Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

Sam slipped his hand up her bared back, smoothing it along her silky skin, then he brought it down and cupped it under her breast. He could tell by her shiver that it wouldn't be long now before she was just the way he wanted her. Too bad he had to resort to artificial means of getting her to do what she really wanted to do but didn't have the guts to do on her own, he thought!

The combination of brandy, and the drugs she had unknowingly consumed began to turn her body into a bundle of raw nerve ends. She could hardly believe what was happening, and yet something in her was hoping that it would continue. She could feel Sam's warm hand begin to move down inside the front of her dress and under her bra to the nakedness of her breast. It was as though she was watching it happening to someone else… but the delicious feeling racing through her belonged to her and her alone. Suddenly he was manipulating her tiny hard nipples, rolling them like little balls between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue was whirling in her ear, teasing it with his saliva, and then a trail of wet traced across her cheeks and his mouth was locked to hers.

There was no sense trying to twist away. The force of his tongue deep inside her mouth made it impossible for her to move her head, even if she had wanted to. It was just too much. Her mind was filled with a haze of excitement and still a corner of it turned to her husband upstairs. What if he were to wake up and find her gone? What if he were to find them? She knew that Tim would kill her if he ever found her with another man. And yet, she found her tongue responding, pushing obscenely against Sam's. Small pin pricks of sensation emanated from her nipples as Sam continued twisting them alternating from one breast to the other beneath her dress. Sam sucked back at her tongue, drawing it deep into the cavern of his mouth and Kate began to feel an animal-like sense of abandon welling up in her. She knew that could do nothing to stop this deep wonderful kiss. No one had ever kissed her like this… ever. The kiss went on and on, Sam's tongue moving about in unending random patterns in her wide open mouth. And she was grateful that nothing more was happening, the way she was feeling, she was apt to do anything… ANYTHING… A lewd picture of herself and Sam lying naked on the floor, her raw nerve-endings throbbed violently. She pushed the picture out of her mind as quickly as she could, but it was no use. She knew that she had hopelessly compromised herself, just by thinking such a thought!

Finally Sam withdrew his lips from hers, leaving her panting, gasping for breath, still caught up in his arms. Then a sudden twitch between her legs and she tried to press them together as tightly as possible.

"Please… please don't," she stammered. But his hand was already plunging down her back and beneath the slick material of her dress to the soft nether cheeks of her buttocks. He cupped her from behind, one round moon-shaped buttock in each hand, and pulled her still closer to him.

Sam continued his firm massage, realizing that any hesitation now could mean the whole game. He chuckled inwardly as he felt Kate's smooth skinned buttocks, his fingers tapping and kneading the soft flesh as though he were examining some rare material. He shifted his body so that there was more room for both of their bodies and then he scooped Kate's unresisting body down and over, so that her legs spread sideways and she was herself lying on the couch next to him, then he pressed his own body down beside hers so that she could feel the rising hardness beneath his pants pressing against her moistened genitals.

Kate felt as though she were sinking into a bottomless abyss. Her eyes were now tightly shut, as though she could avoid what was going on by not seeing, but Sam renewed pressure on her breast causing her to moan softly in helpless submission. It was all too much for her. What on earth could she do!

"No! NO…" the words formed in her mind, but could not come to her lips as the hardness of Sam's bulging cock rose and nudged at her trembling lower belly, and another voice was urging… "Yes, yes!" She gasped as she felt Sam's fingers come into searing contact with her upper thighs, then she felt a finger slowly slipping under the elastic leg-band of her panties and she made a feeble attempt to jerk away from his hand, squirming back and whimpering as the thick digit moved relentlessly on and finding the narrow slit of her pussy, slipped comfortably into the moist split between the small soft pillows of flesh tufted with pubic hair and making electrifying contact with the small, pulsating head of her clitoris.

"Mmmmmmaah!" she moaned out, unable to hold back the loud groan of excruciating pleasure that she felt. Tears streamed down her cheek as Kate saw herself as though in a mirror, reacting to the wonderful delicious feel of his hands as they steadily caressed her nipples and her vagina. Her hips began to rotate in an odd rhythmic motion as his hand worked harder and harder among the sensitive folds of her pussy.

"Oh, God… oh God!" she thought… no other man had ever made her respond like this… no one but Tim… and even Tim had never made her feel what she was feeling now!

Her voice suddenly returned and, in desperation, straining to get the words out before another sigh of pleasure escaped her lips… she said haltingly, "No, Sam… I can't do this… don't!"

She thought he was going to suddenly press his penis deep into her and make her right there on the couch and something inside her desperately wanted that to put an end to the unbearable yearning between her now widely spread and flailing thighs but Sam had other plans. He continued rummaging about between her legs until he knew she was wild out of her head, and then, he stopped.

Kate felt the cold air replacing the warm wetness of Sam's hand on her thirsting vagina, and she was left hanging in mid-air, her legs still obscenely spread, skirt high around her waist, helplessly waiting for more of the unwanted pleasure that the drug racing in her veins demanded. Sam stood up and took in the lewd sight of this prim and proper girl, and it did his heart good to see her that way. The bulge of his huge cock against his trousers made him contemplate what it would feel like plunged deep inside her tight young cunt. But there was plenty of time for that, he thought. On this first occasion, he wanted to do something special… something that he was sure Kate had never even considered doing before.

He bent over and quickly pushed her dress up around her waist and panties down from her hips, pulling them over her legs and off, throwing them to the floor beside the sofa. There, spread temptingly before him, was the burnished gold of Kate's pussy, neatly framed by two of the most fabulous thighs he had ever seen.

"My, you certainly are a nice addition to the family…" he mused. Then he reached down again and pulled Kate into a sitting position. Kate looked at him, wide-eyed with fright and unsatisfied longing. She was so emotionally upset that she could only let herself be manipulated like a big beautiful puppet.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" she managed to stammer.

"You'll see!" Sam replied. "Do you like this selection?" he asked nonchalantly, referring to the music which continued to pour forth from the speakers into the room. "Handel's Water Music… superb rendition, I might add!" And with that he knelt down in front of Kate and carefully spread her long slender legs so that there was one on each side of his head.

Kate was dimly aware of what was happening. She remained slouched down in the soft of the cushions, the cool leather touching against her bared buttocks. She could see Sam's full head of black hair bending down, and then, she knew with certainly what was going to happen. Something so obscene, she had never dared think that it would ever happen to her! His lips were pressing against her lower belly, creating a wet chill that spiraled the length of her spine.