Chapter 9

Midge turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the white terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall shower. And grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked up the ringing telephone.

"Hello, " she said, holding the telephone receiver between her shoulder and chin, wrapping the towel turban-style around her hair.

"Listen, Midge," Robert's voice came back at her. "Don't bother about dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner jacket and wear something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be ready, okay?"

Midge felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been missing for some time.

"Of course, Bob," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get home. But where are we going... and what's the occasion?" she asked, not really caring, just pleased that she and Robert would go out together again.

"The occasion is my probably landing the biggest account of my career. We're having dinner with Dick Kelly and his wife," the information landed on her disappointed ears.

"Oh, Robert," she lied to him. "I don't know if I can. I don't feel very well and..."

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you," he interrupted her. "But you're going tonight whether you like it or not. I'm not letting you louse up my chances for this promotion. Now you be ready at seven!" and he hung up.

Midge put the receiver back on the phone and walked into the bedroom. Oh God, she thought. She wasn't going to be able to go through with it. The thought of having to face Dick Kelly and his wife again after all they had put her through made her tremble. She was sure Robert would be able to sense something was wrong and that the evening would be a disaster, but when Robert came home at seven, she was ready to go.

As they rode along in the car, neither of them said a word to each other. Midge looked for some sign that Robert might know what she had been doing with Dick Kelly, his client, and that she knew about him and Connie, but there was nothing there to indicate such knowledge. But still, she was worried. She was sure the evening could lead to no good. After Robert had called her that morning, she had hoped there would be other couples at the dinner, perhaps Deedie and Ron, but when she asked Robert before they left the house together, he told her that it would just be the four of them. And those were the last words either of them had exchanged so far.

Midge tried to think of something else, but her mind kept coming back to the same thing. She pulled a compact out of her purse and examined herself in the tiny mirror. The low cut gown she had put on revealed a great deal of her well-formed cleavage. She had originally had on a much less revealing dress, but Robert said it made her look matronly and had her change to the yellow silk she was now wearing. She wished there was something, some way she could cover herself up, knowing that Dick was sure to make some sort of comment about her neckline, but Robert had even refused to let her bring her knitted shawl with her.

"What the hell do you want to wear that for?" he had asked. "It makes you look like an old lady!"

As Robert pulled the Pontiac into the Kelly's driveway, he turned to Midge and gave her a long hard stare. Midge sat looking straight ahead, afraid of what he was thinking. It seemed that paranoia was the word of the day now. Every look, every strange expression was a threat to her existence as his wife. She knew it couldn't continue much longer. Soon, it would all have to come to a head.

"When we get inside," he started, "you just play the perfect wife. I'll take care of everything else, understand?"

"Yes, Robert," she answered as the butler came out of the house to help her out of the car.

"Good evening, madam," he said as he opened the door and gave Midge his hand. As she bent forward to get out of the car, she caught a quick glance of the butler looking straight down her dress.

My God, she thought. Is that all anyone thinks about in this house?

Robert came around the car, and taking Midge's arm led her up to the front door where Dick Kelly stood waiting for them.

"Well, good to see you two again. Come on in, Bob," he said, stepping out of the way to let them pass. And as Midge passed by him, his hand touched and caressed over the firm cheeks of her buttocks for the briefest second. Robert didn't take notice at Midge's slight jump as he was too busy taking in the view across the room.

There stood Connie wearing a skin-tight gold lame jumpsuit. The neckline cut from the shoulders to the navel in a huge revealing vee so that the edge of the metallic material covered only one half of each firm round breast. The pants left nothing to the imagination as they clung so tightly to her full blown figure that even from across the room, Robert was able to make out the outline of her crotch pushing against the yellow cloth and wryly thought, A prize worth having... a real golden sheathed cunt!

When Midge saw her, she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the gasp coming out. She had never seen anything like it before. The closest thing she had ever seen to match was a dancer's costume at a nightclub in Paris when she and Robert were on their honeymoon.

"Good evening," Connie said softly from her pose against the fireplace. "Welcome back!" Midge caught the look that went back and forth between Connie and Robert and stood furious as Robert walked away from her and made a beeline for Connie. Dick walked up behind Midge and possessively, as though he now owned her, ran his hand up the back of her thighs to the crack in her buttocks. Midge spun around to face him, wanting to slap him hard across the face but realized she couldn't.

"May I get you a drink?" he offered.

As Dick went to the bar to fix the drinks, Midge sat watching Robert make a fool of himself over Connie. She couldn't believe it. Connie was certainly a good-looking woman half her age, but other than that she was so cheap, so tawdry about her appearance... the sort of woman a man like Dick falls for... yes, they were a perfect couple, she thought.

Dinner was a huge success for everyone but Midge. Robert spent the entire evening fawning over Connie, amusing her with stories about his college days, and about some of his other accounts while Midge spent most of her time picking at the food and trying to escape Dick's searching hands under the table. By the time the meal was over, Midge was exhausted and ready to leave, but she knew that Dick and Robert still had to talk business and she would probably be left alone with Connie. Just the thought of it turned her stomach.

"Well," Dick said, patting his full stomach. "Why don't we have our coffee and brandy in the living room." He rose from the table and pulled Midge's chair out for her, taking her by the arm and leading her into the other room while Robert took Connie's arm and followed them in.

"If you will excuse me," Midge said, "I'd like to use the powder room to freshen up a bit." And with that, she turned and went up the stairs to the second floor leaving Robert with Dick and Connie.

As soon as Midge was out of the room, Connie guided Robert to the huge over-sized white sofa and sat down next to him. Her arms slipped around his shoulders and her mouth covered his, her tongue slipping from between her lips and digging into his mouth.

Robert pulled back, nervously glancing at Dick who stood just a few feet away from where they sat.

"Connie..." he said in mock-shocked tones. "I... I don't understand... your husband..."

Dick roared with laughter at Robert's performance.

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled. "I've known about you two since the first time you came here! No reason for you to stop now!"

"What?" Robert asked incredulously. "You mean you've known all along what we've been doing? And don't you care?"

"Why should he care?" Connie jumped into the conversation. "I mean, after all, he's been getting his from Midge. So why shouldn't I have my fun too?"

Robert sat shocked.

"What do you mean he's been getting his from Midge? Getting what? What?" he yelled, shaking Connie by the shoulders. "Getting what?"

"Hey, take it easy!" Connie said, trying to calm him down. "'Getting his' means he's been getting laid at your house while you've been getting laid over here. Does that make it clear for you?"

"What is this. Some kind of put-on?" Robert asked. "Look, I know my wife and she just isn't the type... to do that sort of thing."

"Listen, Robert," Connie went on. "I've got a little story to tell you. Do you remember the day we made love together at Dick's suite at the hotel? Well, after you left Dick came out of the bedroom where he had been all along. And right behind him was your sweet little innocent wife. Don't interrupt me! You wife and my husband had been using the room before we came in. That's right, little man. Midge and Dick had been fucking each other silly that afternoon. And she sure as hell liked it from the look on her face, when she came out of the bedroom. And do you know what?" she continued, letting her hands fall on Robert's body, caressing him softly as she spoke. "Your little wife not only likes other men, but she's not at all put off by a good-looking woman, either. Since she was already warmed up by Dick's good hard dick and her cunt was well-lubricated, I had no trouble getting several fingers up inside her and boy, does she know how to respond. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no lesbian, but I enjoy a little change every now and then and your little wife is about the best change I've had in a long time. She not only enjoyed me, but she held my face prisoner in her stretched pussy for so long I thought I might not ever see the outside world again! And when I finished with her and Dick had his cock back up inside her, fucking her for all she was worth, I lowered my snatch on her face and she ate me like she hadn't had a meal for weeks. I haven't had such a good sucking out since my honeymoon!" She turned to Dick. "No offense, dear, but let's face it. You have been a little slack in that department. And so, since that day, little Midge has been hopping on Dick's stick every chance she got. Why do you think I called you over here the other day? Because Midge had invited Dick to your house and we wanted to make sure that their fucking wasn't interrupted. And now, we think it's foolish for us to be wasting what should be a very interesting evening just to save a little pride. Don't you think so?"

Robert sat staring at Connie, his mouth hanging wide open. He couldn't believe his ears or what they had just heard.

"This is fantastic! You made all that up, didn't you?"

"No Robert," Connie said sternly. "I don't have to make up anything when the truth is much more interesting."

"Yes, Robert," Dick interrupted. "Now that you're going to be handling my account, I do think everything should be above the table, that is, at least the conversations should be," he quipped, laughing at his own joke. "But, just to make sure you believe us, you might be interested in my knowing about this little mole on the inside of her thigh, that Midge has. Just about half an inch from her left cunt lip, if you'll pardon my medical terminology. And lovely cunt lips they are, too, I might add."

But all Robert had heard was that the Kelly account was his. He had what he wanted. If it meant a little work for Midge too, that was what a wife was for.

By this time, Connie's hands were resting on top of the now growing bulge in Robert's pants. She kneaded into the material softly, waiting for him to respond. And in just another second, it dawned on him that what these two wanted was what he had better give them. He turned to Connie and taking her face in his hands forced his tongue deep into the entrance of her throat. Her hands worked furiously at his groin, pulling down his zipper and freeing his growing cock from the confines of his boxer shorts. His stiff member popped up out of his material and her soft fingers slipped the foreskin back over the head exposing the sensitive red tip to the warm air in the room.

Robert lifted his head from Connie's and got up from the sofa and stood directly in front of her. Her hand still clutched at his now fully erect prick and he guided the tip of it up against her parted lips.

"Okay, baby," he said lewdly. "Suck it!" And with that, he grabbed the back of her head and rammed the full length of his cock deep into the warm, wet cavern of her awaiting mouth. As Connie sucked voraciously on his cock Robert busied himself, removing his jacket and shirt, undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. He kicked off his patent leather pumps and stepped out of the crumpled pants, pushing them out of the way with his foot. He stood there, an obscene spectacle; his huge- veined prick sticking out of his underwear and disappearing into Connie's grasping mouth. He bent down over her head and undid the zipper at the back of her jumpsuit, pulling it down to her waist.

"Come on," he said, panting for more. "Let's get you out of that thing so my cock can get where it belongs!"

He pulled back out of her mouth, his stiff cock bobbing in the air, and pulled her to her feet. Her clothes were off in a matter of a second, and she stood there wearing only a pair of brief black silk panties that had no crotch. Her soft, hair-lined pussy was exposed, surrounded by soft black lace. He pushed her down to the floor and without wasting any time, jumped on top of her. His massive prick touched the pink lips of her cunt and he could feel the burning fire that was torturing her insides. "Ooooohhh..." she moaned softly as the smooth rubbery head touched the waiting opening.

He paused for a second, gently rocking back and forth on top of her, teasing the quivering opening and then suddenly thrust his rigid tool deep into the burning cavern between her open thighs.

"Ah... aaaahhh... aaahhhhh!!!!" she crooned as he filled her with his throbbing prick.

Just a few feet away, Dick stood watching their performance, his prick already out of his pants, his hand working furiously back and forth as it grew harder and harder every second. He would soon be getting his, he knew, and he wanted to be ready when the little bitch came back into the room. Soon, his cock was fully grown, his hand just barely able to surround it, and he pulled the foreskin back and forth as small pearls of moisture appeared at the tip.

Robert's mouth spread to a wide ecstatic grin as the wet slippery walls of Connie's cunt enfolded his throbbing cock, sucking at it with the clenching muscles of desire. He sighed, his mouth wide open as he slid deeper and deeper into her fiery passage until he completely filled her. He could feel her whole body twitching underneath him as he began to stroke rhythmically, feeling the hard contact of her pelvis smacking into his as he drove his prick in and out.

Connie moved in perfect time with him, pushing and dropping her hips as his light groans of ecstatic pleasure spurred her to higher and higher heights of passion.

As Midge was coming down the stairs, she thought she heard rather strange sounds coming from the living room but didn't think too much about it. All she wanted to do was get out of this place as soon as possible. But she was in for a big surprise. As she walked through the entrance to the room. There on the floor were Connie and Robert fucking furiously as if there were no one around. But just beside them stood Dick, furiously pulling at his huge erection, a contorted look of crazed desire on his face.

"Oh, God," Midge hissed as the spectacle hit her square in the face. "Oh, my God!" But before she could do anything, Dick was standing in front of her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the room.

She was unable to protest and make any move to stop him. She allowed herself to be led like a child and when he started to undress her, she made no move to stop him. Her clothes were off in a matter of moments, but she did not care anymore. The sudden shock had killed all but the tiny quiver that suddenly rippled between her legs. She could not take her eyes off the two bodies coupled on the floor, fucking furiously at each other. Suddenly, Dick stood in front of her, his huge erection pointing straight at her like some menacing tool of torture and her eyes glazed over smokily as the lewd sensation of desire shot through her like a thunderbolt.

He led her further into the room until they stood directly in front of Robert and Connie. Robert looked up, and never stopping his relentless stroking into Connie, said, "Show the man a good time, Midge. But then I guess you're used to that, already!" And he returned his attention to Connie.