Manuel and Karen did a hasty job of shopping and then returned to the yacht. Karen hardly spoke the whole time. She was overcome with guilt and shame after having betrayed her husband with the handsome steward. Yes, it had been a fantastic fuck, the kind she'd been needing and wanting for years, but she wondered if it was really worth the guilt she felt afterwards.
When they returned to the yacht, Phil jumped up, smiling and relieved to see her back safely, but Karen could hardly look him in the eye. Pleading weariness, she fled to their cabin and remained there till dinner time. She was sure that if she spoke to Phil, he'd see the guilt in her face and know what she did.
At last, though, she had to put in an appearance at dinner. Fortunately no one paid attention to her, because the business deal had finally been closed and Phil had been hired as Harry Rosen's personal attorney. It was a glorious moment for Phil, and Karen felt happy for him, but she couldn't overcome her low spirits. She faked her smiles all during the meal.
My God, if only they all knew what she and Manuel had been doing during most of that "shopping" expedition. If they could have seen her lying naked in that little boat, her legs lewdly spread, Manuel humping busily over her. But there was no point in thinking about it. It was done and couldn't be mended. She was an unfaithful wife, and that was that.
As soon as dinner was over, Karen started to get up, saying she was still tired and wanted to spend the evening in her cabin. To her alarm, she saw Manuel approaching her. He'd discreetly avoided looking at her while he served the meal, but now he was looking her right in the eye, coming up to her. Her heart stopped. My God, what was he going to say?
"Before you retire, Mrs. Brandon," he said with perfect courtesy. "Mr. Rosen would like to see you in his cabin."
"Oh, thank you, Manuel," she managed to breathe.
She had no idea why Harry would want to see her alone, and she didn't care. She was so relieved that Manuel hadn't betrayed their guilty secret, nothing else seemed too important. She gave Phil a goodnight peck on the cheek and went off to the master cabin to see what Harry wanted. After talking to him, she intended to go to bed early – and stay out of trouble.
She tapped on the cabin door, and Harry rumbled at her to come in. He was lounging on the bed, sipping an after dinner drink, but when she came in, he jumped up, grinning. Karen managed to grin back, but she felt uneasy. This bear-like silver-haired man was her husband's boss now, and she could never do anything to displease him.
"What can I get you, Karen?" Harry said cordially. "A brandy?"
"Brandy would be fine, Harry," she replied.
She still had trouble calling him by his first name, but he insisted on it. He fixed her a brandy, and she took it and started to pull out a chair, but Harry patted the bed. Very uneasily she sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. He seemed to be looking at her very intently.
"What did you want to see me about, Harry?" she asked.
"Oh, quite a bit," Harry said jovially. "After all, Phil's going to be working for me now, so I thought I oughta get better acquainted with his wife."
Karen smiled, thinking she knew now what he wanted. "Look, Harry," she said, "let's not beat around the bush. I know what you're concerned about, but there's no need to worry. I'll do everything in my power to help Phil's career. I won't be a bad wife. You can always count on me to do whatever's best for the organization."
Harry smiled broadly. "I'm delighted to hear that, Karen," he said, "because Manuel told me what a terrific lay you are, and I think it would help Phil's career a lot if you balled me."
Karen dropped her brandy and stared at him. Her mouth fell open and stayed that way for a long moment of shock and incomprehension. Unfortunately, she'd heard right. Her ears hadn't been playing tricks on her. When she was sure of that, she felt anger rising in her.
"Manuel told you?" she gasped. "That bastard…"
"Now, now, honey, don't be too hard on Manuel," he interrupted. "He's paid to do it."
"To do what?" Karen said in horror.
Harry chuckled. "Well, I can tell you it's God's Own Job. He's paid to look over the women whenever we take the yacht out, decide who's the most attractive, seduce her – and if she's any good, report to me. He says you're one of the best we've had in months."
Karen blushed hotly and buried her face in her hands. It was bad enough having cheated on Phil, but now she knew she'd done it with a despicable little worm who was no more than a pimp for Harry Rosen. Manuel was merely the scout, the bird dog who brought in Harry's prey. And Karen had fallen right into the trap, a victim of her own insane lust.
"Jesus," Harry was saying, "there's no need to get so upset, doll. I'm just trying to be practical. I'm a real busy guy, and I don't have time to check out every broad who attracts me. So I let Manuel do the work. He's young and strong enough. And you gotta admit he's pretty good in the hay, too. I made sure of that. He says you got off on it pretty well today."
"Oh, my God," Karen said hoarsely.
Apparently Manuel had told Harry everything. He had no doubt told his boss about Karen's urgent need for sex, how Phil didn't satisfy her, how she lost all control with Manuel, licked his cock, sucked it, and let him fuck her into a frenzy. It was so embarrassing and humiliating. She just had to get away from Harry and recover her composure. But as she stepped toward the door, he reached out and caught her wrist.
"Hey, wait, baby," he said. "We're not through yet. We got a whole lot of things to talk about."
"Please, Harry," Karen said, "another time, okay? I just don't feel like talking to anyone right now."
"Yeah, yeah," he said wearily, still holding her wrist tight, "you're all upset because you balled another guy and he told. Well, it ain't nothing, baby, nothing at all. Millions of people fuck millions of other people. It's no big deal. How do you know your precious husband been faithful to you, either?"
Karen stopped trying to pull away from him. She stopped hearing him. My God, that was something she'd never even considered. Possibly the reason Phil wasn't interested in balling her any more was that he had another woman, a mistress. She didn't think she could stand that.
"Harry," she said anxiously, "did Phil say anything to you about other women? I mean, does he…"
"Oh, Christ, no," Harry said impatiently. "I was just putting you on. I asked him about that kind of stuff. I like to know about guys who are going to work for me. But it turns out he ain't ever cheated on you, honey, so don't worry. The guy's strictly a straight arrow."
Somehow that was even worse than hearing he had a mistress. Phil had been true to her, but she hadn't been true to him. She felt miserably guilty. She wanted so much to get away by herself and think things over, but Harry gave her wrist a sharp jerk and forced her to sit down again beside him on the bed.
"Now, like I said, we got other things to discuss," Harry told her.
"Please, Harry," she whimpered, "not now."
"Yes, now," said Harry. "I got a tight schedule. Now, like I was telling you, it would help Phil's career a whole lot if you put out for me. You're a smart girl. Do I have to tell you more?"
Karen stared at him. "Me you threatening me?" she said. "Do you mean you won't hire Phil unless I go to tied with you?"
"Oh, no, I'm not that mean," Harry laughed. "He's already hired. I just mean he'd get promoted faster, get bigger raises, all that stuff – IF I had your full cooperation. You understand what I mean?"
"Yes, Harry," Karen said dully, "I understand."
She understood that her own lust had gotten her into this awful fix. If she hadn't lost control and let Manuel fuck her, she'd never have gotten into Harry's power. But now he had her where he wanted her, and she must make a decision. She didn't want to fuck Harry. She felt no attraction for him and didn't want to commit adultery again – but what about Phil's career?
"Okay, okay," Harry said impatiently, "let's quit wasting time. Get your clothes off. I still got a business conference to get through tonight."
That did it. She wasn't just a piece of livestock to be ordered around and used at Harry's convenience. She was a human being with feelings. She didn't even care if it affected Phil's career – she was NOT going to become Harry's plaything. No man could treat her like that.
"You go to hell," she hissed. "I'm not going to bed with you, Harry. I'm leaving."
She'd thought he'd be angry, but to her surprise he chuckled. "Hey, I like that," he said. "You've got spirit. You know, most of the company wives I say that to, they either cry or they just strip without a word. No fight in 'em. But you're different. It's gonna be a real hit having you, Karen."
Then he grabbed her. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to avoid him. He pulled her into his big sweaty bearish grip and almost squeezed her breathless. He kissed her, his lips big and, soft and wet, and again she could hardly breathe. She was fighting for air when he pushed her down on the bed and started ripping her clothes off.
"Harry, no," she sobbed, "for God's sake. I don't WANT to sleep with you. Doesn't that make any difference to you?"
"Why should it?" he shrugged. "Your cunt will feel the same, no matter what you want."
He ripped her dress right down the front, and the ruined garment fell away, leaving her in a skimpy bikini set of bra and panties. Harry almost seemed to be licking his chops as he gazed down on her slim yet curvy body. Her pouting plump tits seemed about to pop from the skimpy bra, and a few golden pussy hairs showed above the low waistband of her panties.
"I hear your husband don't take very good care of you," Harry said, ogling her body. "He's gotta be a fool."
"What Phil and I do in private is none of your business or Manuel's," Karen said angrily.
"Yeah, but I happen to know it's true," Harry said. "I could tell just from the way you looked that first day, baby. You had a hungry look. You kept looking around at all the guys, especially Manuel. Shit, a four-year-old coulda seen you weren't getting what you needed in bed."
"Oh, God," Karen wept, "was it so obvious?"
She closed her eyes in shame. Harry said nothings just reached out and unhooked her bra and drew it off. She didn't have the strength or the will to light him, not for the moment. She felt his big sweaty hot hands closing over her ripe round breasts, hungrily squeezing and molding. His breathing got louder and faster.
"Yeah, Phil's gotta be a fool," Harry said huskily. "No guy in his right mind could turn down a piece of ass like you, doll. You got great knockers, great everything."
Karen wondered bitterly if she should thank him for the compliment. In her heart she was cursing Manuel for telling his boss about her, cursing Harry Rosen for holding all the cards in this dirty little game. But most of all she was cursing herself. If she'd just shown a little more will power, if she'd just remained a faithful wife, she wouldn't have this sweaty ape pawing her body right now. She wouldn't be at Harry's mercy.
"Yeah, real nice boobs," he said, his voice getting hoarse with lust.
Karen still had, her eyes closed. Suddenly she felt hot moist breath on her tits, and then Harry's wet slick tongue was skipping around, teasing her nipples and the sensitive milky-white skin of her breasts. Taken by surprise, she couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure. After all, it did feel great to have her tits licked, no matter who did it to her. She had no intention of fucking this man, however. She was about to tell him to stop, when his mouth closed over her left nipple and began to suck it hotly and hungrily.
"Oooooo," Karen squealed.
She couldn't help that exclamation of pleasure. His wet sucking mouth felt great on her tender pink nipple. She felt excitement shooting through her body, clear to her pussy. She felt her crotch coming to life, moistening, heating, swelling. After that afternoon's long hard fuck from Manuel, she didn't think it was possible to get aroused again so soon – but now she could feel it coming on.
"Harry, please, don't," she whimpered.
What she meant was, Don't get me horny. She knew herself by now, knew she'd do all, sorts of crazy things when she was possessed by lust. She knew she'd even get hot for Harry if he kept on sucking her tits and getting her aroused. But she'd feel awful later, full of guilt and shame, if she went to bed with Phil's boss.
"Hey, don't kid me, baby," Harry chuckled. "You like it."
He'd sucked her left nipple into a hard pink nub of erection, and now he went for the right nipple, sucking it deep into his scalding wet mouth. He sucked busily on it, tickling it with his tongue. Karen felt a big spurt of hot juice from her cunt – and she knew she was in trouble. If she didn't get away from this man, and get away soon, she'd let him do anything to her.
"Harry, that's enough," she whined. "Please let me go. I don't want to be unfaithful to Phil again."
Harry raised his face from her spit-soaked erect nipple. "Oh, so THAT'S what's bothering you," he said impatiently, "this adultery shit. Well, listen, doll, forget it. Everybody cheats. And if your man don't know about it, it can't hurt him, can it? So why don't you just relax arid enjoy?"
"Phil doesn't cheat," Karen said gloomily.
"He will, honey," Harry laughed, "he will."
And leaving her with that thought, Harry suddenly moved down her body and thrust his gleaming silver head between her legs.
Again Karen was taken by surprise. She stared stupidly, not understand just what Harry was up to, until she felt him nosing into her golden bush, his breath hot and moist. She felt his tongue slither out between the fat furry lips of her mons, wriggling around till it touched her tender red clit. Instant powerful pleasure ripped through her body.
"Please, Harry, noooo," she wailed.
Harry must have felt the gush of hot steamy cunt juice that went with her pleasure, because he only laughed at her desperate plea for him to stop. He knew damn well she was digging it. He pressed his mobile slick tongue tip against the supersensitive lump of her clit and started to lick, lash and rim the hot little button.
"Ohhhhhhh," Karen cried, "Ohhhhh!"
For long delicious moments she couldn't think of anything but Harry's tongue expertly licking and arousing her clit. She couldn't remember why she was protesting, why she wanted to resist this man. She didn't even think of Phil. She was conscious only of the deep and unending need in her cunt, a need her husband hadn't satisfied in years. Harry's busy wet tongue gave the promise of fulfilling that need.
"Ahhhhhhh," Karen whined, "so good…"
She heard his muffled laugh from her steamy crotch. He knew he was getting to her, the bastard. Somehow she couldn't summon the energy or the will, to stop him. It just felt too damned good. She gurgled and panted shamelessly as he tongued her tiny red joy button faster and faster. Cream leaked steadily from her horny little cunt.
Then she felt Harry's tongue snaking lower into her crotch, rimming the creaming mouth of her twat. Intense excitement gripped her, and only the fleeting thought of Phil kept her from begging Harry to stick his tongue right up her box. But Harry didn't have to be told. He knew, damn him, just what would get to her the most. She felt his thick wet tongue thrusting into her long-starved cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed, "Ahhhhh… No, Harry, please, don't do that… Take it out… Oh, my God!"
Harry paid no attention to her protests. He just worked his tongue as far as he could into her scalding wet cunt, clear to the root. Karen felt her belly deliciously stuffed with the slippery probing organ, and again she was lost. She simply couldn't deny herself this exquisite pleasure.
"Oh, yes, yessss," she moaned, "lick my cunt… Ahhhhh, my God, that feels sooo good…"
Her legs opened wider and wider as Harry worked his fat tongue in her creamy tight box. She couldn't stop squealing and moaning and gasping with delight. Damn it, she'd been needing this kind of love-making for too long, and she couldn't bring herself to turn it down. At least she had to enjoy it a few moments longer, and then she'd somehow get away to her cabin.
Harry, ginning, raised his wet face from her thoroughly aroused pussy. "You really dug that, didn't you, doll?" he said.
Karen just blushed. No answer was needed. Harry knew damn well she'd enjoyed it. He'd been right there to feel the swelling of her cunt lips, the uncontrollable creaming of her twat, and the fierce heat of her aroused gash. YES, dammit, she'd liked it.
Then Harry quickly moved up her body again, straddling her, his muscular ass just grazing her tits. Somehow while he was licking her pussy, he'd gotten his pants off. She was face to face with his nakedness, and not prepared for it. She gawked at his droopy soft prick and its thick silver bush. He leaned forward fill the warm flaccid prick brushed her lips.
"I did something nice for you," he whispered. "Now you do something nice for me."
Her conscience, her moral part, told her she didn't want to suck Harry's cock, that he was a nasty man and it was an evil act. The rest of her paid no attention to the message. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth, then she was sticking out her tongue. She stuck it under Harry's drooping soft meat and mischievously lashed it, making his pale prick flop and bounce.
"Yeah," he said excitedly, "eat me, baby… Get me hard."
Karen didn't have to be encouraged. Prom the moment she'd tasted cock for the first time, she knew she was going to love giving head. She practically drooled as she sucked Harry's soft prick into her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily, loudly, and wetly, Harry gave a yelp of pleasure, and his broad face went red with arousal. He grinned down at her as she sucked his dick.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the way, doll," he panted. "That feels real nice."
Karen sucked hungrily, and before long she felt his dick lurching into erection on her tongue. It twitched with an eager life of its own, shot out long and stiff, and thickened till it stretched her lips almost painfully. It began to dribble tasty cock juice onto her tongue, and she gobbled up the delicious cream with a greedy gurgling sound.
"That's good, that's good, baby," Harry sighed. "Let me go now."
He gingerly withdrew his hugely swollen cock from her mouth, and it snapped up wetly to hug his belly. Karen stared at the gleaming fat prick and thought how much she'd like to have it working hard and deep and fast in her cunt. She wasn't going to, though. Things had gone far enough. She loved her husband and didn't intend to cheat on him again.
"I'll suck you off if you want, Harry," she said, "but I'm not going to fuck you."
He began to laugh. He seemed highly amused, and it was a moment before he could speak. "Listen, doll," he said, "you don't have any say in this at all. I call the shots from now on."
Karen flushed angrily and started to get up but found she couldn't move under his far superior weight. Harry chuckled and stretched out on her full length. While she screamed and fought, he used his knees to force her legs apart. He sank down between her soft thighs and shoved his cock roughly into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo," Karen yelled. "Harry, please, no, don't fuck me."
He paid no attention, of course. He jabbed hard and deep with his big rock-hard cock and penetrated her easily, pushing into her till his swollen nut sacs came to rest against her slit. He started to ball her with brutal force, thrusting deep and hard and fast. The instant Karen felt that powerful fucking motion, she was lost. The pleasure was just too much, her need too great.
"Oh, God, yes, ball me," she babbled, "fuck me, screw me… Oh, Harry, don't stop… I love it, I love it."
She knew she'd be ashamed of herself later for her wanton behavior, but for now she couldn't help it. Harry's hard prolonged fucking was driving her wild. She felt a stunning burst of joy as the first powerful orgasm washed over her, and her body shook and convulsed in delicious spasms. A minute later she was coming again, just as powerfully. It seemed to go on and on.
"You digging it, doll?" Harry panted. "You like the way I'm balling you?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Karen sobbed, "it's wonderful… My God, I'm coming again…ahhhhhhhh!"
She remembered vaguely wishing that Phil could make love to her like this, making her come again and again, but mostly she could think of nothing but the fantastic pleasure she was getting from Harry's pounding cock. She lost track of time. Hours seemed to have passed when Harry finally gave a lusty bellow and shot his load into her.
No sooner was her passion satisfied, however, than she began to feel terrible guilt. Harry saw her tears of shame and bent down to lick them up.
"Listen, kid," he said almost tenderly, "I know you never did this before, never cheated on your old man, but I'm telling you, don't take it so hard. Just about everybody does it nowadays."
"But, Harry, I feel so wicked," Karen said.
He laughed. "Baby, if you think this was wicked, wait till later tonight. You ain't seen nothing yet. Now run along and put on something pretty and meet us all on deck."
"But, Harry," she began.
"Never mind," he interrupted with a mysterious grin. "Just go get dressed. You're gonna see something really wild tonight."