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Perhaps he'd known that all along too, if he'd wanted to face it, Gil thought, as he lay there unmoving beside the partially covered, sleeping form of his naked Jan. She slept open-mouthed in her drunken stupor, her luxuriant wealth of long, coal-black tresses fanned crazily over the silk of the pillow, her pleasing, firm breasts rising and falling in an even slow tempo with her breathing. Simply loving a man or woman was not enough... the goddamned word alone was too deceiving! Or was it just too misused? Yes, she loved him, just as he loved her, but she hadn't loved him enough to want him as Randi had wanted him!
Or, had that been his fault, too? No, not entirely, he realized, still, he'd been, at least, as much to blame as was she. Both of them were guilty of letting it grow stale between them. He'd tried to substitute money and luxuries for his sexual failings, while she in her damned near-nymphomaniacal drive, had obviously given up with him rather than suffer frustration and unfulfillment any longer. And Christ almighty, could he blame her for that... ? Not now, maybe before, but not now... after spending a night with Randi... a night of orgiastic abandon so debased and wanton that now it hardly seemed possible it could have happened!
Oh Christ, if only there was something he could do! Some way he could change it all, scoop these precious people up and carry them off to some faraway place where no one could ever find them... and they'd have each other... just each other... ! God almighty, what was he saying? What was he thinking?
He shook his head suddenly as if to throw off the cob-webs of subconscious lust that had been slowly webbing his licentious brain ever since... maybe before, Randi! His Katie! That's who he was thinking of! His own sweet and beautiful baby! Damn, he ought to burn in the fires of hell for even conceiving such thoughts! But he couldn't help it... he couldn't! Nor could he get out of his mind the warped idea that Lee and Jan too often looked at one another with forbidden desire in their eyes! He'd seen them; watched them... studied the little mannerisms his lovely wife displayed so affectionately around their son... and... and he couldn't help but wonder if Jan had noticed his own permissive hands when he was next to Katie... !
Goddamn! What was going to happen to them... all of his beautiful, beloved family? What would Jan say when he told her what he had to... what he'd planned and wanted to explain last night at the club, before she'd gotten completely out of hand? Would she be willing to help him? God knows he'd be more than willing to forgive any indiscretion of hers; he could understand the circumstances that had driven her to them... but would she understand his plight and help him in the only way she could? Or... or would she just desert him... let him sit and wait for them to come and get him... ?
A cold tremor ran the length of Gil Martin's frame. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago... or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch... 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe... maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again... at least, stalled him off... but that wasn't going to help him at the bank. And Jan was still too loaded to try and make sense with. Fuck! Fuck! How had he ever gotten himself into such a situation? Why hadn't he quit when he was ahead? Greed, avarice, that's why! Loot! Money! Bread! He'd wanted it, and Jenkins had assured him the race-track was going in there... he'd gotten the information from Senator Wentz, himself! Oh God... He had to do something!
He looked over at the slack face of his sleeping, lovely wife.
"Jan..." he spoke softly, placing his hand on her rib cage and gently jostling her. "Jan... ?"
"Hungh... wh... what? Mmmmmmmmm... let me sleep... so tired, Honey... so tired..." she mumbled, never opening her eyes as she turned her back to him and thrust her bottom upward toward his face, the sheet falling away to reveal her luscious buttocks.
Gil sighed heavily, then covered her. He turned onto his back again and reached for a cigarette, lighting it.
It was futile, anyway, he decided, letting the smoke breathe from his lungs. He'd overplayed his hand, and now he had to pay for his losses. It wouldn't take long... ten years... fuck it! He'd go prune his rose bushes... enjoy some of it before they took him away! At least, he always had his memories... and he'd never forget that Randi...
... She'd held his face cradled in the soft, sweet-smelling hollow of her neck, while his one hand gently stroked her left breast. Slowly, she eased her legs down on either side of him, forming a protective berth between her thighs where he might lie, their damp pelvises and drenched genitals caressing each other's lovingly.
"What a real man you are, Lover," she whispered. "I mean real... no fraud. God, I haven't cum like that in ages."
"You're just being kind," he said, wanting to hear more.
"No! It's the truth! Generally, I only pretend. It's easier that way... just to play make-believe, get them off quicker and finish it!"
Gil brought his face from the soft silken flesh of her neck and laid his cheek onto her shoulder. He looked up at her eyes that were staring at the ceiling. He said: "Are you a prostitute, Randi?"
She smiled slowly, still not looking at him, although her soft hand continued to tease his hair.
"That's a nasty term for what I'm supposed to be... but I guess it gets decidedly to the point. Once, I was a singer... an excellent one, too, or so considered at the time... a contralto with perhaps a season or so away from the Met. Would you believe that, Gil Martin?" She made a cynical sound of laughter. "Then... then, I met my future husband. Frankly, I despised him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, but he was relentless. He made me sick and I told my manager that, but he... he was a weak man... and I was weaker. You see, I was born into the poverty of the West Virginia coal-mines. I never wanted to see those days again... so, I listened and was married secretly. Few people know about it, and most could care less, I'm sure... unless it made the spread of some sordid front-page." She sighed heavily. "The trouble with my husband is that he's nothing less than an animal... a depraved, vicious animal. He not only believes in promiscuity, but he demands complete loyalty... else he destroys you! And... and I don't want my parents to know the truth... even being the unimportant little people they are there in Wilksbrake... I don't want them to know... It would break their hearts... Now, do you understand, my Lover?"
Gil continued to stare up at her lovely face. He could see the tears dribbling down her cheeks and raised a hand to wipe them away. "N-No, Baby... not quite. You're saying... saying that you do this because you have to... ?"
"Y-Yes... I have to," she answered him. "But I find that I'm one of four other wives who are, one way, or another, forced into this international game, but truly, it's not all as bad as it sounds. We live in unbelievable luxury, have the finest of everything, and meet the most fantastic people... like you, Lover."
Gil made a grunting sound. "I know now that you're making fun of me..."
"Oh God no, Darling! I'm not!" she replied quickly, twisting onto her side to hug him to her. "I meant it... every word I said... honest, Darling! Please... please believe me?"
She had pulled his face tight to her; it was still in the hollow beneath her chin, but her magnificent breasts had bulged up to near-smother him. Her fingers played in his hair and he could feel her long sensuous body working against his own as he lifted his face for air.
"Who... ? Who is he?" Gil gasped.
"Who... ? I thought you knew, Darling," she said, easing down into the bed until her lips were even with his. "Him... Darrel... Darrel Jenkins... that gargoylish bastard God sees fit to let live on His earth!"
The shock of her revelation took long seconds to instill itself in the recesses of his own wine-sodden mind... but it did. Suddenly, he realized that she was trying to kiss him and he gave his lips and mouth to her, playing with her tongue teasingly with his own, and sensing a feeling of sheer delight with her presence. Christ, in truth, he'd never known a girl like her. She was the absolute!
He let his tongue war with her tiny one, then, she sucked his into her mouth and began to play with it. He wanted to talk, but couldn't. She pressed and squirmed her voluptuous loveliness tight against him while she continued to vacuum his mouth, and he felt her moist cunt splayed with open lips against his thigh, rubbing provocatively up and down. Finally, she released his tongue and mouth, then, she said: "Please, my Darling, don't ask me any questions? Just let it be you and me... no matter what they do when they come in... let it be you and me... ?"
She was half on top of him now. He could feel his cock stirring pleasantly into a second hardness. Her cunt was like another mouth sucking at his thigh, and her soft, slender hands were flitting over him like spiders. Fuck, he didn't care about Jenkins, anyway... only this delicious creature who had come out of nowhere to be with him. She was like an apparition... ! He gazed up into her face... "You're beautiful, Randi! Whatever you want... your wish is my command... !"
"Oh... Oh God, Darling... I want to suck you! Let me suck you, then..." she whimpered.
"It... it's still soft..."
"That's the way I like it!" she gasped, slithering down him suddenly until her lovely face with her long reddish hair was taunting his belly... her enchanting, open mouth directly above his feebly stirring prick.
"Shit!" he gasped aloud from the mere delight of the thought of what she wanted to do.
He raised his head to watch and saw her take his limp cock in her hand, her eyes drowsily halfclosed as she lowered her face, her little tongue slipping from between her separated lips to lick at his prick! He couldn't help but think how it had been in her cunt, and that it was covered with the now sticky ecstasy of their climaxes, yet... yet, she was licking it as if it'd been submerged in honey!
He felt what had been a spent member of his body give a lusty lurch and spring into half-hardness. Her eyes still remained closed as she licked it from his balls to its tip on every side, her luscious breasts quivering with her movements, her long auburn hair tantalizing his belly... then her ovalled lips slipped down over the thickening shaft, encompassing it as she sucked upward again and again to repeat the act.
A super-aching throb traversed through his loins and belly. Fuck, she'd sucked it into hardness! But he wasn't used to it and it felt like a length of cord-wood pulling at his pelvis. He'd propped himself onto his elbows to watch her and she'd twisted herself so that he could see everything she was doing. She held his prick at its thick base so that it stood erect for her, and as he watched mesmerized, she drew his foreskin a half-inch above it, then slid her tongue down inside in a swirling motion, until he could see its tip agitating the glans of his cock inside his prepuce, rotating wildly as if she were trying to bore right down into his loins this way!
The sensation was overwhelming! His rod felt as if it would burst! And then, her soft warm hand was caressing his balls and she was working herself over on top of him... between his legs... letting her one free hand slip beneath his thigh to press it into the air, then, the other leaving his sac to do the same! He found himself on his back... his legs raised high, her luscious sucking mouth smothering his prick...
She raised her head. "Hold them back, Lover! Hold your legs back high!" she ordered, and he did, never questioning, but lifting himself until he lay practically on his shoulders and she began to lave and wash him with her tiny tongue.
He sensed the moist lingual member moving down the length of his now-throbbing cock and playing at its base before moving to his balls. Then, it swept over them, from top to bottom and bottom to top, moistly, delightfully, until one side was suddenly engulfed within a hot, sucking vacuum... then the other, and he knew she'd had them in her mouth! The hairy crevice of his ass was next, and he sensed her delicate hands on his asscheeks, spreading them wider open to her as she bathed it with the saliva from her mouth... and then, his asshole! But first, came the delicious sweeps of her tongue on both inner asscheeks, a half inch away from it, painting them salaciously before she found the raised circle of his hole and began to play with it with the tip of her probing tongue!
Christ, how he wished he could suck it right inside him there! She pressed eagerly, trying to pop it open, and he relaxed himself to the fullest degree, but only the tip ever penetrated, and momentarily, he thought he might lose all of his mental capacities if she didn't stop!
She did, and she didn't! She returned to his balls, licking and sucking them before working her way back up the underside of his now, aching cock... then she took it back into her mouth and he felt her swallow... swallow a second time until she had swallowed its husky knob into her throat, the buccal motions continuing as she seemed to draw his shaft right down into her gullet... and he knew she wanted him to cum there!
"Christ!" he gasped. "Turn around! Bring your cunt up here where I can get at it!"
She did, quickly twisting about to come down over him on all fours, yet never letting his swollen prick from her throat and sucking mouth. She placed her knees snug against his ribs on either side of his body, her rounded, full white buttocks spread so that the slightly opened pink split in her copperish, hair-lined crotch was but a tongue-length from his watering mouth. She pressed her luscious ass down closer to his face, a quivering moan of anticipation vibrating his rod with an erotic urgency that caused his asshole to tingle.
Gil's brain swam with the rekindled lust that was seizing complete control of him once more. Nothing or no one in the world mattered, only the building sensations in his belly and loins and the exotic creature who was obscenely straddling him, sucking his cock eagerly while he stared in growing salacity at the delectable vision of her enchanting crotch with its auburn curly hair lining the fleshy lips of her moist, coral pussy. With his thumbs, he slowly drew the tender flanges apart, feeling the shudder course through her as he exposed the dewy, pink fissure to his greedy eyes, the sensitive raw flesh glistening with tiny pearlish droplets from both her passion and the fucking he had given her. He raised his mouth to the warm pulsating lips and licked them with trembling tongue, licked and circled their ragged edges, then laved through the hot, velvety flesh, his saliva mixing with both of their cum as she moaned licentiously around his aching cock.
He could see nothing through the arch of her gorgeous crotch and thighs but her full rounded tits hanging, their hardened nipples burning against his tensed stomach, yet he could imagine her contorted face and the thickness of his shaft thrust between her sucking lips. Then, abruptly, her asscheeks began to waggle for more vigorous action as she increased the twirling of her tongue around the satiny, rubberlike thickness of his heavy prick's blood-inflated head.
Gil caught his hands up over the fleshy orbs of her ass and drew her down to him, thrusting his stiffened tongue deep up into her hot, moist vagina, causing her humming once more, to vibrate his cock provocatively in her sucking mouth and throat, while she screwed her clutching little hole down onto his wildly spiraling tongue. He sensed her lips creeping further onto his shaft and the muscles of her throat working as she swallowed almost rhythmically, his loins tensing and jerking, and he realized that she was trying desperately to work his shaft down into her throat to his balls. Its head throbbed and jumped insanely with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue caressing its sides, then, she began to work her head up and down gently and he imagined the pink inner-flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the thick shaft as she sucked it voraciously, her mind feverish with the carnality of the act. He felt her breasts swaying and dancing against the hairy flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motion of her pumping torso, and momentarily he envisioned his Jan sucking him this way; it was her lovable cunt that his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small, elasticlike, viscous hole his mouth was glued to belonged to her... then all thoughts raced from his mind... !
The door had opened and Darrel Jenkins, with Sara, entered... smiling as they approached the bed, their eyes sparkling in lascivious fascination... and they were both naked!
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