In the McHenry's living room, the party had settled down considerably from the frenzied orgiastic atmosphere that had charged the air with electric sexuality a few hours before. Most of the guests now lay exhausted, some still panting, on the floor or sprawled out on the sofa and chairs. A few of the young, hardier executives still were in the final stages of lovemaking in the darker corners, but the pace of the fucking had slowed until most of the couples seemed to be merely undulating their bodies to the rhythm of the slow, romantic dance music someone had put on the stereo.
Ed still sat in the same armchair he had occupied earlier that evening when the two women were going down on his prick, but now he sat alone, just as he had since he had shot off into Marian's mouth. He had felt really smug then, while those two beautiful women had groveled so shamelessly to lick and suck him in turns, but his satisfaction had been short-lived, for no sooner had Marian pulled her head away from his prick, semen glistening wetly around her ruby lips, then Ed had looked up to see George McHenry walking around the living room and chatting with several of the guests. The sight of his boss had hit the young junior executive like a lightning bolt and he had immediately demanded of Marian why George was home, instead of on his "business trip."
The beautiful redhead had simply shrugged and murmured something about George enjoying himself more at home. Ed had become rather thoughtful and quiet, then, and Marian had eventually wandered off, taking her brunette friend with her. But the handsome young husband had continued to sit in the same spot, trying to figure out where his young wife could be tonight. Could he have misjudged her motives? he wondered with pangs of guilt as he stared down at his deflated cock, still gleaming with the saliva of the two women, but then he remembered what he had seen last Saturday night – the terrible vision that had haunted him for the last week. There was no question that Lynn had been fucked half silly by George McHenry and, if she wasn't with George tonight, then she was probably out fucking someone else.
And even if she wasn't with another man, even if she was sitting home right now, wondering where he was, he knew he couldn't leave the party before he had made some important acquaintances, with an eye toward "that promotion." Besides, it would serve the cheating little bitch right to have to wait a few hours, he angrily rationalized, after the way she had spurned their marriage vows, and with George McHenry of all people. Anyway, he was already here and it would be stupid to leave before he had an opportunity to make a good impression on some of the really big people at Amalgamated Industries.
Ed had been sitting there, mulling things over in his mind for so long that he had barely noticed when the partygoers had begun to wear themselves out. Now, suddenly, he started up in his chair when he realized that several people were already pulling on their clothes in preparation to leave. Abruptly fearful that he might have already missed out on all the valuable chances to become acquainted with the many top executives he had never met, Ed hurried over to a group of naked men who stood chatting in the doorway to the hall. Though he was nervous and a little apprehensive about intruding in the high-ranked conversation, he mustered up his courage and tried to look as dignified as he could without his working clothes as he moved closer to the group.
"Christ, could you imagine having her working at the club every night?"
"Listen, I know my wife would never go for that, but I wonder if we could get her a receptionist's job on the main desk. I'd love to get rid of that hag that supervises the
girls."
"Main desk, hell, why don't we turn one of the offices on the top floor into a reception room and she could be an executive receptionist."
Ed joined in on the laughter that followed this last remark, though he didn't really understand what they were talking about.
"Listen, we don't even know who she is," one of the group spoke up. "Maybe we should -"
"Oh, hell, Tom, what difference does it make?" the tall gray-haired man net to Ed interrupted. "She's somebody now. That's the first time old Erwin fucked anyone at one of these parties in years and that little girl deserves a pension just for managing to take him on!"
"Excuse me, but who are you talking about?" Ed finally broke in, unable to restrain his curiosity any longer. He wished now that he hadn't spent so much time moping in that armchair. Apparently, there had been one hell of a party going on in another part of the house.
"Jesus, don't you know? Go on back to the last bedroom in the hallway and you'll get the wildest fuck of your life!" another man piped up, adding, "Or suck, if you want it. The girl's a gem. We're just trying to figure out how we could keep her around regularly. This is the first of these parties in years that hasn't been a damned bore!"
"Uh, thanks," Ed smiled uncertainly. "By the way, my name's Ed…" His voice trailed off as he heard the conversation start up again around him and he realized that the executives were only interested in talking about the "hot little bitch", they had all screwed that evening. For a brief desperate moment, Ed considered jumping right an the middle of the group and shouting out his name and why he should get the promotion, but the moment passed and he glumly backed away from the huddle of happily-chattering men.
Well, he thought resignedly, he might as well go home, but then he remembered that Lynn would probably be waiting up for him and he didn't look forward to another of the strained conversations they had been having for the past few weeks. At last, he decided that he would wander back to the last bedroom and see if anything interesting was happening. Apparently, he couldn't even impress the executives tonight by throwing a really wild fuck to this girl. "Old Erwin," whoever he was, had already stolen the show.
The hallway was quiet and deserted as he walked slowly down to the open door at the end, his face as glum as his thoughts. He wondered if the girl hadn't already gone home, but his curiosity kept him moving toward the lighted doorway. When he was almost there, a man Ed thought was one of the senior vice-presidents strode out of the room, a smug contented smile on his face.
"She's still going?" the junior executive smiled ingratiatingly up at the older man. "I got here a little late."
"You may just be too late," the other grinned as he passed by. "It's a damned shame, but I think she's had it for the night."
Ed almost turned around and followed the executive back down the hallway, but then he started to wonder again just what kind of woman could make such a great impression on the top men in the company. Perhaps just seeing her or talking to her could give him some ideas he could bring home to Lynn, though God knows, he was already worried about how he was going to keep his wife in line once they were members of the sex-oriented Executive Club. He supposed he would just have to break down eventually and tell her that he knew about her and George McHenry, and even confess about what had happened with him and Marian…
A second later, his mind blanked with shock and his tall frame swayed slightly as he stood in the doorway, gaping at the voluptuous young blonde woman who lay naked and motionless on the huge bed before him. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be, he dazedly repeated to himself as he recognized his own wife lying in the dirty sperm-soaked sheets. The young husband wanted to shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but his entire body was paralyzed and he stood there as though his feet had in that moment become lead weights too heavy to lift off the carpet on which he stood.
Suddenly, as if sensing another presence in the room, the girl lifted her head weakly from the pillow and stared blankly toward the door. "Please, I can't… no more, please…" she mumbled brokenly, then collapsed back onto the mattress.
The little slut doesn't even recognize her own husband any more, Ed fumed inwardly, trying to stifle the pity he felt rising at the sight of her condition. In an attempt to work himself into the fury he knew was his right, the handsome young husband stamped loudly into the bedroom and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.
"Please, no, I can't," Lynn feeble repeated, turning her head away from him with eyes tightly closed. Still she didn't feel the masculine weight lift from the bed and, as a last resort, she opened her glazed eyes again and turned to beseech the latest comer for a chance to rest. She had gotten her revenge and was certain that she would probably have a divorce as well, and she couldn't bear to go any further with the horrible debauchery of this party – not when her own husband probably hated her now. "Please…" she began again, then gasped as she saw who was sitting beside her.
"Oh God, Ed, it's you. Please tell me that you don't hate me," she blurted out, no longer able to control her tears at the sight of her husband. "I – I never m-meant to… h-hurt you… we were t-tricked…"
"Ah, honey, don't cry," he said gruffly, trying to hide the emotion in his own voice. "It'll be all right. But, why, baby, why did you do it?" He held her body tight against his, feeling her wracking sobs pounding out against him.
"It w-was George and M-Marian," she said slowly, making a desperate effort to control her sobs, so that she could explain what had happened. "He t-tricked me into making love with him, then th-they said they'd t-tell you i-if I didn't… i-if I didn't do this!…"
"Oh, Christ, I should have known," Ed muttered as he suddenly realized all the other young executives who had been transferred to McHenry's division, then were fired soon after they were announced as candidates for a promotion. "It was all a game! He never planned to give me that promotion!"
"What promotion? Nobody gets promotions around here without me knowing it!" an elderly voice suddenly boomed into the room, followed by its owner, a little white-haired old man. "Is this rascal bothering you, honey?" he added, nodding his head curtly at Ed.
"No, Erwin, he's my husband, Ed Waring," she said, blinking back her tears to smile at the old man. "Ed, this is Erwin, um… I don't know your last name…"
"Erwin Doud, honey, and my congratulations to you, sir, for choosing such a lovely young woman for a wife," the old man said cordially, as he sat down beside Ed on the bed.
Ed barely managed to nod an acknowledgment to the newcomer, so shocked was he by the realization of the identity of "Old Erwin." Erwin Doud was the president of Amalgamated Industries and the white-haired man had a cock that hung, even soft, half-way down to his knobby knees.
"Honey," he finally managed in a strangled voice. "Did you and Mr. Doud…?"
"Sure did, son," Erwin chuckled cheerfully. "Finest time I've had in many years… now, tell me about this promotion she wants you to have…"