The Blackmailed Couple
by Karen Ziegler
(BSS-609T)


Chapter 1 

"Oh, darling, couldn't you please just wait until he gets here?" Lynn Waring 
plaintively asked her husband as she saw him pull his heavy overcoat from 
the closet near the front door. She sat tensely on the living room couch, 
her hands clasped tightly together as she added, "I hardly know your boss 
and, to tell you the truth, I'm a little scared." 

"Don't be silly, honey," Ed scolded her, a vague look of annoyance clouding 
his face as he turned around to face his wife's worried frown. "Now, you 
know very well that I have to meet an important client for dinner tonight 
and, with a promotion just around the corner, I can't afford to be late. So, 
snap out of it, sweetheart. If you want me to be an executive, you're going 
to have to act like an executive's wife!" 

Then, noticing the crestfallen look on Lynn's pretty face, he sighed and 
walked over to her, dropping his coat on a chair. Lynn's face brightened for 
a moment as she saw him approach, then fell again as she saw him steal a 
look at his watch. 

"I'm sorry, Ed. I know I shouldn't be keeping you," she murmured 
apologetically. "It's just that I don't even know the man very well, and the 
way he looked at me when I met him ... I just don't understand why I have to 
go out with him alone, even if it is to the Executive Club!" 

"Because they don't make men executives in Amalgamated Industries unless 
they know their wives are good material too. I've told you that before, 
Lynn," Ed said in exasperation. Suddenly realizing that his tiny blonde wife 
was close to tears, he playfully reached down and caressed her breast 
through the clinging knit cocktail dress she wore. "Look, honey, all you 
have to do is relax and just be your charming self. And if old George 
McHenry likes looking at you, that's fine. It can't hurt my chances for that 
vice-presidency." 

"But, Ed, don't you ... don't you ..." Her voice trailed off into silence as 
she realized the answer to her question. She had been about to say, "Don't 
you care if another man looks at me like that?" but she knew that he was too 
engrossed in his career right now to even worry about such a thing. 

Not realizing her true thoughts, Ed unthinkingly confirmed them as he 
breezily said, "Don't I love you? Of course, I do, honey, but that has 
nothing to do with it. Remember, this is business!" 

"Of course, darling," she smiled up at him, hoping her bitterness didn't 
show in her voice. Except for the first few weeks of their three-year 
marriage, it was always business. As Ed had worked his way to the top of 
Amalgamated Industries, Lynn had watched their life together changing, 
becoming planned and patterned around what was "best" for her husband's 
career, until it got to the point where they only made love on weekends 
because Ed wanted to stay "sharp" for work during the week. Now, at the age 
of twenty-eight, her handsome, ambitious husband was almost there, just a 
promotion away from the position of third vice president in charge of 
industrial relations, whatever that was. And she prayed with all her heart 
that, once he had it, she and Ed could stop climbing and start being married 
again. 

"Discussion over?" Ed grinned down at her, startling her out of her 
thoughts. He had his overcoat on and Lynn could see that he was impatient to 
leave. 

"Yes, darling, only ... are you absolutely positive about this dress?" she 
said hurriedly, not wanting to annoy him again. "I don't want anyone to 
think I look cheap and after the way he looked at me ..." She anxiously 
tried to pull down the short, short skirt of the revealing black dress she 
wore. 

"For Christ's sake, Lynn, I picked the dress out because I know McHenry 
likes to look at you. Now, cut out the little girl act - I don't have any 
more time," he snapped. 

"I'm sorry," she repeated, staring down at the carpet in misery. "I promise 
I'll do everything right. I know you want your key to the Executive Club 
too." 

"Good. I'm glad you're over this silly sulk of yours," he said with obvious 
relief. 

Lynn felt the quick, almost impersonal pressure of his lips against her 
forehead and then he was gone. The call of the cuckoo clock beside the door 
reminded her that Ed's superior would be there any moment and she hurriedly 
rose from the couch to make a last-minute check on her appearance. 

She walked back to their bedroom, wondering for the thousandth time why 
George McHenry had wanted to take her to the Executive Club the very night 
Ed had this important meeting. Even though she had only met McHenry once 
before, the idea of being alone with him made her nervous and apprehensive. 
But, then again, she soothed herself, what could possibly happen at the 
club? 

The Executive Club was situated in a nearby old brownstone town house, very 
much like the home in which she and Ed lived, in fashionable Stuyvesant 
Square. Almost all the corporation executives lived in this part of the 
city, delighting in remodeling the old row houses until the interiors were 
as modern as the brownstone fronts were old fashioned. The Warings had 
barely been able to afford this home when it came up for sale a few years 
ago, but Ed had insisted that they buy it, claiming that it was a "business 
necessity" to live in Stuyvesant Square. Actually, Lynn liked it too - the 
lovely tree-lined streets with no big stores or offices to bring noisy 
traffic into the neighborhood and the tiny wooded park that filled in the 
center of the square. In fact, only the Executive Club interrupted the 
perfect square of turn-of-the-century homes and, even then, the club's 
owners and sole members were all the top-drawer executives at Amalgamated 
Industries, one of the largest and most powerful corporations in the 
country. 

Lynn was certain she was simply working herself up over nothing, but she 
still wished that Ed had been able to tell her more about what the club was 
like. The place looked like all the other houses from the outside, with just 
a discreet brass plate near the door to announce that it was a private club, 
yet none of the men Ed worked with had been able to give him any information 
about it. Apparently, the top executives wanted to keep their club 
activities a mystery from all the other employees, and Ed hadn't wanted to 
show his ignorance 

by asking his superiors about it. Oh well, she thought resignedly as she 
switched on the bedroom light, whatever happened, she would just try to get 
through it as gracefully as possible in the hopes that Ed would soon be a 
member too. 

The petite blonde housewife started back in surprise for a second as the 
bright overhead light suddenly illuminated the darkened bedroom and she came 
face to face with her own image in the big mirror across the room. Lynn had 
allowed Ed to pick out the dress she would wear tonight and she still hadn't 
quite gotten over the shock of seeing herself in the one he had chosen. She 
wondered again if the dress was really the proper thing to wear to the club 
and she moved closer to the full-length looking glass to obtain a better 
view of herself. After studying her reflection for a minute or two, Lynn was 
forced to come to the conclusion that she undoubtedly did look quite 
striking and lovely in the daring dress. 

Lynn had almost forgotten how attractive men had found her before she had 
gotten married to Ed and now, for the first time in many months, she allowed 
herself to critically survey the full rounded curves that had made her one 
of the most popular girls in high school and college. The pretty blonde had 
begun to suspect that her husband might be losing his sexual interest in her 
because she was starting to age a little, but now she saw that that was far 
from true. At the age of twenty-five, Lynn had lost none of her youthful 
charm and freshness and, if it was possible, her body had matured into an 
even greater perfection than it had attained when she married Ed three years 
ago. Her eyes paused for a moment at the high-set round breasts that jutted 
provocatively out against the tightly-fitted bodice of her black cocktail 
dress. Above the low-cut neckline, she could see the narrowest of valleys 
running between their magnificent firmness and she marveled to herself at 
how well they were keeping their shape, despite their unusual size. Lynn 
remembered how Ed had noticed them as well the first time they had met, at a 
beach picnic where she had been wearing only a tiny two-piece bathing suit. 
Both she and Ed had shed their own dates that afternoon, preferring to be 
with each other, and they had been married a few months later. But, things 
had changed quite a bit since those days and the only times her husband 
seemed to notice her breasts now was like tonight, when he wanted some favor 
from her, always something to further his career. 

Lynn sighed deeply as her gaze moved down over her slender girlish waist to 
the enticingly rounded hips that led to the delicious sweep of her 
full-swelling thighs and perfectly formed calves and ankles. Lynn knew that 
her body was still fantastically desirable to men and, if she didn't love Ed 
so much, she might be tempted to leave him and find someone else who might 
appreciate her a little more. But, she continued to cling to the desperate 
hope that once her husband finally was given the long-awaited key to the 
Executive Club, he would again begin to pay a little more attention to their 
marriage. Even though, like many other attractive housewives, the petite 
blonde had received more than one subtle proposition from friends and even 
delivery men, she had never considered being unfaithful to her husband. She 
was determined to wait until Ed realized that his career was not everything 
in the world and turned back to his loving wife again. Since George McHenry 
had invited her to the Executive Club, Lynn knew that that day couldn't be 
far away. 

Anyway, she was certain that she was going to get some attention tonight, 
even if it wasn't from Ed. McHenry had already shown, if only by the look in 
his eyes, that he was very interested in Lynn, and she was sure that when he 
got a look at her in this dress he would be even more excited by her 
appearance. Well, that was what Ed had wanted, and Lynn only hoped she 
wouldn't have any trouble with her husband's middle-aged boss. She had vowed 
to make this evening go well, and she didn't want to ruin Ed's chances for 
the promotion by making McHenry angry with her by being too obvious in 
fending off his passes. 

"Now, stop that worrying, you nit," she suddenly chided herself out loud, 
hoping that the sound of her own voice would snap her out of the creepy 
feeling of apprehension she could feel moving like a dark cloud over her 
mind. 

"He's probably just a nice old man with a roving eye," she chided herself, 
adding, "Anyway, how could he make a pass at you at the Executive Club?" 

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George McHenry hummed happily to himself as he strode briskly along the icy 
sidewalks from his side of Stuyvesant Square to the row of houses that 
contained the Waring residence. It was really too short a distance to drive 
and, besides, he enjoyed walking through the tiny park, even now in the dead 
of winter when the trees were covered with snow. Also, the stroll gave him 
time to re-check the plans that George and his wife, Marian, had carefully 
worked out for the seduction of young Waring and his lush-bodied little 
wife. 

From the first moment he had seen Lynn Waring at a company cocktail party, 
McHenry had waited for an opportunity to get his hands on her luscious body. 
And, after he had managed to get her husband transferred to the Employee 
Relations Division that he headed, George knew that he had her all but in 
the sack. Ed Waring was obviously the ambitious type and, though Ed would 
never admit it, McHenry knew that he would gladly trade his young sweet 
wife's exciting body for the promotions he was so hungry for. 

Yes, George had seen many bright young men like Waring, and he knew just how 
to handle them, teasing them along with little promotions and salary 
increases until they were absolutely drooling for that key to the executive 
washroom. Waring was just like all the rest. In fact, George mused, Waring 
was such a hard worker that he might even make it to that third vice 
presidency he had his eye on. But that was up to old Erwin Doud, the 
president of Amalgamated Industries, though George made certain that Waring 
thought that he, McHenry, had the final say. 

McHenry decided that he wouldn't mind if Waring did get that promotion. 
After all, the boys at the club would really like to dig into that little 
blonde wife of his. But even if he didn't make it, George knew that he and 
Marian were going to have a hell of a good time with the two of them before 
Waring ever got wise to the game they were playing. 

A little snow flurry was just beginning to swirl down to the ground as the 
paunchy, balding man found the Warings' house number. Chuckling softly to 
himself, George McHenry mounted the stairs and pressed hard against the 
doorbell. 

"Just a minute, I'm coming ..." he heard a feminine voice call from 
somewhere in the house. 

Not yet, baby, McHenry thought to himself with a lewd grin. But don't worry, 
we've got all night to let you blow those sweet little nuts of yours. 

 Chapter 2 

George McHenry took Lynn's arm and guided her up the stone steps and to the 
large oaken door of the Executive Club. It had taken them but four or five 
minutes to walk from the Waring home to the club building and Lynn had been 
surprised to find that Ed's superior was extremely polite and an interesting 
conversationalist. Of course, he had looked at her very admiringly when he 
first came into the house and saw her in the black cocktail dress. But, Lynn 
didn't object to looks like that. Now, she was beginning to wonder if 
perhaps she hadn't simply imagined the lewd look in his eyes when she had 
first been introduced to McHenry at the company cocktail party. 

"Well, good evening, Mr. McHenry," a voice seemed to come from nowhere. Lynn 
looked around, then saw that a panel in the heavy door had been pulled aside 
and a round face peered out at them from where the panel would have been. As 
she stared in astonishment, the panel was suddenly closed again and the door 
quickly opened to them by a short, but powerful-looking man in a tuxedo. He 
waved them inside, saying, "It's nice to see you again, sir, and how's the 
missus?" 

"Fine, Bert, just fine," George answered jovially as he pressed a 
five-dollar bill into the man's palm. "This is Mrs. Waring. She's the wife 
of one of our brightest young men and she'll probably be coming quite 
regularly to the club very soon. I've brought her tonight to show her 
around." 

Lynn felt a momentary thrill of elation at McHenry's words, but it didn't 
quite overcome the feeling of uneasiness brought on by the strange ritual 
with the door panel. Of course, she knew that no one was welcome to the 
Executive Club except the heads of the corporation, but she didn't 
understand why any intruder wouldn't be recognized as soon as they walked in 
the door. The strange ceremony at the door, combined with the secrecy that 
cloaked the activities of the club from outsiders, made her wonder what in 
the world happened here. 

Her anxiety was only heightened as the doorman began to blatantly survey her 
body, obviously curvaceous even under the heavy coat she wore, with beady 
eyes gleaming in appreciation. "Yes, sir!" he abruptly exclaimed, nodding 
his head enthusiastically. "They're going to like her in there. all right. 
There's no doubt about that!" 

"Bert, Mrs. Waring is my guest tonight," McHenry said with a slight note of 
warning in his voice. "She's not a member yet. Make sure the others 
understand that!" 

"Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir," the door man mumbled, instantly contrite. "I'll 
go arrange for a table for you." 

Lynn felt a little sorry for the little man and wondered why McHenry had 
been so harsh. She supposed that he was worried about the members divulging 
club secrets or something, but still his cold tone of voice seemed to have 
been a little too severe. What difference did it make whether the others 
knew that she was not a member of the Executive Club? For a moment, she was 
slightly annoyed with McHenry, imagining that he had merely been trying to 
remind her of her place, but then she noticed that he was smiling at her 
with the same charm he had exercised since they had left her house. 

"May I take your coat, my dear?" he asked smoothly, moving behind her to 
help her out of the heavy garment. "As soon as Bert comes back, we'll go in 
and sit down." 

"Thank you," she said, turning to face him, but he had already taken her 
overcoat to the closet on the other side of the room. 

Now that she was alone in the tiny entrance hall, she took the opportunity 
to look around and was astounded at the opulence of the decor. Although the 
Executive Club had looked like any other building from the outside, the 
interior was as plush as an exclusive nightclub, the carpet thick and soft 
under her feet and the walls covered with dark blue velvet. Even the wood 
around the doorways looked as though it had been dipped in gold. It was like 
a palace! 

Then, suddenly, she noticed George beckoning to her from one of the doorways 
and, squelching her misgivings, she followed him into a large salon and bar. 
Even though this evening was beginning to seem even stranger than she had 
expected, she was determined to show Ed's superior that she could handle 
herself as well as any executive's wife. 

Lynn gasped and had to forcibly keep herself from gazing about in wide-eyed 
amazement as she walked behind George to the table the doorman was pointing 
out. It was the most lavishly decorated room she had ever seen, done in red 
velvet and gold embroidery from ceiling to floor. Long, low couches were 
arranged in a broad semi-circle around a stage at one end of the room, and, 
behind them, a few small tables were placed in the dimmer light in the back 
of the room. 

Most of the men present Lynn recognized from the various company functions 
she had attended. But the women who sat close to them were usually quite 
beautiful and much younger. The puzzled young blonde was almost certain that 
these expensively-dressed women were not the executive's wives. 

Then, she noticed several middle-aged women, who might very well have been 
executive's wives, but who were accompanied by young, very handsome men. In 
fact, most of the young men seemed almost too good-looking, and as she 
walked by one of the couples, Lynn smelled a heavy cologne that didn't seem 
quite masculine. She was beginning to seriously doubt that any of the people 
here were being escorted by their legal mates. 

"Thanks for saving this one for me, Bert," McHenry told the doorman as they 
sat down at the table in the farthest corner of the room. The short, heavy 
man was already moving away when George beckoned him back to the table. 

"Listen, Bert, tell the others we don't want to be disturbed this evening," 
he quietly instructed the doorman. "Mrs. Waring and I are going to be busy 
discussing her husband's future with Amalgamated Industries." 

Lynn looked up just in time to notice the sly wink McHenry gave the doorman 
and, for the first time that night, she thought she detected a certain 
lewdness in his expression. She hoped that Ed's boss was not planning on 
getting fresh with her, but then she thought about all the other people in 
the room. Surely the man wouldn't try anything here in front of people who 
would undoubtedly carry tales back to his wife. 

A silver bucket of iced Champagne was brought to the table, and George 
popped the cork and poured them both a bubbling glass. 

"Well, Mrs. Waring ... may I call you Lynn? Well, Lynn my dear, let's drink 
to your first visit to the Executive Club," McHenry toasted, raising his 
glass to her. "May tonight be only the first of many enjoyable evenings 
here." 

Lynn followed his lead and tipped her glass to her lips, savoring the 
feeling of the cool bubbly liquid pouring down her throat. She loved 
champagne, but after they had bought the house in Stuyvesant Square, she and 
Ed had never been able to afford it, except for special occasions. 

"You know, Mr. McHenry, the club is very different than I imagined it," Lynn 
said hesitantly as she felt the alcohol begin to relax her inhibitions just 
enough so that she could express her curiosity. "I thought it would be more 
like ... well, more like those English men's clubs where they sit around 
drinking brandy and playing bridge." 

To her embarrassment, George stared at her for a moment, disbelief apparent 
on his face, then roared out laughing. By the time he began to regain 
control of himself, Lynn's face was red with humiliation and she wondered 
what she had said that was so funny. 

"No, no ... it's nothing like that, believe me," McHenry gasped out between 
lingering chortles. "The executives wanted a place where they could really 
enjoy themselves ... and a bridge club was not at all what they had in mind, 
as you'll soon find out." 

"Then, what?" Lynn asked in bewilderment. "They must have some activities 
here." 

McHenry's face sobered and he paused for a moment, then lifted the champagne 
bottle from its bucket. "You'll find out soon enough, my dear," he answered 
with practiced charm. "For now, why don't you have another drink and then, 
we'll dance, if you don't mind. It's been quite a long while since I've had 
the opportunity to hold anyone as young and lovely as you in my arms." 

Lynn smiled sweetly at the compliment and nodded her consent, although 
something about the way he had phrased the invitation to dance made her a 
little uncomfortable. She finished her second glass of champagne, then rose 
from her chair as the small combo in the front of the room began to play a 
romantic old song she had always liked. The bubbly drink was beginning to 
have an effect on her and, for the first time that evening, Lynn was 
beginning to feel like she really might be able to relax and enjoy herself 
with Ed's superior. 

As she seldom drank alcohol, Lynn suddenly felt a little dizzy as she 
followed McHenry out onto the dance floor. She had a terrible feeling that 
she might stumble when she tried to dance, but her middle-aged escort 
quickly wrapped his arm tightly around her, steadying her until she caught 
the rhythm of the music and began to follow his steps. 

With the fizzy warmth of the champagne drifting through her veins, Lynn 
unconsciously cuddled up against the executive's chest, until the ripe full 
mounds of her breasts pressed tightly against him. After Ed had been busy 
with his work for what seemed like years, it felt wonderful to dance with a 
man, to feel his arms around her as they moved slowly to the music, to feel 
like someone was really interested in her again. 

Then, suddenly, with a terrible burst of clarity, Lynn realized how close 
McHenry was holding her. He was a very good dancer, but the way he was 
pulling her against him, she knew that she had better be careful or he would 
get the wrong idea about her. She tried to pull away from him a little, 
worried that other people in the room might be watching, but he just seemed 
to draw her even tighter against him. She didn't want to ruin Ed's chance 
for the vice-presidency by some stupid action on her part, but she was 
beginning to think that McHenry might be entertaining some immoral ideas, 
and thinking that she was agreeable. For a moment, she was very frightened 
and she felt a flash of anger at Ed for not trying harder to arrange to be 
with her on this crucial evening. She had never experienced a problem like 
this before and wasn't exactly certain how to handle it without insulting 
him. Lynn knew that Ed expected her to please McHenry, but not if that meant 
being unfaithful to him! 

"You dance very well, my dear," George murmured softly into her ear. "That's 
a very important skill for an executive's wife to have. Sometimes, a little 
feminine charm can land an account, or just bring in some priceless goodwill 
to a corporation, that couldn't have been gotten with all the sales figures 
and production statistics in the world." 

As they glided through the dimness of the dance floor, Lynn suddenly bit her 
lip as she felt McHenry slyly move one of his legs between her thighs so 
that the soft mound of her pubic area rubbed hard against the top of his 
thigh. The soft silkiness of the dress Ed had chosen hid nothing from her 
startled senses and she could clearly feel the coarse fabric of the balding 
man's trousers pressing tightly between her legs. Against one of her hips, 
she felt a growing pressure as the softness of his penis began to slowly 
harden in response to the motion of her pelvis grinding lightly against it 
as they danced. 

"Mr. McHenry, we ... we shouldn't be dancing this close together!" Lynn 
managed to protest up at him in a shocked whisper. As she realized what was 
happening beneath his trousers, her tone became more distraught and she 
added, "Please! Someone is going to see us!" 

"Let me assure you, my dear. No one here is the least bit disturbed about 
it, unless you are," George answered in a tone of amusement at her obvious 
distress. "And, after all, this evening was supposed to present us with an 
opportunity to get to know each other better. With your husband's promotion 
in mind, of course." 

"But ... but ..." Lynn faltered, then fell silent. She was absolutely 
dumbfounded by the man's words. He was obviously propositioning her, but in 
a way that made her know that Ed's career was at stake. It was an impossible 
situation, and yet she knew she had to figure a way out of it, and quickly, 
before it got any worse! She was so surprised by the sudden and brazen 
revelation of the reason for McHenry's interest in her, that she just 
couldn't find the right words to answer him. She just couldn't believe that 
the man would have boldly set up this whole evening with her for such an 
obscene purpose, and yet that was what she had been afraid of when Ed had 
first told her about it. And what had McHenry meant when he said that "no 
one here is the least bit disturbed" about the suggestive way he was dancing 
with her? Lynn suddenly wondered. Was nobody paying attention? Or was the 
Executive Club even odder than she thought? 

Before she had a chance to make up her mind about anything, the song ended 
and the combo leader announced that the group would take a ten minute break 
before the floor show began. Lynn sighed with relief as she realized that 
she wouldn't have to dance with McHenry again, at least not for a while. She 
was in such a state of shock that she still hadn't come to any conclusions 
about what to do, but she was grateful for the temporary reprieve that was 
about to come when they sat down at their table to watch the club's floor 
show. 

The tiny blonde was too embarrassed even to look at her husband's superior 
as they walked back to the rear of the room and took their seats. But as 
soon as they were settled again, George poured her another glass of the 
champagne, ordered another bottle, and began telling her some funny stories 
about when he first had begun working at Amalgamated Industries. He acted as 
though nothing at all unusual had happened when he was with her on the dance 
floor. 

As she politely listened to him, Lynn tilted her glass up and quickly 
finished the effervescent drink. She smilingly accepted another refill, 
knowing that she needed the alcohol now to calm her tensed nerves a bit, and 
hoped that this drink would give her a better idea of how to proceed with 
the strange game Mr. McHenry was playing. For a moment, she thought that he 
might be simply testing her to see how she would respond under pressure, but 
when the overhead lights dimmed to signal the beginning of the show, she 
felt his knee begin to press tightly against her thigh. Her heart sank as 
she realized that all her suspicions about this man had been correct. 
McHenry was truly vile and immoral and she didn't know how she was ever 
going to explain to Ed about what had happened this evening. Especially 
since she knew that if she didn't go along with McHenry, it would probably 
mean that her husband wouldn't get the promotion he had worked so hard for. 
Here she was in this weird club, with Ed's career in the balance, and it all 
depended on this lecherous man sitting beside her. If only Ed could have 
postponed his business meeting, this all never would have happened. 

Beside Lynn, George said nothing but sat with a faint smile of confidence on 
his lips. He had been through this before and he knew pretty well what was 
going on in the lovely blonde woman's mind. He sensed Lynn's resolve not to 
give in to him, no matter what the consequences, but for that reason, he was 
giving her plenty of time to think and ponder over what the loss of the 
promotion would mean to her and her husband. He knew he hadn't completed the 
seduction yet, but he wasn't worried. A few more drinks, a little more 
pressure, and the special show they had here at the Executive Club would all 
help his project along. He could see that she was worried and confused 
already, and he congratulated himself on his own cleverness for arranging 
this evening when he knew that young Waring was meeting a client he couldn't 
possibly postpone. Yes, everything was going even better than he'd planned 
and George was certain he'd have this pretty little wife exactly where he 
wanted her before she knew what hit her. 

"Mr. McHenry, how can a private club like this afford a floor show?" Lynn 
asked him, no longer able to hold her curiosity back. "Why, there's only one 
nightclub in town that has an entertainer, and that's horribly expensive." 

"Well, my dear, our performers don't come from the regular entertainment 
circuit," George explained with a strange twinkle in his eyes. "To tell you 
the truth, they're mostly local talent, but extremely talented nonetheless." 
Lynn thought she saw a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he 
added, "Sometimes, we even have an amateur night for the members. Most of 
us, whether we know it or not, are secret exhibitionists, you know." 

The tiny blonde beside him smiled uncertainly at his comment. He had put 
such an emphasis on the word "exhibitionist" that she was not sure of 
exactly what he meant. But before she had time to question him further, the 
curtains on the stage began to open and soft, rhythmically seductive music 
filled the room. 

The club was perfectly quiet now except for the occasional sound of ice 
clinking against a glass or a momentary whisper. The stage was decorated to 
represent a city street at night in what looked like a poor section of the 
town. The street looked deserted and dark, with only the dim light from a 
street-light at one end of the stage giving feeble illumination. Lynn could 
barely make out a sidewalk running past the stage props that were painted 
like shabby old buildings. It really was a beautiful job of stage-setting, 
she thought to herself, complete right down to the dark shadowy doorways. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn noticed McHenry pouring her another glass 
of champagne. She knew she had really had enough to drink and yet, the 
cigarette smoke was beginning to be a little thick in the room and it made 
her throat feel parched. At last, she decided that one more glass wouldn't 
matter and gratefully poured the cold liquid down her throat. 

She saw George lean over to fill her glass again and, through the warm haze 
the alcohol had brung, she thought about how lovely it was to have a man 
really looking after her again. For a long time, Ed had been too involved 
with his work to bother about such unimportant things and she had almost 
forgotten about how good it felt to be taken care of. Feeling completely 
contented and relaxed, she turned to McHenry and sweetly smiled her 
appreciation in the dim light. 

George smiled back, moving his chair a little closer to her and nodded 
toward the stage. The tempo of the background music had picked up just a 
little and Lynn saw a young, innocent-looking girl appear, slowly walking 
through the old city street set up on the stage. She did not look over 
seventeen and was the most lovely girl Lynn had ever seen. She had a 
melancholy look on her face as though she were walking on the street to 
relieve the deep loneliness she felt. It touched Lynn to her heart, because 
she too often felt that way when Ed seemed to have no time for her. She 
identified with the girl at that moment and concentrated completely on what 
was happening on the stage. 

The dark-haired girl arrived at the lamp post at the other end of the stage 
and paused, leaning against it for a moment. It was obvious that she had 
nowhere to go and no one to go home to. As she stood under the light, the 
audience could clearly see her youthful figure, clearly outlined by the 
tight sweater and skirt she wore and Lynn heard several audible gasps of 
appreciation throughout the room. 

Nevertheless, despite the young girl's thrillingly sensual body, Lynn was 
beginning to fidget a little. What kind of floor show was this? she 
wondered. Just some pretty girl walking back and forth on a stage? 

Then, abruptly, the background music began to seem a little louder and the 
beat became stronger and more demanding, as if emphasizing that something 
new was about to happen. Lynn looked up again, just in time to watch four 
huge black men slip silently out of the darkened doorways on the stage. It 
was obvious that the lonely young brunette was frightened, as she suddenly 
realized that she was no longer alone on the deserted street, but she still 
stood quietly by the street-light as if hoping that her own presence would 
go unnoticed. It was a futile attempt, for the four powerful-looking Negroes 
were already eyeing the girl who stood alone and defenseless at the far end 
of the stage, and the sly, leering smiles on their faces clearly indicated 
that there were sinister thoughts brewing in their minds. As if sensing the 
trouble in the air, the dark-haired girl suddenly turned and began walking 
hurriedly back across the stage, clutching the tiny purse she carried and 
averting her eyes from the insolent grins the Negroes wore. She had passed 
one of them and was approaching the second when the four men began to move 
closer together, quickly forming a wide circle around her. She apparently 
didn't notice the maneuver, but Lynn could already see that the black men 
were going to try to block the young girl's path and, for a moment, the 
young blonde housewife in the rear of the room had an impulse to cry out and 
warn the unsuspecting girl of the danger that was surrounding her. 

Suddenly, one of the Negroes stepped right in front of the hurrying girl, 
and there wasn't a sound in the club as she suddenly looked up, her eyes 
wide with fright. She quickly tried to move around him, but the monstrous 
Negro rapidly reached out and grabbed her slender arm, flinging her back 
across the stage toward the others. The atmosphere in the club was almost 
electric with tension and Lynn gratefully clung to George McHenry's hand as 
he slipped it down into her lap. She was pleased and amazed that the 
Executive Club would present such a moving drama for its members, but she 
hoped that someone would soon rescue the girl on the stage, because Lynn 
herself was becoming a little frightened at what was happening. If those men 
were poor and just wanted to steal the girl's purse, why didn't they just 
take it and let her go, instead of taunting and laughing at her? Lynn 
wondered fearfully. 

Then the lovely blonde wife almost gasped aloud as one of the black men 
grabbed the young girl's arms and brutally pinned them behind her back, 
while the other three slid closer to her with lewd, evil smiles contorting 
their dark faces. The terrified girl writhed and twisted trying to free 
herself, and tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as one of the 
Negroes clapped his huge hand over her mouth so that she could not scream 
out for help. Another one reached down to her knees and jerked up at her 
skirt, filling the room with a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped 
loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the 
rounded white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. As the torn and 
useless garment fell fluttering to the sidewalk, the same Negro grasped her 
sweater and yanked it up over her head, tearing her arms out of the grasp of 
the other. The garment was hurriedly pulled up over her shoulders and face, 
then completely away from her body, leaving her beautifully rounded torso 
naked except for the thin strips of fabric that made up her black bra and 
panties and the long black hose and garter belt she wore. The hand that 
covered her mouth had been pulled away in the hurried struggle and Lynn 
heard the girl suddenly break out into piteous supplications for her 
freedom. 

"Oh God, please don't! Let me go please! Don't do it to me, I can't stand 
it!" 

But her pleading cries were cut short again as the black man's hand clamped 
down hard over her lips. Further muffled cries were choked back, deep down 
in her throat, until only slight broken moans of anguish could be heard 
coming from her flaring nostrils as the men began to run their hands over 
her body, cruelly pinching and teasing at her soft white flesh. Sheer 
sadistic lust blazed out from the bulging eyes of the four Negroes and their 
teeth flashed whitely in the stage light as they laughed at the girl's 
terrified sobbing. 

Lynn stared in horror at the stage as she saw the men lustfully tormenting 
the captive girl. Even though her mind was dulled by all the champagne she 
had drunk, the petite housewife was certain that this play was more daring 
than anything she had ever seen before, and she wondered if she shouldn't 
ask McHenry to take her home now, before it got any bolder. She had heard 
that there were some very explicit plays dealing with sex playing in New 
York City and California but this drama was beginning to look like it 
belonged more in a brothel than in a club run by high ranking corporate 
executives. Still, she had to admit that, for some reason, the very 
helplessness of the cowering girl surrounded by the leering Negroes 
fascinated her and she couldn't look away. The very thought of those four 
men pawing and handling that defenseless girl's nearly naked body sent 
shivers of macabre curiosity tingling through her and a rash of 
goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin. Barely able to stand the 
tension in the room, Lynn wriggled down tighter in her seat and felt the 
edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swell of her pubic 
area. She jumped at the unexpected contact and even more at the unexpected 
shock it had sent racing up her spine. Her breath involuntarily quickened. 

Beside her, George frowned to himself as he saw the troubled look on Lynn's 
face as she sat with her eyes glued to the stage. He watched her reach out 
for her glass and quickly gulp down the refreshing liquid, attempting to 
cool off some of the warmth the suggestive scene had transmitted to her 
body. McHenry quickly refilled her glass. 

With each drink, Lynn could feel that she was losing more and more control 
over her body and emotions. The heat and excitement in the room were 
beginning to stimulate her against her will. Then, when she saw the girl on 
the stage begin to cease her struggling and slowly surrender, obviously 
enjoying the stroking, probing hands of the four Negroes, Lynn became even 
more confused and upset. If the girl didn't fight against what was happening 
to her, there would be nothing to stop those men from taking advantage of 
her beautiful young body and, as she saw the cruel lust gleaming from their 
eyes, Lynn didn't even try to imagine what the black men would do next. 

She began to notice scattered groans and sighs throughout the room and, 
tearing her eyes away from the stage, peered around the salon to the show. 
To her amazement, she suddenly realized that many of the audience weren't 
even watching the obscene exhibition, but then, as she squinted harder into 
the dim light of the smoky room, she realized that something even more 
shocking was happening off the stage. 

On the long leather couches that surrounded the stage, many of the people 
were kissing and, even more astounding, Lynn could barely see that some of 
them had removed part or all of their clothing! There was no illumination in 
the club room except for the weak street-light on the stage but the young 
blonde was almost certain that she was seeing various members of the 
audience actually making love, right here in front of everyone else! 

Her mouth agape in disbelief, Lynn leaned forward over the table to get a 
better view of the front of the room and realized that she hadn't been 
imagining things. Off in one of the darkest corners of the salon, she saw 
one of the beautiful young women arching over the back of one of the long 
sofas, her face a mask of lust and excitement as one of the older men - one 
of the executives! - bent over her chest, his teeth clamped harshly around 
the tip of one of the woman's bare breasts! It can't be, it just can't be! 
Lynn repeated over and over in her mind as her eyes searched the room for 
more evidence of the unbelievable public depravity. 

A thin whine of ecstasy rising from somewhere in the front of the salon made 
Lynn stare harder at the part of the huge couch that was right in front of 
the center of the stage, and Lynn's hands clutched the edge of the table, 
her knuckles whitening, as the shock of what she was seeing penetrated her 
incredulous mind. It was a woman in a bright green satin dress and Lynn 
could see coppery glints of light reflecting from her elaborately curled 
hair style. Although the mesmerized blonde couldn't really determine the 
redhead's age in the indistinct light, she could see that she was a very 
attractive woman with large full breasts that were joggling madly right now 
beneath her dress as she bounced up and down on the couch. At first, Lynn 
had not realized what the woman was doing, but then she noticed the two 
trousered legs that hung down below the couch and gradually understood that 
the gorgeous redhead was actually making love to a man that was lying there, 
straddling him and allowing him to shove his penis inside of her, before the 
eyes of everyone in the room! The woman's mouth hung loosely open and her 
head rolled on her shoulders as she pumped madly over the man on the couch, 
keeping rhythm with the now-primitive beat of the background music. 

Lynn's mind could not accept what she was seeing and her gaze darted 
frantically around the room again as she mentally tried to deny what was 
obviously going on around her. There was no doubt about it - other couples 
were locked in lewd embraces, showing by their wanton, writhing motions how 
the obscene "floor show" was affecting them. Everyone seemed to be losing 
control over their passions and yet no one else seemed to even notice what 
was happening in the room. An unmistakable warning bell sounded ominously in 
Lynn's brain and she knew that she had to get out of this awful place before 
she too succumbed to the atmosphere of debauchery that made this room feel 
as electric and dangerous as the inside of a thunder cloud. 

As if suddenly inspired by what was occurring all around them, her husband's 
boss abruptly placed his hand on Lynn's bare leg and began pushing the hem 
of her dress up toward her panties. He was more than halfway up her thigh 
before Lynn reacted and dropped a hand to her lap, tugging hard at his wrist 
to tear it away from her already-tingling flesh. She was afraid that he 
could sense the powerful erotic sensations that had begun to burn and throb 
in her loins, and she was too embarrassed by her own weakness to even look 
at him. The Executive Club was making her unbearably uncomfortable and, in 
fact, she was beginning to be very afraid. Lynn looked back to the stage for 
a moment and saw that the brunette girl was now completely naked and, worse, 
she was spreading her legs apart and pressing her hips forward toward the 
audience until the down-covered lips between her thighs parted and the pink, 
moistly glistening furrow between was clearly displayed. Lynn felt a hot 
flash shoot over her body as she watched one of the Negroes slowly insert a 
thick black finger into the hot, wet slit, stroking the girl's tiny bud-like 
clitoris at the same time. 

Lynn had never dared to imagine that they would go this far on the stage, 
and the audience was going even worse things, including McHenry. She 
struggled unsuccessfully to dislodge his hand from where it had wedged 
itself between her own tightly-clenched thighs, but then a series of 
delighted feminine gasps made her look up at the stage again. The tiny 
innocent blonde cringed back in horror as she saw that one of the black men 
had dropped his trousers to the floor, revealing an erected penis so 
gigantic that she imagined it must be at least half-again as large as Ed's, 
the only one she had ever seen. Something inside her snapped and she knew 
she had to go home now, before she went entirely to pieces and allowed Ed's 
boss to have his way with her. 

"Mr. McHenry," she whispered weakly, wringing her hands in nervous 
apprehension as she saw the brunette girl on the stage fondling the 
monstrous black penis with both hands. 

"Mmmmmmm?" George murmured dreamily, not taking his eyes from the stage. She 
felt him try to work his fingers up closer to the crotch-band of her thin 
nylon panties and also noticed for the first time that his breathing had 
become hoarse and heavy. 

"Mr. McHenry! Please!" she urgently whispered again, feeling herself become 
annoyed at this man for taking her to this perverted club and then actually 
trying to get her to participate in the same disgusting things the rest of 
the audience was beginning to do. 

As if hearing her for the first time, her husband's boss started and looked 
over at her, tearing his gleaming eyes from the stage with obvious effort. 
He had heard her speak his name before but had hoped that if he ignored her, 
she would once again allow herself to become caught up in the excitement 
around them. Now, he could tell by the expression on her face that he hadn't 
much chance of getting at the lush young body tonight and his crafty mind 
immediately began to work out another plan to get to this innocent young 
wife of his top junior executive. 

As she saw the cool, calculating look in his eyes, Lynn suddenly remembered 
the thinly-veiled proposition he had made to her while they were dancing and 
the possible consequences to Ed if she angrily berated him for what he had 
been trying to do under her dress. Desperately trying to restrain her 
indignation, Lynn forced herself to smile sweetly at the paunchy, balding 
man. 

Though earlier in the evening, she had started to think that she might enjoy 
McHenry's company, she now saw him for the repulsive, sex-hungry monster he 
was and she wanted nothing more than to get away from him and the Executive 
Club and all the depraved men and women who were here tonight. She almost 
felt like crying from the shame and humiliation of this terrible evening, 
but she knew that she still had to be nice to this man. Lynn was certain 
that her husband, ambitious as he was, would still want to put his boss in 
his place when she told him about what McHenry had tried to do to her. So 
for now, she was resolved to be sweet and not let the man know how insulted 
she really was. Later, she could cry on Ed's shoulder, she consoled herself, 
and Ed would take care of his boss tomorrow! 

"Please, if you don't mind, I would really like to go home," Lynn whispered 
apologetically to the man beside her. "I have a ... an upset stomach. I'm 
afraid I'm not used to drinking so much, Mr. McHenry." 

"All right, Lynn. If you really want to leave ..." he said, but without 
disappointment. This snotty little blonde was going to take more work than 
he'd planned on, but McHenry already had the beginnings of a scheme that 
would give both him and Marian a lot more fun in the long run, and be 
somewhat more interesting besides. "I must apologize for the show, my dear," 
he went on evenly. "The regular show is quite a bit more unusual, but that's 
only presented on weekends. Maybe we could arrange for you and Ed to come 
and see it sometime ..." 

"Yes, yes, fine!" Lynn hurriedly agreed, willing to consent to almost 
anything at the moment in order to escape from this terrible place. Then, 
realizing that she might have sounded suspiciously anxious, she smiled 
self-consciously and added, "Please, forgive me if I'm being rude. It's just 
that I almost never drink anything stronger than ginger ale." 

"Of course, my dear, I understand. It happens to the best of us," George 
sympathized in a fatherly way, taking the opportunity to pat her knee. 
"Don't worry your pretty head about it. I'm certain we'll find another 
chance to continue our discussion about Ed's future in the corporation." 

The ungentlemanly leer that accompanied McHenry's statement made Lynn's 
irritation with him flare up again, but she managed to hold it in check. She 
knew now that both she and Ed would have to be very cautious if they wanted 
to preserve his chances for that promotion without simply handing her body 
over to McHenry. She wished that she hadn't drunk so much, so that she would 
have known better than to have sat through as much of that lewd performance, 
but at least she knew now what kind of place the Executive Club was and what 
kind of vile beast Ed's superior was, a man who would trade upon a woman's 
loyalty to her husband just to get her into a bed with him. She was 
completely revolted by what had happened tonight and she knew that Ed would 
be too, when she told him. Ed would know what to do with this man, even if 
it meant looking for a job with another company. 

Not wanting to postpone leaving any longer, the tiny curvaceous blonde 
quickly rose from the table and walked out of the salon, without waiting for 
McHenry to follow. She hurried into the anteroom where the doorman was still 
standing by the entranceway. Lynn started to smile sympathetically at the 
man, imagining how degraded the man must feel after working for all these 
perverted and depraved people, but then she noticed that, though he was 
looking straight at her, he had no idea of the expression on her face. 
Instead, his beady eyes were blatantly tracing the contours of her ripe, 
well-rounded body under the clinging black dress she wore. Blushing 
furiously at the man's insolent inspection of her generously curved form, 
Lynn frantically searched the room for the door to the coat closet, planning 
to leave with or without George McHenry, but the dark blue plush on the 
walls camouflaged the edges of the cloak room, wherever it was. After 
enduring the doorman's penetrating surveyance for another humiliating 
minute, she turned to face him again, her blue eyes dark with anger. 

"Would you mind terribly getting my coat, please!" she snapped impatiently, 
wondering what McHenry was doing all this time. The short, hefty doorman 
completely ignored her angry demand, however, and continued to lounge by the 
front door, completely motionless, except for his gleaming eyes which were 
measuring every part of her lush, young body. 

The doorman knew why Mr. McHenry brought these young girls to the club and, 
no matter what he said about the girls becoming members when their husbands 
got promoted, Bert had never seen any of the girls more than one or two 
times, and he never saw their husbands at all. So, he couldn't see any good 
reason to jump just because this one snapped her fingers. Chances are, she 
would never come back again and besides, it was more fun just looking at 
her. He always had enjoyed Mr. McHenry's taste in women. 

Mortified and incensed by the doorman's obliviousness to anything but her 
body, Lynn was just about to walk out of the club and travel the short 
distance to her home without her coat when McHenry appeared in the doorway 
to the salon, accompanied by a tall, strikingly-beautiful woman who looked 
about forty years old. Lynn thought she might have seen her before, at one 
of the company cocktail parties, and while McHenry and the woman had their 
heads bent together in whispered conversation, Lynn had the opportunity to 
study her more closely. At first, the petite blonde admired the masses of 
gleaming auburn hair piled elegantly on the woman's head and her long, 
slinky gown of shiny emerald green satin, but then suddenly, Lynn remembered 
where she had seen the redhead before - she was the very same woman who had 
apparently been making love astride some unknown man only a few minutes ago, 
right in front of everyone in the club! Repulsed by even the nearness of 
such a loose woman, Lynn turned away, cynically thinking that George McHenry 
was probably making a date with his companion for later on that evening. 

Curious about what sort of person would act so wanton and uninhibited before 
a group of virtual strangers - for she was certain that the redhead had no 
real connection with the Executive Club - Lynn glanced back to steal another 
look at the woman. At that moment, the statuesque beauty looked up and her 
green eyes locked for a moment with the gaze of the small lovely blonde who 
stood only a few yards away. The strange woman stared at her with a look so 
cool and dispassionate, yet so penetrating, that Lynn almost felt like she 
was in a doctor's office being examined for some disease. But, before she 
could become annoyed at the redhead's interest in her face and figure, Lynn 
realized that she had turned back to her conversation with McHenry. Lynn saw 
her smile and nod approvingly at something the man said before she 
disappeared back into the darkened salon where the staged drama was still in 
progress. 

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear," McHenry said as he hurried toward 
her. "I just wanted to have a little chat with my wife before I left. I 
would have introduced you two, but Marian was in quite a hurry to get back 
and see the rest of the floor show. She seems to be enjoying it a little 
more than you did, but then Marian always was a very enthusiastic woman." 

"Your w-wife?" Lynn stammered feebly, wondering if the woman had seen her 
and McHenry dancing right before the show, when he had been so obscenely 
grinding his body against hers. Then, just as quickly, Lynn remembered that 
Ed's boss must have seen his wife making love to that other man; she was 
right in front of the stage and it would have been impossible to miss her. 
Despite the disgust she had felt toward him earlier, Lynn experienced a 
momentary twinge of pity for the man for having to witness such a terrible 
sight. "I ... I didn't know she was here ... Is there anything? ... I mean, 
why didn't your wife come and sit with us tonight? I would like to meet 
her." 

"Oh, don't worry, you'll meet her. As a matter of fact, she mentioned 
something about our getting together very soon with you and Ed ... something 
about hoping that Ed's as attractive as you are ..." McHenry was unable to 
hold back a grin at the shocked expression on her pretty face, and he 
mischievously added, "Marian's really very friendly. She just wanted to get 
back to her friends." 

"Oh, yeah," Lynn said vacantly, forgetting her manners in the strangeness of 
the whole situation. He didn't even seem upset by what his wife had done and 
Mrs. McHenry hadn't looked jealous at all, even though she must have 
suspected her husband's intentions toward his young guest. The whole thing 
was just too crazy for her to comprehend it, Lynn finally decided, and she 
would just have to talk to Ed about it when she arrived home. 

"Well, shall we go, my dear?" McHenry said, breaking into her thoughts. She 
looked up and saw that he already wore his heavy overcoat and had moved 
closer to the door. 

"But my coat!" 

"It's right behind you," George said with a chuckle. "Our Bert never lets 
anyone get a chance to ask for anything around here. In fact, he sometimes 
hands me my coat before I think I'm ready to leave. He always knows when 
I've had enough." 

Lynn looked over her shoulder and saw with amazement that the doorman was 
standing behind her, holding her coat open for her to slip into, a wide, 
salacious grin etched on his pudgy features. Was this the same man who 
couldn't be bothered to find her coat when she asked him? the blonde 
wondered to herself, annoyed that the doorman had very clearly showed her 
the lack of status she, a nonmember, had around the Executive Club. 

Lynn slid her arms into the coat and pulled it up onto her slim shoulders, 
coldly shrugging away the doorman's attempts to help her. Without even 
pausing to button it up against the bitter weather outside, the tiny 
housewife stalked away toward the door, tossing a deliberately icy "Thank 
you so much, Bert," back over her shoulder. 

"Oh, don't mention it, madam," the cockily grinning doorman shot back, his 
voice smooth as oil. "It will be a pleasure serving you when you and your 
husband are regular members. I hope we see you again soon." 

Lynn fumed silently at the sarcastic sound of the man's voice and she 
silently swore, as she passed through the door McHenry held open for her, 
that she would never enter this place again unless she had Ed to protect 
her. And she was pretty certain that, once she told him about what had 
happened, Ed wouldn't want to go here either, no matter how important it was 
to his career. Not all executives wanted wives like Marian McHenry! 

 Chapter 3 

"Absolutely marvelous woman you have here, Ed. Everyone at the club was 
absolutely wild about her and I had to swear I'd bring her back again!" 

"Of course, George, I don't pick anything but winners," Ed Waring jubilantly 
agreed as he handed McHenry a frosted martini he had just mixed. "Lynn, for 
heaven's sake, take George's coat and we'll get him warmed up a little 
before he has to go out into that blizzard again!" 

Lynn was still in the doorway to their house, trying to stamp the wet snow 
from her thin shoes and frost-red ankles. It had apparently been snowing all 
the time she and McHenry had been in the Executive Club, and she felt 
chilled to the bone from having to fight her way through the blistering wind 
and soggy flakes that were still pouring down from the sky. Now, she looked 
up at Ed and tried to flash him a look of warning, but he either did not see 
or ignored the expression on her face. 

"Thanks, son, but I don't want to impose right now," George said, smiling 
expansively as he pulled off his leather gloves. "The reason we came home 
early was because Lynn wasn't feeling too chipper and, much as I'd like to 
stay and enjoy her lovely company for a while longer, I think I'd better go 
home so you can tuck her into bed." 

Lynn saw the expression of irritation that clouded her husband's face and 
knew he was worrying if she had somehow insulted McHenry by cutting the 
evening short before he was ready to leave. "Oh, don't worry, darling, it's 
nothing major," she quickly chimed in, stepping into the living room after 
hanging her wrap beside Ed's own dripping overcoat. "I'm afraid I drank a 
bit more than my limit and I wanted to leave before I did anything I'd 
regret later." She tried to place special emphasis on her words so that Ed 
would realize that the evening had not been quite as innocent as he now 
assumed, but rather than even notice she was trying to tell him something, 
he turned on her with a look of accusation that she knew was not entirely in 
fun. 

"I certainly hope you didn't embarrass us at the club, honey," he murmured, 
his ominous tone of voice belying the smile he wore. Then, turning back to 
McHenry, Ed went on in a more apologetic tenor. "George, I'm really glad I 
got home early enough to see you. I want to apologize for my wife. I should 
have told you she's not used to drinking much, but I promise it won't happen 
again. If you ever want to take her to the club again, I'll make her promise 
to stay on ginger ale before she leaves the house." 

Lynn's back stiffened and she stared at her husband's face, wondering if she 
was hearing him correctly. After all she had been through tonight, was she 
going to have the added humiliation of hearing her husband apologize for 
her, when all she had done was try to preserve her fidelity to him? Was he 
so hungry for that promotion that he would unthinkingly jump on the idea 
that she had made a fool of herself this evening, without even giving her an 
opportunity to tell him the unbelievable insults she had endured from this 
man he was fawning over right now? And now, he was already trying to set up 
another date for her to that ... that sex club! 

"Darling, I wouldn't think of embarrassing you," she said from between 
clenched teeth, straining to keep her voice sweet and wife-like. "Why don't 
you and George talk in the office tomorrow? I really don't feel well and I 
think I ought to go to bed, if you don't mind terribly." 

McHenry's eyebrows lifted in surprise as he heard the tiny blonde call him 
by his first name. He had asked her to call him "George" several times this 
evening, but she had coldly ignored the request, clinging to the more formal 
"Mr. McHenry." Now, he knew that it was a sign that she was either softening 
toward him, or so upset that she had forgotten herself. If it was the 
latter, he decided he would have to talk fast if he still wanted to get this 
enticing little morsel into bed because, no matter how ambitious young 
Waring was, there was no telling what might happen if his wife told him what 
had happened tonight before George had a chance to get to him and give him a 
slightly-altered version of the night's events. 

"Look, sweetheart, if you want to sleep that badly, go on, and George and I 
will just enjoy our drinks. Okay?" Ed was advising his obviously distraught 
wife, a look of dismay on his face that she would be so openly inhospitable 
to their important guest. "But you're going to have to learn how to stay up 
a little late if I get that -" 

"Now, now, Ed. Calm down," McHenry interrupted, seemingly concerned about 
the argument budding between the two young people. In fact, it was exactly 
what he'd hoped for and expected. "Sometimes, wives just have to be pampered 
a little. I was just going home anyway," he added, putting what he hoped was 
the right amount of disappointment in his voice. 

"Oh, no, George. Stay a while longer," Ed urged him as visions of a lost 
promotion filled his brain. Turning to his wife, he snapped, "For God's 
sake, Lynn, stop indulging yourself and make up a few more drinks. It's not 
going to kill you to stay up a while longer." 

"Ed, please -" his young, visibly upset wife pleaded, trying to tell him 
with her eyes that it was desperately important that she talk to him, before 
McHenry had a chance to commit her to another evening like this one. She 
could still feel the warmth of McHenry's fingers as they had tried to force 
her legs apart under the table at the club and she shuddered in horror at 
the thought of having to go through that again. 

In his agony of doubt in wondering if all his aspirations to executive 
status had been ruined by his wife's silly selfishness, Ed did not even 
acknowledge her plaintive cry. Instead, he went hurrying after McHenry who 
was already moving toward the door, pulling his gloves back on as he walked. 
Stumbling anxiously behind his departing boss, Ed could not see the secret 
smile of triumph that already wreathed George's face. 

"Look, George, I'm really sorry about this evening," the handsome young 
husband nervously repeated. "I just don't know what could have gotten into 
Lynn to make her act so rude." 

"Well, son, she's barely more than a teenager," George shrugged, with a 
trace of regret in his voice. "Perhaps, she's a little young to carry all 
the responsibility that goes with being an executive's wife ..." His eyes 
darted back to the tiny blonde who was struggling to restrain her fury in 
the middle of the living room. It was all he could do to keep from rushing 
back into the room and tearing the clothes off that "youngster" right now. 
Obscene thoughts of how tight her wet little pussy would be shifted through 
his mind. He could see by the stricken look on Waring's face that he thought 
he had lost the promotion and George had no doubt that Ed would hand over 
his young blonde wife without a thought right now, if he thought it would 
get that third vice-presidency back again. 

But George had better plans and no matter how much he might enjoy the idea 
of ramming his hardened cock up into her soft little belly right this 
minute, he knew that it was going to be infinitely more interesting to watch 
Waring selling his pretty young wife down the drain, without ever suspecting 
what he was doing. 

McHenry allowed a few more minutes for his ominous pronouncement on Lynn's 
potential as an "executive wife" to sink in, then listened with apparent 
disinterest as Ed began to beg for another chance, just as George had 
expected. 

"Really, George, you've got to understand that this was just a bad night for 
Lynn ... I mean, you said that everybody at the club liked her ... she's 
just awfully wound up about all this excitement about the promotion," Ed 
defended, rushing his words out in hopes that he could change McHenry's mind 
before he had a chance to sleep on his decision. 

"Mmmm. That's quite possible I suppose," the balding man murmured with 
seeming thoughtfulness. He seemed to ponder some question in his mind for a 
few moments, then looked up at Ed with a condescending smile. "Well, son, 
let's try it again then. Why don't you and your wife come to the club with 
Marian and me next Saturday night? Do you think Lynn would be feeling better 
by then, or should we postpone it for a while?" 

This was what she had been dreading, and Lynn didn't even have to listen to 
know how Ed was going to respond to the second invitation. 

"She'll be just fine, George. Don't you worry about a thing," Ed almost 
shouted with joy. 

"I've got nothing to worry about, son," McHenry said pointedly, in a low 
tone so that Lynn would not hear. Then, he looked back to where she was 
sitting and fuming on the couch and waved his hand in a friendly farewell. 
"Goodnight, my dear, and thank you for your company." 

"Good-night, Mr. McHenry," Lynn bitterly replied, barely managing a weak 
smile to accompany her farewell. She had never expected Ed to act so cruel 
and selfish and now she had no idea of how to tell him what had really 
happened. She watched him cheerfully say good-bye to McHenry, then wearily 
rose from the couch as her husband closed the door behind his boss. The only 
way to explain things was to just tell him exactly what had happened, she 
finally decided, and she might as well get it over with right now, so that 
Ed would have an opportunity to figure out a way to withdraw gracefully from 
the date he had made with McHenry. 

"Listen, darling, you just wouldn't believe what -" 

"Oh, Christ, honey, I'm too tired to listen to your complaints now," Ed 
angrily interrupted her. "You put me through all kinds of hell just calming 
you down enough to go out tonight - then I've got to try to keep the 
martinis from getting to my brain at a really important business dinner and 
then I come home to this! Do you realize that for a few minutes there, I had 
lost the promotion! I don't know what made him change his mind, but it 
certainly didn't help to have you sulking on the couch like a spoiled little 
girl. Why don't you grow up!" 

His harsh words brought tears to her eyes, but Lynn struggled to keep back 
the sobs until she could explain. "Ed, you don't understand! That man -" 

"Oh, the man made a pass at you, I suppose," he sarcastically broke in. 
"Lynn, we knew he was going to do that before you left, but we'd already 
decided that you could gracefully say no without injuring anybody's pride. 
Honey, those things happen in real life! This isn't a fairy tale it's 
business! My career!" 

Oh, but we didn't know about the obscene "floor show" and the people taking 
their clothes off and making love in front of everyone else, she thought to 
herself. Lynn knew Ed was too furious to pay attention to anything she had 
to say, but she had to tell him now! 

Swallowing her resentment, she quietly asked, "Ed, would you please give me 
a chance to tell you what happened at the Executive Club?" 

"Good God, that's the last thing I want to hear now!" he growled. "Look, the 
fact is, you made a mess of things tonight. That's all I need to know. You'd 
just better pull yourself together, though, enough to do things right on 
Saturday night. Because if this promotion passes me by, I might not get 
another chance!" With that, he whirled away from his stricken wife and 
stamped off into the rear of the house. 

"Ed!" she cried mournfully after him, but the sound was lost in the loud 
slam of the bathroom door. 

Stunned by the force of his anger, Lynn collapsed tearfully on the couch 
again. Of course, she had known he would be upset by what had happened 
tonight, but she had never imagined that he would take McHenry's side over 
his own wife's protests. Though she tried to excuse Ed in her mind by 
thinking about how nervous he was about the vice-presidency, she couldn't 
help but get angrier and angrier. His career, his career - that was all he 
talked about anymore, all he seemed to live for. What about his marriage, or 
didn't that count these days? 

The pretty blonde noticed that the hem of her dress had pulled up to the 
tops of her legs when she had sat down and she automatically made a movement 
to pull it back over her shapely thighs. Then, as she looked down at the 
low-cut neckline of the provocatively-styled dress Ed had bought for her to 
wear tonight, her tears began to dry and her bright blue eyes sparkled with 
renewed resentment. Suddenly, she realized that Ed was as much to blame as 
McHenry for trapping her in that horrible situation this evening! 

After all, she reasoned inwardly, it had been Ed who had bought her this 
alluring dress because he knew very well that McHenry's interest in her was 
more than strictly business. In fact, Ed had admitted it tonight, saying 
that they had already discussed the possibility of Lynn having to fend off a 
"pass." Well, she would just let her disbelieving husband see what kind of 
pass she had had to deal with, she abruptly decided with a smile of bitter 
amusement on her lips. If Ed didn't want to hear about what had happened to 
her tonight, how she had made such a "mess" of things, he would just have to 
find out for himself. 

In fact, she was already looking forward to watching Ed react to Marian 
McHenry's shameless lewdness and the floor show that McHenry had said was 
even "better" on weekends. What was "better" than four black men raping a 
helpless girl, especially to a mind like his, Lynn didn't even want to try 
to imagine, but whatever it was, the tiny blonde was certain it would shock 
her husband back into realizing that what was best for his career was not 
always perfect for their marriage. 

And, then, maybe, she would be married to a husband again - and not 
Amalgamated Industries. 

 Chapter 4 

The lights were beginning to fade out in the huge salon of the Executive 
Club and once again Lynn craned her neck around, searching the room for some 
sign of Ed, her husband, and George McHenry's wife, Marian. It had been 
almost fifteen minutes since the beautiful redhead had risen from where they 
were seated on one of the long couches and announced that she wanted to take 
"our prospective member" on a quick tour of the Executive Club. Distrustful 
of the gorgeous woman's motives toward her husband, Lynn had been about to 
ask if she could come as well, but a withering glance from Ed had stifled 
her request. 

Now, as the floor show was about to begin, the lovely young blonde was 
unable to ignore the worry that was gnawing at her mind. She already knew 
that McHenry's wife had no scruples whatsoever when it came to sex and, 
though the copper-haired beauty had behaved almost primly since she had been 
introduced to Lynn and Ed here tonight at the club, Lynn had no doubts that 
Marian thought it was good sport to get her hands on other women's husbands, 
especially if they were as handsome as dark-haired Ed. Besides, even though 
Lynn and Ed had not talked much since their row earlier in the week over her 
date with McHenry, the young wife knew that Ed was desperately worried about 
that promotion and, after he had so unfairly turned on her that night, Lynn 
was no longer certain to what lengths he would go to get that 
vice-presidency. 

"Penny for your thoughts, my dear?" George smiled at the lush-bodied young 
blonde beside him. 

"Oh, they're not really that interesting, Mr. McHenry," Lynn said ruefully. 
"I'm sorry, I just got lost for a moment ... were you saying anything?" 
Strangely, after Ed had been sullen and forbidding for the last few days, 
Lynn was finding herself enjoying his boss's company tonight. It was such a 
welcome change to be with a man who was simply considerate and friendly that 
she found herself warming to McHenry, even though she knew that his eyes 
wandered secretly over the curves of her body every time she looked away 
from him. 

"No, nothing more interesting than your thoughts, I imagine," he replied. 
"By the way, my dear, could I possibly convince you to call me `George'? I'm 
sure that Ed and Marian have gotten down to first names by now." 

I'm sure they have, Lynn thought dryly, but nevertheless smiled up at her 
husband's superior. "All right ... George," she murmured graciously, feeling 
a little closer to the man as she said his name. "George, what happened to 
Marian and Ed? They're going to miss the show if they don't hurry." After 
all, she remembered, the main reason she had wanted to come tonight was so 
that Ed could see the scandalous floor show they presented to the members. 
If he didn't appear soon, he would never understand what had made her so 
upset the other night! 

"Oh, don't hold your breath, my dear. Marian's a rabid talker," George 
casually advised her. "If she finds someone to listen, she can go on for 
hours. If Ed knows how to look interested, we may not see them again until 
we leave." 

"Until we leave?" Lynn cried out in alarm. "But -" 

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me for the evening," McHenry shrugged, 
grinning at the same time, for he had a pretty good idea of what was going 
on between Waring and Marian right now, and it wasn't just conversation. 
"I'll tell you what though - I've figured out a way we can get you off 
ginger ale tonight without ruining your evening, if you like. They have a 
very rare drink here. It's delicious and it won't make you drunk. You'll 
just feel very nice and relaxed. I think you'd like it." 

"Well, Ed made me promise ..." she said slowly, indecision apparent on her 
pretty face. Then, she remembered that her husband had probably deserted her 
for the evening. "All right, George. If he's gone all the time, he's not 
going to know the difference, I guess," she finally agreed, trying to hide 
the sadness she felt at Ed's disappearance. 

George was grinning smugly as he raised his hand to signal a waiter. If he 
knew women at all, this floor show and Waring's lengthy disappearance, 
combined with the potent aphrodisiac he was ordering right now, would have 
sweet little Lynn Waring flat on her back and her slim young legs spread 
wide in a matter of hours. When the waiter had hurried away, he leaned back 
contentedly, pondering the idea of Ed Waring's voluptuous wife's smooth slim 
legs wrapped tight around him as he shoved his cock into her and fucked her 
within an inch of her life. He was going to give her a ride she wouldn't 
forget for the rest of her life, he gloated to himself, pitying Marian for 
having to be satisfied with her young punk of a husband. 

"Mmm, that's nice - sort of licorice, isn't it?" Lynn smiled over the drink 
the waiter had just brought to the table. The liquor was pale milky white 
and tasted smooth going down her throat. She lifted the glass again and took 
a larger sip. "It doesn't seem at all potent," she finally decided. 

"That's right," George grinned slyly. "It won't make you dull and sleepy 
like most drinks. It just leaves a smooth and mellow feeling in you all the 
time you're drinking it. In fact, some people say they even get to feeling a 
little sexy when they drink it." 

"W-what?" Lynn choked on the third gulp she had taken. God, that was the 
last thing she wanted to feel around George McHenry and now she was sorry 
that she had been drinking it so fast. "Maybe ... maybe, this is a little 
too strong for me ..." 

"Oh, don't worry, my dear," McHenry laughed smoothly. "Do you feel like 
you're about to lose control of yourself? After all, you've already drunk 
half the glass!" 

"No, I don't think so, George," Lynn couldn't help but giggle in return. The 
idea of any drink really making you feel "sexy" was absurd, she was sure. 

"Well, then, you haven't got a thing to worry about," George assured her 
with a pat on the hand, grinning at his own bald-faced lie. He was the man 
who had tracked down the vintage liquor for the Executive Club and had 
arranged the special shipment that finally arrived that morning. From 
personal "research" he had conducted in Spain and France, McHenry knew that 
the real effects of this drink would not hit Lynn until later, probably when 
she least expected it, and he felt his prick lurch in his pants at the 
thought of watching this naively sweet little housewife when the drink 
started to heat her up. It took all his willpower to keep from reaching over 
and pulling her to the floor right that minute but he held himself back, 
knowing that it was going to be so much better when she was ripe and ready. 

Suddenly, the room was filled with the gentle strains of the soft music that 
Lynn vaguely remembered from the show she had seen the other night at the 
club. She knew the floor show was just about to begin and, for a moment, she 
felt a flash of fear at having to sit through another one of these obscene 
exhibitions with McHenry beside her. But then, she relaxed, recalling that 
even though Ed wasn't with her, he was still right here in the building and 
the young woman was certain that his boss wouldn't dare try anything with 
her husband so close by. 

* 

* 

* 

"Hey, we'd better get back, Marian," Ed exclaimed as he looked at his 
wristwatch and realized that they'd been gone for over ten minutes. "Lynn's 
going to be worried and, even worse, your husband's going to think I've 
stolen you away." 

He rose from the huge double bed on which he'd been sitting, in one of the 
two giant bedrooms on the second floor of the club. Across the room, 
however, Marian did not stir from the couch on which she sat, her long, 
shapely legs provocatively crossed under the thigh-high velvet mini-dress 
she wore. 

"Don't be in such a hurry, Ed," the gorgeous redhead said quietly. "George 
can handle your wife and I can handle George. I've been wanting to meet you 
for a long time and I certainly don't want to hand you back to Lynn this 
quickly." 

Ed stopped in his tracks and stared in surprise at the older woman whose 
"tour" had consisted of leading him up to this bedroom, then relaxing for a 
chat over a couple of drinks one of the waiters had brought up. He had felt 
her eyes locked tightly on him ever since they had been introduced this 
evening and now he was beginning to suspect that she was interested in 
something more stimulating than simple conversation. 

"I - I really think we'd better go," Ed said hurriedly, flushing a little at 
the open invitation in the beautiful woman's green eyes. Though he had to 
admit that for a woman her age, or any age for that matter, Marian McHenry 
was really built, he was not prepared to ruin his whole career in one night 
by playing around with his boss's wife. George is probably wondering what's 
happened to us and I don't want -" 

"George never wonders about me and he'll be wondering about you if I bring 
you back so quickly," she broke in with a smile. "He thinks I talk more than 
any woman on earth but it's not always gossip that keeps me busy, dear. Now, 
why don't you come over and sit beside me for a moment." 

Nervously biting his lip, Ed walked slowly to where she was sitting and 
seated himself on the other end of the couch, but immediately, the 
seductively smiling woman slid over to sit so close that her long, bare 
thigh pressed tightly against his own trouser-clad leg. Ed tried to pull 
back a little, worried that a waiter or one of the members might come in, 
but he was already back up against the arm of the sofa. He had never 
experienced a problem like this before and wasn't exactly sure how he should 
respond. He knew he had to please both McHenry and his wife, but by pleasing 
her, he could have himself black-balled from every corporation in the 
country if her husband found out about what had happened. 

"Don't be frightened, Ed," the beautiful woman whispered huskily into his 
ear. "It's all right, here." 

Ed stiffened as he saw her slender fingers reach out over his trousers and 
begin to trace a light teasing path over the tops of his thighs. Even the 
heavy fabric of his trousers did nothing to dull his senses to her touch and 
he shuddered slightly as he felt her make contact with the softness of his 
penis. Breathing wetly into his ear, she worked her fingertips slowly and 
methodically over the fabric that covered the sleeping sex organ. 

"Surprised?" she murmured as she felt the first slight stirrings of his rod 
beneath his pants. 

"W-we shouldn't be doing this, Marian, ... uh, Mrs. McHenry. It doesn't look 
too good and someone might come in," he gasped out, despite the constricting 
tightness in his throat. 

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she laughed in a low throaty voice. "I reserved 
this room for the evening. No one will bother us. Certainly not George - 
he's too tied up with your wife and that champagne bottle." 

"But Lynn -" he protested, suddenly concerned for his wife alone with this 
woman's husband. 

"Your sweet little wife's perfectly safe with him, believe me," she lied 
smoothly. "Unless, of course, she has hot pants. I've never known George to 
turn down a lady's request." 

Ed couldn't help but smile at the idea of Lynn having "hot pants" for George 
McHenry, the man she obviously despised. But, he quickly sobered again at 
the thought of what Marian was proposing. It was just too dangerous and he 
knew he had to get out of this room before she began to think he was really 
agreeable to her unbelievable proposition. Even though he wished Lynn could 
take some lessons on how to handle a man from this sexy redhead, he had 
never been unfaithful to his blonde wife and certainly didn't want to start 
now. That was one complication he simply couldn't afford in his life right 
now. 

"Listen, Marian, I'm a married man," he stammered in a whisper. "A-and 
you're married too!" 

"Makes it a little more interesting, don't you think?" she grinned. Then her 
expression became more serious as she went on. "You know, I'm the one who 
first suggested you for that promotion. I saw you at that last cocktail 
party and I knew right away that you had to get a membership to the club so 
we could have the chance to be alone together, just like right now. Would 
you mind that so much, Ed?" 

Ed's words froze in his throat. He was so startled by the sudden revelation 
of Marian's role in his career that he was completely tongue-tied. It was 
hard to believe that she had used enough influence on her husband to make 
him consider Ed for the vice-presidency and yet that would explain why he 
had been considered at all, when there were so many older, more experienced 
men in the corporation. 

"George does anything I tell him, dear," Marian broke the silence as if 
reading his thoughts. "And I mean that. If we play it right, you'll be in 
that executive suite before you know it. That's your big dream, isn't it?" 

As she spoke, she continued to slide her hand gently over the crotch of his 
trousers, chuckling softly as she felt him involuntarily hardening under her 
fingertips. 

"I know you like it, Ed," she breathed into his ear. "Why fight it? You 
can't lose on me, dear ..." 

"Marian, we just can't do it," he said in almost a pleading tone. "I could 
never face George and Lynn again if we did." 

"Well, then, let's have one more drink brought up and then we'll go down and 
see how our mates are getting along," she sighed. "But, if they don't miss 
us, you have to promise to at least come back up here and talk to me. After 
all, I've put a lot of work into getting you alone. I should at least get 
some conversation out of it." 

Marian's smile was so charming that Ed didn't see how he could turn down 
such an innocent request. He nodded his head after a momentary pause, then 
watched as she rose to walk to the telephone beside the bed. He couldn't 
help but notice the full rounded moons of her buttocks joggling 
provocatively under her dress and he caught his breath for a moment as he 
felt his cock jump in his pants. He was going to have to watch himself this 
evening, he suddenly realized. This woman was dynamite and he didn't want 
her to blow up his marriage and his career. 

"Hello, Bert?" Marian murmured softly into the telephone receiver as the 
doorman answered downstairs. "I'd like two more drinks up here ... no, not 
the same. I think we'd like some of that special Spanish liqueur that 
arrived this morning - the one George ordered ..." 

 Chapter 5 

Lynn sat, stiff with shock, as she watched what was happening on the stage 
before her. She was no longer aware of the people around her, but gazed as 
if mesmerized by the sight of the writhing naked girl on the bed that had 
appeared a few moments earlier, when the curtains on the stage were pulled 
back. Unaware that George was watching her every movement, the tiny blonde 
drained the remains of the first glass of the pale green liquor he had 
ordered, then gratefully took a sip of the refill that had been placed on 
the table before them by an attentive waiter. 

Lynn had never before seen anything like she was viewing right now, never 
even heard of such a thing except in whispered conversations with 
girlfriends when she was still in school, and now she sat wide-eyed, unable 
to tear her gaze away from the girl on the stage. It was a different girl 
than Lynn had seen the first night she had come to the Executive Club, but 
one just as young and lovely, and Lynn had wondered, when the curtains first 
were drawn, how they persuaded such youthful, innocent-looking girls to 
participate in these sordid exhibitions. The lovely blonde had wondered too 
if she would be able to sit through another one of these shows, but now she 
was so involved in what the girl on the stage was doing to herself that Lynn 
had even forgotten that George was still sitting beside her. 

On the raised platform before them, a beautiful black-haired girl lay on a 
narrow bed with the whole of her lush young body unclothed and exposed to 
the spectators in the audience. When the "floor show" had first begun, the 
girl had appeared to be fast asleep, tossing and mumbling as if she were 
caught up in a dream. But, then, she had started to wriggle more 
lasciviously as though under the caresses of some unknown lover and her 
hands had begun dancing over her prostrate body as if the dark-haired girl 
no longer controlled them. Finally, they had slipped lightly down over her 
flat, ivory belly, coming to rest together at the vee of her soft, 
down-covered pubic mound. The girl had groaned and rolled over to her back 
at the first contact of her own fingers against the moist slit between her 
thighs. Now with a deeper groan, she pulled her knees up until her toes 
barely brushed the sheets, then let her thighs fall wide apart, exposing to 
the spellbound onlookers the damp glistening pink furrow between. 

George McHenry felt his young neighbor jump slightly from the sudden 
unexpected display of the girl's hot, wet pussy and, in a seemingly 
protective gesture, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, dangling his 
hand over the front until his fingertips brushed softly against the tip of 
her breast. After seeing her response to the show, he was growing more 
confident by the second and lewd, obscene pictures of the things he would do 
to her soft young body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission 
began to run in lust-inciting-series through his mind. Knowing Marian, he 
knew that there was no way this little blonde's young husband was going to 
get away from that hot body of hers for at least a couple of hours, and once 
sweet innocent Mrs. Waring lost control of herself, George planned to take 
advantage of every minute they had. She'd know she'd been fucked when he 
finished with her, he gloated to himself. 

On the stage, the girl was slowly and tenderly worming her middle finger 
into the moist throbbing hole between her legs, forcing it downward until it 
was completely imbedded in the tight, smooth passageway, at the same time 
stroking at the tiny bud-like clitoris with another finger. Lynn gasped as 
she felt McHenry's hand wrap itself around her breast, squeezing it gently 
in time to the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed as her slender 
finger slipped in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips of her 
vagina. The petite blonde in the audience was afraid to look at the man 
beside her, was hypnotized into immobility by the scene taking place before 
her. Lynn's lips formed an "O" of undisguised astonishment as the 
dark-haired girl's face contorted with the effort of her manipulations and 
she thrust another finger past the rosy edges of her moist cunt, widening 
the lips as she rotated the inserted fingers in sensual abandon. Suddenly 
with a deep growl from deep in her chest, the girl worked another finger 
into her ravenously hungry pussy, heaving her hips madly upward to meet each 
stroke of her pounding hand. The three fingers disappeared between the warm, 
hair-lined pussy-lips with a soft, sucking noise and a deep moan of pleasure 
purred from the girl's throat. 

Lynn stiffened in momentary shock and only McHenry's firm grip on her 
suddenly throbbing breast kept her from leaping to her feet and from the 
room. She couldn't believe that such a thing was really happening right 
before her eyes and wondered vaguely if she was only imagining it through 
the light-headed, intoxicating haze of the liquor which suddenly seemed to 
be affecting her body with greater force. She could feel her own body twitch 
in sympathy with the girl on the stage and pressed her thighs tightly 
together to stifle the slight tingle that had just started deep in her belly 
and was beginning to work its way down to the sensitive area between her 
legs. George pressed harder into the softness of her breast and though the 
beautiful blonde felt her blood stir dangerously, she made no move to resist 
as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the thinness of her 
brassiere. She knew she would have to stop him soon, before things got out 
of control, but she decided to wait for a moment until the delicious warm 
glow between her thighs faded away. 

Deep moans of animal pleasure rose from the dark-haired girl's heaving chest 
as she began speeding into a more rapid rhythm, obviously straining toward a 
climax, lunging up to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight pink 
opening. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long mane of 
black hair flying around her flushed face as she tried and tried to bring 
herself to an orgasm. Still the girl struggled on, her palm beating a pagan 
rhythm against her straining upturned buttocks and her groans changing into 
sobbing high-pitched whines of desire. 

Suddenly a different whine answered the writhing girl and a monstrous, 
panting German Shepherd dog bounded onto the stage and jumped up on the bed. 
The young actress suddenly wakened from her troubled sleep, her big dark 
eyes wide with terror, and she jerked the back of her hand to her mouth to 
keep from screaming in fear. Then, apparently summoning all her courage, the 
girl made a movement as if to shove the giant animal off the bed, but the 
dog stood firm, growling menacingly down at her. She froze, not daring to 
move from her position of masturbation - thighs spread with her knees pulled 
high up on her chest. 

Lynn had cringed back into the couch when the animal leapt onto the bed and 
now she clung tightly to George's arm. The liquor had begun to make her feel 
like a loose bundle of raw nerve ends and the sudden appearance of the huge 
growling police dog had almost scared her out of her wits. 

"My God, George, what ... what's going on?" she whispered tremulously to the 
man beside her. 

"Nothing she's not going to love, my dear," George chuckled at her obvious 
horror. "This girl is new in the show and I have a feeling they didn't tell 
her about the dog. But don't worry, that big brute knows what to do and 
she's young, just the way he likes them." 

"Well, if you're sure it's all right ... " Lynn said uncertainly as she 
watched the girl on the stage shaking with fear beneath the snarling beast. 
The petite blonde took the drink McHenry pressed into her hand and downed it 
in one anxious swallow. Her own trembling passed and she relaxed again in 
George's arm, wondering only momentarily what had happened to Ed and Marion 
before she once again became completely involved in what was going on on the 
stage. 

She didn't really want to resist as McHenry's hand slipped under the 
neckline of her dress and beneath her bra to cup the softness of her large, 
firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between his thumb and 
forefinger, but she knew that Ed was still somewhere in the building and 
that he would never forgive her if he ever knew about her sudden unexplained 
excitement in the presence of another man. Yet, for some reason this evening 
she felt no guilt at all about allowing her husband's boss to touch her so 
intimately and, though she tried to think about how hurt Ed would be if he 
found out, all she could remember was the ways he had insulted and ignored 
her ever since that night she had come to the Executive Club with McHenry 
before. Somewhere in her drugged and passion-dimmed mind, she vaguely 
thought that her husband deserved to be taught a lesson, but the half-formed 
idea was lost as her attention suddenly jerked back to the stage. 

The German Shepherd had lowered his massive head to the helpless girl's 
crotch and was sniffing it with interest. Then, without warning, his tongue 
snaked out and began to lick wetly up and down the moist crevice, from the 
tight puckered hole of her anus to the hard swollen bud of her clitoris. For 
a moment, the quavering dark-haired girl tried to twist away from the 
strange attack, but a threatening growl from the hairy monster crouched over 
her defenseless body made her fall back onto the mattress. His great pink 
tongue slid wetly up and down the full length of her narrow moist slit 
again, flicking relentlessly between the girl's wide-splayed thighs and 
suddenly curling deep into her vaginal passageway. The fear-stricken moans 
that had been coming from the girl's shuddering body began to change to soft 
mewling sounds of involuntary delight as the big dog's wet slathering tongue 
forced her, in spite of her revulsion, to enjoy the perverted stimulation. 

Lynn felt chills of forbidden excitement rippling up her spine as she 
watched the change coming over the writhing girl on the bed. Her mind could 
barely accept the reality of what was happening before her or the strange 
delicious feelings that were beginning to course through her flesh in tiny 
licking flames of desire. George McHenry had pulled her so close against him 
now that she could hardly move and during the excitement of watching the 
young girl surrender to the dog's licking tongue, he had slipped his other 
hand under her skirt, and begun moving it slowly up her leg. She could feel 
small pin pricks of thrilling sensation following the path of his fingers up 
her thigh and racing through the tips of her nipples as he rolled them 
maddeningly between his fingertips. She could feel the damp warmth of his 
breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head toward her and suddenly 
locked his lips wetly against hers. She tried to squirm away but the 
throbbing pressure of his mouth against hers was too much for her in her 
present state. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry; I just can't help myself, my dear," George breathed into 
her mouth when he finally pulled away from her moist responsive lips. "I 
don't know what got into me. It's just that you're so young and beautiful 
... I can't control myself when I'm around you ..." 

For the first time that evening, Lynn sympathized with what McHenry was 
saying, for some strange unexplainable reason, she too was having difficulty 
keeping control over her emotions this evening. She realized that this was 
the first time since she had been married that another man had kissed her 
and she had almost forgotten what it was like. In spite of her guard being 
up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny 
butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach. 

The waiter was making the rounds of the salon, passing out fresh drinks to 
the people on the couches and Lynn pressed the cold glass thankfully to her 
lips as she vainly tried to sort out her confused thoughts. She had never 
imagined that another man kissing her could make her feel anything at all, 
particularly with her husband right there in the same building. But before 
she could pursue the disconcerting thought further, she heard several gasps 
from the people in the audience and she quickly looked up to see what was 
happening on the stage. 

The dog had lifted his head from the now-pleading girl's open pussy to nose 
her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance had 
disappeared under the maddening licking of her shamelessly aroused loins and 
she was virtually at the mercy of the huge beast slavering over her. As her 
quivering, spread-eagled body collapsed face down on the bed, the hairy 
brute lowered his snout again, the thick pink tongue slithering into the 
exposed crevice between her clenching buttocks. The dark-haired girl twisted 
her ass back toward him in order to give full access to the tongue lashing 
at her throbbing secret parts. 

Suddenly the German Shepherd was shoving his nose under the lust-dazed 
girl's groin, wedging his long pointed head between her pelvis and the 
mattress. Lynn's eyes widened in disbelief as the dog's powerful neck 
strained and the head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. There was no 
doubt what he was trying to do and the girl obediently crawled to her knees, 
thrusting her spread buttocks high in the air and bending before the huge 
animal in abject surrender. The thick tongue had lapped her to unquestioning 
defeat, overpowered her feeble resistance with its vigorous and relentless 
attack on her most sensitive flesh. 

Behind her, the huge dog reared up to mount the sweat-shiny globes of her 
buttocks, paws on her back. Lynn winced as she saw the creature's 
glistening, scarlet penis emerge from its hairy sheath, the tapered point 
dripping and dancing in the hot valley between the young girl's soft mooned 
ass-cheeks. The dog shivered and trembled, trying to bury the blood-red tip 
of the thick shaft in the girl's nakedly throbbing vagina. Moaning, she 
looked back, moving her smooth rounded young buttocks in a frantic effort to 
capture the lengthening spear, but always missing. The dog pushed forward 
wildly as he struggled to plant the pointed tip between her thighs, 
thrusting against her until his fleshy animal hardness by mistake found the 
tiny opening of her anus instead and popped in cruelly for a long tortuous 
moment. 

"Oooooh, God!" With a strangled cry, the dark-haired girl twisted to one 
side managing to escape the hideous impalement, but, having once tasted 
success, the dog returned immediately to the attack. Lynn held her breath 
with the other spectators who sat in suspense, watching as the giant 
drooling dog bucked madly behind the girl, attempting again to skewer her 
with the still-hardening length of his monstrous animal penis. 

At that moment, the girl reached back in desperation to grasp the slippery 
cock, guiding the glistening point of it into her own moistly pulsating 
cuntal slit, the shaft spreading it wider and wider apart with each wild 
thrust. Groans of excitement came from Ed Waring's disbelieving young wife 
in the audience as the huge German Shepherd jerked forward, burying his 
great prick deep in the dark-haired girl's wet, grasping hole. It pistoned 
forward with a sucking rush until it was in her up to the hilt, his small 
hairy balls swinging like covered walnuts below her vagina's drenched pubic 
hair. A cry of relief escaped her lips as she began to move rhythmically 
back and forth, meeting the panting canine's thrusts with shameless abandon. 
When the dog's forelegs slipped down to wrap around and trap her waist, she 
began to undulate her body and move her up-thrust buttocks in tiny lewd 
circles, completely yielding herself up to the beautiful animal-fucking she 
was getting from behind. Her face was contorted in ecstasy and her large 
taut breasts jounced tightly beneath her writhing torso as she moved in time 
to the dog's rhythmically skewering cock sliding in and out of her like a 
relentless hot poker searing her tender insides. 

Lynn's heart was pounding savagely in her chest and she was certain that 
Ed's boss must feel it throbbing under his hand. The burning sensation 
between her legs grew and grew in maddening intensity each moment she 
watched the girl being ravished by the German Shepherd and the tiny blonde 
began to dreamily muse, through the warm, lovely haze of the liquor, that 
perhaps she had been missing something in turning down all those passes she 
had received since she had been married to Ed. After all, she had never felt 
so wild and abandoned as she did now, and she was beginning to suspect that 
the fault might lie in her husband, rather than herself. All the hurt and 
humiliation she had been feeling all week had somehow mellowed after she had 
begun drinking that pale green liquid and her anger had tempered until she 
felt almost relaxed, sitting here with a virtual stranger touching her 
tingling flesh. As long as George didn't try to go too far, she hastily 
amended the thought, and McHenry had been acting like such a gentleman all 
evening ... 

Lynn was thinking of the seeping wetness between her thighs when her eyes 
strayed back to the stage and the obscenely swaying body of the girl 
kneeling before the humping German Shepherd. The pretty dark-haired girl had 
gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to 
the dumb beast through clenched teeth, pleading to the dog to fuck her 
harder and faster, to shoot his scorching animal sperm deep up into her 
battered womb. Lynn watched in abject fascination, biting hard on her lower 
lip to hold back an involuntary groan of frustration. She was beginning to 
perspire in her arousal and the heat of the excited people all around her 
served to generate more heat in her as well, until she felt a trickle of 
warm perspiration running from her navel down her stomach into her softly 
curling pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm and push 
forward her sex-flushed breasts more firmly into George's hand. Her nerves 
were thoroughly frayed and the aphrodisiac she had drunk made her flesh 
throb like bellows under her clothing. 

Her eyes locked almost enviously on the sight of the girl on the stage. It 
seemed to Lynn that the girl was reveling in the humiliation of being 
screwed by the panting beast in front of the crowd, grinding her buttocks 
back against the dog's hairy jerking body like a bitch in heat. The girl was 
no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that 
begged to be subjugated. Suddenly, Lynn wriggled down hard against her seat 
as she realized that George's hand had traveled all the way up under her 
dress and was now kneading the softness of her belly under the thin material 
of her clothing. She froze momentarily at the unexpected contact, then 
quickly looked around to see if anyone in the room had noticed George's sly 
movement. To her amazement, she saw that most of the other people on the 
couches were already involved in much greater intimacies and were too 
totally involved in the probing of other people's genitals to bother spying 
on their neighbors. 

As McHenry's fingers worked closer and closer to the softly pulsating mound 
of her vagina indecision again rose in her mind, but the thrilling pleasure 
of his touch slowly rationalized away the danger. He was fondling her large 
breasts more enthusiastically now, pinching her bud-like nipples until they 
throbbed in guilty pleasure. She felt his other hand move down and begin to 
tease at her vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of 
her lust-drenched panties. Lynn closed her eyes tightly for a moment and 
resigned herself to the rolling sensations of delight that were coursing 
through her body. It was almost as if he were touching her nakedness but 
still she felt safe. Surely he would go no farther with all the others 
around. 

But suddenly, she gasped in surprise as she felt his finger begin a gentle 
stroking motion, pushing the thin nylon of her panties, along with the 
fabric of her dress into her madly throbbing cuntal crevice. Her whole torso 
quivered as she felt one of his fingers snake under the wet band of her 
panties and slowly worm into the moist walls of her soft pussy. She could 
feel the thick invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of her 
impaled vagina, moving in tiny circles inside her, expanding her tight 
little hole with each teasing rotation. Lynn felt like she was about to go 
out of her mind. The sight of the girl on the stage being buffeted into the 
squeaking mattress by the German Shepherd and the soft moans and wet sucking 
sounds of intercourse that were beginning to drift toward her from all sides 
of the room and the long, thick finger fucking into her cunt without mercy 
were more than she could take. She had to get out of this place before she 
completely lost control of herself! 

"George, please, we've got to go! This is all wrong. Please take me out of 
here!" she softly beseeched the man beside her, pulling hard at one of his 
arms to pull his hand out from beneath her wrinkled dress. 

"Yes, maybe you're right, Lynn," McHenry murmured down at her with apparent 
worry on his face. "I think I might have lost control of myself. Let's go to 
one of the rooms upstairs where we can cool ourselves off." 

"Yes, yes, anywhere," she implored, "but please let's go now!" 

George pulled his hands free of her body and rose from the couch, giving her 
just a moment to smooth her dress down. He led her quickly toward the bar, 
stopping to fill their glasses and then, once more, pulled her by the hand 
out of the darkness of the salon into the doorway to the anteroom. There, he 
paused and turned around, dropping the triumphant smile he was wearing, just 
before Lynn saw his face. 

"What ... what are we waiting for?" Lynn stammered, embarrassed to face him 
after what had happened on the couch. 

"Help me look around in here for Marian and Ed," he said, motioning her back 
into the doorway to the main room. "I just want to see if they slipped in 
after the show started." 

"Oh, God, I hope not!" the blushing wife blurted out, horrified at the idea 
that her husband might have seen what McHenry was doing to her. Then, an 
even worse thought hit her - what if Ed had seen the show and responded the 
same way she had? Unlike George, Marian would be only too happy to take 
advantage of another's weakness, Lynn was certain. Bracing herself for 
whatever might meet her eyes, Lynn squinted into the dimness of the salon, 
searching the audience for some sign of her husband. But suddenly, her eyes 
were jerked to the front of the large room by a piercing cry from the stage. 
Unable to control her own curiosity, the young woman took a step back into 
the salon to get a better view of what was happening and saw that the 
dark-haired girl was ramming wildly back against the dog as he began to 
squirt his erupting animal semen in hard, hose-like jets deep into her now 
hungrily clasping vagina. 

Lynn watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting 
uncontrollably, signifying her own sensual upheaval deep in her belly. The 
petite housewife could see thick white liquid oozing from the girl's tightly 
squeezing cunt as she milked the dog's thick prick of every last drop of the 
precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky white substance ran 
down the ivory columns of the girl's smooth white thighs, coming to rest in 
small pools behind her knees. In the harsh stage light, her buttocks 
gleamed, displaying the soaked and matted pubic hair and the fragile pink 
flesh of the girl's pussy as she pitched forward onto the mattress and lay 
struggling for breath. The cock of the drained beast slipped from her 
well-fucked cuntal passage with a saturated sucking noise that echoed lewdly 
through the stunned silence of the salon. Lynn gasped as, in a last act of 
obscene depravity, the dog dropped his head between the girl's widely 
splayed thighs and lapped at the white sperm that was oozing from her 
battered cunt. He gulped at it thirstily until eventually there was no more, 
then he leapt down from the bed and lumbered wearily back across the stage, 
leaving the ravished girl sprawled across the bed. 

As the curtain slowly closed on the depraved scene, Lynn realized that she 
was trembling and hurriedly turned back to the anteroom. It was with relief 
and regret that she left the excitement in the salon. She was but a breath 
away from her own orgasm and, within a few more moments, would have been as 
helpless to fight her own senses as the poor degraded girl on the stage. 

"I didn't see them, did you?" George inquired as she moved unsteadily into 
the bright little room, trying to bring her body back under control. 

"No, I-I don't think so ..." she faltered, then looked up at him with 
pleading in her eyes. "Please, George, I've got to sit down and pull myself 
together. I just don't know what's wrong with me tonight!" 

"Oh, of course, my dear," McHenry smiled understandingly. "There's a room 
upstairs where no one will bother us for a little while." 

Clutching the two tall glasses of the pale green liquor, George smiled 
triumphantly to himself as he led the way up the stairs to the second floor 
of the Executive Club. 

 Chapter 6 

It was more than a half an hour after Marian McHenry had ordered the 
"special" drinks for herself and Ed that he thought to look at his watch 
again and jumped up from the couch where he had been sitting with the 
beautiful redheaded woman. After she had given him the glass of pale green 
liquid, telling him that it would "calm his nerves," the handsome young man 
had somehow lost track of the time that had passed as Marian had snuggled up 
next to him again and begun teasing him with her fingers and hands. 

His boss's wife had just laughed at his protestations when she had finally 
unzipped his fly and wormed her smooth white hand inside his trousers, 
teasing his penis into hardness again with her cool fingers. He had been 
afraid to openly resist this woman who was so important to his career and, 
as he drank nervously from the drink she had ordered, he found that he had 
less and less will to defend himself from the advances of this woman who 
held the key to his entire future at Amalgamated Industries, so he had sat 
in tortured silence while she stroked and fondled him at will. It had been 
apparent to him that she was enjoying his discomfort and he had tried not to 
listen as she spoke seductively of the various things she would do to him, 
if he would only give her the chance. It had been difficult, more difficult 
than he ever would have imagined, to stay firm in his resolution to go back 
down to the main room when they had finished their drinks. 

But, now, he leapt back up to his feet, trying to conceal his relief at 
escaping this fascinating temptress. He reddened slightly at her mocking 
laughter when he had difficulty in pushing his hardened penis back into his 
pants. 

"Why don't you just leave it out, Ed?" she slyly teased him. "We could have 
so much more fun that way." 

"Marian, I really do wish we could just stay up here," he said, surprising 
even himself with the sincerity he heard in his voice. "But Lynn got so 
rattled the other night that I have to make sure that she's not botching 
everything up again. We had a fight when she came home and now I have to 
make certain that she's not down there, crying on George's shoulder and 
telling him what a monster I am." 

"There's only one thing that's monstrous about you," Marian chuckled, 
staring pointedly at the fleshy bulge straining at the crotch of his 
trousers, "but, all right, dear, if you insist. Just remember, you promised 
that we would come back up here if they don't seem to be missing us," she 
added as she resignedly rose to her feet from the couch in the huge bedroom. 

For the first time, Ed was really glad that Lynn loathed McHenry with such a 
passion, for if he didn't have the excuse of making sure that his young wife 
didn't antagonize his boss, Ed didn't know how he would avoid the very 
attractive proposition Marian McHenry was offering him. He had to admit that 
he would love to drag the stunning redhead into the nearest bed and yet, he 
knew he'd be sorry if he gave in to this temptation. Even if she really 
could further his career, he could never forgive himself for being 
unfaithful to his own innocent young wife. 

"Sure, Marian," he agreed, relieved that he was getting out of this 
dangerous situation so easily. After all, he was certain that Lynn was 
probably half-hysterical by now, after being left alone with McHenry for 
almost an hour. "If they seem to be having a good time without us, we'll 
come right back here." 

* 

* 

* 

Ed stared blankly at Marian McHenry, his superior's wife, for a long moment, 
then slowly lifted his own drink in response. After being so confident of 
finding his wife, Lynn, in distress, the junior executive could barely 
believe that he and Marian McHenry were back in this bedroom not five 
minutes after they had left it. He supposed that all the liquor he had drunk 
this evening was beginning to blur his mind a little, but he could hardly 
remember going down the stairs and then returning just now. All he could 
recall was searching the audience in the darkened room for Lynn's gleaming 
blonde head, then finding it - nestled snugly into George McHenry's shoulder 
as his wife and his boss sat, happily watching the most obscene show that Ed 
had ever heard of. His own naive young wife watching some poor girl being 
fucked silly by a dog! Ed's mind could barely accept the idea and he had 
been about to go down to the couch and sit with Lynn anyhow, despite 
Marian's protestations, just to help her through the humiliating ordeal, 
when he noticed that their places had already been taken by some couple who 
had wanted to move closer to the action on the stage. All he could think of 
now was that Lynn had been so involved in the obscene exhibition with the 
dog that she had forgotten to save his place for him! 

Even though he knew that it would only make him angrier to think about it, 
Ed wondered when that other couple had taken his and Marian's seats. Was it 
before or after Lynn let George McHenry put his arm around her? he fumed to 
himself. The little bitch was probably trying to pay him back for being mad 
at her all week. Well, now he understood why she had been so upset that 
night with McHenry, but she could have told him! Now, he was stuck in this 
situation with Marian and it was all because of Lynn's stupidity. The hell 
with her, Ed suddenly decided. If she wants to play her silly games, 
endangering his career, she was going to have to learn how to take the 
consequences! And he wasn't going to mind it one bit - Marian McHenry was 
probably going to be a hell of a lot better in bed than Lynn had been for 
the last year or so, ever since she'd started bitching about all the time he 
was spending on his career. Who in the hell did she think he was working 
for, anyhow!?! 

"Goodness, dear, you look like you're about to start belching fire! What's 
wrong?" Marian McHenry inquired, her eyebrows raised in her usual expression 
of cool amusement. "Is it all that bad to be locked in a bedroom with me for 
the evening?" 

"No, no, it's not bad at all, Marian," Ed said slowly, a new light coming 
into his eyes. "As a matter of fact, it's just great. Come on," he went on, 
pausing to toss down the entire glassful of the strange liquor. "Yeah, let's 
get to know each other a little better." 

He stared at the empty tumbler for a moment before placing it down on the 
bedside table, wondering what had been in the licorice-tasting drink. It was 
odd, but each sip of the milky liquid had seemed to quell the fears he had 
suffered ever since Marian McHenry had first started making her lewd 
suggestion. A strange confidence in his sexual powers seemed to be seeping 
magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had barely noticed the 
change in himself. He marveled at the strange sensation, realizing that it 
wasn't affecting him like ordinary alcohol at all. There had been none of 
the usual deadening of the senses or thought. In fact, if anything, that 
drink had intensified his senses until he felt more wide-awake than he had 
since he was a small, always energetic boy. 

But, there was one big difference, he realized with a guilty grin. When he 
was a youngster, he hadn't been in a bed with a luscious woman like Marian 
McHenry and, even if he had, his prick wouldn't have been hardening under 
his trousers the way it was now! 

"You like it?" the redhead smiled up from the bed, nodding toward his empty 
glass. "This is the first time I've tried it myself, but I have to admit it 
does everything they say it does. I feel like I'm about to jump out of my 
skin ... or have someone jump in with me." 

"You mean ...?" Ed said incredulously, realizing what he had been drinking 
for the first time. He was taken aback for a moment at the idea that the 
Executive Club not only presented "stag" shows, but stocked aphrodisiacs at 
the bar as well. But, then his shock began to fade as he became more 
interested in the nearness of the beautiful woman lying before him on the 
bed. As if in answer to her question, he reached over with one hand and 
gently pushed up her dress, tracing tiny circles on the sensitive flesh of 
her inner thighs with the sharpness of his nails. 

"Mmmmm, I guess it's working for you too. For a while there, I didn't know 
if I would be able to convince you to get into bed with me tonight." 

"I think you would have brought me around, one way or another," he grinned 
down at her, feeling a glowing power and assurance that he had never 
experienced before. "With a body like yours, Marian, you're not exactly 
helpless around men." 

"Ah, you are executive material, aren't you, dear?" she said approvingly. 
"Completely charming and observant too. But," she added with a teasing look 
in her eye, "aren't you interested in seeing the product before you approve 
it?" 

"I've been waiting ..." 

"Well, you didn't have to, you know," she murmured, looking at him out of 
the corner of her eye. "I came prepared tonight. Would you unzip my dress, 
please?" 

Slipping off the bed, she stood up on the floor beside him and turned her 
back to him. Suddenly a little nervous and uncertain of what he was doing, 
Ed stood motionless for a moment, wondering if he shouldn't try to leave 
now, before things got out of hand and he did something he'd be sorry for. 
What if Lynn ever found out? 

As if reading his mind, Marian looked back over her shoulder and winked 
slyly at him. "The door's locked, dear, from the inside ... and the show 
won't be over for an hour." 

An hour! he thought with a sudden irrational flash of anger. Lynn was going 
to be down there, cuddling with McHenry for another hour, watching that smut 
on the stage. Well, he could play the same game, he told himself, and 
quickly reached up to the neckline of the redhead's green velvet dress, 
pulling the zipper all the way down to her buttocks. 

The soft fabric slipped away on both sides of the opening and Ed's eyes 
widened as he saw that there was nothing underneath it but a smooth expanse 
of gleamingly naked ivory flesh. With bated breath, he watched as Marian 
shrugged her shoulders slightly until the garment slipped slowly down to the 
floor and his cock lurched madly in her shorts as her body came into view. 
There truly had been nothing underneath the dress but a garter belt and 
stockings and the thin veneer of the stockings shone silkily in the soft 
light of the bedroom. The sight of the beautiful woman dressed like this 
excited him more than he ever would have believed and he wondered why his 
own wife had never thought of showing herself to him like that. By God, 
Marian McHenry really knew what a woman's body was for and Ed had no doubts 
now that she really knew how too use it in bed, too. 

Marian slowly turned around to face him again, allowing the effects of her 
sudden nakedness to sink in. Her smile broadened as she saw the hard bulge 
of his erect cock straining against the tightness of his pants and she 
walked back past him to settle herself on the edge of the bed, leaning back 
on both her elbows and spreading her legs slightly apart until Ed could see 
the thin, softly hair-lined lips of her vagina. She was excited and the 
first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her thighs were faintly 
visible glistening in the tight narrow slit as she exposed herself to him. 
He moved closer to the bed and stared down at her naked flesh, his eyes 
feasting hungrily on the large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe ruby 
nipples like red flags waving before his lust-drugged brain. 

"Well? I'm waiting too," she murmured huskily, reaching for the drink beside 
her on the night-stand. "And you'd better hurry. After a few more sips of 
this, I think I'm going to be more than six men could handle." 

"Then, you'd better drink it all," Ed muttered, gazing down at her 
nakedness. "Because I think I'm hotter right now than any ten men in the 
world." 

"For God's sake, hurry, then!" she breathed urgently. "Take your clothes off 
and get naked!" 

He realized suddenly that her whole body was quivering nakedly on the bed, 
her thighs pressing tightly together in the agony of her desire, and he knew 
for certain now that he could not back down from her. If she wanted him 
badly enough to go this far, then he knew he didn't stand a chance in the 
world of getting that promotion unless he went along with her. Not that he 
minded at all, right now - it was all he could do to keep from locking his 
lips to the softness of her flesh, but he forced himself to step back from 
the bed and begin hurriedly stripping the clothes from his body. A slight 
twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and 
shorts and stood over her with his cock standing out in naked erection from 
his loins, but as her gaze riveted on the fleshy shaft standing out in the 
air, there was nothing in her eyes but burning hunger. She watched the 
throbbing blood-filled head for a moment and then moaned passionately. 

"Oh, that's so beautiful. It's going to feel so good going up inside of me 
and filling up my cunt. Oh, Ed, baby, you do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"God, yes, I want to," he breathed, the lewd words coming from the gorgeous 
older woman's mouth exciting him even more. 

"Then say so. For God's sake, tell me!" 

"I want to fuck you, Marian." 

"How?" she groaned softly, grinding her buttocks down into the bed. 

"Deep, deep and hard! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before," he growled. 

"Oh, Ed," she moaned, rising a little from the coverlet toward him. "Come 
down on the bed before I die!" 

He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the 
strength of his arms. His hands moved down to cup the smooth globes of her 
buttocks as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him, 
her fingers searching down between them for the hardness of his penis. Her 
body was warm and soft against him and he pressed his head forward, kissing 
her moistly back. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of 
his teeth with a yielding receptiveness that sent tiny chills over his skin. 
She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis 
tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on 
top of her, opening her legs wide to accept him between them. 

A moment later, his hardened penis lay trapped between her thighs, pressed 
against the narrow fleece-lined slit of her cunt. Ed forced his hands 
between her shoulders and the bedspread and ran them down the soft curves of 
her back and hips, feeling the raised ridges of her spine moving almost 
imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing 
rhythm. The tensed sinews of her inner thighs pressed against the outside of 
his hips, and he wondered how they would grip around him later when he had 
sunk his lusting hardness deep inside her. 

"You feel so good," she whispered, writhing the flatness of her belly up 
against him and trailing her nails lightly down the sensitive flesh of his 
back. He drove his hands farther down beneath her, gathering the fullness of 
her softly yielding buttocks into his fingers and pulling her loins up 
tighter against him. As he teasingly moved his hips up and down, sliding the 
hardness of his full cock length along the widespread split, her naked 
stomach began a more desperate rotation up against his pelvis and her legs 
opened wide on either side of his body, her calves locking against the backs 
of his thighs as she urgently thrust her hips up toward him. 

"Ooooh, fuck me now, fuck me now!" she groaned into his mouth, her pelvis 
grinding against him more and more impatiently. 

Before he could stir again, her hands had wormed down between their bellies 
and firmly grasped his throbbing cock, guiding it down between the lips of 
her moist, waiting cunt. Ed gasped as he felt her use the pulsating 
blood-filled head to part the soft auburn hair of her vagina, moving it up 
and down to moisten the bulbous tip with her own lust juices. The sparse 
curly pussy hairs brushed teasingly at it, causing it to spring to greater 
hardness until he felt certain that the aching pressure of the blood would 
burst it along its vein-thickened length. He could hold back no longer, not 
another second, and crashed his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust. 

It rammed forward with a flesh-tearing lunge into the hotly gaping mouth of 
her cunt. 

"Aaaaaah," she groaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath 
slip smoothly over his sensitive male flesh and give before his merciless 
thrust with a slight pop; it was as though she were being taken for the 
first time, except that Ed was certain that this amazing woman could control 
her cuntal muscles that way every time she was fucked. And he intended to 
find out for sure. If Marian McHenry went along with the key to the 
Executive Club, then he was going to take advantage of this action every 
opportunity he got! 

Ed's long cock slid up her cunt almost to the full depths of her belly, warm 
and tight at first, squeezing the hard length of the shaft and then easing 
as the wetness surrounded him, lubricating the way. Then, suddenly, he hit 
bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She 
whined like an animal beneath him, squirming away momentarily to escape the 
sudden unexpected pain, but he drove harder, crashing his hips more 
powerfully into her loins so that there was no escape for her. He knew she 
was completely impaled now and he lay motionless for a moment to allow the 
pain of the abrupt entry to subside. 

Still, he was suddenly full of pride that he could actually hurt a woman 
like Marian McHenry. He was on top, had overpowered her, and he knew that 
she loved every minute of it. She was speared on his hard cock and, just to 
remind her of his conquest over her, he flicked the head of his prick deep 
inside her to bring another long, low moan from her throat. This was what he 
had been needing - a real woman who knew how to respond to a man - not just 
his pretty little Lynn whining all the time because he didn't give her 
enough attention. This woman knew what life was all about! 

Ed squirmed and ground his loins down into the writhing flaccid flesh 
beneath him as she strained back under him, arching up inches off the 
mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. She groaned ceaselessly 
beneath him, meeting his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around 
his hips as she worked up and down in the age-old primitive rhythm of 
mating, her mouth gaping wide open and her head flailing wildly from side to 
side on the pillows in crazed wantonness. 

"Oh, it's goooood, so goooood. Now, put a finger in my ass, pleeeease," she 
begged him, her dazed eyes imploring, unseeing as she looked up at him. 

Her depraved request took him aback for a moment, but he obediently reached 
under her, between her buttocks, as he hammered rhythmically into the 
wetness of her cunt. He probed for a moment between her wide-stretched 
ass-cheeks, then found the tight puckered opening. There was a small trickle 
of moisture running down into the softly giving crevice from where his hard 
rod of flesh was disappearing up into her pussy, and it wetted the tiny 
hole, lubricating it slightly as he searched experimentally for a moment 
with the end of his finger. Feeling the elastic rim give a little, he pushed 
hard and then suddenly the tight hairless nether ring gave way completely 
and his finger popped in up to the second knuckle. The redhead leapt 
upwards, the pain of the intrusion registering on her features. 

"Ah, God, more, more!" Marian pleaded as the expression on her face 
gradually changed to one of what seemed to be masochistic pleasure. 

Ed pushed in farther, sinking the finger until it was buried to the palm of 
his hand. She grimaced again, but despite the pain, he felt her suddenly 
begin to grind her ass back on the unnatural impalement. He rotated it 
inside, twisting it around in the velvety depths of her rectum, and he could 
feel the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, the underside 
of his swollen prick sliding in and out of her. He began to skewer her 
between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she moaned and groaned 
below him. She jerked once, as his fingernail caught on the inner tender 
flesh of her anal passage, scraping it, but then caught up the cadence 
again, opening her legs wide out over the bed to allow him greater access to 
the indecent ravishment of her loins. 

Ed sensed the pressure in his penis building, building inside her, his cock 
growing and expanding in her vagina from the sperm boiling in his testicles 
as they thudded flatly against her buttocks below. Surely it would not be 
much longer, he silently hoped, for he didn't know how long he could hold 
back now. She had to cum soon. Then he began to ram his finger into her 
rectum with long hard strokes in time to the deep plungings of his cock, 
trying to bring her over the crest. He could tell that she was almost there 
as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, pulsing them around his hips 
to the tempo of his driving thrusts into her. He could hear her gasping 
beneath him, the sounds forced from deep in her throat as though she no 
longer controlled her own breath. He fucked into her pitilessly, without 
pausing for a moment, exerting all his strength to bring the luscious 
redhead to orgasm as well as himself. 

"Oh, fuck it, fuck it, harder, fuck my cunt harder," she mewled mindlessly, 
spurring him on with the pounding of her heels against his back. She 
jack-knifed her legs back and pressed her knees up tight against her 
breasts, flattening the warm fleshy mounds, as she strained for the final 
explosion so near now. 

Suddenly she screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming!" Her lips hung wide 
open in ecstatic abandon as she repeated the almost unintelligible statement 
over and over to herself until the gasping sounds coming from her throat 
were nothing more than incoherent syllables whose meaning might be anything. 
She stretched back her thighs tighter until the entirety of her hungry pink 
vaginal slit was offered up to him to plunder at will. Her ankles pressed up 
against his shoulders, her groin squirming beneath him in a kind of primeval 
dance of uninhibited ecstasy. Her mouth hung open and she looked through his 
face as though he were not really there, fucking her until she was insane 
with rapture. 

A low gurgling scream suddenly spilled from the edges of her lips and her 
nostrils flared wide as she suddenly screwed her open cunt up higher on his 
thrusting prick, locking herself to his loins as her entire body jerked in 
the final, nerve-shattering throes of female orgasm. She stopped breathing 
for an endless minute, then exhaled as if she had been hit in the stomach by 
an angry fist, her spent body collapsing limply into the mattress. She lay 
motionless except for the slight uncontrollable quivering of her cunt still 
clenched tightly around his angrily pulsating cock. He shoved far into her 
and then lay quiet, allowing her a moment of rest. It was all he could do to 
keep from starting to screw into her again. For the first time, he was sorry 
that Lynn had been a virgin when he married her. His sweet little wife could 
do with a little of the experience that made this older redhead the best 
fuck he had ever had. He wished impatiently that she would hurry up and come 
to life again, so that he could cum too. 

"Good God, that was some ride, dear," she said gaspingly. "I don't care if 
you are just a young punk, that's got to be one of the greatest fucks I've 
had in a long time!" 

Not realizing that Marian was echoing her husband's appraisal of the junior 
executive, Ed smiled at the mumbled compliment, trying to ignore the aching 
pressure in his balls. "Well, that's great," he nodded, "but you're not 
finished yet." 

"I know, dear, I know. But why don't you roll over on your back," she smiled 
sweetly up at him, "and I'll give you a little treat for holding back for me 
for such a long time." 

He did not understand what she was planning to do, but reluctantly slipped 
his cock out of her, his hardness sliding wetly out of the deep warmth of 
her pussy. God, he hated to take it out of there, he was so close to cumming 
himself, but now that she had cum, he knew that he had lost the temporary 
power he had held over her and had to play the game according to her rules 
again. It would be best the first time until he was more certain of himself 
when he made love to her. He had had very little experience with girls in 
high school and college, not because he had not wanted to, but it had always 
seemed that there was no time left after he was finished studying for the 
degree that would get him the executive position he wanted so badly. As for 
Lynn, hell, she'd been so busy complaining the last few years that he hadn't 
even bothered to really try to make love to her anymore. Well, maybe after 
he had picked up a little more experience from Marian McHenry, she'd be a 
little more grateful for the time he did spend with her, he thought to 
himself, rolling off of the softness of Marian's belly and onto his back, 
thin, sticky trails of her orgasmic fluid following his penis across her 
firm white thigh. 

He lay flat on his back, tenseness in his muscles, his erect cock pointing 
high toward the ceiling of the bedroom. She turned on her side toward him 
and reached out with her hand to stroke him, sliding the loose flesh of his 
foreskin up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused the ache in his 
loins to increase almost to the point of agony. Marian then rose to her 
knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from 
the throbbing moist head of his prick. The redhead held it lightly with both 
hands and dropped her head slowly toward the hardness of him, her pink 
tongue flicking forward until its tip bored tantalizingly into the wetness 
of the tiny slit at the end. He sucked his breath in, chills rippling along 
his spine at the sudden, unexpected contact. She lowered her head all the 
way down and engulfed the whole of the moist, sensitive head in the warm, 
exciting pressure of her mouth. Her lips tightened around it just below the 
head, enclosing it completely like another hungrily nibbling little pussy 
and eliciting a long, low groan from him at the exciting sensation. 

"Christ!" he grunted as he lifted his head up to gaze down at her contorted 
face. Just the sight of his hard rod of flesh sunk half-way between her 
ovaled lips increased the sensation twice as much. His penis was still wet 
from the juices of her climax and gleamed like a wet log along the part she 
had not yet taken between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft, 
wrinkled skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of 
his prick between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck 
eagerly up and down. Ed could feel the softness of her tongue swirling 
maddeningly around it at the apex of withdrawal, the pointed tip flicking 
thrillingly at the tiny opening of the glans on the end. He flexed his hips, 
his head still raised, and watched her red hair dancing as she bobbed up and 
down over him. The very sight of her fired his passion all the more. 

Marian could sense his throbbing response and began to suck his prick a 
little harder, letting the tips of her teeth dig gently into the hard 
resisting skin, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from 
beneath the surface of the skin. Then, without removing her mouth from his 
cock, she shifted her position over his thigh and kneeled on all fours 
between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her 
palms, jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue lashed out, 
swiping around and around the pulsating head until Ed felt it nearing the 
bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her 
throat. She would surely choke, he thought, but she kept on and on with the 
wild sucking of him. 

He could feel deep in his balls a great building of swirling heat and he 
knew that he would erupt soon. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat dropping 
in thin streams from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a 
she-devil gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought 
they would snap from the strain as he arched his back up off the bed, 
pushing even deeper between the moistness of her sucking lips. He saw thin 
pink ridges of flesh pull out from her mouth, clinging eagerly to his 
stroking prick. He groaned again and again, his mouth working crazily, and 
incoherent mutterings came like hisses from between his tightly-clenched 
teeth. 

Suddenly, his moment arrived. 

He gasped, a low guttural sound that started from somewhere deep in his 
chest, as he felt the boiling hot sperm begin to make its nerve-scorching 
dash from his testicle sacs and begin spurting in thin hot streams into her 
omnivorously working mouth. Marian's cheeks expanded and hollowed like a 
blacksmith's bellows as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to 
keep from choking on them. Still, she continued to suck madly as he emptied 
every last drop of the hot milky cum into the wetness of her mouth. His 
hands tangled into her hair with savage fury and he pressed her head down on 
the throbbing prick, shoving the squirting head all the way down into her 
throat. The redhead coughed sporadically as she swallowed to regain her 
breath and he moaned his last, grunting in complete fulfillment. Then, inch 
by inch, his cock deflated in her mouth, even though she continued the 
gentle sucking, milking off every last drop of the hot sticky cum from his 
exhausted cock. 

She had sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms out, back across 
the mattress. Marian nibbled gently at him for a while, her head resting 
softly on his thigh, then crawled up over his body to cradle his head 
against her full, still-heaving breasts. He was too spent to return the 
gentle kiss she leaned down to place on his lips. 

"There. Was it as good as I promised?" she said softly after a minute. 

"I ... well, I ..." he struggled, trying to find the proper words of 
appreciation. 

"That's all right, Ed, baby. Tell me later," she chuckled gently, snuggling 
up against the warmth of his body. "Let's just rest here for a few minutes 
..." 

"Mmmmmm," was all he could manage before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell 
into a light doze of exhaustion. 

 Chapter 7 

As George took her arm and led her down the darkened hallway of the 
Executive Club, Lynn had thought that she heard strange noises coming from 
behind one of the doors, sounds like the shrill squeaking of bedsprings and 
perhaps a woman's voice crying out. But, after what she had seen down in the 
salon, Lynn wouldn't have been surprised to find out that one of the couples 
who were watching the show downstairs had decided to make love in a private 
room. At least, they would have shown a little more delicacy than most of 
the members who had been writhing on the couches and the carpeted floors 
like a whole zoo of animals suddenly gone into heat. 

After the sweltering heat of the salon, this part of the building seemed 
pleasantly cool and Lynn could feel the perspiration drying on her forehead. 
As shocked and excited as she had been while watching the young girl and the 
German Shepherd, the darkness of the hallway and the lingering effects of 
the drinks smoothed out her nerves and made her feel free to lean gratefully 
on George's supporting arm. He really was being very nice tonight, she 
thought to herself, and she really couldn't blame him for having become 
aroused during the lewd performance. After all, she had become aroused as 
well - more than she cared to remember. In fact, she couldn't deny that the 
fires of passion were still smoldering inside her, and she could feel the 
sticky moisture between her thighs where it had flowed excitedly out of her. 

The simple action of walking seemed to be re-igniting the embers of desire 
and sending sharp tingling waves of unwanted pleasure spreading out in all 
directions from her inflamed clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her 
clothing as she moved were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to 
even greater heights of distracting sensation. 

"Are we almost there, George?" the tiny blonde inquired nervously. "I ... I 
think I'd better sit down, right away ..." 

"Just a few more feet ... ah, here it is, my dear," McHenry said softly. 
"We'll just rest in here until you feel a little better. I had to admit that 
that was one of the most realistic performances that we've had in a long 
time. It might take me a few minutes to recover, myself!" 

Lynn didn't have to wonder what he was talking about. Even though she was 
fighting her arousal with all her strength, the flutterings of passion she 
felt were just as intense as they had been while they watched the lovely 
young girl being fucked from behind by the lust-maddened dog. 

She waited a moment while McHenry fumbled with the door's lock, then passed 
through the doorway, blinking hard at the light he had just switched on. As 
she became accustomed to the brightness of the illumination, Lynn looked 
around her and realized with surprise that she was standing in the middle of 
a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The massive double bed that faced 
her was the last thing she had expected to see in the room they were going 
to, but then as she thought again, she realized that any place that 
presented obscene "floor shows" like the Executive Club would have to give 
its members a place to relieve the passion the floor show had inspired. She 
was certain now that her suspicions had been right about the sounds she had 
heard in the hallway coming in, but then another shattering thought struck 
her. 

"If Ed and Marion aren't in the salon, where could they be, George?" she 
asked McHenry, trying to hide the fear in her voice. 

"Oh, there's a wine cellar downstairs, or maybe they decided to take a 
walk," he shrugged, smiling a little as he guessed what was going on in her 
mind. He too had heard the grunts and moans from behind the closed door and, 
though he didn't know or care what young Waring sounded like when he fucked, 
he'd recognized his wife, Marian's usual wild cries of ecstasy. 

For a crazy moment, Lynn considered running back out into the hallway and 
banging on that other door until the people inside identified themselves, 
but she quickly got control over her raging jealousy. If the people inside 
weren't Ed and Marian, and she had no reason to suppose they were, then she 
would embarrass herself and Ed in front of some very disgruntled company 
executive and his partner. She hoped against hope that Ed might be down in 
the cellar discussing vintage wines with Marian. In fact, she mournfully 
decided, she wouldn't even mind if he had deserted her to take the sexy 
redhead out for a walk in the snowy streets - Only please, she silently 
prayed, don't let that be him on that squeaking bed with her in the other 
room. 

Then, Lynn suddenly and unexpectedly forgot her anxieties as a strange wave 
of strong, mind-reeling desire rose in her, dizzying her and confusing her. 
McHenry stepped closer to her to encircle her shoulders with his arm and 
Lynn gripped his hand for support. She was grateful that McHenry was being 
such a gentleman, so helpful and understanding. One would never had known 
from his behavior that he had been touching her so intimately, less than 
five minutes ago. She automatically clenched her thighs together as the 
memory of his hand on her breasts and between her legs flickered momentarily 
through her mind, causing a secret shame to rise to her cheeks. But the 
pressure placed on her clitoris by her tightly-squeezed vaginal lips only 
stimulated her more and she could not understand why she was suddenly the 
victim of these unnaturally powerful sexual urges. 

Perhaps the alcohol was affecting her, she thought, casting about 
frantically for an explanation of the erotic feelings inflaming her whole 
body. Surely it could not still be the effects of having watched the obscene 
performance, for at that moment she could not even remember the young girl's 
face or much of anything else. Her only thought was to find some form of 
relief for the inferno inside her ... one that seemed to have come up out of 
nowhere ... 

"How do you feel, my dear?" McHenry ventured tentatively as he noticed the 
expression of worried befuddlement that clouded her pretty, youthful face. 

"I feel funny ... there's something wrong with me, I think," she muttered 
uncertainly. 

"That's strange. That drink should have made you feel just fine," George 
grinned, unable to hide his lewd jubilation as he saw that the aphrodisiac 
had undoubtedly taken effect on the lush-bodied young wife. 

"I know and I must have drunk at least four," she moaned, then gasped as a 
flash of terrible comprehension crossed her mind. "Drank four ..." she 
slowly repeated, then looked up at McHenry with frightened accusation in her 
eyes. "You said that drink sometimes made people feel ... sexy ..." she said 
slowly as if not wanting to believe what she was thinking. "W-w-what did you 
give me?" 

"That's right, my dear. And it did loosen up your nerves, wouldn't you say?" 
he said with a lewd smile. 

"Oh, my God! You couldn't have," she wailed, then, in an effort to prove to 
him that she wasn't under the power of the strange licorice-flavored liquor, 
she straightened her body and calmly announced, "Besides, I don't feel a 
thing ..." 

But her own voice betrayed her and seemed to come from a long ways away, a 
shaky weak sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was 
befogged with vagueness and lassitude, and nothing but the sweet burning 
pulsations in her breasts and loins seemed to matter right now. She knew she 
had been duped and cruelly tricked, but still nothing was real at that 
moment but the strange sexual stirrings that were gradually taking over her 
mind and body. 

She could not find the strength to struggle when her husband's boss calmly 
walked over to her and began to unfasten her dress. What was worse, she 
really wanted it to be happening - she wanted to be naked and have her 
desire-filled body touched and fondled until the unwanted flames were 
finally doused. 

She stared at the paunchy, balding, middle-aged man before her, the struggle 
between her shame and the drug-induced lust bringing tears of frustration to 
her eyes. Earlier this evening, she did not believe she would ever have a 
friendly conversation with George McHenry and now she was defenseless with 
passion with this near-stranger. He had pulled her dress down until it fell 
around her ankles and she could feel the cool rush of air against her bared 
flesh. He turned his attention to the snaps of her brassiere next and she 
heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he pulled the garment 
away with infuriating boldness and her full white breasts burst into the 
open air. 

"Ooooh, God, Mr. McHenry, please don't, I can't stand it," the young 
voluptuous wife groaned helplessly. But he slipped down to his knees in 
front of her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white 
nylon panties, licking his lips nervously, and, rolled them slowly down over 
the softness of her lush round buttocks to reveal the firm white flesh of 
her hips and the delicate tracery of blue veins that marked her smooth, flat 
belly and inner thighs like exciting charts of promise. Lynn's husband's 
boss played indecisively for a few moments with the snaps of her garters, 
his eyes roaming greedily over her naked young flesh. 

"Have you ever been fucked with your garter belt and stockings on?" he 
murmured softly. 

"No! No, please, I can't do this," she protested, weakly trying to struggle 
away from his hands that grasped her smooth, rounded hips. 

"Good! Then, we'll leave them on for effect," he decided with a sadistic 
grin. "It will make you feel so much more sensual, my dear." 

Lynn was completely naked now except for the sheer black stockings and the 
garter belt that was no more than a thin wisp of lace-trimmed elastic around 
her lower hips. She wanted to run, to hide her nakedness from McHenry's 
burning gaze, but she could do nothing but stand there, as he stared 
greedily at her magnificently formed breasts and then down at the soft warm 
flesh of her quivering lovely thighs and softly curling pubic strands. She 
flinched and uttered a sharp little cry as she suddenly felt his lips 
pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly. The unexpected contact 
sent a chill racing up the length of her spine and she unthinkingly reached 
forward with her hands, clasping his head to keep from falling. 

Mistaking her gesture for total surrender George slid his lips down the 
satiny skin of her belly to the blonde fleecy mound below, spreading the 
golden pubic hair with his thumbs and allowing the cool air to play on the 
moist sensitive flesh that was revealed. He peered hungrily at the 
deliciously glistening little coral split he had laid open, then moved his 
head forward again, flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly 
flowering opening of her vagina. 

"Oh, nooooo," she breathed as his tongue licked wetly up through her lewdly 
parted pussy lips, teasing at her like some demon from hell. The 
lust-inciting drink he had given her was driving her nearly insane and, 
despite her sense of humiliation and the fact that she knew that this was 
horribly wrong, she trembled with the thrill of his shameless caress. She 
remembered that her own husband used to do this to her, long ago when they 
were first married, but hadn't had time for such things since he had become 
so busy with his career. My God, she thought to herself, this was heaven, 
and she wondered if she could ever face herself again after enjoying another 
man's tongue teasing into her naked vagina this much. Nothing had ever felt 
this good before and there was nothing else in the world now but the lashing 
tongue flicking down between her gradually weakening thighs. 

Then, George fastened his lips around her throbbing clitoris, licking and 
sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in tiny 
uncontrollable circles, all the while grinding her pelvis with obscene 
abandon against his face. The entire length of her vaginal slit was 
flowering open to him and his eyes searched her face as he continued the 
torturing thrusts of his tongue into the hungrily pulsating little opening 
up between her legs. He felt her hands suddenly clasp tighter around his 
head, pulling his mouth into the parted softness of her sparse blonde pubic 
hair with the strength of a tigress. When he responded and moved forward on 
his knees a little more, pushing his weight against her, she lost her 
balance and staggered backward a few steps until the edge of the bed caught 
her behind her knees, and she fell flat on the mattress with a gasp of 
passion and surprise. 

He rose, then, and leapt forward, clamping his sweating palms against the 
soft insides of her thighs, pushing her knees up toward her chest until the 
pink moist plane of the whole of her naked vagina was presented up to his 
salaciously leering face. Then, with a gleeful grin, he leaned over her and 
flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her 
anus nestled just below the soft moist flesh of her cunt. Feeling her 
tremble below him, he chuckled to himself and stabbed deeper into the tight 
hairless little ring. 

The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening 
brought a gasping moan from deep in her throat. Ed had never done this to 
her and, though it sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling out of 
control through her body, she was certain that she should stop him somehow. 
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and tried desperately to screw her 
buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue jabbing without mercy at her 
cringing asshole, but his only response was a lewd snicker and another 
spearing thrust into the defensively clenching little opening. 

In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was doing to her, she 
felt her body begin to respond with deep-rooted waves of passion that 
rippled from deep in her belly down to the throbbing flesh between her 
thighs. Even in her drug-dimmed mind, she could barely believe what she was 
doing and yet her buttocks jerked madly as the darting tongue sent helpless 
spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves. The 
realization of what she was doing behind her young husband's back came 
flooding back into her consciousness and she fought with all her will 
against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into uncontrollable 
flame and devour her in her helplessness, but it was a futile effort while 
George McHenry sucked relentlessly at her naked wet loins below. 

Her wantonly aroused body began to heave up against his thrusting tongue and 
her hands curled into his hair with a long, soul-stirring moan. Forgotten 
were the thoughts of her husband and Marian McHenry; everything was 
forgotten but the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh 
like tiny pin-pricks of fire. 

George sensed her complete surrender to her body and with a sadistic grin, 
he suddenly forced his head out of the desperate grip of her hands and stood 
up on the floor beside the bed. Lynn blinked dazedly up at him, vaguely 
wondering why the delicious sucking of her vagina had abruptly stopped and 
unconsciously squirmed her hips up into the air as if someone would 
magically appear to quench the raw, secret fire that was raging within her 
heaving, hungry loins. Then, suddenly, she realized that he was stripping 
off his clothes. It seemed to take but a second before he was standing in 
front of her, completely naked, his thick, pulsing penis jutting out like a 
tree trunk from between his legs. 

Gasping, she stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft rising with the 
ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath the man's fleshy belly. Her 
senses were now so inflamed that she could barely focus her eyes but the 
throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her husband's, the 
broad hard head flexing and spreading as she watched. She cringed inwardly, 
thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous in her 
body ... She would be impaled all the way up to her breasts, forever ruined 
for her husband or any other man again. 

"Oh no, Mr. McHenry, we can't do this," she suddenly cried out, her eyes 
wide with fear. "I couldn't face Ed again ... we-we were just going to sit 
here and talk!" 

"That wasn't talking you were doing a few minutes ago, my dear," McHenry 
taunted her. "No, we have something much more enjoyable ahead of us. I've 
been looking forward to this ever since I first saw you at that cocktail 
party!" 

"Then ... then, I wasn't imagining it!" she thought aloud as the brutal 
realization that she had been led into this hit her with the impact of a 
cannon ball. 

"No more than you're going to imagine my hard prick when I shove it up that 
sweet little pussy of yours," he said crudely, his lips curled back in a 
wicked sneer as he took the massive rod in both hands and waved it 
tauntingly at her. 

Lynn lay frozen under the mockery of his obscene words. And yet their very 
lewdness excited her even more, until she couldn't understand her own 
reactions to what was happening. Her husband's boss' fervent licking and 
sucking of her vagina had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw 
nerve ends that she was powerless to control and she felt as though she 
would do almost anything to satisfy this insistent craving for release that 
she felt. Still, she could not bear the thought of another man touching her 
behind Ed's back and she numbly shook her head back and forth as George 
strode confidently toward the bed. 

"Now, you haughty little bitch, I'm going to fuck you shitless," he 
breathed, panting hard at the sight of her voluptuous body lying aroused and 
helpless on the mattress before him. 

He wasted no more words, but grasped her shoulders to move her into a better 
position. length-wise, on the bed, then used her firm, ripe young breasts 
for leverage as he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along 
the length of her body squashing her down into the bedspread. Settling 
directly between her fearfully quivering thighs, he pried them wider apart 
with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one 
hand down between them to take his long, lustfully throbbing cock in his 
fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the 
sparse blonde pubic hair and the wet, fleshy lips of her moistly quivering 
pussy. She turned her head to one side on the bed, closing her eyes and 
gasping as she felt the first hot startling contact against the waiting 
nerve ends of her openly glistening cunt. She held her breath for what 
seemed like an eternity, lying motionless in utter defeat beneath him, too 
afraid to move or even breathe. 

"Aaaaah," she breathed as she felt the first cruel pressure of his huge 
rock-hard rod of flesh against the tender outer lips of her vagina. 

"Oh, noooooooo!" she suddenly cried a moment later as the bulbous tip 
slipped mercilessly into her, brutally stretching the tiny, fleece-lined 
mouth until the lewdly spread young woman felt as though her thighs were 
splitting apart from the relentless outward force of his probing. 

"George, please stop! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!" 

She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that 
he had not even heard her, but was lost in the sadistic delight of the slow, 
pitiless penetration of her cunt. Suddenly, as she watched, the grin on his 
face faded and his features twisted into a contorted expression of sheer 
animal lust as he looked down at the defenseless young wife of his employee 
lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his rampantly throbbing penis 
disappearing inch by inch into the soft blonde curling hair of her pussy. He 
fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits back against 
her heaving chest as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft hot 
belly, the long, thick prick gliding into her cunt like a raging battering 
ram and pushing the soft delicate walls of her cunt in tiny rippling swells 
of vainly resisting flesh. There was no stopping him until, with a loud 
groan, his sperm-inflated balls smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks 
of her nakedly quivering buttocks. 

It was too much! She had never been so utterly stuffed in her life, and his 
rock-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a 
thousand tiny shreds. There was not one single tiny ridge of flesh on its 
surface that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a sword 
planted cruelly in his victim's belly. 

"How's that, my proud young Mrs. Waring?" he tormented above her as he felt 
her insides relaxing to receive him deep into her womb. She was whimpering 
and pleading desperately as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, enjoying 
the knowledge that her aphrodisiac drugged body could not help but follow 
him and was already beginning to hump back in tiny spasmodic jerks in 
response to his own merciless thrusts between her hopelessly spread thighs. 

Lynn groaned as if in agony, shocking even herself at her obscene need for 
him as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around McHenry's neck, 
pulling his hairy chest down into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white 
breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying her, 
sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips and 
on up to her cervix until he knew her last defenses were completely 
shattered and nothing could stop her desperate race for fulfillment now. 

"Oh, God, oh yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of shame, her 
entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the initial 
pain of his impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides and 
grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass, jerking them up off 
the mattress to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her cunt. Then, 
pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees and forced her 
legs up off the bed and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until 
her toes pressed painfully into the bed on either side of her head. Her 
tortured body was bent back double, jack-knifed, the stress on her strained 
muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. The glistening, wet flattened 
plane of her naked loins was presented up to him to do with as he willed as 
he increased the power of his thrusts, driving in with long, hard lunges 
that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes, 
cramming the last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, until 
fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips, resounding through the bedroom like 
the cries of a wounded female deer. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled 
back and fixed hypnotically on the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning 
bed. 

George McHenry sweated above her, moving suddenly into smoother strokes into 
the hotly steaming passage leading to her belly as her long tapered nails 
clawed frantically at him, to pull him further into her. Deliberately 
teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her clasping 
vagina on the backstroke, then thrust forward again into her uplifted 
buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his testicles against the 
unprotected crevice of her anus. Wet juicy smacking sounds filled the room 
with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the 
sounds of their hoarse breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of the 
bed. 

George placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself, so that he 
could watch the hopelessly defeated young wife's face. It was something he 
did not want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this smooth, soft-bodied 
young wife of Ed Waring who had thought he was so evil and disgusting just a 
few hours ago. Now, she was reduced to nothing more than a raw, squealing 
mass of helpless lust. He had known that it would be easy to seduce her from 
the way she had responded to his touches, the first night he brought her to 
the Executive Club. Even though he was sure she thought she was just a 
sweet, conservative wife, true to her husband in every way, he had seen the 
latent hot streak in her that even she didn't realize she had. Well, she had 
been brought to life tonight and he could think of nothing nicer than having 
this little hot pants at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard her 
sharp gasps of pleasure as he stabbed into her, impaling her deeper with 
each thrust, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on 
with every stroke. 

"Oh, god, fill me deeper, fill me! Give me more!" she begged, gasping as if 
she were close to death. 

"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any other hot little 
whore!" he demanded, ramming harder for emphasis. "You're going to be my 
fucking little whore, aren't you?" 

"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain what McHenry was saying to 
her. But then she realized that it was true. She had allowed herself to lose 
control over all the things she knew were right and she was now no better 
than a slut from the street. She would never be the same again. 

"Yes, a whore!" He spat venomously down at her, relishing the confused 
mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw on her face. "From now on you'll 
fuck when I want you to, if you don't want your husband to know what kind of 
slut you are. And you'll love it, because you're nothing but a hot little 
whore!" 

"Oooooooh, yessss ... yessssss," she sobbed, out of her head with the 
humiliating truth of her confession. Now that she had succumbed to the 
terrible temptation, she was lost. She would have to submit to this horrible 
man's every desire, just to keep her husband, Ed, from the terrible truth of 
her own weakness. Yet, whore that she was, she didn't care now. Nothing was 
real to her but the sweet hot pleasure that moved her nakedly rounded 
buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling 
her starving cunt up the full length of his huge plunging cock to gain every 
atom of sensation she possibly could. 

McHenry grinned triumphantly as he increased the viciousness of his strokes 
until his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink 
flanges of her delicious little pussy, his unusually large cock dipping deep 
down into the far hidden recesses of her writhing belly. He felt the cords 
of her neck and thighs stand out and tense as she squirmed and fucked back 
insanely under him, working toward her climax, aching to have the older man 
shoot his sperm into her proud young stomach that only her own husband had 
cum in before. Just then, though, he decided to complete his conquest and 
subject her to something totally unexpected. He slid his fingers down over 
the tight smooth skin of her buttocks and found the tiny elastic-rimmed anus 
cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it 
working in a slow flexing rhythm with the movement of her wetly clenching 
cunt walls as she pushed against his loins. His finger shoved into it with a 
quick hard movement and he felt the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his 
attack. 

"Oooooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the unexpected intrusion, the 
plea tumbling from her lips in surprise. 

But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her helpless grunts of pain 
and humiliation. 

"Oh, pleeeeease, nooo," she shrieked, trying to twist away from this 
indecent outrage against her tiny cringing anus. 

But there was no respite. 

He worked his finger lewdly around inside her warm rubbery depths, 
stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He 
slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it 
wormed into the warm, tightly clinging passage. The deep guttural noises 
coming from her chest changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, 
then began to be replaced by greater moans of masochistic pleasure as her 
anus gradually became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion. 

A smile of pure victory broke across his contorted face as he felt her begin 
to slowly, hesitantly, screw her buttocks back on his hand, impaling her 
obscenely stretched rectum on the buried fingers as he probed them 
methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled 
between his hard, throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly 
up her asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, she increased 
her twisting and bucking movements under the double ravishment of her loins. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her ass 
to where his penis was pistoning sleekly in and out of her pussy and could 
feel the wet, hair-lined lips clasping tightly around his rampaging cock. He 
could feel their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, 
jackhammer thrust he made into her. 

He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed her 
body wildly beneath him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, 
and had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. 
He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg for her proud little 
belly to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long after this 
night was over, what power he had wielded over her body and mind. 

"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," McHenry growled as he purposefully 
slowed his stroking movements and teasingly sunk his penis only half-way 
into her. "Do you want me to fuck you until I shoot my cum into your hungry 
little cunt?" 

"Oh yes, yes, pleeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride completely 
trampled as she lay pinned and naked under his weight. The thought of 
begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his balls into her 
belly was unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned only for 
her own climax that was now so close. 

"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. 

"I ... I ..." she said, hesitating to submit to this last final degradation. 
This she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him 
ever again. It was the only thing she had left. By cruel trickery, he had 
taken everything else from her, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, 
her self-respect, everything was gone now. She couldn't let him have the 
pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew she would. The 
aphrodisiac pulsed in her bloodstream like a lust-lit neon sign, sending 
searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her excitement to 
a crest that would surely drive her mad if she did not find relief. At last, 
closing her eyes so that she would not have to face the sadistic delight in 
his eyes, she forced herself to cry out: 

"For God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Shoot your cum into my cunt! Now! 
Please, fuck me now!" 

Grunting his approval of her obedience, McHenry again increased the tempo of 
his lunges, grinding his pelvis hard and deep between her widespread thighs 
so that his cock bore far up into the hidden recesses of her heaving belly. 
Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the 
tiny hard nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat. The fire of 
sheer animal desire flared madly in his lunging groin and he too was now 
aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful 
young girl was going insane beneath him, grinding her hot little ass around 
in abandon and kicking with her heels against his shoulders as he dug more 
and more savagely into her. Of all the hot young bitches he had fucked under 
the same circumstances at the Executive Club, this one was among the best, 
if not the very best! And this time, it wouldn't just be a one-shot fuck, 
like all the other would-be executives' wives he had fucked. This one was 
going to be doing everything he wanted until the day her punk-husband got 
wise to what was going on, if he ever did. The very thought made the sperm 
boil in his testicles and he thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her. 

"Oh, ooooooohhh, Gooooodddd! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmingg nowwwww!" 
she suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim, 
desperately straining ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring 
upper torso. Her body heaved and she held on to him desperately, not moving 
but quivering and jerking around him in a lewd pulsating rhythm that served 
to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still-hard driving cock and down 
the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his sperm-loaded balls and the 
two fingers still buried in her tiny puckered anus. 

George felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her tightly locked little 
cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her 
breath was coming in short panting gasps and she moaned involuntarily, 
feeling his own hot wet sperm suddenly shoot from the tip of his cock far 
into her soft, hungrily quivering belly. 

Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts 
surged into her, filling her with its warm sticky wetness and mingling with 
her own cum juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that Lynn had never before 
imagined. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Lynn's young, 
perfectly sculptured body was drained of everything and her arms and legs 
collapsed loosely out to her sides as McHenry's iron cupped grip on her 
buttocks slowly relaxed. She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers 
from her ravaged anus with a soft, almost fart-like hissing sound, then lay 
motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it had never been before. Tears 
welled in her blue eyes as her shame and humiliation returned and she 
remembered where she was and whose thick penis it was that was still soaking 
deep in her still-pulsating vagina. 

"Please, let me up, Mr. McHenry," she said finally, attempting to regain a 
little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the debasing experience 
she had undergone. "I ... I have to find m-my h-husband." 

The thought of Ed brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and she 
wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him. No matter what 
he might have done tonight, she had no valid excuse for allowing George 
McHenry to make love to her and she silently vowed that Ed must never, never 
know about what she had done. 

"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at her 
misery. "Here, let me pull it out." 

She closed her eyes at the sight of his lewd grin and trembled slightly as 
she felt him lift his hips, withdrawing his now-soft penis from her 
sperm-flooded pussy with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of fresh air 
flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body and she heaved a long 
sigh of anguished relief. She had not even realized that someone had quietly 
opened the door and slipped into the room until she opened her eyes and saw 
Marian McHenry's smirking face as the tall, redheaded woman leaned over the 
bed on which Lynn and her husband lay naked and panting. 

"Oh, God, Marian," Lynn moaned in horror at the other woman seeing her like 
this, naked, her belly filled with the wetness of the older woman's 
husband's sperm. She pulled up the fabric of the bedspread that hung over 
the side of the bed, vainly trying to cover her naked body. No matter what 
she had thought of the redhead before, Lynn now felt only compassion for 
her, imagining that she was hurt and horrified at having discovered her 
husband in the act of making love to another woman. "I don't know what 
happened ... I know you'll never forgive me, but please don't blame George 
... it was my fault ..." the young blonde sobbed, trying desperately to 
patch up what she thought must be the terrible pain the older woman was 
experiencing. "I swear I'll never come in this place again ... I'll never go 
near your husband ..." 

"Now, now, let's not get carried away, dear." 

"I don't know how to convince you ..." Lynn went on tearfully, then stopped 
as the redhead's coolly-uttered words penetrated her consciousness. The 
humiliated blonde had been wringing her hands and staring down at the floor 
all the time she had been talking but now she looked up at George's wife and 
saw that the beautiful older woman did not appear upset in the least. In 
fact, the redhead's expression was one of bored amusement. 

Confused, Lynn turned to George for some explanation but was faced with only 
the sight of his bare buttocks as he leaned over the edge of the bed to pull 
a pack of cigars from his jacket-pocket. She watched in astonishment as he 
righted himself on the mattress and calmly lit one of the long, black 
Havanas. 

"M-maybe I should leave," Lynn said to no one in particular and was about to 
swing her legs off the bed, when McHenry reached out and took hold of her 
arm. 

"Not so fast, my dear," he grinned evilly around the cigar in his mouth. 
"You wouldn't want poor Marian to run out screaming to your dear husband 
about what she found in here?" 

"But ... but, she's not upset," Lynn protested. "I guess you two don't care 
what each other does. But Ed would be -" 

"Exactly, dear," Marian interrupted impatiently, then chuckled at the look 
of horror that crossed Lynn's face. "That's right, you've guessed it. It's a 
little blackmail." 

"But, I haven't got any money," the tiny blonde whispered feebly. Now that 
she realized what she had done, she would gladly pay the McHenrys' or anyone 
else to keep Ed from knowing anything about it, but how could she? For a 
terrible second, she visualized her whole marriage falling to ruins because 
of one terrible mistake she had made. 

"We're not interested in your household allowance, my dear," McHenry 
snickered. He allowed his gaze to roam insultingly over her barely covered 
body before he went on. "We'd just like to have you entertain some guests 
for us at a party next week ... just like you entertained me tonight ..." 
Once again, his eyes lingered approvingly over the ripe young contours of 
her body. "And you did very well, my dear, very well ..." 

"All right, George!" Marian suddenly snapped and Lynn's eyes darted up to 
catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in the older woman's glance. The tiny 
blonde felt a flash of apprehension at the look on Marian's face, but then 
forgot it as the redhead turned to face her with an inquiring smile. "Well, 
dear, what do you say? It could help your husband too - there'll be no one 
but executives there and I'm certain they'll all be horrified when they hear 
you're not a member of the club." 

Once again, Lynn was threatened by the sarcasm she heard in Marian's tone, 
but she was not certain that she had not merely imagined it in her guilt. 
Why would the gorgeous woman be jealous of her, an unsophisticated young 
housewife, when Marian had such an obviously exciting life? At the same 
time, her mind worked frantically, trying to devise some escape from the 
terrible trap into which McHenry had led her like an unsuspecting baby lamb. 
But there was no way out. She knew it already - just as she had known it 
when George had called her a "whore" earlier, when his lust-hardened cock 
had been spearing in and out of her traitorously responding vagina. She had 
made herself a slut when she had given in to the seemingly-irresistible 
temptation, and now she would have to give her body again to keep her 
marriage intact. There was no other way, except to tell Ed, and she knew 
that her husband would never forgive her ... if he found out the truth. 

"You don't leave me much choice," she finally said slowly, trying to blink 
back the tears of frustration and shame that were rising to her eyes. 

The lovely blonde looked from one to the other of the two McHenrys', trying 
to find some sign of pity or compassion in their faces, but found instead 
only two pairs of coldly amused eyes. Their cruel indifference in the face 
of her suffering filled her with resentment at the injustice of her 
situation, but she could do nothing but stare back at them, contempt blazing 
in her eyes. "May I go out to my husband now? Are you finished with me?" she 
said coldly. 

"My dear, I hope I'm never finished with you," George leered at her naked 
body as she rose from the bed and walked toward the crumpled pile of her 
clothing on the floor. 

"Oh, shut up, George," Marian snapped irritably, then turned to the 
miserable young blonde. "If you're going to sulk, dear, we can just forget 
this. You'll be no good to us or our guests like that. Would you rather we 
told your husband about your indecent behavior or are you going to accept 
the terms without whining?" Then, apparently satisfied that she had driven 
the spike deeper into Lynn's heart, the redhead went on. "All right then, 
give me a call on Friday and I'll tell you our plans for the evening." 

"Yes, Marian," Lynn humbly agreed as, with downcast eyes, she hurriedly 
donned her clothes. "Where can I find Ed?" 

"Ed? Oh, he's gone home," Marian announced with studied nonchalance. "He got 
bored with the show and told me to tell you to come home whenever you 
liked." 

"Oh, no! When did he go?" Lynn cried out, her blue eyes wide with alarm. She 
prayed that he did not leave long ago, so that she wouldn't have to dream up 
some explanation for what she was doing. The rattled blonde didn't feel like 
she was capable of making up a believable story in her present state of 
mind. 

"Oh, a few minutes ago," the redhead shrugged. "Don't worry, if you hurry, 
you'll probably be home before he has his coat off. Besides, even if you 
were a little late, I doubt our Ed would have any suspicions about his sweet 
little wife ..." 

Her last words were lost on the blonde who had grabbed her purse and hurried 
out of the room to catch up with her departed husband and, after the door 
slammed, the silence in the room was broken only by the sound of George 
McHenry's satisfied chuckling. 

"Oh, stop snickering, you bastard," his flaming-haired wife suddenly hissed. 

"Why, what's wrong, Marian?" the naked, balding executive inquired, a look 
of injured innocence on his face. "Everything went according to plan didn't 
it?" 

"Not quite. You two were making so much racket in here that her husband got 
curious and stuck his head in the door before I could stop him," she said 
disgustedly. "He got a good look, but I'm pretty sure he'd rather die than 
tell her that he saw her balling with someone else." 

"So, what's your problem?" he shrugged. 

"Well, I got a good look too, George, and I can't remember the last time you 
fucked me the way you were laying into that little slut!" she spat out 
furiously. 

"Oh, Marian, you're not just a little jealous because she's almost twenty 
years younger than you, are you?" George crooned mockingly, then smiled 
affectionately at the fuming redhead. "Aw, come off it, sweetie, you know 
there's just no one else like you. These people are just fun to play with, 
that's all." 

"Well, maybe I am a little jealous," she muttered, slightly mollified by his 
words. "But from now on, we give her to the other men, you hear? If I catch 
you with that little bitch again, I'll force her husband's hand, I swear it. 
I don't care if it will ruin the fun. I won't -" 

"Calm down, sweetie," George softly interrupted, rising from the rumpled bed 
to take her in his arms. "You know I wouldn't think of doing anything you 
didn't like." 

"Do you really mean that?" 

"Huh? Oh, sure, Marian, sure," he murmured, barely aware of what he was 
saying. His eyes had a glassy, faraway look and his brain was already busy 
with the plans of what he would be doing to her the next time he got that 
luscious little blonde, Lynn Waring, into bed. 

 Chapter 8 

"Are you sure you'll be all right tonight, darling," Lynn anxiously 
inquired, struggling to keep her guilt out of her voice as she walked from 
the bedroom to the living room, buttoning her coat up right around her neck. 
It was a week since that terrible night at the Executive Club and Lynn was 
just about to leave to attend the McHenry's party. At this moment, it was 
all she could do not to break down and confess what she had done to her 
husband, but he had been so cold and strange with her this week that she was 
afraid he would just walk out on her if he ever knew. 

"Oh, don't worry about me, honey. If Marian wants you to play bridge with 
her tonight, you certainly couldn't turn her down," Ed shrugged, not looking 
up from the newspaper he was reading. "Besides, I know you're anxious to 
develop your friendship with the McHenry's." 

Lynn startled a little at the emphasis her husband put on the word 
friendship, then decided that she must be so upset she was imagining things. 
After what Marian had told her about this party, Lynn was afraid she was 
going to be forced to become "friends" with every executive in the company, 
but she prayed that it would not be that bad. The redhead had promised that 
Lynn would be amply supplied with the pale-green liquor she had drunk the 
other night and the young woman hoped that the strange drink would numb her 
enough so that her revulsion at what she had to do wouldn't show. She had 
tried to back out when she talked to Marian earlier that day and the older 
woman had threatened to immediately call Ed at the office. Just hearing the 
words had been enough to make Lynn recapitulate. There was no way out, 
except to submit to their horrible demands. 

"Well, I'll see you later then, darling," she finally said, hoping against 
hope that Ed would suddenly demand that she stay home tonight. "If I'm not 
home early, don't wait up. Marian said these things sometimes go on until 
late into the night." 

"All right, honey. Good-bye." Once again, he did not look up but 
concentrated on folding the paper so that he could read a particular article 
more easily. 

The young wife felt tears well in her eyes at the cool farewell Ed had given 
her, but she knew that she deserved no better, even though he had no way of 
knowing about her betrayal of their marriage vows. And now, tonight, she 
would have to betray them again in order to preserve her guilty secret. 

Struggling to control the wracking sobs that were threatening to burst past 
her lips, she muttered a hurried good-bye and rushed out the door into the 
winter night. 

As soon as he heard the loud slam of the front door, Ed tossed away the 
paper he had been pretending to read and cursed under his breath. He'd pay 
back the dirty little whore if it was the last thing he ever did, he swore 
to himself as he rose from the couch and walked back toward the bedroom 
where she had been dressing. He wished now that he had just gone in and 
throttled the little bitch and McHenry too when he had caught them naked and 
fucking away like there was no tomorrow in that other bedroom on the second 
floor of the Executive Club. But, no, instead he had just stood there like a 
dummy and stared at his own blonde wife thrashing and moaning under his 
boss's pistoning cock, too stunned and hurt to do anything but gape at the 
horrifying vision. Of course, he had to admit that the main reason that he 
had even looked in that bedroom was for the added stimulation of watching 
another couple screwing, so that he could go right back and have another 
round with Marian; but with him it was different. 

Ed hadn't fucked McHenry's wife for anything but sex, and, well, maybe 
business too, but Lynn was too inexperienced to understand anything like 
that. If she was letting George stuff his cock into her pussy, it was 
because the stupid bitch thought she was in love with him - and Ed could 
never forgive her for that! After the years of work and sacrifice he had 
wasted on her, he had been unable to anything but rush back into the other 
bedroom at the club, pull on his clothes and rush home. At the time, he had 
felt too guilty about having just laid Marian McHenry to even want to 
chastise his wife - but now, after what she was doing tonight, it had taken 
all his self-control not to strangle her before she breezed out the door on 
her way to another meeting with her new lover. 

Oh, yes, Ed fumed as he dropped down on the bed he and his wife had shared, 
he knew where she was going - but only because of a little ace in the hole 
that she didn't know about. Marian McHenry wasn't playing bridge tonight 
because she had invited Ed to a party this afternoon - a sex party she was 
holding while George was away on a business trip. And Ed was willing to bet 
that McHenry's business trip wouldn't take him any further than some cheap 
out-of-town motel where he was meeting his innocent little wife, Lynn the 
tramp! 

Well, he wasn't about to stay home mourning his cheating wife, he raged 
inwardly as he tore off the clothes he had worn home from work. Hell, no, he 
was going over to Marian's party and get his share of all that sweet, young 
pussy those executives always seemed to have around - and maybe make some 
more points toward that promotion too! 

Ed still wasn't quite sure why the redhead had invited him. She had said 
that it was a very private bash for the really big men at Amalgamated 
Industries, but when he had worried aloud about whether or not he, a mere 
junior executive, would be welcome, she had said something he hadn't quite 
understood ... something about "keeping George on his toes." He guessed that 
she had the same suspicions about McHenry's business trip that he, Ed, had, 
but he hadn't asked. At this point, he didn't really care. 

All he wanted now was revenge against his lying, cheating wife - and he'd 
get it tonight. Brunettes, redheads, and even other blondes would probably 
be all over the McHenry house tonight, all with their legs spread wide open 
and waiting ... 

 Chapter 9 

"Y-you mean he just wants me to s-stay here and let any man that comes in 
just ..." Lynn's voice faded out as she stared in undisguised horror at the 
stranger she had just allowed to pump his sperm into her heaving belly. 
George had told her to let this man make love to her and she had already had 
enough of the strange green liquor to make her almost want the vile 
coupling, but what the man was suggesting was unthinkable! 

"That's right. McHenry said he wants you to just stay here and spread 'em 
for anyone who wants to come in," the dignified-looking gray-haired man 
grinned as he pulled on his trousers. "I think he's out there advertising 
for you right now, and I can see why. I don't know where George finds 'em, 
but you certainly are a hot little cunt, aren't you?" 

"Oh, I ... I ..." Lynn dropped her eyes in shame. With the aphrodisiac 
running like molten fire through her veins, even her humiliation had not 
been enough to stop her from having a violent orgasm under the pounding hips 
of this man she had never met before. Finally, she mustered up enough 
courage to raise her eyes again and murmur beseechingly, "Please tell him I 
can't do it. I just can't do it anymore." 

"Now, now, girl, don't start getting funny now," the man said, obviously 
confused and embarrassed by the tears that were falling in tiny rivulets 
down the lovely blonde's cheeks. "Why, you've probably got the wildest ass 
of anyone in this house and that's an accomplishment!" 

Lynn shuddered at the man's crude words and felt the warm sticky sperm 
overflowing from her already once flooded pussy as she moved. Suddenly she 
came to a decision. She had to get out of here! It didn't matter if they 
told Ed she would go home and tell him right now! It was better than being 
subjected to any more of this humiliating debasement. She would make him 
understand somehow! 

"Where do you think you're going, my dear?" the jovial voice of George 
McHenry suddenly boomed into the bedroom just as Lynn was rising from the 
bed. "I've got all kinds of people here to visit you. You made quite a hit 
when you were passing out drinks to our guests." 

"I'm going home, George," the weary young woman muttered. "You can't make me 
stay here! I have to talk with my husband." 

"See you later, Frank, and tell the others to wait up a few minutes," 
McHenry hurriedly dismissed the gray-haired man who had been standing beside 
the bed. When the room was empty except for the two of them, George sat down 
on the bed and took Lynn's hand, an undefinable expression on his face. 
"Well, now, my dear. I wouldn't leave this room, if I were you. You see, 
Marian invited a surprise guest tonight and I don't think you'd want him to 
see you here ..." 

"Is Ed here?" Lynn almost cried out with joy. She pulled her hand from 
McHenry's grip and leapt from the bed, heading for the closet where she had 
neatly hung her clothes. He would take her away from these terrible people 
and maybe, now that he had seen what kind of people headed Amalgamated 
Industries, he'd be more willing to understand and forgive her for what had 
happened. But before she could open the closet door, she felt McHenry's hand 
on her shoulder. 

"Don't get dressed quite yet, my dear. It would make you conspicuous," he 
said softly. "First, come out into the living room and see if you really 
want to interrupt him right now." 

"I ... I don't understand," she faltered, but allowed George to lead her 
back across the bedroom and into the main hallway of his home. Her instinct 
was to cover her breasts and nakedly exposed vagina from the gazes of all 
these strangers, but she soon saw that the party had really gotten underway 
since she had followed the gray-haired man back into the bedroom and 
obediently taken off her clothes for him. Now, there was virtually no 
clothing to be seen and people, young and old, were wandering around the 
house as though they had never heard of covering their nakedness. There were 
empty and half-full glasses of the pale-green liquor on every table in the 
house and the shocked young blonde could see that the drink was already 
taking effect on the McHenry's guests. Even in the long, 
brightly-illuminated hallway, men and women were sprawled on the floor and 
even leaning against walls in every conceivable position of lovemaking and, 
as she paused in the doorway to the large living room, Lynn swallowed hard 
to prepare herself for the shocking sight that would meet her eyes. 

"He's over there ... in the chair next to the fireplace," McHenry whispered 
down at the wide-eyed naked blonde beside him. 

Still not suspecting why George had led her back to the living room, Lynn 
guiltily stepped back into the hallway so that her husband would not see her 
lush body unclothed amidst this orgiastic revelry and peered around the 
door-frame to where McHenry pointed. 

"Oh my God, no!" was all she could manage at the sight that met her eyes. 
She took a step closer to the doorway, unable to stop herself, and gasped in 
disbelieving horror at her husband on the other side of the room. He was as 
naked as everybody else, sitting with legs splayed wide apart so that the 
two beautiful women, Marian McHenry and a brunette Lynn had never seen 
before, could kneel on the floor before him, taking turns sucking his 
rock-hard penis. It was impossible and yet there they were, all three of 
them without a stitch of clothes on! 

"Do you realize what they're doing, my dear?" George whispered in a gleeful 
tone. "They're sucking your husband's cock and he doesn't seem to be minding 
it a bit." 

McHenry's words only echoed the thoughts in Lynn's own mind and the petite 
blonde woman wondered how Ed could be sitting there with such a blissful 
smile on his face while the disgusting thing was going on. Her husband had 
never even dared to ask her to do that to him and now she stood, rigid with 
shock, watching as George McHenry's wife's head worked rhythmically up and 
down over Ed's loins, her lips clasped tightly in a smooth oval circle 
around his erect penis. It stood out hard and stiff over his slim naked 
hips, his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by the brunette's fingertips 
as she cupped the sacs in one hand and kissed and licked hungrily at the 
base with her flicking tongue. 

The sight was one Lynn had never expected and small tears brimmed in her 
eyes as she realized that Marian must have betrayed her, telling Ed about 
what his wife had done. For a moment, the naked shivering blonde tried to 
regain control of herself, to make some kind of sense out of the frightening 
things that were happening to her marriage, but the terrible soul-rending 
sight of her own beloved husband's penis disappearing into George's wife's 
hungrily milking mouth as some strange dark-haired woman licked and sucked 
at him was just too much for any woman to bear - especially when that woman 
had just let go of all her self-respect so that her husband would never 
think that such infidelity had ever shadowed their marriage. 

The sight sickened her and yet it gradually filled the angered blonde with a 
blazing fire of resentment. Lynn listened to the sounds coming from that 
side of the living room, wet sucking noises punctuated occasionally by small 
moans of total abandonment to pleasure, and she wondered if Ed had ever 
taken the time to wonder why his wife had committed such a terrible crime 
against their marriage, or where she was right now! Obviously, he hadn't 
bothered to think at all, but had grabbed up the handiest opportunity for 
revenge. Well, she could have her revenge too, for the impersonal and unfair 
way he had been treating her lately and tonight she would teach him a lesson 
he would never forget! 

"All right, George, you made your point," she suddenly said, grabbing 
McHenry's hand to pull him back into the hall. "Let me have one more drink 
and I think I'll be ready to take care of all those executives you lined up 
for me. A gang bang, I believe they call it!" She smiled up at the man 
beside her, hoping that her grim determination for vengeance against her 
husband didn't show in her sweet expression. 

"Ah, is my special drink getting you into the fucking mood again, my dear?" 
he grinned back down at her, no longer bothering to disguise the lewd 
suggestiveness in his expression as his eyes raked over her voluptuous young 
body. 

"I guess so," she said slowly, realizing with surprise that the tight, 
tingling feeling she had experienced earlier had once again returned to the 
sensitive area between her thighs. She had never imagined what it would be 
like watching people making love, especially if one of them was her own 
husband, and found that it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. 
Instead of the absolute revulsion she anticipated, there was a strange 
light-fingered quivering deep in her belly like she had felt last week when 
she had been in that bedroom with George McHenry. But this time it wasn't a 
fearful excitement ... it was one she welcomed. Feeling more wicked than she 
ever had before, the lush-bodied young wife reached over and boldly stroked 
McHenry's penis beneath his trousers. Smiling impishly up at him, she added, 
"If you ever take off your clothes, why don't you come in for a while too, 
George?" 

"Wow, we'd better get you back into the bedroom right away," George said 
quickly, his eyes lighting in surprise at the speed of her decision. Lynn 
felt her knees trembling, from fear or excitement - she wasn't sure which - 
as McHenry led her back to the room where she had accepted the gray-haired 
stranger between her legs earlier that evening. 

A few minutes later, Lynn was once again in the rumpled bed, thirstily 
drinking down the pale green drink McHenry held to her lips. A moment ago, 
the young wife had felt a flash of fear and McHenry, sensing her 
uncertainty, had hurried out for another dose of the potent aphrodisiac. Now 
he leered confidently over her curvaceous naked body, watching her gulp down 
the last drop of the exotic liquor as though it were bottled courage. He 
didn't understand exactly what had made the luscious young woman come to 
such a rapid decision, but he did know that she was going to be one wild 
piece-of-ass once this last drink took its effect. 

"Hey, I've been a good boy all evening, just waiting for this hot little 
blonde pussy you told me about," a high masculine voice suddenly called into 
the room from the doorway. "When do I get some of this famous stuff?" 

Lynn's head jerked around and she stared in dismay at the pudgy red-faced 
man who had just entered the room. She saw his eyes flicker in appreciation 
over the delicious feast of her body spread out on the bed before him, and 
for a long terrible moment, the girl realized that she had made a dreadful 
mistake. She was just about to leap from the bed and escape from the 
bedroom, when McHenry's fingertips brushing casually over the tips of her 
breasts sent an indescribable electrifying shock coursing through her body, 
lighting tiny fires on her nerve ends until she involuntarily relaxed on the 
mattress, helpless against the tiny pin-pricks of sensation that tingled 
over her naked flesh. 

"I think she's ready right now, Neal," she vaguely heard McHenry chuckle, 
then suddenly she was alone with the chubby naked man. 

The drink! She had drunk too much, she knew now, but there was nothing she 
could do as the man leaned jubilantly over the side of the bed and began 
running his hands over her smooth white curves. Her entire body seemed to be 
throbbing with maddening surges of fiery desire and her buttocks ground 
desperately down into the sheets to quench a searing hot flame that suddenly 
began to lick hungrily over her trembling loins. 

"Aaaaaaah," she breathed tremulously as his fingertips traveled lightly up 
the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, digging down between them to tease 
at the rising bud of her pulsating clitoris. The sweet burning itch of lust 
rippled out from the tiny nub, snaking over her now-quivering belly and out 
into the nipples of her throbbing tits, overcoming the humiliation and fear 
of two strange hands roaming over her nakedness. 

The fat man's tongue licked warily over his tiny mouth as small beads of 
sweat began to form on his upper lip. Most of the women at these parties had 
always shunned him because of his soft flabby body, but this one was acting 
like she hadn't had a man in years. She was a beautiful young blonde and he 
couldn't understand why she was going wild under the stroking of his pudgy 
fingers, but he didn't care. If he stopped to talk to her, she might change 
her mind ... 

Clambering up onto the mattress, he pushed her unresisting thighs wide apart 
with the palms of his hands and lunged eagerly between their lush white 
fullness. Lynn was horrified at the joy she felt as the bed squeaked under 
his weight, but she no longer controlled the workings of her body or mind. 
The young blonde's cunt was a great burning emptiness and it had to be 
filled. Her wide blue eyes fixed hungrily on the short thick cock that 
dangled down from below the stranger's overhanging belly and, without 
thought, she reached down between their bodies to guide the thick 
blood-filled head to the lips of her greedily pulsating cunt. Her slim legs 
kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his broad hips as she 
jerked her torso upward, wildly pulling him down on her writhing body. The 
fat bulbous head lodged for a moment in the moist warm lips of her pussy, 
bringing a deep groan of pain and frustration tumbling from her lips as his 
bulk smashed her down into the mattress. But he quickly levered up on his 
arms, adjusted the angle of his body and crashed his loins down on her 
again, ramming the fleshy rod as deep as it would go into her greedy 
clasping pussy. His hairy balls slapped heavily against her upthrust 
buttocks, and his fat, sweaty stomach thudded against the yielding softness 
of her quivering belly. 

Still not satisfied, Lynn strained up against him, wrapping her slender 
fingers around his pillowy ass-cheeks in an effort to pull him deeper into 
her insanely demanding passageway. 

"Deeper! For God's sake, fuck deeper!" she wailed in desperation. 

Above her, the man puffed and grunted as he grasped her soft rounded hips 
and drove his rock-hard prick in to the hilt, but it was not enough to fill 
her nearly inhuman need. She groaned in disappointment, splaying her legs 
further out over the sides of the bed to give him greater access, but all 
her efforts were futile. It was much too short. 

As if to compensate for his shortcomings, the sweating man rammed his tongue 
deep into her wide open mouth, drizzling his saliva down into her throat. 
She sucked at it in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in an insane whirlpool 
of sheer raw lust that she never would have believed existed before this 
night. She strained her muscles to meet every jerking thrust of his 
pistoning cock, gasping with pain each time his pelvis smacked against her 
upturned loins with a brutal thud that resounded through the room. Then 
suddenly her breathing quickened as he started to bring her to a climax with 
the savage pounding of his body alone. 

She humped wantonly beneath him, fighting insanely for the peak that was so 
close, when his plunging abruptly stiffened and began to shoot its white hot 
juice far into the depths of her tortured womb. 

She cried out in frustration, then furiously pushed away the now-useless 
body of the panting fat man, gasping in anguish as she felt the exhausted 
deflated penis slip maddeningly from her still-churning thighs. Her own 
orgasm had been but a moment away and now the fires still raged on within 
her drugged and writhing body. 

Despairing of ever finding relief, she threw one arm over her eyes and let 
the tears of disappointment stream down her cheeks. Then, through the haze 
of her misery, she saw a little old man grinning down at her from the side 
of the bed. 

"Oh, please ... please ..." she murmured brokenly, her passion driving her 
beyond the point of caring how she must look or sound. "Fuck me, please!" 

"I was just waiting for the invitation, honey," he cackled happily, then 
jabbed his bony finger into the quivering flesh of the fat man who still lay 
gasping and puffing on the side of the bed. "Get your damned carcass off 
this bed, Neil! If you finish a job, get out! If you can't make it, find a 
better man! Remember that, boy!" 

"Yeah ... yes, sir," the other man panted breathlessly as he heaved his bulk 
off the bed and staggered from the room. 

"Damned punks ... need men around here," the old man muttered irritably as 
he climbed nimbly on the mattress. "And women too," he added as an 
afterthought when he faced the pleading in Lynn's eyes. 

But Ed Waring's blonde young wife had barely heard him speak and was 
grinding her crotch around frantically below as he moved his long bony frame 
up over her young lithe body. Her fiery gaping pussy searched hungrily for 
the shaft of flesh that would fill its aching need and Lynn gasped in relief 
as she felt the pressure of the bulging prick-head against her pulsating 
opening. 

Through the stupefying haze of her passion, she was only dimly aware that 
several other men had followed the old man into the bedroom and were, at 
that moment moving closer to the bed to view what was happening. The 
squirming blonde heard their gasps and whispered comments, but she was 
numbed now to any further humiliation. Nothing was important to her but the 
blazing tide of lust that was threatening to carry her past the edge of 
human endurance. Every single muscle in her body was tensed toward that 
thrilling probe between her trembling thighs until suddenly the old man 
flicked his hips forward. She felt a sudden sharp stab of pain as something 
monstrous popped up inside her and past the throbbing lips of her cunt, 
stretching the soft resisting flesh almost to the breaking point. 

Instinctively, her hand darted down behind her upturned buttocks and she 
gasped in amazement as her fingers encountered the giant pole of flesh that 
was boring so painfully into her narrow passageway. It was huge! The long, 
thick organ was even bigger than George McHenry's, and she jerked her hand 
away from the unbelievably huge cock in a reflexive action of horror. She 
could never take that inside of her without tearing her belly open! she 
realized fearfully, and suddenly she lost control and began to squirm 
frantically, trying to tear herself away from the old man and his inhumanly 
large penis. 

"Help me hold her down, boys," the white-haired man suddenly shouted to the 
men surrounding the bed. "She hasn't even got an inch yet and she's already 
bucking like a mare in heat!" 

"No, wait, please!" she whimpered in fright as she felt hands reaching from 
all sides of the mattress, some pinning down her shoulders and others taking 
hold of her slender ankles, levering her feet up off the bed and back over 
her head until the muscles of her body felt as though they would snap from 
the cruel strain - and the flat plane of her defenseless hair-covered pussy 
was presented up to the wildly grinning old man to plunder at will. 

"Aaaaaaagggh!" Lynn cried out as the old man lunged forward, thrusting his 
hips harder than before, sinking the cruel fleshy monster another agonizing 
inch. She tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape this inhuman, 
torturing impalement, the ruthlessly imprisoning hands held her tight to the 
mattress. There was nothing she could do but clench her eyes tightly shut 
against the angry pain of his slow, relentless penetration. 

He levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked forward 
again, his grin widening as the fleshy pole was buried another excruciating 
inch into Lynn's wide-stretched pussy. 

"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhh!" 

He thrust forward again - 

"Aaaaaaaggggg!" 

Lynn felt hot breaths blasting down over her nakedness as the watchers 
around the bed crowded closer, their hungry eyes fixed on the lust-inciting 
spectacle of this young blonde beauty being hopelessly impaled on the old 
man's hugely pulsating prick. She was dimly aware of clutching hands 
squeezing and massaging at her heaving breasts, and more hands and fingers 
clawing over every part of her flesh until she was certain she was covered 
with tiny crawling animals trying to enter every opening of her body. She 
began to sob hysterically, tears welling in great gushes from her 
pain-blinded eyes. 

"All right, honey, if you want it so bad," the old man muttered, "here it 
is!" 

He pressed forward with a sudden crushing lunge that plowed the giant cock 
deep into her tightly resisting passageway, pressing great waves of her pink 
soft flesh rippling before it. The cringing blonde quaked convulsively as 
the gigantic fleshy rod plunged down into her belly, forcing her inner 
organs to each side of its relentless path, smashing all resistance to its 
entry. It felt as though it were about to come out of her throat, her mouth 
if it didn't stop soon. It was tearing the soul from her body and then it 
was devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality. 

Then, suddenly, with a bone-shaking jolt, the old man's pelvis crashed 
resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of Lynn's nakedly exposed 
buttocks and his balls slammed down hard against the tiny puckered hole of 
her anus. The huge thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her painfully 
quivering cunt. 

The white-haired man waited motionless above her until the hopelessly 
impaled young woman's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax, her 
tightly clenched teeth opening in surprise as her painfully stretched inner 
flesh slowly grew accustomed to the gigantic intrusion. Then, the grinning 
man flexed the giant head of his prick deep inside her white soft belly, 
bringing another painful groan of agony from her lips. He flexed again, then 
again, grinning more broadly as he heard her protesting sounds become softer 
as her hot moist channel learned to accept the increasing size of the 
gigantic invading spear of flesh. The old man began a slow gyrating motion 
with his pelvis, grinding his huge prick into her defenseless vagina, 
stretching the still cringing walls until he fit into her like a sword in 
its sheath. 

Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully from within inches of the enormous buried 
weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they had seen before could have 
swallowed the whole of it. Again, unknown hands rubbed lewdly over the 
gleaming twin moons of her ass and she felt inquisitive fingers playing 
greedily with the fleshy down-covered lips that clamped so tightly around 
the huge embedded prick. She winced as she suddenly felt an anonymous 
fingertip probe under the dangling balls at her tiny defensively clenched 
anus, flicking teasingly at it like a wild tongue. She stiffened as it 
paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, 
worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. It moved around, 
expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay 
flat against her futilely straining ass cheeks, the whole finger buried 
securely within the dry throbbing tunnel. 

Kneeling over her trembling, jack-knifed form, the old man suddenly began a 
painful fucking motion in and out of Lynn's moist stretched pussy with long, 
lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the crest of his 
withdrawal to slam her anguished body deep into the mattress with every 
brutal stroke. The thick finger impaling her ass united with the massive, 
slow-drubbing prick as a rhythmic fucking team that brought groans of pain 
and gasps of ecstasy tumbling from her lips in cadence with the double 
invasion. 

The painful torture was now miraculously fading and an odd sensation of 
tingling pleasure began to flow through Lynn's strongly pinioned body. The 
unbelievable humiliation and debasement she had submitted to that evening 
were building up to form a strange masochistic excitement in her that began 
to surge through her bloodstream, mingling with the potent aphrodisiac to 
rekindle her smoldering passion. The muscles of her body began to flex in an 
unconscious rhythm with the cock and finger fucking into her, starting her 
hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the movements of the man 
above her. Hands still reached from everywhere to pinch and knead at her 
soft, white flesh, driving the lovely blonde's drugged body to greater 
heights of passionate fervor. 

"Oh, yes ... fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming her sweating body to 
meet the crawling hands and fingers that clutched at her flushed and 
tingling flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. 
There were uncountable men standing around the bed, stroking themselves over 
her in time to the monstrous prick fucking into her pulsating cunt and the 
strange finger working ceaselessly into her tightly clenching rectum like 
another throbbing penis. She was a prisoner, a captive in this glorious land 
of cocks, a helpless prisoner to this beautiful ravishment of her cunt and 
asshole, trapped between their battering slamming strokes like a chained 
animal. 

"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she crooned huskily 
into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep up with 
the two hard-driving pistons of flesh and finger pummeling into her like 
tireless fucking machines. Her entire being was centered in her loins and 
nothing else mattered now - not Ed, not revenge, just the surging reality of 
the hard flesh ramming into her hot, steaming vaginal passage. 

Suddenly, she was sure of a movement, another weight pressing down the 
mattress beside her head and, from somewhere above her, she heard a man's 
voice say: "Hey, Erwin, let's turn her over so the rest of us can get a 
little before she's shot." 

Lynn was too dazed from the force of her passion to do anything but cry out 
in feeble protest when the monstrous cock was suddenly withdrawn from her 
wide-stretched pussy. She no longer struggled against the eager hands that 
rolled her squirming body over on the sweat - and cum-soaked sheets until 
she was resting flat on her stomach. 

"Get up on your knees, baby," she heard the old man command her, but before 
she could move, the impatient men around the bed had grabbed her smooth 
white hips and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt 
there on all fours, her drugged brain reeling with the effort of keeping her 
body erect as they adjusted her position. Then, she smiled hazily as she 
felt the huge pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her open 
thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at 
the old man and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now 
well-lubricated slit of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the white-haired man 
lunged forward against her, impaling her body on his massive prick and 
causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden thrust. 

Her startled face ran head-on into another waiting hard cock that rammed 
without warning into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the glands 
of the head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of 
lubricating fluid seeping from the tip and filling the warm cavern between 
her cheeks with its pungent male taste. 

Her first reaction was revulsion at the thought of a strange man's penis 
filling her mouth, but then she remembered the blissful contentment on her 
husband's face as he had sat in this very house with two different women 
slavering over his lust-hardened cock. Well, if Ed liked women who were 
willing to suck his cock, then she would learn, she reasoned dimly as the 
man in front of her fucked mercilessly into her face as though it were a 
second delicious cunt. Then, she couldn't help but gag as he rammed the long 
thick shaft half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her 
roundly ovaled lips. 

For a moment, Lynn's mind struggled again against the obscene rape of her 
mouth, but it was useless as the two men began to thrust their hard pricks 
in and out of both ends of her body. She was dimly aware of the swinging 
balls dancing against her throat and the short, wiry pubic hair that grazed 
her nose and chin each time the man in front of her shoved forward, and she 
fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air each time the two 
cocks and the finger still imbedded deeply in her rectum simultaneously 
withdrew on the outstroke. 

"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven body back 
and forth helplessly between them, using her captive form as a receptacle 
into which they would pump their boiling sperm. She no longer felt human but 
like a great mass of quivering, sensitive flesh created just for this 
moment. In a nearly trance-like state, she watched the length of the long 
thick cock before her face from where it rose from the dark patch of hair 
and slipped into her mouth like the thick trunk of a pale tree rising from 
the forest. 

Suddenly the very debasement of her situation flickered through her mind and 
the humiliation of the two men buffeting her mercilessly between them began 
to excite her even more. The wisps of desire in her belly blossomed out to 
full bloom once again and she began to roll her buttocks in tiny, lewdly 
teasing circles, hungrily tightening her cunt muscles on the giant fleshy 
rod skewering into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the 
sticky hot sperm shooting into her heaving belly until it overflowed her 
aching pussy and ran down the insides of her trembling widespread thighs. 

She sucked greedily at the prick in her mouth, tasting and exploring its 
every pore. Her cheeks hollowed and then filled again with the man's every 
cruel thrust and her tongue swirled feverishly over the blood-filled 
cock-head, probing hungrily into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted 
this strange man's cock to explode into her mouth, to bloat her cheeks with 
its boiling, creamy load. She wanted to gulp it into her and feel it pouring 
down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her pussy. She wanted to 
feel it pounding through every vein in her body in great waves of forbidden 
joy. 

Then she got her wish! 

As a mind-paralyzing climax began building up deep in her own bucking body, 
she felt the cock slamming into her from behind begin to expand almost to 
the bursting point. She humped back on it violently as she felt it throb and 
jerk, spewing its hot white charge up into her wildly constricting cunt. The 
milky white fluid squirted powerfully into her dilated womb, filling it, 
then dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed against 
the old man's loins. His balls slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, 
causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the prick in her wildly 
sucking mouth to the very hilt. It too erupted, flooding her throat with the 
warmly delicious fluid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking 
on the great gushes of sperm that flooded her cheeks. Her lips clasped 
tightly around the jerking prick as she swallowed in great gulps to keep 
from wasting a single drop of the precious liquid. Still, though, tiny 
droplets trickled lewdly down from the sides of her mouth as the man pulled 
the soft slippery mass of his deflated cock from her still-sucking lips and 
collapsed on the mattress in front of her. Thin, shiny strings of cum hung 
from her lips connecting them to the deflated cock, almost a foot away. 

She skewered her ass up tightly against the still-squirting cock in her 
pussy and with a scream from between grimly clenched teeth, felt her own 
body explode into what seemed like a shower of tiny blazing stars, racking 
her being with an ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily. 

Her strength was suddenly exhausted, all gone, and she slipped down on the 
bed as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her cum-drenched pussy, 
gushes of cool air rushing refreshingly into the unplugged opening between 
her wide-splayed thighs. 

After that the young blonde wife lost all her conception of time and 
personalities, but fucked and sucked her way through all the spectators and 
then, yes, anyone else who happened to drift into the room. 

Lynn was beyond humiliation or any emotion but the animal need from the 
massive amount of the pale green liquor she had drunk. Her body still 
responded with orgasm after orgasm, but her mind seemed to be burnt out by 
the ravages of the drug and the terrible emotional ordeal she had undergone. 
At times, she dimly wondered if she would lie in this bed for the rest of 
her life, taking on any and all who chanced to enter the open bedroom. 

 Chapter 10 

In the McHenry's living room, the party had settled down considerably from 
the frenzied orgiastic atmosphere that had charged the air with electric 
sexuality a few hours before. Most of the guests now lay exhausted, some 
still panting, on the floor or sprawled out on the sofa and chairs. A few of 
the young, hardier executives still were in the final stages of lovemaking 
in the darker corners, but the pace of the fucking had slowed until most of 
the couples seemed to be merely undulating their bodies to the rhythm of the 
slow, romantic dance music someone had put on the stereo. 

Ed still sat in the same armchair he had occupied earlier that evening when 
the two women were going down on his prick, but now he sat alone, just as he 
had since he had shot off into Marian's mouth. He had felt really smug then, 
while those two beautiful women had groveled so shamelessly to lick and suck 
him in turns, but his satisfaction had been short-lived, for no sooner had 
Marian pulled her head away from his prick, semen glistening wetly around 
her ruby lips, then Ed had looked up to see George McHenry walking around 
the living room and chatting with several of the guests. The sight of his 
boss had hit the young junior executive like a lightning bolt and he had 
immediately demanded of Marian why George was home, instead of on his 
"business trip." 

The beautiful redhead had simply shrugged and murmured something about 
George enjoying himself more at home. Ed had become rather thoughtful and 
quiet, then, and Marian had eventually wandered off, taking her brunette 
friend with her. But the handsome young husband had continued to sit in the 
same spot, trying to figure out where his young wife could be tonight. Could 
he have misjudged her motives? he wondered with pangs of guilt as he stared 
down at his deflated cock, still gleaming with the saliva of the two women, 
but then he remembered what he had seen last Saturday night - the terrible 
vision that had haunted him for the last week. There was no question that 
Lynn had been fucked half silly by George McHenry and, if she wasn't with 
George tonight, then she was probably out fucking someone else. 

And even if she wasn't with another man, even if she was sitting home right 
now, wondering where he was, he knew he couldn't leave the party before he 
had made some important acquaintances, with an eye toward "that promotion." 
Besides, it would serve the cheating little bitch right to have to wait a 
few hours, he angrily rationalized, after the way she had spurned their 
marriage vows, and with George McHenry of all people. Anyway, he was already 
here and it would be stupid to leave before he had an opportunity to make a 
good impression on some of the really big people at Amalgamated Industries. 

Ed had been sitting there, mulling things over in his mind for so long that 
he had barely noticed when the partygoers had begun to wear themselves out. 
Now, suddenly, he started up in his chair when he realized that several 
people were already pulling on their clothes in preparation to leave. 
Abruptly fearful that he might have already missed out on all the valuable 
chances to become acquainted with the many top executives he had never met, 
Ed hurried over to a group of naked men who stood chatting in the doorway to 
the hall. Though he was nervous and a little apprehensive about intruding in 
the high-ranked conversation, he mustered up his courage and tried to look 
as dignified as he could without his working clothes as he moved closer to 
the group. 

"Christ, could you imagine having her working at the club every night?" 

"Listen, I know my wife would never go for that, but I wonder if we could 
get her a receptionist's job on the main desk. I'd love to get rid of that 
hag that supervises the 

girls." 

"Main desk, hell, why don't we turn one of the offices on the top floor into 
a reception room and she could be an executive receptionist." 

Ed joined in on the laughter that followed this last remark, though he 
didn't really understand what they were talking about. 

"Listen, we don't even know who she is," one of the group spoke up. "Maybe 
we should -" 

"Oh, hell, Tom, what difference does it make?" the tall gray-haired man net 
to Ed interrupted. "She's somebody now. That's the first time old Erwin 
fucked anyone at one of these parties in years and that little girl deserves 
a pension just for managing to take him on!" 

"Excuse me, but who are you talking about?" Ed finally broke in, unable to 
restrain his curiosity any longer. He wished now that he hadn't spent so 
much time moping in that armchair. Apparently, there had been one hell of a 
party going on in another part of the house. 

"Jesus, don't you know? Go on back to the last bedroom in the hallway and 
you'll get the wildest fuck of your life!" another man piped up, adding, "Or 
suck, if you want it. The girl's a gem. We're just trying to figure out how 
we could keep her around regularly. This is the first of these parties in 
years that hasn't been a damned bore!" 

"Uh, thanks," Ed smiled uncertainly. "By the way, my name's Ed ..." His 
voice trailed off as he heard the conversation start up again around him and 
he realized that the executives were only interested in talking about the 
"hot little bitch", they had all screwed that evening. For a brief desperate 
moment, Ed considered jumping right an the middle of the group and shouting 
out his name and why he should get the promotion, but the moment passed and 
he glumly backed away from the huddle of happily-chattering men. 

Well, he thought resignedly, he might as well go home, but then he 
remembered that Lynn would probably be waiting up for him and he didn't look 
forward to another of the strained conversations they had been having for 
the past few weeks. At last, he decided that he would wander back to the 
last bedroom and see if anything interesting was happening. Apparently, he 
couldn't even impress the executives tonight by throwing a really wild fuck 
to this girl. "Old Erwin," whoever he was, had already stolen the show. 

The hallway was quiet and deserted as he walked slowly down to the open door 
at the end, his face as glum as his thoughts. He wondered if the girl hadn't 
already gone home, but his curiosity kept him moving toward the lighted 
doorway. When he was almost there, a man Ed thought was one of the senior 
vice-presidents strode out of the room, a smug contented smile on his face. 

"She's still going?" the junior executive smiled ingratiatingly up at the 
older man. "I got here a little late." 

"You may just be too late," the other grinned as he passed by. "It's a 
damned shame, but I think she's had it for the night." 

Ed almost turned around and followed the executive back down the hallway, 
but then he started to wonder again just what kind of woman could make such 
a great impression on the top men in the company. Perhaps just seeing her or 
talking to her could give him some ideas he could bring home to Lynn, though 
God knows, he was already worried about how he was going to keep his wife in 
line once they were members of the sex-oriented Executive Club. He supposed 
he would just have to break down eventually and tell her that he knew about 
her and George McHenry, and even confess about what had happened with him 
and Marian ... 

A second later, his mind blanked with shock and his tall frame swayed 
slightly as he stood in the doorway, gaping at the voluptuous young blonde 
woman who lay naked and motionless on the huge bed before him. It couldn't 
be, it just couldn't be, he dazedly repeated to himself as he recognized his 
own wife lying in the dirty sperm-soaked sheets. The young husband wanted to 
shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but his entire 
body was paralyzed and he stood there as though his feet had in that moment 
become lead weights too heavy to lift off the carpet on which he stood. 

Suddenly, as if sensing another presence in the room, the girl lifted her 
head weakly from the pillow and stared blankly toward the door. "Please, I 
can't ... no more, please ..." she mumbled brokenly, then collapsed back 
onto the mattress. 

The little slut doesn't even recognize her own husband any more, Ed fumed 
inwardly, trying to stifle the pity he felt rising at the sight of her 
condition. In an attempt to work himself into the fury he knew was his 
right, the handsome young husband stamped loudly into the bedroom and sat 
down heavily on the edge of the bed. 

"Please, no, I can't," Lynn feeble repeated, turning her head away from him 
with eyes tightly closed. Still she didn't feel the masculine weight lift 
from the bed and, as a last resort, she opened her glazed eyes again and 
turned to beseech the latest comer for a chance to rest. She had gotten her 
revenge and was certain that she would probably have a divorce as well, and 
she couldn't bear to go any further with the horrible debauchery of this 
party - not when her own husband probably hated her now. "Please ..." she 
began again, then gasped as she saw who was sitting beside her. 

"Oh God, Ed, it's you. Please tell me that you don't hate me," she blurted 
out, no longer able to control her tears at the sight of her husband. "I - I 
never m-meant to ... h-hurt you ... we were t-tricked ..." 

"Ah, honey, don't cry," he said gruffly, trying to hide the emotion in his 
own voice. "It'll be all right. But, why, baby, why did you do it?" He held 
her body tight against his, feeling her wracking sobs pounding out against 
him. 

"It w-was George and M-Marian," she said slowly, making a desperate effort 
to control her sobs, so that she could explain what had happened. "He 
t-tricked me into making love with him, then th-they said they'd t-tell you 
i-if I didn't ... i-if I didn't do this! ..." 

"Oh, Christ, I should have known," Ed muttered as he suddenly realized all 
the other young executives who had been transferred to McHenry's division, 
then were fired soon after they were announced as candidates for a 
promotion. "It was all a game! He never planned to give me that promotion!" 

"What promotion? Nobody gets promotions around here without me knowing it!" 
an elderly voice suddenly boomed into the room, followed by its owner, a 
little white-haired old man. "Is this rascal bothering you, honey?" he 
added, nodding his head curtly at Ed. 

"No, Erwin, he's my husband, Ed Waring," she said, blinking back her tears 
to smile at the old man. "Ed, this is Erwin, um ... I don't know your last 
name ..." 

"Erwin Doud, honey, and my congratulations to you, sir, for choosing such a 
lovely young woman for a wife," the old man said cordially, as he sat down 
beside Ed on the bed. 

Ed barely managed to nod an acknowledgment to the newcomer, so shocked was 
he by the realization of the identity of "Old Erwin." Erwin Doud was the 
president of Amalgamated Industries and the white-haired man had a cock that 
hung, even soft, half-way down to his knobby knees. 

"Honey," he finally managed in a strangled voice. "Did you and Mr. Doud 
...?" 

"Sure did, son," Erwin chuckled cheerfully. "Finest time I've had in many 
years ... now, tell me about this promotion she wants you to have ..." 

 Chapter 11 

"Now, darling, if I get too frightened tonight and try to back out, don't 
listen to me, okay?" Lynn smiled nervously up at her tall, handsome husband. 
"Just tell me what to do and I will." She nodded her head determinedly as if 
to convince herself of her own resolution, then took Ed's hand as they 
walked up the steps to the brownstone house two doors away from the 
Executive Club. 

"Now, you're sure, sweetheart, aren't you?" he muttered. "I don't want any 
misunderstandings to ever come between us again. And I'm certain Mr. Doud 
would let us out of the agreement if we asked him to ..." 

"No. We agreed and we should stick to it," she said firmly, shaking out her 
tawny hair in the winter moonlight. "Besides, I guess I'm a little excited 
about it too," she admitted, crinkling her nose up at him. "You don't mind, 
do you?" 

"Oh, you know better than that, honey," he grinned, thinking back to the 
night he had discovered his wife had taken on more than twenty cocks and 
made them all cum into her mouth and pussy. And how the idea had excited 
him, once he really knew that it was only sex with her and that she loved 
him more than ever now. Yes, in the three weeks that had passed since the 
party at the McHenry's house, it seemed that all their problems had somehow 
been worked out, and they were happier now than ever before in their 
marriage. They had even attended a few evenings at the Executive Club, as 
the guests of Erwin Doud, and found that they could really enjoy getting 
naked with and making love with other people, as long as each of them knew 
that the other was not lonely or worried. 

Now, they wanted only one thing to be completely content - Ed's promotion - 
which was why they were here tonight. At the McHenrys' party, the 
white-haired old president had been interested and even enthusiastic about 
giving the young executive the position he wanted so badly, but before 
agreeing, he had impishly imposed a condition to the young couple, a 
condition they planned to fulfill tonight, despite a slight trepidation on 
both their parts. 

"Anyway, sweetheart, I'm sure Erwin knows what he's doing," Ed added as he 
realized that Lynn was still looking up at him with a slightly worried 
expression on her face. "You're almost like a daughter to him now - so you 
know however he does it, it's going to be nice for you." 

"Yes, but three at the same time," Lynn said thoughtfully. "How can I take 
that many men on at one time? I don't see -" 

"Well, I have a suspicion ..." Ed said with a trace of a smile. "Something 
I've heard about ... but let's see what Erwin's planning." With that, he 
pressed on the doorbell button. 

"Oh, Ed! You've been teasing me like that all week," she pouted 
good-naturedly, but curious nonetheless. "It's nice, isn't it?" 

"Don't worry, darling. Would I -" he started to mild exasperation, then 
stopped as the door opened in front of them. "Oh, Hi, Erwin. She's been 
trying to back out all day, but here we are!" 

"Well, I'm glad," the old man chuckled as he led them into the house. "I'd 
hate to think that Bruno and I have been taking our vitamins for nothing all 
week. Besides," he added slyly over his shoulder, "we made a deal. You have 
to come through, honey, if you want that promotion." 

"Who's Bruno?" Lynn inquired as they arrived in an old-fashioned sitting 
room in the rear of the house. "Is he the other -?" 

"The other lover for you? You bet, honey," he grinned as he took their 
coats. "Now, you two take your clothes off while I hang these up. And when 
you're ready, just ring this bell," he said, pointing to a long silk cord 
hanging from the ceiling, "and I'll bring Bruno in to meet you." 

As soon as he left the room, both the Warings began to strip off their 
clothing, folding them neatly and piling them on an antique velvet lounging 
sofa that took up most of the tiny room. They were both silent, preoccupied 
with their own thoughts, until Lynn broke the silence. 

"Ed, why do you think he's doing all this for us?" 

"Well, honey, he told me the other day in the office that he likes my work," 
he replied slowly, then broke into a loving smile. "But I think the real 
reason is that he likes you. He told me you have `balls', if you understand 
that, and I think he's testing today to make sure you're really as much of a 
woman as we both think you are." 

"Oh, Ed, any dumb blonde can do what I did that night," she protested with a 
giggle. 

"Yeah, but not everyone would like it enough to leave every single man 
satisfied!" Ed retorted as he pulled down the silken rope hanging from the 
ceiling. In another part of the house they heard a faint chime of a bell and 
then footsteps hurrying down the hallway. 

A moment later, Erwin Doud's wrinkled face peered into the room. "Ready?" he 
said with a grin, then opened the door the rest of the way. "Meet my best 
friend, Bruno!" 

"Oh, God!" the tiny blonde gasped in dismayed horror as a German Shepherd, 
the same massive beast she had seen at the Executive Club, lumbered into the 
room. He walked up to the young husband, sniffed disinterestedly for a 
moment, then turned to the lush-bodied naked wife and immediately lapped his 
long pink tongue over the soft white flesh of her belly. Lynn started to 
move a little closer to Ed, then remembered what he had said about this 
evening being a test. With great effort, she forced herself to stand 
motionless while the huge hairy beast sniffed hungrily at her golden pubic 
vee. 

"Ah, he likes you, dear," the old man smiled approvingly, then suddenly his 
voice and expression changed to one of executive command. "All right, honey, 
now take those clothes off the couch and lie down with your legs spread out 
nice and wide. Let's see if you like Bruno as much as all the other girls at 
the club." 

Lynn trembled as she remembered the dark-haired girl at the club who had 
gone wild as the big dog had fucked into her tiny hair-lined pussy. At the 
time, she had felt little twinges of jealousy for the rapture the girl was 
obviously experiencing, but that was before she knew that she would actually 
have to submit to the dog herself. Now, she wished with all her heart that 
they could somehow call this whole insane agreement off, but she knew that 
Ed would never forgive her if he lost the promotion. Besides, she had agreed 
to do whatever they asked ... 

Lynn's hands were shaking as she picked up the bundle of clothing and set it 
on a table in the corner of the room. She hoped that the trapped 
helplessness she felt was not apparent on her face, but then, she noticed 
that both her husband and the old man were grinning broadly, apparently 
enjoying her tortured discomfort. All right, she fumed inwardly, she would 
show them that she was as sensual a woman as that girl on the stage, even if 
she had to pretend to be excited because of her fear of the monstrous dog. 
She walked back to the long, armless couch and lay on her back, her trim 
naked thighs spread invitingly toward the excited animal. 

"She's a real beauty, Ed," Doud said approvingly as he pulled at the tie of 
his long maroon robe. His eyes roamed critically over her ripe female 
curves, coming to rest on the soft coral-hued lips of her pussy. He grinned 
impishly and added, "We're going to stuff you so full of hard pricks 
tonight, you're not going to know which way is up." With that, he pulled off 
his robe and Lynn gasped as she saw the monstrous erect penis that shot up 
from the white hair at his groin. It was even bigger than she remembered and 
she fearfully wondered how she had ever taken the gigantic penis all the way 
up into her stomach, or how she would again. But, before she could consider 
the terrifying prospect further, the old man snapped his fingers and 
whispered, "Get her, Bruno." 

Lynn, in spite of her resolve to endure whatever the older man might want, 
trembled in terror and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming as 
the huge German Shepherd suddenly moved up between her wide-splayed thighs. 
She didn't dare move, for fear of ruining Ed's chances for the promotion, 
and lay shuddering and helpless as the dog lowered his head to her silken, 
hair-fringed vagina and sniffed eagerly. His tail wagged and trembled as 
though he had found another German shepherd bitch in heat and Lynn jerked 
violently as his cold nose suddenly made contact with her exposed clitoris. 
Then a low gasp escaped her lips as his broad flat tongue suddenly fell from 
his jaw and began licking wetly up and down the narrow pink slit between her 
thighs. 

He ran his long dripping tongue over the full length of the naked crevice 
between her legs, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus up over 
the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny bud of her clitoris, then back 
down again to burrow the tip slightly into her outer fleshy anal ring. 
Almost against her will, the voluptuously writhing blonde began to shudder 
and chill from the sexual excitement of allowing a dog to caress her naked 
body this way and her frightened gasps began to change to soft mewling 
sounds of involuntary pleasure, as the beast's thick tongue flicked 
relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, curling sporadically deep into 
her hotly flowering vagina. It was not long before she was kicking her legs 
back over her head and reaching down to pull the hairy beast's nose into the 
suddenly moist pulsating opening. 

"Bruno, that's enough," the old man suddenly called out and the dog 
obediently pulled his head from Lynn's impassioned grip and trotted back to 
his master's side. "Well, honey, you feel like you could take a little cock 
now?" he leered down at the tiny blonde who lay gasping with frustration on 
the long couch. 

"Oh, yessss," she breathed. "Please ..." 

"Well, then, get up for a minute and you'll get a big one," he chuckled 
tauntingly. 

Lynn moved hurriedly from the sofa, then watched as Erwin Doud moved past 
her to lay down with his buttocks on the edge of the lounge, his long 
rock-hard shaft jutting obscenely into the air as he settled back into the 
velvet upholstery. It was like a seductive idol to Lynn's desire-filled 
brain and her blue eyes gaped at it longingly, watching as he spread his 
thighs open and his heavy, wrinkled balls hung heavily into the crevice of 
his buttocks. 

"Do you think she's ready for this, Ed?" the white-haired man asked her 
husband with a teasing look in his eyes. 

"She'd better be ready for all of them pretty soon," Ed growled as he slowly 
stroked his own stone-hard prick. "I don't think I can wait much longer." 

"Oh, I am! I am right now!" she whispered breathlessly, looking back and 
forth between her watching husband and the corporation president for some 
hint of what she was to do now. 

"Well, then get over here and slip this one up your hungry little pussy 
first, honey, then we'll worry about the rest," Doud lewdly directed. 

Lynn didn't need any further invitation. She straddled him with her knees on 
either side of his ribs and immediately the old man's bony hands smoothed up 
her inner thighs to her throbbing, tight cunt-lips, spreading the soft, 
blonde-fleeced edges open to expose the moist inner pinkness to his lustful 
gaze. Immediately, his fingertips began to work teasingly over her tiny, 
erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state until, with 
a throaty moan, Lynn abruptly leaned up on her knees, encircled his cock 
with her tiny hand and tried to stuff it into the narrow hole of her waiting 
vaginal slit. 

"Oh, God, it won't go in, it won't fit this time!" she wailed, her firmly 
heavy breasts swaying and quivering as she squirmed her naked loins 
frantically over the blunt head of the towering penis. Then, her husband, Ed 
quickly stepped up and caught hold of her waist while Doud reached down to 
aim the shaft's fiery mushroom-shaped head directly under the tiny quivering 
opening of her vagina. At a nod from the older man, Ed put his hand in the 
small of her back and pressed her body down over the thick rod of hardened 
flesh. 

Momentarily, the fleshy resistance of the huge throbbing head pressing with 
brutal force against the small elastic opening of her soft moist cunt 
brought a protesting moan from deep in the young wife's throat, but then it 
suddenly slipped past the tightness of the outer lips and wedged into the 
tenderly giving cuntal walls beyond. With a low ecstatic moan, she began to 
sink down onto the long pole of hardened flesh and the Corporate President 
slid it up into her like a never-ending greased piston. 

Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against Doud's hips, Lynn 
slipped lower and lower on the shaft, moaning ecstatically all the way down. 
Then, she lifted herself up on her knees, the soft round mounds of her 
buttocks rising, so that the thick gleaming penis, glistening in the light 
from the excited secretions of her vagina came whitely into view, and then, 
with a soul-rendering gasp, she drove her hips back down again, ramming the 
whole of his cock up inside her until it crashed hard against her cervix. 
The petite blonde housewife, her husband watching excitedly, began to jerk 
rhythmically against him, screwing the tightly clenching lips of her wide 
stretched vagina up and down the monstrous shaft with increasing speed until 
she felt as though she were almost ready to have an orgasm. 

"Now, Ed, now loosen her little asshole up for Bruno!" the old man grunted 
as she rode up and down his monstrous prick. 

Lynn was hardly aware of anything around her until she felt her husband's 
fingers parting her nakedly upturned buttocks and probing at the sensitive 
hairless circle of her anus. Vaguely she remembered her two experiences with 
George and with Erwin at the party, and she remembered the delights of the 
strange fingers working lewdly in her back passage. She mewled happily as 
she felt a middle finger probe, then press into her tiny tight anus, and 
strained back on it as she rode up and down her husband's superior's 
monstrously throbbing cock. Then, suddenly she stiffened as she felt the 
extra pressure of another finger working itself into the tiny passageway. It 
hurt this time and she jerked forward to escape its painful entry, almost 
losing contact with the older man's penis as she did so. 

"Oh, don't, please, that hurts," she blurted as she suddenly realized that 
the huge German Shepherd was going to plant his long tapered cock up into 
her virginal rectum. But, Ed firmly planted the palm of his other hand on 
the small of her back again, driving her back down on the company 
president's hardened penis and making it impossible for her to move without 
hurting herself more. His fingers dug mercilessly into her back passage, 
expanding it relentlessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight 
narrow hole, stretching it widely in preparation for the greater assault to 
come. 

"All right, Ed, boy," Doud commanded quietly, and as suddenly as he had 
shoved the fingers in, Lynn's young, excitedly watching husband pulled them 
out of her. Lynn heard his footsteps as he moved back from the couch, then 
the white-haired man excitedly called out again: "Bruno, fuck! Fuck her from 
behind, boy!" 

Lynn felt the cool air moving soothingly over the tiny puckered lips of her 
finger-stretched rectum for just a moment, then suddenly was pushed forward 
until her breasts were smashed into Erwin Doud's chest by the weight of the 
huge hairy beast that had just mounted her naked buttocks behind her. She 
trembled as she felt the sharp tip of the animal's long tapered cock sliding 
up and down the now warmly perspiring crevice of her ass, then cried out, 
writhing violently, as she felt the hard fleshy point find her 
tightly-clenched anus and press relentlessly against the tight elastic ring. 
She groaned in torment from her helpless kneeling position, feeling the 
animals relentless pressure grow stronger until her tender flesh suddenly 
gave way. She felt the rubbery lips of her futilely clenched little rectum 
being wedged open to encircle the tip of the lustfully throbbing dog-cock, 
then shrieked in agony as she felt the long thick shaft slip deeper and 
deeper into her widely-stretched anal passage pushing the soft rubbery flesh 
of her back passage in great roaring waves of pain before it. 

Tears of anguish began to well up into her tightly closed eyes and 
overflowed onto her cheeks as the cock in her asshole pressed further until 
she could feel the thickness of it begin to rub against the monstrous prick 
of her husband's boss' beneath her, separated only slightly by the thin 
membrane between her vagina and her back passage. But as she squirmed to 
escape the inhuman impalement, she suddenly realized that the pain was 
becoming weirdly pleasurable and she began to move backward to meet the 
jerking thrusts of the excitedly humping dog's loins. 

The panting German Shepherd found a footing on either side of the wide 
couch, lifting his weight up off the crouching girl as he began to dog-fuck 
rhythmically in and out of her soft buttocks. She lifted her head and torso 
up from the old man's chest and began to mewl in delight as the two cocks 
began skewering into her in a savage rhythm of animalistic lust. 

Unable to stand the wild scene before him any longer, the dually impaled 
young woman's husband kneeled on the side of the couch, his rampant cock in 
his hand as he kneed forward until its tip grazed her softly crooning lips. 
At the gentle touch the young blonde opened her eyes and looked at the 
throbbing rod of hardened male flesh in front of her face. Even in her 
passion, a trace of a loving smile crossed her lips as she opened her mouth 
and he slid the blood-filled head up between her ovaled lips and along the 
length of her tongue, tiny droplets of its lubricating fluid seeping from 
the hole on the end to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with its pungent 
male taste. It was all she had needed to make her wildly rising ecstasy 
complete and she bucked and heaved her curvaceous young nakedness between 
them as the three desire-hardened cocks fucked into her body at every warmly 
receptive opening she possessed. 

Ecstatic moans of passion escaped around her husband's penis in her mouth 
and Ed stared down in salacious excitement at the hollowing and bloating of 
her cheeks as the thick rod slipped in and out of her greedily clasping 
lips, in time with his company president's huge prick fucking upward in her 
clasping pussy and the monstrous dog's powerful cock racing in and out of 
the hot rubbery depths of her rectum. 

Lynn was lost in the overpowering sensations and wildly undulated her hips 
and buttocks as she impaled herself on the two thick shafts fucking into 
her, squeezing with her cuntal muscles and tensing her buttocks to give the 
white-haired man and his dog the same pleasure they were bestowing on her. 
At the same time, she sucked insatiably at her husband's cock in her mouth, 
bobbing her head rhythmically up and down as he thrust deep up into her 
hotly working throat. She was almost out of her mind with passion and felt 
her orgasm approach with the force of a tidal wave. 

Then, suddenly, before hers arrived, she felt the fiercely humping dog's 
cock begin to throb and expand as it pummeled deep into her wide stretched 
back passage. She ground back against it and felt her own climax begin to 
erupt as the panting German Shepherd abruptly spewed his white hot load deep 
into her excitedly pulsing rectum. The corporation president, as if sensing 
his dog's release, suddenly plunged forward, imbedding his wildly 
ejaculating cock deep up into her voraciously clenching pussy, pumping his 
desire-heated sperm far up into the depths of her tight little belly. 

The force of their dual orgasms caused her nakedly quivering young body to 
jerk forward, driving her husband's cock into her madly sucking mouth to the 
hilt. It too erupted, jetting forth thick streams of the creamy pungent 
liquid into her mouth and throat, forcing her to swallow desperately to keep 
from choking on the great gushing spurts that filled her mouth. She 
swallowed in hard, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring 
tightly around the wildly squirting penis that she loved so much, yet small, 
lewdly shining droplets still seeped from the corners of her mouth and down 
to her chin as her semen-drained husband fell back away from her, nearly 
collapsing on the floor beside the couch. His shrinking penis slithered 
lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white 
creamy sperm stretching lewdly from her lips to his departing cock. 

Then, with a low banshee cry, the half insane young wife screwed her 
buttocks tightly down onto the still-erupting cocks sunk deep in her rectum 
and vagina. As the dog's deflating cock slipped limply from her ravaged 
rectum she felt her body shudder violently as the final great gush of 
pleasure rippled over her completely-used flesh. 

It was almost an hour later before the three of them could rouse themselves 
sufficiently to even consider getting dressed, and the German Shepherd lay 
dozing happily at the foot of the couch throughout the short business 
discussion that took place in the tiny sitting room. No one was particularly 
surprised when Erwin Doud announced that Lynn had passed her "test" with 
flying colors, but the flushed young couple were pleased and amazed when the 
old gentleman presented Ed with his certificate of membership to the 
Executive Club, signed by the founding member, Erwin Doud. And it was agreed 
that the next day, Ed would find his name on the door of the office of the 
Vice President in Charge of Industrial Relations. 

The Warings were tired but happy as they stepped out of the doorway of Erwin 
Doud's house on Stuyvesant Square. They paused for a moment at the bottom of 
the stairs to breath deeply of the brisk winter air, basking in the 
sweetness of their private and professional success, then Ed suddenly began 
to chuckle softly. 

"What is it, darling?" Lynn smiled warmly up at him. 

"You're not going to believe it, but look behind you," Ed grinned, shaking 
his head ruefully. 

Lynn whirled around and gasped as across the square, she saw George McHenry 
moving up the steps of the Executive Club, a young and obviously rather 
nervous girl on his arm. The lovely blonde felt a flash of indignance that 
the man would be already playing his sinister game with another young 
executive's wife, so soon after he had been caught and chastised by the 
corporation president. She pulled on Ed's hand, determined to go up and warn 
the unsuspecting girl of the fate that was in store for her, but her husband 
gently pulled her back. 

"Honey, where do you think you're going?" he said quietly. 

"Why, Ed, we have to warn that poor girl ..." 

"About what?" he prompted gently. 

"About what?" she blustered. "Well, look what happened to us!" 

"Yeah, look." He hugged her affectionately to him as comprehension crossed 
her face. "Don't worry, honey ... if the girl has `balls', old Erwin's bound 
to find out about her sooner or later. Besides, if he doesn't, the poor 
young girl's husband might stay an office boy the rest of his life!" 

Happiness radiated around the laughing couple as they crossed the street 
arm-in-arm and strolled through the snow, a whole new world opened up before 
their complacent young eyes ... theirs, to make of it what they would ... 


End
