Chapter 21

Whimpering quietly around the four fifty pound notes that were still residing in her mouth, Pat's head rocked from side to side as her deeply tanned and naked body - apart from her high heeled evening shoes that were still in place on her dainty feet - was wracked with pleasure as the young man she'd met on the flight out to Zambia continued to toy with her pussy using his tongue. Watching the activity from the chair she was bound to with thick rope, the man's wife looked on in disbelief for Andrew had never shown even the slightest interest in doing anything like that to her! Wishing that she could call out and ask what he thought he was up to, Elizabeth knew that she could not for the knickers that had been recently worn by the woman on the bed were now filling Elizabeth's mouth and were being held securely in place by one of Andrew's socks. A mixture of emotions poured through Elizabeth for, on the one hand, she was furious at both her husband and with Pat for this very open and obvious cuckolding of her... but on the other was the humiliation that came with both her situation of being tied to the chair in only her panties, stockings, suspender belt and shoes along with her being so obviously duped by her husband of only one day. And yet this humiliation was making her sexually aroused and, tearing her eyes away from the sight before her on the bed, she glanced at her own knickers to see, with disbelieving eyes, a small shiny stain appearing there against the silk front panel.

Elizabeth's husband, Andrew, was, in the meantime, enjoying himself enormously, his cock rampant inside his boxer shorts, as he tongued this woman whom he'd persuaded to sell her body to him for a measly two hundred pounds! He wondered just how she'd feel about herself in the morning - not that he really cared, but it would be interesting to know since this prostitution of her body was clearly a first for her. Pat's moans were music to his ears as they increased in both intensity and volume. Then, oddly, he heard a second voice starting to moan along too. Startled and intrigued, Andrew quit what he was doing and, pulling away from Pat's dripping pussy, he looked over his shoulder and was shocked to see his wife lolling as far back as she could in the chair, her knees spread wide, her eyes now closed as her head rocked back and forth with a nodding action. Sliding off the bed and leaving a disgruntled Pat behind, Andrew crossed over to his wife where he slipped his hand down the front of her panties only to discover that she was as dripping wet as the girl he'd been tonguing.

"Come back to bed," Pat pleaded from across the room having spat out the money now laid at her side.

"In a moment," Andrew replied as his wife's eyes begged him to stay with her. In an effort to buy himself some thinking time, Andrew slowly removed all his clothing save for his shorts which were now displaying a massive tent in their front. Should he take his wife or the eager slut on the bed? Really, there was no contest he well knew since his wife would still be with him tomorrow while Pat would not. Turning his back on Elizabeth, Andrew returned to where the brunette was lolling, her shapely legs enticingly spread wide for his delectation. This time Andrew abandoned his efforts at tonguing her and simply lay at her side. Reaching over, he placed one hand on each of her tanned breasts and cupped them as her complimented her upon their perfection.

"Thank you, Andrew," Pat simpered as she, in turn, slipped a hand into his shorts where she grasped his hard on.

"No! Don't!" yelled a startled Andrew.

"Why ever not?" smirked Pat as she pulled gently at his member. "You're not shy are you?"

"Because... oh, shit, too late!" groaned Andrew as his balls spasmed and shot his cum straight into his boxers while Pat looked shocked and removed her hand from inside his pants.

"I'm sorry," the stewardess muttered and, in her chair, Elizabeth laughed silently to herself as she realised what had happened despite being unable to see much detail for she knew her husband's little problem well from previous personal experience.

"Don't be sorry - I've enjoyed myself anyway," Andrew said as he tried to cover his embarrassment. "And that's what I paid you for. Anyway, you'd best go now..."

"Yes, I think you're right," replied Pat as she slipped off the bed before quickly pulling on her suit. "You can keep the knickers," she told Andrew referring to the pair that was currently stuffed into Elizabeth's mouth. "I'll let myself out," she finished as, pausing only to pick up her pay, she headed towards the door.

"Night, Pat," he called out to her vanishing back as she slipped into the corridor and shut the door behind her. Alone at last, Pat burst out laughing as she replayed his total lack of control back in her mind. She'd not seen a man suffer such a bad case of premature ejaculation since she was fourteen and little Jimmy Morris from down the road had squirted his seed all over her stomach - but Jimmy'd had the excuse of being the same, tender age as herself. How could a grown man live with such a problem, she wondered? Still, she had her money and it had been easily earned, so what the hell, she told herself as she set off down the corridor towards her own room several floors below...

Back in the penthouse suite, Andrew stepped out of his sticky boxers before tossing them onto the floor. Turning towards Elizabeth, he briefly wondered what she thought of his performance for, if she was in the slightest amused, then he would make her pay! Of course, with her mouth gagged like that it was always going to be difficult to determine what she was currently thinking...

And Elizabeth was amused... but also wise enough not to let it show so that when Andrew removed his sock and Pat's knickers from her mouth, Elizabeth remained silent. Unfortunately for her, Andrew had now decided that it would be wise for him to play safe with regard to tormenting his wife anyway so, picking up his boxers again, he turned them inside out and, pushing them messy side first into his wife's face, began rubbing them round and round, coating her features with his rapidly cooling sperm. Once he was satisfied, he stepped back and looked at her. "Enjoy that?" he asked her.

Tartly she responded, "Not as much as you!" before instantly wishing that she'd bitten her tongue instead.

"Congratulations," he said as he smiled coldly down at her. "I was going to release you but now I think I'll make you spend the night there..."

"Oh, Andrew, please - no! I didn't mean it, honest, it just slipped out. I couldn't help it - I'm not thinking clearly - I'm just so randy..."

Glancing meaningfully at the deep coloured stain now covering a large section of his wife's panties, Andrew agreed that it certainly seemed that way. "So, what turned you on most, Liz?"

"Don't call me that, Andrew!" she almost snapped. "My name is Elizabeth!" In her mind she added that only in Master Sam's circles was she known as Liz.

It was such a petty point and Andrew was so taken aback by the venom in his wife's voice that he agreed to this demand. "But what turned you on the most, pet?"

With her eyes turned to the floor, Elizabeth finally whispered that it was the mixture of jealousy and humiliation that she'd felt as he'd played with another in front of her.

"I knew it!" he responded gleefully, "I just knew it! Good job I took Pat's phone number back in London, isn't it? Hee-hee-hee! And now to bed, my precious one! Oh, and if you keep me awake with that whining, nagging voice of yours, I'll be forced to gag you again. I trust that you understand?"

Swallowing and imagining what a lousy night she was in for even without a gag, Elizabeth agreed that she did...

By seven o'clock the next morning, Elizabeth had been awake for hours - not that she'd done any more than doze in the chair anyway. Her arms were sore and there was an ache in her bladder that required urgent attention very soon. Aware that they were due to leave the hotel at nine, she figured that it would be safe to wake her soundly sleeping husband now. Gently calling his name, Elizabeth tried to wake Andrew though it wasn't as easy a task as she'd first hoped and she had to repeat herself several times with slowly increasing volume before he eventually stirred.

"Yeah? Wazzthematter?" he finally slurred as he lifted his head from the pillow.

"It's seven o'clock, Andrew. Time we were moving."

Running his hand through his tousled hair, Andrew tried to get his eyes to unstick and focus. "Did you sleep well, Elizabeth?" he finally asked as he threw back the sheets before his hand reached automatically down towards his groin so that he could give his balls their early morning scratch.

"Andrew? Would you please untie me now? I need the loo..."

"Badly?" he asked, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye.

Sighing at this and easily imagining what it meant for her, Elizabeth agreed that she did need to go badly. "Well, so do I," her husband countered, swinging his legs out of the bed before padding naked towards the bathroom. Much to Elizabeth's discomfort, Andrew didn't even bother to close the door once he was inside the cubicle so she was treated to all the sound effects that a visit to the toilet generated... and with her bursting to go, this did not help her in the slightest! Returning to the lounge, Andrew stood before his wife who was now squirming about in the chair her legs crossed in an effort to hold back the flood just a little longer. Vindictively he stretched, wasting more time, before adding, "My, that's just so much better..."