The House Owns the Bet

I normally don't post this kind of stuff. But a particularly aggressive... and I might add obnoxious, reader keeps daring me to write a straight up stroke story - as in... he thinks I can't do it. Challenge accepted. For the rest of you... just move along, folks, there's nothing here for you to see.

THE HOUSE OWNS THE BET

The Danube, which from this height looked more brown than blue, glittered below us as the Gulfstream dropped out of the clouds. Vienna International airport is southwest of the City, set in a lush green valley and right on the river. That's where we were headed. We had reserved a suite at the Hotel Sacher Wien, which is right in the middle of the historic City in downtown Vienna.

The hotel itself reeks of so much Habsburg grandeur that you would almost expect Franz Josef to be sitting in the lobby reading a Kronen Zeitung. My wife Catherine, who I call Cat, wanted to take a nap and The Burggarten was right up the street, so I strolled over there to sightsee the Hofburg Palace.

The Hofburg was the traditional winter home of the Habsburgs. So, the area that I was standing in has been a seat of government for various empires for the past 800 years. The term "majestic" doesn't really describe the surroundings. Standing in the Helden Platz and facing the Hofburg's extensive structure I was looking at most of Austria's imperial history... all encapsulated in one building.

I lingered by the statue of the Duke of Marlborough's old pal, Eugene of Savoy, and looked back across the park toward the Staatsopernmuseum. That building is more-or-less ground zero for opera, having been graced by everybody from Mozart to Mahler. The weather was beautiful, harkening to an early spring and I was frankly in a very good mood. As I hustled down the Philharmonierstrasse toward the Sacher my little voice kept reminding me that I had better get back to the room ASAP. It is never a good idea to tell the wife, "back in a minute," and then show up two hours later.

As soon as I got into the lobby, I could see that Cat had already decided to start the proceedings without me. She was sitting on one of the Sacher's ornate couches with a drink in her hand talking animatedly with a stunning woman who appeared to be about her age.

That coven of pulchritude was a feast for your eyes. Cat, with her dark voluptuous beauty would stop traffic in any hotel lobby. But the woman she was sitting with expanded the traffic stopping potential exponentially.

She was tall and model slim with a mane of copper colored hair above a perfectly proportioned heart shaped face. The impression walking up to her was Irish colleen... huge green eyes an impish upturned nose and a gorgeous wide mouth with sculptured lips. Those lips hinted at considerable good humor, and many more interesting things underneath.

The new woman's flawless complexion was porcelain white instead of Cat's dusky color. The bright red of her lipstick and the dark green shadow, which highlighted those sparkling emerald eyes, was striking. She was not as awesomely round as Cat, but she did have a magnificent rack, which looked all the larger because of her much narrower frame. She was several inches taller than Cat, perhaps four inches.

Both of them rose when I came hustling into the lobby. Cat said, "Emma, meet Paul. Paul, Emma is a very old and dear friend of mine. We lived together during our undergraduate days at Barnard. We haven't seen each other in years, and we just ran into each other in the lobby. Isn't that an amazing coincidence?"

I was thinking, "Amazing doesn't begin to describe THIS pair." Emma smiled and gracefully extended a long slim hand. I was thinking to myself, "This lady has serious money. The Rolex Datejust 31mm Gold President on that wrist must have set her back twenty five thousand bucks alone."

Emma had a warm, mellow voice, not as husky and smoky as Cat's but equally sexy. I sat down in a chair across from them, much to the envy of every other man in the lobby. My inner self was shaking its head and wondering to itself, "Man! Those two together must have made for some kind of popular student apartment!"

Cat said happily, "Emma works for the United Nations, and she has lived in Vienna in the Museumsquartier for the past six years. That told me a couple of things. Miss Emma was living on a trust, not her own salary. People on UN salaries don't live in the Museumsquartier unless they have a second source of income and Cat's aristocratic friend didn't look like she did waitressing on the side. And second, Miss Emma was clearly as high minded as her former roommate.

Emma laughed and said, "Work, might not be the right word. I serve as a facilitator for UNODA fund raising and other activities." My little voice chuckled and said, "I bet she has the nerds eating out of the palm of her hand".

The United Nations in Vienna is arguably ground zero for all things nuclear disarmament and most of the conferences that have gone on involving Iran's nuclear program have been held there. If Emma was a friend of Cat's she had to be at least in her approximate league when it came to smarts and social graces. So, Emma's working as an organizer of some of those conferences for the U. N. Office for Disarmament Affairs was definitely not too farfetched. The fact that she was also a stunningly attractive woman was probably not lost on the people throwing the conferences.

We talked amiably for several minutes. I asked her how she liked living in Vienna, which probably qualified as one of the world's stupidest question. It would be hard to imagine a gorgeous 36 year old woman with Emma's obvious breeding and money NOT liking a City as cultured and vibrant as Vienna.

Emma was polite to me in that she didn't give me the look I probably deserved for asking such a dumb question. She told us that she enjoyed the nightlife and the clubs and that she would be happy to show us around if we had time. The mention of clubs was all it took to get Cat's attention.

Not surprisingly, the two of them spent a lot of time clubbing in New York in their college years and the idea of the two of them revisiting the good old days was clearly very high on Cat's list. So, we arranged to meet later in the evening to hit the Vienna club scene.

I might add that the "we" at this point was because I was not letting somebody as hot as Cat off her leash in a Vienna nightspot, no matter how much I trusted her personal commitment and integrity. One does not take risks with the love of your life and frankly there was a lot in Emma's general demeanor that made me think that there were more things happening under that aristocratic surface than altruistic interest in nuclear disarmament.

*****

I have always wondered what it would be like to be as emotional as Cat. I get the full benefit of her amazing depth of feeling, because those powerful emotions fuel a fantastic love life. But she feels all kinds of other wonderful things too. She exudes sheer delight when she is happy and it shows all over her body when she is sad, or thoughtful. Me? I'm a little bit too Teutonic for my own good.

Cat is a very intelligent and insightful person. But like all sultry climates the weather will change fast and the storms that occasionally blow up can be short and intense. I learned a long time ago to ride those out, since no matter how emotional my wife gets I know that she loves me with all her wonderful heart, and I also know that the bright sun will return sooner than later.

I am doubtless a little over-repressed thanks to my upbringing. I had no parents to speak of, so I was brought up in a family of cousins. They knew I was not one of them. So, any sign of sensitivity on my part became a point of vulnerability, which could be used to inflict a range of kid sponsored atrocities on me. And my foster parents believed that any emotion, except that of fervent love of Jesus, was a sin and so they discouraged it.

My co-workers at the ore loading docks boiled emotion down to two strictly man things - fighting and fucking. I did both of those very well but there was not a lot of joy, or even sadness involved. Of course, when I DO generate a strong emotion it's usually anger, which doesn't go away until I have exacted suitable payback. It's a German thing... you wouldn't understand it.

Cat on the other hand never seems to hold a grudge. My little voice has regularly reminded me that "It must be nice to NOT have to carry a list around with you".

Tonight, I was having a hard time reading my wife. She loves to dance, and she loves to be in settings where music and dancing take place. But for some reason she wasn't exuding her usual anticipatory joy. I asked her why and she told me she was having ambivalent feelings.

She told me that she was used to going to places with just the two of us and that Emma's presence tonight was causing "A disturbance in the Force." Cat could sense it but not explain it. I asked her if she could boil that down to something that wasn't a concept from Darth Vader. She said that her main concern was that Emma hadn't changed. I said jokingly, "You mean I'm going to see all of Cat Green's skeletons tonight, you two DID spend a lot of time at clubs".

She didn't take that as a joke. Instead, she said, "What are you trying to IMPLY, buster!!?" She stomped around the room for a minute and then she said, "Just because we partied together doesn't mean that I was as slutty as she was!" I said, "Okaaaaaay?!"

Cat said, "There have been some things that happened during that period that I haven't told you about" I said inquiringly, "And you are about to do that now??" She said, "Emma might seem like a well put together preppie, but she has a problem with alcohol and when she drinks she does some incredibly stupid things, usually with men."

I said, "And that affects you and me; how??! She said, "Once in a while she would pull me into situations that I am not proud of." I said, "Excuse meeee??!" She said, "For instance I would occasionally wake up in some strange guy's bed the morning after."

My eyelids must have flown up like window shades because she quickly added, "I have a sound self-concept, and I was too afraid of STDs to actually fuck any of those guys. But I DID spend the night with them, and we DID fool around, sometimes a lot."

I said, "Okay, but that was fifteen years ago and well before we met, how does that affect us?"

She said, "I don't think she has changed very much so watch yourself."

I said, "What the heck does that mean."

She said, "I think she is going to try to get you to fuck her." I said, incredulous, "Really!! Seriously?!!

Cat said, "Yes I know, she is supposed to be my friend, but she just can't help herself." I said, "And you put up with THAT!!?"

Cat said, "I was never afraid of losing any men to Emma, but she has no concept of appropriate when she has had too much to drink. When Emma was drunk one day at our house, she even came on to my daddy."

I thought to myself, "Well, that's certainly new insight into Cat and her family." I grinned and said, "If she tries to fuck me, you'll rescue me - right? Or are you going to just sit back and let her have her way with me?" Cat threw a pillow at my head.

*****

I have seen Cat dress for every conceivable situation. In all of those cases her appearance will range from fabulous to outright stunning. But it was obvious that she was gunning for big game tonight. That was because she had put on an outfit that would have made Aphrodite the Greek goddess of love melt with pure envy.

Cat has absolutely perfect legs and the dress that she had on was designed to show them off to their ultimate advantage. She once told me that that was a tactic she used to emphasize her sexuality. She obviously couldn't show up at a nightclub without anything on her boobs or her ass. But leaving her legs uncovered to her mid-thigh is perfectly acceptable. And she knew that no man would miss the superb musculature of those thighs or the shapeliness of those calves.

The dress itself was some sort of light silk that Cat would have frozen to death in if she was not going to spend the vast majority of her time exercising on a hot dance floor. She was wearing some sort of stealth thong contraption underneath, which made it look like she was not wearing panties and at the same time nicely covered up all of the strategic spots.

Cat's legs are so perfectly colored that she never needs to wear nylons. But in this case she had a pair on that went just above the radically high hemline of her dress and gave her legs a sparkle. The upper part of the dress was very light silk, but it absolutely hid whatever she had on underneath.

Cat's makeup was what was different. My wife can go completely without makeup and look better than most women. I get used to seeing her that way. But when she does those indescribably beautiful eyes and applies the other feminine touches to her face she has the potential to stop male hearts.

Apparently my wanted myocardial infarctions for the house, because she was so artfully made up that her beauty made you want to weep. Then I got close enough to her to smell her perfume. That was the final fatal touch.

Cat wears something that she has specially made at a little perfumery in the 1st arrondissement of Paris. It works with her body chemistry in a way that should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention. Your first thought when it hits you is total and complete yearning passion, followed by an overwhelming desire to become her love slave.

I was probably snorting and pawing the ground because she did a quick spin move out the door before I could grab her. She would not let me mess up her carefully done war paint in the elevator. So, I followed in her wake all the way down to the lobby, bounding along like Pepe Le Pew.

The view of those magnificent buns twitching without the benefit of panties covering them was unspeakably moving to my male mind. Emma was waiting for us down there. If Cat had gone for the nuclear option Emma had tried to match her megaton for megaton. She was done up in a way that emphasized her porcelain skin and flashing green eyes.

Where Cat had chosen to minimize her splendid chest, Emma had clearly decided to go all out with emphasizing her large shapely breasts. That was understandable given that she could never match Cat's advantages in the ass and legs department.

Emma had a magnificent pair of bouncers. They were on display to a point where I was wondering what kind of super glue she was using to keep her nipples barely concealed under the cut of her dress. Since Emma's skin was so flawlessly translucent the emerald color of the dress seemed to make it glow. And she was showing a lot of her slim beautifully shaped legs at the bottom.

I had hired a car for the evening. I like Maybach 62s as an evening town car because they provide the sort of quiet, sensual luxury necessary to make the right statement. The two women sat in the back. I sat up front with the driver.

I thought the poor guy was going to die from sheer longing having two women like that sitting behind him, chatting. The club Emma had selected was literally right around the corner from the Sacher on the other side of the Burggarten. Even so I wanted these two fabulous beauties to arrive in proper style. Traipsing several blocks from the hotel in their clubbing gear just didn't cut it.

We had gotten there after the music had kicked off and the huge black guy who was holding the rope gave me the sort of glance that required a few hundred Euros. It was clear that he would have personally escorted my two remarkable female companions to their tables. But a mid-40s guy was not on the guest list.

Emma said a couple of things to him, and he did the grand gesture with a sweep of his arm, and I pressed the money into his hand and followed them into the wall of sound that passed for music.

Cat of course didn't stop until she was out on the floor. Cat never waits to be asked to dance. All she has to do is appear on the floor and she attracts partners. She was out there with her arms over her head doing something with her hips that made you think of sultans and dancing girls and drifting sensual hashish smoke.

Tonight, in a dress that covered everything but still left her amazing round buns there for everybody to see... Cat actually had a couple of men stop dancing with their partners and follow her, like the Pied Piper, as she walked to the spot that she had decided to post up in. Knowing the perfume cloud that my wife was trailing I could understand why.

Emma looked at me with a question in her eye and we both made our way over to the bar. The crowd more-or-less parted as she walked along and filled in behind us. All I could think of was Moses and the Red Sea. Except this version was a lot better looking than Charlton Heston or any of his Hollywood leading ladies.

I bought her a drink and we appropriated one of the tables right by the dance floor. Cat was in the middle of the floor dancing with what appeared to be three guys simultaneously. The sound was deafening. So, talking was out of the question.

We hadn't been there 2 minutes when some mid-twenties stud, with "wild-and-crazy Eastern European Guy," written all over him asked Emma to dance. She smiled at me with her eyes and went out onto the dance floor. Her moves were nowhere near as polished and graceful as Cat's, but they might actually have communicated more raw sexual promise.

I was doing what I normally do, which is watch the people around me. They were an eclectic crowd of whatever passed for a yuppie in that City. The average seemed to be mid-20s up to Cat's age. I was not what you might consider prime goods at that place since by that group's standards I was an old man at 43. Oddly enough, the music was stuff that I recognized. It was mostly the late '70s and '80s tunes that I remembered from my off-base military days.

After demonstrating the difference between an amateur and a professional dancer, Cat came over to where I was sitting. She was hot so she slammed the gin and tonic that I had bought for her, which is heavy for her and then asked for another. She gulped that down and went back on the floor. Emma appeared, with the same glow on. She asked me if I would buy a pitcher of gin and tonics. I said, "Sure".

The bar was a rat-race, so I ordered three pitchers just to keep from having to go up there again. I drank another glass while Emma finished one of the pitchers. I remembered what Cat had said about her problems with alcohol, but she looked just fine to me.

I went back to the bar and replaced the pitcher and bought two more because it was getting hot in there and even Cat was coming over more frequently than usual for a drink. Cat's visits were more like pit stops at the Indy 500 than they were actual drinking stopovers. But she was clearly hot and thirsty.

Emma came by every time she didn't have a partner, which was almost never. But when she did she would make a pitcher disappear. I took a little inventory of the empty pitchers that I had in front of me and the total was six, of which I might have finished half of one. I went back to the bar and bought three more.

They played a slow tune. It was one that I recognized from my Fort Campbell days and Cat appeared. We almost never dance together, since I am scary-bad clumsy. But this was a chance to hold my gorgeous wife while I shuffled around and no male in their right mind would pass up a chance to feel that beautiful little hard body pressed against them.

I put my hands together behind her back, just above her butt and pulled her into me. She squashed those huge pillow tits of hers against my chest. I could feel them moving and shifting between us and frankly the hard-on that I was sporting was exerting the kind of pressure on my zipper that is normally experienced only at great depths on the ocean floor. She put her arms around my neck and rested her lovely head on my chest and we swayed and hugged.

It was an incredibly sensual moment. Her perfume and a slight smell of her sweat were making me mad with desire and her little moans told me that she was enjoying the interlude too. She seemed a bit drunk, but she was not in the league of her friend, who was in the arms of some guy who was rubbing her left butt cheek with one hand while his other seemed to be giving her right tit a massage.

Emma had her head resting on the guy's shoulder and she had a look of total sexual involvement on her face. The music ended and Cat went back to doing what she does. I drifted back to the table and poured myself another drink. I was trying to be casual about the huge lump in my pants, but I don't think anybody noticed in the noise and heat.

I was watching my wife dance, which is one of my favorite past-times. The guy she was dancing with was very good looking, in a Mediterranean way. He was also a great dancer, not in Cat's league but much better than the rest of the men out there.

They danced front to front and then Cat turned and presented her butt to the guy. Cat has the biggest roundest buns a woman can have without having an ounce of fat on them. In her present thong get-up, there was nothing covering them except a few microns of silk. The guy, in perfect harmony with the rhythm slapped her hard on one of her butt cheeks.

What he did was perfectly appropriate to the dance at that point. Then he did it again, still in seamless harmony with the music. I was expecting Cat to turn around and deck him since she does not like being manhandled. But instead, she turned toward him and did a teasing little finger shaking, "no-no-no" move that fitted perfectly with the choreography.

Cat then turned back to rotating her butt in some sort of sensual dance move and got it slapped twice more, hard. It still fitted the dance. She turned toward him this time but rather than seeing anger I saw pure lust. She put her arms around his neck while holding her body away from him and swayed her tits close to his chest. Then she turned away again.

He slapped her several times on her essentially bare ass. It was all in time to the music and if it had been on stage it would have looked like it was choreographed. Cat's mouth dropped open and she hung her head like she couldn't hold it up any longer. But she still rhythmically rotated her beautiful butt toward the guy. He slapped her again. She turned toward him and did the same "no-no-no" move but I could see that she was absolutely turned on.

Cat's eyes were closed, and her chest was heaving like she was in the middle of an intense fuck, not a dance. She never stopped rotating her hips rhythmically in front of her partner's crotch. It was in perfect time with the music, but she never actually touched the dude. Then the song ended.

Without stopping or even acknowledging the guy Cat marched over to me, grabbed me by one arm and dragged me toward the toilets. She didn't say a word, but her actions conveyed desperation. Before we got to either bathroom, we passed a little store room for janitorial supplies.

Cat is small but very strong and she grabbed me by both collars and yanked me into the closet slamming the door. It was pitch black in there, but since she had ahold of me she had no trouble yanking on my belt, pulling out what she wanted, pushing her magnificent buns against me and inserting it into her.

The heat was indescribable. Then she proceeded to push frantically back against me like she wanted every inch inside her. While she did that she began to frantically slap her own butt. I got the idea and took over that task with great pleasure. She pushed back like a mad woman loudly moaning and gasping, while I spanked her in a sensuous rhythm, not hard enough to hurt her but plenty hard enough to stimulate her.

After four or five slaps she came very wetly and loudly, bucking frantically. I did not come simply because the sensuality of the moment was so extreme that all I could think about was how humbly and totally I appreciated the love of this woman. Her turning toward me pulled me out of her. She kissed me with a passion that was a little extreme even for her and said, "Thank you! I love you!!" That was it. We put ourselves together and walked back to the table holding hands.

Every time I think that that incredible woman can't surprise me she does something that further proves that she is an infinite source of sexual delights. I didn't even come in her, didn't really want to truth be told. But her indescribably passionate erotic performance had excited me in some abstract way; much more sensual than simply firing it off inside her.

As I watched her go back to dancing, like we had not just had a wild sexual moment, I marveled at the absolute profundity of her female spirit. Since as far back as I can remember I have always been in awe of Cat's strength of character and her rock solid integrity. That was true in this case. It was obvious that she had sought me out the moment she crossed the point of no return with her own arousal. And I didn't feel like I was providing a cock for her pleasure. It felt like she was making a statement about our absolute bond as husband and wife; that she could trust me to always be there when she needed me that way. It was humbling.

Because we had lost twenty minutes I thought it would be a good idea if I started looking around for the other member of the group. That was Emma. She had disappeared completely, and I was thinking that she had perhaps gone off with somebody, as Cat had warned me she might. I asked the bartender if he had seen her. Bartenders always know where the best looking women in the room are. He told me that she had gone into the "Elite Room."

That room is strictly reserved for the beautiful people who want to take a break from the dancing and the noise. Essentially it is an expensive place for my social betters to drink and mingle with each other, without riffraff like me getting in the way.

Cat was still shaking her booty out on the dance floor. So, I wandered over to the Elite Room door. The large gentleman who controlled access to it made it clear that I wasn't beautiful or "elite" enough to go into the Elite Room. I convinced him otherwise, with a large donation that I tucked into his pocket.

It was much quieter in there, thickly carpeted with funky modern décor but civilized. There was a group standing in a corner of the room talking animatedly. Emma was among them. I looked her over like I had never seen her before.

Her beauty far outshone the other women in that group. Her thick copper hair was done in some sort of fashion model ponytail that emphasized the faultless bone structure of her face. Her stunning green eyes set over those flawless cheek bones shone with good humor as she talked. Her outsized and high riding breasts sat on her tall and elegant frame with a yard of cleavage showing. Her hips were lithe and supple with two small perfectly formed buns. She was constantly turning to face whoever was talking.

Cat walked up behind me as I was admiring Emma's beauty. She said, "Down boy, that one is strictly off limits." I said, "After the way you just ravaged me I can't even think about another woman". She said, "You haven't seen anything yet. Wait until we get home."

As we approached the group Emma was arguing with one of the men. I heard her say in a teasing fashion, "You men are all alike. You ALL think that every woman is just dying to get it from you and all you have to do is just push a few of our buttons and we'll give it up."

The man she was arguing with said, "I didn't say that. What I said was that no woman can withstand fifteen minutes of serious sexual stimulation without wanting to get fucked".

Emma laughed out loud and said, "What's the difference. You could stimulate me for as long as you want, and I would never give it up to you because I don't find you attractive." Cat nodded in agreement, but I could see that Emma was digging herself into a hole.

The man said, "That's just you talking. I guarantee that if I had fifteen minutes of free access to your body, you would be begging me to fuck you". Emma had clearly had too much to drink because instead of saying, "In your wildest dreams asshole!" she said, "Not a CHANCE!" and stood there laughing.

That pissed the guy off. He said heatedly, "Easy to talk bitch, why don't you prove it!" Emma looked at him like he had just crawled out from under a rock and said, "This is a stupid discussion. No woman is going to just give a total stranger carte blanche!!" She sounded really irritated at the mere thought.

The man said, "So what you are saying is that you are afraid that you won't be able to stop if I started to sex you up?"

Emma said, "Of course I COULD, any woman could!"

He said, "So I'll make you a deal. If you let me just kiss you for five minutes and then you tell me to stop you win and I am a stupid male pig." Cat was nodding enthusiastically, like she wanted Emma to defend the honor of all of the women in the group. I could see that the guy's logic was leading down a very slippery slope. But then again, I was not drunk or totally pissed off.

So instead of telling the guy to go fuck himself Emma said, "You've got yourself a deal buddy!!" The guy looked like he expected that to happen. He'd obviously done this before. But Emma was a big girl. She could make her own mistakes."

Emma's willingness to pick up the gauntlet led to the where's? and how's? The final agreement was that they would adjourn to one of the Elite Club's "privacy" rooms which sat along the far wall. Those rooms were reserved for the elite guests, should they feel like that they needed some time alone to admire themselves.

There were nice soft couches in each room, and it was obvious what the real purpose was. The space cost extra, but Emma paid the large Slavic person, who was regulating access, for the privilege of using one for the night. She said laughing, "This embarrassment is on me".

Cat and I would come along as witnesses, and I would hold the stopwatch. The whole situation was beginning to get the look and feel of a gunfight at high noon. The guy had one of his friends along as a "second". As we walked into the room I was thinking. "All we need NOW is a brace of Colt 45s".

It was very private in there, no windows and just one door. It was tastefully decorated if your tastes run to "punk" art. The walls themselves were indirectly lit and appeared to be soundproof. That seemed like a functional feature rather than a décor item. I had a feeling that a lot of screaming was done in there.

We locked the door to ensure that there would be no unwanted intrusions. The agreement was that I would hold the stopwatch and call out the time when they reached the five minute mark. They would just kiss to start and any progress beyond that point would take place only if Emma permitted it.

The guy's second would keep an eye on the stopwatch to make sure that I wasn't diddling the time. Cat would be responsible for ensuring that the rules of engagement were followed. Before they started the man suggested that we all have a drink, just to get to know each other. My inner voice told me, "He's just doing that so he can have more time to work on her." I should have thought of another option.

The guy's second went back out of the room and got us all drinks. The drink interlude took a little time and during the delay Emma's adversary was sitting next to her idly stroking her firm thigh. Emma didn't seem to notice. The guy who went out for the drinks knocked and I let him back in. He carefully handed each drink out as if he was trying to keep track of who got what.

We sat and drank for a minute or two without anybody saying a word. The guy had progressed from indolently stroking Emma's thigh, to running the back of his hand up and down her bare arm. She took several sips of her drink. The silence was getting uncomfortable. Finally, Emma said, "Let's get this over with." She sounded like she was having buyer's remorse.

I said to Emma, "You know you don't have to do this. You can walk away right now." She pounded the drink and said with determination, like she had just decided something herself, "I want to crush this pig" and she nodded in the direction of her opponent.

My little voice shook its head in disgust and said, "She wouldn't even consider this if she was sober," and I told her that.

Emma was pissed. She said, "Are you telling me that you don't think I can say no to this guy?"

That gave me a choice of bad answers, so I just raised my eyebrows and sat back holding the watch. Cat smacked me and said, "Start the watch. This is all going to be over in five minutes".

The two of them were sitting on the couch next to each other. Emma was sitting up straight, facing forward; knees locked primly together, hands on knees. The guy was turned sideways facing her. He leaned slowly toward Emma, and she turned her face to him expecting to be kissed.

Instead, he stopped a few millimeters from her lips and just hovered there. She opened her eyes and looked inquiringly at him a certain amount of concern written in her expression. He continued to just linger, his lips almost touching hers, but not quite. She closed her eyes and seemed to be feeling his nearness. It was plainly getting to her.

Then he moved the final millimeter forward and just touched his lips to hers. It was not so much a kiss as a light connection. Her eyes flew open again and she was looking fixedly at him from about two inches away. Her eyes closed again, and she pressed her lips forward, but he backed off leaving just the lightest touch.

Emma made a little sound of irritation and opened her eyes again. He lightly nibbled her lower lip and proceeded to work his way along it to the corner of her mouth softly working on her lips. Emma was starting to breathe faster than normal, and her eyes flew open again. I could see something in them that was not there earlier, rising interest. He put his lips gently on hers in a real kiss. Her eyes closed. I looked at the watch one minute had passed.

They kissed like regular lovers for a short time and then he began to back away again. She pressed forward and he retained the contact, but very lightly. He was working on her lips with his.

Another minute passed like that.

Then he pushed forward hard with his lips, and you could see that his tongue was knocking on her door, licking her lips. She gave a small moan and then inexorably her jaw relaxed. They engaged in a frantic tongue swapping kiss as Emma's breathing increased to a point where it was clearly audible. She was making regular little "moaning" noises. Two minutes had passed.

While they were kissing, he dropped his hand to her huge left tit. The boob was nearly naked thanks to cut of the dress. He gave her bare skin a caress and then the whole thing a squeeze. Rather than telling him to stop she gave a quiet groan and opened her eyes. She was now looking at him with a very hot expression as they kissed. I knew right then that she wasn't going to make it?" He continued to caress the swell of her breast over the top of her dress.

The squeezes, strokes and manipulations got much more forceful. He was now rubbing his thumb persuasively over the area where her nipple lay, just at the point where the deep cut of her dress stopped, and her skin began. You could see both nipples radically increase in size. She moaned louder. Three minutes had passed.

He dropped his hand to the hem of her dress. He pushed it up so that her panties showed in the delta between her tightly closed legs. He began to work his hand into that delta.

Emma's legs began to part, very slowly, almost against her will; until they had spread far enough that his hand was resting directly on her pussy over her panties. He began to rub her pussy while kissing her passionately. Emma emitted a loud snort that might have been audible in the next room, even with the soundproofing. Then she slowly and inexorably began to spread her legs giving him full access.

I thought, "That's a very bad sign." I looked at Cat. She was watching the proceedings with hunger written on every aspect of her body. Emma in the meantime was beginning to moan loudly as the guy continued to work on her still fully clothed pussy.

You could see his fingers dimpling her panties over her pussy as he plunged in and out of her hole. She was now panting loudly and emitting sharp cries. Then five minutes arrived. I called "TIME." Emma was so lost in her own arousal that she didn't even notice. Cat was nearly as oblivious. I could hear her panting next to me.

The guy heard me because he gave me a sly look raised his hand and proceeded to dramatically dip it down inside the front of Emma's panties. Then I could see his fingers on her pussy underneath them. He buried two fingers directly in her.

Emma yelled out a loud, "Ahhhh!!" and began to buck against his hand. I expected her to come any second and end this farce. But the guy was too smart for that. He quickly withdrew his hand. As he withdrew his hand Emma was left bucking the air. She shouted an annoyed "Ohhhh!"

He began to unzip Emma's dress. She leaned passively forward so he could slip it over her shoulders and down to her waist. Her big tits were on display. She was not wearing a bra. Her magnificent bare boobs quivered like mounds of Jell-O as she leaned back. They were big and firm with long red nipples jutting prominently from the large pink aureoles.

I found myself getting very erect at that sight. Cat had slipped her hand down into her lap and was pressing on things down there. Six minutes had passed. The guy lowered his head and teased a nipple with his teeth. Emma cried out.

He then licked and pulled at the nipple. She gasped loudly and hissed with passion. He pulled one back about an inch with his teeth. She shouted with pure lust, "Ohhhh!"

He said, "You can make this stop. Just tell me you want me to fuck you." She shook her head "no". I don't think she had any words at that point. Seven minutes had passed.

He said, "Slide up". She shifted her hips up and he slid her dress and dripping wet panties down over her long strong legs, to puddle on the floor. She was only wearing high heels and thigh high white nylons now. My little friend in my pants was banging on my zipper demanding to be let out. Cat was actually massaging her nether parts.

The guy moved between Emma's legs and began to nip and lick in the area above her shaven pussy, not touching her lips below. She was moaning loudly and constantly, trying to hump his chin as he worked over that space. He sat back and looked into her lust stoned eyes and said, "No you don't, you've got to say it first!" She let out a loud cry of sheer frustrated anguish.

He moved lower than and just ran his tongue lightly over her clit. She cried out and began to tremble in the beginnings of an orgasm. But he pulled completely away, and she let out a long low moan of increasing exasperation.

He said mildly, "Just say it. Just say you want me to fuck you." She looked at him with hunger in her eyes but shook her head "no."

He went back to lightly tracing the lips of her pussy with his tongue. She cried loudly and humped her hips wildly. But he was giving her nothing to hump against. Then he blew a hot blast of air on her clit. She shouted, "Oh God!!!" and collapsed back holding onto the couch with white knuckled fingers. Those were the first words I had heard her say since the challenge began. Ten minutes had passed.

Emma's boobs were rising and falling in gasps. Her breathing could be heard all over the room. She was moaning loudly and constantly. The guy's friend was actually sitting on a chair in the corner with his dick out whacking himself.

I could now see exactly how Emma's behavior with men could lead Cat into situations where she would end up in some stranger's bed. The level of sexual tension was off the end of the scale. And, unless the people watching that incredible display had joined the undead, everyone, me included, was looking for somebody, ANYBODY, to help them take the edge off.

The guy moved up between Emma's legs to mount her, except he was still fully clothed. She was lying flat on the couch naked except for her nylons and heels, passionately gripping the cushions in both outstretched hands.

He kissed her and she kissed back with extreme passion, making little grunts as she did it. It sounded like somebody was poking her in the stomach. That was when I noticed that the guy had taken out his cock and was indeed actually literally poking her in the stomach. He was humping into the wide area between her hips and above her pussy, in the general area of her belly button. The sensation of a cock pushing into her lower belly, even if it wasn't actually inside her, set off a series of wild cries from Emma. Twelve minutes had passed.

She let out a loud groan of submission and said something to him as he kissed her and continued to hump his cock along her lower belly. He drew back and said, "What was that? What did you say??" She said something inaudible while sounding like she was choking to death. He said, "I'm sorry but I didn't hear you. You're going to have to say that a lot louder.

Emma said something louder but still not audible. He said, "I still can't hear you".

Finally, I heard her say, in a voice that was loud enough for everybody to hear it, "Fuck me, you have to fuck me!!"

He said, "Does that mean I win?" She said hysterically, "Yesssss just fuck meeee!!!"

He stood up leaving Emma on the couch, writhing in the throes of desperation. The guy's friend had already come and was more-or-less draped in his chair. Cat was watching intently. My little fellow was telling me that I had better put him inside my wife very soon or he was going to go off with or without her help.

The man slowly dropped all of his clothes on the floor and got between Emma's legs. She was still lying on her back on the couch writhing. He put himself against her entrance. She threw her arms around his shoulders and shoved her legs into the air. Then he very slowly pushed into her, not very far. She yelled, "Ahhhh" and tried to hump him the rest of the way in. But he stayed pushed only very slightly into her entrance.

She said, "You have to fuck me now! You have to fuck me!"

He said, "I'm not sure" and pulled it out. Emma screamed. She just shrieked, "Fuck me. I'll do ANYTHING. Just fuck me".

The guy said, "Anything?" Emma screamed, "Yesss just fuck me!"

The guy got on top of her. She inserted him, threw her arms around his shoulders like she was not intending to let go and wrapped her legs around his ass to hold him there. The two of them fucked wildly for about ten seconds. Then the intensive stimulation Emma had been getting translated itself into the mother of all orgasms.

She threw her head back, let out a continuous wailing scream from a mouth that was constricted into the widest "O" possible and writhed wildly. Then she started the full body shaking. Her hands turned to claws and raked the guys back. He continued to pound her, and she almost immediately came again. That went on for minutes, with her coming violently every few seconds.

I wasn't able to keep a count of the number of Emma's orgasms. That was because Cat had mounted me face to face on the chair. She had pulled her dress up and pushed her thong aside, popped me in and was humping me like a mad woman.

The feeling of her aroused pussy was absurd, the smell intoxicating and frankly I didn't care where I was sitting, all I could think about was the intense sexual pleasure that I was getting from Cat's ministrations. After what we had just witnessed we were not in a mood for a long lingering fuck. We both came practically together in about 30 seconds.

Cat was making loud wails in counterpoint to Emma's continuing wild cries and throwing herself around in my arms. I was concentrating on not falling out of the comfortable couch we were sitting on... while I came like father time himself. It was all-in-all the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced.

I don't think Cat was far behind in that category, since she literally slumped in my arms as she does when she passes out momentarily from the excitement of the experience. Except we were sitting with her ass fully exposed and my cock sunk to the hilt in her, right in the middle of an expensive private room in a Vienna nightclub.

We both recovered with her sitting astride me and with me still rock-hard inside her. She looked a little shamefaced and said, "Sorry but I had to do that".

I said, "You bet you did, or I was going to be guilty of spousal rape." She smacked me and slowly withdrew.

I slid out of her. It was an exquisite feeling to move down her white hot love canal and into the cold open air. My unit still looked like the Empire State Building, but I folded him over and made him decent.

The guy and Emma were now trying it doggy style with her kneeling on the floor. She was making loud animalistic grunts. Slapping the couch over-and-over with an open palm and thrusting her large firm ass back at him as hard as she could.

I wasn't honestly sure which hole he had it in. The guy's friend had left the room if not the building. We slipped furtively through the door of the privacy room and back out into the main room. The people out there were still mingling.

It seemed like an eternity since we had gone in there, but it was only a half an hour. I locked the door to the privacy room behind me. I had no idea when those two were coming out. But we were leaving.

Before we left, however, I had a question to ask the bartender. There was a small well-stocked bar in that room, which the beautiful people could access to restock their drinks without having to go out into the craziness of the dance floor.

The guy working behind it looked sleazy enough. I approached him and slid two 100 Euro notes over the bar under my hand. He could just see the denomination. I definitely had his interest. I made sure of that.

I said in a conspiratorial tone, "I just picked up that total hottie over there" and nodded toward Cat. He glanced over at her, and he looked like a big rat that had just spotted some choice camembert. His eyes opened wide with approval. I said with a wink, "Have you got something to make her even hotter."

The guy didn't even blink, "He said I have something that's almost pure X".

I said, "Brilliant! Ecstasy ought to loosen her up!!" He looked at the 200 Euros. I looked at him. He reached under the bar and slid a foil package across to me. I let go of the 200 and he slid it into his pocket.

I said, "Will that work like the stuff you sold my buddy for the woman in that room?" and nodded back toward the room Emma was in. He looked at Cat standing there and laughed like an accomplice and said, "Absolutely! You are going to own that hot bitch's pussy just like the guy in there!"

I laughed and said, "Thanks Doc", while adding both him and the guy who was still banging Emma to my special little list.

I walked over to Cat, and she said, "What was that all about?" I unwrapped my hand and surreptitiously showed her the little foil packet as we were exiting the room.

Cat looked at me puzzled and said, "What's that?" I said it is high grade powdered Ecstasy."

Cat said, "What's that?" Like she couldn't connect the word with the thing I was holding in my hand.

I said, "It's a designer drug that will loosen every inhibition that you own and make you fuck all night. I suspected that the second guy put something in Emma's drink. Here it is."

Cat looked horrified and said, "Do you mean he drugged her?"

As I sprinkled the contents of the package on the floor of the club I said, "It's too late now but Miss Emma is going to hate herself in more ways than one in the morning." Now let's get out of this place.

*****

Talk about decadence. I was striding purposely toward the car, but Cat stopped me and insisted that we walk back to the hotel. I think she had had enough of la dolce vita for the night. The evening was chilly, but the sky was perfectly clear, there was a full moon to light our way.

The Hotel was only about a half mile away walking through the Burggarten, which is incredibly lovely at night. I looked at my gorgeous little wife standing there in all of her self-contained cat-like glory and my heart melted.

Cat is always my best friend and my only true companion, and our lives together have been that way because she is so physically and mentally strong and spirited. Her love shone back at me from those extraordinarily striking, deep, intelligent eyes. I didn't even have to think to recognized how blessed I was.

Since Cat was essentially wearing nothing on her entire body but a little thin silk I took off my coat and put it over her shoulders. Coming out of the heat and noise of that place the cool air felt wonderful. I could have walked forever.

We strolled hand in hand through the trees of the Burggarten without saying anything. I knew she was thinking the same thing, "Nothing will ever ruin our happiness because we have each other."

I felt sorry for her friend in every conceivable way. But I was also cognizant of the fact that Emma was in the situation she was in because she lacked Cat's fundamental wisdom and strength of character. I stopped my wife on the path and kissed her as tenderly and lovingly as I could just to tell her how essential our intimate bond was to me.

Cat stood on her toes, threw her arms around my neck, and pulled herself up into me, while kissing me lovingly back. The emotion that that simple gesture generated in me was ten times hotter than any of the fucking we had done that night.

When we got to our room I really didn't want to do anything but hold her. I am sure that if we had not had outrageous sex at the club I would have been ripping her dress off, because I always want to make love to her. But I was in some sort of emotional state, where my love for Cat the essential human being had taken control over the part of me who can't get enough of her body. I wanted to just feel her next to me and know I wasn't alone. She is much better adjusted socially than I am, in that she has other people in her life that she cares about. With me it is just her.

Cat will never understand what she brings to our marriage. A person like me has essentially been alone his whole life. Having another soul, I am so totally attuned to love me back with the same feelings that I always have for her is a vital part of my entire well-being. When I am with her my life has purpose. Without her I have nothing.

So, I hugged her hard curves and soft womanly features and fell asleep happy in the knowledge that I would wake up tomorrow morning, and for many mornings afterward, with this wonderful woman. That thought might sound like sentimental slush to people who haven't actually experienced it. But believe me; once you have a woman like Cat, you will not need anything else.