"The exhibitionist wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grayson Gilda)

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day as Fred Holden had worked on the books for The Camera's Eye with Linda Sloan, he had queried her concerning Susan.

"She's all set-up for you… just like I promised…" Miss Sloan told him.

"And… she knows what she's in for…?"

"Yes… damn it! She's a big girl!"

"How did you do it…?"

"I just threatened to show her husband some damaging pictures…"

"Let me see them!" Fred ordered.

"That's not part of our bargain!"

"It is now! Let me see them!"

Reluctantly, Linda got the envelopes from her safe and gave it to him. "They're pictures of Susan and me… together."

"Great!" Fred removed the photos from the brown envelope and shuffled through them. "Yeah! These are great! I'll just use these myself!"

"No, you don't!" Linda flared. "How do I know you won't use them… against me!"

"Don't worry about that… as long as I get what I want!"

"Okay… you can have half of them!"

"All right!" Fred agreed. "… And just in case she balks… I'll use these to jog her memory!"

Fred gloated, "I've got it all worked out, Evelyn… and it's sure-fire to get me into the sack with that little blonde, Susan Merril – that's her name – and I've got her address… out near the university."

His wife looked at the photographs he showed her. "And you say that she's married…?"

"Yeah, that's right, darling," Fred affirmed. "Her husband's a graduate student…"

Evelyn looked up at him with a new appreciation for his resourcefulness, glad that he was doing something that would perhaps lead him into her swinging world.

"There's only one point you've overlooked, Fred…" she suggested.

"Yeah…? What's that…?"

"Well… since she's married, you forgot to include me in a piece of the action… with her husband."

"You're still trying to get me into that group sex thing… aren't you…?"

"You haven't tried it, yet…"

"And, I'm not going to!" Fred told his wife firmly.

"You're missing the time of your life…"

"Maybe… But, I'm going to make it with that sexy little blonde, all by myself!"

"Yes… she is sexy!" Evelyn agreed, looking through the photographs, again. "She must be really turned on!"

"I hope so!"

"When are you going to try to lay her, darling…?"

"Tonight…!" Fred said with a grin. "While her husband's studying at the library."

"What's his name…?"

"Ron, I think…"

"That's a nice name. Is he nice… too?"

"I wouldn't know, damn it!" Fred growled. "And, don't go thinking you can get next to him, either. I understand he's not taking care of his wife very well… in bed…"

"How do you know that…?"

"Linda told me!"

"That's very interesting…"

"I told you to stop thinking about getting anything going with her husband!"

"I wouldn't think of it, darling…" Evelyn told him.

… But, she did do some thinking about it; as a matter of fact, after she had thought about it, she took some direct action. Evelyn had never gone through her husband's things before, but the situation called for a little gentle larceny. All she wanted was one of the most revealing of those photos in the envelope… along with the address for Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Merril. She found the address in his notebook, while her husband was busily shaving and showering. Getting the picture was easy, too… and she took her time in choosing exactly the right one.

Susan Merril was absolutely miserable. Gamely, she hid it from Ron, but she knew there was nothing she could do to avoid the situation. She was going to be forced into an adulteress' role, in order to save her marriage, for she was convinced that if Ron ever saw those pictures of her in lesbian embrace with her employer, Linda Sloan, he'd abandon her. Somehow, in her own mind, it was more damning than if she were being blackmailed for having made it with another man. At least Ron might be able to understand that… but for him to think that I'd become… that I'd be like Miss Sloan, too… God! I don't know what he'd think… but I know he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me… again!

In spite of her determination not to go back to The Camera's Eye, she felt she had to… until she found another job. All morning long, she spent in following up employment leads from the newspaper ads, but there were no jobs for which she could qualify… or which she felt she could perform.

So, feeling trapped, she reported for work as usual.

Miss Sloan checked her in for her regular afternoon schedule, asking laconically, "I thought you wouldn't be back…?"

"I wish I didn't have to come back!" Susan told her coldly.

There was a great deal more Susan would have liked to tell her employer, but the cold fury in her wouldn't allow her to stay in the woman's presence any longer than she had to. "And, as soon as I find something else… I won't be back except to collect those negatives!"

"Now, what is it that's so important, Mrs. Holden…?" Ron smiled. He was feeling both flattered and annoyed; flattered because such a lovely woman had come looking for him at the university library and annoyed because of having to waste the time to talk to her.

"Just call me Evelyn, and I'll call you Ron… okay?"

"Okay, now tell me whatever it is you've got in mind…"

"How about ordering a beer for me…?"

"Okay…?"

He called the waitress over and ordered two bottles of beer. They were in a little place very near the university, frequented mostly by students.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself…?" she queried for a beginning.

"There's not much to tell. I'm just grinding away at the books, hoping to get a doctorate one of these days…"

Their beer arrived. Ron drank healthily while Evelyn sipped at hers.

"… And, what about your wife, Susan…?"

"Do you know her…?" Ron questioned, taking another opportunity to let his eyes roam over her, liking her black-haired, hazel-eyed beauty and judging that she was perhaps only a year or two older than himself. Nice! Yes! He decided; she was definitely quite a woman… But, what in hell does she want…?

"No… I don't know her, really… but I do know that she works as a Rent-a-Model at The Camera's Eye studio," Evelyn told him. "… And, I've seen some pictures of her… that were taken there…" Then, with a tiny, lewd smile, she lowered her voice and added, "Some very revealing… and obscene pictures… I should add!"

For a moment, Ron had the idea that she was a little kinky, so he asked, "Who took them…?"

"My husband did!"

That's a relief! He grinned back at her, now, thinking he could put an end to their conversation and get back to his books. "If it bothers you… that your husband took some crotch-shots of my wife… you can stop worrying! I know all about the kind of pictures she's asked to pose for… and I'm damned grateful to her for working in a place like that, because she's helping me to get my degree!" He picked up his glass of beer and took a long, sucking drink of it. Setting the glass down he added, "I hope that puts your mind at rest. Any other problems are yours… and your husband's!" He started to get up. "Goodnight, Evelyn. I've got to get back to the library!"

"Before you leave, Ron… maybe you should hear the rest of what I have to tell you… and show you!" Evelyn suggested coolly, refusing to be dismissed.

Ron, only half out of his seat, sat down again, looked inquiringly at her and queried, "You've got something to show me…?"

"Yes! Something I'm sure you'll be interested in!"

"What is it?"

"A photo!"

"Let me see it, then!"

"After I tell you what's happening, okay?"

"Okay! What's happening?"

"All right! Here goes! My husband, Fred, is mixed up, somehow, with that woman who runs The Camera's Eye. I don't understand what it's all about… but he has some kind of hold over her…"

"So what's that got to do with Susan?"

"Everything! He's gotten your address… and he's probably at your apartment, right now… laying your wife!"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Ron growled. "Anyway… the models are supposed to be protected from things like that…! So, how in hell could he get our address in in the first place…?"

"I told you! Fred's blackmailing her boss, Linda Sloan!"

"… So, even if he does have our address… and assuming he does go there, I know that Susan wouldn't have anything to do with another man!"

"Oh, but she will! When Fred gets here… she's going to let him lay her… because she's being blackmailed into it by Miss Sloan!" Evelyn repeated herself.

"That's impossible!" Ran flared, jumping to his feet. "… But, just in case there's anything to this, I'm going to go home and check out your story!"

"It's not impossible, Ron! Here! Take a look at this!" Evelyn dug the photograph from her handbag and handed it to him. "There's the reason, she'll let Fred do it… because she doesn't want you to know what's really been happening at The Camera's Eye!"

Ron's eyes filled with instant rage as he saw his wife's likeness, her face distorted with ecstatic passion, eyes closed, as her tongue licked upward cuttingly along the short, hardened length of another woman's clitoris. His anger was directed at himself almost as much as against Susan, for he realized that if he were taking care of her sexual needs properly there would be no need for such things to happen… But, he was angry and hurt, hurt because she had stooped to getting her satisfaction from another woman. It was a monstrous blow to his manhood.

"I'll be God damned!" Ron spat. "Where'd you get this?"

"Out of my husband's pocket!"

"… And, he's using pictures like this… to force her into letting him…?" He stopped, unable to express himself except in vulgar terms.

"Fuck her!" Evelyn hissed in a tight, little whisper barely audible to him.

Tucking the picture hastily into his jacket pocket, he turned to leave the beer bar. "Goodnight, Mrs. Holden! I'm grateful… and much obliged to you, for letting me know!"

"Wait, Ron!" Evelyn was on her feet, also, as he turned to face her, annoyed that he was being delayed again.

"Well…?"

"Aren't you forgetting something…?" she asked. "Aren't you forgetting that it's my husband… who's involved… with your wife?"

"I suppose I did, for a moment…! So?" he growled.

"So, let's go together!" Evelyn Holden suggested. "We can go in my car… and get there faster than you could walking!"

Ron hesitated a moment before answering, "Okay! I guess it'd be better if we both were there…"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" she murmured. "I've wanted to catch him… at something like this, for a long time!"

"Then, let's go!" Ron was impatient. God damn! I've got to find out… for sure!

Susan Merril was almost a nervous wreck. All afternoon, she had had the apprehensive feeling that any one of the men who had posed her for pictures could have been the unknown man, who would be making love to her, forcing her into adultery… because of her one indiscretion… And, the worst of it is… that it's because of my being with a woman… instead of a man! In a way she almost wished it had been because of another man. At least… it wouldn't seem so… kinky!

Finally, her working stint dragged to a close. It had seemed to her as though eons of time had elapsed since she had reluctantly reported for work. Then, she had been irritable with Ron, snapping at him for the slightest reason, while all the time her heart ached to tell him of the mess she was in, wanting to creep into the protection of his arms and tell the outside world to go away and leave them in peace, but that was impossible, of course. How could I tell him… explain it so he'd understand…? God… there isn't anything I can do! It would just have to happen! She resigned herself to it.

At about eight fifteen the telephone rang.

"H-Hello…?" Susan said tentatively into the mouthpiece, her dread leaden in her.

"Susan…? Susan Merril…?" A voice she almost recognized murmured in her ear.

"Yes…?"

"You should be expecting me. Linda Sloan is a mutual friend of ours…"

"It's you… the man, who…"

"Yes! I'll be at your place in five minutes. Is your husband gone?"

"Y-Yes… He's at the library… studying…"

"Good! You might as well get ready for me!" Fred Holden told her. "I want you to be wearing just a dressing gown… so we won't have to waste any time!"

"God… Mr… whatever your name is… isn't there any other way… I can…"

"No way, baby…! And, you can call me Fred… okay?"

"All right…" She was glad, somehow, she could now attach a name to this unknown man.

"I'll be there in five minutes!"

The phone went dead and she replaced it in its cradle numbly, staring at the instrument as if it were a deadly snake. Oh, my God! It's really going to happen! Going into her bedroom, then, she took off all of her clothing and slipped into her wispy, see-through nightgown, pulling a frilly peignoir over it. As she caught sight of her lovely body in the mirror she was revulsed by its very beauty; its curvaceous lines and full-breasted lusciousness were the curse that had brought about all her present troubles, and she wished fervently at that moment that some good fairy would turn her into an old hag, so very ugly that the man, who would arrive momentarily, wouldn't want to touch her… But, of course, Susan wasn't living a fairy-tale. This was reality, and the reality was frightening.

The doorbell rang!

Leaden feet, which she had to force to carry her, took her to the door. Tremblingly she opened it and saw that it was a man who had posed her at The Camera's Eye. He had rented a camera she remembered… And, he was nervous… and wanted to take close-ups… up between my legs!

"I'm Fred!" Holden smiled, his eyes raping her already.

"Come in…" Susan said woodenly, her voice dull and flat as she shamefacedly turned away, unable to face him.

"You don't seem very happy to see me!" Holden observed, walking in and closing the door behind him.

"Should I be…?"

"We're going to have one hell of a time together, so you might as well perk up!" he said, coming in behind her, his arms encircling her and his hands finding the soft pliancy of her mounding breasts.

"Maybe you will… but I-l… can't…"

"You will!" he told her. "You will!" His hands caressed and massaged the full orbs of her breasts, and he marveled at the silky feel of them through the thin material of her peignoir, as he ground his pelvis into the full moons of her protruding buttocks below.

Feeling absolutely miserable, Susan writhed from his embrace and headed resolutely for the bedroom, determined that if this horrible thing had to be played out, the sooner it was over and done with the better.

Holden followed her, his avid eyes devouring her luscious figure as it moved sensually under the wispy garments she wore. He had expected her to object, but her seemingly full acceptance of the situation made him gloat with pleasure. Damn! I've really hit on something! Momentarily, his mind moved over the possibilities, the number of women he could have this way… if he played all the angles the right way.

Removing her peignoir Susan sat down on the edge of the bed in her nightgown. It was strange, but she could still feel his hands on her breasts; they tingled with a glowing warmth, and her nipples were becoming hard and sensitively erect. God! She didn't want that! Before he had arrived, she had told herself over and over again that she would not become involved… that she wouldn't feel anything. I'll just let him have his fun… and get rid of him… just as fast as I can! Somehow, she imagined that was the way a professional would do it…! Then, she was appalled at the comparison she had made, but there was an element of truth in it. I won't be any better than… one of them! The unspoken word raced maddeningly through her mind. Whore! Whore! Whore!

"Do you want m-me to take my nightgown off… too…?" she asked, already reaching for the hem of it.

"Yeah! I'll help you, baby!"

He tossed the nightgown aside as it came off over her head, his eyes raking over her body, remembering every svelte curve of her. "I knew I had to have you… the first time I saw you!" he choked. "You're beautiful!" Then, he was lifting her up to her feet, his arms going around her, pulling her close, and his mouth sought hers.

His kiss she accepted numbly, even allowing his tongue to snake sinuously into her mouth, as his warm hands roamed at will over her body, while below she felt the huge bulge of his erection grinding into her naked loins. She tried not to think… But even as she tried to make her mind blank, accepting blindly the foregone fact that this man, Fred, would have his way with her, entering her, shooting his sperm deep into her white belly, she couldn't still the vibrant sexuality of her body. Perversely, she felt the building glow in her loins.

Then, she felt him pushing her back and down onto the bed until she was lying supine across it, he following to lie on top of her still kissing her hungrily, and not realizing what she was doing, Susan found herself kissing him back, her tongue licking out to flick at his lips, then finally lashing out to insinuate itself between his teeth and into his mouth.

Relaxing above her, Fred rolled to his side and grunted, "Let's lie straight in the bed!" He kicked off his shoes, as she scrambled to the center of the bed. Then, lying beside her, recapturing her lips, again, his hand roamed exploringly, down over her ribs and along the outside of her long, white, tapering thigh, back up the satiny inner-sides of her upper thigh to the angle of her loins, where he massaged sensuously at the golden mound of her pubic hair, a finger sliding easily down into the coral-hued furrow to find the pulsingly erect bud of her clitoris. Damn! She's getting hot… already!

Then, he broke the deep kiss, his mouth going down to the spiked-out cone of a tingling nipple to lick and suck, taking the whole pap as well as the areola into his voracious mouth.

Ecstatic sensations were being generated in her breasts. They spread warmly through her, racing cavortingly in wave after delicious wave of melding sensuality. God! What's happening to me…? Please… don't let me l-like it…!

A moan of anguish escaped her lips, as she felt his lips on her nipple form a tight circle and he began to move it alternately in and out of his mouth by sucking and blowing. It felt so good… so unbearably good that she couldn't stand it, for suddenly, it was as though a bellows had puffed across the glowing passion in her to fan the tiny spark into a raging inferno of desire. The flames seemed to consume her loins, and she felt the moistness, warm and viscid, down there between the inner, still tightly closed petals of her cunt. Desperately, she clamped her thighs together in an attempt to deny the unmistakable sensations to herself, but against her will, her hips began to inscribe minute circles under her, as she undulated up against his tantalizing finger. She couldn't help it… couldn't control it; her hips moved in the ancient beat of animal sex, as old as man, and inside her chest her heart beat a savage accompaniment, like the drumbeats of primitive fertility rites.

Fred Holden felt the undulation of her hips, and as his finger dipped lower to slip into the moist mouth of her pussy, he knew that she was ready for him. He had been determined that he would not actually force her, give her any idea that she was being raped, and he was glad. He wanted her to be wanting it, begging for it before he shoved his aching cock into her. Then I'll fuck her silly!

Crawling off the bed, Holden began to strip off his clothing; jacket, shirt, tie, trousers, undershirt and sock all falling in a careless heap on the floor around him, while his eyes remained steadily on her. Finally, he was down to his boxer shorts, and with one smooth movement he snaked them down over his hips to release his throbbing erection.

It stood out long and thick from his loins, spearing out menacingly to Susan Merril's awestricken gaze. Her involuntary gasp of surprise and wonder mixed with not a little fear, made him chuckle aloud.

"How do you like that…?" He was secretly proud of the fact that his stiffened cock stood ready for use. Too many times he had been humiliated by its adamant limpness. Now! God damn it! I know there's nothing wrong with me!

Susan looked up into his face startled and fearful, but her eyes swept back down instantly to the manly display below. God! It's so much longer and thicker than Ron's! She struggled to sit up! "It's… horrible! It's… too b-big!"

His hands were on her shoulders pushing her back down onto the soft mattress, as he crawled up on the bed to kneel beside her. "What's the matter, baby… a married woman like you must've seen a cock before… but maybe not one like mine… eh…?" He grinned crookedly down at her and added, "Just wait until I've got it in you… fucking you! You'll know you've been fucked, then!"

Second thoughts, coming almost too late, began to flood through Susan Merril's mind, as she felt his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs, over the fullness of her curving hips, where he rummaged in the golden down of her pubic hair for a moment before snaking them down between her thighs and beginning to press them apart. At that moment she was more aware of her nakedness than ever before, as she looked up into Fred's lust-filled eyes… the eyes of a man, almost a stranger – she didn't even know his last name, yet – who was not her husband! A blush of shame and humiliation flushed her cheeks, as the full realization of what was about to happen came to her in a rush. My God! I can't really go through with it!

"N-No!" she moaned. "NO! I've changed my mind! I'd just as soon tell my husband the truth… about me and Linda!"

"Don't be stupid! You've already gone too far… because I've got to fuck you now… no matter what!" His strong hands levered her legs apart, and he looked down at the tender, pink slit of her cunt that he'd wanted to fuck ever since that first time he had taken pictures of her. Futilely, she struggled to keep her thighs together, and tears brimmed up to overflow her eyes as she pleaded with him.

"Oh, please? Don't! Don't make me be untrue to my husband!"

"It's too late, baby!" Holden grunted.

"… But, I-I…" Her further protest was stifled in her mouth as he came down on top of her, cradling himself between her fear-quivering legs, his mouth capturing hers in a savage, lip-mashing, tongue-probing kiss. Meanwhile his hands swarmed over her caressing and massaging, kneading the soft curves of her body, causing her to keen with unwanted but delicious sensations of yet more arousal… and below the rock-hard shaft of his warmly throbbing cock lay tight along the sensation-ridden furrow of her pussy… rubbing her hardened clitoris tantalizingly as he ground his hips sexily against her.

… Then, he was moving, breaking the kiss, his body slithering down hers, his mouth kissing and licking, as he insinuated himself lower and lower, paying homage to each of her breasts, pausing for a moment to suck on each sensate nipple, then moving on down to the white plane of her belly, his tongue dipping teasingly into the shallow dimple of her navel before moving on down… down… and down…

There was no doubt in her mind as to what he intended to do. Oh, God! If he ever starts… licking me… th-there… I'll never be able to stop! It was true! Linda Sloan's educated tongue had taught her the pure delight of cunnilingus… and she knew her own explosive reaction to it. Then, Fred was there his face brushing against the golden sporran of her pubic mound, and it was just a matter of split-seconds until his mouth would be licking and sucking at her desperately wanting cunt.

"Oh, God, Fred! Don't do THAT… to m-me…!"

"Come on, Susan, baby, who're you trying to kid? This's what really turns you on… and you know it!" Fred grunted.

With a gloating grin of anticipation and triumph, he lifted her legs by the knees, pushing them back toward her chest and levering her thighs wide apart to expose the pink furrow of her cunt to his lewdly gazing eyes. He looked down to see her moisture bedewed inner petals flowering open slightly to expose the tight mouth of her vagina, the tender, coral flesh of the lining showing glistening and throbbing just inside the portal. Above, nestled in its own fleshy little valley, the short, pulsing length of her hardened clitoris peeped out at him, surrounded by the sparse ring of spun-gold pubic hair, while below, brownish, puckered crinklingly, was the nether portal of her anus, staring unwinkingly back at him.

"What a luscious, tight, little cunt!" Holden gloated, a look of pure animal lust contorting his face.

Ineffectually, she tried to close her legs to thwart him, but the pressure of his palms on the satiny inner sides of her white, smoothly tapered thighs was too great. Feeling the flood of humiliation and shame at the naked exposure of her loins to him, and the realization that she could do nothing to stop him caused her to groan aloud in her misery, as she watched his face with mounting horror, mixed with her own perverse anticipation of what was coming. "Oooooooohhhh! My God!"

With determined deciveness Fred Holden placed his thumbs on either side of the soft fleshy lips of her cunt and slowly spread them far apart, baring the innermost, pinkly tender flesh of her vaginal opening to his lust-inflamed eyes.

Susan whimpered audibly, as she raised her head to look down the valley between the mounds of her tingling breasts to see his face dipping downward toward the unprotected and helpless-to-resist, exposed flesh of her most secret and intimate womanliness, and she begged him with her tear-brimmed eyes not to make her an adulteress.

Her breath was stilled in her throat, as she heard his grunt of animalistic passion and saw his head descend the last inch, felt the hot vapor of his breath, just before his warm, sensuous lips touched the open mouth of her cunt and the moist length of his long, sinuously curling tongue slid into her expectant vaginal passage to probe and taste the inside of her cuntal mouth… and she recoiled automatically, her hips grinding down into the soft mattress to escape. OOooooohhh! God! It's really happening!

… And suddenly, she wanted it to happen. All of her resistance fled, and there was nothing but beautifully delicious sensations charging electrically through her.

"OOOoooh! OOOOOooooaaaauuuggghhh!" she moaned mewlingly. Damn you, Linda Sloan! God damn you… to hell and back!