David Martin - Loaned wife

Drinks made, he rejoined them and was every bit as charming and smooth as he could ever hope to be, completely masking his inner unease.

Gilson sat next to Janet at the patio table, and Tom suspected, from the movements of Gilson's upper arm, that the tall Texan was feeling up his wife's leg. The suspicion was only reinforced by the shared secret smiles she flashed at Gilson from time to time.

As they ate dinner Tom felt the touch of soft fingers on his own thigh. Allison's.

Calmly, he glanced towards her. Without turning, Allison let a faint smile cross her face, tilting the corner of her mouth upward.

Tom did nothing to stop her roaming hand.

As they rested back, tasting their ice cream with creme de menthe, the conversation began to swing back towards business. And as the dessert disappeared and then Janet began serving drinks, Gilson's eyes followed Tom's wife at exactly the same time as he let his misgivings about the deal Tom had proposed slip into his words.

Tom was getting the message.

It was nearly eight-thirty when they finally moved indoors. Gallantly, Gilson offered Janet his arm. His anger increasing at Janet's welcoming of Gilson's attentions and touches, Tom spitefully offered his arm to Allison.

Nevertheless, he barely resisted the urge to turn and see what Gilson was doing to his wife as they led the way into the house.

Tom mixed some more drinks for the group, hearing the first dribble of rain on the roof. By the time he was putting the second round together; the dribble had become a downpour and a thunderstorm's rumblings had begun.

Janet came into the kitchen as he opened the freezer door and took out some crushed ice. "Tom," she said urgently, hand familiarly on his arm. "Tom, there's a problem."

"Oh?" He closed the freezer door with a negligent elbow.

"Gilson, he keeps feeling me up."

Tom hesitated and gave her a hard look. "I haven't seen you objecting to it." He turned back to the drinks.

"Tom, he wants to-to…"

"To fuck you?" She nodded rapidly. Tom shrugged.

"Tom!"

"What?" he shot back irritably.

"Tom, what am I going to do?"

He gave her a bitter, cynical smile. "What do you want to do?"

She frowned. "Tom, I've put up with him and gone along this far because I know how important this account is to you. But now he seems to be hinting that if I don't let him… you know…"

"Fuck you."

"Yes," she said, wincing. "If I don't let him, he's going to forget about the account."

Tom picked up the tray full of drinks and started for the kitchen door. "Janet," he said tiredly, "you do whatever you want to do."

She followed him into the living room a minute later, her face cheerful, but her eyes filled with the same determination Tom had seen there the night of the card game with Koenig.

"Hospitable of you, Tom, mighty hospitable. I sure do appreciate it," Gilson was saying.

"Then it's settled," Tom announced. "Allison and you will stay the night here."

"Where will we put them?" Janet asked sweetly. Tom gave her a knowing look. "Gilson in the guest room, me on the convertible in the living room, here, and you and Allison in our bedroom."

They made small talk for a while. At ten-thirty, Penny returned from her night at the movies. Tom introduced his daughter to their two guests. He couldn't help but note how Gilson's eyes glinted as they followed the movements of his daughter's delightful little ass within her too-tight jeans and the way Gilson's gaze kept flickering to Penny's perfectly formed, firm young breasts. They were clearly exhibited beneath her rain-soaked T-shirt, and the nipples were stiffened from the dampness. Tom found his own eyes following his daughter's nubile form as well. She was growing up to be an enchanting young woman.

At eleven, they began breaking up the group for bed. Allison went with Janet to be fitted for night-clothes while Tom showed Gilson to the guest bedroom and prepared the bed linen. Then he went back out and made up the convertible.

Surprisingly, sleep came quickly.

Tom awoke calmly at the touch of a hand on his shoulder and then tensed.

It was Allison.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

"Nothing," she cooed. "Why?"

"What if Janet finds us?"

Allison's teeth gleamed in the dimness as she smiled. "She won't," she said, certainty in her voice. Without invitation, she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed beside Tom. For the first time he became aware that the front of her nightgown was completely undone. He suppressed a groan of desire as he felt Allison press against him.

"Ummmm… what's this?" she whispered innocently. Her fingers had slid down inside his pajama bottoms and found his swelling cock.

She shifted in the bed, without warning, and began pulling the pajamas down.

"What the hell…"

"Shhh. You'll wake your daughter."

"What if I wake my wife?"

Allison giggled. "Oh, she's awake all right. So is your big shot account."

Tom swallowed. "Oh."

The pajama bottoms were gone and a moment later, so was Allison's nightgown. She pressed the length of her aroused, naked body against his, her fingers tight about his rigid dick.

"Wasn't Gilson worried that I might find out?" he muttered, thinking aloud more than speaking to anyone.

"Oh sure, he was worried all right," Allison said. "He asked me to, er, occupy you."

Tom stiffened. "And you agreed?" he asked in a quietly strangled voice.

Allison's hand began moving slowly up and down the length of Tom's raging erection, summoning shallow breaths from him. "Uh-huh," she grunted, in time to her hand's movements. "Why not?"

"You dirty little bitch," he snapped. Tom reached down and grabbed her about the waist. By brute force, he turned and shifted her in the bed so that she was on her knees and hands facing away from him. "You want to encourage fucking around, is that it?" he snarled, getting to his knees behind her. He ran one hand over the taut, smooth globes of Allison's ass. Tom grabbed her hips in both hands then and looked down at the pale, creamy swells of her lithe buttocks, seeing, for a moment, an unbidden vision of his daughter's ass presented to him in just the same way.

Then anger filled him again. "All right, bitch," he rumbled. "You cunt, I'll teach you something about fucking!"

He lined up his cock with the light little entrance of Allison's twat, leading the swollen head of his cock to the wet folds of her pussy lips and then, with a single heave, buried his prick inside her palpitating warmth.

"Oooooohh!" Allison made the sound in a little gasping exclamation as she felt Tom's big dick drive all the way up inside her tight channel. The angle made his cock reach farther inside her than ever before and she felt the head batter stiffly against her cervix. It hurt her, to be sure, but the pain was eagerly welcomed.

"Oh, jeez, yes, Tom, yes, that's good! Do it again!"

Angered still farther, Tom Jamison withdrew his cock completely and then lurched forward, this time sending part of his knob into the stricture of her cervix.

Allison shook all over with the mixed pleasure and ecstatic pain that the vicious insertion of Tom's cock had caused her. Her arms shook weakly, and her upper body foil flat onto the bed. Her ass was hiked temptingly high into the air, and Tom could dimly make out the darker spot of her anus.

"You want to feel it, eh, slut?" he demanded angrily.

"Oh yes, Tom, fuck me, fuck me good and hard – uh!"

He withdrew his prick completely again, but this time, he nudged the thick glans against that dime-sized opening to her hot rear passage. Tom could feel her tense and stiffen in fear.

"N-no, Tom, no, not back there! You're too big far me!" she gasped. "Please don't, I…"