Beyond Temptation (5 page)

His outraged words carried easily over Wayne’s drone.

‘Review the fucker? He’ll be lucky if I don’t cancel his subscription to the fucking magazine.’

Gayle cursed again, wishing she knew what was happening. She had the feeling Harold’s words were important but she had no way of knowing why.

She was suddenly aware that Wayne had stopped talking to her and that she was expected to say something in response. Quickly she searched her thoughts for an appropriate, glib comment that would pacify him. If the man thought she had been eavesdropping on the magazine’s owner and his secretary, she feared her reputation at the office would be ruined. Smiling into Wayne’s face, Gayle said, ‘It sounds very nice.’

His grin faltered. Her response wasn’t enough. He clearly expected to hear something more. He had been talking about his car and he wanted to know she was suitably impressed.

‘I doubt it could look worse than that misshapen monstrosity parked outside the front of the house,’ she with a laugh. ‘Have you seen it? It’s all black and lumpy and looks like a Transformer took a crap in the car park. It’s the one with those bright-green furry dice dangling from the rear-view mirror.’

Wayne frowned at her. The expression he wore seemed hurt and deflated. ‘That
is
my car,’ he said quietly.

A nervous giggle threatened to erupt from the back of her throat. This was one of those moments she knew she would be laughing about when she parted from Wayne’s company. But, for now, it was the epitome of excruciating embarrassment.

She tried to think of suitable words for an apology or retraction but the sound of Harold’s mounting anger distracted her. Gayle heard Sheridan trying to appease him but the PA’s words had no effect.

‘No,’ Harold bellowed. ‘I’ve had enough of this. This is my house and I’m not happy with this. I’m going to sort the pair of them out. I’m going to sort them out once and for all.’

As Gayle watched, Harold stormed into the hall and up the stairs.

And, although she had thought Sheridan sounded sincere in her attempts to temper Harold’s outrage, she could now see the smile that twisted the woman’s lips. She was shocked by the expression of triumphant cruelty that shone in the woman’s eyes.

* * *

After his second climax, Dominic put his clothes back on and Robyn slipped into her dress. She hadn’t bothered putting her panties on, happy to feel the cool air against her hot wet flesh as she prepared to mingle with the other guests.

‘What a shame we didn’t get to use that,’ he remarked, glancing at the unused black packet.

Robyn smiled. ‘There’s still time,’ she assured him. With an eager lunge, she had pushed him back to the bed. Her fingers worked quickly on his pants and within a moment she had lowered them so they were free from his hips. She pulled them down to his knees and examined his limp cock.

‘I’m not sure,’ he began cautiously. And then stopped himself. ‘I mean, I don’t think I can …’

His voice trailed off as she began to work her mouth against him. With a graceful arch of her leg, she had straddled him. She moved her hands from his length for a moment, hitching up the sides of her skirt so that his mouth could have unfettered access to her exposed pussy.

It only took seconds before they were locked in a sixty-nine position.

Dominic’s tongue was pressed between her legs. He teased the tip between her sodden pussy lips and the puckered rim of her anus. Waves of excitement washed over her as she felt thrill after thrill rippling through her body.

She still wanted him and longed to feel a final act of penetration to complete the evening. The unopened black packet grew warm in her hand. While she knew this was caused by her own sweaty palm she imagined it was the needful heat of the rubber inside. Mentally she could picture the hot black sheath filling her as Dominic rode it into her anus. The image was infuriatingly clear and she could almost feel the length’s imagined path as he penetrated her. She could imagine his thickness spreading the taut muscle of her sphincter wide. The idea sent a ripple of anticipation trembling through her bowels.

Not that there was much chance of Dominic penetrating her again this evening, she thought with a small sigh. Regardless of how much she worked her lips and tongue against his cock, Dominic remained flaccid.

She wasn’t completely surprised. He had already climaxed twice and they had been together for barely thirty minutes. The chances of him getting hard enough to fuck her backside looked bleak. Still she persevered, drawing the tip of her tongue against his soft length, relishing the taste of his skin and the subtle flavour of their mingled climaxes.

His hands caressed her buttocks. He stroked broad, exploratory circles. His touch sent shivers of pleasure along her spine. She moaned with mounting frustration and tested a playful nip against his balls.

He stiffened on the bed.

‘Too much.’

She chuckled down at him.

‘Not enough,’ she retorted. With a wicked smile, she opened the black packet and pulled the condom from inside. It felt slick between her fingers and she rubbed it playfully, enjoying the slippery wetness. Moving her mouth below his balls, she touched the tip of her tongue to his arsehole.

Dominic drew a startled breath and muttered a refusal.

Seeing his flaccid cock begin to fatten, Robyn ignored his words and continued to tongue his arse. The sour-sweet taste of his anus filled her mouth. The flavour was so subtle and intimate she was propelled to the brink of another orgasm. Watching Dominic’s cock stiffen as she tongued him only added impetus to her arousal.

‘You’re insatiable,’ he groaned.

‘Perhaps I just need satiating?’

His reply was a wordless groan that only encouraged her to thrust her tongue deeper. The muscles in his legs stiffened. He seemed so absorbed with the pleasure she gave him that his tongue moved away from her sex.

Robyn didn’t mind. Although she had been enjoying it, his attention to her was a distraction from what she trying to do for him. Slowly, Robyn drew the condom onto her index finger. It hung loose on the digit, the tip of her nail forcing its own shape against the slick black rubber.

‘I’d already decided that we were going to use this one tonight,’ she said quietly. ‘And one way or another, I’m determined that we will.’ She glanced down at him, studying his face through the frame of their bodies, trying not to be distracted by the sight of his mouth so close to her pussy.

He met her gaze, oblivious to the condom on her finger.

His eyes opened wide as she pushed the tip against his rectum.

A cry of meaningless protest started from his lips but Robyn ignored him. She glanced at his cock and saw the length was hard and ready for her. Slowly, she eased her finger deeper.

‘Too much,’ Dominic hissed. ‘That’s way too much.’

She shook her head. Tresses of her blonde hair brushed against the flesh of his inner thighs.

‘That’s not too much,’ she assured him. ‘But this will be.’

She did two things simultaneously.

While pushing her finger deeper into his backside, she lowered her lips around his naked cock. He was rock hard and she knew he could have easily penetrated her now. But those thoughts were only distant. Lowering her pussy over his face, she sucked on the swollen tip of his erection.

He shook beneath her.

She felt sure he was exerting a monumental effort of willpower as he struggled to quash his climax. His shaft juddered against her lower lip.

Determined, Robyn sucked harder.

Her finger was deep inside him and she pulled it slowly away. His groans were barely muted by the pressure of her pussy lips. She knew he couldn’t resist the inevitable impulse much longer and she prided herself on having brought him to the brink of another orgasm so swiftly.

His sphincter tried to expel her finger in a sudden rush. She held the sheathed digit firmly, battling his body’s natural resistance. The cock in her mouth stiffened and she knew that she had pleased him too well. A second after that thought, she felt the pulse of his climax. His shaft trembled and then spat a spray of semen against the back of her throat.

His flavour was hot and oily and noisome. Greedily, she sucked every last drop of his seed.

He fell soft as soon he had climaxed. Her finger was pushed out by the intensity of his orgasm. Robyn’s own minor climax mimicked his. Swallowing the last droplet of his explosion, she turned to grin at him.

She licked her lips.

‘Wonderful,’ she whispered, and she meant it. He was still lapping at her sex and Robyn gently pulled herself from his reach. She placed a grateful kiss upon his lips, smiling when she realised her breath was tinged with the scent of his come.

She nodded down at his shrivelled length. ‘You’d best put that away if you intend joining the remainder of the party.’

He fastened himself up as she climbed off the bed. ‘I have to tell you now,’ he began. ‘The rest of your party is likely to be a serious disappointment.’

Robyn laughed and kissed him before straightening the hem of her skirt. ‘That’s just how it should be.’

She stepped into her shoes and wondered why she had found him so appealing. If he could have developed another erection, she would have happily used it. But she no longer felt the violent pulse that had caused her to drag him off to the bedroom. In truth she felt absolutely nothing for him.

Not that it mattered, she consoled herself. This was how life should be.

She was a married woman and, like her husband, she was allowed to discreetly play with other partners. It was better than being trapped in the restriction and claustrophobia of a conventional relationship. If someone caught her eye she was allowed to do more than just enjoy the fantasy of being with that person. And she didn’t have to betray her own moral code or disappoint the expectations of her partner. She could use anyone she wanted for the sake of satisfying her personal appetites. It was an arrangement that had always suited her in the past and she couldn’t see anything changing her opinion of it in the future.

Robyn took a step towards the bedroom door. ‘Perhaps we should get downstairs before our absence is noted?’ she suggested, hoping the words would encourage Dominic to move.

‘Will I be getting an invitation to your next dinner party?’

Nodding, she went over to the bedside cabinet and cleared the spent rubbers from the top. She reached into the open drawer, brought out a small black packet and handed it to him. ‘The next time you’re invited, bring this with you. We’ll see if we can work together to make better use of it.’

Laughing, he tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket. He looked on the point of saying something else when the door behind him burst open.

‘What the hell is going on here?’ Harold demanded.

* * *

Two hours later the last of the guests had left.

As Robyn and Harold said their farewells and closed the door, she sensed the potential eruption of his volatile mood. Nevertheless, she was determined to make her point.

‘You really embarrassed me in the bedroom with Dominic.’

Harold’s glare was ferocious.

‘I don’t give a damn about you and your embarrassment. That was the last time I’ll allow it to happen. You have one last chance, woman, and I won’t be giving you a second one.’

‘One last chance? What the hell are you talking about?’

‘I mean it, Robyn. That was your last fucking chance.’

Robyn stared at him, shocked by the vitriol of his outburst. ‘Darling? What do you mean? What’s wrong?’

‘You were fucking him, weren’t you? Don’t try and deny it because I know it’s true. I saw him licking you out.’

Robyn shrugged. She had never been able to lie to her husband and, on this occasion, she saw no reason to bother attempting an untruth.

‘If you were watching, you could have joined in. I’ve never been averse to a threesome in the past. I always thought you were rather partial to them. What’s wrong? Did Sheridan blank you?’

He wore a thunderous expression. His finger pointed at her in accusation. ‘I’d thank you not to cheapen Sheridan’s behaviour so that it equates with yours.’

‘What the hell does that mean?’ Robyn demanded.

Her husband’s anger seemed to have come from nowhere. She wanted to remind him that they were in an open relationship – and had always been in an open relationship – but she sensed he would tell her that she had been wrong about that. The idea that she had imagined the unwritten rules that they lived by was too bewildering for her to contemplate.

‘You’re fucking Sheridan,’ she reminded him. ‘And I fucked Dominic. Where’s the crime?’

‘I am not fucking Sheridan,’ Harold hissed.

Robyn sniffed.

‘Bullshit,’ she spat. ‘The pair of you have been inseparable all evening. I’ve seen Siamese twins who’ve spent more time apart.’

He slammed his palm against the front door. The harsh sound echoed around the walls.

‘I’m not fucking Sheridan,’ he growled. ‘And I’ve already told you not to drag her down to your standards. You’d better listen to what I’m saying, Robyn, because I’m beginning to lose my patience. I demand that you don’t make me a cuckold again.’

Robyn wiped the back of her fist across her eyes, smudging her mascara. ‘Have you been working your way through a seventeenth-century dictionary?’ she asked. ‘Who the hell uses words like “cuckold” nowadays?’

His lips tightened but he didn’t respond to her remark about his word choice.

‘I’ll say this once and only once, so you better stop trying to be clever and start bloody listening. You’ve had your final chance tonight. If you go to bed with one more person other than me, it’s the end of our marriage.’

Robyn stared at him, wondering if this was some weird beginning to a role-playing game. It was the last hope of a desperate woman and she knew there was no real chance of that being the case. She could see none of the usual mirth that sparkled in Harold’s eyes as he spoke to her. He looked earnest and sincere as he delivered his ultimatum.

‘Climb into bed with another man, and that’s it. Our marriage will be over. I’ll cut you off without a single penny.’