The thing she couldn't really understand was why Stan had been avoiding making love to her… but was doing it with such obvious relish with Vivian Williams. Why? Oh, why? Tears glistened in her deep, china-blue eyes. There was an aching, empty hollowness in her… where her loving heart used to be. It wasn't true, she decided, that people's hearts were broken they were just crushed and strangled, inside until there was nothing left… but a great, empty void of nothingness.
Suddenly, she leaped to her feet and ran, blindly, through the underbrush, the way they had come. The branches caught at her clothing, ripping her dress, snagging her stockings, as well as tearing, cruelly, at her flesh, lashing her legs and arms, searing her body with deep scratches.
"What the hell!" Harry plunged after her and caught her within ten yards. He held her struggling body close in his arms. "Take it easy… damn it! You'll hurt yourself!"
His big hands stroked her body, caressingly, and he crooned to her, "It's not worth it… to go tearing through the brush that way. It won't solve anything! We'll go have a drink together… and do some thinking about what we want to do… next!"
She sobbed against his shoulder, inconsolably, for a few moments, as he continued to knead and massage the lush contours of her beautifully put together body, barely able to control his lust for her. Damn! I'd like to lay her down and screw her… right here… but this isn't the right place… or the right time, yet!
Finally, the first storm of her emotional upheaval was past. She dried her eyes against his shirt and said, "Please… take m-me… back, now…!"
Still dazed… and definitely not thinking straight, yet, Lois followed the big man back to his car and got into it. He drove straight back to his trailer, leading her, unresistingly, inside and fixing a strong, double bourbon and water for her. She gulped a quarter of it down, quickly. It calmed her. All of her emotion had been expended, for the moment, leaving a smoldering anger.
"Damn him!" she breathed, finally, choosing the only word that expressed her feelings exactly. "… And damn her… for leading him into it!" She was remembering: This morning… Vivian was paying an awful lot of attention… t-to Stan rubbing up against him… posing for him and doing all the things a woman would do to hook a man…! And… he finally fell for it! She slugged down another big gulp of the whiskey.
"I don't know… about you!" Harry said. "… But I feel they've played a miserable trick on us… and it'd serve them right… if we gave them tit for tat!"
"What do you mean by that?" Lois was wary. She had been feeling ill at ease… ever since Harry had held her close. She had felt the warmth of his loins against hers and the throbbing of a growing bulge in his pants. My God! He was getting an… erection…! And, the way his hands were roaming around… means h-he wants… m-me… wants to… d-do the same thing! She knew the answer… already!
Harry lounged, easily, took a healthy swallow of his drink and smiled, lewdly, at her, "Well… my wife… and your husband are out there fucking hell out of each other… and I'd like to pay them off… an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth… and a fuck for a fuck! That'd make us even!"
"That's a… cr-crazy idea!" she flared, full of indignation at his suggestion. "I'd never do that!"
"No… but Stan's doing it! What's fair for the gander… is fair for the goose… isn't it?"
It was preposterous… but suddenly, Lois knew that watching Stan and Harry Williams' wife, Vivian, there in the stream bed had worked on her, insidiously. The glowing warmth in her loins warned her of mounting sexual arousal. She was more sure of it, when she realized that there was a copious amount of exuded moisture… down there… between the petals of her vaginal opening. Somehow, her concentrated thinking about trying to lure her husband to bed… then seeing him, through the binoculars fucking Harry's wife, which caused her so much pain and anger, subtly, almost insidiously, to produce a sexual need in her… a need that was increasing with every passing moment. Desperately, she tried to deny it. No! I won't! I won't give in… to myself… or him! It's wrong… even if Stan is cheating on me!
Firmly, she set her glass down, rose and said, "But that's not for me! I'm still married to S-Stan… and as long as I am… I'll never do that!"
Harry Williams was on his feet, instantly; he was furious, his green eyes blazed, as he ground out, "You stupid, little bitch! I'm offering you a way of getting even… but whether you like it or not… I'm going to take out mine with you! No son-of-a-bitch can take what's mine… and not have to pay for it! Remember… that's my wife… lying out there, under your husband… while he fucks her silly!"
Lois was genuinely frightened. Her face drained of color, and she turned to stumble toward the door of the trailer, a strangled, "No-No! Oh, God, no!" coming from deep in her being.
Suddenly, swiftly, Harry took her into his brawny arms, capturing her mouth with his own, his lips engulfing hers, completely and his moist, hot tongue snaked out to lash between her lips and teeth to kiss her deeply.
She resisted, attempting to turn her head aside and setting her jaw, but he brought his hand up to her face, his strong fingers pressing, cruelly, into her jaw muscles to force her mouth open. His tongue thrust in, hungrily, to probe and taste.
Disgust and revulsion rose in her, now, at the vile, intimately personal contact, and she struggled to escape from his encircling arms. It was futile. He was too big… too strong. He held her close, his hot hands moving, restlessly over the smooth female curves of her body, kneading and massaging the full-mounded protuberances of her buttocks, his great strength forcing her loins tight up against his, where the throbbing bulge of his erect penis pressed hard into her soft flesh. There could be no doubt about what he wanted…!
Pulling her face away from his voracious lips, finally, with tremendous effort and struggling to escape from his imprisoning arms with all her lithe strength, she grated, harshly, "Let me g-go! I–I'll never go to… b-bed… with you… damn you!"
"So! You're going to be a little tigress eh? Well… that's just the way I like them wild… and hot!"
"Y-You're trying… t-to force m-me and that's rape!" Lois accused.
"You can call it that… if you want to… but you're going to get fucked… and you'll love every minute of it!" the big man chortled, lewdly. "As a matter of fact… you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
"I'll scream! I'll call for h-help!" she threatened.
"If you let out one little peep… I'll clobber you!" Harry countered, showing her his huge fist.
She groaned in her futility, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She was trapped… and there was nothing she could do to escape this huge man, who was bent on a sadistic revenge. She slumped, weakly, against him, conscious that her own body was entrapping her, also, to keep her here. His penis pulsed against the softness of her belly, warmly… and unwanted, salacious sensations began to spark in her. It was all so confusing. She wanted to maintain her moral standards on the one hand… but the lubricious demands of her body were trying to gain the upper hand. It would be so easy to cave in… let her resolve go hang… and let happen what may… Maybe it'd serve Stan right… to let him know that I'd evened the score by… by letting Vivian's husband… f-fuck m-me! Her mind wandered to the sex scene she had heard and witnessed, accidentally, and she knew it could happen… Her thoughts had been so confused… but she distinctly recalled how she had wished, fervently, at that moment… that she could have been that girl on the sleeping bag… taking that bearded man's cock deep into her pulsing cunt… It could happen… even to her! Should she let it happen… or should she struggle against it? Oh, God! I–I don't think I could d-do it… and be able to live with myself… afterward!