Ed hadn't fucked McHenry's wife for anything but sex, and, well, maybe business too, but Lynn was too inexperienced to understand anything like that. If she was letting George stuff his cock into her pussy, it was because the stupid bitch thought she was in love with him – and Ed could never forgive her for that! After the years of work and sacrifice he had wasted on her, he had been unable to anything but rush back into the other bedroom at the club, pull on his clothes and rush home. At the time, he had felt too guilty about having just laid Marian McHenry to even want to chastise his wife – but now, after what she was doing tonight, it had taken all his self-control not to strangle her before she breezed out the door on her way to another meeting with her new lover.
Oh, yes, Ed fumed as he dropped down on the bed he and his wife had shared, he knew where she was going – but only because of a little ace in the hole that she didn't know about. Marian McHenry wasn't playing bridge tonight because she had invited Ed to a party this afternoon – a sex party she was holding while George was away on a business trip. And Ed was willing to bet that McHenry's business trip wouldn't take him any further than some cheap out-of-town motel where he was meeting his innocent little wife, Lynn the tramp!
Well, he wasn't about to stay home mourning his cheating wife, he raged inwardly as he tore off the clothes he had worn home from work. Hell, no, he was going over to Marian's party and get his share of all that sweet, young pussy those executives always seemed to have around – and maybe make some more points toward that promotion too!
Ed still wasn't quite sure why the redhead had invited him. She had said that it was a very private bash for the really big men at Amalgamated Industries, but when he had worried aloud about whether or not he, a mere junior executive, would be welcome, she had said something he hadn't quite understood… something about "keeping George on his toes." He guessed that she had the same suspicions about McHenry's business trip that he, Ed, had, but he hadn't asked. At this point, he didn't really care.
All he wanted now was revenge against his lying, cheating wife – and he'd get it tonight. Brunettes, redheads, and even other blondes would probably be all over the McHenry house tonight, all with their legs spread wide open and waiting…
CHAPTER 9
"Y-you mean he just wants me to s-stay here and let any man that comes in just…" Lynn's voice faded out as she stared in undisguised horror at the stranger she had just allowed to pump his sperm into her heaving belly. George had told her to let this man make love to her and she had already had enough of the strange green liquor to make her almost want the vile coupling, but what the man was suggesting was unthinkable!
"That's right. McHenry said he wants you to just stay here and spread 'em for anyone who wants to come in," the dignified-looking gray-haired man grinned as he pulled on his trousers. "I think he's out there advertising for you right now, and I can see why. I don't know where George finds 'em, but you certainly are a hot little cunt, aren't you?"
"Oh, I… I…" Lynn dropped her eyes in shame. With the aphrodisiac running like molten fire through her veins, even her humiliation had not been enough to stop her from having a violent orgasm under the pounding hips of this man she had never met before. Finally, she mustered up enough courage to raise her eyes again and murmur beseechingly, "Please tell him I can't do it. I just can't do it anymore."
"Now, now, girl, don't start getting funny now," the man said, obviously confused and embarrassed by the tears that were falling in tiny rivulets down the lovely blonde's cheeks. "Why, you've probably got the wildest ass of anyone in this house and that's an accomplishment!"
Lynn shuddered at the man's crude words and felt the warm sticky sperm overflowing from her already once flooded pussy as she moved. Suddenly she came to a decision. She had to get out of here! It didn't matter if they told Ed she would go home and tell him right now! It was better than being subjected to any more of this humiliating debasement. She would make him understand somehow!
"Where do you think you're going, my dear?" the jovial voice of George McHenry suddenly boomed into the bedroom just as Lynn was rising from the bed. "I've got all kinds of people here to visit you. You made quite a hit when you were passing out drinks to our guests."
"I'm going home, George," the weary young woman muttered. "You can't make me stay here! I have to talk with my husband."
"See you later, Frank, and tell the others to wait up a few minutes," McHenry hurriedly dismissed the gray-haired man who had been standing beside the bed. When the room was empty except for the two of them, George sat down on the bed and took Lynn's hand, an undefinable expression on his face. "Well, now, my dear. I wouldn't leave this room, if I were you. You see, Marian invited a surprise guest tonight and I don't think you'd want him to see you here…"
"Is Ed here?" Lynn almost cried out with joy. She pulled her hand from McHenry's grip and leapt from the bed, heading for the closet where she had neatly hung her clothes. He would take her away from these terrible people and maybe, now that he had seen what kind of people headed Amalgamated Industries, he'd be more willing to understand and forgive her for what had happened. But before she could open the closet door, she felt McHenry's hand on her shoulder.
"Don't get dressed quite yet, my dear. It would make you conspicuous," he said softly. "First, come out into the living room and see if you really want to interrupt him right now."
"I… I don't understand," she faltered, but allowed George to lead her back across the bedroom and into the main hallway of his home. Her instinct was to cover her breasts and nakedly exposed vagina from the gazes of all these strangers, but she soon saw that the party had really gotten underway since she had followed the gray-haired man back into the bedroom and obediently taken off her clothes for him. Now, there was virtually no clothing to be seen and people, young and old, were wandering around the house as though they had never heard of covering their nakedness. There were empty and half-full glasses of the pale-green liquor on every table in the house and the shocked young blonde could see that the drink was already taking effect on the McHenry's guests. Even in the long, brightly-illuminated hallway, men and women were sprawled on the floor and even leaning against walls in every conceivable position of lovemaking and, as she paused in the doorway to the large living room, Lynn swallowed hard to prepare herself for the shocking sight that would meet her eyes.
"He's over there… in the chair next to the fireplace," McHenry whispered down at the wide-eyed naked blonde beside him.
Still not suspecting why George had led her back to the living room, Lynn guiltily stepped back into the hallway so that her husband would not see her lush body unclothed amidst this orgiastic revelry and peered around the door-frame to where McHenry pointed.
"Oh my God, no!" was all she could manage at the sight that met her eyes. She took a step closer to the doorway, unable to stop herself, and gasped in disbelieving horror at her husband on the other side of the room. He was as naked as everybody else, sitting with legs splayed wide apart so that the two beautiful women, Marian McHenry and a brunette Lynn had never seen before, could kneel on the floor before him, taking turns sucking his rock-hard penis. It was impossible and yet there they were, all three of them without a stitch of clothes on!
"Do you realize what they're doing, my dear?" George whispered in a gleeful tone. "They're sucking your husband's cock and he doesn't seem to be minding it a bit."
McHenry's words only echoed the thoughts in Lynn's own mind and the petite blonde woman wondered how Ed could be sitting there with such a blissful smile on his face while the disgusting thing was going on. Her husband had never even dared to ask her to do that to him and now she stood, rigid with shock, watching as George McHenry's wife's head worked rhythmically up and down over Ed's loins, her lips clasped tightly in a smooth oval circle around his erect penis. It stood out hard and stiff over his slim naked hips, his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by the brunette's fingertips as she cupped the sacs in one hand and kissed and licked hungrily at the base with her flicking tongue.