It was daring of her, but she walked totally naked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, her body revealed in all its centerfold-quality beauty. Curt smiled, his cock growing under the sheets, visibly rising. Kim's knees began to shake at the thought of his beloved cock and her hand went directly to it when she slipped under the covers. Curt gasped with wonder for she had never touched his penis before without his urging. She stroked it up and down in a rather sophisticated way, he thought, and when she moved her head down and took it in her mouth, something he had never been able to persuade her to do before, Curt gave a cry of joy. Her mouth covered most of it and she slid her soft, full lips up and down adoringly. Before long he was close to his orgasm and gave a wild thrust into her mouth so that it went into her throat and she gagged. Kim left it and moved up to kiss his lips.
"I'm not very good at it yet, my darling," she whispered, pulling him over on top of her with an insistence he had never experienced in her. He moved between her legs, searching for the gates of pleasure with his virile cock.
"Fuck me, my darling," she rasped. "Fuck me hard." And her voice rose in a wail of ecstasy as the penis she loved found the depths of her cunt.
"You're getting looser," he commented as he felt the caress of her pussy.
Kim knew that she had not yet returned to her normal tightness after the stretching she had received today, but when he began to fuck in and out all thoughts of anything or anyone other than Curt, her eternal love, her husband, her life, were driven out of her mind.
Chapter 5
Curt left early, before Kim awoke. She felt all aglow, full of love, as if life were hers forever. Curt had done it, given her emotional as well as physical fulfilment as no one else possibly could. He was all she needed, poor or rich, moody or loving, he was her everything. It was then that the phone rang.
She was there by the sixth ring, wearing nothing but her slippers. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "Curt Stevens residence."
"Hello, Mrs. Stevens. This is Ike Harvey."
Kim said nothing, afraid her feelings would show in her
voice.
Ike gave a good natured chuckle. "How's my special public relations girl this morning?"
"All right, I guess, but I've got to go to the doctor today. I-I can't come to the office."
"Oh?" He paused ominously, but his voice never lost its jovial tone. "That's too bad. I had something I wanted to show you. You simply must see it."
"Well, can't it wait? Please?" Kim begged. "I've got to get to the doctor so he can put me on the pill. So I don't get pregnant. I won't be safe for a month, so."
"I understand, my dear. Do you have a video tape machine? You've got to see this right away. I'll send it over by messenger."
"Okay, Ike, that's fine, but I've got to leave in a half-hour," she lied.
"Don't worry. It'll be there before that." And Ike hung up without another word.
Something made Kim apprehensive about his attitude, the way his voice hadn't changed when she told him she had to have a month's hiatus. But he must understand her need to see a doctor. And she surely didn't want to make love to any more men, not now that Curt was all right and their relationship was on the upswing. Surely Ike must understand that she had to be careful and that she still considered herself a married woman, in spite of her indiscretions.
Kim phoned her gynecologist and made an appointment, then set about straightening up the house. A short time later there was a knock on the door. Kim answered it and a delivery boy gave her a large envelope. He was just a short lad a bit younger than Kim herself. He smiled and turned away immediately, going down the stairs and leaving her to open it alone. It turned out to be a simple, unlabeled VHS tape with a note which read:
This is your copy. You really should see it right away. Please be at 812 Silver Towers apartments at five this afternoon.
Ike
Kim could only wonder what it was on the tape, and why it was so important to see "right away." But she didn't stop to question. She picked up the phone and dialled Sue.
Sue picked it up on the third ring.
"Hi, Kimmy-loo," Sue said cheerfully.
"How did you know it was me?"
"It's usually you that calls during the day. What's up?"
"Can I use your video machine? I've got a tape here I'm supposed to see."
"Sure, baby. Come right over."
For some reason, Kim ran all the way to Sue's apartment, as if she felt something was coming and she dared not wait to find out what it was. She was out of breath when she stumbled through Sue's door.
"Must be some big deal," Sue commented.
"I don't know what it is," Kim panted. "But I've got a bad feeling about it."
Sue turned on the TV, took the tape from Kim, and put it into her machine. There was a period of grey-black video noise, and then the picture flashed onto the screen.
Kim screamed and covered her face with her hands. "Turn it off! Please, Sue, please turn it off!"
Sue didn't turn it off, though. She kept on watching, her mouth hanging open, her cheeks burning, her eyes wide. The period of foreplay and pre-stimulation had been left out of the copy. The scene began at the most frenzied moments of her session with Bernard Khumalo the day before. Kim was poised on her hands and knees, her face painted with passion, switching from a contorted expression of urgency to a dreamy one of deep pleasure. Then back again to one of animalism. Her round, spongy buttocks bounced back against Khumalo's black loins, her firm, round tits jiggling beneath her with each backward thrust of her hips. Sue's eyes stayed glued to the huge, black cock that stabbed repeatedly into Kim's glistening wet vagina between her widely spread thighs. Everything was visible from this angle and it appeared to be a professional quality camera for every tiniest detail was easy to see, from Kim's innocent twitching anus to the fine, blonde hairs covering the widely split labia.
It was a long time before Sue could say anything. "And to think I thought you needed help with men. Baby, you sure can fuck!"
"Stop it, Sue," Kim moaned. "This is awful. It just couldn't be worse."
Sue seemed to ignore her. "Look at that cock. Kim, I've got to meet this Bernard guy."
Kim was silent for a moment. Then she looked up hopefully. "Maybe he'll like you better than me."
"I said I'd like to meet him."
"He tells me he wants me at the Silver Towers today. I guess the video tape is supposed to be a threat. I don't want Curt to see this."
"I don't blame you, Kim. He just wouldn't understand."
"Why should he? But what am I going to do?" Kim had a tormented look on her face, but she was beyond tears. She had cried so much lately and it had not helped. She had lived through some awful things and she would live through some more, she could now see. But still, she sought to avoid the inevitable or postpone it, at least. But now, tears wouldn't come and they didn't wash away the problem. She had to deal with it.
Kim picked up the phone and dialled Ike's number. Harriett put her through.
"Hello, Kim," came Ike's jovial voice. "What can I do for you?
"My girlfriend would like to meet Bernard. Is he going to be at the Silver Towers tonight?"
"He'll be at the party, yes."
"Could she possibly go in my place?"