Chapter 5

Midge dressed hurriedly in the bathroom. She washed as best she could and longed to be home where she could take a hot bath to thoroughly cleanse herself of the traces of Dick's lovemaking. She felt shabby and dirty, and even though she had been plunged to the depths of ecstasy, now she wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible. And, if possible, to forget all that had happened. Even though she seemed to look all right in the bathroom mirror, she could not imagine that there were no traces left on her of her shame and embarrassment.

She emerged from the bathroom, and scarcely looking at Dick told him she was leaving immediately.

"Well, I don't know why you're in such a hurry to leave, but I'll take you to the station if you're taking the train home." He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking another of his special drinks.

"Sure you don't want another drink?" he asked.

"No... I just want to leave... and you don't have to go to the station with me. I can make it all right by myself. I... I'm really in a hurry. I can make the two-forty if I leave right now."

"Anything you say," Dick answered her, draining his glass and standing up. "I guess I'll be getting home, too!" Her rush to leave amused him. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave a few minutes ago, he mused.

"Okay, sweetheart... let's go," he said, taking Midge by the arm and leading her to the door.

He was just about to open it, when the sound of a man's and then a woman's laughter came through from the other side of the door, followed by the unmistakable noise of a key in the lock.

Dick moved quickly, pushing Midge back into the bedroom and closing the door rapidly behind them. Midge's heart beat wildly in her throat, and her eyes were wide with terror.

"Oh, my God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Someone's going to find us here."

"Don't worry," Dick calmed her. "Whoever it is, they'll leave in a few minutes." But now they could hear the man and the woman clearly in the next room. Footsteps approached the bedroom door and the handle began to turn.

"Seems to be locked, Connie," the voice in the other room said. "Guess we'll have to make do with the facilities out here." The two voices combined in laughter, and Midge was horrified to realize that the man's voice belonged to her husband.

Midge reached out to open the door, but Dick grabbed her arm and put his hand roughly over her mouth.

"Don't be such a little fool!" he whispered to her. "Do you want him to catch you here? How are you going to explain that? Besides, he's with my wife, and I'd be very interested to hear what goes on out there. Just sit tight, sweetie."

Dick released the grip on her arm and removed his hand from her mouth. Midge stood there, shocked and motionless. She felt paralyzed. What could she do? He was right; she couldn't go running out there. She would never be able to explain to Robert what she doing there with Dick, even though he was out there with Connie. She still loved him, and she knew that he would never forgive her sleeping with another man, no matter what he himself had done. She knew it was different for men. It sometimes was as if they could do anything they wanted, whereas, if a woman did the same things, it would be considered a different matter entirely. She was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it, but stay behind that door and wait until they left.

Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and the rustle of material against material accompanied by Connie's soft laughter, as she realized with a jolt that they were actually going to make love right there on the living room sofa, and that she would be forced to listen to every disgusting sound they made.

Dick stood with his ear pressed against the door - an expression of delight on his face. He held Midge firmly around the waist so that she would have to listen, too. Midge slumped against the door, half supporting herself, half supported by Dick's arms. She could not recall ever being so upset. Why had she ever come to the hotel with Dick Kelly in the first place? It was all too much for her to comprehend. What kind of a man was he, anyway? She had never dreamed that a man like him existed. First his civilized veneer had suddenly vanished once she was alone with him, and now here he was, listening intently to the sounds of his wife making love with another man. It was ghastly, and yet, she too found herself suddenly breathing softer in an attempt to hear just what was going on out there.

"You're so beautiful," Robert said to Connie on the other side of the door. "So beautiful..." he kept repeating as he pulled her down on the sofa beside him. He let his hands rove over her slender body, stopping at the pert upturned breasts whose nipples were clearly outlined against the soft material of Connie's dress, then circling her hips with his arms, he gripped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him.

Connie's breathing came heavily, her face tilted back on the sofa wore an expression of the pain of waiting for the lovemaking that was to come. Robert undid the buttons at the front of her dress and put his hands inside. He could feel her trembling slightly, and when he touched her breasts, she uttered a low groan. He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the rounded orbs were free for his fervent touch. With one hand, he toyed with her nipples and weighted the soft mounds in his palms enjoying the luxurious silky feeling of Connie's skin against his hand. With his other hand, he fumbled at his zipper and gradually released his throbbing member from his trousers.

Connie heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he had done. She reached down and boldly grabbed hold of his giant cock.

"Oh, my, that feels good," she said. "You're quite a big boy, aren't you?"

"It'll get even bigger when it gets where it wants to be!" Robert said, placing his hand over hers and moving it up and down over the bulging tip of his penis. She felt the stickiness of the pearls of liquid that exuded from his excited member and with expertise, began to stroke and caress it. She felt wildly aroused by the feel of his blunt member in her small hand and could begin to imagine the wonderful feel of it sunk deep between her legs.

Robert returned to her breasts with both hands now. First, he touched them softly, and then more roughly as Connie's hand on his cock began to send maddening thrills throughout his system. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and then let his mouth slide down her chin, then her throat, covering her with tiny kisses wherever it passed. Then he was inside her dress, pushing the limp bra cups up and sucking noisily at her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, pulling the tender flesh with his teeth, then surrounding and soothing the tortured flesh with the flat wet smoothness of his tongue.

What he was doing hurt Connie briefly from time to time, but then he would do something else that would completely unsettle her so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. She had heard of people who could cum like that, just by having their breasts sucked. No one had ever done it to her quite this way before, and she was sure that if Robert continued, she would have an orgasm. Her hand continued working in a steady up-and-down motion at his enormous cock, pulling the loose foreskin up, then sliding it back, releasing the glistening head to the air. She shifted her buttocks back and forth on the sofa, feeling an insane tingle between her legs.

Robert put one hand down to her quivering thigh and slowly stroked the full roundness of it, digging his thick fingers into the stockinged flesh, then smoothing the area he had just probed with a gentle circular motion. He let his hand travel up to the warmth high under her rumpled skirt, where his fingers stretched out to meet her moist pulsating vulva. Connie gave a tiny shriek of pleasure as he pushed under her panties and entwined his fingers in the dampness of her waiting pussy.

Robert's cock jumped about wildly in her hand as though it had a life of its own. He felt as though his lungs were going to burst any minute from the effort of his harsh broken breathing, but on he went, jiggling his fingers about in her crotch among the secret joys of her cunt.

Connie began to call out his name hoarsely. "Oh, Bob... Bob... do it to me... yes, do it to me!" She screwed herself down so that his fingers could push far, far up into her satiny vagina, squealing when he reached her cervix. She kicked off her shoes and tried desperately to get her dress off, while jerking spasmodically at Robert's convulsing prick. She was jumping around all over his hand, wiggling herself back and forth and up and down, completely out of her head with passion. She began to babble, muttering snatches of words and sentences in an incoherent wail.

"Oh yeah... oh Bob! Oh baby, baby... honey do it... oh fuck me now... now... oh Bob, baby! It's sooooo gooood."

He tugged at his pants, trying to remove them.

"Come on... let's get everything off!" he said, panting.

They both stood up hastily and removed all their clothing, letting them fall to make an obscene pile in front of the sofa.

Then they collapsed into each other's arms on the sofa and he was at her from all over, grasping at her buttocks, letting his hands cover every inch of her shapely naked body. They were both hot and flushed and moisture formed wherever their bodies touched. She reached down and touched the fullness of his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand, then once her hand was at his penis, pulling at it and teasing it and urging it to enter her.

"Oh, Bob, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, letting her head roll from side to side. She felt as though someone had drugged her, so great was her desire for him. If she could just have that beautiful cock plunged into her to the hilt...

Suddenly Robert got up from the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of Connie. He separated her knees with his hands and gazed hungrily at the sight of her parted sex before him. The pink interior of her pussy peaked out temptingly from between the surrounding soft blonde hair, and her smooth, trembling thighs extended limply on either side of Robert's body. He bent down and after taking a deep breath, pushed his face into the opened crevice. Connie gave a gasp of delight and entwined her fingers in Robert's hair, pulling his face forward even farther into the moisture of her loins. She ground her hips up slowly into his face, wriggling like a snake so that his tongue could sink deeper into her clasping orifice. She melted as she felt the cool wet of his mouth meet the fire of her pussy. His tongue darted in and out, then smoothly up and down, in her cunt, probing every dark corner.

"Oh Bob... you're sucking me... suck me good, honey, suck me good!" she gasped.

Robert groaned and continued his oral exploration of her twitching sex, unaware that his own wife was a scant few feet away...

Behind the bedroom door, Dick stood tensely, with his ear glued to the wood. He could not take more of it, he knew. The lewd sounds were exciting him beyond all measure. Just the idea of his wife out there getting it from Robert made his cock jump jerkily to a full erection. He would have to do something about it pretty soon. He still held Midge fast, although she had made no motion to move or get away from the door. She seemed to be listening intently too, but there were tears streaming down her cheeks, and every now and then she emitted a soft sob of pained emotion. Dick looked down at her, and pulled her even closer to him, forcing his hands up under her skirt, so that he could feel her smooth, cushiony behind.