Tim paced up and down in the living room of their apartment. Where was she anyway…? He couldn't imagine what had possessed him to treat her like that! He had been trying for two days to catch up with her, but she wouldn't even speak to him, and he didn't know where she was sleeping. If only I could talk to her, he thought. Damn… why did we ever come here! I was right at the beginning… why didn't I just stick with it? He winced as the memory of how Kate yelled and begged him to stop sodomizing her so brutally came back to him.
God, was he crazy or something, treating her like that? And all for what… It was true what she had said, he had been out fucking the little French bitch… not paying any attention to her… If she saw them like she said no wonder she had gone off the deep end. Old Dagon was probably waiting for her too!
Damn!
He took his topcoat and went out the door. Perhaps if he got some air, things would clear up in his head… and there was the slim chance that Kate might be outside. He felt sick as he traversed the tight and airy halls of Dagon Manor and he decided to stop on his way to his office to pick up some aspirin he had left there.
Once there he sat at his desk and gazed sadly out at the terrace. There were people at the pool. He rushed over to the window and peered out, totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes.
Kate and Dot were in the midst of an animated conversation, both stretched out on the colorful lounge chairs beside the pool.
What on earth did they have to talk about? His heart was pounding at the sight of Kate who looked incredibly beautiful to him in a small blue bikini that he had never seen before. He had to talk to her, he just had to!
He opened up the French doors and called out to her.
"Kate…"
He prayed under his breath that she would come, not even caring what Dot thought about the fact that he hadn't seen her in days… whereas they usually met at least once every day out by the hedge maze or in her room.
Kate looked up when she heard her name being called. She removed her big sunglasses and guarded her eyes with her hand. Squinting in the bright sunlight, she saw her husband standing at the office door.
What a bore, she thought. But she excused herself to Dot and got up from the chair, pulling the bottom of her suit down over one overly exposed buttock as she walked.
As she ambled slowly toward him, Tim wished that he could take her in his arms, but he didn't dare after what he had done to her the other day.
"Kate, baby!" he said, when she finally reached him.
Kate brushed past him and entered the office.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, "doesn't look like you've done much work in the last few days."
Tim restrained himself from mentioning that she hadn't even set foot in the office since the day of the party.
"Honey…" he said… "you've got to come back… I'll make it up to you somehow… we've just got to get out of this place while we still can! Remember… I told you we shouldn't have come… I told you it would be…"
Kate interrupted him icily, "And what do you propose that we do for money? I suppose you want me to get my old job back at Alfie's while you continue to write that masterpiece of yours?"
"No… I…"
"Well, it won't do, Tim. You've got to offer me better than that! You go and get a job that will give us more money than I'm making right now and then come back and get me. And maybe… just maybe I'll go with you! Until then, I really don't care what you do!"
She turned and walked out, leaving her shattered husband standing there. He watched her walk away, his face red with the conflicting emotions that played in his head. Finally he shrugged and went back to his desk to look for the aspirin he had originally come to get.
The dinner party took place three days later. Since Tim had not yet seen fit to leave the premises, Sam decided to make good use of him. Molly and Craig Soames would like him, he decided, so he sent Tim a note suggesting rather strongly that he put in an appearance in the main salon that evening.
Tim received the note under his door where Dot had placed it. He had been brooding and staying to himself for the last three days. Every now and then he would go the typewriter and try to work, but it was no good, nothing came.
He kept hoping that Kate would appear, but she never did. The most he could hope for was a brief glimpse of her in the halls… and whenever she caught sight of him, the expression on her face made it clear she wished he would leave. But somehow he couldn't leave. It would be admitting defeat and he wasn't the kind to do that easily. Sam Dagon hadn't said boo to him, so he assumed that he wanted him to continue his duties at the manor; therefore, he decided he would stay until everything got resolved in one way or another.
When the note came inviting him to dinner that night, he was very pleased. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, but he knew that it would give him a chance to see Kate and Dagon at the same time. He visualized leaping up from the table, punching Sam Dagon in the nose, grabbing Kate and taking her out the big front door. What a pleasure that would be! Over and over he rehearsed the cutting words that he would fling at Dagon and at Kate too, if she got too sassy, and by the time he had donned his tux and stood tall and impeccably groomed in front of the mirror, he had worked himself into a nervous frenzy.
He walked through the halls, gazing at the pictures on the walls, portraits of Dagon's family, most of them, some landscapes and a sampling of still lifes. But he looked at the paintings without seeing, for he was still concentrating on what was about to take place, knowing that everything… his whole life hung on the evening's events.
The sound of laughter rose from the main salon to greet him as he descended the stairs and he realized for the first time that there would be other people attending the dinner party. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that! All his carefully rehearsed words had to be hastily revised and, by the time he was face to face with the small group, he was thoroughly confused.
Kate looked up from her seated position and annoyance danced in her eyes at the sight of her husband, but she knew that Sam was counting on her, so she tried to cover the look with one of indifference. Her long soft orange brushed wool skirt trailed to her toes as she uncurled her legs from the chair and stretched them out before her.
Molly and Craig Soames turned to appraise the newcomer and Sam Dagon could see the sharpened interest in Molly Soames' face when she looked at Tim. He had been right again. Molly was looking around for a new man again. It didn't take her long to wear out her frequent lovers and toss them away like worn-out shoes. Not that Craig didn't make her happy. It was just that a woman like Molly could never be satisfied with just one man. Craig knew it and accepted it, being more than a casual girl-chaser himself.
It was important to Sam that he remain in the Soames' good graces, not only because he had known them for a long time and he liked them, but because Craig was the one banker upon whom he could always count. When in his extensive wheeling and dealing he needed another enormous loan arranged or an extension or something which was not quite according to Brown, Craig was the man he saw. It was a mutually satisfactory arrangement; well worthwhile to Craig whose prestige among his fellow bankers grew each time he managed another large account that was invariably Sam Dagon's or someone that Sam had brought to him.
"Well, do come in and sit down," Molly said to Tim, batting her long eyelashes flirtatiously. "My, what an attractive husband you have," she said, removing her eyes briefly from Tim in order to look over at Kate.
"Some people think so…" Kate said, noncommittally, looking away. She was thinking about Craig Soames. He had been looking at her with open admiration since he and his wife had arrived and Kate knew that Sam expected her to sleep with him later. The idea disturbed her, but she was beginning to become curious about him, in spite of the remaining traces of a morality that was rapidly disappearing. She would be voluntarily and with premeditation sleeping with a man that she had just met… someone she had only known for a few hours! But Sam had said he was a big banker, someone vitally important to his welfare and her also by association.
Sam had told her he would be attractive and he had been right. Craig was an older man with graying hair but he seemed very refined, very English in a way, and his steely blue eyes were hard to avoid. Kate found herself looking deep into them at the oddest moments, when she hadn't even thought he would be looking at her. She was beginning to feel on pins and needles about the whole thing. She hoped it would run as smoothly as Sam had said it would… and that soon after dinner Tim would disappear with Kate. In spite of herself, a pang of jealousy sparked through her at the thought… but then she reminded herself that she didn't care and attempted to forget it. There was so much to think about!
Tim sat down where Sam motioned him to sit. He had hardly glanced at Sam, he realized, as he gazed across at Molly Soames. The introductions had been made and the polite phrases of greeting completed. Kate had only mumbled at him and he could hardly grab her right then. Things seemed to be getting away from him… he could feel it happening almost immediately as the five of them sat cozily drinking double Beefeater martinis.
Molly's hand was on his knees… she was making some point in the conversation, but Tim couldn't remember what it was about. He hoped he wouldn't be called upon to make a coherent comment about it! His eyes kept returning to Molly's dress. It was made out of one of those new diaphanous materials and her svelte figure snuggled beneath it, completely nude! She hadn't stood up yet, so he didn't know if one could see her pussy outline, but he sure as hell was looking straight at two of the sweetest breasts, nipples and all, he'd seen in a long while! He knew that according to his plan he should have made some very caustic comments to Sam by now, swift and debonair enough to make Kate sit up and take notice… all preparatory to the punch in the nose… but somehow his mind kept wandering. His second martini was making its effects known… it certainly did taste good! And he couldn't quite understand about Molly Soames… He could swear she was making the biggest play for him since the creation of man, and yet no one seemed to notice… or if they did they didn't seem to care, Molly's husband least of all!
By the time they went in to dinner, Tim and Molly were almost inseparable. He really couldn't take his eyes off her… Her long red hair cascaded down over her shoulders, curling up at the ends. Tim noticed that it bounced when she walked and that wasn't all that bounced!
Dinner was superb… But only Sam Dagon seemed collected enough to enjoy a hearty dinner. Kate and Tim were seated facing each other with Craig sitting next to Kate and Molly next to Tim. And none of them paid too much attention to the array of gourmet dishes that were served and then whisked away by a very amused Dot.
While they were still sitting at the table, Tim felt Molly's hand on his knee once more, only this time, it continued moving up, inching toward his thigh. He sat totally still, shocked by her audacity.
"God, she's going after my cock!" he thought… what will I do when she gets to it?
He didn't have long to wait to find out, for Molly's inquisitive hand went straight for his already bulging penis, smoothing up and down along the surface of his trousers. Tim knew that little beads of perspiration were beginning to start out all over his face and he could hardly hold his dessert spoon, his palm was so wet. He looked around at the others to see if they could tell what was happening, but no one seemed to be looking at him. He noticed that Kate and Craig were deep in some conversation… he only caught a couple of words here and there… something about decorating… but then he ceased thinking about it almost immediately as Molly's fingers dug softly into his rampant member, and he heard her whisper huskily to him.
"Let's get out of here…"
"But," he looked around at the others…
"No one cares…" Molly said urgently. Then she turned to Sam. "Tim and I would like to go discuss something privately… do you have any ideas?"
Sam smiled… "Of course… Why not the 'cave'… you've always liked the atmosphere down there, Molly… You know how to turn the music on don't you? Why don't you just run along and have your liqueurs down there… We'll all manage without you, I'm sure."
Tim blushed deep crimson. He'd never been in a situation like this one before that was for sure! He'd just have to deal with Kate later. This evening clearly was not the moment! Right now, he wanted to get his hands under that dress of Molly's… he was dying to feel her groaning under him. He bet she was a wild one all right!
Tim and Molly excused themselves and rapidly left the room, Tim leading the way down to the "cave". As they were descending the stairs, he cupped his hands under Molly's almost bare bottom and drew her to him, feeling the softness of her belly and the hardness of her sex mound pressing to his throbbing cock.
"Oh, baby… let's get that dress off of you! Come on!" He pulled her into the darkness of the cave and without bothering to turn on the lights, fell down with her to one of the many foam rubber pads that conveniently surrounded the walls.
Kate noticed when Tim and Molly got up to leave, but she had not heard where they were going. Craig Soames had been telling her about his ski lodge in Switzerland… expressing the hope that she and Sam would come to visit them there during the coming winter. His leg had been rubbing against hers all evening, and she was feeling a tell-tale moistness between her closely pressed thighs. Craig was a very exciting man. She looked over at Sam for some reassurance that everything was all right, and that this was indeed what he wanted her to do. And Sam smiled and nodded back to her.
"Well, well…" he said to them, "our forces seem to be dwindling. I won't pretend that I will be vexed if you wish to continue your discussion in private. I have some work to do. I may, however, join you later!"
Sam had told her earlier that he wanted them to go down to the cave, so Kate knew that that would be where her adventure with Craig would take place. The thought of making love with this man in the very place where she had accidentally discovered Tim with Dot sent a shiver of perversion through her. It would be like getting her revenge!
After a few more minutes at the table, she and Craig got up and started for the downstairs playroom.
She was ready for whatever came next, she told herself. Her courage had grown since dinner… the wine, the soft lights and the music that Sam had been playing, all had contributed to her mellow mood. When they had left the dining room, Craig put his arm around her and they walked toward the stairway that led to the cellar. Before they entered the room, Kate watched Craig reach toward a switch near the outside of the door. He flicked it, suddenly the room was filled with the loud rock music that typified what was playing in most discotheques.
"You've been here before…" Kate said.
"Oh, yes… many times…" Craig answered, leading her inside, "but seldom in such magnificent company!"
They stepped into the darkness and their ears were bombarded by the music… Kate could hardly make out a thing in the room, but Craig led her straight across the room to the far side where he clutched her to him without ceremony. His tongue probed moistly beyond her lips and into her mouth while his hand began to run up and down the flanks of her trembling body. The stranger's kiss excited her. The unfamiliar mouth sucking gently on her tongue made her breasts and stomach become tense with anticipation. She could feel his prick stiffening against her belly.
"I want to feel your legs wrapped around my neck…" he whispered hotly into her ear.
Kate felt something akin to the fear she had felt when it had become clear that Tule Hasan and his agent were going to violate her. But this time, she was in control of the situation. It was quite different. She let herself mold to Craig's body as though she were made of flexible plastic and when he lowered them both to the couch next to the wall she felt a wonderful sense of wickedness. So this was what freedom was like!
For a brief instant she thought of Tim, wondering where he had gone off to with Molly. Well, anything he could do, she could do better!
"Come on, baby, light my fiy-ah!" the music built and built in the confines of the room as Craig's hands searched salaciously under Kate's skirt in the darkness. He pulled down her panties, slowly and deliberately, while his tongue sought out the depths of her willing mouth. Kate knew from the way Craig handled her that he was going to satisfy her wonderfully. It was marvelous to be able to look forward to that.
Soon she was completely nude, the cool air of the room sending little chills across her naked skin. Craig had removed his clothes too and his slender hips were pressing against the fullness of her thighs, his big prick sticking up obscenely between their close-pressed bodies. Then she was over on her back and Craig had begun to kiss her, lowering his head to her stiffening nipples, where he grasped them with his teeth, playing back and forth from one to the other with his mouth. Kate could feel her loins go hot and wet from the wet ministrations of Craig's tongue. She started pushing her hips up impatiently toward his growing cock. Its hardness was driving her crazy! She had to feel it in her…
"Quick! Quick!" she said… moaning softly. "I want you to fuck me with it!" She reached down, caught in a hopeless turmoil of lust, and grabbed onto Craig's rigid prick pulling it toward her until the thick head slipped slowly between the tight hair-lined lips that guarded her vagina. Craig pressed into her and, with one grunt, rammed his cock all the way into her squirming belly.
"Uuuuuuh!" she moaned tossing her head from side to side, as the wonderful prick brought sweet magic into her longing cunt. Her eyes rolled back ecstatically in her head and she abandoned herself to his plunging rhythm.
"Ooooooooooh!" Molly gasped as Tim's tongue performed a perfect circle in the smooth pink mouth of her pussy. He was holding her legs up, one thigh resting on each of his shoulders, and driving his tongue deep into her pink-lipped vagina.
"God, what a cunt!" He wished that there was some light so that he could see if her pussy hair was the same fiery color as her shoulder-length tresses.
He was panting hard, holding himself back from fucking her. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could! She was screaming and howling under him, but now the music was so loud that he could scarcely hear what she was saying.
Faster and faster he ground his whole mouth down into her burning pussy, while her hips twitched crazily, fighting toward a climax.
"Hot little number… sweet little cunt!" Tim was thinking to himself… "Oh, God I want to suck you until doomsday!"
They both had been startled when the music had started, but it had not deterred them more than an instant from their hurried exploration of each other. They had no idea that Kate and Craig were sharing their sex room with them.
Molly clawed up at Tim's arms, pulling him ever closer to her hungry sex. He had gone right for her warm, seeping wet pussy, slipping his long flat tongue deftly between the folds, flicking smoothly about until she had thought she would go mad.
"Aaaaaaaa… Ooooooooh," she shrieked ecstatically as his head shook back and forth like some savage dog's, his hair flying all over his head. Molly was ready to explode with the incredible sucking that burned at her over-excited cunt.
"Oh, honey… suck me, suck me… I… I'm cumming, baby, love me, oh, babeeeee!"
She bounced and jerked beneath his lust-crazed attack, spouting forth a steady stream of nonsense words… her quick orgasm overtaking her lovely body completely.
"More… more… I want more…" she groaned out to him as the orgiastic spasms finally subsided.
The tapes of music suddenly stopped. The automatic rewind had somehow fouled up and the discotheque cave was immediately flooded with an overwhelming silence punctuated only by the violent love cries of its inhabitants.
"Oh yes… Craig! Fuck me… oh you're fucking me so good… fuck harder… fuck me… Oh your cock is wonderful!" Kate bucked so hard under Craig Soames that he thought she might toss him off.
God, he thought, Sam sure did know how to pick 'em!
Tim's long cock had just sunk deep into the quivering cunt that had just known his tongue so thoroughly. But when the music stopped and he heard his wife's voice screaming out obscenities that he didn't even know she knew, he stopped with a crushing suddenness.
Kate! In the same room and being fucked by that bastard Craig. She can't know we're here! He searched wildly in his head, wondering what course to take. Listening to his wife being screwed while he was making love to another woman was the most absurd thing he had ever experienced.
"Oh Tim… honey! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Molly yelled out under him… and at first he wanted to clamp his hand over her mouth. But he could tell by the startled silence across the room that it was too late. They had heard. But Molly was pulling him into her, lifting her tight, aching cunt up to his dipping cock, twisting her smooth round buttocks beneath his hands, wrapping her legs up and around his neck. He drove furiously into her. That cunt, Kate!
"Aaaaaaaah!" Molly squealed as his cock's head buried itself in her. One finger explored into the crevice of her ass, spreading into the tiny ring of her anus. He fucked her like a bull, fury and passion mingling in his blood and all the while he could hear Kate, his own wife, crying out beneath Molly's husband, for their lovemaking had resumed almost immediately.
Kate had already cum twice, and she was well on her way to her third orgasm when the music went off. She was crazy out of her mind from the long hard strokes that Craig's burning cock was giving her. She wanted it to go on forever. Her hands were curling down to caress Craig's fat, swinging balls when Molly Soames' passion-choked voice pierced the silence.
She froze in startled horror at the idea that they were not only not alone in the cave, but that her husband was right across from them… fucking Craig's wife!
But Craig jolted his swollen cock into her silken cunt more insistently than ever and he whispered into her ear.
"It's my wife and your husband. Shall we have a contest to see who can have the most fun!"
The utter perversity of it rocked Kate's already trembling soul. Yes, by God, she would show him what fucking could be like! She would show him how much she had learned without him… the bastard! But then she wasn't thinking about anything anymore as the rock-hard penis that skewered into her, crashed down and ground up into her widespread pulsing pussy.
"Oooooooooohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out like a stuck pig, knowing all the while that her husband could hear her every word. "Ooooooh yes! Fuck me, Craig, screw me like a whore!"
Sam entered the room about half an hour later. Sam brought enough champagne for everyone, but left it to cool in big ice buckets behind the bar until everyone was ready for it.
Then he turned on enough light so that he could see everyone, and sat on a bar stool from which he had a clear vision of both couples.
He sipped from his glass as he watched Kate sucking on Craig Soames' glistening cock, stuffing it hungrily into her sweet ovaled mouth like a popsicle. While on the other side of the room, Tim and Molly were lost in the oral exploration of each other's throbbing genitals, inverted one upon the other like folding, stackable chairs.
He found it very amusing and highly stimulating, so, after awhile, he took off his robe and walked naked first to one side of the room, where he rammed into the kneeling Molly from behind, grinding her cunt down into Tim's face as he did so. Then after a few minutes he got up and went to the other side where he impaled Kate's rectum and shot his hot sperm between the soft warm cheeks of her wildly bobbing buttocks while she was being devastated from below by Craig's conquering prick, churning into the soft blonde triangle of her vagina.
He hadn't had such a successful dinner party in some time!