Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"No, I'll do that later, when I can make sure he's calm, and listening. I don't want him to make any mistakes, you know."

"But you will do that won't you. I mean you won't change your mind the minute I leave?"

"Don't worry about that, Abby," Marge said, crossing the room to stand by her husband. "I'll be here to make sure everything is taken care of. For some reason, I'm getting just as excited about this little adventure as you are."

"Yeah, and I know what that reason is, you sexy little voyeur," Marge's husband laughed out loud. "Don't worry, Abby, everything will be taken care of."

"Well, you're both dolls," Abby smiled, taking each of their hands. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, that's what friends are for," Marge said warmly, and, strangely enough, she meant it.

Laura Wilson hesitantly opened the front door to her house, and her heart jumped to her throat. George Farrington was standing outside, his hand raised to knock again, and she stared at the upraised fist in sudden terror.

"Hey, don't be frightened," he said jokingly. "You scared me as much as I did you."

The young wife drew in a deep breath, and stepped aside. She knew that it would do no good to try to keep him out; that until she and Bill figured out some way to thwart him, she would have to remain his unwilling servant. Today was the first time she had heard from him in days, and she had hoped that he might have decided not to do anything more to her. Perhaps he has changed his mind, was all she had been able to think of since that terrible night, though she knew it was not true. That would just not be like her neighbor at all and was just too much to pray for.

"Shall we start with coffee again," George said with a cocky grin as he stepped inside, his words a directive more than a question.

"I don't have the time, George. I have to pick Bill up at the office," Laura lied, trying to stall him off as best she could.

"Now, Laura. I'm picking Bill up in two hours. Should we go in the same car, or did you want to split him?" George laughed. He had told her husband that he would drive him home, in order to make sure that he would be safe and alone with Laura.

"All right," Bill's wife said in defeat, walking dejectedly to the kitchen to heat the coffee. George followed her down the hallway silently, and she wished he would speak. What could he want? she wondered. The only good that had come from her night with George Farrington was that now she and her husband were fighting for something together; but they had no weapons, no defense, and did not really know what they were fighting against. George had not made anything clear and it was up to him to set the battle line: they would be on the defensive until then, no matter what.

And Laura knew, though she would not admit it to herself, that she still had horribly mixed emotions about that fateful night with George Farrington. As she pulled a cup and saucer from the cupboard, she could not rid her mind of the image of George's obscene demands on her body… demands she had complied with.

"I'm not drinking alone," he said, interrupting her thoughts abruptly.

Without protesting, Laura drew another mug from the shelf and turned to face him. He sat at the breakfast table smoking an extra long cigarette, watching her through the fragile smoke ring he had just blown. He took his time to speak.

"Haven't you anything to say?" he asked finally. "You didn't think that I would evaporate, did you? That's one trick I haven't learned yet, but I'm working on it." George was pleased with what he said, considering himself something of a wit, but Laura was unamused.

"Of course not," she said, trying to cover her turbulent emotions. "But, I thought perhaps you had changed your mind. Really, George, if you would think about it…"

"Oh, I've been thinking about it," her neighbor grinned lewdly. "But I've only been making plans, not destroying them. The coffee is ready."

Laura turned to the counter and unplugged the pot, pouring them both a cup. Don't let him put anything in it, she prayed to herself silently. Images of his licentiously naked body still lurked in her mind, urging her to do those things he had forced her to do before. She could not deny that he had made her feel like a complete woman for the first time in her life, but she could not remove the horrible guilt that inked her conscience.

"What kind of plans do you mean," she said hesitantly, hoping to discover what he really wanted. If she only had something definite to tell Bill, then maybe they would have something to fight with. If it was only sex he was thinking of, then she would be in for something more than their first encounter, and Laura wondered silently to herself if she had the strength of will to go through all that soul-destroying shame and humiliation again.

"Plans for all of us," George answered her, taking a sip of the hot black drink. He didn't need to put anything into the cups, knowing by her nervous fidgeting that he wouldn't need the potion this time.

"When I bring Bill home, I'll tell him my plan also. By the way, you haven't told him about the other night, have you?"

"No," Laura lied. "How could I?"

"Good. He doesn't need to know yet." His reply puzzled her. "You won't have to tell him that I was here this afternoon either."

"George, I can't…"

"Of course, you can. We have the time. Take your coat off while I tell you what is going to happen."

Laura had forgotten that she still wore her light coat. She had been planning to go for a drive when he had arrived. She took it off and laid it on the kitchen chair.

"You, Bill, Abby and I," he continued, "will be taking a little trip together this weekend."

Laura was again surprised. "I don't think I could stand it," she said, her eyes opening in shock. "I just couldn't be together with Abby and Bill, knowing that we've done what we've done…"

"And will do again," George interrupted. "You look warm. Take off your blouse."

Laura was shocked and she looked away from him toward the open kitchen window. The thought of stripping in her own kitchen confused her, and when George told her to close the window and draw the drapes, she obeyed almost mechanically, and then stood silent. He glared at her and continued to speak, while she started slowly to unbutton her blouse.

"There's nothing to worry about," he said lecherously. "The four of us will have a very cozy time in our little vacation cabin. Abby has told you about our retreat, hasn't she?" Laura nodded and fumbled with the third button on her blouse.

His lewdly shining eyes burned into her brain and his obscene smile infuriated her. She wanted to smash those perfect teeth and end her torment forever, but he continued to talk in his usual smooth way, while she moved as though a slave following her master's commands.

"The four of us will get to know one another very well before the weekend's over."

For a moment, Laura didn't understand what he meant, and then it hit her like a bolt of lightning. Bill would never stand for it! It was the first time that she realized that George was talking about swapping partners, and while she had heard of people doing the same thing, especially in the counties north of San Francisco, she had never met anyone who had actually done it. Her mind recoiled in horror at what he was suggesting, but her hands somehow continued to move on and, against her conscious will, unfasten the fourth and fifth buttons of her blouse.

The kitchen air felt enticingly cool in the deep cleavage between her firm young breasts, and she suddenly knew that George was going to take her again, that he was going to do it to her right in her own kitchen, in broad daylight. She and her husband had never made love during the day, except on their honeymoon, and even then the drapes were drawn in a large dark hotel room. The prospect strangely excited her, but she held back, her vow not to let her lusting neighbor touch her again flickering through her swirling brain.