Triad


Ninth Chapter: Trouble at the Mall

When Helen served our breakfast the next morning, she was
full of praise for our courageous behavior the previous
evening.

"The way you two abandoned yourselves to your lust in
front of a bunch of rather conventional people was quite
remarkable," she commented. "Just imagine what you might
be capable of if you got together with a bunch of people
who bring their own sense of adventure to the party," she
returned to the subject of including other people, more
specifically some of her friends, into our sex life.

"Have you ever thought about having two cocks inside you
at the same time?" Helen tried to waken Cathy's interest
in other partners.

"Why stop at two? I can handle three," was Cathy's
response.

I wasn't sold that easily on the idea. I wanted to know
more about who they were. What were the women like? How
did they compare with Cathy and Helen as far as looks and
sexual appetite were concerned?

Helen was not upset, nor dissuaded, by my reluctance.
"You'll soon have a chance to answer all these questions
for yourself," she promised.

To my surprise, this morning wasn't 'business as usual'
and 'I'll see you downstairs in fifteen minutes'.

"After yesterday's performance, Cathy deserves a small
present - or even a big one - as a sign of recognition.
Don't you agree?" Helen asked me.

I heartily agreed, but confessed at the same time that I
was hopeless and lacking imagination when it came to
buying presents. Cathy would have to come along and
select something she liked. I would gladly foot the bill.

"Alright, I'm going to give you the morning off so you
can go to the mall and buy something nice for Cathy."

So, after we had finished our breakfast, we both got
ready to go to the mall. I felt really strange to put on
the street clothes I hadn't been wearing for some time
and Cathy confessed that she too was feeling weird to be
fully dressed.

I had suggested that Cathy choose a nice dress, one which
both looked elegant and made her figure appear in the
best possible light, but she told me that she had gone
right off clothes. Instead she dragged me into this up-
market jeweler's.

This was the kind of place I would never set foot in on
my own. Not because I'm a hopeless tightwad, although my
stinginess may also play a role, but mainly because it
was the kind of place where I don't feel welcome.
Everything about the shop screamed, 'Don't bother us with
your ugly presence unless you have a cool million sitting
in your bank account, ready to spend.'

It made me think of the story about a lady walking into
Tiffany's in New York City and asking for the price of
one of the items displayed in the window. According to
the story, the sales assistant answered, "If you need to
ask what the price is, Madam, then it's probably too
expensive for you."

Along with the ostentation of the furniture and the rest
of the fittings came the snooty arrogance of the staff
who were looking down on all but the most wealthy of
customers. The sales assistant - she was nothing more
than a snotty-nosed girl with an attitude - didn't bother
to ask us what we were interested in. She led us to one
of the tables, asked us to take seats and offered a
choice of hot and cold beverages. Only then did she
inquire how she could help us.

"We would like to see what you can offer us in the line
of nipple clamps," Cathy said matter-of-factly.

This took even me by surprise. Had I known that that was
what Cathy wanted as a present, I might have told her
that this was definitely not the place to go. But now it
was too late.

The girl was visibly shocked by Cathy's request. She lost
her air of superiority for a moment. Her face blushed
visibly. "Nipple clamps?" she stammered. "I'm sorry
Madam, we don't carry this type of accessory in our
stock."

The initial shock wore off soon and she recovered her
cool arrogance. "Maybe you'll have more luck if you try
the sex shop at the far end of this wing."

I didn't like the condescending tone in her voice, or the
way she gave herself airs of superiority. I won't have
anybody look down on my wife.

"Is that where you buy yours?" I asked the salesgirl.

She turned towards me and looked at me as if she were
going to slap my face. Quite clearly, my suggestion that
she might own or use nipple clamps was the most insulting
thing anybody had ever said to her.

As soon as I had asked my question, I realized that since
I had entered this shop I had only thought of her as a
stuck-up sales assistant. I hadn't treated her like a
woman. In other words: I hadn't made any attempt to
undress her with my eyes. 'It's never too late,' I told
myself and had a closer look at her.

She was young, most people would say attractive. Her
breasts were safely tucked away in her all-white bra
under a brilliant white blouse. The rest of her body was
hidden behind the table but I remembered that her dark
skirt ended just below her knees and that she was wearing
shoes in a matching blue. The name badge on her blouse
read 'Ms Audrey Simpson-Stone'.

'Even her name is pretentious,' I thought. But then I
felt a little sorry for her when I imagined how she must
have suffered when her schoolmates worked out that the
initials of her name spelt the word ass.

I could notice the slight up and down movement of her
breasts inside her blouse as she breathed. The poor girl
had probably never experienced what it's like to wear
nipple clamps. She had probably never been spanked or
whipped. She didn't know what it's like to climax from
pain. Sex with her wouldn't be very satisfying. I was
better off with Cathy and Helen. And maybe Helen's
suggestion that we needed to meet people who understood
our desires wasn't that far from the truth.

                         -----

"A sex shop, how exciting!" Cathy exclaimed after we had
left the jeweler's. "Maybe we can find some new toys for
Helen."

As we walked along the corridor towards the place where
we expected to find the sex shop, we noticed Sue, Bill's
wife, coming in our direction. She seemed to be furious.
Somebody - or something - had clearly upset her. I was
sure she would soon tell us who, or what, had got on the
wrong side of her.

It suddenly occurred to me - albeit much too late - that
her state of agitation might be connected with the
previous night's poker round. Had I thought about this
possibility earlier I might have been able to pull Cathy
out of the line of fire.

"How dare you show your face amongst decent people, you
cock-sucking slut?" Sue's right arm swung her handbag,
aiming at Cathy's head. The oncoming missile missed Cathy
by a whisker - she had ducked just in time - but Cathy
couldn't escape the verbal abuse Sue hurled at her.

"If Stan wants you to behave like a cheap whore, that's
no reason to corrupt other men as well. Keep your hands
off my Bill!" Sue screamed, taking another swing at
Cathy. A few shoppers who had been passing stopped to
watch.

It had taken Cathy a while to realize what Sue was so
upset about. Once she understood, she went on the counter-
attack. "It's not my fault that you don't know how to
please a man. If you're not willing to do him this little
favor, it's no wonder he's getting his fun somewhere
else."

Sue seemed to have run out of arguments, and resorted to
another physical attack on Cathy. I managed to step
between the two women to prevent Cathy from being hit.
More shoppers stopped, wanting to know what was going on.

Sue appealed to them for support. "This slut has
destroyed my marriage and probably another two in the
process. How can we let this filthy bitch pollute our
air, how can we patronize the same shops as she. I'm
going to boycott any shop which accepts this piece of
scum as a customer, and any right-minded citizen will do
the same."

Cathy wasn't going to let Sue get away with this kind of
abuse. "This madwoman is as frigid as a freezer. Her
husband has finally realized that things don't have to be
as dull as they are in their marriage - and now she
blames me for it."

"Marriage isn't about indulging in unnatural acts like
the ones you committed last night. I knew that you were a
pervert the first time I set eyes on you."

More and more curious onlookers joined the crowd. The
recent arrivers asked the ones in front what this was
about and those who had watched the scene from the
beginning gave them their version of the story.

Sue turned to me. "You disappoint me, Stan. For some time
I thought that you were better than the rest, but it
seems I was wrong. It looks like all men are the same,
one filthier than the next. How can you stand idly by
while your wife performs these lewd acts with your
friends? How can you let them ...?" She didn't finish her
sentence.

"It's probably all due to that chink woman you've got
staying with you. The husband of a friend of mine has
connections to the FBI. He says they've already got a
huge file on her for being involved in a secret
organization. They're only waiting for her to make a
wrong move, then they're going to lock her up for good."

Sue was too upset to give a congruent account of how she
found out, but from what she said I gathered that Bill
had come home, slightly drunk, and had demanded that Sue
suck his cock. When she refused, as always, Bill had told
her that Cathy did suck cock. Sue's reaction had been
that she didn't care what happened between Cathy and her
husband. Besides, boasts of this sort by half-drunk men
couldn't be readily believed and should be taken with a
large pinch of salt.

This had provoked Bill into telling her that he hadn't
been talking about Cathy and me, but about Cathy sucking
his cock. Sue's reaction to this was predictable. She had
given Bill the third degree. She had interrogated him
until he told her what had happened that night and the
evening of the previous poker round. However, it seems
that Bill hadn't told Sue about my personal involvement
in last night's events. At least Sue didn't mention
anything about that, and I'm sure she wouldn't have
missed the chance if she had known.

In the meantime, Cathy hadn't been idle. She told the
crowd her version of the story. That this was a free
country where everybody could do within their four walls
what they damn well pleased. That women had an obligation
towards their men, and if they didn't fulfill them, they
had only themselves to blame when the men looked
somewhere else.

Sue wasn't going to let Cathy win the propaganda battle.
"Let's run these perverts out of our shopping mall, let's
run them out of our town. There's no room for scum like
this in our community," she pleaded.

The crowd surrounding the two shouting women had taken on
such dimensions that it attracted the attention of the
shopping mall's security staff. Two of them arrived,
accompanied by two police officers. I didn't want things
to get worse than they already were. Obviously, sucking
cock, even if it belonged to another woman's husband,
didn't constitute a violation of any law. But I wanted to
spare Cathy the embarrassment of having to explain this
fact to those police officers. I took her by the arm and
led her out of the circle of onlookers towards the exit
where our car was parked.