Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

"I think I'd like that."

"I'll bet you would," he replied wearily.

They went downstairs, had another drink, and then had a four-way fuck on the living room floor. Watching Lisa fuck Bob while she sucked him and he ate Shirley, cemented the idea Ken already had formed.

Just before they left that night, he managed to get Lisa alone long enough to arrange a luncheon date the next day.

They met at noon in the dark corner of a little restaurant.

"What do you want out of life, Lisa?"

"Lost of kicks… fun," she replied.

"So do I… but what do you call kicks and fun?"

"Money and sex," she said, and then laughed. "I'll probably turn out to be a high-priced hooker."

"There's an easier way," Ken said, and then explained his plan.

Shirley moved out that afternoon and Lisa moved in. They swung for the rest of the year until they both graduated, and then they got married.

Corbin and Roberts was the best in town. When Lisa got done with the two old fools, Ken was the head of their production staff. And within three years he had his own agency and they were well on their way to becoming a very wealthy young couple.

All they needed was one big, million-dollar contract… and Milt Harris could provide that.

Something in Harris' tone drew Ken back to the present.

"I'm sorry, Milt," he said. "My mind must have been wandering. What did you say?"

"I said that I was sorry."

"About what?"

"About not being able to give you the contract."

"But… but I thought it was in the bag. I've already hired a whole new creative staff just for your project. I've spent thousands an research!"

"Well, that's too bad, Ken, but I can't help it," Harris said. "I just don't like your approach to the campaign, and your budget is far too high."

You son of a bitch, Ken thought, you cock-sucker. You fuck the hell out of my wife and you don't even have enough guilt about it to stick to your word.

Ken was sweating. His whole future depended on landing the contract from Harris' company. If he didn't get it, it could very well break him.

"Isn't there some way we can get together on this, Milt?"

A strange light came into the man's dark eyes. It was a penetrating, evil look that Ken hadn't seen there before. Then he spoke and his voice had the same ominous quality.

"Tell you what, Ken. I'd be more than willing to talk it over some more. Why don't you and Lisa come up to my mountain place over the weekend. You can meet my wife, and maybe we can get together… on this, I mean." He leered as his fingers tapped the briefcase in his lap.

When Lisa arrived at Connie's apartment, Connie was all ready for her.

She was dressed in a sheer robe of pale blue material which accentuated the whiteness of her skin. As she stood in the open door smiling, Lisa let her eyes roam down the length of her body.

"Lisa, darling." The woman's voice was soft and smooth. Lisa could see naked flesh through that robe and she could hear lust behind the quiet of that voice. It made her tremble, but she tried to bide it.

"Hello, Connie. May I come in?"

"Of course, darling. What a silly question." She stood aside and took Lisa's hand, drawing her gently into the apartment. The door closed with a click.

"I didn't know if you'd be alone or not," Lisa said.

Connie laughed softly as she took Lisa's coat. "This evening, for a change, I'm quite free. I'm so happy to see you, Lee."

The nickname stirred something very deep inside Lisa. Connie was the only person who ever called her Lee, and the name was special and very private.

"I'm even happier to see you," she said. "I needed very much to see you tonight."

"Did you?" Connie led her across the living room to a couch, made her sit, then went to a sideboard and began mixing a pair of drinks. "Was there some special reason, darling, or was it just…" She let the sentence finish itself.

Lisa leaned back on the couch and relaxed. "Nothing really special," she said. "Same old thing."

"Ken?"

"Yes… and a man named Harris. He has a huge contract, and we're trying to get it."

"And this Harris insisted on staying the night?" Connie asked.

"Yes. And this morning he woke up ready to come, instead of ready to go away. He simply wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Ah, yes," Connie said sympathetically. "One of those. Did you oblige him?"

Lisa nodded. "It was the only way to get rid of him."

"Well, sometimes that's the wisest course. After all, darling, merely lying there and letting him have one final fling at that sweet pussy of yours isn't too big a price to pay for the kind of stakes you and Ken play for."

"He didn't want to fuck me," Lisa said.

"You mean."

Lisa nodded.

"Jesus… a blow-job in the morning," Connie said. "Even I won't do that."

"I used to love to suck cock. But now…"

"Now that you found out about pussy," Connie said, smiling.

Lisa nodded. "It isn't so much that I mind that anymore. They all seem to want it, and you can get used to anything after a while." She shivered slightly. "But first thing in the morning… before I could even have a cup of coffee or a cigarette."

"Poor baby," Connie said, and her voice was suddenly very close. Lisa opened her eyes and found the woman standing over her, with a drink in each hand. "Take a long swallow of this, Lee. It'll help."

Lisa accepted the glass and sipped at it. As usual, Connie had mixed the drink just the way Lisa liked it. She was such a thoughtful woman, so tender and sweet. No wonder the world of men seemed so repulsive beside gentle, feminine Connie.

The woman sat down beside Lisa and lit cigarettes for them both. "Have a smoke, darling, and a few drinks. Try to relax and forget this morning. You're with me now."

"Yes," Lisa said.

Connie sipped her drink, then set it down carefully on the table in front of the couch. Her hand went to Lisa's shoulder. "You feel so tense, Lee. I wish you'd relax."

"I'll be all right in a few minutes, Connie. Give me time."

The woman's hand drifted from the shoulder and descended to settle lightly over Lisa's tit.

Lisa stiffened.

"Lee, darling… what is it?"

"My breasts," Lisa replied. "He hurt them."

"Oh, God… how awful! What a beast he must have been to hurt such a sweet and lovely little girl. Here…" Her hands slipped under Lisa's arms and around her back, looking for the zipper tab. "Let's see if we can't get you a bit more comfortable. I'm sure all this clothing isn't helping you feel any better."

Lisa arched her torso and allowed her dress to be drawn from her arms and down to her waist.

Connie's fingers were very gentle as they sought around back again, finding and undoing the clasp of her bra.

The cups lifted away, and Lisa felt herself swing free. It was a lovely sensation.

"There," Connie said. "Isn't that better?"

"Much better," Lisa replied, smiling. "Now let me see what he did to you." She bent her head and peered closely at Lisa's naked breasts. "Oh, sweetheart! You poor darling!"

"He… he pulled me," Lisa said. "It hurt so much."

"The animal!" Connie's voice was suddenly very tense with anger. "Didn't he know how much… men are so stupid and coarse sometimes!"

"It still hurts," Lisa said.

"Do you think I could help make it better, darling?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? You look so sore… are you certain I won't just make the soreness worse?"

Lisa smiled dreamily. "Nothing you could do would ever hurt me, Connie."

"My darling."

"Make it better," Lisa said. Her voice was a whisper.

Connie's hand touched the bare flesh just above Lisa's waist. Slowly the hand climbed until it rested flat under one breast. Lisa watched through half-closed eyes as Connie leaned forward, as her soft and knowing lips puckered.