Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"Maybe you're right. Maybe Bill would understand everything," he teased. "But, somehow, I don't think you're going to tell him."

"And why shouldn't I tell him? What makes you think I won't tell him?" Laura said confidently, feeling that somehow she now had the advantage.

"I don't think you'll tell him because if you do, I'll wreck his career forever, that's why." George's voice was still deathly calm, and it made Laura suddenly very uneasy.

"You couldn't. You have no way…"

"Oh, don't I?" George got up now from where he was sitting, and moved so that his back was facing the fireplace, and his eyes danced over Laura's tear-streaked face like a cat playing with his prey. And then, very, very softly, he asked: "Does the name Ferguson mean anything to you?"

Laura felt the room swirl just momentarily as she heard the name, and tried desperately to compose her face into some semblance of control.

"No… no, it doesn't!"

"Then perhaps Coast Financing might jog your memory." George waited patiently as Laura tried to say something. "Oh, come now, Laura… it wasn't so very long ago."

The trapped young wife's eyes never left her neighbor's as she sank down on the sofa. There was no use trying to hide anything. It was obvious that George Farrington somehow, unbelievably, knew everything.

"How… How do you know this?" Laura murmured almost silently.

"Pure chance, actually. Had a friend of mine down for the weekend a few weeks ago. His name is Matthews… lives in San Francisco. You've lived in San Francisco, too, I believe?" George didn't wait for an answer. "Well, Matthews and I just happened to be talking one evening… oh, he's the president of a finance company in San Francisco, in case you're interested… and I happened to mention that I had some neighbors who'd just moved from San Francisco, name of Wilson… Bill Wilson. Well, the name was familiar to my friend, believe it or not…" George came closer to Laura, and looked down on her pitilessly, "… and that's how I know your husband's an embezzler, sweet lady."

"He's not!" Laura cried out, cupping her face in her hands. "He's not!"

"Maybe not. But will his present employer think that?"

Laura could not comprehend the full impact of what was happening to her: her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress, whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, and she was surprised to find that she wasn't as frightened of that fact, as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.

"Do you think you can afford to tell Bill now? I don't think so, Laura. No, you are going to do everything I tell you, baby, and without delay. If not, Bill will suddenly find it very hot here in Oak Park."

"George…" she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Abby? She'll find out sooner or later."

"You still haven't caught on, have you?" George laughed. "Abby knows all about this tonight. Do you think she could get a headache after spending half the day getting ready to go out with us? Not on your life! She was out getting herself screwed half silly, just like you. The only difference is, she'll probably never see him again. But I plan to see a great deal of you."

Laura sat motionless as her neighbor lowered himself to the couch beside her. To her horror she also felt a familiar tingling between her locked thighs, a tingling she knew now had come only from the insidious drug she'd been given.

George continued. "I'm going to see a lot more of you, starting now."

"What do you mean?" the distraught young woman asked, between the soft sobs that were beginning to come from her throat. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind of man she had thought, still clouded her mental senses and she could not quite grasp what he wanted.

"You're not stupid, Laura. Figure it out for yourself."

"You don't mean that you expect me to continue…"

"Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did, probably more. We can continue for a long time, with no annoyances from your husband. His past mistake has become our good fortune. He can't object, and for that matter, neither can you… You're trembling. Are you afraid?"

Laura could not answer. Her voice was caught in her throat, and though she felt the heat from the roaring fireplace, her abused body shivered all over with tiny chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to this horrible monster once. But the thought of making love with him a second time moved another uncontrollable shudder through her helpless body.

"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours, baby, and right now," George said, grinning lewdly and looking down at Laura's unconsciously exposed knees. "We're going up stairs, to bed. There's enough aphrodisiac in the two cups that we've had to keep us going all night."

Laura recoiled at his words, realizing fully for the first time what he was saying. She really had been drugged! All of this had been so premeditated that every detail had been taken care of. Laura realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of a drug, a horrible drug that took her control away. Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion the whole evening. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying earlier, so intriguing.

"Let's go," George continued, "I don't like to waste time. We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that? I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"

Again the deliberate coarseness of his words caused Laura to gasp, and yet she knew at the same time that he had a hold on her she couldn't possibly break out of. If she didn't give in to his obscene desires, she knew that he could, and would, go to Bill's boss and ruin all their chances for continuing the wonderful life they'd managed to build for themselves in Oak Park. The worst part of it was that if anyone at Bill's meeting in Dallas knew about his past, their life could be ruined just as effectively. So that while Laura had no choice but to give herself to her lustfully scheming neighbor, in order to keep him silent, she knew full well that it might be to no avail: that Bill might come home and tell her that they'd been discovered anyway. And yet there was nothing she could do! She had to submit to George Farrington on the chance that Bill came back from Dallas undiscovered.

Laura was helpless as George Farrington pulled her from the sofa, turned her around, and unfastened the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties were in her purse, where she had put them after they had finished in the car and now she was completely naked as the flaming warmth of the fire licked over the sensitive nerve-endings of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her soft-ripe nipples rose quickly at the sudden exposure to the air, but she stared straight ahead as in a trance as he surveyed her luscious body. In spite of her immobility, she couldn't ignore the unwanted feelings of arousal that were being born of the horrible drug she had unwittingly taken, and she seemed to sense the physical presence of her neighbor's eyes as they traveled over the whiteness of her nakedly exposed body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.

George undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him, his huge penis stiffening now, and swaying lewdly as he stepped toward her. That was the massive organ which had given her so much before, she thought dazedly, and now, it didn't seem to be what she wanted at all. But her body knew differently. A faint dampness began to swell in her velvet-soft vagina, moistening the dark warm passage and softening the already trembling lips of her silken cunt.