"I don't believe you!" Carol was defiant, trembling, the words spilling out. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she seemed to be seeing Leo through a goldfish bowl as the tears spilled over and coursed down her cheeks. She stood near the door, her fists clenched white. "Bob would never do a thing like that, never!"
"I have proof," Leo said in a deadly calm voice as he tried to conceal the pleasure he was feeling as he watched Carol wiggling on the hook, ready to be reeled in. "You're no fool, Carol," he said as he laid his portable tape recorder on the coffee table and motioned for her to sit down. From outside, around the pool came the faint and fading noise of the party that was going on. "I thought I could spare you this but I guess there's no way. I've suspected my wife for some time and I've taken the precaution of having her watched when I'm out of town on… business. I won't say anymore, I'll let the tape tell you the story."
Carol sat down again on the edge of the chair, wiping her eyes on a handkerchief that was silently offered by Leo. She licked her lips and looked at the small tape recorder apprehensively as Leo pressed a button and sat back in his chair, never taking his eyes from her face.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the soft sibilant rustling of sheets as bodies thrashed around.
Then she heard a female voice say, "Mmmmmm I like my men well built." There was the tingle of ice and the splashing of soda water. The woman's voice asked, "You like me, don't you?"
"Yeah."
Carol grew rigid in the chair. The voice did sound like Bob's, unmistakably like his baritone pitch.
"You like my body?" came the female whisper over the tape recorder. "You like my body?" the voice insisted.
"Yeah."
It was as if Carol reacted to an electric jolt. That had to be Bob.
"Then look!"
There was a long pause in which the tape seemed empty before what she now recognized as Mona McKern's voice laughed and asked, "Doesn't your wife greet you like that every night? I thought all wives did that."
Carol closed her eyes and set her jaw as Mona's voice came in a whisper from the tape. "I wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."
"Me too."
Again her body reacted as if shocked. It so clearly Bob's voice.
"Does she undress you?"
"Who?"
"Your wife, does she undress you?"
"Huh? No. She…"
The knuckles on Carol's fists were white as she fought for self-control. Leo had never taken his eyes from her face and still kept his gaze on her, watching her every movement as he leaned forward to click the recorder off. He sat back in his chair and took out a cigarette. "Heard enough?" he asked in his direct rough way.
Carol shook her head like she was trying desperately to wake up from a bad nightmare. "No, it's some trick! You got his voice and put it with your wife's. It's some kind of trick. Bob would never do that!" She looked at him with wild desperation in her eyes. She had to believe that.
Leo smiled at her for a moment, a long moment before speaking. When he spoke his voice was low and calm. It was so low she had to strain to hear him.
"Now I'm going to tell you a few facts of life. You're all alone in this world. We all are baby. It's all up to you what you make out of it. Don't blame anybody else. You can't really trust anybody. Putting your trust in somebody is too big a responsibility to ask. Now I thought rd spare you some pain but I see that reality is going to come hard to you. Now you're going to hear more." He leaned forward and snapped the machine on and the spools started slowly turning once again.
"God you're beautiful naked."
Carol closed her eyes in despair. No matter what, it was his voice and it was her husband saying it.
"You're not bad yourself. In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."
"I'm not all that young, I'm almost as old as you."
Carol sat listening to her husband's voice with that of Mona McKern and sensed the realness of the tape for they sounded like they were in a bedroom and naked. She heard all the words and they seemed to scald her skin.
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?"
"Enough."
It seemed that all her confidence and belief and ego was stripped away and she caught her breath as she heard Mona ask, "Is your wife hot?"
Bob's reply was the crusher. "No, she's got a lot of hang-ups."
The words seemed to burn in the air like a damning accusation. A lot of hang-ups! To be so betrayed! Tears smarted in her eyes as the tape went on and she heard Mona ask, "You want to fuck me don't you?"
"Yes, God yes, I want to."
The hoarse and hotly excited voice of Bob was too much. Raising her hand weakly, she signaled Leo who leaned forward and turned off the machine. He sat back and glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and he had her almost where he wanted her.
"That," he said quietly, "Is that what your husband is really like."
Carol made an effort to pull herself together. She looked at Leo for the first time. His face was hard and flinty. "What are you going to do about it?"
"The question is what are we going to do about it?" he answered.
"We?"
"Yes, you and me. Are you going to let him get away with this?"
"No." In truth she was too miserable to know what she was going to do. She had no idea what to do. Divorce? Separation? What? How could she ever go to bed with him again? A flush spread over her face as she looked at Leo and heard again the words "too many hang-ups". He had to say that! He had to put her down! He made love to her with contempt in his heart! Inexperienced! Now his vulgar suggestions and rough ways made sense! He would consort with whores and then have the nerve to put her down as "too hung-up"!
A great female rage swept over her and she gritted her teeth as she thought and felt how much she would like to get even with him. Her eyes narrowed as she thought: All right, Mr. Robert Hunnicutt, we'll see who's not hot!
Yes! Her grin was savage as she looked at the older rugged face of Leo who was watching her so carefully, gauging her mood. "What can we do?" she asked, her eyes wild and livid.
They leaned close together, fellow conspirators, their heads almost touching as Leo's voice dropped even lower and became more confidential. "Okay. Lot's of things we could do. Plenty of time to do some of them. But, more than anything, what do you want to do?" He paused then answered his own question. "Get even, right?"
"Yes!" Carol said, feeling a thirst and lust for revenge course through her body. More than a divorce, more than any kind of settlement, more than watching him squirm, in court, more than demanding and getting a large alimony, she wanted to humiliate him or confront him in some way and hurt him back the way he had hurt, her by betraying her with another woman! More than having sex, he downgraded her by saying she was "in effect, not a normal woman".
"Okay," Leo went on, "Here's one way we can get even. Catch them together. Right now, tonight. Right here."
Carol's eyes widened and a kind of fear and thrill ran through her: "What do you mean?"
"Well…" Leo paused and looked at her before grinning. His grin broadened and he finally sat back in his seat, saying, "Naw, it would be too much for you."
"What?" Carol again felt that fear-thrill run through her body and make her nerve ends tingle alive.
Leo waved a hand. "Naw, you couldn't do it."
"Do what?" Carol persisted, hers female curiosity up to the boiling point.
He leaned forward again. "My wife asked me to get lost while she shows Bob our romper room." He sat back as if he had told her something important.
She thought he was implying something by his tone but didn't catch it. "And you agreed?"
He spread his hands. "Yes, I thought perhaps we could catch them."
Her head tilted to one side as she asked, "What's in the romper room?"
"Movies. My wife likes movies."
"What kind of movies?" she asked, suspicious, feeling anger and the great raging desire for revenge welling up in her again.
"Pornographic. And that's why I don't think you could take it. They're hard core stuff and I don't think you could take it because it's rough and you can't help but seeing it. I mean the room's dark and the walls are the movies. My idea was that we could slip in and catch them in the act. Just think of it, really getting the goods on them! Catch them in the act and shame them." He sighed and shook his head. "But I don't think you could do it. You're not up to it."
His comment seemed to sting as much, if not more than Bob saying she was "not hot". What did people think she was? Did they think they could treat her any old way? She looked at Leo with her eyes smoky and half closed. The fools! She knew what she was doing when she worked on the job and wiggled when she walked. She knew what they were thinking! Did they think she was blind and stupid? It was written all over their faces! Did Leo think she was some stupid child to be manipulated, to be put-down?
She put her hands on her hips and her heart beat wildly as she heard her voice say, "I want to do that. Catch him in the act. I want to see his face."
Leo wearily shook his head, a masterful actor, reeling Carol in slowly. "No. Naw. It's a great idea but you'd never make it. You'd never be able to cope with one of those movies. Sorry I brought it up."
"I'm going to go and you'll take me!" She was defiant.
"No."
"Don't talk down to me! First you tell me about Bob then you come up with a plan then you back out. Listen, I took what was on that tape, I'll take what's in that room. Let me be the judge. Don't treat me like some little girl."
He looked up at her and laughed. "You got spunk."
"Darn right I do. I can take those pictures. In fact," and she felt a wild smile trying to form itself on her lips, "I've always wanted to see one."
Leo clapped his hands together and got up, walking to the bar with his back to Carol, a look of wild ironic amusement on his face. She had been easier than he thought. "All right," he said over his shoulder, "Remember you insisted on it." He swung behind the bar and poured Scotch over crushed ice, saying, "And I insist on a good stiff drink before we go. Now look, she's probably running a quick show for him so, if the room is dark, we just dart in and sit down quick. All four walls are movies and it's difficult to see anyone else in the room. Give your eyes a few minutes to adjust. If you move fast, they'll probably think we're other guests."
"Guest?" Carol was puzzled.
"People come from all over to see those movies. Mona won't mind if someone else is present while she makes love to Bob. In fact, she prefers it."
"P… p… prefers?" Carol stammered, suddenly lewd and abandoned visions dancing through her confused mind.
Thrusting her drink at her, he went to the door of the cabana and opened it, looking out. "Not so many people. Guess they're drifting downstairs. We'd better get in there before it gets too rough." He glanced at his watch, downed a generous portion of his drink and indicated by gesture that Carol had better do the same thing.
Carol's head was swimming and her ego reeling from under the shock of what she had learned in the last half hour. In her mind's eye, she could see Mona and Bob disappearing into the house with Mona's dark face looking up at his in a lewd intimate grin. Bob was half-drunk already from all that he had drunk on the road and a fresh drink was in his hand. She herself was feeling the effects of the drinks Bob insisted she have with him and now she gulped at the straight whiskey and felt it sear its way into her stomach.
In the next, two minutes, things happened too fast for her to think. In exactly one hundred and sixty seconds, she found that she had finished her drink and stood with her heart pounding from fear and excitement – she was going to see something forbidden, dirty films, and she was going for a moral reason, to confront her husband with his lying and immoral conduct – and stood watching her boss, Leo McKern pour them two fast, stiff drinks and catching her breath, she drank the glass dry. All, two drinks, in exactly two minutes.
Now there seemed to be no time to lose and Leo had her by the hand leading – practically dragging – her around the pool and into the house and down endless halls until they came to a flight of dimly lit, carpeted stairs. He led her down swiftly and she lost her footing in the dark and fell forward with Leo expertly catching her, in his strong big hands. His hands cupped under her breasts and she felt them squeeze the firmly rounded mounds under her bra and she felt them swell and her nipples grow taut with a guilty kind of excitement.
"Are you all right?" he whispered.
She caught her breath and nodded, backing off but he still held her firmly under the breasts. She was still off balance and they thrust out so and bunched together, making a cleavage that was round and deep and fleshy.
In a whisper, he explained. "I'll peek in first. Then, if it's all right, well slip in. It's important we get in fast and sit down. Understand?"
Carol caught her breath again and nodded. She was feeling so giddy and so… what? Wild? Insane? She didn't know. She didn't know what to believe she was trusting a man she had every right not to trust. Yet, he seemed so direct and honest.
With his back to her, he opened the door a crack, peered, then turned to her and seized her hand in an iron grip and he pulled her into a room full of darkness and light and music.
She pitched forward, following and hanging on to her host. The room was hot and light seemed to flicker and jump across her dress and bare arms and legs. She felt dizzy and couldn't feel her fooling and was grateful when they sank to the floor and she felt the solid comfort of a thick shag rug under her.
For the first time she looked up. Prior, she had been too busy trying to see her fooling in the jumping and flickering darkness. Now, she sat staring wild-eyed at a wall.
A man and a girl were naked and the girl was sitting on the edge of an easy chair with her legs swung over the arms of the chair and her vagina was exposed and wide-open and glistening wetly as the man pulled his head away and climbed up on the chair and kneeling on the arms of the chair with a giant erection held in one hand as he rubbed the wet lubricated head against the girl's flaccid lips.
Carol gasped and jumped, pressing against Leo's big muscular frame involuntarily as she watched the wall. Never before had she seen anything like this and she was too amazed to do anything as Leo put an arm around her while his hand fell carelessly over one breast. "Act like you're enjoying it," he hissed, "Or you'll call attention to us!"
She looked, wide eyed, as the girl in the movie – the camera moving in for a close-up, languidly opened her mouth and let the man, with a flick of his hips, slide the huge blood filled head deep within her hot wet mouth. He began pumping his hips lewdly and her lips hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her mouth as she sucked with a slow, gentle sucking motion. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovaled lips as he drew back and then disappeared back inside as he slid it gently forward again. He began a rhythmic sawing, back and forth, never quite drawing it out all the way but leaving the tip just inside the warm lubricious moistness of her mouth. The girl seemed to like what she was doing and her hands reached between his widespread thighs and cradled his testicles in her hands. She stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously at the thrusting cock which was swelling as it picked up the rhythm. From a close-up profile shot, it appeared as a thick wet glistening piston of flesh moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips that were sucking now to get more and more of the shaft into her mouth.
Carol closed her eyes and put a hand to her head. Surely this was all a wild dream and she would soon awaken. People didn't do things like that to each other.
A warning squeeze from Leo made her sit up. She looked away from the wall to see another movie. Quickly she swiveled her head around and saw that they were in a room of movies. All the walls had images flickering on them. On one wall were giant red lips licked by a wet tongue that flicked out over the deep blood filled head of a cock. Bare buttocks were on another wall, inviting displayed and quivering as an unseen man's hand crept over them.
They seemed to be in a virtual pit of depravity as she noticed the ceiling for the first time and saw the films reflected there.
Her head swimming, breathing heavily through her mouth, she tore her eyes from the walls and looked around the room, her eyes growing accustomed to the light. They were sitting on the floor next to a couch and suddenly, in the dim light that seemed to play such trucks with vision, Carol made out the most voluptuous and lewd sight she had ever seen.
They were sitting right next to a black leather couch and three naked bodies were crouched and lying on it! No movie, no piece of celluloid, but real human beings! A girl and two men. The girl was a blonde with a buxom body, full and naked and sprawled wantonly on the couch. She was lying on her back with her legs in the air and her hands under her buttocks making it easier to shove them upward. Her head was off the couch and she allowed her long blonde hair to flow to the floor and the nape of her neck allowed her head to bend back until she was viewing the room upside down.
Carol saw her livid naked torso not more than a stretched-arm's length away. Her body glistened with sweat and her breasts, which were heavy, huge, and ripe, sprawled out, their nipples pointing to the ceiling as she let her head hang over the end of the couch. Crouched on his knees was a hairy man who held his cock out for the girl's open mouth. Horrified, fascinated, Carol watched it slide in the girl's mouth, hear her give a muffled moan and saw her long nails sink into the hard flesh of his buttocks as she reached around and pulled his cock deeper into her upside down mouth and make a hungry little slurping sound as she sucked.
Her long legs waved up in the air and another man, naked, with a thick throbbing cock, seized her loins and cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted them in the air as he knelt on the couch, his thighs spread wide and rammed his penis home in her openly waiting young cunt.
Carol sat with her lips wet and her mouth open, her breath shallow and swift as she watched the girl's nakedly sweating body writhe and undulate and twist and bump and slither in a paroxysm of lewd joy and unrestrained wantonness. Her body undulated, setting a rhythm for the men, the two men, who fucked her at either end. The men were sweating profusely as they gripped her body and let their rough hands run over her breasts and maul them as she writhed and bucked, thrusting her hips up obscenely and sucking at the same time so that her cheeks looked hollowed and dark.
Carol found herself stimulated beyond belief. The alcohol freed enough of her mind to allow a few idle thoughts and she found herself watching the girl's body with half closed eyes and she felt she had to move on the floor, spread her legs and resettle her weight for her cunt felt moist and the lips were swelling.
"I see them!" Leo hissed in her ear. "They're across the room."
"W-what are they doing?" she whispered back in a voice that shook as she kept her eyes on the grinding pelvis of the girl on the couch and the thick glistening cock that was fucking in and out of her cunt and increasing strength and tempo.
"I can't see. They're on a couch. They're looking this way!" Quickly he turned his head away and put one hand on her knee, whispering, "They'll think we're one of the crowd."
Carol sat frozen, feeling his hand hot on her knee and it seemed to be slipping a little higher. Her breath was coming rapidly against the swirling heat she felt deep in her own loins as she watched the man kneeling by the couch seize the girl's throat in his hands as he fucked deeper into her throat, his teeth bared white in the dim light as he mercilessly ravaged her body. He muttered to himself as he leaned over her, his cock rammed all the way and pinched the nipples on her breasts and let his hands slide down her stomach to her pubic hair which was wet from sweat and desire as a cock rammed itself home. Carol saw her body being violated and ravaged in every way as both men grew wilder and more cruel and she watched as the one kneeling on the couch reached down with one hand and shoved his finger into her cunt, stretching the fluted lips even more and began sawing in and out in time with his cock.
They now seemed a heaving, undulating sweaty mass and Carol felt dizzy and lightheaded as she watched with lust-glazed eyes and her own cunt throbbed with excitement and desire and the room seemed so hot she could barely breath and she thought she felt the first shudder of her own corn washing over her body as she trembled in Leo's arms and for an instant thought a very naughty yet exciting thought: I'd like to be that girl!
She slumped back in Leo's arms and he let her fall gently to the floor and she found herself looking up at the ceiling where she could see everything going on in the room by 'only' moving her eyes instead of her head. They were indeed in a pit of depravity as she saw naked limbs all over the room as the movies went on, changing, showing new scenes of depravity. She panted for her breath as she watched one wall where two naked girls were pulling the clothes from a young man and the two of them seized his cock the moment it was free and all three lay on the floor, the two naked girls lying with their feet toward the camera and spreading their legs wide to show their hungrily waiting vaginal slits as they took turns sucking on the man's rapidly rising cock.
She blinked and tried to focus her attention and gaze on something that wasn't a cock or cunt or writhing pair of buttocks. It was horrible, it was unholy, it was terrible, it was exciting, it was obscene, and it was making her body throb and feel more alive than it had in years! Her nerves were singing with a sweet fury of their own and she felt her loins move and writhe as she felt a growing demand and yearning deep in her crotch.
The insanity of the whole place was too much for her and finally she thought she would faint as she found the one place in the room she could look without seeing naked flesh: at the face of Leo McKern.
It was then that she knew. Leo had her, had her here on the floor and he was leaning over her and the grin on his face was close to being savage as he looked down. Leo had to know all about his wife! He had to approve! It was all so obvious! It was all a trick! She felt his hand sliding up her knee and it felt so powerful and warm on her flesh and he whispered down, his voice harsh, "Just doing this so they'll think we're part of the crowd."
Carol lay still, sprawled, her arms on the floor above her head as she felt him pull her skirt up. Such a feeble lie, such a stupid trick. She didn't move at all as his hand slid up, only her lips breaking into the beginning of a lewd smile as she thought: wouldn't it be dirty and exciting to pretend to neck with him, let him do what he wanted?
It was as maddening thought that stirred even deeper desire in her and she turned her gaze away so that he couldn't see the lust growing in her face and she saw a couple on the floor next to her and the girl straddling the man, swinging her leg wide with the knee high so that all the opening of her cunt showed and the soft fleshy lips gaped over the smooth rubbery head. She held the pose for an obscene moment, rubbing the head up and down the glistening length of her cunt before she lowered her knee and squatted over the cock and squeezed her buttocks together.
Again she grinned as her body shuddered as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh and she thought: it would be so dirty and so thrilling to pretend to do whatever he wanted because they were looking. Again she looked up at Leo. "What are they doing now?" she breathed as she felt his hand higher, to the tender part of her thigh just before her vagina and a dark thrilling shudder ran through her body. She could show them all what it meant to be lewd!
Leo looked then bent down to whisper in her ear and she felt his body heat and sensed his massive strength. Never before had her nerves been so aware! "She's sucking him off!" he whispered in her ear.
Again she felt a powerful dark shudder run through her body so that she had to clench her teeth. In a moment, he was going to put his hand on her panties! She was sure of it! And it was such a dirty and thrilling position to be in.
Yet, a shred of sanity fled through her mind. Bob. If Bob was doing it, if Bob was with Mona and having sex, then it would be all right. She had to know and she had to see. She rose up on one elbow, staring up into the mirror. Leo seemed to know what she wanted without a word being exchanged. He directed her gaze to one corner of the mirror where she saw Bob naked, sprawled lewdly and wantonly on a couch with Mona's widely ovaled lips locked tightly around his hardened penis, her face hidden by her falling black hair.
Carol closed her eyes for a moment and fought to control her breathing. The onslaught to her senses were too much and she found that she didn't want to keep her eyes shut, couldn't in fact, keep them shut as she opened them again and let her gaze wander from one erotic scene to the next. The buxom blonde was still naked on the couch. The two men had come in her mouth and cunt and fallen away to rest leaving her lying exhausted, her hips sprawled obscenely open as her own fingers spread the ravaged glistening lips of her cunt and two of them began sawing slowly and surely in and out of her cunt as her lips pursed and her eyes closed and her hips began a slow lewd grind. The tips of her thumbs teased her clitoris between them as she worked her way toward her own orgasm as the men and Carol watched. One of the men let his gaze slip to Carol's body and she felt still another surge of lasciviousness.
Then she felt Leo's hand on her cunt.
She felt it hot and heavy, separated from her cunt only by the flimsy tight band of her panties. She thrilled, thinking she was allowing another man to touch her where no other man but her husband ever had and she was loving the feeling! Her body throbbed, alive with excitement and desire as his fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. She didn't move a muscle as he began to apply pressure as his hand rubbed slowly up and down.
Her eyelids fluttered as she suddenly discovered she had more nerves in her body than she had ever suspected before and each and every one of them was throbbing as the fingers rubbed up and down the band of the panties and she felt her vaginal lips swelling and forming, spreading themselves to reveal her cunt and she felt her anus spring alive with a wild feeling and desire. He could do anything he wanted with her!
She lay on the floor and saw herself in the ceiling mirror, her dress up around her hips and a man, a virtual stranger, was touching her in a way that not even her husband had! He was crooking his finger under the hand and she could feel his nail dig into her pubic-hair-covered flesh. All it had to do was move a quarter of an inch more and his finger would be in her excitedly moistened cunt.
And she wanted him to do it! Everywhere she looked people were fucking and sucking, behaving in such an abandoned wanton way and she saw the tight naked buttocks of her husband Bob in the ceiling mirror as he rolled on top of Mona on the couch and his hips began pumping lewdly in and out!
The image jarred at her and burned into her feverish mind. There was her husband, not more than twenty feet away, making love to another woman! And above her, the face of Leo McKern was smiling, almost triumphantly at her as his finger rubbed up and down one vaginal lip, moving ever closer to the moist slit that now throbbed and pulsed hotly in anticipation and excitement.
A cruel careless tug by his finger and the panties were pulled down low on her hips and his finger now had the space and freedom to roam. With a low moan, Carol committed herself for ever as she slid her legs apart in a lazy sluttish way, allowing him more freedom to do whatever he wished with her body.
It became an orgy, a bacchanalia as Carol felt herself in a dream world of electric thrills as she looked into the ceiling-mirror and saw other men surrounding her now, their hands touching her body, pawing and clawing at her clothing, pulling a shoulder free that hollowed under the clavicle and billowed out, announcing the mountains of her breasts. She gasped, giddy, light-headed, her eyes almost out of focus as she saw hands pulling down on her dress and her breast leaped free: firm white flesh that seemed swollen and dotted by her pink nipple that was taut and upright like tiny pebbles as she saw it in the ceiling mirror and watched, her body sending out a shuddering gasp, as warm fingers closed over the oval nipple and squeeze it sending heated spasms of pleasure swirling down into her groin.
The hands were twisting and turning her body so that she couldn't always see in the mirror, undressing her, handling her body in any way they wished and there was a reckless heat growing up around the men as they began to press one another to get to her lovely body. She was turned once again to see herself lying on the floor surrounded by naked men and many erectly waving penises and Leo getting undressed and she lay with their hands sliding all over her body and nothing more on than a flimsy pair of panties. Her naked breasts stood out firm and hard and were being cupped and mauled and pinched. A hot mouth closed over one nipple and teased and sucked. Carol moaned her delight out loud and lets her head fall back as rough male hands were vying to take off her panties and she felt still other hands sliding across her stomach and moving through her pubic hair.
She looks up into the mirror and sees herself lying stark naked on the floor with hands gently yet firmly spreading her legs and she's watching it all.
Her eyes wander in the mirror, seeing a movie of a man fucking a crouching girl from behind and her breasts shake and quiver voluptuously as the man fucks her with all his might and the camera goes slowly in for a close up of her bucking, rippling, wildly undulating breasts that hang free.
Her eye wanders in the mirror and she sees Bob, her husband, about to come in Mona McKern's mouth, fucking up between her widely ovaled lips with all his might while his head twists and turns to see the movies and the other people in the room.