Midge paused outside of the restaurant. She felt foolish, and for some reason she was trembling slightly. She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the entrance-way, and, with a sigh of resignation, entered the darkness of Trader Vic's. Exotic wood-carved statues lined the stairway leading down to the elegant restaurant. Midge descended slowly, trying to get a good grip on herself. She felt like turning around and going home. It seemed so silly. Here she was, a married woman on her way to meet a married man for lunch. Well, she thought, that's all it will be … lunch… no matter how I felt about it last night!
Midge approached the headwaiter, hoping that perhaps Dick would not yet have arrived and she could take that excuse to leave. But when she asked the dignified Oriental for Mr. Kelly, his face brightened considerably and with a smile he instructed a nearby waiter to escort Midge to the cocktail lounge where Dick sat waiting for her.
The bar was very dark, and Midge had a hard time making out the details until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She had never been there before and in spite of her nervousness at the idea of meeting Dick, she felt the beginnings of a sense of excitement and adventure at what she was doing. Dick sat at a small table in a far corner nursing a large drink. He rose as she reached the table and with an easy gesture, briefly kissed her hand, as he had when he first met her.
Midge blushed although she tried not to and sat down. Her eyes lowered as she recovered her composure.
"Midge, how wonderful to see you. You look even more beautiful than I remembered from last night."
The words sounded familiar, and made Midge recall the days when she was single and dating. But she was surprised at how much she enjoyed hearing them. It made her feel good. She settled down in the chair, more comfortable now, as Dick ordered her a Mai Tai. He was awfully nice looking, she noticed again as she glanced across the table at him.
And he wasn't really a bad sort.
By the time she had finished her second Mai Tai, Midge felt a warm glow caused not only by the potent drinks, but by a feeling of mellowness that was sneaking up on her. It seemed as though she hadn't laughed in months, and Dick was doing everything within his power to amuse her – and he was doing a good job. Midge relaxed completely now with the comforting thought that she certainly deserved to have a pleasant afternoon once in a while. Robert hadn't even asked her what she had planned to do that day when he left for the office. He obviously didn't care, so what did it matter? And what real harm was there in feeling beautiful and desired again anyway.
They had another drink in the bar, accompanied by flaming hors d'oeuvres on a tiny charcoal stove that the waiter placed on their table, and then moved to the restaurant dining room where they were to have lunch.
When Midge stood up to move to the other room, she realized that she was not too steady on her legs. She reeled slightly, but then Dick took her arm to steady her and it was all right. She was not accustomed to drinking much, and in the last few days, she had already consumed more alcohol than she would have ordinarily taken in several months.
Dick ordered a light lunch for them, and they had wine with the meal.
By the time they finished eating, Midge felt a little dizzy but otherwise marvelous. Everything seemed so very suddenly simple. Things didn't have to be bleak and dull. She was really enjoying herself immensely. Dick was very attentive and seemed to know how to go about doing things so that everything worked smoothly. It was reassuring to be with him. She didn't have to think about anything… and that was a welcome relief.
They left the restaurant and walked along arm in arm for a few blocks to the hotel. Midge gazed about her at the busy streets of New York. It was a bright, sunny day, yet not so hot that it was uncomfortable.
Everything looked rosy and hazy to her and she felt it was somehow exhilarating to be a little tipsy in the afternoon.
Dick opened the door to the hotel suite and ushered her into a beautifully furnished living room. Midge was surprised. She had not expected it to be so plush. "Why, it's really very nice," she exclaimed.
"Sure it's nice," Dick replied, going to the bar. "Nothing's too good for our clients. We can't make Kelly Household Products look cheap. Can we?"
"No… I guess not," said Midge. She had never even thought about such things. She usually bought the products that Dick's company manufactured, but she had never connected them with such things as elegant suites, or even handsome account executives like Dick. It was hard for her to remember the connection between Dick and her husband.
To Robert, this man was only a symbol of getting ahead… a stepping stone to a promotion. It was all so confusing. She decided to just forget about it. She didn't want to think about Robert anyway. It only made her angry all over again.
She sank deep into the pillows of the long sofa in the middle of the room and shook her shoes off. They landed on the thick rug with a softened thud.
"Here we are…" Dick said as he set two frosty glasses in front of her on the cocktail table. "Try this. I think you'll enjoy it."
"What is it?" Midge asked.
"Oh… it's a little special concoction of mine. It's got gin and bitters and a few other things… taste it!" He sat down next to her and raised his glass in a toast to hers.
"To us!" he said, letting his free hand drop to Midge's knee.
Midge hardly noticed his hand was there, for at first he didn't move it at all, just letting it rest there casually. The drink was potent but smooth and since Midge was slightly warm after their walk over, she drank it down thirstily.
Dick drained his own glass and set it down on the table. Then he encircled Midge in his arms and before she could object, kissed her fully on the lips. Midge tried to turn her head away, but he held her firmly. She realized that things were going a little too fast. She hadn't really thought about anything like this. She just hadn't thought at all actually. She tried to squirm away, but he held on tighter still, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. His hot tongue pushed deep inside her mouth, searching out all the secret, wet corners, flicking against and around moistly and persistently. "No… no…" she tried to cry out… but he continued his plunder of her mouth, pushing her head far back onto the back of the sofa so that her body arched against his; her full, soft breasts pressing into his chest. Midge kept her eyes tightly closed and tried desperately to pull away from him. But it was impossible, and in spite of herself, she felt the spark of a tantalizing desire mounting inside her. Suddenly a picture flashed in her mind. It was a picture of her husband kissing Dick's wife, Connie. She felt sick inside again for a moment… sick and disgusted with what she had seen and with herself, and then in an instant it all changed and her anger returned. That bastard! She would show him. He thought he could make a fool of her, but she would show him it wasn't quite so easy.
Dick's hands roved up and down her back and she felt one slip to her soft, smooth, rounded buttocks, where he began a slow massage that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure racing through her. Suddenly it was as though Dick's tongue were a burning torch, shoving into her mouth… and everywhere that his body touched hers, she felt as though she were on fire. She uttered a low moan of passion that was lost in the soft sounds of his mouth on hers.
What am I doing? she thought. Oh, God… what am I doing? But it was too late to stop, even if she had really wanted to. Her body craved the hardness of a man against it, and its lustful signals were too strong to overcome any mental objection she might have had.
She felt herself sinking rapidly as the warm moisture of his breath brushed against her ear.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?" he whispered. The words resounded in her head, and instead of creating the effect that Dick had expected it was as though someone had thrown cold water on her. She felt cheap and dirty, like a common whore he had brought up from the street for an afternoon's entertainment.
"No!" she said suddenly, loudly. "No…" and abruptly wrestled herself free from his embrace.
Thinking that the battle was won, and that Midge was more than ready to go into the bedroom with him, Dick relaxed his strong grip on her body, so that it was easy for her to break away.
Midge jumped up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray. "No!" she cried. "Dick, I'm afraid I have to leave. I'm really not cut out for this… I'm…"
"Now wait just a minute," Dick said, his face reddening in anger. "Just who in hell do you think you are, Miss High and Mighty?" He reached up and pulled her roughly down on the sofa beside him. Once more his arms went around her and he began to speak to her in low, menacing tones, through clenched teeth, holding her tightly against him while he spoke.
"Now you listen to me, sweetie. You don't just run around drinking in hotel rooms with a guy and then think you're gonna walk out when it gets down to the nitty-gritty. You're not a teenager anymore, baby, and neither am I! Don't be fooled by the fancy fixings here. It may be pretty, but when you take all this stuff away it's just another hotel room… and I'm in it… and that adds up to just thing in my book."
The words stung her ears… and she tried desperately to get away from him, or at least to cover her ears so that she could not hear the ugliness of his words. He seemed different. His entire manner changed from that of a perfect gentleman to a coarse, crude longshoreman.
"No… no…" she screamed, "I've got to go. Please let me go!" But his strength was too much for her and he continued his cruel taunts, his eyes glinting fiercely and his handsome face distorted by a mixture of lust and anger.
"Listen, honey… I don't know if it means anything to you or not… but either you calm down and act sensibly or Mr. Church… that is his name isn't it? Bob Church? Well, Mr. Church won't get to be the big time exec at Carter and White. As far as I'm concerned it's a toss up between Carter and White and D.D.M. amp; O. for my account. And I tell you what. Mrs. Church is the one who gets to make the decision with that hot little pussy of hers. How about that?"
Dick chuckled to himself and once more covered Midge's lips with his.
He was determined to get into this little bitch's pants now, no matter what. He had been speculating too much, ever since the party last night, about what it would be like to feel his prick between her legs in that warm little pussy. To let her walk out the door now… just because she was new at the game was impossible. She'd just have to catch up fast, he thought.
Midge felt his cruel lips bruising hers, his tongue once more forcing its way lewdly into her helplessly resisting mouth. She could hardly believe her ears. It seemed impossible that this man was saying such things to her. The very fact that she was there alone in a hotel room with him seemed unreal to her, and she could not even imagine how it all had come about. Then suddenly she remembered. Her own husband and Dick's wife! Robert and Connie. It was all his fault. Neglecting her all this time; probably out making love to other women every night. All those nights he had refused her. She felt hysteria rising in her at the ludicrous position she was in. She didn't care about the damned promotion… all she cared about… all she could think about was the image of Robert making love with another woman, probably hundreds of other women… and she, playing the foolish little housewife. She was a woman, with a woman's needs.
As Dick's body ground against hers, it felt as though something had snapped inside her. She hated this man and all he stood for, and yet, there was something exciting about him. A perverse pleasure began to expand within her at the evilness of what was happening. It was horrible, the feel of Dick's tongue lashing inside her mouth – horrible and yet strangely wonderful. It was becoming more and more wonderful as she thought of what Robert would think if he knew. It would serve him right!
Dick ground his hand into Midge's breast, enjoying the feel of the pliant flesh beneath his hand. His fingers found her nipple and gave it a vicious twist.
"Oooooh!" Midge groaned. But unwittingly Dick had done the one thing that would make her melt in his arms. She felt a return of the dizziness she had felt before as the gin swirled through her bloodstream, and a piercing sensation raced through her body from the tip of the nipple that Dick continued to torture, to her belly where she felt her vaginal muscles contract strongly in aching anticipation of being filled by a strange, hardened cock.
She felt the obscene touch of his other hand on her leg rising slowly under her skirt, crawling along her thigh, tracing rippling feelings of desire on her smooth, white skin.
A tremendous shudder racked her body as Dick's fingers reached the soft vee nestled between her shapely thighs. He rapidly slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, and parting the soft fleece of pubic hair, plunged them into the wetness of her pussy. The thick fingers brushed harshly against the nakedness of her flesh, thrusting into the crevice of her sensitive slit, where they toyed with her now throbbing clitoris, sending delicious sensations to every corner of her brain, making her squirm and whimper with a desire that was rapidly building into an uncontrolled inferno of naked desire.
"That's more like it, baby," Dick said, panting now that his fingers had found their mark. "You catch on pretty fast."
Midge barely heard the words as her legs spread limply apart. It did not seem to matter anymore what Dick said to her. There was nothing to do now but respond to his touches. She wanted him to continue his fumbling between her thighs, and involuntarily she began to shift her hips so that he could have better access to her hungry, tingling cunt.
"Ah… that's it… that's it," he rasped lewdly. "Now open up those hot little thighs a little wider for me, honey. Come on, I want to play inside a little!"
The obscene words reached Midge's ears and instead of decreasing her pleasure, she felt a wonderful sense of wickedness, and before she even realized that she had done it, she parted her thighs wider at his command. Dick screwed his entire hand down between her parted legs, and with a grunt, shoved three large fingers into her pulsating pussy.
Midge cried out at the impact as the blunt edges of his fingers hit against her sensitive cervix, deep in the secret confines of her cunt.
It felt unbelievably good.
"Ooooh!" she moaned, and for the first time she responded with her entire body to Dick's advances. She pushed up from the sofa, up against the flatness of the large frame that hovered over hers. Dick began a back-and-forth motion with his hand in an imitation of intercourse that rocked Midge's entire body each time he reached the farthest depths of her smooth cunt passage.
"Ooooh… aaah… oooh!" Midge moaned over and over as Dick's hand pummeled into her.
"Ready for the bedroom yet?" Dick asked. "Just tell me when you're ready. Come on… I need a lot more room with you than we have here!"
Dick unceremoniously withdrew his hand from between her thighs with a wet, sucking sound, and stood up. Midge lay there stunned, and it was a moment before she could gather her thoughts together.
"Come on!" said Dick, "I think you want it as much as I do."
Good God, she thought, what was she doing with this crude man? And yet, when he reached down to help her up, she let him pull her into his arms, where he pressed her so tight that she could feel his stiffened member throbbing against the material of his pants, pushing into her fluttering belly. He kissed her lightly and then led her by the hand into the bedroom.
The bedroom was cool and the blinds were drawn. There was a huge kingsized bed taking up most of the room. At the sight of the bed, Midge had a wild moment of confusion. The whole thing seemed so tawdry… and the spread was disturbingly similar to the one that covered her own bed at home. But Dick stood behind her and, cupping her heaving breasts in his two hands, kissed her on the neck. Her head swam, and it felt as though her knees were going to buckle under her. Dick's long thin cock was pressing into the cheeks of her buttocks through the material of her dress.
"You're gonna get one good fuck thrown to you, honey. I don't know how good that husband of yours is, but I can tell you one thing… I'll give him a run for his money! Now come on, let's get those clothes off!" Dick's hands worked on the long zipper that ran the length of her dress and pulled it all the way open. He pulled the soft lightweight material of her dress off and let it slide to the floor. Midge stood there in her slip and bra and panties, trembling at the lewdness of his last statement. The coolness of the air-conditioned room reached her shoulders and arms, and she felt goose pimples break out on her exposed flesh. Dick ran his hands up and down her arms, still pressing himself into her from behind. He let his hands roam over the slickness of her slip where it stretched across her gently rounded belly, then slid on to her unresisting loins, where he rubbed her teasingly, sending vibrations of lust through her sensitized pussy.
Midge moaned softly as Dick turned her around to face him and then walked her backwards to the edge of the bed. He let her fall softly to its surface, and then stood above her while he removed his clothing. It only took him a few seconds to take everything off, and he was standing naked before her. Midge looked up at him and saw his long, lusthardened prick sticking straight up in the air. Dick's muscular body stood tall and tense above her, filled with an urgent desire for her. A shiver went through Midge's limp, yielding body as she saw him take his cock into his hands, fondling it almost absentmindedly, as he gazed down at her. She could not help but imagine this strange man's obscene tool plunged inside her, and she realized that she wanted to know what it was like. Then why couldn't she just relax completely, she wondered.
Why was she tormented by these conflicting emotions after what she had seen her own husband doing with this man's wife?
She did not have long to think about it, for Dick knelt down beside her prone form and reached under her brief slip to her even briefer panties, where he hooked his thumbs into their elastic and pulled them down over her hips and her round, full buttocks and threw them on the floor. Then he pushed her slip up and pulled it off over her head.
Midge felt as though she were in a dream. Here she was, lying passively on the bed while a strange man removed her clothes. There was something terribly evil about it, and it was that very evilness that began to permeate the core of her being with a heat that she could no longer deny. Any last remaining thoughts about getting away were now gone, as she felt her bra being ripped away from her firmly rounded breasts, exposing them to Dick's avid stare, and to his grasping hands.
Midge lay completely naked on the bed. As Dick looked down at her, he appraised her exquisite beauty. He looked at her full-blown hips, tapering gently up to the small waist, then followed the curves up to her soft white breasts, which he kneaded greedily with his hands. His thumb and forefinger tweaked the rubbery nipple of her right breast, then his left hand mimicked his right, and on either side he held firmly in his grip the small twin peaks of Midge's easily aroused bosom.
Midge writhed beneath the tortuous feel of his fingers rolling the ball-like buds of her nipples… back and forth, round and round, until she thought she would lose her mind.
"Oooooh… no… no…" she moaned, knowing that in a moment she would be clawing at him, begging him to enter her, if he did not do so quickly.
But Dick was in no hurry now that he had her nude and helpless in front of him. He wanted to savour every moment of this conquest. She was even more good-looking without her clothes than he had thought. It was like taming a wild filly, he thought, and he intended to bring her to full submission. He wanted her to remember this afternoon's adventure for a long time. He lowered himself slowly so that his body gradually lay flat and hard on top of her wriggling form. His penis jumped as it contacted the smoothness of her warm feminine stomach. His chest hairs pressed into her breasts now, and he felt the erect nipples pointing into his skin. This was really going to be good, he thought. He felt nervous perspiration starting up all over his body as the tension mounted and his lust grew.
"God, you're really stacked, sweetheart. I hope old Bob appreciates what he's got here!" he laughed sarcastically.
The words hurt; Midge in the midst of her building excitement felt another rush of bitter resentment against Robert. Well it would be tit for tat now. At least there was no question about Dick's appreciating her, no matter how crude he was.
Dick pressed down on her harder, making it difficult for her to breathe and Midge felt as though she were suffocating. Dick's wet tongue brushed across her lips and then thrust its way into her mouth where it rotated about lewdly. His breath came in heavy, uneven gasps as he began a slow grinding movement against her flattened belly. She was being ground down into the mattress, and she could feel Dick's leg part hers with one sudden movement, opening her thighs wide and the throbbing vee of her cunt. She felt the tip of his penis push against the entrance of her secret passage, and as his hands continued to work steadily at her breasts, she slipped into a trancelike state of ecstasy.
All sense of reality was gone. There was only the feel of the smooth, rubbery head of his blunt shaft as it pushed against her hair-lined slit, combined with the electricity of his hands on her breasts.
"Nice tits you got, sweetheart," Dick said wetly into her mouth. Midge scarcely heard what he was saying. Still, he was poised at the moist pink opening between her legs, hovering there without entering her.
Midge began to feel as though she would burst into a million pieces if something more did not happen soon. She began to push her pelvis up to meet his hard teasing cock, hoping it would slide of its own volition deep into her wet, tortured pussy. Wildly, she spread her legs and pulled them up, one on either side of his back, hooking her heels against him. The round head of his rod lodged a moment just inside fleshy cunt lips and then parting the softness of her pubic hair, rammed fully up into her heat-filled cunt.
Man, what a hot little number! Dick thought to himself. Man oh man!
He let his blood-filled member shove all the way into her, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt muscles jerking madly around his cock. It felt incredible, and he decided to fuck her now without mercy. With all the strength he had he barreled into the tenderness of her flesh, ramming his tool into her unprotected cervix. Midge thought he was going to split her open, and she screamed with pain. But nothing could stop him now as he continued like an enraged animal rocking the full weight of his body deep deep into her upturned pussy.
She had never felt such pain before and she fought him, panic-stricken.
But it was to no avail. He was too strong for her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.
On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles against her quivering white buttocks. Midge could not believe what was happening.
It was like being raped. There was nothing she could do to get away from this brutal man. But after a moment harsh sensations struck her on another level, and suddenly each blow of his surging cock slithering inside her cunt, brought an unexpected pleasure. She wanted it to hurt!
It hurt and yet it felt good at the same time. It was more acute and more exciting than anything she had ever felt before.
On top of her, Dick could feel his cock expanding more with each giant, cunt-splitting thrust. Her cries only served to excite him more, and on and on he rode, feverishly screwing into her upturned cunt. Midge's torment grew into a greater and greater masochistic pleasure that enveloped her being, cloaking her in a thick veil of wildly abandoned sensuality.
"Is it hard enough for you, you little cunt!" Dick snarled. "Is it hard enough for you?" It felt to Midge as though her cunt were filled with a hot, burning ramrod.
"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, "it's wonderful… wonderful!" Her eyes rolled crazily back in their sockets, and her head swung from side to side as she felt wave after wave of passion mount within her. She began to babble incoherently as the long, smooth strokes of his hardened cock invaded her womb deep and deeper.
She sucked hungrily on Dick's flicking tongue, hardly aware of what she was doing. Her loins gladly sustained the delicious torture of Dick's large rampaging cock. She was completely out of control, wiggling and jerking shamelessly under his savage blows.
Dick gloated to himself as he continued skewering into her. She was just the way he had pictured her… no longer the smug young faithful housewife but a wanton slut under him, crying out for more, loving every minute of her degradation. He liked that. It made him feel good.
His cock was about to explode with a stream of sperm, but still he held back… he wanted to hear her screams a while longer. It was like music to his ears.
"Is that better than Bob gives you?" he yelled at her breathlessly, almost bending her back over double with a fierce and powerful strike against her ravaged secret parts.
"Oh, yes, better, better…" Midge babbled back. "Much better!" and as she said the words she felt the beginnings of an orgasm starting in her, right where Dick's obscene cock struck, causing the prickling needles of fire that danced along the inside of her hot, desperately clasping pussy. It started at one spot and then as the thick bulbous head struck again, the spot enlarged, growing rapidly with each glancing blow… until finally it became a raging fur of untamed lust, climbing ever higher in her wildly clenching belly. She struggled and gasped for breath. It was coming fast now. A lewd moan escaped her lips, like the mating cry of an animal, and then it was there, crashing all around her. Every muscle tense, she arched her back and let out a piercing shriek of pleasure as the climax controlled her, taking her over completely, wracking her body with the white heat of torrential starbursts.
Dick felt her cumming beneath him and began to work faster and faster, increasing his strokes to bring her to greater climax. Then when he felt it was there, he let loose his hot jet of jism, spewing into her womb like an erupting volcano. The semen hit the tip of her cervix, and slid back down her steaming vagina, mingling with Midge's own juices, flowing slowly out of her passion-quivering vaginal lips.
As the violent waves of her orgasm subsided, Midge whimpered and collapsed limply under Dick's sweating body. She felt used as she had never been used before but her entire being was for the first time in a long time flooded with the joy of complete release. For those few moments she felt light-headed and without a care in the world except the still lingering shadow of guilt that flickered momentarily through her lust-dulled mind.