Chapter 7

When Midge arrived home, it was already dark outside. She noticed with surprise that there were lights on in the house. Robert was home already. She had counted on his not being there. On the one night when she would have wanted him to stay out, he had come home for dinner! She felt weak and bedraggled and she had no idea how she could cope with his presence. She had not even been able to think out the full ramifications of what had transpired that afternoon. Every inch of her body ached from the horrible body-wracking positions she had been put through. Now, she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her husband's face. The very idea disgusted her.

She opened the door to the house and seeing that Robert was in the living room looking at television, she tried to quietly make her way to the steps where she could get to the bedroom and at least attempt to get herself together before having to make dinner. But Robert had been listening for her and he heard the key in the lock. He came to the living room door and called to her as she was halfway up the stairs.

"Hi, honey! I'm home... where've you been for such a long time?"

Midge turned and looked at him. She felt like spitting in his face.

"I've been shopping," she said slowly, barely managing to control herself.

"Oh? What did you get? Where are all the packages?"

"Being sent. I'll be down in a few minutes to fix dinner," she answered and turned her back and continued up the steps.

Robert stood watching her. Her round firm buttocks moved slowly as she climbed the stairs, and Robert, still stimulated by his workout with Connie, felt the stirrings of his dormant member at the sight of them.

It had been a while since he had made love to her. She would certainly be ready for a little tonight, he mused as the provocatively swinging hips disappeared from his sight, and he turned and went back to watch the news on television.

Midge closed the bedroom door behind her with a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. She felt like she was having a nightmare of gigantic proportions. She lay still, hoping her nerves would stand the strain. Suddenly, she laughed when she realized that her mind was pondering what to fix for dinner, making a mental list of what was in the freezer. At a time like this... she still responded with the same old reflexes. She laughed again bitterly and got up to run herself a hot tub.

The water filled up to the brim and she plunged her body into it with a groan. She lay motionless, letting the warm water caress her skin and slowly seep into her abused crevices. Her tears returned as she thought with fury of Robert downstairs... just sitting there looking at television... waiting for her to cook him dinner, when only a few hours ago he had been talking sweet talk to that bitch Connie... telling her how beautiful she was... then kissing her... making love to someone who was almost a stranger in a way he hadn't made love to her in a month!

Well, he could fix his own dinner, she'd be damned if she'd go downstairs and cook for him. She began to scrub herself vigorously.

She felt so helpless. If only there was something she could do. Divorce? No, but there had to be some way to bring him back to his sense, she thought. It seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy.

Her nipples smarted from the rigorous pinchings and squeezings they had undergone, and the delicate tissues of her vagina felt raw. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought of what she had gone through that afternoon.

After a long while, she stepped out onto the bathmat and toweled herself dry. She went to the medicine cabinet and took out a small brown bottle. She shook out two green pills and popped them in her mouth, swallowing them without water. She thought a moment, and took another pill. After putting on a warm nightgown, she creamed her face and got between the sheets of the big double bed. She knew the sleeping pills would work almost instantly. That was what she wanted, complete oblivion, escape from the burning shame and anger that continued to taunt her.

As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness; one final image of Dick Kelly kneeling over her, his huge penis grasped firmly in his hand, filled the screen of her mind and then there was nothing but blissful blackness.

Downstairs, Robert sat watching film clips of the war. The sound of mortar shells and machine guns filled the living room. He was sitting in his favorite comfortable chair, a gin and tonic at his side. He watched the jungle scenes, the killed and wounded men with an air of detachment. He was thinking about Connie and what she had said about his getting the Kelly account, if she had anything to do with it. At least that's what he seemed to remember her saying.

He felt elated. It gave him a real sense of accomplishment to know that he had made the right move when he followed through on Connie's first blatant pass at him at the party. Hot little number! he thought to himself. He wondered how soon she would call him.

As he downed his second drink, his stomach growled. He realized that he was starving... where was Midge anyway? She certainly did seem to act rather strangely when she came in.

I'll bet it's because she hasn't had any in a while. Well, I'll see she gets some tonight! the thoughts passed through his mind as he fixed himself another drink.

"Midge!" he called in the direction of the bedroom. "Midge! What are you doing up there? How's about dinner?"

When he got no answer, he figured she was probably still in the tub making herself pretty for him. Well, he'd just have to have another drink and wait for her to come down.

As he sat back down in front of the television, his mind turned back to his obsession. Ever since he had been a young guy in college, he had decided that the world was made up of two kinds of people, the smart guys and the fall guys. He had set about to get to the top as fast as he could and by any means necessary. Now, he was just getting a taste of the rewards of that point of view. It was all beginning to pay off, and once he got this account, there would be no stopping him... no more crummy jobs... no more fawning over agency big-wigs. There were quite a few people he was going to have scurrying about for him once he got his promotion. He downed his drink and got up to fix himself another.

The television continued to blast out an incessant stream of news which Robert watched without paying any attention to what was being said.

"Midge! Midge!" he called out. Where the hell was she, anyway? This was getting a little ridiculous now. He made a mental note to take a firmer stand with her. This was the first time he'd been home for dinner in days, and there was no dinner.

He stood at the bar in the living room finishing off the last of the gin and then started up the stairs with a determined step. When he reached the top step, he noticed with surprise that the bedroom door was closed. He opened it and after his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, spotted Midge lying face down on the bed in a deep sleep.

Robert approached the bed slowly, hardly believing his eyes. He sat on the bed beside her and shook her arm. But she made no visible sign of awakening. He shook her harder still... and she moaned something incoherent and tried to bury her face in the pillow.

Finally he realized that she must have taken a sleeping pill, but he was at a loss as to understand why. He sat there, looking down at her sleeping form, completely puzzled and vaguely annoyed.

Midge stirred slightly and he took note of the bulge of her buttocks once more. Slowly, he pulled the sheets back, uncovering first her back and then the protruding mounds of her soft, white behind. He pulled her nightgown up so that the whiteness of her whole ass was exposed to his view. He felt his prick stiffen at the sight of it. He pulled the gown up still further, tugging and turning Midge's lifeless body so that the material could slide easily over her jutting breasts.

Midge slowly became aware of the fact that something was happening. At first it seemed like a dream, and then through the haze of her drugged state, she realized that it was not a dream at all... it was real.

Robert had taken her nightgown off completely, and was now massaging her breasts with his firm, familiar touch. He was really excited now. She seemed so helpless because of the pills she had taken and something about the way she looked made him want to fuck her. He knew it was partly because of his afternoon with Connie that he was still horny. He chuckled to himself. Midge was going to get her share too!

Midge struggled to return to a fully conscious state, but the strength of the pills worked against her. She could only reach a kind of limbo in between, in which she was aware of what was going on, although it was all somewhat distorted; and yet, she could do little to prevent it, except to feebly twist and turn herself in an effort to avoid her husband's intimate touches.

In her twilight world, she felt her tender vaginal lips being opened and invaded once more by several blunt objects... candles perhaps. No... she finally recognized them as someone's large and elongated fingers.

"Uuuunnngggg!" she cried out from the depths of her throat. "Nooo... nooooo..."

But Robert had no intention of letting her loose now. His fingers worked in the wet elasticity of Midge's defenseless cunt, exploring all the hidden folds and recesses as though he had never been there before. Midge groaned as she felt the forceful plunder of her pussy continue even more vigorously. Fingers moved back and forth, around and sideways, up and down within her secret passage.

Robert sat beside her on the bed watching her face as she began to react to his searching thrusts. His face was flushed from the liquor he had consumed and was beginning to feel a whirling sensation in his brain that prevented him from thinking clearly. His features took on an evil cast as his lust continued to grow in measure with his enormous swelling cock.

"Oh, baby!" he said aloud. "Have I got something for you!"

Midge's eyes were half opened, but Robert was only a blur to her. She imagined that it was Dick again and seemed to see his lewd face leering at her. It was too much to take... not again! She tried to scream, but the sound she made was only a low moan, although to her distorted mind, it seemed that she filled the room with her cry for help.

Robert only mistook the moans as a sign of her arousal and her desire for him to continue.