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Warning: This story contains material of a sexual nature, and may
include graphic descriptions of consensual sex. If you find such
material offensive, are under the age of 18, or the state or country in
which you reside prohibits such material, then do not read any further.
This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in
this story. All persons and events in this story are fictitious and any
similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely
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Room with a View (voy, orgy, MF, FF, MM, oral, stripping)
By frog (frogintexas@hotmail.com)
(C) Copyright 2000 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described
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The sleek, black limousine seemed almost out of place as it made its way
along what appeared to be a simple country road. The lovely
tree-covered lane served as a three-mile long driveway leading to the
mansion of Harlan W. Box, one of the wealthiest men in the world. Dr.
J. Rexford King stared out the limo window as the green canopy of
majestic trees sheltering the road passed over head and reflected on the
remarkable journey that had brought him to this moment. Rex King was
the youngest person ever to graduate in engineering from Rice. His MBA
from Stanford and Ph.D. from Yale followed quickly, as did his career as
a college professor. By the ripe old age of 29, he was already a
distinguished professor at Princeton and now he had just been appointed
the youngest Dean of Arts & Sciences in the history of prestigious
Westwick University. What a ride it had been! Rex seemed to have it
all--boyish good looks, an enchanting smile, and a gorgeous, sexy wife,
Kathy.
"You don't often see three miles of manicured front lawn," said Kathy
King interrupting Rex's musing.
Many upwardly mobile deans shed their graduate school wives for "trophy"
wives, but not Rex. Kathy was the perfect dean's wife--beautiful,
charming, and dignified, with a lithe body and sparkling eyes that made
every head turn when she entered a room. Kathy had been one of Rex's
undergraduate students who immediately recognized her future husband on
the first day of class and, by the end of the term, had him hopelessly
in love with her. Now after twelve years of marriage, she was a driving
force behind Rex's career.
"So this is how the rich and famous live. I sure would hate to have to
mow his yard," quipped Kathy as she surveyed the acres of rolling hills
surrounding Box Estate.
"You'd probably need a riding mower," laughed Larry Connors. Larry
quickly glanced at the tops of Kathy's milky white breasts that seemed
to float underneath her emerald green silk gown. Lawrence Connors was
Westwick's Vice President for Development, which meant he had one and
only one purpose in life--raising money the University. His wife,
Darla, was as voluptuous as Kathy was slim. As a matter of fact, she
was different from Kathy King in virtually every way. Darla's full
lips, fuller breasts, curvaceous figure, blond poofy hair, and worldly
look stood in stark contrast to the slim, demure, elegant Mrs. King.
Larry had worked for months to get an invitation to a Harlan Box party
and tonight was the night.
"Wow! Get a load of that house!" Darla whispered to no one in
particular. "Takes one's breath away." Her sweet pussy still throbbed
from the little session she and her vibrator had had while she was
getting ready for the party. Getting all dressed up in an evening gown
always made her super horny, a condition she treated on occasion through
mechanical means.
The limo pulled in front of Harlan Box's mansion just as the sun was
setting over the river that flowed past in the distance. "What a night
this is going to be," said Darla prophetically. The limo's four
occupants didn't realize just what an extraordinary night this would
be--one that would change them forever!
The Party
The chauffeur opened the door and the humid smell of the country rushed
into the limousine. Rex caught a glimpse of Darla's ample bosom as she
crouched to get out of the car. A little electric twinge shot through
his groin. "She is one sexy lady," he thought. The two couples made
their way up the long stairway to the two-story tall front doors. The
doorman swung open the great oak doors to reveal a long vestibule filed
with glamorous looking people.
"We are going to make some money tonight," whispered Larry through a
fixed smile.
Indeed, the crowd included senators, business leaders, CEO's, and a host
of those whose full time jobs simply were to manage their fortunes. It
certainly was not the kind of group with whom college professors usually
socialized. "Rex, baby. You've come a long way from Amarillo," thought
Dr. King as he strolled into the world of the wealthy with his faithful
wife beaming at his side. A willowy, tall blond with an extremely low
neckline walked past and caught Rex looking at her deep cleavage. She
simply smiled. The Rex felt a stern poke in the ribs from Kathy.
"Watch it, buddy," said Kathy smiling all the while.
"I am. I am!" retorted Rex.
"Hello, I'm Sarah Box." A tall, attractive woman with perfect hair and
perfect teeth came toward them with hand outstretched. "You must be the
good Doctors King and Connors. Welcome to my home."
Sarah Box's eyes moved up and down like a dirty old man contemplating a
fair maiden. Rex blushed as he shook her hand. Kathy's eyes widened,
but quickly her dean's wife decorum returned. "We are delighted to be
here," Kathy said.
"They don't make college professors like they used to when I was an
undergraduate," Mrs. Box said while staring directly at Darla's ample
bosom spilling over the top of her gown. Before anyone else could think
of something to say, Mrs. Box swept away to greet other guests.
"She's a piece of work," said Darla as they made their way to the bar.
"A real bitch, I'd say," whispered Kathy.
By the time the party was in full swing, all four had met a host of
influential people and had had plenty to eat and drink. Rex had been
promised luncheon meetings by at least six important potential donors
and Larry was chalking the event up as a magnificent success.
"There is a poker game in the drawing room that looks very interesting,"
said Larry. "I think it is about time to stop working and start
partying, if you will excuse me?"
"Don't lose the family jewels," giggled Darla.
"Shame on you, Darla!" blushed Kathy.
As Larry walked away, Rex slid his hand down around the gentle curve of
Kathy's green silk draped ass. Kathy recoiled quickly. "Rex!" she
whispered through a fix smile. "People will see you...you dirty old
man."
Just then one of the most effeminate men Kathy had ever seen suddenly
rushed toward them. He was a blatant flamer. "Darling, that is the
most marvelous gown I've ever seen. You look fabulous. I wonder if it
comes in my size!" The man giggled like a schoolgirl. "By the way, my
darlings, I'm Bruce, Mrs. Box's designer." For the next ten minutes,
Bruce delivered a constant stream of stories about the Boxes, gushed
praise for Kathy's and Darla's gowns, and giggled when he looked at Rex.
Finally, he took a breath and asked, "First time at a Box party?"
"Yes," said Kathy.
"Oooooo, fresh meat!"
Kathy glanced at Rex and Darla. Then Bruce drew the three of them close
and whispered, "Can you keep a secret, my sweet things?" Blank stares
and puzzled nods came from all three.
"I take it that you have not yet seen...the Room!" lisped Bruce, eyes
flashing.
The Room
Bruce led the trio upstairs to a long hallway with many doors. Some
distance down the hall was a small connecting corridor with a velvet
rope obstructing the entrance. Bruce looked all about and unhooked the
barrier. "Come on," he whispered.
Around the corner, was another innocent looking door that seemed to be a
maintenance closet. "Don't tell anyone that I showed you," giggled
Bruce as he opened the door. "Enjoy!" he said as a swept away and
headed back to the main party.
On one side of the closet were assorted brooms and mops, but on the
other side was a dark passage draped in a black velvet cloth. Darla
held back the cloth and peered into a dark, L-shaped passageway. "What
in the hell is this?" she exclaimed.
"I don't know, but let's take a peek," said Rex.
"I don't feel right about this," ventured Kathy. "This looks off-limits
to me."
"Oh, Kathy, you're such a wimp!" sighed Darla. "This is either a closet
or an adventure." Darla plunged into the darkness dragging Kathy along
with her.
They found themselves in a dark room. "Ouch," said Rex as he stumbled
against an overstuffed couch in the middle of the floor. As their eyes
adjusted to the darkness suddenly there was movement near them. Kathy
gasped as she saw a young woman enter an opulent bedroom decorated in
red.
"I'm sorry," stammered Kathy, "We didn't...uh...know...well...we...ah."
Kathy tried to think of an alibi when she realized that the young woman
was not responding.
"There's a window there," said Rex. "We can see her, but apparently she
can't see or hear us. This is too fucking weird."
Suddenly a light appeared over the bed and the young woman whirled
around and looked at the door. "Oh, my gosh, it is Senator Hastings'
wife. We just met a little while ago," whispered Kathy. "And, the guy
coming in the room wearing a bathrobe is NOT the Senator."
"Sweet Jesus!" said Darla. "It's a one-way mirror and I don't think we
are supposed to be seeing what we are seeing."
The man made his way over to the wide-eyed Mrs. Hastings and gently
touched her long blond hair. His hand followed the curve of her neck
downward and landed on the first button of her blouse. He gazed into
her eyes as he slowly unbuttoned the top button.
"Now I know we are not supposed to be seeing this," gasped Kathy. "Rex,
let's get out of here. Right now!"
"Are you kidding," said Darla. "What do you think this room is for,
Kathy? It's for viewing!"
The three of them stood mesmerized as the man unbuttoned the young
wife's blouse to reveal a lacy white bustier. The young woman stood
stark still as the man continued. Quickly he unzipped the bustier, and
her firm taut breasts sprang free. The man leaned over to kiss each
pink nipple and to unzip her long skirt. It fell to her ankles. Her
half-slip followed gathering gently at her feet. The man lifted Mrs.
Hastings onto the giant red bed and in one motion tore her panties from
her. The woman seemed to tremble all over and to shake her head, "no."
"I think it is show time, folks," said Darla in awe.
"If someone comes in here, I'll die," said Kathy.
The man in the red room threw off his robe and stood naked before the
Senator's wife. His large penis already had began to engorge and grow
hard. He guided the woman's hand to his hardening organ and placed her
hand on it. Then he pulled her head slowly against him placing his
red-tipped monster into her mouth.
"Holy shit," said Rex. He found Kathy's arm and pulled her in front of
him. He rested his hands on her shoulders and said with a little laugh,
"I don't think we are in Kansas anymore, Toto." Rex was vaguely aware
that Darla had silently drawn away from he and Kathy.
The man turned the woman across the bed and positioned her on hands and
knees. Now she was looking directly at the three peepers without a clue
that they were watching. Passion gripped her face. The man plunged his
glistening dick in from behind and the young wife's face reflected every
stroke.
Rex unconsciously moved his hands down Kathy's arms and gently took a
silk covered breast in each hand. She gasped as he did so, but didn't
move to stop him. Kathy leaned back against Rex's hard bulge. She
could feel him stiff against her. She began to grind her ass into his
bulging groin.
Kathy had never seen anything like this in her life. In truth, she had
only seen two penises in her entire life, Rex's and the high school
boy's who took her virginity. Neither of them was as large as the one
that plunged in and out of the woman in the next room. He looked as if
he was splitting her in half.
More shocking was the look on the woman's face. She was in sheer
ecstasy. Her face was clinched in the simultaneous throes of joy and
pain. Suddenly, the man turned the woman back toward him and plunged
his dripping dick again into her full lips. She attacked his member
with both hands and a willing mouth. Just as quickly, the man withdrew
his dick and sprayed cum all over the young woman's face. She continued
to jack him until he was spent and then she fell back in a heap on the
bed. The man calmly got up, put on his robe and left the room. The
Senator's wife sat up on the side of the bed and began to cry as she
wiped her face with the bed sheet.
Rex looked to his left. Darla had her hand inside the top of her dress
and was fondling her breasts as she straddled the arm of the couch. She
also was rubbing against the couch until she realized that he was
looking her way. Quickly, she turned away and broke the silence, "That
was about the damnedest thing I have ever seen. I still can't believe
it was real."
Kathy was ablaze. The sights in the room and Rex's hands had turned her
into a madwoman. Darla's comment brought her back to reality and she
tried desperately to rearrange her disheveled clothes. Rex had a raging
hard on and was about to cum in his pants. The sight of Darla humping
the couch had really turned him on. He had this mad urge to tear the
clothes off both women and fuck them together.
"Let's get out of here," Kathy said as she dragged Rex back through the
narrow passage into the hall.
All three emerged into the hallway gasping and sweating. "I need a
drink!" said Kathy. "Me too," echoed Rex and Darla.
The drink in Kathy's trembling hand divulged her continuing excitement
when to her shock the good Senator Hastings' wife, every hair in place
and with her best beauty pageant smile, came sweeping elegantly down the
long main stairway. She made her way over to the Senator who was in a
heated debate with two other silver-haired gentlemen, kissed him on the
cheek, and smiled graciously as she hung on his arm.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say that woman has balls of steel," said
Darla. "Larry is not going to believe this." With that she headed off
into the crowd toward the poker room.
Kathy simply stared at Rex. Her heart was still pounding, her pussy
throbbed, and she could barely speak. "I thought things like this only
existed in dirty novels. Jesus Christ, Rex. He was fucking her brains
out...and we were watching!"
Before Rex could answer, he saw the host couple, Harlan and Sarah Box,
make eye contact from across the room and begin coming toward them. "I
think we are about to meet the famous Mr. Box," said Rex. Harlan Box's
eyes were glued on Kathy. He looked at her from head to foot while he
moved through the chatting crowd. Sarah Box whispered in his ear as
they walked and a big smile swept over Harlan Box's face.
"So this is the lovely Mrs. King. Sarah told me that you were stunning,
but she certainly understated the issue." Harlan Box had the suave
manner of someone who enjoyed "old money" and power.
Kathy blushed and said, "Oh, you charmer. I am most flattered."
"You are a lucky man, Dean King, in many ways. Can we find a quiet
place to talk for a moment."
Sarah led them to a small sitting room off the main hall.
"Let me get right to the point, Dr. King. My wife and my taxman think I
need to make a significant gift to someone. They think I need my name
on something or other at Westwick University. I'm an alum, you know.
So, give me the numbers on...oh...let's say, naming the College of Arts
and Sciences. Frankly I'm not so much interested in some building that
will grow old, but a whole School appeals to me."
Rex King was flabbergasted. He expected to someday make an "ask" of Mr.
Box, but not quite so soon. He tried to speak, but the words stuck in
his throat. Where was Larry when he needed him?
"Well sir, we would hope to receive...uh...about...ah...well...$30
million for naming the entire College...but, you...I mean, one would not
have to pay all that at once. And, of course, you would have other
benefits...uh...like football tickets, and... ah...library privileges."
Rex couldn't believe what he had just said. Library privileges? What
the fuck was he thinking? He was talking to a man who could buy the
fucking Library of Congress.
"The Harlan and Sarah Box College of Arts and Sciences...hmm...I like
the sound of that. Don't you sweetheart?" Sarah Box simply nodded.
"That's a good fit," said Harlan as if he were picking out a new shirt.
"It's a deal!
Both Kathy and Rex gasped audibly.
"I don't know quite what to say, sir," squeaked Rex. "But, this is a
wonderful moment in the history of Westwick!"
"You can have your legal folks start working on the paper, but..."
There was a long pause as Harlan looked at Kathy.
"There is one...uh, small condition before we can close this deal."
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