Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Tim breathed a sigh of relief and cast a glance around the smoky room. It seemed as though he had been down there forever… It was wonderful! Some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen were there… and now many of them were partially undressed.

"Oh, brother!" he said… He couldn't believe his luck. Ever since he had been at Dagon Manor, things had been going his way. And it was about time. True, he hadn't done much writing, but that would come… there was plenty of time, he reasoned. Besides, his outlook on life was changing so much that he might want to write about something completely different. It would take time to think it out.

Dot had been taking up every spare moment he had since that first day in the maze of hedges. He had never even dreamed that one woman could think of so many different ways to do it! Whoever started that stuff about French girls knew what he was talking about. What really got him though was that she wasn't jealous. He could tell she was crazy about him and yet she was always talking about other girls to him, asking him about what he did and what he liked to do. It was exciting as hell! And now she finally pulled through with an orgy.

It's a good thing Kate is all hepped up about her new job, he thought. It annoyed him to see her changing, wearing all those fancy clothes and acting so damned efficient, but at the same time, he couldn't really complain… It gave him more time to be with Dot.

Tim's fly was unzipped now and his big cock rose obscenely from his pants, while Dot's hand playfully moved up and down the smoothness of its length.

As his thoughts grew more and more vague, Tim abandoned himself willingly to the erotic French girl. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of love-making coming from assorted couples around him, and he knew he would be good for as many combinations as they could throw at him. His hand slipped up the back of Dot's dress and encountered her bare flesh. A shiver went through his body as his cock jerked wildly in Dot's hand. She wasn't wearing any pants!

"Well, tomorrow is your birthday, isn't it?" Sam Dagon lit the last candle on the huge cake that he had prepared. "And it is now…" he paused looking at his pocket watch, "two minutes to midnight. We can begin the celebration very shortly. I can't tell you how worried I was that I wouldn't locate you before midnight!"

"Sam… this is so… strange…" Kate felt her flesh crawling… He had insisted on bringing her to this room in a wing of the house that she had never seen. Her protests had done no good whatsoever and she had had to swallow her tears and follow him down the hall and up the back stairs. They had passed some members of the party who were wandering about the house and they had wished them a pleasant evening. Kate was upset and embarrassed because she knew that they thought that she and Sam were lovers. The room was filled with gaily wrapped packages and in the center of it stood a large oak table spread with every delicacy imaginable, including the birthday cake.

"But I don't even remember telling you…"

"But you did… We all forget things sometimes… Don't worry about it. What is important is that we enjoy this life while we are still among the living!" Sam deftly opened the champagne bottle and filled two crystal glasses to the brim.

Kate took hers, her hand trembling when she touched the slender stemmed glass to her lips.

It was all too confusing. She just didn't understand anything anymore. The more she thought about Tim downstairs with that girl, the angrier she got. And heaven knew what they were doing by this time! And now this! She looked around her… all those packages couldn't be for her… It didn't make any sense. It was true her birthday was the next day… and she was almost sure that Tim had forgotten… God! They hadn't even been married a year.

The champagne sparkled its way down her throat and hit her stomach. She realized that she hadn't had anything to eat at all that day. The party preparations had taken every moment she had and she was too nervous to eat anyway.

"Kate… I want to tell you how very pleased I am with what you've done. You've done an excellent job. I have had other assistants… but none with your… how shall I put it…? Flair."

Sam Dagon sat comfortably across from Kate watching her carefully. He guessed what had happened that had upset her so. All he didn't know was at what point in the discotheque orgy she had caught Tim.

Well, he would make her stop thinking about that soon enough, he thought.

"I'm sorry you've had to go through these few rough days, my dear," he said, knowing his words would have a double meaning for her… "But I assure you, it will be smooth sailing from now on in!"

Kate looked at Sam over the top of her glass. The champagne was making her feel a little better. If he only knew just how rough it had been, she thought. What kind of man are you anyway… she thought. Something akin to hatred passed through her at the sight of Dagon's self-assurance. What problems did he have? With all his money he could pay people to have problems for him!

And yet, it was hard not to admire his looks, his poise. It was very hard for her not to think about those packages… and not to be impressed by the fact that he had chosen to remember her birthday in such a grandiose manner. A far cry from Tim… She downed the rest of the champagne in the glass defiantly… Well, she thought… If Tim was going to have a good time… she was too! Darn him anyway! Why should she suffer for a no good louse. Her mother's words swam through her head as though carried on a stream of champagne… "I hope he doesn't turn out to be no-good… oh, still unemployed… remember your health… I hope he'll take good care of you…"

Her mother would like Sam Dagon… she thought, looking up at him again as he refilled her glass. He had every thing she had always told her to look for in a husband… money, position, power, looks… and all the things she had studiously avoided looking for… love was what she had wanted… love… disregarding all other considerations.

But, it was Sam Dagon who had done that horrible, ugly sexual thing to her! The memory of his head buried between her parted thighs surged into her head and she almost choked as she tried to swallow.

Sam jumped up and patted her forcefully on the back.

"Don't touch me…" she cried, standing up and moving away from him.

Sam looked surprised. "Of course not," he said. "Please… sit back down. You can't blame me though, for thinking that perhaps you might like me to touch you?"

He stared directly into her eyes, forcing her by sheer will power to look at him. Forcing her to remember each little detail of her position that evening in the library.

"Of course," he continued, "perhaps you prefer my tongue." He said it flatly and without expression and watched Kate sit frozen to her seat, a pained expression on her face.

"You know, Kate," he said, "I know you pretty well." He paused. "Perhaps even better than you know yourself."

Kate felt her blood run cold. It's true, she thought… every word he says is true. His eyes continued to hold her's hypnotically and watched, terrified, as Sam rose once more from his seat and approached her. She did not know if she would have the strength to resist him… and yet she knew she must. Had anyone ever resisted him? It seemed as though it would take a will of iron the way she felt at that moment. His piercing dark eyes allowed no weakness of hers to go unnoticed. He had seen it all!

"Gemini…" he was saying… "You're a Gemini… I am well aware of the dual nature of your horoscope… Oh… that's right, you're an unbeliever, aren't you? Well… It's just a little hobby of mine… but at times it's amazingly accurate. In your case, for example… But we will talk of all this later… Now there are other… more important things to take care of…"