Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

With a small cry, she quickly tangled her hands in his thick hair in an attempt to push his head back, but her hands only seemed to make the inevitable happen taster, for his lips were now at the tender moistness of her helpless pussy, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her vagina.

His palms pushed against the inside of her quivering thighs to prevent her closing her legs as he warmed to his lewd task and began a slow tortuous teasing with his tongue and lips of her secret pink vaginal flesh.

Kate lay back, her eyes wide with disbelief… it was all over, she thought… there was nothing worse that could happen to her, nothing more hideous. She attempted to jerk backwards, a low groan escaping from her lips as the strange wetness of his mouth against her ragged, pink-edged cunt drove her mind into an uncontrolled madness of the flesh.

"OOOooo oh God… oh, NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, whimpering and squirming beneath his attack, while Sam greedily licked at her delicate private genitals, enjoying her screams to the fullest. When she kicked her legs out and tried to escape him, it only served to help wedge his head deeper between her legs.

Kate groaned over and over, her hands pulling at Sam's hair, her back arched as much as possible, but still the depravity continued. "I can't… I can't stand it!" she screamed. "NO!"

But still the agile tongue worked at her defenseless cunt, spearing in and out of her widespread vagina, slipping back and forth over the head of her throbbing clitoris. And Kate knew that she could never be the same after this… never! Tears streamed down her cheeks, the mascara she had so carefully applied earlier streaked black smudges in tiny trails along her face. She watched Sam's head bob strangely up and down, and waggle-back and forth between her spread legs. And as she looked, a tiny tremor of perverted lust sparked inside her again in spite of the God awful act that was being forced upon her, and she knew just as surely as she could feel Sam's lips nibbling softly at her cunt that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the unwanted sensations mushroomed in her belly rushing up to overcome her with an overwhelming torrent of lust.

Sam could feel the sudden surrender of Kate's body as her muscles grew slack and her hands loosened on his head. Without releasing her ravaged pussy from its unrelenting attack, he raised his eyes in time to see Kate's eyes roll back as a violent shudder overtook her body and her legs drew up and flailed out even wider in complete subjugation.

The humiliation and shame that she felt was replaced by an outright wantonness, and yet, deep down, she could almost watch her own shameful performance. But the forbidden heat in her loins was undeniable and although she was degraded beyond her wildest dreams, it was impossible to stop the ripples of pleasure that traversed her outraged body.

Sam increased his attack, doubling his ferocious nuzzling of Kate's tight, widespread crotch. He would show her the kind of pleasure she could expect from now on, he thought. Little hypocritical wench! Before he was through with her, she would be coming to him every day to beg him to do this to her and more to her!

Kate had begun to screw her pelvis up toward Sam's face, pushing steadily as though she wanted to get inside his mouth.

"Aaaaa! Unnngg!" she moaned over and over, tiny goose-pimples forming on the surfaces of her skin, beads of perspiration starting out on her forehead. She sobbed and trembled, completely out of control, caught in the raging fire that threatened to devour her. Her lovely pale white thighs jerked up as with a low wail of surrender, she placed them around Sam's shoulders pulling his wagging head still closer to the tortuous turmoil in her straining pussy.

All thoughts of her sleeping husband upstairs were gone, burned in the licking flames that surrounded her shamelessly aroused body, as she bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she had to have.

"OHOHOHOHhhhhh!" she cried wildly brushing the tender bush of her cunt into Sam's waiting mouth, while he happily obliged, thinking with amusement of how Kate would feel about all this in the morning. He made a mental note to take care of that husband of hers so that he would not interfere with his future plans for Kate. He watched, delighted, as Kate's face paled, her mouth hanging slack as she felt the first beginning stabs of orgasm building inside her belly. He would see to it that it would be only one of many that she would have that night and in the coming days ahead.

"Well, you don't look as bad as your head feels!" Tim mumbled looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. Kate was sure knocked out, too. She was still asleep! Fine way to start out their first day of work, he thought. As he shaved rapidly he tried to remember just how he had gotten to bed the night before, but the details were very fuzzy.

"Oh, well, I can only hope that I didn't make too much of a fool out of myself!"

He heard something like a soft tinkling bell coming from the other room…

"What the…" he put down his razor and went through the bedroom where Kate was still deep under the covers and into the living room of their suite. The tinkling sounded again and he realized that someone was at the door. He adjusted his robe and undid the latch.

"Well, good morning!" Dot looked up at Tim's half-shaven face with amusement. She put her hand up to her mouth in an effort to stifle a giggle. "Sam asked me to bring you this…" her words came out in a thick but charming French accent, as she proffered a small tray containing a large goblet of a murky looking liquid.

"He says, it tastes God awful, but you'll thank him later!"

Tim reached out and took a sip of the drink while Dot stood watching.

"Some service!" he thought, taking in Dot's low neck-lined sweater that offered up two plump twin globes like juicy melons. Her skirt was so short he could swear he'd seen her behind when she turned around.

"Pthah!" he almost gagged on the strange drink, but managed to get some of it down. Dot doubled up with laughter and Tim's displeasure with the drink was not enough to make him fail to notice that her breasts almost popped out of her sweater when she laughed. God, she's not wearing any bra, he thought… and with knockers that size!

"It leaves something to be desired," he told her about the drink. "But I'll take it… thanks…"

"Oh, yes, and Sam also said to just get acquainted with the grounds… look around. He will not be back until tomorrow… away on business… but Crockett will be able to give you a lot of information also… I will be happy to be of help!"

"And I will be happy to have you help me!" Tim answered, mocking Dot's accent.

"Good!" she said, giving him a flirtatious wink as she turned to walk away.

Tim stood in the doorway so he could watch her go down the hall, and Dot, knowing that he was watching, turned and smiled at him. "I will meet you at the greenhouse at three."

"It's a deal…" Tim called after her, thinking what a cute little ass she had.

He went back into the bathroom to finish his shave and when Kate still hadn't awakened when he had finished he decided it was time to get her up…

"Hey honey…" he shook her gently… "Come on, it's almost noon!"

"MNnnnnnn," Kate groaned and turned over. "I don't feel well. Tim…"

"Too much to drink, eh? Well… Sam sent me up some stuff… maybe you want some too… supposed to be good for a hangover!"

Kate remained silent. Sam's name was enough to freeze her in a kind of catatonic state. The horror she felt about what had happened the night before was too great for her to be able to face up to it as yet. It had almost been daylight when she had finally left the library and wearily and trembling with fatigue had sneaked into bed beside her husband. How could she explain to herself what had happened? Her thighs and calves were still sore from being wound about Sam's neck for so long, and there was a throbbing ache between her legs that reminded her of the excruciating pleasures that had been torn from her far into the night. How could she ever have let such a thing happen? She could barely look Tim in the face, afraid that her eyes would tell what had happened.