Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Something struck him at that moment-a strange thought-and he moved out on his hands and knees from behind the chair where they'd been hiding. There was something vaguely familiar about the woman, but what was it? He couldn't put his finger on it immediately in his half-dazed state.

But the closer he moved the more he was distracted by the physical action that was taking place and driving his mind away from the purpose of discovery. The girl was chanting hoarsely, as though possessed by some sort of sexual demon, her legs were drawn back as far as they could go and her hands were frenziedly clawing at the director's naked buttocks, digging deep into his flesh as she pulled him tighter and tighter against her loins.

Damn, she was one hot little bitch, he thought as he involuntarily began stroking his rock-hard cock through the confines of his pants.

She was taking Tomley's prick like she wanted it rammed all the way up to her throat.

"Damn, I want her next," he whispered out loud, barely conscious that he was talking to himself. Before he knew it, Myra had crawled up behind him and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.

"I hope they're giving you some ideas," she whispered. "I'm going crazy just watching them."

"You're going crazy. Jesus, what do you think is happening to me?"

"Old Tomley really moves, doesn't he?"

"Goddamn, I'd heard rumors about him, but I never expected to see anything like this from one of the world's greatest scientists."

"Maybe he's just experimenting. Maybe he's going to write a scholarly paper on human reproductive systems," she giggled into his ear.

But Fred was hardly paying any attention to her, his eyes and ears focused on the salacious fucking that was taking place only a few feet away from there. All fear of being discovered eavesdropping by the director had vanished now. After all, what was Tomley going to do? Fire him when he had seen Tomley having intercourse with a woman in the boardroom? No, he was perfectly safe and totally fascinated as well.

"Now, Ralph, now, please!" the naked woman begged. "Fuck harder, give it to me now… all the way in. Yess, yesss! Aaaaaaggghhhhh! Like that!"

Suddenly the shock of recognition hit him like a fist in the stomach.

That voice… he was sure of it. It was his wife's voice. Tomley was screwing his wife! Oh Jesus God, it was too incredible to be true.

The bewildered young husband's mind whirled in disbelief at the shadowy vision before his eyes. His first impulse was to run forward and rescue her from the lust-crazed director, but he knew this was no rape. He had seen how she was enjoying every second of being fucked by another man.

Paralyzed, Fred stood, frozen as he heard her shrilly screaming out her orgasm, her legs splaying wide until he thought her cunt would split up the middle. Then he watched as Tomley pushed her knees back cruelly over her shoulders, bending her double. God no, she'd never be able to take it that deep, never. But in a moment, as he watched her body jerking and spasming to final fulfillment, he saw how wrong he'd been.

Jesus, she was taking every thick bludgeoning inch of it all right and moaning with pleasure even in her contorted position. Then she was screaming.

"Aaaaiiieeeee! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

The fucking bitch, he raged to himself. That little slut! She's loving it, she's moving her body like a bitch in heat. And all the time she's been giving me that babe-in-arms bit, trying to keep me a distance from her. And now-now this! Hate raging inside him, he watched the older man's buttocks twitch as his heated cum burst out of his ejaculating penis buried deep inside Dinah's cunt. When Tomley finally withdrew himself from between her legs, Fred could stand it no longer.

"Damn you, get off her!" he raged, pushing Tomley aside. "I oughta knock your teeth down your throat…" He caught himself in midsentence, his voice cracking with emotion until he turned to Dinah.

"You slut," he roared. "You cheap goddamn whore!"

"Oh no," Dinah groaned in humiliation at her husband seeing her naked and unprotected on the couch, her belly filled with another man's cum.

She closed her eyes tight as though to blot out the sight of him standing over her, but she knew it was useless and that what was happening was real, not some sort of horrible nightmare. There was nothing she could do as his gaze traveled disdainfully over her naked and abused body. Tomley, for his part, wasn't the least embarrassed as he picked himself up off the floor and grinned at his young employee with a lewd smile on his face. With a casual calm, he began dressing himself.

"Just keep cool, young fellow. I see you didn't barge in here alone."

"What the hell are you telling me to keep cool for after you just fucked my wife? I saw every second of it." Fred's fist was doubled up and his whole body was trembling.

In response Tomley strode over to the chair in the far corner of the room and led Myra Wilson out to where they were all gathered.

"How was he?" he asked with a knowing look on his face. Myra responded only with a Mona Lisa-like smile.

How could Tomley possibly know, Fred wondered. He was bluffing, just trying to get out of his own predicament.

As if reading his mind, Tomley turned to him calmly.

"You're right, we saw everything. We saw it from the staff lounge. You thought nobody would walk in on you in the lab, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about. I don't believe you."

"Come, come now, don't try to lie your way out of it. We saw just as much as you saw now, and so we decided to do the same thing. Fair play, isn't it?"

Fred stammered hopelessly, confused between anger and shame, but there was no way out. Tomley obviously wasn't bluffing, but how had he happened to walk in at just the right moment?

Suddenly he realized he'd been betrayed and he spun on Myra Wilson.

"You planned this didn't you? The both of you?"

"Very good," Tomley laughed. "I was wondering how long it would take to dawn on you."

"Damn it," Fred hissed angrily. "God-damnit!"

Tomley raised his eyebrows and chuckled, turning to Dinah who was slipping into her clothes, a despairing expression on her face.

"Well, I must say it worked out well. Even better than I expected. You have a hell of a wife, Peterson. I want you both to know you've been accepted into our little group here. You might call it extracurricular research studies. We do a little experimenting on our own after hours."

Both Dinah and Fred stared at him in utter amazement. Then Fred's eyes went back to his wife, focusing on the sticky strands of sperm that leaked out from her cunt as she hurriedly tried to slip her panties on.

His anger under control now, he began to speak in a low, somber voice, dripping with sarcasm.

"That's just wonderful. I haven't been satisfied with what I've been getting at home. Maybe Dinah has learned some new things she can show me."

As these words rang in her ears, Dinah lifted her eyes to stare at the people gathered around her. She felt dazed and confused, overwhelmed by all the events that had happened so quickly. Her life was disrupted and broken in half, and what was happening now had an air of total unreality. She couldn't believe that both she and her husband had been so vilely tricked. She didn't know what to think except that everything she was hearing went against what she had been taught, everything she had believed in. It just wasn't right.

"No," she hissed vehemently. "I'm not getting involved in anything like that. I won't have it. You're sick, all of you!"

"Sick, huh?" her husband snapped. "You're talking like some kind of innocent virgin again, and that sure as hell isn't the way you were acting a minute ago."

"Yes, and what happened to you?" Dinah sneered. "I suppose you were just doing research in the lab with that… that friend of yours. Just go ahead, you're free to do what you want, but you're not getting me involved in this kind of thing."