Free Balustrade by Mark Henry Page B

that was closer to the truth. But her urge to bolt from the room, snatch wet as fuck and considering impaling herself on her husband’s cock, was squashed as Ludo let out a bellowing moan.
    She twisted back to take in the spectacle.
    Ludo’s arched from the back of his chair in fits. Cum pulsed from his throbbing cock over Chantal's lips in thick creamy gushes. The expression on his face was helpless bliss. His eyes flew skyward as Chantal jacked at him, squeezing every drop of jism from him and letting it wash over her tongue.
    When she was done, she stood up, straightened her skirt, and hovering over Ludo's still ecstatic face, bending down for a kiss. She squeezed his cheeks until his lips parted and then, in a completely unexpected turn of events, opened her own mouth, drizzling his seed back into him.
    Hilary clasped her hand across her mouth.
    Ludo lunged for Chantal, lapping his come from her lips. Swallowing it, audibly.
    Hilary didn't kno w what to make of the act, there was a power to it that she found irresistible, as though giving his come back to him—making him take it—communicated a denial, or possibly a refusal.
    Chantal had controlled him, dominated him, directing his pleasure with the skill of a maestro conductor, plumbing the depths of his sensuality.
    Regardless of an inability to fully assess her own feelings about what she had witnessed, Hilary could not deny her own need, her desire to quench her own thirst for sex. She needed relief...and soon.
    Chantal withdrew with a laugh and strode from the room, stopping with her hand on the frame and glancing back at Hilary. “You'd better find your husband,” she said, knowingly.
    And without a further glance at Ludo's recombinant form, Hilary leapt from the sofa and followed Chantal down the long corridor, passing her in the courtyard to return to her room, their room.
    To find Jack.
     
     

7
     
     
    The festivities were still in full swing.
    The sounds of sex blended together in the courtyard like the waller of a crowd after a jury verdict. Once again she noticed the acts going on in the rooms as she passed, whereas she didn't recall paying them any attention at all on the walk back from Ludovic's office, so flummoxed was she by the scenario.
    So turned on.
    Hilary didn't know it was possible to be as horny as she was at that moment, and for that she guessed she was thankful. She'd learned something from witnessing Chantal's oral seduction of Ludo. Something she didn't take lightly.
    Abandon.
    It had been that rare experience, once had, you long for it immediately. You mourn its passing. She could feel something akin to grief taking over her as she passed rooms overflowing with sexual bliss in all of its forms. She lingered outside, sometimes alone, at times with others, holding each other up like drunks as the participants screwed each other into shouts of oblivion.
    Hilary made her way to the second floor, to the staff floor and noticed there were curtains on the windows and names on the doors. She stopped at one and stared at the engraved plate, an odd feeling settling in like summer rainstorm. The sign read: Glynnis and Gerald Crawford .
    The suggestives were couples?
    Hilary backtracked to the previous room. Julian and Clay Ellis-McInerny . And the one before that. Alex and Sandra Marron . Rachel and Megan Rhodes-Chow . She stopped in her tracks, trying to make sense of it. The staff's behavior at the cocktail party hadn't suggested that they were anything but single.
    So many of them were surrogates, most in the rooms upstairs fucking the guests or being fucked, teaching old dogs new tricks. Old fucks, new fucks. It didn't make any sense. Hilary couldn't imagine a scenario where a couple was a better option.
    Didn't jealousy come into play? No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she began to hear a scuffle further down the hall. Muffled shouting that she couldn't resist. The voices raised in anger.
    “ This is the wrong meat!” a