The drive from Seattle was beautiful and relaxing, and Adie sat next to Bob Mason with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well for her, for Jack, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of her bubbling enthusiasm. Mason smiled and drove the Continental with one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.
Occasionally Mason would add something, but only to praise Jack, and this made Adie all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him.
The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Adie was at the very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of them had met just the finest of people, the Masons…
Shortly after they passed through the Suburbs Mason said: "Reach in the back, Adie, and open the ice chest, will you?"
Adie turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container balanced on the rear seat. Mason watched her as she moved, her legs stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her, as she swivelled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned, and Mason gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat, exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Bob?"
"Open it and see, Adie." He brought his vision back to the highway, his tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Jack would have thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."
Adie laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an unconscious way. "You're probably right about Jack. I don't think he'd remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken over everything."
Mason chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is a success. Which I'm sure it will be."
Adie started to turn around again, but Mason stopped her, placing a hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Adie?"
She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly – hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she felt perfectly safe with him in the car… but still a faint, swiftly passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze, shivering slightly.
The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the menace her intuition warned her it was, Mason placed it back on the steering wheel.
"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.
It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around to face front again.
"What's this, Bob?"
"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason …," he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.
She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its contents. "What is it?"
"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open, frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I remembered."
"Remembered?" For a moment Adie didn't understand, and then she recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Danton party. "Oh, you mean – " She had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink. In fact, about the only one I really like."
"Have some, then," he urged.
"I don't know… it's too early in the day."
"Go ahead. There's plenty."
Adie poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did, a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous.
"Mmmmm. This is good, Bob," she enthused.
"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.
Well, now, Adie thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drivein movie when she was in her freshman year of college, and the sixpacks of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ, standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open fly – and the first time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her virginity. But close, so close…
Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her buttocks into the cushion, "Here's to Jack," she said.
"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Adie.
Everything."
She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it – she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Mason had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.
By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh, is that the cabin? It's lovely!"
Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace, making not a sound.
Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned…
Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin.
"They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."
"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."
Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin.
"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"
Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.
"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.
Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"
"But Bob, I -"
They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Sue Mason's!
"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh …!"
Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility – but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"
"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"
"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me."
There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man – no longer just a man, but her Jack, her husband! – turned to do as bid.
Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting broadness of Mason's chest.
"Oh, no… no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"
What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the ageold embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.
Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.
"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.
Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively.
"It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."
She shuddered. "They're acting like… animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him.
And now he was doing that to another woman…
Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.
Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"
"No," he said.
"But you can't… that's your wife, and… we must stop them!" Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.
"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed about this."
"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"
Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."
Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."
She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would…
They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking …
Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks.
She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lustperverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.
She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Jack moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Jack groaned again and raised his leg, making Sue move over him more fully, and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his skin.
She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and expose his hair encircled brown anus.
Sue continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt.
She was wild with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again …
Jack grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of-doors. Bob Mason's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still bloodengorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent balls.
The stretching out under the warm sun…
The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, entirely in the open…
These had all been new to Jack, and tremendously arousing. She had made him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild… absolutely, mind blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt – and he had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Adie, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth… Oh God!
He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.
He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, softrimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control.
Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole.
He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus, which was but scant millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the pink bud of her asshole, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside her anal passage with stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of desire.
She was almost ready to cum!
He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from her filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes.
Then suddenly she stiffened, and Jack heard her cry aloud.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGH! I'm… I'm going to… going… to…!"
Her whole being seemed to explode over Jack, and he could no longer hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube… my God, it's never.. been this good… before!
"I'm… I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Jack knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread their sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.
Sue's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his seering, hot semen drenching her gullet. Sue groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Jack, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.
"What are we going to do about… them?" Mason asked after a while.
His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.
"Oh my God, I don't know!" Adie dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Jack would… do… such a thing!"
"Your husband is quite a lover," Mason said caustically.
"My husb-! I don't call what they were doing… making love!"
"No? What was it then?"
"It was… disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what they were doing, Bob!"
"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to." Mason pursed his lips, intently looking out the window.
"I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."
"Kissing people… there… is sick!" Adie said, cringing. "They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Jack actually… having intercourse… than… what he was doing."
Mason smiled inwardly at Adie's reluctance to use the real words for what she saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck" and "suck", to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and suck him. But he only looked at Adie almost as a doctor would a patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Adie. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults?
Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."
"I… I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can't really make people happy!"
Mason shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be."
Adie started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Mason reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a clean white hanky. She wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.
"I guess you think I must be an awful fool to carry on like this. I…
I'm sorry, Bob."
"Don't be sorry, Adie. No one can blame you for being upset after what you've seen today. God knows I'm upset myself," he lied.
They continued toward Seattle, each locked in their separate thoughts.
Adie was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Collins almost mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally.
Jack had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really take such deviations to satisfy a man? No, it couldn't, it just couldn't! But… could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For the first time since she was married, Adie began to actually question her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't know what it took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to do about catching Jack flagrante delicto with Bob's beautiful sluttish wife. She loved Jack, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet… where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well, she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't… and what about Bob Mason… did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, God! Adie slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still whirling confusedly.
Mason watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she felt toward Jack. The first step had gone so well that he hated to chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Adie, a practiced skill from the long years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and easily, building the gap between Jack and her and all the while closing the gap between her and himself.
Less then an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the Rolfe's house. As he helped Adie out, Mason said, "I've worked hard, Adie, awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my position." He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. "I haven't accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a foolish reaction… or an ugly scandal."
They walked along the path to the front door. Adie fumbled in her purse for the key.
"No, honey," Mason continued as she ushered him in. "There'll be none of that, I promise you." He shut the door and leaned against it, smiling a faint, sardonic smile. "But they aren't going to get away with this, are they?"
Adie turned to look up at him. "No," she said grimly. "They aren't going to get away with it, Bob."
Mason's smile grew progressively larger. His eyes moved slowly over the firm, slim curve of the distraught woman before him, trying to maintain a hurt, gentlemanly expression while the fire was building ever hotter in his loins. You're going to be a good fuck, baby, he thought hungrily. You're going to be as good a fuck as my wife when I get through with you.
He said, "I think we could both use another drink, Adie, don't you?"