"How will you handle him?"
"I've instructed Wafto to put just enough of his infamous potion in Neal's after-dinner drinks to make him sleepy at first. He'll toddle off to bed, and then he'll become terribly horny; after you've gone with Sharon, I'll bring Mark in for a quick fuck, as I've promised him, and then I'll fetch Neal when Wafto brings Rajah. He'll be so excited from the potion, so shocked from the sight of his wife with Rajah, that he'll put his nice young cock inside me without any trouble at all. After that, he will be one of us, just as Sharon is now."
"Excellent, my pet, excellent…"
The Alvaros joined the Courts, then, and the conversation centered on more mundane matters. Neal seemed in very high spirits, laughing jovially, and Sharon felt her heart go out to him. If only you knew, darling, she thought, if only you knew and felt just as I did… what a truly wonderful moment this would be!
The young blonde wife looked over at Rodney Alvaro, who smiled back at her with his eyes shining. Yes, she knew all about Rodney — he was no different from Lena and Mark and Wafto — and she could not help but wonder how large his cock really was, how proficient he was in bed. Her pussy tingled excitedly as she recalled what Lena had told her about Rodney, about how he had made her cum ten times in one night with his magnificent penis. Would he ask her, Sharon, to fuck him tonight? She wanted to, after what Lena had told her, but what of Neal? She wouldn't forsake her husband, the man she still loved, for Rodney Alvaro — even for one evening; no, she would remain with Neal tonight. His cock was lovely and large, too — how well she knew it! Perhaps Neal was not as accomplished as Mark or Wafto, that ugly wonderful little dwarf! But it would satisfy her for this evening. There would be other opportunities to fuck Rodney Alvaro… yes, many other opportunities…
They had two drinks each, and then Marlowe announced that it was time for everyone to freshen up and change for dinner. Neal and Sharon climbed the marble staircase arm in arm, and entered the room Sharon had occupied throughout her stay at Marlowe Manor; Neal's bags had been brought there by Wafto.
When they were alone, he kissed his lovely blonde wife long and passionately, whispering, "It's been a long time without you sweetheart. Miss me?"
"Oh yes," Sharon said.
"We'll make up for it tonight, after dinner," he grinned. "I'm really going to love you, honey."
She smiled and nodded, pretending to blush, but she was thinking, Yes, you'll love me, but I don't think it will be as good as it has been with Mark and Wafto, my darling, for you see they've had so much, much more practice than you have in the art of really making a woman happy…
Dinner was sumptuous affair; Wafto had outdone himself in excellence. There was a steak-and-kidney pie the likes of which Sharon had never tasted before, a superb French red wine, Yorkshire pudding of a gourmet variety. Sated with the delicious food and drink, the four guests and Mark Marlowe retired to the library, where Wafto served Grand Marnier in tall tulip glasses, Partagas cigars for the men, and strong European coffee.
The fire crackled cozily in the huge Inglenook fireplace, and conversation — sporadic at best with everyone lulled into a contemplative state died altogether after awhile. Neal sat on the couch with his arm around Sharon, sipping approvingly at his Grand Marnier; he did not seem to notice that the silently moving Wafto refilled his glass from a special bottle on his tray each time it became less than half full.
Time passed slowly, and Sharon felt a certain drowsiness that was almost consuming. But her mind was nonetheless filled with thoughts of the flesh, and her pussy ached with its new-found need for the hard, driving presence of a masculine member. She wished Rodney Alvaro would not keep sneaking openly coveting looks at her, for she was afraid Neal would notice — and she kept envisioning the older man's cock, described by Lena in great detail, in her mind. Lord, but she wanted to fuck tonight! Perhaps she should take Neal upstairs right now, since she had made up her mind to remain with him tonight — even though, in her new and hedonistic world, it was Rodney Alvaro's cock she wanted even more than her husband's…
Neal drained his sixth glass of Grand Marnier, and Sharon noticed that his eyes seemed to be growing glassy. Sweat had popped out on his forehead. Suddenly, he raised one hand to his face and said in a wavering voice, "Hoo boy, I think I've drunk a little too much! I feel a little dizzy."
"Perhaps you should go and lie down for awhile, Neal," the Lord of Marlowe Manor said with elaborate solicitousness.
"Yes… yes, that might be a good idea," Neal agreed. He got to his feet, standing a bit unsteadily. He reached down for Sharon's hand. "Honey, you want to come upstairs with me?"
"Yes, of course, darling," Sharon answered immediately. She stood, frowning a little, and then helped her slightly weaving husband out of the library and up the marble stairs. She did not notice the pleased smiles on the faces of the others behind her, the quick nod which Lena Alvaro gave Rodney; she had not been informed of the administration of Wafto's potion to Neal Court in his Grand Marnier.
In their room, Neal immediately collapsed across the bed, flinging one hand up to cover his eyes. Sharon sat down beside him, whispering his name, but he seemed oblivious to her presence now. Had he passed out on so few drinks? Sharon wondered. How was that possible? Neal had always been able to hold his liquor very well. Unless…
She shook her comatose husband several times, but he did not stir. Sharon stood, biting her lip uncertainly. Should she stay here with Neal? He looked as if he was completely unconscious and would stay that way for some time. Should she risk going back downstairs, to where her husband's boss was surely waiting for her? If she did, she knew the consequences. But suppose Neal woke up?
She hesitated a moment longer, then the aching in her cunt became so acute that it was almost a physical pain; she needed release, gratification, her newly-attuned body screamed for it. She decided there wasn't much chance of Neal waking up, not if what she suspected was true. She turned from the bed, opened the door, and slipped into the hallway.
Rodney Alvaro was waiting there, smiling a sexually enticing smile.
She walked boldly up to him. "You drugged Neal's drinks, didn't you?" she accused.
"Yes, my sweet," answered Alvaro candidly. "And do you know why?"
Sharon's pussy continued to ache horribly, and the petal-like lips of her vagina began to flower wide to allow the moist secretions of her building passion to dampen the crotch band of her brief panties and her inner thighs. "Perhaps I do," she told him coyly.
Alvaro licked his lips. His breath seemed to be catching in his throat, and his eyes were feverishly bright as they roamed over her lithe, voluptuous body clad in its clinging, simple sheath. "I understand you haven't seen the master suite as yet, my dear," he said.
"The master suite?"
"Yes. It's very impressive."
"Well… then I'd like to see it, by all means."
Alvaro grinned lewdly. "I thought you would."
He took her arm and led her down the hallway, turning at its end to follow another corridor running toward the rear of the manor house. At its end was a huge door, and Rodney keyed that open, clicking on the overhead light as he did so. They entered.
Indeed, Sharon hadn't seen this particular room before and she was immediately taken with it. It was grandly furnished with old dark wooden pieces, done in red velvet. There were red drapes covering one wall, a huge red circular bed in the exact center of the room, and tinted mirrors on the walls. The red motif in the diffused and indirect lighting had a wickedly appropriate atmosphere.
"Quite a room, isn't it?" asked Alvaro.