by MIMI WILDE
SAVAGE DESIRES
MIMI WILDE
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Table of Contents
RENA
SAFARI HEAT
THE BUTLER DID IT
REBECCA
BECKY
RENA
The photographs were in the morning mail and she knew the truth as soon as she looked at them. Her husband was not caught in any compromising positions. In fact, the photographs were relatively tame. Everybody had their clothes on and it was in a restaurant of some kind. But her husband was sitting at a table next to his pretty blond and young secretary, and he was looking at her in the same way he had looked at her for years. She knew that expression.
It meant, “let’s go to the bedroom honey, because I need it now.”
She had never slighted her husband in the bedroom. She tried to be a good wife in all ways. But she was thirty-seven years old, and her husband’s secretary was twenty-five, practically a teenager, and probably enthusiastic as hell when he was banging her back in his private office.
“Damn it,” Rena shouted, and hurled the photographs onto the kitchen floor.
She was angry and hurt, and trying not to cry. This was not how she expected her life to go. This sort of thing happened to other women, not to her. Hers was the great romance. She had given up her singing career to work her rear off in a lot of dead-end jobs to put her husband through law school. These were supposed to be the good years. She and her husband were thought of as a wonderful loving couple, respected in their church and their community.
And she thought they had a good sexual relationship. How could he be fucking that tramp?
“It sure pays to be a good woman and follow all the rules,” she said out loud.
She thought about the party she was supposed to attend with her husband that evening and suddenly the thought of another stuffy party, making boring chit-chat with the other lawyers and occasionally letting one of them get a free feel on the dance floor, was more than she could take. And especially when her husband was cheating.
She went into the bedroom and took out her small suitcase. She packed only a few clothes because she wasn’t sure where she was going.
She left a phone mail message for her husband. “Listen, you cheating bastard, don’t try and look for me. I’ll let you know if I’m coming back home or if I decide to find a lawyer and take every penny you’ve got. If you get lonely, go into the other office and bend that fucking bitch over a desk.”
It wasn’t much, but it gave her a bit of satisfaction.
She showered and dressed in jeans and a green beaded top. She didn’t wear a bra. She liked the way she looked in the mirror. Except for a few wrinkles around her eyes, she hadn’t much changed from the twenty year old who used to sing country with the Murphy Brothers Band. She could have stayed with them. She could have married Ted Murphy. He had the hots for her. Ted had gone to Nashville and ended up having a pretty good career. He was producing records. His brother Rick was a television pitchman, doing info commercials for various products. She had no idea what had happened to the rest of the band.
But Nashville. She had always wanted to see Nashville and now was as good a time as any. Maybe she’d look up Ted.
Her cell phone started ringing just outside Atlanta, her husband frantically calling. She finally turned it off. She meant what she said. She wasn’t sure she was going back to him, but she knew it wouldn’t be soon. And right now she was so damned angry, she didn’t want to talk to him.
She drove all day and most of the night and slept in her car by the side of a road until just after dawn. She was hungry and she stopped in a little café for ham and eggs and lots of coffee, and then she was back on the road again. She looked at her phone and saw there had been thirty missed calls, all from the same number. There was one other number. Her friend Beth.
She called Beth back. Beth was up early an also frantic. Beth tried to convince her to come back home and work things out.
“Not going to happen right now,” Rena said. “I’ll talk to you and keep you informed where I am, so he won’t call the police out or anything, but I won’t talk to that cheating bastard, not until my head is clear.”
“Are you going to try to get your own back,” Beth asked.
“I don’t understand,” Rena said.
“He cheated,” Beth said. “What’s good for the goose. Well, I guess he’s not a goose, but you know what I mean.”
“Yes. I haven’t thought about, but it’s an idea. Why don’t you tell him I’m not coming home until I do some fucking of my own.”
“Rena,” Beth said, shocked. Rena had never used that kind of language in front of her younger friend.
“You just tell him that,” Rena said.
She was surprised when Beth giggled. “I’ll use your exact words.”
Of course she wasn’t serious, but she did intend to have a good time and spend some of her husband’s money, and enjoy herself for a while until she made up her mind what she was going to do with the rest of her life
Nashville was not what she expected, but then she didn’t know what she was expecting. It looked like any other city except there were a few more music stores and a few more places with cutesy, country sounding names. She found a nice hotel (after all, her husband’s credit cards were paying) and she showered and slept for several hours. She went downstairs and had drinks and a steak in the fancy dining room. She was still wearing jeans and a top, but she spent some more of her husband’s money in a gift shop and ended up with a complete new outfit. She still had on jeans, but they were tight, a top that was an off white color and showed the imprint of her large nipples, and fancy cowboy boots. She looked like she was ready to go on stage.
She turned down the first of several men who tried to proposition her that afternoon as she explored Nashville. Evidently she looked hot enough to garner attention. At home, she usually wore her blond hair in a bun, but she let it down to her shoulders and she found a red headband in a store that had little pictures of musical instruments. She thought she looked really good.
At three in the afternoon she found herself standing in front of a large building that held a couple of record companies. One of them was Murphy records. The secretary in the front told her that Ted Murphy was not seeing anybody that afternoon as he was so busy. She asked the girl to at least give Ted her name and the girl reluctantly did. A few moments later the elevator doors opened and Ted Murphy stepped out.
He had greatly changed. He had been a nice looking young man with a long ponytail and a scruffy way of dressing. He had played lead guitar and occasionally sang with her in duets. She had almost lost her virginity to him a couple of times on their road trips, but she had kept herself virginal for her husband. Now she wondered why she had bothered.
But Ted Murphy wasn’t the same man. He was even better looking, a tall, slim man with graying hair and a sharp looking blue suit that matched his sad blue eyes. Her knees felt weak looking at him. He crossed the floor in two long strides and took her in his arms. She didn’t protest as he kissed her and kissed her hard. Hi secretary looked surprised.
“It’s good to see you, Rena,” he said.
“It’s good to see you too,” she said breathlessly, and then laughed. “I
wasn’t expecting this enthusiastic a welcome.”
“Oh, one never gets over his first love,” Ted said.
She rode up with him to his office suite on his private elevator. She knew Ted was successful, but he seemed far more successful than she had thought. Everything about the surroundings and his suit, and his polished behavior reeked of money. There was also self-assurance about him that only the rich possess. She had seen the trait in a lot of the higher-ups in her husband’s law firm.
There were two other secretaries and a famous country music star in the front office. Ted stopped to shake the man’s hand and he spoke to him for a few moments in a low tone. Rena could not hear the words. She felt a little odd as the other people in the office were looking curiously at her. Finally, Ted clapped his arm around the shoulders of the country music star and gave him a bear hug.
“We’ll take care of everything, Jimmy,” he said loudly. “You just keep singing your songs.”
Ted took her hand and led her through the front offices and through a back hallway. There were dozens of autographed pictures on the walls of famous people. She wondered if Ted knew all the singers personally.
Ted’s office was even fancier than the outside and there was a huge picture window that looked out over the streets of Nashville.
“Let me look at you, Rena, baby,” Ted said.
He sat on the edge of his desk and she stood uncomfortably in the middle of the room. His eyes burned into her. He made a motion with his hand and she turned around for him, remembering how tight the jeans were around her still shapely ass.
“Hot damn, you haven’t changed a bit. You’ve still got the best looking ass in a pair of jeans I’ve ever seen.”
She blushed and started to protest that he shouldn’t talk to a respectable married lady that way, but then she wasn’t really so married anymore. And she liked his compliment and the way he looked at her Paul had not looked at her that way in a long time. It gave her fluttery feelings in her stomach.
“You want a drink, Rena,” Ted said. “I have beer and wine or soda.”
“A little white wine would be nice,” Rena said.
She sat on one of Ted’s two luxurious couches and crossed her legs Ted had a false panel in his wall and it opened up to reveal another small room beyond his office. The room had a comfortable looking bed, a bar, another couch, a door that probably led to a bathroom. All the comforts of home.
Ted brought her a glass of white wine in a short-stemmed wine glass. She took a sip. It was delicious.
“So what are you doing in Nashville,” Ted said, sitting on the couch close beside her. “Have you finally given up on the suburban housewife lifestyle?”
There was just the trace of bitterness in his voice. For a moment she caught a glimpse of the sullen young man Ted had been, and she remembered their last few minutes together. It had been ugly. He couldn’t believe she was leaving the band to marry a yuppie. He had also been hurt because she was leaving him. He loved her with adoring puppy-dog affection. Ted was no puppy-dog any longer. He was a wealthy, experienced man who had probably been with more than his share of women, and yet he still remembered the pain she had caused him.
She really didn’t want to tell him that her marriage was going sour, but then she figured he had a right to know. It was Ted she had betrayed so many years ago, and she was sure he would take a smug satisfaction in her husband’s infidelity. Perhaps he deserved that satisfaction after the way she had treated him.
“My husband is cheating on me with his secretary,” she said.
Ted nodded. “I’m sorry, Rena. I never liked that pompous Harvard bastard, but I never wished you anything but happiness.”
She saw that he truly meant it.
She leaned over and kissed him gently. The gentle kiss became more urgent. She knew it was wrong, but she opened his mouth and tasted his tongue. She thought his lips would be familiar and she thought she could manage him as she once had, but she was wrong. Her young, inexperienced friend was now far more wise and knowing about women. His kiss inflamed her, sent shivers down to her belly and below. She made one futile attempt to push him away before he practically ripped her top up her body to free her breasts.
“Still the same perky tits,” he said, “with those huge brown nipples. God, I used to love the taste of your nipples.”
She lacked the will to resist. His mouth covered her nipple, his tongue brushed her, his wet mouth opening wider and taking more of her flesh into his mouth. She protested again, weakly, but she knew it was too late. In just a few moments he had reduced her to a whimpering slut, ready for anything he desired. At that same moment she realized she had gotten used to her husband’s sweet and sensitive lovemaking, but what she really craved was a take-charge kind of guy. Ted was creating feelings in her, she had never known before.
He bit and sucked on her nipples, making them swell up into large, aching points. She stopped protesting. Her hand stroked the back of his head and pulled him closer and when his knee went between her legs, she opened them willingly.
In a few moments his hand was pulling at the buckle on her jeans and she didn’t fight. He allowed her enough freedom so she could pull them down past her knees. He touched her between her legs.
“Your panties are soaked, baby,” he said. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”
He gave her time to take her shoes off and then peel her jeans and panties down her long legs. She felt a moment of embarrassment because he was still dressed. Even worse, he walked over to his desk and sat on it.
“Crawl over here to me,” he said.
“What?” she asked.
“I think you heard me,” he said. ‘Crawl over here.
Humiliation showed in her face as she got down on her knees and crawled across the floor to him. She had no idea why she was allowing him to treat her this way except that it was exciting her more than anything in her life. When she got to him, he patted her on the head like a puppy that had pleased him.
“Take it out and suck it,” he said.
Not a request. Nothing romantic in his tone. It was a command requiring obedience and she obeyed.
I am not this kind of person, she told herself, but she slid her hands slowly up his thighs and she tugged down his zipper with one hand and reached into the opening with the other. She eased his hard, throbbing cock out of the small opening and stroked it with her hand for a moment. His prick felt sweaty and slick in her fingers. A little bit of cum appeared at the tiny slit in the end of the enormous purplish head. She licked it away, tasting the strong, salty flavor of his maleness.
“Don’t play around, suck it, bitch,” Ted said.
Again, his words were exciting and humiliating her at the same time. She brushed her hair back from her face and bent her head. She opened her lips wide enough to take his prick into her mouth. She drew it deep, along her tongue and into the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, at first, and then quickly, tasting more of his cum on her tongue and in the back of her throat.
“I’m going to make you my bitch,” Ted said. “Now lick my balls some.”
She slid his prick head out of her mouth and looked up at him. His face was cold, impassive, and almost cruel. She lowered her head again, licked down the length of his cock to his balls. She washed his balls with her tongue and then gently took each of them into her mouth and sucked on them. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back up.
“Now gag on it, bitch,” he said, and he drove his prick deep into her mouth so that she gasped for breath. He gave her no mercy. He slammed his prick in and out of her mouth, forcing it deeper into her mouth, until there were tears in her eyes. He still didn’t ease the pressure. He grabbed her head with both hands and he used her brutally, fucking her face and giving a gasp of pleasure as he started to come.
His cum gagged her, spilled out of the corners of her mouth, dripped to the carpet. He kept hold of her and she desperat
ely tried to swallow, getting her breath in short, painful gasps. Finally, he released her and she coughed more of his cum out, finally able to get a deep breath. The cum she swallowed, felt heavy in her stomach and his taste was slick and salty in her mouth.
She heard applause. With a sense of horror, she realized they were not alone in the room. She hadn’t heard anybody come in but she turned her head and saw Ted’s younger sitting on the couch. He was smiling, looking as trim and fit and handsome as he always did in his television commercials.
She was so ashamed, so humiliated, and she wanted to cover up, but her clothes were on the couch beside him.
What happened next was the most shocking thing so far.
Rick unhooked his belt and undid his zipper and pulled his pants down to his knees.
“Now come do me,’ he said.
“This has gone far enough,” Rena said.
She started to stand up and Ted grabbed her by the hair. His fingers tangled in her hair and he jerked her painfully up and then twisted her down so that she was lying face down across his desk.
“You have to learn to do what you’re told,’ Ted said.
His broad, rough hands slapped her ass. She screamed as he slapped her again and then he gave her a spanking she would not soon forget. It hurt like hell. In moments she was begging him to stop. He didn’t stop. His hand kept coming down. In the end she promised she would do anything he wished if only he would stop spanking her.
His hand came down one more time, but this time his touch was gentle. He pressed her legs open wider and two of his fingers slipped into her. He moved them around inside her and she immediately started to buck back against him.
“She says it hurts, but her pussy is like a firecracker waiting to go off,” Ted said. Ted took his fingers out and he leaned over her body. “Now you be a good girl and go over there and suck my brother’s cock, and maybe we will let you come.”
She was totally beaten. She sank to her knees again without being told and she crawled back across the floor to where Rick waited. His prick was already hard, waving in the air in front of her. She crawled between his legs and bent her head to take his prick between her lips. Rick’s prick was actually bigger than Ted’s and had a different taste. It was less salty, less sweaty. But her mouth was still coated with Ted’s spunk as she drew Rick’s cock into her throat.