The huge prick, as long and as thick as a man's arm, was chasing her and Victoria couldn't understand why she was running from it since she wanted that huge cock to fuck her and fuck her until she fainted dead away!
She suddenly awoke and blinking her eyes quickly, she sat up in the bed and realized that she had been dreaming. The bright morning sunlight was streaming into the large bedroom and it hurt her sleep-filled eyes. She laid back as she closed her eyes against the glaring light and she squirmed her naked voluptuous body back under the satin quilt and tried to sleep but couldn't.
It had been two days since she had attended the feigned business meeting with Brett's father and Andrew Hewitt, and Victoria hadn't seen her father-in-law after that night they had fucked. In fact, she had hardly moved from her house during the past two days as she wanted to take the time before her husband's return from Los Angeles to thoroughly think things out.
She lay still in the warmth of her bed, trying to remember the details of her dream. She was curious as to who she had been dreaming about but the dream was lost in a foggy memory. She could only remember that she was being chased and was just about to be fucked by someone.
“Oh, fuck! Shit on it, anyway!” Victoria said out loud and she stopped trying to recall the formless thought. It was just a dream, after all, and she would really prefer the live prick of someone real. She then remembered that her husband was due to return that afternoon and she had plenty of work ahead of her if she was going to carry out her scheme.
Victoria had Nora McCarthy bring some coffee and juice up to her room and she got dressed while eating her light breakfast. She felt well rested as she had done little except sleep for the past two nights. She sat down to nibble on a piece of toast and her thoughts went back to the night she had been fucked by her husband's father. She had lost control of herself that evening and she was somewhat bothered by Brett, Senior's complete dominance over her. He had succeeded in making her do what he wanted, and that wasn't the way Victoria had planned to get to her father-in-law. She didn't have any complaints about the way he had fucked her, and she was sure that Brett Stover, Senior was the one thing she could count on, she thought smiling to herself.
The big problem had been complete exhaustion that evening. Brett's father had fucked her for half the night and afterwards he was noncommittal about the deal he was going to offer her. Victoria had been too tired to press for more information. It hadn't been until the following day that she had come to the conclusion that she would have to somehow expose Brett Stover's lust for her to her husband. She was convinced that this was the only way the end results would be in her favor. She hoped that it would turn father against son in a battle for her and she knew by her father-in-law's own words that he could control his son.
Victoria had thought out her plan carefully and she had started her lewd plan rolling the previous evening. She wasn't optimistic enough to believe that everything would work out in one move, but she hoped to at least have the opportunity to see and talk with Brett's father. She had called both Andrew Hewitt and Brett Stover to invite them and their wives to a small party to welcome her husband home again and both had agreed to come to the house the evening Brett would return from L.A. She was pleased that the first step of her scheme was concluded successfully but she knew that the most difficult part was yet in the offing.
Victoria took a sip of her coffee and she stretched her arms above her head as if to signal her body that she was ready to meet the day. She had several things to take care of that morning and she thought carefully through the items of importance. She had to make sure that Gerald had the proper drinks prepared so that everyone would loosen up for the party. That was the first thing to take care of, she thought, and she walked out of her bedroom to see Gerald and Nora. The den had to be set up, too, and she decided to personally handle that job.
As she walked downstairs toward the kitchen, she made a mental note to have a manhattan mixed and ready when her husband got home. She knew that preparing him for the evening was the key to her success or her failure, but she felt confident that she could persuade Junior to be his usual lustful self.
When he finally arrived home from the airport, he looked a bit haggard from the rigors of the trip and Victoria decided to try to persuade him to take a nap the moment she saw him. She ran up to greet him in her best loving-wife manner and immediately led him to the den where she had a pitcher of manhattans ready.
“Brett, sweetie, you look pooped,” Victoria said sympathetically as she handed him a powerful double drink. She sat down on the arm of the chair her husband had slumped down into and she gently stroked the back of his neck.
“It was a very difficult trip. The damn traffic gets worse every time I go to L.A.,” Brett complained. He liked being fussed over by his woman.
“Was everything okay with the machinery?” Victoria asked but she was wondering how many girls her horny husband had fucked. She knew Brett well enough to be certain that he hadn't just stuck to business.
“Christ! It was really tough, but I got a promise for an early delivery.” Brett thought that anything he said that sounded of a businesslike nature, she would swallow hook, line and sinker.
“Well, my precious angel, I may have a bad sense of timing, but I was so excited when I heard you were returning home, I called together a little welcoming party. I hope you don't mind, but there's no way to call it off without disappointing your mother and father,” Victoria knew that the best way to get her husband to go along with the plan was to sound reluctant herself.
“You mean Mater and Pater are coming here now?” Brett asked. He always referred to his parents in the Latin.
“No, sweetheart, later tonight. I've also invited some special guests as a favor to you,” Victoria replied. She could tell by her husband's expression that he was very pleased by the idea of a welcoming party and when she mentioned “special guests,” his eyebrows lifted with curiosity. They often used that term when referring to new members in the mate-swapping club and Victoria had used it now intentionally to stir up his curiosity. “Perhaps if you took a short nap, you would feel more like entertaining guests this evening,” she added.
“Yes, you're absolutely right,” Brett said and he sipped on his manhattan waiting for Victoria to explain further.
When she said nothing, Brett grew impatient. “Who else will be coming, I asked!”
“Oh, the new head accountant for Stover Enterprises, the Andrew Hewitts. You remember him, darling. He just started working for your father a short while ago.” Victoria saw the great disappointment on her husband's face so she went immediately on. “Perhaps you've never met his wife, Anita. I suppose they've only been married for a short time, one of those young-middle age marriages. She's only in her early twenties and I understand she's quite concerned with Andrew's getting ahead.” Victoria could see that Brett understood what she wanted him to know and he smiled up at her.
“I think I will take that snooze, darling,” Brett said, standing up from the chair. Victoria had arranged the kind of welcome-home present that he enjoyed more than anything else and he took her in his arms and kissed her. “You really do care about me, my sweet angel,” he said and he squeezed her shapely asscheeks fondly.
Victoria returned Brett's caresses by pressing her cunt into his asscheeks. “I know how it pleases you to keep employees wives in line, but darling, I'm really being selfish myself. It's what you do to me afterwards that I look forward to,” she said, smiling. Brett would always be particularly imaginative fucking her after he had gotten some perverse pleasure out of using his position to force an employee's wife to fuck him and Victoria knew that her husband would easily believe that was her reason for helping him set Anita Hewitt up.
“I'll wake you in plenty of time for dinner, my precious,” Victoria added and she threw a kiss to Brett as he went upstairs to bed.
Pleased and smiling to herself, Victoria checked the time before going down to the den where they held their parties. Everything was going just as planned and she knew that she wouldn't have to be bothered by her husband. He would be taken care of for the evening by Anita Hewitt and Victoria was quite sure that Anita would cooperate without really knowing that she was being cruelly used. Victoria could recognize her type from a mile away as Anita was very much like herself. The main difference was that Anita would fuck with Brett out of her jealousy of Victoria and not because Brett could arrange to have Andrew fired. “No,” Victoria thought, “Anita is out for whatever she can get too, and she'll play up to Brett in hopes of winning him from me.” Victoria laughed loudly as she realized that if nothing else succeeded that evening she would at least have the great pleasure of getting back at Andrew for having taken part in setting her up for her father-in-law. Andrew would be damned mad to find out his young wife was being fucked half to death by Victoria's husband, Brett, Junior.
Nora McCarthy looked in the hall mirror at herself, and she found the stray red hairs that had been tickling her neck. She was wearing her hair up and she nearly ruined the hairdo by twisting the loose hairs back into a knot. She was angry that Victoria had planned a party on her usual night off but thought she could at least console herself by the fact that it would be small. She knew that since the senior Stover was coming, she would only be expected to stay upstairs and the bartending would, as usual, be handled by Gerald. The thought of seeing the older Brett Stover again, if only for the moment it took to open the door to let him in, excited her pussy, but then she thought in some ways, she might prefer they had a big party. At least she would have something to do and the evening would go faster.
The doorbell interrupted her thoughts and she hurried to the entry hall. She was excited by the possibility of seeing her ex-lover and employer at that moment, but when she opened the door she was even more elated. Andrew and Anita were standing at the door, but Nora's eyes looked past them to Jack O'Hara. He was standing out by the Hewitt's car and she grinned as she realized that Jack was playing chauffeur that evening. She wouldn't have wasted a night after all!
“Please do come in,” she said, stepping back and as Andrew and Anita walked past her, she motioned to Jack to come on up. Leaving the door standing open for Jack, Nora led the Hewitt's to the stairs going down to the den.
“Please go right downstairs, the Stovers are expecting you.” She stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment, then she hurried back to the front door where Jack O'Hara was already waiting.
“So you're working tonight, are you?” Nora said happily grabbing his hand and leading him toward the kitchen.
“I was stood up on my date, so I figured I might as well work,” Jack kidded her. “How long is this blast going to take?”
Nora understood what he meant, and she laughed happily. “Don't worry. Two more guests to arrive and my work's finished. We'll have plenty of time!” She took Jack to her room and kissed him before going back to the foyer to wait for the Senior Stovers. She was anxious for Brett and Margaret Stover to arrive now, but her excitement was no longer in the prospect of seeing the older Stover. She wanted them to arrive so she could return to Jack O'Hara in her room.
Victoria and Brett, Junior greeted the Hewitts like long-lost relatives and they immediately led them to the bar to try one of Gerald's famous drinks. Andrew downed two drinks in five minutes, after Victoria told him that Brett, Senior and Margaret were coming too. Victoria saw how Andrew was looking at her that night he drove her to her father-in-law's and when she called to invite him to tonight's party she had been careful not to let on to the fact that Brett, Senior and Margaret would be there too. Victoria figured that Andrew would come in the hopes of making an arrangement with her but that if he knew that his employer would be attending he might be discouraged and stay away. So she intentionally neglected to mention it. She didn't know that Andrew Hewitt was reluctant to face Margaret Stover and that was his reason for drinking heavily.
Andrew was so shaken that he didn't notice Brett's attentions toward Anita so Victoria's practiced distractions were not really necessary. Victoria was pleased by the way Andrew concentrated on drinking as it gave her the good opportunity to assist her husband although she could see by the way Anita was acting that Brett would need a little help.
When Margaret and Brett, Senior arrived, Andrew was feeling more relaxed from his drinks, and he was startled when Margaret walked directly up to him. He thought she was pointing an accusing finger at him as she held out her hand.
“So very nice to see you again, Andrew,” Margaret said, smiling. She had prepared herself for facing him and she was actually feeling gratitude for the fucking he had given her in the Roman bath.
That night had helped Margaret to gain the courage to face her son again but she was still somewhat reluctant to look at Junior for fear she might show her embarrassment. Since his father would be no help, Margaret had decided that friendliness toward Andrew would make her feel more at ease when she greeted her son. It, at least, made her feel like a different person than what she had been when she saw her son fucking with the redhead. Also, she felt that putting Andrew at ease might give her the opportunity to find out how he had come to be in her bedroom the other evening.
“Good evening, Mrs. Stover,” Andrew nodded but his voice caught in his throat. He was surprised by Margaret's friendly gesture, but after a few moments, he also felt relieved. In fact, he was beginning to think that Margaret hadn't recognized him that evening in her private suite and he talked with her and her husband more easily. The drinks had a pleasant warming effect on everyone.
After the usual conversation and the welcoming speeches to Junior, Victoria thought the time was right to get things started. She noticed that Andrew, Margaret and Senior were talking together so she joined in the conversation between Anita and Brett, Junior.
“I understand that you're thinking of remodeling your new home,” Victoria said to Anita Hewitt. She caught Brett, Junior's eye and saw that he was aware of her timing.
“Yes, we do hope to shortly,” Anita replied. Anita Hewitt was exceedingly voluptuous and the make-up she used to make herself look older was completely unnecessary. She looked naturally more mature for her age, mostly due to her remarkable body and the makeup destroyed the very striking effect of her lovely young face. Even with the excess of makeup, however, she radiated a powerful sexiness.
“You know, Anita, we have some rather interesting features in this house you might enjoy seeing. Brett, darling, why don't you show Anita around?” Victoria gave her husband the opportunity he needed to get Anita alone and Brett moved on it quickly.
“I'd be delighted. Let's grab a fresh drink and then I'll show you the best features of the house!”
Victoria thought her husband was overdoing it slightly but she saw that Anita was completely taken with him. Victoria laughed to herself while getting another drink from Gerald and she guessed the drinks had worked on Anita while taking her out of the den toward one of the adjoining bedrooms.
Victoria took a large gulp of her fresh drink, and she went to join the others. Her next move was to get her father-in-law away from Margaret and Andrew and she wasn't aware of the situation that was making it easy for her.
Margaret was glad when she saw her son leave the room with young Anita Hewitt as she felt more like she would be able to move around now. She wanted to try and get Andrew away somewhere to talk and when Victoria joined them she saw her opportunity. Standing up, Margaret looked over to the bar and back to Andrew.
“Andrew, would you be an angel and get me a fresh drink?” Margaret asked in her most innocent voice. Andrew and Brett, Senior had stopped talking when Victoria came up to them and she knew that he couldn't refuse her request.
“Yes, of course,” Andrew said and he excused himself to his employer and Victoria. As he moved toward the bar, Margaret walked over with him.
“Gerald makes wonderful drinks, don't you think so?” Margaret inquired. Andrew was looking back to the table where Brett and Victoria were talking and he turned to face Gerald.
“Yes he certainly does. Indeed,” Andrew answered, realizing that he was stuck and he reluctantly sat down on the stool next to the barstool which Margaret had taken. He didn't want to look directly in Margaret's eyes and he watched Gerald go from behind the bar and leave the room.
Andrew sat quietly for several minutes, waiting for Margaret to speak, but since he just sipped on his drink, she took the initiative herself. “Your wife is really quite beautiful. I feel very flattered that you found me so attractive the other evening.”
Andrew turned and he immediately turned to see if his employer could have overheard what Margaret had said. Andrew was relieved to see that the senior Stover and his son's wife had left the room. “You're very beautiful too, Margaret,” Andrew said quietly. He was still afraid that they might be overheard.
“I want you to know that I am not angry at you, Andrew. Grateful might be the best word to describe my feelings,” Margaret was sincere and she truly wanted Andrew to know it. She understood why he was nervous and she wanted him to be assured that her husband would not find out anything from her ever.
“I'm glad to hear that,” Andrew said. He was trying to figure out an excuse to leave the room.
“There is one thing I've been wondering that I thought you could answer for me. How did you come to be in my bedroom at that time?” Margaret hoped that he would tell her his answer, but his expression changed.
“I'm afraid it's a rather complicated story,” Andrew lied and he stood up from the barstool. “I'm sorry but I've just remembered that I left some papers in my car which I wanted to leave here for your son.” Without waiting for Margaret to say a word, he turned quickly and hurried from the room.
Staring at the martini in the glass she held, Margaret felt saddened by Andrew's obvious fear of her. She had somehow hoped in the back of her mind that he would suggest that they get together and fuck again and she realized that it was impossible as Andrew had become too dependent upon Margaret's husband. But, she couldn't help thinking that Andrew Hewitt was not really attracted to her in the first place. She finished her drink quickly and when she set the glass down and turned she realized that she was alone in the room. She was feeling a dull, aching sensation in her wet, throbbing pussy and she wondered whether it was due to the drink or being with Andrew Hewitt that had brought the feeling upon her. She supposed that it had been from thinking about the fucking experience in her Roman bath the other night and she felt angered by the fact that she could do nothing about it. She wanted to go home and she got up from the bar, wobbling slightly as she stood up. She decided to find her son and have him ask Gerald or even Nora McCarthy to drive her home. As usual, she could say she had a sudden headache.
Margaret walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the staircase. She would have gone up the stairs if she hadn't thought she heard her son's voice coming from a room to the right. The door was closed and she rapped lightly on it, expecting to receive a response. When nothing happened, she opened the door to check the room and her mind was suddenly thrown back to the day at The Oaken Bucket.
Inside the room on a bed, Brett, her son, was in the midst of furiously fucking Anita Hewitt and Margaret stared at their obscenely screwing bodies as if in a state of shock. They didn't even notice her standing in the doorway as they were both nearing their orgasm. Brett's mouth was locked tightly on Anita's mouth, but she was moaning her ecstasy from deep in her throat. Her long, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of him and up into the air each time Brett's prick slammed into the depths of Anita's cunt and it looked as though there was a lever in her pussy that fired her body into spasms when touched by the head of his hardened fuckstick. Anita's arms were wrapped tightly around his back and her fingernails dug deep red welts in his flesh. A white, glistening liquid covered Brett's gigantic pecker as he fucked in and out of Andrew Hewitt's wife's writhing twat and Margaret could clearly see the ragged hair-lined cunny lips at the opening fold in and out as he fucked his large pecker into her. Brett's sperm-filled balls kept slapping against her exposed shithole as he pushed hard into the depths of her womb and Anita had her legs thrown out so wide that it looked like she would rip in two. Her eyes were tightly shut and line appeared around them as she suddenly screamed with her mouth still locked tightly on Brett's lips. Her whole body began lurching violently under his driving whang, and when he rammed hard forward, Margaret could see his groin jerk with equal intensity to hers as they both started shooting their cums together. White-hot, sticky semen gushed out around the base of his thick dong pouring over his bushy cock hair to mat it down tightly against his pelvis. Their mutually intense ecstasy was like the collision of two high-speed race cars hitting head on, and it was so sensuous, Margaret felt her own cunt ignite like an inferno! She too wanted to cum!
Margaret gasped for air as she closed the door on the sight of her own son's fucking her recent lover's wife. She was shaking uncontrollably and she staggered down the hallway toward the den. She had just about succeeded in getting the thoughts of the cocktail lounge and her son and the redhead out of her mind, and now she had another image inscribed indelibly on her mind and memory. She wanted to shout her frustration and anger out loud, but her voice had left her. She ran up to the bar and grabbing the nearest bottle poured out the liquor spilling half the contents on the bar as she tried to stop her hand from its shaking. Margaret Stover drank the burning liquid as fast as she could get the contents of the glass into her mouth and feeling the flaming fluid in her throat, coughed and choked while still draining the glass.
Margaret Stover suddenly felt as though she were losing her mind! Her cunt was gasping and begging to be filled with a huge prick and there was no one around to fuck her. Her husband and Andrew had disappeared and Brett was fucking Anita in the room down the hall. She placed her fist in her mouth and bit down on it. She had to look around for a cock! She had to get fucked, and soon!