Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Molly and Craig Soames turned to appraise the newcomer and Sam Dagon could see the sharpened interest in Molly Soames' face when she looked at Tim. He had been right again. Molly was looking around for a new man again. It didn't take her long to wear out her frequent lovers and toss them away like worn-out shoes. Not that Craig didn't make her happy. It was just that a woman like Molly could never be satisfied with just one man. Craig knew it and accepted it, being more than a casual girl-chaser himself.

It was important to Sam that he remain in the Soames' good graces, not only because he had known them for a long time and he liked them, but because Craig was the one banker upon whom he could always count. When in his extensive wheeling and dealing he needed another enormous loan arranged or an extension or something which was not quite according to Brown, Craig was the man he saw. It was a mutually satisfactory arrangement; well worthwhile to Craig whose prestige among his fellow bankers grew each time he managed another large account that was invariably Sam Dagon's or someone that Sam had brought to him.

"Well, do come in and sit down," Molly said to Tim, batting her long eyelashes flirtatiously. "My, what an attractive husband you have," she said, removing her eyes briefly from Tim in order to look over at Kate.

"Some people think so…" Kate said, noncommittally, looking away. She was thinking about Craig Soames. He had been looking at her with open admiration since he and his wife had arrived and Kate knew that Sam expected her to sleep with him later. The idea disturbed her, but she was beginning to become curious about him, in spite of the remaining traces of a morality that was rapidly disappearing. She would be voluntarily and with premeditation sleeping with a man that she had just met… someone she had only known for a few hours! But Sam had said he was a big banker, someone vitally important to his welfare and her also by association.

Sam had told her he would be attractive and he had been right. Craig was an older man with graying hair but he seemed very refined, very English in a way, and his steely blue eyes were hard to avoid. Kate found herself looking deep into them at the oddest moments, when she hadn't even thought he would be looking at her. She was beginning to feel on pins and needles about the whole thing. She hoped it would run as smoothly as Sam had said it would… and that soon after dinner Tim would disappear with Kate. In spite of herself, a pang of jealousy sparked through her at the thought… but then she reminded herself that she didn't care and attempted to forget it. There was so much to think about!

Tim sat down where Sam motioned him to sit. He had hardly glanced at Sam, he realized, as he gazed across at Molly Soames. The introductions had been made and the polite phrases of greeting completed. Kate had only mumbled at him and he could hardly grab her right then. Things seemed to be getting away from him… he could feel it happening almost immediately as the five of them sat cozily drinking double Beefeater martinis.

Molly's hand was on his knees… she was making some point in the conversation, but Tim couldn't remember what it was about. He hoped he wouldn't be called upon to make a coherent comment about it! His eyes kept returning to Molly's dress. It was made out of one of those new diaphanous materials and her svelte figure snuggled beneath it, completely nude! She hadn't stood up yet, so he didn't know if one could see her pussy outline, but he sure as hell was looking straight at two of the sweetest breasts, nipples and all, he'd seen in a long while! He knew that according to his plan he should have made some very caustic comments to Sam by now, swift and debonair enough to make Kate sit up and take notice… all preparatory to the punch in the nose… but somehow his mind kept wandering. His second martini was making its effects known… it certainly did taste good! And he couldn't quite understand about Molly Soames… He could swear she was making the biggest play for him since the creation of man, and yet no one seemed to notice… or if they did they didn't seem to care, Molly's husband least of all!

By the time they went in to dinner, Tim and Molly were almost inseparable. He really couldn't take his eyes off her… Her long red hair cascaded down over her shoulders, curling up at the ends. Tim noticed that it bounced when she walked and that wasn't all that bounced!

Dinner was superb… But only Sam Dagon seemed collected enough to enjoy a hearty dinner. Kate and Tim were seated facing each other with Craig sitting next to Kate and Molly next to Tim. And none of them paid too much attention to the array of gourmet dishes that were served and then whisked away by a very amused Dot.

While they were still sitting at the table, Tim felt Molly's hand on his knee once more, only this time, it continued moving up, inching toward his thigh. He sat totally still, shocked by her audacity.

"God, she's going after my cock!" he thought… what will I do when she gets to it?

He didn't have long to wait to find out, for Molly's inquisitive hand went straight for his already bulging penis, smoothing up and down along the surface of his trousers. Tim knew that little beads of perspiration were beginning to start out all over his face and he could hardly hold his dessert spoon, his palm was so wet. He looked around at the others to see if they could tell what was happening, but no one seemed to be looking at him. He noticed that Kate and Craig were deep in some conversation… he only caught a couple of words here and there… something about decorating… but then he ceased thinking about it almost immediately as Molly's fingers dug softly into his rampant member, and he heard her whisper huskily to him.

"Let's get out of here…"

"But," he looked around at the others…

"No one cares…" Molly said urgently. Then she turned to Sam. "Tim and I would like to go discuss something privately… do you have any ideas?"

Sam smiled… "Of course… Why not the 'cave'… you've always liked the atmosphere down there, Molly… You know how to turn the music on don't you? Why don't you just run along and have your liqueurs down there… We'll all manage without you, I'm sure."

Tim blushed deep crimson. He'd never been in a situation like this one before that was for sure! He'd just have to deal with Kate later. This evening clearly was not the moment! Right now, he wanted to get his hands under that dress of Molly's… he was dying to feel her groaning under him. He bet she was a wild one all right!

Tim and Molly excused themselves and rapidly left the room, Tim leading the way down to the "cave". As they were descending the stairs, he cupped his hands under Molly's almost bare bottom and drew her to him, feeling the softness of her belly and the hardness of her sex mound pressing to his throbbing cock.

"Oh, baby… let's get that dress off of you! Come on!" He pulled her into the darkness of the cave and without bothering to turn on the lights, fell down with her to one of the many foam rubber pads that conveniently surrounded the walls.

Kate noticed when Tim and Molly got up to leave, but she had not heard where they were going. Craig Soames had been telling her about his ski lodge in Switzerland… expressing the hope that she and Sam would come to visit them there during the coming winter. His leg had been rubbing against hers all evening, and she was feeling a tell-tale moistness between her closely pressed thighs. Craig was a very exciting man. She looked over at Sam for some reassurance that everything was all right, and that this was indeed what he wanted her to do. And Sam smiled and nodded back to her.

"Well, well…" he said to them, "our forces seem to be dwindling. I won't pretend that I will be vexed if you wish to continue your discussion in private. I have some work to do. I may, however, join you later!"