J. Benford - The Family Haven 1

One of the reason why the Gregley Club had been the location for the dinner-dance at which Brenda and Tim Miller first went there, was because the firm's top man, a certain Andrew Dimmock, was not only a regular visitor to the gambling tables but also a very good spender with the girls. In his sixties, he had a wife many years his junior.

She was, in fact, his second wife. His first had divorced him for what the divorce court judge had described as the filthiest bedroom habits he had ever heard about between man and wife. A few nights after the dinner-dance, Andrew Dimmock was back in the club not for a dinner or a dance, not to enjoy Marko's girls – of whom Alice Marlow was his favorite – but escorting his own wife. She was a pretty woman who was gradually getting accustomed to her husband's bizarre habits and strange way of life. In one of the many small bedrooms at the club, Mrs. Dimmock had got on a bed with Silas. Seated on a chair just a few yards away, her excited and horny husband was watching greedily. He liked the spectacle of seeing his wife being undressed by a man like Silas, he liked the kinky kick he experienced when he saw the large hands of this brute of a man taking the intimate clothing of the woman from her, and holding it to his face in order to inhale obscenely at the perfume from her cunt.

Andrew Dimmock had purposely kept his wife starved for cock for the last week so that she would welcome the advances of this big man, even if she was afraid of him and disgusted that her own husband should bring her here for fucking and then sit and watch.

Dimmock watched the large mouth of Silas worshipping Mrs. Dimmock's breasts. Few things made any impression on a man such as Silas, even to the way this quite attractive wife was made to degrade herself. But he could not help feeling somewhat antagonistic to the rich old man who was so horny and selfish that he could force his young wife to fuck with another man in front of himself. Listen to the poor bitch, Silas thought to himself. Mrs. Dimmock was only doing and saying what she knew was expected of her. While Silas suckled her tits and fingered her hot wet pussy, she was looking at her perverted husband and saying in a sweetly sickly voice, "There, honey, do you like seeing your wife enjoy herself fucking with another man?"

Old Dimmock was so excited in his horniness that he almost fell off the chair as he shifted to the very edge of it and leaned close to the bed.

"Does he frig you good, baby?" he muttered. "Do you like that strong mouth on your titties, my sweet? Doesn't that horny finger in your cunt make you want to have him do everything to you, my darling wife?"

Gradually Mrs. Dimmock was finding it less necessary to act at all. She WAS being thrilled by Silas… "Oh, darling," she moaned to her leering old husband. "He is making my cunt feel wonderful… wonderful … I'm so glad you made me come here darling. You are a very good husband bringing me to a man like this."

Dimmock was well pleased with her responses and watched her hug the huge frame of the naked Silas to her own naked body. Dimmock leaned right over them and looked into his wife's face. "You need a man, don't you darling?" he muttered down at her. "You need a man's cock really badly, eh? And I have got this wonderful man for you. I have bought him for you to give you pleasure and to do to your lovely cunt what it needs to be done to make you happy, darling." The old man patted the huge naked asscheeks of Silas. "Go on, Mr. Silas," he urged. "I have paid you well, now give my wife the cock she needs. Let me see how well you can take care of her. Like all horny wives, she needs a lot of taking care of, and you are the man to do it. Go on, Mr. Silas… do it to her… give my wife the hot fucking she needs."

Her arms went round the broad back of the man on top of her. Silas had to guide his cock into her cunthole, and with her cunt gaping and so wetly ready it was not a hard task.

"Is that good, my love?" old Dimmock was peering over the naked shoulder of Silas at his wife's upturned face. "Has he got a good cock … Is he making you feel really good, my dear?"

Silas began to frig her, making her shake and tremble with the force of his inward lunges and the way he fucked hard at her every time, he sank in to the fullest depth. Even a blind man could tell she was getting all the cock she could take, but old Dimmock was not satisfied. "You tell me, darling, tell me yourself," he kept on at her. "If he isn't big enough, tell me. Tell me if he isn't strong enough."

The poor woman was almost frantic with her cock-madness now, she was almost squashed out of sight down into the bed as Silas fucked away atop her. From under his bulk she gasped, "Darling… ohaa… darling … he's wonderful… a real stallion… a real man for a stud… ohaaammm… I'm nearly… there… ohaaa… daaarling… make him keep on… make him keep on… I'm coming… I'm there… ohraauuggggrrreeeegguugggg!!!!"

While his wife moaned in her throes of lust, old Dimmock climbed on the bed behind Silas and directed his prick which he had drawn from his opened fly, down towards the cunthole where the great cock rammed into Mrs. Dimmock. Jerking his cock as hard as he could, the old man managed to come at the same time as Silas. Mrs. Dimmock had the full quantity of hot wet sperm of Silas in her womb while her cuntlips and pubic hairs were drenched with the scum of her own husband. She knew her perverted husband had derived more pleasure from doing this, than when he actually fucked her in the normal way. He loved to see a man like the stallion Silas fucking her, she knew he derived great sensual gratification from seeing her given pleasure with another man's cock in her twat, and if the truth were known she herself enjoyed having a good fuck more with a man like Silas than with her own elderly husband, although Dimmock still had a fair sized dick for his age and knew well enough how to give a woman pleasure using his own cock.

While they were having a drink in the bar afterwards, Marko brought up a photograph to show Dimmock. It was a perfectly respectable print, it showed one of the tables that had been occupied at the dinner-dance. It was the table where Mrs. Miller and her husband had enjoyed the meal.

Marko nodded at the photo of Brenda Miller. "Nice looking piece of ass that one," he murmured to old Dimmock, who nodded in absolute agreement. "Do you fancy her?" Marko went on.

Dimmock's jaw dropped. He had for some time admired that pretty wife of young Miller. Now here was Marko making the most attractive suggestion he had heard for a long time. The price was quickly settled. Mrs.

Brenda Miller was on the cunt market.

The way it was put to Brenda she knew there could be no escape. She had to "go with" old Dimmock, whom she had met several times when she had been with her husband and whom she had known, with her own womanly instinct, had desired to hump her, but the possibility that he would ever get his desires fulfilled had then seemed remote if not utterly impossible. Now the impossibility was to become real. An evening was chosen when Tim would be away on the firm's business. She was taken to the Gregley Club by taxi, and found old Dimmock waiting there for her.

They had a few drinks together, and when, after a couple of attempts at dancing, he suggested they make their way to a room Marko had reserved for them, she knew the time had come when she was willingly and knowingly to give herself to a man she knew had paid for her cunt. To make matters even more degrading, the man in question was her husband's boss.

Once in the privacy of the small bedroom, old Dimmock took her in his arms and his lips came wetly down on hers. She was surprised at the sensual feeling she got. It was by far the oldest man who had ever kissed her, and the first time she had ever been 'bought.' She felt the swelling of his dick at his loins and the involuntary jerks against her that rammed the erecting prick into the softness of her belly. Even through their clothing his cock felt quite big, she began to get the well-known tingles in her breasts and loins. She slid her hand down the front of their bodies and boldly clasped his pecker through his trousers. Yes, he was large, he was a well-preserved old gentleman allright, certainly where it counted.