Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Sam took hold of Kate's hand and she rose, following him, dreamlike, thinking all along… Oh, my God… Oh, my God! The champagne was making her feel dizzy and her thoughts were muddled. She knew that something was about to happen… something that would change her life forever… and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. Circumstances had conspired to trap her in this position and now she would have to follow through on it. It was all so unreal, and suddenly she understood those stories of women who found themselves fatally attracted to men they would never ordinarily dream of being involved with.

In spite of this, something inside her kept suggesting that maybe she did want to change her entire life. If it was so hard the other way… if the husband she had loved so dearly could do this to her… perhaps there were other values after all.

The candlelight flickered as she and Sam left the table. He led her to a door that she hadn't noticed before, and, opening it, led her inside. She knew before they got in what would be on the other side. A huge bed, covered with a beautiful brocade spread… that and a deep pile rug were the only things in the room.

They stood silently before the bed, and then Kate looked up at Sam. He gazed down at her and squeezed her hand slightly as if to reassure her.

Suddenly she felt like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world. Perhaps, she mused, as delicate tremors of excitement began to race through her, she had been wrong to turn down all those passes that customers had made at her.

Sam bent down and pulled her into his arms, crushing her yielding, voluptuous body to him and pressing his mouth to hers. The memory of what his kiss was like returned instantly and she knew that she had missed it. Missed the taste and smell of him. She thrust her tongue back sharply into the wet cavern of his mouth, breathing deeply as he kissed her back with animal-like passion. Her hurt and humiliation were gone and there seemed that nothing else existed but this place, this time, this man holding her so tightly… with more tenderness and yet more strength than her husband had ever shown her.

Slowly Sam began to undress her, removing the new dress that fit her so snugly with gentle hands. Next came her bra, releasing the large firm breasts to the touch of his experienced hands. He slipped down her panties and when she got to her feet, helped her step out of them. He reached up and undid her golden hair letting it fall to her shoulders, and soon she was standing nude before him with the exception of her garter belt, stockings and high heels.

He looked her over carefully. She looked even better than he had thought. The rosy tint of her skin glowed softly in the candlelight as he led her to the bed.

"Lie down," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Please," Kate felt her entire body burning with a new kind of heat at the sound of his voice. She was going to give herself to this man. She was going to voluntarily commit adultery with him! It was going to happen now… in just a few seconds on this very bed. And she knew that she had never wanted anything so badly in her life before.

She lay back, feeling the cool of the air caressing her unclothed body. He was looking at her nakedness, she knew, and yet she felt no shame, only a steadily rising excitement that she could hardly contain.

Sam undressed at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off of his prize for a moment.

You are everything and more that I have ever wanted, he said to her mentally, and tonight I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.

His eyes roamed over the shininess of her undone hair spread out on the dark coverlet of the bed, her cream-white shoulders and arms, the big breasts that softly formed round curves upon her chest, the small waist and well-rounded thighs… that soft tuft of pubic blondness below her belly.

"You were made for loving, Kate," he said aloud.

He was completely undressed now, standing before her. Kate looked up at him. She couldn't believe how beautiful he looked. She had never thought a man could be really beautiful, but he was. His body was perfectly proportioned with a muscularity that was hidden beneath a smooth even complexioned skin. The dark curls of his hair repeated themselves upon his chest, and his hips were slender. But then she saw that his penis was growing in size, even while she watched. It seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and in a few moments it was standing out thick and hard from his groin, like a huge, heavy spear. Her eyes grew round as she looked, fascinated. She had never seen a penis so big! Actually she had only seen her husband… and an occasional statue or photograph of a naked man… and their penises had been soft. But he was far bigger than Tim, bigger, longer and thicker.

My God, it was big!!

She was frightened all of a sudden at the thought that this lewd instrument was going to attempt to get inside her. It was impossible… it would never fit, she knew. It would never get inside her!

Sam was watching her expression and he guessed what she was going through.

"Is it big enough for you?" he asked, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Kate gulped and tried to speak, but she couldn't.

Sam stood for a moment longer, almost posing for her, letting her get a good look at his rising cock. He could tell she was afraid. He had seen that look before, and he knew that before long it would turn to another kind of look.

He started toward her.

"Saa… Sam," Kate stammered, having second thoughts now about the whole thing… But she knew that it didn't matter now what she said or did, or how she felt about it. It was going to happen, and there was no stopping it!

Sam crawled onto her outstretched body, letting himself down on her gently, and pushing his tongue between her protesting lips. With his thigh and knee he parted her legs, spreading them wide beneath him.

Crushed into the bed by his weight, feeling his tongue deep inside her mouth, Kate lay quivering, half fearful, half out of her mind with a tremulous anticipation. His enormous cock was resting against her thigh and its warmth seemed to penetrate her leg.

"Wider, Kate, spread your legs wider…" he urged. And almost in spite of herself she opened her thighs until her heels almost touched each side of the bed.

Sam pulled himself up, arms stiff, resting on either side of her. Then he took one hand and placed it between their legs, grasping his huge cock in his fingers. Then he pushed it forward, prodding with the smooth rubbery head at the pliant lips of Kate's gently quivering pussy.

She closed her eyes tight and turned her head to one side. "Oh, no!" she thought, shuddering at the contact… so personal… so odd… soft and yet rock-hard against the pink sensitivity of the entrance to her cunt. She didn't dare to breathe, fearing she might hasten what was to come. But it happened anyway.

"OOOOOOooooooooh!" she whimpered as she felt his prick began to push at the tender opening.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" He pushed again, harder this time, and the hard, red head of his cock slipped a few centimeters into the tight ring of her cunt. If she could have opened her legs wider, she could have relieved the unbearable pressure his cock was exerting on her. But she couldn't open up anymore. "Oh, it hurts! It hurts…" she writhed, and tried to squirm from beneath him, but he was too strong for her and held her fast, crushing down onto her. "It's too big…!" she screamed. "Please, you'll kill me… it's too big!"

But when she opened her eyes to see if her employer was paying any attention to her screams, she saw that there was a smile on his face. He was enjoying her screams! She watched with horror as his expression turned from one of pleasure to a contorted leer, and simultaneously, he pulled back from her.