Chapter 9

Robert Rowen showed up at noon without calling. Martha played the role of an angry wife. He tried to placate her and attempted to embrace her but she resisted, refusing to accept his excuses or blandishments.

They returned to Hartford with him trying to effect some kind of reconciliation.

Martha enjoyed her performance of an outraged wife. It saved her from revealing her naked quim. She was inclined to have sex with him, to show him her accomplishments and skills, but that would have to wait until she had her revenge.

He took her out for lunch and they went to a movie afterward. She took delight in his efforts to win her over. It was small compensation, nevertheless, she enjoyed every minute of it. The final reward would come when her plan was implemented. She couldn't wait!

At night, Martha insisted they sleep alone. Bobby started to show signs of annoyance at her retaliatory acts. In the morning, he left without kissing her good-bye.

Everything was going according to her script. She had him psyched to the stage where he would be susceptible to the rest of her scheme.

After he left, Martha was on the phone. She made a luncheon date with an old friend. Robert had never met Rosalind. It was perfect! Martha's main problem was to get Rosalind to cooperate.

At lunch, the two women exchanged gossip and reminisced. In the spirit of intimacy, Martha revealed her experiences. Rozz gasped. She was more surprised at Martha's inhibitions that precipitated the situation than the ultimate results.

"Look, Rozz!" Martha began, "We're old friends, right? Frankly, I'm not interested in how shocked you are by my sexual naivety. What has happened is history! I want to play a trick on Bobby and I need your help."

A gleam shone in Rozz's eyes. "I'm intrigued, dear. Tell me what you plan is."

Martha related her scheme in detail. Rozz nodded from time to time. A mischievous grin appeared. "That's positively delicious! I love it, I love it!"

"Will you help me?" Martha asked. "It means you'll be naked in front of Bobby! Also, you'll be having sex with him. It's a lot to ask!"

"Are you kidding?" Rozz retorted. "I wish I'd had a chance to do something like that to my husband before I divorced him. I don't mind doing it at all. It's wonderfully wicked. Just as long as you promise to let me be there at the end!"

"It's a deal!" Martha agreed. "Let's go shopping for some of those accessories."

They walked to a porno shop and purchased two sets of leather manacles. At Rozz's suggestion, they picked up a paint brush. The kind used by artists. A sleep blindfold was located in a drugstore.

Martha left her car parked at a nearby shopping center. The presence of her car would be a give-away to her plans. Rozz drove her to the house. While they waited for Bobby to come home the two conspirators rehearsed their little script. At the sound of a car driving up, Martha secreted herself in a closet. Rozz took off her clothes and put on a sheer, loose-fitting gown of Martha's.

Bobby came into the house. "I'm home, dear. Is the war still on or has peace been declared?"

He stopped short at the sight of Rozz. "Oh!" she gasped in pretended shock. She drew the gown about her, trying to hide her partial nakedness. "You must be Robert!"

"You have me at a disadvantage! I hope you're the new maid!" Bobby answered.

Rozz gave him a friendly smile. "No such luck! I'm just a plain old saleslady. My name is Rosalind Logan. I was demonstrating some cosmetics for your wife. Your wife accidentally spilled it all over my dress. She insisted on getting it cleaned. She left about ten minutes ago. I hope she won't be gone too long."

He glanced at his watch. "If she left ten minutes ago, figuring driving time and the rest, you're going to be inconvenienced for at least an hour. What happened to the rest of your ... er... clothes?"

"They're in the wash in the basement! I hope my appearance doesn't embarrass you. I used to be a professional model," Rozz told him. "So, if you're uncomfortable, I'll go into some other room."

"No, no!" Bobby replied. "Please! If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me!"

"Good!" she exclaimed. She removed the gown.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Robert was surprised at her boldness.

"I've got a secret! Selling cosmetics isn't always remunerative. I have to pick up a little extra. So, I do my thing, if you know what I mean!" Rozz explained. "I'm just showing off my merchandise. Maybe, I can interest you in buying my product."

Martha, hidden in the closet, heard the conversation. She smiled, hoping her husband would accept the bait.

Bobby's eyes swept over the naked form in front of him. The women had deliberately shaved off Rozz's pubic hairs as they were certain he would like this touch.

This promiscuous woman had lovely shaped tits. Her boobs weren't as large or rounded as his wife's. The mounds were cone-shaped and provocative and there was certainly enough of her mammaries to satisfy any man's lust.

She was a little heavier than his wife. Her waist dipped into wide-flared hips that descended into legs that were short and thick. There was nothing wrong with the puffy mound that was harbored between her thighs.

Rozz moved toward him, swaying in a sensual grace. Her hand cupped his crotch.

"Mmmm!" she murmured. "If I guess what's in my hand, can I eat it?"

Bobby stood bewildered by her brazenness. "Whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed. "What's this little quickie going to cost me?"

"I usually charge twenty-five. I'm worth every cent of it," she answered. "Come on, honey! I need the bread!"

Her searching fingers unzipped his fly and removed his rampant cock from its resting place.

"Oooo\" she squealed. "What a lovely hunk of meat! I bet you're some cocksman!"

Rozz dropped to her knees. His prick was in her mouth before he could protest. Greedy sucking sounds came from her mouth. "Mmmmm!" she murmured, pushing his hard-on in and out between her teasing lips.

She snaked several fingers into the gap in his fly. His balls were captured and fondled while her mouth continued to entice him.

"Wait, wait!" he protested. He pushed her head away. "If we're going to play, I may as well get comfortable." He started to remove his clothes.

"It's not that I don't trust you!" she said. "Do you mind paying me up front?"

He pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Too bad you don't take master charge!"

"I'm working on it!" she replied, taking the proffered bills. He was stripped now. "Hey! You're some hunk of man! And well hung! Too bad you don't dig the kinky scene! I got a trip that will blow your mind! I usually charge more for it."

"What kind of kinky scene?" he asked, his carnal curiosity accepting her bait.

"Well, I have this john! He likes to be tied up and aroused," Rozz explained. "I work on different parts of him until his nuts are ready to pop. That's the reason he gets tied up. He gets so hot, he could rape me. Then I sit down on his cock and he fucks me like crazy."

The graphic description aroused Bobby. "Why can't you do it without tying me up?"

"Are you kidding? Like I said, it's mind-blowing. I don't want to take any chances. Come on, let's fuck! How do you want it? Half and half? A straight blow job? Or maybe a little Greek style? Like lover back up to me!" she said. "Name your pleasure!"

"Supposing I let you do it your way? Will you do it for the same price?" he asked.

"Well-1-1!" she drawled. "I wouldn't normally do it for that price but time is fleeting. Tell you what! I'll do it for the quarter but after I finish, if you feel it's worth more, will you give it to me?"

"It's a deal!" Bobby answered. "What do I do?"

"Just stretch out on the bed and relax," she instructed. Picking up a small case, she carried it with her to the bed.

"What have you got in there?" he asked.

"When I'm on the job, it's a sample case. Otherwise, I've got some goodies in here for you," she told him. She removed the leather manacles and cuffed a hand to the bed.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he questioned with a hint of panic.

"Relax! I told you I have to get the John tied up." Rozz cuffed his other hand while he was still hesitant. Taking out another set of manacles, she locked his legs to the bed. He was spread-eagled on the bed and vulnerable.

She produced the eyeshade. "What's that for?" he asked. Concern edged his voice. "What is this?. Some kind of a rip-off?" He twisted his head trying to avoid the blindfold.

Rozz succeeded in getting it on. "Don't worry, I won't kill you! It's part of the act. You'll find each part of this scene more exciting if you can't see what's going on!"

Martha moved out of the closet at Rozz's last words. Bobby was now disabled, so to speak. He couldn't see her. It was perfect!

Rozz winked at her as she picked up the brush. "I call this part The Torture of a Thousand Delights" Rozz said.

She brought the hairs of the brush against his cock, rubbing it up and down the shaft in soft gentle sweeps.

Bobby squirmed as the hairs prickled his flesh. "Hey! That's wild! What is it?"

There was no reply. The brush stroked his stiff pole and swept over the crown. Rozz moved the bristles down to his balls, tickling his scrotum. She picked up his nuts and dusted the perineum with a few strokes. He continued to wriggle as the soft bristles tantalized him.

"See what I mean?" Rozz addressed him. "How do you like it so far?"

"Great, great!" he exclaimed.

The brush moved over his body in erratic sweeps. She moved it over the flat aureole on his chest. "That's the beginning!" she announced. "To warm you up a little!"

Martha handed Rozz the fake cock. A big grin spread across Martha's face. She was loving every minute of this! Rozz took the vibrating dildo. She also took the jar of Vaseline handed to her. Sticking the cock into the jar, she coated it with the greasy lubricant, removing some of the excess with a finger.

"You're going to love this!" Rozz told him. Her coated finger stabbed past his asshole. His hips jerked at the unfamiliar insertion.

"Hey! What are you doing?" There was a little apprehension in his tone.

"Relax, honey! I'm turning you on!" Rozz answered. Her finger rubbed the pliant muscles in his asshole in an erotic massage. "See, it's not so bad, right?"

"Not bad! When does it get exciting again?" he asked.

She withdrew the finger. "How about a little kiss to show you like it so far?"

Martha moved on top of him, straddling his chest. She squatted, bringing her cunt close to his mouth. Her cunt was damp from the excitement aroused in her by this scene. He kissed her twat and began to lick it. The contact of his tongue sent thrilling lances spearing her spine. Bobby started to press his oral spatula between the dampened lips. She swung off, nodding to Rozz.

"Not bad, not bad!" Rozz said. "At least you dig eating pussy! Some guys don't!"

Her hands caressed his body in a gentle massage. She curled her fingers about his bony shaft. Rozz stroked up and down in languid rubs. Martha drew close and cupped his balls. The two of them played with his genitals. Martha slipped a finger into his ass and started to frig him. They teased him like this for a short while.

Martha nodded and Rozz picked up the prepared dildo. Fitting it against the sepia puckered hole, she forced an entry.

"Hey! Stop, stop!" Bobby protested. "What are you trying to do? Stop, stop!"

"Oh, come on!" Rozz chided him. "You're a big boy now! You can take it!"

Martha turned on the knob and the dildo hummed into action. Bobby struggled with his shackles, trying to break free. The bed shook and groaned from his efforts as he rocked his hips in an effort to shake loose the vibrator. It was implanted deep in his hole.

"Relax! Enjoy!" Rozz advised him in soothing tones. "There's nothing like a good vibrator tickling your ass!"

Martha was having difficulty in holding back her laughter at his discomfort. This was only the beginning! They had a few more goodies planned for her loving husband!

Bobby started to groan. "Stop, stop! I'm going to come!"

Rozz reached for his cock where the crown joined the shaft. She squeezed down tight. At the same time, she removed the vibrating dildo. "Can't let it go to waste, yet!" she said.

She kissed his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back, meeting her tongue with his in a deep kiss.

"I told you this was a big turn on!" she commented, interrupting the kiss. "Do you dig hairless cunts?"

"Yes!" he answered in impatient annoyance. "Let's get on with the rest of this!"

"Would you like me to shave off your pubic hairs?" she asked.

The two women shrugged trying to restrain their amusement.

"No, no! For crying out loud! No!" he protested. "Let me loose! I've had enough of this nonsense!"

"You haven't gotten your money's worth yet!" Rozz insisted. She took the hand vibrator Martha handed her. Turning in on, she moved her pulsating fingers over his body.

"You're up tight! What you need is a little massage to help relax you. Take it easy!" Rozz advised him.

"I bet Martha put you up to this!" he accused her.

"Who's Martha? Oh, your wife! Why would she put me up to this?" she asked.

Martha's body shrugged and she clamped her lips to hold back the laugh. Her cheeks puffed out as she stifled it.

"Forget it!" he snapped.

"Hey! Stop being so up tight! I'm trying to earn my twenty-five dollars! Relax!" Rozz said.

Her throbbing fingers moved down to his prick as she cupped his balls, letting the vibrating throbs penetrate his scrotum. Bobby undulated his pelvis as the tantalizing pulsations aroused him. The hand moved against the inside of his thighs and massaged his perineum.

"All right, all right! That's enough!" he declared in annoyance. "Let's get down to the fucking! I want to get this over with!"

The vibrating massage stopped. She brought her hand away and turned off the machine. "You are a hard guy to please! I've a good mind to let you loose and give you back your money!"

"Suits me fine!" he snapped in irritation.

"I said I've a good mind, but it's against my principles to see a dissatisfied customer," she answered. "I'll just have to keep working on you until I get the right responses!"

She started to move away. "Where are you going?" he wanted to know.

"To the john! Don't worry! I'll be right back!" she assured him. "Don't go away!"

Rozz padded out and Martha tiptoed out with her. Out of earshot, she asked Martha, "How am I doing?"

"Great! I love it! I was afraid I'd break up. Do you want to let him screw you?" she asked.

They heard Bobby shouting for Rozz's return. Rozz tilted her head toward the room. "He's really up tight! I'm ready to fuck him. That will be your cue to come in!"

"I think we ought to shave his hair off!" Martha said.

Rozz clapped her hands. "Okay! Get the cream, razor, and pan of water for rinsing. After that, we'll finish him off."

They returned to the room. At the sound of the footsteps, Bobby started to swear. "Where the fuck were you? I've been yelling myself blue in the face to get loose."

"I was getting a little surprise ready for you," she answered. The shaving bomb was depressed and she squirted out the cream.

His body jerked as she rubbed the cream into his pubic hairs. He started to yell obscenities and strain at his bonds. She ignored him and continued to prepare him for shaving. The razor scraped against the hairs and he swore, threatening her with bodily harm.

Martha watched her friend's handiwork as the hairs vanished. When the job was finished, his groin looked more grotesque than hers. It looked strange seeing his limp cock resting against the bare skin.

Her fingers closed about his prick. Using soft tugs, she tried to restore its previous stanchion state. As his dick responded to her ministrations, Martha bowed her head and sucked his cock a little to help maintain its rigidity. She nodded to Rozz. "Okay, honey! Let's wrap this up in a blaze of glory! Let's see if you know how to use that thing for something else besides taking a leak!" Rozz said.

She straddled his hips with her cunt poised above his waiting shaft. Her fingers parted her thick cuntal lips and fitted it about the cockhead. Rozz pressed down and his stiff dick disappeared into the recesses of her snatch. The hard piece of flesh was imbedded deep in her quim.

Rozz winked at Martha as she wriggled her ass, grinding his shaft into her cuntal muscles.

"How's that feel?" Rozz asked. "Come on, let's see you fuck!" she urged.

The manacles limited his movement. "I, can't move too much tied down like this!" he complained. "Let me loose!"

"Not until you shoot your load!" Rozz insisted. She continued to ride his cock.

Bobby moved his hips in coital drives in spite of his limited movements. "That's it, honey!" she encouraged him. "You're doing fine! Keep it up!"

Martha watched their movements, wishing she was riding her husband's cock. The sight of their coital thrusts evoked a salacious salivation in her twat. She reached for her damp coosy and rubbed it. For the time being, her self-stimulation had to serve her.

"Come on, Bobby!" Rozz exhorted him. "Shoot your load! Let me feel that hot juicy come drowning my pussy!"

"Keep shaking that cunt of yours a little bit more!" he told her. "I'm almost there!"

She kept undulating her pelvis, abrading his prick with her erogenous flesh. "Now, you got it!" he said.

His cock spasmed. Rozz's twat was sprayed with an effusion of his sperm. She kept riding his cock while the effusion of come continued to fill her cunt. The hard erupting fountain grew soft and his flow of jism became a weak drip.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rozz asked.

"What the hell is going on here?" Martha demanded.

"I knew it, I knew it! I was set up!" Bobby declared. "This whole scene is a set up!"

Rozz removed the blindfold. He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the change in light.

The two women were laughing. Bobby looked at them from his bound position.

"Okay, okay! You've had your little joke! Let me loose!" he insisted. "I can't understand why the hell you went to all this trouble!" he said. "Just because I left you up at the cabin for a week-end!"

"How's Frank and Stan?" Martha asked.

"Who?" Bobby asked, pretending ignorance.

"Don't give me that innocence stuff!" Martha replied. "I'm just getting back for that brain-storm of yours. We're going to turn you loose! But we're not finished with you! You have to agree to submit to our little initiation or else I'll really be mad!"

"You mean that whole bit yesterday was an act?" he asked.

"That's right, dear!" Martha answered. "And if you don't cooperate with us, you're going to see the real thing!"

"All right, all right! I give up!" Bobby surrendered. "I promise to do everything you want! Just turn me loose!"

"I wanted you to know some of the things your friends did to me," she told him. "And with your blessings! I'm sure you'll enjoy the surprises I have for you."

He nodded as they removed the shackles. "I can't wait! I've already experienced a few of them."

"Those openers were mild," Martha said. "We were just warming up!"

'That's what I'm afraid of!" Bobby answered, chafing his wrists.