Chapter 8
It was eleven thirty and Jane was not at home! Jack called Benson's office, but there was no answer! It was just not like her to go off and not call or leave a message.
Jack sat nervously in front of his fireplace and poured himself a tall, stiff, straight glass of whiskey and downed more than half of it in one gulp!
Jesus! Was he nervous! He sat there in the dark, just staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring! A million paranoid thoughts raced through Jack's mind, and the effects of the booze even made it worse. A thousand things could've happened to Jane! She could've been involved in an automobile accident. She could've run out of gas in a strange part of town. Why, she could've even been kidnapped!
His numbed fingers called Benson's office again, but again . . . there was no answer. Jack continued to stare at the phone as he finished what was in his glass and poured himself another.. . .
. . . and another . . .
. . . and another.
An hour and a half had passed since Jack had first initiated his nervous drinking and he had belted down over half the bottle of straight scotch! He was quite drunk, but drunk enough to know that it was one o'clock in the morning and that his wife was not yet home!
Jack was falling prey to that peculiar quality of alcohol which caused a person to seek some plan of action, and, Jack finally decided that he could no longer sit there the rest of the night, but had to do something!
He would go to Benson's office, he would go to the building where Benson's office was and at least ask the night custodian crew if they had seen Jane. It would be a start! Jack realized he was in no shape to drive, so he summoned up what was left of his motor faculties to dial a cab and was soon in the lobby of the building where Benson's office was located. There was no one in the lobby, except a receptionist who said she could not possibly have seen Jane as she was on duty at one o'clock. Jack found the elevator and took it up to the eighth floor and located the entrance to Benson's office. Jack was just drunk and gutsy enough to kick open Benson's office door. Jack stumbled around in Benson's office, drunkenly trying to find an appointment book or something that would give him evidence that Jane had been there.
Then Jack heard it; the sound seemed to be coming from far away, but it was definitely there; the sound of men laughing, Jack followed the direction of the sound and found himself in front of the door behind which his wife was being held helplessly captive.
"No! Pi case, no!" Jane protested behind the locked door.
"Jane! Jane!" Jack shouted. The booze seemed to give him added strength, for he placed his foot on the door, gave a heave with his entire body, and forced the door open!
"Jane!" Jack shouted.
Benson had a quick and sharp mind, and it took him only a few seconds to figure out what had happened; he knew that this man had to be Jane's husband and that he had somehow traced her to this place! But Benson wanted anything but a confrontation. He had to figure out some way to cover this thing up! He made a signal for a couple of the men to restrain Jane and cup her mouth. Two men instantly responded and dragged Jane off to a corner of the room where they held her so that she could not utter a word.
Benson walked up to Jack.
"Can I help you, I'm Dr. Benson and this is my private club."
"Yes, sir," Jack said as he staggered very visible under the debilitating effects of the booze. "I'm looking for my wife, Jane, Jane Simpson, she had an appointment with you."
The men listened in silence as Benson began to perpetrate a cunning hoax on Jack.
Benson immediately deduced from Jack's appearance that Jack was very close to being knock-down, drag-out drunk. Benson also knew that Jack could probably see only a few feet in front of him due to the dim candlelight of the room and his intensely inebriated state
"Why yes, yes, Mr. Simpson, Jane is here. You see, I invited you and her to my private club tonight as a good will gesture to welcome you and her to town. She's been trying to call you all night. I think that's where she is now. You wait right here and I'll go get her."
As Benson walked out of Jack's range of sight, he hastily picked up Jane's clothes and motioned for Debbie to follow him out of the room.
"Give that man a drink, a tall one," Benson said.
Luke, who had quickly put his clothes on made Jack the most potent Black Russian he could manage and handed it to the unsuspecting husband.
Jack's mind was so confused and numbed by the booze that he was simply glad to hear that Jane was all right, and he paid little attention to examining the details of Benson's story.
Jane watched helplessly as Debbie returned into the room wearing her clothes!
Yes, Benson had a daring and unconventional plan in mind for this evening.
Benson realized that if he had a couple of his goons work over Jack, it would be an inconvenient and ugly situation; no, what he had in mind was far more clever and, in the long run, would be far more interesting! And the entire plan all depended on . . . Debbie.
As Debbie approached Jack with a drink in her hand to offer him, Benson extinguished some of the candles so to make it even more difficult for Jack to see as Debbie walked up to Jack and said in a low, sexy, whispery voice:
"Sorry I didn't get a hold of you before now, honey, but I tried, something must be wrong with our phone at home."
There was a moment of hushed, tension-filled silence in the room as Benson and the men expectantly waited to see if Jack would fall for Debbie's attempt at impersonating his wife!
"Jane," Jack said as his eyes focused on nothing in particular about Debbie, but her general, feminine form and the familiar pattern of Jane's clothes! "I've been trying to get you all night."
"Have a drink," Debbie said as she put the glass to Jack's lips and helped him finish the potent liquor in one gulp while Luke handed her another one to give the unsuspecting husband!
Jane could not believe that these incredible events were happening! So . . . that was it!
Benson really had a cruel plan in store for her and her innocently drunken unsuspecting husband! Yes, Jane knew exactly what Benson had in mind . . . he was going to have Debbie impersonate herself, and Jack was now so drunk that he might not even discover the difference!
"Let's go over to a nice, private, secluded table," Debbie said.
"Shure! Les go!" Jack said, slurring his words in his drunken condition, and suddenly feeling elated that he had found his wife, Jack put his arm around Debbie's shoulder and let her lead him to a table in the corner of the huge room that was far away from all the men!
Benson walked over to Jane whose mouth was still covered by the huge hand of the man in back of her and whispered in a low, threatening voice:
"The deal's still on! You do just as you're told! I'm gonna tell him to let go of your mouth, and when I do, I don't want no goddamn screaming! Cause, there's not a fuckin thing your husband can do! He's so fuckin drunk, he thinks you're Debbie! And, you should be happy, Jane. This way, no one gets hurt or roughed up! Just think, I could've had a couple of my boys rough him up, but this way, well everything's cool!
God! Jane screamed to herself. Everything's cool? EVERYTHING'S COOL?
Oh God, these men were going to fuck her while her husband was in the same room with her and Benson was saying that EVERYTHING WAS COOL!
But, on the other hand, she thought, Benson did have a point. Why drag Jack into this? He was drunk . . . there was absolutely no way he could help her physically overpower these lust-crazed men, he would only get hurt. Besides, even if Jack had the strength of Superman, there was nothing he could do about the antidote!
"Will you not scream and yell for help?" Benson asked. "What you two do after this is over is your business. Then we'll all be anonymous again."
Jane nodded her head in agreement as she realized that, in the ultimate analysis, she had no other choice!
It was a distinct relief to feel the man take his hand from around her mouth, and Jane could suddenly breathe easier again.
Benson winked across the room at Debbie as though he and her had some pre-arranged plan of action.
Jane was too far away to hear what Debbie was saying to her husband, but not too far away to see Debbie move her chair around to Jack's side and run her hand arousingly through Jack's thick, curly hair!
"I'm so happy to see you," Debbie said to Jack. "I'm so, so happy I met Dr. Benson, he's such a nice man! We're very privileged to be in his own private club, not many people get this kind of treatment! By the way darling, we can do anything you want to here! Nobody's watching!"
Jack was much too drunk to know or care whether anybody was watching or not and he felt his dick stiffen to incredible proportions as Debbie grabbed a handful of his crotch!
"Anything we want?" Jack asked, drunkenly.
"Have another drink," Debbie said as she filled Jack's glass from a fresh glass of scotch which Luke had brought.
"O.K., boys," Benson said as he salaciously eyed Jane's deliciously tanned, naked, trembling body, "Take it easy for awhile. Let Debbie get started and then we'll really work Jane over!"
So that was it! Debbie was going to get Jack's attention by making advances to him while this group of total strangers worked their unspeakable lusts on his wife! Never in her life did Jane ever think that she would end up in such a shameful and humiliating situation! The thought of being abused and mauled by a group of total strangers was bad enough. To have the most secret and private areas of her married tits, cunt and ass wantonly abused and mauled by a group of drunk, sex-starved men! But, the ultimate shame was the degrading fact that her own husband was going to be in the same room with her!
"O.K. boys," Benson said, "why don't you warm up with a good feel!"
Benson pushed Jane savagely forward into the group of eagerly waiting men, and she felt their strong and powerful hands lift her high into the air, carrying her over to the shiny bar top and stretch her out like they were a group of surgeons about to engage in a secret operation. Tears of true, feminine shame filled Jane's blue, pretty eyes as she stared into the cold, cruel, hard eyes of her captors and knew that each of them wanted to shove his cock into the secret slit between her married thighs!
The men were virtually all around her! They were lined around her on both sides of the bar and a man knelt above her head and one was below her by her feet! They all began slowly rubbing their strange hands over her body, slowly savoring the delectable, irresistible warmth of her female flesh. The hands seemed like they were everywhere! They kneaded, squeezed, and pinched her red-tipped, high-peaked breasts, while someone rudely poked about her navel like a hunter exploring a wild animal he had brought to bay. Another pair of hands was crudely mauling about the pouting entrance to her married pussy!
Suddenly, one of the men leaned forward and planted his thick, fleshy lips on the unguarded bud of her married breasts and sucked voraciously on her delectable tit-flesh! Jane tried to push the man away, but was instantly restrained by the cunt-crazed men who pushed her hard down against the bar.
"Let's see what her little pussy's like!" one of the men shouted as he swigged from a bottle of scotch with his free hand and shoved his stiffened middle finger into the naked slit of her married cunt with the other!
"Please! Please!" Jane pleaded. "Not in my cunt! No please!"
The man paid her no heed, but snorted as he took a long, burning swig of the amber liquid and continued to crudely push his naked finger into the bruised heat of the hapless young wife's naked twat!
"Oh yeah!" the man chortled, "Oh yeah, her cunt's tight as a fuckin drum-head! Anybody fucks hers gonna have himself a real good time!"
Tears of sharp humiliation welled up in Jane's dark, brown eyes as the men continued to refer to the most secret parts of her naked body in such a wicked and cruel manner! Yes, this wets the ultimate in humiliation!
Jane prayed that Jack did not notice that his own wife was in the same room with him being abused and mauled by a group of total strangers! God! What would she do if Jack were to see her in this condition! Imagine! ill
For her own husband to see her pussy with someone else's finger embedded in it! The men continued to massage and rub Jane's body. But that was the least of Jane's worries for she glanced out of the corner of her eye and beheld an incredible sight across the room: Debbie had pressed her lips against Jack's mouth and was hotly frenching him, her magic agile tongue snaking in true arousal with telling effect down his throat!
"Ummmmmm!" Debbie moaned as she rubbed Jack's crotch and felt his cock and balls swell to bursting fullness beneath her magic touch. Jack was drunk enough, and Debbie was woman enough, and what happened next was no accident: Debbie and Jack sank down to the floor and Jack lay stretched out on the soft, plush carpet of the room and Debbie lay beside him. Jane watched in disbelief as Debbie opened Jack's shirt, slipped off his undershirt and began working her tongue over Jack's hair-matted chest!
"Turn 'er over!" one of the men standing by Jane said. "I wanna have a look at her sweet little ass!"
The men flipped Jane over so that her backside was now nakedly displayed for all the men to see! Jane felt a myriad of hands race over the delicious curves and hollows of her naked back, along the slender tapering of her tight, nude waist, and over the high, proud swells of her twin asscheeks. Jane's married buttocks shuddered in shame as one of the men rudely and blatantly snaked his thick, wet hot tongue into the fleshy cleavage of her bottom. Jane quivered and struggled as the man freely explored her naked backside, thrusting his burrowing tongue deep into her asscrack!
Debbie had plans of her own and Jane watched in disbelief as Debbie worked off Jack's pants and boxer shorts to reveal his thick meaty cock which pointed at the ceiling at a forty-five degree angle.
"Ya 'shur is alright?" Jack said.
"Sure, honey," Debbie whispered as she took Jack's blue-veined cock between her nimble fingers and began pulling and squeezing on it as it swelled to even greater thickness and length! Jane watched in total shock as Debbie stood up for a moment and completely removed all of her clothes and stood naked before the unsuspecting husband who thought that this delicious hunk of teenage feminine flesh was his own wife! Debbie sank to her knees and took Jack's prick in both of her hands and flicked her tongue salaciously in the air and it brushed against Jack's mushroom-shaped cock-head. Then the wanton red-head opened her eager, hungry mouth and tightly encapsulated the head of Jack's dick between her blood-red lips as Jane looked on in total helplessness!
"Oh Janey, baby," Jack moaned as Debbie's tongue raced arousingly along the thick underside of his adulterous cock, "that feels sooooo good!"
Debbie began slowly bobbing her head up and down as her saliva coated Jack's fully upraised manhood with a glistening coat of moisture, not unlike the warm, lubricating liquid from a naked cunt. Debbie's lips flattened out against the hot, surface of Jack's hard, throbbing member as her cheeks hollowed while her free hand drove into the twin, swollen orbs of Jack's leathery testicles. There was absolutely no doubt that Debbie was an expert cocksucker, her motions were in perfect rhythm and coordination with each other and she was dead intent on milking Jack's prick until he shot his white-hot cum into the nether depths of her adulterous belly! Debbie made a fist and shoved it into the hairy curve of Jack's crotch, just below the swells of his semen-filled balls and he tightened his athletic belly and reached forward with his hands until he found the lithe, tapering forms of Debbie's naked legs. Jane watched in total disbelief as her own husband pulled Debbie's sumptuous thighs over his face and Debbie's naked ass wriggled into position!
Debbie wasted no time in stretching her naked thighs widely apart to reveal the glistening, fragrant bush of her naked pussy, then sank them with swift accuracy over
Jack's face, all in full view of the hopelessly splayed Jane! Jack moaned in male arousal as he felt Debbie's warm, supple thighs crowd over his face and his dick stiffened all the more as Debbie wriggled her naked buttocks in open invitation for him to lick her fiery, willing pussy! Jack flicked his tongue from his mouth and ran his thick, hot, wet appendage over the nerve-packed, sensitive cuntal folds of the pagan redhead's deliciously smelling pussy!
Hmmmmmmm, Debbie said to herself, this might not be so bad after all, maybe Jane's old man could give her pussy a good lickin' after all!
A few of the men were getting very impatient watching Debbie's hot little ass work over Jack's face and Luke, whose cock was now swollen to steely stiffness once again, had been waiting all night to get a piece of Jane's tight teenage married ass, said:
"All right, Doc, let me fuck her! Let me fuck her now!"
"She's all yours!" Benson said with a malicious sneer on his face!