Carol's hands shook almost out of control. She turned the glass up and drained the other half of the martini, attempting to blot out the ugly pictures forming in her mind of her husband grunting and sweating over the woman whose voice moaned from the tape. It didn't help. The pictures formed and faded like dirty movies she had heard described in whispers at cocktail parties she had attended before marriage. She could even feel the rhythm of the two twisting and churning bodies locked together in intercourse on the tape. Their gasps and groans coupled with the slight squeaking of the bed made it all too clear. Other words came through, ugly, obscene words that she had seldom heard spoken before and that she had almost forgotten existed in her innocence and protected existence. She heard the woman's cry of fulfillment coming through the distance from the coffee table and in her immobility made no objection when Harry Burns reached over and filled their glasses again with the mixture in the pitcher. She needed it. Without waiting, she lifted the glass shakily to her lips and sucked the harsh burning gin gratefully down into her throat. She noticed her robe falling away from her thighs and started to pull it down but suddenly forgot about it as the tape was filled with wild groans of excitement.
Bob's groans!
God, what was that woman doing to him? And then she remembered the other night when he had tried to push her head down to his genitals. Could that be it? Would he dare to let another woman do that to him? Would he expect her to do such a disgusting thing to hold him?
A piercing low scream rippled from Bob's throat signaling his obvious climax and Carol flushed again at the crazy thought she found running through her mind. It was stupid at a time like this, but she had found herself wondering if the woman had taken her mouth away or not when Bob had finished. From the soft feminine mewling sounds coming from the recording now she was sure she hadn't.
Harry Burns reached over and flipped the switch turning the recorder off.
"I think that's enough," he said, a forced tone of anger in his voice. "Anyway, it proves my point."
Carol said nothing. She couldn't speak from the shock she had just gone through and just sat there as though in a hypnotic trance.
Harry rose from his chair and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside her. He gently took the glass from her hand to keep her from dropping it and placed it on the table.
"What are we going to do about it?" he said slowly.
"Oh God, God I don't know." Carol blurted out dropping her head into her hands and sobbing like a small child. "I-I just didn't think Bob could ever do a thing like that to me."
Harry watched the whiteness of her smooth, firm, almost completely exposed thighs as she blubbered into her hands next to him. Her robe had snaked almost up to the "V" of her legs now and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lips as he studied the delicious fullness of them. It was all he could do to keep from reaching over and pulling her down right now. Obscene thoughts of how tight her wet little pussy would be shifted through his mind.
But no, he couldn't spoil it now. He had greater plans and no matter how much he would enjoy ramming it up into her soft little belly right this minute, the later pleasure of fucking her silly with her husband looking on would be even greater.
He allowed her a few minutes for the initial emotional reaction to wear off and then poured her another drink. At the same time, he took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and pushing her head gently up from her hands began to dry her eyes. He did it slowly, not wanting to make any sudden move that would destroy her confidence in his presence. He knew that damn Jean across the street had probably talked to her already about him as she did with anyone she could get to listen so he had to be careful in his approach. He had seen nothing but contempt in her eyes when he had walked in tonight so knew it was going to be a tough row to hoe in gaining her trust. The first step had already worked well, and if things went according to plan, it wouldn't be long now until he had her just where he wanted her.
"I-I guess you think I'm an idiot carrying on this way, Mr. Burns," Carol managed to stutter after a moment.
"No, of course not. No one can blame you for being angry after what you've just heard. I feel the same way."
"I know, but I feel so foolish," she said in a hoarse voice from the crying. "I was so shocked, I didn't even stop to consider how it must be affecting you. After all, it was your wife that he was-was doing it to."
"Yes, it's been quite a shock to me also," he lied. "You can imagine how I felt when I first heard it."
"W-What are you going to do about it?" Carol asked hesitantly, taking a soothing sip from the glass. She could feel her composure returning now that the initial shock had worn off and the drinks were giving her a lightheaded feeling that was slowly turning her humiliation into a slow, seething anger.
"Well, I didn't want to do anything until I talked with you. It's a problem for both of us."
Harry Burns spoke smoothly from the long years of sales experience on the used car lot. His words came easily and quickly and Carol soon found herself nodding in agreement when he spoke. She had forgotten the warnings of Jean now and had passed them off as neighborhood gossip, or perhaps even jealously. Maybe Harry Burns hadn't made a pass at her after all and this was why she was really angry at him.
"You didn't hear the end of that tape," he continued on. "But they've made arrangements to meet at a party at my house tonight. Now if…"
"Tonight," Carol blurted out in disbelief. "You mean my husband is at the party at your house?"
"That's right, have you seen the cars over there?"
"Why yes I have," Carol said, gritting her teeth with fire rising in her eyes. "But, I didn't associate it with the party Bob said he was going to. He said it was company business."
"Well, my wife throws some pretty wild ones and she thought she'd have a good one while I was off on business. I told her I had to go away when I heard the tape so's you and I could decide what to do."
"I'd like to go to it and just catch them in the act," she said vindictively, feeling the anger begin to boil in her blood.
"Yes, we can do that," Harry said seriously. "Marsha likes to be different with each party she gives and tonight she's made everyone wear masks. I took the liberty of stealing a couple of the type she was going to pass out at the door."
"But won't they notice two more people there?" she asked, doubts suddenly entering her mind.
"Naw, they've got at least thirty people wandering around the house and they'll never notice us. Besides, we've got the basement fixed up into a party room where they'll all be and it's almost pitch black anyway."
"I-I don't know," Carol said hesitantly, "they just might recognize us."
"Not a chance, these masks are the rubber type, you know, the Brink's robbery kind. You couldn't even tell your own mother in one."
Carol took another heavy sip from the drink, the warm liquid burning courage into her bloodstream. She knew this was absolutely crazy, but she just had to see for herself. She still couldn't believe that recording. There must be a mistake somewhere and she just had to know. She loved Bob with all her heart and just couldn't accuse him of such a thing without absolute proof.
"Alright, I'll do it. But it'll take me a few minutes to get dressed."
"Well go to it. I'm as anxious as you are to see what's going on. But, one thing I should warn you about." He looked at her and spoke with a sincerity that made her feel grateful to him for the warning. "These things get rough. Dirty movies and all. Do you think you can take it without giving us away? They can't under any circumstances know we've been there. It might start a row and none of us can stand the scandal."
The martinis and the anger coursing through her body made Carol throw caution to the winds even though something deep inside whispered to her that this was a dangerous thing to do. She knew she shouldn't but then the thought of the lewd voices wrapped in the throes of passion on the tape flickered across her mind again.
"I can take it," she said with a forced smile. "Give me a minute to get my dress on. I bought a new one Tuesday in St. Louis, Bob has never seen it."
"Here," Harry smiled, pulling a rubbery mask from his pocket and handing it to her. "This is your spy suit."
"I'll hurry, pour yourself another drink, Harry. If I may call you that?" she added quickly.
"Be my guest, Carol," he smiled.
He watched her walk from the room, pulling the light filmy robe about her body. A thin secret smile of triumph played across his lips as he studied her soft sensuous buttocks moving away from him.
Man, he whistled quietly to himself, what a ball you're going to have cradling those two little soft white babies in your hands tonight.