Too Tough To Tame Ch. 02

-one-

Almost every evening before he went home from the office, Matt Raines stopped in at the compound bar and had a nice relaxing drink. It wasn't that he couldn't relax at home but just that he enjoyed the privacy he got while he was in the bar.

Matt poured the dark foaming bottle of beer into his tall glass and leaned 'back in his chair to enjoy his solitude. After a sip of beer, his thoughts returned irritably to the past three weeks. He was goddamned upsets pissed off! First, Claire had come in that night and sucked him off, and then he too had lost his head and licked her pussy. He couldn't bear to touch her after that and she had been hurt and taken to going out at night without him. He didn't mind her night-time outings so much while they were in the compound, but what was he going to do about them when they left for Dhahran tomorrow? For a woman to go out alone at night there was downright dangerous.

Why, why? he thought. Just why did she have to do this tome? Maybe, some time alone together might help her, some time away from the desert and the compound. She hasn't had a vacation in a long time, maybe that was her problem.

Matt decided to forget his wife's problems for the moment and picked up the local English newspaper. He tried to read but couldn't seem to concentrate. He laid the periodical down with relief when he heard Claire's friend, Francine's voice coming from the door. Francine was one friend of Claire's that he really liked ... she was wild and somewhat of a bitch but then maybe that was why he liked her so well.

The pretty brunette smiled as she, saw Matt sitting in the booth and walked over to the table.

"Hello, there." Francine dropped into a chair across from Matt. "Where's your wife?" She swung her glance around the bar, and not seeing Claire turned inquiring eyes back to Matt. "I don't see her around anywhere."

"I haven't gone home yet," Matt said blandly.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Francine said through a lascivious grin.

"No." Matt chuckled.

"I'm thinking that you two have had some kind of an argument and aren't speaking to each other very much."

"And I'm thinking that you have a big mouth that should keep itself occupied in its own business instead of other people's."

"You're right," Francine agreed. "I was just joking, Matt. I didn't come into this bar to waste my time solving your troubles. Except for one little problem I think you should know about. Matt, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you."

"No bad news, please, Francine. I don't think I can take any right now." Matt shook the last droplets of beer from the bottle into his glass.

"Maybe you ought to have another drink. Maybe you ought to have a whiskey."

"I don't want anything more td drink. I have to go home in a few minutes," Matt said almost angrily.

"What would you say if I told you that sexy blonde wife of yours has been stepping out on you?" Francine shifted in her chair.

"I'd say you were nuts!"

"Crazy? Me, I'm just trying to be a good friend."

"Okay, I take it back," Matt answered.

"The details are a little skimpy, but I got the rundown from the horse's mouth," Francine said.

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to believe me," Francine said. "I'm just reporting what I heard from a friend of mine. Our Claire has been jumping in the sack with this young engineer from the site up north."

"My God," Matt said, feeling like the floor had just lurched beneath him.

"Evidently, the guy's been after Claire for a few weeks now," Francine went on. "And she was confiding in him -- you know, crying on his shoulder."

There was a pause.

"That's right, my friend," Francine went on. "And this engineer told me that yesterday afternoon he was fucking the daylights out of her while you were down at the office."

"That can't be! It's impossible!" Matt Raines turned pale. It just didn't seem like Claire to be carrying on like that. Claire was his wife, she wouldn't cheat on him that way, would she? She had been acting rather strange, lately.

"I've got to get home," Matt said.

Francine rose from the table with him and walked him to the door. "You want my advice, you might try listening to your wife."

"I'll do that, Francine," Matt said as he turned into the sun-drenched street.

Matt Raines stumbled through the winding streets toward the lower part of the compound. The still intense late afternoon heat throbbed into his brain, magnifying the shock and seething anger he felt toward the anonymous engineer and his deceiving wife. Halfway home he stopped and considered finding out who the engineer was, to con front him about it, then realized he was being foolish.

He stood in a shadow, looking up at the azure blue of the Saudi Arabian sky, and tried to cool down. Instinctively, he accepted the truth of what Francine had said. It fit in too well with the usual way Claire had bees acting lately. A kind of listlessness had come over her. Jesus! Matt thought. He knew she was bored, staying out in this compound for so many months at a time, but he had no idea it would come to this!

The best thing to do, he tried to think rationally, was to continue on with the trip he planned. They would both go into Dhahran He would attend the business meeting he planned and then he would devote himself to his wife and her problems. If she wouldn't open up to him, then he would tell her that he knew all about her affair with this engineer fellow and settle it from there. There had to be a reason for her to behave this way and he intended to find out what it was.

For Christ's sake, Matt Raines thought, as he looked over at his wife sitting next to him in the car, she's looking as sexy as a goddamn porno star ... no wonder she's always complaining about being grabbed in the streets!

"It's going to be nice to get away from the compound for a change." She finally broke the silence.

"Even if it is a business trip, it'll be nice to spend some time together," he sighed.

Claire looked out the window toward the low mountains rising west of the tarmac road. Now that they were actually on the way, Claire felt better, even optimistic about the possibilities of getting over the brutal fucking she had received from Calvin Rhodes and for them getting emotionally back together during this trip. Already the incident with the engineer seemed like a bad dream she wanted nothing more than to forget both the tawdry rape and her own infidelity.

They drove for several more minutes without talking. Matt concentrated on his driving as he passed through a herd of sheep and a little later the clay like dwellings that meant they were coming into town.

"Oh my God." Claire yawned later, looking at her watch in the dim car light and then smiling at him. "It's already nine O'clock!"

Matt went up with his wife to their hotel room and, after they'd unpacked their bags, the tall young man said, "I'm sorry, but I've got to go down to the bar and find Meyers. I know it's late, but I do have to meet him for my itinerary tomorrow."

"You can't mean it." Claire turned from the small dressing-table mirror. "I thought we'd spend a nice quiet evening by ourselves."

Matt had changed into a white sports jacket and slacks. Now he poured himself a drink from the bottle of Scotch room service had sent up.

"There are lots of things I'm much rather do than get together with those old fogies, but business is business," he said.

His young wife had changed into a provocative-looking sheer black nightgown. Her wavy blonde hair streamed across her shoulders, a few careless tresses falling seductively over the softly billowing mounds of her tits. Goddamn it to hell! She sure does look nice, Matt gasped to himself.

"Okay, Matt," she said with forced cheerfulness as she turned from the dressing table. "You do what you think is best. I've got a book to pass the time with." She walked across the soft Persian carpet toward him, and he saw their dark and blonde reflections in the mirror-paneled closet door. Her lushly rounded hips and the flat plane of her belly rising to her narrow waist seemed perfectly matched to his athletically lean body.

Matt turned impulsively to the liquor bottle and poured himself another shot. "I'll be out fairly late, so don't wait up for me. I have an early meeting in the morning, then maybe we can go out on the town -- do a little shopping, whatever you want."

"Okay, darling." Claire walked her serious-looking husband to the door.

He stopped so abruptly, just as he was leaving, that they jostled into one another. "One more thing," he said, stepping out into the hall, "I know all about you and that engineer, so you can quit moping around, and try and figure out what we are going to do about it."

Claire was left open-mouthed as he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hall. It was hard to believe that he knew how had he found out so fast -- and she slipped back into the room, feeling nothing more than stunned shock for several minutes. Yes, that was the way it would be with Matt, she finally thought to herself -- cold, controlled, no anger -- a problem to be solved in a logical manner.

Trembling in spite of her concerted efforts, to remain calm, the unfaithful young wife made herself a drink and settled down by the window.

The hotel looked out over the city, and she could see the low green foliage broken by long -- stemmed palm trees illuminated by the city lights. Sighing heavily, she lit a cigarette -- then put it out and sipped her drink. Instead of the shame and guilt she supposed she should have felt, she felt a rising implacable anger.

Everything was all mixed up! She'd thought Matt would at least be angry about her affair with Calvin Rhodes, maybe even ask her why she had let it happen but he had shown no reaction at all. The only emotion he showed was to be more distracted than usual, as though his mind were a million miles away. Worse yet, whatever he was thinking about, she seemed to be a very small part of it. She'd been humiliatingly fucked, then had worked herself into a mood for reconciliation with Matt, and now the only prospect of excitement was the argument they were going to have when -- and if -- she told him why she had let Calvin fuck her.

Claire finished her drink and got up to pour herself another. She stared at the amber-colored liquid splashing into her glass, then reminded herself she was drinking way too much. She paused, just about to take the bottle into the bathroom and pour it down the sink, when she remembered Francine was in town staying at her summer house. After mentioning it to Matt this afternoon, it had completely slipped her mind. The young, dark-haired beauty had asked her to call her house sometime while she was here.

In a vengeful mood. Claire dialed the wondering the number Francine had given her and waited while the servant girl got her on the line.

"Yes?" she heard Francine's voice coming over the phone.

"This is Claire. Look, I can't see you tomorrow, Matt's made a sudden change in plans. He wants us to spend the day together."

"Okay. Is Matt there with you now?"

"No, he's gone down to the bar to have a 'before-the-meeting' meeting with Meyer."

"Why didn't you go with him?" Francine asked pointedly.

"He didn't ask me," Claire admitted. "Besides, it's a business meeting of sorts and he doesn't like me to concern myself with his job."

There was a pause at the other end of the line. Claire could hear only some laughter until Francine said, "Two friends are visiting me here at the house. Maybe you'd like to join us."

"That'd be nice ... but Matt would be furious if he knew I'd gone out without letting him know," the young blonde demurred.

"Who does Matt Raines think he is?" Francine demanded haughtily.

Claire lit a cigarette nervously. The alcohol had burned off some of the nervousness she'd felt earlier and replaced it with an exciting tingle coursing deliciously over the surface of her skin. "You know, I was just wondering the same thing myself," the slightly tipsy wife said with unusual bitterness.

"Come on, Claire," Francine continued. "I've got two very rich, very good -- looking friends. We'll drink some Hassa -- that's an Arabian aphrodisiac, you know -- and maybe have a little fun. Everything you can imagine, with beautiful -- girls and handsome men. If that doesn't relax you, I don't know what will."

"Hassa? Two men?" Claire repeated. Her friend had to be kidding!

But Francine went on, "You're a beautiful girl, Claire, and you deserve to have your fun. I can't stand to see you waste your life waiting for that no-good husband of yours to pay attention to you."

The lonely young wife was convinced. "It's late now," Claire said. "I'll only be able to stay until midnight, then I've got to get back."

Filled now with excited determination, she hung up and changed quickly into a low-cut black dress. After a brisk sweep of the comb through her blonde hair and a dab of makeup. on her cheeks she was on her way down the elevator. For the first time she could remember since her marriage, Claire was in a rebellious mood. Who does he think he is, indeed! she thought in the cab, savoring what Francine had said. Grant didn't have to be so damn condescending. It was as if he thought of her as a child who didn't know any better.

Well, she really hadn't known what she had been doing when she flirted with Calvin Rhodes, but she sure as hell knew what she was doing now!

-two-

Claire Raines knocked nervously on Francine's door and waited for it to open. After a few minutes, she knocked again, irritated that Francine would go out when she was expecting her. After a few more knocks and no answers Claire tried the door herself, and finding it unlocked, she stepped inside. It could very well be that Francine had just not heard her at the door. She might be out on the terrace with her friends or something. Deciding this was probably the case, Claire picked her way carefully toward the French windows on the other side of the living room.

As she walked further into the room, she noticed that a candle was burning in a little alcove by the bar and another in the hall leading to the kitchen. Claire made her way to the candle with the intention of using it to find her way around the house and finding Francine. She picked the candle up in her hand and turned back to the darkened living room. Then, almost dreamily, she paused.

A sound had come from behind a closed door next to the windows. Voices! She thought maybe Francine was in bed with some man. Maybe she'd better leave immediately!

A slight twinge of anger stirred in her at the possibility that Francine expected her to wait outside while she and some man screwed. Picking up her purse, Claire was just about to leave when she heard a man's voice say in French, "Who the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?"

Claire stopped, translated it again. "Who in the hell ever taught you to fuck like that?" the man had said. It came out that way the second time she translated it too.. At first she'd thought she'd heard incorrectly, or translated badly. Involuntarily, she found herself wondering what he was talking about.

The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation, also in French, of, "Ohhhh, do that again! It's wonderful! Don't stop ... don't stop! Ooooohhhh!"

Claire's breath caught in her throat. Moving across the room she saw that the door to the library wasn't quite closed, and she peered into the darkened room located off the living room.

From a candle placed on the big desk she distinguished two naked bodies on the floor locked in a sensual embrace of fucking that caused her to freeze in shock. Francine was lying on her back with her knees raised high in the air, and a dark-haired man was sliding down between her wide-splayed legs until his head was over her naked, curl -- fringed pussy. Then she heard Francine's murmured words, words broken and swallowed and spat with passion, and now she found herself listening, sheer curiosity forbidding her to leave.

Claire's heart pounded wildly. She'd never watched two people actually fucking before -- she'd never imagined it would look like this, and it seemed so strange that they were talking in French.

"Oh yes, darling, lick it ... lick it! Eat my cunt! Ohhhh, it's beautiful ..."

The dumfounded blonde wife could not believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her belly and she blinked her eyes that were hazy from drink, trying to bring them into proper focus to assure herself that she was actually seeing correctly. Francine had clutched at the man's dark hair with both hands and was desperately grinding her nakedly exposed cunt up against his face.

Momentarily, Claire. thought she saw his tongue lash out snakelike and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the brunette's quivering pussy, then little mewling sounds bean to emit from her friend's contorted mouth. The horribly depraved scene was beyond belief, and Claire took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. It was so much like what she and Grant had done.

She tried to clear her head, to think straight. She and Francine had talked openly about oral fucking, but somehow Claire had never believed anybody really did it until she and Matt had licked each other. But my God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust before.

"Harder, darling! Suck harder!" Claire heard her girlfriend exclaim. "Yes, yes, like that ... ohhhh!"

Well ... it wasn't her business, the shocked blonde reminded herself, and something within advised her to turn away and leave before they heard her. But the salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. They actually fascinated her -- yes, aroused her, too, affecting her in a way she would never have dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she felt a strange light-fingered palpitation deep up between her own trembling thighs. And then the exciting sensations increased as the man wagged and bobbed his head furiously, making vile, wet, sucking noises over Francine's splayed-open cunt.

"Aaaaagh," the brunette groaned, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled responsively across Claire's arms and up to her heaving titties, now beginning to rise and fall heavily in vicarious arousal, making the nipples distend against her bra.

As her eyes adjusted to the light in the library behind the door, she could see his lashing tongue more clearly now, working animal like in lewd subjugation at the widespread tightness of Francine's pussy hole, and she could see the contortions on her face above the nakedly trembling tits.

Suddenly he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her rotating ass-cheeks, and she jerked her legs high until her kneecaps were touching her jiggling tits, exposing the whole moist plane of her wetly glistening pussy to her lewdly incited lover. He flicked his tongue into her tight, little puckered asshole beneath, and Claire stared mesmerized by the lascivious sight. A long low moan escaped from the dark-haired man arid she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious irresistible sensation it sent racing out of control through her squirming body.

"Oooooh, don't stop, don't stop!" Francine whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot flicking tongue, licking without mercy at her tiny asshole. "Shove your finger in there! Yes, like that! Oh, yes, stick it in my asshole!"

Claire could hardly breathe now; the excited rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry and the throbbing sensation between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making her excruciatingly aware of her own pulsating cunt. Unconsciously, she, reached down and lewdly stroked her own tingling pussy through her dress.