His reverie was broken by the sound of his wife's voice. Vicki said: "I… I feel a little woozy, Eric. I think I'd better sit down." She giggled suddenly. "Think I've had a wee bit too much champagne…"
Concern crept into Kirk's mind, momentarily overshadowing his salacious thoughts. He watched as Eric led Vicki to the couch and seated her there. Vicki leaned her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes; her face was flushed from the combined effects of alcohol and dancing.
Kirk went to his wife, unmindful that the bulge along his trouser leg was readily apparent to the Kaye couple, unaware of the meaningful looks the two exchanged. He sat beside Vicki and took her hand; damn, he was feeling that champagne himself. The room seemed to have a haze in it, dulling his vision somewhat, and the inside of his mouth was dry.
He said: "Are you okay, honey? Do you want me to get you anything?"
"She'll be all right," Eric said. "She just needs to rest for a few minutes."
"Yes…" Vicki began. Then she giggled again, fluttering her eyes open, and leaned up to kiss him hard, wetly. Unintentionally, Kirk felt himself comparing her kiss with that of Christy Kaye's; the older blonde won hands down, and he told himself again to stop such thinking before he did something he would be sorry for.
"I'll be all right, honey, I'll be… all right," Vicki moaned, laying her head back and closing her eyes again.
"Do you want to go home now?"
"Oh no! No, Kirk, I'm having such a good time…"
Kirk felt a hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up Dr. Kaye smiled disarmingly at him. "Give her a few minutes rest, Kirk my boy. She's fine, if I know women – and I think I do." He grinned again.
Kirk stood up, and his own smile was lopsided. "Well," he said, "I guess you're right." He blinked his eyes rapidly a few times. "Whew! Guess I'm feeling that champagne too."
"Why don't you go out onto the balcony and get some fresh air?" Christy suggested. "It's stopped raining."
"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
She stepped forward and took his arm. "Come on, Kirk," she urged, and led him toward the view window. She drew back one of the sliding doors and ushered him onto the wet floor of the balcony.
The sudden rush of chill winter air sobered Kirk somewhat, and he went to the railing and took several deep breaths. He stared out at the lights of Glenview, spread out panoramically below him in the velvet black background of the night. He sensed Christy coming up beside him, felt her touch him with her body. Then he heard her say words which, with a shock, sobered him almost completely.
She said, "Do you still have a hard-on, Kirk? Let me see if you do. Let me see if that beautiful cock of yours is still hard."
He turned abruptly, startled by her obscene remark. Her eyes lowered to the front of his trousers, and she made a mock pout when she saw that there was no longer a bulge present.
He said: "Christy, what…?"
"Now, now," she said throatily, "let's not fence, shall we? I know I gave you a nice hard-on, when I was kissing you, and again when I was dancing with you. Why do you think I was rubbing my pussy against the big old cock of yours, Kirk?"
"I… I…" he faltered. "Jesus Christ!"
She laughed softly, sensually. "I know what you were thinking, you know," she told him confidently. "You were thinking that you'd like to fuck me, weren't you? You were thinking that you'd like to put that big hard cock of yours in my cunt and fill me up with a great load of your cum. Isn't that right?"
Involuntarily, Kirk's penis jumped once more into erection at the continued lasciviousness of Eric Kaye's voluptuous wife. It was throbbing wildly in his pants, and his brain was reeling. Why was she talking to him this way? he thought in confusion. What was the matter with her? Was she even more over-sexed than he'd thought – some kind of nympho or something? She must be crazy to come on to a man she's only just met this way, with her husband and his own wife less than twenty feet away; didn't she realize what could happen, making lewd suggestions the way she was?
Christy leaned close to him and put her hand on his chest. She let it remain there for a moment, before she moved it slowly down over his stomach and began tantalizingly stroking the pulsating bulge.
"Well, Kirk?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey against his cheek. "You haven't answered me; you would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Tell me how you'd like to fuck me."
He didn't know what to think, what to say. He wanted to turn and run inside the house again, get away from something he wasn't able to understand and therefore wasn't able to cope with, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and penis brought great swirling billows of heat rising upward through his loins, and his testicles ached almost painfully with sexual need.
"My cunt is on fire, you know that don't you, Kirk?" Christy whispered. "My cunt is on fire for your big cock. Oh, and it is big, too, Kirk; it's even bigger and harder than I expected it would be!"
She was rhythmically stroking his lust-swollen cock and balls now through his trousers, moving closer to him so that the tips of her fully rounded breasts touched his cheek; her tongue came out like a molten fire-brand and traced a quick, liquid path down over his jawline and then back up over his lips before she drew her head back again.
"I want you to fuck me, Kirk," she breathed in her sensuous voice. "I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Don't make me beg for it."
Kirk was trembling almost uncontrollably, his mind awhirl with panic-tinged thoughts. Never before had he been faced with a situation as staggering as this one, and he simply couldn't react. He could feel the heat of lust rising still higher inside him from her ministrations, from her lips and tongue, threatening to consume him completely. His whole being was crying out for release.
"First I'll suck you," Christy said, and the licentious words tore through Kirk like a hot knife. "First I'll take your big cock in my mouth and suck you. Maybe I'll even suck you until you cum, until you fill my mouth with your hot sticky semen. Then, later, we'll fuck. Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You'll love it, darling!"
"No…" It was a strangled protest, but one that seemed even in his ears to lack conviction. The heat was rising… No, no, no! his brain warned, but it too lacked conviction. No, this is wrong, all wrong! You've got to stop this now, before it's too late! You've got to go back inside, go back to where your wife is waiting, take Vicki home, get out of here, don't listen to her, don't let her talk you into anything. Jesus, Eric Kaye is right inside, a man I've always admired and I'm out here with his wife's hand playing with my nuts and my cock… Jesus, what would Vicki say if she found out? I'm a happily married man, for God's sake, a happily married man with a promising career ahead of me, and if I don't put a stop to this bullshit right now I could blow both my marriage and my career in one stupid moment of weakness…
"No," he said, again. "No, Christy, stop, please…"
"Yes," she said, sensuously squeezing and stroking down between his legs. "You want me to suck you off, don't you, Kirk? You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you…" Christy's words were almost hypnotic in their chanting intensity, and suddenly Kirk knew that he did want her to suck him and fuck him, did want her and to hell with the consequences! Oh Jesus, Jesus, he had to have her! Nothing mattered but the acute pleasure-pain in his groin – not his wife, not his career, nothing but this hot-blooded little blonde bitch who was stroking and caressing him.