Chapter 4

The drive from Seattle was beautiful and relaxing, and Adie sat next to Bob Mason with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well for her, for Jack, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of her bubbling enthusiasm. Mason smiled and drove the Continental with one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.

Occasionally Mason would add something, but only to praise Jack, and this made Adie all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him. The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Adie was at the very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of them had met just the finest of people, the Masons...

Shortly after they passed through the Suburbs Mason said: "Reach in the back, Adie, and open the ice chest, will you?"

Adie turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container balanced on the rear seat. Mason watched her as she moved, her legs stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her, as she swivelled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned, and Mason gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat, exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Bob?"

"Open it and see, Adie." He brought his vision back to the highway, his tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Jack would have thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."

Adie laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an unconscious way. "You're probably right about Jack. I don't think he'd remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken over everything."

Mason chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is a success. Which I'm sure it will be."

Adie started to turn around again, but Mason stopped her, placing a hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Adie?"

She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly - hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she felt perfectly safe with him in the car... but still a faint, swiftly passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze, shivering slightly.

The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the menace her intuition warned her it was, Mason placed it back on the steering wheel.

"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.

It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around to face front again.

"What's this, Bob?"

"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason... ," he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.

She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its contents. "What is it?"

"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open, frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I remembered."

"Remembered?" For a moment Adie didn't understand, and then she recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Danton party. "Oh, you mean - " She had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink. In fact, about the only one I really like."

"Have some, then," he urged.

"I don't know... it's too early in the day."

"Go ahead. There's plenty."

Adie poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did, a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous. "Mmmmm. This is good, Bob," she enthused.

"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.

Well, now, Adie thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-in movie when she was in her freshman year of college, and the six-packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ, standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open fly - and the first time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her virginity. But close, so close...

Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her buttocks into the cushion, "Here's to Jack," she said.

"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Adie. Everything."

She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it - she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Mason had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.

By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh, is that the cabin? It's lovely!"

Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace, making not a sound.

Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned...

Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin. "They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."

"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin.

"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"

Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.

Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But Bob, I -"

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Sue Mason's!

"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh... !"

Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility - but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.

"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"

"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me." There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man - no longer just a man, but her Jack, her husband! - turned to do as bid.

Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting broadness of Mason's chest.

"Oh, no... no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"

What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.

Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.

Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. "It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."

She shuddered. "They're acting like... animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. And now he was doing that to another woman...

Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.

Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"

"No," he said.

"But you can't... that's your wife, and... we must stop them!" Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.

"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed about this."

"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"

Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."

Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would...

They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking...

Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.