There was another pause and Kelly wondered miserably if John was returning the compliment. He wouldn't, she told herself. He was above that. And yet he had thought nothing of subjecting her to a shockingly demeaning perversion!
Oh, God! Kelly closed her eyes briefly, remembering his punishing tongue as it had licked at the soft lips of her cunt, as it had swirled around the small bud of her clitoris… Tom's voice startled her again, bringing her back to the present. "Friday then," he was saying. "Yeah, it's going to be hard on me to wait that long…" he suddenly burst into a guffaw of ribald laughter. "Hard on… get it?" he asked. "That's what I get, just thinking about that luscious chick you're married to." There was another pause and Kelly blushed in embarrassment at her husband's crude comment, and then she heard the telephone being cradled.
Tom strode back into the room, a lewd grin spreading across his face. "That was John," he explained as if Kelly hadn't known. "We're invited there again this Friday."
"I know that," Kelly said with a hint of irritation in her voice.
But Tom was too pleased with the other man's call to notice. "Gee, honey," he said, "I can hardly wait…" He looked at her lewdly, licking his lips. "How about getting in a practice session before then?" he asked evilly. "Get you in shape for the big night."
"Oh, Tom…" Kelly's eyes were stark with mingled terror and horror. How could she, after what he had said to John Whitmore? How could she ever again?
"Well…" Her husband stood before her, still grinning obscenely and she saw with despair that there was a bulge beneath his trousers.
"No," she said in a low, frightened voice.
"Aw, come on, Kelly. Practice makes perfect…"
"No!"
"It doesn't?" Tom shrugged cynically. "Okay… have it your way…" Goddamn her, he thought bitterly, stomping off through the room and into the kitchen.
He took a beer from the refrigerator, pulled back the tab to open it and then drank it down quickly. He wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve, tossed the empty can toward the trash basket the room-it fell short and rolled across the floor, and Tom kicked at it savagely, sending it hurtling under the table-and opened another. He drank that quickly too, hurling the empty can after the first one. And then he sat down heavily on one of the kitchen chairs.
Goddamn it, he thought. He ought to go into the living room right now, rip his wife's dress off and pull her panties down. And then rape her. Goddamn it all! Rape her right there in the living room, under the glare of the overhead light, the three lamps that still burned brightly. Fuck her silly,
out there in the open-and with the blinds up, the shutters open, giving anyone who wanted it a million dollar view. Jesus, that would sure as hell humble her highness-lying there with her legs spread wide, her pink little pussy exposed to the passers-by. Christ, she would learn her lesson and learn it good!
He laughed coarsely at the thought of his wife twisting and writhing beneath him, humiliated almost beyond endurance. The stuck-up bitch! Oh, Christ! Why had he ever married her? And why did he put up with this crap she handed out?
Well, he wouldn't any longer, he thought. Christ, he'd had it up to
here!
Staggering a little, he strode back into the living room. "Kelly?" he snarled, looking around.
The chair she had been sitting in was empty, all the lights but one turned off. He blinked, wondering if she had gone up to bed and was lying there, her naked body quivering passionately while she waited for him. Jesus!
But he knew instinctively that that wasn't true. Instead of waiting for him with her legs spread wide, ready to welcome his raging penis deep up inside her, she had probably locked the bedroom door and was crying herself to sleep. Oh, Christ! He thought of going upstairs anyway, knocking the door down then screwing his wife just the way he'd wanted to before. But he knew that it wouldn't be any good… he would hate himself later almost as much as Kelly would hate him. And so, consoling himself with thoughts of Penny and the fucking she was in for on Friday, he finally curled up on the couch and went to sleep…
CHAPTER FIVE
Dinner Friday night at Antoine's passed quickly and pleasantly. Even Kelly was excited by the prospect of the evening that lay ahead, her anticipation heightened by the quantity of alcohol she consumed during the meal. As before, it was John who drove her back to the luxurious hilltop home in his softly purring, luxury car while Tom and Penny followed in the Brown's smaller one. And as before, they waited for the others in the library, sipping at the nightcaps that John mixed.
"How about one for you, Penny?" John asked as his wife finally arrived, her lovely face flushed with her erotic expectations.
"Oh, yes," she answered brightly. She took the glass in both hands, peering over the edge of it as John mixed still another for Tom.
Tom drank quickly, feeling it warm his veins the way alcohol always did. Not that he wasn't damn near ready to explode already. And from the way Penny had acted in the car, letting him put his hand up under the hem of her dress, spreading her legs wide for him to give him greater access to the thin strip of fabric that outlined the lips of her quivering pussy, letting him tease thrillingly at the fleshy folds beneath, he figured she was too. He grinned lewdly at her now, sitting halfway across the room.
Jesus, he was going to show her something tonight he thought. Something she wouldn't forget in a long long time. Suddenly a gross idea welled up in his brain. Show her, sure! But why not show the others too?
The thought of fucking this dark-haired broad in front of the others brought his thick cock half-erect beneath his pants. He caught Kelly glancing at the bulge there and turning away with an embarrassed look and a feeling of cold anger suddenly gripped him. What the hell did she think they'd all come up here for, anyway? To drink tea or something? Damn it all. Now he really would fuck Penny in front of the others, just to get even with his own wife! And not only that, he licked his lips lasciviously, thinking there was more than one way to skin a cat, and more than one way to screw a broad! He got up and crossed the room to the bar. "Mind if I make another one?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he poured himself a stiff drink of whiskey and drank it neat.
"Me, too," Penny said. He turned and saw that she was standing beside him now, holding out her glass. He poured a second drink for her, a third for himself. When she had drained her glass, Penny put it down on the bar, then moved close to him, leaning over provocatively.
Tom Brown stared down into the cleavage of her dress, the neckline exposing her soft white breasts. With a lewd grin, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, slid it beneath her black lace brassiere and cupped one breast in his strong hand, squeezing it painfully.
"Hey," Penny gasped, then tried to push him away.
"What's the matter? Don't you like that?"
Penny's cheerful laughter rippled through the room and she slapped playfully at Tom's hand. "Hey, you so-and-so," she said. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Guess!" Tom said.
"I can guess all right, honey," she said, winking to show that she both knew and highly approved. "I can guess. But you aren't going to do it
here."
"The hell I'm not!"
Penny's eyes sparkled with amusement. Oh, Lord, wouldn't that be something? she thought. Wouldn't it be something if Tom really did fuck her out here, right in front of John and that stuck-up bitch Kelly? She
could just imagine the look on the other's face when she saw her own husband's thick cock ploughing up into her own throbbing pink pussy, saw her trembling ecstatically under his brazen assault. Oh, God!
She shook her head coyly. "No, you're not," she said, wagging a reproving finger at him.
Tom shrugged, squeezing her breast hard now until she winced with the pain. She let out a stifled cry and suddenly John turned to stare at her. His eyes widened with barely concealed disgust at the brazen exhibition and a ripple of added excitement washed through the lovely wife. Oh, God! What a show the two of them would put on for the others. Having an audience would make being fucked by Tom twice as good as it had been before!