Chapter 10
That house that I took her to yesterday is quite famous for its peculiarities. In other words it is a brothel...
Clara walked up the stairs to the indicated room and comfortably reclined on the bed. She kept her clothes on. A man entered shortly afterwards. I was able to see him from the mirror that was in the alcove. He smiled at Clara and I felt my heart throb in my chest. My muscles knotted up.
He approached. Clara watched him without moving.
The man appeared to be a peasant and I am sure he was. His dress was entirely banal and the contrast between him and such a distinguished woman was frightening. It effected my snobbish blood.
He appeared to be surprised to find such an outstanding feature in the place and in his awkwardness he made a move toward the door as though he had mistaken rooms.
Clara spoke a few words and drew the man closer to the bed. He smiled and she returned the amiable sign in good grace.
My blood continued to boil violently in my veins while I waited to see what would happen. I tried to control myself and I refused to give into such ridiculous horse-play. I tied to keep calm.
My wife stretched back still completely dressed. She was wearing a silver fox fur and this gave her a marvelous appeal for any man.
I hesitated in my thoughts. If she were naked, something might have happened too quickly. But this way, there was an intrigue and tone to it all.
I didn't know how to take it I was confused and agitated. A dress undergarments were not at all superfluous.
A cold sensation cropped up in my stomach...
Those stones of ice.
The sensations burdened me. I felt a pain that heightened my sensitivity. I was in need of this and that is why we came.
Was this man going to dare touch this female that smiled at him? He approached and made a motion to touch her.
All well and good. I wanted to see my work in process and at the same time I was afraid at what I would see. I stepped back because I was mentally troubled for the moment with my fiendish plot.
Man does not usually know what he is cut out for. This one should take Clara for a prostitute of a lower category. He chose the room in accordance to what he could pay. Little does he know that we paid a price to "pass" this new-comer into the ranks. The lucky fell'"" has no idea of all this.
He might be thinking that this is all a trap. He might be a regular customer and know all the gang.
What difference does it all make?
Clara took his hand and brought it to her breast. She let his hand wander over her teats and I felt a crisp sensation take hold of me.
I heard my heart beating like a boulder in my chest and then suddenly something caught in my throat.
Then Clara dropped her hand on the sex of her partner in order to unbutton him and seek farther into the matter. She must have caused him to have inhibitions.
I had the impression that he had been drinking just before he came in.
Happily Clara thought for both of us. I might had that she thought for the three of us in this case.
She pointed to bottle of Bourbon that was on the small night table to the side. He emptied out a glass and drank it down in one gulp.
He swallowed his drink and then wiped his mouth as best he could. Then he served himself another.
Then they drank a toast to their future relations. And as they did this my throat went dry. They lifted the alcohol to their lips and flung it down.
Then Clara's hand went to the back of the man's neck and she leaned her head toward his with her lips searching a kiss. They embraced. The alcohol passed from her to him.
He hovered over her and assumed a horizontal position.
The heavy mass of the man masked the top of his body. I was able to see his hand move down toward the legs of my wife and slowly beckon her to take off her robe. He quickly discovered the fine calves of my lovely wife.
Clara lifted her dress and spread her fine legs apart to permit the man to progress in the right direction. All the while she pivoted in such a way as to allow me to see every thing that was going on. She was a good wife.
My skin was burning up with an intensity that was unequaled. My forehead was covered with sweat. I believe I was sweating more than the man who was on the divan with my wife.
I could feel myself puffing away and there was a sharp pain in my stomach.
Resting on her side my wife maneuvered the man in such a way so that when he undid his pants his stick automatically dropped out.
I managed to see his brown penis and some hair that stuck through the stripped trousers.
I could see that they were hungry for each others' tongues. The bourbon must have been still on their breaths.
When I saw the wife of my wife's lingerie, I felt that I could make a white sail of a vessel in the wind. Who was this audacious man who was rolling on my wife?
Clara pivoted once again and she made clear that her tongue was active and her breasts were hard and ready. Her mouth lowered toward the man's cock. Her hand held it tightly as one would a staff. Her aristocratic fingers holding that slimy sausage made me sick to my stomach.
I had the feeling that I didn't want to go through with the game wen I saw that vile thing and especially when it slipped into my wife's mouth.
Thoughts ran through my mind. I then saw something peculiar or more truthfully sensed something extraordinary.
That man who was with my wife was myself. He was no longer a peasant who had come in drunk, but he was me with my cock. I needed to constantly substitute my personality. I searched far and wide to make our adventure one of happiness and variety. Clara was having me once again but by an indirect relation. She understood this I am sure.
It isn't that I wished to throw Clara off sexually and put her onto other men. I merely wish to give her all the stimulation possible. She has always come back stronger.
Her partners are me, no matter who they actually may be. Her sex belongs to me. She is my wife and what ever goes into her is mine and part of me.
Clara sucked away slowly. She let her lips climb up and then they descended. She seemed to hide her face in her lace and I couldn't guess why. Certainly she was not ashamed.
The man must have guessed that this was expensive material for a wore, but instead he just let himself be lapped up as though he felt he were worthy of it.
Clara helped him massage her breasts by opening her blouse. The man was still timid and he even annoyed me with his tomfoolery.
My wife stopped speaking to the man and she threw him a stiff look which I have known before.
The man became aroused and empassioned ripped the dress in two, Then with same briskness he stripped Clara of her skirt. His face was covered with fury.
Clara wasn't wearing any under-pants. I don't like them either and today they are less in demand than before. Her triangle was delicious and her rounded abdomen was a joy to behold. Her hair was dense and it even seemed more so from afar.
She opened her thighs to the stranger.
That nudity which is not the same as others I hope will be something he will cherish for a long time. Soon I shall know how he decides to treat it. The case is a classic one; a peasant in front of aristocracy. How shall he handle this object of quality.
He doesn't want to reflect on this beauty, he just wants what every common man wishes.
The rustic stranger brushed Clara's face away from his sex and in a moment of haste he climbed upon my wife much as a crazed man would. I could easily see the beast in this one.
Their bodies seemed to be soldered together. They rode the crest of high waves which mounted and descended.
There were many impetuous assaults. The legs of my Clara passed underneath that of the man, who was now her lover. Instead of going to the breasts the not too hasty fellow folded Clara's hands in the shape of a cross and looked into her eyes.
I could see Clara's profile. I saw her beautiful breasts and her lovely flanks which powerfully gave back buck for buck.
All these sensations were felt and my stomach contorted in a muscular reaction.
My flesh was as alive as that man's. I could feel the tumult within. I could feel my penis reach out like a branch and throb in my trousers.
His rhythm became mine. He prolonged the act and sought after other sexual postures.
He reader back and then he twisted around as though he had a cramp in his neck. And then heavily he fell on top her. A few more convulsive bucks and he unloaded his gism into Clara's entrails.
The sturdy legs of my beloved wife relaxed and parted from the body of the insistent unknown. She was still wearing her high heeled shoes. She brought him to her with two languorous arms which stretched to the back of his neck. She kissed him thanking him for the spontaneity of the grand sexual show he had performed.
She was the first to regain contact with reality. And that was simply to rise slowly the limp body that was rubbing up next to her. She leaned down and took up his cock between her lips. She stroked his abdomen. That detestable belly which was overly browned and hairy.
Her movements were slow and measured. She demonstrated much affection in the undulation of her gests. There was as ever that sensation of substitution and I felt that I was more in his position than he. He displeased me more and more.
The man did not take long to have a new erection. His member became turgid and red. That rough prick was cutting into the mouth of my fond wife.
Clara abandoned the stiff joint to roll her tongue around furtively over the mans' nuts. She sucked in his substances and I felt myself becoming lightheaded.
Her skin looked as white as snow and she was bathed in the beauty of her finely cut lingerie. The terrible red hand searched out her private parts. It was like an enormous spider and it wandered all over that superb body only to find a home in her bush.
There the spider disappeared by moments right between the legs of the woman who was my wife.
Clara changed her position ever so slightly. She wanted to facilitate the intrusion. Perhaps she even hinted for the man to try the posterior. He seemed to be well on his way toward that happy ground.
The man moved around but Clara was able to find him wherever he was. Her long pointed tongue rolled down his abdomen and then went down his shaft to the round little acorns and then darted in between his rump. I turned my head away when she crawled up his hairy red back.
One hand of the ugly man gripped a tit. I was wandering whether it was merely to assume another position or whether this is what he craved for the moment.
This excited Clara and she continued to suck the great cock of this unwholesome stranger.
Her wonderful body was like a symphony in flesh and I don't think she could be compared to anyone else. Of course, she was my wife and I am extremely subjective.
I was taken with her and I contracted my sexual muscles with every force that was in me.
The man must have felt what I did for he came all of a sudden. Heavy and powerful, a stream of white sperm burst into Clara and roll down her mouth in an indescribable manner.
She had no time to stop. Her partner probably did not understand the nuance. She continued her work and her mouth pumped away a hit more slowly while her tongue lapped up the sacred juice. Once she had given the man a professional job well-done, she offered him a glass of alcohol which the man did not hesitate to take.
He drank quickly and it slopped over his mouth. Once the liquid was down he laughed loudly in order to feel his power and regain his force.
Then he gave her a big kiss as though he were recompensing her for a job well accomplished. She snuggled up to him in an affectionate way which actually bothered me. He drank another mouthful and placed his lips close to hers in order to transmit the liquid.
I hoped vaguely that this would put a new flame into the act and yet at the same time I wanted to have it finished. I loathed the clumsy oaf.
My dick was ready to burst and besides it hurt. In fact a real pain took possession of my body. It was probably the excess of my desires accumulated over a period of time. To think this was my wife. My mind could not tolerate the idea and the whole affair upset me to the point of impotency.
The man spoke to Clara for a few minutes when all of a sudden a woman entered into the room At that point my wife's hands were playing with the fellow's sex which was soft and wretched. She wanted to lead him back onto the amorous paths as quickly as possible.
The woman who came in was big and strong. In fact some-what of a monster. She was a dyed blond who wore nothing but a kimono with a silk belt. Her breasts were heavy and practically popping out of her robe. She was so heavily made-up that I had to think she was trying to copy a Japanese Geisha girl.
She was exactly my idea of a low-rate prostitute.
The man turned his head and recognized instinctively someone who was of his class. He was a bit taken aback though.
The poor fool knows very little...
The blond approached the couple almost breaking into a broad grin. Then she undid her robe and showed everyone present a body loaded with fat and rose. But somehow it was not an unattractive body and it had some fine proportions.
She slipped into the bed as though she were invited. The kimono simply fell to the floor. Her huge body eclipsed Clara's as it cuddled up to my dainty wife. Of course, the foolish lout understood absolutely nothing. He tried to interpret the affair, but all he could do was to scratch his head.
The big blond preceded to manipulate my wife with the best caresses I have seen in a long time. She was all over her breasts, belly and thighs in a matter of a few seconds. She was also quick with her mouth and she bit at the little nipples of the royal wife.
Her hand was after the conquest that many males run to too quickly. The man feeling left out of things came to the back of the bloated creature and rubbed his hard dick up and down her spine.
She turned and grabbed the staff to find out whether it was alive. The man bent down and sniffed rear of the hefty newcomer.
Once again, after having covered Clara with many caresses, the generous blond changed places with Clara placed under her. She straddled Clara and her thick thighs fell over Clara's shoulders. Her sex was rubbed into Clara's heart-shaped head. The blond was an advocate of sixty-nine and her head went into the pussy of my ravished wife. Right under the eyes of two men, one there and the other hidden, she lapped away avidly.
Clara was not passive through all this and she responded with her own attacks. I wanted to cry out and ask her to stop making love to this common wench, but my wife was too much absorbed in her duty.
The two girls were struggling around to penetrate better and they certainly were giving their best efforts to the act.
The masculine presence tried to get into the swing of things. But he soon found out there was no place for him.
He had to watch the spectacle in the same way as I had to, totally impotent. However it was free and he might always learn something. The bounder ought to at least take this into consideration.
In spite of his two hands that grabbed at one moment one of the bodies than at another moment the other, he seemed exasperated. He couldn't even get any crumbs from this splendid meal in front of him.
He began to masturbate when the blond finally decided to consider his case. The great woman took his cock in hand and he felt much more relieved.
However Clara would not let the blond alone and she was sucking her off but good. She was getting in all the best parts. The fat lady was excited and she took out her delight on the gorilla whom she masturbated with great dexterity.
His eyes shone wildly, but that wasn't going to last.
Jumping into the air all of a sudden the blond rushed over to the cabinet and took from the very top of the mahogany piece a long whip. The man was stupefied to see the husky pro beat Clara with some gusty strokes. Each stroke made Clara bound in the air and turn over on another angle.
The flabby whore did not spare the rod and the child was far from being spoiled. Clara kept crawling along the bed and at one point her knee almost touched the floor.
The powerful woman finally ceased her flogging and spread Clara's rump apart. With her large hand she took the man's upright dick and directed it toward the hole. He finally understood.
She brought Clara's arms together and took a solid grip on the wrists. She gave the man some time to get into a good position.
I saw her guide his sex toward the ass-hole button of my pert wife. Suddenly the impulsive man threw himself forward and managed to push his rod to a fairly good depth.
He was now permanently riveted in her with his hands riveted toward flanks. He was ass-fucking my wife with all his force. His hips were like the speed of a jet-propelled plane. This was the first time that I could pay him honor. He was perfectly at home in this new exploit.
My wife's ass contracted and I know she was feeling the surges regularly. As for myself, I felt as though I were going through a gymnastic period.
His movements were nervous and powerful. I could see his rounded shoulders lean into the forceful effort.
At the same time, the big blond let the whip fly and she cracked down in perfect cadence. The whip responded on the back of the woman who was my wife. Her feet were digging into the floor as she practically needed more room to withstand the steady brutal strokes of the hairy peasant and the slashes that rained down on her.
I could see Clara's muscles twinge in her thighs and calves. Her hips were red not only from the lashing but from the powerful scratching of the man's fingers.
He wanted to ram into her all the way. I could understand why for I wished the same thing. He was possessing her and if I had a jealous bone in my body I would have been jealous then.
He didn't hesitate to come once more. With his mouth wife open and his eyes almost leaping out of his head, I could see and hear him break up against Clara's "derriere" in his final assault and ultimate victory.
But he didn't wind up as I would have. My sperm flew into the air and landed about three feet away. I thought that my neck was going to break. I felt broken as I watched the man withdraw from my wife's rear. He didn't know how to react. He had to abandon for he saw that he was in a room that was occupied by two superior women. He was hardly the man for them. He didn't know what to decide.
The women decided for him.
The big blond took him by his arm and lead him away as one takes away a naughty child. She wrapped herself in her kimono and headed for the passageway. The two odd people disappeared...