Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

"Hell," the police chief growled. "We did somethin' all right. We joined the club, and now practically the whole town's here tonight."

Her small talk was not going the way she expected, for any minute she feared they were going to drag her off someplace. If only she could find Fred and plead with him to help her. She would even beg his forgiveness just to get out of here. But no, she knew he wouldn't do anything like that. He was still too bitter and wanted to hurt her.

The police chief, who was swishing his drink around in his hand, looked up at her again.

"Ain't you ever wondered what that thing was?" he said pointing toward the large cubical object covered with the heavy curtains.

"I… I was looking at it when we came in."

"Well come on, I'll show ya," he said, rudely grasping her by the arm.

"You ain't gonna believe this."

Dinah could feel her heart pounding in her throat as the short barrelchested man was about to lead her off.

"No, please… I'm not really that curious. Not now. I think maybe I'd better just go."

"Go? Hell, you can't go yet. You gotta take a good look-see at this here contraption that Ralph Tomley dragged into this house. You ain't never gonna see anything like it again."

The man had gripped her elbow and was tugging it insistently now, and she knew she had no choice but to follow him where he was taking her or create an unpleasant scene. Desperately, her eyes searched the room for her husband until finally she sighted him over by one of the couches being administered to by three naked women.

Dinah balked for a minute, her gaze lingering. All the girls were concentrating on arousing Fred and themselves as well. Two of them were taking turns licking and sucking his cock, while the third was down on her knees between his legs eagerly massaging his balls with a soft squeezing action. Dinah's stomach was about to turn in disgust when the police chief gave her a final no-nonsense tug on the arm and led her toward the door next to the veiled object.

"Let's stop messin' around here, woman. I got somethin' to show you," he said impatiently.

In a kind of hypnotic trance she allowed herself to enter through the doorway, growing angrier and angrier by the second as she thought about how well her husband was adapting to the situation. Imagine the nerve he had to call her terrible things-things like "whore" and "slut," as though she were the one who was supposed to be moral while he was free to do anything he wanted. She was sick of his double standard and determined to punish him, and with all her heart she hoped somehow Fred could see her when she was being fucked by these men. Resigning herself to her fate she found herself walking along a dark, carpeted corridor accompanied by the three men. It looked almost like some sort of secret passageway fitting for an old Southern mansion, but in a matter of moments she realized it was leading them back to more or less where they'd come from.

"Why are we going away from the others?"

"Hell woman," the police chief laughed. "I told ya we're gonna show you this thing here, and that's what I'm doing now."

Flicking on a light switch, he opened the door and moved forward until Dinah found herself in a kind of glass-enclosed box, opened at the top and covered with sand and rocks on the bottom. She realized she was inside the curtain-covered cube she had seen earlier.

"What is this? Where are we?"

"We're in an aquarium, for God's sake. Don't you know an aquarium when you see one? Same thing as they got in them labs at Benton Research.

Only this one ain't gonna get you wet, so you don't have to worry about that pretty little body of yours."

Dinah could hardly believe that Tomley was so perverted as to actually transport an aquarium into his own home as a setting for the orgiastic lovemaking that went on there.

"Sort of love in a goldfish bowl," the mayor laughed as he stepped inside behind her, followed by the other two.

"But what about the curtains? Nobody will be able to see us in here?"

Dinah protested. If she were to go through with this at all, it would be so that her husband would witness it. He had to! She desperately wanted to punish him.

"Hell, don't you worry your sweet little ass about that," the police chief soothed her. "When we start really goin' at it, one of us'll pull the string here, and then everybody in the room can see what's goin' on. It'll be just like a stag movie, only better."

The men and the teen-aged boy looked at each other, unable to conceal the grins of lustful excitement that spread across their faces. She just hoped she could let herself go tonight and not suddenly get cold feet and back out. Most of all, she hoped her husband would see her inside the tank when the curtains suddenly drew apart.

She wondered now whether she might not have let the men think she was too willing. After all they might make her do what she'd seen the women in the lab doing to her husband. But if she had to suck their cocks, she would just have to live through the experience somehow, guided by the need to shock her husband like he'd never been shocked before.

"What do you say we all get started with the evening's entertainment?" the police chief suggested, and as if to obey his command, pairs of hands reached out and began undressing her. She felt her zipper swishing down, her straps being slid off her shoulders; and then someone behind her was down on his knees slowly gliding the hem of her slip upward and removing it over her shoulders. Another pair of hands jerked at her brassiere and unsnapped it while at the same time she found her panties being rolled down over her hips and buttocks.

She could hardly believe she was letting this happen to her, but there was no way to deny that it was really taking place. She was standing naked in a giant fish bowl about to be raped by four men. How in the world could it be true? And how could she not be resisting them?

The truth was that far from resisting, she felt nervous only from a sense of excitement at the impending adventure. She was actually looking forward to what was going to happen to her.

"Man, get a look at that ass," the police chief sighed appreciatively from behind her. In spite of her mesmerized state, Dinah could feel herself blushing from the remark, and she turned to look at the others who were appraising and evaluating her as though she were merchandise on a slave market.

"Well, gentlemen, I think she's about ready for her initiation," the mayor announced as she stood perfectly still. Her mind was somewhere far away, but her ears were tuned to the sounds coming from the room on the other side of the curtain. She could hear gasps and moans building in rhythmic progression and an occasional shriek as one of the women reached the point of orgasm.

She came quickly back to reality as she saw the four men begin to close in on her in a tight circle, sending a momentary shiver of fear up her spine. She jumped as though touched by a live wire when one of the men suddenly reached out and stroked her buttocks.

"Just relax now," the mayor said. "You were doing fine a minute ago."' "Maybe she'd like it in that tight little ass of hers," Haskins, the police chief, grinned. His bulky little body moved closer, and she could feel his finger worming its way into the crevice between her buttocks, making her squirm slightly. "Damn, you got some little ass.

I'd like to split it in half with this cock of mine!"

God, what had she gotten herself into now? Her head downcast, she sensed the teen-age boy approaching, watched as he slowly bent down on his knees with an excited expression on his face and used his thumb and forefinger to part the soft curling strands of her pubic hair.

"Oh wow, what a pussy!" he exclaimed. "Man, I'm gonna get some of that to eat before we fuck her!"