Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

"Will you do just as I say at all times?" Sam asked her.

Kate hesitated, thinking of Tule Hasan and his agent… she still couldn't quite accept what had happened, even though she had tried to rationalize the whole thing.

"There is nothing wrong with the human body, my love… and I believe in enjoying its pleasure to the fullest. You will have to go along with me on this if we're going to be a team! Not only go along, love… but I'll be expecting you to take the initiative on certain occasions!"

His rock-hard penis executed a little jump at the farthest end of her filled vagina, causing Kate to moan with the renewed excitation of her womb. She felt so wet and warm between her legs, where she could feel the seeping of Sam's sperm mingled with her own lubricating fluids. Sam's hairy chest tickled at her hard nipples, his body hot against hers. She was intoxicated by his powerful aura, his expert lovemaking. At that moment she was beginning to think that she would be able to do anything he asked her to do… anything at all.

"I'll try…" she whispered, pulling him closer to her. Her hands played up and down his back enjoying the hard muscles beneath the smooth tawny skin. "Oh, God," she thought… "I love him. I really love him!"

Sam playfully withdrew his enormous member from its snug confines, holding it just outside of Kate's tingling cunt, then he pushed it all the way in, until its full length was imbedded to the hilt in her velvety depths. The entrance of his cock made a soft wet noise as it slid into the moist passageway.

"Umph!" Kate grunted, lust flowing fast through her veins as once more she wrapped her long sensuous legs around Sam's back, drawing him in, locking him to her wide-stretched crotch.

Long, smooth strokes, hard and swift, poking into her as though he were churning butter with his cock… Sam fucked her well, but his mind was elsewhere. Without losing a stroke, he reached out behind the couch and pressed a buzzer. If this worked, he knew there would be no turning back for Kate and he could count on her.

Kate looked up through blurry eyes, red and swollen from the exertions of lovemaking.

"Dot!" Her first impulse was to jump up and scratch the French girl's eyes out, but she held herself back. Sam must have asked her to come here… but while they were making love!? Kate had gotten half-dressed by the time the girl came in, wearing nothing but her panties and a bra, both of matching cream-colored satin… presents from Sam, and Sam was sitting behind his desk wearing his black silk lounging robe and smoking a cigar.

Dot looked at Kate and with her usual good nature, smiled and said, "Bonjour!" Then she let off a stream of French to Sam that Kate's high school French could not follow. Sam answered her briefly and nodded toward Kate.

Kate thought she was going to explode from anger if someone didn't explain something in English soon. Perhaps Dot was here to apologize to her about Tim… Well, it no longer mattered… she wanted to hear nothing about Tim… nothing whatsoever!

"Kate, darling," Sam said. "This will be more in the order of a lesson than anything else… of course, you can make of it what you like… but I want you to retain what is going to happen so that you will be able to do this yourself in the future!"

"What? Do what?" Kate asked. She had been sitting in a chair facing the desk and now she pulled herself up halfway, the tendons in her hands standing out tautly as she gripped the arms of the chair.

"A little diversion…" Sam said… "With Dot."

"Sam," Kate swallowed hard. "If you mean what I think… I thought…" she stuttered weakly. "I'm sorry but I-I just can't…"

Sam stood up, pulling his robe belt tight around him.

"Of course you can… You just told me you could do anything for me!"

"But I didn't mean…"

A menacing glare transformed Sam's usually peaceful features and Kate felt suddenly cold. How could everything crumble like this so suddenly?

"I thought we had made an arrangement!" Sam said with mock sadness. "I'm disappointed in you."

Kate's head began to ache and her chills had turned to hot flashes.

Dot stood by watching impassively. She found it very amusing. Sam certainly did have some entertaining ideas… first the husband and now the wife!

Kate lowered her head, and when she raised it again her eyes were glistening with tears. She looked at Dot with her mouth open, but no words came. They were both waiting for her to say something. She felt as though a hot spotlight had been turned on her and that she was in the proverbial "hot seat" being given the third degree. Her hands trembled visibly and her lower lip quivered with apprehension.

She dared not look at Sam again, because she knew it would be too painful. What choices did she have! If she left Sam now she would be back where she started… only worse maybe, with no husband, no job… nothing. She could always get another job waiting on tables, but the very thought brought knots to her stomach. Apart from the feelings she had for Sam, positions like the one he was giving her didn't come around every day… she couldn't even type so secretarial work was out…

"All right, Sam," she said, her face burning. "What… what shall I do?" She looked over again at the French girl who was leaning nonchalantly against the bookshelves waiting for them to make up their minds.

Sam smiled. He knew she'd pull through.

"Well, first of all, we'll get you two girls together in the alcove… Yes, I think that's the best place!" He moved out from behind the desk, rubbing his hands together.

Kate rose and stumbled toward the alcove. She felt their eyes on her back as she walked. She knew they were looking at the way her buttocks moved below the skimpy panties she had worn. But that sight had been meant for Sam's eyes, and for his alone. Not for this woman… this creature who had seduced her husband… or had it been the other way around?

They reached the alcove and Kate felt herself grow dizzy and stopped to steady herself against a table that held a big globe that was centuries old. This was just awful! He was going to ask her to do what to her was the most immoral thing she could think of. The thought of it was disgusting… A woman with another woman… God, had she stooped so low that she would allow this to happen to her too… this, after everything else she had been through?

"I won't do it," she told herself fiercely… "I can't!" She looked wildly about her as though the walls might open up, allowing her a quick means of escape. But there was no exit and she was still standing there, clothed in the undies that were an embarrassment to her.

"All right, Dot… go to work on her… want to see you do a good job too… this is important."

Dot smiled at Sam wickedly. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she asked. Then she moved toward Kate who was still standing uncertainly by the table.

Kate put her hand to her breasts, the tops of which were exploding over the small under-cups of her bra, as if to protect them from this small woman who was approaching her. But Dot reached behind Kate and deftly undid the back of her bra, causing it to fall to the floor with a small plop. Kate's nails dug into her own back as her arms went around her bared bosom, covering the large pink nipples, but little else of the enormous globes.

"MMMMMmmmmm…" Dot said. "You are big. About like me… see?" She lifted up her sweater revealing bare breasts of about the same astounding proportions as Kate's. "Must be why your man likes them!" Dot continued.

Kate burst into tears. It was hopeless… she was defenseless before these perverted people. She stood there, her entire body quaking and trembling, while Sam and Dot watched. But her hands had gone up to her face, leaving a complete view of her nipples and Dot took advantage of this by reaching out and tweaking both of them.