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BEE-0706 One-On-One by Dick N. Ballz

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