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 the straining member stood taut and 
tight. He had intended to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set 
in motion a wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could 
not stop. His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost 
meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a 
furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored breathing 
filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes 
were closed in an expression of utter bliss. Midge stirred lazily on 
the bed, for these few brief minutes, unaware of the obscenity around 
her. She heard the peculiar noise of Dick's hand slapping up and down 
on his own big lustful flesh, but she did not dare open her eyes to see 
what was going on.

Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body ... on her face, running 
down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her stomach, inching 
down her still spread thighs. She opened her eyes with a start and saw 
Dick kneeling above her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain the 
hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. Dick uttered loud grunts and moans as 
he jerkily manipulated his fingers, and the last lewd drops of his 
seminal fluids spurted down onto Midge's smooth, contorted features.

Midge clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her face to the 
crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness that had been 
inflicted on her.

Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband! This was all 
Robert's doing. All his fault that she had been put through this 
torment with these maniacs. The sound of her anguished sobs filled the 
room as Dick left the bed to join Connie in the bathroom.



Chapter 7


When Midge arrived home, it was already dark outside. She noticed with 
surprise that there were lights on in the house. Robert was home 
already. She had counted on his not being there. On the one night when 
she would have wanted him to stay out, he had come home for dinner! She 
felt weak and bedraggled and she had no idea how she could cope with 
his presence. She had not even been able to think out the full 
ramifications of what had transpired that afternoon. Every inch of her 
body ached from the horrible body-wracking positions she had been put 
through. Now, she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her husband's 
face. The very idea disgusted her.

She opened the door to the house and seeing that Robert was in the 
living room looking at television, she tried to quietly make her way to 
the steps where she could get to the bedroom and at least attempt to 
get herself together before having to make dinner. But Robert had been 
listening for her and he heard the key in the lock. He came to the 
living room door and called to her as she was halfway up the stairs.

"Hi, honey! I'm home ... where've you been for such a long time?"

Midge turned and looked at him. She felt like spitting in his face.

"I've been shopping," she said slowly, barely managing to control 
herself.

"Oh? What did you get? Where are all the packages?"

"Being sent. I'll be down in a few minutes to fix dinner," she answered 
and turned her back and continued up the steps.

Robert stood watching her. Her round firm buttocks moved slowly as she 
climbed the stairs, and Robert, still stimulated by his workout with 
Connie, felt the stirrings of his dormant member at the sight of them.

It had been a while since he had made love to her. She would certainly 
be ready for a little tonight, he mused as the provocatively swinging 
hips disappeared from his sight, and he turned and went back to watch 
the news on television.

Midge closed the bedroom door behind her with a sigh of relief and 
collapsed on the bed. She felt like she was having a nightmare of 
gigantic proportions. She lay still, hoping her nerves would stand the 
strain. Suddenly, she laughed when she realized that her mind was 
pondering what to fix for dinner, making a mental list of what was in 
the freezer. At a time like this ... she still responded with the same 
old reflexes. She laughed again bitterly and got up to run herself a 
hot tub.

The water filled up to the brim and she plunged her body into it with a 
groan. She lay motionless, letting the warm water caress her skin and 
slowly seep into her abused crevices. Her tears returned as she thought 
with fury of Robert downstairs ... just sitting there looking at 
television ... waiting for her to cook him dinner, when only a few 
hours ago he had been talking sweet talk to that bitch Connie ... 
telling her how beautiful she was ... then kissing her ... making love 
to someone who was almost a stranger in a way he hadn't made love to 
her in a month!

Well, he could fix his own dinner, she'd be damned if she'd go 
downstairs and cook for him. She began to scrub herself vigorously.

She felt so helpless. If only there was something she could do. 
Divorce? No, but there had to be some way to bring him back to his 
sense, she thought. It seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy.

Her nipples smarted from the rigorous pinchings and squeezings they had 
undergone, and the delicate tissues of her vagina felt raw. Her stomach 
felt queasy at the thought of what she had gone through that afternoon.

After a long while, she stepped out onto the bathmat and toweled 
herself dry. She went to the medicine cabinet and took out a small 
brown bottle. She shook out two green pills and popped them in her 
mouth, swallowing them without water. She thought a moment, and took 
another pill. After putting on a warm nightgown, she creamed her face 
and got between the sheets of the big double bed. She knew the sleeping 
pills would work almost instantly. That was what she wanted, complete 
oblivion, escape from the burning shame and anger that continued to 
taunt her.

As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness; one final image of Dick 
Kelly kneeling over her, his huge penis grasped firmly in his hand, 
filled the screen of her mind and then there was nothing but blissful 
blackness.

*   *   *

Downstairs, Robert sat watching film clips of the war. The sound of 
mortar shells and machine guns filled the living room. He was sitting 
in his favorite comfortable chair, a gin and tonic at his side. He 
watched the jungle scenes, the killed and wounded men with an air of 
detachment. He was thinking about Connie and what she had said about 
his getting the Kelly account, if she had anything to do with it. At 
least that's what he seemed to remember her saying.

He felt elated. It gave him a real sense of accomplishment to know that 
he had made the right move when he followed through on Connie's first 
blatant pass at him at the party. Hot little number! he thought to 
himself. He wondered how soon she would call him.

As he downed his second drink, his stomach growled. He realized that he 
was starving ... where was Midge anyway? She certainly did seem to act 
rather strangely when she came in.

I'll bet it's because she hasn't had any in a while. Well, I'll see she 
gets some tonight! the thoughts passed through his mind as he fixed 
himself another drink.

"Midge!" he called in the direction of the bedroom. "Midge! What are 
you doing up there? How's about dinner?"

When he got no answer, he figured she was probably still in the tub 
making herself pretty for him. Well, he'd just have to have another 
drink and wait for her to come down.

As he sat back down in front of the television, his mind turned back to 
his obsession. Ever since he had been a young guy in college, he had 
decided that the world was made up of two kinds of people, the smart 
guys and the fall guys. He had set about to get to the top as fast as 
he could and by any means necessary. Now, he was just getting a taste 
of the rewards of that point of view. It was all beginning to pay off, 
and once he got this account, there would be no stopping him ... no 
more crummy jobs ... no more fawning over agency big-wigs. There were 
quite a few people he was going to have scurrying about for him once he 
got his promotion. He downed his drink and got up to fix himself 
another.

The television continued to blast out an incessant stream of news which 
Robert watched without paying any attention to what was being said.

"Midge! Midge!" he called out. Where the hell was she, anyway? This was 
getting a little ridiculous now. He made a mental note to take a firmer 
stand with her. This was the first time he'd been home for dinner in 
days, and there was no dinner.

He stood at the bar in the living room finishing off the last of the 
gin and then started up the stairs with a determined step. When he 
reached the top step, he noticed with surprise that the bedroom door 
was closed. He opened it and after his eyes became accustomed to the 
darkness, spotted Midge lying face down on the bed in a deep sleep.

Robert approached the bed slowly, hardly believing his eyes. He sat on 
the bed beside her and shook her arm. But she made no visible sign of 
awakening. He shook her harder still ... and she moaned something 
incoherent and tried to bury her face in the pillow.

Finally he realized that she must have taken a sleeping pill, but he 
was at a loss as to understand why. He sat there, looking down at her 
sleeping form, completely puzzled and vaguely annoyed.

Midge stirred slightly and he took note of the bulge of her buttocks 
once more. Slowly, he pulled the sheets back, uncovering first her back 
and then the protruding mounds of her soft, white behind. He pulled her 
nightgown up so that the whiteness of her whole ass was exposed to his 
view. He felt his prick stiffen at the sight of it. He pulled the gown 
up still further, tugging and turning Midge's lifeless body so that the 
material could slide easily over her jutting breasts.

Midge slowly became aware of the fact that something was happening. At 
first it seemed like a dream, and then through the haze of her drugged 
state, she realized that it was not a dream at all ... it was real.

Robert had taken her nightgown off completely, and was now massaging 
her breasts with his firm, familiar touch. He was really excited now. 
She seemed so helpless because of the pills she had taken and something 
about the way she looked made him want to fuck her. He knew it was 
partly because of his afternoon with Connie that he was still horny. He 
chuckled to himself. Midge was going to get her share too!

Midge struggled to return to a fully conscious state, but the strength 
of the pills worked against her. She could only reach a kind of limbo 
in between, in which she was aware of what was going on, although it 
was all somewhat distorted; and yet, she could do little to prevent it, 
except to feebly twist and turn herself in an effort to avoid her 
husband's intimate touches.

In her twilight world, she felt her tender vaginal lips being opened 
and invaded once more by several blunt objects ... candles perhaps. No 
... she finally recognized them as someone's large and elongated 
fingers.

"Uuuunnngggg!" she cried out from the depths of her throat. "Nooo ... 
nooooo..."

But Robert had no intention of letting her loose now. His fingers 
worked in the wet elasticity of Midge's defenseless cunt, exploring all 
the hidden folds and recesses as though he had never been there before. 
Midge groaned as she felt the forceful plunder of her pussy continue 
even more vigorously. Fingers moved back and forth, around and 
sideways, up and down within her secret passage.

Robert sat beside her on the bed watching her face as she began to 
react to his searching thrusts. His face was flushed from the liquor he 
had consumed and was beginning to feel a whirling sensation in his 
brain that prevented him from thinking clearly. His features took on an 
evil cast as his lust continued to grow in measure with his enormous 
swelling cock.

"Oh, baby!" he said aloud. "Have I got something for you!"

Midge's eyes were half opened, but Robert was only a blur to her. She 
imagined that it was Dick again and seemed to see his lewd face leering 
at her. It was too much to take ... not again! She tried to scream, but 
the sound she made was only a low moan, although to her distorted mind, 
it seemed that she filled the room with her cry for help.

Robert only mistook the moans as a sign of her arousal and her desire 
for him to continue.

"Yeah ... that feels good, baby... doesn't it?" he whispered, jiggling 
his hand up still further into her warm vaginal canal. He leaned over 
and cupped his mouth over one of her hardened, rubbery nipples. Taking 
the tiny cone between his teeth, he began to flick at it with his 
tongue.

Midge abruptly stopped what she thought was her screaming. It wasn't 
Dick who was doing this to her... she knew that now, but who was it? 
The biting sent tremors of delight through her system. She seemed to 
imagine she was with Robert ... long before any of the problems had 
begun ... long before they were married. They were in love and he was 
kissing her breasts.

She arched herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina sent a 
shock wave of pleasure up into her belly ... a pleasure so great that 
all of her muscles contracted violently.

"Robert!" she cried out, still unaware of the exact circumstances of 
the situation.

Robert thought his fingers might break inside her tightened cunt as 
Midge squeezed her legs together in an effort to increase the 
incredibly wonderful heat in her loins.

"Yeah, baby ... daddy's here ..." Robert replied. He got up on his 
knees on the bed and placed his throbbing cock at the slit of her 
twitching pussy. Midge writhed maniacally beneath him, her large white 
breasts bobbing up and down as she moved. Her hips squirmed from side 
to side and pushed forward to meet him.

He loved her and she loved him. It was all so simple in her drug-
deceived mind.

Robert couldn't hold back anymore. He flung his whole body on top of 
hers, letting his rocklike cock ram into her contracting vagina like a 
piston in a combustion engine. The thick round head burrowed deep into 
the softness of her womb, pushing in ripples the wet walls of flesh 
before it. A searing pain exploded inside of Midge's pussy, bringing 
her to a conscious state with a startling jolt.

She let out a scream of pain and anger. She knew exactly what was 
happening now, and she remembered that she wanted nothing to do with 
her deceiving husband. She didn't want him to touch her after what had 
happened that very afternoon.

"Get away from me! Get away!" she yelled, trying to push him off her 
naked body.

But Robert was like a madman now. His powerful thrust had ignited a 
flame of brutality inside him and he held onto his wife with a fierce 
grip, pounding her with strong and heavy blows. He pushed Midge deep 
into the springy mattress of their bed with each thrust, enjoying the 
feel of her against his chest, ignoring her screams.

What the fuck was she screaming about anyway, he thought. She was 
always begging him for it before. And now, her screams only served to 
make him angrier and he decided he would do whatever he pleased with 
her. The hell with her, he figured ... going to bed without saying a 
word ... without even fixing dinner for him. She needed a good 
straightening out anyway.

Robert felt godlike - taking her this way. He had always been impressed 
with the old Greek myths about the gods coming down to earth and taking 
any mortal woman they fancied.

He knew it was going to be a long time before he came. Sometimes it was 
like that. He was glad, because he wanted this to last as long as 
possible.

"What's the matter?" he yelled above Midge's cries. "Don't you like it? 
I thought you liked it a little rough!"

He panted heavily and suddenly pulled out of her. Midge, terrified, 
tried to scramble away, but he pulled her back on the bed and slapped 
her hard across the face. He had never hit her before and had not even 
known he was going to do it.

She collapsed on the bed sobbing.

And Robert decided to play it straight through like that. He was 
enjoying it immensely. He looked down at his wife as she lay face down 
on the bed crying ... her firm ass juggling up at him in the darkened 
room. His hand went down and his finger probed at the entrance of her 
virgin back passage.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered.

Midge, too frightened to disobey him, spread her legs out so far that 
her toes touched the edge of the bed on both sides. His finger prodded. 
She winced in pain and tried to prepare and suddenly it was inside her. 
She was surprised when it didn't hurt very much at all.

He moved it around in her tight rectum, trying to stretch the rubbery 
muscle further apart. After just a few seconds of this, he dug another 
finger into the tiny hole.

"Aaaarrrgggg ... she cried out, but Robert pinned her down on the bed 
with the palm of his hand on the small of her back and continued his 
attack. She felt like an impaled collector's specimen.

His fingers remained still for a moment, but then once again began 
their probing attack. Midge tried moving in some sort of pattern to 
perhaps alleviate the sharp pain and soon, she began growing accustomed 
to their intrusion. Then somehow, the pain subsided and in its place, 
the subjugation of it all began to give her a dull pleasure in the same 
mysterious way it had this afternoon. She could feel him deliberately 
stretching her tiny, puckered rectum and it hurt a bit every time he 
made a sharp sudden movement. In spite of her growing desire, she 
wanted him to do it to her there and get it over with.

"Take me, Bob," she cried out to him, calling him Bob for the first 
time in years. "Take me now."

As he pulled his fingers out, the rubbery muscle clung to them, 
reluctant to release them from its grip. They came out with a loud, 
lewd sucking noise.

She felt his hot body come down on hers and stretch out along its 
length. She shivered with anticipation, but he lifted himself back up 
from her and kneeled between her wide-stretched legs.

"Kneel up!" he commanded.

She followed his instructions immediately, presenting him with the 
stretched moons of her buttocks, bending away before him, resting her 
hot, flushed face on the pillow.

"Tickle my balls!" he ordered.

Midge reached submissively behind herself and gently stroked at the 
hairy testicles dangling down between her thighs. She touched them 
gingerly, as if they were delicate eggs that might somehow be broken.

"Now put it in!"

Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls and grasped 
his huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through 
her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and realized for the first 
time how big her husband really was. But, she clenched her eyes tightly 
shut and masochistically placed the tip of it against the tight 
hairless opening.

Robert leaned back so he could watch his cock enter into her asshole. 
He watched as it began probing and working against her anus, the 
muscles of his stomach standing out. As it wormed its way into her, it 
looked like a giant battering ram trying to force its way in. And 
suddenly, the straining nether ring gave way and the swollen tip of his 
cock popped inside with a sudden rush. Midge hopelessly tried to pull 
away, but he held her tight.

"AAaaarrrggg!" she screamed in pain, her face contorted tightly from 
the first ravishment of her tight defenseless asshole. It was like 
having a log rammed into her back there and her mouth dropped in 
helpless torment.

Above her, Robert, crooning with delight, pushed his way in until the 
flat hard surface of his stomach slapped against the protruding cheeks 
of her upraised buttocks.

"OH! OOOHH OOOOHHHH!" she gasped as he pushed further and further into 
her.

Gasping for air, Robert began sawing rhythmically and without the 
slightest mercy, deep up into the soft confines of her back passage. 
Gradually, her pain eased a little, though it was still a mixture of 
perverted pleasure and humiliation at the same time. She began to move 
backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins and began undulating 
her body, moving her buttocks in tiny sensuous circles.

Kneeling above her, Robert watched the reddish skin of the little round 
hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to 
come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost 
unbearable, but now it was exhilarating. He watched as his white penis 
disappeared right up into her ass with every stroke. It went right in 
so that not half an inch of it showed, the straining cock reaching far 
up into her shaking belly.

His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every 
time he surged into her. And she herself was moaning and adding to his 
pleasure by the movement of her bottom.

She was really his, now. A slave submitting to his pleasure. He could 
do anything he liked with her ... and now, he did. Digging his giant 
cock into her ass and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while 
he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her channel 
like a probing snake. He slipped it back out until just the head 
remained buried in her and then plunged it right in again in one long 
slow stroke. His prick tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could cum 
anytime now, but he wanted it to last just a while longer before he 
felt the rush of sperm emptying deep into her quivering little ass.

He began to rub rapidly in her, hard and fast, battering her shaking 
buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his hands, 
digging his fingers into her flesh. His breath whirled in and out of 
his open mouth in broken gasps. He pulled her cheeks further apart with 
his hands, his fingers scratching at the soft skin.

"Oh, God!" she cried out as his straining cock pushed the last fraction 
of an inch of its long shaft in so that the swollen head pressed hard 
against her insides.

He touched her anus with his fingers, feeling the heat of friction 
where his cock slipped in. Midge mumbled incoherently, her head 
flailing from side to side on the pillow. He pulled her back onto his 
rod like fitting a boot, his prick swollen beyond anything he had ever 
experienced before.

"Ohhh, baby ... ohhh, baby ... daddy's cumming ... daddy's cumming ... 
screw back ... FUCK BACK!" he gasped as he gave one last spine-chilling 
ramrod thrust and shattered his sperm in wave after wave far, far into 
the depths of her wildly clenching behind. It seemed as if his balls 
had never been so emptied before. He groaned and almost cried out in 
delight as Midge collapsed on the bed in front of him and his still 
stiff prick slipped out lewdly with a wet popping noise, the last few 
beads of cum dropping obscenely from the tip of his prick onto her 
sweating back.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he crooned down at her unconscious form. "Let's do 
this more often! Let's do this more often!"



Chapter 8


Rain streaked down the large picture window in the living room as Midge 
sat having her morning coffee. The wet, humid day seemed to fit her 
mood to the letter. She couldn't remember ever being so low in her 
life. She had to do something ... something drastic to alter the 
situation she now found herself in. But what? It seemed no matter what 
approach she might take, she and her marriage were the losers. But she 
had to take some chance. There was no easy way out ... it was obvious 
that the situation wasn't just going to disappear by itself.

An idea entered her head, but she dismissed it immediately. It wouldn't 
work. But search as she could for an answer, she kept coming back to 
the same thing. Maybe it might work ... it was a long shot, but what 
else had she? She walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, 
lighting a cigarette from the box on the coffee table. Her hand reached 
out for the telephone and she let it rest there for a long time before 
she gathered the nerve to pick up the receiver. Her finger slowly 
turned the dial, each number taking as long as possible as she mentally 
rehearsed what she was going to say.

"Kelly Household Products," the mechanical operator's voice on the 
other end of the line came in. "Good morning."

Midge hesitated for a few brief moments, trying to find her voice.

"May ... may I talk to Mr. Kelly, please?" she asked timidly.

"Just a moment. I'll connect you with his office."

The few seconds that passed seemed to last for hours. Midge almost 
decided to hang up the receiver when a new voice jumped on the line.

"Mr. Kelly's office. This is Miss Franks."

"Yes. I'd like to speak to Mr. Kelly," Midge started to say.

"I'm sorry," the efficient voice came back at her. "Mr. Kelly won't be 
in today. May I take a message?"

Midge was lost. She hadn't thought about anything going wrong with her 
plan.

"Uh ... no ... no message. I'll call tomorrow." And she hung up 
abruptly.

"Shit!" she said out loud, surprising herself with her profanity, 
furious with herself. She hadn't counted on anything like this. She 
couldn't call him at his house. Now she would have to wait until 
tomorrow and she knew that by that time she would have lost all her 
courage and sure to have backed down.

Riiiinng! The telephone shattered her thinking.

Midge reached out for the receiver and tentatively picked it up.

"Hello," she said softly.

"Well, hello, Midge. How nice to hear your voice again." It was Dick 
Kelly. "I trust you slept well last night and are feeling fine this 
morning?" he asked smoothly.

"Yes, very well, thank you," Midge answered, her voice picking up. "How 
kind of you to call and find out."

"Well, I also called to see if perhaps you might like to have lunch 
with me again, today," he suggested suggestively.

"I have an even better idea," Midge answered, now completely sure of 
herself. "Why don't you stop by here this evening for dinner?"

"Oh?" said Dick warily. "Is my wife invited too?"

Midge didn't hesitate for a second.

"I don't think so ... I mean, after all, my husband isn't invited."

"And where will he be?" Dick asked.

"Working late on some sketches with another client. On nights like 
these, he doesn't get home until at least midnight. Shall we say about 
seven?"

"Seven will be just fine. Until then," and Midge heard the line go 
dead.

Well, she had done it. And, suddenly, every doubt came rushing back at 
her, flooding her mind with all the reasons why this idea could not 
possibly work. But she fought them off - it had to work! Robert would 
indeed be home that evening. She remembered his words exactly.

"I'll be home at eight o'clock. You better have my dinner ready from 
now on. I want the respect I'm entitled to around here!" he had shouted 
at her as he was going out the front door.

Now, all depended on his reaction. Her desperate hope was that he would 
be so enraged at seeing another man with his wife, that beyond his 
anger he would realize that he was doing the same thing and that it 
just didn't work. That indeed, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap ..." And 
she looked forward to the moment when she saw his face, just punishment 
for what she had been put through the last few days.

*   *   *

A quarter to seven.

Midge paced back and forth across the living room, waiting. Each time 
she passed the large mirror behind the buffet table, she stopped 
briefly to look at herself. Her fingers adjusted a nonexistent flaw in 
her hair - or rearranged the sheer peignoir she had finally decided on 
after more than an hour's deliberation.

God ... won't seven o'clock ever get here? she thought as she paced, 
nervously smoking cigarette after cigarette.

And then it was seven ... seven-o-five ... seven-ten.

When the doorbell finally rang, Midge walked slowly toward the foyer, 
trying to make it seem as casual as possible ... that she was used to 
such things happening. When she opened the door, Dick walked right by 
her into the living room without waiting for her to invite him in.

"Nice little house you have here," he said without much feeling, taking 
off his coat and throwing it on a chair and settling on the sofa.

Midge closed the door and followed him into the room.

"Well, it's nothing compared to yours, but we..." she started to say, 
but stopped herself. "Would you like a drink?" she offered, changing 
the subject.

"A lot of Scotch in a big glass," he answered, just as happy not to 
have to go through all the bullshit conversation.

Midge walked to the small bar at the other end of the room, her firm, 
young figure swaying suggestively beneath the sheer material of her 
gown. But as she poured the drinks, her shaking hands revealed her 
inner tensions. Dick watched her little performance smiling to himself, 
but said nothing. He knew when to keep quiet.

"Thank you," he said as she offered the full glass to him. "Here's to 
us!"

*   *   *

Midge let the sheer peignoir drop from her shoulders to the bedroom 
floor, exposing her voluptuous body to Dick's lustful gaze. His hands 
ripped at his own clothing, pulling his shirt, then his pants off as 
quickly as possible. As he pushed his shorts down over his legs, his 
now fully erect cock bobbed up from them, pointing straight out at 
Midge as if it were a cannon ready to fire a barrage of ammunition at 
her. And indeed, he was ready to fill her cunt with the hot fire 
building up inside him. He walked slowly over to her, and grabbing her 
by the shoulders, lowered her to the bed directly behind her.

Nervous perspiration popped out all over Midge's body. She had timed 
their actions perfectly. It was almost eight o'clock and any minute 
now, Robert would come walking in the front door, finding Dick and her 
in this adulterous situation. That would fix both of them.

Dick pulled her up on the bed until just her legs were dangling over 
the end, the back of her thighs resting at the edge of the bed. He 
pushed his hands between her thighs and forced them open wide until the 
lips of her cunt parted, revealing its soft folds of skin to his 
awaiting mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbing 
her buttocks, thrust his face deep into her warm, waiting vaginal lips.

"Oooouuu..." Midge cooed as she felt the first contact of Dick's hot, 
wet mouth against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy. She wanted to 
remain cool and detached from his lovemaking, but just this first 
contact seemed to throw a switch that sent the fires of lust and 
passion swirling throughout her waiting body.

And as Dick's mouth began its exploration of her cunt, she completely 
forgot the reason she had invited him and became lost in her own sexual 
desire. It had been months since anyone had really treated her like a 
woman the way Dick did, and she was unable to pretend any differently. 
Although she hated this man with every fibre of her body, at that very 
moment, she wanted him inside her, plummeting into her until at last 
she would reach that delicious moment ... feeling his hot cum spurting 
into her, mixing with her own juices in one great, satisfying orgasm.

She pulled him up from between her legs until his body rested on hers, 
his cock hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hairlined 
slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off 
the bed with a stretch of her back and reaching up under her buttocks, 
pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock smooth, moist 
contact with the wet, throbbing slit. She relaxed, dropping her body 
back to the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.

"Oh, God you feel good," Dick grunted, his mouth gnawing at the flesh 
of her neck and shoulders.

"... soooo goood ..."

Midge's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their 
path. Dick's hands pushed further down beneath her, cupping the 
fullness of her firm, rounded buttocks in the palms of his hands and 
pulled the wetness of her open crotch up even tighter against his. He 
moved up and down slowly, insinuating the hardness of his full hardened 
length of flesh up and down the widespread slit, feeling it grow wetter 
and wetter with each second.

Her ass began a thrusting rotation up against his thighs until suddenly 
her legs kicked out and locked around the back of his, pulling him 
still closer to her.

"I'm going to fuck you ... NOW!" Dick growled, his body grinding into 
hers.

He started to move, but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between 
their pressed bodies and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it 
between the soft, fleece-lined lips of her hot, palpitating pussy. Dick 
groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, 
parting the soft silky hair of her cunt again with the pulsating blood-
filled head.

Not being able to hold back another second, he flicked his hips forward 
and with a harsh thrust drove his cock crashing into the gaping hot 
mouth of her widely contracted vaginal hole. His long thick tool raced 
up her cunt like a freight train to the full depths of her belly, warm 
and tight at first, and then easier as the wetness of the passage 
surrounded him, lubricating the way. And then he hit bottom, his balls 
slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her ass.

"Aaaahhgg..." Midge screamed at the unexpected pain and twisted to 
escape slightly. But he thrust into her even harder, screwing his 
pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her.

Dick smiled and looked down at her trapped body. She was skewered good 
and he lay still on top of her in a moment of triumph. He enjoyed 
hurting her in this way, knowing that she was unable to hurt him back. 
He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's 
reluctant wife impaled beneath him and flicked the head again, bringing 
another moan from between her tightly clenched teeth. He ground his 
pelvis into the smooth flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back 
under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches 
off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts.

She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing 
her legs around his hips as he worked up and down in a chanting rhythm 
of intercourse as old as man's world. Her mouth gaped open wide, her 
head flailing from side to side on the mattress, lost in the wild 
abandon of the delicious fuck he was giving her.

Dick reached under her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into 
the wetness of her cunt and stretched the crevice of her ass wide, 
searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.

When he found it, a small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the 
widespread crevice from where he could feel his hard rod of flesh 
sawing into her. It moistened the tight puckered little hole, 
lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with 
the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and 
then suddenly the tight elastic ring gave way completely and his finger 
slid up to the first knuckle.

"Aarrrggg!" she screamed, almost crawling on her back across the bed to 
escape the first unexpected pain.

But Dick pushed again, until the finger was in to the second knuckle, 
and in spite of the pain he knew he was causing her, he felt her 
suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was 
sunk all the way in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, 
rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel 
through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the 
underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and began skewering her 
between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned under 
him, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access 
to the ravishing of her loins.

Dick could both sense and feel his cock growing inside her until he 
felt as though it might burst from the exquisite pleasure building up 
in his balls as they slapped against her upturned ass. Knowing that she 
could soon cum, he began ramming into her with long hard strokes in 
time with his finger digging into her asshole to excite her more. He 
knew she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her 
thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard 
thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep 
within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was 
near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his might.

"Ohhhh ... yes ... fuck me good ... fuck me ... yes ... yeeeessss ..." 
Midge mumbled incoherently beneath him, wallowing in the obscene sound 
of the words coming out of her mouth.

She jack-knifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into 
her breasts and offering him the full opening of her upraised crotch. 
Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and 
straining for the final explosion so near. She mumbled on and on until 
the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible 
syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her 
thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was 
pressed up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked 
over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild 
uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, 
unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.

Midge screamed suddenly, a low animal sound as she screwed her wildly 
clenching pussy hard up on his thrusting cock and locked herself to him 
with all the strength of the thighs while her loins jerked 
spasmodically against his belly. She held her breath for a moment and 
then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body 
collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still, except for the 
uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his 
tortured prick. He pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing 
her to rest for the moment.

"Mmmmm ..." she cooed. "That was wonderful ..."

"You're not finished yet," Dick answered, pulling back and sliding his 
hardness wetly out of the warm softness of her pussy. As he rolled from 
the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her 
orgasm followed his cock across her thigh. He lay with his rigidity 
pointed straight up at the ceiling and reached out for her, pulling her 
on top of him, forcing her down on the bed until her face lay directly 
over his cannon-like prick.

She reached up with her hand and began to stroke him, sliding the loose 
flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused his ache to 
increase beyond endurance. She rose to her knees and hovered over him 
on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head 
of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it 
between the flat of both palms in a teasing up-and-down motion that 
caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.

"Suck it, baby!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"

Midge had completely forgotten about Robert now. All she cared about 
was seeing that Dick got what he wanted. Never had she been so 
satisfied before ... and now, she wanted to have his cock in her mouth, 
swallowing him, filling her belly with his cum.

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her 
tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of 
the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden 
unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, 
bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her mouth all the way down 
and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in a moist, warm pressure. 
Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, 
wrapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

Dick lifted his head from the bed and looked down at Midge's bobbing 
head. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her 
ovalled lips increased the sensations a thousand times. It was still 
wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet 
tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft, moistened 
lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with 
one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and 
forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down.

He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it 
at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the 
tiny opening of the gland on the end. He raised his buttocks, his head 
still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. 
The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her 
face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of 
sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked 
over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened 
until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his 
back up off the bed, pushing even further between her lips.

Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily 
to his thrusting cock.

Dick groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, 
holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. 
His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the 
hot jets of his cum deep into her mouth.

Midge groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in 
rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the 
warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic 
ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and 
around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, and his groans of 
pleasure incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an 
eternity and she thought it would never end until finally the hands 
clamped at the sides of her face fell away and the giant throbbing cock 
gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped.

She had sucked him dry.

And as his now limp cock slipped obscenely from her mouth, reality 
began to slowly creep back into Midge's mind. She realized for the 
first time that she had completely given herself to this man just as he 
had wanted her to and gotten lost in it again.

But why wasn't Robert home, she thought. Something had gone wrong with 
her plan. She got up from bed and wrapped the dropped peignoir around 
her shoulders and started out of the room.

"Going somewhere?" Dick asked.

"I ... I want to check ..." she started to answer.

"If you're worried about your husband, don't be. He won't be home for 
some time now. I made sure of that."

"I don't understand," Midge said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when you invited me here this morning, I made sure we wouldn't 
be interrupted."

"How did you make sure?" Midge insisted, tired of beating around the 
bush.

"Simple. Since you were kind enough to invite me over here for a good 
fucking session, I had my wife invite Robert over to our house. So you 
see, everyone's having a good evening!"

Midge was silent for a brief second and then the room was filled with 
the sound of her laughter.

"Oh, this is too much!" she shrieked, doubling over with laughter. "Too 
much!"

And Dick, mistaking her laughter for happiness, got off the bed and 
walked over to where she stood, and parting the sheer material of her 
gown, thrust several fingers up between her still moistened thighs.

"Come on, baby ..." he whispered seductively. "We're just getting 
started."

How many times and how many ways he fucked her that night Midge 
couldn't later remember, but what the hell, she had asked for it. She 
had really asked for it!



Chapter 9


Midge turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the white 
terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall shower. And 
grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked up the ringing 
telephone.

"Hello, " she said, holding the telephone receiver between her shoulder 
and chin, wrapping the towel turban-style around her hair.

"Listen, Midge," Robert's voice came back at her. "Don't bother about 
dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner jacket and wear 
something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be ready, okay?"

Midge felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been missing for 
some time.

"Of course, Bob," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get home. But 
where are we going ... and what's the occasion?" she asked, not really 
caring, just pleased that she and Robert would go out together again.

"The occasion is my probably landing the biggest account of my career. 
We're having dinner with Dick Kelly and his wife," the information 
landed on her disappointed ears.

"Oh, Robert," she lied to him. "I don't know if I can. I don't feel 
very well and ..."

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you," he interrupted her. "But 
you're going tonight whether you like it or not. I'm not letting you 
louse up my chances for this promotion. Now you be ready at seven!" and 
he hung up.

Midge put the receiver back on the phone and walked into the bedroom. 
Oh God, she thought. She wasn't going to be able to go through with it. 
The thought of having to face Dick Kelly and his wife again after all 
they had put her through made her tremble. She was sure Robert would be 
able to sense something was wrong and that the evening would be a 
disaster, but when Robert came home at seven, she was ready to go.

*   *   *

As they rode along in the car, neither of them said a word to each 
other. Midge looked for some sign that Robert might know what she had 
been doing with Dick Kelly, his client, and that she knew about him and 
Connie, but there was nothing there to indicate such knowledge. But 
still, she was worried. She was sure the evening could lead to no good. 
After Robert had called her that morning, she had hoped there would be 
other couples at the dinner, perhaps Deedie and Ron, but when she asked 
Robert before they left the house together, he told her that it would 
just be the four of them. And those were the last words either of them 
had exchanged so far.

Midge tried to think of something else, but her mind kept coming back 
to the same thing. She pulled a compact out of her purse and examined 
herself in the tiny mirror. The low cut gown she had put on revealed a 
great deal of her well-formed cleavage. She had originally had on a 
much less revealing dress, but Robert said it made her look matronly 
and had her change to the yellow silk she was now wearing. She wished 
there was something, some way she could cover herself up, knowing that 
Dick was sure to make some sort of comment about her neckline, but 
Robert had even refused to let her bring her knitted shawl with her.

"What the hell do you want to wear that for?" he had asked. "It makes 
you look like an old lady!"

As Robert pulled the Pontiac into the Kelly's driveway, he turned to 
Midge and gave her a long hard stare. Midge sat looking straight ahead, 
afraid of what he was thinking. It seemed that paranoia was the word of 
the day now. Every look, every strange expression was a threat to her 
existence as his wife. She knew it couldn't continue much longer. Soon, 
it would all have to come to a head.

"When we get inside," he started, "you just play the perfect wife. I'll 
take care of everything else, understand?"

"Yes, Robert," she answered as the butler came out of the house to help 
her out of the car.

"Good evening, madam," he said as he opened the door and gave Midge his 
hand. As she bent forward to get out of the car, she caught a quick 
glance of the butler looking straight down her dress.

My God, she thought. Is that all anyone thinks about in this house?

Robert came around the car, and taking Midge's arm led her up to the 
front door where Dick Kelly stood waiting for them.

"Well, good to see you two again. Come on in, Bob," he said, stepping 
out of the way to let them pass. And as Midge passed by him, his hand 
touched and caressed over the firm cheeks of her buttocks for the 
briefest second. Robert didn't take notice at Midge's slight jump as he 
was too busy taking in the view across the room.

There stood Connie wearing a skin-tight gold lame jumpsuit. The 
neckline cut from the shoulders to the navel in a huge revealing vee so 
that the edge of the metallic material covered only one half of each 
firm round breast. The pants left nothing to the imagination as they 
clung so tightly to her full blown figure that even from across the 
room, Robert was able to make out the outline of her crotch pushing 
against the yellow cloth and wryly thought, A prize worth having ... a 
real golden sheathed cunt!

When Midge saw her, she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle 
the gasp coming out. She had never seen anything like it before. The 
closest thing she had ever seen to match was a dancer's costume at a 
nightclub in Paris when she and Robert were on their honeymoon.

"Good evening," Connie said softly from her pose against the fireplace. 
"Welcome back!" Midge caught the look that went back and forth between 
Connie and Robert and stood furious as Robert walked away from her and 
made a beeline for Connie. Dick walked up behind Midge and 
possessively, as though he now owned her, ran his hand up the back of 
her thighs to the crack in her buttocks. Midge spun around to face him, 
wanting to slap him hard across the face but realized she couldn't.

"May I get you a drink?" he offered.

As Dick went to the bar to fix the drinks, Midge sat watching Robert 
make a fool of himself over Connie. She couldn't believe it. Connie was 
certainly a good-looking woman half her age, but other than that she 
was so cheap, so tawdry about her appearance ... the sort of woman a 
man like Dick falls for ... yes, they were a perfect couple, she 
thought.

Dinner was a huge success for everyone but Midge. Robert spent the 
entire evening fawning over Connie, amusing her with stories about his 
college days, and about some of his other accounts while Midge spent 
most of her time picking at the food and trying to escape Dick's 
searching hands under the table. By the time the meal was over, Midge 
was exhausted and ready to leave, but she knew that Dick and Robert 
still had to talk business and she would probably be left alone with 
Connie. Just the thought of it turned her stomach.

"Well," Dick said, patting his full stomach. "Why don't we have our 
coffee and brandy in the living room." He rose from the table and 
pulled Midge's chair out for her, taking her by the arm and leading her 
into the other room while Robert took Connie's arm and followed them 
in.

"If you will excuse me," Midge said, "I'd like to use the powder room 
to freshen up a bit." And with that, she turned and went up the stairs 
to the second floor leaving Robert with Dick and Connie.

As soon as Midge was out of the room, Connie guided Robert to the huge 
over-sized white sofa and sat down next to him. Her arms slipped around 
his shoulders and her mouth covered his, her tongue slipping from 
between her lips and digging into his mouth.

Robert pulled back, nervously glancing at Dick who stood just a few 
feet away from where they sat.

"Connie..." he said in mock-shocked tones. "I ... I don't understand 
... your husband ..."

Dick roared with laughter at Robert's performance.

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled. "I've known about you two since 
the first time you came here! No reason for you to stop now!"

"What?" Robert asked incredulously. "You mean you've known all along 
what we've been doing? And don't you care?"

"Why should he care?" Connie jumped into the conversation. "I mean, 
after all, he's been getting his from Midge. So why shouldn't I have my 
fun too?"

Robert sat shocked.

"What do you mean he's been getting his from Midge? Getting what? 
What?" he yelled, shaking Connie by the shoulders. "Getting what?"

"Hey, take it easy!" Connie said, trying to calm him down. "'Getting 
his' means he's been getting laid at your house while you've been 
getting laid over here. Does that make it clear for you?"

"What is this. Some kind of put-on?" Robert asked. "Look, I know my 
wife and she just isn't the type ... to do that sort of thing."

"Listen, Robert," Connie went on. "I've got a little story to tell you. 
Do you remember the day we made love together at Dick's suite at the 
hotel? Well, after you left Dick came out of the bedroom where he had 
been all along. And right behind him was your sweet little innocent 
wife. Don't interrupt me! You wife and my husband had been using the 
room before we came in. That's right, little man. Midge and Dick had 
been fucking each other silly that afternoon. And she sure as hell 
liked it from the look on her face, when she came out of the bedroom. 
And do you know what?" she continued, letting her hands fall on 
Robert's body, caressing him softly as she spoke. "Your little wife not 
only likes other men, but she's not at all put off by a good-looking 
woman, either. Since she was already warmed up by Dick's good hard dick 
and her cunt was well-lubricated, I had no trouble getting several 
fingers up inside her and boy, does she know how to respond. Now don't 
get me wrong, I'm no lesbian, but I enjoy a little change every now and 
then and your little wife is about the best change I've had in a long 
time. She not only enjoyed me, but she held my face prisoner in her 
stretched pussy for so long I thought I might not ever see the outside 
world again! And when I finished with her and Dick had his cock back up 
inside her, fucking her for all she was worth, I lowered my snatch on 
her face and she ate me like she hadn't had a meal for weeks. I haven't 
had such a good sucking out since my honeymoon!" She turned to Dick. 
"No offense, dear, but let's face it. You have been a little slack in 
that department. And so, since that day, little Midge has been hopping 
on Dick's stick every chance she got. Why do you think I called you 
over here the other day? Because Midge had invited Dick to your house 
and we wanted to make sure that their fucking wasn't interrupted. And 
now, we think it's foolish for us to be wasting what should be a very 
interesting evening just to save a little pride. Don't you think so?"

Robert sat staring at Connie, his mouth hanging wide open. He couldn't 
believe his ears or what they had just heard.

"This is fantastic! You made all that up, didn't you?"

"No Robert," Connie said sternly. "I don't have to make up anything 
when the truth is much more interesting."

"Yes, Robert," Dick interrupted. "Now that you're going to be handling 
my account, I do think everything should be above the table, that is, 
at least the conversations should be," he quipped, laughing at his own 
joke. "But, just to make sure you believe us, you might be interested 
in my knowing about this little mole on the inside of her thigh, that 
Midge has. Just about half an inch from her left cunt lip, if you'll 
pardon my medical terminology. And lovely cunt lips they are, too, I 
might add."

But all Robert had heard was that the Kelly account was his. He had 
what he wanted. If it meant a little work for Midge too, that was what 
a wife was for.

By this time, Connie's hands were resting on top of the now growing 
bulge in Robert's pants. She kneaded into the material softly, waiting 
for him to respond. And in just another second, it dawned on him that 
what these two wanted was what he had better give them. He turned to 
Connie and taking her face in his hands forced his tongue deep into the 
entrance of her throat. Her hands worked furiously at his groin, 
pulling down his zipper and freeing his growing cock from the confines 
of his boxer shorts. His stiff member popped up out of his material and 
her soft fingers slipped the foreskin back over the head exposing the 
sensitive red tip to the warm air in the room.

Robert lifted his head from Connie's and got up from the sofa and stood 
directly in front of her. Her hand still clutched at his now fully 
erect prick and he guided the tip of it up against her parted lips.

"Okay, baby," he said lewdly. "Suck it!" And with that, he grabbed the 
back of her head and rammed the full length of his cock deep into the 
warm, wet cavern of her awaiting mouth. As Connie sucked voraciously on 
his cock Robert busied himself, removing his jacket and shirt, undoing 
his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. He kicked off his 
patent leather pumps and stepped out of the crumpled pants, pushing 
them out of the way with his foot. He stood there, an obscene 
spectacle; his huge-veined prick sticking out of his underwear and 
disappearing into Connie's grasping mouth. He bent down over her head 
and undid the zipper at the back of her jumpsuit, pulling it down to 
her waist.

"Come on," he said, panting for more. "Let's get you out of that thing 
so my cock can get where it belongs!"

He pulled back out of her mouth, his stiff cock bobbing in the air, and 
pulled her to her feet. Her clothes were off in a matter of a second, 
and she stood there wearing only a pair of brief black silk panties 
that had no crotch. Her soft, hair-lined pussy was exposed, surrounded 
by soft black lace. He pushed her down to the floor and without wasting 
any time, jumped on top of her. His massive prick touched the pink lips 
of her cunt and he could feel the burning fire that was torturing her 
insides. "Ooooohhh..." she moaned softly as the smooth rubbery head 
touched the waiting opening.

He paused for a second, gently rocking back and forth on top of her, 
teasing the quivering opening and then suddenly thrust his rigid tool 
deep into the burning cavern between her open thighs.

"Ah ... aaaahhh ... aaahhhhh!!!!" she crooned as he filled her with his 
throbbing prick.

Just a few feet away, Dick stood watching their performance, his prick 
already out of his pants, his hand working furiously back and forth as 
it grew harder and harder every second. He would soon be getting his, 
he knew, and he wanted to be ready when the little bitch came back into 
the room. Soon, his cock was fully grown, his hand just barely able to 
surround it, and he pulled the foreskin back and forth as small pearls 
of moisture appeared at the tip.

Robert's mouth spread to a wide ecstatic grin as the wet slippery walls 
of Connie's cunt enfolded his throbbing cock, sucking at it with the 
clenching muscles of desire. He sighed, his mouth wide open as he slid 
deeper and deeper into her fiery passage until he completely filled 
her. He could feel her whole body twitching underneath him as he began 
to stroke rhythmically, feeling the hard contact of her pelvis smacking 
into his as he drove his prick in and out.

Connie moved in perfect time with him, pushing and dropping her hips as 
his light groans of ecstatic pleasure spurred her to higher and higher 
heights of passion.

As Midge was coming down the stairs, she thought she heard rather 
strange sounds coming from the living room but didn't think too much 
about it. All she wanted to do was get out of this place as soon as 
possible. But she was in for a big surprise. As she walked through the 
entrance to the room. There on the floor were Connie and Robert fucking 
furiously as if there were no one around. But just beside them stood 
Dick, furiously pulling at his huge erection, a contorted look of 
crazed desire on his face.

"Oh, God," Midge hissed as the spectacle hit her square in the face. 
"Oh, my God!" But before she could do anything, Dick was standing in 
front of her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the room.

She was unable to protest and make any move to stop him. She allowed 
herself to be led like a child and when he started to undress her, she 
made no move to stop him. Her clothes were off in a matter of moments, 
but she did not care anymore. The sudden shock had killed all but the 
tiny quiver that suddenly rippled between her legs. She could not take 
her eyes off the two bodies coupled on the floor, fucking furiously at 
each other. Suddenly, Dick stood in front of her, his huge erection 
pointing straight at her like some menacing tool of torture and her 
eyes glazed over smokily as the lewd sensation of desire shot through 
her like a thunderbolt.

He led her further into the room until they stood directly in front of 
Robert and Connie. Robert looked up, and never stopping his relentless 
stroking into Connie, said, "Show the man a good time, Midge. But then 
I guess you're used to that, already!" And he returned his attention to 
Connie.

Dick lowered Midge to the floor spreading her legs and crouching 
between them. She felt the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing 
against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. She 
watched as he slowly lowered his head.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned as his moist lips closed over the soft mound at 
the base of her belly. His face disappeared as he placed wet tickling 
kisses on the still tightly closed aperture of her vagina, his tongue 
flicking hungrily at the sudden quivering opening. Her head rolled from 
side to side on the floor as his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft 
lips sucked at the warm tender folds. She groaned from deep in her 
throat as the hot probing tip worked its way around the elastic rimmed 
opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of the 
involuntarily flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to wetly 
caress the tight throbbing little rectum nestled tantalizingly between 
the firm full moons.

Dick worked at her, knowing that soon she would drop her prim exterior 
and be bucking and jerking for more under him. And then he would have 
her where he wanted her once more. She would be begging for him to do 
the most obscene things to her. He smiled to himself as he felt her 
hands reach uncontrollably down, guiding his face back up to the 
palpitating opening of her cunt.

So soon? he thought to himself as he lifted his face up to her slowly 
gyrating pussy. Must be getting better than I thought!

He let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over the 
tight little hole in her squirming crotch. As his lips rounded and 
covered the clasping opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, 
bringing a low guttural groan from her while soft inner thighs closed 
convulsively around his head.

A few feet away, Connie gasped as she drove herself toward a frenzy of 
sexual desire, using every straining muscle in her tortured body to 
meet the demands of Robert's hardened cock as it drove in and out of 
her aching cunt. She dug her fingernails into his back, drawing a small 
trickle of blood as she tried to pull him deeper into the already 
widely stretched cavern that ached with a crazed desire for more and 
more of this man who had suddenly become her life.

And Robert wanted to hear her beg. He suddenly drove his massive cock 
deeper into her, using his buttocks as a piledriver. His huge prick was 
a weapon and he could punish her with it.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped out. "More ... give me more ... more!"

Robert pushed even deeper, feeling the smooth leathery tip of his cock 
pushing up tight against her cervix. He moved to reposition, using his 
hands to lift the quivering flesh of her smooth round buttocks, and she 
responded by wrapping her legs around his back and locking her ankles 
tight together to hold him in her. As he drove into her, his fingers 
spread the clenching flesh of her quivering white bottom, stretching 
the tight brown ring of her tiny twitching anus.

"Aaaahhhh!" she groaned out. "More ... give me more!"

Connie moaned as he moistened his finger with the lubricating juices 
spilling out of her cunt and slid it along the sensitive flesh between 
her pussy and asshole. He probed at the elastic opening, making her cry 
out at the strange, obscene sensation. Suddenly, he slid the finger all 
the way into her tightly resistant rectum and she cried out, half in 
pain, half in pleasure. He knew she was no virgin there like Midge, his 
wife, had been, and angrily rotated his finger back and forth, scraping 
her for having done it before.

By this time Dick had grown tired of sucking at Midge's cunt. He wanted 
to mount her, to drive his rock-hard cock deep into her womb until he 
filled her entire being with his masculinity. He pulled himself up on 
top of her, the huge head of his prick pressed tightly against her now 
well-moistened opening. Midge felt the lips around her throbbing vagina 
open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way 
before the hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically 
resisted for a moment, emitting a long, low groan from deep within her 
throat.

Dick shoved again and forced his way in a fraction of an inch. And then 
he wanted to hear her scream out for mercy. He rammed forward with 
everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the 
hilt. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her anus that 
screwed itself into the rug, vainly attempting to escape the cruel 
sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of them.

"Nooooo! Nooooo!" she screamed, impaled helplessly beneath him. With 
each jerk, the huge head seemed to burrow deeper into her. His 
outstretched arms pinned her shoulders to the floor, his widespread 
knees held her thighs split far apart. The plunging rod felt as though 
it was coming out her throat as his blood-filled head pressed hard into 
her.

"That's it, Dick" Robert yelled across the room at him. "Give it to her 
good, she's been a little uppity lately anyway. Let's teach the little 
ladies who's boss in our families!"

Dick waited a moment and then thrust into her once more.

"Ooohhhh ..." as the buried cock expanded once more, stretching the 
narrow passage walls farther apart. Dick watched her nostrils flaring 
in time to his plunges. Soft mewing sounds of pleasure came from her 
open mouth in time to his ministrations.

"Ooooohhhh ... yes ... yes..." she sighed, as her wet clasping cunt 
began a soft opening and closing, clenching motion around his pulsating 
member.

Dick began slow rhythmic throbs into the writhing girl beneath him. He 
could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure sounded through 
the room. Her head rolled from side to side as her hips began a slow 
involuntary roll beneath his impaling rod.

Midge's body started to come alive again. The pain diminished and in 
its place was a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her 
womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. 
She rotated her hips from side to side around the pole-like prick. It 
felt as though it had a heart imbedded in the palpitating head whose 
heat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She 
was one with it. She and Dick were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged 
together in uncontrollable lust.

Dick could hardly contain himself as he felt her pelvis screwing up 
against the length of his rock-hard penis. Tiny contracting muscles 
inside her cunt nibbled hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips 
between her hairlined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding 
moistly down the rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back 
up, buffering her soft pubic fleece tightly up against his pubic hair, 
embedding the full length of him deep into her warm white belly. He 
stayed perfectly still, letting her quivering body pump up and down on 
his rigid piston.

And then without warning, Dick seemed to go berserk. He reached back, 
grabbed her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders 
until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath 
him. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her head, the widespread 
slit between her legs completely open to his desire. He began long hard 
strokes into the streaming passage that was now wet and slippery, 
withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside the hot clammy 
opening and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls 
were screwed tightly against the wide split crack of her buttocks.

Midge groaned helplessly as her exposed cunt was plundered again almost 
beyond endurance. He was driving her mercilessly down against the floor 
with each jackhammer thrust and she couldn't fight from her hopeless 
position. She could feel the giant head sliding up and down and the hot 
slap of his soft hair-covered balls against her anus as he jerked 
forward on the down stroke.

The hard wood floor beneath the rug under them creaked loudly in time 
to the two groups of tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against 
each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the 
room mixing with those coming from Robert and Connie who by now had 
moved several feet closer in the throes of their crazed sexual 
encounters.

Midge's hands reached up from under her legs and clawed a red streak 
down Dick's desperately pumping behind and she pulled him deep and 
thrust her groin up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the driving 
hot flesh of his pumping cock.

"You hot little bitch!" Dick whispered hoarsely down at her writhing 
body. "Hot little bitch!" He ceaselessly rammed himself into her with 
long cruel jabs. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his 
heated balls as they beat hard against her upturned ass. He was ready 
to explode.

Connie could hardly stand the dual fucking she was getting from Robert. 
One in her cunt from his huge rock-hard cock and the other in her ass 
as he ground several fingers into her, twisting and thrusting into the 
tight elastic opening with harsh, cruel jabs.

The swollen walls of her pussy could hardly stand the fantastic 
excitement of his rigid cock driving back and forth inside, while his 
fingers pulled at the very center of her being. She bucked harder as he 
fucked her, clenching him tightly with her long, slim legs straining to 
draw him deeper.

Her face contorted in a lewd mask of ecstatic pleasure and pain as she 
threw her head back and forth on the bed, unaware of anything but the 
roaring fire that burned throughout her sex-crazed body.

Above her, Robert jerked his fingers out of her anus and slid one of 
them into the quivering pink lips of her cunt beside his swollen cock. 
But when it slipped in easily, he pulled it out and thrust three in 
with his driving rod, stretching her until she could stand no more.

"OH GOD! God! ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Connie screamed. "I'm 
cumming!"

And then suddenly as though the words had come from her mouth, Midge's 
body also began vibrating uncontrollably ... greater moisture trickling 
from her cunt, drowning Dick's cock with its sticky warmth and 
trickling down the crevice of her ass.

Robert could hardly stay on top of Connie as she suddenly exploded, 
shooting his cum along the underside of his thick cock until it burst 
free into her cunt, joining her juices deep in her quivering belly.

Dick let out an uncontrollable yell as his hot white liquid began 
shooting into Midge like a burning fire, ricocheting around inside her 
dilated stomach like streams of molten lava. Her cunt clasped around 
it, erupting in answer and again spilling her own white-hot cum into 
the already drowning cavern of her quivering passage.

The only sound left in the room was of heavy breathing and then first 
one loud sucking noise as Dick pulled quickly out of Midge's grasping 
cunt and then another as Robert pulled out of Connie's.

The two men stood up and slowly turned to face each other.

"Well," said Robert, panting, "I can see why my wife's been coming to 
you. You fucked like a wild horse."

"My friend," Dick answered. "By the look of Connie you don't do so bad 
yourself. How about a drink?"

Dick led Robert over to the bar where he poured two large brandies, 
leaving both women still writhing in the after-throes of ecstasy on the 
floor. As they both took long gulps of the warm liquid, Connie lifted 
her head from the floor, her long hair in matted clumps around her 
face.

"Hey!" she yelled over at the two men. "How about some of that for a 
thirsty lady?"

Dick laughed good-naturedly and poured a stiff snifter full and the two 
men walked over to her.

"Thanks," she said as Dick handed the glass to her. "Cheers!" Robert 
extended his hand and helped Connie to her feet. The three of them 
stood there, completely naked, staring down at Midge's naked body still 
writhing sensuously on the floor.

"It looks to me like Midge could stand a little more, gentlemen," 
Connie said with a broad smile. "And besides, I enjoy a little 
entertainment." And with that, she settled on the sofa, sipping at her 
brandy. "Well?" she asked. "Do I get my show or not?"

Dick looked at Robert to see if there might be any trace of doubt or 
anger in his face, but all he could see was eager anticipation.

Both men walked over to Midge's limp body and stood by her and Robert 
prodded her in the side with his toes.

"Turn over," he commanded.

Midge without the slightest resistance rolled her ravished body over on 
the prickly rug, resting heavily on her stomach.

"Now kneel," he commanded to the half conscious girl. Midge kneeled up, 
panting and rested a minute on all fours, but buttocks waving high in 
the air behind her, her face pushed into the carpet. Her eyes were 
heavily glazed as if she were in some sort of trance.

"Take your choice," Robert offered Dick. "Front or rear."

"Well," Dick said, "since I just had some of the bottom portion, why 
don't I plug up her face for a while?" And he knelt down on the floor 
directly in front of Midge's bowed head.

"Come on, honey, Dick's got something for you," he said lifting her up 
so that her arms supported her weight, her face directly opposite his 
half-limp cock.

Midge felt heavy hands on her hips from someone kneeling behind and 
between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks 
back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing into the now 
moisture-drenched slit in her crotch. With a grunt, Robert shoved 
cruelly forward, burying his cock deep up her crevice, causing her to 
jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran into Dick's 
erect, waiting cock that rammed without warning into her gaping mouth. 
He grasped both sides of her head in a viselike grip between his hands 
and held firm.

He began sawing into her face viciously like it was a second delicious 
cunt. Midge gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full 
length disappearing into her ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His balls 
slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling 
like a light airy feather. She struggled to breathe, catching small 
gasps of air on the out-stroke.

"Uuuuunnnnn..." she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth, like a 
rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a receptacle into 
which they could pump their burning sperm at will. She was no longer 
human but a flaccid great mass of tingling flesh.

But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her 
mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked by two excited men 
excited her almost beyond endurance. The hunger in her belly began 
raging out of control again. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny 
circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring 
into her, and sucking voraciously at the hardened cock in her mouth; 
her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel thrusts. Her tongue 
licked wildly at the blood-filled head; the tip probing hotly into the 
gland on the end. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her 
throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt.

And in a short moment later, her wish came true.

Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt 
the cock fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin spewing its 
white-hot load deep into her clasping cunt. It bounced around inside 
and trickled from the hair-covered lips down into the matted hair of 
Robert's stomach. His balls pressed tightly against her exposed clit, 
causing her body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the cock in her 
mouth to the hilt. It too exploded, flooding her throat with the 
delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep 
from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep in 
her throat. She swallowed Dick's cum in hungry gulps, fastening her 
lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating rod, fearful 
of losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from 
the corners of her mouth as he dropped to the floor in front of her and 
his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still sucking mouth.

She pushed her buttocks back against the still squirting cock in her 
cunt and with a scream from between her clenched teeth, felt her own 
body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was 
suddenly gone and she too collapsed forward on the floor as Robert's 
cock slipped limply from her sperm-drenched pussy; gushes of cool air 
rushed into the unplugged opening.

As Robert looked over to Connie on the sofa, Dick was already sitting 
next to her, several fingers exploring her cunt.

"Well, Robert," Dick said, grinning, "welcome to the Kelly Household 
Products Family." And then, motioning to the empty section of sofa on 
the other side of Connie, said, "Care to join me in another round?"



Chapter 10


The party was being given by June Sedgwick and only the top agency 
people in New York were invited. It was June's birthday and she was 
celebrating in a style to which she was more than accustomed, being the 
one woman in New York who could make or break just about anyone in 
advertising.

The agencies either trembled or applauded at the sound of her name, for 
it was she who either supplied them with their best brains, or stole 
them out from under their noses, placing them in a competitive agency.

Robert had received a call from her late the previous evening and had 
been impressed by her invitation. He knew it meant something big. June 
had her eye on him for some reason that couldn't help but be good for 
him.

He had been senior account executive at C&W for several months now, and 
he and Midge had bought a large house in Westchester County. Having 
driven in for the party, they now found themselves on the top floor of 
Sarty's restaurant surrounded by executives from every top agency in 
the city.

Midge scanned the room with a jaded eye. She recognized June right 
away, having seen her several times before at similar gatherings. A 
tall woman, wearing an aggressive pink dress and many exotic jewels.

June whirled about from one of her prize pets to another, finally 
arriving in front of Robert and Midge with a bottle of champagne in one 
hand. She supplied them with glasses and began to pour, spouting a 
steady stream of words as she did so.

"Hi, babies! So glad you're here. Actually, I really wanted to get a 
good look at you again, Bob. You look just the way I remembered you. I 
have a little plan. Now I know you're doing pretty well at C&W these 
days, but how'd you like to do better?"

Robert's ears picked up as he tried to keep his excitement from 
showing.

"I wouldn't mind, June. You know that!"

"Well, how'd you like to write your own figure over at Cole and Young? 
It can be arranged!" she said coyly.

"Cole and Young?!" Robert repeated - and Midge could recognize the tone 
of his voice. He'd give a lot more than his eye teeth for that, she 
knew. She slowly sipped her champagne and began to let her mind drift.

She hoped June would arrange it. She could do with a new mink - or 
maybe she'd hold out for chinchilla this time. Mink was a little de 
trop these days.

Midge inspected June's carefully dyed hair, her "smart" spectacles and 
her figure, which was still good.

"You leave it to me, darling!" June was saying to Robert. "Just you two 
be your own sweet selves. Lester Cole is standing right there - let's 
go over and say hello!"

The room had grown even more crowded with advertising people. Girls in 
mini-skirts and pant-suits drank and giggled and men arrived in 
everything from lace to Levi's.

The three of them pushed their way through the crowd, past huge tables 
overflowing with choice foods including one with an enormous birthday 
cake on it, past the bar which was presided over by three bartenders. 
Finally, they reached the corner where Lester Cole stood, nursing a 
scotch and soda and conversing in amicable tones with a young girl in a 
see-through plastic dress.

As the trio approached him, Lester looked up and saw first June 
Sedgwick, then Midge and then Robert. He knew immediately that a deal 
was in the offing, and he knew what kind. June had already approached 
him about Robert's possibilities and had not forgotten to mention about 
Midge's possibilities. And, Robert sounded like the man he needed all 
right ... even worth paying June's stiff fee and the top salary he knew 
she would demand for him.

The girl he had been talking to left shortly after the introductions 
had been made and soon the couples were deep in friendly conversation 
that carefully steered away from the real topic in everybody's mind.

Midge felt good, in fact, the more champagne she consumed, the better 
she felt. Lester Cole was quite charming, she thought, and even June 
was beginning to look a little less like a female barracuda to her. She 
wasn't even surprised when she overheard June's stage whispers to 
Robert.

"The second door to the left. I'll be waiting, beautiful!"

A moment liter, June had disappeared and shortly after that, Robert 
excused himself and followed her. Midge yawned politely and handed her 
glass to Lester for re-filling. Since she knew she wouldn't be seeing 
her husband for at least an hour, she might as well enjoy herself too.

Lester filled her champagne glass to the brim.

"Well, it looks like we're on our own here, my dear," he said, gazing 
down into her revealing neckline.

Midge lowered her eyelashes at him. She'd be damned if she'd let Robert 
go off and have a go with that career bitch without having a little fun 
herself.

"Lester," she said. "Could we leave this noise? I hate these ad game 
parties. I'll bet you do too."

"We all do, Midge ... we all do ..." he answered laughing.

*   *   *

On the way up in the elevator, Lester pushed Midge back against the 
wall, pressing his body against her and kissing her wetly on the mouth. 
Midge felt her pulse race. He certainly wasn't wasting any time, she 
thought.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. They crossed a small hallway 
and entered another elevator which went up only one flight and then 
opened directly into Lester's penthouse apartment. A huge Persian cat 
ran to greet them as they entered the living room.

"A small drink, perhaps?" Lester asked, going to the bar directly. 
"More champagne? Anything you like ... I know what. How about a little 
brandy and soda?"

"Mmmmm..." Midge answered.

He poured the brandy into two large tumblers and filled them with soda, 
carrying them to the sofa where Midge sat waiting for him.

"Won't that husband of yours be wondering where you are?" he asked, 
sitting close to her.

"Oh, no ... he'll know I'm in good hands. I don't expect he'll worry 
much." Midge sipped her brandy and let her head drop back on the sofa.

Lester put his arm around her and cupped his large hand over her soft, 
pliant breast.

"I'm jealous of your dress," he said, kissing her on the smooth 
globular area of her tit that pushed up from the low neckline of her 
dress. "What there is of it, anyway!"

Midge turned her body toward his and felt him begin to unzip her dress 
from behind. The brandy raced around inside her, mixing crazily with 
the champagne. She could feel Lester's cock hardening against her thigh 
and the thought of the adultery she was about to commit began to add to 
the excitement she already felt. She could match Robert any day of the 
week, she thought, as she wondered if he was enjoying his little 
workout with June Sedgwick.

Deedie had been right all alone when she told her all the fun she could 
have been having. How naive I was, she mused.

She was almost completely undressed now and Lester was tugging at her 
bra. She reached behind and helped him by undoing the catch. Her large 
breasts bobbed free, and Lester quickly buried his face in the generous 
mounds, kissing the rosy tips and running his tongue along the deep 
valley between them.

"Beautiful tits ... beautiful ..." he murmured.

"Couldn't we go someplace else?" Midge asked him. "Somewhere more 
comfortable?" She was out of breath already and needed to be lying flat 
on her back where she could let herself go. She could tell it was going 
to be just what she wanted. Lester was going to know just what to do to 
please her.

Lester stood up and looked down at her half-clothed beauty. Her long 
legs were tucked under her, her breasts stuck out proudly and he knew 
he was going to have a good time with those. She was wearing only her 
panties, a garter belt and stockings.

"What a luscious tidbit, you are," he said running his tongue across 
his lips. And on impulse, he bent over and scooped her up in his arms.

"You don't weigh much considering you're built like that!" he told her 
as he carried her out of the living room.

The bedroom was cool and dark and Midge closed her eyes as Lester put 
her softly down on the bed. It felt good to be stretched out. She could 
hear the rustle of material as Lester undressed quickly in the 
darkness. Goose pimples were breaking out all over her skin ... partly 
from the cool air in the room, and partly in anticipating what Lester 
was going to do to her.

There was a moment of stillness and she knew Lester was coming to her. 
Suddenly, hands were undoing her garter belt and pulling at her 
stockings, slipping them down and off. Then something smooth and warm 
insinuated itself between her thighs, parting the soft fleecy hairs of 
her already moist vagina. The long shaft continued down, creating a 
delicious friction as it went. Then it stopped, poised quivering at the 
entrance between her legs.

"Oh, Lester," she cried as she reached up to pull him down toward her. 
She felt like she couldn't wait to have him in her, filling her 
completely with his long thin cock.

As she spread her legs wider to encourage him, Lester let himself fall 
down on her, crushing her into the bed. Then an idea came to him. He 
didn't want to enter her yet ... not yet. It would be over too soon 
that way. He gave a grunt and straddling her body, pulled himself up on 
his knees.

"What ...?" Midge started to ask, but then Lester was cupping his hands 
behind her head, pulling her face forward. His blunt-tipped cock forced 
itself between her smooth, lipstick-covered lips, pushing far back into 
her mouth. At first, she gasped. She hadn't expected this. But then 
Lester began a steady back-and-forth motion skewering deep into the wet 
cavern of her mouth. Her tongue slipped around the hard roundness of 
his prick and the motion caused her lips to pucker and unpucker around 
his penetrating shaft.

"Mmmmm ... that's real good, baby!" Lester hissed. "That's real good."

Midge kept her eyes squeezed closed and received the buffeting of 
Lester's cock, dipping wetly into her throat. She felt the slapping 
warmth of his balls against her chin as he continued his impassioned 
onslaught.

The very lewdness of their positions increased Midge's excitement and 
she began to writhe beneath him, twisting her body back and forth 
between his knees, humping herself up so that her stomach pushed 
against his rocking buttocks. Her mouth felt tingly and she began to 
imagine that it was her cunt and that his desire-hardened cock was 
battering the tip of her womb with all its might. She began to suck him 
into her and to tighten and loosen the circle of her mouth around his 
slippery cudgel.

"Oh honey ... yeah!" he cried out above, his eyes fastened greedily on 
his hardened rod of flesh as it disappeared and reappeared between the 
soft ovalled folds of her lips.

Way in the back of her mind, Midge wondered what Robert was doing at 
the moment. Whatever it was, she thought he couldn't be enjoying 
himself more than she was. She was glad she was going to have the 
opportunity to see Lester a lot - once Robert had moved over to Cole 
and Young.

*   *   *

Robert laughed softly.

"You're a funny girl, June. You sure do come to the point ... so to 
speak!"

June laughed and staggered back against the wall of the small 
conference room, pulling Robert back along with her. She had a firm 
hold on his cock which she had boldly freed from his pants.

"It's a nice fistful, Bob. I'm pleased to do business with you!"

She stood on tiptoe and planted her lips against his, flicking her 
tongue across his mouth and then pushing it inside.

Robert bent over and cupped his hands under her full, firm buttocks, 
lifting her small plumpish body from the floor. She released her hold 
on his enormous blood-inflated member and threw her arms about his 
neck, and then raised her legs so that they encircled his hunched back.

What a life! Robert was thinking as he hiked her wide skirt up and 
discovered she was naked beneath her dress. Dollar signs danced before 
his eyes as he poked his prick into her grasping pussy.

Life is going to be pretty easy from now on in, he figured. Pretty 
easy.

*   *   *

Outside the locked room, the party continued at a furious pace.

Deedie arrived late as usual and looked around for some sign of Midge. 
Finally she asked the wife of one of Robert's staff if she had seen 
either of them.

"Oh, yes," she answered. "They were here earlier, but they must have 
left. I haven't seen them for an hour or so. You know," she added, "I 
really envy them. They seem to be such an ideal couple ... so happy 
together. I wish I could say the same for my marriage. I haven't seen 
my husband since we got here!"

Deedie smiled and nodded and turned to look around to see what 
interesting new young men might be floating free. After all, a woman 
could only go so long without a little strange stuff too and, it had 
been nearly four hours since she had been in the rack with that new 
young executive her husband had just brought into the company.

Unfortunately, there were no interesting prospects. She left and went 
by cab to a singles bar she had heard of. The place was a fraud, for 
all its wild advertising, there wasn't one human-looking male in the 
room. The night seemed lost, but then Deedie noticed the lechy smile on 
the young bartender's handsome face. She moved to the bar and ordered 
another drink.

You're far too handsome to be a bartender," she finally said to him. "I 
bet you're an actor on the side."

"A bad actor, hon," he shot back with, still smiling.

Over the rim of her glass her eyes sparkled back at him. "Oh, I hope 
so, darling, I really hope so! What time do you get off?"


The End
