F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

"N-No! No! Stan w-wouldn't…?! It's not possible!"

"Well… I guess you don't know your husband… just like I don't know my wife… but it's a fact… and I want you to see for yourself!"

"I–I… couldn't watch… him!" she moaned, knowing that her heart would break… if she actually had to watch her husband make love to another woman.

"That's beside the point!" Harry Williams was grim. "… But something's got to be done about them! They can't go around… behind our backs… fucking each other… without somebody paying the piper!"

"Oh, G-God!" Her mind visualized separation… divorce… lawyers asking probing questions, the judge sitting implacably… finally giving his decision… property divided… and she was glad of only one thing, as her mind raced, whiningly: W-We… don't have a-any children… yet… Thank God…!

"So… come with me God damn it! You're going to see for yourself exactly what I saw and we can't waste any time getting there because they might be finished… the way they were going at it!" Harry growled.

Lois, in her dazed state of mind, allowed Harry Williams to put her in his car. She knew it was something she didn't really want to do. Nothing could be gained… but there was that inkling of doubt… that necessity to see for herself… not that she disbelieved Harry — the man seemed to be so sincere, concerned… agitated at his wife's behavior — but if she did see it… it would dispel her indecision. She would be in a better position to make a judgment… like the legendary Missourian who had to be shown… first.

Rapidly, Harry Williams drove up the road to the spot where he had found his car parked earlier. He pulled the car off the road, helped Lois out, then holding her hand, he struck off through the brush, to the left of the road, above the stream bed. Lois shrank back, complaining, "The underbrush'll ruin my clothes!"

"Hell… that's not important… compared to what else is being ruined… by them!" He pulled her roughly along, behind him. "It's only a little ways… anyway!"

True to his word, after they had gone less than fifty yards through the underbrush, they came to the tree-line on the bank, above the stream. Harry used his binoculars to scan the area. Stan and Lois were below on the sand a little further downstream than he had thought they would be. It was a perfect scene!

"Here!" he grunted, handing Lois the high-powered glasses. "Just step up on this log… and take a look… right down there… to the left!" He pointed out the spot.

Her trembling hands accepted the binoculars, and she trained them on the prone figures, below. She couldn't control her involuntary gasp. It was Stan… and Vivian Williams lay on her back, legs splayed, obscenely, as she cradled Lois' husband between them, his hips rising and falling, rhythmically, driving his hardened penis deep into her vaginal passage.

Lewdly, smiling to himself, Harry watched as the expressions on her face changed from disbelief to acceptance of the fact… followed by helpless anger… and despair.

"Believe it, now?" he chortled. "Those glasses put you right down there… to where you can actually see that big cock of your husband's going right up Vivian's fucking cunt… don't they?"

Lois was annoyed by his language, but she held her tongue from comment, answering, shakily, "Y-Yes… I can see… everything… real clear!"

"Take a good, long look… Lois! You'll want to remember exactly what you're seeing…!"

"I–I've seen… enough!" she mumbled, handing the glasses back to Harry Williams. She stepped down off the log and sat down on it numbly. I'll remember it! I'll remember this… for the rest of my life…! But, I can't believe it… or understand it! Why would Stan… want to make love… No! Why would he want to… fuck… another woman… like that? Fuck's the right word… because… he's doing it like an animal… out here in the wilderness… just the way Harry described it.

The thing she couldn't really understand was why Stan had been avoiding making love to her… but was doing it with such obvious relish with Vivian Williams. Why? Oh, why? Tears glistened in her deep, china-blue eyes. There was an aching, empty hollowness in her… where her loving heart used to be. It wasn't true, she decided, that people's hearts were broken they were just crushed and strangled, inside until there was nothing left… but a great, empty void of nothingness.

Suddenly, she leaped to her feet and ran, blindly, through the underbrush, the way they had come. The branches caught at her clothing, ripping her dress, snagging her stockings, as well as tearing, cruelly, at her flesh, lashing her legs and arms, searing her body with deep scratches.

"What the hell!" Harry plunged after her and caught her within ten yards. He held her struggling body close in his arms. "Take it easy… damn it! You'll hurt yourself!"

His big hands stroked her body, caressingly, and he crooned to her, "It's not worth it… to go tearing through the brush that way. It won't solve anything! We'll go have a drink together… and do some thinking about what we want to do… next!"

She sobbed against his shoulder, inconsolably, for a few moments, as he continued to knead and massage the lush contours of her beautifully put together body, barely able to control his lust for her. Damn! I'd like to lay her down and screw her… right here… but this isn't the right place… or the right time, yet!

Finally, the first storm of her emotional upheaval was past. She dried her eyes against his shirt and said, "Please… take m-me… back, now…!"

Still dazed… and definitely not thinking straight, yet, Lois followed the big man back to his car and got into it. He drove straight back to his trailer, leading her, unresistingly, inside and fixing a strong, double bourbon and water for her. She gulped a quarter of it down, quickly. It calmed her. All of her emotion had been expended, for the moment, leaving a smoldering anger.

"Damn him!" she breathed, finally, choosing the only word that expressed her feelings exactly. "… And damn her… for leading him into it!" She was remembering: This morning… Vivian was paying an awful lot of attention… t-to Stan rubbing up against him… posing for him and doing all the things a woman would do to hook a man…! And… he finally fell for it! She slugged down another big gulp of the whiskey.

"I don't know… about you!" Harry said. "… But I feel they've played a miserable trick on us… and it'd serve them right… if we gave them tit for tat!"

"What do you mean by that?" Lois was wary. She had been feeling ill at ease… ever since Harry had held her close. She had felt the warmth of his loins against hers and the throbbing of a growing bulge in his pants. My God! He was getting an… erection…! And, the way his hands were roaming around… means h-he wants… m-me… wants to… d-do the same thing! She knew the answer… already!

Harry lounged, easily, took a healthy swallow of his drink and smiled, lewdly, at her, "Well… my wife… and your husband are out there fucking hell out of each other… and I'd like to pay them off… an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth… and a fuck for a fuck! That'd make us even!"

"That's a… cr-crazy idea!" she flared, full of indignation at his suggestion. "I'd never do that!"

"No… but Stan's doing it! What's fair for the gander… is fair for the goose… isn't it?"

It was preposterous… but suddenly, Lois knew that watching Stan and Harry Williams' wife, Vivian, there in the stream bed had worked on her, insidiously. The glowing warmth in her loins warned her of mounting sexual arousal. She was more sure of it, when she realized that there was a copious amount of exuded moisture… down there… between the petals of her vaginal opening. Somehow, her concentrated thinking about trying to lure her husband to bed… then seeing him, through the binoculars fucking Harry's wife, which caused her so much pain and anger, subtly, almost insidiously, to produce a sexual need in her… a need that was increasing with every passing moment. Desperately, she tried to deny it. No! I won't! I won't give in… to myself… or him! It's wrong… even if Stan is cheating on me!