Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

The first setback was immediate. Tonya and A.C. Faro boarded the plane directly behind them and Laurie found herself sharing a seat with the attractive, dark-eyed, younger wife of the handsome, mid-fortish, Police Commissioner, while the latter joined her husband. The separation from Phillip upset her; not that she didn't know and like the Faros… they were socially prominent country-club members, politically minded, and of course, the Commissioner performed some sort of lieutenancy for her Uncle Julian… but the sudden wedge into her carefully calculated program, temporarily allayed her secret carnal designs of preseduction, the climax of which, she had hoped, was to be enjoyed the moment they reached their hotel.

Damn it, she seethed to herself. Why couldn't they have taken another flight…?

"I understand the Colemans are leasing a house in the Capital during the convention," the chicly dressed, sensually attractive Tonya interrupted her thoughts.

"Really? I didn't know," replied Laurie, decidedly uninterested.

"That means we'll at least have a party or two," Tonya went on, adding a sly smile. "That is, if I know Dianne…"

There was more, but Laurie listened only enough to give intelligible answers when expected. A little shiver passed through her and she found her mind filling with dissolute thoughts, once more. She just couldn't help it. She thought of Phillip and herself in bed making love… My God, she was flustered, she mused. Something just had to happen, and soon!

She had bought several new fetching and seductive negligees as stimulators, and she'd mentally prepared herself for whatever he might possibly ask of her, or expect of her. Just the mere thought now of giving herself to him in whatever wanton act, or perverse method he might choose, excited her to no end. She'd truly fortified herself with the proper mental attitude. In fact, as they droned along at thirty-three thousand feet, Tonya Faro's voice chattering on in her ear, her thoughts became so erotically intense that she began to squirm her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushioned seat brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva down between her legs. My God…! She jumped at the unexpected contact and blushed as her breath quickened.

Cripes, she wondered, would they never get to the Capital?

The ancient and historical Ambassador Hotel was crammed with Party conventioneers. Laurie and Phillip had a small suite in reservation on the ninth floor, while Uncle Julian occupied a large one on the fifteenth and top floor. Actually, the reveling had not yet begun, but there was enough activity in the lobby and corridors for Laurie to immediately sense the prevailing political atmosphere.

In their quarters, once the bellhop had left them, Laurie threw her arms around her young, handsome husband's neck and kissed him. She ground her supple body against his and clung to his mouth with her warm, wet lips. Surprised, he caught at her arms gently, finally working his head free to lift and stare down at her. He smiled.

"What the devil is this… rape?"

Laurie returned his smile excitedly. Her eyes danced. She pressed her belly and thighs even tighter to him, feeling the bulge of his slightly stirring penis against her abdomen. "Call it whatever you like, Mister," she whispered. "Only… just what are you going to do about it?"

Phillip swallowed, chuckled almost disbelievingly, then looked at his watch. "At two o'clock in the afternoon?"

"So…? Are we on a schedule, Darling?" she questioned, licentious little sparkling in her eyes.

He kissed her, smoothing his hands along her back and downward over her round, full buttocks, suddenly cupping them, one in each hand and drawing her into him. She began to undulate her pelvis almost indiscernibly and felt his penis rapidly swelling between them. God… oh God, how she wanted him to take her right then, at that very moment. She pressed her tiny pink tongue upward against his lips, her vibrant body tingling with sensuous desire…

Then, the telephone rang!

"Don't answer it, Darling," Laurie hissed against his lips.

Once more, he laughed, gently putting her from him. "It might be Uncle Julian…"

"I don't care. Please… don't answer it," she pleaded, holding to his arm.

"Hey… what's gotten into you, anyway?" he teased, still smiling, the telephone continuing to ring at three-second intervals.

"Nothing yet…" she replied as suggestively as she could. "But I wish you would."

Phillip gaped at her, then tossed back his head in laughter. "Well, I'll be damned. You little hustler, you…" he said, at last moving away and lifting the receiver.

Laurie felt her heart sink. Her smile faded as reluctantly she moved backwards to drop down and sit on the edge of the bed. Rapidly, her mood that she had so carefully nourished and built over the hours, began to disintegrate. She stared at his slender back hardly listening. Well… that was that, wasn't it. And she'd pleaded with him not to answer it…

"That, my love, was the master himself… good old Uncle Julian. He wants us to come right up to his suite," Phillip said, his hands moving to his hips as he looked down at her.

"I asked you not to answer it," she said, not looking at him.

"Oh… come on, Laurie. I can't do that… besides, we've got tonight ahead of us, haven't we?" He grinned at her. "Or don't you think it'll keep?"

Laurie didn't answer. She sensed her face reddening. It was the first time she'd ever asked him to make love to her… and he'd refused. Now, he was making fun of her…

"Well? Are you coming?"

"No… I don't think so." She stood and walked to her valise.

"He wants to see you, Honey," Phillip said, moving toward the door. "He won't like it…"

"Tell him I'm tired from the trip," she said flatly. "I think I'll shower and take a little nap."

Phillip watched her silently for a moment. He nodded. "Okay… I'll tell him. Look… I'll try to get back in time for cocktails. There won't be too much going on before tomorrow… politically, I mean… Maybe we can have a nice evening together, eh? Dinner and… who knows what?"

Now, she looked at him, a trace of her former inclination returning. She made a smile. "All right," she said.

"Sound good?"

"Yes… wonderful."

He grinned, blew her a kiss and left.

Alone, Laurie attempted to occupy her mind with unpacking and arranging their things for convenience, anything that would help lessen the disappointment and frustrated arousal she'd let run away with her. Finally, she undressed and decided to soak for an hour in the tub rather than to shower. Later, she slipped into a robe, brushed soothingly at her long, silken, reddish-blonde tresses, then, redid her nails to while away the time. At last, she stretched out on the bed. She was still flustered.

The rococoish furnishings of the century-old, ornate suite annoyed her. She'd hoped for something more modern and cheerful, something more in accordance with seduction. God, so far, nothing had seemed to go right. But maybe tonight… with cocktails, dinner and all… She paused to listen. A whispering feminine voice had filtered through to her from somewhere. She waited, but heard nothing more. Her mind wandered back to Phillip.

If only she could delve into his soul for one brief moment… see inside his brain to know what he was thinking… It was the not knowing, the not being able to understand his moods that frightened her. She was certain that there was some inner-burden constantly with him… if only she could fathom its nature she was sure she could find a means of coping with it. But he was not about to give up his secret, was he… whatever it was… and she couldn't help but feel that it was forever growing, ugly and menacing, like some cancerous thing that unless it was destroyed or arrested would soon devour both of them.