RWS-169  The Mirrored Den
Allen Chase


CHAPTER ONE

Leo McKern paced the room with that restless rapacious stride of his. "I
tell you those buns were so firm I wanted to grab that sweet little ass and
rip those pants off her and fondle that sweet ass right there in the
store!"

Mona McKern glanced up from the floor where she lay sprawled on the thick
nap of the rug in a housecoat, smoking a cigarette and reading the Sunday
paper. Her dark attractive face split in a smile. "Listen to the bull in
heat."

Leo puffed on his cigarette and nodded, his hand brushing his forehead and
felt the ragged edges of a hangover ramming away in his brain. He swung
behind the portable bar that was almost always set up in their bedroom, and
decided to fix himself a Bloody Mary, a little hair of-the-dog theory, for
breakfast and he mixed two drinks, making them both fairly strong and
padded barefoot back to his wife, handing her one without a word. "God
damn, she got me hot. I can't wait to throw it into that little broad!"

Mona drank, slaking her rampant thirst brought on by too much partying the
night before. A dark shapely brunette just turned thirty one, she took good
care of her sultry good looks. She looked up at her husband through dark
lashes, smiling at him. "You horny bastard!" she said with a begrudging
kind of tolerance. She smiled at Leo, loving him in her way, realizing he
gave her everything and asked nothing of her but that she behave the way
she liked to anyway! She knew him to be a generous and kind man, rewarding
her with whatever physical pleasure and possession he could. Nothing was
denied her, not even men. Her long lovely body sprawled relaxed on the rug,
her lovely legs showing out of her gown.

Leo McKern looked down at his wife and smiled that tough cynical smile at
her. Leo also had whatever he wanted, getting his way by incredible guile
and charm when he had to, wits when they were needed, intelligence that hid
behind a rough exterior and with his fists when necessary, hammering his
way to whatever bloody goal he had struck out for. He got whatever he
wanted by hook or crook. Now, at forty, he had approached the summit of his
manhood and stood straight and heavy and cunning and tough. Next year some
paunch would show, this year he was as hard as stone, working out in the
gym every day, swimming laps in the pool every day, running his company and
chain of stores with a charming reckless kind of native humor and
intelligence.

Leo McKern was the earthy president and principle stock holder of a closed
corporation which ran a chain of outlet food stores in Southern California.
His brand of take-out food and prices struck a public fancy and Leo soon
found himself wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, selling franchises for a
lucrative figure then selling the food to the franchises. Leo loved every
successful dollar-drenched minute of it. He drove a custom-built Imperial
and enjoyed his empire and power.

Leo's gimmick was so simple yet successful. The old car-hop idea revived
with the girls serving the customer clad in hot pants and a vivid orange
blouse that showed plenty of cleavage. And the girl's that worked for Leo
had plenty of cleavage. Leo saw to that. He retained the right to hire and
fire the help, acting as a kind of universal personnel manager, he traveled
the state, interviewing hiring and training the girls.

Leo was no fool. He knew he had to have something more than his
labor-market competitors in order to attract good looking girls who were
willing to show off a little of their bodies and figures in return for good
pay. Leo paid top dollar to start and had all kinds of promotional and
incentive plans for the girls. A girl with ambition and a good case of the
smarts could combine them with her figure and come out with a good weeks
salary.

Leo was no fool. He simply was a little less greedy, settling for a lesser
slice of the pie.

Once young men saw the quality of the service, once one of those young
lovelies was glimpsed striding toward a car in bright orange hot pants;
smiling, their bodies glowing with slim health and youth; once young men
saw this and once word got around, Leo's take-out stores were doing a
Standing Room Only business all over the state and Leo got his picture and
a brief write-up in Time as one of the "new" executives that were springing
up in Southern California, land of the Birchers and Cults Disneyland
Plastic.

Leo McKern rode his simple plan to the top. He was now secure and deeply
entrenched throughout the state. He could expand at any time. For the time
being, he was content to travel the state, taking care of the business of
personnel.

The McKerns had a modern marriage, free and easy on the rules and morals.
Mona never asks him what he has done on his frequent trips and he never
asks her what she has done with her nights when he is away. In fact, they
don't have to ask. They tell one another. Leo is telling Mona of having
hired a new girl for a franchise outside of Bakersfield.

He sips on his Bloody Mary and continues.

"I'm going to get that little bitch and fuck her silly."

Mona chuckles. "All right, why tell me?"

Leo looks down at his wife on the floor. She is bored and turns back to
the comics. She hasn't seen or really heard about Carol Hunnicutt. She
assumes that she is just another of his conquests. Leo kept his finger in
the personnel end of the business as an outlet for his all-consuming
lechery and lust. Mona had been around a lot before she had met Leo, had
once run with a fast Las Vegas crowd. In all of her exercise she had never
met anyone or even heard of anyone like Leo McKern. A living fucking
machine, an endless insatiable prick ramming for more! She was glad when he
was diverted, giving her a chance for rest, for just being alone in comfort
or being alone with someone new. More and more, it was a looking forward to
someone "new" and "different".

They finally admitted to one another that their lives were far out by any
standards and Leo threw all caution to the wind and began inventing
circumstances that were wild and had some element of danger. The two of
them found their nights filled with long hours of ecstatic pleasure as they
dared one obscenity after another.

Soon, it was not enough to dare together. Others had to be involved. Leo
came home one night with a bundle of underground newspapers and the two of
them lay in bed reading the sex ads and deciding which ones to answer.

They picked a couple of similar background and age and answered an ad,
posing naked for Polaroid shots of each other and, hearts beating, they
mailed off an answer to a "swap ad" along with snapshots of their naked and
excited bodies.

The first time at a swap party had been an experience that changed Leo and
Mona's lives forever. Once they had swapped and rushed home to leap in bed
and tell each other about it while their hands roamed. They found their sex
life together all the more rich and lustful once they could admit
"swapping". Once they could tell each other all the little details and,
above all, once they could admit to enjoying sex with someone else, they
could never turn back.

Leo, with his audacious executive mind, decides be will form his own club,
that he and Mona will advertise for couples and select the ones that arouse
or interest them. They will keep the dub selective and strive to make it
utterly depraved.

It isn't long before he's arranging a club and completely refitting the
game room of their home in Beverly Hills. Leo has the ceiling done
completely in mirrors, giving the room the dizzying effect of being twice
as high as it really is. All four walls turned into movie screens and, by
the use of multi-projectors, he was able to film four separate movies at
the same time.

Their sex lives grew by degrees, each step with the thrill of knowing
there was no turning back, they went from swapping to outright orgies when
their mirrored playroom would show four separate hard core porno films
while Leo and Mona and their chosen friends lolled in lewdness as they
abandoned themselves to whatever whim of the moment.

As their sex lives grew, Leo became more selective, having some girls
scored for "good for one time only" to others he made a regular road-trip
kind of thing of on up to the top: admission to a select but swinging club
over which Leo ruled with a lustful abandon. His word was law until
somebody was man enough to challenge him. His word was anathema and no one
ever dared his bold plans.

Their club was a sybarites dream come true with every pleasure one could
want. The floor of their playroom was thickly carpeted and strewn with
pillows and low-slung couches where one could lie back and look up to see
themselves  and everyone else in the room  mirrored on the ceiling above.
There were times when Mona would look up at the ceiling and see naked
bodies writhing and see the mirrored movies of cunts and cocks and sucking
and fucking going on all around her and not be able to tell one from the
other!

Many times she watched herself in home movies made by Leo, movies in which
she had acted like a gleeful slut as Leo ordered her to do one obscenity
after another.

Time went by quickly and on an active level for the McKerns and they found
themselves bored with what they had at hand and more and more attracted to
that which was dangerous or classified as still forbidden fruit. It was Leo
who proposed to his club members that each couple had to recruit another
couple and had exactly thirty days in which to deliver. Failure to
introduce a new couple would result in expulsion from the club. Then he
turned around and announced that he and Mona would volunteer to bring the
first couple in. The sheer audacity of his rule and volunteering had made
the couples catch fire. It had been one of the best nights in a long time.

Even back then, Leo had his eye on Carol Hunnicutt. Leo was shrewd about
women, instinctively knowing just how far he could go with each one. Until 
Carol Hunnicutt came on the scene. He wanted badly to hire her the moment
he laid eyes on her. Tall, a willowy blonde with slim waist and big
breasts, she was slim of hip and sleek looking.

But it was her face that got to Leo. It was so beautiful the way fine
porcelain or china is beautiful and her cheekbones curved like ivory and
all her features were clear and precise the way good breeding shows on a
face and Leo was attracted and immediately wanted to get his hands on all
that fine good haughty breeding and actually watch it turn lewd and begging
under him. In no time, he would have her crawling on her hands and knees,
committing all kinds of obscenities.

It wasn't until a week later that he got out to Bakersfield and watched
Carol working at the store, sauntering from car to car, smiling, her hips
wiggling on a slow tantalizing way, her face glacial and respectful. She
cocks a cold eyebrow whenever a customer tries to get fresh, silencing them
with a frosty stare.

Leo had been watching her since he first saw her and hired her on the
spot. He carefully read over what her manager wrote of her in the monthly
reports. In no time at all, Carol was the top money earner of her store.
Leo sat many a time in his big black Imperial, quietly watching Carol as
she worked the cars, smiling, being polite and warm, bending over just
enough as she took the order, letting them get a good look at her cleavage.

Leo had, been watching Carol and knew that she was clever and smart and,
above all, ambitious. That, coupled with her good looks and divine form,
made her more desirable all the time. Leo decided that Carol and her
husband would be the couple he would recruit for the club on his own dare.
Thirty days from that meeting, he would deliver a virgin couple to the
club, a husband and wife who had never dreamed of swapping before!

And Carol Hunnicutt was the one Leo picked. The fact that he had never
seen her husband and knew nothing about him didn't bother him at all. A
check of company records told him his name was Robert. Leo chuckled.
Probably called Bob or Bobby, he thought. His occupation was selling
insurance. Leo shrugged. Bob or Robby or Robert Hunnicutt was no problem
and nothing to worry about.

In Bakersfield, one week after having told the club, I sat in the tiny
office of the local franchise and called in Carol Hunnicutt and watched her
sit down and sell-consciously cross her legs and give him a friendly but
remote smile. He grinned back at her. He was an attractive man in his own
coarse and vulgar way. Other girls warned her that he was known for making
a pass or telling a dirty joke. All sorts of stories were told about him.
Carol found herself wary of him, believing that he was a nice if somewhat 
flashy man to work for.

"It's Mrs. Hunnicutt, isn't it?" He asked with a grin that was near a
smirk.

"That's right," Carol answered with a firm smile. She tried to ignore his
eyes roaming slowly over her body. They sat in silence for what seemed an
interminable time until it seemed to Carol she must say something or a
blush would spread over her face. His gaze was so bold and brutal. There
was something fascinatingly honest about the man. She opened her mouth to
say something and Leo McKern spoke.

"I'm promoting you to the rank of manager, Mrs. Hunnicutt because of your
excellent record so far. Naturally your extra duties and responsibilities
will call for a hefty increase in salary and an over-ride on the business
done here."

Carol's mouth fell open. "What!?"

"Needless to say, that over-ride can triple your take home pay.
Congratulations, you've earned it by your attitude and sales. I wonder if
you and Mr. Hunnicutt, your husband, Bob, isn't it? I wonder if I might
take the two of you out to dinner tonight, in order to get to know the both
of you better?"

Dumbly, Carol nodded her head. She was too shocked and numb to feel
anything. All she could think of was how much the manager earned against
what she earned now and the figure took her breath away. She would be
earning more than Bob!

Leo had grinned back at her, knowing she had no idea what she was getting
into. It was going to be so easy for him, a little bit at a time, one
little concession leading to another. One little step after another that
would culminate with him fucking her silly while her own husband stood by
voluntarily and watched.

Leo grinned at her, his grin cool and hard and cocky as Carol let out a
gasp of astonishment and said, "I don't know how to thank you!" Leo grinned
and nodded.

CHAPTER TWO

It was a boring night for Leo but a necessary one. This was a night when
he sized the husband up and measured one against the other and generally 
learned a lot about the couple that would help later.

The evening told him that Bob was a young good-looking kid full of
ambition and a little nettled that his wife was now making more money than
he was. The two men chatted of business and insurance and the thought
entered Bob's mind of how nice it would be if he got to know a powerful man
like Leo McKern. It could lead to all sorts of business, Leo introducing
him as an expert. One man like Leo could land Bob a whole career!

Yet, he was his wife's employer and all he could do was politely answer
Leo's questions. To him, Leo seemed an aggressive man who contained a great
deal of his rage and energy and channeled it back in a gruff voice and a
blunt way.

Leo stayed over the next day and spent hours alone with Carol, lecturing
her on her new duties and trying, in every subtle way he could, to get
closer to Carol.

He got exactly nowhere. Carol was polite but aloof and he ended the day
frustrated. He spent an additional night alone in a motel room, brooding,
then sleeping and rising the next day to go to the job and quiz and lecture
Carol some more.

No matter how he probed and pried, Carol remained aloof and polite, an
edge coming in her voice whenever Leo got too risque in his language.

He found himself back at home with Mona, facing a weekend and getting
absolutely nowhere with young Carol Hunnicutt.

"Zero," he said to Mona, "Absolutely no reaction. Blank, zero, nothing.
Ziltch. I lose. That snooty bitch wiggles that hot little ass all over the
lot with every guy in the place watching from his car and I want to grab
that ass and absolutely zero!"

"Serves you right." Mona, on the floor, had bent over the comics and is
engrossed in reading Prince Valiant.

"Huh?" He gulps at his Bloody Mary and looked down at his wife. "Serves me
what?"

"Serves you right."

"For what?"

"For taking yourself so God damned seriously."

He grinned down at her. "Maybe. Maybe I'm a lot funnier than you think I
am. Maybe I got a plan which just flow comes to me." He grinned down at his
wife. "Yeah, maybe it just now comes to me. This Carol Hunnicutt has got a
very attractive husband."

"Mmmmmmmm?" Mona let her eyes narrow and her lips were wet as she smiled
up at her husband, suddenly interested in what he had to say. She held her
drink up and sipped at it, reading the message loud and clear in his eyes.
"Leo," Mona smiled at him demurely. "Let's take these drinks to the
bedroom, shall we?"

"Why you little whore!" Leo smiled, following behind her down the hallway.
"You're about the most selfish thing alive. You always come first. I
mention an attractive man and you right away get excited. Listen, I
couldn't get anywhere with that bitch!"

"I don't see you lagging far behind love," Mona cooed, turning just inside
the door and peeling her robe from her body seductively and dropping it to
her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not."

"Let's not get too hasty now," Leo replied quickly, his face flushing
slightly as his eyes locked on his wife's full well-tanned body. "I think
we can work something out. It's been a long non-productive weekend for me."

Mona smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the
room before she walked softly to the huge double-king sized bed and lay
down full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion
position. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a seductive
smile playing across her lips! Leo's breath sucked in slightly from the
sudden excitement of the pose she had taken.

Damn, he thought, there's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the
millionth time in their eight years of marriage, played over full well
rounded curves and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the
sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours
stretched out in anticipation before him.

They stopped for a moment on the high round breasts that were set so
closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between
their magnificent firmness. He never failed to marvel at how they kept
their shape at all times, in spite of their size.

He had seen Mona and took one look and a few months later he had shed his
second wife with a divorce and the two of them had been together ever
since. Nothing had changed since then and he still marveled at her each and
every time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a 
thirty-one year old and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused
silently to himself, he would never have to step out of the house. She was
enough for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded,
ivory-sheened lips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually
rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly
through the soft curling pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness
of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim light seeping through the
curtains.

"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and
get naked," His wife teased him, fully aware of the effect the licentious
position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into
the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd
exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing
expressions flickering across his lips.

"You little prick-tease," Leo growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile of
trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, if
then."

He handed her the Bloody Mary and set his own on the table by the bed,
pulling at the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to
fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap.
He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her naked
form, spread waiting on the bed. His long thick penis stood out rigid
beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Mona had risen to one elbow to
take a long sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his
hardness.

"Mmmmmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from
her lips. "That didn't take long."

"No Ma'am. Old Daddy is ripe and ready right now. Open up wide honey,
spread those long lovely legs of yours, I'm coming in fast." He grinned
down at her taking the glass from her hand.

"Wait just one minute!" Mona said in a mocking tone as she rolled out of
the way of his leap onto the bed. "You were going to tell me a bit about
that blonde and her attractive husband and what you were going to do to
her!" She gently fought her husband off, pleading, "Please, you know how it
fires me up."

"Oh baby, come one," Leo good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and
they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed
before the action began.

"Nope. No dory, no nookie," she said, squirming seductively just out of
arm's reach across the bed.

"OK, OK, if that's the way you want it. I'll tell you how you're going to
get your share too. Is that a deal?"

"Is it a deal!" She smiled wantonly, moving closer to him and stretching
the full length of her body tightly against him. "It's the best part of the
deal!"

"Well, it just might take you awhile to recover from what you're going to
get in a second so I'll wait a few days to put it into effect."

"Don't you worry about me." His wife nuzzled against his ear. "You can
bring him on this afternoon after I've taken care of you if you like. You
never could last long enough to make me yell 'uncle'."

"We'll see about that later." He grinned over at her, taking her hand and
pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding penis. She began to
stroke then massage it, rubbing the softness of his foreskin back and forth
and then slipping her hand to his balls cradling softness in her palm. Leo
groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles
and penis.

"DO you want to hear the story or not?" he sputtered as she gave a gentle
squeeze that sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmmmmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime."

"Well," Leo ground his teeth again and began. "I couldn't get anywhere
with her. Up to a point, she's okay, beyond that she switches off. So, the
way to get to her is through him. If we can get him in a position where he
has to go along with it then we've got it made."

"And just how do you propose to do that?" his wife asked softly,
continuing the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the length
of his rod.

"That's going to be your job. Carol, his wife, is going to be away at his
mother's for a few days starting tomorrow and I thought we might get him
out for dinner and a few drinks and let you go to work on him. I can work
out an excuse to get lost so he won't suspect anything and you can take it
from there. Show him the playpen downstairs, that always works."

"Mmmmmmmm, I like. Gives inc a chance to show off my talents-and satisfy
my maternal instincts all at the same time. You say he's young, huh?"

"About twenty four or five."

"And I like them young," she crooned gently. "Darling, for this you get a
reward while you tell all about both of them."

His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her tongue and
lips slowly across the flabbiness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched
lightly against his cock that reached yearningly up to the ceiling.
Suddenly she was hovering on all fours with her face poised just above his
prick until he could feel the hot air from her breath blowing close against
it.

"Co on with the story, darling," she cooed seductively, "I'm waiting."

"And," Leo swallowed deeply as his wife hunched on all fours over his
loins, stroking his hardness first with one hand and then between both of
them at the same time. "You'll get him in the sack with you 
aaaaaaaaahhhhh."

He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm
moistness of her open lips closed over the sensitive throbbing head of his
cock.

"And  ohh  he'll be throwing it to you  ooohhh," he moaned again,
reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the
rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the
pillow to watch her sensuously contorted face. It made the sensation that
much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his own cock buried
deep up between her widely ovaled lips.

"Co-wa on-wa," she mumbled around his plunging prick, struggling to get
the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue
around the moist stickiness of the pungent and blood-Inflated head.

"Fuck it, you can wait to hear the Goddamn story," Leo growled as she
began to suck a little harder. "You just suck sweet and nice, baby and
Daddy will tell you about it later."

He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a
better profile look at his wife's face as his hardening shaft began to
slide rhythmically in and out of her roundly ovaled mouth. The very sight
of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until, in the
mirror, it looked as though he were burying the full length of it all the
way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard
thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and 
glistening protruding thickly from between her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was making the
head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He
watched, hypnotized in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being
pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his prick as she sucked
hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her
breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust
inciting picture presented to him in the glass.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth,
dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment
that it was Carol Hunnicutt in tight shorts. Goddamn, he'd like to have her
like this, ramming it deep into her proud little mouth. By God; he'd shove
it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot
sperm all the way down her throat and into that white tight little belly of
hers until it burst up out of her tits!

"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved below, her body
beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming all over her
skin. He felt like urinating as he felt the pressure growing in his balls.
He knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with lead
and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that, when it
went, blew, would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved
his loins hard up against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went
unheeded in his quest for the final end of this torture that was building,
building, building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin
deep in his balls and race steam like the length of his plunging cock. He
gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as if being torn and twisted
by fire.

His prick began a sudden wild stattaco jerking that flooded without
warning his wife's wildly sucking mouth with gust after gust of the
white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt
until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his
thrusting loins.

"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands
tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cock farther and
farther down her ravished throat. She went on sucking wildly as he
continued shooting his heavily flowing semen deep, deep into her mouth.

With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his sperm
into her lips but she went on nibbling gently for long moments afterwards,
sucking every last drop from the excitedly spurting penis.

Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Leo threw his arms
out in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay
for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp
useless penis in front of her and then she began crawling up over his belly
and kissed him hard on the lips, still filled with her own hot passion.

"What happened to my story, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him
with the slight sparkle of triumph in her eyes.

"Why you little bitch, you had that planned all along, didn't you?" Leo
half growled, half groaned. "Imagine picking on a man ten-years older than
you."

"You'll have your chance to get even, dear, I'll see to that in a few
minutes. Now tell me the happy ending about how you'll talk Mr. Attractive
Husband of Hunnicutt  or is it honey cunt?" Mona laughed mischievously.

"Simple, love, the lad is in the insurance business and my places and help
needs all kinds of insurance. Once I make it clear to him why I want to see
him, once I throw a few figures around and he gets those in ibis mind and
quickly figures his commission and what his future could be he'll come
panting for a chance. No starving little insurance man can turn down a
chance like this, can he?"

"My are you ever the clever one," his wife teased as she reached her hand
down and felt him hardening again. "And, an insatiable old bastard, too,"
she grinned, feeling the moisture rising between her thighs. She knew it
was going to be a long delicious night and she smiled to her self inwardly,
in anticipation.

CHAPTER THREE

Carol Hunnicutt hummed softly to herself as she sat at her vanity table,
brushing her hair an even one hundred tunes on both sides. It was something
that she had done since childhood, something that her mother had insisted
on and scolded her into doing. Now it was a life-long habit and she was
glad. It paid off. Her long hair was soft and glowing with life.

She took a last critical look at her hajj and, satisfied, she began
applying makeup. It only took a minute, because she didn't use much. She
didn't have to; her beauty and youth were abounding. Just a touch of
natural colored lipstick that added a slight flesh color to her already
full sensuous ups, and a quick line of eye make-up, that did nothing more
than accentuate slightly their light hazel beauty.

Cocking her head to one side, she surveyed the results of her work in a
cool regal way. She liked it and, in spite of her inbred modesty, she had
to admit to herself that she was a very pretty girl. Very attractive by any
standards, modern or classical. She must be, she thought, smiling at her
image, she had landed Bob for a husband and just gotten herself a fat raise
on her new job down at the drive-in.

A frown crossed her pretty face. She was now earning more than Bob was and
she knew this worried him. Last night, in bed, she knew he wasn't asleep
and she rolled over and said, "Honey? Don't worry, when you sell a policy
and get a commission, you'll be earning tons more than me."

Bob had groaned and said, disgustedly, "Why bring that up at this hour?"

Although Carol would never admit it, all wasn't right or happy in their
young marriage; undercurrents were always flowing around the two of them.
Bob resented her working at the drive-in in the first place. Even Carol
wasn't happy over the skimpy little costume she had to wear but the money
was so good and the hours were fine.

In fact, although she would never admit it to Bob, she liked the work.
There were times, when she got into the swing of things, when she began to
feel the pitch and rhythm of the place itself, when she could feel herself
moving in a pace that was unison with all around her, she enjoyed it. She
laughed with the young men in the cars and spun on her heel, and, buttocks
switching fairly twitching, she would hustle away with a full order. There
were times when she was busy and the hours fairly flew and she would stop,
amazed, that her shift was over so soon. She found, at tunes like these
when she felt the restless hum of the nearby freeway and of all the people
who drove up for the rest and food and light and warmth and someone to talk
to in the middle of a Los Angeles night, that she could handle any remark
made. She ignored those that she didn't like and reacted to those she liked
with a stunning sunny smile.

There were times when Bob would arrive and wait to take her home and he
would sit, handsome and slumped in his car and watch his wife dance around
the cars, ducking her head to talk, wiggling her buttocks as she yakked and
he would feel his penis swell with an aching longing and that night, when
he drove her home, he would literally force her to bed and she would allow
him to get on top of her and, in no time, it would all be over.

Carol was worried about sex with Bob. He was so gentle and understanding
in other things, yet so coarse and crude when it came to sex. It wasn't
enough that she had to show her body off eight hours a clay at the
drive-in, when she got home and got into bed, she was treated like some 
kind of slut or whore by Bob who made smutty remarks and suggested-hinted
at lewd things.

Carol's upbringing had been conservative and she somehow found herself
stuck with the notion that a man should be gentle with the woman that he
loves, that he should treat her tenderly and with care, that he should
treat the woman he loved differently from any other woman he might have
loved. He was to treat her with a tender care and not expect her to do
things that a common whore would do.

A shudder ran through Carol's body. The thought provoked all sorts of
thoughts in her mind; thoughts that she didn't like, for, if she dwelled on
them too long she found her body full of all sorts of uncomfortable
excitements and emotions and she would get a giddy feeling as her hands
whispered over her lovely body and she wondered what would happen if she
just relaxed and let herself go off to drift anywhere?

Those kinds of thoughts played about in her mind often and much more than
she would like to admit  like when striding across the lot and knowing men
were watching her almost naked buttocks swaying teasingly behind her.

Her job! She bit her lip and looked at the clock. She got up and dressed
hurriedly, pausing to look at herself in a full length mirror then turning
to and fro, examining her stunning curved figure from every conceivable
angle, then satisfied, she runs from their tiny apartment and gets into
their second car, a battered Volks and speeds off to work. Today, she is
going to meet with the outgoing manager, Patti Goodrum.

She was worried about meeting with Patti, worried about what kind of image
she would present. Deeper, on a human level, she was worried about Patti as
another human being. She hadn't been a bad manager, just missing a lot
lately. Patti seemed nervous and preoccupied and it was whispered around
that she was drinking on the job.

Carol liked Patti who was just a little over thirty and, when she saw her
face to face in the tiny office in the back of the drive-in, she looked
every day of thirty and more. Her skin seemed dry and ready to wrinkle. Her
look was haggard and there were circles under her eyes.

As they sat, Patti fingered a Dixie cup, a paper cup before bringing it to
her mouth in a swift desperate movement and gulping the fluid down. She
smiled a ravaged smile at Carol. "Little eye opener. As in 'hair of'. How
about a little? Just one to celebrate taking over as a manager?"

Carol smiled but shook her head curtly. "No thanks, I never drink before
evening."

"How about just one to celebrate my promotion way out yonder?"

Patti had been given what was called a "promotion". She was kicked
upstairs to what was called district supervisor whose duties were vague and
extensive, causing her to travel a lot simply, it seemed, to put in an
appearance. Her powers were next to nothing. She was to report, by mail,
once a month, to Leo. Her salary was small but there was travel expenses
and the vague promise of an over-ride should business warrant it.

Everyone knew it was Leo's way of getting rid of unwanted help. The
average supervisor hung on for three months before quitting to go to some
other job. Leo just gradually eased people out of the company rather than
fire them outright.

It frightened Carol how easily Patti was being moved along how heartlessly
she was being put out to pasture. Patti was still young and very attractive
with a good figure and cute face framed by bangs. Now here she was sitting
across from Carol with her face looking wretched from too many nights of
drinking.

Her eyes had that flat, glazed, self-acceptance look. "Have a drink," she
urged. "I'm supposed to train you, tell you all about the job. Have a
drink."

"No thank you," Carol demurred again.

"You'd better," Patti urged, "Because of what I'm going to tell you."

"Oh?" Carol lifted an eyebrow.

"The thing you have to look out for more than anything else is not
dishonest employees, nor the day's take or how the girls are getting on. No
sir. The thing you have to worry about can be summed up in one word. Leo
McKern. That son-of-a-bitch!"

Carol sat stunned, not knowing what to think. Never had she heard an
employee speak so venomously about an employer. She didn't know what to
say. She shrugged finally and managed, "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way."

"You mark my words," Patti said, leveling a trembling finger. "Leo McKern
will get you in bed!"

Carol drew herself up. Drunk or sober, Patti had no right to talk this way
or even think that she, Carol, was such a person. "I hardly think you've
the right to say a thing like that."

Patti chuckled and Carol could see, to her embarrassment, that Patti was
far more drunk than she realized. A sudden sense of shame and urgency swept
over her. She was embarrassed for Patti  all the girls would see her this
way and wondered how she could help her to her car.

"I felt the same way," Patti went on nodding and chuckling before there
was a choke in her throat, "That was, I felt that way until I became Leo's
mistress!" She glared at Carol, looking at her with haunted and hate filled
eyes. "Hear me? I was Leo's girl! I shacked up with him whenever he came to
town. I'd do anything he'd say." Patti was looking off, her vision drifting
and she talked more to herself than to anyone in particular. It was, for a
moment, as if Carol wasn't even in the room.

"I was his girl. I knew he was married. Everybody knew he brought his wife
through in that big Imperial. I knew and I didn't care and I lived for the
weekends he'd be in town and we'd be alone in bed together. I knew he had a
wife and probably other women like me at every drive-in. I didn't care!
When he was balling me I didn't care. And then, then." Patti's face was a
sudden mask of tragedy and she fought back tears. "Then he stopped coming
around. Oh, he'd be in town but he just wasn't available." Patti made an
effort to pull herself together. She smiled at Carol and saluted her with
the cup. "So I took to drink to numb everything out. Everything gets a
little blurry and begins to fade out. Carol, baby, I've watched you and let
me tell you, beware of Leo McKern. I'm warning you. He'll have you doing
all the obscene things you've never even dreamed of in no time at all."

There was a silence between the girls. Carol didn't like hearing that
Patti had done things which she considered obscene nor did Patti like
admitting she had sunken low enough to do such things. The air in the
office could be cut with a knife.

Carol sat still. Was some warning voice far off calling out to her? Was
some ancient instinct telling her to get the hell out of there? She had no
reason in the world for believing a word of what Patti said. Yet, something
in her said beware. Something else in her also thought of the possibility
of all that pay increase and the fact that Patti was feeling sorry for
herself, was drinking too much and was on her way out. All of those things
had to be considered.

It didn't follow in her mind that she would have an affair with Leo. She
was, after all, newly married. With a laugh and a smile, she turned Patti's
attention toward the details of being a manager. She found that Patti was
surprisingly good at her job, knowing it well and being able to tell her of
all the pitfalls: "Don't get too friendly with the girls, don't get too
involved in their problems. If you do, you tend to lose your perspective 
and find yourself unable to help the person involved or even do your own
job. It seems," said Patti with a sad loose smile, "Every girl who works
here has problems and they all have a way of working themselves out."

"Thanks for all the advice."

"Well, that's it, kiddo." Patti got up, balancing her paper cup none too
steadily and wobbled a smile as she gestured, "the place is all yours. The
job is all yours. The desk is all yours. Co ahead, sit in it."

"I intend to," carol said, fending off Patti and wishing she would leave.
Patti had been helpful but she didn't like to see people drinking during
the day and she felt that Patti was so unhappy that there was nothing she
could do to help. She had a new job to conquered, as Patti herself said,
problems had a way of taking care of themselves.

"Go on, sit," Patti said drunkenly, "I wanna see you!"

Carol smiled and giggled. There was nothing to do but go and sit for
Patti. She did it, feeling self-conscious and awkward, feeling Patti was
being just a little too masochistic. "There," she said, wiggling into the
seat, "How do I look?"

Patti stared at her seriously and it seemed as if some sobriety came over
her. "You look just right. Perfect. You look like you belong." She stared,
her face dark and she swayed a bit, putting out a hand to steady herself.
"Just be sure you don't belong to Mr. Leo McKern, that he doesn't get into
your pants and have you doing tricks before you realize it." She spoke in
slow and measured tones and for a moment Carol felt that maybe her
drunkenness was just an act, a shield, from which she could say shocking
and disgusting things.

Her aloofness came over her as she said, "I don't think that'll be
involved here. Mr. McKern and I have a strictly business relationship."

Patti smiled a slow sad cynical smile and, for the first time, Carol
noticed that Patti wore a wedding ring! "It was that way too with me and
Leo, at first," she said. She pointed a finger and said, "Fair enough
warning. I can tell you're a smart cookie but Leo is awfully smart. And
treacherous. Watch him!"

Patti picked up her attache case and left. Carol sat thinking about what
she had said. Patti was just a year or two older than Carol yet her face
was hardened and lines were beginning to show. Was it the work? Was it the
work that drove her to the booze? Or, was it a combination of work and Leo
McKern. Was what Patti had to say the truth? Did she really have to watch 
out for Leo McKern?

She sat thinking conflicting emotions going through her body. She was
still feeling the thrill and rush of the new job and couldn't help thinking
what it would do for her married life. She and Bob would be able to afford
things and they could plan more of a future than before. As far as Leo
himself was concerned he had never been anything but a rough-hewn kind of
gentleman interested in her married life.

Yet he did have a disconcerting grin. It was, like a steel band across his
face and sometimes she got the uneasy feeling that he was mocking her. And
his eyes. He seemed to look right into your soul and undress you with an
aloof and ironic twinkle.

Carol shook her head and got to work, to the business of managing the
drive-in. She would have to handle each problem as it came.

CHAPTER FOUR

Bob Hunnicutt answered the phone in his easy, well-modulated voice he used
when calling up prospective clients, "Hello, Bob Hunnicutt speaking."

"Mr. Hunnicutt?" a deep masculine voice asked that Bob recognized at once
as the voice of Leo McKern, a voice with always just the hint of a growl in
it. "Bob? Say, this is Leo McKern, Carol's employer and I was just
happening through town with my wife and I stopped by at the drive-in hoping
she might be working this weekend."

"No, this is her weekend off."

"I just found that out. Tell me, I wonder if I might have a word with
Carol?" His voice oozed confidence and a kind of solid feeling of money to
Bob's ear. Bob stayed poised and cool as he said, "I'm afraid that's
impossible. Carol's mother is very ill and Carol is spending some of the
weekend with her," Bob explained, trying to keep his voice non-committal.
Carol's mother was always falling ill and Carol was always on the phone
with her or over there, taking care of her, reading to her or feeding her
broth. It was one of the many things Bob did not like about his marriage.
Although they were an attractive couple in public, he felt there were many
incomplete and frayed ends to their marriage and he resented them: like
Carol's mother.

"Oh?" Leo said on the other end and Bob could just see him raising his
eyebrows.

"I don't mind really because I've got a big presentation coming up Monday
and I want this weekend to prepare myself for it."

"That's right, you're in real estate," Leo growled through the phone.

"Actually, it's insurance," Bob corrected him without an effort.

"No kidding?"

"All kinds. I'm with one of the finest brokerage houses in the west."

"How about that? Listen, I just had a fight this afternoon with ray
insurance man in Fresno. See, I used to be partners and this insurance guy
was a friend of my partner. Anyway, I got a lot of questions about
insurance maybe you'd answer for me. I'd make it worth your while."

Bob took his time grinding his cigarette out in the ashtray as a vein in
his forehead throbbed hard and he fought to keep his voice from shaking!
Quickly, he realized he was in a position he had heard about and dreamed
about but never really believed would come true: the big chance confronting
him. Landing an account like Leo McKern could be the making of any house
and the career for the agent. He looked at his watch and it was a blur and
it took all of his self-control to sound calm as he said, "Oh, I could meet
you, later this evening."

"Could ya?" Leo sounded pleased. "What time?"

"Oh, after dinner, about eight, eight thirty." Dinner? He knew that he
wouldn't be able to eat any dinner, that he would throw up from excitement,
that he would sit around biting his nails until the appointed hour then
he'd go meet Leo McKern ready to scream.

"Fine," Leo said, "Me and Mona are staying at the local Holiday Inn. Why
don't you come down and call at the desk?"

"Fine," Bob said with a fine film of perspiration forming on his forehead
and upper lip. "I'll be there around eight or eight thirty." And he hung up
and took a deep breath and held it. Could it be, before the night was
through, could it be that he was going to be like some of the stories he
had heard about and read about in the company magazine? Was he going to be
an overnight success? If he could get all the insurance on the Leo McKern
empire, he Bob Hunnicutt, would have it made at the brokerage. He'd have an
office of his own, an important account and a commission big enough to
choke a bull. His mind ran excitedly over the fire and theft insurance,
over the liability insurance and over the fat premiums for group health and
accident insurance. He savored the premium on the group life insurance and
he wondered just how many key men were insured and just how much insurance
the great Mr. Leo McKern himself carried?

It was a golden opportunity, the chance of a lifetime and Bob was grateful
that he had the brains to recognize it for what it was worth and he bit his
knuckles in anxiety, hoping he was up to the test. Leo was giving him a
classic opening and he would have to develop it from there.

Bob broke into frantic activity, showering and dressing, selecting his
clothes carefully, frantically trying to find where Carol kept his ironed
shirts, getting completely dressed and standing in front of a mirror he
decides he must shower again.

His mind runs hysterically over figures and he trembles, realizing how
much money he can make if he plays his cards right. Thank God, for once,
that Carol was away. For once, that mother-in-law of his did something
right. With Carol out of the way, he could concentrate and wouldn't it be
something to show her when she came home, a signed application from Leo
McKern!

He soaped himself in the shower and fought for control. He was going to
have to feel McKern out, to win his confidence. He was going to have to be
cool and levelheaded. Above all, he must act the part of a young account
executive and be levelheaded. He must give Leo McKern the idea that he was
used to dealing in big numbers.

Getting dressed, he looked in the mirror and said, "Who am I kidding? My
wife works for him. I'm such a success, why is my wife working for him?"

And he felt frightened ad paced the floor and wondered if he wasn't in way
over his head and he found himself taking off his clothes and stepping into
the shower for the third time, calming down, telling himself as he put the
aftershave lotion that after all, the man had asked for information. He
would be polite and give him all the information he could.

He stepped out of the shower, dried, dressed, inspected his image
carefully in a full length mirror and was satisfied and glanced at his
watch to see that it was only seven thirty and the minutes were dragging
by.

He forced himself to sit and smoke a cigarette and think of something
else. He thought of Carol and of their marriage and how, if he got even
one-fourth of Leo's account, how different their marriage would be.

Bob was making the sad mistake of thinking that money was going to change 
their marriage. If the truth were to be known, all was not well in the
Hunnicutt household. In public they appeared as the almost ideal couple,
laughing interesting and attractive: a young couple going places.

Yet, at home, in bed, all was not right. Bob got very aggressive whenever
he drank and was crude and rough. Carol had grown up with the notion that a
man was crude toward women he didn't respect and gentle and considerate
toward the woman, the one woman that he loved.

Carol never was too clear to Bob exactly what she did want from Bob. What
it always seemed to boil down to was an awkward climbing on top of her with
the lights out and Bob out of his mind with desire and almost groaning with
the pent-up desire tensing his muscles until they were rock hard.

In fact, from Bob's viewpoint, the marriage was far from what he had
thought marriage should be. He didn't like the way Carol out-earned him and
he didn't like the skimpy costume his wife had to wear at work and he
didn't like the idea of other men leering at his wife's figure and making
leading remarks.

If Bob could be honest enough with himself, he would admit that watching
his wife serving men in their cars only made him hot as hell, particularly
when he knew they were flirting with Carol. That night, in bed, his desire
would get the best of him and he would go too far and Carol would freeze
up. "Bob, don't, it isn't nice to do things like that."

And he would fall away, groaning. No, in truth, marriage was far from what
he expected. The insurance business wasn't what it was cracked up to be. It
seemed that everybody had a cousin or relative or friend in the business
and he hated having his wife out-earn him. There were some weeks when she
out-earned him in tips. But now, tonight, all that might change!

Nervously, he looked at his watch and saw, with a sigh, that he had plenty
of time. He lighted a cigarette and looked down at the ashtray, astonished
to see that he had been chain smoking. He thought about eating but found he
was too nervous to eat anything, all his appetite vanishing. He decided
against having a drink on the basis that he wanted to be clear headed and
have his wits about him. Too many drinks and he would be zonked and apt to
say anything that came into his head. He had to be cool and careful.

Even though it was early, he drove to the Holiday Inn and parked in the
parking lot, sitting in his car and smoking a cigarette as he glanced at
his watch. It was still too early and one last cigarette could help to calm
his nerves.

He thought that he was glad, in a way, that Carol was at her mothers. 
There were times when he resented Carol. She was cool and efficient and
kept the apartment spotless, but she was all for Carol. Now she was with
her mother being a terribly efficient good little girl. He could just see
her smug face dissolve in astonishment when she came home and Bob threw
bombs at her.

A long look at his watch and one long last drag on the cigarette before
crushing it out and getting out of his car and walking across the lobby
under the California stars, breathing in the cool air and straightening out
his jacket. He was a trifle early yet felt he could stall in the lobby long
enough and the fact that he was right on time, punctual, couldn't operate
against him.

At precisely eight o'clock by the sweeping second hand, he was picking up
the house phone and asking for Mr. Leo McKern.

"Halo? That you Bob?" The voice almost rasped in his ear and Bob could
tell a few things from the tone in his voice. First of all, he had been
having drinks; there was a slur and loud casualness that Bob detected from
having cocktails with many a client. Also, there was music in the
background.

"Yes, it's Bob Hunnicutt, sir."

"Come on up."

The ride up in the elevator and the walk down the ball with the Muzak
playing all the time, seemed to take forever until he found himself ringing
the doorbell of the room and have the door fly open and the huge shoulder
hunched form of Leo McKern filled it. "What's this 'sir' stuff?" he
bellowed, jugging a drink and cigar from one hand to the other and holding
out his right band like a catcher's mitt and giving Bob a bone-breaking
grip. "The name's Leo to everybody, get it?"

Bob tried not to wince and he smiled, liking Leo even if he did come on a
little too strong. There are men like that, men that took life in large
gulps and Leo was one of them. "Right, Leo," he said as he tried to grip
back as they shook hands.

Leo laughed, the laughter rumbling up from his chest and he threw a big
arm around Bob's shoulders as he stepped aside and drew Bob into the room,
waving toward the couch with his glass and cigar. "Wantcha to meet my wife,
Mona. Mona, this is Bob Hunnicutt. He's married to my local manager." Leo
gives his wife a broad wink that makes her laugh. "You know, the one I told
you about."

Bob felt as if his face was flushing a bright red as he looked at Mrs. Leo
McKern on the couch. It was almost as if she were posed. She sat with her
arms spread carelessly along the back, allowing her breasts to thrust out.
And it was her breasts that Bob couldn't take his eyes from. She was
wearing a red dress of some clinging material and it was plain to see that
she wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress! Her nipples were only too
clearly out-lined by the snug material that seemed too thin.

Bob took in a breath and looked into the pale violet eyes of Mona McKern
and stammered, "How do you do?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Bob," Mona purred with her eyelids drooping in a
giddy, seductive way.

Leo looked at the two of them eyeing one another, his arm still around Bob
and said, "Don't mind Mona, she's such a camp, always coming on strong.
Have a seat and what will you have to drink?"

Bob found himself behaving like a robot, stumbling into a seat and saying,
"What? Hub? Oh, I'll have a Scotch," as he noticed that Mona was sitting
with her legs curled underneath her and that her knees were exposed along
with a long swoop of her thigh. Her knees looked good, bent that way. He
sat back and smiled at Mona as Leo turned his back to the bar and he
allowed his eyes to take in her body as she sat posed, never moving,
seeming to say, here I am, look all you want. She smiled at him slowly and
Bob felt a jerk in his pants thinking that he never had seen a woman smile
more brazenly than that before. She shifted her hip and said, "It's a
pleasure to meet you, Bob."

Bob crossed his legs carefully against the painful and embarrassing
swelling he felt in his penis. Mona's lovely breasts jutted out and were
firm and seemed to have a thrust to them rare in a woman her age. Her face
was framed by jet black hair and there was a giddy, I surrender look in her
eye. Sex exuded from every pore. Bob looked at her knowing he had seen
women like her before. Years ago, when he was a second lieutenant in the
army, while on leave in Japan, with fellow officers, he had gone to the
fanciest whorehouse in Japan and spent a months pay. While in that
whorehouse, he had seen a Eurasian prostitute that was exactly like Mona.
She was the star of the house and she acted like she knew it.

So it was with Mona. She knew her breasts were exposed, pressed as they
were against the thin material of her dress. What's more, they were cut
low, allowing plenty of firm deep cleavage to billow and thrust out.

She moved to get herself a drink and her breasts shook and the dress
seemed only to be caressing her skin rather than concealing it. Mona McKern
had a sensuous white skin with high cheekbones and jet black hair. She had
the striking, daring kind of good looks that it takes to be a top model
which is what she was before she met and married Leo McKern.

She sat, teasing puffs under her eyes, hinting at nights of dissipation.
She sat, obviously flirting with Bob behind her husband's back as he mixed
the drink and Bob couldn't think of anything to say.

"Here," Leo bellowed, turning and thrusting a drink at Bob. "Scotch. The
best. Scotch and soda. Mona, turn that damn radio down or off, please."

Mona obliged, languidly swinging a leg as she leaned to turn off the radio
while looking at Bob with her eyelids lowered.

Leo sat in a chair and took in his wife's behavior with narrowed eyes.
"Okay, Mona, that's enough. God, get a few drinks in her and she's climbing
the walls. Mona, baby, go in the next room so me and Mr. Hunnicutt can
talk."

"It's Hunnicutt," Bob corrected, smiling at Mona, "please call me Bob."

"Okay, Bob," Mona said, pronouncing the word Bob like she was tasting
something juicy and good.

She got from the couch slowly, languidly, flowing off it and showing her
ample and curved buttocks as the material of her dress clung to her rounded
cheeks and Leo, laughing, lunged and slapped his wife on the buttocks and
Bob heard the firm wet smack that sounded warm and naked, like she didn't
have underwear on under the dress.

"Go on, get out of here while I talk business." The two men watching her
walk as her hips rose and fell and her buttocks wiggled free under the
dress and she looked over her shoulder and gave Bob a brazen smile before
she blew a kiss with her soft pulpy ups to her husband 4x1 disappeared into
the bedroom.

After she left the room it was as if both the men could let their breath
go and Leo could laugh, changing the torrid mood of the moment. "We've been
partying it up. So seldom the two of us can get away together so I guess
we've been clowning around a little. She didn't offend you did she?"

"Huh? Oh no!" Bob hastened to assure him.

"She was just kidding around. You get to know her and you know she's just
clowning around. It's nothing, really."

Bob smiled and reassured Leo that his wife's actions were nothing, hinting
that things like that happened to him all the time. He crossed his legs
lighter against the thickening of his prick and tried hard to concentrate.
"Now, Mr. McKern"

"Leo!"

"Right. Now, Leo, you said you were having some problems with your
insurance?"

Leo McKern put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward and began
talking. He talked in a clear low rough voice and as he talked, Bob found
himself listening close. This was no loudmouth who had too much to drink,
this was a clear cold executive reeling off facts and figures like a
computer. In a few minutes as Leo talked on, Bob had forgotten about Mona
in the next room and was concentrating all of his attention to what Leo was
saying.

What Leo was saying was staggering. He was clearly and coldly outlining
the insurance needs and services of his financial empire. He knew down to
the last dollar just how much he was paying in premiums each year. He knew
exactly what he was covered for.

Before Bob knew it, he was copying down figures and the two of them had
loosened their ties and were deep into the discussion of insurance and Leo
McKern was amazing Bob with his knowledge of the insurance industry. His
insights were keen and it was obvious he had taken time to study the
subject. In fact, the more Bob knew of Leo, the more he found a begrudging
honesty and admiration growing for Leo.

He liked Leo despite his habits and ways: Leo was big and careless with
his speech and his manners weren't all they could be and he was obviously a
man who had taught himself; a self-made crude type, the type generally seen
and succeeding around trucking firms. In fact, Leo started as a trucker and
find his imagination and energies sending him off in other directions. Now
he was the president and manager of a large corporation with holdings in
quite a few things and he dressed with the expensive taste of an executive
but he didn't talk or act like one.

Still, Bob was smart enough to recognize a good mind when he saw one, no
matter how ungrammatical it sounded. In fact, it was Leo who changed the
whole tone of their talk and established what was to become a friendship by
being brutally frank.

He interrupted Bob who was citing figures and companies by putting his
hand on his knee, slapping him and saying, his eyes level and ironic, 
"Really Bob, when you get right down to it, I could get the same deal
you're offering me from thousands of agents. In fact, in L.A.. where I have
my offices, my secretary has a standing order to turn away any and all
insurance agents. She gets as many as three a day." He leaned closer, his
voice dropping down into a thick burr. "Agents, salesmen, are a dime a
dozen. You got a cousin who's a lunkhead, you make, him an insurance
salesman. Hell, I can get figures from you as well as anybody else, get me?
I mean, really, I just don't like my insurance salesman."

Leo McKern leaned back in his chair and drank from his glass, his eyes
watching Bob with a mischievous glint in them.

Bob smiled back, trying to look professional. "We can offer you service."

Leo waved a hand. "Bull. I could get on that phone and in ten minutes I
could have agents up here telling me they could give me service."

Bob nodded. Leo was right. His eyes narrowed. What did he want?

"We are on call twenty-four hours a day," he ventured, thinking that might
help.

Leo's stomach jerked as he laughed at that one. "The size client I am, the
money I pay, you damn well better be available twenty-four hours a day
three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Hell, Bob, don't give me that, I
can get that kind of treatment from dozens of 'companies'." Leo pointed a
finger. "What have you got that nobody else has? Why should I go with your
house? What are you offering to do for me?"

At that moment, Mona sauntered into view and stood behind Leo's chair,
leaning against the wall, one fist on her hip that jutted out. Slowly, with
a lewd brazen quality, she let the tip of her tongue lick slowly around her
luscious lips, wetting them, her eyes never leaving Bob's face. He could
see through her dress, her lovely long thighs dark silhouettes from the
light behind her.

"What he is looking for," Mona said, slouching around and ruffling her
husband's hair as she showed her white teeth, "Is somebody he can trust,
somebody who levels with him." Mona sat on the edge of the chair next to
her husband and said, "Now, what have you got to offer that no other agent
has?"

Bob looked at the two of them. Something was going on between the two of
them, something more than he knew. He sensed he was being tested but he
wasn't sure for what. Sex had to have something to do with it, it was in
every look Mona gave him. How, he wondered did Leo put up with it? The 
whites of his knuckles showed as he gripped the arm of his chair and he
decided to risk everything. "Actually, there isn't a damn thing I can do
for Leo that any other guy with a license can't do."

The two of them exchanged a long look that broke into a pleasant smile.
Leo turned to Bob. "Good for you, you've got guts enough to admit it.
You're my kind of man!"

Bob was thunderstruck. He had gambled, trusted the truth and had won. He
couldn't quite catch his breath or believe himself. He had risked
everything and won! Leo was up and swatting him on the back and Mona was
slowly sinking into the chair; her soft flesh seemed to flow into the chair
and meet with its contours as she never took those slightly depraved eyes
from Bob's face. She looked like a hungry feline creature, eager to devour
its prey.

The next hour was like a dream. Leo McKern was offering Bob a chunk of his
insurance and assuring him that if he did a good job, the whole insurance
program was his to write and administer. Leo leveled a finger. "Your
honesty got you this far, remember that." Facts and figures were thrown
around and Bob had to ask for certain papers and facts of his own. An
application was taken and Leo McKern signed with a strong thick swirl and a
check was made out for the first year's premium and Bob sat back, a
suddenly successful agent. And all the time, Mona never took her eyes from
his sweating and startled face. She sat with her legs tucked underneath
her, showing a lot, almost too much, of her inner thigh. All the time she
was watching him and he was trying hard not to pretend or to notice.

He found himself standing in the parking lot, flush from drinks and the
wild success of having made a big sale and all the time an image of Mona
McKern was in his mind when he was leaving, when he got to his feet, Mona
had risen sticking her pelvis out first and her dress slipped so high that
he thought he caught a glimpse of the tight band of her panties. He had
looked away and shook hands with Leo.

Now he stood dumbfounded. That woman had done everything but rape him with
her eyes and her husband never seemed to notice or mind. And, while they
talked, he kept excusing himself to go to the bathroom or make drinks or a
private, long distance call and he left the two of them alone. Very little
was said when Leo was out of the room, very little of any consequence as
they chatted about the weather and the town and hotel. Yet torrid looks
were exchanged and once, in a lazy, languid, cock teasing way, Mona leaned
back in the chair so that the nipples of her breasts jutted and were
perfectly formed, hard and unyielding wider the dress, and, with her
breasts jutting out so that her cleavage met and moved, she slowly
uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly so that the hem of her dress 
barely covered her crotch and Bob felt his mouth go dry as he looked down
and thought he could see the forming swelling lips of her vagina pressed
against the band of her panties all slightly in the dark caused by the hem
of her dress.

His hands trembled as she slowly recrossed her legs and he saw the naked
flesh of her thigh, long and white and inviting.

He stood by his car and smacked himself in the forehead. Never had he seen
such an attractive woman as Mona McKern. And never had a woman thrown
herself at him so completely. How could it be that Leo couldn't see it. He
shook his head in wonder at the whole evening. Nothing was real, everything
was happening too fast and the blood was pounding through his body and his
penis swelling again as he thought of the lazy brazenly bold looks and
movements of Mona.

He drove home in a daze. The first thing he did was pick up the phone when
he got to the house and dialed Carol. He was going to shout the news into
the phone and quickly establish himself as number one bread-earner again.
He was going to floor her with the exciting news. No. He hung up right in
the middle of dialing. No, damn it, he wasn't going to call her when she
was babysitting that bitch of a mother-in-law. No, he was not going to do
that.

He paced back and forth, rubbing his palms together, savoring his moment
and position. Leo was right; he had gotten the business because he was bold
enough to be honest! That was what Leo was looking for! Hell, there was no
telling how far he could go as a salesman if he was bold enough to speak
right out! No, he thought, pouring himself a drink, a healthy belt of
Scotch, I'm not going to blather all over the phone. I'll play it casual,
wait until she comes home and let the facts kind of slip out, on their own.
Knock her dead and act like its nothing. He chuckled to himself aloud and
raised his glass in a silent toast, toasting himself and the precious
secret he seemed to hold, that obvious truth that salesmen seemed to
overlook: nothing succeeds like telling the truth.

He sat down to relish his drink and the possibilities from here on in.
Hell, if he really went at it, it wouldn't be too long before he could
expect an executive position with the company. Or, someday, his own
brokerage firm in which he had salesmen working for him.

He toasted himself again and drank deep, catching his breath and enjoying
the pleasant feeling the Scotch gave him as he stretched out on the couch
and felt a bit rueful, left out. Carol would have to be with her mother.
Hell, he wanted to celebrate. Calling up and telling her wouldn't be right,
somehow. He wanted to have a few drinks and then maybe fool around with his
wife, maybe putting his hands where he wasn't supposed to, where she didn't
like him to.

Then the phone rang.

He jumped when it jangled next to him, dreading the silence and he looked
at it with suspicion, checking the time by cocking his wrist.
Automatically, he wondered who could be calling at that hour? Immediately
he thought of Carol and perhaps, this time, there really was something
wrong with her. The phone rang a second time, tearing a long urgent sound
in the room and he put his drink down carefully and looked at the phone,
wondering if he should answer it immediately. If it was bad news, how could
he react to it after so much good news? The phone rang a third time and he
picked it up and said, "Hello?"

The silence at the other end seemed thick and charged with electricity. It
was the silence of someone taking their sweet time about answering. It was
like an electric jolt and Bob knew that it was Mona before he heard her
voice.

"Hello, Bob?"

"Yes. Is this Mrs. McKern."

A low husky voice came back in mocking terms that made him flush anew.
"This is Mona."

"How are you, Mona?"

"Not so good." Her voice came into his ear and sounded petulant, like she
was used to getting her way.

"What's the matter?"

"Leo's left me," she said, her pout a near burlesque. He could just
picture her curled up on the bed, entwined like some sex-serpent.

"He's left you?" There was a note of alarm in his voice, thinking his
dream world would come crashing down. Divorce and all kinds of actions and
cancellation of the insurance.

A heavy sigh came into his ear and she almost seemed to purr as she said,
"He got a phone call from up north. Seems some baddies held one of his
drive-ins up and there was some shooting and people were hurt and Leo just
had to get on his white charger and leave me in this plastic place without
a thing to do until sometime tomorrow evening."

Bob couldn't say a word. He tried not controlling the breath coming
through his nostrils hot and heavy. Her voice reeked of sex and invitation.
Leo gone and not back until tomorrow.

Carol staying with her mother "Gee, that's too bad."

A throaty chuckle came through the phone. "Too bad for one insurance agent
if he doesn't get over here and entertain me while I'm bored."

Despite himself he couldn't help grinning as he felt a masculine sexual
heat. He wasn't going to be had all that easy. "Oh, I don't know I was just
getting ready for bed."

"You liar," she teased, "You've been sitting up going out of your mind.
Have you told your wife yet?" The question was asked carefully, tactfully.
Mona knew that she was away for the evening. He had explained that when
explaining how free his evening was.

"No, I haven't called her yet. I thought I'd wait until tomorrow."

"Mmmmmm. Cold-blooded. Listen, come down here and we'll have a drink
together to celebrate your success."

A last desperate moral stand took frame in his mind. He should at least
make an attempt. "I don't know if I should" he said hesitatingly.

There was a pause, a beat, before Mona said, her voice warm and pleasant.
"I can tell you why you should come over here. What Leo gave you earlier
tonight is just a piece of the action. A very little piece. Do you
understand that?"

Bob took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Good. Now, understand something else."

"What?"

"Leo does whatever I ask him."

Bob paused, a totally new cynical smile playing around his lips. "I'll be
right over!"

CHAPTER FIVE

He drove back to the hotel carefully, thinking as hard as he could. He
knew why he was going to the hotel and he had a pretty good idea of what
was going to happen when he got there. He knew that he was going to be
unfaithful to his wife and he wondered about it, about how he would feel,
if he would want to tell her or what he would say if she found out.

More real and more to be feared was what Leo would do if he found out. He
would surely cancel any insurance he had and he might do a lot more. In
fact, it was very easy to believe that the hulking figure of Leo McKern
might conceivably want to do a great deal more. Bob was no slouch and he
was in good condition and had several years on Leo yet he didn't relish the
idea of taking him on, particularly if Leo was mad.

He drove into the parking lot of the hotel realizing he was playing with
fire, that everything he had gained that night could be lost, that he could
find himself defending his life and he was afraid and excited.

That was it! An energy, like electricity coursed through him and he felt
himself vitally alive, more alive than he had felt in years! He walked with
a swagger and grinned, realizing how alive and real he felt. He went into
the elevator and stepped out and strode down the hall and rang the bell of
her suite and knew he was feeling so full of zing and real power because he
was being honest. When thinking of Mona, when conjuring up an image of Mrs.
Leo McKern, he could only think of one thing: fuck the woman was an animal
and moved like one.

He stood trying to control his breath, feeling the new power surge through
him and make him think crystal clear: all the time Leo was present, he
never seemed to notice his wife flirting. Once he made light of it. If he
were going to be honest about himself, he had to be honest about Leo. Leo
was purposely ignoring his wife and purposely left the room, leaving the
two of them and had, possibly, purposely left town. Somewhere, somehow,
things didn't add up. It was all too simple and too easy. The door opened
and all thoughts left his mind as he took in Mona standing grinning at him.
The light was low behind her, the shades drawn and only a tiny light on and
music playing low and cool from a bedside radio and Bob could see in the
semi-darkness that she had taken her shoes and stockings off and was
standing barefoot and bare-legged, probably entirely bare, nude, naked,
under her vivid red miniskirt. She leaned against the door jam, her body
soft and pliant, a drink in one end, grinning up at him with dazzling white
teeth. "What took you so long?"

"No matter," he said, trying to act cool. "I'm here now. Aren't you going
to invite me in?" he asked in an intimate voice.

She turned and walked from the door, her back to him and her buttocks
wiggling and shaking like jello and he knew she didn't have any underwear
on by the way her hips and thighs moved and the low back lighting which
silhouetted her torso and showed her two thighs rounding into her
undulating buttocks as she walked into the room and turned with a broad
gesture. "Come on in and mix yourself a drink and have an orgy."

Bob stepped into room 506 and closed the door. Next door, in room 507, Leo
McKern lit a cigar and adjusted the ear mikes he was wearing as he switched
on the tape recorder. He shook his head and grunted, sorry that he couldn't
see what was going to happen. He chuckled to himself, thinking that
Hunnicutt was going to get the fucking of his life. He turned the sound
level up as he heard the door close next door and Bob Hunnicutt clear his
throat.

Leo grinned, thinking of how smoothly it was all going and what a sense of
thrill of being alive and real  the same feeling Bob was now sensing next
door, that sexual feeling of freedom and danger the whole situation was
giving him. Sometimes he thought that the manipulation of lives was
actually as much fun as the actual seduction of his victim. Sometimes, it
seemed more exciting than the real thing and many an hour Leo entertained
himself with ideas of how to humiliate and degrade his wife Mona and yes,
other women, all for his own amusement!

His equipment was self-installed and a very simple thing to do now in the
age of miniaturization. It was only a question of having the money to
afford the best equipment and he could hear as if he, Leo, were in the
room. He leaned back in his chair, the tape recorder going, closing his
eyes and puffing on his cigar and wishing he were in the room with the two
of them, knowing confidently that that day might not be too far away when
he would be in a room with more than just the two of them.

Mona knew exactly what she was doing. She went to the couch and sat down,
crossing her legs and leaning back, her glass in her hands, a mischievous
smile on her face, her pretty face rounded with black hair that was curled
into little gypsy rings. Her eyes always gave her away; they had that
drowsy lusty look. Bob found that now, when alone, he couldn't look at her
in any other way: he wanted her. He wanted her naked and wanted to crush
that wanton body beneath his and fuck her until her expression, changed
from smoldering lust to a screaming begging orgasm!

It was in her glance, her movement, her pores! He wanted to instinctively
fuck her until he dominated her.

She was a challenge to his manhood as she sprawled, indecent on the couch
and drank from her glass and made a face, thrusting out her wet lower lip 
in a pout as she held it out and said, "All gone."

"Let me fix you another one," he said, leaning over her and looking down
her cleavage, at her great globular breasts that were so white and firm and
moved with an athletic kind of suppleness all of their own as he saw the
nipples pressed erectly out against her dress.

The hem of her dress was pulled up as she seemed to restlessly move her
legs and pelvis as if always searching for a more comfortable position.
They writhed in a lazy way, her thighs did, moving as Bob watched them out
of the corner of his eye and felt his prick growing thick and hard under
his pants. He took the drink from her and turned quickly away in the
semi-darkness, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his groin.

His uncomfortable erection didn't escape the eyes of Mona who let her gaze
rove lewdly over his body. "Mrnmmmm," she said, "I like my men well built."

His cock grew painfully in his pants as he made the drinks, pouring
himself an extra strong Scotch. He took his time adding ice and water. Mona
talked to him with his back turned. "You like me, don't you?"

"Yeah," he answered, never looking around, the sound of the ice clinking
in the glasses.

"You like my body?" She asked the question in a whisper he heard above the
music and he could hear her body moving behind him, he could hear material
 clothing  be rusted and adjusted. "You like my body?" her voice
insisted.

"Yeah."

"Then look!"

The suppressed excitement in her voice made him turn slowly, a drink in
either hand. What he saw almost made him drop his drinks and pitch
headfirst onto the couch.

Dark, raven hair Mona with a flashing smile was lying on the couch, lying
on her back. Her feet were close together but she had spread her lovely
knees as wide apart as the couch would allow and she had pulled her red
miniskirt up around her thin waist.

She lay there, smiling, naked from the waist down. There, framed by her
firmly rounded thighs were the soft smooth cheeks of her buttocks and above
it her pubic hair, so soft and dark, lewdly curling up toward him and
framing the small thin lips of her cunt teasingly to his eyes.

And, as he stared, it opened slightly and throbbed in unhidden excitement.
The light in the room was low yet he could see the desire glisten and shine
between her thighs as the moistness gathered. He almost moaned aloud as he
looked at her lying in front of him, lewdly grinding her pelvis up and
slowly, teasingly, rotating her cunt around.

Below her cunt, below the pubic hair, he saw the tight shadowed crevice
where her buttocks met and he saw the flesh tense and bunch as she
undulated her hips up and down. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open
in a lewd smile as she watched the expression on his face. "You like?" she
asked in a low whisper.

Bob couldn't say a word, all he could do was nod as he looked down and saw
the swelling lips of her cunt made pliable by her slow gyrations. His cock
leapt to wild life in his pants with an aching hardness and his hands
trembled as he looked around for a place to set the drinks down.

With a little laugh, she raised her hips clear of the couch and pulled her
skirt down, swing big to her feet and looking at him with her hungrily
gleaming eyes. "Doesn't your wife greet you like that every night?" she
asked, a teasing quality in her voice, "I thought all wives did that," she
taunted.

Bob set the drinks down on the bar and turned to her and she came and
stood close, crowding him against the bar and brushing one of her bare legs
up between his stiff legs. Her voice was like velvet as she whispered, "I
wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."

He breathed heavily through his nostrils. "Me too."

Teasingly, she loosened his tie and began undoing the buttons on his
shirt. "Does she undress you?"

"Who?" he asked, puzzled.

"Your wife, does she undress you?"

"Huh? No. She" he never finished the thought, seizing Mona in his arms
and crushing her body against his and he felt her body responding as she
ground her supple hips into his groin, her loins finding his prick stiff up
against his stomach under his clothing and writhing back and forth against
it in a provocative way.

In a few seconds he was like a wild man, thrusting her away and tearing at
his clothes. She crouched and made a low animal noise as she began 
unbuttoning the front of her dress, exposing her naked and shaking breasts
as her face was wildly alive and her eyes glittered with sexual excitement.

In no time at all she was unbuttoning all of her dress and it hung open
for one delicious moment and he saw her breasts, firm and free, with the
nipples hardened like bullets and her stomach was smooth and flat and her
breasts jutted out as she let the dress fall over her pale white shoulders.
Bob stood still as he watched the dress slip soundlessly to the floor,
watched it slide down her back, slowly at first then falling with a silent
rush and she stood naked before him, her body magnificent and naked and
wild. He could see the muscles rippling and tensing in her long thighs.

He tore his underwear off with a guttural cry and stood with his penis
protruding awkwardly out and upward, wavering as if blindly trying to find
her cunt. He didn't care and he lunged for her but she was too quick,
leaping back and to the side as she laughed and said, "No, not here! In the
bedroom!" And she turned her back and fled from the room and he watched her
tight buttocks lift and fall as she disappeared quickly into the bedroom.

In the room next door, Leo puffed on his cigar and flicked a switch,
making live the miniature mike hidden in the bedroom and settled back in
his chair, sipping his drink as he thought about how well it was all going.
The only problem now was getting it all down on tape.

Standing boldly by the bed, her breasts like heavy ripe muskmelons, her
pubic hair standing out even darker in the semi-darkness, her legs long and
curved and lively, she called back, "Bring the drinks."

He had to retrace his steps to get them and brought them into the room to
see her lying on the bed, the ripe ruby nipples of her breasts staring up
at him wetly as he stood over her. She had moistened them with saliva from
her tongue so that their pink bud-like tips throbbed slightly from the
touch of her own fingers against them.

"God, you're beautiful naked," he stuttered, staring down at her body
sprawled so lewdly, utterly naked, with the drinks in his hands. He could
see that her eyes had dilated a little from the excitement also. It was all
he could do to keep from dropping to his knees by the bed and locking his
lips and hot mouth on her bare flesh at that very moment, but he held
himself back. He sensed that she needed more than that. He wasn't all that
experienced but he knew that there was more to making love. She obviously
knew what making love was all about and wasn't the kind of woman one just
jumped on top of and rammed it home and got your rocks off without
preparing her well for it. The eventual reward would be worth the torture
of waiting.

"You're not bad yourself," she smiled up at him with a smoky look in her
eyes, reaching for the drink he offered. She looked right at his erect
penis as she said, "In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."

"I'm not all that young," he answered, swaggering, "I'm almost as old as
you."

"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?" She sipped at her
drink after asking the question matter of factly, as though she were asking
the time of day or what the weather was like when he came in.

"Enough," he said smugly, lying in his teeth as he leaned over and kissed
her lightly on the lips and jerked away when he felt the burning wet tip of
her tongue brush against his lips. She pushed him away for a moment.

"Put my drink on the table, darllng. I'll spill it."

He took both the drinks and set them on the floor quickly and then leaned
over her again, pressing his lips tightly against hers and feeling her
tongue shoot into his mouth wet, hot, and probing. She reached up, curling
her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her.

One of his muscular legs fell tightly between her open thighs. She was
surprisingly supple and soft and pliable and her whole body seemed glued
info his as though it belonged there. Her body seemed to move in sections
almost independent of one another so her hips could move like they were on
steel springs while her breasts remained crushed against his chest. She
moved her thigh cunningly up against his cock as he ground his lips into
hers and her tongue darted and retreated and he felt his prick swell to a
painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping
from the gland on the swelling, hardening tip. She continued to massage his
prick with a practiced ease, moving her hips until he thought the head
would explode. His cock was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest
extra pressure and he could feel it building with a mighty swelling effect
deep in his testicles.

He trust his tongue deep in her mouth and she sucked gently on it,
nibbling with tiny sharp nips that sent chills running up and down the
length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the tingling
sensation and marshall his forces so that he wouldn't corn just yet.

Above all, he didn't want to come for a long while! He rested his cheek
against hers and guiltily thought of Carol. No, smart as she was, she would
never imagine him stretched naked over her boss's wife. Hell, that was her
trouble, she never thought of anything sexual.

"Is your wife good in bed?" Mona suddenly asked, startling him. It was as
though she was reading his thoughts.

"She's too inexperienced," he answered with a candor that shocked him. It
was like saying she made the soup too bland. Good Lord, he thought with a
wry grin, rye changed in the last few hours! It's the truth, Carol is stiff
and inexperienced.

In the next room, Leo slapped his thigh and drank from his Scotch when he
heard the news. He like them inexperienced.

"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," Mona promised
softly, breathing heavily into his ear.

She began to quiver beneath him with her thighs moving against his loins.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed, her voice deeper this
time.

"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered hoarsely, the lewd words coming
from his mouth exciting him all the more.

"Then tell me!"

"I want to fuck you."

"How?" she moaned underneath him, her mouth open, her eyes almost closed.

"Deep, I want to fuck you deep and hard and I want to fuck the life out of
you like you've never been kicked before!"

"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body.

Her hand was groping wildly and it found the thick blood-filled head and
she squeezed, it as her voice moaned, "I like it. It's going to feel good
going inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you
to screw me with it!"

He lay with all his weight on her, moving one hand down to the smoothness
of her buttocks and cupped them as she writhed and leaned, allowing him to
do so. They were firm and beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected
them to be. Her body was warm and soft under him and she raised her face to
his, locking her hot mouth tightly to him as her hand squeezed the
steel-encased hardness of his prick. He pressed his head forward and kissed
her moistly back. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize but
reminded him of gyrating belly dancers and exotic drinks. Her lips were 
soft, pliable, and pulpy in just the right way, giving before the harsher
pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny
chills all over his naked body.

Next door, Leo found himself listening close to the sounds of heavy
breathing, the lewd murmurs, and the rustling of the sheets. He strained to
hear whispering. Damn, he thought, after all these years he still felt
twinges of jealousy. After all these years he found himself listening too
intently and feeling just a little jealous as he tried to imagine just what
was going on in the next room and, knowing Mona, he found it only too easy
to imagine what was going on. In case he didn't imagine it, she would fill
him in, detail by detail, later on.

He grinned to himself, rubbing his chin ruefully. Did she have to put so
much of herself in it? Did she have to enjoy it so God damned much? He
sighed, setting the volume control and settled back, adjusting his swelling
penis in his pants. It was part of Mona's fascination, part of what made
him so hot over her, his knowledge that she really enjoyed screwing. She
loved to fuck and tell him about her lovers. He could feel perspiration
stand out of his forehead as he felt the excitement he always felt whenever
he though of or actually saw another man fuck his wife. Nothing made him
hotter and for a wild moment he actually tried to think of a way he could
get in the room and watch his wife fuck another man for all she was worth.

He took a healthy belt of Scotch and thought of later and what he would do
to her once this insurance salesman gets his jollies.

Mona crushed. Bob tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his
muscular back, exploring the secret hollows of him with her fingers coming
to his tensed, like iron, buttocks and they feathered down the deep tight
crack of them and a shudder ran through Bob. He felt his penis jerk and
tremble where it was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the
narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment levering
them both up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching under
her buttocks with both hands, she used her fingers to pull her thin, moist
vaginal lips apart ever so slowly, giving his penis greater contact with
the wet sensitive flesh which wrapped hallway around it as it lay the full
length of the warmly throbbing slit. She relaxed, exhaling, as she dropped
back on the bed, his hardened young rod trapped tightly between her
sensuous yet strong thighs.

He forced his hands flat between her shoulders and the sheets and ran them
down the soft slendering curves of her back to where they fanned out to the
hips. He could feel the raised surface of her spine move almost
imperceptivity as she undulated her body up against him in a teasing rhythm
that pulled hungrily at the tight sheath of his cock and excite him all the
more. The sinews of her muscles rippled slowly under him indicating a life
and intelligence all of their own: they would know what to do in order to
please him. The tenseness of her thighs gripping his prick in place pressed
against the outside of his hips and he wondered how they would feel later
when she had them spread wide.

"Oh God, you feel so nice, so big and good!" she whispered, smashing her
lips against him again and writhing the sensuous flatness of her belly up
against him. Her eyes half closed and unfocussed, shining with a lewd
light, her mouth open, her lips flaccid and begging, her nails trailed down
his back, leaving small red welts in their Patti.

He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the firm foam-rubber
fullness, of her ass-cheeks in both his hands and he pulled her, open
crotch up to his groin so tightly it hurt. He moved up and down with a
diabolical slowness, insinuating the hardness of his dock up and down the
widespread split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with each passing
second. He felt his skin-tight sheath growing lubricated and slippery and
it slid back and forth and only served to increase his hammering, demanding
excitement. Real beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he fought to
control himself. Any moment now she would give.

Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins,
struggling in his firm hands, until her legs, without warning, snaked out
wide on either side of his body and her calves locked against the back of
his thighs, pulling him in tighter to her with a relentless and lewd
strength. "Oooooooooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned
into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding.

He started to move but she beat him to it, moving with the cunning of some
jungle eat, her hands coming down and circling around the throbbing head of
his cock and guiding it between the open lips of her hot, desire-moistened
cunt. He groaned above her as he felt her move the thick head up and down
between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the
pulsating blood-filled head that felt like it was going to burst. She
grazed his head teasingly against the fluted edges of her lubricated cunt
until he felt it swell even more and he thought he would cum, spewing white
hot sperm all over her stomach.

He couldn't hold back another second and fucked his hips forward with a
sudden cruel thrust like a rutting stallion and drove his cock with a
flesh-splitting plop into the gaping hot mouth of her cunt.

"Ooooooohhhh," she moaned beneath him as she felt the warm elastic sheath
slip wetly forward over his sensitive naked flesh. It had entered with a
slight wet pop, as if she were a virgin being taken for the first time only
this was easier and infinitely better because she was controlling her
vaginal muscles and could do so every time. He knew he was going to fuck
her again and again. His long prick raced up her cunt to the full depths of
her belly where the blood-filled head of his cock burst out in lewd bloom
and he felt her warm and tight and he ached the full length of his rigid
member as he pumped heavily in and out. It became easier almost immediately
as the wetness of the passage surrounding him, lubricated all the way.

Suddenly he grunted heavily as he sunk in up to the hilt, his balls
slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass.

Mona screamed a low, animal-like sound beneath him, twisting suddenly to
escape the momentary, unexpected pain as she took the full thrust of his
manhood, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter between her
thighs as he bent his legs outward so that there was no escape for her. She
was skewered good, caught, pinned, and he lay for a moment secretly
gloating, allowing the pain to subside, proud that he could hurt her in
this way. He had gained the upper hand and he knew it because he could hurt
her and she couldn't hurt him back in the same way. He felt a wild elation
and wondered if crazy Leo McKern realized what he did when he urged him to
tell the truth. He felt like a ruthless bastard and liked the feeling. He
felt there wasn't a thing he couldn't do in life if he put his mind to it.
He reveled for a minute in the new-found power he possessed over another
man's wife and made quick wild plans for the future as he fucked the head
of his burgeoning cock again deep in her cunt, bringing another low moan
from between her tightly gritting teeth.

He ground his pelvis into the hot squirming flesh that was so flaccid
beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him,
lifting the two of them off the squeaking mattress a few inches from the
wild strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned and writhed ceaselessly
beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs and thighs around
his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as
old as Time itself. Her head flailed from side to side, whipping her hair
back and forth as she abandoned herself to the domination of the rhythm.
Her mouth fell open and was slack.

"Ooooohhhhh God! It's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass? Hurt
me! Make me scream, damn it, make me scream!" she coughed up in his face,
her eyes dazed.

A wild sense came over him, a primeval urge and he grinned like a
triumphant wolf as he reached under her between her two desperately
straining buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of
her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide with his fingers,
searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus, thinking a 
thought that sent a lewd thrill piling on top of all the other thrills:
I've never done this before!

Suddenly, he found it.

A small vicious rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread
crevice from where he could feel his rock-hard rod of flesh sawing in and
out of her. The rivulet moistened the tight puckered little hole,
lubricating it, slightly and he pushed and probed experimentally, for a
moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, gritting his teeth and
felt it give a little. Then, suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave
way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. He
felt the soft spongy flesh close tight around the finger like a rubber
thimble and she jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed
to escape the first unexpected pain.

"Aaaaaahhhhhggggg! God, it hurts!"

The lupine grin grew wider on his face as he thrust again, sinking his
middle finger in to the second knuckle.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhh! Yesssss!" she hissed, her face a mask of rapture and
pain, "Yesssss! Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me," she blurted as one word, "Hurt
me more!"

In spite of the pain she must be feeling, he felt her suddenly begin
voluntarily screwing her buttocks back on his finger. She inched her way
forward with lewd sensuous movements until the finger was sunk up to the
palm of his hand. He jiggled and bent it inside, rotating it around in the
fleshy depths of her rectum. With his finger he could feel through the thin
wall of flesh separating her two passages. He could feel the underside of
his own cock sliding in and out of her and he began to sadistically skewer
her between them, maintaining the same, rhythm for both as she groaned and
moaned underneath him. His nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum,
scraping her and she jerked, lost the rhythm, paused, then caught it again
as she opened her legs wide out over the bed in order to give him greater
access to the ravishing of her loins.

He could feel his prick growing and swelling to the aching point until it
felt it had expanded to the point of bursting, literally exploding from the
exquisite pleasure building heavily in his testicles as they slapped lewdly
against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be too long he hoped, knowing he
could hold it back. She had to cum pretty soon. His lips pressed together,
he began ramming it home with long hard strokes in time with his sawing
finger skewering into her asshole to excite her all the more.

He could tell she was nearing cumming as she gripped him tight between her
thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard
thrusts into her. She was making noises in her throat beneath him, the
sound coming from deep within her as though she had no control over it. He
knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his
strength.

"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck it, fuck it harder and harder and
harder!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind,
one after the other, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels
high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight and obscene,
pressing her knees back hard into her breasts, and offering him the full
opening of her up thrust crotch that rolled and undulated in time to his
thrusts. Her eyes began to roll uncontrollably in her head and her face was
contorted and straining, fighting for the final explosion that was so near.

"I'm cumming!" she gasped suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic
abandon. "I'm cumming!" she gasped again as though convincing herself. She
mumbled on incoherently as she panted and pulled back on her legs, her
voice coming clear as she gasped, amazed, sure it was going to happen. "I'm
cumming!!"

Next door, Leo McKern was fuming in his chair, his own prick erect and
that horny feeling deep in his testicles. He would give anything to run in
that room and join the two of them right there on the bed, ramming his own
prick home in his wife's ass.

No, he told himself with a grim grin. That comes later. Play the cards one
at a time and just wait. Patience, patience and it would soon be his turn.
He closed his eyes, the sound of his wile's obscenities and ecstasies in
his ear and he imagined the first time he saw Carol Hunnicutt walking
across the parking lot in her costume with a tray of food. She was wearing
the low cut orange blouse and he saw again how her breasts jiggled as she
went by wearing those high heeled white boots and those tiny hot pants. Leo
had paid a small fortune for the design of that costume but it paid off in
business and he saw Carol walking away from him again and he noticed how
her buttocks fought their way free as the hot pants rode up in the back and
he saw the undulating cheek of each buttock and he made up his mind that he
was going to fuck her.

Thinking of her bare buttocks now made his knuckles whiten and his resolve
grow hard as he listened over the earphones to the excitement in the next
room.

A low moan that worked its way up to a banshee-style scream suddenly
formed on her lips and then pierced through the air, keening, above the 
sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping
brutally together.

Mona's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself up on his thrusting
cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while
her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhaaaa!"

She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as
though hit in the stomach by a fist, her body collapsing limply down into
the mattress as a wanton and slack smile slid across her face. She lay
still except for the uncontrollable jerking and quivering ox her cunt still
locked tightly around his tortured prick. He pushed deep into her and then
lay quiet, instinctively allowing her to rest and enjoy the dregs of her
cum.

It was all he could do to keep from continuing fucking into her. Never,
ever in his he had he seen anything like Mona McKern. Nor had he ever
dreamt that he would feel anything like her he throbbed the muscles of his
cock deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.

"That was nice," she mumbled, her hand grazing his cheek, "I haven't had a
ride like that in a long-long time."

"You're not finished yet," Bob gasped down at her, the agony in his balls
making him say it.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured approvingly his ear, "You held back a long time."

"But I can't hold out much more."

"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him, her hand still on his cheek,
"Mama's going to give you a special reward for being so patient and nice."

He pulled back sliding his painfully throbbing cock wetly out of the soft,
orgasm flooded warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out knowing he was
so near to shooting it off in her belly and every fiber in him wanted to go
on but he didn't. He pulled it out with a maniacal kind of groan because he
could only guess and hope at what she might do. He had never done anything
with Carol but get on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot off
his load and that was it. She didn't like to play and he always had the
impression that she only tolerated his love making and didn't really enjoy
it.

He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back,
thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh.
He lay tense with his rigidity pointing straight up, wondering what she was
going to do. "Here, my darling," she whispered, bunching a pillow behind
his neck so that he looked down at his own erection glistening wetly in the
lamplight.

She lay beside him again and turned on her side, reaching out with her
hand and beginning to stroke his penis back and forth, sliding the loose
flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his aching prick to
swell beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on
all fours, her face a few scant inches from his throbbing cock. She held
the head, glistening wetly from her vaginal juices, tight between her
hands, stroking it back and forth between the flat of her palms in a
teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her
maddening rhythm.

He groaned aloud through half open eyes as he saw her head lower toward
his hardness and suddenly her tongue flicked out and downward, the tip
boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He gasped
sucking in his breath with a hissing sound from the sudden unexpected
contact. Chills rippled along his spine, making him throw his shoulders
back and arch his spine.

He groaned again as she brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed
the whole of the overly sensitive head in a moist warm pressure that was
like a wet velvet. Her lips tightened like an elastic band just below the
head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he groaned as he stared at her penis contorted face. The sight
of his shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her lightly ovaled lips
increased the feeling a thousand-fold over. It was still wet from her
orgasmic secretions and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the
part she had yet to take between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft
resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base
of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to
suck rhythmically up and down, her tight ups sliding along. He could feel
the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of
each withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the
gland on the end. He tensed his buttocks as he watched the top of her head
bobbing up and down over his prick. The sight of her labors made it all the
more exciting for him.

Leo McKern's wife could feel the young man's throbbing reaction and began
to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently
into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had
scraped the blood from beneath the tense surface of the skin. She shifted
her position from over his thigh without unlocking her mouth from his cock 
and kneeled on all fours between his legs. She reached under his buttocks
and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her
tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until he felt
it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all the rigid shaft deep
into her throat.

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched
her face working above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of
sweat rolling in tiny droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked and
sucked over him like a demon gone berserk. The muscles in his stomach
lightened until he thought he would snap from the pressure as he arched his
back up off the bed pushing even further between the moistness of her lips.
He saw thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth as she greedily
clung to his thrusting cock.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherently
as he muttered from between tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The
moment was here and now and a low guttural sound started from somewhere
deep in his chest, as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad engulfing,
enlarging dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot
thick streams into her avidly sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and
hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to
keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot
sperm heavily up into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly
and wildly in her hair, holding her head and mouth in place as he pushed
his squirting prick all the way down her throat. She coughed spasmodically
as she swallowed desperately to regain her breath. He moaned for a long
time then groaned and grunted in complete fulfillment. Slowly his cock
deflated between her tightly locked lips but she continued the gentle
sucking motion, drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his
battered cock.

He relaxed, his hands untangling from her hair and patting her head
softly. He let his head fall back and his eyes close as he felt his entire
body tingling and he knew he had never before felt an orgasm like that one.
More than anything else in the world, more than his job and, yes, more than
his marriage, he wanted more orgasms like that.

"Baby," he whispered up to the ceiling, "We've got to have more meetings
like this."

"Honey," Mona panted, "We will."

In the next room Leo McKern snorted and nodded and leaned forward to turn
the tape off.

CHAPTER SIX

In two short weeks, the lives of Bob and Carol Hunnicutt had changed
considerably. They were to change even more, more than either of them could
imagine. Bob was suddenly a success in the business and it seemed like
eventually he would get all of Leo McKern's insurance business. And that
wasn't all. Once word got around town that Bob Hunnicutt had some "big in"
with a corporation, just as soon as it got known around that Bob
represented some pretty big accounts, he found doors open to him that were
previously closed. It wasn't that they had snubbed him, they simply didn't
know he existed. Now, around town, in the better places, Bob Hunnicutt's
name was coming up as someone who's star was ascending.

Carol suddenly found herself taking a backseat to her husband. It wasn't
that she minded, but he had met them through her. If it weren't for her
being manager of Leo's drive-in, he never would've met Leo. It was because
of her he had met Leo and it seemed a fact he forgot. She still called him
Mr. McKern but Bob called him long distance and called him "Leo". And he
was always having to fly to L.A., to be gone overnight, leaving her alone,
all on some pretext of "servicing" the account.

Despite herself, she found herself the victim of jealousy. A quick adding
of their incomes combined told her they were making more money than ever
before. More than enough money to move into a house, get a newer car. Yet
she felt jealous. She seldom saw Leo McKern and when she did he was always
busy and brief.

When Bob was in town, he was a changed man. He was on the phone all the
time, calling someone or answering a call. Always he was making
appointments to meet for lunch or cocktails after work and many of the
nights during the week he was out selling to clients. He was suddenly a
success and he spent less and less time with her and didn't seem at all
interested in her job or life or mother or anything.

One night he came home late, found her in bed and she could tell from the
way he talked he had had too much to drink. He was boastful and belligerent
and claimed to have made a big sale. "Wanna celebrate," he slurred, leering
at her. He had been rough and made filthy demands on her and they had
quarreled and he had finally gone out, to the couch where he poured himself
more to drink until he finally passed out and work the next morning with a
terrible hangover.

They had more money but they seemed to have more problems. Carol didn't
like the way the marriage was going at all and she thought of quitting, 
giving up and staying at home and being a wife and adore her husband. She
talked to him about it. It seemed the only time he had to talk was over
cocktails and when she brought the subject up, when she suggested quitting,
be had leered at her and said, "Sure, but you love to wear that costume too
much and shake it, baby."

She hated him when he talked that way and she always changed the subject
and went back to her job resolved to do better and get attention for
herself. She was going to be the best manager of the chain. Managers had
the option of whether or not they wanted to work the cars.

Carol went back to the cars with a vengeance, wearing the tightest pair of
hot pants she could wiggle into, strutting on the parking lot and bringing
an aching erection to many a man. She envied Bob and his sudden success and
preoccupation.

Yet Bob was far from happy. In the two weeks since that first time, he had
been to L.A. three times and met her at a motel outside of town once. The
McKern home was not to be believed with closed-circuit color TV in every
room with the master console down in the rumpus room. The rumpus room was a
gadget world in itself. The entire ceiling was a mirror so that, lying on
the floor, you could see the entire room in the ceiling above.

The console, like the bar and the furniture, was all above pits that they
could sink into. Couches would only sink to floor level when you first
walked into the room, the walls attracted your attention. They were stark
white and nothing, no pictures or draperies hung from them. The door fitted
the wall perfectly with barely a line showing. In fact, all four walls were
white with no decorations at all and none of the furniture was too close to
the walls. It gave the room a naked, half-finished look about it and
bothered guests when they first saw it until Leo took a seat at the console
and began flicking switches and pushing buttons and turning dials.

Music, usually cool jazz came on, lights dimmed and the walls began to
flicker. Suddenly, they seemed to leap to life of their own. The room was
now devoid of any light except the vivid color movies that leaped at the
people in the room from every wall. Full sound was used either having a
direct bearing on whatever was going on at the time or was music designed
to fit the mood. Trial and error had taught Leo that music was the best.

Twist more dials and the couches would slowly sink into the floor, their
backs opening out flat until they were nothing more than a bed on
floor-level. From these couches, reclining viewers could see four walls of
full color hard-core pornography. They could see four different films at
once or the same one on four different walls. Viewers could lie back on the
couches and look at the mirrored ceilings and see themselves deep in a pit,
surrounded by movies or cunts and cocks and buttocks and breasts and
fucking and sucking with groups and individuals swirling around, seeming
more like eight movies going all at once from the reflection from the
ceiling mirror.

But that wasn't all. Flicking switches and adjusting dials, Leo could turn
off the movie on one particular wall and, used their elaborate and very
costly closed-circuit TV system, he could, at whim or will, cut off a movie
and focus in on any room in the house  like one of the guest bedrooms. A
viewer in the room could suddenly become conscious that not all they were
seeing was on film, that some of it was actually happening and was
happening between people that you knew. It was happening not too many feet
away and there it was, larger than life, happening on the wall, reflected
once again in the mirrored ceiling.

Exposure to the room working at full tilt did things to the people that
were occupants of the room. It did things to them. The women seemed to have
a common happening: they seemed to get confused and feel that they were in
the movie and reflected in the mirrors themselves as they saw their bodies
doing obscene thing. In flickering height up on the ceiling it was as if
they became the fifth wall of the movie and clothing and inhibitions were
shed.

No one who ever saw the room for more than a few minutes ever forgot it
and no one who had ever stayed in the room for more than ten minutes ever
forgot it. Anyone staying up to ten minutes in the room spent the rest of
their lives walking around with the desire to go back  just once more 
and experience Leo McKern's rumpus room.

Few people ever saw the room. Those that did enjoyed it and contrived to
come back again. Each time it was different and more daring. It became like
an addiction and men found themselves bargaining their wife's bodies in
return for an invitation for an evening with the McKern's. Men were known
to shade business deals in a way that would please or aid Leo McKern in
order to wrangle an invitation.

But Leo couldn't be bought. The mere hint of a bribe and Leo became frosty
and aloof ever after. Excitement was the ticket to Leo. Offer him
excitement and he opened his house to you: nothing was forbidden.

Regular meetings were held among a certain select group. There were no
dues, no rules other than a few they agreed on, all of them had one thing
in common. Success. Each of the men were successful in their own fields.
All had this in common: they were young and attractive. Sensuously
oriented, it was only natural they found one another. Leo was the center
and silently acknowledged leader of the group. The meetings were held at 
his house, the evening was decided by him. At the last meeting he had
arrogantly promised them that be would supply the seduction of a young
couple, that the husband would be lying naked in what had become known as
"The Pit" and watch his wife being fucked in another room, watch his wife
in living color all over one wall or maybe all four, being fucked out of
her mind. He, Leo, he announced would personally be fucking the young wife.
"In one month," he had said. One month with Leo was exactly thirty days.

Now Leo found himself well underway when it came to fulfilling his master
plan. Bob would be there at the appointed time, Mona would see to that. All
that remained was to get Carol, luscious moral Carol Hunnicutt into the
romper room. That job fell to Leo and he was never more sure of anything in
his life.

Actually, he had planned very carefully. That, combined with his uncanny
ability to judge human nature, made Leo sure of Carol. From tapes he had
made of Mona and Bob he knew that Carol, despite her appearance, was a very
moral and inhibited girl. He also knew, from watching her at work, that she
was a very ambitious girl. She filled the job of manager beautifully. Leo
had watched her work the cars, taking orders in that revealing costume she
had to wear. Carol did not approve of showing so much of her body but she
did it. Moreover, when she knew that there was money to be made and places
to go with the McKern organization, her attitude changed. She flirted more
with the men even when they were with women, she bent lower at a car window
to take an order, revealing more cleavage and her walk from car to order
counter was something to see with her buttocks twitching provocatively back
and forth.

No, Carol was too ambitious and that, as far as Leo was concerned, was her
soft spot. For Leo, Carol was going to be easy. All he had to do was bide
his time.

First of all, he waited for the situation between them to get critical. He
knew it would and he was right.

When at home, Bob found he could be critical of Carol and get away with it
now that he had the upper hand financially. He felt that he was a young man
who was going to go places and if Carol wanted to come along, she'd better
snap to. The situation grew tense enough for Carol to give in on many
things. After all, he was her husband and he was obviously, overnight,
going places. Leo's judgment of Carol was true: she was ambitious and she
wanted to have money and things and excitement in her life. Bob now
represented those things.

So, even though she secretly resented Bob for making his success through
her boss, she decided to try and please him. After all, Leo must think a 
lot of him and it wouldn't be good business for Leo to see them divided. So
she gave in on any number of subjects except one: bed. At night. Bob had
taken to stripping naked in front of her and going to bed, brazen and
drunk. He could get rough when drunk and he demanded things of her and
alluded to other things that made Carol at once suspicious and frightened
and jealous. How did he know about such things? Was he having an affair
with some woman? What kind of woman would do the things be asked? Had he
finally given in and found a prostitute?

There were long hours when the two of them would lie side-by-side, wide
awake, staring up in the dark. Bob would try hard to control his black
fury, because his wife had spurned his advances and Carol would be lying
there feeling hurt and insulted and afraid he was going to try again. What
little love-making they managed was tense and unenjoyable for both of them,
over almost before it began with Carol's body stiff and unresponding and
Bob enraged with her seeming rejection of him.

Their home life built to the point of frosty insults and cold ignoring by
Bob. Carol put up with it and dreaded the day when he would leave her. It
was coming, she could feel it coming closer day by day.

For Bob, things weren't the same. Not even his success had the sweetness
to it that he imagined it would. Something was missing, something was
lacking. The whole world was changed from that first night with Mona. He
himself had changed. After one night with Mona, he knew that what had been
"normal" sex in the past would never appeal to him again.

Each meeting with Mona was harder than the last and, when he got away from
her, when he had time to think, his mind reeled under the impact of many
implications. Mona both disturbed and fascinated him. The woman was
obviously a nymphomaniac with some disturbing ideas yet she was the wildest
thing he had ever dreamt of in bed. He wondered if there were other women
like Mona? According to her easy answer, yes. As a matter of fact, she
offered to introduce him to some. She offered all kinds of things to him,
all sorts of perversions and delights. She offered to do anything he wanted
of her and she was aggressive and lewd, suggesting certain positions and
ideas: like getting women for him. She asked intimate and embarrassing
questions about his wife and their sex life. She even offered to invite him
to an orgy.

At first, there was no doubt in his mind that she was crazy, but she was
beautiful and she was hot. And, when she talked lewd, when she hinted at
things, he found himself getting hotter than he ever had before in his
whole life.

After awhile, just thinking about her and what they did together and what 
she offered to arrange, Bob found himself so hot, felt his crotch swell and
feel torrid, and he just had to get some relief. Turning to his wife,
gritting his teeth with passion, his head full of thoughts of Mona and what
they did together, he would hold Carol close, crush her against his naked
body and full throbbing cock with the blood pounding in the mushroom head
like it was going to burst and he would mutter a demand in her ear.

And she would stiffen.

And he would roll away and his hands would make tight, angry fists as he
fought back his rage and thought that Mona might be crazy but she sure knew
how to please a man and he would see her just once more just to get even
with Carol.

And Leo waited, patient observant of Carol when at the drive-in, watching
Bob keenly when they talked of insurance matters and getting reports from
Mona on how Bob was feeling.

Leo waited, patient biding his time and calling his shots perfectly. Just
when Bob had made up his mind to tell Carol he was moving out, Leo called.
He invited the two of them for a weekend at their home in L.A.. He hinted
at some more business. Naturally, business or not, Bob would go. He
accepted immediately.

Carol walked in the room just as he hung up. "Who was that?"

He looked at her steadily. "Leo. He wants us to come down and be their
guests in L.A. for the weekend. I said we'd come."

Carol didn't say anything. Somehow, it didn't seem right. She was full of
dread yet she nodded her head finally and said, "That will be nice."

CHAPTER SEVEN

As if to bear out her feelings of ill and had to come, Bob insisted on
stopping for dinner on the long drive to L.A. and having three martinis
with dinner. Later, they made another stop and Bob had two more before
continuing on to the McKern house.

Part of her dread vanished when she saw the house and surrounding grounds
Carol was easily impressed with wealth and money and she allowed Mona to
show them around the house on a kind of grand tour. She was impressed with
their wealth and with their taste, for each room seemed separate, to have a
personality all its own. Even the cellar romper room was different, being 
or looking oddly unfinished until Mona explained that the walls were used
for projecting movies.

Upstairs, on the patio, by the pool, they were served cocktails and were
surrounded by other guests of the McKern's. "This is just a little get
together of old friends, you might say," Mona explained, gesturing around.
"We all know one another and like to get together from time to time. So,
you two being the newcomers, you might say that this party is in your
honor."

"Yes," Leo agreed, looking at his wife and raising his glass. "I'll drink
to that. Let's make Bob and Carol our guests of honor. Everybody," Leo
said, turning to face the patio. "Can I have your attention for a moment?"
He stood, grinning first at Bob and then Carol before he turned back to the
group. "Here-they-are folks," he chanted imitating a carny barker, "Here
they are Bob and Carol and we're dedicating this little party to them.
They're the reason, the excuse, for this little get together."

There were cheers and handclaps and many a welcome as glasses were raised
and one voice called out, "Bob and Carol, huh? Where's Ted and Alice?"
There was general laughter and Bob thought he heard Leo say, "Later, later
for that."

Mona wandered off to see about something for the party with Bob watching
her walk with hard hungry eyes. Carol didn't notice because Leo took her by
the arm and led her away from Bob, introducing her to all the men around
the pool. There was something about the way the men looked at her and the
way they shook hands and the smile that spread slowly on their lips that
made her wonder again: a strange feeling of nervous concern hovered to the
surface ever so slowly. She looked around for Bob and saw him slouched
against the wall, over by the door leading inside, a drink in his hand,
talking to a couple. But Leo kept distracting her and leading her away from
Bob as he introduced her around the pool.

Most of the women seemed cool to her or they took in her young voluptuous
figure with a calculating eye.

Again, she had the feeling of anxiety and nameless fear and she looked
around again and saw Bob disappearing inside with Mona. Mona with a smile
on her face, looking up at her husband in a way that told her they were too
familiar. Bob was touching her, his arms slipping around her as they
quickly stepped out of sight!

Carol felt completely alone at that moment. She turned to Leo and read the
answer in his eyes. He, too, seemed alone and grave. "Carol," he said, his
tone formal and strange coming from him, "I must talk to you in private." 
He took her gently by the elbow and indicated the guest cottage down below
the pool. They walked the path single file, smiling at guests and then they
were inside and Leo was shutting the door against the talk and laughter and
music and they were alone. He indicated a chair with his hand and Carol sat
with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She sat primly, on the edge of the
chair, braced bravely for what he was going to say. "Carol," Leo began
again, very formally, "I have unfortunate proof that your husband has been
having an affair with my wife."

Bob followed Mona into the house, gaping around, a drink in his hand. He
was feeling a little high from the drinks on the road and he felt a little
reckless. "Hey, this is some place you got here. And all these people." He
followed her down the hall, not worried about Carol at all.

Mona, leading him down the hall suddenly stopped and whirled on him. She
was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress that was low cut and
allowed her breasts to bounce and shake like two orbs. In fact, the dress
gave the impression that it was ready to fall off at any moment. It seemed
imprinted on her flat stomach and clung like soft silk to her thighs and
buttocks. He could tell from the way that she moved, the silky freedom, the
sense of warm free flesh undulating under flimsy cloth, was overpowering.
She turned on him and ran her thigh between his legs and gently ground her
pelvis into his groin. "Hi ya, Tiger. God, have I missed you!"

"Same for me," he murmured, feeling her thigh, the soft warm inside of her
thigh rub between his legs and gently thrusting up against his crotch and
wiggling around and he smells her perfume and sees that bawdy look of
unfocussed lewdness in her eyes and he wants to drag her to the floor and
fuck her right there. Her skin is so white as he looks down at her breasts
which are half-free from the dress and they seem so creamy and full down to
where he could see the pinking of a nipple blushing pink against the black
dress. She was a beautiful exciting woman. She was crazy, and had no morals
at all but he was crazy about her and felt his cock swelling and jerking in
his pants and he turned to look over his shoulder, fearing someone might
see. Realizing his position and what would happen if Carol or Leo should
walk in, he cleared his throat and stepped back, taking a drink from his
glass.

Mona stood with her legs apart and her hips still thrust out and pumping
slowly and lewdly against the air. "Come on," she said in a husky voice,
grinning at him, looking at him with those dark eyelashes and bangs. Her
lips were red and wet. "Come on," she repeated, "Let's get somewhere
alone."

He made a vague gesture with his hand. "I can't. Carol, my wife, is around
somewhere."

Mona gave a throaty laugh and took him by the hand. "Don't worry, Leo's
going to keep her busy."

He held back. Something was too pat. Leo was going to keep Carol busy.
Why?

"Come on," Mona urged.

"No."

"Why?" she asked, the smile still on her face but a cold edge to her
voice.

"It wouldn't look right. I mean if we were gone too long."

Mona cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with a sexy sideways glance. "I
haven't seen you in days. I've been thinking about you for days. All I want
to do is show you something. Don't worry." She squeezed his hand and led
him through the house. "I just want to show you something. That's all."

She led him down a narrow flight of carpeted steps and he had to blink in
order to see and he stepped carefully and found himself standing in the
romper room. He smiled politely, ready to say something nice like, "Oh,
it'll be swell when its finished," when he saw Mona walk over behind what
looked like a control panel.

She stood facing him, looking up through her lashes at him, smiling, as he
took in the room and she dimmed the lights down until the room was black
and he watched her half-hidden voluptuous figure disappear in the inky
black. He stood silent for a few uncomfortable seconds and again was about
to speak when he saw a light behind him glowing out of the corners of his
eyes. He swung around and gasped, almost spilling his drink.

One rectangular wall had leaped to life in blazing color and Bob was
looking at a huge blown-up movie, he was looking at a close up of a cunt
and he could see the pink fluted edges moist with desire as they writhed
and the thighs loomed huge and sensuous, spread out on the wall and he
could see the long muscles stand out as the hips pumped and did a slow
rotating bump and grind and the slit of the cunt, so big up there on the
wall, moving with such a hypnotic rhythm as it grew larger and the soft
pubic hair, curled around the edges of the cunt which seemed to spread its
lips and glisten in the light. He could plainly see the clitoris, looking
as if it had been coated in transparent oil, waver and throb with
excitement.

Low music filled the room in a soft cool stereo effect, coming from wall
to wall and even from behind him as the wall next to him leaped to life and
he saw the thick mushrooming head of a prick fill it and he stood watching
the sheath being slowly slipped back as the blood-throbbing cock seemed to
fill the wall and yearn to get at the next wall at the undulating and
writhing cunt.

"Look behind you," Mona said, her voice blending in with the sensuous
music as she slipped to his side and he looked again at the wall where the
cunt was moving in a well-oiled and regular beat, the beat that would
climax in a wild passion that would collapse into a shouldering orgasm. He
couldn't take his eyes off the wall where the cunt was glistening in
excitement now and the cords of the thighs were straining and standing out.
At Mona's urging, he tore his eyes away and looked at the wall behind him
to see them filled with the most lovely buttocks he had ever seen. He
stood, open mouthed, watching as the naked buttocks slowly tensed and
bunched then slowly, teasingly, undulated up and down. Then, as he sank on
a sofa that Mona led him to, he saw giant fingers come down over the firm
twin cheeks of the buttocks and slowly spread the deep shadowed crevice
until her anus was bared to his gaze.

Mona was unzipping his fly and groping for his cock as he looked at the
rubbery anus so puckered and tight and tiny in the middle of a perfect pair
of buttocks spread wide apart. He leaned back in the couch, his drink still
in his hand, his body lewdly relaxed. To hell with Carol, everything could
wait. He winced as Mona pulled his rock hard cock free and he felt it hot
and throbbing in her hand. To hell with everything, this was too much to
miss!

He stared at the three walls, turning slowly from one to another while
Mona stroked his cock up and down in a slow maddening rhythm. On one wall
the cunt writhed wild and madly, begging for some satisfaction while on the
next wall a cock loomed larger, yearning to get at the cunt while on the
third wall the fingers inched forward and around the arms, slowly expanding
the tiny puckered nether ring. He felt his cock pulsating in her hand as
she stroked up and down. He looked at her with half-closed eyes and
realized his breath was coming hot and heavy through his nostrils. If
nothing else mattered, he had to have some satisfaction! Mona smiled at him
and bent her head forward, her dark hair falling forward and half
concealing her face. He had just the right angle to see her red tongue lick
wetly out and just flick over the opening of his cock and he jerked on the
couch and jutted his groin up toward her face as he looked wildly around
the room.

The fourth wall!

Just as he looked, at the fourth wall he felt the wet warm mouth full of
endless pleasure close over the heated hard head of his cock. The wall
blinked into life in color and he saw a scene. On the wall he saw a man who
sat looking at a music book, oblivious of what was happening on the other
three walls and in the room as Bob looked down and saw the bobbing head of
Mona working over his ramrod cock in the flickering light and it only added
to his lewd excitement and he could feel cum gathering smokily his balls.
He looked at the wall again. The man's preoccupation with the book soon
became evident. A close-up showed he had photographs hidden in the music
book, photographs of nude men and women in various positions. He was
looking at one of a woman sucking a cock and his eyes closed in obvious
pleasure.

With a groan, Bob let his drink spill to the floor and his hands tangled
in Mona's carefully coffered hair and his hips pumped lewdly in and out as
his head fell back and he looked around at the walls of the room and felt
his cock wet and lubricated in Mona's mouth. It was only then that he fully
noticed that the ceiling was one huge mirror and he was seeing the movies
reflected over again. He moaned his delight as he saw the wall with the
cunt reflected as fingers now sawed in and out of the flaccid and
well-lubricated cunt as it danced and writhed in front of him.

He turned to the wall with the man as Mona settled into a slow pulling
rhythm. The man was responding to a knock at a door and getting up and
letting a young girl come in the room. She was a lovely girl, one of those
girls who mature and ripen early in life. She was dressed in a short
mini-skirt of some kind and carded some books. It was obvious from the
pantomime that followed that the girl had come for a music lesson and the
teacher as signed her some songs to learn, sitting the girl at the table
then left the room. The girl, pretended to study then took the instructors
book to check something. The photographs spilled out on the table and the
camera showed her sudden shocked reaction and she put the photos away with
horror written all over her face.

With a slight sound, sucking hard, Mona let his cock slip from her mouth
and she smiled at it, giving it an extra squeeze and sliding the foreskin
back until it was taut. She got to her knees and boldly pulled her dress up
around her waist revealing her total nakedness underneath and her softly
curling triangle of black pubic hair.

She pushed him further out on the couch so that he could see her
straddling his waist in the mirror above while he watched the movies all
around him. He saw Mona leaning forward and her firm white buttocks jutting
out as she pulled the dress up around her waist.

Bob felt he was close to having the strongest orgasm of his life. What 
they were doing was so insane and dangerous yet he was so hot that he
thought the hell with Leo, he must know about it, to hell with him he's
crazy and so's his wife, to hell with them and to hell with Carol! He felt
a wild lewd jubilation as he looked down and saw Mona with her thighs
spread, reaching down with one hand and holding his hard cock in place
while she lowered her moist, wide splayed cunt down in his excitedly
waiting cock head and began to squirm it wetly around.

The young girl on the wall went back to her studies yet the camera showed
the emotions on her face. Horror changed to curiosity and curiosity mounted
until it got the better of her. She took the pictures out of the song book
and began quickly and feverishly to glance at each one, looking at the door
from time to time.

She began to slowly shuffle through the pack of pictures. Close ups showed
the various positions of intercourse the subjects in the pictures were in.
The camera switched to the girls face, showing wide-eyed amazement in their
expressions. The camera remained focused on her face as a slow change came
over her expression. Her emotions changed from one of amazement to
excitement. Her eyes drooped and dilated and showed the smoky haze of
passion drift through them. She began breathing hard and the camera swung
low under the table so that it looked right up between her legs. She had
pulled her skirt up slightly and had inserted her finger under the leg band
of her nylon panties. He could see as the camera moved in close that she
was softly stroking the wet little slip of her vagina.

Bob felt his buttocks tense and his whole body grow taut and tingle as
Mona slowly, teasingly, lowered herself onto his cock until it sunk up
between her open thighs to the hilt. She squatted over him with her dress
pulled up to her slim waist, her tongue sticking out lewdly as she began to
wiggle her hips slowly as she took all her wild attractive weight on her
thighs.

She was astride him, naked from the waist down and her breasts were
half-billowing out of her dress as she began to undulate around, his shaft
buried to the hilt in her tight not cunt. He could feel her constricting
her inner vaginal muscles as the softly nibbling lips tensed and tightened
spasmodically around his shaft.

His half-closed and smoky eyes looked at the screen. The girl was reacting
in horror as she whirled and saw that the door was open and the instructor
had caught her looking at the pictures and fingering herself. He grabbed
her roughly by the arm and marched her over to a couch in the corner where
he pulled her down across his knees. Her legs kick wildly behind her as he
lifted her skirt up over the soft round globes of her buttocks looking like
twin virgins and began spanking her through the panties with the palm of 
his hand. The girl kicked and screamed under the harsh pounding of the
tutor, her scantily covered little buttocks quivering piteously under each
cruel blow.

The camera showed a close up of the music teacher's face then a close up
of her buttocks again where his hand could be seen drawing the flimsy white
panties down over their delicious young firmness.

The panties are torn off as the girl pleads over her shoulder to him. The
teacher is in a fine lewd rage and he shoves her to the floor and stalks to
the table where the pictures lie. He goes back to the girl who cowers
before him as he holds out first one picture and the next and makes demands
and threats of exposure to the girl. The girl quakingly agrees and they
both strip naked, the man's penis standing out like a thick tree stump.

The girl's body is young and lovely and fully developed. She stands with
her arms folded in front of her huge, firmly shaped young breasts, trying
to hide them. At his instruction, she's made to sit naked on the edge of a
cushion on a big easy chair and, at his insistence, she's made to drape her
legs up and out over either arm. He knelt down between her wide spread
thighs with the camera zeroing in for a close up of her cunt just over the
top of his head. He reached forward placing a thumb on either side of the
narrow hair-lined slit and spread the tender lips slowly apart exposing the
moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tight cunt. The camera zoomed in
closer and one whole wall became her tiny clitoris as it throbbed gently in
the air just above the tight elastic cuntal opening.

Bob almost leaped out of his skin. A door opened, cutting a block
rectangle in the thigh of the girl on one wall and people came into the
room! He started to struggle up, taking Mona with him.

Mona shushed him and forced him down on his back, leaning over him with a
lewd smile. "It's all right. Just some people come to join the show," she
whispered, leaning way over him so that her breast burst free from the
dress and he saw her nipple taut and dark in the flickering light and he
saw shadows move, saw couples sink on couches and he looked in the ceiling
mirror and saw naked thighs and breasts as bodies writhed and almost
blended with the action in the movies on all the walls.

Mona began moving up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm as she undid
his tie and shirt and slowly helped him out of some of his clothes as he
turned his attention back to the movie on the fourth wall. He looked just
as the man's head moved forward toward the moist pink slit he was parting
with his thumbs and fingers. There was a profile view now of his face and
the girl's vagina with the tiny, reddish clitoris still quivering from her
undulating and restless excitement. The man's tongue snaked out and the tip
swiped slowly across the throbbing flesh sending the now-wet bud into a
jerking hardness that brought groans of delight from those watching in the
room.

Bob looked up in the mirror to see Mona rising and falling over his spread
eagle body and he saw a naked blonde sprawled obscenely on another couch
smile back at him in the mirror and he wondered if she were real or another
movie? It didn't matter, nothing mattered as he felt his testicles swelling
with a huge pool of cum and he turned his attention back to the fourth
wall.

The man teased the cunt wetly for a moment with his tongue running up and
down the full length of the widely spread slit bringing contorted and
uncontrollable expressions of joy to the girl's face that could now be seen
in the camera. The girl wrapped her hands in the man's thick black hair and
the muscle's in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his
face forward with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her
hips began a slow hard grinding up against his face as he sunk his tongue
with a sudden lizard-like thrust deep into the tightness of her clasping
cunt. She was now a raw quivering mass of desire and writhed and twisted
like a slow moving belly dancer under the man's hot probing tongue.

Bob's hands pawed at her black cocktail dress and he, helped her out of
it, Mona pulling it over her head as her pure round white breasts burst
free with the nipples tight and pointing upwards. Brazenly, she cupped them
in her hands as she looked around the room from astride Bob's cock like she
was nakedly riding some young charger that bucked out of control under her.

Bob seized her hips in his hands and squeezed as he flung his head from
side to side and began fucking up into her. This was going to be some
night. To hell with Carol and any one woman again! To hell with Mona and
Leo! For once in his life he was going to act full-out and the devil take
the consequences. He was going to fuck his way through an orgy and be
responsible later. With a wild, elating glee, he realized he didn't have to
be responsible! That was the beauty of it! That was what was so hot and
wild about Mona!

His lingers dug possessively into her naked flesh as he grinned up at her
in a wild and barbarous way.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"I don't believe you!" Carol was defiant, trembling, the words spilling
out. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she seemed to be seeing Leo through a 
goldfish bowl as the tears spilled over and coursed down her cheeks. She
stood near the door, her fists clenched white. "Bob would never do a thing
like that, never!"

"I have proof," Leo said in a deadly calm voice as he tried to conceal the
pleasure he was feeling as he watched Carol wiggling on the hook, ready to
be reeled in. "You're no fool, Carol," he said as he laid his portable tape
recorder on the coffee table and motioned for her to sit down. From
outside, around the pool came the faint and fading noise of the party that
was going on. "I thought I could spare you this but I guess there's no way.
I've suspected my wife for some time and I've taken the precaution of
having her watched when I'm out of town on business. I won't say anymore,
I'll let the tape tell you the story."

Carol sat down again on the edge of the chair, wiping her eyes on a
handkerchief that was silently offered by Leo. She licked her lips and
looked at the small tape recorder apprehensively as Leo pressed a button
and sat back in his chair, never taking his eyes from her face.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and
the soft sibilant rustling of sheets as bodies thrashed around.

Then she heard a female voice say, "Mmmmmm I like my men well built."
There was the tingle of ice and the splashing of soda water. The woman's
voice asked, "You like me, don't you?"

"Yeah."

Carol grew rigid in the chair. The voice did sound like Bob's,
unmistakably like his baritone pitch.

"You like my body?" came the female whisper over the tape recorder. "You
like my body?" the voice insisted.

"Yeah."

It was as if Carol reacted to an electric jolt. That had to be Bob.

"Then look!"

There was a long pause in which the tape seemed empty before what she now
recognized as Mona McKern's voice laughed and asked, "Doesn't your wife
greet you like that every night? I thought all wives did that."

Carol closed her eyes and set her jaw as Mona's voice came in a whisper
from the tape. "I wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."

"Me too."

Again her body reacted as if shocked. It so clearly Bob's voice.

"Does she undress you?"

"Who?"

"Your wife, does she undress you?"

"Huh? No. She"

The knuckles on Carol's fists were white as she fought for self-control.
Leo had never taken his eyes from her face and still kept his gaze on her,
watching her every movement as he leaned forward to click the recorder off.
He sat back in his chair and took out a cigarette. "Heard enough?" he asked
in his direct rough way.

Carol shook her head like she was trying desperately to wake up from a bad
nightmare. "No, it's some trick! You got his voice and put it with your
wife's. It's some kind of trick. Bob would never do that!" She looked at
him with wild desperation in her eyes. She had to believe that.

Leo smiled at her for a moment, a long moment before speaking. When he
spoke his voice was low and calm. It was so low she had to strain to hear
him.

"Now I'm going to tell you a few facts of life. You're all alone in this
world. We all are baby. It's all up to you what you make out of it. Don't
blame anybody else. You can't really trust anybody. Putting your trust in
somebody is too big a responsibility to ask. Now I thought rd spare you
some pain but I see that reality is going to come hard to you. Now you're
going to hear more." He leaned forward and snapped the machine on and the
spools started slowly turning once again.

"God you're beautiful naked."

Carol closed her eyes in despair. No matter what, it was his voice and it
was her husband saying it.

"You're not bad yourself. In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."

"I'm not all that young, I'm almost as old as you."

Carol sat listening to her husband's voice with that of Mona McKern and 
sensed the realness of the tape for they sounded like they were in a
bedroom and naked. She heard all the words and they seemed to scald her
skin.

"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?"

"Enough."

It seemed that all her confidence and belief and ego was stripped away and
she caught her breath as she heard Mona ask, "Is your wife hot?"

Bob's reply was the crusher. "No, she's got a lot of hang-ups."

The words seemed to burn in the air like a damning accusation. A lot of
hang-ups! To be so betrayed! Tears smarted in her eyes as the tape went on
and she heard Mona ask, "You want to fuck me don't you?"

"Yes, God yes, I want to."

The hoarse and hotly excited voice of Bob was too much. Raising her hand
weakly, she signaled Leo who leaned forward and turned off the machine. He
sat back and glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and he
had her almost where he wanted her.

"That," he said quietly, "Is that what your husband is really like."

Carol made an effort to pull herself together. She looked at Leo for the
first time. His face was hard and flinty. "What are you going to do about
it?"

"The question is what are we going to do about it?" he answered.

"We?"

"Yes, you and me. Are you going to let him get away with this?"

"No." In truth she was too miserable to know what she was going to do. She
had no idea what to do. Divorce? Separation? What? How could she ever go to
bed with him again? A flush spread over her face as she looked at Leo and
heard again the words "too many hang-ups". He had to say that! He had to
put her down! He made love to her with contempt in his heart!
Inexperienced! Now his vulgar suggestions and rough ways made sense! He
would consort with whores and then have the nerve to put her down as "too
hung-up"!

A great female rage swept over her and she gritted her teeth as she 
thought and felt how much she would like to get even with him. Her eyes
narrowed as she thought: All right, Mr. Robert Hunnicutt, we'll see who's
not hot!

Yes! Her grin was savage as she looked at the older rugged face of Leo who
was watching her so carefully, gauging her mood. "What can we do?" she
asked, her eyes wild and livid.

They leaned close together, fellow conspirators, their heads almost
touching as Leo's voice dropped even lower and became more confidential.
"Okay. Lot's of things we could do. Plenty of time to do some of them. But,
more than anything, what do you want to do?" He paused then answered his
own question. "Get even, right?"

"Yes!" Carol said, feeling a thirst and lust for revenge course through
her body. More than a divorce, more than any kind of settlement, more than
watching him squirm, in court, more than demanding and getting a large
alimony, she wanted to humiliate him or confront him in some way and hurt
him back the way he had hurt, her by betraying her with another woman! More
than having sex, he downgraded her by saying she was "in effect, not a
normal woman".

"Okay," Leo went on, "Here's one way we can get even. Catch them together.
Right now, tonight. Right here."

Carol's eyes widened and a kind of fear and thrill ran through her: "What
do you mean?"

"Well" Leo paused and looked at her before grinning. His grin broadened
and he finally sat back in his seat, saying, "Naw, it would be too much for
you."

"What?" Carol again felt that fear-thrill run through her body and make
her nerve ends tingle alive.

Leo waved a hand. "Naw, you couldn't do it."

"Do what?" Carol persisted, hers female curiosity up to the boiling point.

He leaned forward again. "My wife asked me to get lost while she shows Bob
our romper room." He sat back as if he had told her something important.

She thought he was implying something by his tone but didn't catch it.
"And you agreed?"

He spread his hands. "Yes, I thought perhaps we could catch them."

Her head tilted to one side as she asked, "What's in the romper room?"

"Movies. My wife likes movies."

"What kind of movies?" she asked, suspicious, feeling anger and the great
raging desire for revenge welling up in her again.

"Pornographic. And that's why I don't think you could take it. They're
hard core stuff and I don't think you could take it because it's rough and
you can't help but seeing it. I mean the room's dark and the walls are the
movies. My idea was that we could slip in and catch them in the act. Just
think of it, really getting the goods on them! Catch them in the act and
shame them." He sighed and shook his head. "But I don't think you could do
it. You're not up to it."

His comment seemed to sting as much, if not more than Bob saying she was
"not hot". What did people think she was? Did they think they could treat
her any old way? She looked at Leo with her eyes smoky and half closed. The
fools! She knew what she was doing when she worked on the job and wiggled
when she walked. She knew what they were thinking! Did they think she was
blind and stupid? It was written all over their faces! Did Leo think she
was some stupid child to be manipulated, to be put-down?

She put her hands on her hips and her heart beat wildly as she heard her
voice say, "I want to do that. Catch him in the act. I want to see his
face."

Leo wearily shook his head, a masterful actor, reeling Carol in slowly.
"No. Naw. It's a great idea but you'd never make it. You'd never be able to
cope with one of those movies. Sorry I brought it up."

"I'm going to go and you'll take me!" She was defiant.

"No."

"Don't talk down to me! First you tell me about Bob then you come up with
a plan then you back out. Listen, I took what was on that tape, I'll take
what's in that room. Let me be the judge. Don't treat me like some little
girl."

He looked up at her and laughed. "You got spunk."

"Darn right I do. I can take those pictures. In fact," and she felt a wild
smile trying to form itself on her lips, "I've always wanted to see one."

Leo clapped his hands together and got up, walking to the bar with his
back to Carol, a look of wild ironic amusement on his face. She had been
easier than he thought. "All right," he said over his shoulder, "Remember
you insisted on it." He swung behind the bar and poured Scotch over crushed
ice, saying, "And I insist on a good stiff drink before we go. Now look,
she's probably running a quick show for him so, if the room is dark, we
just dart in and sit down quick. All four walls are movies and it's
difficult to see anyone else in the room. Give your eyes a few minutes to
adjust. If you move fast, they'll probably think we're other guests."

"Guest?" Carol was puzzled.

"People come from all over to see those movies. Mona won't mind if someone
else is present while she makes love to Bob. In fact, she prefers it."

"P p prefers?" Carol stammered, suddenly lewd and abandoned visions
dancing through her confused mind.

Thrusting her drink at her, he went to the door of the cabana and opened
it, looking out. "Not so many people. Guess they're drifting downstairs.
We'd better get in there before it gets too rough." He glanced at his
watch, downed a generous portion of his drink and indicated by gesture that
Carol had better do the same thing.

Carol's head was swimming and her ego reeling from under the shock of what
she had learned in the last half hour. In her mind's eye, she could see
Mona and Bob disappearing into the house with Mona's dark face looking up
at his in a lewd intimate grin. Bob was half-drunk already from all that he
had drunk on the road and a fresh drink was in his hand. She herself was
feeling the effects of the drinks Bob insisted she have with him and now
she gulped at the straight whiskey and felt it sear its way into her
stomach.

In the next, two minutes, things happened too fast for her to think. In
exactly one hundred and sixty seconds, she found that she had finished her
drink and stood with her heart pounding from fear and excitement  she was
going to see something forbidden, dirty films, and she was going for a
moral reason, to confront her husband with his lying and immoral conduct 
and stood watching her boss, Leo McKern pour them two fast, stiff drinks
and catching her breath, she drank the glass dry. All, two drinks, in
exactly two minutes.

Now there seemed to be no time to lose and Leo had her by the hand leading
 practically dragging  her around the pool and into the house and down
endless halls until they came to a flight of dimly lit, carpeted stairs. He
led her down swiftly and she lost her footing in the dark and fell forward 
with Leo expertly catching her, in his strong big hands. His hands cupped
under her breasts and she felt them squeeze the firmly rounded mounds under
her bra and she felt them swell and her nipples grow taut with a guilty
kind of excitement.

"Are you all right?" he whispered.

She caught her breath and nodded, backing off but he still held her firmly
under the breasts. She was still off balance and they thrust out so and
bunched together, making a cleavage that was round and deep and fleshy.

In a whisper, he explained. "I'll peek in first. Then, if it's all right,
well slip in. It's important we get in fast and sit down. Understand?"

Carol caught her breath again and nodded. She was feeling so giddy and so
what? Wild? Insane? She didn't know. She didn't know what to believe she
was trusting a man she had every right not to trust. Yet, he seemed so
direct and honest.

With his back to her, he opened the door a crack, peered, then turned to
her and seized her hand in an iron grip and he pulled her into a room full
of darkness and light and music.

She pitched forward, following and hanging on to her host. The room was
hot and light seemed to flicker and jump across her dress and bare arms and
legs. She felt dizzy and couldn't feel her fooling and was grateful when
they sank to the floor and she felt the solid comfort of a thick shag rug
under her.

For the first time she looked up. Prior, she had been too busy trying to
see her fooling in the jumping and flickering darkness. Now, she sat
staring wild-eyed at a wall.

A man and a girl were naked and the girl was sitting on the edge of an
easy chair with her legs swung over the arms of the chair and her vagina
was exposed and wide-open and glistening wetly as the man pulled his head
away and climbed up on the chair and kneeling on the arms of the chair with
a giant erection held in one hand as he rubbed the wet lubricated head
against the girl's flaccid lips.

Carol gasped and jumped, pressing against Leo's big muscular frame
involuntarily as she watched the wall. Never before had she seen anything
like this and she was too amazed to do anything as Leo put an arm around
her while his hand fell carelessly over one breast. "Act like you're
enjoying it," he hissed, "Or you'll call attention to us!"

She looked, wide eyed, as the girl in the movie  the camera moving in for
a close-up, languidly opened her mouth and let the man, with a flick of his
hips, slide the huge blood filled head deep within her hot wet mouth. He
began pumping his hips lewdly and her lips hollowed and expanded with each
stroke he made into her mouth as she sucked with a slow, gentle sucking
motion. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her
ovaled lips as he drew back and then disappeared back inside as he slid it
gently forward again. He began a rhythmic sawing, back and forth, never
quite drawing it out all the way but leaving the tip just inside the warm
lubricious moistness of her mouth. The girl seemed to like what she was
doing and her hands reached between his widespread thighs and cradled his
testicles in her hands. She stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously
at the thrusting cock which was swelling as it picked up the rhythm. From a
close-up profile shot, it appeared as a thick wet glistening piston of
flesh moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips that
were sucking now to get more and more of the shaft into her mouth.

Carol closed her eyes and put a hand to her head. Surely this was all a
wild dream and she would soon awaken. People didn't do things like that to
each other.

A warning squeeze from Leo made her sit up. She looked away from the wall
to see another movie. Quickly she swiveled her head around and saw that
they were in a room of movies. All the walls had images flickering on them.
On one wall were giant red lips licked by a wet tongue that flicked out
over the deep blood filled head of a cock. Bare buttocks were on another
wall, inviting displayed and quivering as an unseen man's hand crept over
them.

They seemed to be in a virtual pit of depravity as she noticed the ceiling
for the first time and saw the films reflected there.

Her head swimming, breathing heavily through her mouth, she tore her eyes
from the walls and looked around the room, her eyes growing accustomed to
the light. They were sitting on the floor next to a couch and suddenly, in
the dim light that seemed to play such trucks with vision, Carol made out
the most voluptuous and lewd sight she had ever seen.

They were sitting right next to a black leather couch and three naked
bodies were crouched and lying on it! No movie, no piece of celluloid, but
real human beings! A girl and two men. The girl was a blonde with a buxom
body, full and naked and sprawled wantonly on the couch. She was lying on
her back with her legs in the air and her hands under her buttocks making
it easier to shove them upward. Her head was off the couch and she allowed
her long blonde hair to flow to the floor and the nape of her neck allowed
her head to bend back until she was viewing the room upside down.

Carol saw her livid naked torso not more than a stretched-arm's length
away. Her body glistened with sweat and her breasts, which were heavy,
huge, and ripe, sprawled out, their nipples pointing to the ceiling as she
let her head hang over the end of the couch. Crouched on his knees was a
hairy man who held his cock out for the girl's open mouth. Horrified,
fascinated, Carol watched it slide in the girl's mouth, hear her give a
muffled moan and saw her long nails sink into the hard flesh of his
buttocks as she reached around and pulled his cock deeper into her upside
down mouth and make a hungry little slurping sound as she sucked.

Her long legs waved up in the air and another man, naked, with a thick
throbbing cock, seized her loins and cupped her buttocks in his hands and
lifted them in the air as he knelt on the couch, his thighs spread wide and
rammed his penis home in her openly waiting young cunt.

Carol sat with her lips wet and her mouth open, her breath shallow and
swift as she watched the girl's nakedly sweating body writhe and undulate
and twist and bump and slither in a paroxysm of lewd joy and unrestrained
wantonness. Her body undulated, setting a rhythm for the men, the two men,
who fucked her at either end. The men were sweating profusely as they
gripped her body and let their rough hands run over her breasts and maul
them as she writhed and bucked, thrusting her hips up obscenely and sucking
at the same time so that her cheeks looked hollowed and dark.

Carol found herself stimulated beyond belief. The alcohol freed enough of
her mind to allow a few idle thoughts and she found herself watching the
girl's body with half closed eyes and she felt she had to move on the
floor, spread her legs and resettle her weight for her cunt felt moist and
the lips were swelling.

"I see them!" Leo hissed in her ear. "They're across the room."

"W-what are they doing?" she whispered back in a voice that shook as she
kept her eyes on the grinding pelvis of the girl on the couch and the thick
glistening cock that was fucking in and out of her cunt and increasing
strength and tempo.

"I can't see. They're on a couch. They're looking this way!" Quickly he
turned his head away and put one hand on her knee, whispering, "They'll
think we're one of the crowd."

Carol sat frozen, feeling his hand hot on her knee and it seemed to be
slipping a little higher. Her breath was coming rapidly against the
swirling heat she felt deep in her own loins as she watched the man
kneeling by the couch seize the girl's throat in his hands as he fucked 
deeper into her throat, his teeth bared white in the dim light as he
mercilessly ravaged her body. He muttered to himself as he leaned over her,
his cock rammed all the way and pinched the nipples on her breasts and let
his hands slide down her stomach to her pubic hair which was wet from sweat
and desire as a cock rammed itself home. Carol saw her body being violated
and ravaged in every way as both men grew wilder and more cruel and she
watched as the one kneeling on the couch reached down with one hand and
shoved his finger into her cunt, stretching the fluted lips even more and
began sawing in and out in time with his cock.

They now seemed a heaving, undulating sweaty mass and Carol felt dizzy and
lightheaded as she watched with lust-glazed eyes and her own cunt throbbed
with excitement and desire and the room seemed so hot she could barely
breath and she thought she felt the first shudder of her own corn washing
over her body as she trembled in Leo's arms and for an instant thought a
very naughty yet exciting thought: I'd like to be that girl!

She slumped back in Leo's arms and he let her fall gently to the floor and
she found herself looking up at the ceiling where she could see everything
going on in the room by 'only' moving her eyes instead of her head. They
were indeed in a pit of depravity as she saw naked limbs all over the room
as the movies went on, changing, showing new scenes of depravity. She
panted for her breath as she watched one wall where two naked girls were
pulling the clothes from a young man and the two of them seized his cock
the moment it was free and all three lay on the floor, the two naked girls
lying with their feet toward the camera and spreading their legs wide to
show their hungrily waiting vaginal slits as they took turns sucking on the
man's rapidly rising cock.

She blinked and tried to focus her attention and gaze on something that
wasn't a cock or cunt or writhing pair of buttocks. It was horrible, it was
unholy, it was terrible, it was exciting, it was obscene, and it was making
her body throb and feel more alive than it had in years! Her nerves were
singing with a sweet fury of their own and she felt her loins move and
writhe as she felt a growing demand and yearning deep in her crotch.

The insanity of the whole place was too much for her and finally she
thought she would faint as she found the one place in the room she could
look without seeing naked flesh: at the face of Leo McKern.

It was then that she knew. Leo had her, had her here on the floor and he
was leaning over her and the grin on his face was close to being savage as
he looked down. Leo had to know all about his wife! He had to approve! It
was all so obvious! It was all a trick! She felt his hand sliding up her
knee and it felt so powerful and warm on her flesh and he whispered down,
his voice harsh, "Just doing this so they'll think we're part of the 
crowd."

Carol lay still, sprawled, her arms on the floor above her head as she
felt him pull her skirt up. Such a feeble lie, such a stupid trick. She
didn't move at all as his hand slid up, only her lips breaking into the
beginning of a lewd smile as she thought: wouldn't it be dirty and exciting
to pretend to neck with him, let him do what he wanted?

It was as maddening thought that stirred even deeper desire in her and she
turned her gaze away so that he couldn't see the lust growing in her face
and she saw a couple on the floor next to her and the girl straddling the
man, swinging her leg wide with the knee high so that all the opening of
her cunt showed and the soft fleshy lips gaped over the smooth rubbery
head. She held the pose for an obscene moment, rubbing the head up and down
the glistening length of her cunt before she lowered her knee and squatted
over the cock and squeezed her buttocks together.

Again she grinned as her body shuddered as his hand slid up the inside of
her thigh and she thought: it would be so dirty and so thrilling to pretend
to do whatever he wanted because they were looking. Again she looked up at
Leo. "What are they doing now?" she breathed as she felt his hand higher,
to the tender part of her thigh just before her vagina and a dark thrilling
shudder ran through her body. She could show them all what it meant to be
lewd!

Leo looked then bent down to whisper in her ear and she felt his body heat
and sensed his massive strength. Never before had her nerves been so aware!
"She's sucking him off!" he whispered in her ear.

Again she felt a powerful dark shudder run through her body so that she
had to clench her teeth. In a moment, he was going to put his hand on her
panties! She was sure of it! And it was such a dirty and thrilling position
to be in.

Yet, a shred of sanity fled through her mind. Bob. If Bob was doing it, if
Bob was with Mona and having sex, then it would be all right. She had to
know and she had to see. She rose up on one elbow, staring up into the
mirror. Leo seemed to know what she wanted without a word being exchanged.
He directed her gaze to one corner of the mirror where she saw Bob naked,
sprawled lewdly and wantonly on a couch with Mona's widely ovaled lips
locked tightly around his hardened penis, her face hidden by her falling
black hair.

Carol closed her eyes for a moment and fought to control her breathing.
The onslaught to her senses were too much and she found that she didn't
want to keep her eyes shut, couldn't in fact, keep them shut as she opened 
them again and let her gaze wander from one erotic scene to the next. The
buxom blonde was still naked on the couch. The two men had come in her
mouth and cunt and fallen away to rest leaving her lying exhausted, her
hips sprawled obscenely open as her own fingers spread the ravaged
glistening lips of her cunt and two of them began sawing slowly and surely
in and out of her cunt as her lips pursed and her eyes closed and her hips
began a slow lewd grind. The tips of her thumbs teased her clitoris between
them as she worked her way toward her own orgasm as the men and Carol
watched. One of the men let his gaze slip to Carol's body and she felt
still another surge of lasciviousness.

Then she felt Leo's hand on her cunt.

She felt it hot and heavy, separated from her cunt only by the flimsy
tight band of her panties. She thrilled, thinking she was allowing another
man to touch her where no other man but her husband ever had and she was
loving the feeling! Her body throbbed, alive with excitement and desire as
his fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. She didn't move a muscle as
he began to apply pressure as his hand rubbed slowly up and down.

Her eyelids fluttered as she suddenly discovered she had more nerves in
her body than she had ever suspected before and each and every one of them
was throbbing as the fingers rubbed up and down the band of the panties and
she felt her vaginal lips swelling and forming, spreading themselves to
reveal her cunt and she felt her anus spring alive with a wild feeling and
desire. He could do anything he wanted with her!

She lay on the floor and saw herself in the ceiling mirror, her dress up
around her hips and a man, a virtual stranger, was touching her in a way
that not even her husband had! He was crooking his finger under the hand
and she could feel his nail dig into her pubic-hair-covered flesh. All it
had to do was move a quarter of an inch more and his finger would be in her
excitedly moistened cunt.

And she wanted him to do it! Everywhere she looked people were fucking and
sucking, behaving in such an abandoned wanton way and she saw the tight
naked buttocks of her husband Bob in the ceiling mirror as he rolled on top
of Mona on the couch and his hips began pumping lewdly in and out!

The image jarred at her and burned into her feverish mind. There was her
husband, not more than twenty feet away, making love to another woman! And
above her, the face of Leo McKern was smiling, almost triumphantly at her
as his finger rubbed up and down one vaginal lip, moving ever closer to the
moist slit that now throbbed and pulsed hotly in anticipation and
excitement.

A cruel careless tug by his finger and the panties were pulled down low on
her hips and his finger now had the space and freedom to roam. With a low
moan, Carol committed herself for ever as she slid her legs apart in a lazy
sluttish way, allowing him more freedom to do whatever he wished with her
body.

It became an orgy, a bacchanalia as Carol felt herself in a dream world of
electric thrills as she looked into the ceiling-mirror and saw other men
surrounding her now, their hands touching her body, pawing and clawing at
her clothing, pulling a shoulder free that hollowed under the clavicle and
billowed out, announcing the mountains of her breasts. She gasped, giddy,
light-headed, her eyes almost out of focus as she saw hands pulling down on
her dress and her breast leaped free: firm white flesh that seemed swollen
and dotted by her pink nipple that was taut and upright like tiny pebbles
as she saw it in the ceiling mirror and watched, her body sending out a
shuddering gasp, as warm fingers closed over the oval nipple and squeeze it
sending heated spasms of pleasure swirling down into her groin.

The hands were twisting and turning her body so that she couldn't always
see in the mirror, undressing her, handling her body in any way they wished
and there was a reckless heat growing up around the men as they began to
press one another to get to her lovely body. She was turned once again to
see herself lying on the floor surrounded by naked men and many erectly
waving penises and Leo getting undressed and she lay with their hands
sliding all over her body and nothing more on than a flimsy pair of
panties. Her naked breasts stood out firm and hard and were being cupped
and mauled and pinched. A hot mouth closed over one nipple and teased and
sucked. Carol moaned her delight out loud and lets her head fall back as
rough male hands were vying to take off her panties and she felt still
other hands sliding across her stomach and moving through her pubic hair.

She looks up into the mirror and sees herself lying stark naked on the
floor with hands gently yet firmly spreading her legs and she's watching it
all.

Her eyes wander in the mirror, seeing a movie of a man fucking a crouching
girl from behind and her breasts shake and quiver voluptuously as the man
fucks her with all his might and the camera goes slowly in for a close up
of her bucking, rippling, wildly undulating breasts that hang free.

Her eye wanders in the mirror and she sees Bob, her husband, about to come
in Mona McKern's mouth, fucking up between her widely ovaled lips with all
his might while his head twists and turns to see the movies and the other
people in the room.

CHAPTER NINE

Bob Hunnicutt lay on his back with his arms lying above his head, a slack
smile on his face as his eyes flutter closed and he feels the
reverberations of his orgasm pound through his groin and soar in every
nerve in his body. He gave a moan of resigned delight as he looked up and
saw Mona naked, bending over him, her teeth white and her lips red and wet,
her hands playing with his flaccid cock, teasing it once again into an
aching swelling thickness.

Resigned, eager to have her suck him again, he let his head loll to one
side and he looked across the semi-darkened room and saw figures in
silhouette against the wall-screens, moving and writhing with one another.
Almost in the center of the room he saw a tight group. He tried to focus
his eyes and succeeded in making out five or six men. All of them were
naked and they were crowding around someone on the floor. He saw a flash of
curving white thigh and saw a foot raised high.

His gaze traveled up to the ceiling and their he saw a girl spread eagle
on the floor, surrounded by men. Her face was obscured by someone crouching
over her and as he looked, watching his own wife and unaware of it, he saw
that two men had a breast each and obscured them from view as their heads
bent over the nipples and sucked hungrily on them. Her wide-spread crotch
was hidden from view by still another head as Leo bent his bull neck and
rammed his tongue in a hot searing streak up into Carol's cunt.

Carol was completely helpless as she lay on her back with hands holding
her arms and legs out, with her mind exploding as she felt the two men
sucking and nibbling at her distended and quivering breasts as Leo cupped
his big rough hands under her buttocks and lifted here crotch up with her
cunt slit wide and moist and locked his open mouth over her clitoris and
began licking hungrily between her thighs. It was as if fireworks had gone
off in her groin and exploded starbursts in her mind. She gasped for breath
against the sheer powerful pleasure she was feeling and her loins began a
slow upward bump and grind, undulating in a lewd and abandoned way.

Bob's battered cock gave a jump as be saw the beautifully curved body and
long spread legs of the girl. A gang-bang, he thought. Why not? He moaned
again as he felt the flatness of Mona's wet tongue on his cock. It
lubricated the head and he felt it swell as he knew that in a moment her
soft lubricated lips would slide back down over it with the tongue probing
the tiny seeping slit on the tip. He looked down and saw that Mona was
lying her head on his hairy thigh and looking up at the mirror and watching
the girl getting fucked by all those men. Maybe he told himself, maybe I'll
just go over there and join them.

A cold feeling overcame Bob as he focused his eyes and looked more closely
at the lewd group in the ceiling mirror. That man, that neck and those
shoulders. He watched as Leo turned his head slightly to one side as his
tongue burrowed into her cunt and he saw that it was Leo.

His body tensed and he half-lifted himself on his elbows. Mona, sensing
the tensing and the danger looked up. His eyes bored into hers, he nodded
across the room. "Your husband," he whispered. She looked at the group so
close together, writhing with a mutual rhythm and then up at the ceiling
where she saw an image of Carol on her back. Someone placed his cock in her
hand as it clasped open then shut again, laying it across her palm and then
her hand squeezed shut over it. Mona toyed with Bob's cock as she watched
Leo shake his head like a terrier shaking a rat and her own cunt gave a
twitch of heat as she remembered what it felt like in her own cunt.

"What are we going to do?" Bob's whisper tore her gaze from the ceiling
where she was watching young Carol beginning her first gang fuck. Jesus,
she thought, they're really going to give her the fucking of her life.

"Do?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. "What do want to do?"

"Get out of here before he spots us."

Mona gave a shrug and a little dry laugh. "He knows we're here and he
looks kinda busy to me." She moved up beside him, lying on her stomach with
their heads next to each other, the two of them looking up at the ceiling.
Almost everyone in the room had suspended their activities to lie on the
floor or a couch and look up at the sax men who were in the middle of the
room and the twisting writhing body of the girl in the center of them.

"Yeah, he is busy," Bob said, his breath coming light and quick
unconcealed envy in his voice as he watched. Hell, he thought that little
bitch is out of her mind, hotter than a firecracker. He felt his cock
swelling along his thigh, trailing up into a hard erectness.

"Don't worry about Leo," she whispered in his ear. "We have an
understanding and he won't bother you."

Bob grinned at her and kissed her on the mouth. She was crazy and Bob must
be insane and the two of them were amoral idiots. But, why should he care?
Why not take advantage of it? He chuckled, thinking he was a little like
them, enjoying this kind of thing, enjoying the wild swashbuckling
I-don't-give-a-damn feeling he got. And the way Mona got him hot by her
slut like ways. He would hate to be married to her but so long as she was
giving out some of the best fucking he had ever gotten, why not take 
advantage of it? Why not take advantage of the whole thing. Hell, take a
man's business and fuck his wife. Why not?

He put his hands behind his head and gloated as he watched the girl in the
middle of the men. Damn, she had some body, he thought. It glistened with
sweat from her wild squirmings and be could see her stomach moving like a
belly dancer under water as she ground her hips and groin upward. Such a
nice long body he thought as he watched the girl's struggles. He couldn't
get a look at her face because some guy was crouched over it. Probably,
trying to fuck her in the mouth, he thought and felt his own penis harden
even more.

He watched their rough male hands kneading her body, driving her ma
relentless rhythm toward an orgasm that would hit her writhing working body
like a bolt of lightening and she would stiffen as they sucked hard at her
breasts. He could see the perfect hemispheres of her breasts above their
heads and something about them evoked a fuzzy memory. He saw Leo's tongue
lashing in and out of her open cunt and his eyes narrowed as her legs bent
at the knees and stretched back and he felt horny watching the girl. "That
cute little bitch is really getting hot," he whispered to Mona.

"Yeah," Mona said in her husky voice. She watched the scene and wished it
were her with all those men working her over. She'd start cumming and keep
cumming, her body twitching and shaking until she passed out. Her hand
trailed down over Bob's chest and stomach and found his penis hot and
aching hard and she gave it a little squeeze. "How'd you like to fuck her?"
she whispered in his ear and found the answer in her hand as his cock
swelled even bigger at the thought.

"Yeah," he half-sighed, half-whispered. If he got any hornier, he just
might go over there and join them.

Leo was pulling his head away and wiping his mouth now and Bob got a
chance to see the girl's cunt and it was like a thin, vertically bearded
little mouth as the girl bent her knees even harder and her buttocks were
stretched tight and round. Leo rolled toward the girl, half on his side for
a moment and Bob got a glimpse of his cock and it was like the rest of him,
huge, pulsating and menacing.

He watched McKern lunge forward his teeth bared and gritted together and
his huge hairy body covering the girl as he drove his prick home and he
heard the girl give out a dually contrived cry of pain and delight, a pagan
cry of lust and fear. That voice! It was as if someone had slapped him in
the face with a cold wet towel as, at the same time he heard his wife cry
out he saw her face under Leo McKern and over his muscular shoulder. She
was crying out with pain and surprise as his big cock rammed into her, 
filling and expanding her cunt, testing her hotly clinging young vaginal
walls as they stretched light, like elastic around his prick. Using all his
strength, be pinned her in place and the other men withdrew a bit, ready to
watch her get fucked and Leo felt her cunt flexing warmly around his cock,
felt her vaginal muscles tense then relax in a sudden soft, possessive
rhythm. He gloated over his triumph as he slowly and without thought for
her comfort, drove his cock home to the hilt and flexed it unexpectedly,
making her moan and jump beneath him.

For Bob, it was as if someone had kicked him in the groin and his face
distorted as he stared up at the ceiling mirror and saw his own sweet,
innocent young wife's face there. There she was, Carol, being fucked by Leo
McKern while her fists closed over other cocks and her eyes were wild and
her mouth open!

He looked at Mona with a snarl on his face. She withdrew from him a bit, a
hard smile on her face. "Yes, there's a price to pay for all you've got,"
she said in a low hard voice, "For all the business that was given to you
and all the fun you've had with me, there was a price. There it is,
buster." She jerked her head toward the center of the room.

Bob sat up with his mouth open, looking first at his wife then Mona, the
enormity of what had happened to him slowly settling in. He had been taken
for a sucker, he was being played for a fool while his wife was being gang
fucked and squirming her naked ass around like a God damned whore! A growl
began in his throat as he looked at the ceiling mirror and saw Leo flick
his buttocks and send his cock home into Carol, his wife and watched in a
raging disbelief as she slowly and wantonly wrapped her long tapering legs
high up around his back and crossed her ankles and pulled him closer to
her. Her face disappeared from view as Leo's head blocked the way and he
knew that Leo's tongue was swirling wetly around in his wife's mouth.

With a snarl, be was on his feet, his fists clenched as he looked down at
Mona who lay back and smiled, the tips of her fingers trailing up her torso
until they touched the nipples of her breasts. "All in the game," she said
in a husky voice. "Let's see if you're mature enough and up to paying the
piper."

Her indifference was too much. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted
her up, shaking her hard, her head snapping back and forth. Instantly,
there was a hand on his shoulder. He looked around and saw two men standing
behind him. One man smiled and slowly shook his head. "That's one rule we
have around here. No violence on the ladies."

"No violence?" Bob shouted, looking up at the ceiling-mirror where he saw
his wife being fucked so hard by Leo McKern that they were slamming across 
the floor. "No violence?" he repeated, asking the question in amazement
before he let out a roar of anger and started across the room, calling out,
"Carol!" as he went.

He didn't get far. His attack upon Mona had alerted every man in the room
and they acted together to restrain him, forcing him to the floor while
Carol acted as if she hadn't heard his voice or, if she had heard, she
didn't care.

Bob was forced to his knees, his hands behind him. The men gathered around
Leo and his wife were holding him now and he had an unimpeded view of what
his wife was doing. She had her arms around Leo's broad shoulders now and
she was grinding her loins up voluntarily, obscenely with her hips moving
in a lewd fluid rhythm. He struggled with the men and found himself being
forced to the floor where he lay helpless. He forced his head to twist
around on one cheek and he saw Leo and his wife from the level of the
floor.

Her cunt was toward him and he saw the undulating and rolling buttocks
squirming with a pagan delight as Leo McKern fucked rhythmically into her.
Then, as he withdrew to slam forward again, he got a quick glimpse of Leo's
huge cock glistening like a tree stump in the rain, full of the moistness
of her cunt and the tight, hair fringed lips of her cunt bulging outward,
almost peeling back in a lazy obscene motion as the head of his cock almost
pulled out of her cunt. But Carol wouldn't let it. With a quick little
animal noise in her throat, her crotch leaped upward and forward, sliding
up the shaft of his cock like the two hungrily nibbling lips of a sucking
young calf.

His mouth open, Bob sees his wife's stomach undulating under Leo and hears
his balls slap wetly home against her exposed buttocks. Pinned to the
floor, his head held in a vise-like grip, be was forced to watch his wife
fucking and hear her murmur something guttural and incoherent and look at
her face with her eyes closed tight and her mouth distorted in a lewd
abandoned smile and the cords sticking out in her neck as she fucked back
crazily, her whole sweating young body buffeting helplessly across the
floor.

Naked men were crowding around again yet Bob found he had an avenue to
watch through their legs and he saw up between his wife's nakedly spread
loins with her pubic hair wet and curling and her legs spread as wide as
she could jerk them and Leo's cock pistoning moistly in and out of her. Her
limply opened mouth emitted a long soulful moan and she pressed her breasts
hotly up, sticking out her rib cage and crushing their firmly quivering
hardness sensuously up against the big man's chest.

Bob, watching her undulate and squirm and mutter under another man,
watching his wife fuck in the most abandoned way and seeing her firm young
buttock split wide and her tiny puckered anus visible and flexing every now
and then, found himself getting hotter and more sexually aroused than he
had ever felt before in his life. His eyes were getting glazed as he saw
his wife naked and wanton, her face grimacing and her lips twisting and
finally spitting out the words. "FUCK! OH GOD, FUCK!"

Bob found his cock swelling to a hardness that threatened to split the
foreskin. He couldn't take his eyes from the smooth white voluptuousness of
Carol's insanely writhing body! It was vile, it was lewd, it was crazy and
obscene, and crude, but it was exciting! The sight before him was too much
he actually liked seeing his wife getting fucked half oat of her mind by
another man! The image of her spread eagle on the floor while other men,
complete strangers, sucked her breasts and her boss fucked her cunt as she
writhed wildly in uncontrolled lust beneath them, was too much! Shit! Let
her get fucked!

He found himself straining against his captors with a passion angered
strength that they seemed to sense and back away from. Slowly, they let go
of him and he rose to his hands and knees and watched Carol begin to jerk
and tense uncontrollably as her voice grated out, "Fuck!" and she came in
sweeping wild spasms as Leo went wild and fucked her with her buttocks held
clear of the floor by his heavily cupping hands and threw back his head and
roared as he pumped his sperm hotly into her open vagina and tightly
constricting little belly. And he watched, his teeth bared, as Carol's
thighs and torso went taut and straight under Leo and she twitched in the
throes of her own orgasm. No one in the room moved except for the two
quivering bodies in the middle of the room. Then Leo rolled slowly off of
Carol and onto his back, moaning a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Suddenly, into Carol's vision, swam the image of her husband, Bob. He was
standing over her nude body and she was breathing quick and shallow while
feeling all the nerves in her body sing with a wild joy. She smiled up at
him. She had been lewd, she had been terrible and shameless in front of
him. And she had loved it! She lay sprawled, unmoving, willing to let him
do whatever he wanted to her.

He looked down at his wife stunned by his lust. He wanted her and he
wanted to prove he was the man of the family. He looked down at her and
realized they were two different people, that sex between them would never
be the same, that he would never be satisfied with just her, that there
would have to be other people present, that he would have to have other
women and yes, he admitted with wild lightening streaks of jealousy and hot
sexual excitement, yes even watching other men fucking his wife.

He looked down at her, his hands on her naked stomach that gleamed with a
sexual sweat and felt her quivering breath beneath her hands and he wanted
her more than ever before, he wanted his wife as a carnal lascivious whore.
He wanted her and he wanted to teach her a lesson at the same time. A
sadistic side of him he had never suspected in his nature before came to
the fore as he ran his hands over her sweat slickened body and there wasn't
a sound in the room. No one moved and it seemed more difficult for him to
breath as his hands fondled her slippery breasts and his fingers played
with her nipples, pinching them as they slid between his fingers. A gleam
was in his eye as he bent naked over her, his penis thick and erect,
jutting out like some ancient war club. His voice was low and unusually
harsh as he said, "Turn over."

Although he whispered, his words were heard through-out the room above the
low playing jazz. It seemed, for a second they were all statues as no one
moved. They all stood or sat or lay in the flickering light of the movies
that were still going, projecting wild and erotic images on all four walls.
But no one paid attention.

All eyes were turned on the center of the room where Bob knelt menacingly
over his wife, slowly taking his hands from her breasts and Carol lay with
her legs obscenely split, her breads rubbery as her chest she heaved for
breath slowly and evenly. She looked up at her husband with a strange
little smile on her lips. Slowly, she brought her legs together. Her
expression never changed as the lower part of her body turned and one hip,
firm and round, stuck up as she exposed her tight-cheeked buttocks to one
side of the room and there was a collective gasp as they realized she was
going to do what he had asked.

She rolled over onto her stomach slowly, dreamily, taking her time and
savoring the delicious re-awakening thrill deep in her loins. He was going
to do something to her, he was going to do something lewd and depraved.
Tiny muscular spasms danced around her anus and caused the rectal ring to
contract then relax. She smiled wantonly; it was such a thrilling feeling.
She lay finally full on her stomach, her breasts fully curved hemispheres
under her. Her buttocks lay exposed in their full lush symmetry and Bob
gripped his cock in his hand and felt it hard and hot and ready to cum at
any moment. His lips were twisted in the wolfish semblance of a grin as he
watched his wife slowly spread her smooth and lovely formed thighs. The
sides of her buttocks became hollowed as she lewdly spread her legs and Bob
crawled between them, kneeling over her ass and slowly reaching and
spreading the softly trembling cheeks to expose her anus tight and
puckered, riding high in the softly yielding crevice between them.

Sweat was dripping from his face as be looked at her rectum and saw her
flexing it. Damn she was hot too, and be felt his breath come heavy through
his nostrils as the air in the room became stale and humid. Below her anus,
be saw the beginning of her cunt and the tight swollen vaginal lips covered
with wet curling pubic hair. Between the cheeks of her ass he could see
where a tiny rivulet of cunt-juice, that when she was hot and being fucked,
had trickled down between the cheeks of her buttocks and found its way to
her anus, lubricating it.

Taking one hand away, he thrust the head of his cock between her buttocks
and rubbed the head back and forth over the tiny puckered lips of her
rectum which felt tight and rubbery, resisting yet moistening the head at
the same time. Leaning over her, he pressed down with his hips and felt her
firm young flesh give slightly all around the tensed elastic entrance and
he saw his wife's dreamily lustful expression change to one of surprised
pain and he liked the look on her face and he pressed down harder, feeling
her flesh give even more.

Everyone in the room saw Carol's body tense and heard a grunt being forced
from her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as Bob, behind her, shifted his
weight, spreading his knees and seized her hips in his hands and used his
superior strength to lift her ass cheeks and tilt them and he gritted his
teeth as he gave another sharp jab with his hips.

Carol's eyes flew open and grew wide and round. "Agggghhhhaa!"

For an answer, Bob bore down, placing the blunt, rubber-like head of his
cock directly over her anus and feeling the springy moistness of it, he
bore down hard.

"Bob! No!" Carol arched her back under the impact of the pain that stabbed
deep into her as she felt her anus being stretched until she thought it
would tear apart and the pain coursed through her loins and thighs like she
was being given a shock-treatment.

"Oh God, honey!" she screamed as she looked around at her triumphantly
grimacing husband with a pleading expression on her face. "I can't stand
it! I can't take it! Agggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaar!"

Her scream rattled around in her throat, her body convulsing helplessly as
the thick round head of Bob's cock suddenly stretched the tight
elastic-like ring of her anus to the point where it sunk home with a sudden
quick, sensual "pop". The two of them froze momentarily as they both felt
the strange, unexpected reaction.

Her tight rubbery anal lips then closed tightly and hotly around the shaft
of his cock and he gasped, feeling it so tight that it hurt. Carol lay with
her face against the floor twisted in agony, in a silent scream. Neither of
them dare move for a few seconds because of the tightness of the fit and
the forbidden idea of doing something so lewd and perverted.

It was Bob who moved first, setting his jaw and slowly beginning. He could
stand the pain. In fact, it felt good. He watched his wife begin moving as
she knelt slavishly in front of him and how she twisted and groaned under
the pain, how she cast back imploring looks as he slowly, a quarter of an
inch at a time, thrust his cock deeper up into her tiny, painfully
stretched rectum, splitting her buttocks obscenely wider apart as people
crowded around to watch.

Bob felt himself full of a wild power. He was really going to do something
that she would never forget. Later, in other ways, he would get even with
her. Now, he was going to fuck her no matter how hard she pleaded. She
tried to raise her hands off the floor and failed as she felt his cock
expanding, completely filling her tiny, unused rectum, stretching it beyond
belief and slowly, savagely, beginning to fuck in and out.

She was impaled helplessly on her own husband's lust-hardened cock before
him on the floor as total strangers watched her be debased as she never had
been before and she put one hand in her mouth and bit on it to keep from
screaming as Bob suddenly began pumping lewdly in and out of her wide
stretched asshole. The pain shot deep in her and mixed in a smoky explosive
way with the lewd passion she felt deep in her crotch.

Bob was slow and unmerciful as he slowly stroked in and out the length of
his cock, the rectal skin pulling out with each withdrawal then rolling
back in again as he plunged home. Slowly, with a steadily mounting rhythm,
he pumped in and out of his wife's buttocks with Carol's hips picking the
rhythm up and her expression of pain subsided from her face and a new,
experiencing, curious, intent look of pleasure and preoccupation came over
her face.

Bob was sinking it all the way up in her intestines now as far as it could
go, pressing his pelvis up against her buttocks then rising until the
flanged head of his cock was almost pulling free and Carol's body was
reacting by thrusting her buttocks upward, gradually adjusting to his penis
in her rectum as an expression of wild lewd pleasure made her eyes show
white and her mouth hang open as she abandoned herself and thrust her
buttocks up higher, eagerly wanting them to ravaged by her husband, by the
whole room. A look of dark intense pleasure came across her face as her
hands worked themselves back to the tight cheeks of her buttocks and her
fingers reached to spread them further apart and allow him deeper
penetration in her rectum.

Bob really began fucking her hard, stroking in and out in long fast savage
strokes, his hands fighting for a better grip around her hips, his breath
coming fast and heavy as he felt an orgasm with the weight and heat of
molten hot lead begin deep in his loins and he shook his hear, impatient to
pump his hot cum deep up into his wife's adulterous young ass.

Underneath him, she shoved up with all her might. She felt she had the
strength for it, to enjoy this final pleasure and depravity. Yet, something
else was happening, Bob was doing something to her. His grip was changing
as he leaned way over her, forcing her head down on the floor as he leaned
his weight even more. He was stretching out his legs and she felt the
strength in his arms pulling her over.

With a low moan that seemed to tear itself from deep in her chest, she
sensed what he wanted to do and submitted herself by relaxing her body and
letting him roll them both over with his penis buried deep in her rectum.

They rolled over while the whole room watched and Carol lay on her back,
on top of her husband's stomach and chest. It was with a lazy movement, a
kind of sluttish abandonment that she let her legs split apart and fall on
either side of her husband's legs underneath her. She spread them slowly,
lying on her back with Bob's arms locked around her slim waist and her
breasts pointing up toward the mirror-ceiling.

She saw herself lying there with her thinly curling, pubic mound jutting
up and out. She let her head fall back over his shoulder and she spread her
legs even more, exposing the heavy, lust-thickened base of his cock lodged
deep in her rectum, splitting her buttock cheeks even more widely apart as
he moved, pumping slowly in and out.

His lewd sawing made her cunt react and the fluted edges grew taut and
every one in the room saw the pink lining of her cunt glinting with
moisture. It was obscene the way her body rode exposed on top of his and
the men in the room weren't long in taking advantage of it. Carol closed
her eyes as she felt a stranger mount on top of her and she felt his thick,
excitedly throbbing prick sliding into her hotly lubricated cunt and the
three bodies began to writhe together on the floor in a wanton insane
rhythm that would end with her hopelessly skewered and cumming while they
and others fucked her until she could hardly close her legs.

She lay sandwiched between two muscular men, writhing to the point where
she was stretched taut, her long legs extended out to the sides, lifted off
the floor, the muscles showing in her calves and thighs as the two men
fucked rhythmically in and out of her, wildly ravaging her groin.

Her fevered eyes glanced at the ceiling-mirror and she saw Bob's savage
face, his teeth bared and gritted as he fucked into her anus with all his 
might. And she saw the strong back and naked buttocks of a man who was
fucking her cunt viciously now, his sperm-laden balls slapping hard against
her buttocks right above where Bob's cock sodomized into her and spread her
ass cheeks obscenely apart.

It seemed everyone was watching as she looked in the mirror and her head
fell back over Bob's shoulder and she saw Mona standing, watching, smiling.
There were hands all over Mona's body, on her legs and thighs, on her firm
round ass, her stomach. They snaked upward to caress her breasts as Carol
watched. Mona was being dragged to the floor, the center of a mass of
writhing sweaty bodies. She was going to experience the same kind of gang
rape that Carol, herself, was going through at the very same moment.

Her eyes rolled white in her head as she felt an orgasm peaking in her
groin. She was being bucked and crushed between the men and her gaze was
jarred to the walls where she saw an image of a girl being fucked by two
men. With a gasp, she recognized the girl as herself with Bob beneath her.
Leo, at the console, had turned off the movies and trained hidden cameras
on her so that she could see her own rape. Her eyes were wild and wide as
she watched the walls in the mirror above and saw another man descending on
her. His thick hairy thighs blocked out most of her vision as he knelt by
her head and she saw the thick blossoming head of his cock slowly emerging
from the foreskin as be pulled the softly moving sheath back.

His rough hands were on her head, tangling in her hair and his cock was
brushing back and forth over her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and
allowed her tongue to lick out. Then she smiled brazenly, licking her lips
as she tasted a cock for the first time. She liked it! Her mouth opened, a
warm wet oval and she took the smooth spongy head in her mouth and sucked
it voraciously back into her throat. It acted as a signal for the man
fucking on top of her and Bob underneath to redouble their efforts and she
heard them roar and bellow as she felt white hot cum being pumped deep up
into her desperately milking bowels, filling the whole of her triple-fucked
young body with a wild desire.

The man on top of her rolled away from between her widespread thighs as
she still sucked hungrily, insanely, on the cock in her mouth. Then,
gradually, she felt Bob's cock deflate in her semen-flooded, forever
stretched rectum and slip out, aided by the slipperiness of his own cum.
Moments later, she rolled off him, never taking her mouth from the cock
fucking hotly up between her widely ovaled lips. Her finger and thumb
seized the shaft near the base and she slipped the foreskin skin back
further and thrilled as she felt the massive strength of his hips fucking
his cock in and out of her gratefully receptive mouth, as though it were
another tight, hairless little cunt.

She was kneeling over the man now, not knowing his name or even looking at
his face, not caring who he was, only caring for, her own fulfillment and
the fulfillment of others. Hard, erect cocks seemed to be waiting all
around her. She had one in her free hand and she shoved her buttocks up
higher in the air as she felt hard hands on her hips and the thick blunt
end of still another prick thrusting at her vagina from behind.

Then she too came, as she felt the hot flood of sperm gushing crazily down
her throat, letting her body jerk wildly between the cock in her mouth and
the one in her cunt as she groaned aloud and felt the red-hot bliss of hers
and all the others cum streaking searingly through her body. She knew it
would go on and on and fade away and come again. She knew that tonight she
would fuck and cum and be fucked and fucked until there was no more to be
had in the whole wide world Oh God! She loved it!!! She loved being fucked
by strange men's cocks!!!

CHAPTER TEN

Carol lay on the floor, clad in only a housecoat and shifted her weight to
take a sip of the Bloody Mary Bob had made for her. She squinted her eyes
in the morning sun and felt the ragged edges of her hangover from the night
before.

She stopped reading the papers spread about her on the floor and looked
around for a moment. The new house was nice and most of the decorations was
hers. She smiled, thinking of how much they now had compared with a short
year ago. At Bob's insistence, she quit working for Leo; Bob was earning
more than enough now. She smiled down at her drink and took another sip. It
was getting so they drank every night. And it was getting so that sex with
any one man was never enough. Bob was always off somewhere with other
women. Sometimes he even brought them home to make a triangle between the
three of them. He was pressing her now to go to bed with another woman and
himself. Mona. Mona was willing and Carol was finding herself tempted.

She got up, bolding her head and earned the drink across the room to the
great sliding doors and looked out at the patio and swimming pool. She saw
her reflection in the glass door and she smiled ruefully. After that wild
night at the McKern's they hadn't spoken to each other for days, each
feeling the other guilty of betrayal.

Then, Leo and Mona had changed all that. They came around and explained
the trap they had set. At their urging, Bob went to more parties at their
house. Carol couldn't bring herself to go or admit that she loved what
happened to her. Rather, she saw herself a victim of a monster plot in 
which she was humiliated and degraded. For awhile, they had separate rooms
and Carol was thinking of getting a divorce. For a while, it seemed that
Bob had changed so: he was hard and quick to make decisions. If she didn't
respond to his advances, he cut them off and left.

It was two things that kept them together.

The first was the money and contacts Bob was making. Through knowing Mona
and Leo, he had met plenty of big-time money. Somewhat bitterly, Carol had
thought that work and character didn't mean that much anymore. It was all
in who was sleeping with who, all in acts of depravity and lust.

The second thing was Leo. He came to the drive-in and locked the two of
them in the tiny office and sat down to hear whatever was on her mind. She
spilled her heart out and Leo listened. When she was finished, he grunted
and said, "A lot of what you say is true, a lot false. Look, Bob can meet
the people true, but if he hasn't got the ability, all the fucking in the
world isn't going to get him ahead. He can offer your body around town and
you could be a great red-hot lay, but if he didn't have the moxie or know
how to take care of a client's insurance needs, he wouldn't get their
business. Now, it's up to you. You can have a great life or you can sit
around and suffer and damn people for what they did to you." His rough
fingers touched her knee. "Realty Carol," he said, his voice quiet and
gentle, "You and Bob were such easy marks. Although neither of you could
admit it, you both needed to be seduced. You loved it but you still can't
admit it because you've got some ancient notion that wives aren't supposed
to act that way. Let me give you a piece of advice." He sat forward, his
voice urgent. "You listen now because I don't usually give people advice.
Act like a lady in the drawing room and like a whore in the bedroom. You'll
never have any trouble with your man. Think about it. Also, think about
this: we might not be as wrong as you are old-fashioned."

He had left with those words, leaving her alone to think and she was
thinking now as she stared out at the pool and her reflection in the glass
doors. She had certainly changed since those days and she imagined even
further changes.

She turned, the drink in her hand, the same smile on her lips as Bob came
from the bedroom, and shifted her weight all on one hip under the
housecoat. Bob, his hair wet from a shower, a bathrobe on, took her drink
from her hand and downed some saying, "Thanks, I needed that."

"Bob, I've been thinking," she said in a soft insinuating voice.

"I've been thinking too," he said, taking her in his arms.

Her housecoat slipped off one shoulder, revealing she was naked
underneath. He looked down at her soft whiteness, at the hollow under her
collarbone and the mound of flesh that begun at her breast. His hand
slipped into her housecoat and he felt her nipple soft and warm.

"Yeah, I've been thinking too."

She laughed. "About the same thing all the time," she answered, noticing
her voice was taking on a sexy, husky gin-whisper.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

Her forefinger traced his lips out. "I've been thinking. Why couldn't we
do what Leo and Mona did to us? I mean, their friends are great but well,
aren't you getting a little tired of the same old bodies? How about
somebody new? Somebody who doesn't know?" She stood close to him, gently
rubbing her hips against him and feeling his growing excitement under his
bathrobe.

He smiled down at her. "Honey, I've been thinking the same thing. There's
this couple. There's this wife I'm going to hire as a file clerk. Young,
and Jesus, is she built!"

"Mmmmmmm. Why don't we talk about it in the bedroom? You can tell me all
about her husband!"
