Allen Chase - The mirrored den

Bob almost leaped out of his skin. A door opened, cutting a block rectangle in the thigh of the girl on one wall and people came into the room! He started to struggle up, taking Mona with him.

Mona shushed him and forced him down on his back, leaning over him with a lewd smile. "It's all right. Just some people come to join the show," she whispered, leaning way over him so that her breast burst free from the dress and he saw her nipple taut and dark in the flickering light and he saw shadows move, saw couples sink on couches and he looked in the ceiling mirror and saw naked thighs and breasts as bodies writhed and almost blended with the action in the movies on all the walls.

Mona began moving up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm as she undid his tie and shirt and slowly helped him out of some of his clothes as he turned his attention back to the movie on the fourth wall. He looked just as the man's head moved forward toward the moist pink slit he was parting with his thumbs and fingers. There was a profile view now of his face and the girl's vagina with the tiny, reddish clitoris still quivering from her undulating and restless excitement. The man's tongue snaked out and the tip swiped slowly across the throbbing flesh sending the now-wet bud into a jerking hardness that brought groans of delight from those watching in the room.

Bob looked up in the mirror to see Mona rising and falling over his spread eagle body and he saw a naked blonde sprawled obscenely on another couch smile back at him in the mirror and he wondered if she were real or another movie? It didn't matter, nothing mattered as he felt his testicles swelling with a huge pool of cum and he turned his attention back to the fourth wall.

The man teased the cunt wetly for a moment with his tongue running up and down the full length of the widely spread slit bringing contorted and uncontrollable expressions of joy to the girl's face that could now be seen in the camera. The girl wrapped her hands in the man's thick black hair and the muscle's in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face forward with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against his face as he sunk his tongue with a sudden lizard-like thrust deep into the tightness of her clasping cunt. She was now a raw quivering mass of desire and writhed and twisted like a slow moving belly dancer under the man's hot probing tongue.

Bob's hands pawed at her black cocktail dress and he, helped her out of it, Mona pulling it over her head as her pure round white breasts burst free with the nipples tight and pointing upwards. Brazenly, she cupped them in her hands as she looked around the room from astride Bob's cock like she was nakedly riding some young charger that bucked out of control under her.

Bob seized her hips in his hands and squeezed as he flung his head from side to side and began fucking up into her. This was going to be some night. To hell with Carol and any one woman again! To hell with Mona and Leo! For once in his life he was going to act full-out and the devil take the consequences. He was going to fuck his way through an orgy and be responsible later. With a wild, elating glee, he realized he didn't have to be responsible! That was the beauty of it! That was what was so hot and wild about Mona!

His lingers dug possessively into her naked flesh as he grinned up at her in a wild and barbarous way.

"I don't believe you!" Carol was defiant, trembling, the words spilling out. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she seemed to be seeing Leo through a goldfish bowl as the tears spilled over and coursed down her cheeks. She stood near the door, her fists clenched white. "Bob would never do a thing like that, never!"

"I have proof," Leo said in a deadly calm voice as he tried to conceal the pleasure he was feeling as he watched Carol wiggling on the hook, ready to be reeled in. "You're no fool, Carol," he said as he laid his portable tape recorder on the coffee table and motioned for her to sit down. From outside, around the pool came the faint and fading noise of the party that was going on. "I thought I could spare you this but I guess there's no way. I've suspected my wife for some time and I've taken the precaution of having her watched when I'm out of town on… business. I won't say anymore, I'll let the tape tell you the story."

Carol sat down again on the edge of the chair, wiping her eyes on a handkerchief that was silently offered by Leo. She licked her lips and looked at the small tape recorder apprehensively as Leo pressed a button and sat back in his chair, never taking his eyes from her face.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the soft sibilant rustling of sheets as bodies thrashed around.

Then she heard a female voice say, "Mmmmmm I like my men well built." There was the tingle of ice and the splashing of soda water. The woman's voice asked, "You like me, don't you?"

"Yeah."

Carol grew rigid in the chair. The voice did sound like Bob's, unmistakably like his baritone pitch.

"You like my body?" came the female whisper over the tape recorder. "You like my body?" the voice insisted.

"Yeah."

It was as if Carol reacted to an electric jolt. That had to be Bob.

"Then look!"

There was a long pause in which the tape seemed empty before what she now recognized as Mona McKern's voice laughed and asked, "Doesn't your wife greet you like that every night? I thought all wives did that."

Carol closed her eyes and set her jaw as Mona's voice came in a whisper from the tape. "I wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."

"Me too."

Again her body reacted as if shocked. It so clearly Bob's voice.

"Does she undress you?"

"Who?"

"Your wife, does she undress you?"

"Huh? No. She…"

The knuckles on Carol's fists were white as she fought for self-control. Leo had never taken his eyes from her face and still kept his gaze on her, watching her every movement as he leaned forward to click the recorder off. He sat back in his chair and took out a cigarette. "Heard enough?" he asked in his direct rough way.

Carol shook her head like she was trying desperately to wake up from a bad nightmare. "No, it's some trick! You got his voice and put it with your wife's. It's some kind of trick. Bob would never do that!" She looked at him with wild desperation in her eyes. She had to believe that.

Leo smiled at her for a moment, a long moment before speaking. When he spoke his voice was low and calm. It was so low she had to strain to hear him.

"Now I'm going to tell you a few facts of life. You're all alone in this world. We all are baby. It's all up to you what you make out of it. Don't blame anybody else. You can't really trust anybody. Putting your trust in somebody is too big a responsibility to ask. Now I thought rd spare you some pain but I see that reality is going to come hard to you. Now you're going to hear more." He leaned forward and snapped the machine on and the spools started slowly turning once again.

"God you're beautiful naked."

Carol closed her eyes in despair. No matter what, it was his voice and it was her husband saying it.

"You're not bad yourself. In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."

"I'm not all that young, I'm almost as old as you."

Carol sat listening to her husband's voice with that of Mona McKern and sensed the realness of the tape for they sounded like they were in a bedroom and naked. She heard all the words and they seemed to scald her skin.

"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?"

"Enough."

It seemed that all her confidence and belief and ego was stripped away and she caught her breath as she heard Mona ask, "Is your wife hot?"