried. "Please don't touch me
there. Stop, please."
But her cries went unheeded as Connie slipped one finger down
into the smooth wet cavern of her vagina. Midge jumped as
Connie's nails scraped the side of her soft, hairlined entrance,
then the pain was gone and she felt the nudging of the blonde
woman's fingers inside her. She realized that the sooner she gave
in to them the sooner it would be all over.
Connie's fingers circled around inside her warm, fleshy
passage, while with her thumb she flicked at Midge's clitoris.
Slowly the sensation built as the expert caressing went on and on.
Dick moved in closer, almost drooling now from the excitement of
watching them. He slipped one of his large hands under her soft,
trembling buttocks and squeezed.
"What a great ass," he said. "Did you see her behind, Connie
... almost as nice as yours."
"Almost," Connie laughed.
Midge tried to block out their obscene conversation. Their
coarseness was staggering. Her mind boggled at the unreality of
it all. This was the kind of thing that happened in books or in
dirty movies. How could it be happening to her?
In spite of herself her vagina was moistening around Connie's
working fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny, involuntary
rotating motion. She realized that nothing would ever be the same
for her. This shame would haunt her forever. Then Connie made a
sudden movement and pushed her fingers up to the very end of
Midge's widely stretched pussy. She cried out at the searing
sensation of pain that accompanied the violent thrust, straining
to get away from the hideous feminine touch, but Dick pushed her
buttocks up, preventing her from squirming backwards.
"She's a nice size. Still tight. I'll bet she's never had
anyone before her old man. It's a wonder his cock hasn't
stretched her any wider than that. I hate to tell you, but he's
got one big cock ... even though you are the champ in my book. Or
should I say in my ..."
"Oh stop rapping and let's get on with it." Dick was
becoming impatient. He wanted to get into Midge again, but first
he wanted to see a good show.
"Look at her wiggle. I'll bet she didn't know she'd enjoy a
woman's touch so much. In a few minutes I'll have her exactly the
way you want her. She'll be begging you for it."
Midge sucked in her breath. A perverse thrill ran through
her. After all, she was being used against her will by these
people and in a weird way it began to make her want to wallow in
the obscenity of it all. Let them give pleasure. She would
accept ... and enjoy it! If they were evil, she would be even
more evil. She would not let them get the better of her. Her
legs began to slide up and down with each twirl of Connie's
fingers inside her pussy. Then, perversely, she spread them out
even further.
"She's really getting excited now," Dick said, pinching the
smooth white flesh of Midge's slowly rotating buttocks. His
breathing came in short heavy gasps, and he could feel his prick
stiffening to its fully erect size.
"Yes, look at her spread 'em wide," Connie smirked. "I told
you she'd really come around!"
Midge let herself go ... the kneading of Dick's fingers at
her bottom combined with Connie's thorough explorations. Her cunt
seemed huge to her, and she wanted to have it filled even more
than it was being filled by Connie's slender hand. She pushed her
buttocks lewdly against Dick's hand, squirming and moaning with
abandon. Anything they would say now would only make her more
excited, she knew. She was completely ready to be an object for
their lust and for her own now rising desires.
Then Dick's lips were at her breasts, pulling and twisting
the stiffened nipples. She felt wetness seeping from her
stimulated pussy.
"She's very, very wet, love ... sure you don't want to put
your prick in there now?"
"Yes, in a little bit," Dick answered. His hands had found a
new occupation. He slipped into the open crevice of her buttocks
and poked one finger into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Nice little ass," he said. "I haven't explored this yet."
He jiggled his finger tentatively at the entranceway. Midge cried
out in pain. She was shocked back to the awful reality of the
situation. Oh no, she thought. They're not going to do things to
me there too. It was terrible. She had never before had anything
done to her there.
"I think she's a virgin here." Dick grunted, and with that
he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle joint.
"Aaaggg!" Midge screamed with greater pain and indignity,
arching her back, trying to move her buttocks away from his
attack. But Connie pushed even harder into her vagina ... forcing
her back down onto Dick's solidly worming finger.
"Nooo!" she squealed.
"Oh yeess," Connie crooned down at her viciously. "Yes."
The pain rose deep inside her burning anus. She could think
of nothing but the thought that she just couldn't stand it. It
was the most awful pain she had ever felt. She had to get his
finger out of her. But pull and wiggle as she might, she could not
free herself from the dual pressures being exerted on her. Then
in her efforts to escape the unwanted advances she herself created
a friction that turned the two slithering hands into instruments
of joy. She was lost then, completely lost to them, and wave after
wave after wave of sudden uninvited ecstasy swept over her. She
was a circus performer walking a tightrope. She was falling. She
was a skydiver floating free. She was inside a giant bubble and
it was inflating more and more. From everywhere inside her there
was a race of hurting sensations to get to that point high up
inside her pulsating vagina. Then it all came together and ...
"Aaaah!" Midge was released. She choked and sputtered and wailed
her happiness. It was the most potent climax she had ever
experienced. Dick watched Midge cumming and he realized that he
had never before seen anything quite like it. His penis struggled
in his pants with the full intention of getting out to ram up
inside Midge's turbulently clenching pussy.
He felt somehow frustrated at this spectacle, wanting to have
been inside her when she came like that. Both he and Connie sat
back panting, a little stunned at the tumultuous climax they had
caused. Dick looked down at the wet, glistening hairs of Midge's
vagina, thoroughly drenched by her own sex liquids. What a sight!
he thought. What a gorgeous creature she was. There was nothing
more beautiful than the sight of a completely satiated female, he
realized. He motioned to Connie in such a way that she realized
he was ready to mount Midge's worn-out body. He knew that he
could bring her back to life with the rod that he now fumbled
almost absentmindedly in his hand.
Connie got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She
was exhausted and was more than happy to let Dick have his way
with Midge. As for her, she intended to take a nice long shower
and freshen herself up while Dick had his fun.
Dick sat for several long minutes gazing down at Midge's
splendid nakedness. Midge lay motionless, almost in a trance
state, eyes tightly closed, limbs limp, spread obscenely wide for
the world to see. Dick's hand worked up and down the thick shaft
of his cock, while he looked at her. The bulbous red tip shone
with moisture ... and he stroked the foreskin all the way back, so
that the straining member stood taut and tight. He had intended
to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set in motion a
wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could not stop.
His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost meditative
as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a
furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored
breathing filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep
scarlet and his eyes were closed in an expression of utter bliss.
Midge stirred lazily on the bed, for these few brief minutes,
unaware of the obscenity around her. She heard the peculiar noise
of Dick's hand slapping up and down on his own big lustful flesh,
but she did not dare open her eyes to see what was going on.
Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body ... on her face,
running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her
stomach, inching down her still spread thighs. She opened her
eyes with a start and saw Dick kneeling above her face, spurting
out like a bursting fountain the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy.
Dick uttered loud grunts and moans as he jerkily manipulated his
fingers, and the last lewd drops of his seminal fluids spurted
down onto Midge's smooth, contorted features.
Midge clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her
face to the crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness
that had been inflicted on her.
Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband! This
was all Robert's doing. All his fault that she had been put
through this torment with these maniacs. The sound of her
anguished sobs filled the room as Dick left the bed to join Connie
in the bathroom.
Chapter 7
When Midge arrived home, it was already dark outside. She
noticed with surprise that there were lights on in the house.
Robert was home already. She had counted on his not being there.
On the one night when she would have wanted him to stay out, he
had come home for dinner! She felt weak and bedraggled and she
had no idea how she could cope with his presence. She had not
even been able to think out the full ramifications of what had
transpired that afternoon. Every inch of her body ached from the
horrible body-wracking positions she had been put through. Now,
she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her husband's face.
The very idea disgusted her.
She opened the door to the house and seeing that Robert was
in the living room looking at television, she tried to quietly
make her way to the steps where she could get to the bedroom and
at least attempt to get herself together before having to make
dinner. But Robert had been listening for her and he heard the
key in the lock. He came to the living room door and called to
her as she was halfway up the stairs.
"Hi, honey! I'm home ... where've you been for such a long
time?"
Midge turned and looked at him. She felt like spitting in
his face.
"I've been shopping," she said slowly, barely managing to
control herself.
"Oh? What did you get? Where are all the packages?"
"Being sent. I'll be down in a few minutes to fix dinner,"
she answered and turned her back and continued up the steps.
Robert stood watching her. Her round firm buttocks moved
slowly as she climbed the stairs, and Robert, still stimulated by
his workout with Connie, felt the stirrings of his dormant member
at the sight of them.
It had been a while since he had made love to her. She would
certainly be ready for a little tonight, he mused as the
provocatively swinging hips disappeared from his sight, and he
turned and went back to watch the news on television.
Midge closed the bedroom door behind her with a sigh of
relief and collapsed on the bed. She felt like she was having a
nightmare of gigantic proportions. She lay still, hoping her
nerves would stand the strain. Suddenly, she laughed when she
realized that her mind was pondering what to fix for dinner,
making a mental list of what was in the freezer. At a time like
this ... she still responded with the same old reflexes. She
laughed again bitterly and got up to run herself a hot tub.
The water filled up to the brim and she plunged her body into
it with a groan. She lay motionless, letting the warm water
caress her skin and slowly seep into her abused crevices. Her
tears returned as she thought with fury of Robert downstairs ...
just sitting there looking at television ... waiting for her to
cook him dinner, when only a few hours ago he had been talking
sweet talk to that bitch Connie ... telling her how beautiful she
was ... then kissing her ... making love to someone who was almost
a stranger in a way he hadn't made love to her in a month!
Well, he could fix his own dinner, she'd be damned if she'd
go downstairs and cook for him. She began to scrub herself
vigorously.
She felt so helpless. If only there was something she could
do. Divorce? No, but there had to be some way to bring him back
to his sense, she thought. It seemed as if the whole world had
gone crazy.
Her nipples smarted from the rigorous pinchings and
squeezings they had undergone, and the delicate tissues of her
vagina felt raw. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought of what
she had gone through that afternoon.
After a long while, she stepped out onto the bathmat and
toweled herself dry. She went to the medicine cabinet and took
out a small brown bottle. She shook out two green pills and
popped them in her mouth, swallowing them without water. She
thought a moment, and took another pill. After putting on a warm
nightgown, she creamed her face and got between the sheets of the
big double bed. She knew the sleeping pills would work almost
instantly. That was what she wanted, complete oblivion, escape
from the burning shame and anger that continued to taunt her.
As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness; one final image
of Dick Kelly kneeling over her, his huge penis grasped firmly in
his hand, filled the screen of her mind and then there was nothing
but blissful blackness.
* * *
Downstairs, Robert sat watching film clips of the war. The
sound of mortar shells and machine guns filled the living room.
He was sitting in his favorite comfortable chair, a gin and tonic
at his side. He watched the jungle scenes, the killed and wounded
men with an air of detachment. He was thinking about Connie and
what she had said about his getting the Kelly account, if she had
anything to do with it. At least that's what he seemed to
remember her saying.
He felt elated. It gave him a real sense of accomplishment
to know that he had made the right move when he followed through
on Connie's first blatant pass at him at the party. Hot little
number! he thought to himself. He wondered how soon she would
call him.
As he downed his second drink, his stomach growled. He
realized that he was starving ... where was Midge anyway? She
certainly did seem to act rather strangely when she came in.
I'll bet it's because she hasn't had any in a while. Well,
I'll see she gets some tonight! the thoughts passed through his
mind as he fixed himself another drink.
"Midge!" he called in the direction of the bedroom. "Midge!
What are you doing up there? How's about dinner?"
When he got no answer, he figured she was probably still in
the tub making herself pretty for him. Well, he'd just have to
have another drink and wait for her to come down.
As he sat back down in front of the television, his mind
turned back to his obsession. Ever since he had been a young guy
in college, he had decided that the world was made up of two kinds
of people, the smart guys and the fall guys. He had set about to
get to the top as fast as he could and by any means necessary.
Now, he was just getting a taste of the rewards of that point of
view. It was all beginning to pay off, and once he got this
account, there would be no stopping him ... no more crummy jobs
... no more fawning over agency big-wigs. There were quite a few
people he was going to have scurrying about for him once he got
his promotion. He downed his drink and got up to fix himself
another.
The television continued to blast out an incessant stream of
news which Robert watched without paying any attention to what was
being said.
"Midge! Midge!" he called out. Where the hell was she,
anyway? This was getting a little ridiculous now. He made a
mental note to take a firmer stand with her. This was the first
time he'd been home for dinner in days, and there was no dinner.
He stood at the bar in the living room finishing off the last
of the gin and then started up the stairs with a determined step.
When he reached the top step, he noticed with surprise that the
bedroom door was closed. He opened it and after his eyes became
accustomed to the darkness, spotted Midge lying face down on the
bed in a deep sleep.
Robert approached the bed slowly, hardly believing his eyes.
He sat on the bed beside her and shook her arm. But she made no
visible sign of awakening. He shook her harder still ... and she
moaned something incoherent and tried to bury her face in the
pillow.
Finally he realized that she must have taken a sleeping pill,
but he was at a loss as to understand why. He sat there, looking
down at her sleeping form, completely puzzled and vaguely annoyed.
Midge stirred slightly and he took note of the bulge of her
buttocks once more. Slowly, he pulled the sheets back, uncovering
first her back and then the protruding mounds of her soft, white
behind. He pulled her nightgown up so that the whiteness of her
whole ass was exposed to his view. He felt his prick stiffen at
the sight of it. He pulled the gown up still further, tugging and
turning Midge's lifeless body so that the material could slide
easily over her jutting breasts.
Midge slowly became aware of the fact that something was
happening. At first it seemed like a dream, and then through the
haze of her drugged state, she realized that it was not a dream at
all ... it was real.
Robert had taken her nightgown off completely, and was now
massaging her breasts with his firm, familiar touch. He was
really excited now. She seemed so helpless because of the pills
she had taken and something about the way she looked made him want
to fuck her. He knew it was partly because of his afternoon with
Connie that he was still horny. He chuckled to himself. Midge
was going to get her share too!
Midge struggled to return to a fully conscious state, but the
strength of the pills worked against her. She could only reach a
kind of limbo in between, in which she was aware of what was going
on, although it was all somewhat distorted; and yet, she could do
little to prevent it, except to feebly twist and turn herself in
an effort to avoid her husband's intimate touches.
In her twilight world, she felt her tender vaginal lips being
opened and invaded once more by several blunt objects ... candles
perhaps. No ... she finally recognized them as someone's large
and elongated fingers.
"Uuuunnngggg!" she cried out from the depths of her throat.
"Nooo ... nooooo..."
But Robert had no intention of letting her loose now. His
fingers worked in the wet elasticity of Midge's defenseless cunt,
exploring all the hidden folds and recesses as though he had never
been there before. Midge groaned as she felt the forceful plunder
of her pussy continue even more vigorously. Fingers moved back
and forth, around and sideways, up and down within her secret
passage.
Robert sat beside her on the bed watching her face as she
began to react to his searching thrusts. His face was flushed from
the liquor he had consumed and was beginning to feel a whirling
sensation in his brain that prevented him from thinking clearly.
His features took on an evil cast as his lust continued to grow in
measure with his enormous swelling cock.
"Oh, baby!" he said aloud. "Have I got something for you!"
Midge's eyes were half opened, but Robert was only a blur to
her. She imagined that it was Dick again and seemed to see his
lewd face leering at her. It was too much to take ... not again!
She tried to scream, but the sound she made was only a low moan,
although to her distorted mind, it seemed that she filled the room
with her cry for help.
Robert only mistook the moans as a sign of her arousal and
her desire for him to continue.
"Yeah ... that feels good, baby... doesn't it?" he whispered,
jiggling his hand up still further into her warm vaginal canal.
He leaned over and cupped his mouth over one of her hardened,
rubbery nipples. Taking the tiny cone between his teeth, he began
to flick at it with his tongue.
Midge abruptly stopped what she thought was her screaming.
It wasn't Dick who was doing this to her... she knew that now, but
who was it? The biting sent tremors of delight through her
system. She seemed to imagine she was with Robert ... long before
any of the problems had begun ... long before they were married.
They were in love and he was kissing her breasts.
She arched herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina
sent a shock wave of pleasure up into her belly ... a pleasure so
great that all of her muscles contracted violently.
"Robert!" she cried out, still unaware of the exact
circumstances of the situation.
Robert thought his fingers might break inside her tightened
cunt as Midge squeezed her legs together in an effort to increase
the incredibly wonderful heat in her loins.
"Yeah, baby ... daddy's here ..." Robert replied. He got up
on his knees on the bed and placed his throbbing cock at the slit
of her twitching pussy. Midge writhed maniacally beneath him, her
large white breasts bobbing up and down as she moved. Her hips
squirmed from side to side and pushed forward to meet him.
He loved her and she loved him. It was all so simple in her
drug-deceived mind.
Robert couldn't hold back anymore. He flung his whole body
on top of hers, letting his rocklike cock ram into her contracting
vagina like a piston in a combustion engine. The thick round head
burrowed deep into the softness of her womb, pushing in ripples
the wet walls of flesh before it. A searing pain exploded inside
of Midge's pussy, bringing her to a conscious state with a
startling jolt.
She let out a scream of pain and anger. She knew exactly
what was happening now, and she remembered that she wanted nothing
to do with her deceiving husband. She didn't want him to touch
her after what had happened that very afternoon.
"Get away from me! Get away!" she yelled, trying to push him
off her naked body.
But Robert was like a madman now. His powerful thrust had
ignited a flame of brutality inside him and he held onto his wife
with a fierce grip, pounding her with strong and heavy blows. He
pushed Midge deep into the springy mattress of their bed with each
thrust, enjoying the feel of her against his chest, ignoring her
screams.
What the fuck was she screaming about anyway, he thought.
She was always begging him for it before. And now, her screams
only served to make him angrier and he decided he would do
whatever he pleased with her. The hell with her, he figured ...
going to bed without saying a word ... without even fixing dinner
for him. She needed a good straightening out anyway.
Robert felt godlike - taking her this way. He had always
been impressed with the old Greek myths about the gods coming down
to earth and taking any mortal woman they fancied.
He knew it was going to be a long time before he came.
Sometimes it was like that. He was glad, because he wanted this
to last as long as possible.
"What's the matter?" he yelled above Midge's cries. "Don't
you like it? I thought you liked it a little rough!"
He panted heavily and suddenly pulled out of her. Midge,
terrified, tried to scramble away, but he pulled her back on the
bed and slapped her hard across the face. He had never hit her
before and had not even known he was going to do it.
She collapsed on the bed sobbing.
And Robert decided to play it straight through like that. He
was enjoying it immensely. He looked down at his wife as she lay
face down on the bed crying ... her firm ass juggling up at him in
the darkened room. His hand went down and his finger probed at
the entrance of her virgin back passage.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered.
Midge, too frightened to disobey him, spread her legs out so
far that her toes touched the edge of the bed on both sides. His
finger prodded. She winced in pain and tried to prepare and
suddenly it was inside her. She was surprised when it didn't hurt
very much at all.
He moved it around in her tight rectum, trying to stretch the
rubbery muscle further apart. After just a few seconds of this,
he dug another finger into the tiny hole.
"Aaaarrrgggg ... she cried out, but Robert pinned her down on
the bed with the palm of his hand on the small of her back and
continued his attack. She felt like an impaled collector's
specimen.
His fingers remained still for a moment, but then once again
began their probing attack. Midge tried moving in some sort of
pattern to perhaps alleviate the sharp pain and soon, she began
growing accustomed to their intrusion. Then somehow, the pain
subsided and in its place, the subjugation of it all began to give
her a dull pleasure in the same mysterious way it had this
afternoon. She could feel him deliberately stretching her tiny,
puckered rectum and it hurt a bit every time he made a sharp
sudden movement. In spite of her growing desire, she wanted him
to do it to her there and get it over with.
"Take me, Bob," she cried out to him, calling him Bob for the
first time in years. "Take me now."
As he pulled his fingers out, the rubbery muscle clung to
them, reluctant to release them from its grip. They came out with
a loud, lewd sucking noise.
She felt his hot body come down on hers and stretch out along
its length. She shivered with anticipation, but he lifted himself
back up from her and kneeled between her wide-stretched legs.
"Kneel up!" he commanded.
She followed his instructions immediately, presenting him
with the stretched moons of her buttocks, bending away before him,
resting her hot, flushed face on the pillow.
"Tickle my balls!" he ordered.
Midge reached submissively behind herself and gently stroked
at the hairy testicles dangling down between her thighs. She
touched them gingerly, as if they were delicate eggs that might
somehow be broken.
"Now put it in!"
Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls and
grasped his huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear
flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and
realized for the first time how big her husband really was. But,
she clenched her eyes tightly shut and masochistically placed the
tip of it against the tight hairless opening.
Robert leaned back so he could watch his cock enter into her
asshole. He watched as it began probing and working against her
anus, the muscles of his stomach standing out. As it wormed its
way into her, it looked like a giant battering ram trying to force
its way in. And suddenly, the straining nether ring gave way and
the swollen tip of his cock popped inside with a sudden rush.
Midge hopelessly tried to pull away, but he held her tight.
"AAaaarrrggg!" she screamed in pain, her face contorted
tightly from the first ravishment of her tight defenseless
asshole. It was like having a log rammed into her back there and
her mouth dropped in helpless torment.
Above her, Robert, crooning with delight, pushed his way in
until the flat hard surface of his stomach slapped against the
protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
"OH! OOOHH OOOOHHHH!" she gasped as he pushed further and
further into her.
Gasping for air, Robert began sawing rhythmically and without
the slightest mercy, deep up into the soft confines of her back
passage. Gradually, her pain eased a little, though it was still
a mixture of perverted pleasure and humiliation at the same time.
She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins
and began undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tiny
sensuous circles.
Kneeling above her, Robert watched the reddish skin of the
little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it
didn't want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock
had been almost unbearable, but now it was exhilarating. He
watched as his white penis disappeared right up into her ass with
every stroke. It went right in so that not half an inch of it
showed, the straining cock reaching far up into her shaking belly.
His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot
sparks every time he surged into her. And she herself was moaning
and adding to his pleasure by the movement of her bottom.
She was really his, now. A slave submitting to his pleasure.
He could do anything he liked with her ... and now, he did.
Digging his giant cock into her ass and leaving it there, he
listened to her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved
it gently around in her channel like a probing snake. He slipped
it back out until just the head remained buried in her and then
plunged it right in again in one long slow stroke. His prick
tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could cum anytime now, but
he wanted it to last just a while longer before he felt the rush
of sperm emptying deep into her quivering little ass.
He began to rub rapidly in her, hard and fast, battering her
shaking buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with
his hands, digging his fingers into her flesh. His breath whirled
in and out of his open mouth in broken gasps. He pulled her
cheeks further apart with his hands, his fingers scratching at the
soft skin.
"Oh, God!" she cried out as his straining cock pushed the
last fraction of an inch of its long shaft in so that the swollen
head pressed hard against her insides.
He touched her anus with his fingers, feeling the heat of
friction where his cock slipped in. Midge mumbled incoherently,
her head flailing from side to side on the pillow. He pulled her
back onto his rod like fitting a boot, his prick swollen beyond
anything he had ever experienced before.
"Ohhh, baby ... ohhh, baby ... daddy's cumming ... daddy's
cumming ... screw back ... FUCK BACK!" he gasped as he gave one
last spine-chilling ramrod thrust and shattered his sperm in wave
after wave far, far into the depths of her wildly clenching
behind. It seemed as if his balls had never been so emptied
before. He groaned and almost cried out in delight as Midge
collapsed on the bed in front of him and his still stiff prick
slipped out lewdly with a wet popping noise, the last few beads of
cum dropping obscenely from the tip of his prick onto her sweating
back.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he crooned down at her unconscious form.
"Let's do this more often! Let's do this more often!"
Chapter 8
Rain streaked down the large picture window in the living
room as Midge sat having her morning coffee. The wet, humid day
seemed to fit her mood to the letter. She couldn't remember ever
being so low in her life. She had to do something ... something
drastic to alter the situation she now found herself in. But
what? It seemed no matter what approach she might take, she and
her marriage were the losers. But she had to take some chance.
There was no easy way out ... it was obvious that the situation
wasn't just going to disappear by itself.
An idea entered her head, but she dismissed it immediately.
It wouldn't work. But search as she could for an answer, she kept
coming back to the same thing. Maybe it might work ... it was a
long shot, but what else had she? She walked into the living room
and sat down on the sofa, lighting a cigarette from the box on the
coffee table. Her hand reached out for the telephone and she let
it rest there for a long time before she gathered the nerve to
pick up the receiver. Her finger slowly turned the dial, each
number taking as long as possible as she mentally rehearsed what
she was going to say.
"Kelly Household Products," the mechanical operator's voice
on the other end of the line came in. "Good morning."
Midge hesitated for a few brief moments, trying to find her
voice.
"May ... may I talk to Mr. Kelly, please?" she asked timidly.
"Just a moment. I'll connect you with his office."
The few seconds that passed seemed to last for hours. Midge
almost decided to hang up the receiver when a new voice jumped on
the line.
"Mr. Kelly's office. This is Miss Franks."
"Yes. I'd like to speak to Mr. Kelly," Midge started to say.
"I'm sorry," the efficient voice came back at her. "Mr. Kelly
won't be in today. May I take a message?"
Midge was lost. She hadn't thought about anything going
wrong with her plan.
"Uh ... no ... no message. I'll call tomorrow." And she
hung up abruptly.
"Shit!" she said out loud, surprising herself with her
profanity, furious with herself. She hadn't counted on anything
like this. She couldn't call him at his house. Now she would
have to wait until tomorrow and she knew that by that time she
would have lost all her courage and sure to have backed down.
Riiiinng! The telephone shattered her thinking.
Midge reached out for the receiver and tentatively picked it
up.
"Hello," she said softly.
"Well, hello, Midge. How nice to hear your voice again." It
was Dick Kelly. "I trust you slept well last night and are
feeling fine this morning?" he asked smoothly.
"Yes, very well, thank you," Midge answered, her voice
picking up. "How kind of you to call and find out."
"Well, I also called to see if perhaps you might like to have
lunch with me again, today," he suggested suggestively.
"I have an even better idea," Midge answered, now completely
sure of herself. "Why don't you stop by here this evening for
dinner?"
"Oh?" said Dick warily. "Is my wife invited too?"
Midge didn't hesitate for a second.
"I don't think so ... I mean, after all, my husband isn't
invited."
"And where will he be?" Dick asked.
"Working late on some sketches with another client. On
nights like these, he doesn't get home until at least midnight.
Shall we say about seven?"
"Seven will be just fine. Until then," and Midge heard the
line go dead.
Well, she had done it. And, suddenly, every doubt came
rushing back at her, flooding her mind with all the reasons why
this idea could not possibly work. But she fought them off - it
had to work! Robert would indeed be home that evening. She
remembered his words exactly.
"I'll be home at eight o'clock. You better have my dinner
ready from now on. I want the respect I'm entitled to around
here!" he had shouted at her as he was going out the front door.
Now, all depended on his reaction. Her desperate hope was
that he would be so enraged at seeing another man with his wife,
that beyond his anger he would realize that he was doing the same
thing and that it just didn't work. That indeed, "As ye sow, so
shall ye reap ..." And she looked forward to the moment when she
saw his face, just punishment for what she had been put through
the last few days.
* * *
A quarter to seven.
Midge paced back and forth across the living room, waiting.
Each time she passed the large mirror behind the buffet table, she
stopped briefly to look at herself. Her fingers adjusted a
nonexistent flaw in her hair - or rearranged the sheer peignoir
she had finally decided on after more than an hour's deliberation.
God ... won't seven o'clock ever get here? she thought as she
paced, nervously smoking cigarette after cigarette.
And then it was seven ... seven-o-five ... seven-ten.
When the doorbell finally rang, Midge walked slowly toward
the foyer, trying to make it seem as casual as possible ... that
she was used to such things happening. When she opened the door,
Dick walked right by her into the living room without waiting for
her to invite him in.
"Nice little house you have here," he said without much
feeling, taking off his coat and throwing it on a chair and
settling on the sofa.
Midge closed the door and followed him into the room.
"Well, it's nothing compared to yours, but we..." she started
to say, but stopped herself. "Would you like a drink?" she
offered, changing the subject.
"A lot of Scotch in a big glass," he answered, just as happy
not to have to go through all the bullshit conversation.
Midge walked to the small bar at the other end of the room,
her firm, young figure swaying suggestively beneath the sheer
material of her gown. But as she poured the drinks, her shaking
hands revealed her inner tensions. Dick watched her little
performance smiling to himself, but said nothing. He knew when to
keep quiet.
"Thank you," he said as she offered the full glass to him.
"Here's to us!"
* * *
Midge let the sheer peignoir drop from her shoulders to the
bedroom floor, exposing her voluptuous body to Dick's lustful
gaze. His hands ripped at his own clothing, pulling his shirt,
then his pants off as quickly as possible. As he pushed his
shorts down over his legs, his now fully erect cock bobbed up from
them, pointing straight out at Midge as if it were a cannon ready
to fire a barrage of ammunition at her. And indeed, he was ready
to fill her cunt with the hot fire building up inside him. He
walked slowly over to her, and grabbing her by the shoulders,
lowered her to the bed directly behind her.
Nervous perspiration popped out all over Midge's body. She
had timed their actions perfectly. It was almost eight o'clock and
any minute now, Robert would come walking in the front door,
finding Dick and her in this adulterous situation. That would fix
both of them.
Dick pulled her up on the bed until just her legs were
dangling over the end, the back of her thighs resting at the edge
of the bed. He pushed his hands between her thighs and forced
them open wide until the lips of her cunt parted, revealing its
soft folds of skin to his awaiting mouth. He dropped to his knees
in front of her and grabbing her buttocks, thrust his face deep
into her warm, waiting vaginal lips.
"Oooouuu..." Midge cooed as she felt the first contact of
Dick's hot, wet mouth against the soft, sensitive flesh of her
pussy. She wanted to remain cool and detached from his
lovemaking, but just this first contact seemed to throw a switch
that sent the fires of lust and passion swirling throughout her
waiting body.
And as Dick's mouth began its exploration of her cunt, she
completely forgot the reason she had invited him and became lost
in her own sexual desire. It had been months since anyone had
really treated her like a woman the way Dick did, and she was
unable to pretend any differently. Although she hated this man
with every fibre of her body, at that very moment, she wanted him
inside her, plummeting into her until at last she would reach that
delicious moment ... feeling his hot cum spurting into her, mixing
with her own juices in one great, satisfying orgasm.
She pulled him up from between her legs until his body rested
on hers, his cock hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow
hairlined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering
them both up off the bed with a stretch of her back and reaching
up under her buttocks, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart,
giving his cock smooth, moist contact with the wet, throbbing
slit. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid
member trapped tightly between her thighs.
"Oh, God you feel good," Dick grunted, his mouth gnawing at
the flesh of her neck and shoulders.
"... soooo goood ..."
Midge's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red
welts in their path. Dick's hands pushed further down beneath
her, cupping the fullness of her firm, rounded buttocks in the
palms of his hands and pulled the wetness of her open crotch up
even tighter against his. He moved up and down slowly,
insinuating the hardness of his full hardened length of flesh up
and down the widespread slit, feeling it grow wetter and wetter
with each second.
Her ass began a thrusting rotation up against his thighs
until suddenly her legs kicked out and locked around the back of
his, pulling him still closer to her.
"I'm going to fuck you ... NOW!" Dick growled, his body
grinding into hers.
He started to move, but she beat him to it. Her hands came
down between their pressed bodies and circled around his throbbing
cock, guiding it between the soft, fleece-lined lips of her hot,
palpitating pussy. Dick groaned above her as he felt her move it
up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her
cunt again with the pulsating blood-filled head.
Not being able to hold back another second, he flicked his
hips forward and with a harsh thrust drove his cock crashing into
the gaping hot mouth of her widely contracted vaginal hole. His
long thick tool raced up her cunt like a freight train to the full
depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, and then easier as
the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.
And then he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the
upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Aaaahhgg..." Midge screamed at the unexpected pain and
twisted to escape slightly. But he thrust into her even harder,
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape
for her.
Dick smiled and looked down at her trapped body. She was
skewered good and he lay still on top of her in a moment of
triumph. He enjoyed hurting her in this way, knowing that she was
unable to hurt him back. He reveled for a moment in the power he
possessed over another man's reluctant wife impaled beneath him
and flicked the head again, bringing another moan from between her
tightly clenched teeth. He ground his pelvis into the smooth
flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching
her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the
squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts.
She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and
closing her legs around his hips as he worked up and down in a
chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world. Her mouth
gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the
mattress, lost in the wild abandon of the delicious fuck he was
giving her.
Dick reached under her buttocks as he drove his cock
rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt and stretched the
crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle
finger for her anus.
When he found it, a small rivulet of warm moisture was
running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his
hard rod of flesh sawing into her. It moistened the tight
puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed
experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed
hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight
elastic ring gave way completely and his finger slid up to the
first knuckle.
"Aarrrggg!" she screamed, almost crawling on her back across
the bed to escape the first unexpected pain.
But Dick pushed again, until the finger was in to the second
knuckle, and in spite of the pain he knew he was causing her, he
felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger
until it was sunk all the way in to the palm of his hand. He
jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her
rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating
her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of
her and began skewering her between them, maintaining the same
rhythm for both as she groaned under him, opening her legs wide
out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of
her loins.
Dick could both sense and feel his cock growing inside her
until he felt as though it might burst from the exquisite pleasure
building up in his balls as they slapped against her upturned ass.
Knowing that she could soon cum, he began ramming into her with
long hard strokes in time with his finger digging into her asshole
to excite her more. He knew she was near completion as she
gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them
around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She
gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat
as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he
continued his merciless thrusting with all his might.
"Ohhhh ... yes ... fuck me good ... fuck me ... yes ...
yeeeessss ..." Midge mumbled incoherently beneath him, wallowing
in the obscene sound of the words coming out of her mouth.
She jack-knifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back
hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening of her
upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her
face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near. She
mumbled on and on until the sounds coming from her throat were a
mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known
only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the
whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was pressed up to him to
batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over his
shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited
dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing
eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.
Midge screamed suddenly, a low animal sound as she screwed
her wildly clenching pussy hard up on his thrusting cock and
locked herself to him with all the strength of the thighs while
her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. She held her
breath for a moment and then expelled it as though hit in the
stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the
mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering
of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured prick. He
pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for
the moment.
"Mmmmm ..." she cooed. "That was wonderful ..."
"You're not finished yet," Dick answered, pulling back and
sliding his hardness wetly out of the warm softness of her pussy.
As he rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back,
thin sticky trails of her orgasm followed his cock across her
thigh. He lay with his rigidity pointed straight up at the
ceiling and reached out for her, pulling her on top of him,
forcing her down on the bed until her face lay directly over his
cannon-like prick.
She reached up with her hand and began to stroke him, sliding
the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused
his ache to increase beyond endurance. She rose to her knees and
hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from
the throbbing moist head of his prick. She held it tightly
between both hands, stroking it between the flat of both palms in
a teasing up-and-down motion that caused his loins to undulate in
time to her maddening rhythm.
"Suck it, baby!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"
Midge had completely forgotten about Robert now. All she
cared about was seeing that Dick got what he wanted. Never had
she been so satisfied before ... and now, she wanted to have his
cock in her mouth, swallowing him, filling her belly with his cum.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and
suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into
the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in
from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back
of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her
mouth all the way down and enclosed the whole of the sensitive
head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an
elastic band around it just below the head, wrapping it completely
inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Dick lifted his head from the bed and looked down at Midge's
bobbing head. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway
between her ovalled lips increased the sensations a thousand
times. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and
glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not
yet taken between her soft, moistened lips. She massaged the soft
resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked
the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other
as she began to suck rhythmically up and down.
He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly
around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking
magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He
raised his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of
her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made
it all the more exciting for him.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he
watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see
tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of
her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The
muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap
from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing
even further between her lips.
Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging
greedily to his thrusting cock.
Dick groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her
throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a
steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed
with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her mouth.
Midge groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple
bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting
hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips
in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling
her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to
suck it dry, and his groans of pleasure incited her to greater
effort. It continued for almost an eternity and she thought it
would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of
her face fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot
spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped.
She had sucked him dry.
And as his now limp cock slipped obscenely from her mouth,
reality began to slowly creep back into Midge's mind. She
realized for the first time that she had completely given herself
to this man just as he had wanted her to and gotten lost in it
again.
But why wasn't Robert home, she thought. Something had gone
wrong with her plan. She got up from bed and wrapped the dropped
peignoir around her shoulders and started out of the room.
"Going somewhere?" Dick asked.
"I ... I want to check ..." she started to answer.
"If you're worried about your husband, don't be. He won't be
home for some time now. I made sure of that."
"I don't understand," Midge said. "What do you mean?"
"Well, when you invited me here this morning, I made sure we
wouldn't be interrupted."
"How did you make sure?" Midge insisted, tired of beating
around the bush.
"Simple. Since you were kind enough to invite me over here
for a good fucking session, I had my wife invite Robert over to
our house. So you see, everyone's having a good evening!"
Midge was silent for a brief second and then the room was
filled with the sound of her laughter.
"Oh, this is too much!" she shrieked, doubling over with
laughter. "Too much!"
And Dick, mistaking her laughter for happiness, got off the
bed and walked over to where she stood, and parting the sheer
material of her gown, thrust several fingers up between her still
moistened thighs.
"Come on, baby ..." he whispered seductively. "We're just
getting started."
How many times and how many ways he fucked her that night
Midge couldn't later remember, but what the hell, she had asked
for it. She had really asked for it!
Chapter 9
Midge turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the
white terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall
shower. And grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked
up the ringing telephone.
"Hello, " she said, holding the telephone receiver between
her shoulder and chin, wrapping the towel turban-style around her
hair.
"Listen, Midge," Robert's voice came back at her. "Don't
bother about dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner
jacket and wear something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be
ready, okay?"
Midge felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been
missing for some time.
"Of course, Bob," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get
home. But where are we going ... and what's the occasion?" she
asked, not really caring, just pleased that she and Robert would
go out together again.
"The occasion is my probably landing the biggest account of
my career. We're having dinner with Dick Kelly and his wife," the
information landed on her disappointed ears.
"Oh, Robert," she lied to him. "I don't know if I can. I
don't feel very well and ..."
"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you," he interrupted
her. "But you're going tonight whether you like it or not. I'm
not letting you louse up my chances for this promotion. Now you
be ready at seven!" and he hung up.
Midge put the receiver back on the phone and walked into the
bedroom. Oh God, she thought. She wasn't going to be able to go
through with it. The thought of having to face Dick Kelly and his
wife again after all they had put her through made her tremble.
She was sure Robert would be able to sense something was wrong and
that the evening would be a disaster, but when Robert came home at
seven, she was ready to go.
* * *
As they rode along in the car, neither of them said a word to
each other. Midge looked for some sign that Robert might know
what she had been doing with Dick Kelly, his client, and that she
knew about him and Connie, but there was nothing there to indicate
such knowledge. But still, she was worried. She was sure the
evening could lead to no good. After Robert had called her that
morning, she had hoped there would be other couples at the dinner,
perhaps Deedie and Ron, but when she asked Robert before they left
the house together, he told her that it would just be the four of
them. And those were the last words either of them had exchanged
so far.
Midge tried to think of something else, but her mind kept
coming back to the same thing. She pulled a compact out of her
purse and examined herself in the tiny mirror. The low cut gown
she had put on revealed a great deal of her well-formed cleavage.
She had originally had on a much less revealing dress, but Robert
said it made her look matronly and had her change to the yellow
silk she was now wearing. She wished there was something, some
way she could cover herself up, knowing that Dick was sure to make
some sort of comment about her neckline, but Robert had even
refused to let her bring her knitted shawl with her.
"What the hell do you want to wear that for?" he had asked.
"It makes you look like an old lady!"
As Robert pulled the Pontiac into the Kelly's driveway, he
turned to Midge and gave her a long hard stare. Midge sat looking
straight ahead, afraid of what he was thinking. It seemed that
paranoia was the word of the day now. Every look, every strange
expression was a threat to her existence as his wife. She knew it
couldn't continue much longer. Soon, it would all have to come to
a head.
"When we get inside," he started, "you just play the perfect
wife. I'll take care of everything else, understand?"
"Yes, Robert," she answered as the butler came out of the
house to help her out of the car.
"Good evening, madam," he said as he opened the door and gave
Midge his hand. As she bent forward to get out of the car, she
caught a quick glance of the butler looking straight down her
dress.
My God, she thought. Is that all anyone thinks about in this
house?
Robert came around the car, and taking Midge's arm led her up
to the front door where Dick Kelly stood waiting for them.
"Well, good to see you two again. Come on in, Bob," he said,
stepping out of the way to let them pass. And as Midge passed by
him, his hand touched and caressed over the firm cheeks of her
buttocks for the briefest second. Robert didn't take notice at
Midge's slight jump as he was too busy taking in the view across
the room.
There stood Connie wearing a skin-tight gold lame jumpsuit.
The neckline cut from the shoulders to the navel in a huge
revealing vee so that the edge of the metallic material covered
only one half of each firm round breast. The pants left nothing
to the imagination as they clung so tightly to her full blown
figure that even from across the room, Robert was able to make out
the outline of her crotch pushing against the yellow cloth and
wryly thought, A prize worth having ... a real golden sheathed
cunt!
When Midge saw her, she had to cover her mouth with her hand
to stifle the gasp coming out. She had never seen anything like it
before. The closest thing she had ever seen to match was a
dancer's costume at a nightclub in Paris when she and Robert were
on their honeymoon.
"Good evening," Connie said softly from her pose against the
fireplace. "Welcome back!" Midge caught the look that went back
and forth between Connie and Robert and stood furious as Robert
walked away from her and made a beeline for Connie. Dick walked
up behind Midge and possessively, as though he now owned her, ran
his hand up the back of her thighs to the crack in her buttocks.
Midge spun around to face him, wanting to slap him hard across the
face but realized she couldn't.
"May I get you a drink?" he offered.
As Dick went to the bar to fix the drinks, Midge sat watching
Robert make a fool of himself over Connie. She couldn't believe
it. Connie was certainly a good-looking woman half her age, but
other than that she was so cheap, so tawdry about her appearance
... the sort of woman a man like Dick falls for ... yes, they were
a perfect couple, she thought.
Dinner was a huge success for everyone but Midge. Robert
spent the entire evening fawning over Connie, amusing her with
stories about his college days, and about some of his other
accounts while Midge spent most of her time picking at the food
and trying to escape Dick's searching hands under the table. By
the time the meal was over, Midge was exhausted and ready to
leave, but she knew that Dick and Robert still had to talk
business and she would probably be left alone with Connie. Just
the thought of it turned her stomach.
"Well," Dick said, patting his full stomach. "Why don't we
have our coffee and brandy in the living room." He rose from the
table and pulled Midge's chair out for her, taking her by the arm
and leading her into the other room while Robert took Connie's arm
and followed them in.
"If you will excuse me," Midge said, "I'd like to use the
powder room to freshen up a bit." And with that, she turned and
went up the stairs to the second floor leaving Robert with Dick
and Connie.
As soon as Midge was out of the room, Connie guided Robert to
the huge over-sized white sofa and sat down next to him. Her arms
slipped around his shoulders and her mouth covered his, her tongue
slipping from between her lips and digging into his mouth.
Robert pulled back, nervously glancing at Dick who stood just
a few feet away from where they sat.
"Connie..." he said in mock-shocked tones. "I ... I don't
understand ... your husband ..."
Dick roared with laughter at Robert's performance.
"Don't worry about me," he chuckled. "I've known about you
two since the first time you came here! No reason for you to stop
now!"
"What?" Robert asked incredulously. "You mean you've known
all along what we've been doing? And don't you care?"
"Why should he care?" Connie jumped into the conversation.
"I mean, after all, he's been getting his from Midge. So why
shouldn't I have my fun too?"
Robert sat shocked.
"What do you mean he's been getting his from Midge? Getting
what? What?" he yelled, shaking Connie by the shoulders.
"Getting what?"
"Hey, take it easy!" Connie said, trying to calm him down.
"'Getting his' means he's been getting laid at your house while
you've been getting laid over here. Does that make it clear for
you?"
"What is this. Some kind of put-on?" Robert asked. "Look, I
know my wife and she just isn't the type ... to do that sort of
thing."
"Listen, Robert," Connie went on. "I've got a little story
to tell you. Do you remember the day we made love together at
Dick's suite at the hotel? Well, after you left Dick came out of
the bedroom where he had been all along. And right behind him was
your sweet little innocent wife. Don't interrupt me! You wife
and my husband had been using the room before we came in. That's
right, little man. Midge and Dick had been fucking each other
silly that afternoon. And she sure as hell liked it from the look
on her face, when she came out of the bedroom. And do you know
what?" she continued, letting her hands fall on Robert's body,
caressing him softly as she spoke. "Your little wife not only
likes other men, but she's not at all put off by a good-looking
woman, either. Since she was already warmed up by Dick's good
hard dick and her cunt was well-lubricated, I had no trouble
getting several fingers up inside her and boy, does she know how
to respond. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no lesbian, but I enjoy a
little change every now and then and your little wife is about the
best change I've had in a long time. She not only enjoyed me, but
she held my face prisoner in her stretched pussy for so long I
thought I might not ever see the outside world again! And when I
finished with her and Dick had his cock back up inside her,
fucking her for all she was worth, I lowered my snatch on her face
and she ate me like she hadn't had a meal for weeks. I haven't
had such a good sucking out since my honeymoon!" She turned to
Dick. "No offense, dear, but let's face it. You have been a
little slack in that department. And so, since that day, little
Midge has been hopping on Dick's stick every chance she got. Why
do you think I called you over here the other day? Because Midge
had invited Dick to your house and we wanted to make sure that
their fucking wasn't interrupted. And now, we think it's foolish
for us to be wasting what should be a very interesting evening
just to save a little pride. Don't you think so?"
Robert sat staring at Connie, his mouth hanging wide open.
He couldn't believe his ears or what they had just heard.
"This is fantastic! You made all that up, didn't you?"
"No Robert," Connie said sternly. "I don't have to make up
anything when the truth is much more interesting."
"Yes, Robert," Dick interrupted. "Now that you're going to
be handling my account, I do think everything should be above the
table, that is, at least the conversations should be," he quipped,
laughing at his own joke. "But, just to make sure you believe us,
you might be interested in my knowing about this little mole on
the inside of her thigh, that Midge has. Just about half an inch
from her left cunt lip, if you'll pardon my medical terminology.
And lovely cunt lips they are, too, I might add."
But all Robert had heard was that the Kelly account was his.
He had what he wanted. If it meant a little work for Midge too,
that was what a wife was for.
By this time, Connie's hands were resting on top of the now
growing bulge in Robert's pants. She kneaded into the material
softly, waiting for him to respond. And in just another second,
it dawned on him that what these two wanted was what he had better
give them. He turned to Connie and taking her face in his hands
forced his tongue deep into the entrance of her throat. Her hands
worked furiously at his groin, pulling down his zipper and freeing
his growing cock from the confines of his boxer shorts. His stiff
member popped up out of his material and her soft fingers slipped
the foreskin back over the head exposing the sensitive red tip to
the warm air in the room.
Robert lifted his head from Connie's and got up from the sofa
and stood directly in front of her. Her hand still clutched at his
now fully erect prick and he guided the tip of it up against her
parted lips.
"Okay, baby," he said lewdly. "Suck it!" And with that, he
grabbed the back of her head and rammed the full length of his
cock deep into the warm, wet cavern of her awaiting mouth. As
Connie sucked voraciously on his cock Robert busied himself,
removing his jacket and shirt, undoing his belt and letting his
pants drop to the floor. He kicked off his patent leather pumps
and stepped out of the crumpled pants, pushing them out of the way
with his foot. He stood there, an obscene spectacle; his huge-
veined prick sticking out of his underwear and disappearing into
Connie's grasping mouth. He bent down over her head and undid the
zipper at the back of her jumpsuit, pulling it down to her waist.
"Come on," he said, panting for more. "Let's get you out of
that thing so my cock can get where it belongs!"
He pulled back out of her mouth, his stiff cock bobbing in
the air, and pulled her to her feet. Her clothes were off in a
matter of a second, and she stood there wearing only a pair of
brief black silk panties that had no crotch. Her soft, hair-lined
pussy was exposed, surrounded by soft black lace. He pushed her
down to the floor and without wasting any time, jumped on top of
her. His massive prick touched the pink lips of her cunt and he
could feel the burning fire that was torturing her insides.
"Ooooohhh..." she moaned softly as the smooth rubbery head touched
the waiting opening.
He paused for a second, gently rocking back and forth on top
of her, teasing the quivering opening and then suddenly thrust his
rigid tool deep into the burning cavern between her open thighs.
"Ah ... aaaahhh ... aaahhhhh!!!!" she crooned as he filled
her with his throbbing prick.
Just a few feet away, Dick stood watching their performance,
his prick already out of his pants, his hand working furiously
back and forth as it grew harder and harder every second. He
would soon be getting his, he knew, and he wanted to be ready when
the little bitch came back into the room. Soon, his cock was fully
grown, his hand just barely able to surround it, and he pulled the
foreskin back and forth as small pearls of moisture appeared at
the tip.
Robert's mouth spread to a wide ecstatic grin as the wet
slippery walls of Connie's cunt enfolded his throbbing cock,
sucking at it with the clenching muscles of desire. He sighed,
his mouth wide open as he slid deeper and deeper into her fiery
passage until he completely filled her. He could feel her whole
body twitching underneath him as he began to stroke rhythmically,
feeling the hard contact of her pelvis smacking into his as he
drove his prick in and out.
Connie moved in perfect time with him, pushing and dropping
her hips as his light groans of ecstatic pleasure spurred her to
higher and higher heights of passion.
As Midge was coming down the stairs, she thought she heard
rather strange sounds coming from the living room but didn't think
too much about it. All she wanted to do was get out of this place
as soon as possible. But she was in for a big surprise. As she
walked through the entrance to the room. There on the floor were
Connie and Robert fucking furiously as if there were no one
around. But just beside them stood Dick, furiously pulling at his
huge erection, a contorted look of crazed desire on his face.
"Oh, God," Midge hissed as the spectacle hit her square in
the face. "Oh, my God!" But before she could do anything, Dick
was standing in front of her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling
her into the room.
She was unable to protest and make any move to stop him. She
allowed herself to be led like a child and when he started to
undress her, she made no move to stop him. Her clothes were off
in a matter of moments, but she did not care anymore. The sudden
shock had killed all but the tiny quiver that suddenly rippled
between her legs. She could not take her eyes off the two bodies
coupled on the floor, fucking furiously at each other. Suddenly,
Dick stood in front of her, his huge erection pointing straight at
her like some menacing tool of torture and her eyes glazed over
smokily as the lewd sensation of desire shot through her like a
thunderbolt.
He led her further into the room until they stood directly in
front of Robert and Connie. Robert looked up, and never stopping
his relentless stroking into Connie, said, "Show the man a good
time, Midge. But then I guess you're used to that, already!" And
he returned his attention to Connie.
Dick lowered Midge to the floor spreading her legs and
crouching between them. She felt the flat palms of his sweating
hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding
them wide apart. She watched as he slowly lowered his head.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as his moist lips closed over the soft
mound at the base of her belly. His face disappeared as he placed
wet tickling kisses on the still tightly closed aperture of her
vagina, his tongue flicking hungrily at the sudden quivering
opening. Her head rolled from side to side on the floor as his
hot searing tongue shot out, its soft lips sucked at the warm
tender folds. She groaned from deep in her throat as the hot
probing tip worked its way around the elastic rimmed opening of
her clasping vagina and into the crevice of the involuntarily
flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to wetly caress the
tight throbbing little rectum nestled tantalizingly between the
firm full moons.
Dick worked at her, knowing that soon she would drop her prim
exterior and be bucking and jerking for more under him. And then
he would have her where he wanted her once more. She would be
begging for him to do the most obscene things to her. He smiled
to himself as he felt her hands reach uncontrollably down, guiding
his face back up to the palpitating opening of her cunt.
So soon? he thought to himself as he lifted his face up to
her slowly gyrating pussy. Must be getting better than I thought!
He let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly
over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. As his lips
rounded and covered the clasping opening, he thrust his tongue
deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from her while
soft inner thighs closed convulsively around his head.
A few feet away, Connie gasped as she drove herself toward a
frenzy of sexual desire, using every straining muscle in her
tortured body to meet the demands of Robert's hardened cock as it
drove in and out of her aching cunt. She dug her fingernails into
his back, drawing a small trickle of blood as she tried to pull
him deeper into the already widely stretched cavern that ached
with a crazed desire for more and more of this man who had
suddenly become her life.
And Robert wanted to hear her beg. He suddenly drove his
massive cock deeper into her, using his buttocks as a piledriver.
His huge prick was a weapon and he could punish her with it.
"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped out. "More ... give me more ...
more!"
Robert pushed even deeper, feeling the smooth leathery tip of
his cock pushing up tight against her cervix. He moved to
reposition, using his hands to lift the quivering flesh of her
smooth round buttocks, and she responded by wrapping her legs
around his back and locking her ankles tight together to hold him
in her. As he drove into her, his fingers spread the clenching
flesh of her quivering white bottom, stretching the tight brown
ring of her tiny twitching anus.
"Aaaahhhh!" she groaned out. "More ... give me more!"
Connie moaned as he moistened his finger with the lubricating
juices spilling out of her cunt and slid it along the sensitive
flesh between her pussy and asshole. He probed at the elastic
opening, making her cry out at the strange, obscene sensation.
Suddenly, he slid the finger all the way into her tightly
resistant rectum and she cried out, half in pain, half in
pleasure. He knew she was no virgin there like Midge, his wife,
had been, and angrily rotated his finger back and forth, scraping
her for having done it before.
By this time Dick had grown tired of sucking at Midge's cunt.
He wanted to mount her, to drive his rock-hard cock deep into her
womb until he filled her entire being with his masculinity. He
pulled himself up on top of her, the huge head of his prick
pressed tightly against her now well-moistened opening. Midge
felt the lips around her throbbing vagina open. The elastic
rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the
hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically
resisted for a moment, emitting a long, low groan from deep within
her throat.
Dick shoved again and forced his way in a fraction of an
inch. And then he wanted to hear her scream out for mercy. He
rammed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated
cock all the way to the hilt. He could feel his balls slap
tightly against her anus that screwed itself into the rug, vainly
attempting to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked
out wide on either side of them.
"Nooooo! Nooooo!" she screamed, impaled helplessly beneath
him. With each jerk, the huge head seemed to burrow deeper into
her. His outstretched arms pinned her shoulders to the floor, his
widespread knees held her thighs split far apart. The plunging
rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as his blood-
filled head pressed hard into her.
"That's it, Dick" Robert yelled across the room at him.
"Give it to her good, she's been a little uppity lately anyway.
Let's teach the little ladies who's boss in our families!"
Dick waited a moment and then thrust into her once more.
"Ooohhhh ..." as the buried cock expanded once more,
stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart. Dick watched
her nostrils flaring in time to his plunges. Soft mewing sounds
of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his ministrations.
"Ooooohhhh ... yes ... yes..." she sighed, as her wet
clasping cunt began a soft opening and closing, clenching motion
around his pulsating member.
Dick began slow rhythmic throbs into the writhing girl
beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of
pleasure sounded through the room. Her head rolled from side to
side as her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his
impaling rod.
Midge's body started to come alive again. The pain
diminished and in its place was a maddening electric tingle that
began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw
nerve ends of her flesh. She rotated her hips from side to side
around the pole-like prick. It felt as though it had a heart
imbedded in the palpitating head whose heat against her inner
passage was becoming a part of her being. She was one with it.
She and Dick were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged together in
uncontrollable lust.
Dick could hardly contain himself as he felt her pelvis
screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. Tiny
contracting muscles inside her cunt nibbled hungrily at the
inflated head. The dilated lips between her hairlined pink slit
pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for
several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffering her
soft pubic fleece tightly up against his pubic hair, embedding the
full length of him deep into her warm white belly. He stayed
perfectly still, letting her quivering body pump up and down on
his rigid piston.
And then without warning, Dick seemed to go berserk. He
reached back, grabbed her ankles and pushing them brutally back
over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball
of helplessness beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly
over her head, the widespread slit between her legs completely
open to his desire. He began long hard strokes into the streaming
passage that was now wet and slippery, withdrawing the head until
just the tip was inside the hot clammy opening and then thrusting
forward hard with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly
against the wide split crack of her buttocks.
Midge groaned helplessly as her exposed cunt was plundered
again almost beyond endurance. He was driving her mercilessly
down against the floor with each jackhammer thrust and she
couldn't fight from her hopeless position. She could feel the
giant head sliding up and down and the hot slap of his soft hair-
covered balls against her anus as he jerked forward on the down
stroke.
The hard wood floor beneath the rug under them creaked loudly
in time to the two groups of tightly entwined bodies struggling
wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts
and groans filled the room mixing with those coming from Robert
and Connie who by now had moved several feet closer in the throes
of their crazed sexual encounters.
Midge's hands reached up from under her legs and clawed a red
streak down Dick's desperately pumping behind and she pulled him
deep and thrust her groin up hard to skewer herself deliciously on
the driving hot flesh of his pumping cock.
"You hot little bitch!" Dick whispered hoarsely down at her
writhing body. "Hot little bitch!" He ceaselessly rammed himself
into her with long cruel jabs. He could feel the hot white cum
building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her
upturned ass. He was ready to explode.
Connie could hardly stand the dual fucking she was getting
from Robert. One in her cunt from his huge rock-hard cock and the
other in her ass as he ground several fingers into her, twisting
and thrusting into the tight elastic opening with harsh, cruel
jabs.
The swollen walls of her pussy could hardly stand the
fantastic excitement of his rigid cock driving back and forth
inside, while his fingers pulled at the very center of her being.
She bucked harder as he fucked her, clenching him tightly with her
long, slim legs straining to draw him deeper.
Her face contorted in a lewd mask of ecstatic pleasure and
pain as she threw her head back and forth on the bed, unaware of
anything but the roaring fire that burned throughout her sex-
crazed body.
Above her, Robert jerked his fingers out of her anus and slid
one of them into the quivering pink lips of her cunt beside his
swollen cock. But when it slipped in easily, he pulled it out and
thrust three in with his driving rod, stretching her until she
could stand no more.
"OH GOD! God! ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Connie
screamed. "I'm cumming!"
And then suddenly as though the words had come from her
mouth, Midge's body also began vibrating uncontrollably ...
greater moisture trickling from her cunt, drowning Dick's cock
with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her ass.
Robert could hardly stay on top of Connie as she suddenly
exploded, shooting his cum along the underside of his thick cock
until it burst free into her cunt, joining her juices deep in her
quivering belly.
Dick let out an uncontrollable yell as his hot white liquid
began shooting into Midge like a burning fire, ricocheting around
inside her dilated stomach like streams of molten lava. Her cunt
clasped around it, erupting in answer and again spilling her own
white-hot cum into the already drowning cavern of her quivering
passage.
The only sound left in the room was of heavy breathing and
then first one loud sucking noise as Dick pulled quickly out of
Midge's grasping cunt and then another as Robert pulled out of
Connie's.
The two men stood up and slowly turned to face each other.
"Well," said Robert, panting, "I can see why my wife's been
coming to you. You fucked like a wild horse."
"My friend," Dick answered. "By the look of Connie you don't
do so bad yourself. How about a drink?"
Dick led Robert over to the bar where he poured two large
brandies, leaving both women still writhing in the after-throes of
ecstasy on the floor. As they both took long gulps of the warm
liquid, Connie lifted her head from the floor, her long hair in
matted clumps around her face.
"Hey!" she yelled over at the two men. "How about some of
that for a thirsty lady?"
Dick laughed good-naturedly and poured a stiff snifter full
and the two men walked over to her.
"Thanks," she said as Dick handed the glass to her.
"Cheers!" Robert extended his hand and helped Connie to her feet.
The three of them stood there, completely naked, staring down at
Midge's naked body still writhing sensuously on the floor.
"It looks to me like Midge could stand a little more,
gentlemen," Connie said with a broad smile. "And besides, I enjoy
a little entertainment." And with that, she settled on the sofa,
sipping at her brandy. "Well?" she asked. "Do I get my show or
not?"
Dick looked at Robert to see if there might be any trace of
doubt or anger in his face, but all he could see was eager
anticipation.
Both men walked over to Midge's limp body and stood by her
and Robert prodded her in the side with his toes.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Midge without the slightest resistance rolled her ravished
body over on the prickly rug, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he commanded to the half conscious girl. Midge
kneeled up, panting and rested a minute on all fours, but buttocks
waving high in the air behind her, her face pushed into the
carpet. Her eyes were heavily glazed as if she were in some sort
of trance.
"Take your choice," Robert offered Dick. "Front or rear."
"Well," Dick said, "since I just had some of the bottom
portion, why don't I plug up her face for a while?" And he knelt
down on the floor directly in front of Midge's bowed head.
"Come on, honey, Dick's got something for you," he said
lifting her up so that her arms supported her weight, her face
directly opposite his half-limp cock.
Midge felt heavy hands on her hips from someone kneeling
behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons
of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock
pressing into the now moisture-drenched slit in her crotch. With
a grunt, Robert shoved cruelly forward, burying his cock deep up
her crevice, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden
lunge. Her face ran into Dick's erect, waiting cock that rammed
without warning into her gaping mouth. He grasped both sides of
her head in a viselike grip between his hands and held firm.
He began sawing into her face viciously like it was a second
delicious cunt. Midge gagged as he rammed it halfway down her
throat, the full length disappearing into her ovalled lips almost
to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft
fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She
struggled to breathe, catching small gasps of air on the out-
stroke.
"Uuuuunnnnn..." she groaned as they buffeted her back and
forth, like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a
receptacle into which they could pump their burning sperm at will.
She was no longer human but a flaccid great mass of tingling
flesh.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered
through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked by
two excited men excited her almost beyond endurance. The hunger
in her belly began raging out of control again. She began to
undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt
muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her, and sucking
voraciously at the hardened cock in her mouth; her cheeks
hollowing and filling with his cruel thrusts. Her tongue licked
wildly at the blood-filled head; the tip probing hotly into the
gland on the end. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running
down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt.
And in a short moment later, her wish came true.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm,
she felt the cock fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin
spewing its white-hot load deep into her clasping cunt. It
bounced around inside and trickled from the hair-covered lips down
into the matted hair of Robert's stomach. His balls pressed
tightly against her exposed clit, causing her body to jerk
convulsively forward, burying the cock in her mouth to the hilt.
It too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent
liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on
the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep in her throat.
She swallowed Dick's cum in hungry gulps, fastening her lips like
an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating rod, fearful of
losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran
from the corners of her mouth as he dropped to the floor in front
of her and his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still
sucking mouth.
She pushed her buttocks back against the still squirting cock
in her cunt and with a scream from between her clenched teeth,
felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks.
Her strength was suddenly gone and she too collapsed forward on
the floor as Robert's cock slipped limply from her sperm-drenched
pussy; gushes of cool air rushed into the unplugged opening.
As Robert looked over to Connie on the sofa, Dick was already
sitting next to her, several fingers exploring her cunt.
"Well, Robert," Dick said, grinning, "welcome to the Kelly
Household Products Family." And then, motioning to the empty
section of sofa on the other side of Connie, said, "Care to join
me in another round?"
Chapter 10
The party was being given by June Sedgwick and only the top
agency people in New York were invited. It was June's birthday
and she was celebrating in a style to which she was more than
accustomed, being the one woman in New York who could make or
break just about anyone in advertising.
The agencies either trembled or applauded at the sound of her
name, for it was she who either supplied them with their best
brains, or stole them out from under their noses, placing them in
a competitive agency.
Robert had received a call from her late the previous evening
and had been impressed by her invitation. He knew it meant
something big. June had her eye on him for some reason that
couldn't help but be good for him.
He had been senior account executive at C&W for several
months now, and he and Midge had bought a large house in
Westchester County. Having driven in for the party, they now found
themselves on the top floor of Sarty's restaurant surrounded by
executives from every top agency in the city.
Midge scanned the room with a jaded eye. She recognized June
right away, having seen her several times before at similar
gatherings. A tall woman, wearing an aggressive pink dress and
many exotic jewels.
June whirled about from one of her prize pets to another,
finally arriving in front of Robert and Midge with a bottle of
champagne in one hand. She supplied them with glasses and began to
pour, spouting a steady stream of words as she did so.
"Hi, babies! So glad you're here. Actually, I really wanted
to get a good look at you again, Bob. You look just the way I
remembered you. I have a little plan. Now I know you're doing
pretty well at C&W these days, but how'd you like to do better?"
Robert's ears picked up as he tried to keep his excitement
from showing.
"I wouldn't mind, June. You know that!"
"Well, how'd you like to write your own figure over at Cole
and Young? It can be arranged!" she said coyly.
"Cole and Young?!" Robert repeated - and Midge could
recognize the tone of his voice. He'd give a lot more than his
eye teeth for that, she knew. She slowly sipped her champagne and
began to let her mind drift.
She hoped June would arrange it. She could do with a new
mink - or maybe she'd hold out for chinchilla this time. Mink was
a little de trop these days.
Midge inspected June's carefully dyed hair, her "smart"
spectacles and her figure, which was still good.
"You leave it to me, darling!" June was saying to Robert.
"Just you two be your own sweet selves. Lester Cole is standing
right there - let's go over and say hello!"
The room had grown even more crowded with advertising people.
Girls in mini-skirts and pant-suits drank and giggled and men
arrived in everything from lace to Levi's.
The three of them pushed their way through the crowd, past
huge tables overflowing with choice foods including one with an
enormous birthday cake on it, past the bar which was presided over
by three bartenders. Finally, they reached the corner where
Lester Cole stood, nursing a scotch and soda and conversing in
amicable tones with a young girl in a see-through plastic dress.
As the trio approached him, Lester looked up and saw first
June Sedgwick, then Midge and then Robert. He knew immediately
that a deal was in the offing, and he knew what kind. June had
already approached him about Robert's possibilities and had not
forgotten to mention about Midge's possibilities. And, Robert
sounded like the man he needed all right ... even worth paying
June's stiff fee and the top salary he knew she would demand for
him.
The girl he had been talking to left shortly after the
introductions had been made and soon the couples were deep in
friendly conversation that carefully steered away from the real
topic in everybody's mind.
Midge felt good, in fact, the more champagne she consumed,
the better she felt. Lester Cole was quite charming, she thought,
and even June was beginning to look a little less like a female
barracuda to her. She wasn't even surprised when she overheard
June's stage whispers to Robert.
"The second door to the left. I'll be waiting, beautiful!"
A moment liter, June had disappeared and shortly after that,
Robert excused himself and followed her. Midge yawned politely
and handed her glass to Lester for re-filling. Since she knew she
wouldn't be seeing her husband for at least an hour, she might as
well enjoy herself too.
Lester filled her champagne glass to the brim.
"Well, it looks like we're on our own here, my dear," he
said, gazing down into her revealing neckline.
Midge lowered her eyelashes at him. She'd be damned if she'd
let Robert go off and have a go with that career bitch without
having a little fun herself.
"Lester," she said. "Could we leave this noise? I hate
these ad game parties. I'll bet you do too."
"We all do, Midge ... we all do ..." he answered laughing.
* * *
On the way up in the elevator, Lester pushed Midge back
against the wall, pressing his body against her and kissing her
wetly on the mouth. Midge felt her pulse race. He certainly
wasn't wasting any time, she thought.
The elevator stopped and the door opened. They crossed a
small hallway and entered another elevator which went up only one
flight and then opened directly into Lester's penthouse apartment.
A huge Persian cat ran to greet them as they entered the living
room.
"A small drink, perhaps?" Lester asked, going to the bar
directly. "More champagne? Anything you like ... I know what.
How about a little brandy and soda?"
"Mmmmm..." Midge answered.
He poured the brandy into two large tumblers and filled them
with soda, carrying them to the sofa where Midge sat waiting for
him.
"Won't that husband of yours be wondering where you are?" he
asked, sitting close to her.
"Oh, no ... he'll know I'm in good hands. I don't expect
he'll worry much." Midge sipped her brandy and let her head drop
back on the sofa.
Lester put his arm around her and cupped his large hand over
her soft, pliant breast.
"I'm jealous of your dress," he said, kissing her on the
smooth globular area of her tit that pushed up from the low
neckline of her dress. "What there is of it, anyway!"
Midge turned her body toward his and felt him begin to unzip
her dress from behind. The brandy raced around inside her, mixing
crazily with the champagne. She could feel Lester's cock
hardening against her thigh and the thought of the adultery she
was about to commit began to add to the excitement she already
felt. She could match Robert any day of the week, she thought, as
she wondered if he was enjoying his little workout with June
Sedgwick.
Deedie had been right all alone when she told her all the fun
she could have been having. How naive I was, she mused.
She was almost completely undressed now and Lester was
tugging at her bra. She reached behind and helped him by undoing
the catch. Her large breasts bobbed free, and Lester quickly
buried his face in the generous mounds, kissing the rosy tips and
running his tongue along the deep valley between them.
"Beautiful tits ... beautiful ..." he murmured.
"Couldn't we go someplace else?" Midge asked him. "Somewhere
more comfortable?" She was out of breath already and needed to be
lying flat on her back where she could let herself go. She could
tell it was going to be just what she wanted. Lester was going to
know just what to do to please her.
Lester stood up and looked down at her half-clothed beauty.
Her long legs were tucked under her, her breasts stuck out proudly
and he knew he was going to have a good time with those. She was
wearing only her panties, a garter belt and stockings.
"What a luscious tidbit, you are," he said running his tongue
across his lips. And on impulse, he bent over and scooped her up
in his arms.
"You don't weigh much considering you're built like that!" he
told her as he carried her out of the living room.
The bedroom was cool and dark and Midge closed her eyes as
Lester put her softly down on the bed. It felt good to be
stretched out. She could hear the rustle of material as Lester
undressed quickly in the darkness. Goose pimples were breaking
out all over her skin ... partly from the cool air in the room,
and partly in anticipating what Lester was going to do to her.
There was a moment of stillness and she knew Lester was
coming to her. Suddenly, hands were undoing her garter belt and
pulling at her stockings, slipping them down and off. Then
something smooth and warm insinuated itself between her thighs,
parting the soft fleecy hairs of her already moist vagina. The
long shaft continued down, creating a delicious friction as it
went. Then it stopped, poised quivering at the entrance between
her legs.
"Oh, Lester," she cried as she reached up to pull him down
toward her. She felt like she couldn't wait to have him in her,
filling her completely with his long thin cock.
As she spread her legs wider to encourage him, Lester let
himself fall down on her, crushing her into the bed. Then an idea
came to him. He didn't want to enter her yet ... not yet. It
would be over too soon that way. He gave a grunt and straddling
her body, pulled himself up on his knees.
"What ...?" Midge started to ask, but then Lester was cupping
his hands behind her head, pulling her face forward. His blunt-
tipped cock forced itself between her smooth, lipstick-covered
lips, pushing far back into her mouth. At first, she gasped. She
hadn't expected this. But then Lester began a steady back-and-
forth motion skewering deep into the wet cavern of her mouth. Her
tongue slipped around the hard roundness of his prick and the
motion caused her lips to pucker and unpucker around his
penetrating shaft.
"Mmmmm ... that's real good, baby!" Lester hissed. "That's
real good."
Midge kept her eyes squeezed closed and received the
buffeting of Lester's cock, dipping wetly into her throat. She
felt the slapping warmth of his balls against her chin as he
continued his impassioned onslaught.
The very lewdness of their positions increased Midge's
excitement and she began to writhe beneath him, twisting her body
back and forth between his knees, humping herself up so that her
stomach pushed against his rocking buttocks. Her mouth felt
tingly and she began to imagine that it was her cunt and that his
desire-hardened cock was battering the tip of her womb with all
its might. She began to suck him into her and to tighten and
loosen the circle of her mouth around his slippery cudgel.
"Oh honey ... yeah!" he cried out above, his eyes fastened
greedily on his hardened rod of flesh as it disappeared and
reappeared between the soft ovalled folds of her lips.
Way in the back of her mind, Midge wondered what Robert was
doing at the moment. Whatever it was, she thought he couldn't be
enjoying himself more than she was. She was glad she was going to
have the opportunity to see Lester a lot - once Robert had moved
over to Cole and Young.
* * *
Robert laughed softly.
"You're a funny girl, June. You sure do come to the point
... so to speak!"
June laughed and staggered back against the wall of the small
conference room, pulling Robert back along with her. She had a
firm hold on his cock which she had boldly freed from his pants.
"It's a nice fistful, Bob. I'm pleased to do business with
you!"
She stood on tiptoe and planted her lips against his,
flicking her tongue across his mouth and then pushing it inside.
Robert bent over and cupped his hands under her full, firm
buttocks, lifting her small plumpish body from the floor. She
released her hold on his enormous blood-inflated member and threw
her arms about his neck, and then raised her legs so that they
encircled his hunched back.
What a life! Robert was thinking as he hiked her wide skirt
up and discovered she was naked beneath her dress. Dollar signs
danced before his eyes as he poked his prick into her grasping
pussy.
Life is going to be pretty easy from now on in, he figured.
Pretty easy.
* * *
Outside the locked room, the party continued at a furious
pace.
Deedie arrived late as usual and looked around for some sign
of Midge. Finally she asked the wife of one of Robert's staff if
she had seen either of them.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "They were here earlier, but they
must have left. I haven't seen them for an hour or so. You
know," she added, "I really envy them. They seem to be such an
ideal couple ... so happy together. I wish I could say the same
for my marriage. I haven't seen my husband since we got here!"
Deedie smiled and nodded and turned to look around to see
what interesting new young men might be floating free. After all,
a woman could only go so long without a little strange stuff too
and, it had been nearly four hours since she had been in the rack
with that new young executive her husband had just brought into
the company.
Unfortunately, there were no interesting prospects. She left
and went by cab to a singles bar she had heard of. The place was
a fraud, for all its wild advertising, there wasn't one human-
looking male in the room. The night seemed lost, but then Deedie
noticed the lechy smile on the young bartender's handsome face.
She moved to the bar and ordered another drink.
You're far too handsome to be a bartender," she finally said
to him. "I bet you're an actor on the side."
"A bad actor, hon," he shot back with, still smiling.
Over the rim of her glass her eyes sparkled back at him.
"Oh, I hope so, darling, I really hope so! What time do you get
off?"
The End
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