Chapter 8

Tim Cassidy thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight, moving with his swift long stride into the house. Arlene greeted him at the door. "This had better be good!" he told his wife's cousin. He didn't know why but she was beginning to annoy him more and more. "Never, never should have fucked her," he added to himself as he followed the comely brunette into the study. "Not at this stage of the game!"

Arlene smiled at Tim as he stood defiantly watching her in the study. How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to feel those strong arms around her again... that thick cock of his blotting out every thought in her brain. How magnificent he is! Like a ferocious golden lion'

"WELL!" Tim growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to meet a silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his temper as the smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.

"You said it was important..." he continued.

Arlene bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he talk to her like that... to HER... She was the one who really understood him, who really loved him... who could really do all that needed to be done for the Cassidy name! He would eat his words once he knew everything about that little bitch he called a wife! She was unfit to be Tim Cassidy's wife, cousin or no cousin'

Silently, but with trembling hands, Arlene got down the little recorder from the hiding place she had finally found after half an hour's looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away from him, uncertain of just what his reaction would be to the edited tape she had listened to with burning ears a few minutes earlier. It was afterward that she had called him and told him he must return immediately to the house.

"I... want... a girl... just... like the... girl... that married... dear old... DAD!... You ain't seen nothing yet!... OOOOOOOOOhhhhh... Erick! Erick!... Fuck deeper fuck deeper... FUCK DEEPER... DEEPER!!!"

Suspiciously Tim listened to the obscene tape. At first he thought that Arlene was just playing some kind of joke on him... that she thought he might become aroused by such a thing, and then the realization gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's voice, it was Sylvie on the tape, and that the lewd coupling sounds and noises were absolutely real. The recording appeared to be one of his wife and his brother Erick screwing themselves silly!

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring menacingly at Arlene, who was cringing against the wall. She had the definite feeling that she had made a dreadful mistake.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tim shook with rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair disheveled and unruly.

"WHERE IS SYLVIE?" he finally asked, realizing that Arlene was too frightened to speak.

Arlene motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tim whirled out the door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a time.

A shudder of wanton delight surged through Sylvie's raw, nerve tingling body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon Ron's chest, their hardened nipples digging into his suit top. She fucked insanely with him and his younger brother, feeling blissfully grateful to them... she did not fully know who they were, but hoped that one of them was her husband, Tim. Because at last it was coming to a crashing roar overtaking her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable elation, roaring through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly striving cunt, as the lips worked and sucked at Ron's hard penis and shattering through her rectum as Erick struck again and again within its moist confines.

Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the powerful lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her blonde curls to her desperately contracting toes.

"Look at her go..." Frank, the valet, mumbled as he stood nearby. He would be ready to perform if called upon again, he thought, but it looked as if it was all going to be over soon.

Tim rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing room, his face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.

"OOOOOHHHH GOD... OH GOD... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG... CUMMMMMMMINGGG... OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into her quaking, clenching orifice.

A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed rest.

Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick and Ron, only saw him when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's satiated blonde wife.

"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SYLVIE?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"

There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and puffing from their adulterous activities.

They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.

"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tim cried. "I'LL DEAL WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"

The 2 brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Arlene who was curiously waiting to see what was happening.

When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had called Tim and had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.

Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed Arlene by the arm and propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.

"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in, you sneaking bitch!"

When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.

"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent ordeal came back to her confused mind.