Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

Then, offering one final, almost contemptuous spurt of his hotly spewing seed, he collapsed forward. His cock retreated instantly, to shrivel and grow limp and pull with a lewd sucking sound from her ravaged pussy, trailing thin, sticky strands of semen that glistened obscenely in the light from the nightstand lamp; they matted her pubic hair like silver cobwebs, and made her feel as if some evil fungi, some horrible parasite, had attached itself to her and was growing, growing.

She rolled away from her husband, who already was asleep in the aftermath of his satiation, his mouth open and low, contented snores bubbling past his. lips. She stared at this nakedly powerful form for a time, and then little whimpers of total disillusionment. and futility and defeat began to shake her entire young body. Finally, with hot, bitter tears streaming from her soft eyes, Jill got up and went into the other room of the cottage.

She lay down on the couch and covered herself with a thin spread which was draped over its back. She put her head in her arms and cried for a long time… cried for herself, for her husband, and for the futility of their ever living together normally again. And then, finally, mercifully, sleep took her to an unconscious oblivion of her present circumstances, and she dozed fitfully throughout the night.

"Well, John, everything went like clockwork," Harry Sommers said the next morning, as he and John Barnett sat in Hidden Valley Resort's bar, nursing two large Bloody Marys. "Jill Parker fell for it – hook, line and sinker."

John Barnett sat quietly, his large athletic body slouched down on the tall bar stool.

"Yeah, but will her husband fall for it?" Barnett asked, turning his tall frame on the stool to gaze at Harry. John Barnett was about thirty, and had the kind of young and innocent look that made women want to mother him. In fact, however, his blond good looks and naive manner were hardly enough to conceal the practiced man of the world that had made the most of all those mothering females.

"Of course he'll fall for it," Harry answered, grinning. "You fell for it, didn't you?"

John felt a twinge of embarrassment pass through him as he remembered how he, too, had been a victim of Harry and Gay Sommers scheming; but then he smiled, realizing how his initiation into Jamieson Advertising's secret swap club had been a major turning point in his life.

"Yeah, I guess so, you bastard," he chuckled, and raised his drink to his lips.

"Believe me, John," Harry went on, "When Tom Parker sees those pictures, he'll react the same way you did… the way any normal man would react. And my dear little wife will be there to exploit that reaction, don't forget."

"Christ, you two are unbelievable," Barnett laughed. "When I think of how many people you two must have lured into your traps.

"Lured?" Harry chuckled. "That's unkind, John. I like to think that Gay and I give people the opportunity to be caught."

John laughed out loud, and slapped his hand down loudly on the bar top.

"Well, I have to admit," he said. "It's done a world of good for me and Laura. I don't know what would have happened to us if you hadn't taken us under your wing, so to speak."

"And the same thing will happen to Tom and Jill Parker, believe me," Harry said.

The two men ordered another drink apiece, and sat quietly for awhile. But Harry could see that something was bothering his employee, and at last he asked him point blank what it was.

"I don't know exactly," John answered. "Well, I guess I do know, but I don't know whether I should mention it."

"Don't be an ass, John. What is it?"

"Well, it's just that I really wonder about Jill Parker, you know? I mean, from all outward appearances, she's just as cold a fish as her husband says she is. And if that's the case

"You wonder if she will be a constructive member of our little group, is that it?" Harry finished for him.

"Yeah, I guess so," John finished. "I mean, Tom's all right, we both know that. But to my mind, his wife is a big question mark, and I think we ought to be really careful about getting somebody into the group that's all uptight to begin with… I mean more uptight than normal about this kind of thing, you know?"

"Sure, I know. And I agree with you," Harry said. "But you can take it from me that all Jill Parker needs is a little thawing out, and she'll be one of our most… active members."

"But is the group the place for her to thaw out?" John asked, and then added: "Look, we both know what an iceberg can do to a group like ours. I mean we saw it with the Millers, remember?"

Harry did remember. George and Sara Miller had almost wrecked the group by making it the focal point of their own hang-ups, and trying to turn every session into some kind of group therapy.

"All right," Harry agreed, "I see your point. But the Parkers aren't the Millers, and Jill Parker is a volcano under that cool exterior, just waiting to explode. Take it from me."

"Well, I guess so," John said, "But I still don't like it."

"I tell you what, John," Harry said, after a pause, "Before we decide one way or the other, we'll give you a chance to try her out. You know, like take her for a test drive. Then you can make up your mind one way or the other, and I'll abide by your decision."

John turned slowly on his stool beside his boss, and tried to conceal his excitement. Hell, what a great idea!

"How are you going to manage that, Harry?"

"You just leave it to me," Harry grinned. "I'll think of something."

"I bet you will, you goddamn fox," John laughed.

"Well, what do you say?"

"What can I say? Chances like this don't grow on trees!"

"And neither do girls like Jill Parker," Harry added, his face growing conspiratorial. "Believe me, John, she'll be everything I promised!"

The two men laughed, and finished their drinks. And even as Gay Sommers was making her way to Tom Parker's cottage, Harry found himself constructing yet another plan for the seduction of Tom's beautiful young wife.

Jill Parker crept to the door of the bedroom, and peeked around the door at the inert form of her husband, lying naked on the rumpled bed, his breathing coming in short, hoarse gasps. From where she stood, Jill could almost smell the fetid odor of the cigarettes and liquor he'd consumed the night before, and it made her sick to even think about it.

She had had a restless night, and this morning when she had awakened, she'd felt as though every part of her body were bruised and torn, and she still felt obscenely filthy when she thought of the debasing attack her husband had made on her the night before. Her aching breasts were painful to the touch, the insides of her thighs were sore, and the softly tender lining of her abused cuntal mouth was red and chafed from the violent pounding of her drunken husband's irrational attack the night before.

As quietly as she could, Jill entered their bedroom, went to the closet, and pulled out the first dress she came to. She didn't want to wake her husband, didn't want to risk the chance of having another scene with him this morning. But as she was pulling the light summer dress over her head, Tom groaned and rolled over in the bed, his eyes making unsuccessful attempts to focus on her.

"Jesus Christ, what a head!" he moaned, his hands coming up to shade his eyes from the glare of the morning sun as it filled the room from the unshaded window. "Pull the blinds, will you, Jill?"

Jill hesitated, and then moved to draw the curtains across the room, plunging the room into a dim half-light.

"Goddamn, my fucking head," Tom repeated, starting to rise to a sitting position, and then falling back on the bed with a groan. He looked up as Jill made her way to the door.