Chapter 2 .2

Davis also noted that Linda didn't seem to flinch... which sort of surprised him... but he didn't really give it much thought, as he checked his watch and waited anxiously for the moment when the evening could be considered over.

After a few more minutes, Davis saw Darcy leave Linda's side to mingle with some of the other patrons, while Linda and Claude continued viewing the sculptures and framed paintings on display.

At one point, Claude seemed to lean into Linda and whisper something in her ear... Davis thought he saw his wife giggle... then the two of them continued wandering amongst the exhibits... eventually turning corners that took them out of his line of sight.

Davis turned his attention to some of the other high-brow clientele attending the event... enjoying about fifteen or twenty minutes of people-watching... chuckling at the obvious pomposity on display... until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. He caught her eye and waved her over... pointing at the front door to let her know he was ready to leave.

Linda gave him a nod and motioned that she'd meet him out front in a few minutes. Davis went through the front doors... handed the valet his ticket... then waited for him to bring his luxury car around to the entrance. When his car arrived, Davis paid the valet, then sat behind the wheel and waited for his wife to join him.

When she finally came out, Linda leaned into the car window, and said, "Darcy wants to show me something in the curator's workshop real quick... I should just be a few minutes."

Davis said, "Okay." He pointed to an empty space a few feet away, and added, "I'll wait for you over there", and pulled his car into the nearby parking spot to wait.

After listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes, or so, Davis got impatient. He turned the car off... left it where he'd parked it... then went back into the gallery to see if he could find his wife, and maybe figure out what was taking so long.

As soon as he entered the building, he saw Darcy chatting with someone just inside the entrance.

He walked up and gently interrupted her, saying, "Excuse me, Darcy... sorry to intrude, but have you seen Linda in the past few minutes?"

Darcy looked a bit flummoxed, but said, "Oh... I... uh... I saw her earlier... but not recently."

Davis looked a bit confused, and asked, "Well... she said something about your workshop... Can you tell me where that is?"

She stammered a bit, then said, "Uh... yeah... sure... it's over there", pointing to a door at the far end of the room, with a sign on it that said, "Employees Only", then quickly turned away, and resumed her earlier conversation.

A bit puzzled at Darcy's behavior, Davis walked over to the door she'd pointed to and slowly opened it.

He immediately heard grunts and moans... but given the boxes stacked near the front of the room, he couldn't see what was going on. He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right... and saw his wife.... bent over a cluttered workbench in the middle of the room.... getting fucked savagely from behind by a guy with a massive hard-on.

Linda had her hands on the table in front of her for support... her dress tangled around her waist... her panties pulled down to mid-thigh, and stretched tightly between her spread legs... and her heavy breasts banging into each other... over and over... as they flailed wildly beneath her chest.

Davis recognized Claude from earlier, when they'd met out in the main gallery... standing between Linda's spread legs, and roughly hammering a very big cock in and out of her dripping pussy with abandon... jolting her body with his powerful thrusts... his hips making wet, slapping sounds against her ass cheeks with every forward lunge.

Linda had her eyes closed, and it was her grunting and moaning that Davis had heard when he first entered the room.

Davis stood by the stack of boxes... hidden from view... in a bit of shock... as he watched his wife getting plowed by one of the gallery's featured artists. As he silently observed the scene playing out in front of him, his wife dropped her head to the table... and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her... she let out a guttural moan... then mewled and mumbled a bunch of expletives, as an intense, tingly orgasm racked her entire body.

"Oh, fuck, Claude... yeah... holy shit... yeah... harder... damn, that feels good... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... keep going... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... fuck, yeeeaaaahhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, my God... ooooooohhhhhhhh... goddamn, Claude... keep going... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, yeah.... hmmmmmm.."

Davis couldn't believe that he'd just watched his wife getting fucked by an artist... and cumming harder than he'd ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife's dripping wet pussy, Davis suddenly realized that he was getting hard.

He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he unconsciously adjusted the growing lump in his pants, and continued to watch his wife... shoving her hips backwards into every one of Claude's powerful thrusts... grunting, swearing, and encouraging Claude to keep going.

After gasping for air to catch her breath, and enjoying her climax for about a minute, Linda lifted her head and said over her shoulder, "Holy shit, Claude... I thought that blowjob I gave you earlier would get you through the night, but I'm glad you wanted to do this, too.... I didn't realize how much I was looking forward to it."

Claude laughed, and said, "Yeah... me, too... I mean, your blowjob was amazing, as always.... but it's shoving my cock into your pussy that really makes these art shows worth it."

Linda chuckled, and said, "Awww... you say the sweetest things, Claude," then, still looking over her shoulder, she added, "But seriously... You need to hurry up... my husband's waiting for me outside."

Claude chuckled and said, "No problem, babe," then reached around and grabbed her swinging tits.