"He didn't ask me," Claire admitted. "Besides, it's a business meeting of sorts and he doesn't like me to concern myself with his job."
There was a pause at the other end of the line. Claire could hear only some laughter until Francine said, "Two friends are visiting me here at the house. Maybe you'd like to join us."
"That'd be nice ... but Matt would be furious if he knew I'd gone out without letting him know," the young blonde demurred.
"Who does Matt Raines think he is?" Francine demanded haughtily.
Claire lit a cigarette nervously. The alcohol had burned off some of the nervousness she'd felt earlier and replaced it with an exciting tingle coursing deliciously over the surface of her skin. "You know, I was just wondering the same thing myself," the slightly tipsy wife said with unusual bitterness.
"Come on, Claire," Francine continued. "I've got two very rich, very good -- looking friends. We'll drink some Hassa -- that's an Arabian aphrodisiac, you know -- and maybe have a little fun. Everything you can imagine, with beautiful -- girls and handsome men. If that doesn't relax you, I don't know what will."
"Hassa? Two men?" Claire repeated. Her friend had to be kidding!
But Francine went on, "You're a beautiful girl, Claire, and you deserve to have your fun. I can't stand to see you waste your life waiting for that no-good husband of yours to pay attention to you."
The lonely young wife was convinced. "It's late now," Claire said. "I'll only be able to stay until midnight, then I've got to get back."
Filled now with excited determination, she hung up and changed quickly into a low-cut black dress. After a brisk sweep of the comb through her blonde hair and a dab of makeup. on her cheeks she was on her way down the elevator. For the first time she could remember since her marriage, Claire was in a rebellious mood. Who does he think he is, indeed! she thought in the cab, savoring what Francine had said. Grant didn't have to be so damn condescending. It was as if he thought of her as a child who didn't know any better.
Well, she really hadn't known what she had been doing when she flirted with Calvin Rhodes, but she sure as hell knew what she was doing now!
-two-
Claire Raines knocked nervously on Francine's door and waited for it to open. After a few minutes, she knocked again, irritated that Francine would go out when she was expecting her. After a few more knocks and no answers Claire tried the door herself, and finding it unlocked, she stepped inside. It could very well be that Francine had just not heard her at the door. She might be out on the terrace with her friends or something. Deciding this was probably the case, Claire picked her way carefully toward the French windows on the other side of the living room.
As she walked further into the room, she noticed that a candle was burning in a little alcove by the bar and another in the hall leading to the kitchen. Claire made her way to the candle with the intention of using it to find her way around the house and finding Francine. She picked the candle up in her hand and turned back to the darkened living room. Then, almost dreamily, she paused.
A sound had come from behind a closed door next to the windows. Voices! She thought maybe Francine was in bed with some man. Maybe she'd better leave immediately!
A slight twinge of anger stirred in her at the possibility that Francine expected her to wait outside while she and some man screwed. Picking up her purse, Claire was just about to leave when she heard a man's voice say in French, "Who the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?"
Claire stopped, translated it again. "Who in the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?" the man had said. It came out that way the second time she translated it too.. At first she'd thought she'd heard incorrectly, or translated badly. Involuntarily, she found herself wondering what he was talking about.
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation, also in French, of, "Ohhhh, do that again! It's wonderful! Don't stop ... don't stop! Ooooohhhh!"
Claire's breath caught in her throat. Moving across the room she saw that the door to the library wasn't quite closed, and she peered into the darkened room located off the living room.
From a candle placed on the big desk she distinguished two naked bodies on the floor locked in a sensual embrace of fucking that caused her to freeze in shock. Francine was lying on her back with her knees raised high in the air, and a dark-haired man was sliding down between her wide-splayed legs until his head was over her naked, curl -- fringed pussy. Then she heard Francine's murmured words, words broken and swallowed and spat with passion, and now she found herself listening, sheer curiosity forbidding her to leave.
Claire's heart pounded wildly. She'd never watched two people actually fucking before -- she'd never imagined it would look like this, and it seemed so strange that they were talking in French.
"Oh yes, darling, lick it ... lick it! Eat my cunt! Ohhhh, it's beautiful ..."
The dumfounded blonde wife could not believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her belly and she blinked her eyes that were hazy from drink, trying to bring them into proper focus to assure herself that she was actually seeing correctly. Francine had clutched at the man's dark hair with both hands and was desperately grinding her nakedly exposed cunt up against his face.
Momentarily, Claire. thought she saw his tongue lash out snakelike and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the brunette's quivering pussy, then little mewling sounds bean to emit from her friend's contorted mouth. The horribly depraved scene was beyond belief, and Claire took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. It was so much like what she and Grant had done.
She tried to clear her head, to think straight. She and Francine had talked openly about oral fucking, but somehow Claire had never believed anybody really did it until she and Matt had licked each other. But my God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust before.
"Harder, darling! Suck harder!" Claire heard her girlfriend exclaim. "Yes, yes, like that ... ohhhh!"
Well ... it wasn't her business, the shocked blonde reminded herself, and something within advised her to turn away and leave before they heard her. But the salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. They actually fascinated her -- yes, aroused her, too, affecting her in a way she would never have dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she felt a strange light-fingered palpitation deep up between her own trembling thighs. And then the exciting sensations increased as the man wagged and bobbed his head furiously, making vile, wet, sucking noises over Francine's splayed-open cunt.
"Aaaaagh," the brunette groaned, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled responsively across Claire's arms and up to her heaving titties, now beginning to rise and fall heavily in vicarious arousal, making the nipples distend against her bra.
As her eyes adjusted to the light in the library behind the door, she could see his lashing tongue more clearly now, working animal like in lewd subjugation at the widespread tightness of Francine's pussy hole, and she could see the contortions on her face above the nakedly trembling tits.
Suddenly he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her rotating ass-cheeks, and she jerked her legs high until her kneecaps were touching her jiggling tits, exposing the whole moist plane of her wetly glistening pussy to her lewdly incited lover. He flicked his tongue into her tight, little puckered asshole beneath, and Claire stared mesmerized by the lascivious sight. A long low moan escaped from the dark-haired man arid she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious irresistible sensation it sent racing out of control through her squirming body.
"Oooooh, don't stop, don't stop!" Francine whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot flicking tongue, licking without mercy at her tiny asshole. "Shove your finger in there! Yes, like that! Oh, yes, stick it in my asshole!"
Claire could hardly breathe now; the excited rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry and the throbbing sensation between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making her excruciatingly aware of her own pulsating cunt. Unconsciously, she, reached down and lewdly stroked her own tingling pussy through her dress.