Instead of the absolute revulsion she had felt at the beginning, she felt an odd quivering deep between her thighs.
His infidelity somehow freed her and made her cause more righteous. As though by pinpointing the direct cause of her unhappiness she was better able to fight it! She closed her eyes and thought about the fingers that were now on her naked thighs. They felt warm and real… necessary to her well-being. Why should she not have the pleasure when the men gave it to themselves freely whenever they wanted? Why should she have to suffer and be perfect, when they were far from perfection themselves! Why had law condemned her to a life of frustration and silence, of meek smiles for the photographers and inane utterances for the press!?
Erick's hand gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft full flesh of her thigh that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting up to the seeping moist triangle of her pussy. She uttered a low helpless groan and slid back against the cushion behind her, letting it cradle her heavy head. Erick took full advantage of the moment to slide his hand up to the soft roundness of his brother's wife's buttocks where they lay encased in a brief swatch of panties.
"Oh, God, no, we can't… we can't…" she whimpered helplessly, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She thought she could see the waiter looking in their direction but she knew that he could really not see anything unless he came around the partition, and he wouldn't do that unless they rang for him. She tried to squirm away from her brother-in-law but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. His hand cupped from behind into the split of her seeping pussy, and through her panties he began to steadily flick his middle finger upward against the raging madness she felt there.
"Oh, please… don't do it… don't do this to me…" she cried.
"Why not?" he inquired, "why shouldn't we… Tim fucks all the cunt he can get when he's away from you, why shouldn't you get a little extra cock?"
The crude words echoed Sylvie's own thoughts, and they sent a chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing throughout her loins. She gasped as the fingers of his hand pushed teasingly up against the hopelessly aroused pit of her trembling pussy. "Stop, please don't, don't touch me there anymore…" she pleaded, but her body was telling her otherwise, and Erick sensing it and feeling her squirming wetness against the palm of his hand and his fingers, brought his other hand up and around her, to touch the side of this sister-in-law's breasts, pushing hard against the soft yielding flesh. Sylvie moaned and tried to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the rising sensations building up in the pit of her stomach. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of his index finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden real contact with the throbbing, lusting head of her clitoris. It was thoroughly soaked from the unwanted desire that permeated Sylvie's whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
She knew that she must not make the sounds she wanted to make. They were after all in a public place! No one must know what was going on … no one must find out that Tim Cassidy's wife was being obscenely and horribly embraced beneath her skirt by her husband's own brother!
She lay half reclining in the booth, totally helpless while Erick's hands played with her warm secret flesh, and tears of humiliation began to cascade down her face.
"So this is that little pussy you were petting by the beach that day!"
Erick whispered hoarsely to his brother's wife. "You were really getting your kicks from watching me fucking the maid… admit it!" he choked out, slipping his fingers with urgency up against her quivering clitoris. Sylvie found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the teasing of his rummaging finger.
"Oh… no… no…" she protested, but to no avail.
"Spread you legs a little wider, let me get inside!" Erick cried.
"NO… not here… someone will see… we can't… we can't…"
Erick paused a moment and looked around them. She was right. It was foolish to continue the audacious game right there. He had a sudden idea. He rang for the waiter.
"Straighten yourself up," he commanded, "we're going to one of the private rooms."
Hurriedly, Sylvie tried to present the best appearance she could. And when the waiter appeared, the two of them looked as though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But underneath her skirt, Sylvie felt her aching and yearning pussy, tingling with the desire that had accumulated within the past few moments at the club.
The new drinks were set up in the private room upstairs and the waiter was withdrawing from the room. Sylvie sat on a low sofa near the window and noticed that there was a separate exit to the room. The street was below. The street and freedom. She felt somehow more sober now, and the full realization of her actions had come to her with shattering force as she and Erick entered the room. She had to get out of there at any cost.
"We'll be expecting my brother and some others," Erick lied, "so please direct them here should they come in."
The waiter replied that he would of course comply with Erick's wishes, and disappeared closing the door behind him. Erick sprang up and locked the door, and the loud Sylvie's ears with terrible finality.
"Erick," she stammered, as the youthful blonde lawyer came toward her,
"let's act like adults… You can't seriously think that I am going to …"
Her words were cut off as he took hold of her, drawing her sharply up against his lean body. His lips pressed hard on hers, his tongue penetrating their tight defense with ease, as his hips ground lasciviously against her. She could feel the hard poker shape of his thickened penis rising against her trembling belly, and in spite of herself she recalled its enormous, bloated appearance when she had watched it appearing and disappearing into the servant girl's willingly wide-spread genitals.
"Oh God," she groaned, slumping against him. "I… I can't go through with it!" But her entire body lurched uncontrollably in his arms, as she felt the thick cock that could give her so much pleasure… so much relief that she needed and that her husband had not given her. She thought of the depraved act Tim had made her perform only the night before, and how her hopes for satisfaction had been so cruelly shattered.
"You know you want it…" Erick was saying, and he pulled hurriedly away from his sister-in-law. She leaned against the wall and watched, wide-eyed as her husband's younger brother began to strip his clothes from his body. She closed her eyes to block out the view, and then when she opened them he stood in front of her completely naked, his hard cock standing out from beneath the lean tautness of his belly. Lewdly, he began stroking the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head.
"I know that Tim's cock is not nearly as big as mine!" Erick smiled, watching her carefully as though she were some insect that he had trapped. Sylvie tried to speak, but she could not. What on earth could she say or do against such a fiendish man. Her eyes automatically gravitated to the spot where hideously he was masturbating in front of her, and in spite of her fear, she could not help imagining what it would feel like inside her. It would fill her more than anything had ever filled her before, that much she knew. It was true that Erick was bigger than his older brother, but Sylvie had always been told that size made little difference. It was a man's actual technique in lovemaking that counted. She remembered all those times when Tim had made her deliriously happy, and then bitterly thought of just how long ago those times were, and that he was probably using those same techniques on myriads of other girls. While she remained totally unsatisfied and at the mercy of such madmen as his younger brother, Erick!