CHAPTER SIX
The huge prick, as long and as thick as a man's arm, was chasing her and Victoria couldn't understand why she was running from it since she wanted that huge cock to fuck her and fuck her until she fainted dead away!
She suddenly awoke and blinking her eyes quickly, she sat up in the bed and realized that she had been dreaming. The bright morning sunlight was streaming into the large bedroom and it hurt her sleep-filled eyes. She laid back as she closed her eyes against the glaring light and she squirmed her naked voluptuous body back under the satin quilt and tried to sleep but couldn't.
It had been two days since she had attended the feigned business meeting with Brett's father and Andrew Hewitt, and Victoria hadn't seen her father-in-law after that night they had fucked. In fact, she had hardly moved from her house during the past two days as she wanted to take the time before her husband's return from Los Angeles to thoroughly think things out.
She lay still in the warmth of her bed, trying to remember the details of her dream. She was curious as to who she had been dreaming about but the dream was lost in a foggy memory. She could only remember that she was being chased and was just about to be fucked by someone.
“Oh, fuck! Shit on it, anyway!” Victoria said out loud and she stopped trying to recall the formless thought. It was just a dream, after all, and she would really prefer the live prick of someone real. She then remembered that her husband was due to return that afternoon and she had plenty of work ahead of her if she was going to carry out her scheme.
Victoria had Nora McCarthy bring some coffee and juice up to her room and she got dressed while eating her light breakfast. She felt well rested as she had done little except sleep for the past two nights. She sat down to nibble on a piece of toast and her thoughts went back to the night she had been fucked by her husband's father. She had lost control of herself that evening and she was somewhat bothered by Brett, Senior's complete dominance over her. He had succeeded in making her do what he wanted, and that wasn't the way Victoria had planned to get to her father-in-law. She didn't have any complaints about the way he had fucked her, and she was sure that Brett Stover, Senior was the one thing she could count on, she thought smiling to herself.
The big problem had been complete exhaustion that evening. Brett's father had fucked her for half the night and afterwards he was noncommittal about the deal he was going to offer her. Victoria had been too tired to press for more information. It hadn't been until the following day that she had come to the conclusion that she would have to somehow expose Brett Stover's lust for her to her husband. She was convinced that this was the only way the end results would be in her favor. She hoped that it would turn father against son in a battle for her and she knew by her father-in-law's own words that he could control his son.
Victoria had thought out her plan carefully and she had started her lewd plan rolling the previous evening. She wasn't optimistic enough to believe that everything would work out in one move, but she hoped to at least have the opportunity to see and talk with Brett's father. She had called both Andrew Hewitt and Brett Stover to invite them and their wives to a small party to welcome her husband home again and both had agreed to come to the house the evening Brett would return from L.A. She was pleased that the first step of her scheme was concluded successfully but she knew that the most difficult part was yet in the offing.
Victoria took a sip of her coffee and she stretched her arms above her head as if to signal her body that she was ready to meet the day. She had several things to take care of that morning and she thought carefully through the items of importance. She had to make sure that Gerald had the proper drinks prepared so that everyone would loosen up for the party. That was the first thing to take care of, she thought, and she walked out of her bedroom to see Gerald and Nora. The den had to be set up, too, and she decided to personally handle that job.
As she walked downstairs toward the kitchen, she made a mental note to have a manhattan mixed and ready when her husband got home. She knew that preparing him for the evening was the key to her success or her failure, but she felt confident that she could persuade Junior to be his usual lustful self.
When he finally arrived home from the airport, he looked a bit haggard from the rigors of the trip and Victoria decided to try to persuade him to take a nap the moment she saw him. She ran up to greet him in her best loving- wife manner and immediately led him to the den where she had a pitcher of manhattans ready.
“Brett, sweetie, you look pooped,” Victoria said sympathetically as she handed him a powerful double drink. She sat down on the arm of the chair her husband had slumped down into and she gently stroked the back of his neck.
“It was a very difficult trip. The damn traffic gets worse every time I go to L.A.,” Brett complained. He liked being fussed over by his woman.
“Was everything okay with the machinery?” Victoria asked but she was wondering how many girls her horny husband had fucked. She knew Brett well enough to be certain that he hadn't just stuck to business.
“Christ! It was really tough, but I got a promise for an early delivery.” Brett thought that anything he said that sounded of a businesslike nature, she would swallow hook, line and sinker.
“Well, my precious angel, I may have a bad sense of timing, but I was so excited when I heard you were returning home, I called together a little welcoming party. I hope you don't mind, but there's no way to call it off without disappointing your mother and father,” Victoria knew that the best way to get her husband to go along with the plan was to sound reluctant herself.
“You mean Mater and Pater are coming here now?” Brett asked. He always referred to his parents in the Latin.
“No, sweetheart, later tonight. I've also invited some special guests as a favor to you,” Victoria replied. She could tell by her husband's expression that he was very pleased by the idea of a welcoming party and when she mentioned “special guests,” his eyebrows lifted with curiosity. They often used that term when referring to new members in the mate-swapping club and Victoria had used it now intentionally to stir up his curiosity. “Perhaps if you took a short nap, you would feel more like entertaining guests this evening,” she added.
“Yes, you're absolutely right,” Brett said and he sipped on his manhattan waiting for Victoria to explain further.
When she said nothing, Brett grew impatient. “Who else will be coming, I asked!”
“Oh, the new head accountant for Stover Enterprises, the Andrew Hewitts. You remember him, darling. He just started working for your father a short while ago.” Victoria saw the great disappointment on her husband's face so she went immediately on. “Perhaps you've never met his wife, Anita. I suppose they've only been married for a short time, one of those young-middle age marriages. She's only in her early twenties and I understand she's quite concerned with Andrew's getting ahead.” Victoria could see that Brett understood what she wanted him to know and he smiled up at her.
“I think I will take that snooze, darling,” Brett said, standing up from the chair. Victoria had arranged the kind of welcome-home present that he enjoyed more than anything else and he took her in his arms and kissed her. “You really do care about me, my sweet angel,” he said and he squeezed her shapely asscheeks fondly.
Victoria returned Brett's caresses by pressing her cunt into his asscheeks. “I know how it pleases you to keep employees wives in line, but darling, I'm really being selfish myself. It's what you do to me afterwards that I look forward to,” she said, smiling. Brett would always be particularly imaginative fucking her after he had gotten some perverse pleasure out of using his position to force an employee's wife to fuck him and Victoria knew that her husband would easily believe that was her reason for helping him set Anita Hewitt up.
“I'll wake you in plenty of time for dinner, my precious,” Victoria added and she threw a kiss to Brett as he went upstairs to bed.
Pleased and smiling to herself, Victoria checked the time before going down to the den where they held their parties. Everything was going just as planned and she knew that she wouldn't have to be bothered by her husband. He would be taken care of for the evening by Anita Hewitt and Victoria was quite sure that Anita would cooperate without really knowing that she was being cruelly used. Victoria could recognize her type from a mile away as Anita was very much like herself. The main difference was that Anita would fuck with Brett out of her jealousy of Victoria and not because Brett could arrange to have Andrew fired. “No,” Victoria thought, “Anita is out for whatever she can get too, and she'll play up to Brett in hopes of winning him from me.” Victoria laughed loudly as she realized that if nothing else succeeded that evening she would at least have the great pleasure of getting back at Andrew for having taken part in setting her up for her father-in-law. Andrew would be damned mad to find out his young wife was being fucked half to death by Victoria's husband, Brett, Junior.
