Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Tim pulled back, ready to screw into her again, feeling her smooth white buttocks shake at each contact with his tightly muscled stomach, making a loud SMACK as his long cock sunk into her velvety depths. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he quickened his pace, sweat dripping from his brow, his smooth chest glistening from exertion. Letting loose of her waist, he reached around her torso and cupped his hands around Kate's jiggling breasts, squeezing their bulk into her chest and pulling her sharply back and down on his rampant prick. He could see rivulets of perspiration pouring off of Kate's back as he controlled her body by the pressure of his hands on her breasts and his cock in her tormented vagina.

Chills rippled along his spine, making him groan as he heard her saying, "NO! NO!" and he realized that he must be hurting her, but he couldn't stop now. All of him was tensed maddeningly, straining to the breaking point as the friction grew hotter up and down on his driving cock and each time, he was striking into the softest, most vulnerable part of her.

Over and over he moaned, hearing Kate's cries only dimly now, muttering incoherently as his blood pounded wildly in his ears. The muscles of his stomach felt as though they might snap as suddenly it was happening, the warm semen was once more spewing forth in great jerking waves from his balls, traveling the full length of his cock and streaming into the hot cavern of Kate's cunt.

He screamed something incoherent, and fell forward, forcing Kate's body down flat beneath him, and then he lay there on top of her trying to catch his breath.

"Whew!" he said… and then by way of making up to Kate, "you're something else, baby… something else!"

Kate lay beneath him, her breasts hurt from his manipulations and from being crushed into the floor, even though the carpet was soft. She felt very strange, but how could she really protest to him about what had just happened. He seemed to have enjoyed it so much, and she supposed that that was all a part of a wife's duty. It was all very odd sometimes. So she tried to put her distress out of her mind telling herself that she was fortunate to have a husband who loved her and desired her so much.

Tim rolled over to the floor, and lay staring at the ceiling for a while. He was exhausted but he felt good. He was thinking about what Kate had been telling him earlier… about the two of them working up in Petaluma. Hadn't he been just a little too strong in refusing? After the scene they had just had, he didn't feel he had too much cause for being jealous of Kate… Besides, he would be around all the time anyway. It sure would beat her and her mother nagging him about getting a job. He decided to mull it over at least… and as he lay there he drifted into a light sleep.

Kate got up to put her negligee on and went to get a blanket for Tim, tossing it over his long nude body. She started to tiptoe into the bathroom to shower and dress for what was left of the day before she had to go to work that evening, but before she reached the door, the telephone rang. She hurried to pick it up before it woke Tim up.

"Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. Tassel… yes… well we put a check in the mail today… well, yes… you'll get it before the twentieth… yes, definitely!" She hung up the phone in disgust. It was the telephone company again. There was just no way to stretch the money she had to cover all the bills without borrowing from her parents again… and she hated to do that. She stood there thinking… trying to figure out what the best course to take would be, unaware that Tim was lying on the floor awake and watching her.

She adjusted her negligee which had fallen away to expose one full pink nippled breast and tightened it around her waist. Then with a worried expression on her face, she started to leave the room again. But before she had taken two steps, Tim said. "If you see Dagon tonight, tell him we'll go along with the deal… on a trial basis!"

"Are you sure this is the place? It looks awfully fancy so far."

Kate looked down again at the instructions that Sam Dagon had written out for her. "Yes, it says turn right… I keep telling you, it probably is very fancy. Mr. Dagon has a great deal of money, I'm sure."

"O.K., O.K.. It just seems like we've been driving forever, that's all!" Tim felt in a very ill humor, although he was glad to have liquidated all of his problems with the apartment back in San Francisco without having to borrow to do it. Dagon had given them enough money as advance on both of their salaries to take care of everything. But now he was having second thoughts… wondering if he would really be able to write here as both Dagon and Kate, had assured him he would.

"Darling, will you relax…" Kate said. "Please! Everything is going to be all right!"

"I guess you're right, honey. I'm sorry… You've just got to admit, it's not everyday that a fellow… I mean a couple gets an offer like this!"

They had been driving for about five minutes when suddenly there appeared over the hill a weathervane atop a high turret, and then the turret itself and then rest of the luxurious Tudor mansion of stone and rough hewn wood.

"Whew!" Tim let out a long low whistle.

Kate drew in her breath sharply. She had expected it to be beautiful, but nothing like this! She shifted excitedly in her seat, peering out the window as the car continued along the winding road that led to the mansion. They passed horses grazing in fields and what appeared to be stables. Kate could hardly contain herself, it was fabulous! And she had told Tim to relax…! For days now she had been in high state of nervousness that she made every effort to conceal. When she had mentioned the whole project to Tim, she had never in a million years expected him to agree to it. And then she had to face with the problem of telling Sam about it when he appeared on schedule at Alfie's.

It had been hard to face him… to tell him that she would work for him after all when only the night before he had behaved like such a monster. How to reconcile the two things? She decided that a firm approach was the best, and she had launched into a long harangue about her morality which Sam Dagon promptly put an end to by telling her, "Kate, don't worry. You won't have to do anything you don't really want to do. Contrary to appearances last night, I don't believe in forcing people to do things against their will!"

Then after telling her he would meet with her and her husband the following day to arrange everything, he had abruptly returned to his lobster, leaving Kate a little bit embarrassed by her school girl speech. And now it looked as though everything was going to be just fine. They pulled up in front of the house and stopped, uncertain whether they should be going to that entrance or one of the others. But the big wooden door of the main entrance swung open and Sam came out to greet them. He was wearing a navy blazer and gold-colored foulard tied around his neck. His dark wavy hair glinted in the fading sunlight. Kate couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked… the Lord of the Manor! He was completely at ease, almost so casual that he made them nervous as he showed them around. He maintained a steady patter, almost as though he were a guide who had repeated the same phrases many times, while they tried not to gawk like tourists at the opulent surroundings.

A castle in the Tudor style… Dagon was saying, "My grandfather had these stones brought over piece by piece from England… a lot of the paneling, too. This room we call the Princess' Suite because my grandfather had a lady friend who was a princess whose name I am not at liberty to tell you just now. There are twenty-two rooms here, each one specially designed for the people who used to inhabit them at various times… that includes the old servants quarters, which I have had remodeled to make a rather comfortable apartment with offices on the second floor. This grand hall is rather wonderful isn't it… Those stained glass windows always give me pleasure. We keep the piano in good condition, although I don't play it, but my mother used to. Actually, the place is pretty much empty most of the time, except for the people who stay here to help me take care of it. Of course, I entertain fairly often, at which time the rooms may be filled for a day or so. Downstairs we have what I call the dungeon…" he continued leading them into a cavern-like area with rough rock walls. "It's the bar… you see… my own personal discotheque!" He flicked a switch and loud rock music came pouring out of hidden speakers in the walls.