Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

She felt his wet, pursuing tongue attempting to insert itself between her tightly pursed lips, and when she opened her mouth to cry out in protest, he slipped it hotly into her mouth.

His hands kept stroking at her breasts and then began to rove the full length of her body, over her flat belly and down to her thighs, which were exposed by her hiked up skirt. Her stockings covered most of the smooth white flesh where her garter belt caught the filmy material and held it up. Sam went straight for the warmth of her creamy thighs, savoring the silky skin beneath his fingers as though it were some precious material he was contemplating buying.

"Oh, no," she thought. "NO!" A million thoughts went racing through her brain… thoughts of Tim at home… what would he think! Of her mother… of her virginity, which she had so carefully saved for Tim… of the promise she had made to herself to never have any kind of sexual relations with anyone but her husband… and here she was being forced to submit to this man's lewd, forced touches.

"No…" she gasped, sensing that a crucial moment had come and that she was now really helpless.

Managing to pull her head back slightly from his probing tongue as she spoke out her desperation, her breath coming haltingly… "You can't be serious… Please let me go!" she urged.

To her surprise, he answered, "All right," and abruptly let her loose. He sat up behind the steering wheel and slowly adjusted his tie.

"Sorry," he said, turning the key in the ignition… "That won't happen again."

"Again!" Kate thought… pulling down her skirt and adjusting her suit. "If I can just get home," she thought, "I never want to see this madman again." She sat squirming way over in her corner of the car, keeping as much distance as possible between them. Her heart beat wildly in her throat and blood pounded against her temples. The motor raced and Kate could see that Sam had placed the car in reverse gear. Kate realized that she was covered with nervous perspiration. She was stunned, and hardly knew what to do; whether she should jump out of the car and try to get home on her own or trust him to take her home now. The car started pulling backwards before she could make up her mind.

"What I actually brought you here for, Kate," Sam began looking in the rear view mirror, "Was not to attack you. But you are such a terribly attractive young lady. I must admit I've been thinking about you for quite some time. However…" The car suddenly stopped and he turned and calmly looked at her. "What I really would like to do is offer you a job. One that will be not nearly as demanding as the one you have now. One where your beauty and charm will be appreciated. Not to mention the pay, which will be in the area of $250 a week to start…"

Kate remained silent, at first paying no attention to what he was saying, but as he continued, she began to wonder how serious he was about what he was saying… not that she was interested… but still…

"You would be my housekeeper, in essence, although not in the old sense of the word. I need someone to be a hostess for my parties, to coordinate the comings and goings of the servants, to make sure that all goes smoothly at my estate. You see, I travel a lot, and…"

"Mr. Dagon," Kate interrupted icily… "Aside from the fact that I don't want to see you again… your job offer might be of interest to a single girl… but I am married, a fact that you seem to have completely overlooked!"

"Oh, no I haven't overlooked that, Kate," he started the car up again, swinging around and heading back out of the park the way they had come.

"You see, I really need a kind of overseer for the grounds, too… actually the job would be perfect for a young couple. I know you can't give me an answer now, and I don't want you to, after what just happened, but I want you to think about it later… It might be just the thing for you and your husband, until that book of his gets published. Oh, yes, and, of course, there are no strings attached. Besides, your husband will be there…"

Kate remained silent until she caught sight of the familiar surroundings of Potrero Hill.

"Left at the next corner," she said. She just wanted to get inside her apartment and close the door, but still, in spite of herself, Sam Dagon's words were swimming around in her mind.

"Again my apologies," Dagon called out of the door and Kate hurriedly stepped out in front of the wooden, two story building. "And promise me you'll think about what I said!"

Kate kept walking without turning around to look as Dagon pulled away. Then as she got to the top of the steps she turned and watched as the big car turned the corner. She realized that her knees were weak and she felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her hand was shaking as she placed the key in the lock. She had never in her life had such a terrible experience.

She entered the apartment as quietly as she could. She and Tim had the downstairs apartment in the building… and she could see that Tim was most certainly asleep in the bedroom. All the lights were out with the exception of the night-light that he kept lit for her in the living room. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was indeed asleep, not knowing just how to cope with what had just happened. She couldn't really tell him about it because she felt oddly responsible for what had happened, as though she had led Dagon on… when she knew that that wasn't true. As she tiptoed into the bathroom, she felt the strange tremor in the bottom of her stomach again. The memory of Dagon's hand touching her sent a chill through her as she closed the bathroom door, and she knew that what was really bothering her was the fact that she had had a moment of pleasure… a split second granted, but pleasure right on.

She washed hurriedly and put on her nightgown in the bathroom, before going into the bedroom. In the darkness, she could make out Tim's prone figure tangled in the blankets of the bed. His heavy breathing filled the room, and she knew that he wouldn't awaken easily. A stab of anger swept through her… there he was sound asleep, having done nothing all day probably… while she had worked all those hours at Alfie's and then had that horrible experience! For a moment it seemed like the whole thing was his fault… his fault for not working at some kind of regular job… any job so that she wouldn't have to be placed in such a position.

She turned on a small lamp and stood at the dresser, undoing her cold cream jar, Tim's reflection mirrored in the glass before her. As she slowly creamed her face, tears welled up in her eyes… it just wasn't fair… none of it was fair…! She was tired of being so good, so understanding about everything! There spread out on the dresser were the turn off notices for the electricity, the overdue rent bill, and the water bill which would have to be paid by the end of the week.

"Oh, God," she thought… "Why can't he take care of it, why do I have to even think about it?"

The angry tears streamed down her face as she brushed her long glistening hairdo, and then fastened it behind her head with a hair piece. She went to the bed and pulled some of the covers away from Jim so that she could have some for her side. He grumbled sleepily and turned over, taking most of the blankets back with him.

"Damn you…" she said in a loud fierce whisper… "Damn you, anyway!!"

Kate stirred lazily in bed. It felt so nice and warm beneath the covers that she had completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that the memory of it all came back to her in vivid detail.

"Oooooooh," she moaned and turned over, pulling the sheet up so that her head was almost covered. Then, she sat up abruptly and looked at the other side of the bed. Tim was up… What time was it anyway? Sun streamed in through the window, and she could tell that she had slept much later than usual.