Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

Becky's disbelieving young eyes bulged wide, while her throat tightened and she swallowed painfully. An immense semi-circular bed like the one they were perched on extended from the other side of the mirror into the next room. Her husband and Schneider's wife were so close that she could see a lewd sex-sweat glistening over their thrashing bodies. She felt she could touch them, almost reach out to tear their lust-entwined bodies apart on the other side. But when her hand groped forward it struck against cold glass… a sharp pain shot through her knuckles.

"Hans signaled to me that they were back when we were sitting on the sun deck," Schneider muttered, his warm breath grazing heatedly over her neck and shoulders. "I suspected this was going on when they didn't come down to join us at the guest house."

Tears welled up in the young wife's eyes as she peered through the glass at her husband's and Christina's nakedly embracing forms. She wasn't even aware of Schneider's hands that curled around her own small waist, his fingers anxiously splaying down over her abdomen. God! All she knew was that she had never been so hurt and disgusted in her life. Her husband's desire-lengthened cock was sunk deep into Christina's tightly clasping mouth until only the thick base showed from between her encircling lips. As he thrust in deeper, Becky expected the curvaceous brunette to gag, but she didn't. Instead her cheeks expanded obscenely as he plunged his stiffened cock in farther. Then they hollowed as he slowly drew out, her elastic lips clinging to the withdrawing rod of male flesh. He pulled almost entirely out and her lips clung to the long hard penis as if held there by unseen fingers.

Becky felt Schneider lean forward to a cabinet beside the huge bed, without removing his hand from her waist that was barely covered by the half-opened robe. "What are you doing?" she said, but didn't take her gaping eyes from the mirror.

"Just getting something that will make us feel a little easier in this trying moment," Schneider whispered. "Pernod."

"Give me quite a bit, please," Becky murmured in a sinking voice.

Her hand trembled as Schneider wrapped her fingers around a glass. She heard the older man sigh and felt him pull his body closer against hers to get a better view. Becky felt uneasy about sitting at such close quarters with the strange man, but now it was almost a comfort! The liquor burned violently going down and she was grateful for that, too. It was an appropriate accompaniment for the rapid change her emotions were undergoing.

"Your husband seems to have struck up quite a friendship with Christina," Schneider broke the heavy silence.

Becky flinched, but didn't remove her tear-filled eyes from the mirror. "Give me more Pernod," she said in a stone-like voice.

Downing the drink quickly, she relaxed a bit as the liquor raced immediately through her veins. It restored the light-headed feeling she had experienced at the guest house. Well, she would get drunk this evening, she thought angrily as she glanced up at the mirror, as drunk as she possibly could!

Jack's features were contorted almost unrecognizably as though he were undergoing a great anguish. He thrust his massive penis deeper between the brunette's ovaled lips, lifting his hips slightly and beginning an excited sawing motion into Christina's tightly drawing mouth. Her head rolled slightly on the pillow and saliva trickled from her open mouth, running in tiny rivulets down her lustfully hollowing cheeks. A wild animalistic look shone from her passion-glazed eyes. One of her hands slipped out from her side, racing down Becky's husband's flexing belly until she had brazenly cupped her fingers around his sperm-bloated balls.

Becky watched in horrified amazement as Jack drove forward like a pile-driver, sinking his penis into Christina's sucking mouth until his coarse black pubic hair brushed over her nose. His balls danced obscenely between his legs and slapped against Christina's chin in unison with his hard thrusts. And then, suddenly, he was bucking over the naked brunette as his male cum began spewing in thick spurts into Christina's encircling lips and brimming out from her hungrily swallowing mouth.

In a daze, the young blonde wife turned from the mirror and noticed Christina's husband sat even closer to her than she had realized. His large hands were splayed across her abdomen, pressing through the thin robe. His fingertips teased at a smoothly naked section in the center of her belly where the robe had fallen apart.

"Will you take me home now?" she pulled the robe together, no longer caring about anything, not even his hands pruriently gripping at her flaring hips.

Schneider's hands pressed painfully into her flesh. "I'd do anything to oblige you, but it seems clear that circumstances require that we remain here," he said. "We don't want them to see us, after all."

"I don't care if they see me," Becky turned momentarily back to the mirror. Jack sprawled on the bed and grinned proudly at Christina as she pulled a blue kimono over her naked body. The young Italian said something and moved toward the door.

"I'm afraid we're stuck with each other," Schneider said, his smile becoming apparent as Becky's eyes adjusted to the dark. "It wouldn't do to have Christina see you coming out of my bedroom."

Becky's head reeled as his meaning became clear. "This is your bedroom?" she asked faintly.

"I'm afraid it is," Schneider chuckled. "That is her bedroom and this is mine. Separate rooms give us privacy, while the mirror, as you can see, lends a certain proximity."

Becky gathered her courage. She would leave whether Christina saw her or not. She almost hoped the brunette would report seeing her to Jack, imagining his guilty anguish and fear as he suddenly realized she had been in the next room during the entire adulterous episode! "Well, I guess one bedroom is pretty much like another," she said in a determined voice. "That it's yours doesn't make that much difference."

Schneider's head shook in gleeful disagreement. "My dear, we've got to be sensible," he grinned. "There is the matter of your robe. You must realize that you're wearing absolutely nothing beneath it. What if Christina called your husband and he saw you in this?"

The young wife didn't answer as the thought sank in.

"That would be a very bad situation. Worse than the one we have now. Isn't that correct?"

Becky sighed after another pause. Tears brimmed her eyes as she realized that was true. Jack would never realize that she had been innocent of any wrong doing; in his eyes, it would appear that she had been unfaithful just like he had. "Oh," she snapped suddenly. "This is all your fault. You didn't have to undress me simply because I fainted."

"Now we mustn't be waspish with each other," the German chuckled confidently.

Becky shuddered at this new gloating tone in his voice. Or perhaps, it had been there all along but she had been too dazed to notice! She recalled Schneider's hands moving intimately around her waist and his hot mouth pressed against her ear. Still, she was trapped with this man and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"I want to leave this room," she said in a firm voice.

"All right," he conceded. "But we'll have to wait a moment. When Christina returns to the room, we'll leave."

In the silence, Schneider waited patiently and glanced at her shimmering blonde hair. What a lovely thing, he thought, resisting the impulse to stroke her hair. There would be time enough for that later. He enjoyed her standoffish attitude for the meantime; when she submitted to him, it would make his victory that much more complete.

Becky lifted her head periodically. Christina still hadn't returned to the room and Jack was stretched out totally naked with his head buried in the pillow. He certainly seems to be at ease, she thought, and wondered just how familiar he was with the experience of being in a strange woman's bedroom.