"Ah, we have more things in common than you know, dear," June advised him with a sly mysterious smile.
Her dark-eyed gaze lingered caressingly on his face for a moment and then her expression changed, once again becoming businesslike. "Anyway, now that the profits and sales are up so high, Max thought he might have a little celebration for the board of directors. A sort of party, if you know what I mean."
"No, not exactly," Henry admitted truthfully.
"Well, you'll find out in a minute," June shrugged. "He's set up a sort of preview of the entertainment, so that you can get together and design a little informational mailer for the members – full color, the whole works." She paused a moment then added in a voice full of insinuation, "I'm certain this girl will pose for any pictures you might want. Max pays her very well."
The young editor was intrigued but asked no more questions. After having worked with Max Alexander's idea that innumerable pictures of girls in bikinis were absolutely necessary to the quarterly corporation, Henry was fairly certain of what the "entertainment" would consist of. In fact, he was flattered that the company president had taken the trouble to set up a version of the celebration just for him. After the accidental omission of Max's picture in the magazine, Henry had been certain that the boss would dream up some bizarre way to express his great displeasure with him and the dark-haired young man could barely believe that he had received no violent repercussions from the seemingly awful mistake.
"Just watch the mirror," June said softly as she dimmed the indirect overhead lights in the huge office. "If it gets to be too much for you, remember I'm right here beside you. I've waited a long time to have you alone in a situation like this."
"I… I didn't know that, June," Henry said uncomfortably, confused by the hot, smoldering glances she was casting provocatively in his direction. "But what about Mr. Alexander? I heard that, well, he and you…"
"Really, I wouldn't worry about that too much. Max is pretty open-minded when it comes to things like that," the scintillating brunette purred, swiveling her sexy body around on the shiny surface of the huge desk so that her dramatically curving form was silhouetted in the light from the grey-tinted glass behind her. Suddenly a click was heard in the almost pregnant stillness of the room and June immediately twisted back around to face the monstrous mirror at the side of Max's desk. "Now get a grip on yourself, love, because this is going to be a scorcher… And remember, I'm right here whenever you need me."
Henry barely heard her as he stared wonderingly at the wall-size looking glass, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the mirror first turned dark, then slowly transparent, revealing a sumptuously-decorated bedroom. He whistled appreciatively as the writhing trio on the bed came into clear focus, his sparkling eyes drinking in the lewd sandwiching of a shapely blonde girl between two viciously fucking men.
Then Henry stiffened in his chair, his handsome young face paling as he blinked his eyes in disbelieving horror. Good God, it can't be!
His mind blanked completely with paralyzing shock for a moment as he unwillingly recognized his own naked young wife swaying on her hands and knees like some kind of low animal bitch in heat between the two dirty-looking unshaven men. They were at each end of her on the mattress, ramming into her mouth and cunt with their lust-hardened cocks! And she was not resisting. Hell, she seemed to be enjoying every obscene second of it! He could see that her eyes were closed and that her voluptuous nude body was so limp and yielding that it rocked back and forth almost mechanically as the two strangers fucked brutally into her… sometimes simultaneously, sometimes out of rhythm in order to slam her into the other man's waiting groin. He could not believe it and rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles to clear away what might be… he hoped was… just a terrible illusion. The young husband wanted to scream out his pain and horror, to turn and race out of the office and down the elevator into the street outside, to somehow pretend that what he saw through the two-way mirror was not true, but his whole body was immobilized and he sat there unmoving as though his own weight were too heavy to lift from the chair.
"Surprised to see your little wifey taking on two guys at the same time – and loving it?" June taunted cruelly. This was what the embittered mistress had wanted all along – to get spiteful revenge against couples like the well-educated young editor and his prissy little wife, the kind of square, narrow-minded people who had always treated her like trash when they discovered that Max had taken her out of a cheap nightclub on the wrong side of town to be his mistress but not his wife. "Actually, it's a compliment, Henry," she went on with sardonic humor. "Max only buys the best."
The poor little fool had gone to Max looking for a job, Henry realized as his mind cleared a little. He felt a stab of shame that his own constant denouncements of her silly extravagances had driven his impressionable young wife to become so deeply entangled in such a situation. He tensed his muscles, prepared to rush from his chair and break into that bedroom if necessary, to rescue Kathy from those lousy bastards who were so brutally pummeling her helpless body back and forth between them. But then, he studied the scene in the glass before him more carefully, sinking back into his chair miserably as he realized once again that far from resisting, Kathy was almost insane with ecstasy. He could not get a good look at her face, but she was grinding her creamy round buttocks back against the loins of the red-headed youth behind her like a hungry whore as his monstrously thick cock fucked in and out of her widely expanded little pussy like a freight train.
Good God, the astonished young editor thought, it was a miracle that the boy's huge young cock didn't split her body into halves like a fresh, over-ripened grapefruit. Resentment and jealousy caused his blood to race like wildfire in his veins as he remembered the countless nights he had spent trying to coax her to even kiss his cock… and yet there she was sucking on that blonde guy's prick like she had been waiting all her life to have one stuffed into her mouth. His own sweet supposedly innocent wife was an absolutely wanton bitch as two complete strangers fucked into her at the same time, driving her tantalizingly beautiful young body backwards and forwards between them. It was as though she were just a willing plaything into which anyone could fuck as though she were nothing more than a common little street whore.
Suddenly he felt a surprising lurch in the crotch of his trousers. His own prick began to jerk to life from the stimulation of the lewdly erotic scene before him. His own body was betraying him! Jesus, I'm as bad as she is, he thought to himself as the uncontrollable rod of flesh between his legs climbed steadily upwards in unwanted erection.
"So it turns you on watching your wife get fucked by other guys, eh Henry?" June breathed seductively as she moved down from her perch on Max's desk and walked seductively over to where the young man was sitting. Crouching down beside him, she snaked her arm over his thigh toward the telltale bulge that grew and grew in Henry's pants. "It turns me on too, dear. Now what are we going to do about it?"
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On the other side of the two-way mirror, Kathy moaned ceaselessly as the two men continued their debasing double assault on her greedily absorbing body. She was in a trance-like state and was not aware of the grey-haired Lenny standing by the switch for the two-way mirror, chuckling lewdly to himself as he imagined the reaction of the watchers in the next room to the obscene spectacle on the bed.
Only at the outermost boundaries of her consciousness was the girl even vaguely aware of the men fucking into both ends of her naked body shouting vile encouragement to each other as they battered her between them and she rotated her buttocks automatically and sucked obediently on the thick prick thrusting further and further into her now hotly sucking mouth.
The trapped young wife no longer felt human but like a great mass of quivering, sensitive flesh created to be nothing more than a warm fleshy receptacle into which these men could pump their lewd hot sperm. She tried not to picture what she was doing, to realize the truth, but sometimes it was impossible not to. The blonde man'
s heavy balls banged against her chin and throat and there was a stale odor of sweat around his burly loins that filled her nostril with a constant reminder of what was actually happening to her.
Slowly, the very debasement of her situation tore through her mind and the very humiliation of the two men buffeting her viciously between them began to excite her, strangely, more and more. The hidden resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once more and groaning softly, she began to roll her smoothly rounded buttocks in lewd, luxurious little circles, tightening her ravaged cunt muscles as tight as she could on the giant fleshy prick skewing into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky white sperm squirting into her stomach until it overflowed out her heatedly working pussy and ran down the insides of her desperately straining thighs.
Behind her, Red was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the milky cheeks of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty hands gripped her eagerly writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the softly rounded curves of the beautiful girl's slender bucking body and bobbing head and the sight of the lovely young blonde being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Carl sputtered from somewhere over her head. "Christ-almighty, just look at her go, will you!"
The saliva in Kathy's penis filled mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the lust-hardened cock sunk into the warm working depths of her throat. She could see Carl's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The husky blonde man's strong fingers wound tightly in her shiny pale coppery hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting length of cock flesh. The ravished young wife felt her own excitement mounting more and more as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater hardness in her hungrily sucking mouth, ramming forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the mammoth prick pistoning into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and ground her buttocks back wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but to please these two lust-crazed men as well as her luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time. Simultaneously with the rising tide of her climax, she felt the huge cock fucking into her seething young pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her plush young thighs and buttocks being swept wider and wider apart as the red-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense male cock as far as it could go into her belly to cry out aloud and spew his hot white semen deep into her wildly-constricting cunt.
Kathy humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst open. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her widely stretched pussy jammed back against Red's muscular loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly down against her clitoris, causing her to lunge spasmodically forward, burying the one named Carl's swelling penis into her wildly sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic hair.
Then it too burst forth with a sudden violence, filling Kathy's cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of lewdly cascading sperm. Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick, fearful of losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets oozed from the corners of her roundly ovaled lips and on down to her chin as the fair-haired man collapsed on the pillows in front of her, his softening penis finally slipping out limply from her still greedily sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky fluid connected her lips to the now-deflated cock several inches away from her face.
The impassioned girl skewered her hips back onto the monstrous slamming penis still spewing its load into her throbbing cunt and with a wail from between tightly-clenched teeth, felt her wild fucking body soar up and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny blazing stars, coursing through her whole being with an unbelievable ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily, around in lust-dimmed mind.
A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she dropped heavily down on the mattress as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her sperm drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the now empty opening up between her thighs as her body lay limp and spent on the sweat-soaked sheets.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, well, what a charming little family scene," Max Alexander's voice boomed into the dimness of his palatial office. "The marriage that stays together, plays together, or something like that, eh Cummings?"
At the sudden sound of his boss' husky voice, Henry leapt from his chair, wincing as his rampant cock tore free from June Stillson's softly caressing hand. Blushing and mumbling incoherent apologies, the young editor stuffed his rapidly-deflating penis back into his trousers from where June had pulled it only a few minutes before and zipped up the fly, fumbling awkwardly in his confusion and embarrassment. But then, as the perimeter of his vision caught the scene that was still showing through the transparent two-way mirror, his own wife lying sated and panting on a bed with two complete strangers' heatedly expended sperm soaking lewdly up inside her body, something snapped in Henry's brain and he wondered why in the hell he should feel ashamed around the very man who had placed his own formerly innocent wife in such a disgusting and debasing position?
"Yes, something like that, Max?" Henry snarled, startling even himself as for the first time, he called the company president by his first name. "But there's more to it than that! My wife got that five hundred dollars from you, didn't she? Was that generous sum for some other gang-fuck you set up for her or was it an advance payment if she'd keep you and your filthy friends happy for a year or two?"
"As a matter of fact, Henry, Kathy had done nothing for me but fuck one of my friends, a rather harmless little man, earlier this week," Max said, smiling with cool amusement. "Of course, I did try her out first and, believe me, she guarded her virtue well until I slipped a little special aphrodisiac into her drink. However, I noticed that she really responded, as though she hadn't had a good fuck in her whole life."
"You lousy bastard!" Henry almost screamed with fury. "Then what is she doing in there with those three dirty bums?"
"I don't know," the middle-aged executive said simply. "Why don't you ask June?"
The young husband whirled around and caught sight of the beautiful older woman just as she was about to slip unnoticed back into her office. With a strangled cry of frustration and anger, Henry walked quickly across the deeply-carpeted floor and seized her by the arm, dragging the dark-haired woman back from the doorway and throwing her brutally down onto a chair.
"Wh-why did you do that to her?" Henry raged down at the gorgeous brunette, his eyes afire with wrath he felt. "How could you let them use her like that?"
June stared hatefully up at him and Max for a moment and then slowly her face relaxed into a smug, satisfied smile. "Henry, dear, you're forgetting one thing," she murmured venomously. "Whatever horrible things we made your poor little wife do, she certainly did enjoy them."
Henry did not even have to look back to the obscene tableau taking place in the two-way mirror to know that the mockingly smiling woman was speaking the harsh truth. No matter how much she had been drugged, he reasoned bitterly, Kathy had no right to just surrender that way and enjoy the animal-like orgy he had just watched. And if she could enjoy it, well, she was nothing more than a two-bit whore and deserved everything she had gotten and more, by God.
"Jesus Christ stop smirking, June, and bring the little bitch ou
t here," Max instructed his raven-haired mistress with the beginning of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. When the tall shapely woman had left the room, the slightly greying president turned to his young employee and casually said, "Why don't you pay her back, Henry? Hell, she's given you enough trouble since you've been married, according to what I could gather from my conversation with her. Why don't you teach her a lesson she'll never forget?"
"Christ, I'd like to," Henry muttered, grateful at this point for some sympathetic understanding, no matter what the source. "I'm damned if I know what would shock her enough, though. After this, it would have to be something pretty radical, something so wild that she'd have to come back to me."
"I think I can help you, son," the older man said with the same smooth sincerity he had used on Kathy almost a week before. "If I really thought it would help you two, I'd gladly take the trouble to set up a party in my own home… You know arrange some things that would make this afternoon look like a Sunday school picnic, at least to your wayward little wife."
"Yes, I guess that's probably what she needs," the handsome, young man agreed bleakly. His anger was cooling now to a slow festering resentment and somehow the idea of his once-innocent young wife being forced into a situation from which only he could rescue her, if he chose to, filled him with a sort of grim, diabolical satisfaction. "What time?"
"How about seven o'clock on Sunday night?" Max suggested solemnly, barely concealing his glee at the success of his cunning new scheme. "And don't worry, I'll have a few choice pieces for you too Henry, my boy, so you can have a little fun before the lady begs to be taken home."
"Great, I'm going to need that," the bright young editor scowled. "I want to get myself a few phone numbers too, because that little bitch is going to have to come crawling on her hands and knees before I ever give her any again."
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