Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse, raspy from the dryness of his throat. "I-It's all over, Dianne… that was the finale… the finish… the bloody, fucking end."

Slowly, she raised to her knees, brushing her long hair back, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to ensnare a thin string of his sperm that had dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She stared at him blankly. "Wh-What's that supposed to mean?"

He jerked his legs from around her and swung about to sit up on the side of the bed. He didn't look at her. He said: "Exactly what you're afraid it means… I'm through… leaving… checking out, while I've still got a piece of my soul left… before you get all the strings attached to my hands and feet the way you almost did to my prick. I've had it, Dianne… woke up, so's to speak. Puppet number two is leaving you."

He might have struck her a blow with his fist, the effects would have been the same. Momentarily, Dianne just knelt there, rotating back on her haunches, her mouth dropping open loosely, her eyes gaping in disbelief. "Y-You're insane," she half whispered. "You don't know what you're saying…"

"That's where you're mistaken," he replied confidently. "For the first Goddamned time, I do know what I'm saying. I'm like the drug-user who's finally and triumphantly kicked the habit. I'm cured, Baby, cured of you."

Phillip arose, walking toward his clothes and Dianne came off the bed like a wild, wounded cat. She caught at his arm, her long nails raking his flesh as she tried to spin him around to face her.

"Goddamn you!" she spat. "Just who do you think you are, anyway? Whatever gave you the idea you could walk out on me? You… you little two-bit ballot-box stuffer! Nobody… but nobody talks to me that way, and especially you." Her face contorted, twisted evilly into a maniacal leer the likes of which he could never have imagined possible. "So… you've finally woken up… going back to that sweet little bitch you're married to, eh…? Well now, let me enlighten you somewhat there, too…"

Her almost insane rage had taken Phillip aback. He hadn't expected her to be overjoyed, but this performance… He watched her storm to a dresser drawer, pull out an envelope and nakedly stomp back toward him, a wicked sneer masking her face. She thrust the envelope at him: "Brace yourself, Darling," she hissed. "I'm afraid you're in for a shock."

Phillip couldn't believe it! Quickly, he shuffled through the horrible pictures, dwelling only seconds on each, unable to cope with the vile abominations each print reflected up at him. Dear Jesus! It couldn't be true! It couldn't! Not his sweet, shy Laurie…! Yet, there she was, naked between two men, her face an expression of raw lust, their pricks fucking into her mouth and cunt…!

"I-I can't believe it," he gasped, looking up at her blankly. "Wh-Where… how…? My God."

"Pretty aren't they, Darling? Never knew that you had such a talented wife, now, did you?"

"I-I just don't understand…" Phillip babbled. He walked to a chair and sat down in it heavily, hardly aware of his nakedness any longer.

Dianne moved to the chair-arm and sat down beside him. She slipped an arm around his neck and drew his head against her firm naked breast.

"Don't you see, Darling?" she half-whispered. "It's you and me all of the way. We belong to each other and always have. Together, we can go on to great things… no limit, my sweet. I can make you Governor one day, maybe even President."

Phillip sat in stunned silence, barely hearing her words. His world had surely and utterly collapsed. His own sweet, beautiful Laurie… Dear God… he loved her… loved her!

"I'm pregnant, Phillip… with your child," Dianne said softly. "We must plan for that now."

Those words filtered through to him… registered. He withdrew his face from her grasp and looked up at her. Slowly, it dawned upon him how well she had set her traps, how much she intended holding him. Then, he smiled… until finally, he laughed at her.

"So, you're pregnant… and with my child, eh?" he spoke softly.

She, too, smiled. "Yes, Darling. Isn't it wonderful…?"

"It would be… if it were possible, Dianne," he said evenly, still smiling, but the expression slowly fading. "You see, I can't father any children… the unfortunate result of the operation on my lung. Remember, dear? Months of antibiotics and other medication had its reaction. I'm as sterile as a hospital laboratory. No… it seems as if you'll have to tag someone else for the job… maybe even your husband, eh?"

Dianne stared at him for a long moment, an obvious feeling of disaster slowly taking hold of her. "Y-You're lying."

Phillip stood. "Well, that should be easy to establish… if necessary," he said, smiling.

She hadn't moved, only continued to gaze blankly at him. "Dear God… dear God! It can't be Mark's. It just can't be!"

"Well… you'd know best about that," Phillip shrugged. "I hope for your sake you've kept some kind of record…"

"My God! It can't be Mark's! Don't you understand?" she wailed, her hands suddenly clutching at her face, "Oh no, no, no, no…"

"Oh, I shouldn't think it would be quite that bad," he said as he pulled on his shorts. "Wives have children by their husbands every day…"

"Shut up!" she screamed, leaping to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My God… I don't want to have an imbecile! You understand? I'd kill myself first!"

"What the hell are you talking about… an imbecile? Are you out of your…?"

"Listen to me! Mark's… grandfather and grandmother… were brother and sister!" she managed, once more covering her face and dropping into the chair where he had sat. "Now… now, do you understand?"

Phillip didn't answer. He merely stared at her. There was nothing to say, absolutely nothing that he could do… only get out of there, find Laurie… and crawl on his knees to her. Maybe… Oh God, just maybe, she would forgive him for what he was, and for what he had driven her to.

Laurie clung tightly to the arm of Byron Acker. She had never before witnessed an all out sex orgy, but the City Councilman had; he belonged to the swap-circle of the Rio Lado Country Club. She had never realized that the sight of other couples engaged in lewd sex could set her off so. Their own little escapade in the car, although temporarily fulfilling, had hardly sated her aroused passion, and now as they moved through the house looking for Phillip, stumbling onto pairs and trios and groups involved in every form of carnal pleasure, she sensed a decided rekindling in her loins.

They found Mark Coleman naked, drunk and passed out on the floor of the study, Tonya Faro in similar condition beside him, his limp penis in her hand and just inches from her shining, semen smeared lips. She stirred, made a little groan, while Byron built Laurie and himself a drink at the small bar; then he kissed his young companion, holding her tight to him, running his hands up beneath her dress to cup her bare buttocks, her panties still on the front seat of his automobile.

"Damn!" he hissed against her mouth. "I'm just going to have to fuck you again, little girl."

"Yes… yes… but not yet," she whispered, pressing her pelvis and thighs tight against the rigidity of his swollen organ inside his trousers. "I've got to find Phillip first. I've got to know for sure what's between Dianne Coleman and him…"

"I'll wager it's his prick," Byron grinned.

"That's what I have to be certain of," she said, blushing, biting at her full lower lip. "You understand, don't you, Byron?"

"Of course, Baby… but do you think you can take it?"

It seemed to Laurie by all that was normal she should be heartbroken, but she wasn't and knew that regardless of what she learned or saw now, she wouldn't be. Instead, she found herself smiling eagerly at her escort. "Come on," she urged, pulling him by the hand, "I want to see it with my own, eyes."