Chapter 7
Vi dreamed:
He "had the most sadistic grin spread across his face that she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to be totally helpless to resist his strong will. He would do as he pleased, that she was sure of, and the money from his pockets seemed to scatter everywhere when he carelessly tore off his clothes. She tried to scream as she saw his huge, purple-tipped penis throbbing angrily when he lowered his pants, but no sound came from her lips. He had come upon her, and she was naked on the bed, her body open and exposed to his lusting gaze.
Ed Rockton's hairy nakedness emerged from the falling dollar bills like an angry bull descending from a rain storm, and he was coming toward her, his huge menacing cock in his hand as he stroked it into gigantic size. The veins stood out from the tautly stretched skin like super-highways on a map, and they were pulsating with his heart-beat as his blood-filled member grew bigger and bigger. The rubbery-looking purple flesh of the head was like a giant fist, blunt and ready to slam with tremendous force into her helpless body.
She tried to move, but some mysterious force kept her flat on her back on the bed, and her legs, were drawn up, knees nearly touching her shoulders to leave her quiveringly exposed vagina open and naked to his lusting eyes. She couldn't understand how she had gotten in such a debasing position, and she tried again to cry out for help. Where was Stan? Why wasn't he there to help her? The man was laughing! Ed Rockton stood there between her raised legs laughing, and it was as if he knew something she didn't.
Then she saw them! It was Luci Rockton, and she was bent over a man, her mouth distended wide by the poling hard cock that pushed to tremendous depths in her sucking throat, and the man beneath her was thrusting his face up into the pink moistness of her hungry cunt. His wet tongue flicked out like a bolt of lightning, stretching to fantastic length up the older woman's hot, glistening vagina, and she ground her hips down into the man's face in wanton, lusting, sexual perversity. The man's fingers, all of them, were twisting and turning teasingly into the tight, roundly stretched orifice of her tiny anus, and then for a second he lowered his head, turning to look directly at her. It was Stan! That was why Ed was laughing so openly above her defenseless body. Her own husband was licking his wife's nakedly squirming pussy.
She was lost, and there was no escaping the licentiously cruel, naked flesh of Ed Rockton. He moved in closer and closer to her helpless body, his cock pulsating red, as if it had a mind of its own! She knew what he wanted, and she tried to beg and plead for mercy! She hadn't intended to spy on him and his wife ... It had been an accident, a chance occurrence! She had been lying on the beach, first!
He was upon her, suddenly, like a pouncing dog with tongue lasciviously dripping from between bared teeth; he crawled up between her helplessly raised legs on all fours. His leering face , was close enough to her hotly quivering vagina to feel his flaming breath coming heavily over the tip of her tiny erect clitoris, and the moisture from the mouth of her helpless pink cunt was clinging wetly to the silky tips of her sparsely curling pubic hair. The narrow crevice of her pussy seemed to open and close in lewd invitation, and she couldn't manipulate any of her body! It was like she was being controlled from a distance. Someone else was pulling the strings, and she was merely a puppet to be played with by whomever came along with a giant hard cock!
"Fuck me with your tongue like that other man did to your wife!" she heard the voice call pleadingly, and she was surprised at how much it sounded like her own. Ed Rockton's front hands, or were they paws? reached out toward her large, nakedly trembling breasts, and she watched helplessly as he fondled them, rolling the erect, pink nipples around and around while his snake-like tongue literally panted from between his lustfully grinning lips.
Her writhing body was on fire! She thought she was certainly going to melt if she didn't have some relief, and she pushed her hips up, like she was waving her cunt in open invitation in front of his lewdly grinning face. His huge pulsating penis was but inches away from the lips of her waiting cuntal opening but each tune she lurched toward it, he seemed to back away. Then it happened! His smiling face was caught between her hot inner-thighs, and he was looking up across her swollen white breasts into her eyes while his teasing tongue hung so very close to the thin pink cleft of her burning cunt, saliva drooling heavily from the tip like silvery drops of mercury.
"Give it to me! lick me with it! Pleaseeeeeee!" she heard the familiar voice groan, but he didn't move at all. He was so very close and yet so very far away. "Now! Now!
Now!" the voice went on and on, and as if the rhythm of the words had directed his senses, Ed's tongue suddenly leaped out of his mouth, the sharp pink tip slicing up through the fleshy valley of her hot cunt to strike excitedly across the throbbing tip of her tiny clitoris. It was the most wickedly stimulating sensation she had ever felt in her life!
Vi jerked convulsively I
"Aaaggghhhhhhhl" She sat up quickly, her eyes flashing for something identifiable. Tiny drops of perspiration beaded her forehead as she frantically blinked to clear her eyes, and she raised her hands up to cover her breasts. She felt the material of her nightgown, and she realized that she had been having a dream.
She was trembling, and she didn't know whether to get out of .the bed or not. She wasn't sure if it was really safe; she felt like someone was lurking in the shadows of the bedroom: It was several minutes before she was calm enough to see that it was daylight outside, and she recognized that she was only imagining things. Yet, she also recognized that her belly was ignited with a desirous passion that was even stronger than what she had felt before, and it was then that she began to wonder where her husband was. He wasn't in the bed next to her, and she thought it odd that he would have awakened before her, especially considering the condition he'd been in the previous night. Could she have slept so late, she wondered?
Stepping out of the sweat-soaked sheets, Vi slowly walked out of the bedroom to the galley. She expected to find Stan nursing a hang-over either there or outside on the deck, but he was nowhere in sight. She thought he might be on the roof, but she didn't want to go outside to see until she had something other than her nightgown on. She decided he could hear her if she yelled.
"Stan?" There was no answer. "Stan? Are you up there?"
She was alone on the boat, and it gave her a funny feeling. Immediately, she walked back to the galley, and only then did she see the note on the stove. It was propped up next to the coffee pot, the total contents of the pot obviously consumed by Stan, and she picked it up to read it.
"You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. I've gone for a swim to help a slightly enlarged head, and I'll be back soon. Love, Stan!"
Vi set the note down, again putting it where Stan had left it, and she walked back to the bedroom to put on something. It was hot, even hotter than the previous day, and she couldn't find anything other than another swimsuit that seemed suitable for the weather. It was an older suit; a little small for her, but she put it on anyway.
Since Stan hadn't returned, she thought seriously about going out for a swim herself, and she walked out to the forward deck to see if she could spot him. The moment she walked through the door to the outside, she stepped back into he shaded interior of the boat. They were all on the beach, the Rocktons and two other couples, and Stan was with them.
Vi went to the window so she could see what they were doing without being observed herself, and what she saw made her heart beat faster. Stan was sitting on the sandy beach, not far from the spot where she had observed the Rocktons the previous night, and he was talking to Luci. The others seemed to be keeping themselves busy with some project, and they were all laughing and shouting, having a good time. It made Vi mad.
If Stan only knew, Vi thought as she turned away from the window. He was talking to the wife of a man who didn't even care that she was sucking another man's cock, and yet Stan's interest in Luci seemed almost as if he knew or perhaps guessed, about her. It was possible, Vi thought, as she had, after all, witnessed an extremely bizarre scene between Luci and two men, what would stop Luci from doing the same thing with Stan? She didn't want to believe anything like that could have happened, but the more she thought about it, the more likely her idea seemed to be true.
She returned to the galley to fix some coffee, and when she read the note again, she became even madder. He'd said he had only gone for a swim to help his hangover. If that really had been the case, then why was he sitting there on the beach talking to Luci Rockton? No, he had to have gone there on purpose, and that was the reason he didn't wake her up before leaving.
By the time the coffee was perked, she was fit to be tied, and she had not yet taken a sip of her steaming coffee, when Stan returned to the boat. She wasn't going to speak to him, she was so mad, but as he'd done the previous evening when he'd returned, he started talking a mile a minute.
"Darling! You're awake! Good. Listen, I've just been over talking to the Rockton's, and they have invited us, both of us, to a luau! They've some friends that arrived last night and this morning. I guess you saw their houseboat. This is a big chance to score some points with them ..."
"Looked to me like you've already scored some with Luci Rockton!" Vi yelled, suddenly, her anger getting out of hand. She didn't know why she had said it then, but she just had to get her frustrations resolved.
Stan was stunned by her blaring accusation, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Then he too became angry, as he was sure it was only a matter of jealousy.
"Just what do you mean by that? Could you be a little more definite if you're going to make accusations!" he retorted,' his voice a little strained.
"I've got eyes!" she replied, and she tried to leave it at that. It had occurred to her that she couldn't possibly tell Stan anything about the previous night if he thought she was only angry and jealous, but she had already gone too far.
"Then why don't you use them? If you weren't such an uptight bitch, maybe you'd learn how to see straight!" He was mad, but after he made the comment, he was sorry he'd said it. He had been so elated at having made the friendship of an important developer, it had been terribly disappointing to find that Vi was bothered with petty jealousy too. But his statement had been unfair, and he knew it.
His attack seemed to her like a defense, and that meant as far as she was concerned that he had some reason to be defensive. The content didn't actually disturb her in the least, but after what she'd witnessed the night before, she was damn sure she could see perfectly well. The worst of it was simply that she couldn't now tell him about the Rocktons, as Stan would certainly think she was only making it up. She was at a loss for words, and she felt like running away from him.
"You go to the damn luau, but I'll be damned if I'm going there with you!" she shouted, and she put a tone of finality in her voice to end the conversation right then and there.
Stan was dumbfounded, as he'd never seen Vi act so decisively in their year of marriage, but he didn't want to believe she really meant what she said. "Listen, darling. I've been wrong in leaving you here alone these last two days, but you've got it all wrong. The Rocktons are really wonderful people, and I promise you'll have a good time with them. I met most of their friends this morning, and they're all really quite nice. It's going to be one hell of a party ... I saw some of the food they were preparing. You'll enjoy yourself, and I know you'll make a good impression on all of them!" It was no use, Stan realized, as she wasn't really listening to anything he was saying.
"Get the hell out of my sight!" Vi screamed, feeling like she had been called a liar, even though she hadn't yet told Stan what she saw. It was obvious to her that he just wouldn't believe her anyway. He'd already been taken in by those people, and she wasn't about to put up with being told off for knowing differently.
He knew there was no point in trying to reason with her any further, and he turned around and walked out onto the forward deck. He could tell the Rocktons she wasn't feeling well, although he knew that they would know better. But, it was the only excuse he could think of at the moment There was some truth in what Vi had said too, as he had been giving Luci Rockton the eye but it was only because she had seemed to want him, too, even though she was an extremely attractive woman. But as to actually playing around with her, that was out of the question, simply because she was Ed Rockton's wife, and he wouldn't want to spoil his chance at getting a position with Ed's firm. Yet, Luci did give him the impression that she played around anyway.
"See you later then," Stan called back inside the boat, and he dove off into the water to swim to the beach and join the party.