Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

The night before the party when she had longed to have Tim take her in his arms to hold her to him, at least, and tell her what a good job she was doing… Tim pleaded exhaustion and fell asleep almost the minute his head hit the pillows. She knew he couldn't be that exhausted! There just wasn't that much work that he had to do! She turned away and softly cried into the pillow beside his sleeping form, feeling pangs of frustration build in her body. Eventually her thoughts unwillingly turned to Sam Dagon. And equally unwillingly her hand went down to the soft vaginal slit between her thighs where it fingered until she suddenly sighed, her clitoris gently quivering in a tremulous climax, Kate fell off to a troubled sleep.

The living room was humming. It was only ten-thirty and already scores of people had arrived as Kate stood near the door watching, welcoming those who entered while a special guard who attended all of Dagon's parties dressed in black tie, stood at her side and carefully surveyed the arrivals for any uninvited interlopers.

Kate was resplendent in her new brocade dress that fit every curve of her body to perfection. Her long legs and thighs were appealingly revealed by its short skirt. The deep burgundy and gold color set off her shining blonde hair to perfection. She felt highly nervous, but strangely in her element. She knew that she was just as beautiful as the most beautiful women who were arriving, some of them international movie stars! And the fact that she had arranged everything made her proud. After a while she began to relax more and to circulate among the guests. She had hardly seen Sam since his arrival early that morning. He had stayed in his rooms and only came down once the party had begun. It seemed odd that he didn't want to have more to do with his own party than that, but it occurred to her that perhaps he trusted her to have made everything the way he had asked.

It looked as though it was going to be quite a party. Music from a famous rock hand floated in from the terrace where beautiful people danced frantically beside the pool. Kate passed from group to group, watching as longhaired youths mixed with staid matrons and young girls flirted with old bearded gentlemen. One famous politician seemed just about ready to pounce on a young girl near the piano. The crowd was swelling by the minute and Kate was happily caught up in the mad swirl of human bodies, smoking, drinking, laughing loudly about her. Several young men tried to flirt with her and someone pinched her, but she was unable to make out just who it was from the row of smiling faces behind her. She realized that she hadn't seen Tim in some time, and her feeling of sadness returned to her, full force. She began looking for him, moving from room to room. He wasn't out on the terrace or in the large dining room where the guests were enjoying a buffet dinner of chateaubriand made to order with onions and capers or oysters, lobsters, clams on the half shell, roasted ducklings, every vegetable imaginable, raw and exquisitely prepared by Chef Pierre. Waiters circulated with trays of drinks which they got from the well-stocked bar which had been set up in the dining room.

There was only one other place that Kate hoped to find Tim and that was downstairs in the cave discotheque. She descended the round circular staircase to the strains of Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones, playing very loud through the many speakers. Then, she stood poised at the rounded entranceway to the small room. Smoke was curling toward the ceiling and there were so many people dancing that she could hardly make out a face. She sniffed. That smoke certainly did smell strange… someone must be smoking a strange kind of cigarette, she thought. Then she thought she made out Tim's tall form over toward a corner of the room. Yes, it was Tim… she started to wave to him… but then she realized that he would never see her through all those people. She stepped down another step, preparing to go in to talk to him, and then she saw that he was bending over… Horrified, she watched as he kissed hungrily the upturned face of a young girl. The girl was Dot!

Kate stood there a moment, her mouth hanging wide in shock. But suddenly in a flash, everything was very clear… why Tim had been acting so strangely for the last two weeks… why he was so tired at night! She could see him clutching at the young French girl as though his life depended on her, holding her low, his hands massaging her behind as they began to move in a slow rhythm to the insinuating music.

Kate turned and ran back up the stairs, hurriedly passing laughing couples who were on their way down to the cave. When she reached the main floor, she had no idea where she was going to go. She couldn't stay at the party the way she felt… it was as if her world had come to an end. Her marriage, her life… everything she had looked forward to as a little girl was gone. She continued to push past people on her way to the main stairway… she just had to go to her room to lie down. Every happy face she saw now, was a reminder of the ugly image of Tim and Dot… kissing obscenely there in front of everyone. What did he care if anyone saw him? It was just ghastly… memories of Dot's smug little smile came back to her. She had always thought that that was just the girl's manner… but now she knew that she was mocking her all along, making love to her husband right underneath her nose! And Tim… A fury rose beneath the pain and seemed to stick like a big lump in her throat.

A blur of faces converged on her and a group of playful people grabbed her up, making a circle around her, just as she was about to go up the stairs.

"What's the secret password?" they shouted… "The password!"

"Let me go!" Kate implored, trying hard to hold back her tears.

"That's it… that's the password!" a young girl screamed and they all laughed and let her loose.

Kate flew up the stairs and to the relative quiet of the second floor. Only a few more steps and she would be inside. She planned to lock the door and to never come out. She would pack her things, just the ones she had come with and she would leave…

But just as she was turning the door handle to their apartment a voice called out to her.

"Kate! What's wrong? Why aren't you downstairs?"

Kate turned to face Sam Dagon. Him! Of all people she wanted to see now… he was the last! He had hardly spoken two words to her that day and now he had to talk! She turned away.

"Leave me alone… Please… just leave me alone!"

"This weed sure is nice!" Tim pulled Dot still closer to him and did a lewd imitation of the latest dance step. Around them in the tiny "discotheque" couples embraced, some were wildly necking on the sofa that lined the dark room. Dot slowly pulled Tim over to one of the sofas, and he let himself be led. The smell of marijuana was thick in the enclosure of the cave, adding to the euphoric sensation he was experiencing. He lay back on the fur covered couch and closed his eyes, pulling Dot down on top of him.

He could hear little soft moans every now and then coming from the couches around him and it began to dawn on him that the group in the small cave was going to turn into an orgy. Excitement sparked through him as Dot's hands went tentatively down to his already bulging crotch. He had never participated in a real orgy although he'd always wanted to… and now he was going to get a chance! Then, vaguely, he remembered Kate… He hadn't really thought about her since he'd been downstairs… what if she were to come down and find him?

"Hey, baby…" he mumbled in Dot's ear. "This looks like it's gonna turn into a real thing!"

"Of course," Dot said… "It is understood… all those that come down here…" Her hand rubbed in slow motion at the bulk of his cock beneath the material of his pants. "Do not worry, mon cher… They are closing the door now… no one else will come!"