Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

"Hey… what!" His mouth remaining hanging open as Dot slowly began to run her tongue along the smooth head of his swollen cock making a burning circle along the sensitive surface.

"Oh, God!" he murmured as the warmth of her breath enveloped his rod and Dot's hands began to play along the full length of it. Then she took small licks at the engorged bluntness of its head, like she was licking at a candy bar.

"Oh, my God!" he repeated as the delicious sensation rose steadily inside his tormented cock. "Your mouth feels like hot butter."

Her fingers were working steadily at his thick foreskin, pulling it back and forth almost to the top of his cock and then letting it slide back so that his hardened penis arched tautly into her waiting mouth. Then her lips smothered his entire cock, and her head moved with great deliberation downward, allowing the full length of his disappearing rod to be engulfed by her mouth.

Tim's hard long prick lay trapped by the smooth encasement of Dot's mouth and throat. He could feel the sharp tantalizing edges of her teeth as they toyed with the bulk of his shaft.

"Ooooooh!" he moaned. He had never imagined that she would be doing this to him. If only he could get Kate to do it, then he would have it made! God, she really knew what she was doing! He could see the top of her head moving up and down, and every now and then when she came up, she would look up at him as if to make sure that he was enjoying it.

The hot, wet contact of her mouth manipulated him expertly and he kept wondering how she was getting the full length of him so far inside her throat without choking. She sucked hard and then soft, dry and then wet, until Tim felt himself tingling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He wondered if there would be anything left of him once she had finished.

When he could bear it no more, he grabbed her small dark head in his hands with a low growl of lust, and, pushing his pelvis up, he rammed the spongy head of his cock so far into the depths of her throat that he could feel her jaws straining to accommodate it, and she sputtered, choking with the bulk of it. But he held on tight. He could feel the semen coming from far away, coming fast as his body was inundated with the liquid heat of orgasm.

"Yeah! Yeah!" he cried as he plunged obscenely into her wide open mouth. "Oh, suck it, baby… suck it!" And with one last back-breaking thrust he jammed his jerking cock into her mouth and when it had touched the very back of her throat he spewed forth stream after stream of the hot liquid semen deep down into the gulping recess of her choking gullet.

"Good-bye Kate… Be seeing you soon," Sam Dagon put the receiver down softly in its cradle. She was working out just fine. He had been right about staying away. It had been two weeks since that night in the library, and his absence had enabled her to get over the initial shock of her first night at Dagon Manor.

He put a match to the tip of one of his specially blended cigars and leaned back to watch the evening news on the color TV in his suite at the Fairlaine. His business had been completed days ago, but as he was particularly anxious to have his plans for Kate work out just as smoothly as possible, he remained in San Francisco a little while longer.

Giving her the party to organize had been a stroke of genius, he thought. He had figured that that would be just the kind of thing she'd like and he was right.

The phone rang, and he reached out to pick it up. "Yes… Send her right up…" he said.

A few minutes later Dot was sitting dutifully on Sam's lap while his hand searched beneath her short black skirt.

"Tell me more Dot…" he urged her as his hand explored higher. "Tell me all about that husband of hers… There's a good girl!"

The cigarette had burned down only about half way before Kate took a long drag on it and stubbed it out.

"God…" she thought… "Everyone else has stopped smoking and here I am, just taking it up! What's wrong with me?"

She looked around the large room that both she and Tim had been using as an office for the last two weeks. She never ceased to be impressed by its beauty and its elegance… but her mind was still often preoccupied with Sam Dagon. What a strange man he was! She hadn't even seen him since that first night. Thank heavens! And yet his ghost seemed to lurk around every corner of the house. But he had called every day to give her complete instructions about what he wanted her to do, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.

It had been puzzling to say the least, but gradually Kate had begun to forget some of the horror she had felt that night, replacing it with a growing interest in the workings of the huge household. She found that she actually had a lot to do at the beginning… There were many things that she wanted to change according to her own likings and there were many files that needed reorganizing at the start. But she could see that once that part was taken care of she would only have about two or three hours of real work a day.

She had originally thought of quitting but Tim was so taken with the place and caught up in what he was doing, that she knew it would be no use suggesting to him that they leave… without telling him the whole truth about what had transpired that night in the library… and that she could never do!

But something seemed to be wrong between them anyway… something that she couldn't fathom. Tim had been treating her with an almost alarming degree of flippancy for the past two weeks since they had been there, and she didn't know why or what to do about it. He seemed perfectly happy, even ecstatic at times about being in the country and having the entire place mostly to themselves the majority of the time, but whenever they were alone together at night he either ignored her or was down right rude to her. Even her prettiest nightgown didn't seem to help.

She tried to focus all her attention on the upcoming party. Sam had made it clear on the phone that she was somehow being tested by the way she organized this affair and she had been busy for days calling people and sending notes, using phone numbers and addresses from Dagon's private files. Some of the names of the people had really surprised her. Movie stars, politicians, people in the public eye that she had never expected to meet in this lifetime were all invited and so far all of those she had reached had seemed overjoyed at the prospect of a party at Sam Dagon's. Apparently he gave one big bash every year… and all his friends looked forward to it with great anticipation.

At Sam's bidding, Kate drove into San Francisco one day to purchase several hundred dollars worth of clothes from Magnin's and including a special dress for the party. He had insisted she drive the new Maserati he had just bought and, feeling a little self-conscious, she had complied. What an incredible feeling it had been. She had never in her life been able to go into a store like that and know that she could have just about any dress she looked at! She had returned to the house and spread them all out for Tim to see, but he had just grunted and gone off to look at something "of importance" he said. So Kate had taken the clothes upstairs and tried them all on, one by one in front of the bedroom mirror.

Time passed swiftly and Kate consulted daily with Pierre about the party menu and helped him to do the ordering. Help had to be hired for the party itself, bartenders, waiters and the like and Kate attended to that. She had come a long way from waiting on tables at Alfie's!

But at night she slept poorly, beside a snoring Tim, spread out on his back so that she couldn't even hug him. They had made love two times since their arrival at the manor, but each time, Tim had seemed distant and almost bored. Only the excitement of the party kept her from bogging down completely in a deep depression. That night she would be beautiful, irresistible… strong. Sam was expected back that morning and she would be strong enough to face him, too. An odd curiosity about him had begun to grow inside her especially since Tim had been almost totally neglecting to recognize her as a woman recently. At least there was no doubt as far as that was concerned about Sam Dagon! Her face reddened at the thought of it!