Free Marriage by Charles Arnold Page A

parting my lips and pushing my tongue into your hole.”
    “And will your moist red lips be warm and soft? And will the pink tip of your tongue be hot?”
    “Yes, Abul. My lips will be warm and soft for you. My tongue will be hot.”
    Abul held up the mirror again. It was several minutes before Kathy could continue. When she finished, she coated her lips with the oily gloss. They were full, bright red and glistening. Abul nodded, “Now, let our guests see how you prepare your mouth to honor me.”
    Kathy looked toward the couch. Ira poked his sister in the ribs, “This is the woman Doctor Gruber said is refined and has good taste. Good taste,” he repeated. They both laughed and were joined by Abul.
    Kathy could feel her face burning as she turned to look up at Doctor Gruber. He stared at her until she had to look away. “Stunning, Mrs. Ryan! You look absolutely stunning!” She noticed his eyes move from her lips to her stiff nipples. His long, pale fingers were clasped at his waist. “Do you really desire those little mechanical brushes so much that you will....”
    “Yes,” she cut him off, “I do.”
    Abul seemed satisfied. He removed the brushes from his pocket and carefully positioned them in the cap, which he handed to Kathy. She pulled up her gown and, spreading her knees, placed the cap against the metal horseshoe shaped plate that adhered to the skin around her clitoris. When the two pieces were matched, Abul touched a button on the remote. They heard a tiny click as the powerful magnets activated. The cap was securely fastened over her clit, which could not come into contact with anything except the brushes. “Would you like me to test them?” Abul asked.
    “Yes, please,” Kathy looked up at him.
    “You’ll need to do better, Mrs. Ryan. Respect and affection are what’s required.”
    Tentatively, Kathy reached for his hands. On her knees, she inched closer and placed his hands on her gown at her waist. He still held the small remote. She looked into his eyes, “I belong to you, Abul. I’m glad you are here in my house.” She guided his hands up until they covered her breasts. He touched the remote, and the brushes began to rotate slowly. Kathy pressed his hands tighter against her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned. Abul touched her mouth with two of his dirty fingers. She parted her lips. He held his fingers where they were until she moved her head forward to take them into her mouth. Abul looked at Doctor Gruber and smiled. As he withdrew his fingers, he stopped the brushes.
    “Please,” Kathy begged, “please, Abul, I need...”
    Abul frowned at her, “I repeat, Mrs. Ryan, affection and respect.”
    Kathy inched forward and, pressing her body against his, rose slowly until she was standing. “If you will come to my bed tonight, I’ll prove how much I respect you, Abul,” she said.
    “And?”
    “I...I...will make love to you...better than I ever made love to my husband.” He looked up at her and grinned. His thin lips were wet with spittle. The firelight flickered over the stubs of his yellow teeth. She leaned toward him and circled her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I will kiss you...kiss you everywhere...all night long. Abul, I’ll make love to you. I will give myself to you in any way you wish. I will do anything you ask. I will worship you in the way you desire.” She took his sneering face between her hands.
    “I killed your husband,” he said.
    She flinched at that. He knew exactly how to hurt her. It was a moment before she could speak. “Yes,” she said, “you killed my husband.” She stared into his eyes, “I loved him more than anything in the world and you took him from me.” For an instant she tightened her hands on his face thinking perhaps if she gave it a hard twist she might break his neck. He touched the button on the remote. She made a small noise in her throat. “Now, you have taken his place and I...I...want you, Abul...I want you. I want to