"Yes, she's researched us all right," said Elyse Reardon. She even knows about those private strolls! Incredible! I imagine she'll be planting some pro-Ver-non Shipley ideas in my husband's head soon."
Yes, and I have the feeling they'll be planting something in her, too, Vern thought. He realized then that he felt intense jealousy. Ellen had changed her physical appearance miraculously, and she was behaving miraculously. He was impressed, even touched, by the lengths Ellen was going to in order to win his clients' approval. But he did not want her fucking and sucking them! Still, he knew precisely what Ellen would be doing, and he dreaded the thought. Yes, one by one-he was certain of it-Ellen would be bringing each of the men to orgasm, and this hurt him deeply. But he could not stop her. How had she learned about Maria's sexual contacts with these men? He doubted that Maria had told her. Then how? And what had she said to the wives that had completely disarmed them? It was all very puzzling.
Vern finished his drink, trying to seem casual, and then he excused himself. Both Reardon and Wyatt tried to keep him in their presence, apparently trying to spare him the sight of what he was sure to discover outside, but he told them he was merely going to the men's room and not to worry. Then, discreetly, he exited through the dining room and proceeded quietly along the wide walk. He whistled softly, searching the grounds.
What drove him to view what he did not wish to see? He could not control himself. He had to know…
Finally, near a cluster of eucalyptus trees, not far from where he had seen Maria Reese on the night of her mass seduction, he sighted what had to be Ellen's white dress. The white material appeared to be in motion! Yes, Ellen was doing exactly what he had suspected. Still, he wanted to see…he had to be sure…
Unable to control himself, he walked on tiptoe to the trees until he could see and hear perfectly. Hendricks sat on the ground, his back against a tree trunk, while Ellen sat astride him, facing him, riding his prick like a jockey.
"Feel good? Huh?" she asked, grinding her lower torso in a steady circular motion.
Hendricks had pulled her dress top down so that her breasts were bare and he was nursing noisily on them as he fucked. He stopped sucking the erect nipples long enough to mutter a reply.
"Ohhh, Jesus, does it ever feel good!" he said. That cunt…it's so hot and tight, baby. Yeah…fuck, baby…work that tight box all over my hard-on!"
Ellen leaned back, palming her stomach. "I-I love the way you fuck, Lloyd. You know just where to stab and just how hard. You make a girl feel wonderful. Ummm, fuck me, Lloyd! Give me that hard dick!"
"W-Why are you doing this?" Hendricks manage to query as he drove his prick up into Ellen's churning torso. "It-It's beautiful, b-but why?" he asked. "Oh-agh-anh-Oou," he grunted as he fucked.
"You know why, baby," Ellen said, biting his ear as she spoke. "I-I love Vern. You fuck nice, baby, but I love Vern…I want him…I want you to sign those con-tracts to-night…Ah-ou-oh-eee!"
"May-be…I would have any-way!" Hendricks replied, not missing a stroke.
"But may-be you wouldn't," Ellen answered. "I wanted to be sure!"
"O.K." Hendricks grunted. "I didn't need this, but O.K."
Vern was stunned at Ellen's performance. He had never thought her capable of such wanton promiscuity. He wanted to run over and lift her off Hendricks, tell her this wasn't necessary. But, of course, he could not. It occurred to him that perhaps having to watch Ellen degrade herself this way for him was his punishment for taking advantage of Ellen for so long.
"Go ahead and come," Ellen said, and then she began muttering four-letter words and reaching behind her to fondle Hendricks' balls as she slammed her cunt at his tool. "Come…shoot your wad, baby!"
"Comin' now, baby!" Hendricks rasped. "Here it blows…Ahhhhh!"
Ellen let out a long groan then, but Vern knew she was faking her orgasm. He knew the true sound of her voice when coming too well. Yes, he thought, she was obviously saving herself for the other men. The thought almost nauseated him. He backed away, then m;ule his way back to the dining room entrance and returned to his guests.
"Where have you been, Vern?" Alta Wyatt asked loudly.
To Vern's embarrassment, everyone turned to face him. "I was just checking on my fianc'e," he said, forcing a smile. "It seems every time I bring a date, my male clients run off with her." He smiled good-naturedly-at least, he hoped it was good-naturedlyand said, "I just saw the two of them laughing and chatting out there by the ninth green. Why it's almost enough to make a man jealous!"
The women laughed, and in a moment Vern ordered everyone another drink. He had no choice but to keep them happy and drinking while Ellen-dutiful girl that she was-fucked and/or sucked each of their husbands one at a time! Vern hoped she would manage to copulate with them before everybody got too hungry. Getting up from the dinner table to fuck wouldn't do at all.
A few minutes passed and Ellen entered with Lloyd Hendricks. She held his arm as if she were a virginal high school girl with her date on prom night! Hendricks smiled broadly, looking very relaxed, satiated beyond belief. Vern hoped Hendricks' wife would not recognize his sexually-relieved appearance.
Ellen wasted no time! She immediately insisted that "Randy" Reardon stroll with her and look at the same full moon she and Lloyd Hendricks had admired. "That is if Mrs. Reardon doesn't mind."
Elyse Reardon said, "Oh, no! You run along, dear. This Ellen is determined to assist Vera in his career and I wouldn't dream of standing in her way!"
Vern could not understand this incredible cooperation on the part of the wives, and once again he wondered just what it had been that Ellen had whispered in their ears. He watched Ellen disappear through the side door with Reardon, once again sipped his drink for a few minutes, and then excused himself to peek at Ellen and her second sexual dalliance of the evening.
This time he found Ellen lying on her back near the golf driving range. A hedge blocked people's view from the dining room, and so the couple felt safe and secure. Again, Vern stood behind a tree, this time a large fir, and watched the action unobserved. Reardon had spread his jacket out on the grass to protect Ellen's dress from stains. Now his head was bobbing up and down between Ellen's legs as he sucked on her pussy. As he licked, he reached up with both hands and rubbed Ellen's heaving tits.
Even from ten yards away, Vern could hear Reardon's tongue lapping away at Ellen's crotch. "Bee-uuut-eeefulll!" Ellen wailed, thrusting her pelvis rhythmically at Reardon's gulping mouth. "Ummmmm…suck my cunt…Ohhhhh, yesssss! And-and keep on rubbing my titties, toooooooo!"
Reardon's fingers tweaked steadily at Ellen's erect nipples as his face worked in a circular motion over her thrusting cunt. Ellen's legs were as far apart as she could spread them, Vern judged, and she softly pummeled Reardon's back as he gobbled with a frenzy.
"Oh, God! You're sticking your tongue everywhere!" Ellen cried. "Oh, Jesus…Yesl Yes! There, too!"
Reardon withdrew one of his hands from Ellen's breasts and raised her buttocks higher and dropped his head at the same time. He was lapping Ellen from her clit to her tailbone, and Ellen was tossing her head from side to side and crying out in a way that was reminiscent of hers and Vern's lovemaking. This hurt Vern. He had felt that their love-making was personal, special, but now Ellen was performing just as she had performed with him! He wanted to rush over and pull Reardon off Ellen, bash his brains in, but he had to restrain himself. There was too much at stake and, besides, there was still the possibility that Ellen was not enjoying her sexual activity tonight at ail-that she was performing strictly for him.
Vern wished she weren't so good an actress, though, if this were true. Her squeals of delight, her ecstatic writhing as Reardon tongued her, were driving Vern insane.