Eduard walked to the door and opened it. "Thank you, Emily," he said. Then, turning to his wife and their guest, and with a remarkable change in demeanour, he added: "Shall we?" If Emily noticed Joanna's discomfiture she gave no outward sign. The woman, after nodding to Eduard, turned and made her way to the dining room where her labours were laid out on the table. "Thank you, Emily," Eduard repeated and smiled. "I think we can manage ourselves from here." Then added in apparent afterthought, "I know, why don't you take an early night. What do you say— ladies," he turned and bowed his head to Carla and Joanna in turn "—shall we look after ourselves for a change? Let Emily get home?"
Carla smirked and turned her face from the bemused Emily. This was beyond the normal course of an evening in this household. Eduard was usually so particular and difficult. A fair employer, but an employer with high standards – standards he demanded were maintained.
"Yes, of course," Joanna blurted and then gave a high, brittle laugh. Grimacing at her own obvious nervousness she hurried on, anxious for the woman to be gone. "Excellent suggestion, Eduard. Of course we can take care of ourselves." Joanna looked across to Carla, her expression imploring, but the dark-haired woman appeared to be amused and in no hurry to come to Joanna's rescue. Instead she picked up her wine glass and sipped delicately as she regarded Joanna over the rim of the glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Emily, to Joanna's relief, eventually left. The three people regarded each other over the vast table, the food untouched and forgotten.
"So—" Carla was the first to speak "—now what, Eduard?" She reached down for her purse and, ignoring Eduard's curled lip, took a packet of cigarettes out and offered it to Joanna. She offered her lighter and lit Joanna's cigarette before lighting her own and inhaling deeply. She watched for Eduard's reaction, the glint of amusement never leaving her eye.
Eduard stared at her with an expression of cold hatred. "Is this a game to you, Carla?" There was no reply. "Well ... Is it?"
"It's fun, Eduard," Carla responded after blowing a jet of smoke at the ceiling."We're just having fun. For God's sake, we're two healthy women; we're still young—" Carla gestured a hand towards Joanna before sweeping her fingers across her own deep cleavage "—and we're both gorgeous specimens; fine physical forms. Are we not, brother-in-law?" she mocked finally. "I lusted after your wife. I pursued her and I got her." Carla sucked vehemently at her cigarette, the first sign of real feeling she'd displayed so far. She regarded her brother-in-law through the smoke. "It's not really about the sex, is it, Eduard," She asked in a sly tone. "It's about the control. That's what it is." She laughed – a rich sound from deep in her throat. "You can't stand the thought of anyone taking what you regard as yours. I know you, Eduard. I know your brother ... and he's far, far worse than you." Carla took one final, extended drag on her cigarette and then, in a gesture calculated to irritate Eduard, she carelessly dropped the butt into the soup tureen.
Eduard glanced at his silent spouse as she sat along the table a short distance from his right hand. She smoked in nervous puffs as she watched the scene develop in front of her; the situation entirely beyond her control. "Have you nothing to say?" He saw, on the periphery of his vision, Carla rise from her seat. "Joanna ...?" He continued but his wife's attention was now focused on Carla as she moved behind the seated woman.
Carla leaned low and, with her eyes fixed firmly upon Eduard's, she lifted Joanna's chin and tilted the blonde woman's head so they were facing each other. "Kiss me," Carla whispered, "Kiss me, mia cara."
Eduard gazed at his wife and sister-in-law as, tentatively at first, Joanna pursed her lips for the kiss. Carla moaned into her lover's mouth and kissed with increasing fervour before eventually pushing her tongue deep into Joanna's mouth. Joanna moaned now too as the lust ignited. Her tongue rolled against Carla's in a slick, serpentine dance. The couple continued to kiss as Carla reached for the hem of Joanna's décolletage, and, in one easy movement, pulled the neckline of Joanna's evening gown down and rolled her full, round breasts into view.
"Joanna ..." Eduard began but was interrupted by Carla's low voice.
"Look at her Eduard. Look at your wife's gorgeous breasts. Look at how they hang there, perfect, so succulent, so positively glorious." She smiled that sly smile again and cupped Joanna's globes in the palms of her hands. Her thumbs moved over the nipples and caused the flesh there to tighten. She hefted Joanna's tits and offered them to Eduard. "Come over here, Eduard. Don't just sit there with your mouth hanging open. Come and suck your wife's tits." Carla tuned back to Joanna and, after taking Joanna's forgotten cigarette from her fingers and dropping it into the soup tureen, kissed her again.
Eduard stared at the scene nonplussed. If he'd been questioned during the cold light of day he would have stated definitely that if such a scene were to transpire that he'd take swift action to put a stop to it. The idea, in logical thought, was ludicrous. That he'd sit and allow another person to bare his wife's breasts at his table – in his presence – and to watch them kiss ... No, Eduard would have been adamant that this could not be a true event, but ...
"I'm going to take her upstairs, Eduard. We're going to her bedroom and I'm going to have her lick me. And once she's licked me to orgasm I'm going to kiss her so I can taste myself on her tongue, and then I'm going to dip my tongue into
her
dripping honeypot – and you know she's a juicy bitch, don't you, Eduard? You know how sweet she tastes."
Eduard, to his surprise, found his cock stiff at Carla's portrayal of future events. He wanted to watch his wife and his beautiful sister-in-law. He wanted to join them. He resisted the sudden urgency to touch his cock, but he could feel the first seepage of his arousal leaking from the single eye. He realised then that Carla could do as she pleased. His voice, when he spoke, was a near croak: "Take her upstairs."
Joanna blinked at her husband's words. She experienced a thrill of excitement when she eventually grasped his meaning. She looked at Eduard for a moment and then turned her attention to Carla. Then, after a final glance at her husband, she stood, and, with her breasts swinging, gripped Carla's proffered hand and was led out of the dining room.
Eduard reached for the glass of red wine at his hand. He drank the entire volume in one draught. Then, deliberately controlling his speed, he went to the library and poured another generous measure of Southern Comfort. He sipped in meditative silence for a few minutes and then, with the glass in hand, and anticipation squirming in his guts, he mounted the stairs.
The scene, when he arrived, caused a second frisson of arousal and he felt his penis thicken and grow again. Eduard noticed briefly the cold press of his earlier leakage inside his trousers, but soon forgot the minor discomfort as he watched his wife busy between Carla's thighs. Carla's eyes shone with lust and trouble even in the soft light given off by Joanna's bedside lamp. The woman's thighs, lean and smooth, were spread wide, her evening dress was carelessly rucked around her waist, and her breasts exposed in a similar fashion to her lover's. Carla smiled when Eduard appeared in the doorway. She was gently squeezing one large breast with one hand while the fingers of the other were entangled in Joanna's blonde hair.
"Your husband's here," she whispered and flicked a red-tipped finger across her nipple. "He's come to watch you get fucked," she added in a voice close to a purr. "What do you think, Eduard, did you know I had such big tits? Have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck me?" The urge to masturbate was overpowering. Eduard considered relenting, just relinquishing all control and unzipping his flies and reaching for his cock. There was something holding him back even now. From her supine position Carla still managed to reach forward and grasp a handful of Joanna's evening gown. She pulled at the material and the hem of the garment slid over the woman's thighs and buttocks until the peach of her derriere was revealed. "Your wife has a gorgeous backside, Eduard—" Then in an aside to Joanna "—Oh, yes, darling, finger my hole too. Lick me and finger my hole." Carla gave Eduard a lewd, theatrical wink. "You know," she continued, "for a novice Joanna has a fantastic technique. I think she's going to make me come very quickly ..." Carla groaned and closed her eyes. She took hold of Joanna's hair and forced her mound against the woman's face.
Finally relenting to the overwhelming urges brought about by the wanton display, Eduard unzipped his trousers and lifted the length of his cock from inside. He walked to the side of the bed and saw, for the first time, Joanna's face in profile as she slurped and sucked at Carla's body. The sight of his sister-in-law's shaven mound and sodden labia invoked a groan from Eduard; Joanna paused for a moment to regard him.
"Eduard," she whispered. "Eduard, I'm so ... I'm so ... Fuck ... This is so wrong, Eduard, but ... I can't help myself." Joanna reached for her husband's erection. She waggled her fingers in a sign for him to come closer. "I want you to fuck me, Eduard," she murmured and, as her hand closed around his girth, Joanna turned to lick her lover's sex once again.
