0 comments/ 18392 views/ 6 favorites Princess Perched in her Electric Chair Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Everyone hates going to the dentist. Landon Ashby was no exception. Even though he'd had relatively few dental issues over his 29 years, the idea of a stranger drilling, tugging, scrapping and scouring God knows what sorts of implements through his mouth always made Landon's stomach turn. The fact that he was an adult now, and actually had to pay for the pleasure of all that out of his own pocket, just added insult. At least for a few years the company he worked for paid a good chunk of his dental insurance, but the economic downturn inevitably caused them to drop that benefit from their expenditure page, leaving Landon and Lisa, his wife of five years, on the hook for 100% of the cost. The routine, six month cleaning visit was easy to swing financially, but when Lisa suddenly developed a few issues that required a root canal the same week the transmission went out on one of their cars, the Ashby's finances were suddenly stretched paper thin. Landon discussed an installment plan with the office manager at the dental office, but they'd been burned so often by delinquent patients, they were demanding a healthy chunk of the cost up front. The fact that they'd been going to that dentist for all those years pissed Landon off to no end. They could have put the surgery on one of their credit cards, but given the vehicle issues, not to mention Lisa's little issue with retail therapy, all four of them were maxed out. He could have borrowed the money from his folks, but that wasn't something Landon wanted to do a few weeks before his 30th birthday. He continued to stew over how to pay for his wife's procedure until she came home later that night saying she'd scheduled the root canal for the following morning, and that she'd worked out a payment schedule. "I just spent all morning going round and round with the office manager...how did you get them to agree to this?" Landon curiosity couldn't be contained. "Don't worry about it, Hon...sometimes a little subtlety goes a long way," she told him in a way that left Landon feeling utterly inept and worthless. "We don't need charity," he maintained as Lisa made her way upstairs. If that little hit to his pride was tough to swallow, Landon Ashby hadn't tasted anything yet. _______________________________ The Ashbys had been going to Ned Cameron's dental practice for many years without incident. A dashing man in his late 40's, Cameron evoked a vibe of a younger George Hamilton, only with a less orange tan. As you'd expect from a man in his profession, Ned possessed a dashing, near perfect smile. One that nearly led Lisa to ask, several times in jest, who his dentist was so she could go to him. Going to the dentist had never been a fearful experience for Lisa. The daughter of a physician, she always had a feeling of trust, and safety around men in that position, and other than an occasional cavity, or one small bout with a gum infection, Lisa generally got off easy in the chair. In addition to the feeling of ease she felt in the presence of men who's job it was to provide comfort, Lisa privately had always felt a certain stirring attraction to them as well. The fact that she'd married a construction foreman hadn't quite added up, but many things in life don't always compute. Like what she'd allowed to happen at the end of her routine cleaning that one fateful afternoon, nearly a year earlier. Truth be told, Lisa Ashby should have filed a sexual harassment lawsuit right then and there before things tumbled so far out of control. And also while there was actually something of Dr. Cameron's to get. Lisa had always felt a calm come over her each time she visited Dr. Cameron, not to mention a certain little itch that she couldn't quite reach when she was in his presence. Most of the time, his hygienist would do most of Lisa's cleaning and Cameron would swoop in towards the end just to double check and make sure everything was OK before sending her on her way. This particular day however, the hygienist must have either been on lunch or had the day off, leaving the owner of the establishment to provide the full service treatment. Lisa was quite content to sit back in the reclined and raised chair so Dr. Cameron could do his thing. Listening as he made small talk, Lisa would alternately nod or grunt her tacit agreement to whatever he was saying. After all, it was rather difficult to talk with something in her mouth. So put at ease by the good doc's charisma and chair-side manner, Lisa nearly found herself drifting off several times as she stared straight up into Ned's smoky blue eyes, feeling strangely as if she was a lump of clay on a potter's wheel. "Sure you didn't slip me some knock-out gas when I wasn't looking," Lisa asked once Cameron pulled the cleaning utensil out of her mouth and told her to spit. "I've got some if you think you'll need it," he joked. "No...I think I'll be alright...," she smiled before opening her mouth again and allowing Ned to work on her top row of choppers. Even though it was early Fall, it was still warm enough for Lisa to wear a nice skirt and blouse set to her appointment. For whatever reason, Lisa always felt the need to dress up somewhat for her visits to Dr. Cameron even though she didn't for several of the other medical professionals she occasionally saw. The hem of her skirt draped over her lower thighs as she rested in the chair, Lisa tucked her hands neatly together on her waist, just below the sliding tray the dentist used to organize the tools of his trade. Her jaws flexed all the way open as all 10 of Ned's fingers steadily worked in and out of her mouth, it wasn't long before the fire that seemed to ignite inside Lisa's loins on each visit suddenly sparked to life. With the tray hiding her hands, she was almost tempted to try and quell that burn. Closing her eyes to keep from making any sort of telling eye contact with the handsome face hovering above her, Lisa drifted lazily through her self imposed darkness, all of her other senses heightened as she allowed him to do his job. With this being the first time he'd performed her cleaning since maybe her first visit years earlier, even though Lisa was doing her best to remain in a state of relaxed calm, for someone as astute as Dr. Cameron, it was clear to see his patient was sending out signs. Ned kept his exam rooms colder than they truly needed to be. In the Summer, he wanted his patients to be comfortable and sometimes he just forgot to dial the AC back as September gave way to October. While Ned believed he worked better in the cold, there was also a far more devious and sophomoric reason he kept the air conditioning on full blast. It provided a few added 'perks' he'd never readily admit. Having drifted off between that lovely realm between waking and sleep as the minty scent of fluoride swirled around her, Lisa may as well have been floating on a raft in a Caribbean pool, enjoying the sunset, instead of laying in a dentist chair in downtown Rochester getting her teeth cleaned. The gnawing grind of her libidinal rumbling omnipresent, Lisa pressed her folded fingers down a little bit tighter on her waist and pressed her bare thighs together until Ned wrapped up. Opening her eyes for a few seconds to gain her bearings when she sensed the dentist putting the finishing touches on her, the first thing Lisa saw when she looked down were the twin nubs of her erect nipples pressing through the sheer white material of her blouse and bra cups, just like two tantalizing cherries resting on her chest. "All done," Cameron leaned back in his swiveling chair and said. Her senses swimming, those two words swarmed inside Lisa's head with equal parts relief and disappointment. "Oh God," she murmured beneath her breath when Ned began to pull the cart away so she could get up. "Maybe he hasn't noticed," Lisa told herself, trying to decide which would be the most efficient way to slide out of the seat without him seeing the unquestioned evidence of her aroused state. Waiting for Dr. Cameron to raise the seat back up so she could make a polite getaway, if she'd looked to her left at just the precise moment, she would have noticed the unquestioned evidence of his own arousal, as well, swelling along the inside of his right pant leg. In that lag time of waiting, Lisa's nipples only grew more plump and visible. Like a teenage boy trying to think of the most dreadful image to talk down an ill-timed erection, Lisa rifled through her memory banks trying to think of something to pull the plug on hers. Any hope of that was lost when she impulsively looked up and lost herself in the dentist's eerily haunting, yet comforting gaze. The gravity of the situation didn't need any spoken words, men and women had been sharing that particular type of stare since the genesis of humanity. The sparkle in Lisa Ashby's gaze told the older man hovering above he didn't need to ask permission for what he was about to do. Extending his left hand out once he's properly ushered his dental supplies aside, Ned Cameron allowed his open palm to come to rest on Lisa's left leg, just above her knee. Seeing the way she neither jerked or made an outward sound when his flesh contacted hers, Ned knew Lisa had been expecting it. Noting the way her thighs parted ever so slightly as he began to massage his fingers into her warm pale skin, Ned took it as tacit approval to proceed. Before taking so much as another breath, the dentist gracefully grazed his hand upwards between his prone patient's legs, bringing the hem of her skirt with it. His eyes latched on to Lisa's with a warm fatherly glow, flames seemingly flared in those sockets of Ned's once he began inching his left hand higher. The warmth of her vagina bathing his fingers as he traced them closer, the embers in Ned's gaze flickered brightly when he got his first touch of the front panel of the younger woman's panties. An audible, almost 'scientific' grunt of approval rose from the dentist's chest when he looked down and got a good look at the lacy white undergarment. "MMMM...HMMMM," he groaned a little louder when he grazed the tips of his fingers across the musky and moistened patch of material. Groping his fingers immediately into the pulpy mire between Lisa's legs, Dr. Cameron used his free hand to hit the button on the chair, forcing Lisa's suspended body upwards until she was shifting anxiously in her seat. Slipping the same hand that he'd just used to clean her teeth beneath the elastic band of Lisa's panties, Ned wasted no time drenching his fingers in her abundant arousal. Guiding the hand that had just been on the chair's electric control all the way up to the crotch of his slacks, Ned gave his erection a good, hard squeeze through his pants before reaching down to brush Lisa's silky brown hair from her heated brow. Ned could have easily unzipped his fly and lugged his cock free. There was no doubt the married woman in the chair would have gladly gobbled him down as he fingered her cunt. Switching the water fountain back on with his right hand to provide a measure of ambient noise, Ned cupped and gouged his hand deeper between Lisa's swollen vaginal folds, causing her to grip her hands hard around the each arm rest. "Go ahead...kick your shoes off. You might be here awhile longer," Ned leered down and told Lisa in his most eloquent tone. His dick throbbing inside his slacks when he saw both of Lisa's high heels tumble to the floor, a grin of vindication spread across Dr. Cameron's hawkishly handsome face when the younger woman folded her legs Indian style in the chair, providing clear and unfettered access to her steaming crotch. Smirking when he saw the diamond on Lisa's wedding band glisten under the bright, fluorescent lights as she clutched the cushiony support, Ned swelled with toxic pride knowing his own gold wedding band was now drenched in the woman's juices as he stirred his three fingers through her quivering fissure. Reaching down with his right hand, Ned took Lisa's left and brought it up to the crotch of his pants. "I think her husband has an appointment here in two weeks," Dr. Cameron arrogantly reminded himself as he and Lisa jointly tugged at the raging girth lurching inside his slacks. Further emboldened when he removed his steady hand and watched Lisa massage the bulge all on her own, Ned sped up the pace of his jabbing thrusts through the married woman's quim. It was now essentially a race to see who could make the other cum first. Ever the prepared pragmatist, the dashing and deceitful doctor knew he had carved out an insurmountable head start. "Kind of like going to the gynecologist," Lisa thought with perverse amusement, seeing the way her knees were spread wide against the drab and sanitary backdrop of a medical office's wall. The only difference here being instead of the doctor in question kneeling down there with his various tools of the trade, Ned Cameron was simply performing the exam with his bare hand, and he didn't even need to be down there to see what he was doing. The muscles of Lisa's vagina clenching a little tighter around his fingers each time she kneaded her own hand around the ample ridge of his caged penis, Ned dropped his right hand down to the married woman's chest and pinched at both of her bulging nipples through her sheer white blouse. The added sensation was all it took to send Lisa Ashby over the edge. Brimming with delight as Lisa's crotch gyrated upwards against his plunging hand, Ned watched her twist violently in the chair as she tried desperately to keep from screaming out her release. His dick became as hard as a railroad spike seeing the way Lisa crumpled and writhed below. Continuing to stir his left hand through the prone woman's pussy, it felt like hot, melted butter had seared his fingers as she continued to spew her lust all over his buried hand. With his right, Ned reached down and finally unzipped his fly. He didn't have to wait long for Lisa to flail her right hand across her body to try and pull his fully aroused girth free. With a couple of twists and turns, then one final, harsh jerk, Lisa had the pulsing slab of meat resting between her soft, trembling fingers. It wasn't the most ideal or comfortable way of going about things, but where there's lustful will, there's a way. Her lacy white panties askew, and her skirt still bunched up around her waist, Lisa leaned towards Dr. Cameron and propped herself up on her left elbow as she took a firm hold of the dentist's jutting penis. Taking one massive inhale as she arched her parted lips forward, Lisa took the older man's dick into her mouth and quickly began shoving all she could down her throat. Stepping a few degrees to his right, Cameron finalized his stance beside the chair where Lisa was leaning forward. Not by accident, the very spot where his patient's lips were sealed around his cock was directly above the running spit sink. The choreography of it all suggested this wasn't Ned's first liaison in that exam room. If for whatever reason Lisa wasn't able to ingest his imminent flood, the handy sink would be there to ferry the remnants away. There was no need for the extra pre-caution however. Braced for the impending deluge, Lisa heartily ingested every last drop of the older man's semen as he massaging all 10 of his fingers lovingly into her scalp. Biting his lip and pressing his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth, Dr. Cameron did all he could to audibly contain the rapturous release of his boiling lust. Hearing footsteps meander up and down the hall outside the closed door to the exam room, if he listened hard enough, Ned could also hear the faint mumbling of the people waiting out in the lobby, all of them oblivious to the debauchery taking place just a few feet away. Pulling his cock free from the glorious vacuum seal of Mrs. Ashby's lips and stuffing it quickly back inside his pants, Ned took a step back and allowed the married woman to get to her feet so she could gather herself before walking out to pay for her visit. It was only the first of dozens of visits the two made behind their respective spouses' backs. An affair that would last just over a year before Landon Ashby made a fateful discovery. _________________________________ No question Landon was happy his wife had worked out some sort of arrangement with the dental office to handle her impending root canal. Problem was, having tried to broker some sort of agreement himself, Landon's pride had taken a bigger hit than even he wanted to admit when Lisa came home the night before and said she'd taken care of it. Slipping out for lunch a few minutes earlier the following day, Landon decided to swing by Dr. Cameron's office just to get up to speed on what that agreement entailed. Part of it certainly was his own nagging and bruised ego, but he was able to at least couch the trip across town as a discovery mission just to find out how the surgery was going to effect the couple's already shaky finances. About a block before Landon pulled into the dental office's driveway, he saw Dr. Cameron pulling out and making a left up the road in his silver, late model BMW. Knowing it was a few minutes to Noon, Landon assumed the only dentist he'd had since he was 16 was doing what thousands of other people were doing at that time of the day, simply going out to grab a bite to eat. "I'll just follow him and grab lunch wherever he stops...maybe bump into him at the buffet and get the details," Landon decided. The stretch of road Landon was tailing Dr. Cameron had every sort of menu option. There were a handful of Chinese places, a Thai place, several Italian and Mexican options along with a cornucopia of burger joints. Landon was sort of hoping the dentist would pick the great Thai restaurant a few blocks further up, but before they got that far, Ned pulled his Beamer into a non-descript motel parking lot a little over a mile from his office. "Holy Shit," Landon instantly laughed as watched the dentist ease his vehicle into the rear parking area, out of view from the main road. "Looks like old Doc Cameron is getting some on the sly." Sadly for Landon, he couldn't have been more right. The easiest and most logical thing would be for Landon to have just kept on driving, maybe even stop for some Thai take-out, but like a well trained snoop who had a hour before he had to be back at his office, Landon made the right turn and eased into the relatively empty lot. "There's an exit on the other side," he told himself as he hummed along with the song on the radio. With Dr. Cameron still in his vehicle, Landon wheeled right on by and prepared to make the final left turn and make his exit from the horseshoe shaped driveway. He likely would have done just that if he hadn't driven over a beer can in the process. Looking instinctively into the rear view to see exactly what he'd hit, Landon couldn't help but notice a gray sedan parked a few spaces from the spot the dentist had pulled in. A nondescript discovery actually, but it was the same type of car his wife, Lisa, drove. Putting some distance between his rear wheels and the crushed can of Bud Light, Landon once again focused his attention on exiting the lot, but before he could really stop himself, his hands had steered him into an out of the way parking space at the far, upper corner of the lot. A vague uneasiness that Landon couldn't quite explain suddenly filtered like bile-soaked butterflies through his insides. He couldn't see Cameron's car from the spot he'd settled, but he could see the driver's side of the gray sedan. Lighting a cigarette to help settle his nerves, Landon watched as Ned suddenly appeared, easing around to the driver's door of the other car with his cellphone glued ot his ear. Landon took a long drag of his Camel Light watching the older man sort of wave up to someone who must have been in one of the rooms looking out at him. A few seconds later, Dr. Cameron opened the door to the gray car then reached inside and pulled something out. Princess Perched in her Electric Chair Ch. 01 Landon nearly choked on his next puff. Not only did the car look eerily like his wife's, but so did the floral designed overnight travel bag the dentist pulled from the front seat. Before Landon could focus his eyes to get a closer look, Ned disappeared out of view. "Easiest thing in the world to do...just get out and go check," the sane voice of reason chimed inside Landon's head. Unfortunately, the concept of reason was bringing up the rear in the complex marathon of emotions dizzying his senses. Grabbing his cellphone and staring a hole through the screen, Landon contemplated giving his wife a call, after all she too was scheduled to be on her lunch break as well. Considering that his tongue currently felt like a balled up sock in his mouth, Landon didn't think any sort of conversation, no matter how brief, was in his best interest at the moment. Instead, he simply opened the driver's side door, stepped out and started walking towards the rear of the motel where the car in question was parked. Before he could take 10 steps, the damage was done. Seeing the all too familiar dent in the rear bumper, where Lisa had backed into a pole two months ago, nailed Landon square in the gut. Already staggered by the body blow, by the time the familiar lettering on the rear license plate came into view, he may as well have been KO'd by a right cross to the chin. It was a good thing Landon wasn't in the mood to use his phone considering how many pieces the thing dissolved into when he shattered it violently against the concrete retaining wall to his right. __________________________________ Bringing the .22 he normally kept hidden in the nightstand by the bed probably wasn't the best idea. While there was certainly parts of Landon Ashby that wanted to kill Dr. Ned Cameron right there on the front stoop of his luxurious home, Landon had convinced himself the main reason he'd brought the gun was for self defense. Tucked neatly (and fully loaded) in the left interior pocket of his jean jacket, Landon patted the thing every so often on the drive over, each time sending a jolt of re-assurance and clarity through his otherwise clouded system. Landon had spent the better part of the previous eight hours in a veritable fog. He'd left a message with the receptionist at work that he'd have to take the rest of the afternoon off for a family emergency, but Landon only returned home long enough to gather the gun and the six pack of beer that had been sitting in his fridge since the previous weekend. He killed the time until dark basically nursing his psychological wounds in a couple of out of the way, mall parking lots, drinking the beers and figuring out his next move. Knowing he wasn't nearly a good enough actor, Landon didn't want to be home when Lisa returned from work (or wherever she'd been). One of the clear decisions he'd made was dealing with the dentist first before the inevitable confrontation with his wife. Externally, he was numb. A falling meteor could have landed on top of Landon and he wouldn't so much as flinched. Internally, it was another story. Every memory he had with Lisa, big or small, during their years together raked across each nerve in the disheveled man's tortured psyche. Knowing the upscale subdivision where Dr. Cameron lived with his second wife, Landon finished off the last beer and made his way over a little after seven that evening to find the exact address. In a neighborhood that seemingly had a BMW in each driveway, Landon somehow found the one belonging to Ned Cameron. Double checking the name on the mailbox just to be sure, Landon pulled into the lot and surveyed the darkened yard. A little voice told him it might be best if he left the gun in the glove compartment perhaps, but given the fact that he'd brought it, he knew he'd felt really dumb if for whatever reason he needed it and didn't have it. Patting the weighty bulge resting against the left side of his chest, a refreshing wave of calm washed through Landon as he departed his vehicle and strolled past a "For Sale" sign, then up the walk. Most of the lights in the house were on and the sound of the TV was audible all the way out in the front yard. "Alex Trebek," he noted. It was the last coherent thought he'd have for awhile. There was still time to turn back, but Landon sensed he was at the ultimate fork in life. Wasting no time once he'd bounded up the stairs onto the porch, Landon rung the doorbell. Given the volume of the television, he thought he might have to ring again, but before he could press the button a second time, the door swung open... Part 2 to come... Princess Perched in her Electric Chair Ch. 02 Having no clue just how tightly wound he'd become, twenty-nine year old Landon Ashby nearly reached for the loaded gun in his interior breast pocket when the heavy, ornate wooden door in front of him swung open. Thankfully he'd stopped his right hand in mid air before he ventilated a completely innocent young girl in the doorway of her parent's home. "...Oh...Hi...," Landon's voice quivered, his murderous rage suddenly discombobulated by the sight of the pretty teenager standing in front of him. Trying in vain to gather his tongue, Landon could hear another set of footsteps approaching from inside. "...Is your Dad home?" was all he could think of to say. Before the youngster could answer, an older and tad taller replica of her stepped into view. "No...he's gone over to a friend's house...its his card game tonight," Maureen Cameron interjected, shooing her daughter away in a polite but certain 'Mother-Hen' gesture. "Do you live around here?" she asked once she'd ensured the safety of her child. "...Actually...uh... no...," Landon stammered, his original game plan now strewn like thousands of random and mismatched puzzle pieces on the ground below. "...I sort of know him from work...," he was finally able to latch his eyes on the older woman's and offer. ________________________________ As of 11:15 the following morning, Landon Ashby's hands weren't those of a killer. In fact, they were cradling a two month old copy of People as he sat in Dr. Cameron's office lobby, waiting for him to finish with his wife, Lisa's root canal. Considering how slow things had been at work with the slumping economy, Landon had no problem getting the day off, and was more than happy to be there during Lisa's time of need. Scanning the room, trying to get a feel for his surroundings every few minutes, Landon would size up the other folks waiting in the lobby along with the two office women working behind the glass partition. Every once in awhile he'd also steal a peek outside to see who might be pulling into the parking lot. Content for the moment all was well, he'd then dip his head back into the magazine and scan through the outdated tabloid fodder. Checking his watch every so often, Landon estimated his wife had been in surgery for around a half an hour when a very attractive woman in her early 40's walked through the front door of the office as if she owned the place. In a roundabout way, she sort of did. "Oh...Hello Mrs. Cameron," one of the chipper girls behind the glass quickly greeted the wife of the office's owner. "Hey Tamara...I know Ned's with a patient. Was just going to meet him for lunch and I'm early...I'll just take a seat," Maureen Cameron said in a hushed tone that matched the staid surroundings in perfect pitch. Giving a casual smile to everyone waiting in the lobby, Maureen took a seat opposite Landon near the back of the waiting area. Tossing the magazine in his hands down to the coffee table, Landon returned the married woman's smile before picking up another to thumb through. If there was a blessing, Dr. Cameron had stopped taking adolescent patients a few years earlier. The last thing a child needed was to be witness to what was about to happen. Surveying the assorted gallery in the room, the dentist's wife was seated directly across from him, an agitated woman in her mid 50's was to Maureen Cameron's right, most likely dealing with an abscess of some sort. There was one gruff looking older man to Landon's left who seemed to ooze reproach with each dagger of his gaze. "He should get a real kick out of this," Landon thought merrily. Then there were the two girls working behind the glass of the office. Those obviously would be the wildcards in a few precious moments. Checking his watch one last time, Landon eased forward and dropped the magazine back down on the coffee table running down the center of the waiting room. Softly rapping his knuckles twice on the surface of the table before leaning back into his seat, Landon took a deep breath and locked eyes with Mrs. Cameron as she stood up, seemingly on cue, and began walking around the table to where he was seated. The other two older folks waiting in the lobby barely looked up when the pretty, well tanned lady with dark blonde hair stood up and made her way around the table. "Just walking over to grab a gossip rag to read," they would have most certainly thought. _____________________________________ The two patients in the waiting room had problems enough of their own without worrying what sorts of maladies were confronting their dentist. As long as Dr. Cameron had a steady hand during their exam, and possibly prescribed them some good meds if need be, the old man and woman in the lobby were fine. They were both experienced enough to know just because their friendly neighborhood cavity filler had a brand new luxury car in the reserved parking spot in front of the office, a beautiful wife and a house in one of the swankier parts of town, his life probably wasn't the fairy tale it appeared to be on it's facade. If those two, along with the unsuspecting girls in the office, had been a fly on the porch of Ned Cameron's house the previous night however, they may have well understood what they were about to witness. If they would have heard the young man seated between them describe how his young wife, the very one who the good doctor was working on at that very moment, had been carrying on an affair behind her husband's back, or how Ned Cameron's wife had admitted Lisa Ashby was only the latest in the line of such occurrences, they may have understood the drastic, but highly poetic action Maureen Cameron was about to take. If they had heard about the way Ned's gambling habit, along with his incendiary need to keep his youth, had torpedoed the family's finances, they may have even given the blonde woman approaching the man across from her a big pat on the back. That said, they were still mortified when they first saw Maureen Cameron drop down to her knees and close both of her hands around the loop of Landon Ashby's belt. _________________________________ To the man and woman flanking Maureen and Landon, their brains still processed the act of the pretty blonde going down to her knees as a by-product of possibly dropping something and she was just bending down to pick it up. Even when Maureen put her hands down on Landon's lap, it must have simply been to provide herself some leverage so she could stand back up. It wasn't until the audible sound of her hands unsnapping Landon's pants and pulling the zipper down that the two witnesses were shook from their collective fog. A sharp, "WHA," left the older woman's throat while the grizzled man's eyes lit up more than they had in years. The two younger women in the office hadn't noticed yet, but that would soon change. Looking away from her computer screen to grab a patient's records to file, Tamara Brevitz, a 23 year old Dr. Cameron had hired fresh out of college, turned to look just in time to see her boss' wife's mouth close around the seated man's exposed and jutting appendage. The file in Tamara's hand quickly became a scattered mess on the floor beside her desk, which in turn caused the other woman working with her, a 10 year veteran of the office named Vivian Delaney to turn from her work station and see the unholy site transpiring on the other side of the glass. Sensing all four sets of eyes were now upon them, a visceral burst of adrenaline shot through both Maureen and Landon as they proceeded with their lewd public display. Rubbing his fingers through the married woman's long, silky hair, Landon made a point of visually engaging everyone watching. The rage he felt the previous day when he discovered his own wife's infidelity still burning in his craw, it now mixed with the sublime sensation of Maureen Cameron's tongue sliding over his erection until it felt like kerosene had been unleashed inside his veins. Humping his rear end off the seat each time Maureen devoured more of his prick into her mouth, Landon bit down on the inside of his cheek, desperate not to cum before the real fun started. Before the four gawking strangers could even begin processing what they were seeing, Landon tapped Maureen on the shoulder and they simultaneously stood up. The faint echo of an "Air Supply" song on the office's in-house sound system the only noise in the waiting room, Landon stood the proprietor's wife up, as if showing her off to the assembled audience. Reaching down and massaging the woman's tanned thighs, when he pulled his hands back up, Landon brought the woman's navy blue mini-skirt up as well until everyone watching could see Maureen Cameron hadn't bothered to wear panties. The shock still fermenting in the gallery's gazes, in the blink of an eye, Landon used his left hand to pull the top of Maureen's matching blouse down, allowing her two healthy and ample breasts to spill free. The confusion and awe plastered on the older patient's face only intensified as she grasped her chest with her hand, while the older man to Landon's side simply looked as if someone had pulled his power cord from the wall. At some point, the two employees cooped up in Dr. Cameron's business office began to stir into action, not that they really had a protocol to deal with what was unfolding on the other side of the window. In fact, Tamara and Vivian bounced into each other several times like two clumsy dancers before they could get to the door that led out to the lobby. Vivian took off down the hall towards the surgical room where Dr. Cameron was putting the finishing touches on Lisa Ashby's root canal while Tamara stumbled out towards the waiting area that suddenly resembled the set of a bad porno flick. Both were clueless as to what they'd say once they reached their ultimate destination. ________________________________ One of the traits Ned Cameron had always prided himself was the ability to compartmentalize his job, being able to separate business from pleasure. Seeing his year-long extra marital conquest laying incapacitated in the seat beside him, every instinct below Ned's neck urged him to reach down and steal a little squeeze or two over Lisa Ashby's prone body. Despite the numbing effects of the local anesthetic, the twinkle in Lisa's eyes told him to go ahead if he wanted. Thankfully, Ned kept his focus on finishing the procedure. After all, considering how she'd used their affair as a bargaining chip to get the surgery done for free, the last thing he wanted to do was take a chance botching it. Just as he was wrapping things up with Lisa, Ned couldn't help but hear the rushed pitter pat of footsteps heading down the hallway towards his operating room. Before he could even turn his attention in that direction, there was the nervous rap of knuckles tapping on the closed door. "Kind of busy...," the dentist started to say through his surgical mask, but the door swung open before he could. In all the years he'd worked with Vivian Delaney, he'd never quite seen that same look of befuddlement on her face. "What is it?" Ned tried to ask, but Vivian just stood there with her head inside the door, speechless. "...It's...It's your wife...she's...out in the lobby..." Vivian finally managed. Despite the crap he'd rained down on Maureen over the past year, some of it behind her back and some of it right to her face, something innate inside Ned tripped when he saw the look of concern on Vivian's face. "I'll be right back," Ned half muttered to Lisa in the chair as he pulled down his surgical mask and made a bee-line towards the door. Her face numb, and her mouth stuffed full of gauze, Lisa watched as the older man darted past his office manager and disappeared out the door. Locking eyes for just an instant with Vivian Delaney from her utterly helpless position in the chair, there was a brief moment of shared feminine understanding. Even with the foreboding hint of impending chaos, nothing could prepare Lisa Ashby from the freight train headed towards her. ___________________________________ Considering the expression on Vivian's face, combined with how rare it was that she interrupted him during a difficult procedure, Ned's logical assumption was that something serious had happened to his wife. It didn't take long for him to round the corner and look up the hall to see the bad thing was actually happening to him. By the time Ned had left Lisa in the dust, Landon had picked Maureen up and plunged his cock into her sopping wet cunt as she eagerly straddled his waist. Landon had just found his 'walking and chewing gum at the same time" rhythm with Maureen the instant he locked eyes with her stunned husband. Ned Cameron charged towards the carnal coupling, but was cut off at the pass by his two female employees who somehow wedged themselves between their raging boss and the target of his aggression. Using the brief diversion, Landon shuffled to his right, skirting he and Maureen's conjoined bodies past Dr. Cameron's outstretched hands before setting their sights on the room at the end of the hall. On the way there, Maureen Cameron looked back and seared her gaze onto her husband's, giving Landon's buried cock an especially lurid squeeze with her vaginal muscles the instant she saw the glimmer of realization in Ned's burning eyes. Within a few seconds, Landon had whisked her inside the surgical room. _________________________________ Less than 24 hours earlier, Landon Ashby had been under the assumption he'd been a happily married man. Like all marriages, his had issues, but he was committed to it with every fiber of his mortal soul. Suddenly, there Landon was with a woman he'd only met for the first time the previous evening, straddled around his waist and impaled on his cock as his own wife sat helplessly in the operating chair. "WWWWAAHHHHHH," Lisa's muffled scream of shock resonated through the entire office suite when the crude realization of what she was witnessing registered. The two older folks from the lobby now straining their necks to see through the maze of tangled limbs flailing in the hall, the faint echo of sirens could be heard in the distance. So could the repeated slap of Landon and Maureen's crotches slamming together. Considering the layers of interwoven mayhem, it seemed the trek Landon and Maureen had made down the hall had taken an eternity. In actuality, it had taken no more than a minute. Pressing Maureen's back flush with the doorframe, Landon settled in the very spot that would enable the woman he was fucking to stare straight up the hall at her husband while Landon could look directly at his own wife to his left. Slamming his cock ruthlessly into Maureen's sizzling cunt as he sandwiched her against the wall, the ferocity of Landon's grunts increased with each thrust, as did the shrill vibration of the approaching police sirens. __________________________________ Her head feeling as if it had been stuffed into an astronaut's helmet that was quickly filling with cement, the numbness from the anesthetic seemed to spread all the way down to Lisa's toes as she tried processing the image of her husband locked up with the wife of her own adulterous lover. The sound of Ned cursing and struggling to get at Landon and Maureen, not to mention the cops storming through the front door were both drowned out by the symphony of rage and disbelief between Lisa's ears. Even with the proof so vividly laid out before her very eyes, Lisa still couldn't accept that Landon had found out about her year long indiscretion. "This is all just a vivid nightmare," she told herself, the sleepy way she tried pushing the surgical tray away from her chest so she could stand only adding to the sensation that none of this was real. Any thought it was a dream came to a screeching halt when most of the stuff on Dr. Cameron's work tray came crashing down to the tiles after Lisa's left elbow rammed into it. The sound of all those expensive surgical tools hitting the floor mixed with the chaotic fuss from the hall, but all Lisa could seem to hear was the repeated collisions of her husband's groin plowing into Maureen's, along with the groans of lewd joy they took as the world unraveled around them. All the pieces of the frayed tapestry came together for Lisa just as her husband fired his seed deep into Maureen Cameron's womb. Opening her gauze filled mouth in a comic attempt to scream, only a raspy croak came out as Landon's creamy white jizz oozed from the woman's speared quim. Seeing the muscles in Maureen's calves fire and flex as she wrapped them tightly around Landon's waist, Lisa shuddered in horror as the other woman openly claimed Landon's seed as her own. Just as she was about to leap with claws bared at the rutting pair, Lisa saw Ned's hands reaching into the doorway as well. He was now only a step or two from getting his grip around the back of Landon's neck. Before he could however, Lisa's world filled with a dark blue haze. There were two cops, ones that had strangely been tipped off mere seconds before the shit had hit the fan, that there might be something going down at the dental offices of Dr. Ned Cameron that would require swift and immediate police intervention. _________________________________ It took a few minutes for Officers Coolbaugh and Wurtz to sort out everything. It was clear two folks were engaging in a graphic public display, but from the tenor of the people clustered around them, it appeared that even though both participants were married -, it likely wasn't to each other. Maureen and Landon would be taken into custody, booked for lewdness, disturbing the peace and public nudity. Ned Cameron would also be whisked downtown in the backseat of a separate car for the threats he openly made several times within earshot of the cops. The one refugee left behind was Lisa Ashby. Her marriage now in tatters, she stood there in the hallway that was still thick with the scent of illicit sex, her root canal only half done as remaining people in the office stared on with a mixture of pity and salacious fascination. THE END Thanks to EJ and BT for letting me steal a lyric to use as the title.