Chapter 14
A PARTY FOR THREE....
Bob Smelton's elation over landing the tire account was short lived. Darcy Sinclair didn't exactly throw himself at the PR. manager's feet and grovel his thanks.
There were a few polite mumbles about the new account brightening the P.R. picture and that was about all.
What the vice president was telling him, he sensed, was that the new account saved his job for the time being. There would have to be other new ones and he would have to make very sure of holding all the existing ones.
That had been almost a week ago and Bob was still brooding. The account had been formally signed the day before in Kent Dowson's office. Immediately after, he had been summoned to the man's apartment.
There had been the same routine and Bob was powerless to resist. What was worse was the realization that even if he could have resisted, he wouldn't have.
He had stripped and, kneeling before the swaggering man, paid oral tribute.
There would be many times when he would be called on to service the account and each time, he would obey the call without question and with a lessening of manhood.
He thought of the term servicing and wondered if that was why it had been chosen as the agency term for looking after a client. On the farm, it meant that a hired animal performed a sexual act on another.
But the stud bull or stallion performed the act on an animal of the opposite sex. Bob couldn't even find that compensation for himself.
The concern about manhood had become a lot stronger with him lately. Too often, of late, he found himself wondering whether Marg had found a man to fill her needs.
A few weeks ago, the thought struck him for the first time. It was the day he had sent Austin home to help her clean the garage.
When Bob arrived home late that night, he expected to find an angry wife. Instead, she was positively glowing. It was like the old days when he had taken her to bed and given her what she wanted. It had been a long time since he'd seen that look on her face, but it was there that night.
He tried to dismiss it as a foolish thing. No woman could be satisfied with a fuzzy faced kid of seventeen or so, he tried to tell himself. Despite the fact that it sounded right, he still couldn't completely accept it though.
Talking to Austin, Bob was sure the boy looked nervous and guilty. Instinctively, he took this as confirmation that his fears were correct. Thinking about it later, he told himself that he had seen nervousness and evasiveness because he was looking for those qualities. It just made it all more confusing, more frustrating.
In desperation, he talked to the boy's superior and asked whether he had noticed any change in Austin lately. Even there the answer was vague. The man said a lot of meaningless things about kids being moody and changing from day to day.
The first thing he said that made any sense was that the boy had been asking for quite a bit of time off lately and that his reasons sounded phony.
"Next time he wants time off," Bob told him, "give it to him but let me know right away."
"Why are you so interested in a junior filling in for the summer?"
"I see a lot of potential in that kid. If he's getting off the rails, I'd like to spot it in time and turn him around."
Impressed that Bob could have such an eye for talent even in a messenger boy, Clancy assured Bob that he would keep an eye open and keep him posted.
Now, it was just two days later and Clancy called to tell Bob that Austin wanted to get off at three-thirty to keep a dental appointment. When he hung up the phone, Bob discovered that his palm was wet. Now, on the verge of confirming his worst fears, he was scared. He didn't want to be right and yet he couldn't stand not knowing for sure.
Bob sat in his car across the street at twenty-five to four when the boy hurried out and crossed the street to the bus stop. It was the right bus for the part of the city where Bob lived. That was all he needed to know for the time being.
Instead of the tedious job of following the bus and waiting for Austin to get off, he drove across the city and parked on the street behind his house. He knew his car was screened from view so that Marg wouldn't be able to see it, yet he could see the front entrance.
After a ten minute wait, he felt his heart sink as Austin hurried up the walk toward the front door. Bob knew then that what he feared was true.
It wasn't so much that Marg was being unfaithful to him. There were times when he wished he could get her to go to bed with some prospective client. What really stung was the thought that they were probably laughing at him.
A snotty nosed kid of seventeen making out with my wife and the two of them laughing at me. It was a painful thought. He wondered if the kid was boasting of his exploits around the office so that everyone was in on the joke. Everyone but him.
Resisting the urge to hurry into the house, Bob made himself check the time. He sat in the car and waited for the minute of his hand to move. From time to time, he peered closely at his watch to make sure it was still going. He had never known time to drag so.
While Bob waited for the reluctant minutes to tick off, there was nothing to do but try to guess what they were doing in the house.
Would they be in the bedroom? Was Marg already naked when the boy arrived? Would they play around for a while? He guessed they would. He remembered that she liked to be played with for a long time.
Bob recalled too that Marg had phoned him just after lunch and wanted to know what time he would be home. It tied in. He remembered telling her it would be around seven or eight. That gave them plenty of time so that they didn't have to rush it.
After fifteen minutes, he couldn't prolong the waiting. He had set a target of twenty minutes in the first place, but he just wasn't going to be able to stick to that. In five more minutes, he told himself, I'll go right out of my skull.
It was just sixteen minutes when he slipped out of the car and started hurrying through the back garden toward the house.
Approaching from that direction, he knew, there was no chance of being spotted.
The door from the garden into the rec room would open easily. If they were in there, he would catch them before they had a chance to get ready for him. If not, he would strike out from there.
Turning the knob slowly, quietly, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was empty-Bob listened carefully, but heard nothing. At one point, he thought he heard the creaking of a bed, but he couldn't be sure.
Stopping just inside the door, he slipped his shoes off. As he was about to begin his quiet exploration of his own house, Bob stopped. With something of a shock, he realized that the thought of someone making love to his wife had excited him.
It wasn't a part of the script at all, but he began undressing. He didn't stop until he was stark naked. Looking down, he saw the rigid badge of arousal. All of a sudden, he wasn't angry. Instead of anger, there was a burning fire of compelling lust. He wanted to watch them. Wanted to see the kid making love to his naked wife.
A small voice tried to tell him it was an insane feeling, but he shut it up. His right hand wrapped around himself and he felt the throb of desire inside his clenched fist.
Stepping quickly and quietly into the living room, he found it too deserted. That was what he expected and wanted. It meant they would be in the bedroom. He wondered whether the door would be closed.
After a couple of dozen silent steps, he found the door wide open. He could hear them now. They were laughing and whispering excitedly. He tried to picture their naked bodies writhing on the bed. For a moment, he drooled over the mental picture, then began walking toward the door to look at the real thing.
Just before reaching it, he stopped. Through the crack between the door and the frame, he saw them. It fired him to even greater heights of arousal.
Austin was curled into a ball as he knelt over the naked woman. His mouth was working manfully on one big breast while his hands rubbed what his mouth couldn't contain.
Her legs were wide open, her knees drawn up, the darkish slash gaping from its fleshy frame waiting to be filled with the hardness of male. Bob saw that Marg's hand was playing between the boy's thighs and that she had already aroused the kid all the way. He looked rampant and eager.
He wanted to keep on watching in silence, but his feet moved despite what his mind told them. Watching from outside wasn't enough. He had to join them, had to be a part of it.
For a minute after he walked into the room, they didn't notice him. Austin saw him first and gasped. Marg, knowing something was wrong, opened her eyes wide. A moment later, her mouth fell open too.
"Bob!" The one word contained everything she had to say under the circumstances.
"Don't stop," he snapped. "Keep going. Get your mouth back there Austin and go to work on her."
Bob stood between the boy and the door. Austin had the strength to overpower the man and make a break for it, but he wasn't aware of it. He was a seventeen year old kid caught playing games with his boss' wife. There was nothing to do but take his medicine.
With Bob directing the scenes, the nude woman and boy on the bed did as they were told. Marg presented her body and Austin applied his hands and his mouth to it as directed.
Bob amused himself with the spectator role as long as he could. When he couldn't wait any longer, he began to take a more active role.
Obeying without question, Marg stretched out on her back with her head toward the foot of the bed. Showing the same abject obedience, Austin knelt astride her with his rump above her face.
Bob parted his wife's thighs and pushed the boy's face between them and told him to keep it there. Like an ostrich, Austin seemed content to keep his face out of sight. Normally, in that position, his mouth would have worked greedily between her thighs, but this wasn't a normal situation.
Ordering them to stay where they were, Bob climbed off the bed and left the room. While he was gone, they tried to comfort each other and each apologized to the other for what had happened. They cried then and waited for him to come back. Marg assured the boy that the worst was over, but she wished as she said it that she could believe her own words.
When he returned, Bob carried a drink and wore a wide smile. He was master of the situation and was obviously enjoying the role.
Announcing that he had things to say to them both, he forced them to kneel on the bed with their head down and arched bottoms facing him.
In a tone of obvious enjoyment, he broke the news that he would not divorce Marg or take action against Austin, but that he would call on them from time to time to perform for him.
As she listened to the words, Marg told herself she would find a way to overcome her insane husband. For the time being, though, all she could do was listen and wait.
My time will come, you queer bastard, she said under her breath. You'll pay for this.