Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

Her lovely self-smile broadened as she recalled the night a week before when she had breathlessly told her good-looking young husband that she at last had discovered proof of the Spaxtons existence. He had worked late, much longer than usual chasing down a calloused, habitual runaway girl who had chosen to violate her probation from the Home after two weeks, and he'd been very tired. He'd welcomed the stiff bourbon-soda she concocted for him while he loosened his tie and collar, stretching out in his favorite chair. With head resting back, he had watched her, dressed in her usual negligee over panties and bra ensemble, fold down into one corner of the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her, the tiny lights in her blue eyes obviously making her look like the cat that ate the canary.

He half-grinned over at her and said, "Okay, carrot-top, let's hear it before you explode."

She couldn't hold back her little giggle. "All right," she'd answered enthusiastically, "and brace yourself, honey. I heard Max Keele talking to old Judge McGraw on the phone today, and he mentioned the Spaxtons… something about their next meeting! So, we were right… the organization does exist and Max Keele is a member… probably the most important member!"

"So…? Not to belittle your information, baby," Jack had casually replied, "but we were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we…?"

"Fairly certain, but not positive, darling," she'd reminded him. "Now, we are!"

He had nodded, realizing that she was right. Prior to this, they had been acting on supposition only. Her little smile of excitement had been contagious and he couldn't withhold his own in response.

"What else did you accidentally hear with those shell-like ears, Mrs. Heath?" he teased, drinking from his glass.

She had managed a habitual pout. "Not much, I'm afraid. There's to be a meeting soon, but I don't know where or when." She had bolted from the sofa and gone over to drop onto her knees between his stretched-out, spread legs, resting her chin on clasped hands and looking up at him. "Oh… Mr. Keele chucked me under the chin rather suggestively as he was leaving the office, and I caught him looking at my legs a half-dozen times… if either of those incidents might interest you, my ambitious husband."

"Mmmmmmm," he'd mumbled, letting his brow furrow intentionally. "Flitting your bottom around the place, I suspect… trying to drum up a little attention. Well, don't think you were the only one being scrutinized. The beautiful Madam Superintendent dropped by while you were out for coffee, and I was suggestively given the once-over."

"Really? I didn't know," she had said, an uncontrollable twinge of jealousy spiraling through her. "S-She is actually beautiful, isn't she?"

"Quite… and like the battery, 'Eveready' I'd guess."

For a long moment she had said nothing. There was no room for jealousy in their mutual arrangement, she knew; only honesty was the prime requisite… no hanky-panky without letting the other know, and certainly it had proved to be a beautiful relationship. She had forced the little green-eyed monster back into its mental cage and filled her mind with their prospective future.

"God…" she had whispered, a touch of avarice replacing her jealousy of the moment before. "Do… do you really think we can do it, Jack…? I mean, get a bid to join? You know what it can mean for you. I-It isn't as if we haven't gone the swinging route before… and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact… I miss the old gang terribly, don't you?"

Her tired young husband had laughed, obviously noting the sudden caressing movements of her hands along his inner thighs toward the concealed flaccid member inside his trousers. She had sat there all evening, sipping at sherry and reliving erotic memories with mutual friends who had hated to see them leave the capital, and imagining more exciting and productive visions to come, if and should, they be able to crack the Spaxton barrier. After all, that had been their basic reason for resettling, hadn't it?

In answer to her questions, he had said: "In the order they came, baby: yes, I believe we can get a bid… providing you continue to taunt big Max with that luscious, rounded ass of yours… and I do know what it can mean for me… for both of us, doll. As for the swinging route, I miss the old gang as much as you do… but Maggie Keele could help fill that void with very little effort on her part. Okay? Questions answered?"

"Pretty well… except I want to know if you miss Diane Hudson that much?" she had put to him, pouting once more.

He had laughed at her teasingly. "No more than you miss Jim, I'll wager."

"That much?" she'd taunted, letting her big blue eyes widen even more while her hand began to stroke his stiffening penis inside his pants. And God, what a beautiful night of love-making that had been, she remembered as she meticulously buffed her long, well manicured nails.

Still, she couldn't recall when any man since Jack had so aroused her as the handsome Director of Correction. Lord, and he had to be old enough to be her father… at least fifty; yet there was something in the dominating way he carried himself that had set little tingles glowing inside her since the first day she had walked into his once. And that afternoon they had all culminated into one electrifying jolt which had nearly caused her to lose all control…

Of course, she had brought it onto herself with her continual little seductive acts and actions, the short miniskirts and revealing blouses she wore, all of it being a part of Jack and her scheme to lure the big man into making a pass, a task she had performed with much inner relish. What she hadn't counted on was the over-whelming virility of the massive man and the manner in which it had nearly melted her inside. She still wasn't quite sure how she had managed to out-maneuver the handsome creature whose big, hot hands had her almost out of her mind… nor whether she should tell Jack the whole truth his tremendous sensual effect on her. God, she certainly didn't want to spoil everything for them now that they had gotten this far… and especially before the dinner party tomorrow night. And her wonderful young husband wasn't beyond his jealousy moments either… especially when he thought that her feelings might go beyond their agreed limits of an extracurricular sex party…

She had been in Max Keele's private office looking through his files for some papers he had specifically requested, while he sat behind his huge desk watching her from across the room. Naturally, she hadn't been unaware of his steel-gray eyes methodically undressing her as she pretended to lose herself in her search, ignoring his presence outwardly, while inside, tiny fermentations of growing excitement began to thump slowly, like a heartbeat, through her young belly and loins. It was almost as if she could intuitively perceive that the exact time for a most fetching piece of strategy was at hand, and accordingly, without allowing herself a moment to reconsider, she closed the upper drawer and bent down to pull open the lowest one. Then, without losing her young lady-like grace, she squatted on her haunches, her tiny miniskirt bunched up almost to the sweeping arch of her rounded hips, the thin band of her sheer nylon panties between her legs and the satiny-white flesh of her full soft thighs above the silken sheen of hose on peekaboo display before the big man's lecherously staring eyes.

Exactly what happened from that point, Carol was not certain. Abruptly, Max Keele moved with an unexpected agility from behind his desk, and then he was closing and locking the one door that led from the ornate, high-ceilinged room to her small office. She hardly dared to look up, let alone raise herself out of her provocative, intentionally assumed position, both apprehension and maddening anticipation mounting rapidly within her. He was over her then, his big, powerful hands reaching down from behind to take hold of her beneath the arms and lift her as if she were weightless. He turned her about effortlessly, crushing her to him inside his strong arms, flattening her full thrusting young breasts against his massive chest as his hot mouth came down to engulf her tongue-moistened, lush lips.