unheard of immunity to the filthy stuff, but there were still times when it brought him some solace… hardly tonight though.
He was still raging over learning that Dianne had been nosing about in his study, poking at forbidden things to learn what she could. He'd wanted to hurt her, he was so damned outraged; but after, as usual, he'd been sorry for losing his temper and striking her. There was little to be done about it now, though; the damage had been effected. Instead, he'd tried to forget: elated with the knowledge that the Reed Machine was behind him, and excitement mounting inside hint at the prospects of a bout between the sheets with Tonya Faro.
He had intentionally ignored Dianne all through dinner, lavishing his attentions on the Commissioner's sensually attractive, dark-eyed wife, his own version of public punishment. He read his beautiful blonde mate's hurt in her every longing expression toward him, her lovely hazel eyes dampened and ready to brim over at any given moment; there was a sense of power in that, too, he thought.
Tonya Faro stimulated him to no end. Once, she had reached beneath the table and caressed his inner thigh, making his penis jump like a surprised rabbit. He'd gulped tightly, wondering of a sudden just how he was going to whisk her away from in under the noses of Dianne and the Commissioner without creating a scene. Not that he was worried about A.C.: that end of it was all understood, but Dianne was another story… then, Faro had suggested he and Dianne have a drink at the bar, and that was all the leeway they needed.
In the parking lot, before climbing into his T-Bird, Tonya had wrapped both arms around his neck, glued her lips to his own and slithered her tongue deep into his mouth. He'd placed both hands on her firm, round buttocks and clawed her to him, feeling her pelvis grinding tightly in lewd little fucking motions against his already hardening prick. Then, she had eased back and reached down to feel of it with her small hand.
'Hmmmmmm, I think I'm going to be proud of you, lover,' she breathed warmly into his mouth. 'It feels like a sizable ingot of iron.'
Mark ran his hands down over the protruding, rounded cheeks of her buttocks, lifting them from beneath, then, traced the separating cleft with his finger all the way down to the backs of her inner thighs causing her to shudder excitedly against him. Her full firm breasts burrowed into his chest and he sucked at her lips, then shot his own tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat. She nibbled at it gently, another shudder coursing over her.
'Come on,' he said. 'Let's go to my place. I've waited long enough for this night.'
'You've waited…?' she said as he opened the door and helped her in. Then, as he was climbing in on the other side. 'Do you know how long I've waited for this, Mark Coleman?'
He smiled over at her. 'How long?'
'Never mind, damn you,' she said, swiveling about in the seat crazily. The bucket seats didn't make it easy for her, but before he had maneuvered the vehicle from the parking area she had his zipper open and his prick out, both hands, one above the other, clutching it.
'My God, Darling! It's beautiful!' she exclaimed, as she began to work the thick foreskin up and down, worming her head from beneath his driving arm.
Mark felt his breath lump in his chest as the unmistakable wetness of her lips slipped down like warm vibrant liver over the head of the jerking shaft. She went on sliding the heavy layer of skin up and down as her tiny tongue worked maddeningly, flicking into the split of its tip, then swirling in a wild rotation first clockwise then counter-clockwise around the smooth spongy head.
Christ, if she kept that up he'd cum right now! He had all he could do to keep the car on his side of the road… and then they were going up Coleman Hill, and finally into the big circle drive. At last, he cut the engine.
'We're here, Baby,' he said, running his hand through her short dark hair. 'You really want to suck that… come inside with me… maybe, you'll even get your little cunt licked.'
She raised up, her eyes glazed in the near darkness as she looked at him.
'Oh, my God!' she gasped heatedly at the mere suggestion of it.
'You liked to get your cunt licked, Baby?' he whispered, taking her face between his hands to kiss her.
'Oh… oh, God yes! Yes, yes, I do! Please, please, let's hurry…'
A.C. Faro drove slowly toward his home, pretending to keep his eyes on the near deserted street, but simultaneously watching Dianne Coleman's thighs beside him out of the corner of his eye. She hadn't spoken in the five minutes it had taken to come this far from the club, but he was determined that she would make the first effort toward conversation; then, he would proceed from there. It was an old police gimmick one used when he had a hard-nut, an untalkative one to crack… and well should he know, he thought, a momentary flickering of all those grueling years passing through his mind. It hadn't been an easy climb; whatever he had now, he'd earned…
'Do you think they'll be there, Mr. Faro?' she spoke suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.
'I… I don't know, Dear,' he said, purposely faltering. 'Sometimes… she takes them home… other times, she goes… God knows where.'
He saw her looking directly at him.
'You mean… she'd done this before? Gone off with someone else…?'
He chuckled lightly, 'I'm sure you're not that naive, Dianne,' he said, using her name softly. 'You've been at the club enough to know about the swap arrangements.'
'Y-Yes… I know,' she replied thinly. 'So…?' he shrugged. 'There's your answer.'
Dianne twisted uneasily in her seat. She'd guessed as much all along, hadn't she? Mark had intended this… had even threatened her if she dare do anything to… to 'upset his applecart' as he had so nicely put it. Thank God, she was with a gentleman, at least.
All of Mark's love-filled little petitions and questions of earlier in the day came back to her. 'Being a politician's wife isn't always easy, Baby… sometimes, it calls for tremendous sacrifices… I may have to count on that, Darling… please don't let me down, will you?' She sensed the hot tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks, and A.C. Faro's eyes were upon her.
'I-I'm sorry,' she managed. 'I just can't help it.'
'I understand,' Faro replied gallantly. 'Go ahead, maybe you'll feel better.'
'No… no! I refuse to cry over that bastard!' she spat in sudden anger.
Faro nodded. 'Just as well,' he said. 'I doubt that it'll gain you much.'
Momentarily, Dianne was silent, but in spite of all the drinks she had had, her brain was beginning to function in more normal patterns. She was getting hold of herself. She said, 'We were supposed to swap… exchange partners tonight, weren't we?'
'Supposed to… yes. But of course, it has to be a mutual agreement…'
'You've been a perfect gentleman, you know,' Dianne said meaningfully.
'Really? I thought I was out of line back there on the sun-deck…'
She made a little laugh. 'Lord… who wouldn't be, with what we were watching? I-I've never seen anything like that in my life. I'm still… still upset.'
'Upset?'
'Well… whatever you call it,' she laughed again, embarrassedly.
A.C. Faro smiled. She was coming nicely, he thought. 'Only a natural reaction to a natural function,' he said.
Dianne could feel the anger rising up inside her at Mark's deception. She couldn't rid herself of the feeling, suddenly, of how she had been used, and what he… her very own husband, had expected of her. Well… he'd never lied about it really, had he? He'd married her for a purpose… an image among other things… a vote-getter when all else was laid aside. She was a tool for the cause… arid God help her should she not perform to his advantage.
'Mr. Faro…' she started.
'A.C.,' he cut her short.
'All right… A.C., what happens to Mark's political career if I fail him… refuse to perform?'
Beautiful, A.C. thought. Perfect. He managed a gentlemanly shrug. 'In this county…? He's dead,' he said flatly.
'Like that?'
'Exactly, like that.'
'Why?' Dianne questioned. 'My God, why?'
