Chapter 6

Robert stood in front of the full length mirror in the living room of the suite adjusting his tie. He ran his hands through his tousled hair in an attempt to smooth out the tangled mess.

"I sure as hell wish I could get into the john!" he called over his shoulder to Connie, who was still lying naked on the sofa. "I gotta get back to the office for an appointment."

Connie smiled and looked up at Robert. "Relax, honey. You can fix yourself up in the men's room downstairs in the lobby."

"But why," Robert asked, "would the bathroom be locked?"

"Oh, who knows?" Dick probably has something in there he doesn't want anyone to see..."

Robert took one last inspective look in the mirror, checking for any obvious signs of his afternoon of sex and turned back to Connie. But before he could get his mouth open to speak, Connie was up from the sofa and pressing her warm, naked body against his suit. Her mouth reached up for his, pulling his head down to hers. She kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue deep into his throat.

"You're quite a man," she sighed, tracing a trail with her tongue from his mouth to his left ear. "Quite a man."

"I do my best..." Robert answered, trying to be nonchalant. "And I get better as I go along."

Connie threw her head back, her long hair billowing out behind her, and laughed. "I bet you do."

Robert's hand fell down to the still hot damp between her legs and sent one finger up into her well-stretched pussy.

"OOoooohhh..." Connie cooed at the unexpected intrusion. "I thought you were in such a hurry to get to the office." And grabbing his wrist with both hands, she held his hand steady while she slid back and forth on his probing index finger.

"Oh, yesss... yesss," she hissed, her passion reigniting. She was ready for more.

"Sorry, baby," Robert said, freeing his inserted finger from her grasp. "But this man's got work to do. Not that I wouldn't rather be here, but that's life."

"Well," Connie answered. "Since we'll be seeing a lot more of each other..."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he interrupted her.

"After all, you will be handling Kelly Products, won't you? And, I mean, I am Mrs. Kelly!"

"I thought that decision was yet to be made by your husband. I understand I'm not the only candidate in the running!"

Connie reached out and squeezed the bulge in his pants.

"As far as I'm concerned, you are!" she said, fondling his growing tool. "Now get going, before I can no longer control myself."

Robert walked across the room to the door, picking up his coat from the chair on the way. "Shall I call you?" he asked, turning to stare at her firm, ripe body once more.

"Don't bother," she replied. "I'll call you."

No more than five seconds after Robert had closed the door behind him, the door to the bedroom swung open and Dick stepped out into the living room. Connie spun around to face him and, seeing it was her husband, burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh, nooo..." she laughed. "You mean to tell me that you were in there all this time! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You dirty old bastard! You mean you listened while another man fucked the stuffing out of your wife. You must have had a hard-on the size of a silo! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

Dick grabbed Connie in his arms and crushed her body to his.

"You horny little bitch!" he said, his laughter mixing with hers. "You just couldn't wait to get into that young stud's pants, could you? Wat'sa matter? I'm not giving you enough at home?" The two of them rocked back and forth in laughter, barely able to stand in an upright position, and finally, they fell into a playful heap on the sofa.

"Listen," Connie managed to say through her laughter. "I'm not the only one. I saw the way you were ogling that little snip of a wife of his last night. I'm surprised I didn't find you in here with her. What's wrong? Losing your touch?"

"Not at all, my dear, not at all. Wait right here. I have a little... no, make that a big surprise for you!"

Connie stretched back on the sofa, letting her hands fall on her moist, open pussy, giving herself a soft massage. "Mmmm... !" she sighed, knowing that Dick would be back in a few seconds with a raging hard-on and she could continue her afternoon of sex.

But Connie was not at all prepared for his surprise.

"Ta Thaaaa!" Dick's voice imitated a heralding trumpet. "Ta, ta, ta, taaa!"

Connie looked up from her reclining position and there, standing before her, was Midge. Dick stood directly behind her, his hands around her chest, resting on the heaving twin mounds of her breasts.

"Why you old son of a bitch!" Connie yelled at Dick. "What is this poor girl going to think of me?" she asked sarcastically.

Midge was mortified. How had this happened to her? She tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed as she heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking into raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude? She tried to twist away, but Dick's hands were working on her breasts and she could not stop the continuous waves of pleasure that coursed through her loins.

"Oh, God," she moaned softly. "Oh, God!"

Both Dick and Connie mistook her cry for help as a sign of her interest and began to take full advantage of the situation. Connie got up from the sofa and walked over to where Midge and Dick stood.

"I'll have to admit," she said to Dick, looking Midge up and down with an appraising eye, "she's as good a catch as her husband. I trust you've shown the young lady a good time?"

"The best!" Dick answered. "Would you expect anything else from me?"

Midge's body stiffened as she felt another pair of hands begin searching out her body. Oh no, she thought. They wouldn't. They couldn't. This is a civilized society. Things like this just don't happen. But suddenly Connie's hands reached under her skirt and traveled up the length of her long thighs, not stopping until they reached her abused pussy.

"Why, Dick!" Connie cried out in mock concern. "This young lady hasn't any panties on. What have you been doing to her?"

Midge opened her eyes slowly. As she bent her head down, she saw first Dick's hands still kneading her breasts and just below that, the top of Connie's head, her arms were hidden beneath the folds of her skirt. Midge's reeling mind tried to find a way out of this obscene predicament but she knew there was no answer. A word from either of them and her marriage was ruined. And her marriage was all she had, bad as it was; she had to hold onto it at any cost. And right now, the price was total submission to the depraved demands these two were making on her. And with one great sigh, Midge forced her tense body to relax.

Dick's hands stopped their attack on Midge's breasts and slowly went around to her back, unfastening the catch at the top and in agonizing slowness, pulled the zipper as far down as it would go. His nimble fingers quickly released the clasp at the back of her bra and he slipped it out the back of her dress. The top of her dress fell down to her waist and Connie, still kneeling pulled the rumpled garment down to Midge's bare feet.

"My," Connie purred. "She is a beauty, isn't she?"

Dick lifted Midge up from the floor so that Connie could throw her dress across the room and take her high heels off, throwing them in the same direction. Midge now stood completely naked before their lustful gazes. Her voluptuous white body glistened in the artificial light of the large room... beads of nervous perspiration popped out all over her skin. Her figure was perfect. The rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled under the bulge of her breasts. The navel with the thin line of down ran down like a pointer to the sleek curls of auburn hair against which the tops of thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all breasts, hips, and thighs, ready to be loved... and Connie could hardly wait.

Connie turned Midge around and gently pushed her into the bedroom. "Onto the bed, dear," she said quietly. "And open your legs wide. I want to see how big you've been stretched by my Dick's cock."

"More than that, dear," Connie ordered softly. "More than that!"

Midge sobbed, her eyes clenched tightly shut and helplessly spread her legs as far apart as was humanly possible, trying somehow to get this over with as fast as possible.

"Don't cry, my dear," Connie said. "It's not as though I were going to ram a huge, vile prick inside you!"

Dick laughed coarsely.

"Don't you wish you had one to do it with," he jibed at Connie. "Don't you wish!"

"Why, Dick... you may be giving Midge the wrong idea. I only occasionally dabble in these things. Generally I am strictly interested in the stronger sex. You know that."

Midge felt herself get dizzy again. It was unbelievable. The mere thought of being touched by another woman was enough to make her skin crawl, and here she was, lying naked with this perverted, fiendish woman. It was all so perfectly awful. She was going to have to submit to the disgusting indignities that this deranged couple were going to inflict upon her. It was not enough that she had already been through so much with Dick, and had also been forced to listen while her husband made love to Connie. No. That wasn't enough. The fates had more in store for her. She wondered what she had ever done to deserve being in such a position.

I just can't do it, she thought, suddenly. But Connie's hands were now reaching around her waist, and slowly worked themselves up to the tips of her breasts, tracing light fingernail lines along her white, creamy skin as they went.

Dick sat on the bed watching them, a broad smile playing lustfully on his lips. This was even better than he hoped. It wasn't often he got a chance to see his wife go to work on a chick, but it was certainly well worth waiting for, he knew.

"Go ahead, baby. Let's see a little action." He could feel his penis rising once more at the sight of the two naked women on the bed.

Midge's nipples became harder and harder under Connie's manipulations. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of excitement racing from the pointed tips to her already well- lubricated sex. But it was too much for her, and even though she hated the insidious woman's touch on her skin, it was unmistakably beginning to arouse her. "That's it, that's it," Dick said. "She really digs that. Look at her."