Chapter 11

Debbie had the decency to remove my gag. It felt good to breathe fresh air. I could still taste, however, the adhesive around my lips.

"Aren't you jumping the gun, running out on your boyfriend?" We arrived at my home in record time. Debbie drove like a daredevil. She maneuvered traffic with the utmost skill. Street signage became a blur. We walked into a dark house. Shadows stretched across the walls. "Mike is probably beating the crap out of him. Trust me. By this time, Al should be of no threat."

A nasty smile creased her face. "I couldn't care less. I don't need him-only the money."

I sighed. "Why is it so important?"

"It's been my prime objective from the start. I've fucked three men, lied-we even trashed this house, searching for it. I would go even further than that for those big bucks."

Debbie's duplicity slowly dawned on me. "You put Tom up to it."

"Smart girl. I orchestrated the whole thing. Al thinks he principally dreamed up the scheme, but I'm the one to credit." She tapped her temple. "I hatched this plot. I got Al to portray the villain. He placed Tom in a financial crisis by getting him to invest in worthless property, then pressed him for payment. The fool hid on us. Don't worry. He'll come out of hiding sooner or later. I played both men for all they were worth. I needed someone with legal brains. Al can be manipulated. I'm sure you received a sample of his potential."

Her wicked cackle irked me.

"As for Tom, he fell right into my lap. The opportunity couldn't have been more ripe: a classic womanizer, looking for the ultimate woman and the ultimate ride. I knocked him off his feet. We made wild music in bed." She lapsed into a pleasant memory. "Your husband has a voracious appetite. He can go and go. He and his brother are a-like. I thoroughly enjoyed humping Mike, even though Al botched it. Mmmmm. I can still feel that sweet cock of his, stroking my pussy."

I glared at her. It went beyond sexual competition. "You fucking bitch."

My castigation fell on deaf ears. Debbie gloated over her conquest. "Men are surely stupid. They'll sell their souls for a piece of ass. All it takes is determination, and a steep sex drive." She snickered. "Al purchased two plane tickets to Rio de Janeiro. Although I was set for the trip, I never intended to stick with him. I operate best solo. Now that Al has his tit in the ringer, I guess I'll only need one ticket. I'll let him take the rap. He deserves it."

If my wrists were not in handcuffs, I would have slapped her.

Her mind reverted to the present. "All right, honey. Where did you stash the cash? Out with it. Time's a wasting."

"I'll never tell you."

That comment wiped the smirk from her face. Debbie's lips thinned. "Don't fuck with me, bitch. I'll wring your neck." She raised her hand to strike me. "I've got a plane to catch. Don't force me to hurt you."

I would have withstood a pistol-whipping, had that been her method. Debbie didn't scare me in the least.

"Yes," came a familiar voice from the darkness, "do tell us where the money is."

My mouth dropped. "Tom!"

My husband stepped out of the shadows. Dark-haired, handsome, tanned and trim, he revealed himself to us. He always had a charismatic presence, commanding attention when entering a room.

Debbie's hand dropped to her side. She awkwardly shifted gears. She assumed that soft, honey voice. "Where've you been, baby? You dropped out of sight."

"With good reason." He walked toward Debbie, then glared at her. "You slut."

She flinched, startled. "Why do you say that?"

"You swindled me," he harshly criticized. "You coaxed me into stealing money from my corporate advertising account. If I hadn't the forethought of depositing it my bank account before wiring it to South America, you would have taken it then."

"That's not true."

"How can you say that? Are you forgetting your confession to my wife? I heard every word." He slapped her. Debbie reeled back and struck her head on the oak stair banister. She moaned, then went limp. She sank to the floor, unconscious.

Tom turned to me. "You picked an inconvenient time to leave me, darling."

I wasn't about to let his looming presence intimidate me. "You're one to talk. What about your disappearing act? You caused me, and your brother, a great deal of trouble."

His smile was gone. "Let's discuss Mike. How many times have you fucked him?"

"What warrants that accusation?"

"It's one with foundation. I've been hiding here, in this house, all along. I was here this afternoon. I overheard the two of you going at it like savages. Why weren't you that spirited with me, Pamela? Didn't I satisfy you in bed?"

I weighed my response before issuing it. "In the beginning, before you developed a roving eye, I did. You were most indiscreet, Tom. I could smell pussy on you the second you walked through the door." I took a breath. "Why did you steal? You've jeopardized your career for an unscrupulous woman."

He gestured to Debbie's inert form. "I was going to run away with that bitch. She came up with a deal to purchase land in South America. Al authenticated the story. Little did I realize that they were in concert. The deal mysteriously fell apart, and I got left holding the bag. You inadvertently withdrew the funds from the account, oblivious to my plot. Al threatened to blow the whistle."

"But in making an unauthorized withdrawal at work, you established a trail."

"I knew I'd get caught red-handed. That's why I took every cent I could. Debbie and I would have been in a tropical paradise, on the other side of the world."

I sighed. "What are you going to do?"

"The tickets she purchased were for Mr. and Mrs. Freeling. I verified the registrations on the computer. Debbie, unfortunately, won't be using hers. Therefore, I offer it to you."

"Me?"

"We can escape from this miserable existence. I've already wired funds from another corporate account. The sum at our disposal is staggering. We'll have it all, Pamela-and each other."

"Why would you want me?"

He employed a softer tone. "Eavesdropping on you and my brother taught me a valuable lesson. Not only did I listen, I watched. You're an incredibly hot woman, Pamela. I'd forgotten how sexy and exciting you are. I want a fresh start, with you at my side."

I thought him insane. "I can't go with you, Tom. We're through. Our marriage was superficial-an empty shell."

"I'll prove to you I'm still the lover you want." He knelt by Debbie and retrieved a key from her pocket. Immediately, he unlocked the handcuffs that held me captive. "Overlook the money, baby. I want you to remember that man you once had."

His breath grazed my cheek, then he steered his lips to my mouth. I did nothing to avert his kiss. Strangely, I caught myself responding to it. For some crazy reason, I almost forgot that our marriage had deteriorated. Tom pushed his tongue inside my cheeks and explored. My heart raced. Things occurred at a rapid pace.

I questioned my sanity. Why was I willing to make love with my husband? The swirl of his tongue yielded confusion. I couldn't think properly. I could feel how badly he wished for me to forget.

Tom cupped my tit. I had been ill-equipped to received that sprawling hand. A brutal current coursed through my body. He found my nipple and repeatedly brushed it. A sapping tumult rose in my cunt. I squeezed my knees together, savoring that palpation. A flurry of tingles shimmered through my flesh.

After re-familiarizing himself with my firmness, Tom took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. "Do you recall that, Pamela?" he whispered. A towering erection bulged from his pants. I shivered while tracing its imposing outline. "You always enjoyed making me stiff."

He jogged my memory. I reminisced about loving his big thing. It typically gave me pleasure.

He withdrew his tongue. "Do you still want it?"

Dazed, I nodded.

His face darkened. "Take it out."

I slowly unfastened his belt. I sensed that Tom craved a tantalizing build up. Rushing would have killed the mood. I kept my eye on that appetizing protrusion. His sexual heat soared from that extensive lump. I undid the metal clasp of his pants with equal tediousness.

The descent of his zipper was interminably accomplished. I deliberately fussed over the manly swell.

His breath grew labored as I neared the completion of his request. His stomach muscles quivered as I massaged the shape of his cock through his briefs. The hair that formed a tapering line across his abdomen and below his waistband shook. I drew it back. His bloated crown emerged, trailed by a heavy column of flesh.

"Suck it." His tone brooked no sympathy. He had a definite thirst that demanded quenching.

I opened my mouth and covered his pulsing knob. His entire body shuddered through my tight clasp. I pulled on his taut skin, coating him with bubbly spit. My tongue roamed his vein-gnarled contours. I took him in deepening increments, observant of his facial cast. Tom held his emotions in check. Other than harsh exhalations, he weathered my turbulent mouthfuls.

"You've improved," my husband remarked. "That's better than I remember. We'll have a whole lot of time to resurrect our lust. Contemplate the possibilities, Pamela. Me and you in that hot South American sun. It'll be heaven."

I began to lift my head, but he covered my entire skull with one hand and pushed down.

"No. Don't take your mouth off it. Keep sucking. I'm enjoying it."

I hungrily clasped him. He would get no argument from me. I liked sucking his dick.

Tom slipped a hand under my dress. He explored the curve of my hips and ass. His indulgent pinches caused me to moan. "You've always had a beautiful body. I don't know why I bothered with Debbie. You're much nicer." His thumb traced the lips of my cunt. "You're getting juicy, aren't you?" He inserted a digit. "I'm going to finger you."

I whimpered as he penetrated my hot squish. Tom reached far into my pussy. He wriggled about, stirring me into a frenzy. Discipline was required to keep my lips attached to his cock.

"Oh, yeah. You want it, don't you? You want me to put my big dick in there. I can feel how much you want me, baby." He probed my moist pussy. "After seeing you with Mike, I thought of nothing but this. I've longed for you, baby. You're so hot."

I greedily devoured him. I wrapped my hand around his balls and steered him to an angle that simplified my sucking. My lips soared to the crest of his engorgement, where I lavishly circled it with my tongue. He throbbed powerfully in my mouth. My head-giving skills turned Tom on, as usual. I sank over that thick shaft, covering him with saliva. He was huge, stretching in my throat. My lips were pressed to his balls. I assaulted the heavy vein that ran the length of his cock, subjecting him to tickling hysteria.

Tom could barely stand, absorbing that delightful disturbance. "Yeah. More. Make it grow with your mouth. Stroke it with your lips. Ahhhh. Suck that cock. Suck it hard."

"Mmmmm." His finger prompted me. He pumped my loins with that determined digit. My cuntal membranes adapted to it, puckering him. He explored my pussy pulp, summoning the location of my hot buttons.

My nipples cried for lips. I ached for him to tweak them. They protruded beneath my blouse, longing for their freedom.

I finally removed my mouth from his cock. Tom's head was slumping back. He looked dazed from my suck. Instantly, I dove for his balls. I lashed them until they were soaked.

My whips intensified his satisfaction. His face was lined with tension. "Oh, yeah. Make them wet. Rub your lips all over them."

I feverishly complied. Tom was shaking before I was through. His cock twitched while I licked his balls. The head turned a purplish hue. He looked ready to explode.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, slobbering him. "Mmmmm. Ohhhh."

Tom eventually regained enough presence of mind to detach my lips. He pulled me toward the sofa. "Hurry. Get on my lap."

I quickly mounted my husband. I sank smoothly on his saliva-slick cock. My pussy gobbled him up. "Ohhhh. Oh, my God." That intense stuffing sensation pierced my groin. He disappeared into my soft center. He spread me apart with that plump shaft, digging into its relief-giving layers. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."

Tom looked injured from my furious descent. He had emptied his lungs of air while that pussy squeezed itself over him. His voice boomed after the initial agony of fitting inside me. "Ahhhh. Sit on that cock, baby. Bury me between your hot legs. Ahhhh."

I clutched his shoulders. "Is it still as good?" I could scarcely talk; that embedded thing impaired my speech. "Am I still tight?"

With his eyes closed and mouth trembling, he looked positively singed. His branching fingers enclosed my waist. "I can't stand it. Move your ass. Fuck me with that sweet pussy."

I rose and fell, moaning as it sawed through me. Oh God. He nearly split my in half. I could not neglect that solid, dividing pressure. His finger had been incredible, but his cock was heaven itself.

"Ahhhh." He groaned from the suctioning clutch of my pussy. His breathing remained uneven. He fed himself into the mouth of my cunt, meeting my voracious strokes. I overwhelmed him with the swoop of my energy-sapping cunt lips. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yourself with that dick. Bury me in that moist snatch."

I forced air from my diaphragm as he crammed me full. I received the total sum of his excitement. He drove into my hot, lubricated flesh. The ecstasy was profuse.

His abridged sentences made little sense. I ignored them as I bounced on his lap, enduring the splintering thrust of his cock. His pumping left me thoroughly rent, yet I went down for more. Tom felt so good, jammed in my cunt. I took all that I could with a saucy roll of my hips. Bearing down on that cock, I packed my cunt. Tom throbbed in the heart of my pussy.

Tom groaned. My pussy gripped him so nicely. My sweaty flesh sank on his lap, soaking him in my outpouring heat. His eruption grew near. He made no attempt to prolong his bliss. I moved my ass faster, promoting the urge. He felt the cum rise from his balls. "Are you almost there? I'm about to erupt."

I rode him to orgasm. He went deeply into my cunt. My mouth dropped open as my gratification occurred. Tom made me peak.

"Yes," I cried, spasming. "Oh, yes."

"Ughhh," Tom howled, firing liquid heat into my pussy. "Ughhh."

I smiled as I felt his goo collect in my snatch. I had gotten Tom off rather quickly-and myself, to boot.

The sound of footsteps echoed. I turned to see Mike glaring at us. "I see you've found my brother," he said in a venomous tone.

"I appreciate your returning her to me, Mike. As you can see, we've fully reconciled."

Mike glared at me.

"And you'll be pleased to know that we're going to South America."

"I'm afraid not. You committed a crime and, unfortunately, have to face the music."

Tom laughed. "You can't be serious."

Mike snapped a pair of handcuffs on him. "Does that prove I'm joking?"

"But, Mike," Tom chuckled. "We're brothers. You can't arrest me."

"I've got to do my job."

Tom became angry. "Was fucking my wife part of it?"

Mike pointed a thumb at the door. "Let's