And suddenly, in spite of herself, Vicki became aroused.
She could feel her nipples harden beneath the black dress she wore, beneath her brassiere; she could feet her vaginal juices begin to flow as they had earlier when she had allowed her landlady's dog to bring her to climax. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Kirk and Christy, but she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now, for once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Eric, sensing her arousal, felt a glowing triumph. It was going to work out just as he and Christy had planned! She was going to come across, he felt sure of it now; he had been right in his appraisal of the hidden depths of Vicki Young, and after four months of looking at her five days a week and wanting her more and more each day, he was going to have her! Soon, soon!
He renewed his whispers into her ear with more and more lewd words and suggestions, and his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. Christ, but she had nice tits! She wasn't protesting now, either; she was watching Christy suck her husband off, and she wasn't fighting his advances. He pressed his erect cock tighter against her buttocks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the soft yielding crevice between her ass-cheeks.
"My wife and your husband, Vicki," he breathed into her ear. "My wife and your husband – fucking. That's what they're doing, you know. Christy is mouth-fucking Kirk. Christy and Kirk, making love. So why shouldn't we make love, Vicki? Why shouldn't you and I fuck? I want to fuck you, Vicki. Vicki, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you right here, right now, while we watch your husband and my wife. I want to fuck you standing up right here, Vicki!"
Vicki's mind was still a seething turmoil of anger and hatred, made irrational by the amount of liquor she had consumed on this evening, but it was fast becoming swamped by her rising passion. Eric's words were taking their toll now. She could feel his hand on her breast, knew she should take it away, stop him from touching her like that. She could feel his penis, hard between the sensitive cheeks of her buttocks, and she knew she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked were pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement – and she didn't want to stop.
She wanted to…
She wanted to make love!
She wanted Eric Kaye to make love to her!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Vicki's head pound rhythmically. Yes, that was what she wanted! She wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear… wanted him to… to FUCK her! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to punish Kirk for what he had done to her, what he was doing to her right now by allowing Christy to suck him like that! What better way than to make love to Christy's husband! Nothing else mattered right now, right at this moment. All that mattered was getting back at Kirk, hurting him like he was hurting her – and the prurient desires which were raging in her flesh, demanding to be satisfied…
"Vicki," the doctor was whispering, "Vicki, I want to fuck you while we stand here and watch your husband fucking my wife! Do you hear me, Vicki? I want to fuck you while we…"
"Yes!" Vicki heard herself cry out. "Yes, Eric, yes, yessss! I want you, Eric, I want you to… to fuck me!"
Kaye's hand squeezed her breast harder, and his breath exploded into her ear. Those were the words he had waited a long, long time to hear! He cupped both her breasts, moving his pelvis tight behind her. "Right here, right now," he whispered.
"Yes! Yes, yes!"
"While we watch Christy sucking Kirk."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Lean forward and put your hands on the doorjambs so you can see," he commanded.
Vicki complied, past all caring now, wanting only release from the floodtide of passion surging like combers on a stormy beach through her being. She wanted him, wanted his penis inside her, wanted him, wanted him, wanted to hurt Kirk.
Eric's dexterous fingers were on the buttons of her dress now, snapping them open one by one. Slowly, he drew the garment off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off her body altogether. She raised one foot, then the other, to step out of the dress, wearing only brassiere and panties now. Eric unfastened her brassiere snaps, letting it fall away, and her full, taut-nippled breasts swayed into freedom. Even in her humped over position, there was no pendulous effect to full, firm mounds – they remained high and firm on her chest.
Vicki felt the doctor's fingers teasing along the silk-encased material of her buttocks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, passion-warm flesh. Then he was tugging at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. A cool rush of air blew along her backside, and she dimly realized that she was now completely nude, her full, rounded buttocks presented to the lusting gaze of her employer with total abandonment and surrender.
In the bathroom, in the bathtub filled with soapy water, Vicki could see Christy pulling Kirk's cock into her mouth voraciously, the shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along velvet as she endeavored to take every single inch of his monstrous shaft into the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. Christy's buttocks undulated madly, and Kirk was jerking and twisting in wild frenzy under her ministration; the foamy water lashed over the edge of the tub like surf over a boat pier, spilling onto the floor in glistening pools. And still Christy sawed up and down with enraptured, frenetic movements on his penis, her white cheeks puffed out and contrasting with the blood-red shaft, her mouth so tightly sucking him that her lip-flesh pulled out grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned into almost completely disappearance as she lunged downward again and he levered up to meet her bobbing thrust.
He's going to cum in her mouth, Vicki thought numbly. He's going to fill her mouth with his seed, strangle her on it, drown her in his hot semen… The thought was perversely exciting, and down between her legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her fluids in ever-increasing amounts as she watched Christy Kaye suck and lick her husband's cock. Behind her, Eric Kaye was massaging her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the bare flesh with his long, sure fingers, pulling the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart to reveal the salaciously enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Vicki's slender well-tapered legs. Then he brought one hand around to manipulate one of her breasts, fingers roiling and teasing the rigid bud at its peak; his other hand dipped into the soft, hairlined slit, middle ringer extended and teasing, down and under along the incredibly soft cunt of the young bereaved wife. He found her clitoris, rigid and tingling, and began to tease it with the tip of his finger; Vicki mewled with unwanted delight at the electric flashes his probings were sending through her every fiber.
At that moment, she felt his one hand leave her breast and, a second later, heard the unmistakable whisper of a zipper being drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing her legs around his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Eric pressed forward again, and Vicki felt the hard, rubbery tip of his erect penis rub along the velvety surface of her buttock cheeks, dip into the moist crevice and down toward where his finger was sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
He's going to do it to me with his big, hard penis, she thought. He's going to do to me what I vowed no other man but my husband would ever do to me… I'm about to commit adultery, no better than a common whore, no better than Christy Kaye in there with my husband… but for the first time in my life, it doesn't seem to matter, and I know why it doesn't… everything I've ever believed in has been destroyed tonight, my whole world destroyed, and so I might as well sink to the depths of these other degenerates, to the depths to which my husband has sunk…