"Ooooohhhh God… Oh God… I'm cummmmmm1ng… cummmmmmminggg…ooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into her quaking, clenching orifice.
A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed rest.
Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick and Ron, only saw him when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's satiated blonde wife.
"You fuckers, what are you doing to Sylvie?? What have you done to her??? First that disgusting tape and now this!!!"
There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and puffing from their adulterous activities.
They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.
"Get out!!! Get out of my wife's dressing room!" Tim cried. "I'll deal with both of you later!!"
The two brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Arlene who was curiously waiting to see what was happening.
When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had called Tim and had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.
Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed Arlene by the arm and propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.
"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in, you sneaking bitch!"
When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.
"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent ordeal came back to her confused mind.
She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar… darling…" she whispered. His hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her everywhere beneath the water, slipping into the warmed split of her abused pussy, up across her soft belly, moving along her golden body as though she were a precious art work that he was only just appreciating for the very first time.
"You'll tell me later… now you must rest…" Tim commanded sternly, and moments later he was lifting her from the deep alabaster tub and carrying her over to the thick fluffy towels where he dried her carefully. Then he took her, still wrapped snugly in a large white towel into the bedroom where he placed her upon the bed, ever so carefully as though she were a mermaid he had just found upon the beach.
He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room and began to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands worked their healing effect upon Sylvie as she lay, stunned as much by her husband's quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had happened to her.
After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she told him everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no details and sparing herself not at all in the moving confession that sometimes brought tears to her blue eyes.
Tim asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?" he inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and sniffing it.
He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the liquid that an ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift, but that he had refused. He knew that its powers were purported to be very great and suspected just who had placed it in a medicine bottle and had it brought to his wife.
His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said nothing. "I've been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his eyes roam over the startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's gleaming, naked body before him on the bed.
Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside her. Sylvie felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves around her, and felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, the tips of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his tongue was lapping subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly that it was like butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She felt her abused body responding to his tender caresses, and realized that her hopes and dreams of the past few months were finally coming true.
"Oh, Tim!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tim could feel the split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing against his hipbone, rubbing a little against his skin. Then her fingers moved lightly up and down the shaft of his hard cock and she held his wildly erect penis in her hand squeezing it tenderly and Tim abandoned himself to the aching desire he felt for his wife. Sylvie rubbed her moistening blonde pussy up against her district attorney husband, beginning to moan softly to herself. The aftermath of her drugged session had made her feel a sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she felt Tim's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a little towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he groped for her golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly pulling at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until the nipples were hard and tight. He kissed her so hard that Sylvie had to gasp for breath.
"Oh, God, Tim!" she cried. She moved her whole body up against him now, her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's cock up and down more and more and more rapidly. There was nothing so sweet as the desire she felt for the man she had married. None of his brothers had been able to duplicate this sensation.
"Jesus!" Tim groaned. "I… I want to be inside of you… Are you…
Can I…?" He wondered if his wife was in any condition for lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he wanted her so badly that he could hardly contain himself.
"Mmmmmm… Yes… Tim… Tim, please… I've been waiting so long… so long… Aaaaaaaah!" Sylvie moaned and writhed against the young politician's hip and he could feel her hair-fringed pussy soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and suddenly Tim realized that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very thought of it almost made him reach a climax himself, but he held back just in time, as Sylvie fell back against his arms, her passion only momentarily drained.
"I want you… Jesus… I want you so bad!!" Tim cried as much to himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Sylvie's limp unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm and waves of lust traversed Tim's throbbing cock as he placed it in between her legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her flowery pussy, he positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his prick slide upward.