Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

He said then, "We shall leave you now. I wish you all pleasant happiness for the evening." He took the girl's hand again. "Come, Barbara, dear." She obeyed and together they walked to the door, and left the room.

Val whispered into Patty's ear, "He does that every time, kisses Barbara's boob that way. It has some kind of symbolic meaning in this Meditative Transmigration sect he belongs to."

"Mmmmm," Patty answered.

"We're supposed to do the same thing," Val said, breathing into her ear.

Patty nodded. How nice! she thought. Such a lovely gesture! She saw that Frank Harrel, across from her, was unbuttoning Marcia's garment, removing one of her slender, firm breasts and cupping it for a moment, as Renault had done with Barbara's, then took the rigid nipple between his teeth. Patty turned toward Val as he raised his left hand to her bosom, his right still working gently, wonderfully, between her legs, in her strongly excited cunt. Nimbly, he unbuttoned her dress, slid his hand around behind her and unhooked her bra with deft fingers. Then her breast was free and in his hand and he was lowering his head, taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it, kissing it, running his tongue around it.

Oh God, it felt so wonderful, she didn't want him to stop! She gave herself up completely to the sensual arousal which was rapidly overtaking her being, staring across at Frank Harrel and Marcia. The man called Frank had bared both of Marcia's breasts now, and was alternately moving between them, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. Patty saw, dimly, that Marcia's hand was on his fly, stroking gently the long thick bulge which showed there.

Val took his lips from Patty's nipple and whispered against her ear, still cupping the white succulent globe in his hand, “You have wonderful breasts, Patty. So soft and warm, and the nipples are delicious.”

She leaned hard against him, her brain swirling now with a soft, easy motion. She felt so unbelievably fabulous; she loved everybody in the whole world and especially Val Robbins, this strange perfect man who had kissed her breast and was playing so sensuously down between her open legs. It wasn't wrong that he was touching her and fondling her so intimately, no it wasn't wrong at all it was right, so right…

Larry!

Her husband's name popped through the drug haze in her brain then, and suddenly everything wasn't right any more. No, no, no! a warning bell chimed in her mind. You mustn't let this strange man touch you that way any more! You're married, a married woman in spite of all that's happened since yesterday. You can't allow any more subjugation of yourself, certainly can't passively allow your private parts to be touched by this stranger until the arousal you feel consumes your body completely and you end up allowing him to put his penis inside your vagina, to spew forth his sperm into your belly like your husband's own father did such a short time ago.

She pulled away from Val's hands suddenly, in a convulsive movement that slipped her breast free of his grasp, slipped his hand away from her lewdly excited cunt and out from beneath her skirt. She tried frantically to button her dress, succeeded in getting one of the buttons fastened.

Val was staring at her. "What's the matter, Patty?"

"Nothing, nothing!" she returned. She liked Val very much; he had been so nice to her, but she just didn't want him to touch her any more. "I… I feel like I need some fresh air.”

“Yes, I… I want to walk in the garden for awhile.”

Val thought to himself; Damn it, she's having some second thoughts, probably about her old man. I figured the pot to drive them all away. Well, she's still turned on, no doubt about that, and if I'm patient I'll still score, I'll still get into that warm, sweet pussy I've been playing…

He smiled gently at her. "I understand, honey," he said. "I'll walk with you. All right, Patty?"

"Yes," she responded slowly. "Yes, Val." She allowed him to take her hand, help her to her feet as he too rose. He put his arm about her waist, and she leaned gratefully against him, he was so nice, so kind, he just couldn't touch her any more, that was all, and together they went to the French doors. Val opened them and they stepped out into the balmy night, onto the patio there. They walked along a path through the oleanders and shrubbery, walking slowly.

Some of the marijuana fog seemed to lift from Patty's brain, but not enough so that she didn't enjoy the pressure of Val's strong arm around her waist, the comforting masculinity of his muscular body against hers. They walked for several minutes, and then Val stopped and turned toward her. He raised his hands to cup her face, looking tenderly into her eyes, and his face in the moonlight was so soft and kind… He kissed her then, gently, touching her lips with the tip of his tongue but not forcing it between them. Should she stop him from doing this too? she wondered dimly, but no a kiss was all right, his lips tasted so sweet and his tongue was so warm… no, this was all right just as long as he didn't.

"Are you feeling better now, Honey?" he asked her.

"Yes, Val, oh yes…" She clung to him, feeling the unwanted arousal begin to course through her again, feeling her nipples harden into diamond chips and her vagina begin to secrete lubricant once again. But it's wrong, wrong to feel this way while you're gone, Larry, Larry… no, it isn't really wrong when it feels so good… confused, I'm so confused…

"Let's go back to the house now, Patty," Val said soothingly. "Come on along."

"Yes," the young dazed girl answered, still confused and uncertain about anything. She leaned against him as he took her arm and led her back along the path.

They reached the patio and started toward the French doors. The moonlight shone through the glass, and Patty could see clearly inside. What she saw there made her stop abruptly, staring, clutching at Val's arm. "Oh God, Val, Marcia and Frank are…!” She stopped, swallowing hard, turning her face up to his.

"Yes," Val answered slowly. "I see them, Patty. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Beautiful?"

"Yes. Nudity and lovemaking are beautiful, don't you think?" His voice was soothing and intoning, almost hypnotic. "Soft and warm and beautiful, Patty."

"Yes…" She stared inside, listening as Val droned on behind her, telling her how wonderful the sight was, how beautiful, and as she continued to watch dazedly the actions of her married girl friend, Marcia and Frank Harrel on the study floor, she knew in her still fogged brain that the man behind her was right, that it was everything he was saying it was.

She could feel her juices flowing faster and faster as she walked forward trance like to the French doors, Val came up behind her, whispering, telling her to watch the beauty within, to get onto her knees and watch through the glass. She obeyed, sinking onto her knees on the cold patio tile, cupping her hands to her eyes as she stared through rising passion at the nakedly entwined couple ten feet away…

Marcia lay spread-eagled on the cushions, completely naked, and Frank Harrel knelt between her widely spread legs. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, up and down her slender body, moistly sucking her heaving breasts and raising her nipples to cement hardness, then tracing a hot path down along the writhing flatness of her stomach while she rolled her head back and forth ecstatically, abandonedly.

Then Harrel dipped lower, scooting his legs back so that his face hung greedily over her nude thighs and pussy, and then he moved downward, his tongue sticking straight out like the beak of a giant predatory hawk, eager to dine on the tender hungry cunt squirming below. Marcia writhed beneath his flicking caress, her hand tangling in his long, black hair as she pulled his lips to her open vagina like a woman possessed…