Chapter 5
Before her husband could move, Mona rolled herself free of Jacqueline's embrace and threw herself into his arms.
"Darling!" she gasped. "Oh my darling! Let me explain why we did this ... " Her body, still wet from the heat of the young girl's lust, pressed hard against him, her glistening breasts like great twin cushions on his bare chest.
"I wanted to ... "
"It doesn't matter, Mona." Caine's voice was thick with emotion, his senses reeling, his prick a surging shaft of pure animal desire. Even without the intimate closeness of Mona's body he would have been unable to contain his lust. But with his wife's naked flesh rubbing against his own ...
He locked his arms around her back and slowly fell forward on top of her, making her fall backward onto the bed beside Jacqueline. His legs pushed their way between his wife's thighs, forcing them open.
The panties were still twisted up around her loins, gathered in a tight, disheveled bundle across her thighs. He reached his hand between their bodies and lifted them up-making room for his prick to thrust beneath the wet crotch band and began to slide its hot, dynamic length into her still throbbing cunt.
"No ... ," Mona moaned. "Let me explain first, darling-let me tell you ... "
But the not-to-be-denied head of his cock was already sinking relentlessly between the open moist lips of her pussy-driving thickly up into her belly and stretching the tight hole of her cunt elastically open. She could feel the hardened penis of her husband starting to pulsate frantically and involuntarily, she tried to draw back sharply as he ruthlessly thrust his swollen prick deep between her wide-spread legs.
Mona clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails pressing painfully into the hard muscular flesh. Caine grew even more passionate as they broke his skin and then raked frenziedly down his back. And then, unable to control himself, rammed the remaining inches of his fiery hot cock deep down into her straining cunt-cramming her, thrusting deeply into her soft, resisting passage, until their pelvis's slammed hard together-their pubic hairs tangling in a hopeless mass of interlocking curls.
His temple was throbbing, a hot and insatiable redness welling up in his eyes. He stretched his hands down to his wife's thighs again and tugged her panties up ... taking the waistband and drawing the elastic top ruthlessly higher and higher.
She began to sob, arching her body up as if she couldn't get enough of his prick inside her. He quickly pulled the silky panties up over the cheeks of her ass, feeling the taut V-shaped front rubbing, scraping against the base of his prick: the tightly stretched pants feeling like a constant caress on the tender underside of his penis.
He slipped his hands up the sides of Mona's body, glorying in the soft fleshiness of her skin. His elbows helped him prop his chest away from her breasts and Caine let his fingers descend onto them, slowly rolling them about on Mona's body, making them assume a variety of abstractly beautiful shapes.
They were squashed tightly together, the pliable globes rubbing against each other in a breathtaking embrace; causing a deep and inviting valley to appear between them ...
Then he relaxed the pressure and let them swing gently back into their normal position, keeping his hands softly on the erectile nipples. He next drew them as far away from each other as they would reach-holding them apart momentarily and then flattening them back again with his palms.
Finally, in rhythm with his slow teasing fucking of her cunt, Caine imprisoned his wife's nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and pinched them cruelly upwards.
This caused her breasts to distend, taking on a pear-like appearance. Caine jiggled the nipples, moving them up and down ... to the left and right, staring down, fascinated, as Mona's snowy peaks molded freely under his treatment.
He was screwing her viciously now: his prick coursing in and out of her moist, palpitating cunt with hard, relentless strokes. The slit was made even tighter than usual by the harsh, constraining pressure of the legband of her panties; they prevented her thighs from opening too much and thus ensnared the lips of her cunt even tighter around Caine's driving cock.
When he had first entered her, Caine had thought that he could only last a few moments before launching his climax. But now, becoming aware that the young Jacqueline was watching every movement, he found the stamina to restrain himself.
It seemed banal, even childish, but he was determined to show this young Swedish girl that he was a man. He wanted Jacqueline to see that he was capable of giving Mona a far longer and far more intense, pleasuring than she had!
A further inspiration occurred to him!
Why not encourage Jacqueline to come closer and allow him to fondle her at the same time?
Caine glanced at the girl. She lay on her side, facing them, her eyes bright and unblinking as she stared trance-like at their lewdly entwined bodies.
He released one of Mona's breasts and reached out a hand to Jacqueline. She hesitantly moved nearer. She trembled as Caine's fingers came to rest on her hip, but offered no resistance to him when he started to stroke her and urge her body closer to them.
Within a few moments Jacqueline's buttocks were within easy reach of his hand. He let it slip around the girl's waist and forcing her to look into his eyes, he rubbed his fingers down into the deep crease between her buttocks ... down the steep slopes of the firm golden skin.
He gently explored the soft, yielding cheeks, now rubbing, now pinching ... and then, on an inspired impulse, worked his other hand beneath his wife's buttocks and started to give her the same treatment.
A feeling of intense power surged through him as he felt the two soft female asses in his hands. Jacqueline's naked and completely bare; his wife's covered scantily by her tiny bikini briefs.
Greedily, his fingers traveled hungrily over the four passion-quivering spheres, fondling and sinking lusciously into the beautiful, white, flaccid flesh.
They were his slaves! His captives! His to do with whatever he desired!! Caine felt a shudder of pure ecstasy tingle through his body. They really were, he told himself gleefully. Both his wife and the luscious, young Jacqueline: both their bodies eager to do his bidding; moving willingly into whatever pose his hands directed!
Then, as he continued the obscene fucking of his wife in front of the young girl's lust-dimmed eyes, a sudden sadistic thought came to his mind ... he worked his fingers between the curving slopes of Jacqueline's buttocks, pushing the soft, fleshy cheeks apart and feeling for the small, puckered hole of her rectum ... the small, tight circle he'd glimpsed earlier ...
Understanding what he was trying to do, Jacqueline obediently, but hesitantly, slightly raised her buttocks, giving him greater access to her rear. Caine salaciously rubbed the tips of his fingers up and down the deep valley-feeling them pass teasingly over the puckered lips of the Swedish girl's rear orifice.
While the hand which cupped Mona's bottom contented itself with a steady kneading, he slowly pushed the forefinger of his left hand into Jacqueline's tiny opening. She squirmed sensuously, offering only a token resistance to this sudden outrageous liberty. But obviously, her desires had been aroused to such an extent by Mona's earlier administrations-as well as by the sight of a man and woman fucking right before her eyes-that Jacqueline soon relaxed her body completely and gently squirmed her bottom, helping Caine penetrate her more deeply and more easily.
He eased the finger all the way in, slowly, relentlessly, turning it around and around, his passion intensifying as he felt the hot, warm flesh close tightly around it. The young girl was impaled on his hand like a roasting animal skewered on a spit; writhing her hips as she grew hotter and hotter on the inflaming spike ...
"What are you doing to her," Mona whispered huskily. "She looks like she's going out of her mind! Tell me where you're touching her, darling!"
Caine kissed his wife heavily on her lips, then, as he drew back again: "I'm feeling her ass!" he told her. "My finger is right up tight inside her rectum!" He returned his eyes to Jacqueline. "Isn't it, my precious little girl?"
Jacqueline nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed. "Yes, Mona," she murmured, her face reddening slightly from the shame.
Mona stirred slightly. Her hips continued their steady driving rhythm up against Caine's pelvis, her legs opening wider to take him deeper inside her, but her hands slowly released their hold on her husband's shoulders. She felt for Jacqueline's wrist.
"Why don't you take revenge on me, darling?" Her voice was so soft, so breathy, that Jacqueline fully understood what Mona meant when the woman raised her body and deliberately placed the girl's hand beneath the soft warm cheeks of her own ass.
She left Jacqueline's fingers resting on the cheek which Caine's hand wasn't fondling, then stroked gently up the girl's arm-her hand coming to rest on the upper swell of her young, eager breast.
"Go on!" she urged. "Feel me there, Jackie! Don't be shy-you've done it before!"
As if to encourage the girl, Mona let her thumb slip down over her nipple and flicked the nail over the already inflamed protrusion. Up and down it went, scratching insistently into the hardness, making the small, shapely breast shiver and tremble.
Jacqueline responded with a groan and raised the elastic rim of Mona's panties and Caine felt her fingers brush briefly against his thrusting cock as she wriggled them past his testicles.
"That's right, my darling!" Mona cried-and he knew that the girl had begun to tease her finger up into Mona's tightly constricted anus. The next moment, he felt the proof of it pressing warmly against his prick: Jacqueline's girlish finger pushed softly against the underside of his throbbing cock, tickling it almost beyond endurance as she thrust against the thin membrane that separated it from his pulsing penis by just a hair's breadth ...
The sensation of her caress and the knowledge that Jacqueline was doing such an obscenely intimate thing to his wife while he was actually fucking her, caused Caine to lose control completely.
He jammed his forefinger as far as it would go up Jacqueline's ass-feeling the soft, rubbery tightness all around it, seeming to suck and draw his finger even more deeply into the constricting channel and he managed to stretch his other fingers until they reached the thin, moist slit of her cunt.
They were unable to penetrate the girl's trembling, moist vaginal opening very deeply from this position but he succeeded in tickling his nails just below the inner surface and across the outer lips.
Meanwhile, his raging prick fucked faster and faster into his wife's hungrily throbbing pussy. It strived with increasing urgency, teased almost beyond endurance by the constant pressure of Jacqueline's finger against the sperm-filled, ultra-sensitive underside.
He could feel the floodgates opening.
Against his will, Caine felt the overwhelming pressure beginning to well up deep in his cock-the sperm crying out frantically for release-bubbling deep down in his swaying testicles and demanding to start that long, intense outpouring, into his wife's hot, waiting cunt.
His fingers tore wildly at her panties, tearing them aside until he could feel Jacqueline's hand. Insanely gripping her wrist, he forced the girl's fingers as deep as they would go into his wife's helplessly squirming rectum.
And instantly, he started to erupt ...
The intensity of his orgasm frightened him; he couldn't remember ever experiencing so prolonged and sensuous a climax. His hot, white semen spurted and spurted ... until Caine felt drained to the point of unconsciousness ... until he felt that it would never die away to a trickle.
But it wasn't merely the physical sensation of coming that filled him with such awe. The violent upheaval extended to his mind as well-making him giddy and weak. His brain sizzled as if the cells had been short-circuited. His mind felt totally inadequate to contain the sudden ecstasy that possessed his whole being ...
He scarcely knew where he was or what he was doing: His hands were full of soft, rounded female flesh; sensuous, warm skin that pleaded with him to shape it, twist it, hurt it ...
All around him he felt the luscious curves, like satin blankets-warming him, caressing him ... until he was completely enveloped, smothered by all-consuming surfaces of intimacy.
Frantically, he wrung every last drop of semen from his roaring orgasm. The spasm was finally coming to an end, but he still felt strangely unsatisfied. His cock was still as hard as ever and gave not the slightest indication that it was going to lose its potency-even after the thundering orgasm he'd just experienced.
He withdrew it slowly from between his still groaning wife's legs and as the head pulled free of her hungrily clinging cunt lips, Caine realized he was fully prepared to fuck the voluptuous young Swedish girl without any waiting to regain his vigor.
But there was no need for haste now. The initial urgency had passed, leaving him with a more sensual desire to pet and fondle the two girls. To caress them slowly and leisurely; watching them squirm and plead with him for the final satisfaction of his rampaging cock in their cunts.
This drowsy, quietly erotic feeling gave way gradually to an even more pleasant reverie. The fantasy grew and took shape in his mind that it would be wonderfully exciting if Mona and Jacqueline actually did assume the roles of his obedient slaves! If they openly subjected themselves to his domination ... pretending with him that he held the power of life and death over their bodies.
Caine pictured himself as an omnipotent Eastern king-a mighty warrior, a ruthless man whose every whim must be instantly obeyed! And here, lying beside him on the royal bed were two of his most delectable concubines ... Mona, his suddenly sexually inflamed wife and Jacqueline!
But the girls had to be briefed as to what was expected of them. Before Caine could slip into his part completely and temporarily lose his drab identity, Mona and Jacqueline would have to fully understand their own roles in the fantasy.
He opened his eyes at last and rolled carefully off Mona's body, feeling his penis protruding rigidly up in front of him-the sleek, wet shaft pulsing gently.
Mona murmured drowsily in her sleep. Her unaccustomed sexual exercise had completely satiated her and she lay with her head turned sideways on the pillow, breathing deeply, her legs spread obscenely apart as he had left them.
Caine looked across at Jacqueline.
The young girl's breast was still held loosely fin Mona's hand, but she showed no sign of wanting to join her lesbian lover in sleep, Jacqueline looked lazily awake-her passion filled blue eyes regarding Caine with an unmistakable expression of sudden fear. She seemed like a quiet, shy little girl. The lewd experiences she had gone through today had brought the girl quickly through her adolescence and wrought an abrupt maturity in her character.
He leaned over his wife's slumbering body and drew his mouth close to the young girl's face. They kissed with their lips wetly open and Jacqueline's tongue crept between Caine's teeth; stealing deliciously into his mouth and licking sensuously across its roof. She was afraid not to. She was suddenly enmeshed in a strange fearsome triangle that she did not understand. There was nothing to do now but play along with them.
He cupped her other breast and gave it a soft, gentle squeeze-then let the firm, white mound loll gently in the palm of his hand, supporting it with a soft caress of his fingers. Jacqueline hesitantly leaned towards him as they, continued kissing, letting her hand stray as if by accident to the stiff erectness of his cock. She could not let him know she was frightened of a man and was only doing this for Mona's sake.
She stroked tenderly up and down it, using only the very tips of her fingers. Her gentle, coaxing touch filled Caine with an aching longing for the very young, very beautiful girl.
But at the same time it reminded him of his desire to play the part of a ruthless, terrible monarch: forcing both Mona and Jacqueline to attend to his needs on fear of painful punishment. He ended their kiss and started to whisper secretly in the girl's ear, finally bringing himself to voice his urgent need. When he had finished explaining to her in halting phrases what he wanted them to do, Caine steeled himself for Jacqueline's refusal. For her mocking laughter, for her cold contempt ...
For anything, in fact, except the girl's surprising agreement and willingness to do anything he asked of her!
"Yes, yes, I think Mona would like that," Jacqueline murmured. "We'd have to dress up, though, wouldn't we? I know-there are some old bangles and beads in the attic. I'll go and get them while you tell Mona what she must do. And we can wear some silk scarves ... Oh, Mr. Ashley! It's going to be so exciting!"
She kissed him quickly, then bounced off the bed, looking for all the world as if she was about to go and dress up for a fancy formal party. She knew she had to look convincing if she were to please Mona.
Caine watched as she swiftly pulled her panties on-then stopped short, smiling ruefully down at herself and exclaiming: "Silly! I won't be needing these, will I? I'm going to wear a much sexier costume!"
Jacqueline peeled them off again and posed proudly in front of him for a moment, smiling lewdly as she saw his cock jerk slightly at the full sight of her voluptuous young body. Then she hurried out of the bedroom, leaving the door open behind her.
Mona had roused at the girl's voice and she opened her eyes wide, looking at the empty space on the bed where Jacqueline had been lying. "Where's she gone?" she asked Caine dazedly. "Did you tell her we wanted to be alone?"
"Not exactly." Caine settled himself comfortably on the pillow, putting his hands behind his neck and stretching himself luxuriously. His prick throbbed stiffly and Mona ran her eyes over it, licking her lips involuntarily in anticipation.
"Will she be back soon?"
"Yes-quite soon, darling. But I want you to get two of your silk scarves out of the drawer and go up to the attic with her: Jacqueline will explain what we're going to do."
Caine's voice was so matter-of-fact, so casual, that he might have been asking his wife to perform an ordinary household chore. His body seethed with a new-found confidence; he felt almost disconcertingly in full control of the situation.
"But, Caine-there's so much I want to tell you, darling! We've got so many things to discuss."
"Later, Mona. We can talk as much as you like. But not now! Please!-Jacqueline is waiting for you."
Reluctantly, Mona got up from the bed and adjusted her panties. She smoothed them out so that they once more resumed their function of concealing her sex. Caine smiled.
"You won't be needing those, darling!" he told her. "I think you'll find that Jacqueline has a rather more interesting garment for you to wear!"
Mona stared at him, a frown beginning to crease her forehead. "The scarves?" she whispered. "Is that what we're going to put on?"
Caine nodded. "That's right, Mona. We're going to play a little game, just the three of us." He ran his eyes leisurely over his wife's scantily clad body. "You're going to be a slave, darling-a docile, obedient little slave-girl! You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mona?"
She trembled visibly. Her teeth chewed on her lower lip, sucking the corner of it into her mouth anxiously. "Caine-hasn't this gone far enough?" she ventured. "We can't go on; at least I can't I must have been crazy to start such a thing! Let's put an end to it-please, darling!"
He smiled calmly at her. "As you said-you started it, Mona. And I'm afraid I don't want to stop, not just yet, anyway!" He seemed amused by her obvious discomfort.
"I'm enjoying myself, darling. I'm having fun! What's the matter-aren't you?"
"Caine ... we're being ... I don't know ... we're acting like irresponsible children instead of adults! We simply can't let this go any further." She was getting panicky now, searching for some reason why the "trio" she had initiated should now be abandoned. "For one thing, it's not fair to Jacqueline!" she blurted out. "That poor girl-she's scarcely older than our daughter!"
Caine broke in irritably. "For God's sake, Mona. What in hell do you take me for? You set out deliberately to excite me by pretending to have an affair with the girl-oh yes, please don't think I haven't seen through that little scheme!-and now that I've swallowed it, you're starting to have cold feet!" He stopped for a moment, then continued:
"Well, if you think that now I'll just say: 'alright, darling, what we're doing is wrong and we should call the whole thing off'-you're crazy!"
He softened his voice. "Mona," he went on, more reasonably. "Can't you see what has happened? Your door was open before-I stood there watching! I know what you and Jacqueline were doing ... and I know you were trying to let me catch the two of you!
"Well, it worked! Darling, I haven't felt so excited in years ... so close to you! Why break it up just when we're having such a wonderful time?
"Go on-go upstairs and make yourself ready. Jacqueline will be wondering what's happened to you. I promise you we'll talk it all out later." ... Caine leaned forward and gave Mona's hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked down at him doubtfully, then gave a small, uncertain nod.
"Alright, darling, if that's what you want, I'll do it to make you happy."
"I'm sure." He watched her as she walked slowly out of the room. Her buttocks swung sensuously under the tight panties, the cheeks sticking out boldly on either side of the cutaway silk.
He was alone. For a few minutes there was time to bathe in anticipation of the joys ahead. Caine decided to have a cigarette while he waited for Mona and Jacqueline to return. It would help to soothe his nerves, perhaps quiet the pounding of his heart.
As he inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs, he felt again that glorious sensation of freedom flowing through his body. No matter what finally developed from this lustful evening, he thought, one thing was certain, he would no longer have to search for a young and adaptive mistress ... and the knowledge that his life was no longer falling into the same pattern as everyone else's filled him with indescribable excitement.
His mistress? She was right here in the house at this moment! Upstairs with his wife, changing herself into a voluptuous slave-girl!
Jacqueline! Caine breathed her name out in a throaty whisper. Jacqueline! He ran his tongue sweetly around the word, savoring its exotic, adventuresome flavor.
Unwittingly, poor Mona had supplied him with the very girl he had yearned for. She had been right under his nose for over three weeks and he had not so much as dared to go near her because of her youthfulness!
Caine put his cigarette in the ashtray and let it burn down unheeded. He didn't really want to smoke. He rather enjoyed the quickening of his pulse; the way all his senses felt keen and sharp.
Poor Mona! he smiled again. He had to admit that he would never have thought her capable of such a desperate plot! Even now, Caine could hardly credit the fact that his wife had arranged such an intriguing and daring scheme to reawaken his interest in her.
She must be quite desperate to risk such a blatant, obvious ploy; why, he might have reacted very differently for all she knew! Another man would have walked out on her for ...
Caine stopped, his thoughts suddenly sticking in a groove. "For all she knew ..." the phrase tickled irritatingly in his mind.
Out of all the possibilities at her disposal, why had Mona arranged a "lesbian" scene to seduce him?
Could it be ... could it be that she knew him better than he thought? Yet surely he had never so much as hinted that he found the spectacle of two young women cavorting in sensual pleasure together an exciting one.
He couldn't have!
As far as he could remember, the subject had never arisen in their infrequent conversations.
Was it that indefinable and probably fictitious, quality they called "feminine intuition?" Perhaps ... Caine felt rather uneasy all the same. If, somehow, Mona did see through to his most secret fantasies, she was in possession of a deeper knowledge of him than he realized. It implied a greater understanding of his psychological make-up than he himself possessed.
Absently, lost in this uncomfortable speculation, Caine reached out and crushed the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray.
Perhaps Mona was a better partner for him than he had previously imagined. He didn't want to believe this, but the idea was taking a firm root in his mind and refused to be dislodged. Also, Caine was growing increasingly aware that Mona had shown no trace of embarrassment when he had burst in upon the girls.
Quite the contrary. And when she and Jacqueline were making love, Mona had been the one to take the more dominant role. He saw suddenly that his wife simply couldn't have been caressing Jacqueline solely for his benefit!
She was subconsciously enjoying the situation as much as he!
She hadn't suffered a rather unpleasant intimacy solely to please her husband. Mona had forgotten he was watching ... forgotten that her own husband was in the same room while she had relations with another girl!
He allowed the thought to settle, to sink fully into his brain. It changed quite a lot of his feelings towards her; she was clearly far more complex a person than he had understood her to be. Well, he mused, he'd see what developed during their next bout of love-making.
After all, there was no need to choose between the two girls yet. For tonight, at least, he could enjoy them both!
Caine felt comforted and reassured by this last thought. It was nice not to have to make a decision of any kind-and there was plenty of time to make up his mind whether it would be Jacqueline or Mona who would ultimately become his lover ...
He could now hear them coming back down the stairs, their soft footsteps barely discernible as they approached the bedroom. Caine's heart beat faster, his imagination reaching ahead to imagine what the girls would look like in their "slave-girl" costumes. He was confident they would fulfill all his expectations.