"Harder!" a woman's voice cried. Trix's voice. "So big! So fucking big! Harder!"
My heart hammering, I raced up the stone stairs and through the great oak doors, looking around frantically for Trix. The vast marble hall was full of people moving about in groups, chatting, drinking, eating. What was most astonishing was the variety of people, from French aristocracy to Roman centurions, to coal miners and US Air Force and more.
It was a film set. It had to be. There was even a cinema screen against one wall, people crowded around, watching what looked like porn, a generic Adonis ramming a thick cock into a shaven pussy. "Oh, yes!" the starlet cried, turning to look lustfully at the camera. "Hurry! My husband will be home any moment!"
It was Trix, her dark eyes burrowing into my soul. The horror and embarrassment of it! I would have fallen if Virgin hadn't supported me. "Aye, she's a beauty, that one." With one hand spare, he returned to his stroking, gazing in adoration at my wife.
The Adonis grunted, pulling his cock out until only the tip of the formidable shaft was still embedded. "Let him drink my cum from your sweet, tight cunt." The tip withdrew, and creamy cum gushed from the glistening lips and trickled down her thighs.
"Not so tight now," she said, laughing. "I'll hardly feel his tiny prick, now that I've been fucked by a real man."
My head was spinning and I struggled to breathe. Was it really possible? Was that really Trix? My Trix? My Trix had never shaved her pubes like that. But those eyes... That voice...
The betrayal of it! It proved I was right all along. She was a slut. A whore. A bitch. She deserved everything she'd get, as soon as... "Where's the door?" I snarled, looking around. There were many doorways, but none leading outside.
Virgin had shuffled up behind a woman in a French maid costume. She was talking to her friends in an animated fashion, and seemed oblivious to the old man until his cum arced out, splashing onto her skirt and stockings. She whirled round and screeched, "Fuck off, Virgin."
He retreated quickly, but winked happily at me. "She likes it really. Tell me, is she licking her fingers?" He didn't wait for an answer - but he was right. "Come," he said. "I'll find your Trix. To the bathroom!"
*
The door was well labelled, if disappointingly plain for its setting. I left behind the historical film set for a surreal post-modern men's bathroom. The walls of the cubicles were glass. The basins and freestanding toilet bowls were glass. Even the wall to the women's bathroom was glass, the only privacy being the back-to-back nature of the arrangement.
Though they were front-to-front now, all cubicles occupied on both sides, gentlemen standing, ladies sitting, cocks thrust through holes in the glass to meet eager lips, sighs of manly pleasure mixing with moans of womanly delight, accompanied inevitably by the slurping of cocks and the impatient thumping of pelvises against glass.
"She's exquisite in the flesh," Virgin said, his cock erect once more. "You're a lucky man to have known her."
I followed his gaze to a woman I could not see clearly, half-hidden as she was behind the brute of a man whose cock she was sucking with abandon. As I moved to see her more clearly, to see my wife, unmistakable even with her jaw stretched wide by a shaft of impressive girth, she glanced up at me for a moment, the mutual recognition clear - but faltered not, and seemed almost to dismiss me.
"Trix!" I screamed, banging on the cubicle door, but neither Trix nor the brute reacted.
I ran from the bathroom, intending to find the door to the other, but must have taken the wrong exit. I stumbled out into a corridor, as quiet and empty as the main hall had been loud and full. Ancient portraits of ancient men and women lined the walls. I searched for the door to the other bathroom, but found no way in.
Virgin joined me. "Look through here," he said, showing me a peep hole, and I put my eye to it.
It was Trix. I couldn't see all of her, but I was sure. She was side-on to me, fully undressed now and with her bum pressed to the glass divide. I could see the brute's thick cock pounding into her through the glory hole, her breasts swinging in rhythm. "Trix!" I yelled, banging my fist against the wall, but there was no sign she heard, and none that she cared.
I slumped to the floor, a pain in my chest as if my heart might break. "Why is she doing this to me?"
"It's not the why, mate," Virgin said. "It's the who. Though a better question would be who isn't she doing?"
A hidden door opened beside me suddenly and Trix emerged, bare and unbearably beautiful. From my vantage on the floor, I had a close view of her pussy, framed by her blonde pubes, leaking cum. "Trix!"
I leapt to my feet, but she raced away, her laughter echoing along the corridor. I chased after, and she darted through a doorway and slammed the door shut, locking it. Even as I tried and failed to get through, I heard her scream, and I dropped to my knees to spy through the keyhole.
Someone that I couldn't see properly put a harness over her head, complete with a bit between her teeth. Someone else fastened a belt about her waist, a chastity belt with plugs for both. She squealed as they were pushed into her and the belt locked in place.
