Chapter 3
"I ... fell asleep, didn't I?" the young wife said to her boss, a little sheepishly.
"You sure did, honey," he told her smilingly. The older man moved back a little from his pretty young secretary and looked into her eyes. "Are you feeling okay now?"
"Well, I guess so. Gosh, how embarrassing," she confessed, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Oh, not too long. About half an hour."
Caroline felt his soft, cool hand stroke her forehead and her long blond hair. Her head lifted from the back of the couch, and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
She had a strange disembodied feeling ... she didn't know where she was at first, or even who she was. But then she recognized her boss, Rich Sutherland, and the evening's events came back to her.
Caroline looked about the room, then frowned. "Where's my husband, Gary?"
The attorney got to his feet, his expression sobering. Inside, however, he was seething with anticipation of what he felt sure was about to happen. The timing was perfect, he thought. His wife, Samantha, should have things well in hand ... properly, he told himself with a mental grin, well in mouth ... by now ... Christ, he'd had Gary all but fetching sticks for her when she'd led him off the balcony earlier. It was really a pleasure to watch her work. She knew how to entice a man, that was for sure, and she was the best fuck he'd ever had, although a few women he'd known had come close. All things considered, Sammie was the perfect wife for him, and he the perfect husband for her. They both loved fucking more than anything....yes, he had to admit he loved it even more than his work ... and their respective skills in acquiring new flesh for the fold were perfectly harmonious. He was a damned lucky man.
Sutherland held out his hand to the beautiful young woman on the couch, and Caroline took it. He lifted her onto her feet, steadying her with his other hand on her elbow. "There's something I think you should see, my dear," he said.
"See?" she asked, confused. "But ... where's Gary? And ... where's Samantha?"
"Come along now," Sutherland said soothingly, and steered her down a hallway at the far end of the living room, opening a door off it. He groped on the wall inside, and light flooded the previously darkened room.
Caroline saw that it was a lavishly furnished bedroom, with thick gold carpeting and a huge double bed with a satin spread. The dresser, as well as a hope chest and vanity, was of the same mixed styles as the living room. She stopped just inside the door, looking befuddledly about her.
"This ... this is your bedroom," she said inanely.
"Yes, that's right," Sutherland said in his soft voice. "Mine and Sammie's."
"I ... don't understand, Rich. What ... ?"
"Come over here," Sutherland told her, motioning toward a set of miniature velvet drapes which were drawn over something in the side wall of the room, much in the fashion of serious art collectors who drape their paintings. "I think you ought to see this, my dear."
Perplexedly, Caroline followed the respected attorney across the carpeted floor to the closed drapes. There was a light switch next to the cord which operated the drapery drawstring, and Sutherland reached up to flick the button. The room was plunged once again into murky darkness, and Caroline opened her mouth to complain about the unexpected action. But then Rich pulled the cord, sending the drapes sliding open with a sibilant rustle.
There was a window in the wall. Or so it seemed to Caroline at first. Bright light shone through, illuminating the bedroom once again with a long elongation of brilliance. She stepped forward, frowning deeply, and then she could see into what was obviously a bathroom, maroon and pink tiled with....
Caroline froze suddenly, froze in abject horror. A small cry burst involuntarily from her throat, and she felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. She couldn't seem to find her breath, and she stood there gasping, hr eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed in a large oval bathtub directly before her eyes, only a few feet away. It was the perverted rite of fellatio, a disgusting practice Caroline had always held in abhorrence as being something which prostitutes did for money and which sluts did for the satisfaction of degenerate desires! It was something which pimps allowed upon their flesh and sick men in dirty hotel room in the worst part of town.
But the two participants in the lewd scene before her were not of this ilk. They were Samantha Sutherland and her husband, Gary, the man she loved!
Samantha was kneeling in the tub, amidst a thick coating of bubbles, her head slaving up and down over Gary's groin, her lips sliding around his huge, erect penis hungrily, as if it were some obscene peppermint stick. His hands were wrapped in her long dark hair, urging her on to even faster bobbings and lickings, and there was on his face a mask of pure and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back over his teeth, spittle was dribbling out onto his chin and he had both his legs spread wide, heels resting on the tub's two lips on either side of the sucking raven-haired girl kneeling between them.
A strangled sob escaped Caroline's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of there, blot that terrible scene from her mind ... but Rich caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the bubble bath on the other side of the wall.
"This is a two-way mirror," Sutherland said quietly, watching with admiration the way his wife's mouth and tongue were working around Gary Webster's lust-hardened cock. Damn, but his wife could really give a blow job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and the feel of Webster's young wife's soft, resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.
"We can see them in there, but they can't see us. From the bathroom, it looks as if there's just a big mirror on the wall."
"My God!" Caroline wailed in undisguised misery. "Oh, my God, my god!" she leaned back against Sutherland almost without realizing it, while her mind fought to accept the reality of what she was seeing.
"Do you know what's happening in there, Caroline?" Sutherland asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic now. "That's your husband and my wife, and they're making love ... oral love, the best kind of love. Your husband and my wife, Caroline...."
"No! God, no, no, no!" The words tore from Caroline's throat in an almost pleading tremolo as if she was trying to convince herself that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling reeling thoughts and emotions.
That's Gary, my Gary, my husband ... lying nude in a tub filled with bubble bath with the ... the slutish whore wife of my boss.
That's the man I promised to love, honor and obey, until death do us part. . lying in there with another woman's mouth on his penis, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it the way his face is twisted like some beast in heat, letting her do that to him while the woman he supposedly loves, his wife ... me ... is in the same apartment ... Oh God, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be happening ... but it was! This sick, foul perverted disgusting thing is happening, right before my eyes ... I'm watching my whole world collapse right in front of me, everything I believed in, believed was good and clean and decent is being soiled and made a mockery of before my very own eyes ... ! The young wife's mind raged.
Rich Sutherland was holding her very tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her buttocks and the pounding of the attorney's heart. She shuddered, trying to turn. Did ... did Rich have an erection from watching this? My God, was he aroused? How could that be? That was his wife in there, wasn't it? Just like that's my husband....
As if sensing her thoughts, Sutherland moved his pelvis against her buttocks lightly, and in her ear he whispered in the same mesmeric tone, "It's exciting to watch, isn't it, my dear? It's exciting to watch your husband make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make love yourself, doesn't it, Caroline?"
"Nooooooo!" she moaned. What was the matter with him? Had he taken leave of his senses, acting this way, talking like that? She didn't know Rich Sutherland at all, that was plainly evident. She didn't know what kind of a man he was deep inside at all. Why ... why, it was almost as if he was reveling in the sickness before their eyes ... as if he had known all along that it would happen, and was waiting expectantly for it....
"Look at the way Sammie moves her mouth up and down on your husband's cock!" Sutherland intoned behind her, his breath hot in her ear. "Look at the way her mouth works on his penis, Caroline. That's exciting, isn't it? You feel aroused watching it, don't you?"
"No, it's ... evil, disgusting!" Caroline flung at him, struggling to break free but his grip was like iron on her. She felt anger rise in her ... not, unreasoning anger that replaced the shocked horror which had numbed her mind until then. The line between love and hate was a thin one, and she had crossed over it the moment she'd seen what Gary was doing in that bathtub with Samantha Sutherland. She hated him now, no longer loved him. She hated him enough to kill him! Yes, to kill him, to cut off that offending member of his with a butcher knife and watch him bleed to death! And now she hated Rich Sutherland, too, hated him almost as much as she did Gary, for he was a party to this animalistic depravity, she knew that somehow....
She twisted and jerked in the attorney's grasp, but in vain. She was breathing hard, her eyes locked on the lewd spectacle before her, watching Samantha Sutherland's undulating buttocks lashing the bubbled water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down and around Gary's long, hard cock. Her wet black hair was fanned out, floating in the water over Gary's belly, and her tongue was lashing furiously around and around the head of the prick in her mouth on the outstroke. There was the same mindless lust contorting her features as was contorting Gary's.
"Watch them, Caroline," Rich Sutherland commanded hypnotically, holding her. "Watch them, Caroline, watch my wife suck your husband's cock!"
His salacious words brought a gasp from Caroline, but even though, she found herself obeying Rich's words. She was watching, watching with widened eyes, and her struggles ceased somewhat despite the fact that the hot anger of moments earlier, tempered somewhat now, still remained. The older attorney began to whisper more obscene remarks into her ear, and his hand moved around under her breasts, the forearm raising them up as he held her. He was telling her again how exiting it was to watch the perverted love-making in the bathroom, how it gave vent to rising passions to see other people doing it.
And suddenly, in spite of herself, Caroline became aroused.
She could feel her nipples harden beneath the dress she wore, beneath her bra ... she could feel her vaginal juices begin to flow as they had that afternoon when she had masturbated in their apartment. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Gary and Samantha Sutherland, but she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now for once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Sutherland, sensing her arousal, felt a glowing triumph. It was going to work out just as he and Samantha had planned! She was going to come across, he felt sure of it now! He had been right in his appraisal of the hidden depths of Caroline Webster, and after four months of looking at her five days a week and wanting her more and more each day, he was going to have her! Soon, soon!
He renewed his whispers into her ear with more and more lewd words and suggestions, and his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. Christ, but she had nice tits! She wasn't protesting now, either! She was watching Samantha suck her husband off, and she wasn't fighting his advances. He pressed his erect cock tighter against her buttocks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the soft, yielding crevice between her asscheeks.
"My wife and your husband, Caroline," he breathed into her ear. "My wife and your husband ... fucking. That's what they're doing, you know. Sammie is mouthfucking Gary. Sammie and Gary making love. So why shouldn't we make love, Caroline? Why shouldn't you and I fuck? I want to fuck you, Caroline. Caroline, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you right here, right now, while we watch your husband and my wife. I want to fuck you standing up right here, Caroline!"
Caroline's mind was still a seething turmoil of anger and hatred, made irrational by the amount of liquor she had consumed on this evening, but it was fast becoming swamped by her rising passion. Rich's words were taking their toll now. She could feel his hand on her breast, knew she should take it away, stop him from touching like that. She could feel his penis, hard between the sensitive cheeks of her buttocks, and she knew she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked were pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement ... and she didn't want to stop.
She wanted to ... she wanted to make love! She wanted Rich Sutherland to make love to her!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Caroline's head pound rhythmically. Yes, that was what she wanted! She wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear ... wanted him to, yes, fuck her! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to punish Gary for what he had done to her, what he was doing to her right now by allowing Samantha Sutherland to suck him like that! What better way to get back at him, what better way than to make love to Samantha's husband? It didn't matter that Rich had known about this all along, been a party to it as he surely had ... none of that mattered right now, right at this moment. All that mattered was getting back at Gary, hurting him like he was hurting her ... and the prurient desires which were raging in her flesh, demanding to be satisfied....
"Caroline," the attorney was whispering. "Caroline, I want to fuck you while we stand here and watch your husband fucking my wife! Do you hear me, Caroline? I want to fuck you while we...."
"Yes!" Caroline heard herself cry out. "Yes, Rich, yes, yess! I want you, Rich, I want you to ... to fuck me!"
Sutherland's hand squeezed her breast harder and his breath exploded into her ear. Those were the words he had waited a long, long time to hear!
He cupped both her breasts, moving his pelvis tight behind her. "Right here, right now," he whispered. "Yes! Yes, yes!"
"While we watch Samantha sucking Gary?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Lean forward and put your hands on the wall on either side of the glass," he commanded. "Put your face right up to the two-way mirror so you can see!"
Caroline complied, past all caring now, wanting only release from the floodtide of passion surging like combers on a stormy beach through her being. She wanted him, wanted his penis inside her, wanted him, wanted him, wanted to hurt Gary....
Sutherland's dexterous fingers were on the buttons of her dress now, snapping them open one by one. Slowly, he drew the garment off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off her body altogether. She raised one foot, then the other, to step out of the dress wearing only bra and panties now. Sutherland unfastened her bra straps, letting it fall away, and her full, taut-nippled breasts swayed into freedom. Even in her humped over position, there was no pendulous effect to full, firm mounds ... they remained high and firm on her chest.
Caroline felt the attorney's fingers teasing along the lacy material of her buttocks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, passionate flesh. Then he was tugging at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. A cool rush of air blew along her backsides, and she dimly realized that she was now completely nude, her full, rounded buttocks presented to the lusting gaze of her employer with total abandonment and surrender.
On the other side of the two-way mirror, in the bathtub filled with soapy water, Caroline could see Samantha pulling Gary's cock into her mouth voraciously, the shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along velvet as she endeavored to take every single inch of his monstrous shaft into the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. Sammie's buttocks undulated madly, and Gary was jerking and twisting in wild frenzy under her ministration. The foamy water lashed over the edge of the tub like surf over a boat pier, spilling onto the floor in glistening pools. And still Samantha sawed up and down with enraptured, frenetic movements on his penis, her pink lips contrasting with the blood-red rod, her mouth so tightly suckling him that her lip-flesh pulled out grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned in to almost completely disappear as she lunged downward again and he levered up to meet her bobbing thrust.
He's going to cum in her mouth, Caroline thought numbly. He's going to fill her mouth with his seed, strangle her on it, drown in her in his hot semen ... The thought was perversely exciting, and down between her legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her fluids in ever-increasing amounts as she watched Samantha Sutherland suckle and lick her husband's cock. Behind her, Rich was massaging her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the bare flesh with his long, sure fingers, pulling the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart to reveal the salaciously enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Caroline's slender well-tapered legs.
Then he brought one hand around to manipulate one of her breasts, finger rolling and teasing the rigid bud at its peak. His other hand dipped into the soft, hair-lined slit, middle finger extended and teasing down and under along the incredibly soft cunt of the young wife. He found her clitoris, rigid and tingling, and began to tease it with the tip of his finger. Caroline mewled with unwanted delight at the electric flashes his probings were sending through her every fiber.
At that moment, she felt his one hand leave her breast and, a second later, heard the unmistakable whisper of a zipper being drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing her legs around his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Sutherland pressed forward again, and Caroline felt the hard, rubbery tip of his erect penis rub along the velvety surface of her buttock cheeks dip into the moist crevice and down toward where his finger was sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
He's going to do it to me with his big, hard penis, she thought. He's going to do to me what I vowed no other man but my husband would ever do to me ... I'm about to commit adultery, no better than a common whore, no better than Samantha Sutherland in there with my husband ... but for the first time in my life, it doesn't seem to matter, and I know why it doesn't ... everything I've ever believed in has been destroyed tonight, my whole world destroyed, and so I might as well sink to the depths of these other degenerates, to the depths to which my husband has sunk!
Sutherland worked the blood-engorged knob of his long, purple-veined prick up and down in Caroline's moist, soft cunt with increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good! He told himself. It was going to be one of the best fucks he'd ever had, he could sense it, feel it in the marrow of his bones. His balls felt as if they contained lead weights, and his cock throbbed and jerked with the need to fuck her. He was going to get his nuts after about ten strokes, he was so goddamned excited! But what the hell ... this wasn't going to be the last time he would screw Mrs. Gary Webster, no sir, not the last time at all....
"I'm going to fuck you now, Caroline," he whispered. "I'm going to put my hard cock in your cunt and fuck you until you scream!"
"Yes, Rich!" Caroline heard herself agreeing in a half whisper. "Fuck me, please, fuck me!"
"Reach behind you and take my cock in your hand," he commanded. "Put it in, Caroline. Put my cock in your cunt!"
Groaning with the billows of fire that were racing through her bloodstream, Caroline ob-eyed the order, reaching behind her to grasp the fleshy, lubrication-slick head of Rich's huge cock. God, it was so big! Could I take it all? Yes ... yes, I can take it. I have to take it! Caroline splayed her legs wider apart, bracing herself against the two-way mirror with her eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple in the bathtub, and guided Sutherland's thick cock to her cuntal orifice, placing it there at the door of her secret, innermost recesses as if it was some pagan offering to a heathen god. She eased the thick head inside, reveling in the delicious sensations which were fast reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.
"Fuck me, Rich!" she pleaded. "Hurry, hurry, hurryyyyyyy!"
"Yes, fuck you," Sutherland murmured, and he couldn't control himself any longer. He levered forward with all the power in his hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust-hardened cock tearing along the warm, wet, yielding walls of her vagina like some terribly destructive machine created to wreak havoc by a madman. The fleshy head slammed against her cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting asscheeks, and his balls bounced resoundingly against her wet pubic mound below.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, and as he withdrew slightly and levered forward again, "Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God, Rich ... you're so biiiiiggggggggg!"
Sutherland's hands came around to cup and knead her breasts, his breath hot and ragged on the back of her neck. He couldn't control himself now ... there weren't going to be any preliminaries, any slow and easy buildup. He was just going to fuck her, fuck her as they were two raging beasts, fuck her the way he wanted to fuck, the way he knew instinctively that she wanted to fuck!
He began to saw into her, back and forth, withdrawing his long hard prick almost all the way out, and then lunging forward again to bring groans of tormented pleasure bubbling from Caroline's lips.
"Do you like it, Caroline?" he hissed. "Do you like my cock in your belly?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, I love it in me, Rich! It's so big, so good in my belly...."
"I'm going to fill you up with cum, Caroline!" he moaned, sawing in faster and faster into her wet, butter-soft cuntal passage. "I'm going to fill you up!"
"Yes, yes, fill me up, Rich, fill me up!"
It feels good inside me, it really does, she thought in her liquor-fogged, passion-fogged brain. This forbidden, elicit penis violating my secret womanhood feels so fantastically good ... and look at Gary in there, look at his face, the way he's twisting and jerking. He's going to cum any second now, and ... yes, God, yes, so am I and so is Rich!
She watched Samantha Sutherland's mouth work harder and faster on Gary's cock in the swirling water of the bathtub, work with incredible speed until her dark head seemed to be a blur of motion. Gary was levered up almost out of the water now, driving his loins into her face, thrusting her flailing head down on his hardened tool to bend it from side to side with her insatiable lips and tongue. He hand kneaded and caressed his balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly, Caroline saw her husband's mouth fly open as he drove upward maniacally. A strangled scream that reached even her ears tore from his throat.
"I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnngggggggggg!" he howled, and Samantha pulled her head back so that only the glans of his prick was between her lips, churning her mouth and lips crazily as the first molten jet of his cum burst into her mouth from his over-flowing scrotum. Samantha's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she milked his erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from choking as he flooded his warm white sperm deep into her mouth.
Caroline saw her husband's cum dribbling out around Samantha's wildly suckling mouth, rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin and to commingle with the soapy water, and the sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She buffeted back against Sutherland's pistoning cock like some barnyard beast, her hips churning against his loins, reveling in the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her pubic hair and the wet sucking noises of cock sawing into her cunt. Her entire being was filled with her beginning orgasm, and her body trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the attorney's invading rod.
"Rich ... Rich ... Rich ... Rich!" she wailed mindlessly. "Rich, I'm going ... going ... going ... to climax ... Rich, I'm there, I'm there ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Meeeee tooooooooo!" the older man squealed behind her, unable to control the spinning heat in his balls. With one final, almost sadistic lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a great, burning surge of sticky white semen far, far up into her wildly quivering womb. He was moaning in orgiastic rapture, filling her vagina with his seed, inundating her with it. Caroline's pussy flowered open around Rich's wildly spasming prick, and her juices exploded to mingle with his deep inside her still contracting belly.
She had never known an orgasm like this in her life!
It was as if she had been transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on soft, gentle wings. She knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and expanding as if with an injection of some drug as her boss's cock gave one final jerking spurt of cum and then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went limp. Finally, it slipped from her sperm-flooded passage with a soft, obscene popping sound, trailing sticky strands of cobwebby semen from her soft satisfied slit.
Caroline slumped forward onto her knees on the carpet, her head resting against the wall below the two-way mirror. She emitted a long blissful sigh of satiation, seeing as she slid down Samantha collapse across her husband Gary in the bathtub and kiss him passionately on the mouth with his cum still painting the brunette beauty's lips and chin....