Chapter 7
The marriage took the entire firm by surprise. Forrest Cameron was surprised more than anyone, because he had been expecting to move into Wentworth's spot when Wentworth became chairman of the board. Now Addison had married, and what was more he had married Livia, who knew all about bookkeeping, so-even though Wentworth would shortly be moving up to the top spot, it was rumored that Livia would be made president of the company. This really put a hole in Cameron's plans.
Roger Wentworth was another person taken totally aback. He knew the agreements signed by Addison and himself would put him in as a chairman of the board when Addison retired shortly, but he didn't know if he liked the idea of some young cunt moving into second spot in the company simply because she had snared Addison into marriage.
There was a brief honeymoon, and afterward, when the Addison's returned, Roger Wentworth went and paid his respects to the newlyweds. He spent some time along with Warner Addison and was relieved to discover that Livia had been placed where she was in order to enhance the security of the company. She would take the place of Addison's former secretary, though the former secretary, as everyone ha known, had never performed any secretarial duties. She had fostered the illusion of being a secretary to outsiders, but her real job was to convince men to seduce what looked like a straitlaced woman whom no one was supposedly able to get to first base with. Each man who did seduce said secretary was thus filled with a sense of self-importance, and as a result began doing business with the firm in the hopes of getting more of the secretary. Now it created an even stronger impression on prospective clients—to be able to seduce a partner in the firm rather than a secretary. Addison had no trouble convincing Wentworth of the idea. After all, Addison assured his partner that he, Addison, as an old man, rarely, if ever, was able to make use of Livia. She, in turn, was a young woman, with a young woman's healthy needs. Granted, she was particular, and when not working for the firm would not allow just anyone to crawl into her. She was, after all, Warner Addison's wife.
This last was all Roger Wentworth needed to hear. As Addison had expected, Wentworth was a lothario, and sincerely believed himself irresistible to women even at his present age, which was sixty-one. Addison was certain the man would make a play for Livia, and intended giving him full opportunity. naturally, he would watch the whole thing from his bedroom. Every room in the place had a hidden TV camera in it, and the closed-circuit video was all plugged into the projection screen set in Addison's bedroom. Had he wished, he would have been able to record everything on videotape, but for the moment he didn't wish to bother. There was no reason, as yet, to try and hold anything over Roger Wentworth's head. To date, Wentworth had been too clever to try and really cheat Addison, though in the future Addison would be scrutinizing the books more carefully. Nevertheless, the time had come to make Wentworth believe himself a big man with the ladies.
As it was, Roger Wentworth, on meeting Livia, had immediately been taken with her good looks. He had also felt the initial impression everyone was supposed to feel, that she was a "decent, quiet, discerning housewife who would never consider cheating." But he would make her cheat on Addison. After all, what went on between Livia and himself had nothing to do with business, ergo his convincing her to sleep with him would obviously be a coup. But Wentworth was even smarter than Addison gave him credit for, and after Addison has supposedly retired for the evening, Wentworth, instead of making a pass at Livia in the house, offered to take her for a drive. Livia accepted.
It was warm considering it was the end of March. In fact it was so warm, the light jackets they were wearing seemed unnecessary. He had parked the car on the rim of a hill that overlooked the village where she now lived with Warner Addison. Then they had gotten out of the car and had stood at the support railing, looking down at the village's lights.
"It's beautiful," Livia told him, feeling all kinds of tingles inside her. She was fully aware of what Roger Wentworth intended, and she had a small brooch on her dress with a tiny microphone so that her husband was at lest able to listen in on everything being said.
"Well," he said, standing beside her, "I thought it was too lovely a place simply to bypass. Besides, a little fresh air should clear both our heads. Being in that stuffy mansion can make anyone dizzy."
"Where is Mrs. Wentworth?" Livia asked.
"My wife vacations in Florida six months out of the year," he told her. "Unlike Warner, I'm not lucky enough to have a wife interested in the business. I make the money, and she spends it."
It seemed only natural for the man to put an arm around her waist and hold her close, even if there wasn't a chill in the air. She knew he was working up to a seduction, and she would let it happen, though not too easily. He had to think it was partly a rape. After all, she mustn't let him think she was some kind of tramp, or that he was being set up.
She flinched a little as the man's hand suddenly boldly moved higher and cupped the fullness of her right breast.
"No!" she murmured in a soft voice.
"This isn't right!"
But she made no move to take his hand away as strong fingers closed on the fleshy globe, a globe that all but bounced because of her rapid breathing. She felt her taut nipple pulsating as the invading fingers first brushed against it. Then his palm began pressing against it, massaging it ever so lightly. Livia felt fire sear through her vagina as the man continued massaging the resilient flesh with increasing strength.
"Unnnnnnhhhh ... Roger ... " she gasped, her voice sounding husky in her throat, a throat so tight it sounded as if a vise had clamped around it.
She thought fleetingly that this was, after all, what she was supposed to be doing. She might just as well see how effective she was with Roger Wentworth. If she succeeded with him, then she would succeed with just about anyone.
Then all thoughts of what she was supposed to be doing faded from her mind. The only room in her brain at the moment was for the sensation afforded her by the urgency of the strong masculine hand continually kneading her breast, manipulating her into a white-hot fevered rage of wanton desire. Her husband had, oddly enough, adequately kept her content during the honeymoon, but the virility of this slightly younger man had her aroused. She took a step backward and found herself leaning heavily against the supporting arm.
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Suddenly Roger took hold of her arm and turned to face him. He pressed against her well-rounded body, and she immediately became aware of the rocklike bulge in his trousers as it twitched involuntarily against the softness of her belly. The dampness between Livia's thighs renewed itself as she longingly envisioned the hardness of his cock boring its way into her vagina. She wondered why she felt such urges. True, she was supposed to permit herself to be seduced, by why did she feel the need to inwardly cheat on her husband as well as physically doing so? God! It all felt so good, so very good. She made no attempt to escape Roger's lips as they pressed firmly against her own.
The kiss left Livia breathless. It was an eager kiss, and expert kiss, a demanding kiss. Her mouth automatically opened with nor urging on his part, willing to accept the tongue he probed into her mouth. Her own tongue responded, licking his. She was suddenly so far gone in sexual arousal, needing very little now to really set her off, that she was totally unaware of the continuing moans of pleasure escaping from her lips. Roger held her immobile for a moment, his strength considerably greater than that of her husband, and when he let go, she almost stumbled and fell.
Livia was unable to stand the fact that the strong, supporting arms of the gray-haired man were gone. He had a craggy face, with deep brown eyes and a firm straight nose, and she knew this man had enjoyed more than his share of women in a lifetime, and obviously knew how to make them enjoy life, as well.
"We're going to make excellent partners, you and I, Livia," Roger said to her. "I think we'll get along excellently."
Livia looked into his eyes and whispered, "Do it to me, Roger. We're alone! Do it to me!"
The problem was, she meant it. She wanted him to fuck her. It wasn't just an act on her part, though her husband would always believe otherwise as he listened to all that was happening.
The sound of her own words lingered in her ears. She was behaving almost wantonly, shamelessly, as if making the man believe his magnetism was such, she was unable to resist him. The truth was, she felt desire but it wasn't merely brought on by the man's presence. What she felt was the inner urgings of her own body for with the passage of time her need for sex had increased by leaps and bounds. Her husband's attentions had barely kept her under control All she knew was, she needed more than the usual ungentle loving her husband was capable of giving her. That he had been able to continue making love to her was a tribute to her own femininity. But the fact was, she needed an awesome, overpowering man, and right now Roger Wentworth was that man. She wanted him—had to have him. If he believed he was the cause of her desires, all the better. There was a burning flame in her crotch that only a sturdy masculine organ would be able to extinguish.
Roger led her back to the car because a chill had suddenly sprang up. The two stood beside the vehicle and he kissed her tantalizing lips again. His hands slid down her back and gripped her roundly pliant rear globes, feeling the tautness in them as he squeezed, compressed, then drew In and released, pinching and pressing together the tantalizing fleshy mounds until Livia thought she would simply pass out from the sheer pleasure of the man's touch.
Roger opened the car door, and reached inside, he pressed a catch behind the front seat that caused the seatback to fall back so that it was level with the back seat, thus forming a bed. He turned and led Livia into the car. She immediately rolled onto her back, then lay back, still fully dressed, her rounded thighs slightly parted. She knew what was going to happen, and she was aching for it to happen. At the moment she was more than merely a captive of the company. She was trapped by her own inner emotions. Her brain was a whirling carousel of lust. She had never known the meaning of true love, and in a sense she was lucky. She might have fallen in love with Forrest Cameron had he permitted it, but his ambitions had been so great, he had shunted her aside, passing her to the men who, in turn, had broken her in so that she was now the wife of the outgoing chairman of the board, and the mistress of the incoming chairman, while she, herself was about to become president of the bookkeeping corporation. As a result, she felt no sense of loyalty. She felt no love. All she did feel was an all-powerful, enveloping sexual desire, and since it was obvious the man had similar feelings, she would use him to gratify her needs. What was more, in the future, she would use all men who supposedly seduced her to gratify her inner desires.
Despite the mounting lusts continuing-to swell inside her, she felt a tremor of fear, because while she had been used, and violently, by quite a few men, this was the first, since her marriage, that she was sleeping with a man who was someone other than her husband. In a way, she felt virginal all over again. This would be her first cheat, even though her husband was listening in and hearing everything.
She almost cried as Roger leaned down on her aching body, their arms, legs, torsos, and fulcrums coming together in a seemingly unplanned slow-motion embrace that appeared to engulf all her sensibilities. Desire continued mounting in her.
Roger's leg was pressing between her tantalizingly parted thighs, and she spread them even further apart. He kissed her throat passionately, his tickingly moist tongue immediately pursuing a course beneath her throat, then down the deep valley between her heaving breasts. The low-cut dress she was wearing displayed all her obvious charms, and the sighing woman gasped at the feeling.
Her husband had done a good job on her. Old man though he was, he seemingly knew all her erogenous zones, and one by one had touched them, awakening them, making her aware of the many different places of arousal all over her, and now she felt needs and desires the like of which totally inundated her.
He unbuttoned her dress and slowly pulled it down her shoulders, lowering it until her large breasts, still inside their containing brassiere, bulked large in the faint moonlight coming in through the car window. Her quiveringly erect brown nipples danced in the air reveling in their freedom the instant he unsnapped her brassiere and peeled it from her shoulders, tossing it on the floor of the car. They were free to be kissed and touched; free to be teased.
"Uuuuuunnhhh ... Goddddd!" the helpless Livia whimpered, spreading her plump thighs even farther apart as the mouth of Roger Wentworth moved rapidly from nipple to nipple, titillating each one unmercifully. She dug her elbows in the supporting seat and hoisted her fulcrum a little in order to more strongly feel the throbbing muscles in the man's groin as his penis probed and stabbed against the wetness between her own legs.
Roger took her right hand and forced her to reach down and touch the long bulge in his trousers. Livia didn't need further urging. He resounded to the silent directive by stroking with her palm along the length of the pulsing organ, aware that she had become used to her husband's cock which was by no means small, yet by no means as huge as this monster. She rubbed gently at first, then a little harder, and she felt the man's continuing excitement steadily mounting. He tapped her shoulder, and she raised her legs obediently as he quickly stripped the rest of her dress from her totally and completely, dropping it somewhere off to the side for the moment.
Roger paused long enough to look down at the tantalizing female from beneath him. Yes, she was quite a woman, all right. Basically the picture of morality itself, not one of those glamour women, but a wholesome beautiful type, there was more to her than to most of those shallow females how made their living simply flicking. There was no blemish at all on her body, and she had sensuous curves that more than tantalized any man looking at them. He even saw the faint fuzz of pubic hair on her pelvic mound beneath her skimpy white silk bikini panties. He tugged at them impatiently, and the lovely woman once again lifted her hips to assist in their removal.
Livia remained lying on her back, scarcely breathing for the moment, waiting while Roger hurriedly divested himself of all his clothing. She unobtrusively moved her hand around so that the pin on her dress with the small microphone in it was clear of any obstruction, and her husband would be able to listen in on everything that was being said, as well as all the sounds of passion.
She stared as the man managed to filly pull down his boxer shorts and reveal his throbbing length of cock, an immense organ that was larger than any she had previously seen. Even after having felt it, her eyes widened at the sight of it. The organ probed the air proudly as he knelt on the seat beside her. A rippling shiver of uncontrolled anticipation caused the saliva to flow that much more freely in Livia's mouth as she thought of the huge cock's length and breadth plunging into the center of her belly.
Roger rolled over on top of her, lifted himself above her for a moment, his breath coming in quick, hard gasps. Then he slowly sank down, his mouth kissing her throat, ravaging her tantalizing breasts, planting a series of wet, slurpy kisses on her slightly rounded belly. The enormous length of his shuddering phallus pressed firmly against the soft flesh of her outer thigh, its searing heat stating a series of chain reactions in her frenetic molten interior She squirmed beneath him as if trying to hurry his cock into her interior, but Roger was in no hurry now that he knew he had her where he wanted her.
His hands stroked her sides and belly, then moved down to her softly tantalizing pubic mound. Reaching fingers slid lower and then tickled their way through the feathery fleeciness of her fuzzy pubic hair, tickling and teasing until the woman was writhing in total sexual agony. Then a finger darted down and plucked very lightly at the ragged fleshy fissure of her sexuality, and a moment later it slipped inside.
"uuuuuunhhhhannnhhhh!" Livia found herself bleating involuntarily. "Yesss!"
She surged upward with her hips to meet the pressing of the finger, and as a result felt an increase in pressure.
"Christ! You're wetter than water," he gasped, staring at them in surprise. "I saw the damp spot on your panties, but I had no idea how wet you were until just now."
Sodden, but totally unashamed of her wetness, Livia merely groaned out her lust as the finger began massaging her vaginal lips, also rotating inside her womanly chamber with a circulatory motion, manipulating her inside walls with an excruciating deliberateness no man, not even her husband had used on her before. She held her breath as the hand covered her vagina and moved in such a way that two fingers widened the splayed opening of her cunt while the forefinger of his other hand massaged her clitoris. She jerked wildly beneath him as a fiery bomb seemed to go off in her fuming interior, and then the probing finger returned to her lubricated open passage.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped as pleasurable sensation continued flooding through her shuddering body.
"Like what you're feeling?" he asked her.
"Uuuunnhhh! Yes! Yes!" Livia sighed aloud. "Please ... oh please ... more more ... more ... " and her hands cupped her own full breasts as the man's fingers completely aroused her inner being, continually plunging in and out of her seething feminine swamp.
Roger continued manipulating his probing digits inside her aching cunt, sometimes poking just one in, then adding a second finger and enlarging her a little, enjoying the feel of elasticity as her cunt seemed to snap back each time and cling to one finger. Her cunt felt a tightness inside, because her own husband's cock was not particularly thick, and the two digits, once probing inside her, spread apart, as if stretching her walls that much more. As he continued pumping the fingers in and out of her sucking inner self, she began gushing a torrent of sticky wetness over the fingers and she inwardly enlarged that much more. She was panting from the pleasure only a virile man was capable of bringing her, and much as she had enjoyed what her husband had done for her, it wasn't nearly as good as what Roger was doing for her, now.
"Please ... Roger ... " she gasped, beads of perspiration forming on her head as she quaked and shuddered. "Oh please please ... I can't stand it anymore."
"What do you want me to do?" Roger taunted sadistically.
Yes, he was the sadist her husband had warned her about, though she knew he wouldn't try anything too sadistic as long as Warner was alive. But she would placate him for the moment.
"I want you to fuck me, Roger," she gasped. "I want to feel that big, fat cock of yours slushing its way in and out of my cunt," she told him steadily, in no way ashamed, the words at the same time stimulating her even more.
The sound of her voice excited Roger, too. She had such an innocent face, and she looked so clean and nice, it was a pleasure to hear such words spew from such a sweet mouth. No longer in complete control of himself or the situation for the moment, he was unable to prolong the titillation of Warner Addison's new wife. God! Seeing her this way, he understood why Addison had been so totally taken in by her that he had married her. Had Roger not been married himself, he might well have tried marrying her, himself. He was completely caught up in the uncontrolled desire he felt for her.
"Yes," he nodded. "I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you, right now!"
He said it savagely, as he jammed his big, swollen cock between her widely spread thighs, pushing into the tight, narrow opening of her shuddering vagina. He probed brutally for a moment as the lovely woman bit her lower lip at the soft- lipped entrance-violation taking place.
Then the probing cock of Roger Wentworth speared the doughnut like opening that much more firmly, shoving in for an inch or two as he slowly lowered himself on top of her.
"Huuuuuannnnhhhh!" Livia gasped, as she felt the swollen head of the phallus slip deeper and deeper into her questing pussy.
Her mouth was pursed in half-pained, half-delighted apprehension as she felt it worming its course so deeply inside her ravenous pussy that the hardened flesh seemed to lodge its head just beneath her breasts.
She rocked from side to side as the man thrust his weighty cock even more deeply inside her, causing her to jerk her ass up and down.
"Ooooonnhhhh!" she gasped. "You've uhhhh ... got it all the way in, haven't you!" This last was for her husband's benefit, as she was certain he was listening to everything.
"All the way," he replied, surging forward with his hips, and Livia quivered as another inch of thick masculine gristle penetrated her quivering feminine sheath. But her moans and sighs were those of pure, wanton pleasure. There was no longer any pain involved in having her cunt stretched by a thick, strong cock. She thrust her straining thighs even more widely apart in an effort to fit even more of the man inside her shuddering body.
"Hhhhhhhaaauunngghhhh!" she gasped, her breath very short, making her pant furiously. "Don't stop ... for the love of God ... don't stop ... not now ..."
Roger was surprised at the total abandon this woman was exhibiting. He was also aroused by it, because he believed it was his cock and nothing else that was responsible for her behavior. Here he had been thinking of her as a somewhat uptight bitch who would need some careful training before being turned loose on future customers, and she was surprising him by becoming more of a flicking wildcat than any of the glamour girls he usually had to hire for such occasions. He had to admit, seeing a wholesome woman like this turning into a raging sex-fiend was far more exciting than watching an unfeeling glamour queen attempt to fake a series of orgasms. Even in preliminary movements the woman beneath him was rolling her ass as if it was put together in greased sockets. He hovered over her for a long moment, the thick cock buried right to the balls inside her quivering quim. His scrotum brushed tantalizingly against the globes of her bottom.
"Fuck me!" she gasped out loud. "Fuck me, Roger!"
Her cunt shuddered as he began chugging his prick back and forth inside her, slowly at first, an inch back, an inch forward, two inches back, two inches forward. Then he moved faster, deeper the strokes longer, more arousing and thrilling. In, then back, in, then back. Each forward thrust was a hard drive, and each plunge was a little deeper. Jesus! He wanted this woman to remember this first fuck he was giving her, because he intended fucking her again, and if he made it really good for her, there would be no way on earth she would be able to resist him. The last thing he needed was to have to start convincing her that he was good for her. Now that he had the old prick inside her it would do a far better job of convincing than any words he might use.
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Livia moaned because of the deeper penetration of this man's cock, pressing all the more firmly against her vaginal backwall all the time. She strained her buttocks upward from the seat on which she lay, her cunt hungry for the driving rod that was beginning to increase its thrusting speed with each movement.
Roger was continuing to fractionally lengthen his strokes each time, grinding his rigid phallus into the woman's quivering feminine gash as she kept on moaning and sighing beneath him. He continued mercilessly driving his fleshy spike into her surrounding vaginal well, and all the while Livia was sobbing and panting with uncontrolled sexual frenzy. Her vagina felt ready to explode at any moment. She had to admit this was the single most exciting fuck she had ever enjoyed.
A succession of electric shocks burst through her body as she gripped the shoulders of the gray-haired man in order to clamp him that much more closely to her. If the world had suddenly burst into a million pieces at that moment she would have been unable to concentrate on anything other than the fact that a cock was still moving back and forth in the tantalizing depths of her cunt. Her bouncing asscheeks began twitching spasmodically as the interior muscles of her vaginal lagoon tightly clenched the hard-driving cock and threatened to lock it inside her.
Then she felt the deep-stirring tingle presaging her arriving orgasm, and she desperately fought to keep it from engulfing her too quickly. She did her best to make each moment last as Roger continued his heavy violent pounding into the depths of her belly. He slammed in with such furious strokes she grunted audibly with each impact. Her quivering thighs were now tightly wrapped around his moving body as the giant wave slowly built up inside her.
The first convulsions started almost lazily. It began quaking in the turmoiled depths of her shuddering belly, then moving downward to titillate her cock-filled chasm. Livia's seductively closed eyes were suddenly wide open.
"Aaaahhhaaanggghhh!" she exclaimed at that moment, and the her simmering vaginal cauldron boiled over. "Oooohhhooo ... Rogerrrrr-aaaaayyynnngghhh ... !" Her stomach surged upward as she internally erupted like Vesuvius. "Aaaaiie commmmiiiinnngggg!" Her hands were pounding against Roger's shoulders. "Haaahhuunnnh!" This last sounding almost like a dying gasp as her oils filled her inner passage, lubricating her interior all the more.
Her almost maniacal frenzy totally overpowered Roger, who continued fucking her. Her cunt was squeezing his cock as a cunt had never compressed around it before, and he had to all but stand straight up and down on it as he pounded it into Livia's orifice. Then it was his turn to bellow like a bull, his lips pressed against her neck as his moment over took him and he splashed sperm into her flooded pussy.
"Good! Oh so good!" Livia murmured as he fired into her again and again.
The following week, Warner Addison stepped down as the chairman of the board of the bookkeeping and accounting firm he had headed up all those years. To no one's surprise, Roger Wentworth was elected to succeed him, and by the same token no one was surprised when Livia Addison was elected the next president of the company, leaving all the other aspiring hopefuls remaining precisely where they had been for the past few years. Although her husband was ostensibly retired, Livia knew he would be keeping a careful eye on things —especially during those times when she was fucking for Roger.