Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

After a short while of this, he grabbed hold of Dot and forced her to straddle Kate's helpless, prone body. That way Dot's round white ass was directly in position for him to alternately ram it into her anus, when he had jerked his cock from Kate's ravaged vagina.

Dot screamed when she realized what Sam was going to do. He was much too big, and even though he had done it before, each time it hurt her so badly that she couldn't sit down comfortably for days. She let loose a stream of imprecations in French to Sam, but it was like music to his ears as he continued to force the big blood-filled head of his cock into her tight red anal passage. Her nether cheeks presented thus to him, seemed to be begging for it, and he rammed on in, enjoying every moment.

Dot was looking directly down into Kate's face, and their lips suddenly locked tightly together, tongues swirling, as Sam alternately plowed into their burning apertures. Dot's ass trembled as he parted the soft cheeks for each rough jab, and then brutally withdrew in order to stab again into Kate's wildly straining pussy.

It was a long, long while before the dual fucking was finished and Sam Dagon now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that now he had young Tim's wife in exactly the position he wanted her in… how sweet it was going to be… how sweet it was going to be…

Tim paced up and down in the living room of their apartment. Where was she anyway…? He couldn't imagine what had possessed him to treat her like that! He had been trying for two days to catch up with her, but she wouldn't even speak to him, and he didn't know where she was sleeping. If only I could talk to her, he thought. Damn… why did we ever come here! I was right at the beginning… why didn't I just stick with it? He winced as the memory of how Kate yelled and begged him to stop sodomizing her so brutally came back to him.

God, was he crazy or something, treating her like that? And all for what… It was true what she had said, he had been out fucking the little French bitch… not paying any attention to her… If she saw them like she said no wonder she had gone off the deep end. Old Dagon was probably waiting for her too!

Damn!

He took his topcoat and went out the door. Perhaps if he got some air, things would clear up in his head… and there was the slim chance that Kate might be outside. He felt sick as he traversed the tight and airy halls of Dagon Manor and he decided to stop on his way to his office to pick up some aspirin he had left there.

Once there he sat at his desk and gazed sadly out at the terrace. There were people at the pool. He rushed over to the window and peered out, totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes.

Kate and Dot were in the midst of an animated conversation, both stretched out on the colorful lounge chairs beside the pool.

What on earth did they have to talk about? His heart was pounding at the sight of Kate who looked incredibly beautiful to him in a small blue bikini that he had never seen before. He had to talk to her, he just had to!

He opened up the French doors and called out to her.

"Kate…"

He prayed under his breath that she would come, not even caring what Dot thought about the fact that he hadn't seen her in days… whereas they usually met at least once every day out by the hedge maze or in her room.

Kate looked up when she heard her name being called. She removed her big sunglasses and guarded her eyes with her hand. Squinting in the bright sunlight, she saw her husband standing at the office door.

What a bore, she thought. But she excused herself to Dot and got up from the chair, pulling the bottom of her suit down over one overly exposed buttock as she walked.

As she ambled slowly toward him, Tim wished that he could take her in his arms, but he didn't dare after what he had done to her the other day.

"Kate, baby!" he said, when she finally reached him.

Kate brushed past him and entered the office.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "doesn't look like you've done much work in the last few days."

Tim restrained himself from mentioning that she hadn't even set foot in the office since the day of the party.

"Honey…" he said… "you've got to come back… I'll make it up to you somehow… we've just got to get out of this place while we still can! Remember… I told you we shouldn't have come… I told you it would be…"

Kate interrupted him icily, "And what do you propose that we do for money? I suppose you want me to get my old job back at Alfie's while you continue to write that masterpiece of yours?"

"No… I…"

"Well, it won't do, Tim. You've got to offer me better than that! You go and get a job that will give us more money than I'm making right now and then come back and get me. And maybe… just maybe I'll go with you! Until then, I really don't care what you do!"

She turned and walked out, leaving her shattered husband standing there. He watched her walk away, his face red with the conflicting emotions that played in his head. Finally he shrugged and went back to his desk to look for the aspirin he had originally come to get.

The dinner party took place three days later. Since Tim had not yet seen fit to leave the premises, Sam decided to make good use of him. Molly and Craig Soames would like him, he decided, so he sent Tim a note suggesting rather strongly that he put in an appearance in the main salon that evening.

Tim received the note under his door where Dot had placed it. He had been brooding and staying to himself for the last three days. Every now and then he would go the typewriter and try to work, but it was no good, nothing came.

He kept hoping that Kate would appear, but she never did. The most he could hope for was a brief glimpse of her in the halls… and whenever she caught sight of him, the expression on her face made it clear she wished he would leave. But somehow he couldn't leave. It would be admitting defeat and he wasn't the kind to do that easily. Sam Dagon hadn't said boo to him, so he assumed that he wanted him to continue his duties at the manor; therefore, he decided he would stay until everything got resolved in one way or another.

When the note came inviting him to dinner that night, he was very pleased. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, but he knew that it would give him a chance to see Kate and Dagon at the same time. He visualized leaping up from the table, punching Sam Dagon in the nose, grabbing Kate and taking her out the big front door. What a pleasure that would be! Over and over he rehearsed the cutting words that he would fling at Dagon and at Kate too, if she got too sassy, and by the time he had donned his tux and stood tall and impeccably groomed in front of the mirror, he had worked himself into a nervous frenzy.

He walked through the halls, gazing at the pictures on the walls, portraits of Dagon's family, most of them, some landscapes and a sampling of still lifes. But he looked at the paintings without seeing, for he was still concentrating on what was about to take place, knowing that everything… his whole life hung on the evening's events.

The sound of laughter rose from the main salon to greet him as he descended the stairs and he realized for the first time that there would be other people attending the dinner party. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that! All his carefully rehearsed words had to be hastily revised and, by the time he was face to face with the small group, he was thoroughly confused.

Kate looked up from her seated position and annoyance danced in her eyes at the sight of her husband, but she knew that Sam was counting on her, so she tried to cover the look with one of indifference. Her long soft orange brushed wool skirt trailed to her toes as she uncurled her legs from the chair and stretched them out before her.