The hallway was quiet and deserted as he walked slowly down to the open door at the end, his face as glum as his thoughts. He wondered if the girl hadn't already gone home, but his curiosity kept him moving toward the lighted doorway. When he was almost there, a man Ed thought was one of the senior vice-presidents strode out of the room, a smug contented smile on his face.
"She's still going?" the junior executive smiled ingratiatingly up at the older man. "I got here a little late."
"You may just be too late," the other grinned as he passed by. "It's a damned shame, but I think she's had it for the night."
Ed almost turned around and followed the executive back down the hallway, but then he started to wonder again just what kind of woman could make such a great impression on the top men in the company. Perhaps just seeing her or talking to her could give him some ideas he could bring home to Lynn, though God knows, he was already worried about how he was going to keep his wife in line once they were members of the sex-oriented Executive Club. He supposed he would just have to break down eventually and tell her that he knew about her and George McHenry, and even confess about what had happened with him and Marian…
A second later, his mind blanked with shock and his tall frame swayed slightly as he stood in the doorway, gaping at the voluptuous young blonde woman who lay naked and motionless on the huge bed before him. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be, he dazedly repeated to himself as he recognized his own wife lying in the dirty sperm-soaked sheets. The young husband wanted to shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but his entire body was paralyzed and he stood there as though his feet had in that moment become lead weights too heavy to lift off the carpet on which he stood.
Suddenly, as if sensing another presence in the room, the girl lifted her head weakly from the pillow and stared blankly toward the door. "Please, I can't… no more, please…" she mumbled brokenly, then collapsed back onto the mattress.
The little slut doesn't even recognize her own husband any more, Ed fumed inwardly, trying to stifle the pity he felt rising at the sight of her condition. In an attempt to work himself into the fury he knew was his right, the handsome young husband stamped loudly into the bedroom and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.
"Please, no, I can't," Lynn feeble repeated, turning her head away from him with eyes tightly closed. Still she didn't feel the masculine weight lift from the bed and, as a last resort, she opened her glazed eyes again and turned to beseech the latest comer for a chance to rest. She had gotten her revenge and was certain that she would probably have a divorce as well, and she couldn't bear to go any further with the horrible debauchery of this party – not when her own husband probably hated her now. "Please…" she began again, then gasped as she saw who was sitting beside her.
"Oh God, Ed, it's you. Please tell me that you don't hate me," she blurted out, no longer able to control her tears at the sight of her husband. "I – I never m-meant to… h-hurt you… we were t-tricked…"
"Ah, honey, don't cry," he said gruffly, trying to hide the emotion in his own voice. "It'll be all right. But, why, baby, why did you do it?" He held her body tight against his, feeling her wracking sobs pounding out against him.
"It w-was George and M-Marian," she said slowly, making a desperate effort to control her sobs, so that she could explain what had happened. "He t-tricked me into making love with him, then th-they said they'd t-tell you i-if I didn't… i-if I didn't do this!…"
"Oh, Christ, I should have known," Ed muttered as he suddenly realized all the other young executives who had been transferred to McHenry's division, then were fired soon after they were announced as candidates for a promotion. "It was all a game! He never planned to give me that promotion!"
"What promotion? Nobody gets promotions around here without me knowing it!" an elderly voice suddenly boomed into the room, followed by its owner, a little white-haired old man. "Is this rascal bothering you, honey?" he added, nodding his head curtly at Ed.
"No, Erwin, he's my husband, Ed Waring," she said, blinking back her tears to smile at the old man. "Ed, this is Erwin, um… I don't know your last name…"
"Erwin Doud, honey, and my congratulations to you, sir, for choosing such a lovely young woman for a wife," the old man said cordially, as he sat down beside Ed on the bed.
Ed barely managed to nod an acknowledgment to the newcomer, so shocked was he by the realization of the identity of "Old Erwin." Erwin Doud was the president of Amalgamated Industries and the white-haired man had a cock that hung, even soft, half-way down to his knobby knees.
"Honey," he finally managed in a strangled voice. "Did you and Mr. Doud…?"
"Sure did, son," Erwin chuckled cheerfully. "Finest time I've had in many years… now, tell me about this promotion she wants you to have…"
CHAPTER 11
"Now, darling, if I get too frightened tonight and try to back out, don't listen to me, okay?" Lynn smiled nervously up at her tall, handsome husband. "Just tell me what to do and I will." She nodded her head determinedly as if to convince herself of her own resolution, then took Ed's hand as they walked up the steps to the brownstone house two doors away from the Executive Club.
"Now, you're sure, sweetheart, aren't you?" he muttered. "I don't want any misunderstandings to ever come between us again. And I'm certain Mr. Doud would let us out of the agreement if we asked him to…"
"No. We agreed and we should stick to it," she said firmly, shaking out her tawny hair in the winter moonlight. "Besides, I guess I'm a little excited about it too," she admitted, crinkling her nose up at him. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh, you know better than that, honey," he grinned, thinking back to the night he had discovered his wife had taken on more than twenty cocks and made them all cum into her mouth and pussy. And how the idea had excited him, once he really knew that it was only sex with her and that she loved him more than ever now. Yes, in the three weeks that had passed since the party at the McHenry's house, it seemed that all their problems had somehow been worked out, and they were happier now than ever before in their marriage. They had even attended a few evenings at the Executive Club, as the guests of Erwin Doud, and found that they could really enjoy getting naked with and making love with other people, as long as each of them knew that the other was not lonely or worried.
Now, they wanted only one thing to be completely content – Ed's promotion – which was why they were here tonight. At the McHenrys' party, the white-haired old president had been interested and even enthusiastic about giving the young executive the position he wanted so badly, but before agreeing, he had impishly imposed a condition to the young couple, a condition they planned to fulfill tonight, despite a slight trepidation on both their parts.
"Anyway, sweetheart, I'm sure Erwin knows what he's doing," Ed added as he realized that Lynn was still looking up at him with a slightly worried expression on her face. "You're almost like a daughter to him now – so you know however he does it, it's going to be nice for you."
"Yes, but three at the same time," Lynn said thoughtfully. "How can I take that many men on at one time? I don't see -"
"Well, I have a suspicion…" Ed said with a trace of a smile. "Something I've heard about… but let's see what Erwin's planning." With that, he pressed on the doorbell button.
"Oh, Ed! You've been teasing me like that all week," she pouted good-naturedly, but curious nonetheless. "It's nice, isn't it?"