The Devil's Bride
by Natalie Duncan
(LLP-700)


Chapter One 

Lisbeth mounted the crude platform for the consummation of the sacred rites, 
her heart pounding beneath the diaphanous folds of her gown, which barely 
concealed her lush young body. When the excited crowd below caught sight of 
her, there was an audible gasp, an outpouring of lust that overwhelmed her, 
even removed as she was, standing far above them. The full mounds of her 
breasts rose and fell, and in the light of the torches the thin gown was 
even more revealing. It clung to her sweat-dampened body, and as the full 
impact of the demonic worshippers in the clearing reached her, she felt her 
nipples quiver and grow hard. With her deep raven-black hair cascading over 
her shoulders, her face flushed, her mouth open, the full mounds of her 
breasts heaving from expectation of what was to come, and the gown clinging 
to the full voluptuous expanse of her hips and buttocks, delicately 
concealing the moist, furry slit that ached with desire, she was truly the 
chosen of Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness with whom this strange, lewd rite 
she was about to enact...." 

Nervously Hillary put down the book and reached for her cigarettes on the 
end table, She glanced at the clock: 12:30 and he still hadn't called. He'd 
promised he'd phone by 8:30 without fail! How long could a business meeting 
go on? She was extremely restless now, and the insistent stirrings of desire 
called forth by the book only fed the fires of her impatience. 

Paul and Hillary had been married for a little over a year, and at least 
half of the time he had been away on business. But after all, she told 
herself for the thousandth time, Paul only went away on these long trips and 
worked such terrible hours to make a good future for them. She knew that 
didn't she? Why did she worry so? Hadn't he convinced her he loved her the 
last time he'd been home? 

She felt a thrill of excitement remembering the last night they'd spent 
together before he left for Kansas City. They had quarrelled earlier over 
his long absences, a quarrel they had had many times recently. Hillary was 
upset because Paul's boss, Eva Tate, a top advertising executive, and Paul's 
superior in the fledgling concern for which he worked was always with him on 
these long trips away from home. Hillary didn't like the idea of the two of 
them checking into hotels together, sometimes even into adjoining rooms, so 
that they could "talk business" until late in the night. Oh, it wasn't that 
she didn't trust Paul, but he was only human wasn't he? Harsh, ugly words 
had passed between them, until finally she had begun to cry. The sight of 
her slim, vulnerable body racked with sobs had melted Paul's anger. He had 
taken her in his arms, wiped away the tears, and carried her to their 
king-sized bed, king-size so his rangy 6'2" frame could sprawl in indolent 
comfort, and big enough for a lot of other things too. He placed her gently 
on the pillows and began kissing her face, her neck, her eyes. 

"Oh baby, oh darling," he murmured softly, "don't you know there's nobody 
but you I want to be with? Oh baby, let me show you. . . ." 

He began unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her neck, her delicate white 
shoulders, working his way down over her full sloping breasts, manipulating 
her nipples, then sucking them, biting them, his passion mounting as he 
heard her begin to moan beneath his touch. His lean, hard body pressed 
against hers, and she could feel his thick, stiff penis begin to throb 
urgently, insistently against her thigh. Overwhelmed with desire for him, 
she reached for the bulging rod and massaged it through the thin material of 
his tight trousers. She felt a shudder go through his entire frame as she 
touched him. 

"Oh baby, baby . . ." he moaned. His hands found the zipper of her faded 
jeans, opened it and slipped his middle finger beneath the tight elastic of 
her panties, down into the golden red vee of her pubic patch. She thrilled 
and shuddered to his touch and sighed with anticipation as his other hand 
reached around to grab the ripe, fleshy globes of her buttocks crammed 
seductively into the formfitting jeans. Sensuous urgency rose in lapping 
waves; tingles of anticipation passed between their bodies, and within a few 
moments they were writhing together on the huge bed. 

Paul buried his head in her voluptuous belly, and while his hands skillfully 
massaged her breasts, he began to flick his tongue over the flesh of her 
abdomen moving farther and farther down. Hillary moaned and twisted beneath 
the touch of his hands and his hot wet tongue. She felt her pussy throb and 
yearn for him, yearn for his thick, burgeoning cock to come into her, to 
fill her with surging, tingling ecstasy. 

She pulled frantically at his shirt, his belt, the zipper of his fly ... but 
she began to have trouble, and noting this, Paul smiled warmly, stood up and 
began to remove his clothes. Hungrily she watched as he slipped out of his 
shirt and his tight pants. How she loved the sight of his body, the source 
of so much pleasure. Even in a business suit he looked muscular and sexy, 
and created in her the kind of shivering excitement she had dreamed of all 
her life, imagined in her lonely bed at the St. Mary's Home for Young Girls, 
the orphanage where she had spent most of her adolescent years; she had 
wished for someone to hold her, someone virile and beautiful, strong yet 
gentle like Paul. She felt that same spasm of desire whenever she saw his 
naked body, his well-muscled back and shoulders, the firm plane of his 
stomach, the thighs, lean and hairy, and his big, erect penis with the tight 
round testicles dangling beneath it. Nobody, nobody was more beautiful than 
her Paul. She was sure of it. 

"Then why this nagging jealousy?" she thought, returning abruptly to the 
present, flicking the ash on her cigarette, "Why can't I just relax and not 
worry?" 

There was only one reason: Eva Tate! Hillary knew that despite that 
wonderful night of love there was still considerable tension between them 
over this subject. She had always felt uncomfortable when she had to deal 
with Paul's boss. Eva had joined Paul and Hillary for lunch a few times 
right after he had started working for Cambrian Advertising Agency, and had, 
she felt, treated her very condescendingly, talking to Paul about 
complicated business strategy that Hillary couldn't possibly understand. She 
was sure the other woman was trying to exclude her, to set up a secret 
alliance between herself and Paul, with Hillary definitely the stupid 
tagalong, no smarter than an ex-secretary had a right to be. She felt that 
Paul made no effort to include her either. He deferred to Eva's every wish, 
laughed at all her jokes, and when she asked Hillary, ever-so-sweetly, if 
she missed her old girlfriends in the typing pool where she'd worked before 
her marriage, he had waited expectantly for a reply too. 

"Why no," she had stammered, "making a home for Paul is all the career I'm 
interested in." 

Eva's mascara-rimmed eyes had narrowed a bit at that, and she had smiled, 
too warmly Hillary thought, and said "How sweet! What a very lucky man you 
are Paul! Well, we must be getting back to the office. You'll excuse us, 
won't you Hillary?" And she led the way out of the restaurant with Paul 
following obediently at her heels. 

She knew that her feelings about Eva had begun to affect their marriage 
badly, and despite Paul's exasperated insistence that there was nothing 
between them and never would be, she still felt worried and insecure. "Why 
am I thinking so much about it," thought Hillary. "Why can't I just believe 
in his love and stop destroying our relationship with this insane jealousy? 
I have the most wonderful husband in the world. Why can't I trust him? I've 
got to get my mind out of these destructive thoughts!" 

Resolutely she picked up the book again, determined to banish her anxiety.. 
. . 

"The head of the coven of Lynford led Lisbeth to the raised dais where the 
rites would begin. In full view of the coven, she undid the clasps of her 
tunic, and the bodice fell over her hips, exposing her glistening, 
red-tipped breasts completely. There was a sudden intake of breath from the 
coven below as they watched and waited. She then removed the cord belt and 
the dress fell about her ankles, leaving her naked except for her golden 
sandals. A slow moan began in the crowd, reaching up to her in long, 
sensuous waves. 

Lisbeth trembled with anticipation at the thought of him who was about to 
come soon: The Prince of Darkness. Through this rite that they were about to 
perform, a child would be born to the world, a child of darkness. She 
smiled, carried away by the fumes of burning incense, the rhythmic throbbing 
of the drums, and the moaning chant of the lusty crowd. She stood naked on 
the platform, offering herself to the world through Lucifer, proud to have 
been chosen. .. ." 

Excited, a thin film of sweat dampening her forehead, Hillary tried to 
imagine what it must be like to stand naked in front of lust-inflamed men 
and women. What would it be like, she wondered, to be taken in such 
circumstances? What would she feel if slie and Paul performed such an act, 
at once depraved and fascinating? Her thoughts turned again to Paul Sanson 
last night at home. What if people had been watching as he separated her 
firm, creamy thighs, and threw himself on her body, naked and arching upward 
to receive him? Even the thought of it made her feel strangely erotic. She 
closed her eyes, absorbed in the warm sensuality which rose from somewhere 
deep in her body just as it had when she was a young girl, lying lonely in 
her narrow little orphanage bed, flooding her with excitement and shame. She 
had never understood the feeling until Paul had taught her what it was for, 
that it was the full flower of her womanhood reaching for him. 

"Oh Paul, Paul," she moaned, "how I miss you!" 

Somehow her fingers were between her legs, and she found the folds of her 
moist, warm vaginal slit. Her fingers began to massage her clitoris, 
searching, turning, until they found exactly the right spot. 

"Mmrnmrnmrnmmmmm . .." she moaned softly, totally absorbed in the delighted 
feeling she created, "Aaaaaahhhhhh." 

Then suddenly, in a panic, she stopped, realizing what she was doing! In a 
flash she remembered her early years at the orphanage and the stern, 
forbidding words of the mother superior, a woman who frequently lectured the 
girls on the dark, hideous results of sexual abuse. . . . 

"Humiliation," she had insisted fiercely, "humiliation is the result of such 
abhorrent activity. And as far as I'm concerned, it is criminal for any girl 
of the orphanage to demean herself in such a shameful way!" 

Terrified by these harsh words of warning, she had promised herself she 
would never do it anymore, and except for occasional, shameful lapses, she 
was true to her word. Especially since her marriage she had not let even the 
thought of such a thing cross her mind. But now, driven half mad with 
loneliness, she found herself unconsciously performing the strange, 
forbidden act. She was overcome with guilt! 

But I'm frustrated, she thought angrily. Paul is away so much! Paul is away 
with Eva Tate, her mind screamed! He doesn't have to sit alone at night 
reading novels! I wouldn't be tempted by these things if he were here with 
me! 

She bit her lip tensely, fighting back the tears, and glanced at the clock 
again: 1:00, and still no call. She stamped the cigarette out harshly in the 
ashtray and rose from the sofa. She paced impatiently, glancing about their 
beautiful, well-furnished living room. It was the envy of the neighborhood: 
simple Danish-Modern furniture, serene watercolors gracing the walls, 
wall-to-wall carpeting of the finest quality, everything a rising young 
advertising executive's salary could afford. Yet none of this comfort and 
beauty could calm her. She walked about angrily, fighting the aching 
melancholy that rose within her, torn by feelings of jealousy and rage that 
no external beauty could pacify. 

Again she thought of Eva Tate and Paul. She could almost see them at one of 
their late-night "conferences," Eva subtly, obscenely luring her husband, 
touching his beautiful body with the same sensuous familiarity that she had 
known so often. She could see her skillfully manipulate Paul's thick penis, 
already stiff and straining against the silky material of his pants, their 
moist lips meeting urgently, passionately. Paul's arms crushing Eva's ripe, 
pampered body to his own hard, well-muscled frame, both of them carried away 
by the shamelessness of their lust, tearing away at each other's clothes, 
freeing their hot, yearning bodies and then hungrily, wildly falling to the 
bed, their senses reeling with sensuous longing, their bodies tingling with 
excitement. In her mind's eye, tormented and troubled, Hillary could see 
Paul's ruddy shaft plunging headlong into the wet, fleshy folds of Eva's 
slit. . . . 

"No! Oh, no, no!" she cried aloud. 

She felt deeply ashamed, guilty. Tears came to her eyes. Why should she 
mistrust her husband? Perhaps there was a good reason why he hadn't called! 
Why was she torn with these doubting, anxious thoughts, these revolting 
scenes? She yearned more than ever for his comforting arms to calm her, to 
hear him tell her everything was all right, that he loved her and her alone. 
She wiped away the tears, collected herself and decided to go to bed, to 
lose herself in sleep. 

She moved quickly through the living room, her eyes nervously avoiding the 
book she had been reading earlier, the book that had set her imagination 
aflame with thrilling, forbidden scenes. "I won't give in to it," she 
thought, "I won't!" With determination she put out the lights and locked the 
doors. She lingered for a moment in the darkened room and gazed out on the 
street through the huge picture window. The moonlight cast radiant beams on 
the clean, well ordered neighborhood. Lovely split-level houses, well 
tended, beautifully landscaped; how quiet this scene looked, what a vivid 
contrast to the stormy thoughts that tormented her. She turned quickly, went 
up the stairs, and entered the bathroom just off the large, spacious master 
bedroom where she and Paul had spent so many wonderful, sensuous nights 
together. She looked intensely at her face in the mirror, scrutinizing her 
short, curled auburn hair, the creamy white skin, and her soft green eyes. 
Did Paul still find her as attractive now as when he first saw her in the 
typing pool, she wondered? She quickly washed, dabbed herself dry with a 
towel and walked into the bedroom. She turned off the lights and let the 
room flood with moonlight from the windows. She undid the ribboned tie of 
her nightgown and let it fall from her gleaming body. Just like the goddess 
in the book, she thought. The moonlight seemed to caress her skin, to send 
soft, warm flashes through her. She pulled back the covers and slid between 
the cool sheets, liking the little shivers of delight that rippled through 
her. She settled into the softness. 

The chosen girl in the book, she thought to herself, what would it be like . 
. . her thoughts swelled and sank like the tides of the ocean, and she was 
soon pulled downward into the dark folds of sleep. She began to drift, 
floating on a dark inner sea and in her sleep she began to dream.. . . 

The torches flickered coldly against the darkness of the forest, just like 
the book, and she -- she was the chosen bride to the Prince of darkness, 
standing on the wooden dais, raised high above the sweating coven below who 
now shouted obscenities to her, trying to excite her with their words as 
they awaited the arrival of Lucifer. She felt a strange wave of excitement 
sweep over her as she became the dazzling object of the shouting orgiastic 
mob. Already, in anticipation of the consummation of the lewd ritual, 
several of them had begun manipulating themselves, men as well as women, 
calling, shouting to Lisbeth. Her thighs became charged with excitement, her 
hot, throbbing cunt already moist with desire, her legs strong, her breasts 
heaving with wild yearning and desire. 

She trembled with anticipation. At the instruction of the high witch she lay 
back on the platform, high above the coven now driven mad with frenzy and 
expectation. The coolness of the stone slab only increased her passion, and 
she lay back moaning, twisting her naked body on the stone, crying out for 
her dark lover to come, groaning with the frenzied coven. She manipulated 
her hot, creaming pussy with her fingers, driving herself further and 
further into erotic abandon, her legs spread wide, vaginal juices beginning 
to run down her legs from the depths of her excitement. Her mind reeled, the 
drums, the wild obscene chanting of the coven, the flames, her body almost 
convulsed with wild, erotic yearning. . . . 

Suddenly the drums ceased abruptly, the crowd silenced! The Prince had 
arrived! There before her stood an incredibly beautiful man, tall, arrogant, 
long black hair flowing behind him in the breeze, naked except for a supple 
leather loincloth that barely covered his massive prick, already beginning 
to throb with desire. Torch flames danced over his sweat-glistened body, he 
raised his arms to the sky in a ritual of supplication. She could see his 
face now in the dim light. . . classical and expressionless with a hint of 
something cruel and dangerous. 

Lucifer cried out to the power of darkness, tore away the leather loincloth 
and stood exposed to the excited, turbulent coven below. The drums began to 
pound again, the coven roared and shouted obscenities, lewd thoughts, 
anything to excite the Prince and his chosen bride. His thick, magnificent 
cock sprang up fully, aching for release. He grabbed the glistening 
straining shaft in his hand and skillfully manipulated himself in front of 
the shouting, maddened coven -- they cried out for him to take her, take her 
there in the night for all of them to see. With the grace of a dancer, he 
jumped upon the platform and stood over her, grinning wickedly. She gasped, 
thrilled to the depths of her being, now mad with excitement. 

"Fuck me," she shouted with ecstatic abandon, Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK 
MEEEEE!!!" 

The coven roared their approval and in a second he was upon her, ramming his 
mighty spear deep, deep into her wet, throbbing pussy. She screamed in pain! 
It was too much! She felt almost as if she would be torn apart by the 
brutality of his lust, but there was no stopping him, he rocked back and 
forth, urged on by the vulgarities of the screaming coven, his own black 
lust, the wild insistency of the drums; his sweaty body was squirming, 
twisting, jamming his cock into her, back and forth, back and forth, driving 
her wild with excitement as she felt the massive shaft batter and pound her 
shuddering vagina. But now she was caught up on the excitement too, the pain 
passed, and there was only this extraordinary feeling, waves of excitement, 
an ocean of ectasy, wave upon wave of it, taking her higher and higher and 
higher. . . her mind spun and reeled, she could smell the musky odor of his 
body, an incredible mixture of exotic oils and body sweat, she could feel 
his pounding mighty cock, feel the rippling muscles of his lean, young body. 
.. . 

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! 

Suddenly Hillary was jolted awake! The ear-splitting wail of a passing 
ambulance siren had shattered her lewd illusion, the turublent dream was 
gone! She lay in bed trembling, her body aflame with lust, a thin film of 
sweat covering her, hot desire surging through her! 

It musn't stop, she thought, it musn't stop! Not now! Not now! Feverishly 
she ran her hands up and down her smooth body, wet with sweat, stroking her 
hardened excited nipples, massaging her breasts, her hands roving hotly over 
her thighs, her hips. She felt the moist, furry mound of her curling pubic 
hair. . . . 

Then suddenly she stopped, a wave of guilt and shame keeping her from 
performing the forbidden act. But the urgency of sexuality soon washed such 
thoughts away, and in ecstasy her hands began to play with the throbbing, 
creaming pussy. She writhed pleasure as she felt the hot, damp hair, so 
soft. Now her fingers moved down to the wet furrow. She fingered it and felt 
shudders of excitement surge through her. She found the hardened, yearning 
clitoris and stroked it with one hand, while her other hand played with the 
soft, fleshy slit. Her excitement rose, she began to squirm and twist as the 
flames of lust pulled her on and on. 

"Ooooooocooooooh," she moaned. "Ooooooooohhh!" 

She flicked her fingers over the throbbing clitoris, the hot creaming 
crevice, each movement creating wild, exciting feelings she had never known 
before. 

"Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . ," she cried in the darkness. 
"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" 

She quickly thrust her fingers deep into her trembling orifice. Crazed with 
sensuality she rammed them in and out, in and out, her wet, aching vagina 
shuddering with excitement, screaming for final release. She pulled her legs 
up to open her yearning pussy even wider, now manipulating her hot clitoris 
as well. An incredible ecstasy seized her as she prodded and rammed and 
twisted with delight. She felt as if she was being transported far from the 
bed, far from the room, into a paradise of sensuality and tremulous desire; 
her body felt as if it was boiling, bursting, a rushing turbulent river of 
aching desire. Her body arched upwards, her fingers sinking deeper and 
deeper, her breathing became quicker, sweat poured from her body, she felt 
consumed in steamy wetness. 

Now suddenly she began to shudder from deep, deep within her, the wild river 
surged and gathered force from her ramming fingers. .. . 

" Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! AAAA AAAHHHHHH!" she screamed. 

For a terrified moment she thought she would be overcome, shattered by the 
force of the feeling surging within her, but the terror passed and changed 
into a wild excitement, deep and filling. She moaned and cried aloud, 
swooning in ecstasy. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH! AAANNNNNGHHHH! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" 

She was cumming! Cumming! Cumming as never before! The floodgates opened 
wider and wider and a rushing waterfall of turbulent ecstasy began to roar 
through her body. 

"'YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she cried. 

Her body was convulsed with deep, thundering spasms; she felt as if she was 
being carried forward on a great soaring rush of excitement, an excitement 
she had never known before. All thought, all reason was banished from her 
mind, there was only this incredible feeling, vast and thrilling. She 
moaned, shuddering in the hot spasms of sex. 

"OOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOHHH!" she cried. ' ' O O O O O O O O O o o o o o h ! 
AAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!" 

She felt released from a great weight, as if for all these years her body 
had been pulled downward by heavy stones, rooted to the downward pull of 
gravity. But now, carried forward, gasping, groaning, lost in a mighty 
torrent of erotic release, she was transported, weightless, she was lost in 
a delicious flight of sensuality, flung out of the confines of her mind, yes 
even her body. She was a pulsing, throbbing jet of steaming liquid, a burst 
of hot, white light exploding in a million fragments-across a vast, endless 
universe. 

"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" she moaned beneath the electric magic of her fingers 
in her shuddering vaginal slit, "AAAAHHHH!" 

She had taken herself to the world's rim and had sailed across the edge, 
rapturously, ecstatically, floating like a mad, dark bird through the white, 
pulsing sky. 

"'OooooHHHHHHHHH!! ooo-OOOHHHHHHHHH! ! MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNGGGHHH!" 

She felt herself soaring upward in a wild rush of feeling. At times she was 
suffused with a deep, terrified panic that threatened to stem the tide, but 
this was only momentary, for nothing could stop this great burst of 
excruciating delight. Her body was crazed with sensual abandon, her hips 
twisting and thrashing, her throbbing cuntal slit a boiling volcano of 
excitement! 

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS," she cried, "YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!" 

It seemed like an incredible, endless ride on a roller coaster. Yes! That 
was it! A roller coaster ride, she thought, like the ones she rode as a 
child that thrilled and terrified her so much, but this was infinitely 
better! It was as if she was rushing forward, consumed by incredible waves 
of hot, pulsing sexuality! 

I want it to go on and on, she thought! Yes, on and on and on! Her 
throbbing, steaming vagina was shaking with ecstasy, her body racked with 
great hot shudders! Her breasts heaved in the torrent of passion! 

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! AAAANNNNNNNGGGGHHHH! UUNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!" 

She writhed wantonly, savoring every tingling thrill that coursed through 
her. Legs spread wide, alive with lewd pleasure, stretching an, stretching 
and kicking as she manipulated herself in obscene abandon. 

"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGH," she shrieked, "OOOOOOHHHH! UUUUNNNGHH!" 

Her nostrils flared as she smelled the pungent odor of her body sweat mixed 
with the sweet perfume of the sachet she kept in her pillow; now it seemed 
like an incredible aphrodisiac that enhanced her groaning, orgiastic 
release! She yearned to remain lost forever in the turbulent, bubbling 
feeling that pervaded her being. But gradually her passion began to subside. 
The great, flowing excitement began to ebb after what seemed like hours of 
throbbing ecstasy; she felt as if she was being lowered by gentle waves onto 
her bed. A sweet coolness that eased and relaxed her wafted over her body. 
Slowly she sank back into the sheets and pillows, her wet vagina drained and 
weary. 

She lay still in the silence for a few moments, then opened her eyes, gazing 
at the moonlit bedroom before her. As she gathered her senses, she slowly 
realized what she had done. She gasped in disbelief, then shuddered with 
shame as she remembered the terrible act she had promised herself she would 
never commit again Her body suddenly felt ice cold; a chilling wave of 
remorse swept over her. She clutched at the pillow that lay next to hers as 
if it was the hard, strong body of her husband. 

"Oh Paul," she sobbed, "come home soon darling! Hurry back to me! Please! 
Please!" 

The sun streamed in brightly through the windows. Hillary woke with a start 
and glanced at the clock on the night stand: 12:00! She rarely slept this 
late, but the restless activity of the night before had sent her into a 
heavy slumber. She threw back the covers and went into the bathroom to 
shower. 

I won't be jealous anymore, she resolved as the warm water splashed 
pleasntly down her body. I know Paul loves me and I trust him. She felt calm 
now, relaxed; it was as if the beauty and freshness of the hay were a good 
omen of things to come. 

As she washed she thought of her handsome husband, the smooth golden skin of 
his body, his thick black hair, the long curling lashes that set off his 
deep brown eyes. How she loved to make love with him. He had been the first 
and only man she had ever loved, and on their marriage night he was tender 
and gentle with her, yet took her to ecstatic heights of feeling she had 
never known existed. Certainly her girlhood days at St. Mary's Orphanage 
hadn't prepared her for the wonderful, thrilling feeling she got when Paul's 
long hard shaft slipped into the moist furrow of her vagina . .. there in 
the shower she could almost feel it between her legs, as if her husband had 
come home unexpectedly and surprised her there, rubbing his hands over her 
wet body. She smiled at the thought and spread her legs as if he were there, 
actually doing it to her. 

Oh, how wonderful it will be when he comes home, she thought. 

Hillary decided to banish all thoughts of doubt and jealousy and to be the 
picture of happiness for her husband's homecoming. Humming merrily, she 
stepped out of the shower, shut off the water, and dried herself luxuriantly 
with the thick towel. In a few minutes she had made herself up, accenting 
her eyes with a dark liner, tinting her lips and cheeks with a pale pink 
coloring. She chose a tight-fitting skirt and blouse that showed her body 
off to ample advantage. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror after 
she had dressed, turning around to see how she looked from all angles. She 
liked the jutting ripeness of her breasts, Paul always admired them so much, 
and the flatness of her stomach, the smooth languid curves of her buttocks 
shown off to teasing advantage by the thin material of the tight skirt. 

She left the bedroom, satisfied with how she looked and went downstairs to 
make breakfast. 

As the coffee perked on the stove, she leafed through the morning mail. In 
the pile of bills there was a letter from Paul! Trembling with excitement, 
her fingers tore at the envelope and she eagerly read the contents: 

My Darling, 

Sorry I haven't written sooner, but this trip has been very hectic! I've 
missed you very much. Kansas City is a beautiful city, but without you it 
seems empty and boring. How I wish you were here to share my lonely hours 
with me ... A feeling of great warmth surged through Hillary's body. Paul 
loved her! This letter was proof enough of his feelings wasn't it? How 
foolish she had been. She read further .. . 

Things are going very well, and our business trip looks to be a huge 
success! What an amazing woman Eva Tate is! Efficient, thorough, 
intelligent, as well as being a superb businesswoman. A combination like 
this is hard to come by these days, and watching her work and learning from 
her has been a pleasure. 

Hillary felt her body stiffen, her lips tighten. Jealousy again rampaged 
through her mind. .. . 

If it hadn't been for Eva I don't know what I'd have done these past few 
days. Being with her has made all the difference! 

I'll be home on the twentieth, probably late. See you then sweetheart! 

Love, Paul 

The twentieth! That was today! He must have sent the letter out days ago. 
The mails are so slow, she thought angrily. She crumped up the letter and 
threw it to the floor! Eva Tate! Eva Tate! Eva Tate! That's all he can write 
about, she thought. Hardly a word to her, only praise and admiration for 
Eva.Tate! She walked impatiently through the house trying to get control of 
her thoughts. Despite all of her good intentions she was once again consumed 
with jealousy. In the living room she saw the book she had been reading and 
she remembered the lewd act she had performed the night before. She felt 
suffused with guilt, revolted at the idea that she could allow herself to be 
so low and degraded! 

It's his fault, she thought darkly. If he wasn't away so much I wouldn't be 
driven to these things! I'm so lonely I don't know what I'm doing half the 
time! 

Paul had told her over and over that this was one of the occupational 
hazards of the field he was in, that there was no way to avoid it and still 
be successful; she had tried to understand it, but no explanations in the 
world could make up for her husband's absences. Tears came to her eyes and 
she felt confused and lost. She picked up the book and quickly put it away 
in a drawer, hoping to shut out the memory of last night's indiscretion. "I 
won't even let myself be tempted," she thougnt. She decided to lose herself 
in housework, and to wait for her husband to come home. "I'll talk to him 
about Eva," she thought, "get it out in the open honestly. There's no use 
worrying like this. I'll talk to Paul. He'll understand." 

 Chapter Two 

Hillary had just put the pot roast in the oven when she heard the sound of 
Paul's car in the driveway. She ran to the living room and checked herself 
in the mirror; she looked the picture of a loving wife, and she desperately 
hoped her husband would find her desirable and attractive. The front door 
opened and Paul came in, his hair tousled, a broad grin on his face. 

"Hello, sweetheart," he said, "God, I've missed you!" 

They moved quickly to each other and embraced tightly. Paul exulted at the 
feel of his young wife's well-filled frame, as his hands moved up and down 
the firm, slim back; he could feel the graceful line of her backbone and the 
softness of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse. He delighted 
in the enchanting fragrance of her perfume, and he let his hands roam down 
to the enticing curves of her buttocks. How smooth and round they felt, so 
ripe and sensual. A flush of excitement coursed through his lean, hard body, 
his large cock stiffened inside his pants and he drew his wife closer to 
him. They kissed passionately; his tongue flicked over her lips and pushed 
through into her mouth. 

Hillary pulled back instinctively, but Paul was insistent, lust welling up 
in him with exciting urgency. She loved the feel of his body, his strong, 
hard muscles, his slim, tapering waist; she had melted when he took her into 
his arms. But now, as his hot, wet tongue forced its way into her mouth she 
felt strangely anxious and wanted to pull back. She struggled against his 
grip and broke away. Paul looked at her, puzzled. Why, after this long 
separation would she pull away like this? 

"What's wrong honey?" he asked. 

"Nothing ... nothing ..." she said softly, "I should be fixing dinner." 

"The hell with dinner," he said smiling, advancing towards her playfully. 
"I've waited for this for two long weeks and I'm not waiting one minute 
longer! Come here, wife!" 

Laughing, he lunged after her. Hillary moved away from him nervously. 

"Please, don't. Please!" 

He stopped and looked at her. 

"What's wrong," he asked, a little testily. "Don't you want me?" 

"Of course I do ... I love you, you know that... but., .but___" 

"But what?" 

Should I tell him now, she thought? It seemed so foolish now, all her doubts 
and worries about him and Eva Tate. She had resolved to speak to him, of 
course, but now... with him here, so tender and loving ... she was confused 
... her body longing for ecstatic union, but her mind incessantly tortured 
and keeping her from being loving to him. 

"Oh, it's nothing," she said finally. 

"What do you mean, it's nothing?" he asked, an edge of anger now showing in 
his voice. "I come home after two lonely weeks and you pull away from me as 
if I'm poison. It's sure as hell something to me! Now what's wrong?" 

Hillary moved away, her fingers nervously twisting at her gold wedding ring. 

"Are you sure you were so lonely?" she asked suddenly. 

Paul stared at her shocked, unbelieving. 

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded. 

She became frightened by his tone, she began to regret having said anything. 

"I want to know what you mean by that!" he demanded harshly. 

"I mean ... I mean maybe Eva Tate kept you from being so lonely!" 

"Eva Tate? What the hell are you talking about? Are we back to that again? I 
thought we'd settled all this before I left!" 

"Then why didn't you call last night?" she asked tearfully, "I waited and 
waited...." 

"I couldn't call, damn it, the business meeting lasted until three this 
morning and I knew you'd be asleep...." 

"Oh you did, did you?" she snarled bitterly, remembering vividly the events 
of the night before and suddenly resenting him for it. 

"Yes! What the hell do you want, an affidavit?" he shouted. 

She tried to backtrack, to avoid the confrontation that loomed now with a 
terrifying inevitability. 

"Oh Paul, forget I said anything. I've been tired, that's all. I'll get 
dinner. It's pot roast, your favorite, and I've got some wine. Rose! You 
know how you love rose. And I've made a cocoanut cake and... ." 

"What are you insinuating about me and Eva Tate," he demanded, "What do you 
think went on while I was away?" 

"Nothing! Nothing," she cried. 

"You're lying," he shouted. "Here I've been breaking my back for two weeks 
in Kansas City trying to sew up one of the most important business deals our 
firm has ever had, and you're accusing me of some kind of damn nonsense with 
Eva Tate again! I come home with only one thing on my mind! You! My wife! I 
think how wonderful it will be to get back home and see you. God, I love to 
walk in the door and smell dinner cooking and see you there so beautiful. It 
makes me proud! It makes me want to be the best husband in the world no 
matter how hard I have to work to give you all this." His hand swept around, 
to indicate their beautiful house. "And now I come home and you've made up 
all sorts of vicious lies again!" 

"Don't shout at me," she screamed. 

"It's the same thing that happened the last time I went away! And the time 
before that! How many times do we have to go through this? I'm sick of it!" 
he shouted, tired of his wife's unfounded accusations. 

Tears came to her eyes, her mind reeled. She felt foolish and ashamed. 

"Oh ... Paul..." she stammered.... 

He looked at her angrily. Why did this have to happen? He had been looking 
forward to a warm, loving evening with his wife and now ... but seeing her 
crying, looking so frail and helpless he felt pity for her. He tried to take 
her in his arms, but once again she shuddered and moved away. 

"I... I think something's burning .. ." she said and moved quickly towards 
the kitchen. 

Paul exploded. 

"Yes, damn it," he shouted angrily, "something's burning all right! And it's 
me! I don't know what the hell's wrong with you but I'm fed up, do you hear? 
Fed up!" 

He stamped out of the living room, went up the stairs into the bedroom, and 
slammed the door so hard the whole house shuddered from the noise. A sudden 
silence fell over the house, save for the crackling sound of the pot roast 
in the oven. Hillary was frightened now, completely unsure of what she felt 
and what she had done. She looked around the kitchen, at the elaborate 
preparations she had made: the wine, the meal, even flowers and candles for 
the table -- she had wanted a warm, romatic evening and now.. . . 

Upstairs she could hear Paul in the shower. She sat at the kitchen table and 
tried to clear her head. Why had she been so waspish, so mistrustful? 
Perhaps if she tried once again, if she went upstairs and began as if those 
harsh words hadn't taken place, perhaps they could have the warm homecoming 
they had both wanted. Quickly she turned off the oven, blew out the candles 
and went upstairs. By the time she reached the bedroom Paul had left the 
shower and had gone into the sitting room just off the bedroom. Hillary 
listened at the sitting room door. At first she heard nothing, then the 
unmistakable sound of the door to the liquor cabinet being unlocked. She 
knew he must be taking out a bottle of his favorite scotch. "I've driven him 
to this," she thought to herself. "I've driven him to this by my ridiculous 
jealousy." 

She was more determined than ever now to make up with him. She quickly 
slipped into her filmiest negligee, noting with pride in the mirror how 
seductive and alluring it made her look. She touched up her makeup and 
dabbed just a bit of Fleur D'Amsur perfume behind her ears and tantalizingly 
across the top of her breasts. She sat on the bed for a moment to collect 
herself. Be patient, she thought, be loving. He's just come back from a long 
trip, after all.... 

She rose confidently and moved to the door of the study, opened it quietly, 
and went in. 

Paul heard the door opening, and the padding of his wife's feet across the 
thick carpet; he noted the strong scent of musky perfume in the air, and the 
heady combination of the perfume and tingling i effects of the scotch sent a 
shiver of excitation through his cool, naked body. Hillary came up behind 
his chair, leaned down, and blew a wisp of air into his ear; almost 
immediately he felt a shiver of delight, his thick shaft throbbed with 
anticipation. She ran her hands down the front of his chest, kneading the 
hard thick muscles, the feel of the dark curling hair sending electric 
currents through her hands and body. 

"Hello, darling," she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I said. It's been so 
hard being without you for so long. Please forgive me." 

Her words at once softened Paul's anger. He took her hand and pulled her 
around to the front and sat her on his knees. 

"Oh honey," he said, "don't you know there's never been anyone in the world 
for me but you? Never!" 

They embraced, holding eaeh other tightly, and as they did the spell of 
their yearning bodies began to envelop them. How she loved to feel the 
warmth of his naked torso, how wonderful it was to be with him again! Her 
eager lips sought his mouth and she kissed him with a sudden intensity that 
astonished Paul. She had always been a good, loving wife, but he had 
sometimes felt that she was unwilling to go beyond a certain point, to 
experience a passion that surpassed what her background had prepared her 
for. He remembered seeing her in the typing pool, when she had first come to 
work for Cambrian Advertising Agency. She stood out at once from the other 
girls -- there was a freshness, an unspoiled beauty about her. 

She had never been so forward with him! So bold in her passion! He responded 
to her burning kiss eagerly, happily, certain they were just beginning to 
find a new fulfillment. 

Hillary fought whatever inward shame and anxiety she felt surging up in ger 
mind to keep her from pressing her lips and tongue so wantonly against her 
husband's mouth. She was determined to show him how much she loved him, to 
make him understand that she needed him. Her moist, darting tongue moved 
past the lips into his mouth, | running over the edges of his teeth and 
exploring the soft flesh inside. Paul reeled back under the pressure of her 
lips and tongue, gasping at the intensity of her feeling. He felt a warm, 
thrilling happiness surge through him, his thick penis springing upward in 
eager response; it grew rock hard, gorged with desire. He arched his body 
back and opened his mouth wide to receive the searing, sensuous kiss of his 
wife. He began to tremble with excitement, thrilled by the feeling of his 
beautiful wife seducing him with such bold, throbbing abandon! 

But suddenly Hillary pulled back, her face twisted in a strange smile. 
Almost before she knew what she was saying, the words blurted out of her! 

"There! Is that better than she does it? Can Eva Tate top that?" 

Paul was outraged! 

"What?" he shouted. 

He shoved her roughly away from him. 

"You bitch!" 

"Don't you dare call me that," Hillary shrieked, "save that kind of talk for 
Eva!" 

Furious beyond all reason, Paul suddenly slapped her face with the full 
force of his right hand. Hillary screamed and fell back on the floor 
terrified. Her mind reeled. Dazed, she felt the bruised cheek, still burning 
with the slap. 

"You hit me!" she cried, "You've never hit me before!" 

"Maybe I should have done it sooner!" Paul shouted back. "Pulling a stunt 
like that! That's how you deserve to be treated! Like a whore!" 

"Paul!" she cried, "Don't you dare!" 

"No?" he shouted, challenged now, "I'll show you!" 

He reached down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up from the floor 
with a hard jerk! He was crazed now, crazed from the dizzying effects of the 
liquor and the animal lust she had called up in him. 

"Oh! You're hurting me!" 

"Yes? Well that's just the beginning!" 

He pulled her savagely into the bedroom and hurled her down on the bed. 

"Please Paul," she sobbed, "I'm sorry! PLEASE!" 

But he was deaf to her pleading. He wanted her now, no matter what! He was 
tired of words and accusations! He wanted release from the raging passion 
that consumed him and he wanted it now! He reached down and with one hand 
ripped the silky negligee from her body. "PAUL!" 

"Shut up, bitch! Keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you!" 

Hillary reeled in humiliation. He had never treated her like this before, 
never! How dare he! 

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he shouted 
drunkenly, "fuck you like the whore you are!" 

Almost before he knew what he was doing he grabbed her roughly by the 
shoulder and thigh and turned her over on her stomach. In a flash of shock 
and disbelief Hillary realized what he had in mind! "Oh no! Paul! 
NOOOOOOOO!" 

"Yes! YES! You little bitch!" he roared, caught in the grip of a primitive 
lust that knew no mercy. She tried to crawl away across the bed, grasping 
and clawing at the covers, but he pulled her back roughly by the legs. He 
pressed one hand on her shoulders to keep her from moving, and with the 
other he slapped the white, fleshy globes of her buttocks. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHH!" she screamed. "Paul!" 

The slap had hurt like a sharp sting, yet it felt strangely exciting too, 
reminding her of the times she had been spanked as a child. He slapped the 
shuddering, resilient globes again and again, each blow coming harder and 
harder; Hillary screamed in pain, and twisted, trying to get away, but he 
held her firmly. Suddenly he stopped and with the palms of his hands he 
roughly spread the shivering cheeks wide and explored the brown orifice of 
her anal passage. ... 

"Ooooooooohhh ..." she moaned, thrilling to the feeling of his fingers in 
her rear crevice. This was new for her, a feeling so totally new that she 
was somehow caught in the spell of the act; the excitement she experienced 
more than banished the shame and revulsion she would normally feel. 
"Mmmmmmmmm .. . oooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned under the tantalizing strokes 
of his fingers. Then, with iron cruelty, he jammed the middle finger of his 
right hand into the tight, puckered hole. 

"AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH" she screamed. 

The pain was too much to endure! She had never known such sharp, horrible 
pain! "STOP! STOOOOOOP! OOOOOOOOOHHH, PLEASE!" she cried. 

Paul knelt behind her, his body arching obscenely, triumphantly, like a 
conquering warrior. His thick, swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, 
stood erect and arched like his body. Now! He thought, Now! 

He felt the hard rubbery head of his shaft exploring her from behind; it was 
poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear ready to plunge 
into the heart of its helpless victim. 

"PAUL PLEEEEEEEASE!" she cried, sobbing, "PLEEEEESE DON'T!" 

"Damn you!" he growled, and with sudden anger he plunged the thick, gorged 
rod savagely into the tight, virgin anus. It rammed in with a vicious jerk 
that sent Hillary's body thrusting forward in agony. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO!" she cried, her rectal crevice consumed with sharp, 
searing pain, a pain that shot forward up her back like a hot, lead bullet. 
"AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!" 

The thought of this inhuman perverted act filled her with shame and 
loathing. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined such a thing 
could ever happen to anyone, let alone herself, yet here was her own husband 
doing this bestial thing to her. She was being humiliated like a beaten 
captive kneeling in shame ated like a beaten captive kneeling in shame 
before him. 

Paul looked down angrily at his wife's tightly resisting asshole. He 
grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further into the tense, 
throbbing interior. 

"OOOOOOOOOOHH, please stop, please! I can't stand it!" she cried, trying to 
pull forward in escape. But he gripped her flesh more tightly, digging his 
nails into the tender whiteness of her hips, forcing her to remain and 
imbedding his thick, gorged cock even deeper. 

"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed, sounding like a wounded animal, her head 
thrown back as she cried in pain. 

Then he began to fuck her slowly in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening 
the straining elastic channel and easing his illicit entry. 

"I'll show her!" he thought angrily. "Treating me like this!" 

His fury rose as he thought of the warm homecoming he had been denied and 
the insulting, jealous accusations she had hurled at him earlier! 

He moved more harshly now, increasing his tempo, his dangling hairy balls 
slapping at the moist flesh of her vaginal slit, aching and pained by the 
violent tearing at her rectal passage. The harsh, cruel strokes came faster 
and faster. 

"AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

She felt as if she was being ripped apart by a flaming poker, torn to shreds 
by the hot iron shaft of his penis. He pumped his hips back and forth, back 
and forth, his wife screaming in pain as the hard, thick piston rammed 
between the tight, bruised walls of her backside. 

"PLEEEEEEEESE! PLEEEEEEEESE NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. 

But nothing could stop him now. He rammed and shoved, lust and excitement 
surging through him. His body was covered with sweat and the musky odor of 
his sweat and her perfume drove him on; his straining, battering rod was 
like the steel piston of a train, roaring back and forth, deeper and deeper. 
.. . 

Hillary was consumed by pain now, racked by the terrible punishment her 
husband was inflicting on her for her irrational thoughts and impulses. The 
bruised walls of her anal passage were burning under the fierce shocks. She 
had never felt such pain in her life. 

I can't bear it! She thought. No more! No more! I'll be torn apart like a 
helpless animal under the ripping, slicing claws of an outraged lion! The 
agony was at its height now and she screamed in pain. 

"AAANNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

The thrashing of her body and her piercing cries only increased Paul's wild 
animal thrusts. He grunted and heaved, his own body shot through with a 
turbulent mixture of rage and lust! He thrust his thick, blood-gorged cock 
deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously! 

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" He shouted! "IT'S ALL YOU DESERVE!" 

"AAAAAANNNGGGGGGHHH!" She cried! "NOOOOO, PLEEEEEEEESE NOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

But suddenly, as the torturous punishment reached its apex, Hillary 
surrendered totally to it... and a new feeling began to ripple through her 
body; out of the humiliation and shame came a new feeling of sensuality and 
excitement. She felt she was melting, as if her body was bathed in 
voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable, yes even 
delicious. . .. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . PAUL... Ohooooooooooooh!" she moaned. 

She became thrilled at the thought of her strong, bull of a husband 
battering her from the rear like she was a whore. This lewd idea charged her 
with a new excruciating, pulsing hotness. 

"Ooooooooohhh! Yeeeeessssss!" She cried. "YEEEEEEEESSS!" 

Paul was grunting and moaning now, his body sweating, tense and alive with 
excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his swollen penis still 
deeper into her heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth, 
driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality and she received his iron 
blows with a gasping ecstasy. Suddenly she was caught up in a whirling, 
boiling vortex of excitement; she felt extraordinary thrills surging in her 
loins, her body steaming with heightened passion and sensuality.... 

"OOOOOOOOH! I'M CUUUUUMMMIIINNG!" She cried. "I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIING!" 

As she cried out, Paul felt his body begin to respond to her mounting 
orgasm; he could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his 
throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He 
was cumming too! 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his 
mighty load like a cannon into her hot, steaming anus. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHH BABEEEEEEEEE!" he groaned. "OOOOOOOOOHHH BAABBBEEEEEEEEE! 
AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!" 

He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged prick shot the 
torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging 
river enter her like lava, streaming into her loins and seeming to spread 
out through her entire splintering exploding body. On and on it came, a 
seemingly never ending rocket-load of turbulent gism. Paul could feel it 
streaming through his long, thick rod and gushing through the charged 
rubbery head. 

He felt wildly excited, like an ecstatic, conquering warrior chieftain, 
shooting his turbulent cum into the shuddering rear of his slave-captive, 
forcing her to submit to his harsh cruelty. An ancient primitive exaltation 
consumed him as he released his white, boiling sperm into her asshole. 

"'AAAAAAHHHHHH! UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGH!" he grunted triumphantly! 

His grip on her hips tightened! She screamed as the force of his clawing 
fingers increased the stabbing, shuddering thrills she now felt. Her hot, 
throbbing cunt secreted its own violent juices as she responded in ecstatic 
orgasm to his wild moans and cries. 

"Ooooooooohhh! Yeeeeeeeessssss!" she groaned. "Yessssssssss!" 

Then, suddenly spent of his male juices, Paul pulled his cock out of her 
rectal passage. There was a sudden POP! as the still gorged, thick head 
pulled away from the stretched, aching hole. He quickly slumped to the bed, 
his back turned to her as if to end all further communication. Exhausted, 
drained from the violent activity, he soon fell into a heavy sleep. 

Beside him, Hillary had crumped into the sheets, her body still trembling 
from the excruciating violence and pleasure of the act. Pain still spread 
through her buttocks and rippled up her spine, a merciless reminder of the 
humiliating agony she had just suffered. Slowly she adjusted her body and 
lay stiffly next to her silent husband. 

She stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, tears welling up in her eyes, 
and wondered if there was yet more debasement in store for her. Later, much 
later, she fell onto a tense, restless sleep. 

Paul rose early the next morning and was driving to work well before Hillary 
had even begun to stir. He wanted no part of a confrontation and needed to 
think things through calmly at the office. He parked the car in his usual 
parking lot, returning the friendly grin and "good morning" from the 
attendant with a stiff nod. He didn't mean to seem cold, but the weariness 
of the joumey compounded with the troubled evening he had had gave him the 
feeling he was almost underwater, working on will power alone; he was 
groggy, tired, and still very angry. He walked through the wide glass doors 
that led into the massive skyscraper where his firm kept its executive 
offices. He tried to smile at the young girl who sold newspapers and 
cigarettes in the lobby, and he even managed a relatively warm greeting to 
the small, somewhat nervous man who ran the elevator. 

"Twelfth floor, that's it, isn't it, Mr. Sanson?" 

"That's it, Frank," he said. 

The elevator filled quickly with secretaries, clerks, and others, like 
himself, young executives; there were the usual greetings and half-hearted 
jokes. It seemed forever before the overhead light flashed twelve. The doors 
slid open and he moved into the bright, modern offices of Cambrian 
Advertising Agency. 

"Good morning, Mr. Sanson!" the receptionist greeted him. 

"Hello Shirley," he said, smiling at the cute, young blonde behind the desk. 

"Miss Tate said I should corner you the minute you came in and tell you to 
run-not-walk to her office as soon as possible!" 

Paul smiled. 

"If I don't get some coffee first I'll have to stumble into her office." 

"There's some fresh coffee right on your desk," she said, "made it myself 
from an old family recipe!" 

"Shirley, you think of everything, don't you?" 

"Well..." she said, looking at him coyly, "almost everything." 

"Thanks," he said, too sleepy even to pick up the hint of flirtation from 
the girl. He moved down the yellow and orange corridors, his shoes clicking 
smartly on the shining tile. The brisk coolness of the air conditioning had 
already begun to clear his head a little, and when he got to the office he 
drank some of Shirley's coffee with relish. He sat at his desk, lit up a 
cigarette and glanced around the office. 

He liked the smart wood paneling, and the expensive modern furniture; 
gazingout the window he saw the familiar panorama: gleaming skyscrapers that 
spanned time and decades. It always gave him a good feeling to look at this 
impressive view. It gave him a sense of... of power, yes even of manliness, 
to know that he was a part of this complex world of business, technology, 
and electronics -- concrete testimonials to man's inventiveness and 
brilliance. Yet he had never been able, to communicate what he felt about 
this world to his wife. She never understood his love for this mighty world 
of stone, architecture and builder's tools. 

Maybe that's what's wrong between us, he thought. If we could only 
communicate more we might not fight so much. But there seemed no way around 
Hillary's obsessive jealousy; a wave of anger swept over him again as he 
remembered her accusations. He was particularly incensed because he had 
never allowed the idea of pursuing another woman to enter his mind! 
Particularly Eva Tate. Not that she was unattractive, far from it! But 
knowing the feelings that such an intimate business relationship might 
create for his wife he had gone out of his way to avoid an amorous situation 
between he and Eva. And yet despite all this his wife still accused him, and 
he was furious! 

"Hey, handsome, how about a little of your time?" 

It was a woman's voice, low and husky. He glanced up and saw Eva Tate coming 
into the office. She was a striking woman, about five foot eight, with a 
stunning, well-developed body; in the svelte lines of her tailored business 
suit Paul could see the firm, ripe swelling of her breasts, the slim tapered 
waist, the full hips and her long, slender legs. Her face was framed with 
streak blonde, lustrous hair, curled and coiffed in an elegant hairdo 
falling down her back and across her shoulders. The shining, cascading mane 
set off perfectly the porcelain whiteness of her skin, the cat-like green 
eyes, and the natural redness of her lips. She looked much younger than her 
thirty-two years would indicate. 

"You look like something the cat dragged in," she said. "Rough night?" she 
asked, arching her eyebrow slightly. 

Paul turned away evasively; he felt caught by her timely entrance, and did 
not want to reveal to her the turmoil he felt. 

"Oh, just a little tired. You know that was a hell of a rough trip," she 
agreed, "the minute I got back to my apartment I just stripped down to my 
little old birthday suit and snuggled up in bed. I had the most delicious 
sleep, too!" 

She moved around behind him, glancing at the way his dark hair curled 
slightly over the edge of his white shirt. It was so thick and dark, she had 
wanted to reach out and caress it so many times, but always kept her 
distance. She knew from experience that in a case like this it was better to 
wait for an opening. But if, as she now sensed, their marriage was in 
trouble, that was a different story. She had never liked Hillary much, 
especially since Eva had had her eye on Paul. But the minute Hillary came on 
the scene Paul was infatuated and ignored Eva's advances completely. She had 
always resented this, but until now she made no move that would betray her 
feelings. She knew she could have any man she wanted, but she wanted Paul; 
at the moment it looked like he was on the verge of being very available. 

She sat on the edge of the desk, next to him, and pulled up her skirt 
slightly to expose the knee. Paul glanced at her long, sleek legs 
unconsciously, then, catching himself, he turned away guiltily. 

"Wife trouble, honey?" 

Paul was startled by what she said and almost choked on his coffee. They 
both laughed. 

"Well, just a little," he said, "nothing serious." 

Eva knew it was a lie. 

"Is she jealous?" she asked. 

Paul turned to her, startled. 

"How ... how did you know?" 

"Oh, it's not an unusual thing, you know. Woman for a boss, naturally the 
wife is bound to get suspicious. Did you work it out all right?" 

Paul hesitated, not knowing what to say. Eva sensed his difficulty and 
changed the subject. 

"Look," she said brightly, "I'll tell you why I wanted to see you. They've 
just finished redecorating the company apartment at the Carlton Plaza. I've 
been dying to see it! Let's go! It's just the thing to pick us up, and we 
can talk over the Kansas City contract too!" 

Paul smiled at her. 

"Why not?" she said, winking at him. 

 Chapter Three 

Unlike their office building, the Carlton Plaza was an old building, mostly 
made of stone, and built around the turn of the century by a famous German 
architect. There were fountains and Greek sculptures, even a reflecting pool 
with glittering goldfish. It was a world of immeasurable old world luxury, 
and Paul liked the feel of it. He liked the way the doormen and desk clerks 
greeted him with respect and a certain awe. He and Eva were treated like 
royalty as they made their way to the elevator. Within seconds they were 
whisked to the fifteenth floor, the penthouse, where Cambrian's Advertising 
Agency had recently redecorated its Guest Suite, a suite of rooms kept for 
important clients from out of town, or for entertaining customers, or simply 
as a retreat for a harried executive; a place to relax and take things easy 
in utter comfort. 

"It's fabulous," Eva exclaimed as they entered the suite, "Just fabulous!" 

And it was. Done mostly in dove gray, with dramatic touches of orange and 
yellow. 

"And look at the bedroom!" she cried, flinging open the door. 

It was in orange and subtly accented in soft orange and gold wall paper. The 
centerpiece was a huge water bed in the exact middle of the room, draped 
with a glittering orange cloth. Most of the walls had floor-to-ceiling 
changing mirrors, and above the bed, suspended from the ceiling, was a huge 
sky light, slightly tinted with a smoky haze that made the room appear to be 
among the clouds that flocked dreamlike overhead. 

"I can't believe it," Paul said, staring at the overhead skylight, "this 
must have cost a fortune!" 

"Oh, a small fortune, yes," she said, "but it's worth every penny in terms 
of our image." 

She tested the mattress. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she said, glancing towards Paul, ".. . .nice and firm." 

They looked at each other fully now, for the first time that day; their eyes 
penetrated deeply and it seemed to Paul as if he was seeing her not as his 
boss, but as a woman, a voluptuous, exciting woman. But Hillary's face 
suddenly flashed into his mind and he turned away, blushing slightly. He 
moved back into the spacious living room and went into the small, perfectly 
equipped kitchen. He opened a couple of closets and discovered a completely 
stocked bar. 

"How about a martini?" he asked, "It's early, but I think I could use one." 

"Perfect!" Eva said, grinning "So could I. No reason why we shouldn't make 
ourselves very comfortable." 

Paul mixed the drinks and watched as she took off her jacket. As he saw the 
outline of her large, full breasts beneath the gossamer silk of her blouse 
he felt his pulse quicken; a warmth pervaded him. Her blonde, shining mane 
fell around her shoulders. It softened her whole appearance, gave her a more 
sensuous, feline appearance, he thought. She kicked off her shoes and leaned 
back luxuriously on the couch. 

"Oooooohhh! That feels marvelous!" 

"Here's the drinks," he said, carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher 
of martinis. 

"How about a toast?" she said. 

"Fine, what do we toast to?" 

"To your marriage?" 

Paul looked at her steadily. 

"I think we should toast to the firm," he replied. It's a bit more 
appropriate at the..." 

"Absolutely," she agreed. "To the firm!" 

They clinked glasses and sipped. 

As the heady magic of the gin and vermouth began to work on them, Paul sat 
on the floor next to the sofa, feeling more and more relaxed. He began to 
muse. 

"You know, Eva," he said, "I think if we play our cards right this firm 
could be one of the biggest in the country in three years." 

"Not 'one of Paul, THE biggest. You wait. And in one year, not three. I 
guarantee you that.'" 

"You're quite a woman, Eva, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you." 

"Thanks ..." she said, "you're quite something yourself." 

Paul laughed. Then a silence fell. He became somewhat uncomfortable, not 
knowing what to say next, feeling a little guilty about the situation. Eva 
sipped her drink slowly, watching Paul with growing desire. 

Now, she thought as she watched him, now is time. 

Paul stiffened slightly as he felt the delicate tip Eva's finger trace 
around the hairline at the back of his head. 

"You've got such beautiful hair, Paul," she said softly, "and I like the way 
you have it cut...." 

"Thanks," he said. He felt torn, one part of him wanted to give in to her 
advance and to return it, but another part of him wanted to pull away and 
close the subject. After all he was a married man, and this was a highly 
dangerous situation. And yet, after all of his wife's insults there seemed 
no reason in the world not to give in to the strange attraction he now felt 
for this woman. The touch of her finger sent a tingling sensation through 
his neck and back, his body started to come alive, his genitals were 
beginning to stir with feeling. She began to stroke the back of his head.... 

"Eva..." he said, pulling away slightly, "I don't know if we should...." 

"Paul..." she said, gazing at him steadily, hypnotically, "look, I know 
what's going on. I can tell when a man isn't getting what he needs from a 
woman. I like Hillary, you know that, but she can't give you what you need, 
can she? This world, our world, is something she can't understand like we 
do. Am I right?" 

Paul nodded slowly, remembering their endless quarrels. 

"She doesn't have to know about this," she continued, "unless you want her 
to know. This is between us." 

She moved closer, whispering into his ear. 

"I can give you what you need, Paul, and I can give it to you the way you 
want it. All you have to do is ask. ..." 

Paul turned and looked at her. Her green eyes seemed to glitter -- she 
seemed to radiate sensuality and a promise of wild excitement. His heart was 
pounding; he moved towards her almost involuntarily, impelled as if from 
within, drawn irresistibly to this stunning creature. With a little cry, his 
arms suddenly reached out for her, and they embraced quickly, kissing 
hungrily, finally able to release what had been pent up and hidden for so 
long. 

"Oooooooooh, Paul, ooohhh how nice!" 

He kissed her neck, her face, his hand caressing the shining blonde hair, 
thrilling him with the way it felt. Her lips sought his eagerly, and she 
plunged her hot, moist tongue deep between his lips, exploring the teeth, 
the soft flesh; then his tongue pushed hers back and he penetrated her mouth 
with equal excitement. Their bodies pressed close and Eva's hand quickly 
roved down between Paul's legs where she felt the thick, stiff penis, hot 
with need and desire, straining against the material of his pants. She began 
to massage it skillfully; Paul, feeling the erotic movement of her hand, 
became wildly excited. He moaned as she grabbed the soft, pulsing mound of 
his testicles through his trousers. His hand quickly found its way up the 
back of her blouse and he swiftly undid the clasps of the bra. His hand 
moved in to feel the soft, resilient orbs, his fingers lightly brushed the 
tips of her breasts and they stiffened and stood erect under his touch. He 
felt a sharp sensation on his earlobe as Eva nibbled the soft flesh with her 
teeth, biting slightly, then biting a little harder. At first Paul didn't 
like the forwardness of her action, but the slight, sharp pain he felt when 
she bit there was undeniably exciting to feel and his body tingled when she 
did it. He moaned pleasurably. 

"Like that?" she whispered. 

Suddenly she bent down and kissed his neck so hard that the intensity of her 
kiss made a little red welt on his skin; it sent shudders of erotic yearning 
coursing through his body, his genitals throbbed excitedly, yearning for 
more. 

"Ooooooh, baby ..." he groaned. 

Free of all restraint now, they began tearing at each other's clothes. 
Blouse, skirt, trousers, shirt, socks, flew every which way. Within moments 
they were clasping each other's hot naked bodies with ravenous desire. Hands 
were touching, rubbing, caressing" the skin; Eva loved the feel of the tall, 
hard body she held; her hands roamed eagerly over the muscular shoulders, 
the rippling, tapered back, the strong, buttocks that seemed charged with 
strength, the thighs, the flanks. She kneaded the tufted hair on his chest. 

"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!" 

Paul, hot with desire, felt the satin-smooth texture of her skin -- her body 
was soft, like sculptured cream, undulating lewdly under the touch of his 
broad, grasping hands. Her pelvis moved back and forth inviting his 
throbbing cock to undreamed of delight. He felt his gorged shaft standing 
erect, hard as a rock and pulsing to go into her. Her hands flew to his 
massive rod and began to massage him into a frenzy of lust; she skillfully 
pulled back the velvety foreskin to expose the charged, rubbery head, 
teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves 
that thrilled Paul as never before. 

His fingers roamed quickly to the curling strands of hair that surrounded 
her vaginal slit, he explored the moist pubic patch with trembling 
excitement. 

Eva cried with pleasure as she felt his fingers run the length of the hot, 
wet furrow. He delicately flicked the clitoris which hardened instantly, 
sending a shiver of electricity through her; his hand grasped her pussy 
wantonly, obscenely, and he pushed his finger into the wet, throbbing vagina 
as Eva gasped with pleasure. 

"Oh yes!! Babeee!!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his stroking 
finger; she moved her hips lewdly to give him ease of entry. 

Paul was delighted that she had none of the frustrating resistances he had 
felt from his wife -- he felt freed as never before to explore the depths of 
his passion. He hungrily moved his finger into the moist, throbbing interior 
of her cuntal canal, deftly driving her to wild, erotic excitement. She 
gasped with delight. 

"Oh, yes, come to me !" she cried, "Come to me!" 

Eva quickly lay back on the couch, and in seconds Paul was upon her; they 
were no longer business associates, they were past all sense of worldly role 
or identity, past all guilt or conscience, they were caught in a turbulent, 
vulgar act that defiled reason. Eva cried out in pain and pleasure as Paul 
plunged his massive, gorged shaft into the wet, throbbing folds of her 
vaginal slit. He sank deep into her and the intensity of the feeling that 
passed between them was beyond their wildest dreams. 

"Ooohhhhhh!" she moaned, "You feel so good...soooooo gooooood!" 

Now he began to move his cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as he 
went; Eva pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls clasping hungrily at his 
pumping ramrod. 

It had been so long since he had known this charged sense of freedom, that 
Paul was consumed with sensuality. He began to ram her with mounting 
intensity. He had held back so long with his mistrustful wife, trying to be 
gentle, that he had kept a firm hold on his deeper, more obscene urges. But 
now, thrashing with abandon, with this green-eyed, golden-haired amazon 
beneath him, driving him to ecstatic excesses he had never known before, he 
felt exultant, and he drove himself into a frenzy of lusty excitement such 
as he had not known for years. 

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUUUCCCK YOOOOOOUUU!" he shouted 
savagely. 

At first Eva was shocked at the intensity of his cries, but it excited her 
too, and as she felt his sweating, sinewy body twisting and plunging into 
her, taking her to excruciating heights of sensuality, she found herself 
crying out the same lewd phrases ... 

"Oh yes, YEESSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DO IT HARDER!" she screamed, "HARDER! 
HURT ME! HURT ME!" 

Her wanton words and the sight of her eyes pleading wildly multiplied Paul's 
sense of grunting abandon. So, he thought, that was how she liked it! He 
rammed at her now without mercy, the hard, rubbery buttocks bobbing up and 
down, his long, thick cock gorged to the bursting point, his body wet with 
sweat. His round, throbbing balls slapped against the wet furrow of her anal 
passage. He felt every muscle tense, alive "with excitement, straining under 
a torrent of lust. 

"AAAGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, reveling 
obscenely; the knowledge that she was his office superior only increased her 
pleasure; she was a woman used to using men, for whatever she needed, and 
now she had Paul! It was beyond her wildest expectations. The harder he 
drove into her, the more she wanted, and if it hurt and bruised her, that 
made it all the more exciting, for the pain was mixed with sensual 
excitement like an incredible aphrodisiac. She loved the feeling of his 
iron-hard prick tearing at her, plunging mercilessly along rhe shuddering 
walls of her hot pussy. She screamed with delight as -he began to suck and 
bite her nipples, to pierce her with little ripples of pain and pleasure. 

"Yeeesss!" she cried, "That's it! OOOOOOHHHHHH BAAABBBY!" 

Paul felt charged to the full extent of his manhood, he felt he was at last 
getting the kind of release he had been waiting for. He smote her like a 
bull-god, pumping his driving cock into her pulsing, wet vagina, that opened 
upwards to receive him greedily. 

As their hands roved lewdly over each other's hot, moist bodie?, Paul felt 
his seed begin to surge and gather in his loins; the enlarged, wet balls 
slapping at her eager pussy began to bulge with white, bubbling cum and in 
this new excitement he redoubled his intensity. Eva felt the change in him, 
and at the same time felt herself bathed in a new exultancy, the throbbing 
in her pussy seemed to grow, she was being bathed now in waves of pleasure, 
shot through with tingles of delight. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned, "YEEESSS! I'M CUMMMINGGG!" 

Paul was at theburstingpoint now too, mad with desire; his gorged cock was 
ready to explode with cum -- and suddenly the moment came, he shot his 
teaming river-load of hot seed into her. She felt flooded with warm, 
exciting wetness. It spread through her as her legs and body thrashed 
wildly. 

"UUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she cried. 

"OOOOOOHHH BAAABBBEEE!" Paul shouted, spasmodically shooting his surging cum 
into her "OOOHHH YEEESSSSSS!" 

The feeling of releasing himself fully, ejaculating wantonly into this woman 
he had known for so long under highly different circumstances, gave Paul 
immense pleasure, a strange sort of delight. It seemed to give him an erotic 
freedom he had always denied himself. For now he drove himself brutally into 
her, in a way he would never act with his wife. His eyes glazed with mad 
excitement, emptying himself triumphantly. She received his piston-like 
strokes eagerly, her eyes closed, her hands clasping the rippling muscles of 
his back and shoulders. She felt her own cuntal juices flowing freely, and 
seemed to be released from the aching tension and pressure of her job and 
her life. She gave herself totally to the feeling, knowing this was what she 
craved more than anything; this delicious feeling of erotic completeness. 
She was lost in a river of lust and orgasm. She felt her female juices 
draining away, and the turbulence of the orgasm began to diminish and ebb 
away. 

Gradually Paul spent himself completely and lay back next to her on the wide 
bed, exhausted and satisfied. 

Eva looked at him through half-lowered eyelids. She relished the warm, 
luscious feeling that pervaded her. 

"Say..." she whispered, "that was really something. I didn't know what I've 
been missing." 

"Neither did I," Paul said, reaching for the tray of martinis. "Maybe we 
should have done this sooner." 

Eva smiled at him, delighted over the unexpected turn of events that day. 

"Well," she said lazily, "better late than never." 

Later that day, at about one, Hillary Sanson stood at the corner of Bay 
Street and Cornith Avenue; she waited patiently for the light to change. It 
was scarcely an hour ago that she had decided, on impulse, to visit Paul at 
the office, persuade him to have lunch with her, and perhaps iron out their 
differences. She felt a little foolish; perhaps, she thought, he'll be angry 
with me for coming down to the office like this without even calling, but I 
just couldn't wait any longer. He was out of the house so early, I didn't 
have a chance to talk to him. 

She was dressed in a tight-fitting skirt and blouse and wore a bright green 
sweater over her shoulders. To all the world she looked like a pert, happy 
housewife, one of millions across the country; but inside she was troubled. 
She felt her husband was drifting away from her, that their marriage of only 
one year was already in trouble. She wanted desperately to do something 
about it, but what? 

Soon she was in front of the huge skyscraper. She hesitated -- she hadn't 
been back to the familiar building since the early days of her marriage. She 
had missed working, missed the gossip and the jokes with the other girls, 
and the routine of an interesting well paid job. Now, as she stood before 
the door, terrified to go inside again, she realized how much her life had 
changed in so short a time. 

She pushed her way through the doors, walked straight to the elevator and 
was soon on the twelfth floor. As the doors of the elevator parted, she 
walked out into the familiar corridor. "Hillary! What a surprise to see you 
here!" 

"Hello, Shirley, how are you?" 

The two girls embraced and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. 

"You look terrific," Shirley gushed, "Gee, it must be great to be away from 
the grind and to sit around and be lazy air day." 

"I guess so," Hillary said stiffly, remembering with irony the events of the 
night before. "Is Paul in the office? I want to see him for a minute." 

"Gee, I don't think so. He and Miss Tate went out about two hours ago. ..." 

Hillary went pale, but recovered quickly. 

"Oh," she said softly, "Well, I guess I won't wait, I have some things to 
do." 

She turned quickly and started back to the elevator, when the doors opened 
and a handsome, brown-haired man of about twenty-seven walked out. 

"Hillary! My God, what a surprise!" 

"Hello Neil." 

It was Neil Anderson, one of the top commercial artists in the country, and 
also, Hillary remembered ruefully, the biggest playboy in the firm. He was 
jauntily dressed in a blue and white pinstripped suit and vest and a light 
blue shirt. He had put a red carnation in his lapel. 

Neil and Hillary had known each other at work, and more than once Hillary 
had to artfully dodge being pinched behind the files, or being cornered in 
the elevator. Not that Neil wasn't attractive, by no means. His boyish good 
looks, his freckled face with sparkling blue eyes, and his six-foot muscular 
body, kept in top condition with daily workouts in the executive's 
gymnasium, were most appealing, not just to Hillary but to all the girls. 
But Neil had a reputation of "love-em'and-leave-em," he was a confirmed 
bachelor with one thing on his mind: sex. 

Neil grabbed her in his familiar bear-hug and squeezed her tightly. 

"Oh, it's good to see you, sweetheart! Baby, the typing pool lost its 
prettiest chickie when you got snagged! What are you doing down here 
anyway?" 

"Oh ..." she stammered nervously, "... oh ... I just came down to surprise 
Paul and . .. and maybe have lunch...." 

"Well, the old boy's out having one of his tete-a-tete's with Eva." 

Hillary turned away, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. 

Oh damn, she thought, I don't want them to see me like this! Not Shirley, 
why she'll gossip to all the girls, and god knows what Neil will make of all 
this! 

"Hey . . . what's this?" Neil turned her face up to his; he was the very 
model of sympathy and understanding. "Crying? What's the matter? Can I 
help?" 

"Is everything all right, Hillary?" Said Shirley, her interest peaked by 
Hillary's sudden breakdown. She was alert for any new gossip. 

"No ... no, I'm all right, really." 

Hillary felt ashamed and humiliated. She wanted desperately to get out of 
the office, away from Neil and from Shirley's probing stare. 

Neil could sense her dilemma and took her arm gently. 

"Look, come on and have lunch with me and we'll talk it over. I think you 
need a shoulder to cry on and I've got a shoulder here just aching to be 
used." He smiled warmly. "How about it?" 

Although she didn't trust Neil, she felt that under the circumstances she 
had no choice but to go along with his invitation. She was confused and 
hurt; she had to get out of the office. But with Neil.. 

"I know a quiet little place near here," he said, his voice soothing and 
confidential. "C'mon, a drink will relax you and you can tell me all about 
it if you want to. Okay?" 

"All right," she said, brushing the tears from her eyes. "All right ..." 

They moved quickly into the elevator. 

 Chapter Four 

The waiter set the drinks on the table before them. They were in a booth in 
a secluded corner of the cocktail lounge about two blocks from the office. 
They sipped their drinks in silence. Hillary felt strange, being with a man 
she didn't trust in this dimly-lit place. It was a far cry from her routine 
of shopping and house-cleaning. She felt guilty and uncomfortable. She was 
sure she was doing the wrong thing, but felt helpless and needed desperately 
to talk. 

"Now, tell old Neil what's going on, huh?" 

"Oh . . . it's nothing . . . really . . ." 

"Nothing? You burst into tears the first time you visit the office in months 
and now you're telling me there's nothing wrong? Look, Hillary, I know you 
think I'm just an office Lothario, but I've got a heart too. You can trust 
me. Honest injun!" 

Hillary smiled in spite of herself. She had to admit he was a charming man . 
. . and maybe she had misjudged him after all. She took another sip of her 
drink and felt a warmth go through her; slowly her muscles began to relax 
for the first time in days. She felt more mellow and leaned back in the 
upholstered booth. 

"Oh, it's my old jealousy, Neil ... I keep making up stories in my head 
about .. . about Paul and Eva Tate. I know there's absolutely nothing to it, 
but I can't get it out of my mind that they're having an affair!" 

Neil grinned slyly. 

"What makes you so sure there's nothing to it?" he asked. 

Hillary looked at him with intensity. What was he saying? she thought... is 
he implying that... no ... no it couldn't be true. 

"Neil . . . what do you mean?" 

"Gee," he said innocently, "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything ... I mean 
I could be wrong about it. .." 

"Wrong about what?" she asked sharply. 

"Well ... hell, I thought everybody knew about Paul and Eva ... I mean, you 
know they work so close together ... I thought you knew." 

"You mean . .." she fought back a feeling of bitter anger. . . "you mean you 
think they're having an affair?" 

"Think?" Neil laughed. "Oh, you're as sweet and innocent as ever. Of course, 
you can't ever really be sure, but the gossip around the office.. . ." 

Hillary was suddenly racked with sobs. Neil put his arms around her and she 
willingly let herself be held, crushing her tear-streaked face to his 
strong, muscular chest. 

"Oh Neil... I didn't know... I didn't know.. ." 

"You poor kid," he said, stroking her hair, and letting his hand rove 
playfully down her back. 

She's still as luscious as ever, he thought to himself, as she wept quietly 
in his arms. He wondered how it would feel to take her in his arms and kiss 
her hotly, undressing her slowly, savoring each beautiful, lithe section of 
her perfect body, covering her with kisses. He felt his cock harden as he 
held her there in the lounge, and a strong surge of desire swept through 
him. Oh, how he longed to fuck her, to ram his thick, stiff rod into her 
sweet golden pussy. 

Suddenly Hillary broke the embrace and wiped the tears from her eyes with a 
handkerchief, feeling embarrassed at having acted so foolishly in a place 
where everyone could see her. 

"Neil, where are they now?" she demanded. 

"Gee, I know they went over to the suite at the Plaza this morning. I 
haven't seen them since." 

"Take me there!" she said with determination. 

"Oh, baby, don't you think that's going a little far?" 

"No! I've got to get this out in the open now! Before it's too late! Take me 
there, Neil. Please!" 

Neil smiled at her. Well, why not, he thought. He wondered with delight what 
they would find there. He paid the check and as they left the lounge he 
remembered the charming water bed with all the mirrors and the skylight. 

By the time they arrived at the suite it was empty; the two couples had 
missed each other by only minutes. As they moved through the plush rooms, 
Hillary grew bitter seeing the luxurious appointments, imagining Paul and 
Eva reveling shamelessly, laughing at her. She saw the martini glasses, and 
crushed out cigarettes with lipstick on them and the silky pillows strewn 
about the living room floor. 

"Well," Neil mused, "it looks like somebody was here, all right. Looks like 
they had quite a time, too." 

Hillary sat stiffly on a chair, feeling completely humiliated. Paul was 
having an affair, after all; she was sure of it. She thought back over all 
the anguish and soul-searching she had gone through feeling guilty over her 
accusation, and now it turned out that she was right all along. All of 
Paul's protests and anger had been a pretense! He and Eva were lovers! She 
bit her lip and determinedly fought back the tears. No, she thought, I'm not 
going to feel sorry for myself anymore. 

"Ah," said Neil, holding up a bottle of gin, "the demon alcohol!" 

He had found the bar. 

"What'll it be love? Scotch? Rye? Martini?" 

"I don't care," said Hillary flatly, lighting a cigarette. "Anything." 

As Neil mixed the drinks Hillary walked into the bedroom, trying to collect 
herself. She sat down on the bed absently, and took a long puff on her 
cigarette. 

What do I do now, she thought, divorce? Separation? Should I just confront 
Paul with what Neil has told me or what? She suddenly saw her face in the 
mirrQr across from the bed. She was startled, as she saw her face drawn and 
tense, dark circles seemed to grow under her eyes; her lips were a thin, 
tight line of tension. 

"Bottoms up!" Neil walked into the room and handed her a martini. 

Hillary suddenly felt uncomfortable, for she had scarcely realized she had 
wandered into the bedroom. She took the drink and sipped it, trying to 
steady her nerves. She shivered a little as the effects of the mixture took 
hold of her. Neil sat beside her. 

"This is quite a room, isn't it?" he said. 

Hillary rose as if to go into the living room, away from Neil, but he took 
hold of her hand. 

"Hey, don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you you know." 

"Oh Neil," she said, "I know that. .. it's just. .. it's just..." 

"It's just that you've had a hell of a shock and you need a little 
relaxation," he said with assurance. "So stop fidgeting and just calm down 
and relax. Come on. Sit down." 

She smiled nervously and sat down next to him on the bed. From somewhere 
inside the walls music came on, soothing and languid. 

"Compliments of the firm. Piped-in music to soothe the tired businessman," 
Neil said. 

The shimmering sound of the stereo music, an orchestral arrangement of the 
current hits, mixed with the effects of the martinis finally relaxed 
Hillary. She began to feel a little drowsy and warm; she lay back on the bed 
and felt the tension begin to drain out of her. The soft, plush water bed 
and the luxurious feeling of the golden orange bedspread made her feel like 
she was in a millionaire's mansion. 

"That's it," Neil whispered in a soothing tone, "take it easy. Listen baby, 
after what Paul's done to you, you deserve a little relaxation." 

He's right, she thought to herself. Paul's had his share of fun, traveling, 
living high, expense accounts, penthouse suites, love affairs . .. why 
shouldn't I have some fun too! Damn him, anyway! All sense of conscience and 
morality began to melt away under the influence of the luxury environment 
and Neil's artful power of suggestion. 

"That's it," he said, "live a little. It's time you had some fun." 

"Mmmmmmmmm..." she sighed, stretching her body on the bed drowsily, "you're 
absolutely right." 

Neil noticed with delight the full, ripe contours of her body. If anything, 
she was even more desirable than she had been when she worked at the office, 
for now she had a little wifely experience, and that experience had given a 
new bloom and roundness to her physique that was compelling. Watching her, 
Neil felt his thick rod stiffen again with lust. 

Better be careful, he thought to himself, this is an explosive situation. 
I'd better take it nice and slow. I sure don't want a hysterical woman on my 
hands. 

Hillary felt Neil removing her shoes and started to sit up in protest. 

"Take it easy," he said calmly, "I just want you to be more comfortable. Lie 
back . . . that's it. It's okay, now just close your eyes." 

She lay back, exhausted by the activity of the past twenty-four hours and 
glad to have someone tell her exactly what to do, to take the situation in 
hand for her. She trusted Neil now completely. She felt tired. 

It must be the drinks, she thought, or maybe it's the music. I know I should 
leave here, it's wrong to be in this place with Neil, but I'm so sleepy . . 
. and so tired of worrying and crying. . . . 

She heard Neil get up and go into the living room; this relaxed her even 
more. She fell into a sort of drowsiness, half-asleep and slightly tipsy 
from the strong martini. Neil walked to the bar and refilled his glass. 

If I don't handle this right, he thought, it could sure cause a ruckus at 
the office, particularly with Paul. But if I'm careful . . . very careful. . 
. 

Feeling light and sexy from the drinks, he sauntered back into the bedroom. 
His body felt aglow, charged with feeling. And the thought of screwing the 
beautiful, redhaired wife of his co-worker made him even more excited. He 
had always been somewhat jealous of Paul, and the attention Eva Tate had 
showered on him; despite Neil's vast experience in computer programming, 
Paul had gotten most the the plum assignments, and had become Eva's protege. 
Of course Neil made an excellent salary and was more than satisfied with his 
work, but still it rankled him that Paul was the favorite. He had tried to 
seduce Hillary from the first day she came to the office, but she would have 
nothing to do with him. But with Paul it was a different story, she fell for 
him at once. 

Ah, well, Neil thought, time changes everything. He looked at Hillary, 
sleeping lightly on the bed; maybe it was wrong of me to hint around about 
the thing between Eva and Paul but for all I know it may be true. He 
chuckled to himself. Besides, he thought, I could never resist a little 
white lie if it meant a delightful afternoon with such a pretty creature 
like her. 

He moved into the bedroom and softly closed the door. Very quietly he 
slipped off his shoes, then removed his clothes, watching himself in the 
mirror. He liked the look of his thickly-muscled body, his firm chest with 
the brown curly hair, his thick sculptured arms, his slim hips, the hard 
round buttocks, the strong thighs that rippled as he moved, and his long, 
muscular legs. He was glad he had been an athlete in college; it had firmed 
up his body, made it hard yet very supple. He watched himself in the mirror, 
smiling with narcissistic pleasure. 

Hillary began to move sinuously in her drowsy state as she felt someone 
begin to remove her clothes; at first she thought she was dreaming ... she 
thought she was a little girl again and that it was her father undressing 
her as he had done when she would fall asleep in the living room as a child 
and had to be carried to bed. Then, suddenly, she remembered where she was; 
she opened her eyes with a start. In the smoky skylight overhead she saw the 
reflected naked body of a man removing her clothes with quiet tenderness. It 
was Neil! She bolted up. 

"No!" she cried, startled, "No ... no ..." 

But Neil quieted her artfully. 

"Shhhhhh ..." he whispered soothingly, "it's going to be all right. . . it's 
going to be good ... trust me, baby . . . trust me. . . ." 

She wanted desperately to scream! To run out of the room! This was wrong! 
She was being seduced by a man she hardly knew and she was a married woman! 
She was tormented and terrified, yet somehow she couldn't move. She felt 
paralyzed, hypnotized by Neil's words. 

Why can't I move? she thought. I've got to get out of here .. . but then, in 
a blinding flash she thought of Paul and Eva, remembering the scattered 
cushions in the living room, and a desire for revenge began to consume her. 
Why shouldn't I stay? she thought. If Paul can do it so can I! Whatever 
happens will serve him right for what he's done to me! 

"Just lay back," Neil whispered, "lay back and I'll take care of you. You 
don't have to do a thing. You're beautiful . . . oh, Hillary, I've never 
seen such a lovely body in my life ..." 

She was immediately soothed by his comforting words. How wonderful it was to 
have someone take care of her, to soothe her and tell her what to do. She 
lay back willingly. 

Now they were both completely nude. Neil's eyes roved lustfully over her 
perfect body. It was better than he dared hope. Her skin was white as 
alabaster, save for the pink aureoles and nipples of her breasts; the auburn 
hair of her pubic patch seemed to glisten invitingly, and he could catch a 
glimpse of the fleshy slit nestled in the hair. 

He climbed slowly onto the bed where she lay back, invitingly nude on the 
silky pillows and coverlet. He knelt, his legs straddling her hips. His 
dangling hairy balls pulsed and swayed lewdly over her, his long, sinewy 
shaft throbbed, stiff with yearning. He knelt over her for a few moments, 
his body erect. He savored the danger and clandestine quality of the affair; 
they might be discovered at any moment by her husband, or his boss, and yet 
this thought only produced a wicked inward chuckle. He felt his naked body 
tingle as the stereo began to play a soft romantic melody. . . . 

He let his hands play lazily over her body. First he caressed her face, 
relaxing her eyes and facial muscles, teasing her skin with light, delicate 
strokes. Years of experience had taught him just which tricks to use in any 
situation. This was certainly not the first time he had had an affair with 
someone's unhappy wife. 

It happens so often in this business, he thought, smiling. 

Hillary, in her dreamy, half-paralyzed state, felt his fingers glide like 
feathers over her breasts; she felt the skin tingle, then contract; her 
nipples quivered and hardened, the red tips taut with pleasure. He molded 
and kneaded them, relaxing her, yet charging her with sensuality and warmth. 

"Ooohhh..." she found herself moaning, almost involuntarily. Neil's 
expertise was potent, and was working skillfully against any protestation 
she might have made. 

"Feels good, doesn't it.. ." he whispered, "feels sooo nice. You deserve to 
feel nice . . . you deserve everything after what's been done to you...." 

I do, Hillary thought, yes I do deserve it. Why shouldn't I have some 
enjoyment, too? Why shouldn't I have what Paul has? 

These bitter thoughts reinforced Neil's artful stroking, and bit by bit she 
surrendered entirely. He was caressing her hips and thighs now, while his 
face nuzzled lightly in the soft, velvety planes of her stomach. 

His tongue began to flick lightly over the skin, which grew goose-pimply, 
sending shivers of delight through Hillary's body. She began to move her 
body now, to undulate a little under the darting tongue. He moved down the 
stomach and explored the regions around the furry patch between her legs. 

"Mmmmmmmmm . . ." she mewled as she felt his tongue slide closer and closer 
to that tender pink area. She grew excited in anticipation. Neil worked so 
skillfully, so teasingly, that the merest suggestion sent thrills of 
excitement through her. Now his tongue darted quickly into the moist, 
reddish tangle of hair and found the soft pink crevice of her cuntal slit. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned sharply, as she felt his hot wet tongue begin to 
lick teasingly up the full length of her tender pink vagina. Her whole body 
quivered from the jarring shock of a fleshy tongue on her naked, open pussy 
for the first time. This was something she had never allowed her husband to 
do. She felt it was sick and wrong! And yet now, enraptured by Neil's 
brilliant seduction, she was overcome with excitement and unable to protest. 
She gathered strength and tried to pull away, to clench her thighs close 
together, but Neil held her firm in a tight grasp, kneading the ivory mounds 
of her breasts, and continued the wanton darting of his tongue. 

He ran his tongue up and down the moist, trembling slit, probing with the 
magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her moist, throbbing 
pussy, dabbling at the fleshy outer lips, nibbling playfully at the silken 
strands lining them. Now he found the hardened tip of the clitoris and began 
to prove and suck at it, pulling it, sending excruciating shocks of delight 
through her body. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she groaned, at first revolted by the new feelings he 
invoked in her. But as he continued biting and sucking she was overcome with 
a wild sense of excitement that was deep and thrilling. She began to 
undulate her body and twist her hips, encouraging him further. 

That's it, he thought, that's it! She's coming around at last. There 
shouldn't be any trouble from here on in. 

Neil's prediction proved more than true, for as Hillary felt the hot wet 
pleasure of his tongueing, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, 
and pushed her hips upward so as to meet the hungry, probing tongue. Gone 
were all thoughts of shame and guilt, gone were the feelings that she, a 
married woman, had no right to do such a thing. In her wildly exultant 
state, her legs thrashing with delight, she felt she was getting full 
revenge for her husband's unfaithfulness. If he could have an affair with 
Eva Tate, then she could take advantage of what Neil had to offer. These 
thoughts, normally horrifying to her, now simply filled her with a wicked 
sense of pleasure. She was consumed with erotic abandon and gave herself to 
it completely. 

She writhed and squirmed beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought 
she would faint from the ecstatic joy that surged through her loins. She had 
never experienced anything as exciting as this before and she reveled in it. 
Her open cunt was now grinding up into Neil's face, crushing his mouth 
cruelly against the slippery wetness, flaring open to devour Neil's 
pleasure-giving tongue. 

Neil, sweating and passionate, licked greedily, savoring her increased 
excitement. He was exultant that his seduction was successful beyond his 
wildest expectations, and though his massive, gorged prick was pulsing with 
sensual pleasure, he knew that his own satisfaction would be increased if he 
waited for his release until late, when she was fully prepared. Now there 
was the present stimulation of this thrashing, kicking, newly-released woman 
groaning beneath him, his prize for the day! He increased his obscene oral 
manipulation to where she was crazed with excitement. 

She grasped and groaned as Neil, stiffening his tongue, plunged it deep, 
deep into her helplessly squirming vaginal hole, rotating it far up inside 
her. It felt wonderful to Hillary, beyond anything she had ever experienced; 
her hips were oscillating in time to the wet probing tongue plunging deep 
into her, and little eddies of forbidden pleasure raced through her. 

"Oooooohhhhhh .. . OOOOOOOOOH!" she cried in pleasure, as Neil's tongue 
nibbled and darted in and out, occasionally flicking lewdly over the 
clitoris and then back into the widening, eager hole. 

She was lost, lost! She didn't care about anything now! Neil was right! She 
did deserve this! She had never felt so good in her life, even with Paul. 
Oh, it felt so good! Sooo gooooood! 

Neil was delighted with the way she was responding to his manipulation, 
delighted at his own oral pleasure as he pressed deeply into her hot, wet 
vaginal hole, sucking and probing with consummate skill. 

Hillary began to moan steadily now, in the grips of her coming orgasm. Her 
body began to shudder and melt, whipped to a frenzy by Neil's tongue 
whirling around in the velvet-like interior of her cunt, the wet sluicing 
sounds mixing with the sensuous strains of the music. Billows were rising in 
her, she felt near the bursting point, gasping, ready to explode with 
excruciating delight. 

"AAAAAAGGGHHH!" she cried from the very depths of her being .. . her body 
consumed with a rushing, surging electricity. "I... I'm ... cum ... cum ... 
CUMMING ... I'M CUUUMMMING!" 

She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue 
licking furiously at her pulsing cuntal slit, probing deeply into her, then 
racing wildly over the clitoris and fleshy lips. Hungry flames were 
engulfing her, tremors ran through her body as the inflamed cuntal walls 
dilated and shuddered sending out streams of her warm orgasmic juices to 
cascade down over Neil's wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and 
flail, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated, she sank back on the 
bed. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ..." she sighed, luxuriating in the glow that suffused her. 
She felt good, and in the back of her mind was a sense of triumph. "That'll 
show him," she thought, thinking of her husband. 

Neil watched her, pleased with his patience and adept performance. But as he 
watched her, he felt his body yearn for its own release, yearn to spill his 
hot, white male juice into her steaming vagina. He smiled. 

"Take your time, old boy," he thought, "take your time. All things come to 
he who waits." 

Paul and Hillary scarcely saw each other that night. Each was buried deep in 
the secret liaison of the day and they ate their dinner in silence. The next 
morning, Paul was again out of the house before Hillary had risen. 

The events of the past couple of days had begun to trouble Hillary deeply, 
and she thought about it that morning over coffee. The danger she had placed 
herself in became more and more apparent What if Paul knew what she had 
done? And what if she was forced to confront him about his affair with Eva. 
It all seemed perverted and sordid to her now. It seemed wrong to take 
revenge on Paul by allowing herself to have an affair with Neil; her life 
had been so simple before, and now it was becoming hopelessly complicated 
and ugly. Despite the fact that she had allowed herself to enjoy her fling 
with Neil the day before, she now felt revolted at the idea of letting 
herself surrender to him. She decided that the best thing to do was to stop 
before things got any worse. Perhaps if she were more loving to Paul he 
would stop seeing Eva. Perhaps. . . . 

The jangling bell of the telephone interrupted her thoughts. It was Neil. 

"How are you, sweetheart?" he asked brightly. 

She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why did he have to 
call? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? 

"Hillary? Are you there?" 

"Y . . . yes .. ." she stammered softly. .. . 

"I can hardly hear you. Speak louder. How are you feeling this morning?" 

She thought she detected a certain leer in his voice; she was determined to 
end the affair here and now. 

"I feel all right," she said quietly. "Look Neil... I don't know how to say 
this ..." 

"You don't have to say a word, baby," he said cheerfully, "we had a ball 
yesterday, didn't we?"" 

Hillary was silent, biting her lip. She considered hanging up. 

"Hillary?" Neil's voice was insistent. "Are you there? Cat got your tongue 
or what?" 

"Neil . . . Neil ..." it was so hard to get the words out. "Look, I can't 
see you any more." 

There was silence on the other end of the phone. 

"It's not fair to Paul," she said finally. 

"Paul?" Neil said, bitterly, "what about me?" 

Hillary was puzzled. 

"What do you mean Neil?" 

"I mean you got your kicks yesterday, you know, and I have a few coming 
myself, you know what I mean?" 

"Look Neil..." 

"No, you look! You can't fool around with me like that and expect me to just 
walk away when you say so. This is a give and take situation-baby, and we 
have some unfinished business." 

She was shocked by his tone and insinuations. How could he be so insensitive 
to her situation, so unfeeling? 

"What do you mean, Neil?" 

"I mean, love, I'd like our little affair to go on a little longer. You know 
what I mean?" 

Hillary was angry now. 

"Neil, I don't want to see you any more. I think we'd better not see each 
other again." 

There was another silence over the phone, then Neil spoke evenly and 
sharply. 

"It's not that easy, baby. This isn't over yet and won't be over until I say 
so. Is that clear?" 

Hillary listened, terrified. 

"Now you meet me at the suite today at noon, and if you don't show up ... 
well, I think your husband would be mighty interested to hear about your 
little escapade." 

She could scarcely believe what she heard! Her hands were ice-cold and 
trembling, sweat broke out of her forehead. 

"Noon. At the Plaza suite, all right sweetheart?" 

"All... all right____" 

There was a click as Neil hung up the phone. 

Hillary placed the receiver in its cradle slowly and sat staring at the 
floor. 

What kind of terrible nightmare have I gotten myself into, she thought. What 
have I done? The last thing she wanted was to have Neil expose her 
indiscretion to Paul, even though he was seeing Eva. She couldn't bear the 
thought of an ugly confrontation, and besides she had no proof of Paul's 
affair; suppose Neil had been lying, she suspected him capable of anything 
now. How would Paul react? Tears came to her eyes. She knew she had no 
choice but to meet Neil. 

 Chapter Five 

"That little bitch," Neil thought, sipping his bourbon and ginger-ale at the 
suite a little before noon. 

He was bitter about her reaction over the phone. He had purposely held back 
the day before, keeping himself from release so as to be as slow and gentle 
as possible with Hillary. Since then he had been feeling randy and excited, 
looking forward to seeing her again to have the sort of fucking he really 
liked. Now she was treating him like some two-bit office punk, thinking she 
could get rid of him that easily. Well, he thought, if that's what she 
thinks she's got another think coming, and this time I'm not going to be so 
gentle. No sir, not so gentle at all. He had made sure the suite would be 
empty all day, giving him time to spend the whole afternoon with her; if 
this was going to be the grand finale to their relationship, well, he was 
going to make sure it was a memorable one. Long and memorable. 

The door buzzer sounded a few minutes after noon. Neil put on his brightest 
smile and answered the door as if nothing at all had happened. Hillary moved 
hesitantly inside the suite, confused by Neil's cheerfulness. 

Perhaps, she thought, he's had a change of heart. "Hi, love," he said, 
"drink?" She tried a wan smile. "Ss . . .s..sure . . ." 

"Bourbon and coke?" 

"That's . . . that's fine, anything . . ." As he handed her the drink he 
looked deeply into her eyes. She took the drink and moved away., He watched 
her, staring obscenely at the full, fleshy globes of her buttocks, so 
visible against the straining material of her skirt. He felt his cock 
stiffen at the sight, and he moved behind her, stroking her buttocks with 
his hand. 

"Neil . . ." she said, protesting, "Please . . ." 

He stopped her protest by suddenly grabbing her and kissing her hard on the 
mouth, his tongue trying to force entry between her lips. At first 

Hillary resisted strongly, but he held her so firmly with his muscular arms 
that she had no choice but to relax into the kiss. He shoved his tongue in 
deeply between her teeth, roughly exploring the interior. The force of his 
embrace almost caused her to spill her drink, but she caught it in time. 
Their bodies were pressed close together and Hillary could feel the thick 
protuberance of his shaft pressing against her thigh. The force of his kiss, 
and the pressure of his tongue almost made her swoon. It was vastly 
different from the way he had treated her yesterday, and she felt revolted 
by it. But she couldn't break his embrace. Finally he pulled away, grinning 
at her like a Cheshire cat. 

"Nice," he said matter of factly, and picked up his drink, taking a good, 
healthy swallow. 

"Neil . . ." she said, almost inaudibly, "look, I'll give you anything you 
want not to go through with this. Money? Do you want money?" 

Neil laughed drunkenly. 

"Christ, Hillary, what do you think this is? A movie? Who the hell wants 
money? Baby, there's only one thing I want from you and you know exactly 
what that is. Drink up, love, we've got a long afternoon ahead of us." 

Paralyzed by his words, Hillary took a deep swallow of her drink, and felt a 
shudder go through her as the harsh liquid sloshed down her throat. She was 
trapped; there seemed no way out of the situation. Perhaps, she thought, I 
can numb myself if I drink enough. She took another deep swallow. 

"That's it, babe, down the hatch. Good for the soul," he said, refilling 
both glasses. 

He switched on the music again, only this time it wasn't the mellow 
orchestral music of the day before, now it was a popular rock band, noisy 
and vulgar. Hillary instinctively winced at the music. She didn't like rock 
music, it was too loud, and she didn't like the feeling it gave her ... a 
wild feeling, a feeling of abandon that she knew was wrong. 

Neil noticed her reaction. 

"Don't you like rock?" 

"No," she said. 

"Oh, baby, this is one of the greatest rock bands ever! Just listen to those 
lyrics. . . ." 

The lead singer was blaring away to the guitar accompaniment. . . . 

Love me baby, Love me! 

I need you, want you, Love me! 

Hold me in your arms and love me! 

Cause Baby I need you! 

Love me! 

Baby, baby love me! Love me! 

Neil began to move around the room undulating to the music, grinning lewdly 
at Hillary; she could see his stiffened penis through the thin material of 
his pants, pulsing almost in time to the music as he moved his body to the 
stabbing, driving music from the stereo . . . 

"See," he said, "you've got to go with it! You've got to give in to the 
beat." 

He sang along with the record. 

Love me And give me that lovin' 

All night long 

Hold me close through the night and love me Love me. 

He moved towards her, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips lewdly at 
her, half-dizzy with drunkenness and abandoning himself to the wildness of 
the music. She was sickened by the sight and started to move away. She found 
herself in the bedroom and recoiled, remembering the events of the day 
before, shuddering as she caught sight of the water bed and the mirrors that 
seemed to reflect her image everywhere she looked. The music was pulsing and 
screaming now, louder than ever; there was no escape from it, speakers 
seemed to be in every wall, behind every mirror, she seemed to be surrounded 
by jungle-drum rhythms, lewd singing, and shattering electric guitar music. 
She saw Neil lurch into the bedroom. 

He grabbed her and tried to get her to dance with him, thrusting his hips at 
her, and grabbing her buttocks with his hands to encourage her on. At first 
she resisted, she pulled away from him, twisting wildly, but it was no use, 
he was too strong, and in his drunkenness unwilling to let her go. Finally 
the effects of the drinks and the music began to overwhelm her. Almost 
involuntarily she felt her body beginning to to shake and twist in time to 
the music, a savage instinct welled up inside her and she began to shimmy 
with abandon, taken over completely by the rock beat and the muscular, 
sandy-haired man who was dancing obscenely before her. 

"That's it, baby," he exulted, "go, go, go!" She glanced at herself in the 
mirror, shocked at what she saw. There was almost a complete change in her 
appearance. Gone was the prim, innocent housewife, and in her place stood a 
wild undulating creature with hysterical eyes, hair tousled like a 
banshee's, her body thrashing lewdly like a burlesque dancer. She saw Neil 
tearing at his clothes, kicking off his shoes, tossing his shirt on the bed, 
slipping quickly out of his pants and underwear. He stood naked in the room, 
still pumping his hips and body in time to the music, his eyes gleaming with 
delight, his stiff cock arched erect. He grabbed it and shook it to the rock 
beat. 

Hillary was shocked. The obscenity of what he was doing suddenly sobered her 
into consciousness. So this was what he was like! Depraved! Ugly! How could 
she have trusted him yesterday? She was revolted as she watched him move 
towards her, his mouth open, crudely mouthing the words to the song, and 
manipulating himself in front of her. She screamed and started to run out of 
the room but he grabbed her by the arm and held her in an iron grip. 

"Oh no you don't," he said, his words slurring from the liquor and the 
excitement. He hurled her down onto the bed, slammed the bedroom door and 
locked it. He turned back to her and moved towards the bed. She backed away 
from him, scrambling from the bed, but he was too fast for her and in a 
second she was locked in his embrace; he kissed her wildly, his hot sweating 
naked body pressed tightly to her, his cock rock-hard, nearly tearing 
through the material of her skirt. He began to fumble with the buttons of 
her blouse, tearing off the ones he couldn't open easily. "Neil! Please!" 
she pleaded, "NOOO!" But he was deaf to her cries. She was soon naked except 
for her panties. He pulled away from her and stared at her up and down as if 
she was a prostitute. She turned away from him, ashamed of the way he made 
her feel. 

"Dance! I want you to dance for me!" She was stunned by his request, it 
seemed perverted and horrible. But she was powerless to resist and she found 
herself getting to her feet, clad only in her black panties, and 
hypnotically beginning to dance. She felt humiliated, but gave into his 
sickening request as if under the spell of some mad Svengali. At first she 
moved timidly, then more and more in time to the music, half-crying as she 
moved, insinuating her hips to the lewd beat of the guitar. 

"That's it, baby, that's beautiful, beautiful," 

Neil cried, manipulating himself as she danced, excited by this gorgeous 
woman undulating and twisting in only her brief panties. He felt like a 
slave-master, forcing his wench to acts of bizarre perversion. He reveled in 
the feeling. What a far cry from the office routine, he thought; if those 
idiots only knew what exotic pleasures he could create for himself they'd be 
wild with envy! And Paul Sanson, if he only knew what he was forcing his 
wife to do! He laughed at the thought, exulting in his triumph. Now he moved 
in to Hillary and began dancing in front of her! They were no longer Hillary 
and Neil, caught in an illicit affair, they were jungle animals, driven mad 
by the throbbing rhythms of the music, two bodies clamoring for wanton 
obscenity to release the dark instincts they were calling up with complete 
abandon. 

Hillary was numb now, so thoroughly dazed by the treatment Neil had been 
giving her,'so weak that she could only give into whatever he wanted, like a 
slave, like an obedient dog, his servant, his toy.. .. 

Now the music began to pick up its beat, a hammering driving rhythm took 
over. 

Oh yeah! 

You gotta love me Hold me in your arms 

And love me 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

You gotta 

Hold me, 

Hug me, 

Kiss me, 

All night! 

Baby love me! 

Baby you gotta love me. 

Their hot, sweating bodies were clasped together tightly now, moving 
together like savages, half-dancing, half lewdly teasing each other. Hillary 
was drowned in novel sensations, and caught by the pungent odor of sweat and 
Neil's leathery cologne. His hand suddenly reached into the tight elastic of 
her panties and his finger found its way into the vaginal slit, already 
moist and throbbing from the sensuality of the music and .dancing. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Hillary cried from the sudden insinuation of his finger into 
her shuddering pussy. The violence of his movement caused her to pull away 
again, but he was insistent and shoved his finger harshly into her wet 
cuntal passage. He moved it up and down, up and down, in time to the music, 
encouraging Hillary to thrust her hips to the beat as well. Despite her 
anxiety, she felt herself become one with the music and the vulgar 
movements; excitement and desire flushed through her body and she began to 
be transformed with lust. Her hands instinctively grasped Neil's throbbing, 
massively erect prick. It was the first time she had touched it and she was 
excited by the feeling of a strange cock in her hand. Quickly she pulled 
back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the rubbery head, she moved her 
hands up and down the long protuberance, gorged with blood and thick with 
excitement. Neil pumped his hips back and forth; each of them watched in the 
mirrors that surrounded the room. 

To Hillary, it seemed unreal, what she beheld; two wildly thrashing people, 
manipulating each other wantonly. It was as if she wasn't a part of it, but 
was watching some strange, obscene movie. Yet, it excited her too. Never in 
her wildest thoughts could she imagine herself in such a situation, a 
situation that would normally have revolted her. Yet now, caught in the 
turbulent pull of sensuality, she was consumed by a delicious feeling of 
animal vulgarity. 

Neil felt like a wild stallion, watching the wet, squirming bodies in the 
mirror. And now he longed to take this woman, to ride her, stallion upon 
mare. Wildly he tore her panties off of her with one great tearing motion of 
his hand. 

"Get down on your hands and knees!" he ordered. 

Stunned, hypnotized by his command, she did what he ordered, kneeling like 
an obedient animal on all fours on the thick, rich carpet. Neil quickly 
knelt behind her, grabbed his pulsing prick in his hand and entered her hot, 
wet pussy from behind. He shoved his cock in harshly, and Hillary screamed. 

"AAAAAANNNGGGHHH!" 

She jerked forward from the impact of his entry, and suddenly realized that 
she could see herself face to face in the mirror, with Neil straddling her 
grotesquely from behind. She felt utterly degraded and humiliated, her 
cuntal passage was bruised and burning from the sharp impact of his 
penetration. She turned away, unable to look. 

"NO!" he shouted, "WATCH! WATCH IT IN THE MIRROR!" 

Tears filling her eyes, she forced herself to look at the obscene act that 
was forced upon her. Kneeling like an animal on her hands and knees while 
this debauched man took her like she was chattel or a street walker. 

Neil moved back and forth inside of her tight, inflamed passage, his hot 
throbbing balls slapping at the wet furrow as he moved. He too, watched 
lasciviously in the mirror. 

It was a great idea, he thought, having all these mirrors put in. Great 
idea! He felt charged with excitement as he saw this humiliated woman 
cringing under the hammer blows of his battering rod. He moved faster now, 
fucking her harder and harder, thrusting his buttocks forward with as much 
strength as he could summon and ramming her spongy cervix with cruel blows. 

"'AAAAAANNNGGGH! UUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" She screamed under his heavy battering. 
She felt bruised and broken, as his great pressing weight brutalized her 
mercilessly. Her head swam with the music still blaring its vulgar beat. She 
couldn't stand the sight of herself in the mirror with him grunting behind 
her. It was ugly and horrible. How could she have ever gotten herself into 
this? She felt waves of disgust overcome her. . . yet, as she did, the 
disgust was oddly mingled with excitement, a certain lewd sensuality. She 
felt her hips and thighs begin to involuntarily move more in rhythm with 
Neil's harsh strokes. Her vaginal passage began to open and become moist and 
hot, allowing him better entry. She began to breathe heavily, her body 
beginning to glow and tingle. She felt excited now, the pain and humiliation 
began to ebb away. "Oooooohhh . . . OOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, as a delightful 
rush of feeling went through her; her wet pussy began to throb with hot 
desire. She began to pump her hips, her pussy clasping his plunging prick 
greedily, eager to increase the delicious feeling that now began to pervade 
her. 

"OOOOOOOOOH! BABEEEEEE!" Neil shouted, as he felt her begin to respond 
enthusiastically to his strokes. "That's it! FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK!" 

Now, as they both began to thrash wildly, Neil plowed into her with full 
force, his cock gorged with blood and straining for release. He grabbed her 
tightly about the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, slamming his 
prick into her like a wild man. Now they were completely synchronized, two 
animal creatures pumping in unison. The music blared away in raucous 
accompaniment, the singer screamed: 

Love me baby 

Love me baby Hold me! Hold me! Hold me! 

And love me through the night Baby love me! 

Hillary was no longer conscious of anything except this excruciating 
delight; watching in the mirror she seemed to be witnessing a hallucination 
of a demon orgy, a wild, whirling explosion of lewd behaviro. She looked 
like a bucking, thrashing animal, beyond reason, beyond thought. 

Neil, staring wildly at the erotic scene before him in the mirror, moved his 
hot, charged shaft in and out like a sledge-hammer, his body straining with 
pleasure. Suddenly he felt hot and more excited than before; the sleek, 
sweating stallion began plunging his prick in deeper and deeper! He could 
feel a surging, throbbing sensation in his wet, hairy balls as his cum began 
to gather for the final explosion, the moment of release. 

Hillary felt herself overcome with waves of pleasure, tingles of ecstasy 
told her that the moment was nearing when she would secrete her female 
juices in excruciating consummation. The throbbing, widened walls of her 
vaginal canal, melting under his powerful strokes, began to shudder with 
excitement. 

"Oooooohhh . . ." she moaned, "I'M CUUUMMMING! I'M ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" 

As she spoke these words Neil felt his sperm rush headlong into his prick 
and spurt hotly down the long excitedly jerking protuberance. He was at the 
ecstatic moment of climax! 

"AAANNNGGGHHH!" he screamed. His white, hot seed shot out of him and crashed 
headlong into her wet, steaming loins. She, too, was gushing out her cuntal 
juices in electrifying release. Swirling, turbulent liquid entered her and 
she felt consumed in an ocean of joy and delight. 

Neil heaved and thrashed, emptying himself into her; an enormous stream of 
cum rushed out of him, it seemed to go on forever. He lost consciousness of 
body, time and place; there was only this extraordinary feeling in his 
genitals that shot through his entire body. 

Gradually the depths of their passion drained. He lay panting and heaving on 
the luxurious carpeting. Neil pulled away quickly and threw himself on the 
bed; the coolness of the cover felt refreshing on his hot, sweating body. 

"Now that's more like it," he thought to himself, smiling inwardly. "And 
that's only the beginning." 

An hour had passed. Neil lay dozing light in the silky bed; Hillary, 
exhausted and numbed by their wild encounter, had dragged herself to the bed 
and collapsed beside him, hardly caring where she was or what she was doing. 
Almost immediately she fell asleep. 

Stirred by the events of the early afternoon, Neil had strange dreams 
reliving the voluptuous sensuality he had experienced with Hillary. The 
triumph of his seduction kindled wild images in his mind of taking this 
auburn-haired beauty in front of the entire office, fucking her with dynamic 
potency in front of the astonished eyes of his jealous co-workers, and 
particularly in front of Paul and Eva. Under their gaping stares he plunged 
his mighty cock into the hungry folds of her vagina; it was as if they were 
floating in the air, high above the office crowd below, with Neil screwing 
her in triumphant abandon in mid-air! He could hear Hillary's ecstatic 
cries, he could feel the electric excitement in his ramming prick enhanced 
by their weightlessness. They tumbled and floated through the air, thrashing 
and fucking all the while. . . . 

Suddenly Neil was awake and aware that the images in his dream had hardened 
his huge shaft into throbbing life, aching for release again. He turned and 
saw Hillary sleeping beside him. . . . 

In the lobby, fifteen stories below, Paul and Eva had just left the cocktail 
lounge of the Carlton Plaza; they walked towards the elevator. To any 
passer-by they might have seemed like sweethearts, for as they walked, 
light-headed from their post-lunch drinks, they glanced at each other with 
sly smiles, occasionally touching, exchanging low, whispered bits of 
dialogue. 

They had left the office to lunch at the Plaza and definitely planned to 
have another look at the suite. 

"After all," Eva had said earlier as they left the office, "there might be a 
few little touches we might have missed yesterday." 

"Suppose someone else is using it?" Paul had asked. 

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she answered smiling. 
"Besides, we can always go to my place. I've done a bit of redecorating 
myself." 

Paul laughed at her remark. Since leaving the house that morning he had 
hardly thought of Hillary. Now and then a pang of guilt would flash through 
him, but the potent feeling that pervaded him ever since his sensuous 
meeting with Eva the day before had all but washed away any sense of 
wrongdoing. All he thought about was Eva and the tremendous sense of release 
he felt with her, of caressing her satiny skin, sucking those voluptuous 
breasts, and sinking his gorged cock into the inviting, mossy depths of her 
cuntal passage. He had gone straight to her office that morning. There was 
no question of how he felt or what he was going to do. They kissed almost 
immediately after the door was closed and in the heat of their passionate 
embrace they almost fucked right there on the office floor. But Eva had 
cautioned him against it. 

"After all," she said, "the gossip is bad enough around here, let's not take 
any chances of giving them any news that might jeopardize ourselves." 

And so they had made the decision to go to the suite, neglecting even to 
check with the receptionist to see if it had been reserved. All they knew 
was the surging passion that passed between them, a relentless passion that 
had to be satisfied no matter what! They were caught, willingly caught, in 
the grips of a thrilling, secret affair, an affair they both knew was 
morally wrong but they would not put a stop to it; they had gone so far now 
there was no turning back. 

They entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. As 
soon as the doors closed and they found themselves alone in the car, they 
embraced. Paul felt his genitals spring achingly to life, and Eva could feel 
erotic tingles insinuate through her eager pussy and set her aflame with 
desire. . .. 

Inside the bedroom, Hillary was awakened by the feeling of Neil's hot, wet 
tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His body pressed against hers, his 
hard tool throbbing against her thigh. She tried to resist, but Neil held 
her in tight embrace. 

Is there to be no end to my humiliation? she thought. It seemed to her as if 
it had only been minutes since she had been forced to submit to him 
dog-fashion and watch the repellent deed in the mirror, and even though she 
had experienced a certain vile pleasure in the act, she now had no desire to 
repeat it. She wanted to get dressed and get out of the bedroom, the very 
sight of which now revolted her. She knew she had to get home to think, but 
no matter how she struggled, Neil held her fast, kissing her deeply, 
cruelly, crushing her head flat against the pillow, nearly smothering her. 
His hands held her head as she twisted, trying to pry herself loose from his 
kiss. Then he pulled away suddenly, smiling wickedly, staring at her until 
she had to close her eyes to avoid his penetrating gaze. 

"Ready for a little more?" he asked mockingly, sure of his power over her. 
He relished this power, it increased his notencv and renewed his hist. She 
was his slave and he knew it. 

Hillary, her eyes closed, wished that she could imagine herself away from 
the hotel, but as she was only three days before: a devoted housewife, true 
to her husband. If only she hadn't been so jealous. .. . 

She felt Neil pushing her away from him, pushing her downward by the head. 

What is he doing? she thought, Why is he pushing me like this? Then, in a 
sudden flash she realized that she was being shoved down toward his genital 
area! He was pushing her head towards his throbbing, iron-hard penis! 

"NO! NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. 

But he was relentless, she was unable to resist his strength. Suddenly he 
crushed her face against the thick, hot staff; she could feel it pulsing, 
gorged with lust. The pungent, masculine odor filled her nostrils, at once 
repelling yet charging her with an alert awareness. No! She thought, I can't 
let myself submit to such a vulgar act! NO! NOOO! 

This was something she had never permitted herself to consider, even with 
her husband. She could feel the bulbous head brushed against her lips, 
yearning to be tasted, licked, kissed. She tightened her mouth refusing to 
admit it entrance. 

"Suck it!" Neil shouted coarsely, "SUCK IT!" 

A wave of shame washed over her, sweat broke out on her forehead; she was 
being forced to submit in the most horrible fashion she had ever thought 
possible. 

"SUCK IT! NOW! NOW!" 

Shocked by his words, numbed by shame, she timidly opened her mouth. Her 
eyes were filling with tears of guilt, yet she had no choice but to do as he 
commanded. She tentatively reached out with her hands and pulled back the 
foreskin to fully expose the rounded, pinkish helmet. She shuddered slightly 
as she allowed her lips to enclose the tip, as if kissing the rubbery skin. 
A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she took the entire charged head 
into her mouth, and began to suck on it as he commanded. . . . 

 Chapter Six 

The elevator doors had opened and Paul and Eva stepped into the corridor. At 
the door to the suite Eva fumbled with the key. She felt Paul run his hands 
up and down her buttocks and the back of her thighs. 

"Mmmmmm," she said, "you're a man in a hurry." 

"Damn right," he said, smiling. 

She inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. They moved into the 
living room. 

From her position, Hillary couldn't hear the door in the living room slam, 
but Neil heard it at once. He had carefully locked the bedroom door, just in 
case, and hearing people move through the living room simply added to his 
sense of lust and excitement. Suppose it was Paul and Eva, he thought, 
coming here despite the fact that he had reserved the suite! Wouldn't that 
be incredible! A perverted, cruel smile played across his lips. His sense of 
power and triumph suddenly flowered again and he felt his already swollen 
shaft bulge with new delight. Brutally he shoved his prick into Hillary's 
mouth, nearly gagging her. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly by 
the head, pushing his massive cock in and out of her wet, tight lips. 

Paul and Eva had just removed their jackets when they heard a loud, piercing 
moan from the other room. Paul froze. 

"Somebody must be in there," he whispered. "We should go!" 

Eva put her finger to her lips, as if motioning him to be quiet, and 
tip-toed to the bedroom door. She could hear someone groaning and sighing. 
She smiled; the lewd sounds only intensified her passion. She turned to Paul 
and moved to him quietly. 

"Somebody beat us to it," she whispered softly, "and it sounds like they're 
having quite a time! It's probably Neil Anderson and his latest girlfriend." 

"Then let's get out of here," Paul said quietly, reaching for his coat. He 
was not anxious to be in proximity to his old rival, especially under these 
conditions. 

"Relax, there's no hurry," Eva said, taking his coat from him. "It sounds 
like they're only just beginning. Besides, it's kind of exciting, don't you 
think?" 

Paul was puzzled and a little shocked. What did she mean, "exciting?" He 
looked at her intently; her gleam. Could it be that she might actually enjoy 
being nearby when another couple were making love? 

"What's the matter, Paul?" she asked, drawing him to her. "You're not upset 
about it, are you? After all, it's a natural thing, isn't it? There's 
nothing wrong with it." 

Paul was disturbed and afraid. 

"Eva, they might not like it ... I... I mean they might want privacy." 

"They have privacy," she whispered, running her hands through his thick, 
curly hair. "And so do we." 

Paul pulled away. Did she expect him to ... to.. . 

"It's all right," she said, "believe me, there's nothing to worry about . . 
." 

Paul watched, shocked, as she quickly slipped out of her clothes. His mind 
was reeling. For the first time in two days he began to have grave doubts 
about what he had gotten himself into. How could she actually think of 
screwing while there were two people fucking in the next room? Particularly 
if one of those people was Neil Anderson! It seemed corrupt and immoral to 
him. And yet, as he watched her expose her provocative body to him, as each 
article of clothing dropped to the floor, revealing the white, full mounds 
of her breasts, the creamy, resilient flesh of her hips and buttocks, the 
illicit danger and depravity of the situation began to have a strange effect 
on him. He began to feel lewd . . . almost evil ... a lascivious urge began 
to course through his body. . . . 

"UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHH!" 

Neil groaned as he shoved his wet, thick cock into Hillary's mouth, almost 
to the back of her throat. She was dripping with sweat now, hunched over his 
genitals. She shuddered with revulsion as she felt the hard, swollen ramrod 
in her mouth; her lips closed around the hot flesh, feeling the veins along 
the length of it gorged and pulsing. She gagged, almost choked as he shoved 
the massive pole into her resisting mouth, but she realized the more she 
resisted the worse it was for her, so she began, little by little to suck 
and pull at the huge penis. As the rubbery helmet moved in and out of her 
mouth she could .taste the little droplets of pre-cum on her tongue; she 
felt repelled and disgusted by it, but she was helpless. 

Neil insinuated his pulsing spear slowly in and out of her mouth, going in 
deeply, then pulling out slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her lips 
nibbling and licking at the bulbous head, and then clasping wetly around the 
thick pole as he shoved it in lewdly again deep within the fleshy interior 
of her mouth. He liked the feeling of his skin rubbing tantalizingly against 
the teeth, and her tongue playing against the underside of his shaft. He 
pushed in and out, in and out, increasing the tempo. 

"Suck it harder," he cried, "HARDER! SUCK IT HARDER!" 

In the other room, Paul's mind reeled as he heard the obscene shouts, but 
paradoxically he felt his cock harden even more as if in response to the 
coarse commands. Eva, noting this, moved to Paul. She was completely nude 
now, transported by the tantalizing sense Of danger that pervaded the room. 
She could feel her warm pussy already moist with lust. Her body tingled from 
head to foot. She embraced him tightly, liking the feeling of her naked skin 
against his clothes; her legs clamped around his trousered legs. She rubbed 
aginst him as loud moans came flying brazenly from the other romm, easily 
piercing the walls with their intensity. "Eva . . ." Paul protested weakly, 
making a last attempt to pull away. 

"Shhh ..." she whispered. Quickly she unzipped his fly and withdrew the 
erect, throbbing wand from within the folds of the material. Before Paul 
could protest again she was on her knees, her hands pulling back the 
envelope of skin, her lips hungrily clasping the exposed cock. 

Paul was paralyzed with fear. Suppose someone came in! Suppose it was Neil 
in the other room! What kind of insane, mad situation had he gotten into? He 
wanted to leave! He knew this was wrong! But suddenly Eva sucked so deeply 
at his electrified penis that he was swept away by a rush of ecstatic 
pleasure. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" he moaned, as Eva's lips skillfully massaged the smooth 
flesh of his excited cock. She moved her mouth back and forth along the 
charged shaft, pausing only to greedily nibble at the pulsing head. sucking 
obscenely at his trembling cock, felt a new sense of power and excitement 
that swept away his fears and anxieties; he felt like a titan! A God! The 
delicious sense of danger that had excited both Eva and Neil, now began to 
flow through Paul. Suddenly he was no longer afraid, no longer held back in 
fear. Groaning, he began to rip off his clothes, tearing at his shirt and 
tie. Eva, realizing that her artful advance had finally awakened Paul, 
pulled away. He shed his clothes in moments, and pulled her to him, kissing 
her hungrily and clasping her naked body, feeling with delight the smooth, 
tapered waist, the round, resilient globes of her buttocks. They were both 
engulfed in flames of passion, greedily kissing and caressing each other 
with abandon. Eva lay back on the couch, opening her legs, spreading them 
wide and exposing her golden, throbbing mounds to him fully, opening up to 
him like a flowering lotus. Paul climbed onto the couch, leaning over her, 
his penis throbbing wildly, yearning to sink deep into the wet, hot folds of 
her vaginal sheath. 

"Yeeesss!" she cried. "Now! Now!" 

She reached out and grasped his arched penis, drawing it down into her 
aching cave. He plunged in deeply, and as he did they both groaned in 
ecstasy, electrified by their lewd union. Paul began to swing his pelvis in 
and out as they heard cries once again from the other room. 

"UUUUUUMMMNNNGGGHHH! YEEEEEESSSSSS! BABEEE! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! The male voice 
screamed shamelessly. 

The vulgar words had a stimulating effect on Paul's brain, and he felt his 
tool throb and bulge with lust. His dangling balls, already charged with 
excitement, pulsed lewdly as they slapped against the warm fold of Eva's 
anal crack. Eva twisted and moaned under his moves, relishing the feeling of 
his hot, thick joint moving against the undulating walls of her vaginal 
canal as he moved in and out, the rubbery, gorged head smashing against the 
crushed, trembling cervix. 

"Ram me!" she cried, eager for him to batter her even more than he had done 
the day before. "RAM ME! FUCK ME GOOD, BABY! FUCK ME GOOD!" 

Charged by her words, Paul began to pump away at her like a bull, battering 
her without mercy. He felt every muscle in his body come alive with 
excitement and sensuality. 

"UUUUUUMMMNNNGGGHHH! YEEEEESSSSS! BABEEE! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! " 

Her shouted cries penetrated the walls into the bedroom, and for the first 
time Hillary realized there were people in the other room. She was paralyzed 
with fear! 

Oh no! she thought, how can it be! There were actually people in the other 
room and they were making love! As if her debasement were not enough, here 
was further humiliation. What if she was discovered? And what, she thought 
in sudden terror, what if the other people were .. . were . . . 

"UNNNNNNGGGHHH!" Neil grunted in pleasure, and jammed his hot, wet ramrod 
into Hillary's mouth. He knew she had heard those last cries from the couple 
fucking in the living room but he was determined to keep her at her task. He 
gripped her cruelly, her head held like a vise by his hands; he began to 
pump back and forth like a madman. He could see, in the mirror above, the 
back of her head as she sucked his cock; he watched her hovering above his 
crotch, naked and sweating, and watched his own wet, glistening body 
squirming like a snake, shoving his prick in and out, in and out. He pulled 
his knees up, lying back on the bed with Hillary on her hands and knees as 
if in supplication before his genitals, her mouth wrapped around his hot 
phallus. 

He pushed his pelvis up and down, up and down, watching with obscene 
pleasure as the muscles rippled across his body. He cried out in ecstasy as 
he saw how he had humiliated and debased this creature who was forced to 
nearly swallow his massive prick. He felt the white tingling cum begin to 
surge through his inflated balls, and his wild lust increased; he was 
consumed by the gathering rush of excitement that pervaded him. 

Hillary, overcome with shame, felt like a whore, degraded now beyond 
redemption. And yet, as she sucked and licked at Neil's bulging shaft, a 
feeling of perverse evil began to creep through her; somehow, in the depths 
of her depravity, she began to experience a certain excitement. It was 
almost as if... as if... dare she think it? Yes! Yes! She enjoyed her 
shameful position! It was almost a delicious sense of power, power at having 
triumphed over the St. Mary's Orphanage, triumphed over her own sense of 
morality! Yes! TRIUMPHED EVEN OVER HER HUSBAND! In the depths of her 
degradation she was becoming a new person, a person of incredible power and 
wild, strange urges. She began to suck Neil's shaft now with new abandon, 
she devoured his hot fleshy tool with excitement. What had been revolting to 
her only minutes ago began to fill her with a sense of lusty thrills; she 
felt her whole body palpitate, she opened her mouth wide to receive Neil's 
thrusting strokes. She could hear cries from the other room. . . . 

"YEEEEEESSSSSS!" Eva was shouting, consumed by an excruciating pleasure, 
"YEEESSSSSS!!" 

Paul was near the bursting point now, he could feel his penis alive with 
excitement as it slammed in and out of the moist, undulating walls of her 
clasping pussy? his balls were shaking busting with seed and longing to 
shoot their boiling load into the pulsing interior of Eva's steaming cuntal 
passage. 

"Ah ... ah ... ah ..." he began to groan in gathering excitement. 

Sensing his coming orgasm, Eva could feel her own release not far off. The 
walls of her pussy were shuddering now, aching to release the sweet feminine 
juices. She felt an incredible tingling shoot through her sexual organs and 
begin to pervade her entire body. She closed her eyes and began to sink into 
a sea of surging ecstasy. Waves of delight began to wash over her as Paul 
pumped his gorged pillar into her. She opened her legs as wide as possible, 
and ran her hands over his wet muscular body. She massaged the fleshy globes 
of his buttocks that bobbed up and down as he plunged into her deeper and 
deeper, ever more rapidly. 

"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she cried, as she suddenly felt caught by a roaring tide. 
She could feel Paul's boiling seed begin to gush into her and she instantly 
knew that he was cumming too! 

In the other room, Neil could feel the hot sperm begin to rush out of his 
excited prick and shoot headlong into Hillary's clasping mouth. The moment 
came, and he released his fluid into her mouth with total abandon. 

Hillary, feeling the sweet, thick cum burst forth from the exploding head, 
at first was revolted as she felt it fill her mouth and course down her 
throat, nearly gagging her. But the wanton ecstasy she felt quickly 
shattered her resistance and she drank his manly essence with rapture, 
sucking and pulling at his cock while Neil screamed with delight from the 
incredible release he felt. 

"OOOOOOOOOH! BABEEEEEE!" he crld feeling his rocket-load spurt out of his 
prick ana into the deep interior of her throat. 

In the living room Paul screamed also as he shot his white, swirling cum 
into Eva's throbbing vagina. He could feel the cum coursing through his 
ramming cock and gushing out in bursts, then a long, deep river of delight. 

Both couples had reached the apex of their lewd acts at the same time; 
Hillary greedily devouring the strange thick liquid, completely transformed 
into a vile, animal-like creature, caught in the hypnotic spell of perverse 
sexuality. 

Paul's guilt was gone, too, and he felt potent and excited, even though 
there were others in the bedroom. He didn't care now! All that mattered was 
this incredible feeling. 

Eva sighed deeply as she felt the last of Paul's bubbling seed sink into her 
fleshy, shuddering cave. She felt an even deeper release than she had the 
day before, for the danger of the situation had heightened the feeling for 
her. She lay back, swooning in a blissful sea of delight, feeling the orgasm 
ebb slowly away. 

Neil drained himself completely into Hillary's mouth. He had to restrain 
himself from shouting in glory over what he had forced upon this sweet, 
innocent little girl! Only yesterday she would barely submit to him and now! 
. . . now she was his completely! As the last drops of his masculine essence 
seeped out, he lay back closing his eyes and savoring his success. 

Hillary pulled away and became fully aware, for the first time, of the 
depravity of the act she had just performed. She shuddered and felt her body 
grow cold with remorse. Then, in a sudden moment of terror, she remembered 
there were people in the other room! 

Neil knew at once what Hillary was thinking. 

"Shall we see who the visitors are?" he asked. 

Hillary shrank back in horror. 

"No, Neil please.. .." 

Neil laughed at her terror. In the back of his mind he suspected that it was 
Paul and Eva and, crazed with the sense of power at having forced Paul's 
wife to submit to him, he now relished the idea of a face-to-face 
confrontation! After all, if it was them, they could hardly be morally 
indignant, he thought, since they obviously had their own little secret! No, 
this situation was too intriguing! Arrogantly he rose from the bed and 
strode towards the door. 

"Please, Neil, please!" Hillary whispered hoarsely. 

Neil turned to her. 

"Don't worry baby," he said, winking, "I'll handle everything." 

He opened the door. 

Paul and Eva turned suddenly and sat up from their reclining position on the 
couch. 

"So," Eva said, laughing, "it was you! I thought so!" 

Paul froze, guilty at having been discovered by his peer at the office. 

"Yep," Neil said jauntily, "it's little old me. Nice to see you, Paul. 
Having a nice afternoon?" 

Paul blushed and felt his body stiffen at Neil's remark. He was trapped! 
Suppose Neil were to tell Hillary what he had discovered? A deep sense of 
disgust wafted over him, and he moved to cover his nakedness by grabbing for 
his clothes. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a familiar 
face topped by short, curly auburn hair. He immediately knew who it was. 
Neil saw him peering past him into the bedroom and stepped aside. 

Hillary stood just inside the door of the bedroom, fully revealed, trembling 
and naked. 

"Paul. . ." she gasped, terrified, "Paul ... I'm sorry ... I ..." 

Eva gasped when she saw Hillary, then, smiling, turned to Neil. 

"Well, well, well," she said, "what a surprising turn of events." 

Paul was paralyzed with anger. The sight of his wife's nude body, her 
tousled hair, her whole appearance telegraphing vividly what had taken place 
between her and Neil sent a roaring burst of anger through him that left him 
nearly immobilized. His mind, already askew by the events of the past couple 
of days, now reeled and crashed from this new and shocking revelation: She 
was having an affair with him! His wife had ; actually been sucking Neil 
Anderson's cock! 

Hillary could see the turbulent anger vividly in his face. His body became 
taut with suppressed violence, his eyes bulged, flecks of spittle appeared 
at the corners of his mouth. 

"Please Paul," she cried, pleading with him, "don't be angry with me. Please 
understand!" 

But Paul was beyond reason, blind to the fact that he had done exactly the 
same thing himself. The only fact that rang through his mind like a cannon 
shot was that he had been cukolded by a man who had been his rival! His wife 
had been unfaithful to him! He bellowed with rage! 

"You whore!" he shouted, pointing his finger at her, "you're nothing but a 
damned whore! A damned fucking whore!" 

Hillary cried out in anguish, then burst into tears. She crumpled to the 
floor, her body racked with sobs. 

Oh God, oh God, her mind screamed, so it's come to this! Was there to be no 
end to this hideous nightmare? 

"You bitch, what the hell are you doing to me?" 

Paul was trembling now, consumed with rage and out of control. He lunged 
towards his wife as if to slap her. 

"Paul!" Eva shouted suddenly, "Stop!" 

Suddenly realizing there were others in the room, he turned slowly to Eva, 
his mind dazed, his eyes glazed and swollen. He looked like a helpless, 
raging child. 

"Paul," Eva continued in a soothing tone, "Look I know this seems like an 
ugly situation, but you're not being fair to Hillary. After all, you must 
admit that you and I haven't exactly been just having a conference out here. 
We're all human, we all make mistakes. Can't we work this out in a civilized 
way?" 

Paul stared at " her, his mind barely comprehending what she was saying. 

"Civilized . . ." he muttered, half-crazed, "civilized ..." 

Eva glanced at Neil, who had retreated to the safety of the kitchen and was 
gulping down scotch to keep his strength up in the face of what looked to be 
a difficult situation. She turned back, determined to calm Paul by appealing 
to his finer senses. 

"Look," she said, pointing to Hillary, who was crying softly on the floor, 
"Oh Paul, look how beautiful and vulnerable she is. You can't be mad at such 
a lovely woman like that, can you? Why, if I were you, I'd take her in my 
arms and forgive her. To err is human, after all." 

Paul looked at her penetratingly, a strange, bitter smile playing across his 
lips. 

"So, that's what you'd do, is it?" he said in a leering voice. "You'd take 
her in your arms, would you?" 

"Yes I would." Eva answered. 

"Then do it!" he said, a twisted sneer slashing across his features, "DO IT! 
Take her in your arms right now!" 

At first Eva didn't realize what he meant, then slowly she realized what he 
was implying in his dazed condition. 

"Paul," she said, trying to calm him ... "Do it!" he shouted, 
semi-hysterical with anger, "Take that fucking whore in your arms and kiss 
her! You heard me! Kiss her!" 

Hillary was jolted with the shocked realization of what Paul was about to 
force upon her. 

"Oh please," she pleaded from the floor, "Paul please! Don't make me do 
this! Don't!" 

Paul lurched wildly to his terrified wife and grabbed her by the arm, 
pulling her from the floor and hurling her into the living room close to 
Eva. "You heard me! Let's see how civilized we all really are!" he screamed. 
"Go on! Go on, bitch, go on!" 

Hillary stood in the living room, her head hanging down in abject 
humiliation, tears falling from her eyes. Here was the ultimate degradation, 
she thought, forced by her husband to embrace her arch rival! Forced to kiss 
a woman! Forced to kiss Eva Tate. 

For Eva, the situation was strange, but not impossible. She had had wide 
experience in sensuality, and, in her flamboyant, younger days, had a few 
extremely pleasant encounters with women. Despite Paul's uncontrolled anger, 
she thought, perhaps she could find an added bit of pleasure in the 
situation. Of course, she would normally never think of such a thing with 
the wife of a current lover, but under the circumstances . .. why not? 

"Go on," he screamed at them. "Go on!" 

Eva, taking the situation calmly in hand, moved towards the frightened girl, 
and reached out to embrace her. 

Hillary shuddered as she felt the soft feminine arms tenderly hold her and 
begin to caress her shoulders and back. Eva pulled the trembling girl to her 
warm, naked body and embraced her fully. Hillary stiffened and instinctively 
tried to pull away. She felt it was wrong, horribly wrong to have sexual 
contact with someone of her own sex! How could Paul do this to her? Yes, she 
thought, she had been indiscreet with Neil, but he had had an affair with 
Eva! He had no right to do this to her! 

Eva felt a thrill of delight as she let her hands wander playfully over the 
soft, feminine skin. It had been quite awhile since she had held a woman, 
and the sensation was a delicious contrast to the hard, masculine bodies she 
had grown accustomed to. She savored the smoothness of her skin, and the 
sweet fragrance of Hillary's perfume. She held her close and felt the soft, 
supple fullness of her breasts pressing against her own. She could feel her 
own nipples harden at the contact. 

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Paul commanded excitedly. 

Hillary steeled herself for the humiliation of what was about to happen. She 
felt Eva's silky, pliant lips press against hers, and despite her revulsion 
she had to acknowledge that there was something strangely pleasant in the 
kiss. 

Involuntarily she relaxed, oddly soothed by Eva's embrace. Tentatively she 
allowed her hands to touch Eva's body, At first a shudder of disgust coursed 
through her, for she knew it was against all her principles to do what her 
husband so shamelessly insisted. And yet, as her fingers felt the satiny 
skin of Eva's back, the smooth voluptuous lines of her hips and buttocks, 
her curiosity was piqued. She had to admit there was a certain sweet 
excitement in the feel of her warm, sensuous body. 

She shyly returned the kiss, pressing her lips against Eva's. Soon flesh 
responded to flesh and a tingling sensation began to ripple through her 
body. 

"That's it," Paul hissed, "That's it... now go on!" 

Eva's hot, moist lips sought Hillary's breasts, and she teasingly let her 
mouth wander over the rosy tips, licking them, biting them slightly; the 
tender nipples quivered and hardened under her darting tongue. Hillary let 
out an involuntary cry of pleasure as Eva sucked at her little buds and 
massaged her breasts with her hands. 

Paul felt his anger begin to change into a perverse sense of excitement as 
he watched the two women playing with each other's bodies. A vulgar sense of 
power pervaded him: these women were performing crude acts under his 
command! He was the master! They had to obey him! He could feel a rush of 
excitement surge into his genitals as he watched them. He unconsciously 
reached down and began to stroke his bulging shaft. 

Standing in the shadows of the kitchen, all but forgotten by the others, 
Neil watched in complete security, drinking large gulps of scotch. His 
vision was already slightly blurred by the alcohol, and his mind danced with 
delight as he watched the strange acts in the living room of the luxury 
suite. What an incredible afternoon! he thought. Not only have I gotten to 
fuck the wife of my good old co-worker, but now I'm privileged to watch 
these two luscious girls sucking each other! He could hardly contain his 
excitement, indeed he felt his cock spring to life once more as he watched 
the bizarre scene in the living room. His hand roamed down to his huge, 
throbbing pole and he massaged it slowly, savoring the lewd sights and 
downing still more scotch. 

"Go on! Go on!" Paul shouted, "Further! Further!" 

Eva gently eased Hillary down onto the wide, soft couch, still warm from the 
earlier lovemaking. She knelt before her and licked the smooth, trembling 
planes of her stomach, her hands running up and down the thighs and legs to 
excite her. 

"Mmmmmmmmm.. .." Hillary moaned, almost without realizing, "aaaaaahhhhhh.. 
.." 

Despite the horror of her situation, Hillary found herself relaxing, eyes 
closed; somehow she felt calmed by the delicious tonguing she was being 
given. She lay back on the couch as Eva hovered over her pussy, licking her 
thighs and moving teasingly into the moist muff of pubic hair. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ..." Hillary moaned as she felt the tingling thrill of Eva's 
hot, wet tongue on her vaginal mound, the darting tip flicking artfully into 
the curly auburn hair and moving tantalizingly into the fleshy outer lips. 
Little electric tingles began to flash through her body as she felt the 
smooth tongue gliding up and down the soft, pink furrow. Eva licked and 
probed at the clitoris until it hardened and stood erect like a tiny penis; 
she sucked at it, pulling with her eager lips and biting just enough to send 
shivers of delight across Hillary's skin. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh ..." she sighed, giving herself fully to the probing oral 
member. She opened her legs and pressed her moist, warm pussy against Eva's 
face, inviting her to ram her tongue into her, to go even further. But her 
soft sensuality was shattered by Paul's voice. He was shouting at them. 

"No! Swing around! Do it together!" 

What does he mean, she thought? 

"Do it together! Suck each other! Now!" 

Eva, knowing exactly what he wanted, and relishing the idea herself, swung 
her body around, gently easing Hillary fully back on the couch until her own 
warm throbbing pubic mound was directly above Hillary's face. She bent down 
and continued to lick greedily at the delicate, pungent slit. 

Hillary reeled with shock at her husband's newest command! She had let 
herself be positioned, too numbed to resist! Paul wanted her to return Eva's 
tonguing! She had never done such a thing! No! No! She couldn't! 

"Go on! Lick it!" Paul shouted, half-mad with lust, pulling and jerking at 
his arched, bulging prick. "Lick it! Lick it! Now!" 

Closing her eyes, and fighting back all revulsion, Hillary opened her mouth 
and pushed out her tongue as Eva lowered her soft, eager pussy onto her 
face. At first she recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine wetness that 
she tasted as her tongue delicately dabbed at the moist cuntal outer lips, 
but as her own sense of warm excitement was charged by Eva's tongue grinding 
wantonly into her vaginal passage, she began to tentatively explore the 
fleshy furrow. She shivered as she rimmed her tongue around the delicate 
strands of curling pubic hair that lined the soft, pink cleft. Finding the 
clitoris, and brushing her tongue lightly over it, she was startled to feel 
it respond and harden, to quiver.with excitement. 

"AAAAAANNNNNNGGGHHH!" Eva moaned as Hillary's warm tongue flicked over her 
vaginal furrow and played teasingly with her clitoris. She increased her own 
activity, hardening her tongue and plunging it into the wet folds of 
Hillary's cunt, darting in and out like a little serpent. The effect of the 
probing tip was to send waves of delicious radiance through Hillary's body 
that made her writhe with delight. She lost all consciousness of where she 
was now, and responded to Eva's artful licking by ramming her own tongue 
into Eva's deep vaginal cavern. She felt her quiver with excitement and 
increase the intensity of her whirling, ramming tongue. Hillary crushed her 
wet, pulsing vulva into Eva's face, pushing the moist flesh upwards, opening 
her vaginal passage as wide as possible to admit the electrifying, magical 
tip. Eva, in turn, pressed her hot, throbbbing crevice down against 
Hillary's mouth, hungrily savoring the feeling of the darting, probing 
member exploring her interior. 

 Chapter Seven 

The men watched lasciviously as the two female bodies undulated obscenely, 
gleaming with delicate sweat, mouths crushed against pussy, both women 
moaning and squirming under the excruciating delight they were giving each 
other. 

"YEEESSSSSS! YEEESSSSSS!" Paul shouted, wild-eyed, his hand clasped tight 
around his hard, swollen prick, jerking it up and down, manipulating himself 
into a frenzy of lust as the women twisted, hot vaginas pressed against each 
other's mouths. 

Neil, scarcely believing what he saw, was also madly massaging his genitals 
in the darkness of the kitchen. Watching the bobbing, fleshy orbs of Eva's 
quivering buttocks as she crushed her pussy against the whirling, ramming 
tongue that Hillary pushed deeply into her, Neil was elated! Waves of randy 
excitement shot through his body as he stood naked in the kitchen, one hand 
pulling wildly at his moistened, bulging prick, the other kneading his soft, 
throbbing balls. 

Hillary was now completely submerged in a sea of ecstasy, like a madwoman 
she drove her tongue deep into Eva's cuntal passage. She twisted her pelvis 
and ground her pulsing furrow upwards into Eva's mouth, her vaginal lips 
opening outward, savoring the darting, flicking activity of Eva's skillful 
oral instrument. 

Eva pressed her mouth harshly against Hillary's wet, steaming pussy, her 
tongue sinking deep into the vaginal sheath; she smiled inwardly, thinking 
over the events of the last few days while she sucked and probed. Not only 
had she possessed Paul, she now had taken pleasure with his wife as well! 
Who could possibly have imagined that such a thing could have happened in 
only two short days. She had always been a hard woman to satisfy, in many 
ways! But she had to admit that for the first time she truly felt that her 
erotic needs were close to ecstatic fulfillment. As she felt Hillary's mouth 
and tongue sending waves of trembling pleasure through her, she exulted! 
After all, she thought to herself, I am the immediate superior to both these 
men, and, in a sense, over Hillary as well! And they talk about women's 
liberation! Women make their own liberation, she thought triumphantly, and I 
certainly have made mine! With renewed delight, she crushed her face 
greedily into Hillary's fleshy vagina and rammed her stiff tongue deeply 
into the cuntal passage, sending beams of hot, searing ecstasy through the 
widening walls. 

Paul stood manipulating himself wildly, his massive, pulsing rod hard as a 
pistol and aching for release. He was mad with lust as he watched the 
twisting, thrashing women, devouring each other's cunts with complete 
abandon! 

In the kitchen, Neil had leaned back against the wall, excited by the 
coolness of the wall against the hot, wet skin of his back and buttocks; his 
knees were bent slightly, his pelvis pushed forward obscenely, as he 
increased the jerking of his gorged, lust-racked penis. He felt near the 
point of explosion, he could feel the cum coiling hotly through his 
inflated, shaking balls and about to spurt headlong through the shuddering 
spear. 

Hillary felt the undulating walls of her cuntal sheath begin to expand and 
contract with increased intensity! Hot flashes began to gush through her 
entire body and she prepared herself for the crescendo of shuddering rapture 
to engulf her. . . . 

"MMMMMMNNNNNNNNNGH!" Eva groaned, twisting lewdly above Hillary, her vaginal 
passage inflamed with excitement, her feminine juices at the point of 
excruciating release. She felt as if she was sinking into a sea of velvety 
softness, completely- consumed by a tidal wave of sweet wetness. She was 
cumming. . . she was cumming . . . She was cumming!! 

"Ah ... Ah ... AAAHHH . . ." Paul screamed, as he felt the delicious 
build-up of his orgasm pulse through his genitals. The white, not seed was 
nearing the point of explosion! AH . . . AH . .. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGH!" he 
screamed as he pumped wildly at his gorged prick! Suddenly the jet of thick 
liquid shot forth and he screamed again. 

As if his sudden release had a magical effect on the others, the suite 
became a shuddering, shaking sea of orgasm. Eva and Hillary moaned wildly as 
they felt themselves transported in an incredible, whirling vortex of 
delight; wave upon wave of excruciating pleasure consumed them as their 
madly licking tongues felt the steaming feminine fluid cascading down the 
cuntal sheaths and spreading like a satiny sheen across their mouths, lips 
and tongue. ... 

"UH ... UH . . . UNNNNNNNNNGGGHHH!" Neil groaned as he shot a fountain 
stream of male seed out of his bursting penis! It gushed out in explosive 
spurts from his lewd position in the kitchen and splashed with a slapping 
sound on the tiled counter nearby. 

Paul cried aloud again, exulting in his grunting aching release, the 
turbulent cum streaming out in a steady rush and dropping to the rug, 
forming beautiful white pools on the orange carpet. In one last spurt, the 
hot male liquid sailed through the air and landed on the soft, gleaming skin 
of Eva's arched back. 

Moaning, the women felt their excitement begin to drain, the warm ecstasy 
ebbing away in soft lapping waves. Soon, satisfied and exhausted, Eva lay 
next to Hillary on the couch. 

Hillary sank into the softness of the couch, her senses still reeling from 
the wild excitement of all that had gone before. 

An uneasy silence settled over the room. With the ebbing of desire came the 
realization that a major confrontation had taken place, that all four lives 
were now inextricably bound in a strange network of intimacy that completely 
altered the simplicity of their previous relationship. The pervading, 
unspoken question was: where do we go from here? 

Hillary sat up on the couch and glanced at Paul, who had sprawled in a huge 
leather bound chair; her eyes penetrated his face hoping for some sign, some 
indication of what was to come. Despite the turbulent events of the day, and 
despite the deep sense of shame and humiliation she felt, she knew, deep in 
her heart, that she loved him; whatever happened she wanted always to be 
close to his rangy, muscular body and to feel his tenderness and warmth. The 
thing she dreaded most was losing him forever. 

Paul had closed his eyes, completely drained by the shock and anger brought 
on by the preceding events, but he could feel his wife's intense gaze upon 
him. He opened his eyes, and was swept by pity and love for the beautiful, 
auburn-haired woman he knew so well. And yet, because of what had happened, 
he knew their lives together had changed radically, but did not yet know 
how. He felt confused, still bitter and resentful, unable to separate the 
stormy tangle of thoughts that raced through his brain. 

Suddenly the silence was broken by Neil's cheerful voice. 

"A little liquid refreshment is in order, I think! Compliments of the 
company!" 

He strode boldly into the room, still completely naked, with a tray of 
glasses amply filled with scotch. A sense of relief filled the room, for a 
focus had been provided at last, and a much-needed break from the problem 
that faced them all. Eva, particularly, was delighted by Neil's gesture. 

"Bless you," she said, "you always come through at just the right time!" 

"That's the story of my life," he said, winking, and handing her a glass. 

The tinkle of ice against their glasses filled the room as all four drank 
silently, mulling over what had happened. Eva sensed that it would be up to 
her to bring things to a creative conclusion, in fact she relished the idea. 
It was her specialty, she felt, to bring difficult situations to a 
satisfactory end. 

"I have an idea," she said, after a long reflective silence, "an idea that 
might benefit us all in a number of ways." 

All eyes were on Eva's lush, naked body as she paced about the room in the 
orangey light of the late afternoon sun, and spoke with authority. 

"We've all been through a rough time this afternoon, although I, for one, 
have thoroughly enjoyed it." 

Hillary turned away, still jealous of this brazen woman and unnerved by her 
words. Eva continued. . . . 

"But let's face it, no matter how we feel there's no going back, things will 
never be as they were. It's up to us to go on, and maybe go on to even 
better things. . . ." 

Paul glanced at his wife. He thought about their relationship; a rapid 
series of images flashed through his mind of their early courtship, their 
honeymoon, the simple innocence of their young marriage. Eva was right, he 
thought, that was gone now. forever. And as for the future .. . well, that 
was a complete puzzle to him. He listened to Eva's words with growing 
interest. 

"It seems to me," she continued in her cool, businesslike tone, "that the 
one thing that's come out of all this is that the four of us have a 
fantastic sense of teamwork." 

"I'll drink to that," Neil said, laughing. 

"I'm serious, Neil," Eva said sharply, "don't interrupt me." 

"Sorry," he said, remembering that after all she was still his boss. 

"Teamwork is hard to come by. Good teamwork, that is. And it is my 
suggestion that we put it to use in a way that will profit all of us. Profit 
us in business and profit us . . ." she paused briefly, glancing at Paul, ". 
. . in pleasure. . . ." 

"What I mean," she said, cutting him off, "is that we four should start 
functioning as a team, a team that works like a well-oiled, precisioned 
machine. With me at the helm and the three of you behind me, we can put 
Cambrian Advertising Agency at the top of the heap. That means success, 
money, prestige and power. And that's what we all really want, isn't it?" 

The two men were thunderstruck by her words; the answer to all their 
ambitions seemed suddenly within their reach. To Paul it meant a top salary, 
the respect of his peers, being at the pinnacle of his profession. To Neil 
it meant the kind of mobility and prestige he had always wanted and, he 
thought with delight, all the women he could possibly handle. Visions 
flashed through his brain of sleek sportscars, vacations at the Riviera, and 
a couple of voluptuous, eager girls trailing at his heels. He smiled. 

Hillary glanced at the others, completely confused. 

"How .. ." she asked timidly, in a voice barely audible, "I... I mean ... 
how. .. ." 

"You mean, how do you fit in?" Eva asked. 

"Yes .. ." she said, "I don't know anything about advertising. I don't see 
what I could do." 

Eva smiled at her; she felt a growing sympathy for the girl after their 
passionate encounter only minutes ago. Of course, she was still terribly 
schoolgirlish and shy, but with time, under her tutelage, there's no telling 
how she might turn out. 

"Well," Eva said, "I need a good private secretary. I think you could fill 
the bill beautifully." 

Hillary was mortified! She suddenly rose from the couch, tears filling her 
eyes. Private secretary? she thought bitterly. How could I bear to go back 
to the office and be a secretary to the woman who has torn my husband away 
from me? She felt ashamed and angry; she felt she was being used by Eva so 
she could have Paul whenever and however she wanted, with the wife nicely 
out of the way. 

"I... I couldn't..." she said, her eyes pleading wildly for Paul to help 
her, to take her out of this nightmare. Didn't he see how ludicrous the 
situation was? Didn't he see the perversity of what Eva was suggesting? 

"I couldn't... I just couldn't," she cried. "Paul, help me!" 

But Paul was dazzled by Eva's words, enchanted by the wonderful prospects 
she had painted for him. 

"Look, honey," he said to her, "it's not as bad as it seems, I think Eva's 
right. If we handle this thing right we could go straight to the top. That's 
what we've always wanted!" 

Hillary gasped and reeled back, almost stumbling. So! He was caught in Eva's 
spell! She was losing her husband! 

"No! NOOO!" she cried and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind 
her. 

Paul, Neil and Eva exchanged glances. 

"Let me see if I can calm her down," Eva offered. 

"No," Paul said firmly, "let me do it. I think I know how to reach her." 

He started towards the door. Eva stopped him with a question. 

"Paul, let me ask you one thing. Do you believe in what I've been talking 
about? Are you willing to go along with me?" 

Paul looked at her, gazing into Eva's hypnotic, glittering green eyes; he 
smiled at her. 

"Every step of the way," he said, "every step of the way." 

He opened the bedroom door and went inside shutting the door behind him. Eva 
and Neil turned to each other. 

"Skoal," Neil said, raising his glass as if in a toast. 

"Down the hatch," Eva replied. They clinked glasses and drank deeply. 

Inside the bedroom, Hillary had flung herself down on the bed and was 
sobbing. She felt that she had been humiliated completely now, that she had 
not only lost her sense of values and morality, but had lost her husband in 
the bargain. She turned, and was stunned by the sight of her face in the 
mirror. It seemed to her that she had changed a great deal; her face seemed 
older, less innocent, there was a certain hardness around the mouth and eyes 
that she had not remembered seeing before. Yet, even though it was strange, 
she thought it was somehow rather attractive too. It was as if she had 
acquired some of the sleek, sophisticated beauty that she had always envied 
in Eva Tate. Suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and saw Paul coming 
into the room. She turned away and buried her face in the silky coverlet. 

Paul climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. 

"What's the matter, honey," he asked quietly. 

"Paul, I can't do what she wants," she said, turning to him. "It's wrong. 
She's just using it as a way of taking you from me completely! Don't you see 
that?" 

"No, that's not true! You're wrong! Don't you understand? We're going to 
have everything we've ever wanted! Clothes, a bigger house, another car____" 

"I just want you Paul!" 

"Oh baby, you've got me! Don't you know that? No matter what's happened I 
still love you!" 

He reached around and took her in his arms, pressing her close to his body 
and undulating slowly, insinuating his pelvis against hers. His cock sprang 
to life immediately as he felt his wife's warm, familiar body next to his. 

"Oh Paul . . ." she moaned, resisting slightly. "I don't know.. .." 

"It's going to be all right, baby," he said, reassuringly, running his hands 
over her smooth, supple body, "it's going to be fine! Let me show you. Oh, 
sweetheart, just let me show you how it's going to be. . . ." 

He kissed her deeply, and despite her anxiety, Hillary was instantly 
transported with happiness. At last she felt the full, masculine kiss of her 
husband's lips again. Oh how wonderful it feels, she thought, to have Paul 
in my arms once more! She relished the familiarity of his athletic body, and 
she ran her hands eagerly over his muscular back and shoulders. It seemed 
years since they had made love together and it felt so good to her that all 
her misgivings were washed away instantly. She returned his kiss with 
searing intensity. She realized that despite the anguish and shame she had 
experienced in the past two days, she had also learned much in the ways of 
love. She was infinitely more experienced now, less frightened, less rigid. 
Boldly she pushed her pelvis against Paul's throbbing instrument; wantonly 
she pushed her tongue into his mouth, running it over the teeth and 
exploring the wet, fleshy interior. She ran her hands skillfully up and down 
his body, massaging the muscles, teasing the skin. She felt wild, brazen. 
This was a new experience for them to share together. 

Maybe, she thought to herself, maybe they're right! Maybe it will be better! 
After all, I don't want to lose Paul! I mustn't! And so, ignoring all 
vestiges of reason and reserve, she abandoned herself to her husband, 
anxious to show him how much she had learned by what she had been through, 
anxious to do whatever was necessary to keep him! 

Paul immediately felt the difference in their sexuality. This was an 
entirely new creature he held in his arms. For a moment he was disturbed; it 
seemed so different from their early days together. There had been a certain 
playful innocence, a delightful naivete that was extremely enjoyable. Their 
fucking had had a sunny, rapturous quality to it that seemed missing now. 

Perhaps, he thought, it was a mistake to give up the charm of what they had 
before so willingly . . . but then he thought of the jealousies and 
accusations, and again remembered the promise of power and success that Eva 
had painted so vividly. Yes, this was what he wanted, he was sure of it! 
Brushing all doubt aside, he began to run his hands passionately over the 
creamy, sculptured body of his wife. Gone was the sweet pleasure of a young 
couple in love, and in its place were two hot, lusty animals clutching at 
each other in wanton sensuality. 

"Oh baby," he moaned as Hillary moved down quickly and began sucking on his 
huge, throbbing cock. "Oh baby!" 

Hillary gave herself completely to the lewd excitement that took hold of 
her, a kind of excitement she had come to experience only recently. She 
licked and sucked at Paul's pulsing tool shamelessly, her hands massaging 
his hard, muscular thighs. While his wife still pulled greedily at his cock 
with her lips, he carefully swung himself around gracefully and positioned 
himself above her, kneeling so that his mouth was at the auburn, pulsing 
muff of her vulva. His hard masculine tongue reached out and began to 
explore the furry tangle of hair, relishing the musky female odor that 
wafted into his nostrils. He flicked his oral member deeper and began to 
explore the soft, fleshy outer lips, running it up and down the luscious 
slit, rimming around the edge to feel the delicate strands of hair that 
lined the sweet, warm entrance. 

Hillary moaned in pleasure as she felt her husband's wide tongue on her 
pussy, something she had never felt before. The delicious thought of her 
handsome husband performing such a wicked act upon her sent thrills of 
excitement through her body, she increased her oral activity on his thick, 
yearning cock, running her lips up and down, taking the hot, massive rod as 
deeply as she could. She nibbled lewdly at the round, pink helmet and then 
pulled and sucked so deeply that Paul suddenly threw back his head, groaning 
loudly! 

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he cried exultantly, "Oh Babeeeeee! That's it! That's 
it!" 

He set to work with renewed vigor, exploring the cuntal outer lips with his 
flicking, darting tongue. He sucked at the clitoris that hardened instantly, 
erect and electrified by his artful tonguing; suddenly he rammed his oral 
member deep into the wet, fleshy cuntal cavity and sent a flash of tingling 
rapture coursing through every part of his wife's body. She moaned in 
delight and twisted obscenely, as if begging for more. 

Unseen by the two thrashing people on the bed, the bedroom door had quietly 
opened and Neil and Eva stood looking at the vulgar sight. They smiled at 
each other, knowing that Paul had been very successful in calming Hillary 
and seemed definitely on the way to breaking down the resistances to Eva's 
plan. They both became excited by what they saw. Eva felt her vaginal area 
begin to twitch with pleasure, to yearn for a little of the fun that 

Hillary was obviously having. Neil's thick shaft was suddenly gorged with 
desire and shot erect, aching for someone's mouth to close around it. 
Instinctively pulled into the jungle intensity of what was happening on the 
bed before them, Neil and Eva moved quickly to the giant round pleasure-bed 
and positioned themselves in exactly the same way as Hillary and Paul. Eva's 
mouth was soon greedily devouring Neil's pulsing, iron-hard phallus, and 
Neil's mouth was crushed brazely against the wet-slippery flesh of Eva's 
pussy. 

Hillary, realizing what had happened, at first was shocked and began to 
withdraw in fright, but Paul, sensing how she felt, increased his oral 
activity, plunging his magic tip deep into her cuntal passage, whirling and 
probing so deeply that Hillary was overcome with a wave of electrifying 
rapture that throbbed through her vaginal walls, shaking with pleasure. 

In this moment, it was as if Eva's plan was completely fulfilled, for the 
only opponent, Hillary, was now swept away and had completely forgotten her 
objections and misgivings. The sounds of lapping and sucking filled the 
room, tongues against pussy, mouths clasping cock, moans and sighs floating 
through the air as if in fervent, sensual accompaniment. 

Then Paul pulled away, easing his hardened, aching shaft out of his wife's 
eager mouth; he swung around, changing position above her, and plunged his 
prick deeply into her moist, throbbing pussy. The intensity and suddenness 
of it caught Hillary off guard. 

"AAaaaaaaaaannnnnngggggghhh!" she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure, 
as Paul's massive tool rammed against the tender tissue of her cervix. But 
she soon realized that she once again had Paul's thick, beautiful cock in 
her body, for the first time in weeks, and she was overcome with gratitude 
and delight. She gave herself completely, spreading her legs, pulling up her 
knees, shoving her pelvis forward so that she might take him as deeply as 
possible. She no longer cared whether or not it hurt, or whether Eva and 
Neil were there too, all she knew was she had her husband back and it didn't 
matter how or under what conditions! They were together again! 

Slowly, he began to swing in and out, in and out, his muscular body rippling 
like an Olympic champion, sweat making his body gleam and glisten as he 
arched perfectly above her, groaning with the steaming lust that pervaded 
him. 

"Ooooooooohhh . .. OOOOOOHHH!" he moaned, plunging his mighty, ramrod in and 
out of her eager clasping pussy. "OOOH!" 

Eva and Neil realized that the other two had changed position and despite 
the delight they were having in their oral orgy, bizarre new thoughts 
crossed both their minds at once. Instinctively Neil pulled away. 

Almost before Hillary knew what was happening she felt something hovering 
above her face; she opened her eyes and saw Eva squatting directly above 
her, holding herself in position by steadying herself on Paul's shoulders. 
Her fleshy vaginal lips were poised directly in front of Hillary's mouth. 
Eva was kissing Paul and she was expected to lick her pussy as well! At 
first Hillary was shocked and began to resist; she felt this was more than 
she could bear! But then she realized that Neil had positioned himself 
behind Eva, half-standing, half-squatting, his fingers gripping her creamy 
thighs. What was going on? She was confused! Then she could see Neil 
moistening his hard, pulsing cock and positioning it behind Eva's anal 
crack. He was spreading her cheeks, directly above Hillary's head! She was 
terrified! She had never imagined anything so bizarre, so grotesque, could 
happen to her. She wanted to scream! But she was helpless to resist. She was 
caught in a maelstrom of lust-crazed bodies! There was nothing to do but 
submit! She had to surrender completely! 

Suddenly Neil rammed his hot spear into Eva's anal canal. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Eva screamed as she felt the hot, thick poker 
sear her back passage, sending shafts of pain up through her vertebrae. But 
she relished the feeling, delighted in the pain! She did not resist at all, 
but maintained balance perfectly and widened her tight rectal canal as much 
as possible to admit him deeply. Neil began to move back and forth sending 
sharp, stinging pain into her elastic hole; her excitement increased and she 
kissed Paul deeply, biting his lower lips slightly, sending shivers through 
him. 

Paul continued plunging his gorged prick into Hillary's shuddering, pulsing 
cunt; the sight of Eva directly in front of him, squatting over his wife's 
face sliding her pink, creamy furrow over Hillary's mouth, and Neil slicing 
deeply, painfully into her anal passage while she kissed him and held onto 
his shoulders like a wild-eyed madwoman, excited Paul beyond anything he had 
ever experienced. His prick had never felt so potent! There was the soft, 
undulating body of his wife below him, the voluptuous, golden perfection of 
Eva Tate in front of him, and he the ramming, plunging bull; even seeing 
Neil screwing Eva in the rear with merciless intensity only increased his 
potency! They were like brothers, sharing an afternoon of savage fucking, 
all the competitiveness and jealousy of old washed away in a wave of 
sensuality. Paul was screwing like he had never screwed before! His mind 
swam with lust-crazed excitement! 

"THIS FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!" he cried aloud, "SOOOOOO FUCKING 

GOOOOOODDD!" 

Suddenly Hillary, completely submerged now in an ocean of obscene 
sensuality, began licking wildly at the throbbing, inflamed pussy directly 
above her. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Eva cried as she felt Hillary's hot tongue plunging 
deep into her pulsing vaginal canal. "AAAAAANNNGGG! Lick me good," she 
cried. "Lick me gooooooddd!" Neil, excited now as never before, rammed his 
mighty rocket into Eva's hot stretched rectal passage. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEEESSSSSS!' ghe cried. 

Now the sweating, orgiastic quartet began, to thrash and heave, groaning 
with a new intensity, as if sealing the corrupt bargain they had made at 
Eva's urging. Bodies twisted and thrashed, cocks plunged and slammed 
unmercifully! Hillary's body was heaving with ecstasy, squirming with rushes 
of tingling, surging waves of heat. Eva was twitching and groaning, her 
breath coming faster and faster, lewd excitement gushing through her body. 

"I'M. . . . I'M. ... CU . . . CU . . . CUMMMMMMIHNNNGGGGGG!" she shrieked, 
as she felt her pussy begin to tremble, "I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMINGGGGGG!" 

As if her words acted as a cue for the others, a general rush of excitement 
began to pervade the squirming bodies. Neil could feel his sperm begin to 
gather in his inflated balls as they swung like a pendulum above Hillary's 
head. He began to ram Eva like the piston of a train, harder and harder, 
groaning, his breath coming faster and faster. 

"AH . . . AHHHHHHH___AAAHHHHHH .. ." he cried as the rush of feeling began 
to boil up in him like a volcano about to explode. Hillary felt her vaginal 
walls begin to shudder as if an earthquake were tearing her apart; hot 
steaming fluid began to gush through her cuntal passage, and it seemed as if 
the intensity of her orgasm and Paul's pumping, slamming ramrod would tear 
her apart. She felt as if she was riding a gigantic tidal wave that was 
taking her higher and higher. . . . 

"AAANNNGGGGGGHHH!" she screamed, terrified at the intensity, being borne 
still higher____"UUUUUUUUUNNNGGGH!!!" 

Paul could feel himself about to shoot his boiling male liquid into her like 
a cannon; it built up to excruciating intensity, filling his balls like a 
huge balloon about to explode. Then, suddenly, the moment of release came 
and he shot forth into his wife, gushed like an enormous dam that had 
exploded under terrific pressure! "AAAAAAIEEEEE!" he screamed. All four were 
cumming together! ALL FOUR WERE SHAKING AND THRASHING, CUMMING AS NEVER 
BEFORE! The room was an undulating vortex of ecstasy and excitement. Moans 
and cries rang through the air, legs flailed! Eva gripped Paul's shoulders, 
digging into the skin, sending shots of pain through him as she screamed 
from the intensity of her orgasm and the delicious anguish of Neil's 
steel-hard ramrod emptying itself into her burning anal passage. Hillary had 
lost consciousness and sank into a white, bubbling sea of orgasm, rising and 
falling on eddies of fathomless pleasure, swirling in a whirlpool of hot 
lava that surpassed anything she had ever known. It seemed to go on forever, 
an endless stream of rapturous release. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhh . . ." she sighed . . . "Ooooooooohhhhhh. ..." 

Gradually, after what seemed like hours, the passion began to subside. Paul 
drained the last of his sweet liquid into his wife's trembling pussy, then 
pulled away and collapsed in exhaustion. 

Neil, emptying himself, pulled away from the tight, puckered hole with a pop 
and threw himself down on the cool, thick rug beside the bed. 

Eva, totally satisfied and completely relaxed, felt Hillary suck away at the 
steaming female fluid that had cascaded down her vaginal passage. As the 
intensity died away, she slowly eased herself out of position, and lay next 
to Hillary on the bed. 

Hillary, scarcely believing the depth of what she had just experienced, lay 
perfectly still for several moments, her eyes closed. Savoring the rapturous 
feeling that still pervaded her, she sighed and stretched her body on the 
cool covers of the bed. After a few minutes she opened her eyes, suddenly 
startled to see someone she had never seen before staring back at her from 
above. For a moment she was confused, but then she realized that the strange 
creature with the sly, twisted smile on her face was a reflection of herself 
in the smoky glass above the bed. 

Fate was strange, she thought, only a few days ago she had had a dream that 
she was the chosen bride of the Prince of Darkness and she had dreamed of an 
altar and of a sacred rite. This bed was an altar of a sort, and she had 
been a bride to the world lust and desire and debauchery, forever leaving 
the world of innocence and naivety. She smiled sadly as she thought of what 
she had lost but the sadness soon passed, innocence was not heaven on earth, 
each had his own idea of paradise and she had the feeling that the four of 
them had all just found theirs! 


End
