His loins had begun to churn hotly from the mere thought of the dog getting to that gorgeous display of female flesh, his lecherous plans rapidly charting a new course that he hadn't thought was navigable. He smiled inwardly as he watched Shirley's voluptuous figure glide toward the house with bewitching quivers, accompanying her guests with others joining and tossing in their good nights. Yeah, this cruise had suddenly taken on a whole new aspect for him… not that the scenery hadn't been dazzling all the way, but there was nothing like docking in an unexpected, exotic port to really get the flavor of the natives!
Shirley could hardly keep her mind on what she was saying, she was that angry with Vince Rivers' brazen pass… and he was supposed to be a friend and business associate of Frank's, to say nothing of being a guest in their house! Somehow, she managed to maintain her smile and exchange pleasantries with departing neighbors and friends, until finally everyone had left but the caterers who were looking to the cleaning up. God, she was never so happy to see an evening come to an end… the way Lisa had acted… and Frank getting drunk, then just walking off without so much as a good night to anyone.
She had feared that Rivers might wait around until the others were gone, then try to pick up where he'd left off, but thank God, he hadn't, and she assumed that he'd gone to his room. Damn, but she had certainly pegged him for the louse he was, hadn't she! Poor Frank… she had to think of some way to keep him from making any sort of deal with that man! He was dishonest and she was positive of it! The way her husband was drinking, he was just no match for Vincent Rivers.
She found Frank passed out and snoring loudly in his study. With little tears in her eyes, Shirley went to the linen closet and got a blanket to cover him, then made herself a nightcap, and wearily walked to her bedroom. Sighing, she dropped onto the edge of the bed to sip from the glass and try to unwind. Almost immediately her surroundings brought to mind the forbidden lustful performance she had given herself to with Nomad only hours before… and as lewd and obscene as it had been, she wasn't sorry… even knew that she would do it again if given the chance!
Little tremors of excitement, which had continued to smolder inside Shirley ever since the handsome animal's love-making, grew with intensity as she remembered the pleasureful sensations he had brought her. Even dancing with the German shepherd's despicable master had helped to stimulate her more when the hot feel of his hardening penis had begun to throb against her soft belly. Though she was ashamed at the mere thought of her weakness, the confused and love-hungry girl couldn't deny that it was true.
She finished her drink and with another long sigh arose to undress. Absent-mindedly, she moved about the room, shutting off the air-conditioner and opening the patio doors slightly, her mind unable to ignore the tormenting glow of carnal arousal still simmering in the depths of her sensuous young body. Then, as she was reaching up behind to unfasten her brassiere, she heard the scratching on her door!
A warm sensation of excitement raced through Shirley as she stood there in white nylon panties and lace brassiere staring at the locked barrier. Of course, it couldn't be anyone else… not scratching… and there it was again! She moved quickly toward it, silently withdrawing the bolt and opening it just a crack to peak. It was! She saw the brilliant sparkle of his soft brown eyes reflecting the glow from her vanity lamp, and then he whimpered up at her. Without a word, Shirley opened the door wide enough for him to enter, closing and locking it quickly behind him, then turned to drop down on her smooth rounded haunches, taking his big head between her slender white hands.
"You big darling!" she whispered, her breaths quickening as she kissed him on the nose. "How did you know that I needed you so badly again tonight?"
Vince Rivers watched it all from the darkness of his cracked-open doorway. He grinned lecherously to himself as he saw his dog enter the woman's bedroom and her door close without a sound. Like clockwork, he thought, reaching down to lewdly stroke a hand over his desire-swollen penis cramped inside his pants and shorts. But not for long, the scheming forgery artist mused, backing inside to snap on a fight and begin to strip.
He'd give the mutt a little time to swing into his act and just hope she didn't change her mind and close the patio door he'd watched her open from the shadows of his own pool-side verandah. If she did, he'd have to figure something else, because he was damn sure going to get in there… but the element of surprise… just walking right in to catch her with the tucking dog right at it! Christ, this was going to be the brass ring… and Big Daddy was stoned to his ass in the study… perfect!
Naked, Vince Rivers slipped on a robe, tying the belt around him so that it held the swollen length of his long thick cock up snug against his lean belly, then walked out into the evening darkness. He could see the faint glow of her light showing through the narrow space of the still opened patio door. He moved stealthily toward it, his own breathing sounding like a bellows to him in his lustful excitement. Then, he saw them!
Jesus Christ! For a moment, he could only stand there with his eyes riveted on the wild goddamn performance taking place on the bed, and he couldn't help but remember the first time he'd seen Nomad working on that gambling gypsy's slob of a wife in their carnival sideshow! Except the long, widespread white legs the mutt was between at the moment belonged to a luscious young beauty who was anything but a slob! Never in his fucking life had he seen such an array of smooth, rounded curves, and never had his aching hard cock ever throbbed more anxiously to be buried hilt-deep in a bitch's hot, sheathing pussy!
From where he stood, Rivers couldn't see that intoxicating part of her anatomy, only a portion of the gilt her blonde pubic hair offered, but the way Nomad was licking between those crab-like spread thighs, he knew he was going to revel in it! Then, she was drawing those same smoothly rounded thighs up and back, still yawning open as she reached down between them to catch hold of the mutt's ears, the generous arch of her hips and nakedly revealed buttocks beginning an upthrusting tucking motion that caused her lush, pink-nippled breasts to quiver like heaping mounds of marshmallow!
He walked in!
Nomad raised his head and growled with a show of gleaming white fangs. Shirley choked out a gasp, not seeing him at first, then jerking her head to twist around, her long blonde hair flailing with the effort!
"Oh! Oh, my God!" she rasped, her blue eyes widening in shocked horror, her every word and reaction exactly as he'd anticipated, except that she didn't scream, or try to scramble from the bed, just laid there as if suddenly frozen into her obscenely inviting position.
"Excuse me, but this is the whore of the manor's room, isn't it?" Vince said, grinning lecherously down at her, unable to resist using the upper hand he knew he held after her "loyal wife" routine earlier, and the way she'd been chilling him for three days. "I hope I haven't interrupted anything sacred…"
Shirley could only gape up at the horrible apparition standing beside her bed and grinning down at her lustfully exposed nakedness with an expression of conquering lechery. Undiluted panic, made up of spontaneous shame, shock and helplessness, raged frantically through her. She thought of screaming, but she couldn't make a sound. Nomad's deep-throated growls reached her and she wondered why the dog didn't leap on his master and tear that grinning face to pieces! She remembered her husband Frank dead-drunk in the study! And Lisa wasn't even in the house.