It was about half an hour before Marilyn came out of the bedroom, and it was worth the wait. My wife had a pair of ankle strapped stilettos on, and a very sheer baby doll top, and nothing else but a spritz of perfume and a smile. She came over to where I was leaning back in the recliner, and leaned down. Her own musk was combining with the perfume to create an entirely new type of scent, something that would be worth billions if it could be bottled and sold. She began rubbing the front of my pants, and then whispered into my ear, "I really think I want the full 'Carl Buckman Experience' tonight. You up to it?"
I swallowed and nodded. "A man's got to die sometime. Tonight's as good a time as any, I suppose." I dropped the footrest on the recliner and stood up, and then followed her swaying ass down the hallway back to the bedroom.
Marilyn had done some cleanup in the bedroom, too. The television was on, and the remote control was set by my side of the bed, and there was an empty videocassette box by the television, so that must be cued up and ready to go. Likewise, she had put several of her toys on the nightstand, along with one of the tubes of flavored lube she had picked up earlier. Even the lights had been dimmed. Marilyn must have wanted the full shot tonight!
I sprawled out on the bed and Marilyn climbed on after that, snuggling up against me and throwing a leg over mine. She was on my left side and her head was laying on my chest. I grabbed a pillow and added it to those behind me, propping me up some, and then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the remote. I flicked the proper button and the movie started.
We cuddled through the beginning, which involved three pairs of beautiful twenty-somethings arriving at a Caribbean island resort. The first scene was when the first couple hit their room and immediately got undressed and had sex. The blonde was extremely ... pneumatic! ... and the guy looked like a steroid freak body builder. It didn't matter to Marilyn; my wife was rubbing herself against me and very quickly had my shirt and pants undone and was reaching inside to stroke my cock. I helped by lifting my hips up off the bed and she pushed my pants down my thighs. Then I handed her one of the tubes of lube and she opened it and squirted some on my cock, and then proceeded to give me a very nice hand job.
At the start of the second scene, Marilyn stripped my shirt and pants off completely, and said, "I think I know where you want to put this."
"Oh?"
"You're going to fuck me with it, aren't you?"
I smiled. "Maybe yes, maybe no. Any other ideas?"
She began stroking me again. "You probably want me to suck you first."
"Good idea!" I pushed Marilyn's face gently towards my mid section, and she shifted around on the bed. On screen, a busty brunette told her boyfriend, while they were out walking through the 'jungle' (which looked suspiciously like southern California) that she was feeling strange primal urges to get her ass fucked. They stripped off right there in a 'jungle glade' and got it on. Marilyn gave me head throughout this scene, and I held her head in place while she sucked me off completely, swallowing my load.
I sighed contentedly afterwards, and we both had some more wine. Marilyn was pretty lit, and she was going to have a headache in the morning, but tonight she was supremely horny. I set my wine glass back on the night stand and began playing with her body, and I could sense she was ready. Still, I needed to come back to life. During the third scene, the obligatory girl-girl scene between a pair of blondes, I had my wife get into a sixty-nine with me, and I ate her while she sucked me back to life. The last scene we watched was the second blonde getting a TP session on some sort of jungle altar, and that was when I began playing with Marilyn's asshole, lubing it up with my fingers and opening her up with the new vibrator. She was moaning as loudly as the girl on the video by the time I knelt behind her and slipped my cock into her ass.
"You wanted the Carl Buckman Experience, didn't you?", I whispered in her ear, as I fucked slowly into her rear. "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Oh, God! Fuck me!", she begged.
"Only sluts want the Carl Buckman Experience.", I whispered, "Ass sluts! Sluts like you!" I kept pumping into her, slamming my cock into her greasy asshole, teasing and tormenting her as she whimpered and moaned. Marilyn's hands were beneath her, diddling her clit furiously as I assfucked her, and I could feel her squirming and writhing beneath me. It became too much. I grabbed her hips and rammed into her, collapsing down onto the bed with her, and unleashed another pulsing load into her backside.
We lay there for another couple of minutes, catching our breath and getting back to normal. I slipped out of her rear, and Marilyn and I headed into the bathroom. She used the toilet and I washed up at the sink. When I came out of the bathroom, I ejected the tape, now in another scene, and put it and the toys away. I finished my wine, and slipped on a pair of clean briefs. Marilyn came out a minute later, blushing with embarrassment. "Well, was it what you expected?", I asked teasingly.
Marilyn turned beet red at that, and didn't answer.
I laughed, and we finished cleaning up and getting ready for bed. We crawled under the covers and I turned out the light on the nightstand, and Marilyn twisted around to kiss me good night. Then, with the lights out, she whispered, "It was better!"
I went to sleep with a smile on my face!
Chapter 80: More Trouble
We didn't give the suspicious green car any more thought. Neither of us saw anything out of the ordinary. Nobody was driving past the house and stopping, nobody was following us around, nobody was watching us. At least, not that we could tell. All I knew about counter-surveillance was from reading spy novels and mystery novels, and who knows how correct those are. Marilyn would have been oblivious anyway. We never gave it any more thought.
At least not until a couple of weeks later. Mid-July, I got a panicked call at the office from Marilyn, who was at the grocery store with Charlie. I was in a meeting with Missy and John about a possible investment, when Grace knocked on the door and told me to pick up the phone, it was an important call. I looked at the other two, mystified, and shrugged my shoulders. I told them to stay seated, and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Carl?! You have to come get us, we're stuck at the mall!" It was Marilyn's voice, sounding half exasperated and half scared.
"What do you mean, you're stuck at the mall?" Across from me, Missy smiled over at John. I knew this sounded like Marilyn being crazy about something.
"It's the car! All the tires are flat!"
Well, that made me sit up in my chair. All four tires flat?! I've had flat tires before, who hasn't, and back in a previous life I once lost two tires on a construction site. But all four? That pushed the odds way beyond anything to be expected. "Where are you at?"
"The Hunt Valley Mall."
"Was there anything else disturbed on the car? Anything broken?"
"I don't know. I didn't look. Why?"
I didn't answer directly. "Don't worry. I'll be along in a few minutes." Marilyn told me where to find her in the mall, and I called the meeting short.