Norma Egan - Spread wide wife

At last, though, she had to put in an appearance at dinner. Fortunately no one paid attention to her, because the business deal had finally been closed and Phil had been hired as Harry Rosen's personal attorney. It was a glorious moment for Phil, and Karen felt happy for him, but she couldn't overcome her low spirits. She faked her smiles all during the meal.

My God, if only they all knew what she and Manuel had been doing during most of that "shopping" expedition. If they could have seen her lying naked in that little boat, her legs lewdly spread, Manuel humping busily over her. But there was no point in thinking about it. It was done and couldn't be mended. She was an unfaithful wife, and that was that.

As soon as dinner was over, Karen started to get up, saying she was still tired and wanted to spend the evening in her cabin. To her alarm, she saw Manuel approaching her. He'd discreetly avoided looking at her while he served the meal, but now he was looking her right in the eye, coming up to her. Her heart stopped. My God, what was he going to say?

"Before you retire, Mrs. Brandon," he said with perfect courtesy. "Mr. Rosen would like to see you in his cabin."

"Oh, thank you, Manuel," she managed to breathe.

She had no idea why Harry would want to see her alone, and she didn't care. She was so relieved that Manuel hadn't betrayed their guilty secret, nothing else seemed too important. She gave Phil a goodnight peck on the cheek and went off to the master cabin to see what Harry wanted. After talking to him, she intended to go to bed early – and stay out of trouble.

She tapped on the cabin door, and Harry rumbled at her to come in. He was lounging on the bed, sipping an after dinner drink, but when she came in, he jumped up, grinning. Karen managed to grin back, but she felt uneasy. This bear-like silver-haired man was her husband's boss now, and she could never do anything to displease him.

"What can I get you, Karen?" Harry said cordially. "A brandy?"

"Brandy would be fine, Harry," she replied.

She still had trouble calling him by his first name, but he insisted on it. He fixed her a brandy, and she took it and started to pull out a chair, but Harry patted the bed. Very uneasily she sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. He seemed to be looking at her very intently.

"What did you want to see me about, Harry?" she asked.

"Oh, quite a bit," Harry said jovially. "After all, Phil's going to be working for me now, so I thought I oughta get better acquainted with his wife."

Karen smiled, thinking she knew now what he wanted. "Look, Harry," she said, "let's not beat around the bush. I know what you're concerned about, but there's no need to worry. I'll do everything in my power to help Phil's career. I won't be a bad wife. You can always count on me to do whatever's best for the organization."

Harry smiled broadly. "I'm delighted to hear that, Karen," he said, "because Manuel told me what a terrific lay you are, and I think it would help Phil's career a lot if you balled me."

Karen dropped her brandy and stared at him. Her mouth fell open and stayed that way for a long moment of shock and incomprehension. Unfortunately, she'd heard right. Her ears hadn't been playing tricks on her. When she was sure of that, she felt anger rising in her.

"Manuel told you?" she gasped. "That bastard…"

"Now, now, honey, don't be too hard on Manuel," he interrupted. "He's paid to do it."

"To do what?" Karen said in horror.

Harry chuckled. "Well, I can tell you it's God's Own Job. He's paid to look over the women whenever we take the yacht out, decide who's the most attractive, seduce her – and if she's any good, report to me. He says you're one of the best we've had in months."

Karen blushed hotly and buried her face in her hands. It was bad enough having cheated on Phil, but now she knew she'd done it with a despicable little worm who was no more than a pimp for Harry Rosen. Manuel was merely the scout, the bird dog who brought in Harry's prey. And Karen had fallen right into the trap, a victim of her own insane lust.

"Jesus," Harry was saying, "there's no need to get so upset, doll. I'm just trying to be practical. I'm a real busy guy, and I don't have time to check out every broad who attracts me. So I let Manuel do the work. He's young and strong enough. And you gotta admit he's pretty good in the hay, too. I made sure of that. He says you got off on it pretty well today."

"Oh, my God," Karen said hoarsely.

Apparently Manuel had told Harry everything. He had no doubt told his boss about Karen's urgent need for sex, how Phil didn't satisfy her, how she lost all control with Manuel, licked his cock, sucked it, and let him fuck her into a frenzy. It was so embarrassing and humiliating. She just had to get away from Harry and recover her composure. But as she stepped toward the door, he reached out and caught her wrist.

"Hey, wait, baby," he said. "We're not through yet. We got a whole lot of things to talk about."

"Please, Harry," Karen said, "another time, okay? I just don't feel like talking to anyone right now."

"Yeah, yeah," he said wearily, still holding her wrist tight, "you're all upset because you balled another guy and he told. Well, it ain't nothing, baby, nothing at all. Millions of people fuck millions of other people. It's no big deal. How do you know your precious husband been faithful to you, either?"

Karen stopped trying to pull away from him. She stopped hearing him. My God, that was something she'd never even considered. Possibly the reason Phil wasn't interested in balling her any more was that he had another woman, a mistress. She didn't think she could stand that.

"Harry," she said anxiously, "did Phil say anything to you about other women? I mean, does he…"

"Oh, Christ, no," Harry said impatiently. "I was just putting you on. I asked him about that kind of stuff. I like to know about guys who are going to work for me. But it turns out he ain't ever cheated on you, honey, so don't worry. The guy's strictly a straight arrow."

Somehow that was even worse than hearing he had a mistress. Phil had been true to her, but she hadn't been true to him. She felt miserably guilty. She wanted so much to get away by herself and think things over, but Harry gave her wrist a sharp jerk and forced her to sit down again beside him on the bed.

"Now, like I said, we got other things to discuss," Harry told her.

"Please, Harry," she whimpered, "not now."

"Yes, now," said Harry. "I got a tight schedule. Now, like I was telling you, it would help Phil's career a whole lot if you put out for me. You're a smart girl. Do I have to tell you more?"

Karen stared at him. "Me you threatening me?" she said. "Do you mean you won't hire Phil unless I go to tied with you?"

"Oh, no, I'm not that mean," Harry laughed. "He's already hired. I just mean he'd get promoted faster, get bigger raises, all that stuff – IF I had your full cooperation. You understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Harry," Karen said dully, "I understand."

She understood that her own lust had gotten her into this awful fix. If she hadn't lost control and let Manuel fuck her, she'd never have gotten into Harry's power. But now he had her where he wanted her, and she must make a decision. She didn't want to fuck Harry. She felt no attraction for him and didn't want to commit adultery again – but what about Phil's career?

"Okay, okay," Harry said impatiently, "let's quit wasting time. Get your clothes off. I still got a business conference to get through tonight."

That did it. She wasn't just a piece of livestock to be ordered around and used at Harry's convenience. She was a human being with feelings. She didn't even care if it affected Phil's career – she was NOT going to become Harry's plaything. No man could treat her like that.