Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Kate almost jumped out of her skin, stepping quickly backwards and away from Dot. But Sam's voice brought her sharply to attention.

"Come on, Kate… Let's get on with it," he said sharply.

Dot grabbed Kate by the hand and pulled her over to the couch forcing her to sit down. Kate lifted her hips and allowed her to pull off her panties, sitting as if in a daze, her face pale and expressionless. Her bulbous breasts shivered slightly and the nipples were now stiff and hard from her fear.

"Lie back, cherie," Dot said. "I won't hurt you… How can l? I am just a woman. I have not got an enormous prick like a man. What is the matter with you?" Dot did not wait for an answer, she pushed Kate down on the couch, so that she was lying slouched, with her back against the big, leather pillows and her feet still firmly planted on the floor.

Dot looked at her a moment and then quickly undressed in front of her. Sam meanwhile had taken a seat near the entrance to the alcove. The sight of the two incredibly formed women together was truly exciting.

God, he thought… they were made for fucking… both of them!

Kate with a figure like some fantasy creature, perfect in every way… full firm breasts that jutted out above a slender torso and tiny waist. Hips that someone must have dreamed up, thighs and legs made for wrapping around a man's back. God, she was magnificent! And Dot, whose short dark hair made a perfect contrast to Kate's long blonde hair, with her equally fabulous breasts and slender hips almost like a boy's.

He watched as Dot nimbly got to her knees in front of Kate and then matter-of-factly parted the blonde woman's legs, revealing the vulnerable young vaginal slit that he had plundered so many times earlier in the day. His prick made a jump as he watched the look of mortification on Kate's face as Dot pried her legs even farther apart after Kate had made an attempt to close them again.

"Oh… ca suffit," she cried out angrily… "Let me do what I must do!"

"You heard her, Kate," Sam called over… "Be a good girl!"

Obediently, Kate let her legs remain parted, lying back again quietly. She was so ashamed she didn't know what to do. She felt utterly naked, more vulnerable than she had ever been before, as the tears streaked jagged little paths down her cheeks. She knew that Dot was staring right into her crotch, and that Sam was sitting by the door in his robe, watching every thing that happened.

It was vile, dirty. She was trapped like some school girl who had made the mistake of getting into a passing motorist's car.

She cried out in shame and horror as Dot's fingers touched the tender lips of her vagina.

"Oh, oh!" Dot said. "Excited already aren't you… it will feel good I guarantee." She looked over at Sam, who nodded to her by way of assurance. Her fingers continued to explore the still moist pit of Kate's warm pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive organ. With an expert touch her thumb smoothed around Kate's clitoris while her fingers began to slip teasingly into her vagina.

Kate knew that she was now among the lowest of the low… Her eyes tightly shut, she endured the obscene touches, telling herself that the sooner she cooperated the sooner it would be over. Sam's voice was coming across the room to her ears… "Relax… Relax…" But it did no good. She was no lesbian. How could he do this to her?

Dot's fingers were now all the way inside of her, plunging up higher and Kate tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent her from going further. But Dot wedged her entire body in between Kate's shapely legs, pressing her breasts up against Kate's naked genitals as she did so.

"She's tight," she called over to Sam. "How did you ever get such a big cock like yours inside of her?"

"Oh, I got inside all right," Sam answered. "Don't you worry about that! Feels good doesn't it?"

"Not bad… very soft, very wet," Dot answered, twisting her fingers about sharply. Her nails scraped for an instant against the walls of Kate's vagina, tearing at the flesh, and Kate bit her lips, gasping in pain.

Then it happened again, the sheer perversion of what was happening turned her around inside so that she began to get excited. The feminine thumb toying with her clitoris and the steady rhythm with which Dot plunged her fingers inside her aching cunt… Sam sitting there… What was he making of her? A whore…

Did she love him so much that she would do even this? Do it and enjoy it? The answer seemed to be yes, as the hand at her pussy began to gently twirl about inside her, causing a delicate sensation, quite different from anything she had ever felt before. There was something subtle and odd about it that made her flesh crawl. Delicious spasms of lust climbed up her spine as with a shiver of surrender. Kate untensed her legs, involuntarily stretching them still wider apart. When she opened her eyes, Dot was staring right at her, a lewd expression on her face, and Kate tried to fight back the unmistakable pleasure she was feeling. But fighting it only made it grow more intense, and her vagina felt like a magnet, attracting Dot's fingers ever deeper inside. Her body seemed parched with longing as she began to squirm about on the leather couch.

"C'est deliceux, n'est-ce pas?" Dot tormented, looking her straight in the eye.

Kate's French was good enough to know what Dot was talking about. Yes, indeed it was delicious, uncommonly delicious, but she could only bring herself to moan helplessly in humiliation and turn her head away, avoiding Dot's eyes.

But this last confrontation only served to increase the masochistic excitement and she knew there was no more fighting it back.

"Sam, come look at her now… she's loving it."

Kate could hear Sam's soft footsteps on the rug coming closer, but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Her cunt was just one big ache now as Dot worked harder and harder, warming to her task. It was disgusting… unbelievable, and yet… oh, God, she had to have it go on, it was getting better and better, this woman's hand at her private genitals, torturing her with unwanted lust.

Her hips jerked up and around and she lewdly spread her legs wider, forcing Dot's hand deeper into her damp pussy. She had to make it go on and on and on!

"OH OH OH!" she began to scream, writhing about on the couch… "Oh," she gave another jerk and slipped down off the couch, sending Dot sprawling in front of her. But Dot did not waste a moment. In a flash, she was back on her knees in front of Kate's widespread legs… this time they were both on the soft steer-hide rug that covered the alcove.

"Aaaaahh… oooohhh aaaaaallh!" Kate cried as she filled again at the touch of the insistent hand. It was beautiful bliss, at last she was at the breaking point, no longer aware of anything around her. It went on and on, a sweet climax that choked her with its intensity.

A voice sounded in her head… a scream… and dimly she was aware that it was her own voice, her own cry of heavenly release.

Sam threw off his robe and quickly stepped in and separated the two women. His mouth was dry, and he was overcome with emotion by the sight he had just witnessed. She had relaxed all right… she'd almost enjoyed it too much. What she needed was another taste of a man's cock, he decided, and that went for Dot too.

First he shoved his cock into Kate's wet and pulsating cunt, still trembling from her recent orgasm, crying out himself as he felt its warm slippery sheath close in on him. His big stiff penis stuffed into her so hard that he was almost picking her entire ass and legs off the floor with each blow.

"Ugh! Ugh!" His grunts resounded in the alcove, while Dot looked on. Kate screamed with masochistic pain… but he didn't seem to care that he was hurting her and continued bucking into her like a madman, his teeth clenched savagely, an evil grin on his face.