The Arrangement Ch. 01

"Oh Brad, you miserable fucking bastard!" Carol hissed quietly beside me. There was little danger of our being heard over Kelly's cries if we kept to a whisper.

"My God, look at her. She's beautiful," exclaimed Carol in a softer tone a few seconds later.

I had to agree but I'd seen enough.

"Let's get out of here. You have your confirmation."

"Not yet. When I confront that sonofabitch I want to be able to describe enough details to convince him I really saw what I'm seeing now. Go if you want. I'll join you in a minute. He can't last long like that."

"Stop!" commanded Brad, as if reading Carol's mind. Kelly froze in mid descent.

"If you're going to cum, I want you on top," she said breathlessly.

"Christ, don't move!" Brad panted.

After a few seconds he had himself under control and Kelly pulled away from him. Brad rolled to one side as she arranged herself on the bed, thighs apart, dark pubic mound clearly visible.

Brad knelt between her legs, pressing her thighs farther apart with his hands while Kelly moaned in anticipation. Then, grasping his cock in one hand, he positioned it between the folds of her pussy as she tilted her hips upward to receive him. When he was ready, he leaned forward to support his weight on both outstretched arms, his cock still poised for penetration.

"Fuck me!" The urgent command I had heard a thousand times before. In response, he thrust deeply into her.

"Oh God!" cried Kelly.

"Oh God! whispered Carol.

Almost immediately I felt the stirrings of another erection. Nice going pervert. First I get a boner watching my wife prepare for her rendezvous. Then I get one while Brad finger fucks her in the car. Then I start to get one watching him suck on her tits. And now another one after I bring the guy's wife up here so we both can watch him fuck her.

"Let's go!" I whispered urgently.

"No way." A little breathlessly. "I'm staying until this little show is over."

I shut up, knowing we wouldn't have long to wait anyway. Brad was hammering into Kelly at a pace that would finish one or both of them soon. Kelly was crying out continuously and digging her fingernails into his upper arms. It was a sure sign she was on the brink of a shattering orgasm. In confirmation of my prediction, Kelly began to counter-thrust with her hips in answer to Brad's strokes.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck me, Brad! Please! Harder. Oh God! Don't stop!"

He redoubled his efforts in response to her commands, slamming into her with renewed strength, her firm breasts dancing sensuously in time to the violent rhythm of his thrusts.

With an unintelligible scream, Kelly clutched his surging hips with her legs as orgasmic spasms rippled across the muscles of her stomach and thighs. With a primal cry of his own, Brad filled her pussy with a series of powerful contractions before falling onto her in exhaustion.

"Oh my God!" whispered Carol. "Let's go. I've seen enough." She was breathing heavily and her voice was choked with emotion. For my part, I was now fully erect and desperately trying to hide the fact. Fortunately the shadows were deep.

We retraced our steps, leaving Kelly and Brad in each other's arms. After I retrieved my shoes, we moved quietly down to the end of the driveway, the dark Virginia night provided each of us the privacy we needed for a moment or two and hopefully shielded us from spying eyes.

Carol was crying. I was now numb to the shocks but she was having trouble dealing with the painful blow she had just received. I moved forward and put my arms around her. She pressed her face against my chest and sobbed.

She soon pulled away and began to search her jacket pockets for a handkerchief. Finding one, she dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose. Then, with a deep shuddering breath she composed herself.

"Okay, time to move on," she said. "You were going to call a cab when you first came over. I'll drop you wherever you want to go. I can't face the bastard tonight so I'm going to clear out and think for a while. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have some idea about what to do next. Come on, it will only take a moment to gather my things."

She headed down the road, leaving me to follow if I wished. Not having much in the way of an alternative, I took off after her.

The instant we arrived at her house she swung into action. Within minutes she had obliterated all traces of our presence. My cup and saucer, the coffeepot and utensils were emptied, cleaned and put away. She hurried into the back of the house and emerged, minutes later, carrying a garment bag and pulling her carry-on.

"Let's go. I got everything. He'll never know I was here. My cell phone is off. I don't want to talk to that asshole until tomorrow. If then."

Within seconds we were in her car, easing down the drive with the headlights off. Carol peered cautiously up the road toward my house to ensure we were not going to run into Kelly and Brad returning to DataTech. Satisfied, she accelerated quietly out onto the road, turning on her headlights when the car was safely out of view. Her dashboard clock said it was ten after eight. Jesus Christ! How can so much happen in so little time?

"I'm going to DataTech first. I want to see the bastard's car with my own eyes. Just to complete the picture. After that, we'll go wherever you want."

We were in the DataTech lot ten minutes later, Brad's car illuminated in Carol's high beams.

"That's his car, the deceitful prick!"

"Carol, I have no idea how long they stay up at the house. It wouldn't do to have them show up while we're here," I warned, glancing about nervously.

"You're right. Let's get out of here," she said as she dimmed her lights and accelerated rapidly out of the lot. "Where did you intend to go?"

"I thought I'd be miserable in style. There's a new Embassy Suites right outside of Roanoke."

"Good. I know where it is. They have a lounge. You can buy me a drink while I decide what I'm going to do. Besides, I think you owe me some answers."

****

"Why don't you go ahead and check in. I'll wait in the lounge," Carol suggested as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"Okay, it'll only take a minute."

It was my intention to get the most expensive room they had and lick my wounds in luxury.

"I'd like the best room you have available," I said to the desk clerk.

"Sir, our very best is a nice suite on the top floor. It has a media center with large screen TV and DVD player, a wet bar with refrigerator and microwave, and a Jacuzzi. That room goes for two fifty per night."

"I'll take it. One night please."

I paid him, received the key in return and headed for the lounge.

Carol had chosen a seat in a small semi-circular booth set back against a wall. It was a good choice. There were several other customers and the booth would provide some privacy.

I slid in next to her and glanced at my watch, shaking my head. Eight-fifty.

"Late for a date?" asked Carol in a feeble attempt at humor. She looked little bleak. The few minutes it had taken me to check in had allowed her too much time to sit by herself and think over the events of the past hour. I smiled to acknowledge her effort.

"Do you realize that our plane touched down less than four hours ago?" I asked. "I think I'm suffering from some sort of time distortion. Like reverse jet lag. Far too many upsetting things have happened in too little time for me to comprehend. I'm still having trouble believing that we've been caught up in all this."

The cocktail waitress interrupted to take our drink orders. Carol impressed me by ordering single malt scotch. I followed suit.

"You're right about too much too fast," Carol agreed. "Please tell me all of it. I need to fill in some blanks. If someone had asked me this morning if I thought my husband would ever fool around, I'd have said 'no way' without any reservations. Now I'm sitting here wondering if he's been doing it for years. I have been searching through my memory to see if there have been any hints of an affair. Women are usually pretty adept at detecting such things. I keep coming up blank. Did you have any idea this was going on?"

The waitress set our drinks on the table and quickly retreated, leaving us to our conversation.

"Not a clue. Kelly and I have been married for almost twenty years and I've never even had a suspicion. All of a sudden, I have no idea what's real and what isn't. For all I know, this could be her first affair or her fiftieth. Dammit, I was in Denver just last week and came home to one hell of a reception. Kelly always seems genuinely happy to have me home. She is warm and affectionate. I would expect her to be a little aloof if she's seeing someone else, but she isn't. She deserves a fucking Oscar."

"Brad's the same way. The only thing I can think of is that I'm away from home a lot. But he's never objected, at least not out loud. And I don't think we have a problem in bed. From my perspective our sex life is pretty damned good, so I find it hard to believe the bastard strayed because he didn't get laid enough at home. On the other hand, from what I could see of Kelly, she's got to be one of the world's most beautiful women. Small wonder he has the hots for her. How about you? Your sex life, I mean. I'm sorry to get personal but I need to understand."

"I don't think we have a problem. Neither of us is sexually inhibited so I can't imagine what she might be missing. Maybe it's just many years of marriage coupled with my travelling. Hell, I thought my road trips actually made things better. We get to honeymoon nearly every other weekend. I always thought Kelly viewed it the same way. She's never acted otherwise."

"Brad and I got married in college so we've been with each other more than seventeen years. Do you suppose that could be all there is to it? That we've each been married a while and we both travel? They're by themselves a couple of days a week so they get bored and the lure of a little strange stuff is more than they can stand, for Christ's sake?"

"I can't come up with any other explanation. Short of asking them, I don't know how to find out for sure. But if that's the whole story, it pisses me off. Hell, I'm alone a few days a week and I get bored too, but I've never run around on Kelly. I've been tempted a time or two but always held off. I played by the rules and I always believed she would do the same."

"Well, as for that bastard Brad, I've played by the rules too and God knows there are plenty of opportunities to do otherwise in my business. Like you, I've been tempted from time to time but chose to keep the faith. I expected the same from him. I had a right to those expectations. Now he's blown it and I'm going to pay the sonofabitch back somehow as soon as I figure out how I want to do it. As soon as I can think clearly, I'll decide whether to divorce him or kill him or whatever. Meanwhile, tell me the rest of it and don't leave anything out."

And so I did, from start to finish. She had been tough enough to stand on that deck and witness Kelly and Brad together so she was tough enough to hear the rest. I left nothing out. Well, almost nothing. She didn't need to hear about my erections. I needed to deal with those perversions privately. It was embarrassing enough to tell the tale of my ride in the Trooper. I also didn't provide the explicit details of the encounter between Kelly and Brad in the car. I could spare her that much.

Carol listened intently, interrupting a from time to time to ask a question. We drank another round during the telling.

"That's all?" asked Carol when I had finished.

"That's it."

"I don't believe you. You're hiding something. I can see it in your face. Your ears turned red when you told me about getting into the back of the car. That was a stroke of genius but you're embarrassed by it for some reason. Something happened in the car, didn't it? Tell me"

I took a deep breath. There was no escaping this woman's determination.

"They couldn't wait to get to my house."

"What?"

"They couldn't wait so he finger fucked her in the car before they left DataTech." The old shock effect.

"And you were right there? Three, maybe four feet away? Listening? Jesus Christ! How could you stand it?"

"I almost couldn't. And I did more than just listen. They were so busy that I was able to look without being detected. That was one of the times when I nearly stopped the whole thing. I wanted to see the look on their faces when I sprang up out of the back like a jack-in-the-box but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Did Kelly cum?" Carol inquired, breathing a little unevenly.

"Oh yes."

"Oh God. What else is there?"

"Brad drove. Kelly gave him a blow job all the way up to the house."

Carol stared at me for a long moment, nervously chewing her lower lip with even white teeth. Her breathing was heavier. I returned her stare. She reached across to take my hand.

"You didn't confront them because it excited you." Carol stated this as a fact. Her voice was shaky. "You enjoyed it. You despised yourself but you enjoyed it."

"That's part of it." My own voice was a little uncertain and my breathing irregular. My crotch was stirring again. She had detected the truth. "I was shocked at myself," I continued, "I had an erection; and another one when Kelly was preparing to meet Brad. Then the same thing happened when I first watched them from the deck. It happened again when we went back up there together. I hated them both for what they were doing but still managed to find it very arousing."

Carol's breathing had deepened. She kept staring directly into my eyes as though trying to read my mind.

"I have a confession to make," she said at last. "It affected me the same way when we watched them. After a few seconds it stopped being Kelly and Brad on that bed. It was just two people fucking. Expertly, I might add. I was so goddamned mad at myself I could hardly stand it, but I had to stay. I had to see them both cum. When they did, I thought I was going to faint. I don't know when I've felt so aroused. That's why I was crying after we left. I was so angry with myself and so ashamed. Now I find out you had the same problem. Thank you for telling me. I don't know if we're both perverted or not but at least I'm not alone."

"No, you're not alone."

Carol's hand was clammy in mine and her eyes looked feverish. I realized she was very aroused. Once again I found myself fully erect.

She drew a deep, shuddering breath and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"I have a plan. I know how we're going to get our revenge," she said.

"I thought you wanted balance," I teased, remembering a comment she had made earlier.

"I'll eventually get it. But first things first. Take me up to your room, please."

"Are you staying?" I asked, my heart thudding in my chest as I realized the probable meaning of her words.

"Yes."

"I can't get up just yet. Finish your drink."

"What?...Oh, I understand," she giggled. "This makes what, four erections for you today? Five?"

"Five, maybe six. I have one more confession. I was fantasizing about you on the plane today."

"Shame on you! Let's go get my bag."

****

The elevator was empty. As I turned from the control panel, Carol stepped into my arms and tilted her face up to be kissed. I obliged.

It was a tentative kiss at first. Her lips were soft and moist. Her breath carried a trace of scotch. I pulled her closer. Her breathing quickened as she put her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. A bulge quickly formed in my pants. Carol felt the change and began to move her hips suggestively as she parted her lips to admit my probing tongue. I dropped my hands to cup her ass and pull her tightly against my stiffness. The kiss continued as we groped at one another.

"Excuse me, Sir," a male voice said, startling me. The elevator had arrived at the top floor and the door had opened, all without Carol or me noticing. I snapped my head around and saw a young bell boy waiting to board the elevator, an amused expression on his face. I wondered how long he had been standing there.

I declined his offer of help as we collected our belongings and beat a hasty retreat. As we moved down the hallway, I shot a glance back toward the elevator. The bell boy, grinning broadly now, waved as the doors slowly shut.

"What's your room number?" demanded Carol. "Please hurry!"

"Twelve-Twelve. It's right there on the left.

As I bent to slip the key into the lock I could hear Carol's accelerated breathing next to my ear.

"Hurry," she commanded again.

The door opened and she rushed inside. As I entered the room, she turned and threw herself into my arms. I reached back to push the door shut and then wrapped my arms around her.

We kissed with intoxicating passion. I could feel Carol's heart pounding against my chest. Small sounds of arousal were escaping from deep in her throat. Her hot little tongue was frantically searching my mouth as she ground her hips into my crotch.

Breaking away at last, she pulled me quickly through the room where we fell across the bed, and once again became locked in each other's embrace.

Remembering that she was braless, I fumbled briefly with the buttons on Carol's shirt before ripping the garment open in frustration to reveal two magnificent breasts, firm and pink-tipped. Her nipples were erect and inviting. As I took one into my mouth, Carol cried out softly, kicked off her shoes and began to remove her jeans. Soon she was lying next to me, clad only in the ruined shirt and a pair of delicate bikini panties.

As I continued to fondle her breasts, she opened my pants to free my painfully erect cock. I groaned aloud when she grasped my erection firmly and a wave of carnal need washed over me.

My hand slid down her body to trace the lines of her hips and move across the top of her panties. A tremor raced through her body. My fingertips brushed the insides of her thighs and she opened her legs permissively. Her panties were soaked. The feel of her wetness was more than I could stand.

Within seconds I had removed the remainder of my clothes.

"Please hurry!" she cried.

I grasped the thin material of her panties and ripped them free of her body. She opened her legs and I quickly positioned myself between her thighs. Using both hands, she grasped my cock and placed its tip beneath the soft blond hair at the entrance to her pussy.

"Now!" she demanded, as she tilted her hips upward to accept my thrust.

We both cried out as I slipped inside her. She was hot, wet and smooth. Nearly cumming right then, I paused to regain control, a difficult task with her already moving sensuously beneath me.

"Lie still a moment," I breathed into her ear.

She struggled to comply, only partially successful but enough to allow me to overcome the frantic urge to explode inside her.

After a few seconds I was able to begin moving again. I positioned my body so the shaft of my dick rode against her clitoris. Supporting my weight on both elbows, I cradled her head in my hands and entwined my fingers in her hair. I began to move with a slow tempo, intending to make our coupling last as long as possible.

Her response was incredibly exciting. She was in constant motion, moving her hips sensuously in counterpoint to my thrusts, straining to pull me deeper into her. As she surged upward toward climax she became increasingly vocal, moaning and sighing with each thrust. She was on the brink of orgasm within a few short minutes.

"Faster! Pleeeeese! Faster!" she ordered.

As I began to fuck her with increasing speed and force, Carol cried out sharply and drew her knees up alongside my hips to allow deeper penetration. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with my thrusts, the nipples brushing my chest.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she demanded.