Center stage was the most provocative three-some Curt could ever have imagined, far raunchier than anything he had ever seen in any porn film. The beautiful, creamy-fleshed body of a big-titted young blond was sandwiched between two black men, her skin shining with sweaty passion, those lovely, pink-tipped breasts bouncing with her urgent motions as she drove her hips down and then back to alternately sheath those two black cocks. Curt actually caught a glimpse of those two formidable shafts driving into her two pink-rimmed holes. Her face was turned away and mainly covered by her long, golden locks, but he did get a glance at one of her smooth, flushed cheeks and her small, uptilted nose. He could hear her gasping with desire as she neared her orgasm, and Curt somehow wished that, even though the girl must be some kind of slut, he could enter in and enjoy her golden body and tight, wet pussy that he saw sliding over the stiff cock.
Curt's attention was brought back to Harriett as she squeezed his hand and looked up with frightened eyes. He smiled at Ike and backed off with an apology, and the door slammed and left him alone again with Harriett.
"Shit!" Harriett cursed to herself. If Ike hadn't answered the door, her whole plan would have worked. She had seen Kim there fucking her brains out with the two Africans. She looked up at Curt. "Sorry about that, love." She kissed him tenderly. "It just wasn't the right time to arrive."
"So I saw," Curt said. "Does he have these little parties often?"
"Often enough," Harriett said. "But you don't need that when you've got me. Why don't we go to my place?"
"Oh, I don't know, Harriett. Kim's waiting for me. I shouldn't be too late."
"She won't miss you," Harriett said with an enigmatic smile. "I'll call her and tell her you had to work late." She pulled him along with her, knowing that it would be a long, lovely night for both her and Kim Stevens.
Kim felt her body bursting into the most delightful spasms of her brief sex life, like coming and crapping both at once as the cocks in her twin fuckholes expanded and began throbbing out their liquid sperm into the grateful receptacles of her vagina and rectum. She felt it filling her ecstatically, bubbling and sloshing inside her, spilling out around their dually fucking cocks to bathe their swollen testicles. Kim screamed wildly, arching backward and grabbing her tits with both hands, crying out.
"Curt, oh, Curt! Forgive me, forgive me!" She opened her eyes and looked around for her husband, the man she loved with all her soul, expecting to see his angry, disgusted, reproving face above her, but he wasn't there and the surprise and relief swept over her and she was coming, coming, coming! "Fuck me," she groaned. "Don't stop fucking me." And she collapsed over the dark, warm body beneath her, while the one behind her sagged lifelessly over her back.
It seemed just a short while though it wasn't that she lay there, white meat sandwiched between black bread, before the men drew their softened cocks from her twin holes and left her on the carpet. But it wasn't long before she felt hands on her again, hands that rolled her over and raised her to her hands and knees. A handkerchief wiped away the goo that covered her crotch, and then another wonderful penis slid into her vagina from behind began fucking in and out, raising her feelings to the level they had been at before. Hands touched her face, and a cock forced it way into her mouth, and then soon it was spouting in her throat, and the cock in her cunt was exploding and adding to the semen that already soaked her womb.
Kim looked up as they pulled away and saw Sue coming toward her with a large bathtowel. Later, the young blond found herself with another man, or several more men, to be exact, until she lost track of the time or the number of cocks or how many times she would have to lie to Curt before she was finished indulging her healthy body in this activity that she now knew could only be described as fucking. This was all that mattered to her at this moment in time.
Chapter 8
Kim tiptoed into the apartment, hoping against hope that Curt would stay asleep until morning and not ask her where she had been or what she had been doing. She knew that lying would be awfully difficult while the sin was still fresh, while the fluids of other men's passion still bubbled hotly within her belly. Just let me sleep and the reality will fade and then in the morning I won't be embarrassed so much by the lie, she mused. She had never lied to Curt before, and she seriously doubted her ability to do so. Being blackmailed into sex was one thing, one terrible thing, but fabricating lies to cover it was compounding the sin.
With her shoes in her hand, she went into the bedroom, and listened. She couldn't hear his breathing and opened the door wider to let the light from the hall illuminate the room. The bed was empty, she noted with some surprise. Where was he at eleven o'clock tonight? She went to the kitchen table and found the note she had left for him. Untouched. He hadn't been home, hadn't even known she had been out. She took the note and tore it into little pieces and breathed a sigh of relief that she would not have to lie to explain her absence.
But where was Curt? He never stayed out this late. Was he working? He had come to the party and, they later told her, been turned away just in time by Ike Harvey. Where did he go from there? Where indeed! What right had she to question her husband? She was the adulteress. It was she who had stayed six wild hours at that party. After the two Africans had pulled their cocks from her steaming orifices, another man had mounted her from behind, like a dog, and she had gone crazy under his stroking penis. After that she had lain senseless on the carpet. Sue had come and held the men at bay, wrapping her in a large bath towel. Kim had then rested for over an hour on the couch, having a cocktail and, of all things, a cigarette, while Sue kept her boxed in so the hungry men couldn't get to her. She had closed her eyes with a dreamy expression on her face and hadn't moved until one of the men, Ike Harvey to be specific, had taken Sue away to the jacuzzi in the bedroom. Then she had been approached, and soundly fucked, by Henry Manson, and two, or was it three, other men.
So just fifteen minutes before her arrival at home, Ike had walked her and Sue to the taxi and sent them home. Sue had confessed that Ike had had her in the bedroom and the two of them had giggled uncontrollably at the enormity of what they had just participated in. It was when she got home, found Curt gone, and got in the shower to wash the encrusted sperm from her skin that it all came back to her for what it was. Her body ached pleasantly with the effects of having mated with so many men, but her conscience burned within her like a hot coal. She had been utterly, totally degraded, used by men who didn't care a bit for her. She had been dragged through the mud, through the shit that Ike Harvey loved to heap on people beneath him in the order of things. Kim now saw that he had destroyed her, had brought her so low that she could never regain the pristine existence she had lived up until just four days before. She had been driven into the dirt, pounded down by the hammering penises of all the men who had used her since she had been stupid enough to try to help the man she loved and adored. Yes, she had done a stupid thing. But nothing to deserve the degradation, abuse, and filth that had been heaped on her, the destruction of her life and soul.
Kim wrapped the towel around her and climbed into bed. She gazed with hard eyes up into the darkness and made a decision. The only way she would be free of Ike Harvey, and the only way he would get what he deserved, would be if she used what she knew about his business to destroy him and get Curt away from this company before he found out what she had done.