Lynn’s head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his searing, hot semen drenching her gullet. Lynn groaned as she sucked and her Adam’s apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Barry, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.
“What are we going to do about… them?” Goren asked after a while. His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.
“Oh my God, I don’t know!“ Kim dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. “I never thought Barry would… do… such a thing!“
“Your husband is quite a lover,” Goren said caustically.
“My husb-! I don’t call what they were doing… making love!”
“No? What was it then?”
“It was… disgusting!” She stared at him. “You can’t approve of what they were doing, Jack!“
“Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to.”
Goren pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. “I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing.”
“Kissing people… there… is sick!” Kim said, cringing. “They were like crazed animals. I’d have rather seen Barry actually… having intercourse… than… what he was doing.” Goren smiled inwardly at Kim’s reluctance to use the real words for what he saw and thought. How surprised she’s going to be to say “fuck” and “suck,” to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and suck him. But he only looked at Kim almost as a doctor would a patient, and replied, “Don’t be too sure, Kim. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others happy. I certainly wouldn’t want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong.”
“I… I guess you’re right.” She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, “But doing such things can really make people happy!”
Goren shrugged. “No? Well, they seemed to be.”
Kim started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Goren reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a clean white hanky. She Wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.
“I guess you think I must be an awful fool carry on like this. I… I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Don’t be sorry, Kim. No one can blame you for being upset after what you’ve seen today. God knows I’m upset myself,” he lied.
They continued toward San Francisco, each locked in their separate thoughts.
Kim was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Colline almost mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally. Barry had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really take such deviations to satisfy a man? No. it couldn’t, it just couldn’t! But… could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For the first time since she was married, Kim began to actually question her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn’t know what it took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to do about catching Barry flagrant delicate with Jack’s beautiful sluttish wife. She loved Barry, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet… where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well, she couldn’t just stand for this, she couldn’t and what about Jack Goren… did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, God! Kim slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still whirling confusedly.
Goren watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief again.
It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she felt toward Barry. The first step had gone so well that he hated to chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Kim, a practiced skill from the long years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and easily, building the gap between Barry and her and all the while closing the gap between her and himself.
Less than an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the Sutton’s Sunset District house. As he helped Kim out, Goren said, “I’ve worked hard, Kim, awfully hard over the years, and I’m not going to jeopardize my position.”
He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. “I haven’t accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a foolish reaction… or an ugly scandal.”
They walked along the path to the front door. Kim fumbled in her purse for the key.
“No, honey,” Goren continued as she ushered him in. “There’ll be none of that, I promise you.” He shut the door and leaned against it, smiling a faint, sardonic smile. “But they aren’t going to get away with this, are they?”
Kim turned to look up at him. “No,” she said grimly. “They aren’t going to get away with it, Jack.”
Goren’s smile grew progressively larger. His eyes moved slowly over the firm, slim curve of the distraught woman before him, trying to maintain a hurt, gentlemanly expression while the fire was building ever hotter in his loins.
You’re going to be a good fuck, baby, he thought hungrily. You’re going to be as good a fuck as my wife when I get through with you.
He said, “I think we could both use another drink, Kim, don’t you?”
Chapter 5
Kim sat next to Jack Goren on the three cushion couch, her fifth drink-or was it her sixth? she couldn’t really be sure how many she’d had in the car-clutched tightly in both her hands. Her mind was swirling with the pictures of what she had seen at Salmon Creek.
Barry kissing Lynn between the legs, kissing her-well, her pussy, no use mincing words now… Barry’s large, bloated penis almost completely consumed by the wet, dripping lips sucking voraciously on it, as if it were some gigantic peppermint stick… Barry’s contorted, lust-expressioned face, and Lynn’s, as they groveled in one another’s private, sweating parts… God, God, it was all there in her mind, as vivid now as it had been when she’d witnessed it. She felt a little a nauseous, a little ashamed, but yet overwhelmingly angry; Barry had violated a sacred marital trust, the very essence of their love and their relationship.