make a defensive comment. 'T-that proves they were together. But it still doesn't mean they were doing anything wrong.'
'Better take another big slug of vodka, Linda. You're going to need it,' was Furness' answer.
She needed no coaxing this time. She took over half the remaining liquid in one quick swallow, coughing slightly from the burning effect in her throat. Furness switched the recorder on again. She could hear the sounds of heavy breathing, movement on a bed, and then Grace Furness again.
'You want to fuck me again, don't you?'
'Yes, God, yes I want to!' Tommy's voice answered, almost breathless with excitement.
'Ohhh, nooo!' Linda wailed in disbelief. Worse than hearing the lewd, obscene words on the tape was hearing that word 'again'. So Tommy had been going around with other women! At least with one other woman – Grace Furness, his best friend's wife.
There was a slight pause in the voices, but the breathing became heavier and she could hear a more intense movement on the bed.
'How?'
'I want to fuck you deeper and harder than you've ever been fucked before.'
Tommy's voice came through with a guttural passion she had never heard him use in their own love- making. She sat thunderstruck, her face flushing a bright red from the humiliation of listening to her own husband making love to another man's wife with that man sitting right in front of her.
'Oh, God, fuck me now before I die!'
There was another long delay while unmistakable sounds came to Linda – sounds of clothes hurriedly ripped from a man's body. The shrill sound of a zipper being undone came through loud and clear.
And then the springs of the bed gave a loud squeak, followed by the voices again.
'Ohhhhhhhh! Put it in, darling. Hurry and put it in me!'
Fred Furness maintained his outward appearance of indignation as he heard his wife moaning in the excitement of abandoned intercourse with Linda Singleton's husband, but an inward sadistic satisfaction coursed through him as he watched the horrified helpless expressions crossing the young bride's face. He felt his cock jerk slightly in his pants as he saw her knees fall apart, unnoticed in her state of shock. A small white band of nylon panties was plainly visible under her mini-skirt as she sat immobile across from him. God, he wanted to grab her now and throw it to her on the bed while they listened to the tape of her husband screwing his wife Grace. But he knew women well enough by now to realize he had to wait until she had recovered from the shock, until anger had set in. There was nothing a wronged woman wouldn't do for revenge, no matter how moralistic she might be under normal circumstances. He could bide his time for a while and give her temper the opportunity to build up.
'Ohhhhhhh! God, it feels good! Hurt me! Put your finger in my ass!' Fred's wife droned on.
Linda's hands were shaking, almost out of control. She turned up the glass and drained the last of the drink he had given her in a futile attempt to blot out the ugly pictures forming in her mind. In spite of herself she visualized her husband grunting and sweating over the woman whose voice moaned from the tape. It was like seeing the faded dirty movies she had heard described in risque whispers at cocktail parties before she was married. It seemed to her she could even feel the rhythm of the two twisting and churning bodies locked together in obscene intercourse as she heard their gasps and groans coupled with the slight squeaking of the bed.
Other words cane through, ugly and lewd-sounding, words she had seldom heard spoken before and that, in her innocence, she had almost forgotten existed. Finally she heard the woman's cry of fulfillment coming as if from a great distance, and her whole body stiffened almost as though in sympathy with the other's orgasm. Then she heard the louder, deeper groans of wildly abandoned excitement.
Tommy's groans!
My God! she thought. What was the woman doing to him? He sounded like he was going out of his mind with ecstasy!
A low, earth-shaking moan rumbled up from Tommy's throat, signaling his obvious climax, and Linda flushed at the thoughts running through her head. She found herself trying to picture what she herself could do to elicit such a strong response from her husband. All of a sudden she wished she could actually see what was happening, and she glanced at the bed in front of her where it had all taken place.
Fred Furness reached over and flipped the switch to turn the recorder off.
'I think that's enough,' he said, a forced note of anger in his voice. He was anxious to get to this delicious blonde sitting only a few feet from the bed where he wanted her. 'Anyway, it proves my point.'
Linda could think of nothing more to say. She sat there as if in a hypnotic trance caused by the shock she had just gone through.
Fred got up and walked across to where she was sitting, gently taking the empty glass from her hand to keep her from dropping it and placing it on a table. He looked down at her with false sympathy in his eyes.
'What are we going to do about it?' he asked in an even voice.
'Oh, God, God, I don't know,' Linda blurted out, dropping her head into her hands and sobbing like a small child. 'I j-just didn't think Tommy would ever do a thing like that.'
'What about me?' Furness demanded in an angry tone, ignoring the way she was crying into her hands before him. 'I'm just as much hurt by it as you are.' He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the whiteness of her almost completely exposed upper thighs. The lewdly excited older man could clearly see the 'vee' up between her legs now and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied their delicious fullness. Obscene thoughts of how tight her wet little pussy would feel passed maddeningly through his mind.
Shrewdly calculating his every move, he allowed her a few minutes for the initial emotional reaction to wear off, and then took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and began to gently dry her eyes. He did it slowly, not wanting to make any sudden move that would destroy her confidence in his presence. He knew that his wife Grace would be coming with Tommy Singleton within the next hour and he would have to get her in his power before that moment came. He had seen nothing but contempt in Linda's eyes until now and he knew it was going to be a difficult proposition, but the effect of the tape was gradually changing things in his favor and it wouldn't be long now until he could have her right where he wanted her.
'I-I guess you think I'm an idiot carrying on this way, Fred,' Linda sobbed up at him from her sitting position.
'No, of course not. More than anybody else right now, I can understand how you feel. It's the same for me, believe me,' he said in a tone of controlled outrage.
'I'm sorry. I-I just didn't think of how it must make you feel. I was so shocked I didn't even think about the fact it was your wife that he was – was – doing it to.' She stumbled over the words as she tried to think of a way to express what she wanted to say. Finally, the unhappy young bride straightened herself in the chair and looked directly into Fred Furness' eyes.
'W-what do you think we can do about it?' Linda asked hesitantly. 'We can't change what's happened now.'
'I know what we should do about it, but I'm sorry to say that it won't work,' he said, looking down at the floor as if he was ashamed of what he had to say to her.
'W-what do you mean?' Linda stammered.
He stood up suddenly in mock anger and slapped his clenched fist into his left palm. 'We should give them a taste of their own medicine. Let them know what it feels like to find out that your wife or husband is making out with someone else. That would teach them a lesson they would never forget.' He paused a moment and then slowly added, 'But we can't do that – for a reason that Tommy knows very well. I should never have told him I had anything wrong, damn it! Then maybe this would never have happened.'
'I don't understand, Fred,' Linda told him in a tone of rising hysteria.
Fred stared at her for a long time and then blurted out, 'I haven't been able to do anything sexually for Grace for several months now. The doctor says I'm impotent.'
Linda felt pity and sudden understanding flood into her as she heard the words. Then she recalled Tommy's remarks to that effect earlier. That explained why Grace would do such a thing, and she felt sorry for both her and Fred. But she still couldn't forgive her own husband for taking advantage of the situation. It was the most cruel thing he could have done to his so-called best friend, not to mention the way it made Linda herself feel. She was so ashamed for the actions of her husband that she could hardly meet Fred's eyes. Then suddenly what Fred had
