Unknown - Sally_s Secret Lover

«When do I get into the honey pot, Sally? Come on, I've got something here I want to stick in your cunt … can you feel it?» he slid his hand down her back until it rested below her waist, and forcefully propelled her hips toward the lower part of his body. The rigid bulk of his penis seared into her stomach like a branding iron …

«No!» she exclaimed, so loudly that nearby couples heard the exclamation and turned their heads curiously. Blodgett relaxed his grip and let his hand return to the proper position … he didn't want to go too far, she was a jumpy little bitch … just far enough so that she got the message loud and clear. He had by now worked her to the far end of the room from where their mates were sitting.

«There's not much time left,» he warned her, «if you still want your husband to get the store. I would say, in fact, there's only a few days left. Shall we make an appointment?»

«No,» she said dully, unable to think clearly for the emotions that were swirling through every raw nerve end of her body, «I-I can't. What you're asking is impossible. I have never – never been with another man besides my husband. Why won't you let me alone? Find someone else, please!»

«Then I'll give you only a few more hours,» he said angrily. «You let me know your decision tonight, before you leave here.»

«I told you no.»

«I'll ask you just one more time,» he promised grimly.

By the time he had returned her to her chair beside Ray, Sally was limp and drained of feeling. She had known they shouldn't come, when she heard it was a party for the Blodgetts, and now it was turning out to be a further nightmare. But Ray had not noticed a thing, he was actually enjoying himself, having a few drinks under his belt by now.

Groping for reassurance, Sally reached over and put her hand timidly on Ray's knee. He turned to her, beaming at this unusual display of affection.

«Here, honey, here's your drink. Maybe it's too weak now … the ice melted while you were dancing.»

«No, it'll be fine,» she seized the glass gratefully and swallowed the pungent bourbon and cola mix. Ordinarily she did not care for hard liquor, but Sally sensed she was going to need something to get her through this evening. After the second drink she began to warm and relax slightly. John Blodgett stayed with his friends, and the younger crowd around her and Ray's table was quite enjoyable to be with. She loved to see Ray having a good time … it was the first evening in ages that he'd gotten out like this … probably the last time they would be with these local people, too. She supposed that when the new owners took over the drugstore, or before, her husband would start looking for another job. God, what if it should be another place like Quiggville, maybe worse? The thing was, she was at last beginning to feel some slight sense of belonging here and getting acquainted. If they owned the store … if they could build the house in Hickory Acres … it wouldn't be at all bad! They could join this country club and Ray would be able to play golf … she would take part in garden clubs or something.

Someone else asked Sally to dance and when she returned to the table her third drink was waiting. She finished it, and later there was more … never had she had so much to drink in one night; she was probably in for a hangover in the morning, but at last she was really enjoying herself, having a good time! Much, much later they began drinking sentimental toasts to the Blodgetts and Lauralee Blodgett stood up and made a drunken, tearful speech about leaving Quiggville for the first time in her life, even though she would always keep her home here, «mah fam'ly place,» as she put it. She had to lean on her brother and her husband to keep from falling as she swayed gracefully back and forth and rambled on, liquor spilling from her glass to splash over her expensive dress.

«She's plastered!» Sally whispered to Ray, shocked. He grinned at her.

«Darling, she's usually plastered, from what I hear.»

What a shame, Sally thought, such a beautiful woman and so well kept up. She has to be past forty, but her figure is still great … is it being married to that horrible man that makes her drink? When she finally ran out of words, Lauralee sat down abruptly – not in her own chair, but on her husband's lap. She flung her arms around him and kissed him in a passionate way that drew whistles from the onlookers and made Sally feel uncomfortable. Later Lauralee was circulating among the tables, kissing all the men and the women too and promising to write to everyone from Florida. When it was Ray's turn she rumpled his black hair and kissed him full on the lips in a provocative way that Sally excused only because of Lauralee's obvious condition. But when Ray asked her to dance … it was the last number … she found her own condition was not much better and was grateful to lean against her husband's tall form and let him pilot her over the dance floor. Suddenly she heard a well-remembered husky voice and found that Ray was disentangling her arms from his neck. John Blodgett had cut in on them!

All the liquor she had consumed was racing through her blood, and Sally could not for the life of her remember … ah, yes, he wanted to ask her something. She let herself be pressed against his bulky frame, her stomach rubbing his, breasts mashed against his hard rib cage. His fingers played at the slit in the back of her dress where it was open nearly to the waist. He did not seem so repulsive now, he was quiet and not saying those awful things which had upset her before. His big hands were almost gentle … she must keep her wits, this was very important … very important to Ray. Darling Ray was so happy tonight, she must help him get the store so that they could go on living here and he would always be happy just as he was now!

«Sally,» Blodgett's voice was calm, insistent, «I'll be at your place Monday. I'm damned if I could wait another day. I'll see that Ray has to go to Knoxville … don't worry about a thing, baby … nobody will know. Monday afternoon.»

«I can't,» she shook her head, her words slurring slightly, «I can't do it to Ray!»

«You're doing it for him, remember? I told you, I'll ask you one more time. This is it – shall I come on Monday?»

«Oh, God,» the poor girl's head was spinning. What to say? What to do? She must help Ray. «Yes,» she breathed, «c-come on Monday.» Her head slumped forward wearily on his shoulder, eyes nearly closed. Her long brown hair, escaping from the careful hair styling of this afternoon, tumbled down her back. Over the brown curls, Blodgett saw his brother- in-law dancing toward him. The eyes of the two men met for an instant and Blodgett winked broadly.

Sally did not remember the ride home at all, or being undressed and put to bed by her husband. The next thing, she remembered, in fact, was waking on Sunday afternoon with a truly ghastly hangover. Ray seemed to think it was funny, but he took tender care of his wife, bringing her coffee, and ice to put on her throbbing head. That evening, when she had recovered sufficiently to sit in the living room, he teased her about getting high.

«You were the life of the party, honey, dancing with everybody. Good thing I'm not the jealous type.»

«Huh! I seem to remember Lauralee Blodgett slobbering all over you.»

«Well, her old man made up for it … cut in on the very last dance. Oh, you were a big hit, Mrs. Denham.»

Then she remembered it all and the walls seemed to fall in on her! He was coming here … Monday … tomorrow. She had made a cheap, back street rendezvous with her husband's boss, in her husband's own home. He couldn't hold her to it, she'd been drunk, and Sally had no intention of going through with her part of the lewd arrangement. «I've got something you need … and you've got something I can use.»