Chapter 2
Gary Webster adjusted his tie and smoothed a hand along the side of his carefully combed sandy-brown hair, both gestures for the fifth time since he and Caroline had left their apartment to drive to Rich Sutherland's company house, shortly before nine that night. He felt nervous excitement at the prospect of this evening with one of Douglas and Capp's important wheels. He had met Sutherland once, briefly, at a meeting, and had been impressed by the man's suavity and bearing. One of these days, and in the not too distant future, he would have that kind of stature ... both physical and professional.
As the young couple ascended the brick steps up to the front door, Gary gazed at the figure of his lovely blonde wife. She wore a simple wine-colored dress which clung to her full, rounded breasts and perfectly globed buttocks. It ended just above her knees ... not too long, not too short, and accentuated the long litheness of her beautiful columnar legs. She had her hair down, as he liked her to wear it, strands of the long golden tresses curling around to frame her face and rest on the upswell of her bosom. She was a vision in radiant beauty, Gary thought. And yet, there was something troubling her. He could see it reflected in her soft blue-grey eyes.
He had sensed her inner unrest when he had come home from the office a little past six. She had seemed withdrawn, ashamed about something, but when he had asked her what was the matter, she had told him it was nothing at all and averted her eyes. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what could have upset her that way ... she wasn't normally given to moods and periods of depression. But then, you never knew what it was that was bothering women most of the time. Probably some inconsequential matter that would, if she relented to explain, seem patently silly as a basis for such anguish.
He had thought for a while after he'd come home that she was going to remain moody and uncommunicative, but she had responded to his joking, light banter and seemed to snap out of it somewhat. She was smiling now as they were going up the steps to the door of the elegant brick house, but he could still discern that troubled air about her. Well, at least she wasn't completely undemonstrative. A few drinks, and she'd come out of it once and for all, and start to giggle, the way she always did after the second drink of any kind of liquor at all.
Gary whistled softly under his breath as he escorted his wife to the door at the top of the steps. He whispered to Caroline, "We are consorting with members of the upper echelon tonight, sweetheart. Our future peers, if I may be so modest."
"You may, sir," Caroline said with an effort at a frivolous tone to match that of Gary's. "It's going to be a fun evening, isn't it honey?" There was an almost plaintive emphasis on that last sentence.
"That it is," Gary assured her. He put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder affectionately, then released her and lifted the gold knocker. He let it fall, and the sound echoed faintly through the hallway-foyer inside.
Almost immediately, the door was opened and the smiling face of Rich Sutherland looked out at them. He wore a dark blue lounging jacket with a pale silk cravat, black slacks and grey hair was immaculately combed. His smile widened as his bright blue' eyes roamed approvingly over his part-time secretary. "You look beautiful tonight, Caroline my dear," he said with genuine enthusiasm. "Positively gorgeous."
Caroline blushed appreciatively. "Why ... thank you, Mr. Sutherland!"
Sutherland beamed at her and then turned to Gary. They shook hands warmly. "Good to see you again, my boy," Sutherland said. "I hear you're doing very well at Douglas and Capp."
Gary tried an off-hand shrug. "Well, I'm still learning," he said.
"You'll do very well if your work so far is any indication," Sutherland said confidently. He took Caroline's arm and ushered her and Gary inside, shutting the door behind him.
They were in a huge living room, furnished tastefully with a combination of antique and modern furniture and pieces of art. There was a good sized brick fireplace, with a wide hearth stacked with cordwood and wrought iron fixtures, that comprised more than half of one side wall. At the other was a large, oiled walnut bar with four stools in dark leather, its surface covered with crystal decanters and glassware and liquor of what seemed to Gary and Caroline every conceivable kind. The entire rear wall was a huge view window with sliding glass doors that opened out onto a balcony running the width of the house.
On a long, low couch near the center of the cavernous room sat a strikingly beautiful woman in a shimmering silver gown that seemed to Caroline to be scandalously revealing, ending just below the apex of long, symmetrically proportioned legs equally as good as her own. She had long, black hair and a red mouth, and her beauty was loud and sensual where Caroline and quiet and somewhat virginal. She rose as the Websters approached with her husband and smiled with her moist warm lips. The silver-colored gown seemed to rustle with husky whispers as she moved, and clung to her rich, high breasts and sharply defined, protruding buttocks.
Rich Sutherland said, "Gary and Caroline Webster, I'd like you to meet my wife, Samantha Sutherland. Sammie, Gary and Caroline."
Samantha rubbed the palms of her hands along her sleek sides as if she were a languorous cat. Caroline thought a little spitefully, I don't like her at all. She acts like she's going to start purring any minute. And look at the expression on Gary's face. He's captivated by her, the way men always are over these ... these oversexed sirens like Mrs. Samantha Sutherland! Caroline wondered then if she was becoming jealous, and decided that she was. Not that she had any cause, of course, it was only natural for men to be attracted to a woman who was so obviously sensuous. Don't get your claws out, she cautioned herself. This had to be a fun evening for Gary's sake ... and yes, for her own after the traumatic self-abuse she had succumbed to that afternoon.
She said, "How do you do, Mrs. Sutherland. I'm very pleased to meet you."
"And I, you," Samantha said in a husky contralto. She turned her smoldering green eyes on Gary and took his hand. "How sweet of you to come tonight, Gary," she cooed.
Gary flushed slightly as her hand seemed to linger in his longer than necessary. "Glad we came," he managed, feeling some what at a loss for words for the first time since his teens. This Samantha Sutherland was probably the most alluring woman he had ever seen outside of a movie theater, and he found himself involuntarily wondering what it would be like to take her to bed. God, she could probably fuck the ass right off of you, he thought, and then blushed again at the lewdness of the idea. No use in harboring a lot of crazy thoughts that weren't going to get him anything anyway.
Still, she was a damned fascinating woman....
Rich Sutherland said, "Have a seat beside Sammie on the couch. I'll mix us some drinks. Have you any preference?"
"Well," Gary answered, "I'd like Scotch, if you have it, with soda. And I think Caroline will have a rum and Coke. Is that all right, honey?"
"Fine," Caroline smiled.
Sutherland said, "Sammie?"
"Another Drunken apricot, dear," she breathed. "That's champagne and southern comfort," she smiled.
Sutherland went to the walnut bar and began to mix the drinks. As he did so, he allowed himself a secretive smile and let his eyes undress Caroline Webster. If things went as planned, he thought, this was going to be a night he and Sammie and the Websters weren't going to forget for some time to come.
Neither Caroline nor Gary noticed that he made both of their drinks double-strength.
After the initial introductions, the evening seemed to progress rapidly, and in spite of her immediate dislike for the raven -haired green-eyed Sammie, Caroline found herself developing a certain camaraderie with the woman. Gary and Rich were discussing the law profession in depth, the new tax code change affecting Americans working abroad, the use of bugging and wire-taps in divorce courts, the advent of socialized medicine and how it would affect doctors in future years. The two men seemed to be getting along famously. Caroline found Samantha to be surprisingly intelligent, a somewhat paradoxical quality in a woman of her sensual physical appearance, and they were soon talking on topics ranging from a recipe for Escalope de Veau a la Creme to the damage being wrought by indiscriminate polluting of the world's natural resources.
The first drink Rich Sutherland had given Caroline had been a little strong for her liking, but she hadn't wanted to seem immature or impolite ... and so she hadn't said anything. She had drunk it slowly, and when she'd finally finished it, he'd made her another that hadn't seemed too strong at all. Probably just her imagination with the first one, she'd mused, and proceeded to drink the second with a bit less caution as she and Sammie talked. When she was again finished, Rich Sutherland dutifully poured her a third rum and Coke.
Although she wasn't really consciously aware of it, the amount of liquor Caroline was consuming began to have a marked effect on her. Gradually, she experienced a physical relacing of her body. The tenseness which her onanistic practice of the afternoon had instilled in her evaporated, and with its leaving went the guilt and shame she had harbored since her actions. She was completely relaxed by then, happy and carefree once again in the company of the man she loved and two people with whom she was enjoying herself immensely.
Gary, too, had noticed the strongness of his Scotch when Sutherland had handed him that first drink, but he had considered it a result of the well-known attorney's flare for being a gracious and liberal host. Besides, he liked his drinks with a little kick in them ... and he could hold his liquor with the best of men when he drank, even though he didn't indulge very often. He felt completely at ease with Rich Sutherland, and as the hour of midnight drew nigh, he found himself as complacently secure as he had ever been in his life. Rich Sutherland could be ... he hoped was going to be ... a valued and valuable friend, furthering Gary's career both directly and indirectly. Tonight could be the beginning of a long and satisfactory relationship.
Caroline drained the last swallow of her third drink, and Rich Sutherland got to his feet immediately. "Another, my dear?" he asked.
"Well...." Caroline giggled reflexively, and then excused herself and said, "Yes ... I think I will have another, Mr. Sutherland."
"Rich," he insisted. "There's no need for office formality here, Caroline."
"Then ... yes, I'd love another drink, Rich."
Samantha looked at her watch. "It's eleven-thirty," she said. "Don't you think it's time we opened some of that vintage champagne you had imported, baby?"
"Excellent idea," Sutherland enthused. "I have it on ice behind the bar."
"Mmmmmmm!" Caroline exclaimed. "I simply adore champagne!"
"Especially imported champagne," Gary said, grinning.
"This is quite good," Samantha told them, although she didn't add that it was also quite potent. "I think you'll like it. We certainly do."
"I'm sure we will," Caroline said, with a soft bubbling laugh. She was beginning to feel slightly giddy, almost light-headed, from the four rum and cokes she'd consumed over the course of the evening ... usually, two drinks were her absolute limit.
Rich Sutherland popped the cork on a gold-foil encased magnum he produced from behind the walnut bar, and poured four crystal champagne glasses of the golden liquid. They drank a toast to one another's health and happiness, and the attorney refilled their glasses. Another toast to Gary's success when he graduated law school and again Sutherland poured.
Caroline seemed to be floating on a pleasant, euphoric cloud, and she realized fully for the first time that she was very drunk. It was such a good feeling to be very drunk, she thought. Why hadn't she gotten very drunk more often if the feeling was this good? She felt strong hands pulling her to her feet, and strong arms encircle her, and she saw the smiling face of her husband before her eyes. She brought her arms up and clung to Gary's neck as he kissed her, opening her mouth to accept his tongue eagerly. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, enjoying the feeling of sensuality which the liquor had sent rippling through her and the embrace of Gary had magnified. She could feel his penis, pressing against her abdomen, jerk slightly in his pants, and she knew he was aroused by her passionate kiss.
But then a voice said close to her ear, "How about a kiss for your employer, my dear?" Caroline and Gary broke apart, and she giggled as she saw Sutherland affect a mock pout at her ignoring of him. He seemed to be feeling the effects of the evening's liquor consumption as well.
She took a stop forward, putting her hands boldly on his shoulders and said, "Of course you can have a kiss, Rich!"
He gathered her into his arms, and his mouth closed over hers, lightly at first and then more ardently as she responded to his expert movements. His breath smells sweet and warm, she thought, even with the odor of liquor on it. And numbly she kissed him. And he really knows how to kiss ... his lips are so soft ... oh, I feel so wicked, letting my boss kiss me this way with my husband standing right there, but after all it is a party and there's no harm will come of it....
Suddenly, Sutherland's mouth pressured hers open wide and his tongue slipped along her lips, darted inside to meet hers. Caroline felt a tremor of excitement course through her at such familiarity, and instead of being angered or frightened, she was oddly responsive to his invasion of her mouth. She clung to him almost as passionately as she had clung to her husband moments earlier, and allowed his hot, warm tongue to fill her mouth for a long moment, swirling round and round her own, before she drew back, giggling, to break the embrace.
As soon as his wife had begun kissing Rich Sutherland, Gary had immediately turned toward the voluptuous Samantha. What the hell? he thought with the lack of inhibition the champagne and brandy had combined to bring about, there wasn't anything wrong with kissing a beautiful and exciting temptress like Samantha Sutherland, not if her husband was standing right there kissing his wife, now was there? Besides, he was feeling pretty damned high ... maybe he couldn't hold the booze was well as he'd thought, not that it mattered much one way or another, and just looking at Sammie during the evening had made him desirous of even so little as a simple kiss. In fact, he had been secretly hoping that he would have an opportunity such as this when he first saw her. Those ripe, bee-stung red lips of Sammie's seemed to glisten invitingly, and she had the damndest little habit of moistening them constantly with the tip of her small pink tongue, making you want to taste them more and more each time you looked at them.
Sammie was smiling when he turned to her, and her eyes said that she knew what he wanted to do and that it was all right. She opened her arms to him, and he pressed close to her, feeling the taut, hard-nippled firmness of her breasts brand his chest hotly, even with the silver lame gown and his suit between their bare flesh. Then his lips were on those swollen soft ones of hers and her mouth parted instantly, her tongue flicking into his mouth to fuse with his, teasing along the ridged roof and over his teeth.
Holy Christ! the young husband thought with surprise. She really knows how to kiss! I'll bet she's something wild in the sack ... I'll bet she even lets Sutherland go down on her, and I'll bet she goes down on him, too ... Christ, it must be nice to have a wife who's really abandoned in bed, who isn't afraid to experiment and try new positions, new ways. Caroline's a damned beautiful woman, and I love her, but all she wants is missionary, no oral sex and no experimentation ... she's just static when it comes to love-making ... that goddamned old lady of hers was the problem, all right, with all the moralistic crap about sex being only for procreation and not to be enjoyed for its own sake....
Sammie's hot, probing tongue began to flash in and out of .Gary's mouth as if she was trying to rape him with it, and he felt his penis give an involuntary leap of arousal. The raven-haired hostess seemed to sense his passion and ground her pelvis tighter against his loins, moving her hips in a slow circular motion. Christ in heaven, what was she doing? Gary thought with liquored confusion. It was almost as if she was trying to screw him standing up, right there with all their clothes on! Hell, she dry-fucked better than Caroline actually made love, and his cock was almost erect from her erotic movements against him.
But then, abruptly, Sammie withdrew her tongue from his mouth and pulled back, smiling sultrily at him with her smoky green eyes sensuously half-lidded. She smoothed her gown with the palms of her hands, as she had done earlier. Gary released several short breaths, flushing guiltily at the small bulge along the right leg of his trousers and darting a look to see if Caroline had noticed his excitement. But she was laughing merrily as Rich put one of the little cocktail napkins on her head, and Gary breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, his cock returned to its normally flaccid state, and he tried to push the incident out of his mind. It couldn't have meant anything anyway, he told himself, the way she'd turned on like that. A hot number like Samantha Sutherland was sure to be ready for a screwing any time, anywhere, and it probably didn't take more than a pat on the fanny to set her sex fires burning.
They started to sing loudly and off-key and then convulsed into gales of laughter. Rich poured them all more drinks, and they drank and laughed until Samantha suggested they put on some music and dance. Gary and Caroline nodded enthusiastic approval of the idea, and Sutherland put on some mood music albums, Tubular Bells, the Magna Carta and Neil Sedaka ... on the stereo located in an impressive bank of stereo components behind a sliding panel in one wall. Caroline and Gary danced together for a while, as did Sammie and Rich, and then they changed partners. The changing seemed the most natural thing in the world to Caroline, who rested her blonde head against Rich Sutherland's shoulder and allowed him to pull her close.
As they moved slowly on the rust-colored carpet, Caroline thought drowsily, This is one of the most wonderful evenings I've ever spent ... so happy and beautiful and perfect, being with the two closest men in my life, my husband and my employer ... oh, I don't want tonight to ever end....
Gary's thoughts as he held Sammie tightly in the fold of his arms were of a different nature. He tried to concentrate on the music, tried to keep from dwelling on the warm softness of the sybaritic woman in his embrace, but it was futile. His mind was filled with lewd thoughts of Sammie Sutherland: how she would look and feel nude, spread out beneath him with her long black curls tangled in his fingers while he fucked into the tightness of her cunt again and again. His cock ached with the growing lust in his body, and was rising again into half-erectness from the contact of her hard abdomen beneath the silver gown.
He told himself again and again that such thoughts were wrong, that he was somehow mentally cheating on his wife by even thinking them. He knew his face and neck were flushing red, and he knew that his pounding heart could be felt and heard by Sammie. What was she thinking? Surely she knew what was on his mind, feeling his cock pressing into her loins. Was she secretly laughing at him? Or, somehow, was she attracted to him? That could be, otherwise, why hadn't she pulled back at the feel of his hard-on? Holy shit, what would she do if he made a pass at her? Would she slap his face, or would she ... ?
His reverie was broken by the sound of his wife's voice. Caroline said, "I ... I feel a little woozy, Rich. I think I'd better sit down." She giggled suddenly. "Think I've had a wee bit too much to drink."
Concern crept into Gary's mind, momentarily overshadowing his salacious thoughts. He drew back from Sammie and watched Rich lead Caroline to the couch and sit her down there. Caroline leaned her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes. Her face was a brilliant red from the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed, and the dancing and merry-making.
Gary went to his wife, unmindful that the bulge along his trouser leg was readily apparent to Rich and Sammie Sutherland unaware of the meaningful looks the two exchanged. He sat beside Caroline and took her hand. Damn! He was feeling that champagne himself. The room seemed to have a haze in it, dulling his vision somewhat, and the inside of his mouth was dry.
He said, "Are you okay, honey? Do you want me to get you anything?"
"She'll be all right," Sutherland said. "She just needs to rest for a few minutes."
"Yes ... " Caroline began. Then she giggled again, fluttering her eyes open, and leaned up to kiss him hard, wetly. Unintentionally, Gary felt himself comparing her kiss with that of Sammie Sutherland's. The older brunette won hands down, and he told himself again to stop such thinking before he did something he would be sorry for.
"I'll be all right, honey, I'll be all ... right." Caroline moaned, laying her head back and closing her eyes again.
"Do you want to go home now?"
"Oh, no! No, Gary, I'm having such a good time...."
Gary felt Sammie's hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up, her husband smiled disarmingly at him. "Give her a few minutes rest, Gary my boy. She's fine, if I know women ... and I think I do. He grinned again.
Gary stood up, and his own smile was lopsided. "Well," he said, "I guess you're right." He blinked his eyes rapidly a few times. "Whew! Guess I'm feeling that champagne, too."
"Why don't you go out onto the balcony and get some fresh air?" Sammie suggested at his shoulder. "It's stopped raining."
"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
She stepped around and took his arm. "Come on, Gary," she urged, and led him toward the view window. She drew back one of the sliding doors and ushered him onto the wet floor of the balcony, and he went to the railing and took several deep breaths. He sensed Samantha coming up beside him, felt her touch him with her body. Then he heard her say words which, with a shock, sobered him almost completely.
She said, "Do you still have a hard-on, Gary? Let me see if you do. Let me see if that cock of yours is still hard."
He turned abruptly, startled by her bold and lewd words. Her eyes lowered to the front of his trousers, and she made a mock pout with her shiny red lips when she saw that there was no bulge present any longer.
He said, "Samantha, what ... ?"
"Now, now," she said throatily, "let's not fence, shall we? I know I gave you a nice hard-on when I was kissing you, and again when I was dancing with you. Why do you think I was rubbing my pussy against that big cock of yours, Gary?"
"I ... I...," he faltered.
She laughed softly, sensually. "I know what you were thinking, you know," she told him confidently. You were thinking that you'd like to fuck me, weren't you? You were thinking that you'd like to put that big hard prick of yours in my cunt and fill me up with a great hot load of your cum. Isn't that right?"
Involuntarily, Gary's penis jumped once more into erection at the continued lasciviousness of Rich Sutherland's wife. It was throbbing wildly in his pants, and his brain was reeling. Why was she talking to him this way? he thought confusedly. What was the matter with her? Was she even more over-sexed than he'd thought ... some kind of nympho or something? She must be crazy to come on to a man she's only just met this way, with her husband and his own wife less than twenty feet away! Didn't she realize what could happen, making lewd suggestions the way she was?
Samantha leaned close to him and put her hand on his chest. She let it remain there for a moment, and then she moved it slowly, oh so slowly, down over his stomach, down over his abdomen, down to cup his genitals in her soft, warm palm!
"Well, Gary?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey against his cheek. "You haven't answered me. You would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Tell me how you'd like to fuck me!"
The young husband didn't know what to think, what to say. He wanted to turn and run inside the apartment again, get away from something he wasn't able to understand and therefore wasn't able to cope with, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and prick brought great swirling billows of heat rising through his loins, and his testicles ached almost painfully with sexual need.
"My cunt is on fire, you know that, don't you, Gary?" Sammie whispered. "My cunt is on fire for your big cock. Oh, and it is big, too, Gary. It's even bigger and harder than I expected it would be!"
She was stroking his prick and balls tantalizingly now, moving closer to him so that the tips of her full, globular tits touched his chest. Then she leaned forward, and her lips touched his cheek. Her tongue came out like a molten firebrand and traced a quick, liquid path down over his jawline and then back up over his lips before she drew her head back again.
"Samantha....Sammie, for God's sake!" he managed.
"I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck...." Sammie breathed in her sensuous voice.
Gary was trembling now, trembling almost uncontrollably. His mind was awhirl with panic-tinged thoughts. Never before had he been faced with a situation as staggering as this one, and he simply couldn't react. He could feel the heat of lust rising still higher inside him from her ministrations, from her lips and tongue, threatening to consume his completely. His whole being was crying out for release.
"First I'll suck you," Sammie said, and the licentious words tore through Gary like a knife through soft butter. "First I'll take your big cock in my mouth and suck you. Maybe I'll even suck you until you cum, until you fill my mouth with your hot sticky semen. Then, later, we'll fuck. Yes, that's just what I'm going to do ...."
"No...." It was a strangled protest, but one that seemed even in his ears to lack conviction. The heat was rising, rising ... no, no, no! his brain warned, but it too lacked conviction. No, this is wrong, all wrong! You've got to stop this now, before it's too late! You've got to go back inside, go back to where your wife is waiting, take Caroline home, get out of here, don't listen to her, don't let her talk you into anything. Jesus, Rich Sutherland is right inside, a man I've always admired and I'm out here with his wife's hands playing with my nuts and my prick ... Jesus, what would Caroline say if she found out? I'm a happily married man, for God's sake, a happily married man with a promising career ahead of me and if I don't put a stop to this right now I could blow both my marriage and my career in one stupid moment of weakness....
"No," he said again. "No, Samantha, stop, please...."
"Yes," she said sensuously squeezing and stroking down between his legs. "You want me to suck you off, don't you, Gary? You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you...." Sammie's words were almost hypnotic in their chanting intensity, and suddenly, Gary knew that he did want her to suck him and fuck him, did want her and to hell with the consequences! Oh, Jesus, Jesus, he had to have her! Nothing mattered but the acute pleasure-pain in his groin ... not his wife, not his career, nothing but this hot-blooded voluptuous brunette who was stroking and caressing him.
"Yes!" he hissed savagely. "Yes, goddamn it, yes, yes, yes! I want you, Sammie, oh, Christ, I want you to suck me and I want to fuck you!"
Sammie laughed throatily, and released his cock and balls, stepping back. "Come with me," she commanded.
He stared at her, his temples pounding with the liquor and the passion she had set to burning inside him. "But ... where? God, your husband ... Caroline...."
"Don't worry about them," she said. She put out her hand. "Follow me, Gary. Come with Samantha."
It was as if she was commanding a little boy, and yet he was powerless to do anything but obey. He stepped forward mutely, and she took his hand and led him across the wet balcony to a door set into the far wall. As they passed by the view window, he could dimly see that Rich Sutherland was sitting beside Caroline on the couch, looking down at her, paying no attention whatsoever to what was happening on the balcony.
Gary's heart was plunging wildly in his chest as Sammie opened the door and led him into a short, shag-carpeted hallway. At its far end was another door, and she opened that, taking his hand and ushering him inside. She followed him, closing the door behind her.
It was a bathroom.
Pink and maroon tile covered the floor and walls, and the fixtures were of the same color scheme with polished gold faucets and trim. There was a large inlaid mirror on one wall. Samantha said. "This is our private bath. It's one of my favorite rooms."
Gary stared about him open-mouthed. What was she going to do in here, for Christ's sake? The bathroom was huge, with plenty of open space, but....
She seemed to sense his confusion, and she laughed huskily. "We're going to take a bath together, Gary," she said. "Won't that be fun? You and I together in the tub there."
The idea somehow aroused Gary to even more passionate heights. He and Sammie Sutherland, bathing together while their respective spouses were in another room nearby!
The very boldness of it was tremendously exciting to the young husband. Would she suck him off while they were in the bathtub? he suddenly wondered. Jesus, he'd heard about getting a blow job while you were taking a bath, but he'd never in his wildest dreams thought it would happen to him! He'd only had one blow job in his life, and that was from a town girl near the army camp where he'd been stationed five years ago....
Samantha stepped forward to the sliding, frosted glass doors covering the bathtub and drew them open. She closed the drain and turned on the hot and cold water faucets. Then, straightening, she turned to Gary again.
And began to take her silver gown off.
His cock palpitated maddeningly as he watched the sultry raven-haired beauty reach behind her and draw the zipper down, then shrug out of his her silver garment. It fell slowly, cascading and shimmering, puddling around her ankles to radiate in the overhead light. She was clad in a lacy black bra that did little to conceal her white, rounded breasts, and a pair of the briefest bikini panties.
She spread her legs apart, and then slowly reached behind her to unhook the bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. Her breasts bobbed into view, and Gary sucked in his breath at the magnificent splendor of her high, proud tits jutting upward from her chest, topped with bright red, rigid nipples in the darker fields of her areolas.
Her hands stroked her sides as she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Gary's face. They slid sensuously over her hips, to the waistband of her panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew the briefs down, down over a dark, black, thickly grown pubic bush that contrasted startlingly with her white skin. Then the wet, petal-like lips of her softly hair-lined cunt came into view, and again Gary sucked in his breath. His cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze form the glans opening!
Sammie stepped out of the briefs finally, and stood nude and unashamed like a whore before a sailor. Her legs were long and symmetrically formed, twin pillars of the finest architecture, and her buttocks were satin-smooth and dimpled enticingly. She stepped forward, still letting her pink tongue flick over her lips.
"Do you like?" she asked in a teasing, girlish voice. She cupped her breasts. "Do you like my tits? Are they big enough for you?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the ebony triangle as if it were some beautiful work of art. "Do you like my cunt, Gary?"
"Oh, Jesus, I love it! I love it!"
Sammie laughed appreciatively. "Get naked, honey," she told him. "Get naked so I can see that big cock of yours."
Gary hesitated, as guilt once more seized hold of him. No, he thought, God no, I can't do this, I can't! It's ... it's ... insane! How can I take a bath with this woman, have her suck my cock, fuck her, how can I do that with my wife in the same apartment, with her husband in the same apartment? It's crazy, like some dream ... maybe it is a dream, maybe I'll wake up any minute now ... but no, it's real, all right, that cunt of hers is real and those beautiful tits are real and my cock is so hard it's about ready to burst is real ... Jesus, I want her, I want her! I've got to have her ... yes, that's all that matters! I've got to have her or I'll go out of my mind! Having made his decision, whether right or wrong, Gary felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
He blanked his mind to all but the provocative woman who stood naked before him, to all but the billowing heat of his building cum that bloated his balls. Feverishly, he tore at his clothes, throwing his suit coat onto the floor, tearing his shirt and tie off, unbuckling his slacks and letting them fall. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, shed his shorts and T-shirt.
At last, he too, was naked. His cock jutted out from his trembling loins like a huge, quivering sword, the head an angry purplish red and sheened with his seminal fluid. His balls hung swollen in their softly swaying sac below, swinging slightly as his chest heaved with excitement. His eyes were glassy.
Sammie led out a soft sighing whistle of approval. "It's everything I thought it would be, Gary," she said. "It's a beautiful cock, more beautiful even than my husband's. God, I'm going to give such a wonderful cock everything it deserves. I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum from those beautiful hairy balls of yours!"
A small, tortured cry erupted from Gary's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering Sammie in his arms, pressing his rigid shaft against her belly. His hands tore at her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was almost mindless with lust for her, making little mewling sounds in his throat.
Sammie giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now, don't be impatient, Gary," she said with mock reproof. "The bathwater isn't ready yet."
She moved to the medicine cabinet set on one wall, opened it, and removed a large bottle. She took the bottle to the tub and emptied some of its clear liquid into the rapidly filling oval-shaped tub. Dimly, Gary saw that it was bubble bath, that shining colored bubbles were forming on the steaming water which was emptying down from the gold faucets.
Sammie reached out and shut off the taps at last, and there was no sound in the bathroom then except their ragged excited breathing. She leaned forward, presenting her soft, velvety buttocks to his eyes, and raised one leg to place her foot on the lip of the tub. Gary's prick gave a convulsive leap as he saw the soft, fluted lips of her cunt flower open before his eyes, saw the glistening strands of curly black pubic hair that fringed the moist teasing slit. Then she put the one foot into the water, testing it, and stepped over into the brimming, bubbled water.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she sank down into it, until the bubbles completely covered her body, only her dark curls showing. Her eyes lidded. "Come on in, you beautiful hunk of man, you," she invited. "It's just fine in here."
Gary, his brain containing nothing in that moment but overwhelming lust, needed no further urging. Trembling, his cock swaying rigidly in front of him, he joined her in the tub, sitting down opposite her at the other end. His feet slid along the outside of her legs as he settled down, his toes touched the satiny sking of her hips and sides. The water was hot and sweet-smelling and he could feel the warmth send little ripples of pleasure along his groin.
Sammie wiggled her toes, stretching forward, and he felt the nails tickle his balls deliciously. She giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his prick shoot up like a periscope among the popping bubbles. She raised up, so that her high, firm breasts floated like two lovely battleships on the water, drawing her toes along the insides of his thighs as she did so. She rose up onto her knees then, staring at him, licking her red, parted lips.
"So you want me to suck you now?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck your big hard cock now, Gary?"
"Yes! Suck it, oh, Jesus, suck it, suck it!" Samantha lowered her head, and Gary watched her mesmerically as she took a mouthful of the hot, soapy water. Little bubbles were in evidence around her glistening mouth when she raised her head again, as if she was bitch dog with the froth, and the sight further increased the passion which was seething inside his body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly above the jutting head of his swollen rod, and her hand slid through the warm water to grasp his cock at the base, her little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.
Breath burst from Gary's lungs in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his genitals. She kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, staring down at his cock as she massaged it as if it was some lollipop she had been waiting for a long, long time. Her cheeks were puffed out from the soapy water she was retaining there.
Then, like a striking snake, her head darted down and her lips came in contact with the glans of his cock, parted to take the shining wet head between them. At the same time, she released the water which she had been holding inside her mouth, and it cascaded like warm flowing oil down over the length of his throbbing shaft.
A cry of the most excruciating delight he had ever experienced rendered itself from the very core of Gary's being, and his hands came out of the bath water involuntarily to tangle themselves in the raven tresses of Sammie's head. He levered up as he did so, driving more of his cock into the warm, incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his head was resting on the tub's lip, and he could look down to see half of his burgeoning manhood disappear into the bright red lips of the voluptuous Samantha Sutherland, see her lust-contorted features as she allowed the rod to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it, without touching it with her tongue. Gary's testicles were boiling cauldrons of semen now, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his hardened pole like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Suck me!" he commanded down to the top of her head. "Suck me, suck meeeeeeee!"
He tried to push her head down on his cock with his hands wrapped in her now wet black hair, but she resisted, tickling his balls maddeningly with her fingers. She pulled out of his grip to smile teasingly up at him. "Do you like my mouth wrapped around your cock, Sweetie?"
"Yes! For Christ's sake, suck me, Saaaaammmmaaaaannnnnnthaaaaa!"
Once more her head dipped, and her tongue came out then to lick circles of liquid fire around and around the glans of his prick, flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the lubrication which seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and he endeavored to bury his penis inside her mouth again. But still she resisted, licking and washing the head of his cock tantalizingly, twirling her tongue faster and faster around the blood-swollen head.
She drew back once again, leaving his cock, and lowered her head to the water another time. Again, her mouth filled with the hot, soapy liquid, and again, she bobbed her head down over his cock, took the glans between her lips carefully.
She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically, with the water still held in her mouth.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Gary moaned in rapturous passion, as the combined sensations of Sammie's soft lips and tongue, and the hot water she was gurgling around his prick made him almost insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this good! Christ in heaven, how could a man go through twenty-five years of life without ever having had anything as good as this?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Sammie hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the soapy water, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Gary was watching her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one of such prurience that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Sammie's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the outstroke was like a separate entity, a mad thing as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, her concentration full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the hot water around and around his prick without loosing so much as a droplet of it from the cavern of her soft, ovaled mouth. Her breasts danced wildly, beating the water to a bubbled froth, as her head pumped, as the soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his turgid, palpitating cock.
It won't be long, the young husband thought humbly, completely abandoned now the orgasmic mouthfucking he was receiving, it won't be long before I cum, before I fill her mouth and her throat and her belly with my cum ... it won't be long before I shoot a load like I've never shot before, before I have an orgasm that'll put all the ones I've had with Caroline to shame ... it won't be long, it won't be long now at all!