Most of the women seemed cool to her or they took in her young voluptuous figure with a calculating eye.
Again, she had the feeling of anxiety and nameless fear and she looked around again and saw Bob disappearing inside with Mona. Mona with a smile on her face, looking up at her husband in a way that told her they were too familiar. Bob was touching her, his arms slipping around her as they quickly stepped out of sight!
Carol felt completely alone at that moment. She turned to Leo and read the answer in his eyes. He, too, seemed alone and grave. "Carol," he said, his tone formal and strange coming from him, "I must talk to you in private." He took her gently by the elbow and indicated the guest cottage down below the pool. They walked the path single file, smiling at guests and then they were inside and Leo was shutting the door against the talk and laughter and music and they were alone. He indicated a chair with his hand and Carol sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She sat primly, on the edge of the chair, braced bravely for what he was going to say. "Carol," Leo began again, very formally, "I have unfortunate proof that your husband has been having an affair with my wife."
Bob followed Mona into the house, gaping around, a drink in his hand. He was feeling a little high from the drinks on the road and he felt a little reckless. "Hey, this is some place you got here. And all these people." He followed her down the hall, not worried about Carol at all.
Mona, leading him down the hall suddenly stopped and whirled on him. She was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress that was low cut and allowed her breasts to bounce and shake like two orbs. In fact, the dress gave the impression that it was ready to fall off at any moment. It seemed imprinted on her flat stomach and clung like soft silk to her thighs and buttocks. He could tell from the way that she moved, the silky freedom, the sense of warm free flesh undulating under flimsy cloth, was overpowering. She turned on him and ran her thigh between his legs and gently ground her pelvis into his groin. "Hi ya, Tiger. God, have I missed you!"
"Same for me," he murmured, feeling her thigh, the soft warm inside of her thigh rub between his legs and gently thrusting up against his crotch and wiggling around and he smells her perfume and sees that bawdy look of unfocussed lewdness in her eyes and he wants to drag her to the floor and fuck her right there. Her skin is so white as he looks down at her breasts which are half-free from the dress and they seem so creamy and full down to where he could see the pinking of a nipple blushing pink against the black dress. She was a beautiful exciting woman. She was crazy, and had no morals at all but he was crazy about her and felt his cock swelling and jerking in his pants and he turned to look over his shoulder, fearing someone might see. Realizing his position and what would happen if Carol or Leo should walk in, he cleared his throat and stepped back, taking a drink from his glass.
Mona stood with her legs apart and her hips still thrust out and pumping slowly and lewdly against the air. "Come on," she said in a husky voice, grinning at him, looking at him with those dark eyelashes and bangs. Her lips were red and wet. "Come on," she repeated, "Let's get somewhere alone."
He made a vague gesture with his hand. "I can't. Carol, my wife, is around somewhere."
Mona gave a throaty laugh and took him by the hand. "Don't worry, Leo's going to keep her busy."
He held back. Something was too pat. Leo was going to keep Carol busy. Why?
"Come on," Mona urged.
"No."
"Why?" she asked, the smile still on her face but a cold edge to her voice.
"It wouldn't look right. I mean… if we were gone too long."
Mona cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with a sexy sideways glance. "I haven't seen you in days. I've been thinking about you for days. All I want to do is show you something. Don't worry." She squeezed his hand and led him through the house. "I just want to show you something. That's all."
She led him down a narrow flight of carpeted steps and he had to blink in order to see and he stepped carefully and found himself standing in the romper room. He smiled politely, ready to say something nice like, "Oh, it'll be swell when its finished," when he saw Mona walk over behind what looked like a control panel.
She stood facing him, looking up through her lashes at him, smiling, as he took in the room and she dimmed the lights down until the room was black and he watched her half-hidden voluptuous figure disappear in the inky black. He stood silent for a few uncomfortable seconds and again was about to speak when he saw a light behind him glowing out of the corners of his eyes. He swung around and gasped, almost spilling his drink.
One rectangular wall had leaped to life in blazing color and Bob was looking at a huge blown-up movie, he was looking at a close up of a cunt and he could see the pink fluted edges moist with desire as they writhed and the thighs loomed huge and sensuous, spread out on the wall and he could see the long muscles stand out as the hips pumped and did a slow rotating bump and grind and the slit of the cunt, so big up there on the wall, moving with such a hypnotic rhythm as it grew larger and the soft pubic hair, curled around the edges of the cunt which seemed to spread its lips and glisten in the light. He could plainly see the clitoris, looking as if it had been coated in transparent oil, waver and throb with excitement.
Low music filled the room in a soft cool stereo effect, coming from wall to wall and even from behind him as the wall next to him leaped to life and he saw the thick mushrooming head of a prick fill it and he stood watching the sheath being slowly slipped back as the blood-throbbing cock seemed to fill the wall and yearn to get at the next wall at the undulating and writhing cunt.
"Look behind you," Mona said, her voice blending in with the sensuous music as she slipped to his side and he looked again at the wall where the cunt was moving in a well-oiled and regular beat, the beat that would climax in a wild passion that would collapse into a shouldering orgasm. He couldn't take his eyes off the wall where the cunt was glistening in excitement now and the cords of the thighs were straining and standing out. At Mona's urging, he tore his eyes away and looked at the wall behind him to see them filled with the most lovely buttocks he had ever seen. He stood, open mouthed, watching as the naked buttocks slowly tensed and bunched then slowly, teasingly, undulated up and down. Then, as he sank on a sofa that Mona led him to, he saw giant fingers come down over the firm twin cheeks of the buttocks and slowly spread the deep shadowed crevice until her anus was bared to his gaze.
Mona was unzipping his fly and groping for his cock as he looked at the rubbery anus so puckered and tight and tiny in the middle of a perfect pair of buttocks spread wide apart. He leaned back in the couch, his drink still in his hand, his body lewdly relaxed. To hell with Carol, everything could wait. He winced as Mona pulled his rock hard cock free and he felt it hot and throbbing in her hand. To hell with everything, this was too much to miss!
He stared at the three walls, turning slowly from one to another while Mona stroked his cock up and down in a slow maddening rhythm. On one wall the cunt writhed wild and madly, begging for some satisfaction while on the next wall a cock loomed larger, yearning to get at the cunt while on the third wall the fingers inched forward and around the arms, slowly expanding the tiny puckered nether ring. He felt his cock pulsating in her hand as she stroked up and down. He looked at her with half-closed eyes and realized his breath was coming hot and heavy through his nostrils. If nothing else mattered, he had to have some satisfaction! Mona smiled at him and bent her head forward, her dark hair falling forward and half concealing her face. He had just the right angle to see her red tongue lick wetly out and just flick over the opening of his cock and he jerked on the couch and jutted his groin up toward her face as he looked wildly around the room.