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Red Orchids Ch. 01

By: bluefox07



"THE DAILY GRIND"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note:

"The first two chapters of this story were originally one, but when I first posted the story to the site a lot of readers complained it was too long. In hindsight, I agree. SO, for this reposting I've broken it in two chapters.

On a personal note, the character of Mark Gordian is the vilest and most arrogant bastard I've ever written about. He's also the most hated character out of all the stories I've written on here. 

And, Sheila from "The Finer Points of Sheila" plays a small but important role here too. Small world, eh? Cheers!"

***

Monday morning followed a bland and excruciatingly repetitive routine that Mark Gordian had become grudgingly used to. Like so many of the annoyances in this marriage, he was used to it, even accepting of it, but not at all content with it. He always reminded himself of that, every morning as he came down the stairs and subjected himself to a rerun of the morning before. He wasn't exactly conscious of the fact that he resented his life almost as much as he resented his wife, but he was aware of those feelings like he was sometimes aware of a dream he'd had and couldn't quite recall.

He hated the marriage. He had hated it for some time now and he knew he was getting worse at hiding it. What pissed him off the most was that Ellen Gordian was like Mr. Magoo, or to be more precise Mrs. Magoo, walking along and completely unaware of the realities lurking about in every shadow of their life. Mark knew that he loved her, or at least at one point he had. But he also knew that as time had moved on, he'd grown to resent her with a passion that had once been reserved for love only. He fought and struggled against it, doing everything he could short of screaming he wanted a divorce. He felt like a man who had been doped up, heavily sedated by a woman and coerced into a relationship he didn't really want.

Mark believed he had been fooled and tricked into marrying her. 

Once she had landed him, Ellen placed a heavy chain around his neck, pulled it tight and locked it off with a glimmering padlock that did everything it could make him believe he was happy. Every time he heard the word "padlock," he thought of the word "wedlock." Aside from the cute rhyme of the words, they were alike in the same ironic sense that the words "wife" and "life" were. Mark had found out that they meant same damn thing too late in the game to do anything about it. Only with a padlock came with a handy little key that upon a quick push and twist could reset everything. If only marriage were so simple. 

He looked down at his left hand and gazed at the gold band on his ring finger, a special kind of lock that was supposed to symbolize their undying love for each other, but a lock nonetheless.

'So take it off,' his mind said casually. 'Fuck the key, break the lock."

'It's not that simple,' he replied. 

It was never that simple, and Mark couldn't take it anymore.

It wasn't so much that Ellen made the same damned scrambled eggs (always slightly burned, no matter how hard she tried and no matter how much he complained) or the fact that she would always leave a wrinkle in his best shirts from her hectic ironing the night before. No, that was stuff that he supposed all husbands had to put up with at one time or another. Mark had once believed that all women were capable of being homemakers, somehow learning the ins and outs of the job through osmosis. Now he knew better. He supposed some women were never meant to be homemakers, and despite her best efforts, Ellen wasn't. All things considered, she was homogenously unqualified for the position.

'Devil's in the details,' he rolled his eyes.

"Damn eggs," Ellen smiled to herself and looked over at their one and half year old daughter, Maddie. The baby did her own heavy-handed version of the wink back at her mom, squinting both eyes shut and then open again. She giggled wildly.

"Say again?" Mark glanced at her neutrally, feeling more like he was seventy-one rather than thirty-one. God, Ellen made him feel so tired and old.

"I said the eggs aren't cooperating," she repeated, stirring the mess he would soon have to choke down.

"It's not the arrow, it's the Indian," Mark said dryly.

Ellen laughed and so completely unaware of the subtle barb he'd shot at her. Mark shook his head in thinly veiled contempt, watching her slave over the stove as wisps of smoke from the burning eggs were sucked into the ventilation hood. The sound of the air vent running was almost as grating as her voice, and Mark wondered what he had ever seen in her to begin with.

'She was a great fuck,' Mark reminded himself, 'And she had the right attitude.'

'Fuck it,' that inner voice insisted again, 'Fuck the key, break the lock.'

'Shut up.'

He remembered when he had first met her in college. She had been so beautiful then, so vibrant and full of energy. Her blonde hair had been brilliant and flaxen, coupled with a set of killer blue eyes and a set of tits that could make a grown man keel over from a hormone-induced heart attack. He remembered watching her walk to class in front him, her shapely ass flexing and swaying so hypnotically he found himself damn near running into posts and doorways trying to keep the view. And the sex had been monumental, her willingness to experiment with him as limitless as his own.

But that was ten years ago.

If he had known she would pack on thirty pounds, gain a belly and let her tits sag down like tired old punching bags he never would have married her. It seemed to happen over night, and Mark had come realize that her commitment to staying beautiful for him was not a priority anymore, especially now that Maddie was here. He busted his ass to stay trim and chiseled, though as time passed he did it more for himself than her. Ellen just seemed to not care what she looked like anymore.

It was a classic bait and switch. Mark discovered that the sports car he thought he had bought was actually a tired old station wagon.

'Buyer beware,' the voice taunted.

That realization had shocked him into a depression, the catalyst for the event happening one morning just after Maddie had been born when Ellen stepped out of the shower naked in front of him. For the first time, he realized that Ellen had aged about as well as a ripe potato and that the pregnancy had ruined her figure. His once sexy, pornographically alluring wife had become a stretched out mess. At thirty-one years old, she was closer to having the sex appeal of a ninety-year-old grandmother than the sensual nympho he had married.

Was it shallow to think that way? Sure. Mark knew that, but more importantly he was comfortable with that. He accepted his shallow point of view as the gospel truth, and he was able to live that way. He knew himself, and he knew what he liked and what he didn't like.

'And what you like ain't anywhere near this kitchen,' the voice informed him.

Oh, the appetite Ellen had for sex hadn't waned over the years. She constantly harassed him for sex and tried to be as alluring as she could be, wearing all kinds of lacy lingerie to seduce him and whispering erotic words into his decidedly unimpressed ear. And who could blame her? Mark knew he was attractive and found no gain in hiding the fact under false modesty. To save her feelings, he had played his part with all the heart he could muster. He would smile and kiss her and make sure that she felt secure in the knowledge that he still wanted her. Deep down, he wanted to just watch a little T.V. and then masturbate before going to sleep. Touching her had once been an unattainably obsessive goal, but now it was a chore. 

'Maybe that's you two haven't fucked since the baby was conceived?' the voice asked him.

'What the fuck was I thinking?' he thought miserably as Ellen scraped his charred eggs onto the expensive plates she had talked him into buying.

'With the money she's spent on the plates and the fucking lingerie, I could have bought myself a new four-wheeler...' he thought and eyed her like a businessman does a vagrant loitering around the storefront.

Mark ran his hand through his thick black hair and sighed. He supposed if he were content with her, it wouldn't have been so bad. If he hadn't known what else was out there, if he had been ignorant, he might have been able to settle into this half-life and be happy. But things hadn't turned out that way. He was a strong, attractive man with a handsome chiseled face that matched his body. He was in his prime, a finely tuned machine that was meant for sex in the way a racecar is built for the speedway. He was wasting time and energy revving his engine for such an unchallenging and unrewarding track as Ellen. Not when other women always noticed him, attractive women who looked like a woman should. 

Not like the frumpy, pathetic mom he saw here before him. Not this station wagon he had married...

"When will you be home tonight?" Ellen asked and sat his plate down in front of him, along with the customary salt and peppershakers. The acrid smell of burnt eggs attacked his nose and forced him to set back a little.

"Not sure," Mark shrugged and watched her bring him his glass of milk and mug of coffee. He folded up his paper and added, "It's finals week, and I do have over three hundred papers to grade yet..."

That was a lie. He had his assistants to do that, and the most he would have to do was just show up to give the tests. He planned to spend most of his time pursuing his other interests and take the racecar out on new tracks, really open up and find out what he was capable of. But what Ellen didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"I know," she nodded and smiled warmly. She scooped some eggs out in front of Maddie, her blonde hair falling in thick strands across her pale face. Maddie looked at the eggs questioningly for a moment, and shoved a handful into her mouth. Ellen added, "It's just that you've had to be there so much already... and I was hoping-"

"Baby," Mark interrupted, his cold blue eyes not meeting hers. He focused on his shiny silver fork (another expensive mistake courtesy Ellen, thank you very much) and stabbed the prongs into the mass of roasted eggs, "You know I can't right now. This is important."

Ellen sighed and sat down across from him. The morning sunlight flooded the kitchen of their home creating a beautiful (and in Mark's opinion unworthy) angelic glow on his wife's face. He hated seeing her like that, seeing her with any of the qualities that might make her seem like more than just a station wagon. He'd gotten used to seeing all her defects and was quite content living that way, but every so often, he saw a ghost of the woman she used to be. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, but when it did happen he recoiled as though a viper had bitten him. 

He didn't want to see her in a good light. Living with her and this marriage had been hard enough. Realizing he couldn't divorce her lest he lose custody of his daughter and the rather hefty inheritance from his father was even worse. But living with doubt over her worth as a wife and as a woman was an unbearable prospect for him.

So, in his mind, the rule had always been that she either was a good wife or a bad wife, and thus he could act accordingly. He could handle satisfying his needs outside the marriage if he was married to a pathetic, sad, angry shell of woman rather than a woman who just didn't meet his expectations. If she were just an ordinary, good housewife who did nothing but love and honor him but at the same time bore the shit out of him in bed then cheating on her would've been impossible. He couldn't cheat on a decent woman, but he could cheat on a bitch. So he vilified her, and as time had marched on from the moment he had first stepped outside their vows to now, he had become exceedingly good at it. 

When he cheated on her, he made damn sure he was doing it with a clean conscience. 

"Well," she took a sip of her coffee, her hair glowing in the morning light and her eyes piercingly alive. The blue corneas were lit up like neon lights and sparkling as she spoke, "We need sometime for ourselves, Mark. I feel like we're drifting apart."

"Not this again," he groaned. Mark dumped a pile of salt on the eggs that could have killed an army of garden slugs, though he was certain that slimy entree might have tasted a whole lot better in the end.

'Choking back the bile of resentment, are we?' the voice cackled.

"I'm not trying to upset you," she said diplomatically, "I just think maybe careers are taking importance over our marriage. You're on campus from eight in the morning until ten, even eleven o'clock at night all week long."

"You're damn right I am," he agreed harshly as he chewed the rubbery eggs, "Finally, someone notices it isn't a nine-to-five job..."

"I know," she said, keeping her voice even and steady. Mark choked down the eggs and gulped half his glass of milk. He would have to get breakfast at McDonalds on the way out along with some Alka-Seltzer. He glanced at the ancient grandfather clock across the way in the living room. To his relief, it was almost seven-twenty and time to go.

"If you know that then why do you keep doing this?" he asked keeping his eyes focused on her as though they were gun sights, unblinking and challenging her. He knew if he kept going, if he played off how hard he worked for her and how much he was trying to do the right thing, then she would see him as a victim. And that was another key point for him, a crucial cornerstone to his life; he was the victim. No matter what happened, he had to be the victim.

And Ellen made it easy for him to culture this idea in the house. It was in her nature to want to protect those who are being shit on. Even if it meant reprimanding herself for something she may or may not have done wrong. 

He saw her hesitate at his words, the pain and wounded emotional impact he was pouring into the argument giving her pause. Mark smiled inwardly, already feeling the tide of the argument shifting. He worked up some tears by placing his hand on his thigh under the table and out of view. He pinched his leg hard and once he felt his eyes water over, he asked, "Why keep rehashing this same old argument? When will it be enough?"

"Mark, I'm just saying I miss you," Ellen offered and reached out for his hand, "Maddie misses you."

"Don't bring Maddie into this," Mark warned as his voice wavered, his eyes glittering with tears about to spill over. Behind the facade, he felt himself getting pissed off. Bringing his daughter into the equation was an unfair blow and just a desperate attempt to get under his skin. She always did this when she got desperate, somehow thinking it was okay to use Maddie as a pawn in their problems. On one hand, it only further proved his acquired belief that she was an overbearing, suffocating bitch who had only wanted to land a man to control. On the other hand, it made him so angry he often imagined just punching her in the face for even thinking it. 

He said, "The girl is one and a half and doesn't keep tabs on me like you do."

"No one is keeping tabs," Ellen looked at him, her eyes wide with frustration, "She waits at the door for you until bed time. She loves you so much."

"And I love her too," Mark countered, his indignation almost tangible, "Which is why I bust my ass in the classroom every goddam day, Monday through Friday sometimes fourteen hours at a stretch. Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"No," Ellen shook her head, "Of course not."

"Then stop doing this."

"It's not like we need the money, Mark..."

"Don't!" he spat out, his face red with fury as he slammed his fist down on the table, "Don't even fucking go there! You may have had easy money growing up, a fat wad of cash in your pocket every time you and the girls went out, but I didn't. I earn what I fucking have. I paid for this house myself, I paid for my education myself and sure as fuck earned every last goddam cent in that saving account."

'Fuck the key, break the lock...'

Ellen stood there, her mouth gaped open as though she'd just been slapped, "That's not what I was trying to say-"

"Then think before you open your goddam mouth," Mark shot back. 

He knew it was a line of bullshit, though. He had in fact worked his ass off and paid for his home and education all on his own, this was true. He had in fact worked his ass off and earned every last red cent in the savings account through dedication and sacrifice to his work, this was true as well. But if Jack Michaels, Ellen's cantankerous prune of a father, died tomorrow and passed down that quarter million they'd been promised, Mark would've happily retired and spent the rest of life on a sunny beach in Barbados earning twenty percent. He'd take it easy and rest secure in the knowledge he'd earned all of that money by working hard and being married to Ellen. 

Being married to Ellen was a fucking hard job. 

When that day came, he would be glad to share the wealth with Maddie and give her all the things he'd never had

But Ellen? 

Mark was hoping that someday, hopefully before the lead ran out of his pencil at least, Ellen would get tired of him and leave. His highest hopes revolved around the possibility were that she would wise up and cheat like any normal woman would, or maybe just up and go without a word. He was desperate for her to do something, no anything, to give him an ironclad reason to divorce her. Why devote your life to man who isn't there and isn't going to be there? He dreamed that she would go and just disappear from his sight, leaving him free to chase all the ass he could ever desire and to finally be free.

'You expect the lock to open itself, you stupid fuck?' the voice asked incredulously, 'Break the lock, smart guy...' 

He hoped like a child waiting for that one special gift at Christmas time that she would leave, and everyday she didn't he dealt with the same sense of loss and disappointment a child would feel. Every day he woke up and she was still there, lightly snoring away with a pillow draped over her head (the pillow thing was a strange little ritual of hers... he never understood it and doubted he ever would). As the depression mounted, he became even more liberal in his desires to get away from her. Sometimes, very late at night as he lay there in bed thinking of other women he wanted to stick it to, he would think even darker thoughts than just setting her up for a divorce. 

At first, he felt bad for thinking such things, but now he was much more comfortable with the idea. He thought if she committed suicide, it wouldn't be such a horrible loss. Yes, there would be no question then, would there? She would be revealed as the fraud he knew her to be, that he had figured her out to be. She would be out of his hair and he could raise his daughter alone, women being an option in his life and not a fixture. Besides, it wouldn't be a good woman throwing it all way... it would be a selfish hag ending her life because she didn't want to make everyone else miserable.

It was the most responsible thing Ellen could do.

At least, that's how Mark saw it. It was how he had to see it.

"Okay," she threw her hands up, her voice shaking. She brought one hand to her forehead and sighed, her eyes shut tight, "I don't want to do this. Not in front of Maddie... I'm sorry I brought it up."

Mark looked over at Maddie, her big blue eyes fixed on them both in silent confusion as she chewed her eggs.

"I have to go," Mark shoved himself away from the kitchen table, letting the feet of the chair groan and skid across the floor loudly. He grabbed his jacket and briefcase off the counter and left without a word. He was fuming, consumed with frustration and anger. Part of him wanted to keep fighting it out, but he knew better. He had to leave now, because as quickly as the argument had started, Ellen would try to extinguish the fire before it got any worse. He wanted unrest, not resolution here. He hurried across the living room, the relentlessly hollow tick-tock of the grandfather clock marking his time. 


Red Orchids Ch. 01



He could sense she was about to make an overture towards peace. She hated leaving things bad between them. It was a trait passed down from generation to generation in her family though, as Mark had found out. Ellen's father had given him only one piece of advice the day before their wedding that seemed to be the family motto. Jack Michaels had pulled him away on a fishing trip that Saturday while Ellen spent the day with friends and once they were in the middle of the lake, the old coot had told him, "Never go to bed angry."

Never go to bed angry.

'Thanks so much, fucking Doctor Ruth,' the voice chimed in.

"Mark," Ellen called after him.

'Here it comes,' he thought, 'The peace overture...' 

Ellen composed herself enough to leave the kitchen and made to follow him, to stop him and apologize for whatever offense she had committed. As she rounded the corner into the living room, the front door slammed shut and rattled the doorframe. Ellen looked at the door for a moment, her heart thundering in her chest. There might have been a time when she would have imagined it opening again and her husband suddenly walking through with a smile on his face and an apology on his lips. She would have imagined him coming back to her, tossing his briefcase on the couch and holding her in his arms. She wanted to imagine the kiss he would give her, like when they were first together, that hot needful kiss that said everything he couldn't find the words to express. She wanted to imagine their reconciliation from a morning misunderstanding being nothing less than a hot exploration of each other's bodies, a refresher in the many reasons why they had fallen in love in the first place.

But the door remained shut.

And Ellen stood alone in the living room as her daughter began to cry from all the commotion.

Outside, the engine of their Ford Explorer revved to life and idled for a moment. There was the click of a parking brake being disengaged and then the rushed sound of her husband backing out of the driveway way too fast. As if to underline and highlight his anger with her, to make it more blunt and obvious he stepped on the gas hard. The loud squeal of rubber against blacktop hailed Mark's departure and the end of another morning at the Gordian hacienda.

Ellen turned and hugged herself, her arms in an "X" across her breasts. There would be no passionate reminders of why they had fallen in love today. Ellen sighed wearily. There hadn't been any of those for a long time, and God knew, she needed them now more than ever.

"Oh God, help me," she prayed as hot tears burned in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

***

While his wife tended to cleaning the kitchen up from the morning breakfast and somehow managing to hold and comfort Maddie, Mark Gordian was across town in the apartment of a brunette waitress named Alicia Keel. Alicia was everything Ellen was not, but more importantly, she was a new and exciting adventure for him to race along. And from the moment he'd met her, he'd been amazed by her twists and curves.

Mark was laying flat on his back in her bedroom, bare ass naked with his face buried in the folds of her cleanly shaved pussy. He darted his tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping at her and trying his best to make their quickie a quickie to remember. Alicia, for her part, was on her hands and knees in the classic sixty-nine position as she sucked on his long, hard cock. He was trying his best not let go too soon, but her throaty moans were vibrating his shaft violently and bringing him closer to his orgasm.

Alicia desperately held onto her cool as he ate her out, doing her damnedest to ignore the fluttering sensations tickling her from the lips of her cunt to up high in her stomach. She glanced over at the mirror bolted to the closet door briefly to see what they looked like. She loved seeing herself being intimate with a man, this man in particular. She was as perfectly toned and shaped as her lover, her perky breasts hanging down and swaying with each bob of her head as she polished his monster of a cock. She smiled as she sucked, thinking about how good they looked together.

It was such a turn on. 

She remembered that when she had first met Mark Gordian towards the end of her shift at the diner a few weeks ago and he had commented in his own not-so-subtle way that she had fabulous lips. He had said they looked so full and kissable. Already a veteran of many opening lines after a year of working at the diner, she had seen right though him. His line was obvious and beyond unoriginal for her taste. And on top of that, she noticed the gold wedding band on his finger shining like a great big flashy warning to stay away, sorry Mr. Gordian belonged to another woman. But, he was so damned good looking and the way he gazed at her with those black penetrating eyes had melted her quick. Alicia knew that it didn't take much for a man to get into her panties, even less when the man was as gorgeous as Mark. 

So when he asked her out, she had immediately said yes. When he wanted to fuck her, she'd been unable to say no and was at the mercy of her sex drive. It didn't take him long to prove his theory about her lips being so kissable. Now, those lips were suctioned around his thick shaft in a tight seal as she performed the art of fellatio.

She had thought maybe the affair would last a week at the most, a month at the best, but the fact of the matter was they were so fucking good together that they couldn't stay away. Mark made up all kinds of bullshit excuses to get away from his wife. Everything from working late, to golfing with a buddy to even having doctor's appointments for his, please pardon the big fat lie, "bad back." The sex was fabulous, and Alicia couldn't get enough of him.

Mark grunted as the moans coming from Alicia's throat teased his dick. She was bobbing up and down on him like a jackhammer, slurping and sucking on his pole for all she was worth. Mark turned his focus on her clit. Alicia tended to run a little dry, but after a few minutes of flicking her love button with his tongue the right way, she was dripping wet. Mark felt himself overcome by his primal animal side and the uninhibited urges that Ellen used to enjoy so much. He felt powerful and in control while at the same time completely out of his mind. 

He sucked and fucked her delicious cunt with his expert tongue, working the strong muscle back and forth and to and fro inside her. Alicia tried to keep pace with the rhythm of his tongue as he attacked her clit. Mark wanted her off balance and at his mercy as he plunged two fingers deep inside her sex while at the same time he drove his tongue into her ass. 

"Oh Jesus," Alicia spit out his cock for a moment in a spray of precum and saliva as her body shook with pleasure. She uttered a breathless shout as he tongue fucked her hole. He pulled his fingers out and slapped her tight ass, encouraging her to keep going. Alice loved the sound of his powerful hand slapping her soft flesh and she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, the swollen head pressing into the wet interior of the back of her throat. She didn't gag at all as she deep throated his ten-inch rod. Mark worked his lips methodically around her clit and suckled on her while squeezing her cheeks with both hands. Her nectar was dribbling down his chin as he passionately attended to her button.

Alice worked his shaft in and out of her mouth with an urgency that Mark had never once felt from Ellen, even when their relationship had been good. He followed her pace, imagining that he was fucking her tasty snatch. He instinctively began letting his hips rock back and forth. Mark already sensed an unbearably hot pressure building inside him and he knew he getting close. Alicia could almost feel his semen churning like the boiling reserves of an active volcano inside his sac. Mark went back to tongue fucking her and started teasing her clit with his fingertips. She reacted instantly and violently, her hips bucking against his mouth as though they were under a whip.

The delicate inner-muscles of her sex quivered against the texture of his tongue as she took one hand and massaged his swollen balls. She worked her mouth in a vigorous massage of his cock with every intention of milking him to the last drop. When Mark came, he always came hard and with a big load. He tasted so sweet to her and she found it was a pleasure swallowing. Mark bragged that he ate lots of fruits, peaches and pineapples just for her, because he wanted her to enjoy him as much as he enjoyed her. 

Alicia believed it. Before she'd been with Mark, she'd never known that she was such a passionate cum guzzler. Now, whenever she had sex she had to know what her partner tasted like. She felt disappointed if she didn't get at least one shot to the mouth before the evening ended.

She swirled her tongue around his cock and to her surprise felt it swell and grow a little bigger than it already was. She knew he was getting close to his climax, almost as close as she was. She had never been with anyone who could last as long as he could. Mark loved for them to orgasm together, and at the rate he was going, he would have his way. Alicia felt beads of sweat rolling down her face and trailing down her underarms as her orgasm wound and tightened like a rubber band inside her, pulling and stretching to the point of no return.

"You taste so good," Mark growled into her. 

A familiar and undeniable heat seared from the heavy sack of his testicles to the base of his skull. He cried out into her cunt as his cock spasmed and erupted. His hot cream spewed from his head in tingling bursts, jetting out in huge gobs. The semen squirted down her throat and filled her mouth up as he unloaded his seemingly endless supply of semen. She swallowed as much as she could, savoring his cum as she would a fine wine.

Alicia cried out suddenly as she felt the imaginary rubber band holding her orgasm back snap. A red-hot bloom exploded and spread out as her cunt trembled, unable contain the sensations anymore. She gushed her equally sweet hot nectar into his mouth in powerful spurts. Mark lapped at her like a dog, devouring the essence of her sex and not relenting until she had ejaculated all she had to offer.

Mark demanded all or nothing, the best of the best. Ellen had once understood that about him. Now Alice understood it so well that on mornings like this, Ellen was only distant and faded memory. 

Alicia licked the length of his shaft, leaving his slowly retracting cock clean and shiny with saliva. She lifted one leg up and turned around to see Mark looking at her with a hungry gleam in his eyes that she knew all too well. He slid his hands up her stomach and to her full breasts, massaging them and playing with her painfully erect nipples. He rolled her nubs between his thumbs and forefingers gently, telling her in his own quiet way that he was still not satisfied.

"You'll be late for work, Professor," Alicia smiled broadly as she straddled Mark. She rubbed her sopping cunt against his already recovering shaft, rolling her hips from side to side slowly as she ran her hands through her long dark hair.

"I have another half hour," he whispered and watched her stomach and breasts as she teased him. She was damn near hypnotizing him as he drank her in.

"And I'll be late for work," she pouted, truly sad they couldn't continue with their sexual Olympics, "Manny will fire my ass for sure if I'm late again."

"You won't be late," Mark tried to persuade her, "It's only eight-thirty... you have until nine..."

"Nice try, Romeo," Alicia slapped his muscular chest playfully and dismounted him, knowing that if she kept rubbing herself against him, she would probably be fired by the end of the day.

"Okay," Mark grumbled and rolled over onto his stomach. He rested his chin on his hands and watched Alicia pull out her work clothes. She had to wear a form fitting light blue uniform that did nothing but make her look like stripper posing as waitress. The skirt seemed a little too short for her long, toned legs and the shirt always seemed just a little too small for her C-cup breasts. 

"Does Manny make you wear a uniform that's one size too small to bring in more customers?" Mark asked, trying to make his cock subside. But the view of this naked, beautiful twenty-two year-old woman only made it worse.

"No," Alicia shook her head as she grabbed her towel and went for the shower, "I wear it a size too small because the tips are so much better when men are horny."

"I see," Mark sat up and reached for his clothes, carelessly tossed on top of Alicia's bedroom television set in a crumpled heap. He hoped nothing had been wrinkled. Ellen did such a good job ironing his slacks he'd hate to have her hard work go to waste. 

Alicia poked her head back into the bedroom as the shower heated up and asked, "Your wife still has no clue?"

"Nope, not a single clue," Mark shook his head and then looked at her, "Why do you ask?" 

Alicia looked at him. "It's just that I saw her in the diner yesterday, and I thought for a moment that she knew about us. It was only for a second, but the way she looked at me was just, I don't know, weird."

"She looks at everyone weird," Mark sighed, not wanting to talk about his personalized ball and chain, "Believe me, if she knew, I'd be the first to hear about it."

Alicia shrugged. "Just making sure."

Mark pulled his boxers and slacks up with a single tug, and then paused. He carefully regarded Alicia for a moment and asked, "Are you feeling guilty?"

Alicia rolled her eyes. "No. I just wanted to make sure all was well on your end."

Mark walked over and pulled her to him, their flesh once again pressing against each other and conducting electricity. Alicia loved how his ripped body felt against her, all those perfectly formed muscles and those huge, overly developed pecs that screamed for her lips. Alicia smiled and tried to gain control of herself as she hugged him and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Everything is fine," he reminded her and tapped his wedding band, "And they will continue to be fine as long as we can keep our secrets."

Alicia nodded, and for a moment, she felt uneasy. Every so often, Mark Gordian could get this peculiar shadow across his face that just hit her the wrong way. There was something potentially dangerous in his Cheshire cat grin that dared her to dig a little deeper if she had the nerve. He was subtly showing her he had a much darker side, daring her to cross the line and see what lay beneath his charming exterior. It thrilled her, as most bad boys and their personality quirks did, but at the same time she was a little scared. Sometimes, she wondered if Ellen Gordian was going to end up a headline in the morning news, missing or murdered.

Or both?

Alicia smiled and dismissed the thought. She shoved it away and instead focused on the best sex she had ever had, and the fact that she was fucking a married man. She loved the excitement, and she loved being this bad.

***

"Hey hot stuff," Sheila Crane smiled and she sat down at the table with Ellen. Sheila was looking undeniably pregnant now, her belly already ballooning like a massive beach ball as she eased into her fourth month. Her already large breasts were swelling in preparation for the baby and looked huge under her outfit. She wore a simple blue maternity dress, her bronzed hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Hey you," Ellen replied, "You look great."

"Yeah, for a woman with her own zip code," Sheila replied wryly and worked her way into the booth, her bottom lips sucked into her mouth with determination, "I feel like I'm going to give birth to a ten and half pork roast..."

Ellen laughed. "There's an image."

Sheila finally settled in and sat her purse down. Ellen was careful not ask too many questions right off the bat, as Sheila was still finalizing a nasty divorce from her husband Tom. She hadn't been all that surprised when she heard about the end of the end of their marriage. She remembered thinking when she first met Tom a few years back that he was a dumb fuck, and it had was all she could do to not blurt out her opinion. She'd met him at an office Christmas party and the sleaze did nothing but leer and gawk at Ellen the whole time. He undressed her with his eyes several times to say the least, and she actually cringed at the feeling of his gaze on her body. In fact, many people shared Ellen's suspicion that Tom was more than just a mild mannered husband, and apparently Sheila had finally came to the same conclusion in January. 

Ellen had always been thankful her Mark was nothing like Tom Crane.

Lately though, she had her doubts.

"Okay," Sheila eyed her as she sipped her water, "You call me at work and say you need to talk. It can't be about anything good."

"Are you saying I only bug you when I got a problem?"

Sheila nodded, her trademark smart-ass grin spreading like a fire across her lips, "Yeah, that's what I'm saying. But what else are friends for?"

Ellen smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes. Sheila reached across the table and held her hand. "What is it, kid?"

"I just," Ellen began and faltered, not sure of how to continue.

Sheila smiled reassuringly and squeezed her hand. "It's okay, take your time."

Ellen thought of how to begin, and then finally said, "When did you know you and Tom were over?"

Sheila's eyebrows raised up, her eyes a little surprised at the strange question. She hadn't been sure what was going on with Ellen when she got the call to meet her this morning, but she knew it was probably a bad thing. Ellen never used the word "over" in context to marriage, so now Sheila was certain it was more than just bad. She said, "Well, I suppose when Tom started hitting me it finally sank in. But if you want to be technical, I knew it was over when I met Doug."

"Doug?" Ellen asked.

Sheila looked at her coyly, "My new beau."

"You have a beau?"

"A stud..."

"A stud?"

Sheila smiled.

"Is it serious?"

Sheila nodded and patted her belly.

"That's not Tom's baby?" Ellen asked, disbelief etched across her face.

"No sweetie, it's not," Sheila said, "It wasn't planned either. Just kinda happened."

"Do I know this guy?" Ellen couldn't help it. Mark could take a back seat for a few minutes...

Sheila hesitated, and then said, "No, you don't actually. He lives near my house. He was a friend of my daughter."

"Your eighteen year-old daughter?"

"Yep."

"Elle had a friend that you're dating now?"

Ellen leaned over the table, "How old is he?"

"Promise you won't judge?"

"Oh God, Sheila," Ellen giggled.

"Promise."

"No judgments."

"He's eighteen."

"You're forty-five!" Ellen exclaimed.

"I feel like I'm twenty-five," she laughed.

Ellen shook her head. She couldn't believe it was true. The idea of taking a lover so much younger was both taboo and yet strangely alluring to her. She leaned back and looked at her friend through different eyes. Sheila did look younger, her face was absolutely glowing and her eyes were actually beaming. Being pregnant probably had something to do with the glow, but the look in her eyes was nothing short of happiness and contentment.

"Wow," she took a drink of water, "Wow."

"I know," Sheila agreed, "It's insane."

"And he's okay with the baby?"

"He's a very unique young man," Sheila said, "He wants to start a family."

"Can he support himself?"

"I'm the breadwinner 'til he finishes college, and then he's driving from there."

"And his parents?"

"They aren't happy at all," Sheila shrugged, "But he is his own man."

"Wow."

"Sex good?"

Sheila grinned devilishly and whispered, "You have no idea..."

Ellen looked at her stomach, "I think I do."

Ellen smiled, "You love him?"




Red Orchids Ch. 01



"With all my heart."

"And he loves you? For sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, who can argue with that?" Ellen said, "I'm thirty-one, and I haven't got it figured out yet."

Ellen wondered what it was like to be that happy with someone you loved. She and Mark hadn't been on the same wavelength since they got married. Her heart sank as she recognized that look in Sheila's eyes as one she used to have over Mark. Ellen felt her happiness dwindling away as she thought of the argument this morning, and the harsh words that had passed between them.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the waitress appeared at the edge of the table, her young face alive with what seemed to genuine enthusiasm for taking their order. She had to be no more twenty years old, her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail that bounced behind her when she moved. She opened her note pad and said, "What can I get you ladies?"

"Nothing for me sweetie," Sheila smiled, and then, "Actually, a tall glass of orange juice would be great."

The waitress nodded and scribbled it down, "And you miss?"

Ellen looked up and was about to say she only wanted a cup of coffee when she saw the startled look on the girl's face. "Is there anything wrong?" Ellen asked.

The waitress, whose nametag read ALICIA, stood there for a moment, speechless. Ellen wondered if she had a booger ready to pop out of her nose or if she had somehow sprouted a toe out of her forehead. The girl looked like she was ready to fall over, and then finally shook her head a little and smiled.

"I'm sorry," she blushed nervously and stuttered, "You just look so familiar."

Ellen shrugged, "Do I know you?"

'Oh God I know your husband,' Alicia thought dismally as she forced her smile to remain fixed on her face. She replied, "No I don't think so... Actually, I thought you looked like Rebecca De Mornay for a minute there."

Sheila looked at Ellen, her eyes wide with impish amusement.

"A little star struck," Alicia laughed nervously, "I'm sorry."

"Oh it's okay," Ellen reassured her, still not sure about what had just happened. Rebecca DeMornay? She almost said it happened all the time to her, but the fact was it didn't.

"Don't worry sweetie," Sheila waved her hand, "The more compliments you give, the bigger your tip. Tell me I look like Heidi Klum and I'll tip ya twenty."

Alicia laughed again, the momentary shock of seeing the wife of the man she had been in bed with not more than two hours ago now slowly fading away. Alicia felt a pang of guilt in her stomach as she looked at Ellen up close. She had seen her a few times before, and since she had started fucking Mark she always made it a point to look Ellen over. 

Now that she was up close, she honestly couldn't see what Mark was so bent out of shape over. She was beautiful in a very classic sense of the word, and she did in fact exude a lot of the sophistication and sexuality that Rebecca De Mornay seemed to flaunt so effortlessly. She might be a total bitch, but if she was Alicia couldn't tell. She wondered about Mark and his standards, trying to figure out just how she had been able to catch his attention when he had a woman like Ellen at home.

"Miss?"

Alicia stumbled out of her thoughts, embarrassed, "This is a red letter morning for me. I'm so sorry again. And you wanted?"

"Coffee, please," Ellen said, "Regular."

"No sweat," Alicia smiled and then hurried away.

"No there's an ego booster," Sheila remarked, and then added glumly, "Poor kid just missed out on twenty dollar tip..."

"I guess so," Ellen nodded, "You think she was just being funny?"

"Remember 'Risky Business', Ellen?" Sheila poked at her, "I'd say it's a compliment."

Ellen smiled and blushed, "She did give me a funny look the other day."

Sheila took another drink of water, "Of course she did. She thought she might get an autograph from you."

Ellen laughed.

"Or maybe she's flirting with you..."

"Stop it please," Ellen rolled her eyes.

"Lez-Be-Friends?"

"Whatever," she took a long drink of water.

"You do look like her, though."

"Thanks," Ellen looked down at her hands, the laugh suddenly draining out of her face..

"So what is going on?" Sheila asked, "And no more stalling."

Ellen took a deep breath, "I think my marriage is going to end."

Sheila frowned, "Why? What happened?"

"Mark just doesn't seem interested in me anymore," she said, feeling a familiar lump in the back of her throat threatening to force tears out her eyes, "He... doesn't really see me anymore. Only his work."

"Well, the man is a college professor, Ellen. And it is the week before break," Sheila offered, "He might be stressed out."

"He's been stressed out for almost ten years now," Ellen said, "Even when Maddie was born, he didn't really respond. It's like we were a burden or something..."

"Where is the munchkin, anyway?"

"With my dad for the afternoon," Ellen said, "I couldn't handle her today..."

Sheila thought for a moment, twirling her ice water with one finger, "What's Mark been doing to make you feel this way?"

"He's just really short with me. Always on the defensive and always too busy for sex," Ellen shoved her menu aside.

"Too busy for sex?" Sheila laughed, "Are you sure we're talking Mark here?"

"I'm sure," she said and couldn't help but think of the length and thickness of her husband's penis. He was ten inches long and wide enough to stretch her out every time... even just thinking about his cock made her horny. She adjusted her position slightly as her cunt slowly juiced itself into a slick reminder of the sex she had been denied for so long.

"Working a lot of late hours now?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah."

"Always has a busy schedule out of the house?"

"Yeah."

"Seems like he's having a mini case of menopause every day?"

"Yeah," Ellen nodded.

Sheila sighed and looked away as though she were debating whether to say another word or not.

"What is it?" Ellen prompted her, "You can be honest."

There was a long moment of silence.

"I'm not accusing anyone of anything, understand," Sheila warned, her dark eyes unflinching and deadly serious, "But I know when Tom was stepping out on me, he had the same M.O. Always too busy for me, always too much work at the office and always never enough sleep at night."

Ellen was silent.

"I'm not saying he's cheating," Sheila put her hands up, "All I'm saying is people don't get defensive unless they got something to be defensive about."

She had never really thought Mark capable of such an act. Oh, she knew he had been a player back in the bachelor days before they first met, but he'd left that behind to be with her. Ellen felt sick at the thought, and tried not to let her breakfast repeat on her as she shook her head.

"No," she smiled half-heartedly, "No, he wouldn't."

"No," Sheila agreed hesitantly, "I'm sure he wouldn't. So you gotta ask yourself, what else is going on then?"

Ellen tried to think of something, anything that could explain the change in her husband. But the more she tried to fit the pieces together elsewhere, the more she couldn't ignore the fact that his behavior followed the textbook signs of infidelity almost to the letter. It seemed to explain a lot.

"I don't know," Ellen admitted, "Maybe."

"You finding any unusual perfumes or lipstick on him or his clothes?"

"No," Ellen said and began biting her thumbnail, "Never."

But then she'd never really paid attention either... she never had a reason to.

"Okay, calm down now," Sheila pulled her hand down, "Don't bite your nails."

There was another long pause. Ellen looked out the window.

"You know," Sheila laughed, "I have no room to accuse anyone of anything. As much as Tom cheated on me, I did cheat on him with Doug. The marriage was dead, but we were still legally together."

"Yeah, but Tom deserved it."

"Maybe he did," Sheila agreed, "Maybe he did. Either way, people are only human. Some of us are better than others, sure, but not many. I know Doug is better than most because I watched him get hit on by my daughter one night and he said no."

"No kidding?"

"Elle took her shirt and bra off on the back porch and made a pass at him that even made me horny," Sheila said confidentially, "You know how big her tits are. They're like mine, magnets for men. And for a moment, I thought he might actually go for it. But he didn't. He was with me, and he proved himself. I wish I could say that I was that unbreakable when it came to Tom, but I wasn't."

"Maybe," Ellen said, "But what have I done to drive to Mark away like this? I quit my job at the firm to be at home with Maddie, I cook, I clean, I sew and I do everything for him."

"Who knows?" Sheila shrugged, "Could be anything. But we both know that Mark has an insatiable sexual appetite, and he doesn't just go without. He's like Tom... he's a thrill seeker."

"If he's not getting it from me," Ellen said dismally and felt the reality hardening in her mind despite her best efforts at denial, "He's got to be getting it from somewhere else. When things were good, we had sex at least five times a week."

"And now?"

"Before Maddie was born? Maybe once, twice a week. Now? Never."

"Twice in a week is what a lot of married couples end up with," Sheila comforted her, "And that's okay. But not at all? That's a bad sign."

Ellen shook her head, not wanting to believe what she already knew to be true in her heart. She felt so unattractive, so unwanted as she sat there in the middle of the restaurant with Sheila. Rebecca De Mornay? Please. She felt alone and wanted nothing more than to just crawl under the carpet and hide until this whole thing blew over. Then she could crawl out and have her husband again, have a life worth living for.

"Am I ugly, Sheila?" Ellen blurted out, catching her friend off guard.

Sheila almost choked on her water. "What? No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?"

"I'm not twenty-one anymore," Ellen looked at the small belly protruding out under her breasts. Right now, it seemed like a disgusting rolling paunch of white flesh stretching her shirt out.

"Neither am I," Sheila said, "So you've had a baby, big deal. Very few women bounce back from babies and have washboard stomachs. I didn't. You're beautiful, Ellen. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"What can I do?" Ellen sighed, "Mark spends so much time on his body that I think he wants me to be that way too, and I can't."

"You what you need?" Sheila asked.

"A new ass and some liposuction?"

"No," Sheila rolled her eyes, "You need your career back."

"I can't. I have Maddie at home..."

"Day care, bitch," Sheila smiled, "Get yourself some daycare."

Ellen thought about that for a moment.

"I know that Carl would hire you back in a minute," Sheila encouraged her, "You're the best accountant he ever had, well, after me anyway."

"You think he would?"

"I know he would. And, once you start working again, you might get your self-esteem back, kid. You need it."

"How did you get yours back from Tom?"

Sheila paused and looked away. She quietly said, "I fucked my daughter's best friend on my kitchen table and divorced that piss-poor excuse for a husband."

"I don't know if that'll work for me," Ellen said.

"Regardless," Sheila said, "Come back to work."

Ellen knew that Mark would not be happy with her if she decided to go back out into the workforce. He would be even less happy about shelling out money for a daycare, but Ellen had finally come to a point where she didn't care. She would pay for the babysitter herself if the need be, and he wouldn't have anything to say about it. If Mark wanted to dedicate his life to something other than her then that was fine. Ellen wasn't about to waste time pining for a man who wasn't going to be there, doting on him hand and foot just to get the sharp end of his temper.

"Maybe it'll help him get a little perspective?" Ellen suggested.

"That too," Sheila nodded.

"Okay," Ellen said, starting to feel a little better, "I'll do it."

***

On his lunch break, Mark skipped eating in his office and instead got into his SUV. He turned the key and after a moment's deliberation drove off campus heading south. He had a good two hours before his next class was due to begin, and although he had packed a lunch with salami sandwiches and a delicious salad, he knew he was hungry for something else. The sky began to cloud over with thick rolling thunderheads as he drove out of the city and into the outlying suburbs. A lot of kids who made up the student body lived out here and Mark wondered how many were home and how many were actually at class right now.

He pulled into the driveway of a modified Cape Cod house at the end of a cul-de-sac on Witcham Street. He set the parking brake and stepped out into the humid air. With one touch on the remote, the doors clicked shut and sounded a reassuring double stunted siren to confirm. He straightened out his suit, making sure his tie was straight as he walked across the closely trimmed lawn to the front door. The air was filled with the husky aromas of fresh cut grass and flowers. Mark smiled, slipped off his wedding band and let it fall into his pocket as he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came a muted voice from behind the door.

"Mark Gordian," he replied, "Remember?"

Emma Sirtis answered the door, opening it up only a sliver as she confirmed the identity of her caller. He could see she was wearing her purple bathrobe and nothing else, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders in thick black curls. She smelled of lavender, and he knew she had just finished showering. Her distinctly Greek features were warm and familiar, the kind of face sculptors loved to chisel into marble and the kind of body only statues could ever really have. Her dark eyes looked him over quickly, appraising him as he had just done her.

"Mark?" she smiled and threw the door open, her accent still just barely audible despite her best efforts to loose it, "You came?"

"You bet," Mark grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss. Her tongue feverishly explored his mouth as he slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed. 'You bet I came,' he smiled inwardly and thought of Alicia, 'Came only a few hours ago...'

"I thought you were busy all this week," Emma slapped his shoulder playfully as she ushered him and closed the door, "Isn't it finals week at the college?"

"Yeah, but I had a little time to spare," he said casually and looked around the living room, "Why aren't you at work?"

"I'm the night chef, remember?" she smiled and walked to the television. He watched her ass every step of the way as she went, the terry cloth rising up just enough to give him a tantalizing view of the lower crescents of her ass cheeks. She flipped the set off and closed the large oak entertainment center.

"That's right," Mark snapped his fingers as he took his jacket off, "You work at the Olive Garden."

"Nice of you to remember," she frowned, putting her bottom lip out, "Nice of you to call too."

Mark slid his hands around her waist, "I can't help it baby. I really wanted to but it's just been so fucking busy."

Emma looked away, trying to keep up her act of being upset but failing miserably. A small smile had cracked on her full lips and a blush was blooming on her cheeks, warming up her olive colored complexion even more. She put her face against his chest and inhaled his cologne, relishing the feeling of his powerful muscles around her. They had only been on one date together, but what a date it had been. Emma never slept with men on first dates, but Mark had been the exception. He was so well built and completely charming that she still could not remember where she had lost resolve.

"Would you like some watermelon?" she asked, tracing small circles with her fingernails across his broad backside.

"Would love some," Mark said and made every effort to let his erection rub against her. She obviously felt it growing because as she broke their embrace she looked down and cocked an eyebrow, "Still bulging I see?"

"Only around you."

"Uh huh," she smiled and walked into the kitchen. Mark looked at the clock on the wall, and saw he had plenty of time to linger with Emma. He wondered what Ellen was up to briefly as he followed her. He imagined her at home still, either trying to contain Maddie or thinking of someway to make his life even more miserable when he walked in the door tonight. He shoved her out of his mind and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. The pleasant scent of cinnamon caressed his nose as he looked inside and marveled at all the cookware Emma had accrued.

"You actually use all those?" he motioned to the huge frying pans and woks hanging over her large stove, "Or are they just for show?"

"Both," she shrugged and looked at the bulge in his crotch. She motioned to it with her head as she cut open the large watermelon, "You actually use that, or is it just for show?"

Mark smiled broadly, "Both."

"I see," Emma smiled and sliced the melon up into long, thin sections. Her robe had opened enough to let him see the slopes of her breasts. They jiggled and moved with her slicing motions, enticing him and making him feel lightheaded. Alicia had a great rack, but Emma had a pair of tits that just wouldn't quit. And whereas Alicia had breasts that suffered from a slight tan line in the shape of a bikini top, Emma's were completely and deliciously tanned. She looked up and saw him gawking. Emma smiled, making no effort to hide the increasingly revealing view of her breasts as she opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.

Emma bent over, her tight ass stuck out in the air. Mark felt himself growing more and more aroused as she dug through the large bottom drawer. Her robe had slid its way up the curve of her ass and revealed her equally tanned buttocks as well as her intentions. Mark felt his cock twitch as he leaned over a little and took in the view of her lips. The moist folds of her sex seemed to call out to him, begging for the touch of his lips and fingers. 

He slipped off his shoes and quietly walked across the kitchen to her. He placed his hands on her hips and slid his hands slowly across her cheeks, like a man might stroke the perfect hood of a fine automobile. That's what Emma was, a fine and very fast car that dared him to take her out for a spin, if he was bold enough. Emma jumped at the sensation of his rough hands on her skin but did not move away. Mark pulled her back to him, making sure his throbbing erection was right between her ass cheeks and pushed the door shut.

"Do you want the melon or did you just want to fuck?" Emma closed her eyes as he pressed her up against the cold door. Her nipples went hard as shivers ran down her body from the cool plastic covering of the fridge door. 

"We can do both," Mark whispered in her ear and licked her smooth lobe. She sighed lustily as he pulled her robe open and off her shoulders. Emma could hardly think as her pussy become suddenly wet and delightfully slick. She gripped the edges of the fridge and grinded her ass against his hard member.

"What'd you have in mind?" she asked, loving the sensations coming from her breasts as they pressed against the icy door. Mark parted her legs and knelt down behind her, moving with an eerie yet tantalizing silence. She stood there, legs wide as though she were about to be searched and waited for a few moments, anticipation coursing through her veins. Mark took off his jacket and positioned himself on his knees so that he could slip his tongue into her wet folds. She gasped out loud as he applied a slow, long lick down the length of her slit, keeping his tongue firmly pressed against her.

'Fuck it,' he smiled, 'Break the lock..."

He reached up to the counter and grabbed one of the melon slices she had carved out. He parted her lips with two fingers, opening her pussy up just enough to let him see the hot pink inner folds. Emma laughed a little as he slid the slice against her tight pussy. She quivered at the touch of the cool fruit and thought about how she had never considered using watermelon before as a sex toy. She had heard of people using bananas sure, but never a slice of watermelon.




Red Orchids Ch. 01



"You like that?" Mark asked softly.

"Yes," she smiled.

She moaned and spread her legs wider, encouraging Mark to use more than just the fruit. Mark readily agreed and repositioned himself under her, leaving the slice of melon firmly embedded in her cunt. Emma squeezed the melon with her pussy, pulling her muscles tight and enjoying the new sensations. Mark then slowly worked his tongue into her, lapping up the sweet melon juices that were dripping out of her. He gently ran the tip of his experienced tongue along her soft folds, making her squirm and moan. The small triangular patch of dark pubic hair above her pussy tickled his nose as he curled his tongue into a curve and began wildly fucking her with it. Emma was now whimpering loudly as he stimulated her, her approval of his moves coming out in deep moans and heavy breathing.

"Oh God, Mark," she managed as he drove his tongue in and out, nibbling at the fruit between licks. She couldn't decided which felt better; the deep penetration of the watermelon slice or Mark's tongue acrobatics. Emma's began to shake as the pleasure became too intense for her already strained legs. She slowly slid down against Mark, letting him lean back against the door as her breasts grazed his face. He licked her nipples quickly as she finally came to a rest in his lap, her pussy now soaking wet.

"I've missed you," she cooed as she undid his shirt and pulled his tie off. He became aware that her wet cunt was soaking the front of his pants, but he didn't care anymore. He could also feel the piece of watermelon still inside her pussy. It slid up into her even further as they grinded on each other. She pushed his shirt back and marveled at his hard body, her fingers playing with his nipples.

"I've missed you too," he whispered and cupped her breasts in his hands, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. Emma had such long nipples, the longest Mark had ever seen at about an inch long. He loved playing with them and watching her exotic face report her reactions. He rolled them in his fingers and she closed her eyes, lips partly opened and tongue slowly sliding across her teeth.

Mark suddenly lifted her up into his powerful arms sat her on the kitchen counter. He quickly cleared it off, knocking melon and silverware to the floor in a jumbled heap. If she was concerned about the mess, she didn't show it as she laid back and opened her legs wide for him. Mark undid his slacks and dropped them along with his boxers in one deft move before he buried his face in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs closed on his neck as he ravaged her cunt. She squealed uncontrollably as he nibbled on her clit while his chin pushed on the slice of melon. 

Mark lowered his mouth and put his lips to her swollen vagina. He began suckling on her and opened her sex up wide. He felt the edge of the melon slip into his mouth and bit down gently, slowly pulling the long slice out. He watched it exit her hole, dripping with a mix of fruit juice and her own sweet nectar. Mark held it between his teeth and brought himself up onto the counter top, dragging the melon slice across her stomach and her breasts as he went. 

Emma rose up to meet him, hungrily biting into the fruit. They consumed the melon together slowly, each one taking turns holding it in their mouth as it grew smaller and smaller. Mark worked his cock against her sex, rubbing back and forth and letting his swollen head catch on her opening occasionally as they ate. She opened her lips and gently bit into the last bit of the melon. A chunk fell away and landed on her neck, slowly sliding down to her sternum and then her breasts. Mark quickly dove down and ate it off her, making sure to get her tits nice and juiced up as he ate.

"Do you know what you do to me?" Emma lusted after him, her hands sliding all over his shoulders. 

"Probably the same thing you do to me," Mark smiled and kissed her passionately. 

Their heated kisses became frantic as they shared a mutual need for each other that raged like an inferno. Emma motioned to flip over, and they rolled slowly, still kissing and being careful not to fall off the counter to the floor. Mark attacked her mouth and let his hands slide down her back to her ass where he kneaded and massaged her. He squeezed her cheeks, pushing her drenched sex closer to his rigid cock. She shifted her weight, pressing her lips against him and leaving a delightful wet trail. Her juices slowly seeped out as her desire grew. Emma smiled with pure, unadulterated lust and ground her slit against him. She felt his large head poking at her opening, and she eased him in slowly. 

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned as her muscles constricted around him and tried to compensate for his girth. They moved against each other in a trembling, almost awkward moment of familiarizing themselves with each other. They had only been together once before this, and their bodies remembered it fast as they got going faster and deeper with each stroke.

Emma worked her body into a hard pace quickly as she succumbed to the primal demands of her womanhood. Her breasts bounced back and forth with their rhythm, small beads of sweat starting to fall away from her painfully erect nipples. The counter held steady and true as they humped against each other, moving with such a fevered urgency that small animalistic noises began escaping from Mark's throat as he fought off his orgasm. They picked up their pace, fucking faster and faster while their skin slapped together violently. 

A thin film of sweat broke out over their naked bodies to cool them as their lovemaking reached an almost angry pitch. Emma leaned down and rabidly kissed him, her tongue dancing about in his mouth. Her breasts slid wetly against his hard chest, the nipples tickling him with their hard points. Emma gripped his hands with hers, lacing their fingers together as they fucked, working to the climax. They could hardly breath as the moment came near for them. 

Mark broke the kiss and let out a deep groan when Emma's muscles began to erratically spasm around his hard shaft. Each contraction leading up to her orgasm caused him to lose a little more control over the flood of semen he was holding back. Emma cried out like some pagan warrior princess and began shaking her head from side to side. Her hair flung wildly as her body spasmed, the moment of her orgasm now at hand. 

"Yes baby!" Mark growled and rammed himself deep inside her, burying the tip of his cock into her soft, yielding flesh just as he lost control of himself. A fountain of hot cream sprayed her insides as he gritted his teeth and rode the lighting of his orgasm.

"Oh my God!" Emma's voice hitched for a moment as she threw her head back and her entire body whip lashed against him. Her cunt ejected her juices in a torrent that splashed his balls and the counter beneath. She kept on humping him, forcing herself to ride his cock as the overwhelming sensations radiating from her sex made her fingers and toes go numb.

There was a long silence in the kitchen as Emma came down from her high, slowly and surely coming to rest as his cock deflated inside her.

"You're still on the pill right?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course I am, dumb ass," she smiled and dragged her fingernails down his chest and stomach.

"Good," he smiled.

'And that's breaking the lock,' the voice behind his better judgment smiled.

...to be continued... 



Red Orchids Ch. 02



"Breaking the Lock"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note:

"Again, Mark Gordian is such a bastard..."

***

No matter how many she called, it seemed every single daycare and babysitting service in the phone book just wasn't going to cut the mustard. Ellen had made thirty calls, methodically searching the yellow pages for a babysitter and so far made little progress. Maddie needed the best, and the best had yet to be discovered in her opinion.

Ellen watched Maddie play on the floor of the living room, oblivious to the world around her as she rolled across the floor and babbled to her stuffed animals. At the moment, Cookie Monster and Grover were the objects of her motivating speech about whatever the hell it was Maddie was feeling passionate about at the moment. Ellen smiled despite her mood, feeling so blessed to have the small girl in her life. She was so innocent, so pure and unaware of just how horrible the world could be. She hated the idea of a day care away from the house. 

She wanted Maddie here, where she could be safe.

Maybe this was a sign not to go back to work?

She wasn't sure.

Ellen agreed with Sheila that going back to work would be a wake up call for Mark, but she didn't want to do it at Maddie's expense. After another long round of deliberation, she grabbed the phone book from under the coffee table and opened it up, flipping through the yellow pages. She decided if she was going to tell Mark about her sudden change of mind about work, then she would have to be ready with a daycare tonight when he got back. Out of the sixty listing for day care, one of them had to meet her standards. 

Just one.

Ellen picked up the phone, looked at the thirty-first number and dialed.

It ran only once before the phone was answered on the other end with a cheerful, "Hello, this is Megan Frank."

"Ms. Frank," Ellen cleared her throat, "My name is Ellen Gordian and I'm shopping around for prices on daycare."

"Lovely," Megan Frank said, "How many and how old?"

"Just one," Ellen replied. The women had a pleasant enough voice. So far so good, she thought and said, "My little girl, Maddie. She's one and a half."

"What a wonderful age," the woman said, "Well, I work on a personal basis. Right now, you're in luck. I have a free schedule from now until October."

"Really?" Ellen paused, and then, "Why such a long break?"

"As I said, I work exclusively with only the people I want to," Megan explained, sensing Ellen's concern, "My current clients just left the country for a very long vacation. They took the baby with them."

"Oh, I see," Ellen smiled. She worked personally for people who took long vacations outside the country? She doubted very much she could afford Ms. Megan Frank, but continued, "What do you charge per hour?"

"It depends, Ms. Gordian."

"Mrs. Gordian," she automatically corrected, and then shook her head, "Uhm, it depends on what?"

"I have ten years experience working with many different children," Megan said, "That being said, I don't charge based on what I know, only on what I need. I base my salary only on what I need to live. Twelve dollars an hour plus travel expenses."

Ellen smiled. "Twelve dollars an hour?"

"I start at six in the morning and wrap up when you or your husband gets home. I'll work everyday except Sunday for you, as I'm an active member of my church."

"That's amazing," Ellen beamed. Finally, some luck it seemed.

"Would you like to set up an interview?"

Ellen nodded, though no one could possibly see her, "Absolutely. When would be convenient for you?"

"Well, when would be convenient for you, Mrs. Gordian?"

So polite and considerate too. Ellen felt she might have just struck gold and said, "Tomorrow morning? Around seven? You can meet Maddie and my husband then too."

There was the brief sound of papers being shuffled and then, "It sounds perfect, Mrs. Gordian. Seven o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, then."

Ellen hung up the phone and decided to call it quits for the day. She smiled at Maddie and said, "Score one for Mommy."

***

Mark Gordian unlocked the door to his third story office. 

Everything smelled clean and fresh, and he knew that the evening janitors had just finished their nightly rounds. The door swung open with a slightly oil less creak and bumped against the large metal file cabinet where he stored all his material for the new semester. The sun was setting rapidly, casting a hot dusky glow to his dim workspace as the shafts of warm light lazily streaming through his tilted blinds. Resting his briefcase on his chair, he switched on the small brass lamp that illuminated his desk. The soft bulb shone through the green-tinted glass cowling as the waning sun sparkled on the metal trim.

He sat the briefcase down on the desktop and loosened his tie. The red light on his answering machine was blinking slowly and relentlessly, demanding his attention in the most silent way possible. He sighed, knowing that at least one of the messages would be from Ellen. If only she could be as silent as this simple machine. Reluctantly, he pressed the playback button.

"Message one," a ridiculous computerized voice reported, "9:38 A.M."

Mark leaned back in his chair.

"Hey babe," came the sad voice of Ellen Gordian, "I'm sorry if I upset you this morning... I just... I just don't want us to fall apart. I feel like we are, that's all I'm saying, okay? Maybe we aren't, but I just feel that way... anyway, I'm sorry for this morning. I really do appreciate what you do for Maddie and me. You have to know that we never take you for granted. I know you work hard and I never meant to imply that-"

BEEP!

The machine had cut her off mid-sentence. Mark smiled and laughed to himself. He wished he could do that to her when she started in, rambling on and on about how she feels.

"Message two," the machine called out, "9:40 A.M."

""Damn machine cut me off," Ellen laughed nervously.

"Jesus," Mark shook his head and frowned as he talked over her apology, "Just spit it out already."

"-want you to see that I love you so much and nothing means more to me than this marriage. Look, we'll talk more when you get home tonight. I'll have a dinner made for you-"

"I'm working late," he groaned, "I'm working late!"

"-and a special dessert too. It'll be perfect. Let me do this for you, Mark. I love you so much, and I want you to know that I support you all the-"

BEEP!

Mark rubbed his eyes. "I get the picture, Ellen..."

"Message three... 9:43 A.M."

He shook his head, "Oh come on..."

"Sorry about that," Ellen's third message played back to him.

"Oh my God."

"Anyway, I know you're busy, so I'll get off here. I saw Sheila today, and she says hi... I hope you'll be home around ten tonight. I miss you, and want to make this up to you. I have some big news for you too. I love you. Bye, babe."

BEEP!

Mark turned the answering machine off. 

He saw that there were five more messages, and he had a sneaking suspicion that all of them were from Ellen. Even if they weren't, he wasn't up for wading through any more calls tonight. He opened the flat, top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pack of Camel Lights. Mark unsheathed one of the cigarettes with his lips and fumbled in his pocket for his lighter. He walked over to the window and pulled the blinds up. With a forceful push, he shoved the window up and open. He was rewarded with the rare cool breeze blowing through the campus this very humid May evening. The sun had disappeared and the sky was now clouldless, left bruised with blue and purple colors. Stars had appeared and were twinkling randomly as the night classes began below.

"That woman," he muttered and lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke permeate his lungs and saturate him with nicotine.

Oh how he wanted to be rid of her. He had played out a thousand different scenarios in his mind in which he might loose the anchor he loosely referred to as "wife." Each time, he could only envision a bitter divorce and her getting Maddie, cutting him out of his daughter's life forever in spiteful vengeance. There was no way he could cut her loose without risking his baby, and Maddie was the one thing Ellen had given him that he couldn't bear to live without. That, and the sizable inheritance Jack Michaels had written into his will for them both. Over a quarter million dollars was set to be theirs upon the old bastards death, but only so long as they were married. 

Mark often wondered if Jack knew just how pathetic Ellen really was. Maybe he wanted to make sure some asshole didn't come along, marry her for the money and then broom her fast. The more Mark considered that possibility, the more he began to believe Jack had known his game from day one.

"Jack didn't want her around anymore," Mark grumbled, "Why not buy himself a moron to pawn her off on?"

Indeed, that was exactly what he felt Jack had done. He had unwittingly named a price, and Mark took it. He sold his life away for a quarter million.

There was a knock at the door.

Mark quickly pitched his cigarette out the window and waved his hands back and forth, trying vainly to usher the smell of the smoke out. Smoking wasn't allowed in the office building, under the threat of a strong reprimand by the dean himself. Mark continued his desperate motions and said, "Yes?"

"Professor Gordian?" a smooth feminine voice called from behind the mahogany door. 

Mark frowned and glanced at the clock. It was after seven in the evening, and his office hours were clearly marked as being no later than five. What was a student doing here so late?

"Yes?" he said and slowly walked across the office. 

He opened the door and found himself looking at Marlene Henson. Her short, red hair was pulled back from her porcelain face and slicked down. Her green eyes looked to him expectantly while her lips curved into a rosy smile. Her teeth were white and perfect in the frame of her ruby lips, her face accented with hints of her bold Irish heritage. He caught himself looking down her body, his gaze roaming over the full curve of her breasts. Her t-shirt, which read "Luck of the Irish" in large block letters, was pulled tight across her ample bosom, clearly a size too small for her. The contours of her bra and the points of her nipples were visible beneath the green fabric.

"Ms. Henson," he smiled charmingly, forcing his eyes back up and forbidding them from traveling any further down her physique. "How can I help you?"

Marlene looked down the hallway for a moment as though she were making sure the coast was clear. She adjusted her purse, and then turned and said, "I needed to talk to you for minute, if you have the time."

Mark felt his heart pounding in his chest, thudding like a jackhammer against hard pavement. He swallowed, his mind racing with sexually fantasies about Marlene Henson and his cock stirring to attention in his slacks. He couldn't help himself and quickly glanced down. Her shirt ended in a midriff, her pale smooth stomach exposed. A small green bejeweled stud dotted her navel; an elaborate chain draped from the stud led his eye to her loose fitting jeans. The pants were clearly hanging on her full hips, and offered a measured view down past the waistband.

"Professor Gordian?" Marlene asked, her heavy eye brows raised with amusement. Mark wondered if she knew just how much she affected the men around her. He had watched her a lot in his history class, always teasing and flirting with guys and making the girls green with envy. It seemed to be her thing, and yet he had never seen her with a steady guy. Or any guy for that matter. Mark couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman, such a gift to mankind would be a lesbian. At least he hoped not.

But then, the idea of her with another woman opened up a whole new avenue of possibilities...

"I'm sorry," Mark laughed, "I am so out of it. Please, come in."

"That's okay," she waved her slender hand as Mark led her in and closed the door, "I'm a little frazzled myself, what with finals and all."

Mark offered her the leather chair in front of his desk and then sat himself down. It was good thing too. The ten-inch erection that had solidified in his boxers was becoming difficult to hide. He hoped she hadn't seen it, and made every effort to adjust himself without being obvious.

"So, what can I do for you?" Mark asked pleasantly, assuming his formal Professor Demeanor, but secretly undressing her with his eyes. Her skin was glowing in the soft light of the office, radiating from the lamp. She sat back in the chair, her face crossed with uncertainty.

Marlene bit her bottom lip for a moment and breathed deeply. "I don't think I'm going to pass this final."

Mark nodded understandingly. It seemed that intuition was also another one of her strong suits. He had graded her final earlier that afternoon, and had been left no choice but to mark it with a solid D. He clasped his hands together, his dark eyes searching for the right words, "Ah, well Marlene, technically I can't discuss those scores with you yet."

Marlene nodded, adjusting herself in the seat. The leather rubbed together as she moved, creating a sound that was as comic as it was embarrassing. She looked to him, wide eyed, "That was the chair, I swear to God."

Mark laughed. "I know," he smiled and let his eyes fall on her breasts again for a moment, "Happens all the time."

"See, the thing is," she began and leaned forward, her arms resting on the desktop and the neck of her shirt dipping down dangerously low, "I'm working towards being a teacher in Art History in the university sense. The grants I've applied for towards post-graduate studies require almost perfect scores. I know I've aced all my other finals, but history is killing me."

"I can understand that," Mark nodded and sat up, secretly trying to see down her shirt. He would have stood up were it not for the hunk granite attached to his groin, "The road to being a teacher isn't an easy one, believe me I know. But even if you scored low in my class, it doesn't mean that your chances for scholarships are any less promising."

Marlene's beautiful face betrayed her worry. "So I scored low?"

Mark had let it slip, and he knew it.

"Yes, you did I'm afraid," he admitted.

Marlene looked to him, her huge green eyes glassy and desperate, "Like a C?"

Mark smiled kindly and shook his head, "A very solid D."

"Oh shit," she sighed and leaned back, "A solid D?"

"Very, very solid..." he offered.

"I'm fucked."

"Look, scholarship committees always look for good marks, but they also look for initiative and personality," Mark interjected, "You're a bright, charming, beautiful woman who has a lot to offer to the field. They'd be crazy to pass you over."

Marlene smiled. "Thank you, Professor Gordian."

"Initiative," Mark said, "That's what all teachers need. And you have that."

The erection in his pants was now straining to be released, painfully pushing against the fabric of his slacks. Mark tried to calm himself by envisioning baseball games and old men in mismatched Hawaiian and plaid outfits on the putting green. But all he could see was what he imagined Marlene Henson's pussy looked like. Was she clean-shaven, as he so desperately hoped she was, or did she perhaps trim her hair to a perfectly shaped patch? He wondered for a moment if she was one of those all-natural women who let her bush grow into a protective hedge that no man would dare venture his tongue into. This led him to contemplate whether her garden was as fiery red as her hair, or was she just putting everyone on?

Marlene looked out the window for a moment and let her gaze fall over to him. She said quietly, "I have initiative."

Mark nodded, not sure if there was subtext to her comment or if he was just being a wishful listener.

"Professor Gordian," she asked and stood up, walking over to the window, "Could I retake the test?"

Mark watched her ass move rhythmically, pulling the denim to and fro as she reached the window and pulled the blinds shut. He longed to touch her ass, to run his hands over the perfectly rounded curves and squeeze the flesh in his hands. She turned and leaned against the windowsill, looking at him with her head tilted to one side. The world had suddenly gone very quiet, and all Mark could hear was the repetitive throbbing of blood rushing through his body.

"I don't think so, Marlene," he said doubtfully.

Marlene nodded, her bottom lip slightly pushed out. She walked over to him and Mark nearly fell over when she pushed his chair back from the desk, rolling him away from the protection of his desktop. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and backed the chair up until Mark could rest his head against the wall. Marlene lifted one of her legs up and over Mark's lap, settling in and letting her crotch rest on his rock-hard groin. She ran her hands though his dark hair, her slender fingers somehow managing to electrify his scalp and make goosebumps.

"Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" she asked innocently and rubbed her crotch against him.

Mark could barely breath, but knew he had to have her. He swallowed hard and lied, "Uh, this never happens to me... I mean, I see it on HBO, I read about it happening to other guys but it just never happens..."

"It could happen," Marlene offered and ran her crimson painted fingernails down his cheeks, neck, over the collar of his shirt and down over his pecs, "I could make a lot of things happen for you if you make this one thing happen for me."

"Are you serious?" Mark managed and found his hands were resting on her hips, his fingers slowly working back towards her ass. 

"How serious would you like?" Marlene asked as she grasped the bottom of her shirt with both hands. With one simple fluid motion she hauled the shirt off, revealing her smooth white body to him. Her stomach was flat and yet not overly muscled. Her massive breasts were contained in a black, lacy bra that made no effort to conceal her large nipples behind anything more than some flimsy tightly knit fishnet fabric. She raised her arms high and was free of the shirt, her hair falling out of place and hanging in thick strands in front of her face.

Marlene tossed the shirt aside, landing it on his bookcase across the room.

"That's pretty serious," Mark licked his lips.

"Professor," Marlene tilted her head to one side and began sliding the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, "I'm always serious."

Mark watched as she let the straps fall free and then leaned back a little, her thighs tightening on his lap for balance. She reached behind her back and un-hooked her bra, letting it slowly come off and reveal her breasts in all their naked glory. They were the color of a fine, milky cream in some elite restaurant. They hung down under their own weight, and yet as Mark looked, he could not see a single stretch mark. It was as if though the defied the laws of nature and simply existed outside of reality. Any questions as to whether they were real or not were answered as she tossed her bra aside and they jiggled with a fluidity that made Mark almost cream his pants right there.

Marlene guided his hands to her tits and smiled as his rough palms grazed her erect nipples. Mark began massaging them, completely taken by the size of the fleshy orbs now hanging in front of his face. He cupped them rolled her nipples back and forth between his fingers. 

Marlene moaned under his touch, "That's nice..."

"I'm married," he whispered, not so much in protest but rather in fair warning. Being married didn't mean shit to him, but it might to her. Besides, he already had two fuck-buddies under his belt, and a third might be greedy.




Red Orchids Ch. 02



Marlene leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips pressed against his with a firm wetness and he embraced her. Her breasts were heavy on his chest and neck as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and caressed him with a slow, deliberate pace. He ran his hands along the slope of her back and to the beginning of her ass. His fingers slid past her waistband and into her panties. Their breathing was becoming rapid and lustful as the intensity of the kiss grew more urgent.

"I know you're married, Professor," she broke the kiss for a moment and sat back, looking at him, "But for tonight, you're not. Tonight we're making a deal..."

Mark was beyond anything but complete agreement, "Okay."

Marlene undid his tie and draped it around her neck, the ends falling in between her large tits. She unbuttoned his dress shirt one button at a time as she spoke, "Tonight, I will do anything you want..."

She undid the second button down.

"I'll suck your cock if you want me to..."

She undid the third button down.

"I'll let you fuck my tits..."

Marlene undid the fourth button down and pushed his shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. Mark gasped as she ran her fingernails over his nipples. 

"I'll let you put your dick right in between them and let you fuck them 'til you cum... you can cum all over my body..." she smiled and then undid the fifth button.

"Oh God," he whispered.

"... I'll let you fuck my mouth..."

The sixth button came undone, opening his shirt wide.

"...I'll let you fuck my cunt..."

She unbuckled his belt and smiled devilishly at him.

"...I'll let you fuck my ass, Mark..."

Mark was ready come, and he knew it would happen soon. He fought off the inevitable.

"... and I'll enjoy every moment of it..."

Marlene opened his fly and pulled the zipper down with deliberate patience and reserve. The head of his swollen member was poking out from under the waistband of his boxer shorts, purple and throbbing. She gripped the waistband of the boxers and began pulling down, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. She saw a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip, glistening and inviting.

"In return," Marlene said as she stood up and then positioned herself between his legs as she pulled his pants and boxers off, "You give me an A-plus on this final and a letter of recommendation that'll make me look so good no one will even think twice about awarding me my scholarship."

Mark barely heard her words as she lowered herself between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his long shaft, but nodded anyway. She began stroking him up and down, letting her palm pass over his bulbous head and smear the pre-cum around, creating a wet friction that made Mark gasp. She cupped his balls in the other hand and gently began kneading his testicles together. Mark was dimly aware his shirt hand fallen off his shoulders and was now bunched up around his strong arms.

"Yes," Mark moaned as Marlene sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her hot tongue swirl and tease his hyper-sensitive member. He gripped his chair until his knuckles turned white, his face contorted into a pleasure-induced grimace. She worked her tongue around his shaft in a way that no one ever had before, somehow managing to deep throat all ten inches of his thick cock in a matter of seconds.

He could feel the orgasm building up, rushing towards the climax. He wanted to last longer, but relaxed in the knowledge that the night was young. He was determined to make her work for the grade, to earn that A-plus and make it her own. Who was he to impede the progress of such an ambitious woman? Who was he to ignore the plight of such a promising young student?

He suddenly felt her index finger slide into his ass and begin stimulating him internally. He moaned and jumped reflexively as she sucked him off. Marlene slurped and sucked on his rod, being as loud and as obvious as she could be. She groaned into his cock, letting the vibrations from her larynx jolt his penis.

Mark smiled, completely lost in the sensations. Who was he to say no?

The phone rang five times before Mark even became aware of it, and when the machine clicked on, he only cried out and released his load into her mouth.

***

Ellen sat alone in the master bedroom, sitting with her legs crossed and a sick feeling in her stomach. The phone rang for a fourth time, and she began to worry. She tried to tell herself that maybe he was talking to a fellow teacher, maybe Carl Talbot or Jerry Sinclair. Some windbag was talking his ear off about God knows what and preventing him from picking up the phone. Or maybe he had walked down the hall to the vending machine and gotten himself a late night snack. It was certainly possible.

"Come on, Mark," she whispered. Ellen glanced at the alarm clock on her side of the bed and found it was only seven-thirty.

The phone rang for the fifth time and the machine picked up, intoning a message she had become more accustomed to hearing her husband say than "I love you":

"Hi, you've reached the machine for Mark Gordian. I'm not at the desk to take your call right now, but please leave your name and number and I'll get right back to you. If this is a student, please leave the name and time of the class you attend as well. Thank you."

BEEP!

Ellen squeezed the receiver and said, "Hey Mark, it's me. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure everything was okay. I'm making Lemon Chicken for you tonight around ten and I just wanted to see when you thought you might be here... anyway, call me back. I love you."

Ellen placed the phone back in its cradle and leaned back against her pillows. She knew he wasn't out getting candy from the vending machine. He never ate sweets. The man was a fitness nut, a fact he constantly touted across the house as a boast for him and a suggestion for her.

"Maybe he's in the bathroom," she said to herself.

That had to be it.

Ellen went back downstairs.

***

"Lemon Chicken?" Marlene asked as she licked a long, stringy rope of Mark's cum from her bottom lip. She had managed to swallow most of his first load, but some of it had slipped out and oozed down her chin.

"She makes a mean Lemon Chicken," Mark huffed as he watched her stand up and begin undoing her jeans.

"I have something else you might like," she teased and unzipped her pants, letting them fall to the floor. Her thighs were tight and firm as she kicked the garment away. She ran her fingers over her pussy through her panties and smiled. "It's not Lemon Chicken..."

"Really?" Mark raised an inquisitive brow as he took his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it aside. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and pulled his socks off as she slowly swayed in front of him, enticing him by pulling at her thin, flimsy black panties. She turned around and gave him a great view of her ass. The g-string allowed him an unbiased view of her perfect buttocks, firm and deliciously round.

"But I taste so much better," she purred and faced him again. She leaned forward, her breasts swinging gently and causing his cock to stir again, and pulled down her panties. She slid them off gently, again taking care and precision in her movements. She was so precise with her gyrations and motions as she slid them down past her knees, her toned calves and the finally her feet that Mark thought she might be some sexed-up robot.. She stood up and stepped out of them. 

Mark was pleased to find that she indeed did shave her pussy. The delicate mound was moist and glistening in the lamplight, her lips looking impossibly full and inviting. Marlene walked up beside him as he sat in the chair and then raised her leg up like a ballerina. Keeping her right foot planted firmly on the hardwood floor, she rested her left leg on his right shoulder. This brought her pussy directly level with his face. Mark ran his hands along her legs, feeling their silky smoothness as he inhaled her scent deeply.

"Make me cum," she whispered and ran a hand through his hair, "Make me cum hard, Mark."

Mark gently kissed her outer lips, taking a moment to take in the taste of her sex with one long slow lick across the slit. She was sweet, a welcome change from the familiar bittersweet tang of Ellen's cunt. Marlene was young and fresh, her nectar vital and almost intoxicating. Mark grasped her buttocks and began licking her cunt, flicking his tongue in and out slowly, turning the tables and teasing her for a change.

Marlene murmured under her breath as he stimulated her, her hands finding their way to her heavy breasts. She massaged them gently and tweaked her nipples as Mark worked his tongue into her, lowering himself down slightly to get a better angle. She felt almost lightheaded as he worked his expert tongue over clit, swirling it and then beginning to flick it alternately. She bit her lip as he suckled on her sensitive button, coaxing it out of hiding and baiting it for the attack.

"Oh fuck yeah," she breathed.

***

Ellen had finally put Maddie to bed by the time eight thirty rolled around. As per usual, the little girl waited by the front door for her father and was profoundly saddened when she realized she was being put to bed before daddy got home. Ellen had tried to cheer her through a barrage of tickles, making fart sounds on her stomach and chubby little cheeks, but Maddie still had a sad empty look despite her laughter. The one and a half year old was so intuitive about things. Ellen felt like crying as she watched her looking at the door from the top of the stairs as she led her to her room.

"Da?" she pointed one small finger at the entry, her large blue eyes looking hopeful.

"Not yet, baby," Ellen smiled and scooped her up. She was getting heavier now, no longer the tiny infant they'd brought home from the hospital an eternity ago. Her hair was growing in slowly and she was sporting a baby mullet for what it was worth. A thick handful of blonde hair along with her eyes and lips had been Ellen's gift to the baby. She looked at her for a moment, trying to see some of Mark's features in the child's face. She thought some times she could see his nose there, but then Maddie would move, the light would change and the resemblance was gone.

The baby rested her head on Ellen's shoulder and patted her back. She smiled and felt tears stinging her eyes again. She cursed the damn things and tried to hold them back as she carried Maddie to her room. The door opened quietly and she navigated her way past her SpongeBob SquarePants table and chairs, her "Star Wars" toys and stuffed animals to her bed. Maddie was already quite the tomboy, preferring action figures of Luke Skywalker to Malibu Barbie any day. She lifted her over the rails of the bed and laid her gently down, brushing fine wisps hair out of her face. Maddie smiled and spoke something to her in baby babble. She had no clue what she saying, but from the tone she gathered it was something to be taken seriously. Maddie finished the speech and smiled, revealing her still emerging baby teeth.

"Sounds good to me, Missy," Ellen leaned down and kissed the baby's forehead.

Maddie giggled and babbled again, prompting a laugh from her.

This baby showed her more compassion and kindness than the man who helped make her. She felt both sad and happy at the same time, the combination of those two emotions hurting her so deeply she could only kiss her daughter on the cheek and turn on the Spider-Man nightlight. She left the room quietly as she suckled on her tippy-cup, her content slurping noises indicating she was set for the evening. She left the door open so that only a narrow sliver of the room was visible from the hallway.

Ellen returned to the master bedroom and opened the closet. The sliding door rolled open and she sorted through the massive collection of clothes she had hanging there. As she picked through her outfits, she thought of this morning again. She thought of how angry Mark had become over her simple observation, over her bringing up a simple concern. Had she been wrong for bringing it up to him? Was how she felt so invalid, or was she being as ridiculous as he seemed to think?

'What will he say when you tell him you're back to work, that's the question...' she reminded herself. 

All she really wanted for things to go back to the way they had been in the beginning, before he got so wrapped up in his work, before he lost interest in family... before he lost interest in her. She could remember how they would wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and just start going at it. She would roll over and feel his hard cock pressed against her buttocks and that would be it. They'd be fucking until dawn.

But now?

Ellen pulled out her red lacy nightgown draped it out across the flowery comforter on covering the bed. This was the gown that hugged her tits and made her shape seem so much more streamlined than it really was. It was a sexy Fredrick's of Hollywood number that she had ordered shortly before Maddie was conceived. Sex had become something rarity in the house as they hit their eighth year of wedlock, and while she felt the tremors of this unbalanced equation daily, Mark it seemed did not. As she got older, her sex drive seemed to double. And Mark's seemed to just evaporate and go the same way his kindness and affection did.

Ellen took off her clothes and stood in front of the long, elegant mirror by her dresser. She turned sideways and looked herself over, holding her naked C-cup breasts in her hands. They had sagged a little and she was woman enough to admit it, but they weren't bouncing off her knees either. And yes, ladies and gentleman, Ellen Gordian had lost that once taut midriff in favor of a slightly used belly courtesy of her little miracle Maddie Gordian. The stretch marks she had gotten from the pregnancy had all but disappeared in the last few month, turning from the deep angry purple she had first been shocked by to a more manageable silvery distortion on her belly.

'But hey,' she thought as she turned and looked at her ass, 'I still got a great can.'

She supposed she was now in that age bracket euphemistically called "middle aged." Sheila had once said that middle-age was defined as being between thirty and fifty, a twenty year joy ride that mourned youth and dreaded senility. She thought it was a shitty sentiment then when she had first heard it, and she was even more convinced that it was a shitty sentiment now upon reflection. She was only thirty-one, and though her husband hadn't done much to make her feel any different, she knew she wasn't old yet. Old was when you got too tired to go do the things you loved to do when you were twenty, old was when you were too out of shape to wrestle with your kids and old was when it came time to take a piss you had to rely on adult versions of Pampers. 

No, she was not old yet, no matter what anyone might think.

Ellen slipped on the nighty and adjusted her breasts into the silky red cups. She looked at her self and slid her hands up and down her torso, feeling good about herself for the first time all day. She pulled her hair back and smiled at her reflection, looking into her own bright blue eyes. She pouted her lips out and did her best sexy look, feeling wonderfully aroused and self-conscious at the same time.

"Time to shave," she told her mirror image and pulled up the criminally short skirt of the nightgown. Her pussy was only covered in a couple days growth, but she decided that she would shave her crotch down clean as she would later do her legs. She knew how much Mark loved a shaved pussy, and tonight she meant to give him exactly that.

***

Marlene was now on her back, lying on the desk with her legs draped over Mark's powerful shoulders. She was struggling to keep her moans and cries of pleasure to a dim roar as he mercilessly tongued her clit. Mark simultaneously pinched and worked her nipples over, rolling them and keeping pace with tongue. Her legs tightened around his neck and she felt the orgasm beginning to rise and crest like tidal wave deep inside her. She had only expected to have the good professor for fifteen minutes tonight, and with that she would have been content. But she was thrilled to find him not only willing to go down on her, but also to whole-heartedly devote a full half hour to it.

Marlene thought for sure she would have cum fifteen minutes ago, but the way he was eating her out was a slow burn, a steady build-up to an awesome climax that until tonight she wouldn't have thought possible. She was swimming in a delirious state of euphoria as his tongue flicked her clit, teasing her, bringing her closer to her climax. She knew it was going to be hard, and that it would be intense. It almost felt like a fire burning out of control inside her, scorching her stomach as Mark fanned the flames.

"Oh fuck Mark," she whimpered as he pulled at her nipples and then pinched hard. Marlene gasped at the sudden inclusion of this erotic pain in her breasts. Her mouth was gaped wide open as she sucked in air rapidly, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips were beginning to thrust against his tongue as purely animal instincts told her body that it was time, that it was time to quench this thirst.

"Oh fuck baby yeah," she moaned and gripped the edges of his desk. It was coming up fast, growing bigger and more overwhelming as she braced herself. Mark only quickened his pace, now working in a frenzy over her clit, suckling, nibbling and flicking. Her pussy spasmed suddenly and the wave crashed through her body. Marlene tensed and went rigid as her orgasm swept her away. She cried out in a long, lustful moan that could not be held back any longer, the vocalization of her reaching a new plateau.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed and a thin film of sweat covering her voluptuous body.

"You like that?" Mark asked, his tongue sore and tired.

"Fuck yeah," she managed as she tried to catch her breath.

The phone rang again and startled them both.

The machine picked up and Mark recognized the voice of Henry Tyler, his best friend since grad school.

"Hey Mark, you there? Hello? (pause) Okay then, just wanted to check in and see when you wanted to go hit the green again. See you tomorrow. Bye."

BEEP!

"You play golf?" Marlene asked as she gently massaged her swollen clit.

"Just as an escape from my wife," Mark winked and crawled up onto the desk top with her, spreading her legs apart again with his thigh.

"Nice," she whispered as his stony length tickled her inner thigh.

"Oh," Mark smiled, "You do taste better than Lemon Chicken."

Mark looked at the clock and saw it was now nine o'clock.

'Fuck it, break the lock,' he thought to himself.

***

Ellen had slipped on her black, silky robe over the red nightie after she finished shaving and went downstairs to cook their romantic dinner. She painted her lips a deep maroon and lightly shadowed her eyes. Her hair was pulled back into an elegantly simple French look, allowing one small curl of hair to hang down by each of her ears. Cooking the chicken was simple, and she had found out early on that when it came to Mark, his love of Lemon Chicken was the only simple thing about him.

As she prepared the sauce to marinate the chicken, the phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered politely, fully expecting Mark to be on the other end. As she pulled the frozen chicken breasts out of the freezer, she realized it wasn't Mark. Something just told her that instinctively, even before the caller spoke. She looked down at the chicken breasts. Another constant about Mark that could always be counted on; he was a breast man. Chicken, women... it didn't matter. He loved breasts.

"Hey Ellen," Henry Tyler said, "How are you?"

"Henry, hello. I'm fine," she smiled, pushing her disappointment back. He was the only one of Mark's friends from work that she could even stand, let alone talk to on the phone. She turned on the stove and asked, "And yourself?"




Red Orchids Ch. 02



"Just sitting here watching the last half of The Daily Show," Henry replied, "Us academics have got to keep up on world events, you know."

"Give me Jon Stewart over Peter Jennings any day," Ellen placed the chicken breast on a large dinner plate. The frozen hunks of meat clattered onto the porcelain as she opened the microwave door and set them inside.

"What are you up to?"

"Thawing my breasts," she said nonchalantly. There was a moment of silence on the end of the line, and Ellen could picture Henry sitting there in his blue recliner, brown eyes squinted in confusion, his handsome broad features twisted into a look of complete of confusion.

"Say again?" he asked timidly.

"Chicken breasts, Dr. Tyler," she laughed and picked through the spice rack, gathering the specific ingredients that made her Lemon Chicken so memorable.

Henry laughed, his voice unable to hide his embarrassment. "Okay, that makes more sense."

"What can I do for you, Henry?" she smiled. Henry was such a nice man, and so very good looking on top of all his intelligence and kindness. He was only fifty, and had managed to age with the same grace that Harrison Ford had. His chestnut hair was beginning to gray now as he rapidly approached the "senior citizen" marker of his life. It seemed unfair to Ellen that he should be so close to being called a senior citizen. But Henry took it all in stride with his self-depreciating sense of humor and a humble wit.

"I need to talk to Mark," Henry said, "We've got a faculty meeting this Friday and I really don't want to go."

"And Mark is going to get you out of this somehow?" she asked as she pulled out the skillet and sat it down on the burner.

"Yeah," Henry said, "He's going to drive me to the golf course."

"I see," she nodded, cradling the phone in the crook of her to free up her hands, "Well, he won't be in until later tonight. He said he had some papers to grade."

"Are you sure?" Henry asked, "I just called there and got his machine."

Ellen paused her shaking and mixing of herbs and spices. "Really?"

Henry was silent for a moment, as though he had been caught doing something and had to think of a quick escape. He said, "Uh yeah, but I'll bet he just stepped out to go to the john. Finals week always makes my bowels irritable..."

"I tried him around seven-thirty and he wasn't there," she frowned. The microwave finished defrosting the chicken breasts and announced the completion of its task with a series of loud electronic beeps.

Henry said, "He might just not be answering the phone. You know how he gets."

'Oh yeah I know how he gets,' Ellen thought sourly. 

She pulled the meat out of the microwave and hurriedly carried the hot plate to the counter. The tips of her fingers burned a little from the heated dish and she waved them in the air for a moment. Where the hell was he? For a moment, her mind entertained her worst fears with a zealous glee that frightened her. What if he wasn't even there on campus? What if he were out somewhere right now at some nice restaurant with another woman, a younger woman who just happened to have everything Ellen used to have only better? She pictured them laughing and sipping wine and making conversation that seemed to be more a form of subtle foreplay than small talk.

"Ellen?"

She could very well envision this new hussy taking her husband back to some spartanly decorated apartment and closing the door behind them. Her stomach flipped as she imagine this stranger taking his clothes off and feeling his muscular body all over, from head to toe, trespassing on her territory. Ellen almost felt dizzy even considering the idea, and she fought the nagging thoughts off with a weak determination.

"Ellen?" Henry asked again and blew in the phone.

"Henry, I'm so sorry," she said suddenly, "My mind wandered off."

"It's okay," Henry sounded concerned now, "Are you all right?"

Ellen didn't feel all right at all, not even close to being anywhere near that. And then, she felt a stab of guilt for suspecting Mark as she had done. What if he was actually there at his desk, hunched over an impossibly thick pile of papers, his hair disheveled and eyes shadowed by dark rings of exhaustion? Ellen shook her head, chastising herself for the arrogant presumption she had indulged in. She knew that he was working hard, and her constant calling was probably only making things worse, adding fuel to the fire of his anger with her. She pulled a long, elegant fork out of the silverware drawer and poked the chicken meat with it. She tossed the two chicken breasts into the sauce to marinate.

'Still,' her mind whispered, 'What if he is out with some other woman?'

"I'm fine," she reassured him, "I just felt lightheaded for a moment."

"As long as you're sure."

"I'm sure."

"Tell you what," Henry offered, "I forgot my favorite coffee mug in my office. Why don't I just go down there and check in on Mark, just to be safe?"

Ellen smiled gratefully. "You wouldn't mind?"

"For you, anything."

"You're too good to us," she said, being sure to emphasize the importance of the word "us." She liked Henry, maybe a little too much for her commitment to monogamy. She could recall many times in the last year when she had held Henry up as the object of her frequent masturbation sessions. She felt ashamed for thinking of him in such a sexual way, but as Mark had lost interest in her Ellen had looked at it as the only way to get even with him without cheating, even if he never knew it. As the sexual drought their marriage was dying of frustrated her to no end she soon indulged in long, drawn out fantasies about Henry that gave her some of the most memorable orgasms she had ever brought herself to.

Henry was a temptation, and a damned irresistible one at that. She knew that if she were in the position to act on it she might not be able to hold back on her feelings. So she kept the line very deeply drawn in the sand, and her affections for Henry never left the secret places of her mind. The emphasis on her and Mark as a couple, as one singular unit not only kept her on the straight and narrow, but also insured that Henry would know there wasn't any chance of extra-marital affairs for Ellen Gordian.

She prayed that he never wanted to start one with her. She doubted very much she could say no to him. Maybe ten years ago she could have, but as things were now, she doubted it very much.

"Don't sweat it," Henry said, "I'm sure he's slaving away, underpaid and under appreciated. I'll have him give you a ring."

"Thanks Henry," she said as her mind briefly envisioned what Henry might look like naked. Feeling another stab of guilt as her nipples hardened, Ellen hung up the phone and went to the pantry. Sometimes she wished she'd never married Mark. Marriage was so much easier when both people wanted to be committed in it. But what was a woman to do when her husband made it clear everyday that he'd rather be working all day long than be home with his family?

'Leave,' she answered herself, 'That's what he wants, you know.'

"What the hell am I doing?" she whispered and flipped on the light inside the spacious pantry. An odd mix of smells and aromas, everything from coffee to sugar to the subtle scent of onions wafted past her nose as she walked inside. After a moment of searching the shelves, she found the bottle of twelve year old whiskey her father had given Mark on their wedding day behind a large loaf of bread. She held it in her hands, looking at the dangerously therapeutic liquid inside and debated on whether or not to partake of its wisdom.

"Fuck it," she said and turned out the light.

***

"Just like that baby," Marlene encouraged as Mark stood up, his erection undeniably revived and ready to roll again. He slid his hands up her neck and held her jaw line, pulling her to him and kissing her. Electricity arched through them, their skin a perfect conductor for the intense erotic energy. His tongue slipped effortlessly into her mouth and she met it with her own. Their kisses were loud and passionate as they grinded against each other. Mark's hands remained at her jaw, his sole concentration on her mouth for the moment as she ran her hands up and down his back, over his ass and hips. She was vaguely aware that she was sliding on the desktop in a pool of her cum as they kissed.

"Fuck my tits, Mark," she whispered huskily and grasped his cock. Marlene wanted to feel his dick inside her so badly, but knew from the look on his face when she suggested that he fuck her tits that this would have to be done first. Fortunately, she didn't mind one fucking bit. She looked at the penis in her hand and admired it for a moment as she lay there. It was thick and beautiful, the veins in the shaft large and strong. His head was a swollen purple-red again, and like her own clit, was begging for attention. His balls hung low, hairless as the rest of his pubic area. He was clean-shaven, and like herself, took great care in removing every hair from the genitalia.

Mark got up on the desk and straddled her midsection, his balls rubbing against her smooth flesh. Marlene clasped her huge tits and squeezed them together as Mark placed his dick into her cleavage. Her breasts enveloped his cock and Mark groaned as he felt his passage being lubed up by his own pre-cum.

"Yes," she said breathlessly, his solid shaft throbbing and hot in the tight space between her tits. Her nipples were so hard it almost hurt as she licked the tip of Mark's cock, teasing him with her lips and tongue between thrusts.

"God, Marlene," he moaned as she began sucking on him, the wet sounds of his cock pumping into her cleavage arousing him even more, "You are so beautiful."

Mark braced his hands on his thighs as he fucked Marlene's tits. The desk was creaking back and forth, straining to support the combination of their weight and the motion of the sexual marathon. She worked his head as best she could, tantalizing him and building him to his climax. Mark's eyes rolled back into his head as Marlene sucked and flicked his head every time it emerged from her breasts. It didn't take long, and Mark began to feel it rising again.

"Marlene, I'm going to cum," he whispered, his muscles going tight as he fought the orgasm back.

"Do it, baby," she begged, using her best and most convincing whimper of need and desire, "Cum for me..."

Mark growled and threw his head back, the chords in his neck bulging out. His cock went rigid like a piece of steel and his head exploded with cum, spurting it out in a long thick stream. The hot, sticky substance shot out across her face and neck, and she was ready for it as she quickly opened her mouth and tried to catch and swallow the sweet fluid. She released his member and let him finish pumping his cum out on her tits. His cock bounced up and down as it convulsed, finally shooting the last drop of semen out. Mark was silent for a moment, his head tilted back and holding the base of his cock, muscles tight and poised from the orgasm.

They slowly slid off the desk and looked at each other as they stood up on wobbling legs. She grabbed his recovering cock gently and pulled him to her. They looked into each other's eyes as cum trickled down her tits, mixing with her sweat. There a divine musky smell in the room as she kissed him, stroking his cock as it went soft, rubbing his balls with her hands. Mark kissed her neck and then dropped to his knees. Marlene knew what was coming and laid back on the desk again as Mark began flicking her clit with his tongue. Marlene could hardly breathe as Mark attacked her clit again. He had been right on the first time he went down on her, but now he knew exactly how and where to flick and rub his tongue on her. As he worked her over, she realized not once did his tongue or fingers enter the interior of her pussy. He was doing it all by clit, and God he was good at it.

She began moaning softly and squirming under his tongue. She bit her lip, not wanting to give anyone within earshot anything to talk about as Mark worked his magic on her. Her head was spinning as she groaned against her pursed lips. She rubbed her nipples, pinched and pulled on them as he began nibbling on her clit in small, precise motions. She ran her hands through her sweat soaked hair, thoroughly lost in Mark's mouth.

***

Henry pulled into the parking lot of faculty building and switched off the headlights of his Pontiac Grand Am. He locked his door and stepped out into the humid evening air, looking for Mark's Explorer. Sure enough, the black vehicle was parked in his assigned space. Henry walked over to it and placed his hand on the hood. The metal was cold, so whatever Mark was up to, he was up to it here.

'What makes you think he's up to anything?' Henry asked himself as he walked along the wide cement pathways of the campus towards the faculty building. He glanced up and saw the light was on in Mark's office. He felt better upon seeing that, and he knew that once he knocked on the door, a very tired and fatigued professor of history would greet him. Still, he couldn't help but think of the strange distant behavior Ellen had displayed on the phone. She sounded so, well, so depressed.

Henry swiped his security pass on the door access and stood back as it slowly opened up. The hallway inside was thankfully cool and free of the funky humidity that had turned the night into one big sauna. He was glad he had only bothered putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt when he left. His typical business suit would have been murderous to wear on a night like this. Hell, anything more than underwear was too damn hot to wear. 

He supposed that was why he had been lounging around in his boxer shorts before he had committed to coming out here.

'Why did you commit to coming here?' he wondered.

Henry wasn't sure he wanted to think about the answer.

"A cold beer," Henry wished as the cool, condition air blew against his face from a vent in the ceiling, "That's what I need."

He rang for the elevator.

He wondered how Mark could even stand to be in that office with no air-conditioning like that. He half expected to find him sitting there at his desk and grading papers in nothing more than his underwear. Henry hoped he wouldn't find him that way, but he wouldn't have been surprised if he did.

***

Finally, the orgasm came and Marlene drenched his face with her sweet fluids. Mark stood up, a long thick rope of the clear vaginal fluid hanging from his chin. He wiped it off and had her turn so she was laying long-ways on the desktop. She felt his hard cock against her pussy as he prepared to enter her.

"You got a condom?" he asked impatiently.

"No," she smiled innocently, "But I'm on the pill and I wear a diaphragm."

He had fucked two women already today who used their own contraceptive devices, but would this pushing his luck? Mark considered this for a moment with all the thought a horny man could give the subject. Finally, he said "Okay then."

"Be gentle," she smiled as the head pressed against her, "I'd like to walk myself out of here tonight."

"This is where you earn that A-plus, Marlene," he said and then slid into her.

The head of his penis separated her pussy and spread it apart as he pushed himself in. His length and girth filled her up completely, and she gasped as he penetrated her, inch by inch. Something between a moan and a cry of pain escaped her lips as he went in all the way. She couldn't believe she was able to take him all the way in and so deeply. She felt as though her pussy were being stretched to its limit as he began to hump her. Marlene had only been with men topping out at eight inches, never the full ten Mark sported. There was a little pain, but the pleasure was beyond anything she had ever known.

Mark actually lifted her up off the desk with his arms, cock still inside her and pressed her against the wall. His powerful arms held her weight easily, the muscles rippling and veins popping out under his sweaty skin. She wrapped her legs around him and he held her up, supported by the cool drywall. Mark rammed his rod deep into and out of her as she bit into his shoulder, trying not to scream. They kissed wildly and frantically as they approached a mutual orgasm. He desperately sucked on her tongue as her fingernails dug into his back, clawing him. He gave no thought to the revealing marks she was leaving as he fucked her. 

Mark called out as he blew his load. Marlene's eyes bolted open and her mouth opened wide as she felt her third orgasm for the evening rocket through her body and numb her toes. She couldn't help but scream as her body quivered from the power of her orgasm. She had never experienced a climax just from having a man's dick inside her. Never once until now.

Mark eased her down and took her to the chair. Marlene sat down slowly, easing into it, out of breath and for the moment, fully satisfied. Her vagina was already sore from taking such a huge cock in, and she knew she would probably be limping the next couple of days. She looked at Mark, marveling at his body, his cock, his face and the experience.

"Oh my God," she huffed and leaned her head back, "Oh my God..."

Mark felt his cock receding again, painfully worn out from his final act of cheating on his wife for the night. He leaned against the desk and offered Marlene a couple of tissues from the box on his desk. He looked and found the box of tissues was one of the few things that hadn't been knocked off onto the floor. He saw finals scattered everywhere on the floor as though a tornado had blown through and destroyed his desk. Pencils, pens and his nameplate had landed and skidded across the hardwood while his lamp had thankfully remained on the desktop.

"Thank you," Marlene took the tissues and wiped her crotch clean as his cum leaked out. She made no effort to hide this as she spread her legs wide again and opened her cunt with two fingers, revealing the wet pink meat inside. He could see white globs of cum oozing out and trickling down to her ass as she cleaned.

"Oh no," Mark smiled, "Thank you."

***

Henry was at the door to Mark's office, his hand on the knob and ready to turn it when he heard a distinctly young female voice moaning, "Oh my God, oh my God..." He froze in place, uncertain of what was happening, and yet so completely horrified by what he knew was taking place behind the door that he couldn't even breathe. His first instinct was to turn on one foot, walk back down the hall to the elevator and forget what he had heard. Instead, he listened and heard some movement, the squeaking of the oil-deprived springs in Mark's antiquated chair and heavy footsteps, the sound of bare feet on hardwood. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of heavy breathing, like two long distance runners catching their breath after a good run.

"Thank you," the woman said, still huffing.

Henry shook his head.

"Oh no, thank you," Mark clearly spoke up.

Henry tried to think of a thousand different scenarios other than the obvious one he knew was playing out in there. Maybe he had just counseled some poor pathetic girl on how to do better next semester on her grades. Or maybe he even broke with policy and allowed a retake on the test. Some special circumstance or family disaster had prevented the young lady from attending her final, and she had arranged to take it tonight. Henry glanced at his watch and frowned.

'Who takes a test at nine-forty in the evening?' he thought.

"You have the biggest cock I have ever seen, Professor Gordian," the woman complimented.

Henry felt his jaw drop wide open as he leaned against the door for support. It had to be some mistake.

"Thank you, Marlene," Mark said. Henry could hear more movement, and what he thought sounded like kissing, "You are so beautiful."




Red Orchids Ch. 02



"So I earned my grade?"

Henry couldn't believe this. He absolutely could not believe what he was hearing.

"Oh yeah. All the way."

There was a pause and more movement. Henry suspected they were cleaning up and getting dressed. As if to prove this, Mark said, "You know, you don't have to put your shirt back on..."

The woman laughed. "If I don't, you'll never go home. And if your wife found out, that'd be bad for everyone."

"My wife isn't the quickest draw in the west, Marlene..."

'Oh you prick,' Henry thought angrily at Mark. He was cheating on Ellen and he was accepting sex from students in return for good grades. Henry had been shocked before, but now he was just angry. Ellen didn't deserve this. He thought of her, making dinner for Mark and worrying about him, probably scared to death by now. As angry as he was, as sad as he was for Ellen, Henry had to admit that about that one point, Mark was right. Ellen didn't suspect a thing. But then, why should she?

"So it's a secret then, yes?" Marlene asked again, her voice muted through the thick wood of the door.

"Absolutely," Mark reassured her, "It never leaves this room."

There was a long silence.

"Unless," Marlene suggested, "Unless you'd like to meet up again?"

"Really?" Mark said eagerly.

Henry wanted to puke. His respect for Mark had fallen so far he doubted he would ever find it again.

"Yeah," she said slyly, "How about this? Whenever I'd like to meet up, I'll leave one of these on your desk in the classroom."

"Nice," Mark laughed.

Henry wondered what she had given him for a calling card.

"We'll meet up here."

"No phone calls."

"No phone calls," Marlene agreed.

Henry felt like he was ready to jump off at the signpost ahead and get off at the next stop in the fucking Twilight Zone. He scratched his chin for a moment and then turned and quietly walked back down the hall. He thought about waiting for them to come out, or even going back and exposing them. For a moment, he entertained the thought of playing hero and shedding the light of truth on them. He could have done something bold, something he had never done before. But he didn't. He couldn't. He could only think of what he was going to say to Ellen. It was all so surreal. Henry knew that Mark and Ellen were having trouble, but he never once suspected Mark being capable of cheating.

'Sure, expose him and the girl. Tell Ellen what had happened and then watch her fall apart,' he chastised himself, 'Blow it all wide open. But to what end, Henry? So you can pick up the pieces?'

Henry waited for the elevator doors to open. They slid open with a pleasant musical chime that was in a mockingly direct contradiction to his mood. He leaned against the elevator car wall, his arms crossed and brow furrowed. He was going to have to call Ellen and tell her something, he knew that much for sure. But say what? He wondered if he should even say anything at all, if he was even within his rights. Or would not saying anything only make it worse?

In the end, he decided to chicken out. He had volunteered for a routine check-up, not this, and he sure as hell wasn't ready to call up Ellen and give her news that would most likely cause her to go into cold sweats crying over. No, Henry cared for her too much to let that happen on his account. And besides, for all he knew, it might just be some big misunderstanding. Granted, he couldn't really see how that was possible based on the friendly conversation he had just heard about the size of Mark's cock. Either way, Henry wasn't up to the challenge and he damn well knew it.

Not tonight.

Henry paused for a moment, struck by sudden inspiration and then walked back to his office three doors down from Mark before the doors could close. He grabbed a slip of his green notepaper with the header "From the Desk of Henry Tyler" in bold, block print and snatched a pen out of his top drawer. He quickly thought of what to write and then jotted down the following:

"Mark, Ellen was looking for you. Give her a call, ASAP. –Henry, 10:00 pm"

He pulled a long piece of scotch tape out from the dispenser and tore it off. He folded the note and crept back down the hall to Mark's door. He could hear laughter from inside the office, flirtatious afterglow high jinks that Mark had no right enjoying with another woman, let alone a student. He placed the note against the door and taped it there.

"I'm too old for this shit," he muttered and quickly walked back to the elevator.

***

"Unless," Marlene suggested as she buttoned her jeans, "Unless you'd like to meet up again?"

"Really?" Mark said eagerly.

Mark pulled his shirt back on and looked around for his underwear in the pile of papers on the floor.

"Yeah," she said slyly and picked her purse up on the floor. She unzipped the black leather bag and reached inside, "How about this? Whenever I'd like to meet up, I'll leave one of these on your desk in the classroom."

Marlene pulled out a single, blood red orchid. The stem was cut short, but just long enough to give some balance to the delicate folds of the flower. Mark looked at it, amazed it hadn't been crushed in her bad. She held it out to him.

"Nice," Mark laughed and took the orchid.

"We'll meet up here unless we agree otherwise," Marlene slipped her sandals back on

"No phone calls." Mark said evenly and looked at the orchid again. It was so beautiful, so deeply and truly red that it seemed to have it's own luminance.

"No phone calls," Marlene agreed with a nod.

"Sounds like a plan," Mark smiled and kissed her again.

"You need any help cleaning up?" she asked, motioning to the mess on the floor.

"I got it covered," he said.

Mark walked her to the door, his hand firmly planted on her ass as they went. He kissed one more time and Marlene gave a long, sensual squeeze to his crotch. Mark sighed happily as his cock began to swell again. He opened the door and let her out. Mark watched her walk down the hall and to the elevator.

"My Lord," he whispered to himself and then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Mark grabbed the note taped to his door and read it. His heart jumped and adrenaline pumped through his body as he realized Henry had been at the door while Marlene was here. How much had he heard? 

"Fuck," Mark muttered and closed the door. He went to his desk, considering calling Henry to find out what he knew. Henry wasn't a very good liar, and all Mark would have to do is listen for the little stutter that popped out every time he tried. He picked up the phone, and then thought better of it. If Henry had told Ellen what was happening, if he actually knew anything at all, then Ellen would tell the tale.

"Fuck me,' he shook his head and placed the phone back in it's cradle.

Mark quickly cleaned his office and then hurried home. He realized it was the first time he had hurried home in a long time.

***

Ellen waited by the phone, a third shot glass full of whiskey resting comfortably in her hand. The first two had gone down as smooth as she thought she remembered whiskey going down. After her vision cleared and she regained her senses she also remembered that she didn't even drink. But that was a revelation better left for another night though as she sat on the plush vanilla couch in the living room, still dressed in her Fredrick's of Hollywood negligee and her silky black robe.

The television set was assaulting her with random images and what she was sure was subliminal advertising as she watched the commercial break between segments of the late night news. The sound was muted and the attractive people on the screen hawked their wears silently. She half smiled at the ridiculous glee these assholes showed over drinks like Dr. Pepper and the promised rugged adventure of buying sport utility vehicles. She drank Dr. Pepper all the time, and yet she never quite looked or felt like the girls in yellow bikinis dancing and laughing with beefy hunks on the beach as they drank their soda. And she had owned a SUV for over three years, and never once had she driven up a mountain and experienced a ride as smooth and perfect as offered.

Of course, there weren't many mountains near the city, and come to think of it now, she never really went swimming at the beach anymore. How can you know if you don't go into the mountains or hang out on the beach with Dr. Pepper? She laughed to herself and threw her head back, downing the alcohol with one powerful gulp. She waited for the burn to subside and pursed her lips together. She would pay for this trip into the bottle tomorrow.

She looked at the clock on the VCR and saw it was now a quarter to eleven. Henry had yet to call, and Mark had yet to even let her know he was alive since he stormed out earlier that morning. She hoped nothing bad had happened to either of them, but as she sat there and stewed over her husband and his erratic behavior, the more upset she became. She could allow for him working so hard and investing so much into his job. Sure, that was only a good work ethic, right? She could even understand how he might be offended at living off the money they had received from the family. Ellen didn't much like the idea either, but the fact remained that they did have a nice nest egg. They had a lot saved up a lot between his job, her time working as an accountant and the money she had gotten as a wedding gift from her father. 

But Mark wanted to earn it all, to make sure no one questioned him for marrying into a rich family. It was a matter of honor, Ellen guessed.

"Sure," she whispered, brushing her hair out of her face. The elegant French hairdo she had created earlier was now almost completely ruined, keeping form only because she had pressed the back of her head against the couch cushions. She thought about what Sheila had said earlier at the diner. She hadn't wanted to believe it, let alone even consider the idea that Mark was cheating on her. It scared her so deeply and completely that her stomach churned and bubbled in a vomit inducing protest.

"I can't handle it," she shook her head.

As if on cue, the door opened and Mark walked in, looking tired and thoroughly worn out. His hair was messed up and his tie gone, the shirt opened and casual. He closed the door, turning his back to her as Ellen waited for him to speak. He took his time engaging the dead bolt, and then gave the door a good push to make sure everything was secure. She let her eyes bore into the back of his head like two high-powered lasers. Cheating or not, he had blown her off completely and hadn't made the phone call.

Just one fucking call, that's all she was asking for.

"Henry find you?" she asked in a low, colorless voice.

"He left a note around ten," Mark opened the entry way closet and kicked his shoes inside.

"Where were you?" Ellen asked flatly, her voice beginning to tremble. She wasn't sure what was shaking her more, the anger or the overwhelming need to cry. But she wouldn't cry. Not tonight. He wasn't going to get that from her twice in one day.

"On campus," Mark said as though speaking to a child, "I had the first days finals today, remember?"

"Why didn't you return my calls?"

"Babe, I got so busy," Mark sighed and thought of Alicia, Emma and the surprise visit by Marlene. He added, "Today was exhausting."

"And the numerous messages I left you to call me weren't important?" Ellen asked as a hot rush of blood singed her cheeks, "The fact that I just wanted one quick call doesn't mean shit?"

Mark looked at her, his heart pounding. He could see the anger radiating off her in waves, distorting the world around her like heat from a fire. Her eyes were blazing, and he would not have been surprised if they suddenly glowed the color of the nighty she was wearing. Despite the seriousness of the moment, he looked over briefly. If nothing else, when contained by red lace her tits still looked great.

'Fuck it,' he reminded himself, 'Break the lock...'

"I'm sorry about dinner," Mark said evenly and sat down in the recliner next to the couch, "But I told you I might be late."

"Yes you did," Ellen nodded, "And I respect that. But you need to respect me too, Mark. I waited and waited for you to call. I had someone go and check on you to see if you were okay. You scared me."

"I'm fine," Mark said and wondered again about Henry. He must have known something was going on, otherwise he would have come in and not left a note. Had Henry called Ellen and ratted him out? Mark thought not. If he had, then Ellen would be moving out right now and shoving divorce papers in his face.

"No you're not," Ellen shook her head, fighting back the tears, "You're not... we're not at all. What's happening to us?"

"I'm not doing this again!" Mark suddenly shouted. He dug into her heart going for the kill, sinking his claws in and trying to drag her closer to the inevitable. She was angry, almost livid with him, and where there were emotions running high, Mark knew that Ellen was vulnerable.

"Goddamit we are doing it again!" Ellen raged and jumped up from the couch, standing over him as she jutted her finger right down into his face, "We'll do it over and over again until we get our marriage back, Mark! I am done listening to bullshit excuses about why you treat me so fucking mean. I'm a good woman, and I'm a good mother and goddamit I deserve better than this."

"You deserve better?" Mark snorted, making sure he had remembered to put his ring back on. After he left Emma's earlier, he couldn't quite recall. He discreetly felt his ring finger with his pinky and found the gold band was there.

"Yes I do," she growled, "I deserve to be told when you'll be this late. I'm your wife, I have a right."

Mark slowly stood up and asserted him to his full six-foot-three height and looked down on his wife. Ellen only stood defiantly in front of him, her eyes level with chin but glaring up into his dark, impassive stare. She could smell his aftershave, thick and heavy as it wafted into her nose and burned a little. She wondered why he would be putting on aftershave this late at night. And there was something else, something flowery lingering under the broad, sweeping aroma of the cologne. She thought for a moment, trying to identify the smell and then realized. It was the scent of lavender.

'You finding any unusual perfumes or lipstick on him or his clothes?' Sheila had asked.

'No', Ellen had replied, 'Never...'

"Now you listen here," Mark's black eyes were cold and unfeeling as he spoke to her, no longer a husband or even an equal, but a self-appointed superior, "I don't give a rat-fuck what you do in the evenings or how upset you get over me missing a call to check in. This is my job, and you either get with the program or get out. I will not be treated like this because I do my fucking job. You are my wife, you're right. Not my parole officer, not my hall monitor and not my fucking mother."

Spittle sprayed her face on the word "mother," but Ellen made no move to wipe it off. There was a time when she would have dismissed it as an accident, but now, she knew better. Her husband was spitting on her. She looked to him calmly and asked, "When did you start wearing lavender, Mark?"

Mark remained unmoved, but inwardly he jumped. "Excuse me?"

"Lavender, Mark," she repeated and took a deep breath, "I can smell it under your aftershave."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mark sneered, not backing down. There could be no backing down. He was in control, he was in charge, and he was the man with a plan. He went on the offensive, "How can you smell anything over the whiskey?"

"I had a drink, that's all," Ellen said.

Mark looked at the bottle on the table, "More than a few I think."

"Lavender, Mark," she repeated.

"I am not cheating on you," he hissed and held up his ring finger, "This makes sure of that. I take my vows seriously."

"I never said that you didn't," Ellen said softly, her head beginning to spin from the alcohol soaked blood pumping furiously through her veins.

But they both knew it now. Mark had overplayed his hand, and Ellen had led him right into it. Why bring up infidelity unless it was already on his mind? Mark cursed himself inwardly and desperately sought out an exit from the argument. His ego raged as he realized for the time in ten years, Ellen had been just a little quicker at the draw than he was, and she was drunk to boot. Suddenly, a flood of doubts washed through his mind about his plan. He felt himself faltering, and knew it was time to regroup.

"I am not cheating on you," he repeated calmly, "I know that's what you're driving at."

"Me thinks the gentleman doth protest too much," she observed.

Mark took a deep breath, looked right in her eyes and said, "Go climb back into the bottle, Ellen."

"You must think I'm fool," Ellen said.

"You are a fool."

Ellen felt a fat, heavy tear birth itself from the duct of her right eye. It hung there for moment on her bottom lid, caught in her lashes. Finally, it released and rolled down her cheek.

In the back of his mind, Mark smiled.

"Get the fuck out of my face, you cunt," he whispered to her, suddenly feeling victorious at the sight of her face as he called her a cunt.

The only thing that surprised Mark more than Ellen's sudden craftiness in the art of arguing was the harsh sting of her open palm hitting his right cheek and snapping his head sideways. The sound of flesh quickly striking flesh echoed through the living room for what seemed like an eternity and rocked his skull. The whole world went silent around them as Mark felt the pain radiating from his face in a bloom. He slowly brought his head around, jaw twitching in pure rage and glared at her, smoldering.

Ellen thought for a moment he might hit her back. She didn't relish the idea of one of those powerful hands backed by those huge arms connecting with her face, but she held her ground. After a few seconds spent in retrospect, she regretted hitting him. Not because of fear or guilt, but because she had lost control of herself. It was an impulsive and irrational thing to do. It was so completely out of her character to result to violence, even in the smallest form. And yet, she had done it as though it were second nature to her.

The worst part was she knew that the whiskey was not to blame.

Mark put one hand to his swollen cheek and said softly, "You remember tonight."

***

As he showered, Mark realized now that things had changed considerably. Ellen wasn't the simple housewife he had made her out to be, and the angry red handprint on his face proved it. She had smelled the lavender from Emma's house on him even under all his cologne and now she knew that something was going on. She couldn't prove it, but she still had her suspicions. Otherwise why ask about it the way she did?

"You bitch," he muttered as he scrubbed his groin carefully, his cock and balls sore from the days activities.

If she could prove he was cheating, then his position would be compromised. When the time for a divorce came, there would be questions about his character and morals. And if she was ever even once able to prove he had cheated with Emma Sirtis, then she might be able to find out about everyone else he had cheated with. He would lose his daughter and he would lose the money in the inheritance. Jack would never allow his hard earned cash to go to a cheating ex-husband.

Mark felt a moment of true and genuine desperation as he considered the possibility of losing all that he worked so hard for. He couldn't imagine not having this house or the SUV or the multitude of other niceties he had purchased over the years. He feared the day his daughter grew up listening to and believing the lies her mother would tell her about him. Maddie would grow up jaded and biased against him, her unconditional love for her daddy suddenly warped and twisted. And then to have married Ellen and gone this far only to walk away with nothing because she fooled him into slipping up one night?




Red Orchids Ch. 02



"No," Mark shook his head as the water streamed down his face and the angles of his toned body, "No no no."

It was all falling apart. If only...

"If only," Mark said to himself as a dark inspiration took hold of him, soothing his troubled mind and promising a daring solution.

He licked his lips as the idea forming in his mind caused his cock to arouse and begin hardening. His heart raced and his nipples went hard as he nodded to himself, as though listening to a second voice in the shower stall with him. In a way, there was another voice there. It had been there all morning, guiding him and giving him advice. It was bold and fearless, so calmly rational about what he was to do that everything it suggested seemed like common sense.

It was the voice of his true self.

'Fuck it, Mark. Break the damn lock.'

'But how?' he thought silently, already knowing the answer.

'How do other people break locks?'

Mark shivered with a sexual thrill as he thought the words in his mind.

But he knew he had to speak the words out loud, even if it was just a whisper. He smiled to himself, alive with what he would later describe as pure unadulterated giddiness and tingling with anticipation. He was on the verge of something fantastic, something he had never thought himself capable of. Maybe he'd been afraid, but when faced with insurmountable odds and the prospect of losing everything, Mark realized that he was a man capable of doing what others couldn't.

"If she were dead," Mark whispered, his voice hidden by the cascade of hot water steaming around him, "Then it wouldn't matter."

Saying the words felt like a door being closed, an act of taking a first step towards something great and exciting. His hopes that she might someday kill herself over their marriage would be coming true after all. He began stroking his long, hard penis. He rubbed his head gently and massaged his balls with the other. Mark leaned back against the shower stall wall and jerked himself off, thinking of Alicia, Emma and Marlene. He envisioned them here with him, all three of them, naked in the shower and glistening with water. He imagined fondling their breasts and licking their cunts. He imagined them down on their knees in front of him, licking his dick and sucking on his balls. 

Mark decided there would be no better way to celebrate the passing of Ellen's life than to have a foursome right there in the shower and fuck the three bitches until they couldn't stand anymore.

"Sometimes people need help to make their dreams come true," he smiled and jerked a little faster. 



Red Orchids Ch. 03



"The Decisions We Make"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note:

"First off let me say thank you to everyone who supported the first installment of "Red Orchids." People either loved it or hated it, which is cool. Everyone who has commented or sent me feedback agrees that Mark Gordian is the biggest asshole ever to walk the face of the Earth. Let me say that while Mark is a lot of fun to write, in no way do I share his philosophies. He's based a real guy I knew once, and while that man never plotted to kill his wife, his audacity in the area of infidelity was staggering.

The one driving criticism I encountered was over the length of the first chapter. That being said, I've broken the remaining two chapters in four parts for a quicker read. Special thanks go to miriambelle69 for her editing of the story and her patience with a stubborn novice author."

***

TUESDAY, MAY 24th

"Henry?"

Henry paused as he unlocked his office door. He knew who it was even before he turned around. He saw Mark Gordian, looking wickedly professional and slick in one of his immaculate dark suits, standing at the end of the hall. He looked well rested and almost carefree. He supposed that after what he had heard in Mark's office last night, he would have expected Mark to be a little more nervous. But to the contrary, he seemed to not have a worry in the world. 

Henry nodded and made a little salute with one hand, "Howdy Mark."

Mark walked up to him, his expensive shiny shoes clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor. Mark stood by him and said, "Lovely morning, yes?"

"Gorgeous," Henry agreed as he opened his door and shoved his keys back into his pants pocket. His suit was an older, slightly worn neutrally colored three piece that looked about as modern as Henry did. He thought for a moment he might actually escape a conversation with Mark. Maybe Mark hadn't found the note that he had taped to his office door? Maybe Mark had just missed it and went home?

"I meant to ask you about this," Mark reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the note Henry had left for him.

Henry put on his wire-rimmed glasses and took the piece of paper Mark was holding out to him. He looked it over, trying to buy as much time as he could, and then said, "Oh yes."

Mark looked at him expectantly.

"Seems pretty self explanatory," Henry smiled amiably and handed the note back to him, "Ellen was worried about you last night."

"Yes she was," Mark followed Henry into his office and closed the door behind him. Once it clicked shut, he said, "What time did you stop by?"

"Oh," Henry looked thoughtful, "Around ten I'd say."

"And you didn't say hello?"

'Playing this game, are we?' Henry thought. He did not want to be in the middle of this at all, and the more he talked to Mark and the longer he stayed in this office the more unlikely it seemed he would keep his nose clean. He sighed and took his glasses off as he sat down behind his cherry oak desk. He said, "You sounded busy."

Mark nodded and sat his briefcase down on the chair opposite Henry's desk. He put his hands in his pockets and paced for a moment before saying, "Did you tell Ellen?"

"I haven't told Ellen anything, Mark," Henry said, "But for God's sake. A student?"

Mark smiled a hateful little grin that was both boastful and pointed, "A student, yes."

"Jesus," Henry shook his head.

"Are you passing judgment on me?" Mark asked.

"Of course not," Henry replied, "It's just that you're a teacher, you're married..."

"Are you making moral judgments?" Mark cut him off, "Let me remind you that I'm not the only one with secrets around here, Henry."

Henry sat back in his chair. This was getting ugly really fast, and while he had guessed that Mark wouldn't be happy about his discovering the affair, to bring up the matter of his own indiscretions put a whole new spin on things. He looked at Mark and saw not his friend and colleague and but a hypocritical fraud. He figured he had always known Mark was less than on the level. Normally he wouldn't have even associated with Mark. But, when he had met Ellen...

He chose not to remember the night it happened. The night Mark had discovered his secret was the night he had started living his life under real fear. It had embarrassed him to no end and it was only the grace of his humility that had allowed him to face Mark or Ellen again. He had done a good job thus far of keeping it all far from mind, but every so often something would trigger the memory like a booby trap. Each time the trap sprang, he would relieve the experience in his mind as though it were happening all over again for the very first time.

This time was no different as the memory flashed before his eyes in a horribly eternal moment...

'The night was settling in as the stars came out and glimmered in the sky. Henry can still smell the barbeque grill even now, an hour after they had just eaten. He walks through the garden of the large backyard, impressed and soothed by the fragrant scents of the plants and flowers. It is a beautiful garden Ellen has created here, and Henry knows that its beauty is only second to that of Ellen Gordian herself.

He chastises himself for thinking such thoughts about her. She is, after all, very much married and very much in love with Mark. But my God, they way she walks and talks is absolutely hypnotizing. She is possessed of such a classic beauty and simple kindness that he can't help but stare. Her body is curved and full in a tantalizing way, the undeniable size of her breasts and the silkiness of her hair a great temptation for Henry.

He walks on in the garden, letting his fingers stretch out to the tall, thick bushes that separate the garden from the swimming pool in a perfect wall. He hears a splash in the pool and stops in his tracks. Mark had gone out to the store to pick up some more wine and wasn't due back for another twenty minutes. Henry peers through the evergreen bushes and sees Ellen swimming. Her body is elegant and voluptuous, as he had imagined. She is naked, her full breasts almost floating on the surface of the rippling water.

Henry feels lightheaded as he watches. Why would she go swimming naked right now? Did she think he had gone with her husband to the store? She must have. Ellen would never have disrobed in front of anyone other than her husband. Yet, here she was gliding through the water like some kind of mythological siren, innocently beckoning him to consider what she would feel like under his body, what her sex would taste like. Henry shifts his weight to one side as he looks at her body and wonders.

Her skin is smooth and dulcet, perfectly unbroken and like a silky porcelain. Her breasts are perky and her nipples respond to the cool water by hardening and protruding out from the rosy areolas. Henry looks around as she splashes in the water, her blonde hair wet and shiny in the underwater lights of the pool. He breathes deeply as his cock hardens in his slacks, growing and urging him to satisfy his craving for her. Henry shakes his head, refusing to be so crass.

But as she continues her unwitting arousal of his libido, Henry can feel his need overtaking him. He sinks to his knees, watching her intently and unzips his slacks. He feels a rush of excitement and danger he hasn't known in years as the cool evening breeze rustles across his groin. He pulls his boxers down and gently takes his long, slowly hardening cock out into his hand. He strokes the eight inches of thick meat tenderly, as he imagines Ellen might do. He almost gasps as she turns in the water and exposes her vagina to him, clean-shaven and glistening. Henry wants so badly to kiss her there, to run his tongue over her full lips and taste the nectar he knows is just inside.

He looks around once more to make sure he is safe to begin. Henry knows what he is doing is wrong, but that's part of what excites him. For too long he has simply played it safe and not ever taken a chance. While he couldn't approach Ellen in the way he wanted to, he could at least enjoy her from afar. Henry closes his eyes for a moment and commits to his act of voyeurism.

He strokes his throbbing member back and forth as Ellen unwittingly reveals her body to him. He watches her emerge from the water and grasp the aluminum piping that composes the ladder. Her body is glistening in a shower of chlorinated water, the droplets falling and cascading over the hills and valleys of her figure. Henry is entranced by the shiny sprays of water rolling down the curve of her full buttocks as she climbs the ladder.

He rubs his thick, bulbous head and moans under his breath as she turns and faces the hedge behind he is hiding. He wishes he could kiss her hard nipples and run his tongue over the broad areolas of her large milky breasts. Her figure is so curved and fluid as she runs her fingers through her wet tangles of blonde hair, her head tilting back. Henry begins stroking faster and faster as he imagines kissing her and pulling her hot wet body to him. 

It's then that he feels someone watching him. With a snap of his head, he looks and sees a small opening in the fence separating the driveway from the backyard. He sees Mark, sitting in the driver's side of his car, hands on the wheel and looking at him with impassive and unforgiving eyes. Henry swallows hard and feels the blood drain from his erection. As Ellen dives back into pool, Henry tucks his slowly fading penis back into his boxers and zips up his slacks.

Henry quietly works his way past the hedge and then slips to the side gate leading to the driveway. He opens it quietly and then walks to the car. Mark rolls the passenger side window down and Henry says, "Mark, uh...I'm so sorry."

Mark only smiles, his eyes not so much betrayed but more amused and even delighted. He says, "She never has to know. As long as you-

-remember who is in charge here," Mark said.

"I haven't forgotten," Henry replied.

"Let's just be honest," Mark smiled genially, "We both know that I'm having an affair. We both know I'm having an affair with a student. We both know that you've been caught jerking off while peeping at my wife. Given the delicate nature of our situation, I think we have an understanding."

"Is this why you've been having me lie about the golf games?" he asked, "Have I been lying to Ellen to cover you having an affair?"

Mark looked disappointed, "Don't be naïve Henry."

Henry looked down at his hands, still clasped together on his desk as though he were in a position of some authority. He had seniority here, that was true. But beyond that, this was Mark Gordian's game. And Mark played for keeps. The idea of Ellen finding out what he had done while spying on her terrified him. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert. He wanted her to see him as a scholar and an honorable man.

"How many affairs, Mark?" he asked.

"This year?"

Henry felt sick to his stomach. "All together..."

"Fifteen."

"Fifteen?" Henry's eyes went wide, "What? How?"

"Five here in the city, four from the out of town and six online friends," Mark counted off.

"All at the same time?"

"No," Mark laughed, "Most of those women have come and gone, no pun intended Henry. Right now I'm seeing three women. You know that waitress at the Starlight Café?"

"Yeah," he remembered the blonde athletic girl Mark was always flirting with during their Friday morning coffee.

"Her," he smiled boastfully and then added, "Along with the chef from Alessandro's downtown and of course, my prize pupil."

"Jesus Christ," Henry moaned and leaned back in his chair. He looked at Mark and shook his head, "And you're just fine with everything?"

Mark smiled again, but this time it was hard and cold, "Henry... I don't expect you to understand. I just expect you to keep your mouth shut."

Henry was over a barrel and he knew it. "Okay, Mark. Your secret is safe."

"Ellen isn't the quickest draw in the west," he said and picked up his briefcase, "I've got a good thing going here, and I intend to keep it that way."

Henry was silent as Mark opened the door and left. Once the door lock engaged and he was alone, Henry sighed and rubbed his eyes. The situation had gone from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. He knew that he should have just told Ellen he wasn't able to go check on Mark last night. But that would have required lying to Ellen, and that was something Henry knew he was no good at. 

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he said out loud.

***

The first thing Mark Gordian noticed upon walking in to his office wasn't the beautiful sunlight filtering through his window or the fresh smell of cut grass. It wasn't the memories of the mind-blowing sex he and Marlene Henson had shared on his desk and in his chair. It wasn't the sound of Henry talking to himself in his office, his voice filtering through the central air ducts.

He noticed the single, blood red orchid on his desktop.

Mark walked over to his desk and set his briefcase down on the floor. The flower was beautiful, its color deep and rich. Several droplets of dew were shining on the delicate petals and folds of the flower. He picked it up and smelled it, noticing that some of Marlene's lavender perfume had been scented on the flower. He smiled.

"Back so soon?" he smiled and sat down.

"As a matter of fact, I am," Marlene said from the shadows in the far corner of the office. Mark jumped in his seat as his sexy student walked over to him, her shoes tapping on the hardwood with an almost hypnotic rhythm. She was dressed in a white blouse that only covered her voluptuous figure and did nothing to hide it. Her massive breasts were tantalizing under the sheer white fabric. She wore a plaid, pleated skirt that fell to her knees and revealed her toned calves.

"I like the outfit" Mark said.

"This?" she pulled at her skirt, raising it up a little and revealing her silky thighs to him, "This is just a fashion statement."

"It says a lot," Mark smiled and stood up, his cock hard in his boxer shorts.

Marlene noticed his bulge and slid her arms around his waist, her green eyes piercing his black corneas. She rubbed herself against him, feeling his hard length with her body and teasing him. She smiled and asked, "Is your door locked?"

"Hold on," he said and hurried over to the door. He locked it and turned around to see Marlene reaching into her purse. He asked, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" she teased.

"I don't know," he smiled and kissed her. He heard the electronic beep of a cell phone.

She licked his lips, "I don't want any interruptions."

"That's good thinking," he said and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her generous cleavage.

"I had a thought," she smiled and turned around, bending over the oak desk as she grabbed her plaid skirt and flipped it up over her ass, exposing her cheeks. A lacey black thong separated her full buttocks. Mark slid his hands over her curves and played with the thong as Marlene wiggled her ass a little. Mark paused to open his top desk drawer and pulled out a wooden, eighteen-inch ruler.

"Are you trying to tell me you've been naughty?" Mark slapped the ruler in his hand.

"Professor," Marlene looked over her shoulder and gave him a smoldering glance that was both deadly serious and sensually inviting, "You have no idea how naughty I really am."

"Let's find out," Mark said and spanked her cheeks with the ruler. Marlene laughed and cooed as he brought the ruler down a little bit harder. The wood slapped off her skin and left a small red mark on the perfect curve of her ass.

"I deserve a harder spanking, professor," she breathed. 

Mark tossed the ruler on the desk and raised his hand, bringing it down and smacking her tight ass. Marlene gasped and moaned as he spanked her again, his palm tingling. The next few minutes consisted of nothing but him spanking her, harder and harder until her cheeks were red. Mark then paused his punishment of Marlene and kissed her smarted cheeks gently, his finger running the length of her thong.

"You know what I want?" Mark asked her as he flicked his tongue in between her ass cheeks.

"I have a good idea," she turned herself over on the desk, legs wide and ready to receive him. 

She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to her mouth. Their tongues intertwined and slid together wetly as Mark finished unbuttoning her blouse. He kissed down her neck, dragging his tongue along and planting hot French kisses all the way. As he began to push her bra up over her breasts, his free hand worked its way up her thighs and to the inside of her crotch. Marlene breathlessly opened his shirt, pulling on his tie in a mad fever to undress him. She ran her fingernails over his sculpted chest and abs as he slipped his fingers under the small patch of fabric that was her thong. 

Mark dropped to his knees in front of her and put her legs on his shoulders. He inhaled her scent and then began teasing her through her panties with his tongue. He relished her musky sex and slid his hands up over her exposed stomach and began kneading her mammoth breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and peaked with excitement as he traced her swelling lips with his tongue, her thong now soaked from saliva and vaginal fluid. 

Marlene tossed her head back as she braced her body against the desk with her arms. Mark pushed the small triangle of black fabric aside and revealed her moist sex. Her clean-shaven pussy was glistening in the morning light, deliciously puffy and swollen. Mark ran his tongue up and down her wet slit and then slipped three fingers into her depth. As his fingers sunk into the knuckles and her juices seeped out, Marlene bit her lip and moaned quietly, barely in control of herself. 

"Mark that feels so good," Marlene whispered as Mark played with her pussy.

"I want you so bad," he began teasing her clitoral hood, coaxing her hardening button out.

"You know what I like about you?" she asked as she lay back on the desk, her hands roaming to her breasts.

"Hmm?" Mark flicked her clit with his tongue.

"Oh God," she whispered and tensed as he suckled on her love button. She finally caught her breath and said, "You live dangerously."

"I do," he agreed as her juice dribbled down his chin.

"Mark, eat me please... eat my pussy, " she begged. Mark buried his face into her sweet cunt, his tongue lapping at her velvety walls. Marlene tightened her thighs around his head as he flicked and licked her, his hands working her tits over. She moaned and withered on his desk as he pulled at her swollen, sensitive nipples. Mark lapped at her like a dog and focused on her hard clit.

"Oh Oh OH OH OH OH OH GOD YES OH YES PLEASE OH GOD!" she screamed. Her hips bucked and she felt a bloom of heat in her sex. Her nectar flowed out of her in a steady ejaculation as her legs trembled on his shoulders. Mark drank her deep and swirled her button around and around as she came down from her orgasm.

"Am I the only one?" she asked and then whimpered as he nibbled on her.

"Only one?"

"Am I your only fuck?"

"No," he said, not sure what her reaction would be. 

"A bold man," she whispered, "Who are they?"

"Now a man has to have some secrets," Mark said slyly. 

Marlene sat up and smiled coyly. She then grabbed Mark's crotch and began to squeeze, feeling his testicles and rock hard penis through his slacks. She looked at him as he tried to breath and kissed him, "I want to know..."

"Why?" Mark asked, enjoying her massage of his manhood.

"Because I think it might be fun," she licked his ear, "If we had some friends over to play."

The idea of a threesome intrigued Mark and made his heart thunder in his chest. He looked at her as she unzipped his fly and let his slacks fall to the ground. He cupped her tits in his hands and kneaded them gently in response to her pulling his cock out and rubbing his head. He said, "You really want that?"




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"Don't you?" she asked innocently.

"Yes," he nodded, "But..."

"Who do you think would like to be with us?"

Mark thought for a minute, "Alicia might. She works at the Starlight Café downtown. She's really sexy and adventurous."

"Where does she live?"

"Uhm," Mark thought, "Over on Exeter Street in the Carroll Apartments."

"Mmmm," Marlene purred and stroked his aching member, "Is she home right now?"

"She should be," Mark said, "But I have class in twenty minutes..."

"Call her," she suggested and gave a long pull on his shaft, "I want you to phone fuck her while you fuck me."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Dead serious," she lowered her head to his cock and sucked him into her mouth.

Mark picked up the phone.

***

Around 8:15 in the morning, the phone rang.

Alicia let it ring a few times more before pulling her fingers out of her sopping pussy and getting up out of bed. She sighed and wondered who could be calling her this early. The only person it could have been would be Manny from the café. Whenever someone calls in sick, he goes to her any time of the day or night. But as she was scheduled to work this morning in forty-five minutes, she knew it wasn't him.

Shaking her head, she reached for the receiver. 

"Hello" Alicia breathed into the phone, her voice betraying the aroused state she had brought herself to. 

"Hey baby," Mark Gordian said from the end of the line. 

"Mark," she smiled and leaned against the wall of her bedroom, "I was just thinking about you..."

"Were you?" he asked suggestively.

"Yeah," she resumed rubbing her clit as she talked to him, imagining his powerful cock in her hands.

"What are you doing right now?" he asked.

"Truthfully?"

"Yeah."

"I'm bare ass naked," she said, "And I'm rubbing my clit as we speak."

"Nice," Mark breathed into the phone. His voice was low and filled with need as he spoke to her, "You want to phone fuck?"

"I'd rather just fuck," she smiled, her stomach feeling giddy.

"Well," Mark said and then paused for a second and grunted.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "Just moving some boxes of papers. I'm in the middle of a really big project."

"Oh?" she said and teased her nipples, "And you want some quick relief, is that it?"

"You got it," Mark said.

***

"I think I can help you with that," Alicia said as Mark closed his eyes. Marlene was sucking on his rod like a mad woman, encouraging him and bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. Mark bit his lip and breathed as normally as he could. She fondled his heavy sack as her breasts skimmed his thighs and brushed there like silky melons. He grasped the edge of his desk for support.

"Mmmm baby," Mark moaned.

"Sounds like you're starting already without me," Alicia laughed.

"Couldn't help it," he said as Marlene squeezed one of his balls gently and deep throated him. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat as she sucked.

"Put her on the speaker phone," Marlene whispered and sucked his cock back in again, swirling her tongue around his bulging, swollen head. Mark managed to find the speaker button and flicked it on so Marlene could hear.

"I want you so bad," Alicia moaned into the phone, her voice breathless and lustful.

"Oh baby let me taste you," Mark said to her as Marlene held his gaze. His knuckles were turning white as his grip on the desk tightened.

"You know what I'd like to do to you?" Alicia asked.

"What baby?" Mark breathed.

"I'd take that big cock of yours in my mouth and suck on it," she whispered as Marlene lathered his shaft with her saliva. She smiled knowingly as Alicia continued, "No one can suck you off like I can..."

'Until now,' Mark thought as a long, translucent line of his precum stretched from the tip of his cock to Marlene's mouth.

"Stroke your cock for me, baby," Alicia whimpered into the phone, "Stroke it for me."

Marlene bent over the desk and revealed her ass to Mark. He grasped his cock with his free hand and rubbed the wet head all over her ass cheek and puckered hole. Alicia moaned and groaned into the phone as Mark positioned his cock against her asshole and then pushed in. Marlene bit her lips as her ass stretched and took in his member. Mark shuddered and said, "Oh baby yes."

"Stroke it for me, Mark," Alicia commanded him, "Stroke it so good..."

"Yes baby," Mark grunted as he began fucking Marlene, his hands on her hips.

"Imagine I'm there with you," Alicia said, "Imagine you've got your cock in my ass, filling me up and fucking me so hard..."

Mark thrusted hard into Marlene's ass and tilted his head back as her muscles contracted around his cock. He moaned, "Oh fuck yeah..."

***

Alicia was laying on her floor, her lover's words echoing in her mind and his moans making her feel so wet it wasn't even funny. Her mouth was open in a breathless gape of pleasure as she fingered her pussy hard, the phone cradled between her neck and shoulder. She furious rubbed her clit with her one hand and plunged three fingers in and out of her dripping wet hole with the other.

"Alicia," Mark moaned into the phone, "Tell me how you like to be fucked."

"Hard!" Sarah cried out and rubbed her button, "I love it when you take me and fuck me so hard in the ass... or in my pussy...Ohhhhh..."

"I want you so bad," Mark whispered in her ear over the phone as she rammed her fingers in and out of her soaking cunt. "Tell me more baby..."

"Oh God Mark, I want you to fuck my mouth and fill it with your cum," she cried out as her orgasm began to swell inside her body.

"What else baby?" he grunted, "I'm so close now..."

"I want you to cum all over my face and tits," she growled as her muscles began to spasm slightly, "Ohhhhh god Mark fuck me please... fuck me now..."

"How bad do you want it, Alicia," Mark demanded. " Tell me how bad you want me to lick your cunt and eat you out... tell me how bad you want my cock inside you." 

Alicia felt herself losing control, her mind reaching a plateau of sexual arousal that was hard to come down from. It was a wild place where anything seemed possible to her and her body became a single, simple receptor for sexual pleasure. She pulled her three fingers from her cunt and brought the to her lips. Alicia licked and suckled her fingers hungrily, slurping loudly for Mark's benefit.

"I want you so bad I'd do anything for you Mark," she whimpered as her fingers dove back into her sex.

"What would you do for me, baby?" he asked.

"I'd do anything!" she cried as she reached down and took her nipples between her fingers. She pulled and twisted them in her sexual frenzy.

"Would you kill for me, Alicia?"

She didn't even think.

"Yes I would. Anything!" her orgasm was now speeding towards her like a tidal wave.

***

"Come here and fuck me Mark!" she cried out over the phone "I want you to fuck me from behind. Fuck my ass and pussy!"

Mark slammed his hard, thick dick into Marlene's ass repeatedly as his balls slapped against the backs of her thighs. He was dripping sweat now as he grasped her hips and gave her his all. His stomach was hurting from the powerful repetitive motions, his teeth gritted and face twisted with a contorted leer of gratification.

He wondered why Marlene had suggested the part about killing for him? Considering he had plans already to kill his wife, the sudden introduction of murder into this sexual game had him unnerved slightly. But Alicia seemed to respond the idea of something illegal and morally wrong so much that her moans were only getting louder. Marlene had her face buried in her arm to keep from screaming as he fucked her.

"Cum for me Alicia," he said into the speaker phone, "Imagine I'm inside you from behind and cum for me..."

"Yes baby," she moaned.

***

"Alicia, imagine I'm behind you fucking you baby," Mark whispered to her.

"Oh baby yes," she shivered as her nipples went rock hard. 

"Imagine my big cock sliding in and out of your hole, filling you up... you do remember my cock don't you baby?"

"Yes baby," she whined as her face began to tingle, "It's so big and thick..."

"Do it for me baby," Mark moaned, "Oh fuck yes... I'm gonna cum... fuck..." 

Alicia quickly got onto her knees and raised her ass into the air. She could feel her pussy dripping down her inner thighs as she positioned herself as she would if Mark were there. She slapped her ass cheeks hard and laid the phone down in front of her. She braced her body up on one arm, her lips just inches from the receiver. 

"Oh fuck yes... shit..." Mark managed, his voice breaking over the phone. 

Alicia reached underneath herself, parting her legs a little and inserted her fingers in to her dripping cunt again. She finger fucked herself harder and faster than she ever had before in her life. She bore no ill will towards Ellen Gordian, but the idea of her killing the woman for Mark excited her in a way she had never imagined possible. It was so taboo and dark. 

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she screamed into the phone as her orgasm seized her body and wracked her. The lighting of the sexual explosion arced through her in a blazing trail of white-hot arousal. She screamed and squirted her nectar out onto the floor. She moaned breathlessly into the phone as she tried to recover. The room was spinning around her like a carnival ride.

"Oh Mark baby yes," she breathed, "Oh fuck yes, baby..."

Alicia was so wrapped up in her orgasm, her ass sticking in the air and her own fluids running down her legs, that she didn't notice the shadowy figure in her bedroom window.

***

"Was that good for you?" he asked Alicia while looking at Marlene. His cum was dripping down her ass cheeks in long, runny globs of white. She took her fingers and wiped it up gently. She then brought it to her lips and snaked her tongue out, lapping it up.

"So good baby," Alicia huffed, "Oh God, are you coming over tonight?"

Marlene shook her head, telling him no.

"I'll try baby," Mark smiled as Marlene grasped his recovering member and leaned back on his desk, "But I can't make any promises."

"Ahh," she sounded so disappointed, "I need you so bad."

Marlene smiled and made a mock-sympathetic sad face as she pulled him to her by his cock. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the fabric back off his chest. She kissed and nibbled on his nipples as his cock began to harden again in her hand. It was so hot and thick as it throbbed with blood and expanded. Marlene teased his head as she licked on his nipples.

"Baby, I gotta go," Mark said suddenly, "I think someone is coming."

"Okay," Alicia said, "Oh God that was good..."

"Talk to you soon..."

"Bye."

Mark shut the phone off and rabidly kissed Marlene as his cock stiffened and was ready for action yet again. His dick brushed against her bare thigh and jerked. Marlene danced her tongue through his mouth wildly as he massaged her big tits. Marlene slid her hand along his length, tracing her fingertips lightly over the head.

"That was fun," she whispered.

"Yes it was," Mark agreed.

"Sit in your chair," she nearly commanded him. Mark did as he was told and walked to the other side of his desk and sat down. Marlene ran her hands over his body and drank him in as she licked her lips in anticipation. Mark reached out to touch her, but she shook her head.

"No hands right now professor," she smiled.

"I thought I was in charge here," he leaned back in the chair.

"Appearances can be deceiving," she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand again, pumping it up and down. Mark shivered and closed his eyes as she positioned herself to where she could rest her tits around his penis. Marlene's tongue found the head of his cock and traced circles around it. Her mouth traveled all the way down his shaft, licking and kissing softly. 

Marlene squeezed her tits around his dick and began tit fucking him as her head bobbed up and down. His hands slid around to the back of her head and found purchase in her silky red hair. He guided her head up and down on his penis. Marlene moaned against his cock and made him shiver again, her voice vibrating through his ultra-sensitive member.

"Oh god," Mark moaned.

***

Alicia lay on the floor of her bedroom for a minute, catching her breath. She placed the phone on the floor beside her and rolled over onto her back. She could hardly think as she came down from the orgasm Mark had given her. She couldn't believe she had been so lucky to land a man like that. If only he had been single.

"If only he had been here with me," she said to herself.

She looked out her bedroom window and smiled at the sunny, green oak leaves outside. She slowly stood up on legs that wobbled and went to the window. She closed the curtains and then happily went to the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and took a moment to go pee. As she relieved herself, she wondered about Mark asking if she would kill for him. It was a strange thought, one that she had never considered until that moment. Now that she was no longer in the throes of sex, she could safely say that the idea was ridiculous. But for a moment there, it had been the hottest thing she'd ever heard.

As she flushed the toilet and stretched her back out, she heard her bedroom door slam shut.

"What the hell?" she whispered.

Alicia cautiously stepped into the hallway, her feet gingerly trying not to make any noise as she peered around the doorframe and down the hall to her room. The door was closed and she knew she had left it open. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and rose up as she felt a panic in her gut. Here she was, all alone and naked in her apartment with doors slamming shut on their own.

"It was the wind," she told herself, but knew better. When she had looked out the window earlier, there had been sign of a breeze. All was calm and peaceful. Until now, anyway.

She pulled her blonde hair back over her shoulder and walked towards her room. She felt vulnerable, her body naked and exposed. She tried to stifle the fear that a mad killer was in her room waiting for her. She imagined him with a horrible face and smelly breath, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Rapists and murderers were bold these days, and she was no exception to list of potential victims.

The apartment that once seemed so safe and friendly to her was now awkward and terrifying as she stalked her way down the hall. The silence was so powerful in the space she walked that it seemed almost loud. She could hear her heart thundering in her chest as the nipples on her full breasts hardened and protruded outward. Alicia looked at the knob on the door to her room.

She reached out and put her fingers on it.

She took a deep breath and grasped the knob.

The door swung open and revealed her bedroom to her. It was bright with sunlight, her Van Halen posters still on the walls and her small collection of stuffed animal still on the bed. Her flowered comforter and white sheets were disorganized from the night before and the phone was still where she had left it on the floor. Outside the window, the branches of the trees were now swaying.

"It was the wind," she sighed.

She turned and looked into the living room. The front door was wide open. Her heart almost stopped as she realized she hadn't unlocked the deadbolt yet on the door. It would have taken a key or a pro locksmith to jimmy it open without her hearing it. But then, she had been moaning and groaning so loudly during her session with Mark a truck could have crashed through the front door and she wouldn't have heard it. Her heart jackhammered in her chest as she took a step back and hit someone.

She tried to scream out but a strong hand covered her mouth. She felt her right arm twist back behind her under the force of a powerful grip. Alicia kicked and screamed into the gloved black hand as she was pulled into her bedroom. Her foot caught on the doorjamb and flared with pain. She felt hot pain on the right side of her neck as something sharp poked her flesh. There was a bloom of heat and a strange tingle as her eyes rolled back into her head and the world went gray.

***

From his office, Henry sat in his chair and wondered just how long Mark and his fuck buddy were going to go at it. It had been a half an hour now. Between the phone sex and the grunting and groaning, Henry was both jealous and fed up. The woman on the phone had been screaming her lungs out, and Henry was surprised the whole faculty hadn't heard it. But then, most of them were already in their classrooms, preparing to hand out finals. 

The lusty groans of Mark's lover traveled through the air duct to his office as he rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He tried to weigh the greater crime in his mind. Here was Mark fucking multiple women, having multiple affairs behind his wife's back and getting away with it. Here was Mark Gordian lording an indiscretion on Henry's part as though it were as bad his infidelity.

What did Mark care if Henry had been masturbating while watching Ellen? Mark was so busy with all these other women, why should he care? He'd obviously lost interest in Ellen, otherwise he wouldn't be going outside their marriage. Mark was playing both sides of the field whilst having his cake and eating it too.

Fear had stopped Henry from telling Ellen what he had seen. His fear of her knowing what he had done and losing respect for him terrified him to no end. He supposed he cared for Ellen Gordian much more than he should have. He knew his feelings for her were wrong. Henry had always tried to keep things right. But not telling Ellen about this was unforgivable.

He wished he wasn't so scared.

"What kind of friend am I?" he whispered to himself as Mark had yet another orgasm.

***

Marlene suddenly let him slide free of her mouth. Rising to her feet, she roughly pushed him back on the desk once more, and then climbed up to join him. Turning so that she laid the opposite way over his body, she straddled her body over his face, her sex wet and ready for him. She groaned as she took his rigid cock back into her mouth at the same time his hands gripped her thighs and his tongue dove into her hot cunt. The more his tongue stroked and teased her, the faster she sucked on his throbbing member. As he attacked her clit, she began deep throating him. 

Mark then flicked his tongue against her ass, causing her to jump a little. She maintained her wicked slurping motions on his rod, ready to milk him again. Her body writhed atop his as his lips returned to her wet cunt, his tongue thrusting deeply into her sex. Marlene was desperate not to cum yet. She wanted him to cum first, or even better, for them to cum together. 

She sucked faster, deeper, swallowing against the head of his cock... and then she felt him begin to twitch within her mouth. Pulling back half way, angling him just the way she wanted him, she swallowed eagerly as he cried out and blasted his hot cum into her mouth. At the same time he bit down onto her clit and she came hard against his mouth, her nectar squirting out. Mark moaned and drank deeply as they shared their sensual fluids. 

After a moment of calming down, she slid her glistening body off of his. She admired his already recovering member and licked her lips greedily. Grabbing his hands and pulling him to sit up once more, she straddled his lap, locking her legs around his back as her still tingling pussy cradled his hard cock. She slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply. As their tongues slid wetly together inside his mouth, she lifted her hips and moved until the head of his hardened shaft pressed against her moist opening and slowly lowered herself, taking him into her interior as deep as she could. Their groans mingled as she sat there for a few moments, kissing him hungrily, each tasting themselves on the others lips. Mark shivered as his cock throbbed deep within her body.




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His hands held her hips and began to lift her up and then pull her back down. She matched his pace and rode his big cock. He broke the kiss and her head fell back, offering up her breasts invitingly. Mark's mouth fell to her chest and began to tease her nipples, lapping and licking over one and then the other until both were erected. He began to thrust into her each time he pulled her down upon his cock, his own soft moans of pleasure vibrating against her breasts.

Mark held her close and they switched. Not breaking their coupling once, he laid her down on the desk and continued his fucking of her. She purred a low sensual groan as he began to thrust harder and deeper into her. He grasped her legs and rested them on his chest, his shoulders supporting her knees by the bend. His cock rammed in and out of her sopping wet cunt repeatedly. He took her lips in a full kiss, swallowing her moans and cries as he bent her and dominated her. 

Her nails raked down his back, her ankles pressing into it as her hips lifted into his thrusts. They both knew how much the other loved it like this and held nothing back. Marlene's mouth was open wide as Mark took her roughly and aggressively. She shivered as her cunt clenched around his cock and began to quiver. She was coming close to the climax.

He pulled out just before she was going to cum and told her to bend over the desk. Marlene quickly did as she was told. He began to slap her ass, lightly at first and then harder as red marks blanched on her skin. Spreading her legs wide, his hand began to fall to her swollen cunt instead. He slapped harder and harder until she came, her cries echoing off the walls as she shuddered violently. 

"Just like this," he moaned as his pressed his cock against her asshole.

Slowly, he inched deeper and deeper into the tight, hot space of her ass. He thrust two fingers deep into her cunt, pumping them into her until she moaned in pleasure again. And then he began to slowly fuck her ass. He could feel her powerful muscles grabbing at him and squeezing his member with each thrust. His own orgasm was beginning to rise, and he decided it was time.

He fucked her so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor under the intensity of their sex. He held back a primal shout and let loose his orgasm. Cum filled her ass in a hot bloom as Marlene murmured. 

Life was good.

***

Beside the corpse of Alicia Keel, a figure in black placed a single red orchid down in the space between her milky breasts. Alicia looked just as beautiful in death as she had in life, her body posed neatly in the middle of her bed. She was naked and exposed here, but that was what her killer wanted. After folding the dead woman's hands neatly together over her stomach, the stranger left the apartment and made sure the bedroom door was wide open.

The stranger paused and looked back. From the front door, Alicia's placid and pale face could be seen staring up at the ceiling. The stranger left the front door open and smiled.

"So beautiful," the killer whispered, "So perfect."

...to be continued...



Red Orchids Ch. 04



"TEMPTATIONS"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note: 

"Many people have asked about a secondary character in this story, Sheila Crane-Messing from "The Finer Points of Sheila." This story takes place in the time frame of chapters 4 and 5 during her pregnancy. Thanks!"

***

It had been three weeks since Ellen Gordian returned to her job at Clarkson Real Estate. As Sheila had predicted, Mr. Clarkson was only too happy to get Ellen back on the payroll. She quietly assumed her old role and even got her old desk back. It felt good to be wearing her business suits again. She felt like she was in control, like she had finally found a foothold against the craziness of her life. A lot of old feelings came back for her with her new employment, but absent from this reunion with purpose was guilt.

Her daughter, Maddie, was in the care of one of the most professional and down to earth women she had ever met. The day Shannon Merele (pronounced Mer-ul-lee) showed up at the Gordian house was the day Ellen knew she had made the right choice. Shannon was forty-five with the deepest auburn colored hair Ellen had ever seen. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of emerald clover and her skin was alabaster. Ellen was impressed by her professional appearance and clean-cut attire of slacks and white blouses. But it was her easy going charm and relaxed confidence that allowed Maddie to fall in love with her.

But Ellen had been acutely aware of her husband's roaming eyes. Mark had spent the entire interview looking her over in his pathetically subtle way. Ellen had to admit she was an attractive woman. Her figure was full and her breasts seemed to be a little too large for her smaller frame. The woman stood about five-seven with breasts ballooned out subtly enough to lead Ellen to believe they were real. When she played with Maddie on the floor, they jiggled and teased under her shirt. Mark was only too happy to watch.

Aside from her husbands blatant gawking, she had no reserves about Shannon. The agency she came from highly recommended her and her list of references was impressive, reading like a who's who list of local movers and shakers. Her price had been right for them and aside from Mark's indiscretion, she was perfect. So Shannon Merele became the new addition to the Gordian household, working from five in the morning until either she or Mark got home. 

On the morning of June 30th, Ellen woke up to find the temperature already soaring past seventy-five degrees at just a little after eight. It had been just over a month since she slapped Mark across the face. If his attitude towards her had been cold before, it was positively frigid now. In fact, his regard for her was the only cold thing in the entire house for the most part. The rising temperatures and humidity had only served to further irritate their festering marriage. 

Many things had changed since that night, and she was beginning to realize that her marriage was going to end. The fact that Henry hadn't called her back after he had checked up on Mark was puzzling, but even more so in that her friend didn't make an effort to even contact her at all. Semester had ended, and Henry was on vacation as was most of the faculty at the college. 

Well, everyone except Mark. 

He had been working late hours and was constantly holed up in his office "preparing the syllabus for next semester." A month ago, Ellen might have believed that. His infidelity was all but a spoken fact between them now. Their sex life had been dead prior to her suspicions, but when she had found the lavender scented perfume on his shirt that night (the "Night of the Slap" as she had come to think of it), it had been buried. Considering his appetite for sex and his consistently good mood to the contrary, to think he wasn't getting laid was the height of ignorance.

Ellen showered and dressed in typical business attire, a smart looking suit-and-skirt with a wide lapelled blouse. Once downstairs, she found Shannon cooking breakfast for her family. The smell of bacon and eggs was thick and appetizing, making her stomach growl. Mark was sitting at the bar and chatting with Shannon, his charm as thick and obvious as the butter spread. Maddie was happily humming to herself as she scooped up a handful of scrambled eggs and shoved them into her mouth. The small child was thankfully oblivious to the turmoil in the house.

"Good morning everyone," Ellen walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Shannon greeted her with one of her trademark smiles. She was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged her figure in a flattering form. Sometimes, Ellen felt jealous of her. The way her husband ogled the woman was blatant and rude, but Ellen couldn't say that she blamed him. On the other side of it, Shannon seemed oblivious to his leering. And that was fine with her.

"Morning," Mark said indifferently. If Shannon had noticed his attitude, she did not let on. Ellen thought maybe she chose to ignore it. Better not to become involved in family politics. And, again, this was fine with Ellen.

"You have to work again today?" Shannon asked her, "It's Sunday."

"Yeah," she nodded and filled her mug with hot coffee, "Sheila and I are going to be viewing a few houses today that another firm is letting go."

"And when will you be home?" the nanny asked.

"Most likely around eight," she replied and noticed Mark's gaze resting casually on Shannon's jiggling breasts as she stirred the frying bacon, "But it could be later than that. One of the houses is on the southern end of the city."

"Well, I'll keep a plate warm for you," Shannon told her and pulled the pan full of crispy bacon off the burner.

"What about you Mark?" Ellen asked, already knowing his answer, "You working today?"

"Yes," he said, "I'll be late as well."

"Of course."

"Implying something, Ellen?" he asked as he flipped through the morning paper. The search was still on for the killer of Alicia Keel. She had been murdered the morning he phone fucked her with Marlene in his office. His heart had almost stopped when he found out she was dead. Much to his chagrin, the cops had checked her phone records and found the call placed from his office to her on the morning in question. He had lied through his teeth, telling them that she had been interested in attending the college. As he was a regular at the café where she worked they had a "mild friendship" and she had turned to him for more information. His calling her was purely professional.

Since they had no other reason to suspect otherwise, they had left it at that. But Mark had been badly shaken by the experience. Even now, he worried that they might implicate him and expose him. The truth about his multiple affairs was enough to destroy his plans for the future, but he had also been planning to murder Ellen. He had even made a few phone calls (numbers for which he had paid a small fortune) to get some quotes from the bookies that represented professional killers.

The situation was hot, as hot as the weather outside. He wasn't so much concerned with Alicia dying as he was with his own ass. He was the one who had everything to lose. As a result, he had become much more cautious in his double life. He had wanted to fuck Shannon badly, so badly that his want for her was worse than his lust for Marlene. And while he maintained his relationship with Emily and Marlene, he kept as much distance between he and Shannon as he could, which really wasn't much. 

"Excuse me," Mark folded up the paper, "Bathroom break."

Ellen looked to Shannon as Mark left the kitchen and hurried upstairs, "Will you be fine working today?"

"Mrs. Gordian," she smiled and scraped the bacon on a plate, "It's why I get paid the big bucks."

Ellen grinned and gave Shannon a side hug, "Thanks."

"Mrs. Gordian?"

"Ellen," she corrected her, "Please call me Ellen."

"Ellen," Shannon said, her eyes hesitantly looking away, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Shannon glanced up at the ceiling and then to Ellen, "Why does Mr. Gordian treat you so badly?"

Ellen swallowed her coffee and leaned against the counter top. She looked at the nanny and tried to decide how to respond. It was a bold question to be sure. After a long pause, Ellen said, "I don't know."

"I don't like how he talks to you," she whispered as put the hot pan in the sink, "I know I'm out of line here, but he's so mean."

"Don't worry about it, Shannon," Ellen said quietly, "I don't anymore."

"Of course," Shannon said, recognizing her employers silent wish to drop the subject.

Ellen left shortly after their conversation. Once she had pulled out of the driveway, Shannon slipped out of the kitchen (making sure that Maddie had only her tippy-cup to prevent a choking accident) and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Mark had been gone for a half hour up there, and she wondered what he was up to. She quietly walked down the hall, peeking into the bedroom. There was no sign of him.

Then there was a low noise from the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. She tiptoed past the master bed (which only Ellen slept in now as Mark had opted for the couch) and saw the bathroom door was open slightly. Through that sliver of space she saw Mark standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his stunning figure. His pants and shorts were around his ankles and gave her a generous view of his ass. In his hand he stroked one of the thickest cocks she had ever seen.

A blush heated in her face as she watched him masturbate, entranced by his rhythms and moans. The rod in his hand was long and powerful, and she felt a stirring in her sex that was both forbidden and maddening. She had noticed his stares and not so casual glances at her. The man's bold attitude and disrespect for his wife was not something that surprised Shannon. She was used to that kind of thing. It was his reserve in not doing anything about his attraction to her that impressed her.

"Shannon," Mark whispered as he tensed up and semen spurted out into the sink basin and across the counter top, "Fuck."

Shannon smiled and quietly went back downstairs.

***

"Ellen," Henry smiled and stood up from the booth in the corner of the Starlight Café.

Ellen noticed that Henry had picked the exact same booth she and Sheila had been sitting at when she decided to go back to work a month ago. She smiled and ignored Henry's outstretched hand, instead hugging him. Henry tensed for a moment, uncertain of how to respond. After a moment, he returned the embrace. They sat down and Henry said, "You look great, Ellen."

"I feel great," Ellen smiled warmly. She looked very smart in her dark business suit, the bright white lapels of her blouse not only making her face brighter but also making a sharp "V" of cloth to her cleavage. Henry did his best to maintain some manners and not look. He may have been over fifty, but he wasn't dead.

"So you're looking to buy my boat?" he asked and straightened out his tie.

"Well, Henry," Ellen folded her hands on the table, "To be honest, I didn't have you meet me here to talk about your boat."

"Oh?" Henry said. He smiled amiably but inside he feared she was going to bring up the night he went to check on Mark for her. He prayed he wouldn't start sweating.

"Henry, how long have we known each other?"

"Ten years now?" he said thoughtfully.

"That's a long time," she said, "And in that time I've gotten to know you pretty well."

"And I you," Henry smiled. 'Oh God I knew it... she's gonna force it out of me..." he thought dismally.

"What happened that night?"

"What night?"

Ellen raised a brow. "The night you checked on Mark... during finals week?"

"Oh," Henry laughed nervously and tried to maintain his poker face. But he realized he couldn't maintain something he never had. He sighed and looked at her, the humor draining from his face. He was silent for a few minutes. He did not want to get involved.

"Henry..." she lowered her head and met his eyes, "Come on."

"Look," Henry raised his hand up inoffensively, "I don't know anything for sure, okay?"

"Fair enough."

"I went to his office," Henry recalled that humid May evening, "I was about to knock on his door when I heard him in there with... well, with a student."

"Oh?" Ellen asked, her stomach sinking.

"Yeah," Henry said, his eyes pleading with her not to make him say it, "They were discussing things that a student and teacher probably shouldn't discuss."

"Like what?"

"Ellen, don't make me repeat it."

"Henry, we're grown ups for Christ's sake," she grabbed his hand and held it, "Now what did you hear?"

"I think they had just finished their 'business'," Henry said, uncomfortable with the memory, the fact that he was ratting Mark out, the fact he hadn't told her sooner and the fact that Ellen was holding his hand now. He continued, "She was talking about what a big...cock... he had and how much she appreciated him letting her earn her grade... he said... well, you get the idea."

Ellen bit her lip as a rush of hot embarrassment and anger flooded her cheeks. She shook her head, "What else?"

Henry sighed, "The girl was saying how she didn't want you to find out, and Mark said you weren't the quickest draw in the west..."

"Did he say that?" she asked sadly. Tears were stinging her eyes as she listened.

"I'm sorry, Ellen."

"So am I," Ellen looked down at the table, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't," Henry said, his face filled with shame, "I couldn't tell you because I didn't want to see you cry or be hurt. I got... oh fuck it, I got scared."

Ellen forced the tears back down. She imagined herself grabbing those slippery little fucks and forcing them back into their ducts. She wouldn't cry over Mark. She had suspected it, and now she knew it. She was angry at Henry for his silence, but the haunted look in his beautiful blue eyes sucked the fire from her anger. She squeezed his hand and tried to smile. She said, "It's not your fault."

"Ellen," he hesitated, "It's not just one woman."

"What?"

"He told me that he has been fooling around on you now for awhile," he confessed and recalled the incident in office the day after he had heard Mark fucking a student, "He's been seeing as many as three women on the side. But fifteen affairs all together in the last few years."

"Oh my God," Ellen's face went limp with shock, her jaw open and eyes wide. The blood drained from her face as she processed his words. She could only say, "Oh my God."

"I'm so sorry," Henry offered. He was sorry. He was a sorry excuse for a friend.

"What will I do?" she whispered. The perfume, the late nights, the golfing trips and all the fucking staff meetings. Mark had been playing her from the beginning. And maybe she had let it happen. She looked to Henry.

"Oh Jesus I am sorry," Henry said again, "I should have told you sooner."

"Henry," Ellen shook her head as a single tear rolled down her cheek, "I've had my suspicions. It's not your fault. I've been living a lie."

Henry didn't know what to say.

"Did he say who?"

"Not specifically," Henry replied, "But he mentioned a waitress from this restaurant, and he mentioned a chef and he mentioned the student I told you about earlier."

Ellen thought about Shannon Merele and the way Mark always looked at her. She asked, "What about the nanny we hired for Maddie?"

"Not that I know of."

"Hmm," she said to herself.

Ellen thought of her conversation with Sheila weeks ago and began to understand something about herself. She wasn't so upset over his betrayal of her in the sense that her heart was broken. Indeed, she seemed to be feeling a wounded ego more than anything else. It dawned on her like a newborn sun in the dark sky. She thought back and realized that Mark's infidelity had only wounded her pride, not her heart. And if her heart wasn't bleeding from a cheating husband, then what did that say about her? What did that say about her feelings for him?

"You know the funny thing here?" she looked at her friend and glanced to the ceiling, "My heart isn't broken."

"Really?" Henry looked surprised.

"Really," she said, "I guess I've known for awhile now he was stepping out."

"Ellen," Henry looked down at his hands as his cheeks turned red, "There's more."

"More?" she leaned back against the back of the booth, "Henry, good Lord."

"No," he said, "You see... there's a reason why I couldn't tell you what happened. A lot of it was fear, but there was more."

"What is it, Henry?" she asked and touched her fingers to his hand. She had never seen him so guilt ridden. Oddly enough, he pulled his hands back from her.

"Mark has been holding something over my head for awhile now," Henry explained, "And I suppose you'll hear about it anyway when he finds out I told you all this."

Ellen wasn't sure she wanted to hear it, but listened anyway.

"Awhile back, " he began, "I committed an indiscretion that Mark knew would ruin me."

"What?" she coaxed.

"One night, shortly after we first met, I was over at your place for dinner when Mark went stepped out to go to the store," Henry closed his eyes, unable to believe he was confessing this to her, "I was walking though your garden and was behind some of the bigger bushes when you went for a swim..."

"What's so bad about that?"

"You were naked at the time," Henry breathed, his face flushed red, "And I was watching you from the bushes."

"Oh." She said, feeling both shocked and flattered at the same time. She said, "Henry, I don't know what to say."

"Please don't say anything yet," he put his hand up, driving the last nail into his coffin, "You see, I wasn't just watching."

"What else were you doing?"

Henry sighed. "I was, well... I was doing something a gentleman shouldn't do in public, let alone while peeping on his colleagues wife."

It was Ellen's turn to blush. "Oh Henry," she whispered.

"I understand if you don't want to ever talk to me again," he said, "I'm so embarrassed over this. I don't know what came over me."

Ellen felt so many different things in that moment that she was flabbergasted. She had always thought that if faced with this kind of situation, she would be indignant and filled with a righteous anger. Instead, after a month of enduring Mark's cold attitude and rude disposition, she found herself warm and receptive to the idea. The thought of Henry masturbating while watching her swimming naked was both erotic and tempting. She felt as though she had been expecting it but never knew it.

"Henry," she smiled and grabbed his hand, "Is that why you left so quickly that night?"

"Yes," he looked away.

"Hey," she said, "Don't feel bad okay? You're human. You can make mistakes."

Henry felt like a load of lead weights had been lifted from his shoulders, "You're not angry?"

Ellen shook her head, "No. No I'm not. If anything, I'm very flattered."

Henry smiled. For the first time in a long stretch of living, he smiled and actually felt good enough to sustain it. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, "You don't know what it has been like, living with this."

"Well now you can relax a little Henry."

"Thanks," he smiled.

"Mark," she told him, "Is not the man I married anymore."

"No he's not," Henry agreed.

***

Mark returned home around ten that night.

As he pulled in, he realized that Ellen's Honda was not parked in the side driveway. He shut the ignition off and walked up the path slowly. When he grasped the doorknob, it opened easily. He frowned and looked around. If Shannon were still here, why wouldn't she have locked the door? It was too late in the evening for it to be anything but secure, especially if she and Maddie were the only ones home.




Red Orchids Ch. 04



He thought of Alicia Keel briefly and then pushed the irrational thoughts away.

"Hello?" Mark called out and sat his briefcase down by the closet door. He loosened his tie and walked through the living room. The television was off and the smell of pizza lingered in the air. On the kitchen counter were two opened boxes of Round Table pizza. Mark felt his stomach rumble as he leaned over the boxes to see what was there. He was about to grab a slice of pepperoni pizza when he heard a splash out in the back yard.

Mark went to the window and saw Shannon in the swimming pool. She was backstroking across the shimmering surface, her pale body illuminated by the soft blue lighting of the underwater bulbs. Ghostly distortions rippled across the bushes and in undulating patterns as she effortless glided through the water. Mark couldn't help but look her over as she passed him.

She wore a dark bikini bathing suit. The twin patches of fabric that made up her top were joined by thin spaghetti straps and barely contained her mountainous breasts. They were laying flat against her body as she turned her closed eyes to the night sky and stroked. He had imagined her body being something spectacular when he first met her, and in the month following her employment here, he had taken every opportunity to drink her in. But this was the first time he had seen her in a bathing suit. For a woman in her forties, she looked remarkably fit and tight.

Mark took a bite of the pizza and watched her touch her fingers on the far end of the pool and then flip over underwater. She reemerged and began backstroking to the diving board. Mark felt his cock begin to stir in his pants as he watched her. He put his pizza down and rubbed himself gently. He imagined touching her and licking her tits. He knew that he had to have her and he hoped if he played his cards right, it would happen before Ellen got home. He smiled to himself and opened the sliding glass door.  

"Mr. Gordian," Shannon said as she swam, her eyes still closed. Mark was surprised by her seemingly precognitive abilities.

"Ms. Merele," Mark smiled and walked along the sidewalk that framed the large pool, his hand casually planted in his pockets. He asked, "Has Ellen come home?"

Shannon didn't break her slow swimming strokes as she passed the middle of the pool, "No, not yet. She said she and her friend Sheila were going for drinks."

Mark snorted and shook his head. "That figures."

"Mrs. Gordian sounded stressed," Shannon said as water rippled around her hourglass figure tantalizingly, "I imagine she just had a rough day, being as she's still getting used to the grind."

"Mrs. Gordian," Mark said, "Has a lot of rough days."

Shannon finished her exercise and swam to the ladder by the diving board. Mark met her there as she climbed up and he received a generous view of her swinging, dripping wet breasts. He offered her his hand and she took it. They stood in front of each other for a moment in an awkward silence. Shannon clearly had no inhibitions about her body as she stood practically naked in front of him. Mark quietly counted every bead of water dribbling down her perfect body. Her nipples were hard under the wet blue patches of her string bikini. The outer ring of her large areola was visible on her left breast as the bathing suit top had moved during her swim. He could also see the outline of her pussy through the small panel of her bathing suit bottoms.

"Well," Shannon smiled warmly as she ran her hands through her wet red hair, "That doesn't mean we have to have a rough day, right?"

"Of course," Mark nodded, his eyes still glued to her breasts. He then noticed an empty liquor bottle beside the lounge. He picked it up and saw that it was the whiskey Ellen had been downing the night she slapped him. The night he had met Marlene Henson. He held it up to Shannon, who only shrugged innocently.

"A little nip never hurt anyone," Shannon smiled innocently, "I mean, Maddie is already asleep and I thought I'd be done before you got home."

"Don't sweat it Shannon," Mark waved her off casually with one hand and chucked the empty bottle into the bushes, "It'll be our secret."

"More secrets?" Shannon cocked a brow and walked to the lounge chair where a large red towel was spread out. She grabbed it and began drying off. She said, "I keep so many of your secrets already."

Mark tilted his head, "I don't understand."

Shannon smiled knowingly and said, "I think you do, Mark."

Mark suddenly wondered. Did Shannon know about his affairs? Could she have somehow figured out what he was up to with the three women he kept on the side of Ellen? Mark didn't see how, but something in Shannon's eyes made him think she knew more than he ever suspected. His heart froze. What if she knew what he planned to do? But then how could she? He hadn't told anyone.

And then he thought of Alicia Keel again.

"I don't have any secrets," Mark smiled amiably.

"Really?" Shannon humored him and walked past into the house, her ass swaying invitingly. As paranoid as Mark was beginning to feel, he followed her in, his eyes glued to her buttocks and the skimpy g-string that separated her cheeks.

"Are you trying to imply something?" Mark asked as she walked into the kitchen and turned on the light.

"Mark," she looked at him as she closed the blinds looking out into the back yard, "Really now. How long did you think you could keep it a secret?"

'Oh fuck she knows,' he thought wildly.

"I'm sorry," he shook his head.

Shannon placed her towel on the counter by the pizza boxes and slid her hands up his stomach, over his chest and to his neck. She pressed her wet body against him, soaking the front of his slacks, shirt and tie. Shannon looked into his eyes with her impenetrable stare of emerald and seemed to look right through him. Her fingers caressed the sides of his neck as she parted her full lips and said, "I'm not stupid, Mark. In my line of work, you figure out who is keeping secrets and who isn't. And you are carrying a big one."

"I am?" he said, unable to move.

"I see how you look at me," she whispered in his ear, "I saw you masturbating in your bathroom this morning and heard you say my name."

Mark blushed for the first time since he could remember. "I, uh-"

"Shhh," she put a finger to his lips, "A man with secrets needs to play it safe. Now, we both know secrets about each other, right? I had a little drink before I went swimming, and you have a very active sex life outside your marriage."

"I've never cheated-"

"Shhh." Shannon said again and squeezed his bulging crotch, "I know a cheater when I see one. I think Ellen probably knows it too, though she hasn't come around to admitting it yet. You cheat on her, don't you?"

Mark knew he should keep on denying it like a politician at an inquiry. But instead, he opened his mouth and heard himself say, "Yes I do."

"A lot?"

Mark nodded, not sure if he was aroused by the admission or scared. He figured he was both as she kneaded her palm over his aching cock. He said, "Yeah, I guess I do."

"I could get my license revoked for drinking on the job," Shannon traced a finger over his hard body through his wet shirt, "And that would be bad."

"I told you, your secret is safe," Mark insisted.

Shannon smiled suggestively and said, "Maybe we need to make a pact, Mark?"

Mark hesitated and then smiled, "Like what?"

Shannon hugged him close to her, her breasts pressed up against him in large fleshy mounds. She purposefully kept her crotch against his, letting the material of his pants soak not just from the chlorinated water but also from the fluids of her own arousal. She looked thoughtfully at the ceiling and then grinned broadly. Shannon went to the curio cabinet in the dining room where Ellen kept their wedding china. She opened the glass door and removed the chalice he and Ellen had shared at the wedding reception.

"Sometimes," Shannon focused on the elegant crystal cup, holding it just in front of her breasts, "An agreement can be sealed with a drink of both parties blood."

Mark suddenly stepped back a little, "Blood?"

Shannon laughed, "I don't drink blood, Mark."

"That's a relief," he said nervously.

"But," she continued and stood inches away from him, the glass between their bodies, "The agreement between us needs to be special."

"Okay," Mark said, "I have a bottle of '79 Merlot in the cellar."

"No, Mark," Shannon shook her head, "It has to be something from you."

Mark felt a strange anticipation in his stomach. He said, "Oh?"

"I have a thought," she said and then sat the cup down on the counter. She tugged at his belt and unbuckled it as she held his gaze. Mark had never felt hornier in his life than he did right now as he watched this half naked sexual fantasy unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. She then tugged his boxer shorts down, her hands sliding over his ass as they fell to join his pants. His powerful eight-inch cock sprung back and forth in front of them as she unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie.

"Uhm," he began, not sure why he felt suddenly shy, "Shannon?"

"It's all about secrets, Mark," she looked into his eyes and grasped his hard meat with her left hand. She began stroking him back and forth, kneading his swollen head with her palm. Mark closed his eyes and shivered as her soft hand rubbed his cock in a sensual rhythm. She put her free hand on his chest and pushed him back against the counter, his hips thrusted out so she could really get a good grip. As his nipples hardened in the warm evening air, she said, "We could have such a beautiful secret."

Mark reached out and began massaging her breasts. He pushed the fabric of her top back and exposed her giant tits to his touch. He cupped them and tweaked her nipples between his fingers as she pulled and rubbed his dick, occasionally fondling his swollen balls. She leaned forward and kissed him as he squeezed her tits. A rush of pure lust swam over him as she jerked him off.

"I want your cum, Mark," she whispered and pinched his head a little, "I want to know that we're in this together."

"We are," he managed as his breathing picked up. He could feel himself already close to the orgasm.

"Your secret," Shannon said as his cock stiffened into a granite rod, "Is my secret."

Shannon picked up the chalice and held it in front of Mark's cock. She quickened her jerks and pulled on him as he began moaning, his mouth wide open and gasping for air. The veins in his thick shaft were bulging out and pulsating with sexual energy as he gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white. Mark gritted his teeth and orgasmed hard. His semen rocketed into the crystal cup, ejaculating from his purple head in long ropy spurts. He heard the liquid spatter into the cup as she pumped his semen from his balls. His entire body tingled. Shannon worked her hand back and forth, milking him for all he was worth until she finally could bring no more from him.

Shannon raised the glass up and looked at the generous amount of cum in the cup. Mark had filled the cup up half way with white, milky semen. Shannon shook the glass a little and brought it to her nose, inhaling the scent of his ejaculate. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, his dick still in her hand. She said, "We'll seal our agreement with a drink from this cup."

Mark nodded obediently.

Shannon tipped the glass up to her full sultry lips and let half the sticky, hot fluid slide out of the cup and into her mouth. As she pulled the chalice away, a sticky translucent string of his cum stretched from the edge of the cup to her bottom lip. Her tongue snaked out and she slurped the excess into her mouth. Then she handed the cup to Mark, who held it in his hand for a moment. He thought it was ironic that he should be doing this with the very cup he had held in commemorating his union with Ellen. It had once held wine, but now held the nectar of his adultery. Mark smiled and downed his own salty sweet semen in one gulp.

"See now," Shannon slid her arms around his waist as his shirt fell away and down his powerful arms, "We're partners."

Mark leaned in and kissed Shannon full on the lips, their mouths still coated with his spunk. Their tongues rolled and slid together as they shared a hot, needful kiss that guaranteed their ceremony of secrecy would be followed by a lot of sex. Mark wondered for a brief moment what they would do if Ellen walked in. But as Shannon slipped her bikini bottoms off, he realized he didn't give a flying fuck.

Ellen would be dead soon anyway.

***

"I don't know what to do," Ellen said, stirring her drink with one finger.

Sheila shrugged and took a drink of her virgin margarita, "Well, you're in a pickle that's for damn sure."

The bar was loaded and noisy as the hardcore Sunday night crowd boozed it up and reaped the rewards of their long workweek. Sheila knew that they were out of place here, two businesswomen in a sea of country-western hat heads. They had been getting hit on routinely since the moment they walked in, despite her pregnant belly and the wedding ring on Ellen's finger. Men with large ample guts, flashy boots and tight Wranglers pulled over their doughy bodies had been laying their best lines on them to the point of annoyance. Sheila had finally told their most recent would-be suitor that they were lesbians, and since then they had been able to enjoy their drinks and talk.

"You think Henry is telling the truth?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" Ellen said, "Henry is probably one of the last honest men on Earth."

"Fifteen women?" Sheila shook her head, "God, I'm having flashbacks of my ex."

Ellen smiled weakly, "The thing is, I'm not all that upset. What does that mean?"

"It means that Mark isn't good enough for you, and you know it. Don't feel bad."

"How could I be so blind?"

"It happens baby," Sheila rubbed her shoulder, "Take another drink."

Ellen downed her Tequila shot. It was her fifth in ten minutes and already she was feeling like she might fall over. She turned the shot glass upside down and slammed it to the counter, "Bartender, give me another."

As the bartender filled her another glass, Sheila said, "The guy's an asshole. He's been giving you the fuckity-fuck at home while playing Dr. Feelgood to the rest of the town."

"And what about Henry?" Ellen asked, "Here's this wonderful, sexy and kind man who thinks the world of me and I can't do anything about it because I'm married."

"Who says you can't?" Sheila laughed, "Mark's already thrown the vows out the window. Why can't you take your life back?"

"Oh shit," Ellen shook her head, her speech slurring slightly, "I don't know."

"You like him?"

"If it wasn't for my marriage I would've fucked him nine ways 'til Tuesday."

"That's one way of putting it," Sheila smiled at her friends inebriation, "Then go to him, Ellen. You've given a lot of years to Mark for nothing. I say divorce his ass, take Maddie and leave."

"I don't know," Ellen whispered and then downed her shot. She winced and grimaced as the alcohol burned down her throat and flamed in her stomach, "Tequila... te-kill-ya..."

"I think we should get you home," Sheila said, "You've had enough for one night, Ms. DeMornay."

The reference to the incident with the waitress shocked Ellen, the impact of her sudden realization acting like a strong cup of coffee. She sat straight up and frowned, remembering how the waitress at the Starlight Café had said she looked like Rebecca DeMornay. The girl had seemed to so nervous and out of sorts when it happened. And then Henry had told her this morning that one of the women Mark was cheating on her with worked in the café.

"What's her name," Ellen snapped her fingers, "The waitress?"

"What?"

"At the Starlight Café," Ellen told her, "The one who said I looked Rebecca DeMornay."

"Oh," Sheila thought for a moment, "Uhm, Alice? Alison?"

"Alicia," Ellen said, "Her name was Alicia."

"So?" Sheila asked.

"I don't know," she said, "But Henry said one of the girls Mark was seeing worked at the Starlight. What if she was so nervous because she recognized me as Mark's wife?"

"Oooh," Sheila cocked her eyebrow and then lowered her voice, "Isn't she the one who turned up dead last month?"

"Yeah," Ellen said, her voice a thousand miles away.

"You don't think that-" Sheila began, feeling guilty for even suggesting what her mind was screaming.

"Mark killed her?" Ellen pushed her shot glass away.

"Well, yeah."

"No," Ellen shook her head, "No, I don't think so."

But there was a part of her mind that worried. Worried a lot.

***

Mark's tongue snaked into Shannon's mouth, searching and twirling around her own. He pushed her further back against the bed, making sure to press his cock against her inner thigh. His knee butted up against her and massaged her pelvic mound. Mark could feel the radiant wet heat seeping from her cunt. She raised her hips to meet his grinding body. Shannon's huge tits shook and jiggled as they mashed together, their naked bodies slick with perspiration and need.

Mark's hand slid down to the petals of her sex, cupping her pussy and pressing his fingers against the silky meat. Her entire body tingled as their tongues danced together wildly. She was panting like dog, her sex drive overtaking her rationality as she drank in his presence. Every inch of her body, inside and out demanded his touch and screamed for his flesh.

Mark's fingers roamed her lush body, feeling out her curves and memorizing her anatomy. He lowered his mouth to her skin, licking and sucking at every erogenous zone he knew of. He pulled at her nipples with his teeth, gently, lengthening them and twisting them in his mouth. Shannon moaned loudly as the pillows fell off Ellen's bed to the floor. She could feel her pussy beginning to leak on Mark's leg.

"I want you so badly," he whispered.

"Take me," she ran her hands through his hair. She thought of Ellen and wondered if she might walk in on them. 

He pulled her arms up over her head, holding them together in one hand, moving his body over top and grinding his hips against hers. Her head rolled from side to side, breathy exclamations of her need spilling helplessly from her swollen lips. Mark reached over and opened the nightstand drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a long length of velvet fabric. He started tying her wrists together.

"This is kinky," she licked his lips"

"You have no idea," was his mischievous reply.

"You like control, don't you Mark?"

"Yes," he said as he finished tying her wrists to the head bedpost.

His mouth descended to her breasts once again and sucked tenderly at her nipples. His hands ran down her ribs to the narrow dip of her waist, and then moved apart again as they glided over the curve of her hips. Shannon smiled to herself while Mark licked down her belly and circled her navel. The air around her exposed and swollen sex was thick was a sweet musk Mark couldn't resist. His cock hardened as he inhaled her, stiffening to an almost painful length. Mark gave her soaking slit one long lick, savoring her flavor. She moaned loudly, straining against her bonds as she pushed her hips towards his face. 

Shannon spread her legs wide open exposing her shaved lips.

"Eat my pussy," Shannon pleaded.

"Like this, baby?" Mark teased her clit with two fingers, coaxing her clit from its hood.

She cried out. "Yes, oh yes, more..."

"More, like this?" Before she could even prepare, Mark sank two fingers deep into her hot pussy, as far as they could reach. Shannon cried out and thrusted her hips involuntarily. He pulled his fingers out and then shoved them quickly back in again. She gasped at the invasion, and as he curled his fingers to discover her g-spot, she unleashed a puddle of thin, slippery juices that soaked his hand.




Red Orchids Ch. 04



"Oh, Shannon," groaned Mark.

He pushed her hips up off the bed and tipped them forward, pressing his face into her sopping sex. He could feel it throbbing as he shoved his tongue inside her, licking all her nectar into his hungry mouth. Shannon purred as her pussy thrummed. Her liquor dripped down over her ass, but Mark wasn't letting a drop escape. His mouth crept over her as he spread her cheeks and licked around her puckered asshole. 

"Oh my God," she whimpered. 

Mark reached up to palpate her clit while he rimmed her, causing another wave of vaginal fluids to spurt from her sex. He lapped them up with broad strokes over her pussy, then returned to her asshole. His tongue darted inside her bottom with quick, light flicks. If Shannon hadn't been bound, she would have squirmed right off the bed.

Mark got on his knees in front of her, his muscular body tight and ready. His cock stood out proudly, thick and long in front of his heavy sack. He bent the head of his cock down towards Shannon's heated snatch and rubbed it against her clit, spreading her wetness over the bulbous head. Shannon's eyes rolled back under her lids. Her knees grasped Mark at his waist, pulling him closer to her. 

"Fuck me now," she begged.

"Tell me what you want, Shannon. I want to hear you tell me."

"I want your cock, Mark, I want you to put your cock deep inside me." She whispered huskily.

He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulling them apart, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel. Leaning against her legs for leverage, Mark pushed his cock inside her soaked nest, sinking in fully in one stroke. The powerful heat of her interior electrified his entire body as through his cock were a lightning rod while her pussy rippled in pleasure. Mark pistoned his cock in and out of her as they moaned and shouted their need for each other like two pagan zealots of purely sexual faith. Beads of perspiration dotted her brow in the dim light as she fought to reach her goal. He reached down and placed his thumb over top her clit, circling it rhythmically while he pumped madly.

"Fuck me fuck me!" she cooed. Her pussy was flush and swollen, a translucent stream of her sweetness running in rivulets down her crack.

Mark pulled back, out of her hole as Shannon flipped over and presented her ass to him. She spread her buttocks and exposed the small hole just above her sex. He placed the head of his cock against the tight aperture of Shannon's ass and applied a firm yet controlled pressure. Shannon laughed with absolute pleasure. 

"Mark, that feels so good..."

"Feeling is mutual." His thumb returned to her clit, teasing and rubbing it.

"Do it baby," Shannon pleaded with him. 

He flicked and plucked at the swollen nub while he forced his cock against her resistant asshole. The motion against her clit was irresistible, though, and Shannon found herself aching towards him. As her clit swelled in pleasure, her ass blossomed open and Mark gained his first inch of entry into her rear entrance.

He stood there, immobile, waiting for her ass to accept him, even more, to crave him. A sharp pang shot through Shannon's body at his initial breach of her back door, and she bit her lip and groaned as his cock pushed into her. Mark never let up on her clit, rubbing it even faster now, making it impossible for Shannon to concentrate solely on the tender stretching of her ass. Each circumnavigation of her bud gave Mark a little more room to move, until finally she relaxed entirely. Before she even realized it, he was buried to the hilt deep inside her bottom. Mark paused, calming his breathing and resisting the urge to immediately pound her ass like a wild man.

Mark thrust gently in and out of her butt, only an inch or so each way. Shannon pulled against her restraint as her red hair spread out across the bed and hid her face. He pulled back further and pounded harder into her ass, watching her cheeks shake and jiggle with each impact. His balls were already boiling over as Shannon's breathing became short and fevered.

"Fuck me harder," Shannon demanded. Mark pulled back until the head of his cock was nearly out of her ass, and then shoved it back in full force. Their skin slapped together and the bed rocked against the wall as he ravaged her. Shannon howled in primal lust, grinding her hips and pushing back onto Mark. 

Mark was amazed at how she was handling his large cock. It looked as though she might split in two the way her ass was stretching, but she didn't seem to care. She was sucking him inside her, her anal walls pulsing and squeezing around him. Shannon had become an untamed bitch in heat, her instincts and desires fueling the fire inside her into a raging inferno.

"Rip my ass open, you fuck!" she roared.

Mark slowly began to realize that Shannon was now fucking her ass against his cock rather than him fucking her. She was pounding her ass into him, her teeth gritted as she met the force of his thrusts. Mark closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of her tight tunnel clamped around his pulsing member as they consummated their pact to the full extent. Shannon's velvet bonds ripped apart suddenly, startling Mark.

"What the fuck?" he managed and then yelped as Shannon reached between her legs and found Mark's ass. Two fingers plunged into his asshole and began fucking him. Mark could hardly breathe as the woman somehow managed to keep up her breakneck pace and pound his ass with her fingers at the same time. Mark thrusted harder against her.

"FUCK YEAH!" she screamed and jammed her fingers into his hole.

Mark screamed as he orgasmed, both overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as his load filled her anal cavity up and then seeped out. Mark looked at his watch with eyes that blurred in and out of focus. It was getting late, and he had a date.

"Oh fuck baby," Mark huffed.

"What is it?" Shannon asked as she rolled over on the bed, her breasts heaving.

"I got a date," Mark said.

"One fuck not enough for you?" Shannon asked politely, but there was hint of something darker behind her voice.

Feeling full of himself and extremely horny still, Mark smiled. "Never."

***

Sheila dropped Ellen off shortly after midnight. Ellen walked up the driveway and was sober enough to be surprised that the door was unlocked but too drunk to care. She rubbed her sore neck and realized she needed a massage badly. The lights were on in the living room and she found two women sitting on the couch. Shannon looked up and smiled, as did her friend.

"Ellen, welcome home," Shannon smiled.

"Shannon," Ellen managed, "What are you still here for?"

Shannon looked at her curiously, "Are you drunk, Ellen?"

She stood there for a minute and let her purse drop to the floor. She said, "As a matter of fact I am. But don't tell anyone."

Ellen pressed her finger to her lips and made an "Shhh..." sound.

Shannon smiled, "Well that's okay."

"Where's my husband?" she asked and sat down in the recliner. Her pantyhose had ripped in the parking lot of the bar when she and Sheila had left. A long runner had been torn into the nylon when her leg caught on the car door. Long strands of blonde hair fell in front of her face as she settled into the recliner.

"He said he had to run out," Shannon told her.

"I see," Ellen said dryly, "More work I'm sure."

Shannon looked pained, "Actually, I don't think so."

"Oh?"

"Where are my manners?" Shannon said suddenly and motioned to the younger woman sitting beside her, "This is my daughter Marlene."

"Hiya Marlene," Ellen smiled. God, she felt drunk.

"Hello," Marlene replied. She looked just Shannon, with her red hair and green eyes and pale skin and absolutely perfect tits. She was dressed like her mother, in jean shorts and a t-shirt. They were both barefoot, and Ellen decided to join them. She kicked off her pumps and sighed.

"You okay?" Marlene asked.

"Not tonight," Ellen admitted, "Not at all."

"I'm not even sure I should be telling you this," Shannon looked at Marlene, her faced pained.

"Tell me," Ellen insisted, "This has not been my day, so just go for it."

"Mark came home around ten," Shannon told her as she picked up the discarded pumps and put them in the closet. On top of the television was an empty whiskey bottle. Ellen squinted at it. It was her whiskey bottle. Shannon picked it up and offered it to her, "Mark started drinking and got out of hand."

"Did he now?"

"Yes," Shannon got on her knees in front of Ellen and placed a hand on her thigh, "I'm so sorry. He made a pass at me and I slapped him."

"He made a pass at you?"

"He scared me to death," Shannon said and motioned to Marlene, "I called my daughter here just in case he came back."

"Where'd he go?" Ellen looked at the bottle.

"Oh my," Shannon bit her lip, "He said he was going to see a friend."

"One of his fuck buddies, no doubt."

"I'm so sorry," Shannon comforted her.

Ellen went to stand up and then cringed. Her back was hurting badly now, her neck throbbing with pain. Shannon noticed this and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No," Ellen replied, the pain taking some of the edge off her intoxication.

"Marlene here is a great masseuse," Shannon said, "Let her try."

"I'd be happy to, Mrs. Gordian," Marlene chimed in.

Ellen was too tired and too drunk to say no. 

"Lets go up to the bedroom," Shannon helped Ellen to her feet.

The trip up the stairs was long and tedious as the two women helped her along. Once in the bedroom, Shannon helped Ellen down easily to the mattress. She had made the bed from where she and Mark had been fucking earlier. Marlene got behind Ellen and gently grabbed a hold of her aching shoulders. She started working the muscles with her powerfully deft fingers. After a few minutes of this expert attention to her muscles Ellen rolled her head slightly and moaned softly. 

"Marlene you're a miracle worker," Ellen sighed dreamily.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gordian," Marlene smiled and winked at her mother, "But you know this is a lot more effective if laid down..."

"Call me Ellen, please," she replied.

"Why don't you lay down, Ellen?" Marlene whispered as she kneaded Ellen's flesh.

"Sounds good," Ellen shrugged and positioned her self before Marlene. Shannon watched with amused interest as her daughter set to work. Ellen wanted some tender attention and she wanted it from Henry. But she was too drunk and too beyond herself to really complain. The fact that these two women who she really didn't know all that well were becoming so personally intimate was lost on her for the moment. Ellen stretched her feet out past Marlene and rested her head on Shannon's thigh.

Shannon began stroking her silky blonde hair as soon as the Ellen's cheek touched her thigh. Her shorts had ridden up high along the toned length of her thigh, revealing her fat free physique. If Ellen had been more lucid, she might have seen the knowing look her new friends shared. Of course, if Ellen had been privy to all the facts about her situation as it was at that moment, she might have turned and run screaming. If she had known what was to follow in the next twelve hours, she would have sobered up like a priest on Sunday. But as it was, Ellen was oblivious to the world. She had no way of knowing what had happened earlier between Shannon and Mark, let alone what had been happening between him and Marlene or the ironic familial relationship between the two women.

Marlene straddled herself over Ellen's thighs and began her work, rubbing and tenderly massaging the tight muscles in the drunken woman's back. She worked her hands down the sides of Ellen's ribs and back up her spine. Ellen began to feel drowsy as Marlene loosened her backside up and Shannon stroked her hair. When a lusty little moan escaped from her parted lips, Ellen became only dimly aware that she was getting wet.

Marlene looked at Shannon, her eyes questioning the permission to go further in light of Ellen's arousal. Shannon nodded and Marlene licked her lips. She slid down, resting her shapely ass on Ellen's calves and began the bold maneuver of working down to her buttocks. The journey from the small of Ellen's back to her hips and then to the flesh of her thighs was casual and subtle. The nylon of Ellen's pantyhose was causing Marlene to feel slick hot moisture in her sex that was breathtaking.

Marlene again looked to her mother for permission to continue, but found that Shannon wasn't paying attention anymore. Her mother had sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and was watching Marlene rub the woman's thighs with a lustful eye. Shannon was now massaging Ellen's scalp with such sensual motions that Marlene wondered if Ellen was beginning to suspect what they had in mind. Ellen only smiled a little, her reasoning biased by the alcohol she had drank earlier. Shannon pressed her legs together as she rocked back and forth on her hips. Her mother was grinding herself and teasing her sex as subtly as she could. Marlene smiled and uttered a breathless little moan, her inner desires begging to be released.

Shannon looked up and met her daughter's gaze with a dreamy smile that quietly whispered a thousand taboo expressions of sexual want. Marlene watched as her mother took one hand from Ellen's scalp and cupped her right breast. Through the fabric of the t-shirt Shannon rolled her nipple back and forth, teasing it and making it hard. Shannon shivered and moaned under her breath again as the electric sensations sizzling in her sex and sparking from her needful nipples summoned her. As she did this, she closed her eyes and began rocking back and forth a little faster. Marlene considered that her mother might very well reach her climax right there. 

Empowered by the air of pure lust in the bedroom, Marlene slid her hands up Ellen's firm thighs to the bottom of her ass. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she began pulling Ellen's skirt up more and more. She tried to remain casual, occasionally working back down to avoid the impression of being too bold. Ellen shifted her weight a little and Marlene pushed the skirt up over her ass. She was surprised when Ellen said nothing, only resting her body flat on the bed again. Marlene breathed through her mouth as she traced her fingers up the nylon stocking and finally touched her naked flesh.

"So beautiful," Shannon whispered as she massaged her own breasts.

Ellen wore a pair of black, lacy panties that did little to cover her fully rounded ass. Marlene let her fingernails drag lightly over the pale flesh of Ellen's buttocks and then down into the crevasse. Ellen surprised herself by opening her legs up. Marlene then ran her finger down into the hot domain of her sex.

"Don't you ever get tired of being neglected, Ellen?" Shannon whispered to her as Marlene teased Ellen's sex through her panties.

Ellen moaned against Shannon's thigh, "I'm so tired."

"Let us show you what it means to be appreciated," Marlene said and then began pulling on the fabric of Ellen's panties.

"I shouldn't," she breathed.

"You can," Marlene insisted as she pressed her fingers firmly against Ellen's sumptuous outer lips. Her pussy was slick and hot, already leaking her aroused fluids. Marlene smiled and ran her finger along the slit and then to her ass. 

It took only a few gentle strokes and Ellen began to shift her weight, not to end the session but to give Marlene better access. Ellen moaned a full-fledged vocalization of womanly arousal and placed her hands around Shannon. Ellen was unable to speak the words to them, so she simply acted out and gave her acquiescence to continue. Abandoning any pretenses of a simple massage Marlene pulled the stockings off Ellen's legs in two smooth motions. Shannon watched feverishly as Marlene began rubbing Ellen's pussy from behind. Ellen began kissing Shannon's thigh and working her hips against Marlene's hand. 

Shannon gripped Ellen's shoulder with one hand while the other hand was under her shirt furiously pulling on her nipples. Ellen then started kissing her way up Shannon's thigh, slowly approaching her crotch. Marlene's pussy quivered as she watched the amazing scene playing out before her. Ellen was French kissing Shannon's thighs passionately now, licking and suckling to hint at what she wanted to do further up. Shannon's grinding motions against the mattress were beginning to pay off as an orgasm began to build up inside her.

"Oh Ellen yes," Shannon whispered and then cried out suddenly. Ellen saw Shannon throw her head back and orgasm hard. The woman's body shook against Ellen as she was wracked by the climax. Ellen felt such a primal rush of sexuality that her own pussy suddenly began to tingle from deep inside. She had never been so turned on by watching someone else get off, but as Shannon rode the crest of her orgasmic wave Ellen gripped the nanny she had hired to baby-sit her daughter and felt her own orgasm tear through her. 

As Ellen squirmed and breathlessly cried into Shannon's lap, Marlene continued her stimulation. Shannon reached up and pulled her shirt off completely, revealing her large globular breasts to them. Marlene smiled in anticipation as she watched her mother guide Ellen's face to her gigantic right breast. The nipple was hard and long from all the teasing, the areolas brown and small. As Ellen moved to suckle on the impressive breast, Marlene leaned forward and sucked her mother's other nipple into her mouth.

Shannon gasped with the surprise and pleasure of Marlene and Ellen's hot mouths on her sensitive breasts. She leaned back against the headboard as the two women passionately kissed and suckled on her nipples. Shannon felt the zipper of her jean shorts come loose as Ellen pulled the fly down. Marlene was nibbling on her sensitive nub now, gently biting and teasing her. Shannon could hardly breathe as they teased and pleasured her. 

"This is what you've wanted, isn't it Ellen?" Shannon ran her fingers through her boss's hair.

"Yes," Ellen whispered.

"Oh God not again," Shannon gritted her teeth as Marlene slipped her fingers into her panties and began pinching her mother's clit. It took no more than a few pulls and rubs on her love button before she felt a second orgasm rising inside her. She felt a hot gush between her legs as her pussy convulsed and ejected a powerful spurt of her inner nectar. It soaked her panties and shorts along with Marlene's hand as she cried out. Shannon watched as Ellen pulled her shorts and panties off and then lowered her face down between her legs. She wasn't at all prepared for the sensation of Ellen's tongue on her outer lips as Marlene slipped her tongue into her mouth. 

"I love you," Marlene whispered to her mother and massaged her tits.

"I love you," Shannon licked her daughter's lips as Ellen attacked her clit.

Shannon jerked back a little as her pussy quivered and desperately tried to recover from her last orgasm. The bed spread underneath her was soaked as she and her daughter passionately kissed. Marlene pulled her top off and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free and graze against Shannon's skin like silky melons.

"Take care of her," Shannon kissed her and looked down at Ellen, "This is about her..."

"Ellen," Marlene looked down past the twin sets of large breasts pressed between her and her mother.

"Yes?" Ellen asked, pausing from her cunnilingus.

"Lay back, lover," she whispered.

Ellen did as she was told. Marlene and Shannon then positioned themselves on either side of her and began massaging her tits through the fabric of her blouse. Ellen reached out and began rubbing their crotches as her nipples turned hard and her pussy soaked through her panties. Shannon began unbuttoning Ellen's blouse as Marlene pulled at the sides of her black panties. The wet garment slipped off and Marlene tossed it away. Lowering her face down to Ellen's pussy, she deeply inhaled her scent. The musk was intoxicating and irresistible.




Red Orchids Ch. 04



Ellen gasped and ran her hand through Marlene's hair, lost in the feeling and need. She bit her bottom lip as Shannon finished with the last button and spread her blouse open. Ellen's impressive breasts were barely contained by the matching black bra, so Shannon unclasped the hook between the cups and then exposed her tits. Ellen looked at Shannon with a hot flash of need and pulled the woman to her, kissing her passionately. 

As her mother and Ellen kissed, Marlene dragged her tongue down Ellen's chest, between her breasts and over the dividing line of her stomach, past her navel where she planted hot, wet kisses. Ellen moaned again, loving the feeling of Marlene's lips and tongue on her body. Marlene then licked her way down to Ellen's outer lips, which were full and wet, casting off a sweet musk. She licked her pussy slowly, being sure to let the tip of her tongue penetrate just enough to feel the slick interior.

Marlene fingered herself as her tongue dove into Ellen, exploring her and pleasuring her. Ellen's hips bucked a little as she began riding Marlene's tongue. Ellen was fondling Shannon's heavy tits as they kissed. Their tongues slid wetly together as they gave into the animal passion. Marlene worked her tongue around the delicate petals of Ellen's sex, her tongue a precision instrument in the art of oral sex. Ellen's thighs shook and trembled as Marlene spread her wide and began drinking of her.

Marlene's hands cupped Ellen's breasts and kneaded them as she traced the hood of her clitoris and began to coax it out from hiding. Soon, the hard button was revealed and Marlene attacked it. Ellen's juices ran down her chin and neck as she savaged the powerful little mound of flesh. Ellen cried out into Shannon's mouth, their tongues dancing together as Marlene ravaged her sex. 

"Oh God!" Ellen screamed and then felt a bloom of fiery heat in her crotch. It was powerful and brutally wonderful as her orgasm ripped through her body. Ellen's vision went cloudy as her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.

***

The door was unlocked and open.

That should have been his first clue. It was the first indication not to enter the house, but nonetheless he put his hand the doorknob and opened the door wide. Candles were lit and glowing in the living room as he slowly walked inside. The television was on, bringing the latest episode of "Desperate Housewives" in yet another of America's living rooms. He watched for a moment, admiring the sexy figure of Eva Longoria just long enough to get even hornier than he already was. Mark could smell the exotic dinner Emily had prepared for them. 

"Emily?" Mark called out as the door shut behind him, "Em? Where are you baby?"

He smiled to himself and felt giddy. He had gotten more pussy in the last two months than ever before. Emily was a hot piece of tail that wouldn't quit and Marlene was a tigress in bed. If Alicia hadn't been killed, he might have been able to talk all three of them into a foursome. Hell, with Shannon now a slave to his cock he figured an orgy might be in order. It was shame Alicia had been killed. Four women at once would have been amazing.

"Emily?" he called again.

The house was silent save for the television set. He walked through the kitchen and stole a small bite from his dinner plate. It was all still hot, and that meant she was playing a game with him. Mark grinned and ate another bite of the deliciously seasoned fish. He licked his fingers clean and set off to the bedroom.

Emily was on her stomach, pretending to sleep. Her naked body was glowing in the candlelight. Her ass was round and perfect, the dividing muscles of her backside clearly defined in the brilliant glow. He said, "Playing possum?"

She said nothing.

Mark took removed his jacket and pulled his shirt off. He put a hand to her as cheeks and felt her silky flesh. As he felt the curvature of her ass, he noticed that her skin was cool. Actually, it was even more than that. She felt cold.

"Aren't you chilly, baby?" he asked and reached out to her. It was still seventy degrees outside plus humidity. Mark could feel a trickle of sweat rolling down his spine to the crack of his ass.

His fingers touched her dark hair and that's when he felt something wet. As he pulled his fingers back out of the tangles of her hair, he saw a dark red substance coating the tips. Mark brought his fingers to under his nose and inhaled. The metallic odor was unmistakably that of blood. His heart began thundering in his chest. Mark immediately began wiping his fingers off on the bedspread.

"Oh fuck," he breathed, "Fuck."

His wiping motions were so violent that her head lolled to one side and then rolled. Mark screamed as Emily's severed head bumped against his hip. Her beautiful dark eyes looked up at him blankly. The empty intelligence there froze his soul to the core. Her lips parted open slightly as a small gush of blood oozed out from her raw stump of a neck. A snail trail of blood from the corner of her mouth to her chin had dried on her olive skin.

"No," he shook his head and jumped up. The severed head rolled a little more and then stopped, lying on the side and looking into the great expanse of eternity.

And then he saw something clutched in her left hand. He turned his head to get a better look. Had the severed head not obscured his view, he would have seen what she holding sooner. In her death grip, Emily held a red orchid. The green stem was slick with Emily's blood. The rosy petals of the flower had been crushed a little under the weight of the severed head but were still recognizable. Dark droplets of blood covered the intricate folds of the orchid.

"A red orchid," he shuddered and staggered back. His hands slapped against the wall, leaving a bloody mark.

"Oh fuck," Mark Gordian cried, "Oh fuck!"

***

... to be continued... 



Red Orchids Ch. 05



"Tangled Webs"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note: 

"As with the previous two chapters, these final two installments are actually one chapter split in half for the sake of an easier read. Thanks again for all your support."

* * * 

It was shortly after two in the morning when the doorbell to Henry's apartment began ringing repeatedly. Henry bolted upright in the dark of his bedroom and almost fell out of bed as his legs flipped to the side of the mattress. The sheet caught around his ankles and he thought he might fall to the floor and break a hip. At age fifty, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. He grasped the bed and steadied himself as his heart pounded in his chest.

"What the hell?" he rubbed his eyes and looked at the ungodly hour burning brightly in the LED display of his alarm clock. He staggered out of the bedroom and through his living room, catching his leg on the corner of the couch. Henry cursed and hobbled on until he reached the front door. Through the peephole he saw the funhouse mirror image of Mark Gordian looking back at him. Henry sighed and braced his head against the door.

"Oh God," he groaned and shook his head, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Henry!" Mark called through the door, "Henry it's me! Open up!"

Henry debated whether or not let him in. This was, after all, the man who had been essentially blackmailing him for years now over his voyeurism of Ellen Gordian. Mark had spelled out the conditions of his silence first half hour after the incident involving his "self-gratification" at Ellen's expense. Mark had used Henry to carry on with his affairs and all the time, even as he cheated on Ellen and disgraced her. And while all this happening, he still acted as though he were offended by Henry's act. It was as though Henry's indiscretion was more hideous and unforgivable than a husband cheating on his wife.

"Henry please!" Mark called and knocked on the door.

"Shit," he grunted and opened the door.

"Henry!" Mark pushed his way in and closed the door tight, locking it behind him. Henry was surprised to Mark looking not only very pale, his usually dark Hispanic features turned a ghostly white but also to see that his eyes were pried open as wide as dinner plates. He looked around the room, as though trying to see if Henry were alone. Marks clothes were rumpled and disheveled as he paced the living room.

"Mark," Henry rubbed his eyes, "It is two in the morning."

"I'm in trouble," Mark said flatly.

"I knew that already," Henry commented dryly and thought of his confession to Ellen. That was his ace in the hole. Mark had been threatening to tell Ellen about the incident, and that was what had kept Henry in line for so long. But now that Ellen knew, and that she wasn't mad about it, Henry had some room to maneuver. He asked, "What is going on? You look like shit."

"You remember that waitress from the Starlight Café?" Mark looked at him wildly, "You remember how I told you about the chef from Alessandro's?"

"Yeah," Henry frowned and felt a draft across his feet. He hugged his bare chest and sat down on the couch, his gray sweats warm and comfortable.

"The waitress I was fucking is the one who died a little while back," Mark told him, "She was killed right after we talked that morning."

"You mean the morning you threatened me and then proceeded to fuck your prize student for an hour in your office?" Henry clarified.

"Henry," Mark sat down, his voice breaking, "The chef, Emma... Oh my God, Henry."

"What?"

"She's dead," Mark whispered, "Someone cut her fucking head off."

Henry felt his blood go cold, "What?"

"They're both dead," Mark exclaimed, "And both are connected to me! What am I going to do!?"

Henry looked at Mark, "Call the police."

"I can't call the fucking police," Mark shouted, "They'll suspect me."

"Did you do it?"

"You mother fucker how can you even say that?"

"Hey," Henry shot back, "Two women you've been sleeping with have been killed. One way or another they're going to connect you to them. You think not going to the police is going to help? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I didn't do it, Henry," Mark raised his hands peacefully, "I'm sorry I yelled, okay? I'm sorry."

"Mark," Henry shook his head and ran his fingers through his white hair, "Call the police."

"I can't do that, you don't understand."

"Is there more to this?"

Mark knew if he revealed he had slept with not one but two murder victims just days prior to their death, he would be exposed. And if they checked his phone records from the office against Alicia and Emma, it would look even worse. And then if the cops dug any further and found the numbers he had called to price a hitman for Ellen, he would be in even deeper. It was all falling apart around him, his whole life completely screwed thanks to some asshole that wanted to ruin him.

"What if the killer goes after me next?"

Henry replied, "What if the killer goes after your student fuck buddy? Or Ellen and Maddie?"

Mark felt his stomach sink. If Ellen died, it would be no great loss. But Maddie, his little baby girl in harms way because of him? And what about Shannon? And Marlene? Mark wanted to crawl under a rock and die, "I have really fucked up."

"Who is the student you've been porking?"

"Marlene Henson," Mark sighed, his chin in his hand, "She needed a good grade in my class for a scholarship."

"And you decided to help her out," Henry said.

"You know, Ellen could always find out what you did if you want to get smart," Mark warned.

"Call her," Henry picked up the phone from the end table and pressed the call button, "Give her a buzz and tell her."

Mark looked doubtful, uncertain as to what he should do.

"I told her," Henry took a deep breath, "I told her everything this morning, including what I did. So fuck you, Mark. I'm done playing this goddam game."

"What?" he hissed, "You fucking told her? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I realized it was time to face the music," Henry said, feeling his confidence and dignity return, "That's what happened. I couldn't live with you as a warden anymore."

"You've ruined me," Mark marveled in complete disgust, "I come to you for help and you totally fuck me."

"You fucked yourself," Henry stood up and slammed the phone on the table, "You had gold in your hand, you stupid asshole. Ellen is the perfect wife and Maddie is the perfect daughter and it wasn't enough for you. You want me to feel sorry for you? You want me to help you out of this jam? Fuck you."

"You don't want this to get ugly Henry," Mark met his eyes with a glare that smoldered with more than just hate, "You want to play rough? Fine Henry. We'll play rough."

Henry got the distinct impression Mark was about to hit him. He stepped back and said, "So what then? You kill me? You beat me up? What Mark?"

Mark stared at him, trying to reassert his dominance.

"For a man who is worried about being pinned for murders he didn't commit, you seem awfully to quick to resort to violence," Henry said.

Mark took a deep breath, "I am not going to take the fall for this."

He thought of the red orchids that the police had found with Alicia and the one he had found with Emma's decapitated body. Marlene always left a red orchid for him whenever she wanted to meet him. Mark almost staggered back as he realized the truth. He cursed himself for not having seen it sooner. The suspicion was all at once upon him and his laughed to himself. It was Marlene. That bitch was a lunatic out for blood, and Mark had practically given her permission to set him up for a fall. 

It had to be her.

"Marlene," Mark whispered, "It has to be Marlene."

"What are you talking about?"

"The red orchids..."

"Red orchids?"

"She killed them," Mark said more to himself than anyone.

"Mark," Henry said, "Marlene was with you that morning. How could she have killed Alicia?"

Mark frowned, "She had a partner?"

"Even if she did, how did the partner find out who you were with?"

Mark felt like screaming. Henry had a point. There was no way anyone could have known Alicia was phone fucking him that quickly and then gotten over to her apartment. The police said she died minutes after Mark had hung up the phone. He rubbed his temples. Mark felt like crying.

"How did they find out about Emma?" Henry asked.

"No one could have known," Mark said quietly, his voice defeated, "I didn't tell anybody her name."

"Look," Henry said diplomatically, "Let's go take you home and we'll talk to Ellen about all this. Just come clean, Mark. Maybe we can figure this out."

Mark though for a moment. Even if Ellen did forgive him for what he had done, and even if he was cleared as a suspect the fact of the matter was that he would still be with Ellen and he wouldn't get any of the inheritance he so desperately wanted. He would be back to square one. Mark felt his world slipping away from him as his well-laid plans became a chaotic wreck of crushed hopes and dreams. He looked at his hands and then had a thought.

The idea formed in his mind, deeply dark and malicious as his desperation gave birth to a brilliantly bold plan. Indeed, no one could have known about Alicia or Emma in the time it took to commit the murders. In light of that, he would be a prime suspect. The police would theorize he had a partner as well and come after him. Someone was trying to frame him, of that he was certain. So Mark began to consider passing the buck on before it was his turn to pay.

What if Ellen had known? What if Ellen had found out about his infidelity? What if she had gone crazy with jealousy and picked off the unsuspecting mistresses one by one until she finally came to Mark himself. It was possible she could have known about the orchids if she had been listening in on his conversations. It was plausible she followed him to Alicia's house or even to Emma's, thus she would know where they lived. It was entirely possible that Ellen Gordian was a killer. And even if she wasn't, if Mark could set her up to take the fall then he would not only have his money, but he would be rid of Ellen and free from any suspicion.

Desperate times certainly called for desperate measures.

And for Mark Gordian, these were desperate times.

"Henry," Mark swallowed, feeling his heart race with an unnatural adrenaline, "You're right. Let's go find Ellen and tell her everything."

Henry looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yes," Mark looked at his shoes, his face soaked with guilt, "I see now. I get what you're saying. Will you go with me?"

Henry wasn't sure for a moment, but then said, "All right. I'll go."

Mark smiled appreciatively as Henry got dressed in the bathroom. As soon as the shower turned on and Henry was in, Mark slipped down his hallway and to Henry's bedroom. The closet door opened easily and Mark searched frantically through the top shelf of the closet. He went as quickly as he could without leaving a mess searching for the key to his impromptu miracle. It was only five minutes later, after having searched the closet and dresser drawers that he felt under Henry's bed and found the cool steel of the sig-9mm handgun.

Mark grabbed one of Henry's socks from the dresser, a black dress sock made of a thin fine material, and picked the gun up. Using the sock as a glove, he checked the magazine of the gun. The weapon was fully loaded. He smiled to himself and knew there was no turning back now. He gently placed the gun in his coat pocket, being careful not to leave any of his prints on the weapon. He stuffed the sock into the pocket with the gun and then hurried back to the living room.

"Hurry up, old man," Mark paced the living room, circling the couch, "Time's short."

***

Ellen Gordian woke up from her sleep both feeling sore and sick. The tequila shots had battered her stomach hard, but nothing compared to the pain in her vagina and in her ass. She felt as if though she had been fucking it rough with a well-hung guy for hours. She looked around and discovered that not only was she naked, but also that the large, ten-inch long flesh colored dildo from the back of her bathroom closet was lying next to her. The rubber penis looked at her with its artificial eye, seeming to wink at her knowingly. She made to reach for it, both confused and ready to vomit and then was surprised again when she discovered her hands and feet were tied to the bedposts.

"What is this?" she croaked.

Then she felt a shock of terror as she realized Maddie was nowhere to be seen. Her baby girl wasn't with her, and that meant whoever had tied her up was free to roam with Maddie. Ellen struggled against the leather bonds imprisoning her, teeth gritted and head pounding from the beginnings of a wicked hangover.

"Shannon!" she called out. The last memory she had was of coming home to find Shannon in the living room... and someone else, a girl with her. Ellen cried, "Shannon help!"

"Mrs. Gordian?" Shannon replied from the doorway. Ellen craned her head around to see the nanny in the entrance to the bathroom. Shannon was also naked, stripped bare and tied up. Ropes bound her to the door, wrapping around its width. Her heavy milky breasts were circled and tied with the ropes, as though someone had thought to be sadistically decorative. The bathroom light was on and illuminated her bondage. 

"What happened?" Ellen asked, "Where's Maddie?"

"Oh Ellen it's terrible," Shannon wept, her red hair hanging in her face as her chest heaved, "Marlene has gone crazy."

"Marlene?" Ellen frowned.

"My daughter," Shannon cried, "She's going to kill us."

Ellen pulled on the leather bonds, "Why? What the fuck did we do?"

"I don't know," she shook her head, "Oh Ellen, what are we going to do?"

"We gotta figure out how to get free," she said, "That's the first thing." 

Ellen looked down and then added, "Why are we naked?"

Shannon looked embarrassed, "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You and I, we uh," Shannon hesitated, "We, well, were intimate tonight."

Ellen's mouth dropped open, "What?"

"Marlene started giving you a back rub and then one thing lead to another..."

"Not both you and Marlene?"

Shannon nodded.

"Oh my God," Ellen moaned, "Did we?"

"Yes," Shannon said timidly, "But it was wonderful Ellen, it really was."

Ellen wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and kick and beat the hell out of everyone and everything. It was all coming back to her now as memories and faded images of going down on Shannon came to her. She could remember Marlene licking and suckling her sex. She could even remember Shannon using the dildo on her now. Ellen rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I was that drunk?"

"I didn't mean to take advantage," Shannon apologized, "I am so sorry."

"We'll worry about it later," Ellen cut her off, "Does your daughter have my baby?"

"I don't know," Shannon said, "I haven't seen her since she tied me up."

"Shit," Ellen hissed and then asked, "Where the fuck is Mark?"

"I told you, remember? He went out to see a friend."

"A friend," Ellen remembered, "He went to see another woman."

Shannon nodded.

Ellen leaned back against her pillow, letting her head rest gently. Her nipples were hard and poking out from her full breasts. Her skin was cold and she felt completely exposed. Even worse, she knew that while she was here on the verge of some horrific death from a woman she didn't even know, her husband was out there fucking around on her. She found that she very much hated Mark for what he had done.

"I hate him," Ellen said as her eyes stung with tears.

"I'm so sorry," Shannon nodded as she struggled against her ropes.

***

Mark and Henry arrived at the house shortly after Ellen had woken up and found herself tied up. The two men stepped out into the humid evening air, Henry dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and boots. Mark was still in his dress shirt and slacks, his overcoat oddly out of place in the still humid summer morning. But he didn't dare removed it. The gun was resting comfortably in the pocket, waiting for the opportune moment.

"Something's wrong here," Henry shook his head.

"Let's go in," Mark said. The door was again unlocked, and Mark figured that Ellen hadn't gotten home yet. He wondered if Shannon would be asleep in the bed, still naked and sexy and ready for him? He imagined there would be time for a quickie if Ellen was still out. Henry wouldn't mind waiting downstairs. Henry didn't have to know. But when he entered the living room and found Marlene Henson sitting on his couch, dressed in tan cargo pants and a tight green fitting tank top, her legs crossed and one of her sneakered feet bouncing lightly to an unheard song, Mark had to agree with Henry that something was definitely wrong.

"Marlene," Mark said, his astonishment unchecked and pure.

"Mark," she smiled, her full red lips cocked in a wicked half grin. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, a strictly utilitarian hairstyle. Her greens eyes seemed to drill right into Mark's head, their emerald radiance undeniable and full of purpose. She said, "Welcome home."

"What are you doing here?" he asked and looked up the stairwell, "Ellen could be home any moment."

"Henry," she ignored Mark, "So nice to finally meet you."

"You have me at a disadvantage," Henry said tentatively.

"Marlene Henson," she smiled again and stood up, her perfectly curved figure wickedly alluring in her form fitting faded green top. Her huge breasts seemed to be ready to explode out from the fabric as she walked, their braless bouncing and jiggling hypnotic even to Henry. Her nipples were hardened into points, creating stress lines across the tight fabric.

"You can't be here," Mark went over to her, "Something terrible has happened."

"I know Mark," she said and patted his shoulder.

The room seemed eerily quiet as Mark watched her walk into the kitchen. He thought of the red orchids again and then of the gun in his pocket. He smiled and followed her as Henry stayed put in the living room. Mark's mouth felt dry as his bowels became hot and loose. He noticed the empty whiskey bottle, the one he had thrown into the bushes on the kitchen counter. Beside it was the chalice, the one he and Ellen had shared at their wedding and the very same one he and Shannon had used to capture his semen earlier that night.

"What is going on here?" he asked.

Marlene positioned a single red orchid beside the whiskey bottle.

Mark placed his hand over the pocket of his coat as he began to sweat.

"You killed Alicia," Mark whispered, "You did it somehow."

Marlene laughed, "I most certainly did not."

"But the red orchids were found with Alicia and with Emma..."

"Emma?" Marlene frowned, "Oh, your friend from Alessandro's."

"How did you know?"

Henry listened and felt his face go numb. 

Marlene looked to Henry and asked, "Henry?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever get tired of this guy?" she jutted her thumb at Mark.

"I'm sorry?"

Marlene walked over to Henry and stood not more than a few inches away from him, her pale skin glowing in the lamplight. He was acutely aware of her large breasts nearly pressing against him and he fought to stave off the erection forming in his jeans. Marlene obviously knew how to turn men on with just a look, because the simple cock of her eyebrow and the tilt of her lips made Henry feel hornier than he ever had in his life.

"Henry," she whispered and put a hand on his chest, "You've been around for awhile. Hasn't it been difficult knowing the woman you love is so whole-heartedly committed to a prick like Mark?"

"Just a goddam minute," Mark interrupted and that's when Marlene reached behind her and pulled a gun out from behind her back. She leveled it at Mark's head faster than he could follow. She had once been an object of desire for him, a purely sexual distraction that he could think of no other context for. From the moment she had shown up at his office door to the last time they fucked, she had been a living aphrodisiac. But now that Marlene was holding a small silver plated pistol in his face she was suddenly much more of real person to him




Red Orchids Ch. 05



"Mark, shut the fuck up. Okay?"

He began reaching into his pocket.

Marlene cocked the gun.

"Take it out, by the barrel," the girl said.

She had known he had a gun.

Mark bit his lip and did as he was told. He didn't dare look at Henry as he pulled the gun out. Henry's face went from shock to recognition as he realized the gun in Mark's pocket was his own. He pointed at the 9mm and said, "That's mine."

"Drop it on the floor," Marlene ordered.

The gun fell to the carpet with a heavy clunk.

"At least you're smart enough to keep the safety on, Mark," Marlene commented and kicked the gun away into the kitchen. The metal scraped over the linoleum floor as the gun skidded and then hit the base of the sliding glass doorframe. She looked to Mark, her body still turned to Henry and said, "Sit down, please."

Mark did as he was told.

"As I was saying," she turned back to Henry, "You're a nice man Henry. And I do like you. I've been watching you for a while now, about as long as I've been watching Mark. I've discovered a lot of different things about you both, but there is one thing in particular I find especially interesting. It's the difference between you two. You know what that the difference between you and him is, Henry?"

Henry nodded his head.

Marlene placed her free hand on his crotch and felt the hard length of Henry's cock, rubbing back and forth. Henry shivered as she squeezed and rolled her palm over his stony thickness. She kissed and licked at his skin, planting hot French kisses along his stubbled neck and jaw line. All the while, her gun remained trained on Mark, as though she had another set of eyes. Mark considered trying to grab the gun, but thought better of it. He was still too shocked to do anything but stare.

Marlene then looked to Henry, who was blushing, and asked "Was that nice?"

Henry nodded, clearing his throat, "Yes, very."

"Feels like you have a big, thick cock there Henry," Marlene said seductively, "And I know you're very well built for an older man. The just don't make 'em like they used too anymore."

"Thank you," Henry managed. He had never heard anyone talk to him like this except when he paid for it over the phone. Even then, that was nothing like this woman uttering words he never imagined anyone saying to him. Certainly, in all his fantasies no one was ever holding a gun.

"What would you do if I said I wanted to fuck you, Henry?"

Henry swallowed hard, uncertain of what to say.

"What would you do if I said I wanted to suck on your cock until you came for me?"

"I uh..."

"Because I would Henry," Marlene smiled secretively at him, "You're such a nice man. Nice men deserve nice things."

"I'm," Henry began, searching for the words in his lust clouded mind, "I'm so very flattered, Marlene..."

"But?" she asked expectantly.

"But I can't."

"Why not, Henry?" she asked, her finger still resting on the trigger of the gun.

"Because I-" Henry hesitated.

"Because?"

"Because I'm in love with someone else."

Marlene raised her eyebrows and smiled. She said, "That's the difference between you and Mark, Henry."

She gave his cock another squeeze and then backed away from him, looking to Mark, "The ability to say 'no' to temptation."

"What's your point?" Mark asked, his anger becoming more and more powerful by the second, "What the fuck is all this?"

"It's all about you, Mark," she smiled and motioned for Henry to go sit in the recliner, "It's all about you and the big picture."

Mark glared.

"Henry's in love with a woman he can't have," she explained, "He's been in love with Ellen probably since the first time he saw her. He's not married to her and he's not willing to intrude on the vows you share with her. He's so committed to her that even though he can never have her, he won't betray his love for her. Can you say you have the same integrity?"

Mark shook his head hatefully.

Henry sat down, feeling almost high, "I don't understand. Why Mark?"

"You will, Henry," Marlene assured him, "You will very soon."

***

"Ellen," Shannon asked, "Have you considered leaving Mark?"

Ellen looked at the ceiling, straining to hear the voices downstairs. Someone had come home a few minutes ago and bumped into Marlene. There were no sounds of a struggle or gunshots and that relieved her. Ellen didn't want anyone to get hurt, even Mark. She thought about Shannon's question and said, "Yes I have."

"Why haven't you? He cheats on you a lot."

"Does he?" Ellen asked, and then said, "I guess I haven't had the guts."

Shannon nodded and then after a moment asked, "Have you ever cheated on him?"

"Not until tonight," Ellen replied dismally, "Don't get me wrong Shannon, you're nice and all, but this was wrong. I feel terrible."

"Why?"

"Because I broke my vows," Ellen sighed, "Because even though I've known Mark I don't love each other anymore, I took a lot of comfort in the fact that I was honoring the vows I made."

"Do you love him at all?"

Ellen thought for a moment, "No. I guess I don't anymore."

"Were you ever tempted?"

Ellen thought of Henry and blushed, "Yes I have."

"By who?"

Ellen smiled sadly, "A friend of the family."

"He tried to seduce you?"

"No," Ellen shook her head, "No, he's not like that."

Shannon asked, "You still want him?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever think of seducing him?"

Ellen paused and then said, "I teased him one night. I shouldn't have. I guess I'd had a little too much to drink and I just felt... I don't know... adventurous."

"What did you do?"

Ellen sighed. "I went skinny dipping in front of him. He thought I didn't know he was there, but I did."

"What stopped you from pursuing him?"

She took a deep breath, "I think I knew in my heart than if I ever did what Mark has been doing, I'd be no better than he was. And my friend deserves better than that."

"Yes," Shannon agreed, "Henry does."

Ellen was about to elaborate when something caught her attention. She looked to Shannon and asked, "How do you know Henry?"

"I don't know him personally," Shannon looked away, "But I've come to feel I do."

"Shannon?"

"Yes?"

"Did Mark ever come on to you?"

The nanny was silent for a moment, and then said, "Yes he did."

Ellen pursed her lips, "Did you two sleep together?"

"Yes we did, Ellen."

Ellen's heart sank. She asked, "What is really going on here?"

Shannon said, "It's a family affair, Ellen."

Shannon then released her hands from the top of the bathroom door and the ropes began to fall and uncoil. The length looped around her breasts loosened and fell away as she stepped away from the door. She stepped out of the coils and massaged her aching breasts. She walked over to Ellen and looked at the awestruck woman. Shannon sat beside her on the bed and smiled, running a finger across her cheek.

"I don't understand," Ellen whispered.

"Let's go down stairs, Ellen," Shannon said.

"Why pretend to be tied up?" she asked, "Why tie me up?"

"Downstairs," Shannon said.

***

When Ellen and Shannon came down the flight of stairs and walked into the living room, all was silent. Henry turned and was relieved to see Ellen was all right. She was in her nightgown, a white simple satin one piece that made her look gorgeous. Henry noticed the red marks around her wrists and looked to her with eyes that wanted to cry. She nodded her head that she was okay. Henry sat back in his chair as Shannon sat Ellen down beside Mark on the couch.

"Shannon?" Mark asked, his eyes wide, "What is this?"

"My name isn't Shannon," she smiled politely at Mark.

"Then who are you?"

"I'll bet Henry can figure it out faster than you can, Mark," Marlene grinned.

Everyone looked to Henry, who only shrugged. He thought for a moment and then asked Shannon, "And what is your full name, or uh actually your alias?"

"Shannon Merele," the nanny replied and crossed her arms, dressed now in one of Ellen's business outfits and looking wickedly professional. She had even slipped on Ellen's pantyhose and high heels.

"Shannon Merele," Henry repeated and then said, "Marlene Henson..."

"They're the same name," Ellen spoke up as her eyes filled with recognition, "Shannon Merele is an anagram for Marlene Henson."

"Very good," Marlene laughed and looked to Mark, "See, she's not nearly as stupid as you made her out to be."

Mark only looked at his hands.

"Well," Shannon smiled like a housewife hosting a Tupperware party, "You all must be wondering what the hell is going on here. As you already know, Marlene is my daughter. As you must also know, Marlene is not even her real name. But, suffice it to say that we are both very much impressed with how you've all performed here."

"Performed?" Mark asked and then shouted, "What the fuck is going on here?"

Marlene quietly joined her mother in front of the entertainment center and handed her Henry's gun. Shannon looked at the impressive weapon and nodded her approval. She looked at the two men and asked, "Who does this belong to?"

"Me," Henry said.

"You planning on shooting someone?"

"No," Marlene stepped in, "Mark stole it from Henry."

"Mark?" Shannon laughed, "You stole Henry's gun? Perfect."

"You fucking bitch," Mark hissed, "What the fuck is this shit?"

Shannon walked over to him and slapped him hard in the face. Mark's head snapped to one side and then he was up on his feet. His hand raised into the air to strike and that's when the gunshot rang out. Shredded fabric and blood sprayed from Mark's shoulder as Shannon winged him. He screamed and fell back on the couch, holding his wounded shoulder.

"Shut up, professor," Marlene glared at him.

Mark was crying, the mighty lover of women and the architect of his wife's murder reduced to sobbing from the pain. Shannon found it ironic in much the same way Henry did, only she expressed it verbally. She said, "Funny how quickly things turn bad, eh Mark?"

"You killed Alicia!" Mark cried, "You killed Emma!"

"Don't be so wounded," Shannon looked down on him, "I'll bet you only thought of your own ass when she turned up dead."

Mark said nothing.

"Tell me," Shannon asked, "Did you even call the police?"

Mark looked away as Ellen watched him from the corner of her eye.

"How did you do it?" Henry asked.

"The day Mark threatened you in your office," Marlene said, "The day he revealed who he was sleeping with. He listed off his mistresses and as you know, sound carries through those vents very easily. I was in his office waiting for him and I heard everything. And then, while Mark and I were fucking on his desk, and while he was phone fucking Alicia at the same time, I had left my cell phone on."

"What?" Mark whispered. He remembered Marlene reaching into her purse to turn the phone off. She had said she wanted no distractions...

"I was listening through Marlene's cell phone," Shannon explained, "It only took me a few minutes to find out where Alicia lived. I mean, you pretty much gave me the directions, Mark."

"But you had Maddie that day," Ellen said, her voice weak.

"Not to worry," Shannon reassured her, "The girl was in the car when I killed Alicia. She saw nothing."

"Oh Jesus," Ellen closed her eyes.

"And Emma?" Henry asked again, "What about her?"

"After Mark finished fucking me tonight," Shannon put her hands behind her back, as though she were reciting a poem or speech to a large crowd, "He went to have dessert with Emma, a chef that used to work at Alessandro's."

"Oh God Mark," Ellen shook her head.

"But how did you know about Emma?" Mark stuttered and winced as he shoulder screamed in pain, "I never told anyone."

"You didn't have to," Marlene said, "I had been following you around when mom was busy here. I've been watching you for awhile, Mark. As soon as Mom called me to say you were going over to see her, I paid her visit."

"You killed Emma?" Mark breathed, "How could you do that? Why?"

"Why not, Mark?" Shannon shrugged, "Life seems to not be a very precious commodity to you."

"You killed her!" Mark screamed.

"No," Marlene corrected, "You killed them."

"What?" Mark looked up at them, his face sweaty and pale.

"The police already have phone records tying you to Alicia Keel on the morning of the murder," Shannon said and stood beside her daughter, "But what they will find in Emma's apartment is not only your fingerprints but also the hacksaw from your tool shed and a healthy amount of your semen on her body."

"My semen?" he managed and then remembered the chalice. Shannon had made him cum into the cup and they had drunk it together. But had they consumed all of it? Looking back, Mark thought not. "How?"

"While you were blubbering to Henry at his place, I was here with mom," Marlene rolled her eyes, "I took what was left of your spunk and then drove back to Emma's. Since you neglected to call the police, I was able to dabble your juice around her legs and even put some in her mouth."

Mark felt ill at the thought of Marlene pouring semen into a severed head's open mouth.

"I'm sorry," Henry interrupted, "How did you know he didn't call the police?"

"We're talking about Mark Gordian here," Marlene said, "He rightfully feared the police would suspect him. If that happened, he would be exposed."

"Why?" Ellen looked up at the two women, "Why kill them?"

"This may come as a shock to you, Ellen," Shannon leaned forward and said, "But my daughter and I are serial killers. We murder people."

Henry looked at Shannon and eyed the gun in her slender hand. There was no way he could get to it, and even if he did he doubted very much Marlene would give him the time to use it.

"But you know what?" Marlene laughed, "The fact remains Mark here brought a gun home with him."

"Yes," Shannon raised her eyebrows, "There is that."

"I was scared," Mark said.

"Oh, poor baby," Marlene mocked him as she pouted out her bottom lip.

"So what were you thinking, Mark?" Shannon asked, "Where you going to kill Henry or kill Ellen? Or both?"

Mark remained quiet.

Shannon sighed and shook her head, "You know why we picked you, Mark?"

Silence.

"Because you were the perfect candidate," she said, "Greedy, amoral, self-centered and too wrapped up in getting your lips over your dick to see past the end of your own nose."

"Your husband is a bad man," Marlene told Ellen, who for her part only sat there on the couch and listened. There wasn't much else she could do.

"He's been cheating on you a lot," Shannon explained, "With me, Marlene, Alicia, Emma and God knows how many others. We picked him because he was an easy target. Marlene here needed someone easy for her first time out, and it took us months to nail Mark. But what a catch."

"First time out?" Henry asked.

"Mark is my first job," she winked at the elder professor.

"You're going to kill him?" Henry looked to Marlene helplessly.

"I'm afraid so Henry," she said sadly.

"But you can't," Henry said, "Please, don't. There's been enough blood spilled."

"Henry," Shannon kneeled before the older professor and took his hand in her own, "Why do you think he stole your gun?"

Henry had his ideas about it, but said nothing. He only looked away.

"Before you rush to his defense in the name of saving a life, might I suggest a theory?" Shannon squeezed his hand, "I think Mark planned to come home and frame his wife for the murders of Alicia and Emma. He knew the police would suspect him, and if they investigated him he would be exposed for the fraud he really is. And he might even have named Marlene as a suspect, but when the police found that Marlene Henson did not exist he would look even more guilty. Since he obviously didn't want to be with Ellen anymore, and since we all know Ellen here is sitting atop a fat family fortune, well if she had gone crazy with jealousy and killed his mistresses, he would be free."

Henry felt sick. Her theory did fit the facts nicely. Ellen fought off angry tears as her eyes burned. Mark gritted his teeth as Shannon explained his thinking almost verbatim. She was good. Or maybe they just thought a like.

"And you Henry would be the last victim in her murderous spree," Marlene finished, "Killed with his own gun. Mark could have suggested you were in it with Ellen, or maybe you were jealous too and sought to kill Mark for his infidelity."

"Either way," Shannon said, "That man walks free and millions of dollars richer."

Mark shook his head, "You're insane."

"Am I Mark?" Shannon looked at him, "Why else steal his gun?"

Mark fumed, his eyes filled with impotent rage.

"You really are a bastard Mark," Ellen whispered.

"Don't you listen to them, Ellen!" Mark yelled as he nursed his wound, "I made a mistake and I'm sorry baby! I never meant for you to get hurt."

"Then why the gun?" Ellen asked quietly.

"I didn't know what I would find here," he said frantically, "For all I knew whoever had killed Alicia and Emma might have killed you too."

Ellen was silent, her eye red and puffy.

"You believe him Ellen?" Marlene asked as she paced the living room.

Ellen waited, thinking for a moment if she truly did or not. Finally, she said, "No, I don't."

"You're all fucking crazy!" Mark screamed at them, "I can't believe this!"

Henry closed his eyes.

"Henry!" Mark looked at him, "You know me, man! I'm no killer."

Henry said nothing.

Shannon looked down at her watch and then nodded to Marlene. The younger woman handed the silver pistol to her mother walked into the kitchen and opened the utility drawer by the sink. When she came back into the living room, she handed the gun to her mother and then knelt down in front of Mark. In her hands she had a roll of sliver-gray duct tape. She looked at Mark as his eyes darted to the gun Shannon was pointing at him.

"Hold you hands together," she said.

"No," Mark refused.

Shannon said, "You know painful a gun shot to the other arm would be, Mark?"

Mark held his hands out. 

Marlene chuckled and began taping his arms together. The sound of the sturdy tape being pulled and torn into pieces echoed in Ellen's mind. She tried to remember where things had gone so wrong. How had she misjudged Shannon so completely? The woman was a full-fledged psychopath and murderer and yet she had never once suspected it. She had never even once thought it. She had been so wrapped up in trying to save her marriage with Mark that a murderer had slipped into her house and was caring for her daughter.

"What about Maddie?" Ellen asked.

"I'd never hurt her," Shannon said softly, even a little wounded as she looked at Ellen, "She's an innocent."

"What happens now?" Henry asked.

As Marlene taped Mark's wrists together and bound his feet, Shannon sat down on the coffee table. She looked at the gun and then looked back at Henry. He couldn't read anything into her impassive green eyes except that whatever she was about to say, she absolutely meant. He had no illusions that Shannon Merele and her daughter would follow through one hundred percent on anything they set their minds to. He figured them for being the kind of killers that functioned with some warped code of conduct. The mere fact that they respected Henry and Ellen for not being as morally bankrupt as Mark proved that. 

And Shannon had seemed so hurt by the idea of killing Maddie...

"Look," Shannon said simply as she chambered another round into the gun and looked at Henry, "You have two choices here. One: you try to escape and call the police. If you do that, you'll be dead before the phone call even goes through to the dispatcher. I'll kill both you and Ellen. Option Two: you both remain quiet and cooperative while Marlene and I finish up. You do what we tell you. You both live and Maddie has a mother still."

Shannon let her words sink in and then asked, "Understand?"




Red Orchids Ch. 05



Ellen and Henry nodded their heads.

Marlene finished securing Mark's hands and feet and then tossed the tape away. She said, "All done."

"Good work," Shannon smiled and stood up.

"Ellen, if you have anything to say to Mark, I suggest you say it now," Marlene said casually as she took her gun back from her mother and stepped into the dining room.

"Don't let them do this, Ellen!" Mark pleaded, his dark eyes wide and filled with tears.

Ellen looked down at her hands as an unwelcome swell of compassion for him formed in her heart. She was so angry with him right now that she didn't want to feel anything for him. She looked to him and said, "Mark, how could you this?"

"Please Ellen," he cried, "We're married. We have a life together. Don't deny Maddie her father. I need you both so much."

Ellen turned her head as tears flooded down her cheeks.

"Ellen?" he pleaded.

She could say nothing.

"Ellen please!"

She looked at Henry, who met her gaze and tried to offer her some condolence. But he could think of nothing that he could say that would ease her pain. So her simply looked down at his boots, knowing just as well as she did that whatever Shannon and Marlene had in store for him was going to be a just punishment. Then, Ellen turned back and faced him.

"I only have one question," she wiped her eyes, "And I need the truth, Mark."

"Anything," he nodded, "Anything."

"Why did you take Henry's gun?"

Mark closed his open mouth and fell silent.

"Don't lie, Mark."

Shannon watched silently as Marlene kept her small pistol trained on Mark. Shannon ran her finger over the safety catch of Henry's gun and crossed her arms as she waited for Mark's reply to Ellen's question. The whole room seemed to be hinging on his impending words as everyone zeroed in on him. Mark shifted uncomfortably and then said, "I was only thinking of protecting you."

A shot ran out and Mark took another hit, this time in the meat of his right bicep. He screamed and fell over on the floor. Blood sprayed the wall and couch as he writhed on the carpet, his teeth gritted and his face turning pale. He stared at Shannon in disbelief as he cried out, "You fucking bitch! You cock-sucking cunt!"

"The truth," Shannon said quietly.

"Fuck you!"

She walked over to Mark and knelt down beside him. Shannon pressed the barrel of the gun against his right temple and said, "Think hard Mark."

Mark yelled, "I swear it!"

Shannon cocked the hammer.

"All right!" he screamed, "All right! I was thinking about killing Ellen and getting her out of the way! But I only thought about it, okay? I never hired anyone!"

"And Henry's gun?" Shannon pressed the gun harder against his skull.

"I stole it," Mark spat and winced as he rolled on his wounded left shoulder, "I was going to... to..."

"Five seconds Mark," Shannon began squeezing the trigger.

"I was going to make it look like Ellen killed them both," Mark admitted, "You were right, okay?! I'm sorry Ellen! I'm so sorry!"

Ellen felt like she might vomit. Her head was spinning around in dizzy circles as she considered the words just spoken by her husband. She had known he meant to leave her, and she had known he was cheating. She had even come to accept it. But now, to find out he had also been planning to kill her and frame her for murder was too much for her. Ellen felt her mouth go as dry as cotton as she grasped the arm of the couch for support.

"And Henry?" she whispered, "You were going to make it look like I killed Henry?"

Mark closed his eyes and nodded.

Henry only looked at Marlene and then at Shannon and then at Mark. His mouth was wide open in a stunned gape of shock.

Shannon shook her head, "You sorry sack of shit."

Mark went limp on the carpet as his blood soaked the material.

"Marlene, take Ellen and Henry upstairs," Shannon instructed, "Comeback down when you're done."

Marlene waved her gun at them, "Let's go."

"You said you wouldn't kill us," Ellen stood up and grasped Henry's hand. Mark saw this small gesture and was filled with jealousy. He thought it was funny to be jealous over a woman he hated, but he was jealous nonetheless.

"Do what you're told, and you'll live," Marlene motioned to Henry, "Get up."

Henry stood up and then walked with Ellen up the staircase. Marlene followed close behind, her gun trained on them they went. Mark watched them disappear and then was alone with Shannon. The nanny rolled him over and looked over his pathetic position. Both sides of his shirt were soaked with blood. His eyes were red and irritated from his tears of frustration. Shannon figured them for crocodile tears.

"Well Mark," Shannon sighed, "This is where the journey ends."

"Please," Mark begged, "Don't kill me."

Shannon asked, "Why not?"

"Because I want to live."

Shannon nodded and considered his words for a minute. She then looked down and said, "Not good enough."

Mark tried to scream for help but only found the end of Shannon's gun in his face. She slammed the butt of the gun down into his nose and knocked him out, breaking the bridge of the nose in the process.

"Rest for a minute," she said, "The night is young."

***

"Here's the deal," Marlene said as her two hostages sat down on the bed, "We're going to be busy with Mark for awhile downstairs. You two stay here on this bed and don't move. If you try anything, we'll kill you."

"Where is Maddie?" Ellen asked.

"Don't worry," Marlene said, "She's safe."

"Where?"

"Ellen," Marlene said, "Don't push it."

Henry put a hand on Ellen's shoulder and said, "Please, can't you see your way clear to let Maddie be with Ellen? I'll take her place."

"How noble," Marlene smiled warmly, her eyes lustfully looking Henry over, "You're a rare man, Henry. But I'm afraid this is the way it has to be."

Ellen looked to Henry and felt overwhelmed with love for him. Here he was offering to take Maddie's place and be their prime hostage. Ellen put her hand on his and then said, "Promise me nothing will happen to Maddie."

"I promise," Marlene said, "I swear nothing will happen to your daughter."

"Where is she then?" Henry asked, "You can at least tell us that."

"No I can't," Marlene corrected him, "Now, you two have some business to attend to."

"We do?" Henry asked.

"Yes," the girl said.

"What?" Ellen frowned.

"You two are in love," Marlene said as she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her enormous breasts, "Fuck each other."

"What?" Henry did a double take.

"Fuck... each... other..." Marlene slowly said, punctuating each word with a definitive time-keeping beat of her gun.

"I don't think," Ellen began and then stopped as Marlene pointed the gun at Henry and cocked it.

"Do it," Marlene said impatiently, "I better hear noises coming from this room."

Henry gulped as Marlene turned and left.

They looked at each other.

***

"How did it go?" Shannon asked as Marlene joined her in the living room.

"Well," Marlene shrugged, "Either they will or they won't."

Shannon sighed, "Let's hope they do. It'll make things so much easier."

Marlene looked down at Mark's unconscious body and asked, "You think they will?"

Shannon said, "I know you're fond of Henry. But he's not yours to have."

Marlene nodded, "I know, Mom."

Shannon put her hand on her daughter's shoulder and squeezed, "Are you ready for this?"

Marlene smiled and said, "All my life, Mom."

Shannon had never felt more pride in her daughter than she did right now. They had spent years waiting for the right moment to come along, the right opportunity to take the next step and complete their destiny. Shannon had talked to her daughter for so long about it. She had prepared her and trained her for this moment. They had a higher calling in life, and tonight would be the fulfillment of that of that dream.

Even after her husband had left her with nothing but a baby and the clothes on her back, Shannon had been determined that this dream would be realized. He hadn't understood then as Mark couldn't understand now. Shannon doubted very much that Henry would understand it, but she had high hopes for Ellen. Her hopes for Maddie were even higher. They were women, and she had learned very often in life only another woman could truly grasp the ideals Shannon and her daughter held dear.

"I am so proud of you," Shannon kissed Marlene deeply. It was a hot, passionate kiss that went far beyond the maternal love she harbored for her daughter and into the passionate incestuous need of her wounded heart. After a long exchange, she broke the kiss and added, "So very proud."

Marlene kissed her again and then they turned to the man on the floor.

"Let us begin," Shannon said.

***

Ellen sat on the bed with Henry.

Her mind was filled with a thousand different questions and her heart was being pulled in just as many directions. She hugged her arms across the thin flimsy material of her nightgown as her nipples hardened. She looked at Henry, feeling both guilty and filled with respect for him, maybe even love for him. Ellen had hesitated to even think that specific word when it came to him. But every time Henry treated her better than her own husband did, every time he showed her the kindness and respect Mark never could she felt herself coming that much closer to acknowledging what her heart already knew.

"Henry?"

"Yeah?"

"I have a confession to make," Ellen said quietly.

Henry laughed half-heartedly. "Well, this is the night for confessions."

"You remember how you told me that Mark was blackmailing you over what happened?" she asked, "When you were spying on me and, well, you know..."

Henry relieved the experience again in a flash. He closed his eyes, feeling an embarrassed blush over his voyeuristic masturbation. He nodded, "Yes."

"I knew you were there," Ellen admitted.

Henry looked up at her, his eyes wide, "What?"

"I did that on purpose," she blushed, "I hardly ever swim naked, Henry. I guess I just wanted attention. I'm sorry."

"Oh Ellen," Henry smiled broadly, "I uh... I don't know what to say."

Ellen couldn't look at him.

"You're such a good man," she whispered, "And I'm sorry this has happened to you."

"I'm sorry Mark wanted to kill us," Henry shook his head.

Ellen paused and then looked at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. She asked him, "Do we try to save him?"

Henry sat there for a long while. On one hand he knew that murder was wrong, but on the other hand he also knew that Mark would kill them both if he could. Mark was indirectly responsible for two innocent women being killed. He was an adulterer and a liar, an extortionist. But worse, he had been planning to frame Ellen for all of this madness and then walk away with all her money. Henry honestly didn't know how to reply. He looked out the bedroom window and wished he could change all of it. He wished he could just be anywhere else.

"Do we?"

"I don't know, Ellen," he replied and then said, "Let Shannon and Marlene figure it out."

Ellen nodded.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and Henry surprised himself by wrapping his arms around her. Ellen returned the embrace and they held each other there for what seemed like an eternity.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Henry said.

"When you were... when you were masturbating and watching me," Ellen asked awkwardly, "Did you enjoy it?"

Henry nodded his head, "Truthfully? Yes."

Ellen smiled despite herself. She was actually flirting as two serial killers prepared to murder her husband downstairs. Ellen buried her face in Henry's chest as she blushed.

Henry then asked, "Did you enjoy it? Me watching you?"

The smile on her lips grew bigger, "Yes."

Henry took a deep breath, feeling butterflies going crazy in his stomach as he considered the possibilities here. As he held Ellen closer to him, he began to realize that he didn't care if Mark got killed. He was both relieved and troubled by that revelation. Did that make him a murderer as well? Did that make him just as bad as Mark or Shannon and Marlene? Henry's heart began to thunder in his chest as he considered what his line of thought. A man was about to die, and all Henry could think of was Ellen.  

"Henry?"

"Yes?" he breathed as his cock hardened into a concrete pillar in the tight confines of his jeans.

There was a moment of anticipation that was both excruciatingly wonderful and horrific.

Finally she asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"

"Yes."

Ellen tilted her face up at Henry and they locked their eyes together. They shared a moment of deep emotional connection. The fears and worries over what they both wanted to do and how they both felt about Mark were powerful and very concise. Ellen felt bad about Mark, but deep down she knew he was going to get what he deserved. She wondered if that made her a bad person? Henry read this in her eyes as she parted her lips and smiled at him. Tears glimmered in her eyes as Henry touched her left cheek.

"Is this wrong, Henry?" she asked breathlessly.

"No," Henry shook his head, "No, I don't think so."

Her lips met his and conducted a current of electric sexual energy that sparked deep inside their bodies. The kiss was a well-imagined event both of them had fantasized about over the years and longed for each time they saw each other. It was a moment of pure exposure and a confession of their feelings for one another. As they shared the tender kiss, any hurt that Mark had inflicted on her seemed to melt away and die.

"I love you, Henry," Ellen said against his lips.

"And I love you," he replied, "I always have."

"Would like to touch me, Henry?" Ellen asked, her voice offset by a small quiver.

Henry swallowed hard as his heart began jack hammering in his chest. He raised his hand and cupped her left breast, gently massaging it through her nightgown. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked with his.

"We can never go back after this," he rubbed her hardened nipple.

"I don't want to go back," she said.

"Me neither."

"Would you mind if I said I wanted to do more than just kiss you?"

"No," Henry said softly as he delicately massaged her breast.

Ellen ran a finger down his cheek and to his lips, "Would you mind if we took our clothes off and made love?"

"No," he managed.

"It's been so long, Henry," she said, "It's always been you. You've always been so good to me. I don't think I really understood that until now."

"Don't," Henry silenced her and smiled, "You were worth the wait."

Ellen licked her lips.

"I want you," she whispered in his ear, "No one else."

She leaned into Henry, staring into his eyes hypnotically as her lips parted. Their mouths connected and they shared a kiss that was so slow and deep it made Henry feel light headed. The world and all the insanity birthing around them seemed to fall away for a few seconds as time slowed down. They kissed like that for a while, his hand massaging her tit as she slid her palm over his crotch and began rubbing back and forth. Heat radiated off their bodies in powerful waves as they moved to consummate their feelings.

"You're sure about this?" she whispered as she kissed his neck.

"Absolutely," Henry said.

He French kissed her and pulled the straps of her nightgown down around her shoulders. Her skin was so smooth and silky as he rolled the material of her dress down and exposed her massive tits. Her nipples were erected and begging for attention as he caressed her pink areolas and smiled at her.

"You're perfect, Ellen," Henry told her.

"Touch me," she said and kissed him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Henry felt her milky breasts and explored with a quiet reverence. Her skin was smooth against his fingers. He massaged her breasts lovingly and worshipped them with his fingertips as they kissed. 

"Ellen" he whispered, awed by her big, pear-shaped tits. "You're perfect."

Ellen blushed again at his passionate approval of her breasts. She smiled at him and cupped them in her hands, lifting them so they formed a perfect line of cleavage.

"Kiss them," she said.

Henry leaned forward and tongued one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Ellen arched her back, her silky smooth breasts pressing against Henry's face. He sucked on one nipple and then the other, all the while kneading and massaging her breasts. She leaned back on the bed and relaxed. He followed her down, kissing and suckling on her. Henry sucked and played with her tits for as long as she would let him. Ellen uttered small moans of approval and desire as her hips squirmed underneath him.

Henry slid his hands down her thighs and then up under her skirt of her gown. He relished the feeling of his palm sliding across her smooth, perfect thighs and up to her crotch. Ellen opened her legs slightly as he leaned to one side, still kissing her nipples as his hand found the moist delicacy hidden behind the small patch of fabric that was her panties. 

"I've waited for so long," she whispered and raised her hips a little.

Henry kissed her again, sucking on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed his palm flat against her swollen pussy through her panties. Ellen was getting extremely excited and he could feel her juices seeping through the fabric, invitingly warm and wet to the touch. Ellen took her hand and placed it on Henry's erection and began giving him long sensual rubs. She worked her hand up and down on his bulge as she breathlessly kissed him. 

"Let me make you cum," she breathed.

"Jesus, Ellen," he replied, rubbing her outer lips more needfully and vigorously.

"Let me jack you off," she said huskily. 

Henry nodded and let her push him back on the bed. Ellen unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants all-the-while never once letting her eyes fall from his. Henry shifted slightly as she pulled his jeans down over his hips. She smiled wickedly and then pulled his underwear aside, allowing his eight-inch cock to spring to attention in front of her. She made a soft sound in her throat and licked her lips as she eyed it. She gripped his hot dick in her hand and began to jack him off, pulling down tight and firm as his head turned purple. 

"Just as big as I imagined," she said and glanced appreciatively to his throbbing member.

"You've wondered about my size?" Henry asked, honestly surprised.

"How many times have you wondered about the size of my tits?"

He watched her work her hand up and down along the shaft of his cock, tenderly yet forcefully commanding him. Her tits were jiggling and swaying with her jerking motions as she licked her lips again. Ellen leaned forward and began rubbing his cock around on her breasts, teasing her nipples with it, leaving a small snail-trail of pre-cum across her flesh. She pressed his hard dick between her cleavage and began jacking him off with her tits. Ellen tucked her chin in to look down at the big, swollen purple head of Henry's cock protruding from between her milky breasts. The world was shaking for Henry as she tit-fucked him, fulfilling his most secret fantasies.

"Would you like me to suck on it?" she asked, releasing his cock from between the heavenly confines of her cleavage. 

"Please," Henry groaned and reached up to the back of her neck, pulling her down towards his cock. Ellen gripped his cock tightly as he guided her.

"So perfect," she licked his tip and looked up at him, "I've been wondering what you taste like..."

"Have you?" Henry asked as she pressed her lips to his cock.

"I'm so glad I can show you this now," she teased him as she licked and rubbed his head around on her face, sliding it across her sultry lips.

"You're just humoring me now," Henry said, her arousal of his cock so intense that he felt like he might explode right there.




Red Orchids Ch. 05



"No Henry," she breathed, "You've been my secret obsession." 

"God, Ellen," Henry smiled. 

At that point, Henry lost all thought on Mark or Shannon or Marlene. Her touch was like being jolted with a pure, hot strike of erotic lightning. Ellen ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them before pressing them to the head of his cock again, making it pulse and throb in her hand. She licked his head passionately, a long slow purposeful lick that made Henry shiver. She kissed it several times, moving her lips around on the head, sliding down the shaft and back up again. 

The tip of her tongue slid out from between her lips and danced over his head. She tickled the head of his cock with it, causing bursts of heat to go searing through his body. Henry groaned as she bathed his dick with her tongue, making it shiny with saliva. Ellen then sucked him into her mouth, the back of her throat hot and slick against his head. She only stifled once and then began vigorously sucking and rolling her tongue. Her breathing was hot and undeniable against Henry's flesh as she sucked him off, her nostrils blowing intense blasts of heat against pelvic area. The head of his cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue wriggling under his shaft. Ellen's head bobbed up and down on him passionately, slurping and sucking.

Henry could feel the orgasm building up fast. He gripped the bedspread and clutched tight as he moaned and grunted under her expert oral stimulation. Ellen sensed his impending climax as she feverishly kicked up her pace and ravaged his member with her mouth. Henry could feel her saliva dribbling down his sack and to his ass as she brought him to his climax.

"Oh God!" Henry cried out as he released his load into her mouth. 

"So good," she said as his cock slipped from her mouth, still spurting hot ropes of sticky cum. Henry watched as his semen splattered across her tits in long, thick gobs. Ellen licked her lips. A gob of his cum was hanging from her chin in viscous white line. She took one finger and scooped it up. Ellen looked at him, her blue eyes smoldering, and licked her finger clean. She pumped his cock with her hand and ran it over her lips again. "Delicious."

"That was amazing," Henry gasped as she milked him.

"I'm not done yet," she said as she took his fading member and began to lick again. Henry held his breath as she teased him, coaxing his cock to attention for another round. He had never recovered very quickly after an orgasm, but with what Ellen was doing to him he knew it wouldn't take long. She pumped his cock in her hand and before long he was hardening and becoming erect again. Ellen sat up for a moment and ran her hands through her hair, a move that was so sexy and perfect he knew he'd never forget it. The image of her like that burned into his memory forever. He could only stare like an idiot as I watched her tits bob with her movements.

"You are so beautiful," he admired her. 

"Thank you," she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, the taste of his cum salty and sweet on her tongue. She pushed this white t-shirt back up to his neck, revealing his body to her. Henry slipped the t-shirt off and Ellen then worked her way down from his neck, under his ear, across his chest, to his belly and finally to his cock. She massaged his balls and the sucked him into her mouth again. 

"Mmmm," she groaned around his shaft, her voice vibrating through him. She began to slowly move her head up and down, sucking him off and causing a familiar pressure to build in his sack. Her eyes gazed up at Henry as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, rolling with her tongue and bulging her cheek out. 

"Oh Ellen," Henry sat up as she sucked on his rod, his legs hanging off the bed. Henry leaned forward as she worked him over and reached down. He cupped her breasts in his rough hands and held them. They were so big and firm, and yet gravity had no pull on them. He ran his thumbs to her rock-hard nipples, trying to tease her as she relentlessly sucked his knob. Her motions were fluid and rhythmic as she passionately sucked Henry off. Her blonde hair tickled his stomach as he massaged her tits. 

"So very good," she licked him, letting his cock slide out of her mouth again. 

Henry could only moan his approval as he teased her nipples.

"Can you cum for me again?" 

"Are you kidding?" he whispered. He could feel his shaft enlarging beyond what it normally was, steeling itself for what was to follow. 

Ellen looked to him and said, "Fuck my mouth."

Henry smiled and nodded. He slid his fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing his cock in her mouth. He grunted and began fucking her face. Ellen moaned as his cock pumped to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against his thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows. 

Henry growled his pleasure as she cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples standing out as dark nubs against the pale milky flesh of her breasts. Ellen whimpered around the girth of his cock in her mouth, sliding her hands all over her tits in a sensual rub. Henry could feel himself losing control, the orgasm rocketing up through the passage as he fucked her mouth. Ellen only encouraged him more as she grasped his hips and steadied herself. 

"Oh fuck!" Henry shouted as his cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She violently grabbed his cock with her right hand and pumped it in her mouth. Henry held her head to his body tight so that she couldn't pull away. Somehow, he doubted she even wanted to as she sucked him hard, slurping the cum in her mouth. As he unloaded in her, some of the thick liquid seeped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled to her chin.

Ellen released his cock from her mouth and Henry lay back on the bed.

"So good," she murmured, her mouth full of semen. A glob of cum hanging from her chin swayed a little and then fell onto her left breast. 

"You're going to give me a heart attack, " Henry huffed as he watched the semen on her tit drip down slowly into the crevasse of her cleavage.

Ellen smiled, dipping her chin down and opening her mouth up. Cum suddenly washed from her mouth, running over her lips and spilling onto her breasts. She cupped her right breast and brought it to her lips as the strangely erotic mix of his semen and her saliva oozed over her tits in a shiny mass. She circled her tongue through it in small motions, playing with the thick globs. Henry slowly realized what a big load he had given her as she kept pushing more and more of it from her mouth. It hung in thick, viscous rivulets from her chin to her breasts. 

"Do you like this?" she asked as she tongued her semen-coated tits.

"Yes," Henry noticed he was beginning to sweat as he watched her.

"Lick them," she told him.

Henry leaned forward as she stood up, bringing her tits to his face. Henry licked his own semen from her tits, at first not certain he would like this or not. But as he cleaned her slick nipples, he found himself becoming aroused again. She pulled Henry up to her, his cum slick between their naked torsos and causing them to slide against each other with a wonderful friction. They kissed deeply as he slid my hands up under her gown and massaged her ass. Her leg raised and rubbed against his as they melted together.

***

In the living room, Mark Gordian laid stretched out on the floor. His hands were bound to the leg of the oak entertainment center. He knew it would not move or break. The thing weighed over three hundred pounds and he was more likely to pull it on top of himself than pull hard enough to get free. The duct tape that held his wrists to the thick wooden leg of the unit pulled and ripped at the fine black hair on his hands. His feet were bare now and taped to the leg of the couch. He pulled and yanked with all his strength, but found he could move it.

From upstairs came the faint moaning of a male voice and the murmuring of a seductive female. Mark wanted to kill them now more than ever. He hated the idea of them up their fucking in his bed... in his bedroom... in his home. 

"Wow," Shannon looked up at the ceiling, her eyes wildly amused, "Sounds like Henry knows how to please the ladies."

Mark gnashed his teeth against the panties Marlene had balled up and shoved in his mouth before she taped his lips shut. He grumbled and growled against the gag and vainly struggled with his bonds.

"Well, to be fair so does Mark," Marlene said. She was lounging on the couch, her head leaned back and her legs casually crossed. She played with a long strand of her red hair as her feline green eyes scanned the ceiling as though she were looking into the bedroom where Ellen and Henry were making love.

"Yeah," Shannon shrugged as she took off her jacket and undid the first two buttons of the blouse. She material opened up to reveal her tight white bra and the canyon of her impressive cleavage. Her red hair fell around her shoulders loosely as she looked at the two large kitchen knives in her hands, "But Mark has no technique, you know?"

Marlene smiled and popped her tongue off her cheek, "That's true. A big dick doesn't make up for lack of creativity."

Mark rolled his eyes.

Shannon kicked off her high heels and flexed her toes through the pantyhose. She slowly walked over to Mark and then sat on her knees beside him. Shannon held one of the knives out. Mark watched as the stainless steel blade glistened in the soft light of the living room lamps. His heart hammered as he frantically looked from Shannon to the knife and then at her again. The nanny smiled knowingly and said, "You buy these for Ellen?"

Mark nodded hesitantly.

"These are good knives," Shannon said to Marlene, "They can cut through a soda pop can just like that-" she snapped her fingers dramatically, "-and even cut through some kinds of wood too without dulling the blade."

Marlene got up from the couch and sat down on the other side of Mark's torso. Even now, he couldn't help but look at her full tits as they strained against her green t-shirt. Marlene was always dressed to kill, and now as he thought back on their first meeting he realized that it was the literal truth. Her suggestion of asking Alicia if she would kill for him during the phone sex session months ago took on a whole new meaning as his former mistress looked at him with all the compassion and mercy of a hungry shark.

"He keeps looking at my tits," Marlene said to her mother.

"He's a man, sweetie," Shannon sat one of the knives down beside her legs, which were tucked up underneath her business skirt. She ran her finger along the blade of the eighteen-inch long carving knife and said, "Breasts are what allow women to rule the world. Behind every great man, there's a woman with a great set of tits."

Marlene smiled and then looked down at Mark as sweat pooled in his eyes and stung him, "Wouldn't you like to touch them again, Mark?"

Mark could only stare as Marlene gripped the bottom of her green t-shirt and hauled it off. The shirt caught her bare breasts for a moment and pulled them up before they finally escaped the confines of the fabric. Her tits bounced and swayed for a few seconds as she tossed the shirt aside and looked back down at Mark. Marlene cupped her full, creamy breasts in her hands and began massaging them as Mark popped an erection that tented his slacks out.

"Well," Shannon noticed his bulge and rested the tip of the knife against it, "Even in the face of death he can still grow some pretty hard wood."

"You know Mark," Marlene whispered as she toyed with her nipples, the soft yellow light of the end table lamps making her flesh glow, "Before we're through, I think my mom and I will probably fuck Henry..."

Mark felt that jealousy again and cringed.

"I felt his cock, Mom," Marlene smiled, "He felt like a real thick dick."

"The best kind," Shannon nodded, her eyes impassively resting on Mark's face. She wasn't looking at Mark's eyes. She was appraising his face, looking over the contours of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose like a surgeon prepping from some cosmetic surgery.

Mark groaned into the panties in his mouth.

"Are you ready?" Shannon asked Marlene.

"Always," she replied and stood up. Mark watched both women strip out of their clothes. Shannon carefully unbuttoned her blouse and then unhooked her bra, releasing her mountainous breasts. As she slipped her skirt and pantyhose off Mark was entranced by the way her large tits hung down and swayed. Marlene unzipped her cargo pants and kicked them off, landing them on the couch beside her t-shirt. She wore no panties and her snatch was moist and wet.

"Now," Shannon smiled as she resumed her sitting position beside Mark, "Normally, both of us being naked would mean you're about to get really lucky."

"It did for Ellen," Marlene added and then whispered in Mark's ear, "She's a great lover. Henry is going to be one lucky man."

Mark screamed into the gag and struggled against his ties once again. He hated the idea of being compared to Henry. He hated the idea of his wife being intimate with Henry. But he loathed the thought of these two women seducing Ellen. He had to believe they were lying to him. He had to believe it was all to get a rise out of him. But then Marlene said, "Whose panties do you think are in your mouth right now?"

Mark glared at her, and if he could have killed with a thought, he would have.

"I think that translates to 'fuck you'," Shannon said dryly.

"Always the witty one," Marlene shrugged and then sat back, her legs folded underneath her.

Shannon lowered the edge of the knife to Mark's shirt and began cutting the fabric open. The wickedly sharp blade sliced through his shirt as though it were made of butter. The threads split and opened as she finally reached his waistband and stopped. Shannon grabbed one half of his shirt as Marlene grabbed the other. With a might yank, they both pulled in opposite directions and tore his shirt off.

Shannon wiped her face with her half of the shirt, "It's hot in here, isn't it?"

Marlene nodded, "Well, it is summer and all."

Mark wriggled as Marlene unzipped his slacks and pulled them down. His trim and muscular body was shiny with sweat as he fought against the tape binding him there. And then he froze as Shannon brought the knife up and licked the tip. Mark's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she slowly brought the knife down to his boxer shorts. She smiled and began cutting the elastic until she reached the cloth. Mark tensed as the cool steel of the knife touched his skin.

"Okay Mark," Shannon told him, "I'm about to cut your boxers off your body. If you move, the knife may slip and you might get cut somewhere you don't want to be cut."

Mark was mortified.

"Favor us with a nod if you understand, Professor Gordian," Marlene said, thoroughly enjoying the ritualistic proceedings.

Mark nodded.

"Good," Shannon clicked her tongue off her teeth and then looked at Marlene, "Now pay attention. I've shown you how to saw through flesh and bone without really making too much of mess. You did a good job on Emma. But this is more complicated."

"Okay," Marlene leaned in, her tits rubbing against Mark's stomach.

"Because Mark is a bigger guy," Shannon ran her finger over the length of his boxer shorts, tracing the bulge made by his cock, "There's not as much room to maneuver. Anyone can cut a person up, but it takes real skill to cut the clothes off without drawing blood."

Marlene watched as her mother began pulling the knife down along the strained fabric on the left side of Mark's swollen member. The cloth parted and tore open revealing more of his swollen member as she slowly continued her work. Mark's painfully bulbous head was a deep purple as it began to emerge out of his slowly parting underwear. A thick glob of precum was bubbled at the small eye of his penis. Marlene raised a brow, "Excited are you?"

Mark jerked and felt the tip of the knife puncture the base of his cock slightly. He shut his eyes tight and hissed into the wet panties. Shannon looked at him and shook her head, "Mark, you just don't know when to stop do you?"

With one quick motion Shannon zipped the knife down and opened up his boxer shorts all the way. It was a professionally wicked maneuver that truly demonstrated Shannon's macabre talents. She tore the ruined underwear off and Mark was then naked. A small trickle of blood had oozed from the superficial wound at the base of his penis. Shannon shrugged and said, "Sometimes, your victim will be less than cooperative. But just remember, this will always hurt them a lot more than it hurts you."

"Got it," Marlene said.

"Now," Shannon reached over to the coffee table and grabbed her purse. Mark was on the verge of a full-fledged panic attack, but when he saw her pull out a long syringe filled with a yellow substance, he was ready to lose his mind. Shannon gently pulled the protective covering off the shiny three-inch long needle and said, "This is the part where you have to be precise."

Marlene watched intently as Shannon pressed the needle against Mark's neck just below his jaw line. 

"Mark?" Shannon said.

Mark only whimpered.

"If you move, this needle could kill you. Understand?"

Mark cried fat tears of desperation and nodded

"Good."

The needle sunk into his skin.

***

"Oh God," Ellen moaned. She was so involved in Henry she didn't even hear the shrill scream of Mark getting his injection.

Henry knelt in front of her and slid her dress down to the floor, where she kicked it away. Ellen stood before him in only her panties, looking sinfully sexy as the orange sodium illumination from the streetlight cascaded through the window into the darkened room and across her body. Her breasts cast large shadows across the smooth terrain of her figure as he brought his lips to her crotch. Henry kissed and licked her through the nylon panties, her moist flesh so close and yet so far away. 

Ellen slid her hands down and hooked her fingernails in the fabric of her flimsy panties. With one quick motion, she tore the nylon open in a long gash that revealed her swollen, sopping sex. Her cunt was bare, clean-shaven and glistening with her nectar. Ellen leaned against the wall and Henry positioned himself under her, resting her smooth thigh on his shoulder. He kissed all around her sex, licking and planting deep hot French kisses as he warmed her up. 

"Lick me Henry," Ellen whimpered as she ran her fingers through his white hair. Henry brought his lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little under his touch. He looked up at her, her face regarding him lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. Henry ran his finger along her slit and then put it to his lips. Ellen smiled, thoroughly engrossed as he licked her juice from his fingertip.

"Oh my God," she moaned as she watched him lick his finger clean, her hands tightening and releasing around his scalp.

"You're so sweet," Henry smiled and held her gaze as he lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give him better access. Ellen watched him, transfixed in a sexual daze as he ran his tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. Henry teased his way up her slit until he reached her clit. Ellen shivered, her legs momentarily squeezing around his neck as he began licking her sensitive button. Their eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits.

She moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling. Henry licked and nibbled on her clit until it was swollen enough that he could suck it between his lips. Ellen shrieked as Henry suckled her clit into his mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. He could feel her muscles shaking as he played with her.




Red Orchids Ch. 05



"Oh fuck yes," Ellen wheezed as she clasped her tits and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his tongue as she neared her climax. Her juices were running down his chin and neck as he nibbled on her.

Suddenly, she cried out and pushed her pussy hard against Henry's face. Her arms flew back and hit the wall as she supported herself from falling over. "OHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and unleashed a flood of her sweet nectar. It splashed his face and he hurried to lap it up as she bucked against him, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations.

"Oh baby, yes," she moaned and ran her hands through her hair, "Just like that."

Henry smiled and stood up, his cock pointing out and away from his body at her like some phallic indicator of what he desired the most. They stood there in front of each other for a moment, catching their breath.

"You know," She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing hard meat of his cock, "We're not done yet."

"I know," Henry said as he put his hand around hers and helped her stroke his cock. They looked at each other, minds racing as they stroked his shaft, her tits swaying and bouncing with her movements, still shiny from his semen.

"We should really fuck each other," Ellen looked down at his cock, swollen and protruding from their combined grip.

Henry shivered

"Got any condoms?" she asked. 

Ellen squeezed the head of his cock a little as Henry replied, "No, I don't."

"That's not good," she said as her heart sank.

"I had a vasectomy."

"Oh thank God," she said and blew a sigh of relief.

Henry laughed. He actually felt good. The intrusive thought of Mark being tortured downstairs nagged at him, but Henry sedated himself by remembering the Hell Mark had put him through over the years and the fact that had he not been stopped, he would have killed not only him but Ellen as well.

Ellen closed her eyes, her face beaming with contentment, "You make me so happy..."

"The feeling is mutual," Henry said and knelt in front of her as he groped her breasts again. Henry squeezed and kneaded her twin globes as he sucked on her nipples. She groaned and felt herself getting wet again. He worked on her breasts and slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy with the butt of his palm until her juices were flowing again.

"But before we do," Ellen said gently as she looked down at his cock, "I want to suck on you again."

"Seriously?" Henry smiled.

"I love foreplay, Henry," she said and knelt down in front of him.

"You'll be the death of me," Henry nodded.

"Give me your dick, Henry," she said as he stood up and pushed his thick cock into her mouth again.

Henry groaned a deep guttural approval and ran his hands through her thick blonde hair as she sucked him off for the third time that night. Henry spread his legs a little and braced himself against the bed as she presented her mouth to him. Henry's hips humped back and forth as he fucked her oral cavity. Ellen reached around behind him and grabbed his ass with her hands in a tight grip. Her finger suddenly slipped into his asshole and began rubbing his prostate. Henry gasped as she fingered his ass, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic. Her hair and tits were bouncing from his rapid and fierce motions.

"Oh God, Ellen..." He managed as she stimulated him, her finger deep inside his ass and not giving him a moment to slow down, even for air. She moaned in delight, thoroughly happy that she had Henry out of control as his cock popped out of her mouth and she began jacking him off. She aimed his head right into her face as her hands worked for the orgasm. Henry groaned as he felt the heat explode in his balls and he knew it would be happening at any moment. He tensed, every muscle going tight and rigid as the orgasm rocked his entire body. 

Ellen looked up to him as his cock swelled and spurted a long sticky stream of semen over her nose and forehead. She smiled, her tongue out in a lapping motion as another big spurt of cum squirted out and splattered over her lips and chin. She closed her eyes and as more cum gushed onto her face. Henry grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face to his. Ellen massaged his ass and moaned as he vigorously pumped his aching cock with one hand and splattered her mouth, nose and chin with all the cream he had inside his sack. Ellen ran her fingers through the coating of semen and smiled at him, "You like that?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she said, looking down to watch some of semen drip onto her breasts.

"Me too, Ellen. Me too."

***

Mark felt oddly relaxed as whatever was in the syringe spread through his body. He didn't feel drugged, but rather simply indifferent to everything around him. Shannon was busily talking to Marlene and touching his body, explaining the finer methods of murder no doubt. Their voices were muted and far away. Mark felt his mind racing and screaming for help, but his body would not respond. He felt retarded, slowed down to a quarter of his speed and strength.

And then he began to be able to hear again, slowly at first.

"... so, when it comes off be ready for the blood," Shannon said.

"All right," Marlene nodded.

Mark looked down and saw Marlene raise the other knife into the air. She examined the blade and appraised it as she noticed Mark staring at her. Both women were still naked and still looking impossibly beautiful as Mark regained his senses. He tried to say something but found his voice was non-existent. In fact, his entire throat felt heavy and sore as he tried to make noise again.

"I injected a small amount of Novocain into your larynx, Mark," Shannon said, "You can't talk now, but we'll leave the panties in regardless. We wouldn't want to get bit would we?"

Mark worked his jaw uselessly.

"Okay sweetie," Shannon breathed, "Just go easily."

Mark strained to look and saw Marlene lower the blade to his till erect penis. Marlene pulled back his long shaft until it was sticking straight up in the air. He saw the bubble of precum was still there on his head, but it had begun running down his shaft in a wet trail. The veins bulged out and throbbed as she gripped her left hand over his head and the top half of his shaft. With her right hand, she pressed the razor sharp edge of the blade against the thin flesh of his shaft.

Mark looked frantically to Shannon and tried to move, but found his arms and legs weren't working either. He fought to make them move, he commanded them to move and even begged the muscles to work but to no avail. Shannon touched his forehead, "We've also numbed your arms and legs. We can't have you kicking and screaming, Mark."

"Don't worry Mark," Marlene winked as the full impact of what they meant to do hit him like a speeding freight train, "We're professionals."

There was a white hot flash of pain and Mark passed out.

***

Henry and Ellen laid on the bed for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other as his cum lubed up their bodies in a sticky mess. Henry supposed it wasn't very sanitary, but he couldn't deny it was a turn-on as he felt hot slick wetness between their bodies. He kissed Ellen deeply and reached down to feel her cunt. She was wet and ready for him. She opened her legs and let him play with her swollen clit as he licked her massive breasts. Ellen finally rolled over and got on all fours, her ass out in the air for the taking.

Henry positioned himself behind her and brought his cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, he inched forward and slipped his head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught Ellen off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as his cock sank into her cunt. He began thrusting, back and forth, increasing his speed and power as he went. Henry's balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her relentlessly. 

"Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of his hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes..."

Henry pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. He gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. Henry's cock was slick with her nectar as he spread her ass cheeks. Ellen looked back over her shoulder at him as he pushed his slick cock over her ass, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little hole, leaving a sticky trail behind. 

"Do it," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back to him. Henry took his cock in his hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied himself. He pushed the head of his cock against her tight little asshole, stretching it out as his girth passed into her. She flinched and her head snapped back as she gasped. 

Henry held onto her shapely hips and forced his cock into her depths. Ellen cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as he slid his dick into her ass. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as he rocked her. Henry could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the cum out of his body before he was ready. Ellen arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment.

"Let me ride you," she ordered. Henry flipped over on his back and she straddled him, lifting one leg over and giving him a generous view of her under carriage. Her backside was facing him as she settled in over his shaft, her ass poised. 

Henry could only try and keep his breathing under control, trying to not blow his wad too early.

She grasped his cock and slid the head across her dripping cunt, lubing him up for entry. She then brought it to her ass and eased herself down on his pole. Henry's cock squeezed past the tight, rubbery opening once more. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around his shaft, turning her head to one side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as his dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. Finally, his cock was submerged in her body and she began to ride him, her pace already fast and frenzied. 

"Oh yes... yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode his cock.

Henry grunted as she hammered herself.

Ellen moaned, unabashedly in the throes of ecstasy.

"Ellen," Henry growled and grasped her hips tightly.

"Fuck my ass," Ellen cried out, ramming down hard on Henry as she fingered her clit.

She picked up the pace and began moaning so loud Henry knew that Mark was bound to hear them downstairs, if he was even still alive. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back violently. Ellen uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on his cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around his dick that his field of vision exploded with stars as he ejaculated inside her ass. 

Ellen was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as Henry unloaded his semen, his cock jerking and pumping. Finally, as Henry's vision swam in and out of clarity and as his cock slowly deflated, they decoupled and collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap. He slid his arms around her and rested his face between her tits as she ran her hands through his hair.

"You okay?" Henry asked.

"Don't talk, Henry," she whispered and then added, "Just be with me."

Henry nodded and they lay there for a while. Through the door, they could hear the sounds of voices talking low in the living room. They both chose not to think of what was happening down there. As far as Henry could take his thoughts into his love for Ellen, he could not escape his fear of the murder taking place downstairs. He whispered, "Are you scared?"

Ellen breathed and said, "Yes I am."

"Me too," Henry said. It wasn't just the murder. It was being with Ellen too. He had never felt so rich and fortunate, and he had never felt so close to losing it all.

***

Mark's eyes opened slowly and the first thing his brain registered was the searing pain from his groin. His midsection ached with overwhelming waves of pain that exploded from his crotch and arced up his body and down his legs. The pain stopped mid thigh because his limbs were numbed and effectively unable to feel anything except a disorientating phantom sensation of floating. But the pain ripping through his stomach and chest were agonizing as he silently screamed against his wife's panties.

Mark looked down, his head spinning and rocking as his worst nightmares came true. Where his penis once had been there was nothing but a flat expanse of raw red meat. Mark could hear his blood pumping in his ears as he realized Shannon and Marlene had removed not only his penis but his balls as well, scrotum and all. His crotch flamed with searing discomfort as he cried out into his gag. 

Shannon, who was busy with something just out of his sight, noticed he had waked up and said, "Oh good, you're awake."

Marlene turned, still on his right side and faced him. Blood was spattered all over her bare tits and stomach. Crimson droplets dotted her face as she regarded him coldly. In her hand was the knife. It was coated with his blood and oddly surreal to him as he began to drift in and out of consciousness. He crazily noticed the blood in Marlene's hair as she leaned in and looked at him.

"He's a tough one," Marlene commented, sounding rather unimpressed.

"Most guys lose it when their cock and balls come off," Shannon said offhandedly, "But sometimes they're alive for the finale."

"How often?" Marlene asked as she sat the knife down.

"Oh," Shannon squinted as she thought about it for a minute, "Maybe one out of five?"

"Wow," Marlene said. Mark couldn't believe they were talking so casually about the act of castration. It was like listening to two women talking about washing dishes or doing their nails. It was all so relaxed and casual that Mark began to believe he was in a nightmare. He wanted desperately to believe it was, but the reality of agony wouldn't allow for an easy escape. In fact, he would have believed that wholeheartedly had it not been for the excruciating pain radiating from the bloody stump between his legs. 

"Mark," Shannon said, "Can you hear me?"

Mark blinked his eyes. It was all he could do.

"Okay," she said, "We just cut off your penis and your testicles. You lost those because you're probably the most adulterous asshole we've ever seen outside of my ex husband. In the old days, castration wasn't all that uncommon believe it or not. I suppose when people burned suspected witches at the stake for simply having healthy cattle when others did not you could justify anything. But I do believe that old time methods of punishing adultery are tried and true. While some people believed in a tattoo or red cloth to signify adulterers, some people took to more extreme methods. When the men of small village or town saw another man lose his wedding tackle, it served as a warning to be faithful. You're that warning now, Mark."

Mark thought that might be the end of it as Shannon fell quiet and resumed her work. If they let him live, he might even be able to recover. And if he could just find his penis and balls before it was too late...

"I'll bet you're wondering why we framed you," Shannon said quietly as she held up an opaque plastic container, the kind Ellen used to put leftovers in. Something large, fleshy and bloody was inside, sliding around as she shook the Tupperware container. Mark didn't need to ask what was inside. Shannon continued as she handed the container to Marlene, "Why frame a man you only intend to kill? Why go through all this if we're only going to kill you?"

Mark shed more tears, but not out of sadness or desperation. He was angry.

"It buys us more time to escape," Shannon explained as she held up her knife again, "While the cops try to figure out why you did it, we make our getaway. All of this, Mark, is really only the icing on the cake."

"You see," Marlene piped in, "If you were going to commit the murders, you were going to need a partner."

Mark realized that not only were they going to kill him, but they were going to kill Ellen and Henry too.

"If Henry had been helping you," Shannon thought out loud, "You could have easily killed both Alicia and Emma. The evidence will see to that. But say you wanted to kill Ellen too? And let's just say that Henry loved Ellen, which let's be honest we all know he does, and he decided he couldn't let you do that..."

"... But you kill Ellen before Henry can stop you. Henry turns on you and shoots you twice in the arms to take you down," Marlene said as she motioned at his gunshot wounds, "And then he gets medieval on your sorry ass. He tortures you and then kills you, but not before he leaves a tragic suicide note..."

"... And Henry shoots himself in the head and dies on Ellen's bed," Shannon finished, "Rather poetic don't you think?"

Mark closed his eyes.

"The bullets they find here will be from Henry's gun," Marlene said and then held up her small silver plated gun, "And the bullets the police find in Ellen's body will match up to this handy little pistol here... a pistol that will have your prints all over it."

"We have handy-dandy glue on our fingers, so if you're thinking we left prints anywhere you'd be wrong," Shannon smiled and wiggled her fingers at Mark.

"And," Marlene said, "With this huge murder investigation weighing on everyone's mind, we will get what we ultimately came for. Maddie will go with us."

Mark froze, the pain in his body suddenly forgotten.

"She deserves to be brought up in a real family," Shannon told Mark, "She's deserves to have parents who are dedicated and honorable. She needs a code of ethics that will allow her to survive in this world and not fall victim to men like you."

Mark glared at her, his eyes filled with questions and pleas.

As though she had been reading his mind, Shannon added, "You're wondering how we'll just sneak away with Maddie? Fact is, during this ordeal Ellen hid Maddie in the tool shed to get her away from you. Unfortunately, you were keeping a large supply of chlorine and gasoline in there Mark. A bad combination when it comes to breathing and also for when someone accidentally makes a spark."

Mark tried to free himself again. Marlene laughed.

Shannon said, "I've also taken the liberty of coating the shed with kerosene, just to make sure we're cooking at the right temperature. A fire burning that hot won't leave much behind in the way of evidence. They'll find some of her hair in there, but that's about it."

"Any more questions?" Marlene asked sarcastically.

He summoned all his strength to try and make noise, but to no avail.

"Speak up now..."

Mark made one last futile effort to speak but couldn't. 

Shannon raised the dagger high into the air and then dramatically stabbed it down into his neck. Mark gurgled and blood soaked the panties in his mouth as he bled to death. Shannon twisted the knife and began cutting. Mark only remained in this world for a few more seconds as his head began to sever from his body. In this brief eternity he found himself thinking a lot more about his life than he ever had before. He thought about how sorry he was for what he had done. He thought about the fact that while he was surprised at how devious these two were, he wasn't all that upset that Henry and Ellen would die along with him. Based on the orgasmic screams from upstairs, they deserved to die along with him.

Finally, with a sudden pang of doubt Mark wondered if he would burn in Hell for what he had done.




Red Orchids Ch. 06



"The Comeuppance"

EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note:

"Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who supported 'Red Orchids' and wrote me to talk about the story. You're all the best. Special thanks go to miriambelle69 for her in depth criticism and editing."

***

Henry stepped back from the door and gently closed it. From the moment Mark Gordian had arrived at his apartment a few hours ago until now, Henry had been feeling like he was living in a dream world. Nothing seemed real. From the revelation that Mark's mistress Marlene was in cahoots with the Gordian family nanny Shannon in a heinous plot to the murder of Mark himself just a few moments ago, it had all seemed otherworldly surreal. Marlene had put a gun to his head, demanding that he and Ellen have sex while the two killers carried out their work. But they had promised to spare Henry, Ellen and her daughter Maddie if they simply did what they were told.

Now, after overhearing the conversation between Mark and his murderers, Henry knew they had no such intentions. All the killing and deception had been an elaborate framework of confusion to allow Shannon to take Maddie as her own. They had certainly wanted to punish Mark for his less than virtuous ways, but their real intent had been to kidnap the baby.

'Icing on the cake,' he had heard one of them say.

"Oh fuck," he whispered as he and Ellen hurried to the bed. He felt cold now, his naked body trembling a little. Or perhaps he was just scared?

"What do we do?" Ellen covered her bare breasts as she hugged herself.

"I don't know!" Henry hissed.

"We've got to get Maddie," Ellen said as she began to get off the bed.

"No," Henry grabbed her and pulled her to him. He said, "Our only chance is going to be to catch them off guard."

"Oh?" Ellen whispered, "And when will that be?"

"When they're finished with Mark, they'll come back for us," Henry said, "We need to look like we don't know anything."

"And then?"

"And then we jump them, grab Maddie and run for help."

"Just like that?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Henry, these women staked out us for months, waiting for the right moment to move in," Ellen reminded him, "Shannon has been playing everyone from day one. They don't make mistakes."

Henry looked at her grimly, "You have a better idea?"

"Yes," Ellen said and pushed him back on the bed. Henry lay there as she reached over to the dresser drawer and quietly pulled it open. She cursed to herself as she felt around, "They took my cell phone."

Henry looked thoughtfully, "I have my cell phone in my pant's pocket."

"No way."

He grabbed the pants and handed the small black phone to Ellen. He said, "They don't make mistakes, huh?"

Ellen kissed him, punched in the numbers for 911 and waited. The line was busy. She looked at Henry, "How the blue fuck can 911 be busy?"

She quickly dialed the number for her best friend Sheila Messing. The phone rang and rang. There was no answer. Finally, her answering service came on and asked for a message to be left after the tone. Once the small electronic beep sounded Ellen whispered, "Sheila, it's me Ellen. Listen. Call 911 as soon as you get this message. Get them to my house. We're in some serious shit here..."

There was noise in the hallway.

"... love you much. Hurry. Bye."

Ellen then called 911 again and left the phone on, slipping it back under the pillows as she grabbed Henry and began kissing him. They rolled on the mattress as the sounds of footsteps registered just outside the door. Ellen grasped Henry's cock and rubbed it as she licked his neck and whispered in his ear, "No matter what, you get Maddie...."

"I promise," he whispered back.

"I love you," she moaned into his mouth as the door opened.

"I love you," he responded, feigning ignorance of Shannon's arrival.

"Well," she smiled, standing naked and bloody in the doorway, "Good things do happen to nice people."

Henry looked at her exposed figure and eyed the blood covering her face and torso and hands, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Henry," she said, "But Mark has checked out."

"You killed him?" Ellen asked, feeling more and more terrified by the moment. She didn't mind letting it show. No matter how Shannon thought she should feel about Mark being killed, Ellen figured horror factored in no matter what.

"He lost his head," Shannon said dryly, "Well, both his heads."

Henry swallowed hard.

"Men," Shannon chuckled and smiled at Ellen.

"What now?"

"Now," Shannon said, "Henry, you'll go downstairs with Marlene and she'll walk you through what to tell the cops when they show up. Ellen, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to."

"Okay," Ellen squeezed Henry's hand, reminding him of his promise.

Henry nodded and reached for his clothes, "Okay."

"Don't get dressed yet, Henry," she said.

Henry looked Ellen once more and left them alone.

Once he was gone from the room, Shannon closed the door and locked it. Ellen sat uncomfortably naked in front of Shannon Merele as the bloody woman looked at her expectantly. From behind her back, Shannon pulled a gun into view. It was the small silver plated pistol that Marlene had been holding earlier. Shannon looked at it and smiled.

"You glad I killed him?" she asked as she walked over to her former employer.

"He was a bad man," Ellen said, "But I don't think he deserved to die."

"You didn't try to stop us?" Shannon asked.

"No."

"And why not?" Shannon toyed with gun, running the nose of it over her blood-streaked thighs, "Too busy fucking Henry?"

"Marlene put a gun to his head and said we had to," Ellen said.

"Must have been horrible work from the sound of it," she replied.

Ellen was silent.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Ellen said nothing.

Shannon cocked the pistol and put it to Ellen's right temple, "Did you fucking enjoy it?"

"Yes," Ellen said, trying not to cringe at the gun against her head.

"You know," Shannon said, "We're not so totally different, Ellen. We're both women who know what they want. You wanted to be done with Mark and his cheating. You wanted to be with Henry. You knew deep down that Mark was up to something, didn't you? That fucker wanted to kill you and Henry... believe me, we did you a favor. Me? I know my calling in life. I punish those who deserve to be punished."

"How noble."

"How many times have you opened the newspaper or turned on the television set to see that another asshole has gotten away with murder?" Shannon asked her, "When O.J. walked, we all watched a murderer go free. Think of all the shitty little cities and towns in this world that see men arrested from crimes and then released because the defense was more eloquent in his debate? Is justice dependant on the craftiness and wiles of those who work for it and against it? My own father killed my mother in cold blood, Ellen. I saw it happen. But he walked free. You know how? The detective in charge forgot to process the evidence properly. That fucker went free on a glitch. How often do we see the guilty go unpunished?"

"And you're the judge, jury and executioner?"

"Mark Gordian planned to kill you both," Shannon reminded her, "In the end, it would have been him who walked away free and clear with your daughter and your money. He would have left you and Henry both implicated in the deaths of his two lovers. Would you judge him and have the courage to carry through?"

"You're right Shannon," Ellen looked at her, "You've done a righteous service."

Ellen had thought Shannon was merely crazy before, but now she knew the woman was out of her fucking mind.

"I don't expect you to understand."

"Is that right?" Ellen asked.

"Don't patronize me Ellen," Shannon warned her and nudged the gun against her hard, "You know Mark patronized me and I cut his fucking head off. So think about it now. We can either be friends or we can be enemies."

"We should be friends," Ellen said.

"Good," Shannon smiled and pulled the gun away from Ellen's head, "I think so too."

Ellen looked at Shannon. "What now?"

"Now," Shannon walked around to the far side of the bed and sat down, the gun still trained on Ellen, and said, "Now we talk about your future."

"Okay."

"How badly to you want to live, Ellen?"

***

From the moment Henry stepped off the last stair into quiet expanse of the bottom floor, he had the sickening feeling that none of them would survive this. First, he saw the headless body of Mark Gordian on the living room floor. He was naked and still bound to the entertainment center and couch, but where there should have been a head and neck there was only a raw bloody stump. Henry felt his stomach turn over as he saw that Mark's penis and testicles were gone as well. Blood soaked the light colored carpet in bright red stains that spread out three feet in every direction from the carnage.

Henry braced himself against the banister and closed his eyes as his head became light and dizzy. He could smell the metallic aroma of blood in the air. He could almost taste it on his tongue and in the back of his throat as he steadied himself, forcing his body to be calm. Gooseflesh popped out all over his skin as he took long deep breaths. 

There was something else in the air too. He soon realized that in death Mark's body had relaxed and that all the muscles had gone loose, releasing the contents of his bowels and bladder. His mind absently considered how the urine had gotten out, considering Mark had no penis through which to void. But then a broken pipeline needs only an exit to flush the water. It didn't matter if the plumbing was intact or not.

"Henry," a cool feminine voice said from the shadows.

He opened his eyes to find Marlene Henson standing before him, not more than a few feet away from Mark's corpse. She was naked, her voluptuous curves and soft alabaster skin speckled and sprayed with blood. In fact, she looked like a younger version of her mother, a perfect clone of Shannon Merele that was in every way just as seductive and equally dangerous. Henry realized that at this point, everyone in the house was completely nude. He hoped Maddie was the exception to that rule. 

On the subject of her nudity Marlene seemed to be oblivious or unconcerned. Maybe both. Either way, her casual attitude about the gruesome display behind her and the blood on her naked body made Henry feel as scared as he had ever been.

"Ms. Henson," Henry said as his eyes focused again and he found some resolve.

Marlene cocked an amused smile as she looked at his naked body, "I was right Henry. You are a catch..."

Henry looked down and saw his penis was hanging half erect between his thighs. He turned slightly and covered himself, "Thank you."

"No Henry," Marlene smiled, "Thank you."

"Why?" Henry couldn't bear to look at the body behind her, so he looked at Marlene, "Why did you do this?"

"Henry," Marlene motioned for him to come closer, "This is not a question and answer session. Do what you're told, and you and Ellen and Maddie get to live happily ever after. Okay?"

Henry nodded and followed her into the kitchen where he received another shock. As his bare feet crossed the cool linoleum, he felt something wet squish between the surface and his bottom of his foot. He looked down and saw dark droplets of blood spattered everywhere. He looked back behind him and saw a trail of blood leading from the living room to the kitchen, beginning at the large red stain were Mark's head should have been. Something bloody had been carried this way. Henry shivered and before he laid eyes on it he knew.

"Oh Jesus," Henry moaned as he saw Mark's severed head on the counter. Between the crock-pot and coffee maker sat the countenance of his late co-worker. The handsome features that had wooed many women into adultery were contorted in a shocked expression of final pain. Mark's dull, glassy eyes looked out into the empty space beyond as Henry put a hand to his mouth and felt sick. Blood, thick and viscous had pooled around the base of the neck in a slowly congealing mess. Henry tried to control his breathing as his pulse raced. He knew he was three seconds away from a heart attack and he had to bring himself down.

"Easy Henry," Marlene said as she leaned against the countertop, "Easy."

Henry grabbed the counter and closed his eyes. He still remembered what he had overheard. They planned to frame Henry from Mark's murder and then set him up as a suicide. His mind raced frantically as he tried to figure out a way to save himself, Ellen and Maddie from this insanity. He knew he didn't have much time left. The fact that Shannon had split him up from Ellen only indicated that the killers were ready to finish what they had started.

"You gonna be okay there, hot stuff?" Marlene went to him and put a hand on his shoulder as Henry stifled his gag reflex.

'Keep it together,' he thought madly, 'Keep it together...' 

"I'm fine," he managed and then pointed at the head, "Why?"

"Henry," Marlene pressed her naked body up against him, smearing the blood that had spattered on her from the decapitation against Henry's skin, "We're almost done here. I just need three more things from you, okay?"

Henry nodded, "What?"

"First," she said as she ran her finger over his shoulder and pressed her huge breasts against his bicep, "I need you take Mark's head and put in the microwave..."

"What?" Henry asked, horrified.

"The microwave," Marlene repeatedly quietly and kissed his arm, "Put the head in the microwave."

Henry looked at her dumbfounded.

Marlene sighed and then said, "Your life depends on it, Henry."

Henry looked at the severed head. He couldn't do it.

"Henry," Marlene rubbed his arm, "I like you a lot. I really do. But I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?"

Henry looked at her and then at the severed head and knew she was being deadly serious with him. He could even see where with blood vessels had broken in the gelatinous whites of Mark's eyes. Henry became hyper-aware of the ragged flesh around the base of the neck and thick meat visible through the tears. He couldn't imagine getting any closer to it, let alone picking it up. He then thought of Maddie and Ellen again. They needed him, and he was no good to anyone dead.

"Okay," Henry swallowed and straightened up. Marlene smiled, kissed Henry's bicep and stood back, giving him room to perform his grisly task.

"Good boy," she praised him.

Henry stepped in front of the head. He said a silent prayer and suddenly was assaulted by that feeling of impending doom. Maybe he would be killed as cosmic retribution for sleeping with another man's wife whilst said man was being murdered. He supposed that he had no real defense for his actions. He wondered at how he would be judged for having let it happen. While Mark had been losing his head and his genitalia downstairs, Henry had been upstairs fucking Ellen. Marlene had put a gun to their heads and threatened to kill them if they didn't, but Henry also knew that he had only been too willing. 

So had Ellen.

Henry put his fingers on the sides of Mark's head. His dark hair was soaked with blood and the skin felt slimy to the touch. He realized that his grip on the head wouldn't hold this way, so he swallowed hard and grabbed a handful of Mark's hair. The head was surprisingly light as he lifted it up. He could hear fluids dripping down on the counter as he pivoted on his foot and turned to the microwave. Blood began dribbling on his bare foot as he opened the microwave door with his free hand.

"Good," Marlene said a thousand miles away.

Henry nodded his head absently and then caught a glimpse of something on top of the refrigerator. He saw the handle of his handgun there and there a sudden swelling of hope in his heart as he sat the severed head in the open microwave. Henry had to release Mark's hair and then pushed on his face to fit him. Bloody handprints covered Mark's face from his cheeks and chin to his forehead. As the head tilted in the process of being squeezed inside the compartment, the mouth opened and Mark's tongue lolled out. The eyes rolled wetly in their sockets in a purely reflexive display that nearly gave Henry a heart attack.

Henry screamed and jumped back as he slammed the door shut.

"Easy," Marlene put her hands on his chest as he stared at the darkened microwave, "Mom says they do that sometimes."

Marlene then hugged Henry and pulled him close to her. He couldn't help the reaction of his penis. The organ knew no master and certain knew no loyalty anyone. His thick cock began to swell against her smooth flesh as she held him. He wondered how she could be so loving of him as she planned to frame and murder him. Instead of asking a question he knew would get him killed quicker, Henry decided he would get his gun back.

And once he did that, he was going to finish this once for all.

As his heart filled with adrenaline, he ran his hands over the sensual curve of Marlene's backside to her ass. He squeezed her cheeks gently and Marlene began kissing his chest. He was both surprised and then not so surprised by her physical response to him. Her tongue flicked out across his nipples as she kissed him gently. He felt his cock hardening to its full girth and length as she rubbed herself against him.

"What else do you need me to do?" Henry asked as he cupped her breasts and massaged them.

"Me," she breathed and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Henry leaned in and kissed her deeply as she began stroking his member. Their kisses were fast and furious as Marlene's primal need for Henry overrode her senses and she attacked him. Henry backed her up against the refrigerator and suckled on her neck as she ran her hands over his body and relished him. Henry looked up and could still the gun. He licked her jaw line and then her ear as he figured out how to grab the gun before she could react.

'They don't make mistakes,' Ellen had said.

Henry had to hope they that she was wrong. They had missed the cell phone in his pocket... maybe he would get lucky.

***

"I like you, Ellen," Shannon said as she sat beside her on the bed.

Ellen felt like she was in the middle of the most outrageously fucked up nightmare in the history of human dreaming. The surrealism of her husband having been killed wasn't so much unbearable as it was foreign to her. Ellen still had not quite come to terms with it. Even more bizarre was the fact that both she and her husband's murderer were naked and sitting on her bed talking. The night before, she had slept with this woman and her daughter in a drunken stupor. The details of that interaction were still vague to her, but she could remember flashes of the experience.

And now, she was torn between trying to kill Shannon Merele or playing dumb until the nanny made her move. She had overhead Shannon telling Mark that she had no intention of letting anyone live despite her claims to the contrary. Ellen knew that Shannon had split her and Henry up to better carry out their nefarious plans. Right now, she imagined Henry was in just as a precarious a situation as she was.

Still, for Ellen it all felt like she was watching a movie, detached and yet completely emotionally invested. Looking at the silver plated pistol that Shannon pointed at her casually from her naked lap, Ellen said, "What now?"

"You see Ellen," Shannon said, "The problem here is that I've been dishonest with you."

'No fucking shit,' Ellen thought angrily but kept her poker face intact. She said, "About what?"

"We did pick Mark because he was a perfect candidate, but there was one other qualification that made him the perfect victim," Shannon looked at the gun.

"What?"

"Your daughter is very beautiful," the nanny said thoughtfully, "Maddie is very smart and has a bright future ahead of her."




Red Orchids Ch. 06



Ellen began to feel even sicker as she realized where this was going. She had heard what Shannon planed to do, but hearing it now to her face made it seem more real, more final. Less of a movie and more the stuff of real life and headline news.

Shannon said, "She's taken such a liking to me..."

"No," Ellen gaped at Shannon as her blood ran cold.

"...And she likes Marlene so much..."

"You bitch," Ellen whispered and stared at Shannon, her eyes wide and filled with disbelief, "We trusted you..."

"I would prefer to have your consent," Shannon said, "I don't believe in kidnapping."

"You are not taking my daughter," Ellen began to stand up when Shannon jammed the gun in her face and cocked the hammer. Ellen froze.

"Do not fuck with me," the nanny told her.

Ellen sat back down, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. She could feel her lips going numb as she realized that Shannon was not only serious about expecting Ellen to give up her daughter, but also expecting that Ellen do it willingly. She felt like she might pass out as her brain processed this new information in a panicked rationale. She said, "This was always about Maddie."

Shannon nodded, "It's about principals."

"Principals?" Ellen choked.

"A little girl is born to an adulterous and lecherous father," Shannon said, "This little girl has for a role model a woman who is living in denial and what's more, is adulterous herself..."

"Marlene said she would kill us if we didn't..."

"And you fucked him," Shannon reminded her, "You both chose to give in to what you wanted. I'm talking about principals here. I know both you and Henry are good people, but you both gave in. You fucked each other like rabbits. We all heard you. You made the choice."

"Marlene would have killed us..." Ellen reasoned.

"I would rather die than compromise my principals," Shannon shoved the weapon in her face. The nose of the gun hit Ellen's upper lip and split the skin. Ellen slowly wiped the blood from her bottom lip as Shannon glared at her, "I believed you were different. I thought you be stronger than that. But look at you. You're no better than Mark."

Ellen sat quietly.

"Is this how you want your daughter to grow up?" Shannon asked.

"You were going to kill us anyway," Ellen said.

"Excuse me?"

"I said," Ellen looked at her, "You were going to kill us anyway."

Shannon quietly regarded her, her eyes lifeless and cold.

"This isn't about justice or about principals," Ellen said, "This is about taking something that doesn't belong to you. That's what this has always been about, even before you and Marlene showed up."

Shannon tightened her grip on the gun.

"Jesus Christ I have been so stupid," Ellen laughed as her eyes watered over and became glassy, "Mark was taking what didn't belong to him and I let him do it. I let him get away with it. I fooled myself into believing his lies because it was a little easier to live with. And here you are, taking what doesn't belong to you and I find myself debating whether or not to believe you."

"Are you saying I'm lying to you?"

"I'm saying that for all your talk of justice and your father and people getting away with murder you're really no better than they are," Ellen laughed despite herself, "You're right, Shannon. We are very much alike. We believe the lies we tell ourselves to get through the day day, no matter what happens or who gets hurt."

"Shut up," the nanny said evenly.

"Mark was not your life to take," she continued, "Maddie is not your daughter to take. Henry was not mine to take. But fuck it if we don't find ways to justify it..."

"Shut... UP!"

"It's all a lie, Shannon!" Ellen looked at her, her eyes flaring with a bright fire, "This isn't about justice and it isn't about saving Maddie from us. It's about the easy way out. You kill people for fun and you've warped your own daughter to the point where she thinks it's normal..."

Shannon shook her head and covered her ears.

"You fucked up!" Ellen screamed, "You're no better than your father."

Shannon's head snapped up and she jutted the gun out, pointing at Ellen.

She shivered.

Ellen blinked.

The gun fired.

***

Henry positioned himself closer to Marlene and kissed her gently on her full, rosy lips. Marlene murmured against him slightly as she pulled him close, her hands grasping his ass as his rock hard member pressed against her belly. Their tongues slid sensually around each other, caressing and stimulating. Henry cupped her large breasts began massaging them, his thumbs rubbing her hard, pink nipples. Marlene moaned into his ear as Henry necked on her, licking and kissing and suckling.

"What about Ellen?" she breathed, sliding her hand down his torso, over his stomach and to the base of his cock. She grasped his thick shaft in one hand and began slowly stroking back and forth along his eight-inch length.

"What about her?" Henry smiled, trying to keep his concentration through the hand job. He had her pressed against the refrigerator door and was doing his best to maneuver his hand higher so he could reach the gun. Marlene cooed and squeezed his thick cock as they stimulated each other.

"You love her, don't you Henry?" she breathed, a lusty need permeating her voice as her sex grew warm and delightfully wet.

"Yes I do," he replied as her stretched her arms over her head and began licking her ear

"Then why make love to me?" she looked at him innocently.

"Because sometimes," he whispered, "Everyone needs a good fuck."

"I like this side of you," Marlene laced her fingers around his.

"This is nothing," Henry grinned, playing his part as well as he could as he freed his fingers from hers. He thrust his cock against her as he reached for the gun. His index finger grazed the handle but fell short.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Marlene kissed him fiercely.

She pushed him onto the counter and then climbed up on top of him. The blood smeared and slid against his skin. Henry bit his lip to keep from screaming. She straddled him and began kissing down his chest, dragging her tongue over his body, licking and nibbling on his nipples as her hands caressed his neck and face. She made sure to drag her heavy, full breasts over his naked body as she descended him. She planted hot, wet kisses with every inch of skin she covered. His cock slid between her tits, and she pushed them together, briefly tit-fucking him. Henry smiled and ran his large hands through her hair as the soft flesh rubbed against his throbbing member.

"God, Marlene," Henry groaned as she worked her breasts on him a moment more and then resumed her course. He looked longingly over at the gun, still resting on top of the fridge.

She finally brought her lips to his swollen, purple head and started licking. She grasped his shaft and pulled his cock upright, standing it straight up in the air like some phallic monument. She flicked the sensitive head with her tongue and alternated blowing on him. She massaged his scrotum, gently kneading his testicles, preparing them for the finale of her oral adventure. His cock slid into her mouth and she began sucking on him, rolling her tongue over and under and around him. 

Henry's breathing was heavy and fast as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft, slurping and sucking. His fingers laced through her hair as she worked him over, his nipples going hard and his muscles pulling tight as she summoned the orgasm from his body. Periodically, she would uncouple from his now fully rigid cock and suck one of his balls into her mouth, and then the other before returning. 

Marlene's hands slid up Henry's body, feeling every inch of him and committing him to memory. Henry kept one hand on the back of her head as he surreptitiously reached for the chalice near the blender. It was the same chalice Shannon had used to collect Mark's semen the night before, but Henry didn't know that. He simply recognized it as the keepsake from Mark and Ellen's wedding, a symbol of their supposedly mutual pure love. In it was a single red orchid. 

Henrys hips bucked slightly, and he knew he was close. She began sucking faster on him, deep throating him as his cock went rigid like steel in her mouth. She pulled back a little and felt the spurts of cum erupt in her mouth. She pulled off him with a satisfyingly wet *pop* as he ejaculated his healthy load of semen on her face, neck and breasts. Henry released a primal groan as he rode the orgasm to its conclusion.

"You liked that?" she whispered as Henry opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Oh yeah," he laughed and watched her sit up, her pussy hot and wet against his cock as she repositioned herself. She cupped her left breast and looked at him. She brought it towards her face as she lowered her head, her eyes fixed on Henry. She licked the gobs of semen off her tit, from around her sensitive nipple and swallowed it. Henry could only watch, unable to continue his reach for the chalice.

"Fuck me," she moaned and wiggled her ass against him, "Fuck me like you fucked Ellen."

She leaned in and kissed him, raising her hips up just enough to allow his bulbous head to press against her moist vaginal lips. Henry kissed and her then began necking on her, keeping her face turned away from him.

"You're sweet to me," she murmured as her red hair tickled his skin, "You're so different..."

"Am I?" he licked her ear as his fingers touched the base of the chalice.

"My mother says all men are bad," she began lowering herself onto his shaft. Henry gasped as her impossibly tight pussy squeezed his cock and enveloped him. Marlene began kissing his neck and suckling as Henry grasped the chalice. She said, "You're gentle and kind..."

Henry felt a stab of guilt as he prepared to hit her with glass.

"... you're so tender," she smiled against his stubbled chin and looked at him.

And then a shot rang out that startled them both. Marlene jerked into an upright position, Henry's cock still deep inside her as she looked up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck?" she breathed, her breasts heaving up and down as she caught her breath

Henry brought the crystal chalice up in a solid swing that connected with the side of her head. Marlene yelped and then was driven off the counter as the chalice shattered and showered the kitchen with broken glass. Marlene tumbled to the floor and smacked her head hard on the floor. Henry got off the counter, being careful not to cut his feet as he stepped down.

He felt Marlene's neck for a pulse and found one, steady and strong.

"I'm so sorry," Henry said. He really meant it too. He had never hit a woman in his entire life, never once. He felt compromised. This whole situation made him like he had compromised himself beyond recovery.

Henry spied the duct tape Marlene had used to tie Mark up with and grabbed it from the counter. A few minutes later, the girl was securely bound and taped to the refrigerator door. He reached on top of the fridge and found his gun. Henry tossed the tape away and then hurried back through the living room, cautiously rounding the corner to the stairs. He was scared shitless and seriously doubting his mettle as a hero. He wiped his sweaty brow as his penis slowly deflated, the sweet aroma of Marlene's sex still powerful.

"Help me, Jesus," Henry whispered, "Please help me."

He looked back and noticed that the sun was beginning to come up. Faded bands of light were filtering through the blinds that covered the sliding glass door in the dining room. Henry took a breath and composed himself. He gripped the gun tightly and then began walking up.

***

Shannon Merele waited in the shadows of Maddie Gordian's bedroom.

Surprisingly, the gunshot hadn't woke the child up. After she shot Ellen, Shannon rushed to the child's room to see if all was well. The little girl was sleeping quietly in her SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas and drooling a little. Shannon felt a small measure of relief from this as she put a hand on the little girl's cherub face. Maddie stirred for a moment and then fell into sleep again.

Shannon positioned herself at the door and waited, watching to see who would come up the stairs. She had hoped that her daughter would be checking in any minute, her work with Henry finished. But the way Marlene had been looking at Henry bothered her. He was a distraction, and Marlene could not afford distractions. Shannon hadn't heard a scream from downstairs yet, so if Marlene had killed him she had done it quickly enough to give him no reaction time.

She hoped Henry met his end well.

And then the old bastard came walking up the stairs, silently and as craftily as he could. He had gotten the gun back from Marlene, and that meant that Marlene was either dead or out of commission. Shannon felt a surge of hot anger as she considered the possibility that her daughter was dead. Her eyes burned with vengeful tears as she cursed herself for leaving Marlene alone.

"You fuck," she breathed silently as she watched Henry quietly sneak into Ellen's room, his naked body smeared with blood.

Shannon looked over her shoulder at Maddie.

Once again, she cocked the gun.

***

Henry wanted to cry.

Ellen Gordian was sprawled out on her bed, arms thrown back and eyes closed. Her blonde hair was tossed and spread from her head in a fan of golden color across the white bedspread. A pool of crimson blood had formed near her head, just under the right shoulder. Henry's vision blurred with stinging tears as he slowly walked over to her. An ugly red wound was wrought into her chest just under the right clavicle. Henry sat down beside her on the bed and touched her hand.

"Ellen?" he whispered.

Ellen said nothing.

"Ellen?"

The whole world had gone silent around him in a thunderous absence of anything other than his grief. In this vacuum Henry's brain began to realize that Ellen was dead, though his heart could not accept the fact. He touched her face. The flesh was still warm as he caressed her cheek. Tears fell in fat drops from his eyes and splashed on her porcelain face.

In the distance, he could hear sirens. He remembered the cell phone and pulled it from behind the pillows. Henry placed the gun down beside Ellen and sighed. Holding the phone to his ear he said, "Hello?"

"Sir?"

Henry felt his heart jump, "Yes, I'm here."

"We heard gun shots, is everything okay?"

"My friend has been shot," Henry choked.

"We've dispatched assistance to your location," the operator told him, "Can you stay on the line?"

"Yes," Henry nodded dismally.

"Put the goddam phone down!" Shannon shouted from behind him.

Henry jumped and spun around. Shannon was in the doorway, the small silver plated pistol in her hand and pointed at him. Beside her stood Maddie, looking sleepy and confused. Shannon held the little girl's hand tightly as Maddie recognized Henry.

"Where you clothes, Unca Hennie?"

Henry smiled, embarrassed, "I don't know, baby."

"Put your clothes on now," Shannon ordered him, "And turn that shit off."

He hit the phone number recall key on the cell and said, "It's off."

"Toss it."

Henry tossed the phone behind him, to the far side of the bed. He only hoped the operator could hear everything. As he dressed, he said, "It's over. The police will be here soon."

"Yes, I know Henry," Shannon said bitterly, "Thank you for that."

Henry zipped up his pants, "What did you expect me to do?"

"Where's my daughter?"

"Downstairs. She's indisposed."

"Are you trying to be funny?"

"No," Henry pulled his t-shirt back on.

Shannon looked at him, "Where is she?"

"I knocked her out and tied her up," he replied and stood. He looked down at the gun. From the doorway, Shannon's view of it was blocked by Ellen's arm.

"Okay Henry," she smiled hatefully, "Where's your gun?"

"Downstairs."

"Don't fuck with me!" Shannon screamed and pulled the trigger. Henry fell to the floor as the bullet passed through his left thigh. He fell on his side, cradling the wound to his chest as Maddie began crying. Her big blue eyes looked to Henry and then at Shannon. The nanny smiled half-heartedly as her control over the situation vanished. She let her grip of Maddie go and stomped over to Henry. The bloody naked woman knelt down beside him and jammed the gun in his face.

"Here's how it ends," Shannon growled and pressed the nose of the gun into his eye, "You all went fucking crazy and in the end, it was me and my daughter who protected Maddie. We were the only survivors of this massacre, Henry."

Henry closed his eyes.

"You're fucking insane," he whispered.

"I killed Mark, I killed Alicia and I killed Ellen!" she screamed as the sirens grew louder, "I'll kill you too, you rat fuck!"

"What example will you set for Maddie?" Henry asked quietly.

Shannon looked back at the little girl, huddled in the corner as she cried hysterically. 

"Maddie honey," Shannon said sweetly and then glared down at Henry and cocked the gun again, "Cover your eyes, baby."

Maddie did as she was told.

"Good bye, Henry," Shannon whispered.

And then there was another shot.

Only it was Henry who opened his eyes again as Shannon Merele wavered above him. He looked up to see her eyes wide and blood pouring from her mouth and nose as she dropped her pistol to the floor. She looked surprised and confused as she tried to understand what had just happened. He saw that the right side of her skull was gone and splattered against the wall. Clumps of skull, gray matter and red hair were oozing down the wall slowly as she gurgled and then fell over to her side. Henry kicked her away and looked up.

"Ellen," he whispered.

"Hi," she smiled weakly as her chin rested on the edge of the bed. Her face was pale and sickly as she let Henry's handgun fall to the floor. It landed on Shannon's body and slid away as she looked at him. Henry got up and laid Ellen on her back. He covered her with a sheet and then turned to Maddie. 

"Maddie," he smiled warmly as he scooped the girl up, "Hey there, sweetie."

"Unca Hennie," she wept hysterically as Henry took her to Ellen. Maddie curled up beside Ellen on the left while Henry sat beside her on the right. Henry looked at Ellen and smiled.

"You okay?" she croaked and kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Maddie nodded and continued to cry.

Henry squeezed Ellen's hand.

"Police are will be here any moment," he stroked Ellen's hair, "You'll be alright."

"Thank you," Ellen said, "For not leaving us."

Henry was quiet for a moment as the front door broke in downstairs.

"Police are here," she said distantly.

"I thought I lost you," he said.

Ellen shook her head.

"I love you," he kissed her gently on the lips.

"I love you too," Ellen replied and then looked at Maddie, "And I love you."

"Love you Momma," Maddie hugged her tight.

***

The two policemen who entered the Gordian house did so at just after six that morning. They found three people alive, Ellen Gordian, her one and a half year old daughter Madeline and Professor Henry Tyler, a friend of the family. They found Mark Gordian dead, decapitated and castrated. His head was found in the microwave and his penis and testicles were later found inside the refrigerator behind a carton of milk. They found a woman going by the alias Shannon Merele dead in the master bedroom, killed by a gunshot to the head.

The recording of the call placed by Ellen Gordian identified Shannon Merele as the killer in the house. It also recorded the confession of her involvement in the murder of Mark Gordian, Emma Sirtis and Alicia Keel.

Henry Tyler claimed that Shannon Merele's daughter, Marlene, had been tied up in the kitchen after a fight. Police found no sign of the second woman. They did however find duct tape, cut by a of broken crystal glass and large amount of blood in the kitchen, but no sign of Marlene herself. The only evidence she had been there was a single red orchid resting in the pools of blood in front of the refrigerator.




Red Orchids Ch. 06



The orchid was pristine and as deeply colored as the blood around it.

The cops didn't understand the meaning of it at the time.

But Henry did.

***

TWO YEARS LATER...

Travis Rogers entered his office on the thirty-fifth floor of the Shirow Towers in Los Angeles to find the office dark and quiet. He looked around and sat his briefcase down on his large marble desk. He looked at his watch and saw it was only a little after ten in the evening. He sighed and sat down beside the gargantuan desk, loosening his tie as he prepared for another long night.

When he opened his top drawer, hoping to find his small reserve of tequila, he was surprised to find a single red orchid in its place. Travis held the delicate flower up and looked at it, his handsome face etched with surprise. He laughed.

"Where did this come from?"

"I put it there," came a sexy voice from the shadows of his office.

Travis jumped, the sudden voice startling him. "Who's there?"

"It's me."

Travis frowned, "Melissa? Is that you?"

Melissa Strauss, the secretary Travis had hired last week walked out into the dim light of the room. She was dressed in a tight fitting black dress that accentuated every curve into fluidic perfection. Until now, Travis hadn't really noticed her figure. Melissa had always worn conservative business attire during her time there. But now, he could see she was equipped with the most tempting breasts he had ever laid eyes on. Her hips and legs were curved as though a master sculptor had imagined her.

Her red hair was pulled back from her beautiful face as her green eyes rested on his seductively. The way she was walking towards him suggested she had other things in mind besides working late. Travis held up the flower, "What is this?"

"My way of saying I like you," she smiled and sat down in his lap. Travis tried to fight off his erection, but the sight and feeling of her huge milky breasts being pressed up against him clouded his mind. He could hear the fabric of her silky dress and the rub of her nylons as she put her arms around him.

"I'm married, Melissa," he stuttered as she ran her hands through his short brown hair.

"Not tonight, you're not," she kissed him.

Travis made a pathetic effort to resist and then gave in as her tongue slid against his and explored his mouth. His hands found their way to her full breasts and he massaged them through the thin fabric of the dress. Melissa's shoes fell the floor as she began to unbutton his shirt.

"I had no idea you felt this way," he breathed as she suckled on his neck.

"It's like an old friend of mine once said," Melissa looked out the window at the sparkling view of Los Angeles. In the window she could see her reflection. Visible to her eyes was the small scar on her right temple from where a chalice had been broken against her skin. She licked her full lips and finished, "Everybody needs a good fuck..."

Travis slid her skirt up and felt her buttocks with greedy hands.

Melissa smiled wickedly.