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CHAPTER NINE

Mark stared down into his wife's frantically searching eyes, and even through the fog of his tremendous orgasm read the unmistakable question those eyes contained. He saw she was pleading with him to forgive her, to take her back into the fold even though she had strayed sinfully.

"Mark…?" her small, trembling lips began, hesitantly.

"Give me time to think," Mark said quickly, swinging his hairy legs off the edge of the bunk, and lowering his face into his hands.

Lynn sat with her eyes fixed on the broad expanse of his muscular back, her eyes trying to bore into his thoughts, to read what was written there. But she could not. She was aware only that she was being shut out of his confidence in a way she never had before in all the time they'd known each other, and she knew instinctively that the gulf that now existed between them might never again be spanned. She turned her head away fearfully, and was confronted by Harry's slightly smiling face peering up at both of them quizzically. The glib used car dealer turned his attention to Mark.

"Listen, Mark," he said, his eyes darting around to discover any reaction on the other man's part, "I don't want you to think that this was all planned. You know? I mean, these things happen and nobody's responsible for them. You get people close together in one spot, and sometimes things happen that nobody wants to happen, you know what I mean?"

"No, that isn't true," Lynn interrupted in a quavering voice, "you did want it, all of you! You had it all planned from the minute I came on board! Mark, listen to me! I was raped! I didn't want to do anything, I didn't even…"

"I suppose you call what you were doing to Harry when I came in 'being raped'." Mark broke in brutally, turning his pained eyes toward his lovely wife.

Lynn started, surprised by the violence of his tone, nonplused by his attitude.

"But I was! Mark, you don't understand – Hans lured me down into his cabin and locked the door and…"

"I don't know who Hans is, but I take it that Harry isn't the only one you've been fucking around with while I was away." Mark's eyes were beginning to smolder now, traces of his earlier anger beginning to seep into him once again. "And what about Tom, huh? And Dick and Harry? Huh? Just how many men have you taken on in the last forty-eight hours, sweet little innocent wife of mine???"

Lynn's eyes blurred with the sudden tears wrenched out of her, by her husband's obscene suggestions.

"No… darling… no… you don't understand…"

"Oh don't I? I understand a lot. I understand a lot I never understood before. I understand you're nothing more than a dirty, low down whore!!!"

Harry watched calmly as the aggression in Mark's voice caused his young wife to double up with pain, tears coursing now unchecked down her smooth, reddened cheeks. He leaned back and wondered whether he should break in, try to say anything to ease the passions that made the air around the three of them brittle with tension. He gazed at the jealousy and rage apparent in Mark's strained body, at the twisted figure of the voluptuous young woman who lay sobbing on the bunk, and decided anything he said would probably only make things worse.

"I guess you'll try to tell me now," Mark said with bitter sarcasm, "that you didn't enjoy sucking Harry's cock, right? Well, I know better. I saw you, Lynn! You didn't even hear me when I called you! You were off in some Goddamn other world, and the only thing that mattered to you was pulling him off!"

"Noooo… I…"

"And when I climbed up on top of you, you thought it was this Goddamn Hans, baby, I know you did! Because you called out his name to me, and…"

"All right, stop it!" Lynn was tortured by the half-truths he was saying. No, she hadn't wanted it, hadn't welcomed it, but she had enjoyed it! And the guilt raised in her by that realization coursed through her like knives, ripping her insides to shreds.

"I won't stop it!" Mark continued relentlessly. His anger boiled inside him now, and he had to let it all out or explode! "And all the time, I thought you were so innocent, so susceptible. Well, you were susceptible all right! I never knew how much! Let me ask you one thing, you little bitch! How many times have you sucked my cock? Huh?"

"Please… Mark…"

"Not once! Not one Goddamn time! And I never tried to make you, because I thought you would be 'offended'. Jesus Christ! If I knew then what I know now…"

"Ooooohhhh…" Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands pushed themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed tight as though desperately trying to shut off every trace of the outside world – a world that now seemed peopled with a million pairs of eyes, all staring into the corruption of her soul, laughing and watching as she tried to hide her nakedly defiled body behind the transparency of her shame. "Nnnnoooo…" Her voice filled the cabin and blotted everything from her mind except its own incredible reverberations in her ears. She pulled her knees to her heaving breasts in a straining fetal position, and clasped her arms around them desperately, lowering her head as far as possible into the cavity between her body and legs. "Nnnooooo…" She lay on her side, crying out now, letting all the tension, the humiliation, the excitement, the fear of the last few days gush out of her with the force of a rain-swollen river, rushing out and over a yawning chasm to crash with a thunderous roar on the rocks below.

And then she stopped abruptly, strangely, all the emotion wrung out of her, and lay completely spent on the bunk as though hypnotized… her eyes wide open, but seeing nothing… hearing nothing… feeling nothing…

Harry stared amazedly at the limp form beside him, and then looked questioningly at the equally confused face of Mark Shaffer. He stirred uncomfortably in the sudden silence that had descended upon the cabin like a gray shroud, leaving them all exposed to the violence of their passions. He started as Mark stood up suddenly, and began to pull his pants on with desperate haste, leaning to pick up his shirt which lay crumpled in a corner on the far side of the cabin.

"Where are you going?"

Mark didn't answer, but continued to dress.

"Listen, Mark," Harry said, "you can't just run away and leave this all behind you. You've got to deal with it."

"I'm through dealing with it," Mark said bitterly. "I can't take anymore of it."

Harry raised himself to a sitting position, and stared at the emotionally wrought husband.

"You're an ass," he said simply.

Mark whirled, and his eyes tore through Harry's calm with ferocious intensity.

"Now listen, you bastard! You just shut that fucking mouth of yours! You're lucky I don't just tear the living shit out of you for what you've done!"

Harry smiled at him disconcertingly.

"For what I've done? Listen, Mark, I'm a man aren't I? What would you have done in my place? Turned around and walked away and said 'No thanks baby'? Is that what you'd have done?"

Mark paused, confused. What would he have done? The answer to his own question jumped with irresistible force against his mind, and he knew that he'd have done the same thing Harry had. If a woman offers herself, like Lynn had obviously done…

"That's what I thought," Harry said, reading Mark's answer in his face. "Now don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Lynn's fault. I'm not. All I'm saying is that emotions, especially as far as sex is concerned are uncontrollable. Hell, you know that. You're a man."

Mark shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe he'd been too hard on Lynn. After all, he'd had a few other women since they'd been married, and it hadn't altered his feeling for his wife. Still… no, damn it! He couldn't forgive her… he couldn't…

"Listen, Mark, why don't you go get us all a drink, and we'll sit here and talk this thing out, like normal, rational adult human beings. All right?"

Mark hesitated, and then turned to follow Harry's indicating finger to the bar at the end of the cabin. Harry leaned over Lynn's still naked body, and turned her onto her back so that her small, rounded breasts were exposed to his gaze, and her triangular patch of golden pubic hair glistened moistly in the sun, which was now streaming down the open hatch. He felt his own naked cock stir excitedly as her smooth flesh brushed against it, and then consciously forced himself to ignore the tantalizing closeness of her defenseless body… for the time being, at any rate.

"Lynn? Come on, girl, wake up… snap to!" He snapped his fingers once or twice in front of her face, and saw her struggling to emerge from the unperceiving cocoon she'd spun around her tattered emotions. "That's it, everything's all right… would you like a little drink?"

Lynn nodded vaguely, hardly aware yet of what was being said to her, caring even less.

"Mark, bring Lynn a drink too, will you? Gin and tonic."

"I know what she drinks," Mark said coldly, turning to see Harry's powerfully naked body poised over the upturned, helpless figure of his wife. Quickly, he turned back to the bar.

"Mark…?" Lynn said almost sleepily, as though she had just awakened from a dreadful nightmare. "Mark… are you there?"

There was a pause, as her husband tried to force a semblance of casualness into his voice.

"Yes… of course. I'm here."

"Oh, Mark… darling… I'm scared…"

"Just a minute Lynn. I'll be right with you. I'm fixing the drinks."

Lynn moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling of the cabin. In her almost delirious state, Harry seemed to be looming over her like the last menacing vision of her receding nightmare. She turned away quickly, burying her face in the cushion covering the bunk, and looked up only when Mark thrust her drink before her face.

"Here, you need it," he said quietly.

Lynn took the drink, and raised herself up against the side of the cabin, curling her legs around her to hide the enticing nakedness of her exposed pussy, and turning her ivory-hued breasts away from Harry's devouring gaze. Mark sat across the narrow cabin, while Harry remained on the bunk, and a strained and uncomfortable tableau was created by their three bodies, two of them naked, one partially clothed.

"All right," Harry said, as though he were assuming the incongruous role of master of ceremonies, "I think it's about time to discuss this whole thing reasonably and without emotion…"

"Why, Harry, darling… how boring!"

Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads, and saw Kate Johnson standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun. Harry smiled a hello up to his wife, while Mark floundered for something to say, and Lynn tried automatically to cover her nakedness with her arms.

"Oh Lynn, don't be so bashful," Kate said laughingly, descending into the cabin. "I've seen naked women before."

"Hello dear. Did you get the hotel rooms reserved?" Harry asked.

"Of course, darling. I'm very efficient that way."

"Good. Good."

Mark sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Kate would burst out with some kind of invective against her husband, who sat calmly naked on the bunk beside his own equally exposed wife. But there was no reaction. It was as though it were an everyday occurrence for her to walk in on her husband and another woman in bed.

"Hello to you, too, Mark. We didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Uhh… I caught an earlier flight," Mark said inanely.

"Well, it's lovely that you could get away." Kate eyed Mark's powerfully handsome body, only half-clothed, his shirt still unbuttoned. "Are you taking them off, or putting them on?" she said, indicating his clothes with her eyes.

"I'm… uhh… putting them on…"

"My my, that's a shame. Isn't it Harry?"

Harry nodded his agreement, relishing the smoothness with which his wife was taking control of the situation. He watched as she came closer to Mark, letting her eyes obviously run over his body with suggestive boldness. Mark sat nonplused, uncertain how to handle this new development in an already totally unrealistic situation.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Kate, I…"

"Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?" She placed one hand seductively on Mark's shoulder, and let it run sensuously down under his collar. He shivered at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation her cool fingers gave him.

"No… no, I guess it isn't," he said hesitantly.

Lynn watched with amazed eyes as Kate obviously advanced on her husband, and wondered when Mark was going to put a stop to her brazen overtures. But to her surprise, he did not object, but remained unmoving on his seat. She didn't know what to do, and before she could think clearly, she heard herself speaking to Kate herself.

"What… what do you think you're doing?"

Kate spun around to her, her eyes only barely managing to hide the viciousness of her attack and said, "I'm doing exactly what you seem to have done with my husband, my dear. Surely you don't object?"

"No, she doesn't object. Do you Lynn?" Mark's voice was tinged with irony and bitterness, as he suddenly capitulated before a growing desire for revenge on his wife. She had cheated him, by God, and now she was going to see he could do a little cheating himself. She deserves it, he thought hastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck another woman. I had to watch her blowing Harry Johnson. He imagined with salacious zeal how she would react to his betrayal, and his lewd thoughts were intensified by Kate's hand as it moved in ever increasing circles along his shoulders, down his back, around and under his arms. His limp cock, still resting quietly after the tremendous ass-fucking he had just given his wife, began to stir as it sensed the opportunity of losing itself in yet another wetly lubricated cavity.

Mark snaked his hand around Kate's fleshy thighs, in and under the temptingly short skirt she was wearing, and smiled as she sighed with pleasure. He slid his hand under the tight elastic crotch band of her silk panties, and teased the already moist lips of her quivering vagina. He looked toward his wife to see the effects of his vengeance was having on her, but his attention was immediately pre-empted by Kate, who began to slowly, seductively, unbutton her loose blouse, unsnap her brassiere, and slip them both with a sigh of anticipation from her ivory shoulders. Mark gasped with excitement as she turned to him, and placed his eager hands on her large, pear-shaped breasts, the nipples already erect with desire. She eased her cool, slender fingers over his impatiently awaiting crotch, and smiled invitingly at him as she felt the hugeness of his swelling, pulsating cock straining for freedom from under his confining pants.

Suddenly Mark moaned audibly as he felt his zipper open and her experienced fingers begin to stroke his distended throbbing penis.

"Come on, lover boy," she said, urgently, "let's do this thing right."