Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

The fat man stood up for her as she came into the room, and as he did she noticed he seemed to be a little unsteady. Well, it's about time after all that drinking he's done, she thought.

He came over to her, bringing her drink, and led her to an odd looking couch by the huge windows that overlooked the lake.

It was S-shaped, though horizontally, and looked like one of those big reclining chairs except that it was wide enough for about three people to sit on. He put her drink on one side and his on the other and then helped her onto it.

It was wonderful. Curved to fit her back and curved again to fit beneath her knees. "You'll like this chair, my dear, it does almost everything except fly."

As if to illustrate his words, he pushed a button on the panel beside him and she felt the chair begin to vibrate beneath her.

"Let me know when it's the way you like it," he said as he adjusted the power of the vibrations.

Once, it almost bounced her off and then he began turning it down again.

"There, that's perfect, Harry," she smiled softly at him, trying to be as seductive as possible in order to get it over with quickly.

It really is a delicious feeling, she thought, every part of her body seemed to be getting a massage at once. She lay back and luxuriated in the movement and the warmth, there seemed to be heat also coming from the surface of the chair.

They lay there for several moments… barely touching. Laura, thinking of nothing except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body, and the fat man thinking of nothing except the young, naked flesh of the singer's wife next to him.

For a moment Laura was disturbed by the memory of the promise she had made to Johnny, that during the whole evening she would think of no one but him. She realized it had been hours since a thought of her husband had crossed her mind. She decided it wasn't really her fault, she'd had so much to drink and Harry Goldman was being so nice to her that she felt strangely comfortable and safe.

Now, as she sat there on the chair with him she felt totally relaxed. Soft moonlight filled the whole room and the cognac was smooth and warm. She felt the fat man move his hand to her thigh but she didn't mind it at all. Instead, because he was so huge it even felt a little comforting and protective.

Laura put her hand on top of his and moved with him as he slid it softly up and down her leg. The warmth of the chair and his touch soothed her – more than that, it strangely and disturbingly excited her. The gentle caress of his hand and the feel of the silk gliding across her skin sent low waves of desire through her body.

She began to wish that he would hold her more firmly, or at least move the robe out of the way. Finally she reached down and parted the white silk, separating it so that her whole left leg was uncovered – then lowered his hand again so that he could move it again across the ivory softness of her skin.

Laura felt him shift his weight and move closer to her, sliding his hand in to the sensitive inner side of her thigh. Her skin seemed to prickle with mild jolts of erotic sensation at his touch and she felt cool chills race down her back.

He touched her so lightly, so tentatively that it almost seemed as if he were afraid of her. It's so strange, she thought, in the casino or around other people he's always openly pinching or feeling every girl he can get his hands on – and now when he's alone with me he seems almost shy. Then it occurred to her that at this rate it was going to take forever and that she'd better hurry things along or she'd never get home and back to Johnny.

The girl turned to her side facing the heavy man, knowing that as she did her robe would fall open even further. The grace that she had noticed in him earlier disappeared as he clumsily put his aim around her and plunged his other hand roughly between her thigh again.

Suddenly she realized the tremendous strength the man possessed. Under those layers of fat he was extremely powerful and she began to get a little frightened for the first time since she had been with him tonight.

"Harry, don't hold me so tightly… you're hurting me," she pleaded softly, but he didn't seem to hear her and she felt as if her shoulders were being crushed beneath his grip.

"Harry, please…"

"Shut up, you stupid bitch!"

"Harry…! what's happened? What did I do?" She stared at him. His eyes seemed to glaze over and he grabbed her even tighter. She couldn't imagine what had happened to him so suddenly, unless it was the liquor finally taking hold.

"It's not what you did, it's what you're going to do. And that's exactly what I tell you to do." He pinched the soft flesh of her thighs brutally to emphasize his threat.

"You've had your fun this evening, and now it's time for mine." He got up heavily from the chair and then reached down and picked her up as if she weighed almost nothing.

He never said another word until he threw her unceremoniously onto the huge bed in the bedroom. She lay there trembling as he went around turning on all the lights until the room was lit up like a gymnasium. Then he came back to the bed.

"Take off that robe! I want to see that lovely body you've been throwing at me all evening."

She was too frightened to do anything but obey him and her hands shook as she undid the knot at her waist. Then, as she lay there completely naked and trembling, he just stood looking down at her, a weird look of undisguised carnal passion flickering across the thickness of his lips.

"Now, undress me!" He towered over her at the edge of the bed and waited for her to begin.

There was some great inexplainable rage in him and she was terrified by the strange light in his eyes. Too frightened to protest or resist, she untied the belt at his waist and reached up to pull the robe from his shoulders, then she began to take the studs from his dress shirt. She was trying to hurry but her hands kept slipping. Then he slapped her.

"Hurry!" he ordered, his tone cold and unyielding.

She finally slipped the shirt off, revealing his huge pendulous belly. He looked like some great Buddha, completely hairless and pale white. She fumbled at his trousers for several seconds before she was able to get the zipper down and finally slide them down his legs. He kicked them away from his feet and waited for her to continue.

She pulled down his shorts, repulsed by the grotesque figure that stood before her. If she hadn't been so frightened he would have seemed ludicrous standing there. He was wearing only his patent leather dress shoes and knee-high black stockings that were fastened with garter belts – and his penis looked so small, dwarfed by the huge overhanging belly.

"My shoes!" He yanked her off the bed to her feet, making her kneel before him to remove his shoes. She crouched there trying to unhook the garters, and as she did she could feel his penis which was slowly becoming erect brushing vulgarly against the top of her head.

When she'd finally undressed him completely she started to rise but he placed both his hands on her head and held her down on her knees. Raising her just slightly until her face was only inches from the swollen shaft of his obscenely protruding penis.

"Kiss it!" he ordered. And forced her to take him in her mouth. It was only his great size that made his organ seem small, and she almost choked as he forced it deep into her throat.

"Suck it," he said, and then chuckled. "And with a little feeling!"

He continued to drive himself into her mouth while her mind screamed in the agony of what was happening to her. She kept trying to pull back from his but each time he would move forward and it seemed as if she was going to choke.

Finally, she felt the muscles in his legs quiver and tighten and she knew he was about to cum. Immediately he began to force his prick faster and faster into her straining mouth – and his fingers buried in her hair were clenched tightly as he shouted to her.