"We'll just make an appearance, then leave as soon as we can," I said to my wife. My boss had invited us to his annual New Year's Eve party, and neither of us were enthusiastic about going. "Vince is just so arrogant around women, he makes my skin crawl," said Kathy. "Do we have to go at all?"
"I don't think he ever bought our excuse from last year," I replied. "Remember? We said we had to go to your mother's instead? He's been making comments at the office like maybe I'm not happy with the company, or something. If we don't go this year, I'm afraid my career will be on thin ice."
"Well, all right, then. But it consider it under protest. How long do you think we'll have to stay?" she asked.
"An hour, max. Less, if we can get away with it."
"Well, just make sure you don't leave my side. It gives me the creeps to be around Vince, especially if you're not around."
We finished getting ready, and I couldn't help admire Kathy's appearance. It was almost like she was asking for trouble with that gauzy top showing quite a lot of cleavage. And the tight short skirt that clung to her ass in a way that would be hard for any man to resist.
"You're not going to make things any easier by dressing like that," I said.
She arched her eyebrows at me. "Just trying to make that prick jealous about what he'll never have," she said, tossing her mane of auburn curls.
"Love you, baby," I said, chuckling.
"You know I love you, too."
The drive over to the boss's place took about forty minutes, as we hit some traffic, before arriving at his huge, secluded mansion. He had made a fortune, I knew, in the dot com boom, before he started up the commodities trading business where I had worked for two years. He was the consummate salesman, together with being a top flight financial guy. Usually, he had little trouble getting what he wanted by brains and force of personality. There were rumors, too, about his legendary appeal to women. That never seemed to affect Kathy much, though. She clearly didn't like the guy.
I had heard some loose talk here and there at the office that there was nothing Vince liked better than seducing the younger wives of his employees, often right in front of the husband.
"Yeah, I'd like to see him try that with her," I thought, smiling to myself. I was sure, as sure as you can be about these things, that Kathy hadn't been intimate with any other men since we got engaged in our third year of college. And things had been great in bed for us for all of our five years of marriage.
Vince greeted us at the door, a large drink in hand. As we entered a large foyer, someone came up to help us with our coats. Vince said, "Welcome Paul. And Kathy, you look good enough to eat," he laughed. "Glad you could get away from those family obligations this year," he said, his eyes narrowing just a bit.
"Hello Vince," Kathy said, with some reserve. "I hope you don't mind, but we can't stay too long. We have to get over to my sister's party later."
Vince gazed at my beautiful wife. "Well, maybe you'll just find it so enjoyable tonight you'll have a hard time leaving."
I looked at Vince, trying to figure out if he meant anything by that remark. He didn't really seem like anything special from a physical standpoint. About 5'10", a bit overweight, with his black hair starting to thin. I had to admit there was something compelling about his unbounded self-confidence, his steady unwavering gaze, and his low, smooth, insistent voice.
"Let me get you some drinks," he said, as we entered. "I had a very rare liqueur shipped in just yesterday from Guadeloupe. It's rumored to have some real special effects." He leaned toward Kathy and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, before turning and heading further into the house.
Kathy and I followed him through the large living room to the bar on the far side. Behind an assortment of spirits, there was a very large bartender, whose black shaved head glowed underneath the soft track lighting. "DeJuan, a bourbon for the gentleman and myself, and fix up a Dulce Erotique for the lady," said Vince.
Kathy began to object, but I nudged her. "Take it easy, it'll be fine. I'm right here. Besides, those stories about exotic aphrodisiacs are just male fantasies."
After DeJuan had presented Kathy with her tall, golden colored concoction, and Vince and I with ours, Vince raised his glass. "To love," he said. Vince and I sipped from ours, but Kathy quickly finished hers, and, to my surprise, asked for another. And, after ten minutes or so of more small talk, another, and then one more.
"Careful, Babe," I whispered.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm fine." Although there was something about her gaze now that looked a little distant, and her eyelids had lowered just a fraction.
Vince conducted a quick tour of the first floor for us. We'd never been there before. We passed dozens of other guests, some of whom I knew, but most were unfamiliar. Along the way, we all had a few more drinks. I had to admit, the place was furnished with great taste, including original paintings and sculptures scattered about.
"What's down that hallway?" Kathy asked, as we peered down a dark corridor, lit only by dim red overhead recessed lighting.
"I was hoping you'd ask," said Vince. "This is my favorite part of the house."
A faint rhythmic beat, more felt than heard, became noticeable as we proceeded down the hall. At the end was a large octagonal room, furnished only with cushions, arrayed in front of a huge television screen. Burning hookahs were strategically placed throughout, and the sweet smell of marijuana filled the air.
"Mmmm," Kathy said, surprising me a little. We had both smoked a bit in younger days, but never since we'd been married.
"Would you like?" said Vince. "It's a special blend from Morocco."
It looked like Kathy was feeling some effects from the exotic drinks, as she said "Oh my yes. Can we?"
Vince and I helped Kathy down to a pile of soft cushions, each of us sitting on either side of her. Was it my imagination, or was there a barely perceptible vibration in the floor underneath us?
The three of us took a series of long draws from the hookah, and relaxed to the sound of piano jazz, surrounding us from invisible speakers, with an insistent, thrusting beat behind it.
"Mmmmm, I haven't felt like this since college," Kathy said in a low voice. "I almost feel like I'm floating."
"Paul, do you mind if I have a dance with the lady?" asked Vince politely.
"Is it OK honey?" my beautiful wife said.
"Sure. But darling, save the last dance for me," I replied.
The two of them laughed as Vince lifted her from the cushions and guided her to the center of the room, onto a small, rather intimate parquet dance floor. At a distance of only fifteen to twenty feet, my view of them was just a little obscured by the swirling smoke in the room, which somehow seemed to just have gotten a bit thicker. Moving in the reddish light, it seem to form semitransparent crimson curtains which now obscured, and now revealed, the couple as Vince took Kathy in his arms.
At that moment, the large television screen lit up at the other end of the room, and I squinted to make out what it was displaying. Soon unmistakable images of the highest quality, hard core pornography came into view. The scene before my surprised eyes was a beautiful blonde with her legs spread wide, a man's head between her legs. Her head moved back and forth with sexual excitement, as her hands were behind the man's head, pressing him tighter to her pussy.
"Ahhh, ohhhh baby, lick me right there. Right there, ooooooohh" the sound from the video filled the room.
"This is trouble," I thought. "As soon as Kathy hears this, we're gone."
I peered through the dim light at Kathy and Vince dancing. You could tell right away that Vince was a really smooth dancer. They effortlessly moved together, with him holding her quite close. In fact, as I looked harder, I could see that his arm circling her waist had moved lower, so he was caressing the top of her ass. What's more, he was leaning close and whispering in her ear, and as she tilted her head forward to listen, I thought I heard her giggling playfully. Either she wasn't hearing the low moans of sexual ecstasy that filled the room, or, surprisingly, she just didn't care.
Slow song followed slow song, and after while my eyes started getting heavy. The combination of the alcohol and pot had me drowsy, and, after a short struggle, I slipped into unconsciousness. I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke, a new video was on the big video screen. The room was still dark, the music had stopped, and as I looked around, I couldn't find any trace of my wife, or Vince. I was completely alone.
I moved across the room to see if I could find Kathy, who for sure would want to go home by now. As I did, I approached closer to the big screen. From the speakers came a man's voice, and I suddenly realized it was Vince's voice. Then, as I looked at the video, it appeared that a professional cameraman was shooting the scene, as the perspective turned and Vince's face came into view. The camera zoomed in for a close up on Vince's face, and as he spoke, I realized he was speaking directly to me. "Don't worry, Paul," he said, "Kathy and I are fine. We're located in a remote portion of the house. Don't bother trying to find us, as all the doors to the room you're in are secured. Just relax and enjoy the show, buddy."
The camera moved back and panned around, to reveal Kathy sitting on the other side of a dimly lit room, seated on a low couch, another one of those drinks in her hand. Now Vince entered from somewhere on the left, and sat down beside her. She was taking a long draw from a joint, holding the smoke as long as she could, then exhaling slowly.
