Chapter 10
As he quietly unlatched his front door and entered his house, Jack Pierce felt smug and self satisfied. Now that Jean's delivery boy gigolo had been scared away, and that wise-guy reporter, Bill Fogarty had been taken care after a fashion, things were shaping up again. He'd be an I. E. C. Vice-President yet!
Now, he'd have to straighten out his ever-loving wife, Jean, the delivery-boy's hump-delight.
"Jean, where are you, Jean?" he called.
"Out here in the garden," she replied.
He went out to her. He had built the Japanese style sunken rock-garden for her a few years ago. It was circular, twenty feet in diameter, completely surrounded with a thick hedge of intermeshed evergreens. The garden was completely secluded, and, short of taking a helicopter ride, nobody could spy on her except from within the house itself. Jean spent a lot of time out there, even on mild days in winter.
He could see her as he passed through the television room that opened into the Japanese garden. She was lying on her back, stark naked in the hot summer sunshine. A tiny patch of white plastic covered each nipple, to shield the delicate rubies from the sun, and she had a towel draped across her eyes. Otherwise her body was bare and luscious.
And, he thought, her cunt was still full of scum from the hump of that kid.
"Very pretty." She laughed, and sat up, taking the towel from her eyes. The patches of plastic fell from her nipples, so that her nudity was entirely open to him.
"Just getting some sun," she said. "You're home early, aren't you?"
"A hot day. I didn't feel like staying late. Besides, I wanted to have a little talk with you."
"A talk?" she said.
"Five minutes worth."
"Fine," she said. "Mind if I turn over while I listen, darling?"
"Suit yourself, Jean."
She roiled languidly over onto her face and let her body go limp. Pierce let his eyes roll down the shininess of her body, down past the tanned shoulders to the tapered waist to the paler skin of her high rounded, thrusting asscheeks and then to the finely made legs beyond.
He looked at her for a long moment.
Then he said, "Jean, do you happen to know anybody named, Jerry Trent?"
Her only outward visible reaction was a slight twitch of the buttocks-as though he had jabbed her there with a poker. She did not look up.
"I don't think so, darling," she said.
"You don't?"
"Is he somebody in the firm?"
"No," Pierce said. "He isn't even old enough to vote, as a matter-of-fact. You're positive you don't know who he could be."
"Well, not positive," she said. "I can't say that. But the name doesn't ring any bells."
"Let me try another question then," Pierce said. "When I reached the house, there was a department store delivery truck out in front. Why?"
"I was getting a delivery."
"Of what?"
"Oh-oh, well-some stockings. Some nylon stockings I ordered."
"Want to show me the package?"
"What is this, an inquisition?"
"You said you had a package delivered, Jean. All I want to see is that package."
"I put the stockings away already."
"Really? So fast? But the delivery bus just left a few minutes ago."
"What are you getting at, Jack?"
"Don't you know?"
Jean propped herself up on one elbow, so she could look at him. Her face seemed drawn and tense, and there was a glare of mingled defiance and fear in her dark eyes. "No," she said. "You'll have to spell it all out for me, Jack."
"All right. I will. You've been screwing with a delivery boy from Fowler's. His name is Jerry Trent, and he was here today and he's been coming here every couple of days for weeks now."
"You must have a good detective, Jack."
"The best."
"Well get a better one," she said. "This is all crazy, and you know it. Why in God's name would I fuck with a delivery boy?"
"You're the only one who can answer that question," he told her.
"I can't. It isn't true."
"You're denying it?"
"Of course I deny it," she said.
"Let's see you deny this, now."
He took the photograph Bill Fogarty had given him from his pocket, and let if flutter down toward the nude form of his wife. Jean picked it up, stared at it in horror and obvious shock.
"Where did you-"
"A blackmailing snooper took it and sold it to me," Pierce said. "Isn't it pretty? Go on. Tell me it's somebody else. Tell me it isn't you getting fucked in the photo."
Jean gasped. She was speechless.
Pierce went on, "I just had a little talk with your teen-age boy friend. I told him to keep the hell away from you, if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his cock. He took the hint. He'll keep away. He thinks I let him off pretty damned rightly, and he's right."
Pierce crouched down next to her, inches from her sweat-stippled nakedness. "You stupid little cocksucker, are you trying to wreck me entirely?"
"I was bored. You were neglecting me. It was a rainy day and I was going buggy, and he came around and rang the bell. I couldn't help it. I've got strong sex needs, Jack. You know that. And you weren't around often enough to give me the fucking I crave! I'm a passionate woman, you know."
"I know. And a stupid one. If you want to get laid on the side, that's your business, Jean. But to pick a kid-a loudmouth kid who'd brag to all his buddies that he fucked Jean Pierce, you must have been out of your mind! There are grown men in town you can screw with, Jean! Married men who stand to get in trouble themselves if the news gets out. Men who understand the meaning of discretion. Don't you see what it could do to my business future if the town knew that you were a tramp who was fucking a teen-ager?"
Jean smiled bitterly. "I understand, Jack. It isn't a matter of morality at all. So far as you're concerned, I can make fuck with dogs and horses, so long as nobody finds out about it. You're worried about your future, not about your wife's cunt. Is that it?"
"That's exactly it."
"I think you're despicable! I think you're the most cold-blooded reptile in the world!" He hit her.
He hit her cold-bloodedly, with malice aforethought, slicing a chopped blow across her lips that sent her head snapping back sharply. Her eyes went wide, as though she were astonished that he would dare to lift his hand to her, and he lifted it again, belting her with a flat slap to the cheek that almost took her face apart.
"Jack-"
"Bitch!" he muttered. "Tramp!"
She huddled on her air mattress, naked and defenseless, and he moved in on her, crouching over her to rain a hail of blows on her soft, unprotected body. Two of his fingers, rigid and joined, sliced against her breast, leaving a diagonal welt crossing the nipple. She gasped and he hit her other breast, smiling at the whimper of pain he drew.
She folded up into a fetal position, huddling to protect herself. Panting now, losing some of his icy detachment, Jack found himself pulling his belt out of his trousers.
She had sinned.
She needed to be punished.
"Jack-no!"
He lifted the belt and brought it down with a snap against the soft, tender pink flesh of her bare asscheeks. She yelped and jerked away, but before she could roll over he had brought the belt up and down again, slashing mercilessly at the small of her back and the flawless fleshy cheeks of her ass.
"Don't scream," he warned her. "Don't raise your voice. It'll be worse for you if you do."
She moaned under the lash. Pierce began to gasp and sweat as the excitement of it took hold of him. There she was naked and twisting on the ground, all her loveliness exposed, her muscles knotting in pain. And he brought the belt down, again and again, now choosing to catch her simply with its metal-----rimmed tip, now letting her have the full flat of it across her legs or buttocks or breasts.
Sweat oiled her body. Criss-crossing networks of red welts appeared on her honey-dark skin. She crawled across the sun-patio to avoid him, but he followed her.
There was no escape from his lash.
He threw a storm of blows at her, catching her on breasts and legs, asscheeks and middle, as she moved to escape him. The frenzy grew in him. She had been foolish, suicidally foolish, and now it behooved him to beat some sense into her.
The belt rose and fell, rose and fell.
Whick! Thwack! Slap! Crack!
Quivering buttock-flesh tasted leather. Swaying, jiggling, red-tipped breasts knew the impact of the lash. Her cheeks, her mouth itself, felt the sting of his wrath.
"Stop!" she begged him, half-hysterical. "I'll be good, Jack I won't ever do that again! Please stop!"
He didn't stop.
He went on like some angel of vengeance, showering whip-blows on her, until his arm began to tire. He paused for a rest, a few moments later, and stood gasping, looking down at her. She lay on her buttocks, sitting up, her reddened breasts heaving.
As he hesitated, she said, "Please, Jack, stop it. I've got something important to tell you-"
"Shut your lying mouth!"
"-about your Vice-Presidency."
He was already starting to lift his arm for another blow. Then the import of her words hit him.
"What did you say?"
"It's about your Vice-Presidency. Important. But first stop it with your belt."
"If this is a joke-"
"No joke," she said, and there was something in her panicky look that made him believe her. His arm sagged to his side. He let the belt fall.
"Well, what is it?"
"I ... I wanted to tell you ... I've been talking to Connie Satterlee about you. I've asked her to speak to Bob on your behalf, about the Vice-Presidency."
"Am I supposed to believe that?"
"It's true, Jack! I swear it!"
"Even if it is true, why do you think it'll help me in any way?"
"Bob listens to Connie. She gives him a lot of advice that he takes."
"Sure. But why should she listen to you? Since when are you and she such good friends? Why the hell should she do me any favors?"
"Believe me-she will, Jack."
"Just like that? For no reason at all? Give me a
Vice-Presidency because a woman she hardly knows is asking her to?"
"There's a reason," Jean said. "A very good reason."
"What?"
"You wouldn't want to know it."
"Tell."
"No, Jack. You'll be even more upset."
"You started this whole line of conversation, Jean. Now you're going to finish it. What's going on between you and Connie Satterlee? What kind of influence do you have with her?"
"You'll be angry if I tell you."
"I promise not to hurt you."
"You'll be disgusted."
"Tell me or I'll whip you again!" he snapped at her. "All right," Jean said. "Remember, you asked for it, Jack. I've been frigging with her."
"What?"
"She's a Lesbian, at least part time. She took a fancy to me and made a special trip here to have me cunt-lap her. She said she'd get you that job if I gave in to her. And I did. You see what I'm willing to do for you, Jack?"
Jack swayed. He was stunned, staggered, numbed, by the revelation. Connie-his own mistress, the boss' wife a Lesbian? Fucking around with Jean as well as with him?
Monstrous!
Incredible!
"If you're making this up, Jean."
"It's gospel. You just wait and see. Ralph M. Spofford who's now Vice-President of Harrison Home Products Division here in town is ailing, and they're putting pressure on him to resign. Connie said the job's as good as yours. Maybe as early as next month. They'll be in touch with you soon, to sound you out on your availability. And it's all my doing. If I hadn't cunt-lapped Connie somebody else would have gotten the job."
Jack stared at her in shock. The world had abruptly become a much more unstable and insecure place than he already knew it to be.
Jean said, "I'll make a deal with you, Jack!"
"Deal? What kind of deal?"
"If I say the word to Connie, it'll all be off. No Vice-Presidency. On the other hand, you've caught me fucking for this kid and you can make a lot of trouble for me. So we'll have a mutual pact. I'll continue to push your job with Connie, and you'll forget about my humping with the delivery boy. I'll promise to stop seeing him and never to be so careless again. And you'll promise not to hit me any more."
Jack looked at his wife as though she were some naked stranger before him.
"And you'll go on cunt-lapping Connie?"
"I have to," she said. "If you want to get anywhere in your business ambition."
"You enjoy sucking another woman's cunt?"
Jean smiled. "It's interesting. I'll tell you all about it some time. But do we have a deal? No more delivery boys, no more whippings. And you get your job, signed, sealed and delivered, care of Connie and me."
Jack shook his head baffledly. "This is the screwiest thing I ever heard, Jean."
"You might as well agree. Otherwise well have to separate, you'll lose your chance, and there'll be a hell of a mess for you. You've got everything to gain and nothing to loose by agreeing to the arrangement."
"Which means agreeing to share my wife's pussy with another woman."
"It's not so terrible. It's better than sharing her cunt with a delivery boy, isn't it?"
Jack pondered that. The true obscenity of the arrangement was known only to him, of course. And to Connie. Certainly Jean could not be aware of the triple bonds of hump-lust that bound him to Connie and Connie to the two of them. Nor could he tell her. It made no sense to surrender such valuable information, to make such a damning confession, and get nothing in return. He had to cling to his moral superiority, in Jean's eyes.
"All right," he said in a choked voice. "It's a deal. You keep going with Connie. And we stay man and wife. No fights, no separation. And that teen-aged prick-pusher doesn't come around here any more. It's a deal."
"I'm so glad, darling."
"I'm not. But its the only way."
"Yes. Come down here and let's make a formal contract."
"What do you mean?"
"You know," she said, and her breasts rose. Her arms stretched toward him.
She wanted him to fuck her. Now.
And, he realized, he wanted her. His cock was rigid, aching with desire. The beating, her nakedness, had given him a terrific hard-on.
And somehow her confession of Lesbian love gave her a new and strange appeal. The old, familiar Jean whom he knew so well had vanished, and in her place lay this stranger, this twin, capable seemingly of any sin, of any strangeness, of any wanton kind of wanton fucking.
He began to strip away his clothes with urgent haste.
He lay down nude beside her on the sun pad. Her red nipples were hard and erect on her generous breasts, she nuzzled them in his face and the nipples were at his lips. His mouth closed over each, as he began to kiss them eagerly in turn.
She urged him, "Try to kiss them both at the same time." She caressed his thighs and back as he squeezed her tits together and flicked both nipples with his eager tongue. She brought her soft round belly and warm thighs next to him and began a tantalizing grind against him. Jack reached for her shoulders and moved so that they were belly to belly, thigh to thigh. He was grunting with the fever pitch of passion, his big stiff prick was throbbing against her glowing skin. He placed his hand between her squirming legs for a moment and Jean gasped at the sudden thrust of his huge cock into her hot hungry cunt. She quickened the warm rhythm of her twat, riding up and down on his prick, as he cupped her buttocks to bring her cunt even closer to his pounding pecker.
Jean suddenly dug her heels into his back, stiffening with the spasms of her beginning orgasm. Then she felt him arch and groan with delight as a completing rush of hot scum through his prick jetted into her writhing cunt. It was the most enjoyable come they had ever had in their entire married life!