Chapter 6
Frank Martin was nervous and had been adamant about his two dry martinis before dinner. It was Saturday night, the evening of the gala dinner-dance at the Country Club, and he was determined that Alice would be eager and relaxed by the time they arrived for the festivities. He had carefully gone over every detail of the evening beforehand; everything had been memorized, reviewed, rehearsed and carefully, meticulously planned. As they made ready to leave the apartment, Frank held another drink out to his wife.
"No, Frank, please. I don't want anymore. I've already had too much ... and I'm feeling a bit dizzy," Alice said.
Sipping from his own glass, he said, "Oh, c'mon on ... I want you to relax ... feel good ... so you'll really have a good time and enjoy the party.
"Well ... all right ... I am a ... little nervous. It is our first big party at the club ... and I want to make a good impression," she agreed.
Frank was jubilant as he eased the car into the highway and they started out for the country club. Charm and politeness oozed from him as he talked to his wife.
"You really look fabulous tonight. I've always said you should wear that kind of dress."
"I ... feel a bit ... uncomfortable. It's so showy and I feel as if... anyone could see right through the material," she replied, self-consciously.
"I'm glad you have a nice body ... and I think you should show it off ... and put those old bags at the club to shame!" he sneered.
"But ... I still think you should have let me buy the other dress ... this one's just too skimpy. It's as if I'm trying to expose myself .. completely," she complained.
He glanced over at his wife approvingly. She was Wearing a tight-fitting thinly woven dress, diaphanous in the extreme, its see-through quality revealing her body to advantage. The fabric clung to her body and outlined the mounds of her breasts through the scanty bra.
Alice caught his lingering, hungry stare and pulled her light wrap tightly around her, in an effort to shield herself from his eyes.
"Do you have to look at me that way!" she flashed. "Is that supposed to be a sample of what I'm going to have to put up with from every man that I meet tonight?"
"I was only admiring you," he replied.
Of course, Alice was right. His thoughts were preoccupied with sex ... sex with her ... sex with Susan. Suddenly, he remembered. Susan ... Ed "Reynolds . . . Alice . . . Sex! This was the night! The time had come when he had agreed to sacrifice his wife. It wasn't exactly like an ancient ritual sacrifice, but just the same, it was a sacrifice. He had even carefully chosen a special dress for the ritual event. The irony of the whole situation hit him hard. A twinge of conscience passed through him and he began to fight his apprehension. The details of all that had occurred and precipitated his decision to involve Alice overwhelmed him and the glitter of reward obliterated his conscience and he was in full control once more.
Clearing his throat to get his wife's attention, he started, "Oh, by the way, darling ... we're going to be sitting with the Reynolds' tonight ... isn't that a coincidence? He mentioned that there's going to be some shifts in personnel soon . . . and I sensed that he was hinting . . . that I very well could be in line for a promotion. Isn't that good news?" he smiled, trying to emphasize the sincerity of his rehearsed lie and hoping that she would believe it.
"Why, that's wonderful news, Frank! I had no idea that..." she began, pleasantly surprised.
"Nothing's certain, of course," he interrupted. "But, I don't want anything to spoil my chances of moving up. I wonder ... if maybe you could be . . . well ... extra friendly to him tonight ... you know ... make him notice you ... and me ..."
"I ... I'll try ... of course ... if you think I can help you," she replied enthusiastically.
"Spoken like a loving wife, darling!" he cooed.
The attendant took their car and they entered the front doors of the club. Walking through the lobby they made their way into the ballroom and were greeted at their table by Susan and Ed Reynolds and Julie and Hank Rollins. Drinks were immediately ordered and they were soon swept up in the festivities of the party. It was a happy and carefree group of wealthy people who spent their lives playing as hard as they worked, spending money freely and carelessly, always eager for new thrills and excitement.
Frank was careful to discreetly seek out their waitress and give her a large tip along with very explicit instructions for the hours ahead. Her long doleful eyes looked up innocently, as she assured him that she would follow every detail that he had outlined. Her last remark caught him off guard.
"Is it more fun in bed at home when your wife's drunk?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"Ug ... yeah ... sure," he stammered, taken aback by her boldness.
"A few drinks ... help me too," she added, flexing sexily as she slowly slithered away, with Frank's eyes watching her calculating movements.
He asked Susan to dance and she took the opportunity to tell him that everything should take place as planned as they glided around the dance floor. Her dress was almost bare at the breasts, and he, had to concentrate not to reach up and fondle her almost fully exposed breasts. Trying to content himself with a long, lingering close look, he felt the crawling sensation iii his scrotum which he knew was the prelude to a throbbing erection. He led Susan off the dance floor and was eager to sit down again. Susan knew exactly what was happening to him. She sat on one side of him, and no sooner had they taken their seats, when he felt her hand in his crotch. Chatting innocently with the others at the table, she rubbed his hardening penis, smiling coyly at him.
"Easy boy!" she whispered to him. "Save it for later!"
"You damn ... I should reach over and pull your tits out of that flimsy piece of material and start sucking on them, right now! he teased.
"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed, letting go of his penis and relaxing back into her chair, meeting his smile with an innocent stare.
What a cockteaser, he thought to himself.
Alice had danced with Frank and after returning to the table, found herself seated next to Ed Reynolds. Trying to engage him in conversation, she couldn't help but notice that he drank heavily and seemed to take particular notice of her youthful, shapely body. Despite his obvious, lusting stares, he behaved like the perfect gentleman and she felt no real cause for alarm or anger.
They talked easily and Marian and Ed soon discovered that they had many mutual interests. Comparing notes on their favorite classical composers, Ed was delighted to meet someone so young who was not totally addicted to blaring rock music. He could not tolerate the popular sounds and found them eardrum-bursting. Occasionally, he would let his leg rub up against hers or brush her arm with his hand, consumed by wild desire to grab her and pull her into his arms and ... But, he kept his composure, retreating back into polite conversation, and returning to his drink.
Not long after they had arrived, Frank danced with Julie Rollins. Her message was relayed clearly and directly as she pasted her body to him, grinding her pelvis into his crotch. The smell of alcohol seemed to waft through her hair and it was obvious to Frank that she was already feeling its effects.
"Why didn't you ever call me?" she demanded.
"But ... I did. I tried to get you a number of times," he pleased. "You were never home."
"Don't give up so easily ... if you really want to play games . .. with me." The same inviting, deep throaty resonance came into her voice.
"Maybe ... you expect me to make an appointment," he quipped.
"Easy ... lover ... remember ... we don't set rules!" she retorted.
"O.K. . . . I'm sorry," he apologized. "When's good time to get you?"
"In the morning ... about ten-thirty or eleven," she smiled, her pelvis pressing even harder into his crotch, searching for his penis.
"It's a deal," he grinned. "When are we going to get -to the fun and games you keep talking about ...?"
I'm waiting for you to name the time ..." she purred, as they walked back to the table.
Things were going beautifully, Frank was delighted and felt elated. This was even more than he had hoped for. He now had three women, including his wife, for bed partners and all he had to do was pick the one that appealed to him at any given time. He still had not gone to bed with Julie but he would remedy that damn soon! That was one experience he was not going to delay any longer than was necessary!
It was a very lively party and liquor seemed to be flowing everywhere. Alice kept feeling that she was drinking too much but her glass always seemed to be full. She was not aware that Frank had made sure this would be the case. So, she kept drinking it because it was sitting there in front of her. After all, she thought, it was a party and everyone else was drinking. In the back of her mind was also the feeling that the liquor would make her more relaxed, more able to talk freely and make a good impression on Frank's boss, Ed Reynolds. How wonderful it would be if Frank got that promotion. In addition, she found herself drawn to the older man. He had a natural ease and charm which she found very attractive. Her mind was full of whimsical association ... Ed as her husband's employer ... her friend . . . her neighbor . . . her advisor . . . her father... her lover!
My god, she thought. What am I thinking about? I must be losing my mind. How could I even imagine anything like that? I could never do anything like that!
At the other end of the table, Hank Rollins sat quietly; he drank steadily, remaining quiet, responding only when a remark was specifically directed at him. Only once did he ask Alice to dance, moving awkwardly around the floor with her and not saying a word. Alice could not understand what was wrong. Never had she seen him so glum, and she saw him every day at the office. It was as if he had totally changed his personality. His usual good humor was gone. She hoped it was only temporary and decided it was best not to mention it, for which he was grateful.
The night they had spent in the motel room was _all but forgotten and Alice had realized that Hank's intentions were not what she had imagined at the time, although she had not gone out of town with him again since that first time. They had discussed it briefly, and after she had explained that she preferred to keep their relationship on a sound employer-employee basis, strictly business-like, he had agreed and kept his word. Her estimation of him as a man had grown immensely. She also greatly respected his business ability and felt sure that he was pleased with her work. They had a good working relationship' In comparison to her husband, Alice noticed that Julie Rollins was outgoing, gay, vivacious, flirting openly with all the men, including Frank, and swallowing one drink after another. As the evening went on, she had trouble controlling herself and Hank finally announced that he thought it was time for them to leave.
"But I ... don ... wanna ... go home yet! she slurred.
"Julie ... come along without any fuss ... or if you choose to make an ugly scene ... I'll have to carry you out of here, damn it!" he insisted.
"Oh, go to hell, big man!" she hissed.
Hank's arm raised and the palm of his hand slammed against her cheek, cracking loudly, despite the din of the ballroom. She sat passively, her cheek deep purple where his hand had struck it, but her eyes glowered with hate at him.
"Now ... let's get out of here, Julie," he commanded.
She struggled to rise, clinging to his arm for support, unable to walk by herself, her head rolling back and forth in a drunken stupor.
"I apologize for my wife," he said to the others. "She's not feeling well this evening!"
Muffled farewells were exchanged all around, everyone realizing that the dance was coming to a close.
Susan, who had carefully kept her drinking under control but maintained her usual vivacity and charm, took charge of the group and made a readily accepted suggestion.
"Hey ... how about you two coming home with us ... and continuing the party there ..."
Ed was delighted at his wife's suggestion. This would give me a chance to see more of Alice Martin, to get to know her better and find out just where he stood in terms of her husband ... and other men. Remembering that Susan had told him the James' were having troubles, he wondered if sex might not be one of their difficulties ...
All evening, Ed had tried to submerge his sexual interest in Alice, but he could not throw it off. He had always been careful to carry on his extra-marital affairs out of the city, fearing the scandal that could result if word got out and how it would affect his position in the firm. But the idea of Alice as a sex partner haunted him and became even more exciting when he discovered that his employee and his beautiful wife lived on the same street and were almost his neighbors.
Alice accepted Susan's invitation immediately; she felt it was her duty as Frank's wife. This would give her an opportunity to get to know the Reynolds' even better and further Frank's chance for promotion. She had been foolish earlier, and had cleared her mind of foolish, irrational fantasies about the older man as a father ... lover substitute.
There was still another reason motivating Alice to accept the invitation to visit her husband's employer's name. She wanted to see how the Reynolds lived. Having heard a great deal about their beautiful furniture, antiques and art collection she wanted to see them for herself. The Reynolds penthouse apartment was the talk of the neighborhood and it- had been written up in the local paper weekend supplement. Ed, in addition, had told her that evening about his magnificent record collection, and she was anxious to hear some of his collector's items on their custom designed stereo equipment.
Frank had no illusions about his reasons for wanting to go to his employer's home that evening. All the details had been worked out and rehearsed in detail beforehand. This was the chance that people dream of and wait for all their lives ... and he was going to make the most of it!
He had gone over the details of this evening with Susan many times before and he knew exactly what he was expected to do. There was a peculiar pleasure in the knowledge that his boss was going to be caught in a trap-a trap that Frank helped set up -and having decided to accept Susan's offer, he no longer felt any guilt or remorse about the outcome of their plans. He had decided to offer his wife as a sacrificial lamb onto the altar of sex for the god of ambition, and it was too late to turn back or change his mind. The sacrifice was being prepared for the ceremony and he would not ... and could not stop the inevitable! He had sealed his pact with Susan ... and there was no turning back.
They drove in separate cars to the Reynolds apartment. Ed was quick to suggest that Alice drive with him in the big car; Susan dutifully consented to ride with Frank!
"Don't forget ... Frank ... it's crucial that when I leave the room ... you wait for no more than five minutes and then slip down to Ed's bedroom. I'll be sure to be there ... waiting for you ... nude!" Susan told him, outlining the next steps in their plan again.
"I remember, " he replied, rubbing his arm along her warm thigh. "And ... don't worry, I'll be all ready for you!"
Reaching over and moving her arm down, he inserted her hand into his crotch, giving his hardening penis a teasing squeeze, the jolting, unexpected sensation jerking his rod to full erection in her hand, throbbing with live and desire.
Frank groaned and pleaded, "That feels great! Just leave your hand there ... for a while."
"I think we'd better leave that for later," she replied, withdrawing her hand after giving him a final squeeze.
Alice and Ed were already perusing his record collection when Susan and Frank arrived. Susan made another round of drinks and after serving them, retreated to another corner of the large living room where Frank pretended to be admiring an old master baroque painting.
Alice selected one of her favorite recordings and Ed slipped it onto the turn table, drowning out the conversation from the other part of the living room and concentrating his full attention to the young beauty who sat beside him.
Susan had silently disappeared down the hallway to the bedroom and Frank stood staring blankly at the painting, counting seconds as Mahler's symphony resonated through the room. It was as if time was standing still ... each minute dragged like an hour. Finally ... five minutes were up!
Alice and Ed were deeply engrossed in the music and took no notice of Frank as he slipped into the hallway and made his way to the bedroom where Susan awaited him. He felt his penis throb as desire soared inside of him and made his prick hard.
God, I hope I can carry this off,, he thought, as he entered the dimly lit room. He could see her shape on the bed. Hair spread out carelessly on the pillow, one shapely tapering leg drawn up, the perfect mounds of her breasts flowing together of their own weight, the cleft disappearing between them, she lay on her side. The relaxed, static pose of her body made him think that she was half-asleep.
"Are you playing games again?" he whispered, his hoarse tone disturbing her repose.
"Always ready to play! You wanna play?" she whispered back, lifting her head in an effort to see him.
Frank had not thought that Susan had been drinking very much during the evening but her speech came slow, was slurred and almost drunken. It took him by surprise. She wasn't the type to drink to excess and always seemed to be in control of what she was doing. Dismissing the point in the muddle of his own liquor-filled head, he decided that, perhaps, after leaving the living room the drinks had hit her all at once when she lay down on the bed.
"You know I want to play!" he replied. "I've been waiting for this ... all night!"
Immediately, he stripped off his clothes, flinging them all over the room, until he stood stark naked. He walked up to the bed, kneeling on the edge of it, his hard-on sticking straight out at a right angle before him, waving dangerously, threateningly, in the air like a menacing cudgel. i She started up, seeing his cock so close to her; she gasped, and suddenly she was in his arms, kneeling up on the bed, offering him her warm, moist lips, uttering only a single word, "Frank!" , He held her tightly, kissing her, her eager mouth opening to receive his tongue suckingly, her teeth gnawing, nibbling and tantalizing; then, she relaxed, lay back, pulling him on top of her, her legs playing out to allow his cock to nestle between her thighs, its chunky head making contact with the already moistened slit shining pinkly below.
Frank broke the long,, deep kiss after several moments, shifting his mouth to an erect nipple and began sucking, taking the entire areola into his mouth and scraping its length hungrily with his teeth. Remembering Susan's admonition not to hurt her until she herself requested it, he was careful not to bite. Lifting hjs arms, his hands massaged and stroked the white, marble-like but soft, pliant breasts, molding and remolding them gently in his hands. She groaned with sensual pleasure beneath him as she reached down between them, grasping his rock-hard prick in her hand to milk the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head several times. He felt his long rod begin to jerk in her hand, and he realized that lubricating juices were flowing from the head of it in pearly drops.
"My god ... what a big cock!" she hissed up at him. "I've got to take it in my mouth!"
"O.K. . . . Let's both do it to each other then," Frank suggested anxiously.
"Great... but I want to get on top!" she urged.
Frank lay back on the bed while she raised her- self and changed positions. Straddling his head, her naked loins over his face, she lowered her face to his cock, holding it with one hand while she kissed its entire length, then laved it with her tongue.
The smoothly warm wetness of her mouth on his enlarged penis was like a powerful, grounded charge of electric current, the force of it concentrated there in the glands, as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the blood-engorged head; then, that maddening oral member, the tip of it a fiery brand, tried to find its way into the tiny opening in the end of the smooth, pulsating head, and he felt the encircling lips contracting and relaxing in a measured rhythm of elemental savagery.
Reaching up above him to the pink slit of the moist cunt hovering over his face, he used both of his hands to spread apart the warm, moist hair-lined petals of flesh, exposing the smooth pink channel to his thirsting mouth and eager tongue. He put his mouth to that other waiting nether mouth, pressing his lips to it, his tongue flicking out to probe the dewy, velvet-lined femaleness and to taste the pungent juices of her softly throbbing pussy. He felt her body jerk with ecstasy and an involuntary gasp escaped her as she began to rotate her hips above his face in tiny, imperceptible circles. He thrust his tongue deep into her moist pussy and began to make circles with it, the tip flicking against the sensitive walls of her vagina in dancing counterpoint to her movements.
"OOOOoooohhhh!" she groaned, long and low, deep in her throat, muffled by his big cock in her mouth. "More ... that's so good, darling! Do it more! Lick me! Lick my clit, please!"
Her voice was guttural, strangely strained, the quality somehow different; her words were still slurred by all the alcohol she had imbibed.
Frank moved his mouth down, the tip of his tongue searching for the miniature phallus in its hooded canopy of flesh. He found it, the hardened, tiny shaft, pulsing under his tongue as he teased it to full erectness, the electric contact transmitted to her loins convulsively.
She sucked on his prick in slow, even beats, moving her head up and then down with a twisting motion; sometimes allowing her teeth to scrape lightly along his great throbbing length. Frank knew that he was endowed with a weapon of massive proportions, and he wondered how she could take all of his rod into her mouth. He had to conclude, pondering it, that she was forcing his cock at least half-way down her throat. Now, she moved her other hand to his balls, squeezing and caressing them in rhythm, occasionally allowing a finger to glide across the puckered ring of his anus below. When she began to circle that brown nether orifice with a finger, the sensation generated in his testicles and cock was almost more than he could bear. She removed that hand, for a moment only, to return with a moistened finger. The wet finger probed, the tip going in past the elastic muscle ring of his rectum where it moved in the sponginess of his back channel in ever-widening circles. He could not believe the heightened sensations racing through him, when suddenly he felt her finger being shoved all the way in, the burning pleasure-pain of it causing him to jerk his loins up at her face, ramming his cock deeper yet into her throat. He heard her gag briefly then settle back to her tantalizingly slow, sucking stroke, matching it to his up-thrusting pelvic movements.
This would have to be a mutual experience, he decided. Removing his mouth from her pussy long enough to draw a finger through the wetness, moistening it, he used his hands to spread her tight, brownish anal passage, exposing part of the pink lining to the open air of the room. He pushed the tip of his finger into her backside up to the first knuckle, moving it around to allow her to adjust to its presence, feeling the jerk of her convulsive, painful reaction to it and the quick, indrawn breath of pleasant surprise. Holding his finger in her tiny puckered rectum, his mouth sought her cunt again. He thrust his tongue deep, flicking it in and out to the inexorable rhythm she had set, as she sucked on his steel-hard cock. Then, the muscles of her anus relaxed, accepting the strange intrusion of his finger, and he shoved the digit all the way home in that soft, spongy rear door, moving the phallic substitute constantly.
She squirmed up and away from it momentarily, but quickly screwed her loins back down on the double impalement of his tongue and finger, groaning aloud in anguish.
Her muffled voice came to him, "OOOOoooooooh! Shit! Oh ... Frank, that's it! Shove it in ... all the way in ... make it hurt!"
Her body was consumed with a wild, masochistic pleasure, as she felt his finger in her anus. Nothing else mattered but those lovely, swirling, exploding sensations chasing each other through her loins. There was nothing more ... no ultimate reality ... only this!
Beneath her, Frank slaved away with his tongue and finger. She began to rock back and forth against him lightly. He felt her thighs pressing spasmodically, crushing his ears to his skull, her pelvis rocking back against his face, ever faster and faster, and she sucked him wildly, nibbling and biting at him, striving for orgasmic release from the maddening torture. He felt the beginnings of it, far back behind his cock ... somewhere in his guts, the searing, demanding need to spew his sperm deeply and be finished, spent.
He rammed his tongue into her cleft, faster and faster, his punishing finger, slipping in and out of the soft, back channel ravishingly, and he knew that climax for them both was near; he could hear the mewling sounds from deep in her chest, as she begged for paradise ... or hell, Her breasts, heavy-pointed, dragged against the hard, flat, straining muscles of his belly. It would only be a little longer ... only a little longer!
The turntable clicked off and the record stopped bringing sudden silence into the room. Alice was captivated, overwhelmed by the music. She sat in a trance, as if mesmerized. Ed got up unsteadily, walked clumsily over to the stereo and turned off the amplifier. He stared at Alice, groggily.
"Did ya like it?" he asked.
"It was ... wonderful ... almost overpowering," she replied.
Ed glanced around the living room, finding it strangely empty. Both his wife and Frank Martin were gone. He wondered vaguely if they might have gone out to" the roof garden. But more important things were pressing on him right now. He had to go to the bathroom to relieve a full bladder.
"Excuse me a moment, Alice," he said.
The investment executive went down the hallway to his bedroom, opening the door and stopped dead, surprise, horror and revulsion passing across his face in quick succession. He saw them on the bed, Frank Martin's big cock in her mouth, her loins astraddle his face, and they both moved vigorously in the age-old rhythm of love, driving for climax, their groans and gasping breathing loud in the room. Shocked beyond belief, Ed reached for the light switch and flooded the room with brilliant light.
"What the hell is going on in here?" he screamed, his face flushed and contorted with towering rage.
"Are you two crazy?"
Her head had jerked up to look at the intruder, just as Ed turned on the lights, leaving Frank's prick jerking upward in sudden chill.
"Ed!" she gasped. "Ed Reynolds! What the hell!-" The slamming door cut off her words. She hoisted herself around to face Frank who was struggling to rise.
"Frank! What the hell is going on? What is all this? What's happening?" she screamed.
It was Frank's turn to be stunned! He looked in disbelief at the naked woman sitting opposite him and his head rocked back and forth. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.
"Julie!" he exclaimed in horror. "What kind of crap is going on?"
"You'd better explain it to me ... but later, baby. I'm so hot now we'd better finish it first," she cried desperately.
"But I'm losing my hard-on ... all this excitement ... confusion ..." he stammered lamely, looking down at his deflating penis.
"You're not getting away from me now!" she said, rolling back toward him, her mouth open, searching for his lips. "I've been wanting you for weeks!"
The feel of her warm flesh coming into his arms told him that he would be able to perform after all. He kissed her, feeling the old hardness beginning to return instantly, as his flagging organ came jerkingly back to life again.
He levered himself atop her, his hips coming down between her legs, as she guided his rod to her softly hair-lined cunt, the moist mouth of it accepting him wetly, absorbing him completely, as he drove to the hilt, his balls slapping up tight against her anus. With powerful strokes, he began drunkenly fucking into her, driving now for a quick release.
Neither of them was aware of the soft click of the camera as Susan, standing in the sliding glass door to the roof garden took a revealing, an incriminating picture of Hank Rollins' wife, Julie, caught in the throes of passion. Frank's cock was deep in her cunt, her face contorted, moving spasmodically in orgasmic ecstasy.
Julie came to her release soon, explosively, the pinwheels of her passion leaving her spent upon the mattress, as Frank slammed into her for a few more punishing strokes, before he too jetted his hot, white, sperm deep into her vaginal vault, spraying it with convulsive, spasmodic pumping, the racing fluid hosing through his hardened flesh to be expelled in her with force and power.
As she arrived at the brink, she screamed out his name involuntarily, writhing and squirming in the throes of her release, her head moving from side to side uncontrollably.
"Oh, god, Frank! OOOooohhh, Frank! It's fantastic! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she screamed. Then, as his cock bored in slammingly, "AAaggghhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you, FFFRRAAN Nnnnk!"
Alice heard the commotion of the voices, the inarticulate screams and went into the hallway, full of curiosity. She found Ed Reynolds leaning against the wall, his face ashen. He was in shock, his eyes ghastly, staring, unseeing, behind the thick lenses of his glasses.
"Ed ... Ed! What's wrong?" she asked, peering into his face, concerned for him.
He tried to focus clearly on her, his sight clouded by alcohol, pain showing clearly in his blood-shot eyes. He swept a hand across his face in anguish. He did not answer.
"What's happening ... in ... there?" she pleaded, grasping the doorknob.
Managing to fix his attention on Alice, Ed's strong fingers stopped her from opening the door as he realized what she intended to do.
"No, Don't!" he ordered.
"Why ... Why not, Ed?" Her voice was shaky and she was on the verge of becoming hysterical.
"Because," he said in a somber, flat, almost matter-of-fact tone. "Your husband is in there . . . fucking ... my wife!"
"No! My God, no! That's impossible. You must be wrong. It can't be. You're just drunk! Frank would never do that... to me!" she screamed in horror.
"Maybe not... but he is!" Ed repeated.
"Open that door! Let me see for myself!" she demanded, wrenching the boor open suddenly.
Julie Rollins lay on the bed, her hair sprayed limply over the pillow,, legs splayed, Frank between her thighs, his cock deep in her cunt. They were both gasping in the aftermath of sexual release.
Alice closed the door. She had seen enough and felt sick. There was a sickly emptiness inside her. Turning to Ed, she said, "It's ... It's Frank ... but ... he's not with ... Susan!"