just remembered that I left some papers in my car which I wanted to leave here for your son.” Without waiting for Margaret to say a word, he turned quickly and hurried from the room.
Staring at the martini in the glass she held, Margaret felt saddened by Andrew's obvious fear of her. She had somehow hoped in the back of her mind that he would suggest that they get together and fuck again and she realized that it was impossible as Andrew had become too dependent upon Margaret's husband. But, she couldn't help thinking that Andrew Hewitt was not really attracted to her in the first place. She finished her drink quickly and when she set the glass down and turned she realized that she was alone in the room. She was feeling a dull, aching sensation in her wet, throbbing pussy and she wondered whether it was due to the drink or being with Andrew Hewitt that had brought the feeling upon her. She supposed that it had been from thinking about the fucking experience in her Roman bath the other night and she felt angered by the fact that she could do nothing about it. She wanted to go home and she got up from the bar, wobbling slightly as she stood up. She decided to find her son and have him ask Gerald or even Nora McCarthy to drive her home. As usual, she could say she had a sudden headache.
Margaret walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the staircase. She would have gone up the stairs if she hadn't thought she heard her son's voice coming from a room to the right. The door was closed and she rapped lightly on it, expecting to receive a response. When nothing happened, she opened the door to check the room and her mind was suddenly thrown back to the day at The Oaken Bucket.
Inside the room on a bed, Brett, her son, was in the midst of furiously fucking Anita Hewitt and Margaret stared at their obscenely screwing bodies as if in a state of shock. They didn't even notice her standing in the doorway as they were both nearing their orgasm. Brett's mouth was locked tightly on Anita's mouth, but she was moaning her ecstasy from deep in her throat. Her long, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of him and up into the air each time Brett's prick slammed into the depths of Anita's cunt and it looked as though there was a lever in her pussy that fired her body into spasms when touched by the head of his hardened fuckstick. Anita's arms were wrapped tightly around his back and her fingernails dug deep red welts in his flesh. A white, glistening liquid covered Brett's gigantic pecker as he fucked in and out of Andrew Hewitt's wife's writhing twat and Margaret could clearly see the ragged hair-lined cunny lips at the opening fold in and out as he fucked his large pecker into her. Brett's sperm-filled balls kept slapping against her exposed shithole as he pushed hard into the depths of her womb and Anita had her legs thrown out so wide that it looked like she would rip in two. Her eyes were tightly shut and line appeared around them as she suddenly screamed with her mouth still locked tightly on Brett's lips. Her whole body began lurching violently under his driving whang, and when he rammed hard forward, Margaret could see his groin jerk with equal intensity to hers as they both started shooting their cums together. White-hot, sticky semen gushed out around the base of his thick dong pouring over his bushy cock hair to mat it down tightly against his pelvis. Their mutually intense ecstasy was like the collision of two high-speed race cars hitting head on, and it was so sensuous, Margaret felt her own cunt ignite like an inferno! She too wanted to cum!
Margaret gasped for air as she closed the door on the sight of her own son's fucking her recent lover's wife. She was shaking uncontrollably and she staggered down the hallway toward the den. She had just about succeeded in getting the thoughts of the cocktail lounge and her son and the redhead out of her mind, and now she had another image inscribed indelibly on her mind and memory. She wanted to shout her frustration and anger out loud, but her voice had left her. She ran up to the bar and grabbing the nearest bottle poured out the liquor spilling half the contents on the bar as she tried to stop her hand from its shaking. Margaret Stover drank the burning liquid as fast as she could get the contents of the glass into her mouth and feeling the flaming fluid in her throat, coughed and choked while still draining the glass.
Margaret Stover suddenly felt as though she were losing her mind! Her cunt was gasping and begging to be filled with a huge prick and there was no one around to fuck her. Her husband and Andrew had disappeared and Brett was fucking Anita in the room down the hall. She placed her fist in her mouth and bit down on it. She had to look around for a cock! She had to get fucked, and soon!
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Margaret Stover and Andrew Hewitt had walked to the bar, Victoria realized this was her big opportunity. She casually rubbed up against her father-in-law's thigh as he rubbed her asscheeks. Then, she quickly disengaged herself and linking her arm through his, led him through the door toward the game room. Brett walked quietly beside her knowing that his son was probably fucking the shit out of Anita Hewitt and wouldn't be in the way.
Victoria was anxious to show her father-in-law the “game” room. It was the room in which she and her husband entertained when they had the mate-swapping parties at their house and it had been especially prepared for just this occasion. In the center of the huge room was a large sunken bed where entertainment was put on for the members of the club. The room itself was the size of a small gym and surrounding the huge bed in the center of the room were two levels of wide, long, comfortable sofas where the guests could entertain themselves while still having an unobstructed view of the action on the bed.
Victoria and her husband had only recently added the room on, and it had only been used four times for the mate-swapping gatherings. The low-level lighting was such that the room seemed nearly dark when first entered, but as their eyes became adjusted to the darkness it was clear that the majority of the lighting was concentrated on the king-sized bed. Victoria began taking her clothes off as she and the older Stover approached the center of the room.
“Please fuck me right away, Brett darling. It's been two days since that beautiful night when you screwed me,” Victoria said quietly. She placed her hand against her father-in-law's pants to feel his erect, hard prick throbbing beneath the material.
Brett Stover was anxious to fuck his son's horny, hot young wife again but at the same time, he was prepared to teach her once and for all that he was the one in control.
He had felt that Victoria was setting something up when he arrived that evening, and he guessed that she wanted to be chased on the naive presumption that he would give her anything in the world just to fuck her. He was going to screw her but it would be on his terms and conditions. She would have to come crawling to him and beg for his mercy and only then would Brett fully be satisfied.
“Take off all your things, Victoria. I want to see your body completely in the nude,” Stover said to his daughter-in-law and he walked down to the mammoth bed in the middle of the game room.
Victoria took off her bra and panties while watching her father-in-law as he began undressing. She was wondering if her husband would think or care to find them when he got through fucking Anita Hewitt and she hoped that he would. She laughed to herself imagining Junior's expression if he were to walk in and find her being fucked silly by his own father. In fact, she hoped that Andrew and Margaret would be with him too. She felt sure that Andrew and Margaret would stay together at the bar in the party room until Junior returned and then they might all go looking for Victoria and Senior Stover was smiling as she went to join her father-in-law on the bed. She was glad that everything was going better than she had planned. She was convinced that a confrontation would occur that evening and the way Victoria saw it, she had to be the winner.
Victoria moved seductively toward the enormous bed where her father-in-law was waiting. She had learned two nights before that he wouldn't chase her, but she did know that he found her cunt hard to resist. The billionaire was lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows and his giant prick seemed to throb with excitement. A tiny spasm of heat in her pussy became greater as Victoria looked at the smooth, fleshy fuckstick with anticipation. She knelt down on the bed beside Brett Stover, feeling the blood flowing rapidly through it with the cool palm of her hand. Stover didn't move, so Victoria leaned down without uttering a word and blew her hot, sweet breath over the purple, mushroom donghead. Then, licking her lips with her pink tongue, she kissed the hot cock in her hand before taking it into her spit-moistened mouth. Her lips sucked hungrily on the stiffened pecker while her tongue swirled wetly over the rubbery prick flesh in her mouth.
The sensations in her soaking twat grew in intensity as she bobbed her head up and down the erect whang. She could feel the love-juice fluid from her panting cunt as it flowed out between the ragged pink pussy flesh beneath her sparsely hair-lined twat gash. She wanted his big cherry-smasher ramming into her pulsating, boiling, wet cunny but she was determined not to do anything until Brett asked her to do it. She touched the double sacs of
