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 ï>¿Laura and Alex by ladyellenÂ(C)

   I couldn't believe that after all these years my old desires were still
as pleasurable as ever.  Maybe it was something that had always lain
dormant in me; something that I tried to repress, but it had only needed a
slight trigger to rise to the surface again.

   I am 29 and I have been married for seven years to a wonderful guy
called Alex.  Life was wonderful.  I loved Alex and I loved our exciting
sex life.  He was a great lover.  That was one of the reasons that I
couldn't understand why I was still having these urges, the same ones I had
ten years ago, the ones I thought my life with Alex had cured me of.

   At the time, the doctor had explained to my worried mother that it was
probably caused by my repressed sexual desires.  This was probably due in
some part to my strict religious upbringing and my rebellious teenage
nature.

   My father was a lay preacher at the local Methodist chapel; Sundays were
a day of prayer.  We all attended the chapel at least three times on
Sunday: morning and evening services and bible classes in the afternoon. 
My father was always going on about the sins of the flesh, and I often
wondered just how I came to be born in the first place.

   As a young girl growing up, I accepted the strict rules of my parents,
but when I reached my teenage years, problems started.  I wanted to be like
my friends, go out to clubs, and dress like they did.  This of course
caused problems.  My skirts, according to my father, were always too short
and my necklines cut too low.

   By the time I was 18, my body had developed fully.  My mother was a
shapely woman and I followed suit.  I wore my first a bra at 13, and by the
time I reached 18, I had matured to a C cup.  This was much to the delight
of the many local guys, whom I allowed to explore my assets on the back row
of the cinema.

   It was also during my 18th year that I lost my virginity while on a
college weekend.  I did not have a regular boyfriend at the time.  I
preferred to mix with everyone.  It happened while we were out on an
orienteering course.  I had been teamed up with two guys, Brad and Eric,
and my friend Gail.

   We all managed to get lost.  I still don't know if it were done
purposely or not, but we finished up miles from anywhere.  It was a
scorching hot day and we were all tired and fed up; then we found this
little brook and some trees, a welcome shelter from the sun.

   Brad and Eric took off their shoes and jumped into the cool water, and
Gail and I followed suit.  It was lovely in the water and a welcome relief.
We made our way downstream and found a deep pool.  The guys waded to the
bank and removed there shirts and pants, and attired just in their boxers,
dived into the deep water.  They came up grinning and suggested we follow.

   Gail looked at me and shrugged.  "Why not?" she said.  "There's no one
else around." With that she made her way to the side of the pool and
quickly stripped off her jeans and sweater, and much to the guy's delight,
joined them in just her bra and panties.  Although I was a little concerned
at the time about displaying myself in the open, I quickly followed suit.

   It was lovely in the water, but I could not help noticing how the guys
were looking at me.  It was Gail who whispered in my ear that I was
exposing rather a lot of myself.  I looked down and to my shock and horror,
I realised that the water had caused my brief undies to become almost
transparent.

   At first I wanted to get out and cover myself, but then I started to
feel quite excited to be on show like this.  I know it was very naughty,
but I was actually starting to enjoy it.

   After a while, we scrambled back onto the bank.  We had not brought any
towels with us so we lay on the grass and allowed the sun to dry us.

   Every time I looked over at the guys, I caught them looking at me.  It
gave me a very warm feeling, and I noticed with some surprise that both of
them were trying their best to hide the bulges in their boxers.  I was
quite disappointed when at last we were dry enough to dress again.

   We at last made our way back to the lodge where we were staying, and not
surprisingly, we were the last team to arrive.  After the meal that
evening, we played games and drank some light wine.  Around ten o'clock
people began to wander off to bed.  Brad and Eric invited us to their room
where they had an extra supply of wine.  I was not a big drinker in those
days, and after a couple of glasses, I was feeling a little light headed.

   I don't quite remember how it started, but the next thing I knew, I was
in Brad's arms and his tongue was down my throat.  I shivered with
expectancy when I felt his hand under my sweater, and soon he was cupping
my lightly covered breast.  Over on the other bed, Gail was engrossed with
Eric.

   Brad, it seemed, was quite experienced, and my bra clasp posed no
difficulties to him.  Soon I was groaning as he rolled my sensitive nipples
between his fingers.  Quickly, my shirt and bra were removed, and I saw the
look of hunger in his eyes as he looked down on my naked breasts.  Then his
lips were on them, sucking the hard nipples in turn.  It felt wonderful.

   I did have a moment of concern when I felt his fingers tugging on the
fastenings of my jeans, but by then I knew I wanted to experience
everything.  I knew where he was going, and when he managed to at last get
them undone, I raised myself off the bed to allow him to slide them down my
legs.

   Now I was left with only a brief pair of panties.  I was in unexplored
territory; no one had ever gone this far with me before.  I had allowed
them the pleasures of my breasts, but when exploring hands had wandered
down below my waist, I had always stopped things.  Now it was different I
wanted Brad to go further.  I wanted Brad to go all the way.

   I felt his hand drift slowly across my stomach.  I breathed in, holding
it tight, and then his hands were on my panties.  I bit my lip trying not
to cry out.  My fingers were clenched tightly on the bedclothes.  Then his
hand at last touched my pussy.  I sighed and clung to him as I felt him cup
it in his hand, parting my legs slightly.  My whole body shivered with
excitement.

   Slowly he traced a finger up and down my tight slit.  I could feel the
dampness of my panties sticking to my skin.  Then he was easing them aside,
and at last he was touching me.  I felt a finger slid inside me.  I groaned
and gripped him even tighter.  Then his finger moved upwards and I almost
screamed as I felt his finger on my most sensitive part, the tender nub of
my clit.

   I reached down and quickly eased my panties over my hips and down to mid
thighs.  I did not want anything to hinder his progress.  Now he had two
fingers inside me and his thumb was doing exciting things to my clit.  I
had never experienced such feelings.  How wrong my father had been about
the sins of the flesh; they were wonderful.

   Then Brad began to struggle trying to use one hand with his own clothes.
I helped him as he stripped off his shirt.  He pulled open his belt and I
pushed down his Jeans.  It was at that moment I felt the hardness of his
erection pushing against me.  He took my hand and placed it over his hard
cock.  I gasped!  He was so hard!  I gripped it tightly, but my fingers
would not quite go around it.  It was a strange and exhilarating experience
to be holding a man's cock in my hand for the first time.

   He placed his hand over mine and rubbed my hand up and down the hard
length of his cock.  He was so big!  As I continued to rub him, he pushed
his boxers down, and now we were both naked.  He leaned over and kissed me
tenderly.  "You are very exciting," he said breathlessly.

   "I want you.  Please," I said.

   Then he was lying between my legs.  He raised my knees, and I closed my
eyes and gripped tightly onto the bedclothes as I felt the wonderful
sensation as he rubbed the head of his cock up against the lips of my
pussy. I could feel his juices mixing with mine.  I spread my legs as wide
as I could as I felt him begin to enter me.

   Suddenly his progress stopped.  He looked down at me.  "My God, Laura,
you're a virgin!" he said.

   I nodded and smiled up at him and kissed him.  "But hopefully not for
long." He smiled and gently eased himself forward.  I thrust my body up to
meet him.  There was a sharp pain and then he was through.  I cried out and
wrapped my legs around him pulling him urgently into my body, a woman's
body at last.

   I thoroughly enjoyed my first sexual experience, and my first orgasm.  I
thanked him as we lay in each other's arms afterwards recovering.  After we
recovered, he took me for a second time.  This time he showed me the doggie
position.  I found the extra penetration exciting and was turned on even
more when I saw Eric sitting on his bed beside the sleeping Gail watching
us and rubbing his hands along a hard erection.

   He smiled as he came over and sat on the bed beside us, still rubbing on
his cock with one hand.  He reached under me and began to caress my hanging
breasts, pulling on my already extended nipples.  The feeling was now
unbelievable with Brad fucking me from the rear and Eric playing with my
breasts.  I soon reached another wonderful orgasm.

   I collapsed onto the bed exhausted but satisfied.  Brad rolled off the
bed and made his way to the toilet.  I felt Eric's hand caressing my butt,
sliding down between my thighs into the wetness seeping from my pussy.  The
touch of his hand was arousing me again.  I parted my legs to give him
further access, and groaned when I felt his fingers slide into the warm
welcoming wetness of my pussy.

   I glanced down to see him still stroking himself.  I placed my hand over
his and he moved his to allow me space to grip him.  He was not quite as
large as Brad, but hard and long.  I looked up and saw Brad come back into
the room.  He looked at the pair of us and smiled.  "Are you ready for
more?" he asked.  I nodded.

   "Well, I will let Eric have you as long as I get something in return." I
looked at him as he took his now semi limp cock in his hand.  "You go down
on this while Eric screws you." I knew what he wanted, but it was something
I had never thought I could do; take a man in my mouth.  But what the hell,
I was a woman now, and this was what women did for their men.

   Brad got up onto the bed and propped himself up against the bed head,
spreading his legs apart.  I positioned myself on my knees as I had been
shown and looked down at his cock, the cock that had already been inside me
twice.  I took it in my hands.  This time it was softer.  I leaned down and
tentatively lifted it to my lips.  I licked the end-- it tasted slightly
salty.

   I felt Eric's erection beginning to open me up, and I steeled myself as
I felt him slowly ease himself into the tightness of my welcoming pussy. 
He gripped my thighs and began to fuck me slowly, enjoying the experience.

   As I ran my tongue over Brad's cock, I felt it beginning to rise and
thicken.  I at last opened my lips and allowed him inside my mouth.  I
couldn't believe the excitement I was now feeling as Eric slowly pumped
into me from the rear and I sucked on Brad's quickly growing erection. 
When I felt Eric quicken his pace, I guessed he was about to cum, and I
worked harder on Brad.  I did not know what to expect.  Would he actually
cum in my mouth or would he pull out?  Suddenly Eric cried out and I felt
the sensation of his warm juices flooding into me at almost the same
moment. Brad gripped onto my head and thrust it down onto his cock.  I
almost choked as he rammed himself deep into my throat, and then he, too,
came.  My mouth and throat were filled with his warm, creamy, musky tasting
juices.  I gagged and swallowed and felt the sensation of them sliding down
my throat.

   He released my head and I pulled back, his juices running from my mouth
and dripping in long, sticky streams onto his legs.  I have to admit that
my first night of sex was very fulfilling; I had totally enjoyed the whole
experience.  During the next few weeks, many other similar nights followed,
some with Brad on his own, and others when I was shared by the two of them.


   I don't know if it were down to my strict upbringing, but I enjoyed my
new sexual freedom.  I loved pushing the boundaries of all that I had been
taught to stay away from.  I loved the freedom of nakedness, and the
restrictions of not wearing clothes.

   Much to the guys delight, I was happy to parade around naked or semi
naked when I was over at their place.  At home in my own room, I rarely
wore clothes and loved to stand or lie around naked, especially when dad
was about outside my room.

   I hardly ever drew the drapes and would happily undress in full view of
the window.  We lived on a small private housing estate, and my room was
overlooked by several other houses opposite.  I could often see curtains
being twitched and I knew people were out there watching me.  What I liked
best was the night time.  I would stand close by the window naked with just
the local lights or the moonlight for illumination.  I would touch myself,
and caress my breasts.  I knew there were people out there watching me.  I
could often see movements in the shrubbery.

   It all came to an end that fateful day when dad got a letter, unsigned,
from somebody telling of my nocturnal exhibitions.  He stormed up to my
room and burst in, finding me in just my panties.  He screamed at me,
waving the letter, calling me a Jezebel and a whore.  "Cover your whore's
body," he shouted, "and get yourself out of my house; you have shamed me."
Mother came up to see what the fuss was about.  I had grabbed a towel and
was unsuccessfully trying to cover myself with it.  With some difficulty,
she pulled him from the room and allowed me to dress.  By the time I got
downstairs, mother had calmed him down somewhat, but he refused to speak to
me and insisted that she take me along to the doctor to see why I was doing
such things.

   Things were strained in the house after that, and just after my 19th
birthday, I decided to move out and share a flat with Jane, a work
colleague.  At last in a place of my own, there were no restrictions and
much to Jane's amusement, I rarely wore clothes around the house,

   I also had a sexually fulfilling social life and had moved on from Brad
and Eric.  I enjoyed sex in all its forms, and I was never short of anyone
to share my bed with.  There was never anyone special in my life at that
period, and I flitted from one man to another.  Some men found me too much
like hard work after a few weeks, due to my sexual demands on them.  To
others, I was a great one night stand, but not someone they would want to
settle down with.

   I had gotten a job as a legal secretary, and it was at a company
Christmas party that I first met up with Alex.  He was a supervisor in the
accounts department, not overly attractive, but I had found him a pleasant
guy to chat with on the occasions we had met up in the staff dining room.
The company Christmas party was always a bit of a drunken affair, with
limitless amounts of drinks being provided by our many grateful suppliers
and customers.  Alex had latched on to me and we drank together and danced.
As the evening wore on, things got a little more intimate, and he groped my
body as we shuffled around the crowded floor.  I was already feeling
slightly horny when he suggested that we might find somewhere a little more
private.

   We found an empty office and immediately his hands were all over me.  He
squeezed my breasts and pushed himself hard against my body.  I was excited
to feel an already healthy erection pushing against me.  My skirt was up
around my waist and my thong around my knees as he assisted me up onto a
desk.  He pulled off my thong and thrust himself between my legs, fumbling
to loosen his pants.

   Then his cock was out and pressing against my open pussy lips, spreading
them.  I gasped as I felt him slide inside me.  My God, he was so big, I
thought to myself, as my love tunnel stretched to accommodate him.  He
gripped me tightly and began to fuck me.  At first, apart from the size, it
was like any other fuck I had experienced, but to my surprise, I orgasmed
quickly, and Alex continued to thrust into me relentlessly.

   Several more orgasms wracked my body, but still he continued.  He ripped
my dress open and pawed at my breasts, pulling my bra down to expose them.
He pulled and twisted my extended nipples as I cried out in ecstasy,
thrusting my ravaged body up against him.

   This man was insatiable, like nothing I had ever known.  In the end, I
was crying for release.  We were both drenched in perspiration from our
efforts.  It was then he came.  It was like a fountain exploding inside me.
I was filled to overflowing; cum pooled on the desk and ran down my legs
ruining my stockings as he eased himself out of me.  I wrapped my arms
around him and clung to him.  "That was incredible," I gasped.

   He kissed me tenderly on the neck.  "I've wanted to do that for so
long," he said.

   He looked at me.  I must have looked a mess with my dress up around my
waist hanging open to reveal my breasts, my legs still wide apart, and my
thighs and stockings running with his juices.

   I tried to pull my dress together, but he stopped me.  "Strip for me,
Laura," he said.  "I want to see you naked." I slid off the desk feeling
the wetness spread under me.  He watched as I removed what was left of my
clothes and stood naked before him.  He looked at me, then reached out and
cupped my breasts.  "You have such a wonderful body," he said as he slowly
and tenderly massaged my breasts.

   I looked down at his cock still protruding from his pants.  It was
slowly rising again like a thick purple headed monster, and I took it in my
hands and drew them gently along its length.  "You want some more?" he
said.

   I nodded, hungrily.  "Please," I said, squeezing him with my hands.

   This time he took me from the rear, laying me down over the desk. 
Again, it was the same; multiple orgasms and he seemed to go on longer than
ever this time.  I thought the pleasure would never end.  At last we
managed to clean ourselves up and get dressed and on slightly unsteady legs
I returned to the party.

   Some people had drifted away and just the hard core drinkers were left.
Things now began to get a little wild.  Olga, the Swedish blond
receptionist, got up on a desk and much to the delight of the men,
proceeded to do an extremely sexy striptease.  When she was naked, she
jumped down into their welcoming arms and allowed them to avail themselves
of her ample assets.  The last I saw of her was when she was being led away
by a couple of them to a more private location for further investigation.

   There were cries from the men for some of the other ladies to join in
and with a little encouragement from Alex, I was assisted up onto the desk.
I looked down at the sea of faces around me chanting for me to "Get 'em
off." And for the second time that evening I began to remove my clothes. 
As I slipped out of my dress, I remembered back to those nights back home
in the privacy of my bedroom when I had stripped for those unseen faces.

   Eager hands clutched at my discarded dress as I tossed it into the
crowd. It was a wonderfully exciting feeling knowing that everyone wanted
to see me naked.  I caressed my body, rubbing my hand over my pussy mound,
then responding to the cries of, "Yes, Yes." I slowly loosened the clasp of
my bra.  It was exciting now feeling my breasts were at last free and I
tossed my bra into the crowd.  I cupped my breasts, squeezing on the
already extended nipples, and the crowd below me cheering.

   Apart from my stockings and shoes, I had just one item left, my brief
white thong.  It was still damp from my earlier experience with Alex.  They
screamed they wanted it off; they wanted to see everything.  I had never
felt such excitement.  I could feel I was oozing wetness.  I thrust my
thumbs under the thin band and stood there for a moment.  "Off, Off, Off,"
they screamed.

   I gripped it tightly, and then with a tug, I ripped the brief item from
my body totally exposing myself to them.  I could feel the wetness running
down my legs.  I nearly swooned with the excitement as they all cheered and
cheered. I could see Alex looking up at me with a big grin on his face. 
Eager hands assisted me down off the table; others groped my exposed
charms. It was exciting to feel so many hands on my body caressing my
breasts, rolling my nipples, and dipping into the warm wetness between my
thighs.  Alex allowed them to avail themselves of me for several minutes
before gently removing me from the exploring hands.

   The problem now was that my clothes had completely disappeared and I had
nothing apart from my stockings and shoes, not that being naked worried me
at all.  I guess nobody in the room was going to object while I continued
to display myself to them, but I did have to go home.  While I might have
enjoyed the excitement of going home naked, the sight of a totally naked
woman in the street might not be received well by everyone.

   Alex solved the problem by providing me with his jacket.  It was
slightly on the short side, but it did cover the essentials.  As we went
down in the lift, I looked at myself in the long mirror.  There was a gap
of about two inches between my stocking tops and the bottom of the jacket,
and the jacket being single breasted exposed rather a lot of cleavage; but
at least it would get me home.

   The taxi driver's eyes widened and he smiled as he pulled up for us.  I
saw him adjust his mirror as we settled down into the seat and I tried to
make sure that everything was covered.  It was about a forty minute drive
back to my apartment and Alex put his arm around me and drew me to him. 
"I've had a wonderful evening," he said.  "I do hope we are going to see
more of each other."

   I grinned.  "I don't think there's a lot more of me for you to see."

   He laughed.  "You have been a great sport."

   We chatted on for awhile and he said that he had never come across a
woman like me who felt so comfortable about exposing her body.  I smiled
and told him how much it excited me.  He looked up and saw the driver
watching us through the rear view mirror.  He smiled at me and reached down
and unbuttoned the jacket.  I gripped his hand as he released the last
button, but then I let go and I smiled at him.  He slowly eased the jacket
apart, and there was a sudden blaring of car horns as the taxi swerved
because the driver lost concentration.

   The taxi slowed to a more leisurely pace as Alex treated the driver to
an intimate exhibition of my body.  He caressed my breasts and eased my
legs apart allowing the driver to see his fingers enter me.  He worked his
fingers into me rotating my clit with his thumb.  The excitement of such a
blatant display brought me off quickly.

   The street was empty when we at last arrived back at my apartment.  Alex
said he would not come up as it was so late.  I was both glad and sad.  I
was not sure that I could have managed him again, but I would certainly
have given it a go.  He got out of the taxi with me and we kissed.  "Bring
my jacket back in with you on Monday," he said.

   I smiled.  "It's OK, you can take it with you," I said slipping out of
it.  I treated them both to a last look at my nakedness as I made my way up
the steps to my door where I turned and waved at them as they pulled away.

   Soon after Christmas, Alex asked me to marry him and I quickly agreed.
We married in the spring.  Mother came to the wedding, but my farther
stayed away.  That was the start of a most erotic and exciting
relationship.

   I found my new life with Alex rewarding and sexually satisfying.We both
had the same views of life.  I had quickly realised from that first meeting
at the Christmas party that he got a thrill from seeing me naked and
exposed before strangers.  It was also something that had always excited me
from being a teenager, and I was more than willing to play along with his
little games.

   There were trips to the supermarket with me wearing just a coat with
nothing on under it and the occasional flash to unsuspecting but
appreciative onlookers, and displays in department store dressing rooms
where accidentally on purpose I did not pull the curtain across completely.
But the ones we both enjoyed the most was the public sex.  I enjoyed
nothing better than Alex screwing me while we were being observed by
others. It completely turned me on.

   The first time we did it was at his stag party a week or so before the
wedding.  When he suggested it, I was completely freaked out.  Just the
thought of having sex with Alex while his friends looked on turned me on so
completely that he had to satisfy my needs and screw me before he could
explain further.

   He had it all worked out.  I was to be the stripper at his stag party,
and because several of his friends already knew me, I would have to wear a
mask to conceal my face.  "Not that many of them would be looking at your
face," he said with a grin.  We had fun finding a costume, and toured the
local costume hire shops where I tried on a naughty school girl costume, a
policewoman, and even a sexy nun before we finally came up with a Salome
costume that I loved.  I had always fancied myself doing the dance of the
seven veils.

   I was excited as the evening of the party approached, and only the
evening before I had greeted Alex on his return from work dressed only in a
short maid's apron.  I love surprising him.  Not for the first time the
evening meal suffered as he satisfied both our needs before we sat down to
dinner.

   Alex had booked a suite at the local five star hotel for his party.  He
had arranged for me to appear around 10 p.m.  after the meal and when
everyone would be getting merry.  After he had left, I took a long shower
and prepared myself carefully.  Alex insisted that I completely shave my
pubes and I carefully made sure that nothing marred my smooth pouting pussy
lips.  I applied a little rouge to enhance my nipples, and then slipped
into the costume.

   The veils were attached to two slim gold straps, one that went around my
neck, the other around my waist.  The first one, or the last one, depending
on if you were coming or going, attached to the belt around my waist,
passed between my legs, and fastened again at the rear.  This would be the
last one to come off and concealed the delights of my pussy.  The next two
attached to the neck strap and hung down covering my breasts.  Finally, the
last four larger ones hung around me.  The material of the veils was quite
transparent and my nakedness only slightly obscured by the other veils was
clear to see.  The costume did come with a body stocking, but I decided
that this was not what Alex wanted his guests to see so I left it off.  A
pair of gold eastern slippers adorned my feet.

   I was just about ready when the bell rang.  I looked through the window
and saw a taxi waiting for me in the street.  I put the mask I was to wear
in my overnight bag and pulled a long coat over my rather revealing
costume. It was only a short ride to the hotel.  I gave my name to the
receptionist and she handed me a room key.  I was pleased that Alex had
arranged for us to stay at the hotel overnight.

   I was seated before the mirror in our room doing the final touches to my
make up when the phone rang.  It was Alex.  "Put your mask on, darling. 
I'm sending Peter up for you.  I love you."

   Peter was Alex's life long friend and he was to be the best man at our
forthcoming wedding.  I had only met him once before.  I was getting even
more excited now that the moment had actually arrived.  I knew that in just
a short time I would be totally naked in front of Alex's friends, and I
would be again experiencing that wonderful feeling of his cock thrusting
into my ever open pussy.

   I adjusted my mask as the bell on the door rang.  I opened the door to
find Peter standing there smiling as he looked at my costume.  "There's no
doubt that you are the stripper for the stag party," he said.  "They're
ready and waiting for you.  Have you got some music for me?" I smiled as I
handed him a cassette we had prepared.

   As we made our way down the hallway, he explained to me that it was his
best friend's stag night, and he wanted me to put on a show to remember. 
"I'm not sure just how far you're willing to go," he said with some
hesitation, "but here's an extra hundred quid for you if you're willing to
do something special."

   I looked at him, an amused smile on my face under the mask.  "Something
special?" I asked innocently.  "Like what?"

   His faces reddened.  "Well, are you willing to go as far as actually
having sex with him?"

   I took the roll of notes out of his hand.  "I'm sure that I can come up
with something that will satisfy everyone," I said sweetly.

   He told me to stay outside the door till he had arranged the music.  I
stood there as he disappeared.  Suddenly, things inside the room went
quiet, and I heard my music start up.  Peter opened the door for me, and
with mounting excitement about what was about to happen, I floated inside.

   There was a round of applause as I entered, and I was surprised to see
so many people.  There must have been about fifty or so.  Alex was seated
in large chair in an area that had been cleared for me in the centre of the
room, and after a glance around, I began my dance.  The lights had been
dimmed in the room, but I knew that as I lightly floated around, everyone
could clearly see that I was wearing very little apart from the veils. 
Soon the first veils were drifting to the floor.  When the third and forth
veils went, I knew that my breasts were almost visible, the darkened
nipples clearly showing through the thin material.

   I teased them for a while, becoming more excited myself.  I removed
first one and then the other veil that partially obscured my breasts from
view.  With my breasts at last totally exposed, I caressed them, squeezing
my hard nipples.  I danced over to where Alex was sitting and offered them
to him like ripe fruit.  There was a round of applause as he leaned forward
and slowly licked each protruding nipple in turn.  With one last veil to
go, I danced around the room, my breasts swaying gently with the movements
of my body.  The crowd was hushed and expectant.  Inside me the excitement
was mounting as fifty people looked on all eager to see my total nakedness.
As the music started to die away, I pulled the last veil away revealing the
delights of my totally shaven pussy.  There was loud applause as the music
ended.  I slowly made my way over to where Alex was sitting and sank down
onto my knees before him.

   He licked his lips and the crowd looked on in awed silence as I began to
unfasten his pants and slide down his zip.  With some difficulty, I managed
to extract his already erect cock from the confines of his pants.  It stood
proud in my hands as I ran my hands along it length.  Then there was a loud
groan from the people watching as I leaned forward and took him in my mouth
and began to work on him, sliding my lips up and down his hard cock.  I
think he was so turned on by my performance that it did not take much
effort to make him come.  The watching crowd cheered as I gratefully
swallowed every last drop, and came away licking my lips.

   I got up from my knees and walked over towards the crowd.  It was
exciting to see them all gazing hungrily at my naked body, everyone wishing
they were in Alex's position.  I smiled at them as I selected a chair which
I carried back and placed in front of Alex.  Then bending over the chair, I
rested my hands on the seat and spread my legs.  In this position, I knew
Alex could see the pink wetness of my slightly spread pussy lips.  It was
an open invitation, one which he quickly accepted.

   He was quickly up behind me and there was a cheer from around the room
as he speared his weapon into my waiting hole.  Then grabbing my thighs, he
began to fuck me with vigor with the crowd cheering him on.  I couldn't
believe how exciting and randy it made me to be fucked like this, standing
naked in front of his friends while he plowed into me.

   There was even more encouragement when he finally came, and I cried out
as he pumped his juices into my womb.  Then he took me a second time, this
time laid out across a table, my legs over his shoulders, his hands
gripping into the firm flesh of my breasts.

   At last the show was over.  Peter had gathered up my discarded costume
and he escorted me back to the room.  He thanked me for making his friend's
night so special.  "You put on a great show for us," he said.  Later, as I
relaxed in a warm bath, letting the warm scented water sooth my body, I
waited for the party to finish knowing that there was still more work for
me to do when Alex at last returned to me.



   Laura and Alex: The Honeymoon Our wedding at the local Registry Office
went off without a hitch.  Jane, my old room mate, was my bridesmaid and
Peter the best man.  I was pleased to see mom again and I think she liked
Alex, but then again, who wouldn't?  Reception was at the hotel where Alex
had spent his stag night and that brought back pleasant memories.

   We stayed at the hotel overnight and, in bed that night, Alex fucked me
like there was no tomorrow.  He said it was his wedding present to his
beautiful wife.  The following day we flew to the beautiful Greek Island of
Santorini for our honeymoon.

   From the airport a local taxi transported us on the thirty minute drive
over to the village of Oia perched high on the cliffs overlooking the
volcanic islands of the Caldera basin and sparkling blue Aegean Sea.

   Our home for the next fortnight was the honeymoon suite of the Kirini
Suites, a luxury block of apartments, standing high on the cliff.  We were
shown to our rooms by an attractive olive skinned hotel porter .The rooms
were perfect and complete with our spa pool located on an open patio that
overlooked the black sandy beaches.

   I was hot and tired after our journey and the pool looked so inviting
that I quickly slipped out of my dress, discarded my bra, and slipped into
the cool water.  Alex quickly followed me.  After a refreshing bubble, I
climbed from the pool, discarded my wet panties, and lay down naked on one
of the loungers.  Alex stood over me smiling.  "I think you should remain
like that for the rest of the holiday," he said, grinning wickedly.

   After a short rest, we unpacked and sorted our clothes, changed into
fresh outfits, and walked hand in hand down the steep steps towards the
beach in search of a place to eat.  We found a nice little bar overlooking
the sea.  A crisp Greek salad with fresh warm bread and a bottle of the
local wine soon had us both feeling more relaxed and comfortable.

   As we looked out over the beach, I was excited to see that most of the
women were topless.  Some were wearing the popular miniscule thongs and
looked almost naked.  Alex smiled.  "I think this place should suit us very
nicely," he said, eyeing one gorgeous Scandinavian looking blond whose
costume consisted of a small triangle of material no more than three inches
at its widest point.

   After our meal, we strolled around the small village and checked out
what was available.  After seeing what the locals were wearing, Alex did
not argue when I dragged him into a small but expensive boutique and
purchased a couple of the minute string thongs.  There was no way I was
going to be outdone by the local talent.

   We made our way slowly back to the Kirini, and I could not wait to try
on my purchases.  Alex lounged on the bed as I stripped off and slipped
into the first of the minute thongs.  It just about covered my pussy and
left very little to the imagination.  Alex was delighted.  The whole
experience had made us both very horny and we again finished up fucking on
the bed before showering and changing for dinner.

   The evening meal in the Kirini's gourmet restaurant was superb, and
afterwards we sat on the public patio drinking brandy and coffee and
watched the sun sink in a blaze of glory over the horizon.  "Makes a
wonderful picture," a voice said behind me.  I turned to see an attractive
grey haired man with a stunning dark haired woman.

   "It's wonderful," Alex said.  "The People here must be very lucky to
live in a place like this."

   The man nodded and smiled.  "Are you on holiday?"

   "Honeymoon," Alex replied.  "We got married in England yesterday."

   The man congratulated us, and then introduced himself.  "I'm Christian
and this is my partner, Olive." The dark haired, well tanned woman he was
with nodded and flashed a smile.  "We are over here on mixing business with
pleasure," Christian continued.  "I'm an art dealer and I come over here to
buy paintings.  There are a lot of very accomplished artists living and
working on this island."

   Christian ordered another bottle of wine from the ever attentive waiter
and we sat chatting and drinking until it got dark and began to turn cool.
Before we left, Christian offered to show us around the Island during our
stay.  We bade them good night and made our way back to our suite and our
first night on Santorini.

   Back in our room, I quickly slipped out of my dress, and wearing only a
brief thong, I wrapped my arms around Alex's neck.  "I do love you," I
said, kissing him passionately.  He responded, slipping his tongue deep
into my throat.  "I want this to be a night to remember," I said.  "I want
you to fuck me out there on the patio, in the moonlight under the stars
with the sound of the sea in my ears."

   He smiled and held me tightly.  "Your wish is my command, darling."

   We spread a large towel on one of the sun loungers.  I slipped out of my
thong and stood watching as Alex quickly stripped off.  It was cool and my
nipples had already hardened to sharp points.  Alex took me in his arms and
pressed his naked body against mine.  We kissed for a moment, and then he
gently laid me on the comfortable lounger.  I was wet with anticipation and
he entered me quickly.  I lay on my back looking up at the millions of
stars as Alex fucked me with long, easy strokes.  I orgasmed several times
before he finally allowed himself to come.  He was truly a very considerate
lover.

   After our long journey out here, we both slept late the following
morning, and were only woken by a knock on the door.  A pretty young
waitress came in with a tray with fresh warm croissants, fruit juice, and
coffee.  She smiled and welcomed us to Santorini as she placed it on the
table beside the bed.

   As we ate, we decided that a relaxing day on the beach would do us both
some good, and I guess Alex couldn't wait to see me in public in one of my
new thongs.  While Alex showered, I lay in bed and glanced through the
hotel brochure.  I was pleased to discover that there was a beauty
treatment room where you could get a massage, and the hotel even had its
own wine cellar where regular wine tastings took place.

   When Alex was finished, I showered and slipped into my new thong.  It
was incredibly revealing, and when I checked my rear in the long mirror, I
looked almost completely naked.  Alex's eyes lit up when I came out.  "I'm
certainly going to enjoy this holiday if you're going to spend your days
like that," he said.

   I slipped into a loose wrap and put my sun creams and oils into a large
beach bag.  We made the short walk down the steep path to the beach.  We
were surprised to find it was already quite busy, but we found a couple of
free loungers.  I sat down and checked around.  Many of the women around us
were topless, but as far as I could see at the moment, there was no one
wearing a string thong like mine.

   Alex stopped a passing waiter and ordered some drinks.  I lay back on
the lounger and untied the wrap.  Alex smiled at me, and I noticed two guys
at the side of us do a quick double take.  It felt very exciting to be so
exposed on a public beach like this, and I was certainly the centre of
attraction, much to Alex's delight.  It was especially erotic when Alex
offered to refresh my sun cream, and leisurely set about applying it to all
the exposed parts, which was most of me.

   Alex had left me for a moment to get some food when there was a voice
beside me.  I looked up and saw it was Christian and Olive.  "On your own
already?" Christian inquired.  I smiled and told him that Alex had gone for
some food.  I began to feel excited when I realised he was looking at my
almost totally exposed body.  "Do you mind if we park ourselves here?" he
asked, pointing to two free loungers.  I smiled and shook my head as Olive
spread their towels on the beds.  She slipped out of her wrap and displayed
her own impressive body in a brief but colorful bikini.  Just then Alex
returned with our food.  He smiled as he recognized our two friends from
the previous night.

   We enjoyed our lazy day on the beach.  Christian and Olive were good
company.  Christian and Alex got on well together, and Olive and I swam in
the sparklingly clear Aegean Sea.  Although a few other women had appeared
on the beach in the minute string bikinis, I felt I was still the centre of
attraction.  I discovered that I received even more attention when I was in
the sea as the water made my tiny bikini bottom even more revealing.  I
guess you were not really supposed to get them wet.  At last it was time to
make our way back to the apartments.  Christian had suggested that we eat
together tonight, and we thought that would be a nice idea.

   Back at last in the privacy of our room, I wrapped my arms around Alex's
neck.  "I have missed you," I said.  "It's nice being with Christian and
Olive, but I would rather be with you alone." Alex smiled and pulled me
close to him.  He kissed me deeply, our tongues exploring.  I felt his
hands ease aside my wrap and then he was tugging at my brief bikini. 
Moments later, we were naked.  He was between my legs, his hard cock
sliding into to my ever welcoming hole.  We had slow, leisurely sex, both
of us achieving our usual satisfaction, until we fell apart sweaty and
exhausted.

   "Christian was very attracted to you today," he said suddenly.  "He
wants one of his artist friends to paint you."

   I looked at him and smiled.  "What do you think about it?" I asked.

   He smiled.  "It might be an interesting experience.  He asked me if I
thought you would pose naked."

   I grinned.  "I guess that's why you were so interested," I said.  He
smiled and nodded.

   That evening, Christian told us that he had a yacht at his disposal, and
that he was going sailing tomorrow to visit some of his artists who lived
on an island.  He inquired if we would like to join them.  I looked at Alex
and he shrugged.  "Might be an interesting way to spend the day." So it was
agreed.  We spent another wonderful night making love under the stars
before at last making our way to bed.

   We had booked an early call for breakfast as Christian wanted to be off
by nine a.m.  It was already warm with a slight breeze as we made our way
down to the harbour.  I was quite taken aback when I saw the size of the
yacht.  I don't know quite what I was expecting, but it was beautiful,
about forty feet in length with towering white sails.  There was a crew of
three on board and the captain, Demitri, greeted us and assisted us on
board.

   The main salon was large and luxurious, and a seaman in a smart white
shirt and shorts offered us a cooling glass of orange juice.  We set off
almost immediately and were soon skimming over the clear blue sea.  We all
sat in a comfortably cushioned open area at the rear of the yacht. 
Christian explained to me where we were going and stories about the artists
who lived there.  Alex was in deep conversation with Olive and I was
pleased to see they were getting on well together.

   During a lull in the conversation, Christian turned to Alex.  "Did you
ask Laura about my proposal?"

   Alex looked across at me and smiled.  "You mean about her posing?  Yes,
I have spoken to her and I think she could be interested," he said.

   He turned and looked at me.  I shrugged.  "I'm always up for something
like that," I said.  "It's Alex.  He will do anything to get me out of my
clothes."

   Christian grinned.  "From what I have seen of you, you will make a
stunning model, and I know just the guy to paint you.  Pablo has done some
wonderful work for me before, and I'm sure you will find he will do you
justice." I actually felt quite excited by the proposal.

   It was about an hour's trip to the island and soon we were tying up at
the small quay.  Once off the yacht, we made our way to a small quayside
bar.  A bearded, good looking guy wearing shorts made from tattered cut off
jeans got up and greeted Christian.  He kissed Olive.  Christian introduced
us to Pablo and I saw the guy's rather obvious look of interest when I was
introduced to him.  Christian ordered a bottle of wine and we sat around
chatting and drinking.

   When we had finished the wine, we made our way up the steep rambling
streets to a place at the top of the village where the artist, Pablo, lived
and worked.  His studio was large and airy and extremely untidy.  It smelt
of oil paint and turps and there were canvases stacked up against the
walls. Alex and I sat on a veranda overlooking the sea with Olive, drinking
beer from the bottles while Christian and Pablo went through the canvases.

   When they were done, they came out and joined us.  Pablo looked over at
me.  "Christian tells me you have offered to pose for me," he said.  "Have
you ever done any modeling before?" I shook my head.  I was already
beginning to feel somewhat excited at the thought of stripping in front of
this interesting guy.

   "If it's okay by you, I would like to take some photographs of you today
to work on, and then maybe later on you could come out for a day or so and
we could work together." I looked across at Alex and he smiled and nodded.

   Christian looked pleased.  "Good, it's all settled then." He turned to
Olive.  "Do you mind stopping here and sorting things out?  I'll get the
crew from the yacht to come up and pack up the canvases and Alex and I can
go with Pablo and find some nice locations." She looked a little
disappointed but did not argue.  Christian called the yacht on his mobile
phone and arranged things, while Pablo collected his camera and checked it
out.  Then we set out.  As we walked up the hillside, I began getting that
exciting feeling in the pit of my stomach.  It was the thought of stripping
naked in front of Christian and Pablo.  This obviously would not be a
hardship for me.  Ever since we had met up with Christian, I could not help
but notice the way he had looked at me with his eyes seeming to burn into
me.  He was one of those guys whose looks seemed to strip the clothes from
your body.

   In an olive grove at the top of the hill, where steep cliffs ran sharply
down to the azure sea, there was a small ruined church.  Pablo explained
that it had fallen into disrepair when most of the islanders had left to
live on the larger island.  Now brambles and creepers covered its walls. 
It was an idyllic setting.

   Christian looked around and nodded.  "Yes, I think this will be an ideal
location to start with." I saw Alex nod his approval.

   Pablo turned to me and smiled.  "If you would just slip out of your
clothes, Laura, we can start." I smiled and started to unfasten my
sundress. Undressing would not be a long job as I was only wearing bikini
bottoms under my dress.

   I looked across at Christian who was leaning against an old olive tree
watching me with interest as I pulled the thin dress over my head and
dropped it onto the grass.  I could feel my nipples stiffen in the slight
breeze, and I wanted to touch them.  I knew they wanted me to strip naked,
but I pretended to be a little shy.  "Do I need to take everything off?" I
asked in a quiet voice.

   Pablo looked across at Christian who nodded.  "Christian wants the girl
in the pictures to be naked," he said with a smile, "so if you would."

   As I pulled on the ties of my bikini bottoms, I looked across at Alex
who was as usual enjoying my little show I was putting on.  The bikini
easily came undone and I pulled it off.  It was an exciting feeling to be
naked in front of the three of them and I could see that they liked what I
had to offer.

   Pablo quickly got down to work, professionally taking shot after shot as
he got me to move around the small ruined building.  Christian followed us
around seemingly enjoying the sight of my total nakedness.  I made sure
that he got to see everything, spreading my legs provocatively at every
opportunity and letting him enjoy the sight of my most private delights.

   As usual, my performance quickly made me horny, and I soon could not
resist the temptation to touch myself.  I at first just gently stroked over
my hard extended nipples, then put a hand between my thighs, cupping the
moist lips of my pussy.

   Christian looked over at me as we stopped to change locations.  "I think
Laura's in need of a break," he said.  "I think the shoot is getting her a
little excited." I smiled at him.  "Feel free to express yourself, Laura,"
he said.  "I'm sure we are all men of the world and know that a woman like
you has needs."

   I took a drink from a bottle of water Alex offered me.  As I drank it, I
moved one hand down between my legs and began to stroke the outer lips of
my pussy.  I was not surprise to feel they were damp and my juices were
already running freely.  I lay back against a large rock and spread my
legs, closed my eyes, and began to slip my fingers into the warm wetness,
enjoying the sensation and knowing that three pairs of eager eyes were
intently watching my brazen display of wantonness.

   I probed deeper, first with two fingers, and then with three, my thumb
rubbing against my clit.  Faintly I could hear the click of Pablo's camera.
He was actually taking pictures of me.  This turned me on even further.  I
groaned loudly and clutched onto my breast with my free hand, my fingers
working even faster.  As I neared my climax, I cried out and thrust my hand
deep into my gaping pussy, coming with a cry, and felt my warm juices
running over my hand.

   I lay back until the waves of passion had subsided, then I opened my
eyes.  The three of them were still looking at me.  I smiled a weak smile.
"Do you feel better after that?" Christian inquired.

   I nodded.  "Much better." They all laughed.

   I was feeling a little messy after my little display and Pablo suggested
that we make our way down the hillside to where there was a small spring.
Alex picked up my discarded clothes.  There seemed little point in putting
them on until I was able to clean myself up, and in any case, no one seemed
to mind me remaining naked, especially Christian.

   The small sparkling spring burst out of the hillside between some
boulders, and the guys sat and watched while I bathed and washed myself
clean in the clear cold water.  Pablo continued to take pictures of me. 
Afterwards, I slipped back into my bikini bottoms, but still didn't bother
with my dress so as to allow myself to dry in the hot sun.

   I had redressed again by the time we arrived back at Pablo's place. 
Olive was sitting on the patio drinking wine.  The canvases had all been
packed and transported back down to the yacht.

   "You guys have fun?" Olive inquired,

   Christian smiled.  "Yes, it was an interesting little excursion, thanks
to Laura.  I think Pablo managed to get what he required."

   We all sat around and helped Olive dispose of the rest of the wine
before we said our good-bys to Pablo and made our way back down to the
yacht.

   It was mid afternoon as we cast off from the small quay and the sun was
hot.  I guessed no one would object as I slipped out of my dress and lay
back in just my bikini bottoms.  "No point in wasting an opportunity to
improve my tan," I said to the smiling Alex.  He agreed.

   Olive got up and went below to return in a few minutes also topless.  I
saw the expression on Alex's face when she appeared.  Her breasts were
larger than mine, though not quite so firm, and they moved and swayed with
the movement of her body.  She had large dark areolas with even darker
protruding nipples.  The one thing I did notice that I had not noticed
before, maybe because of her dark tan, was some darker stripes across her
back and exposed buttocks.  I wondered how she had come by them, but I did
not like to ask.

   Christian produced a large bottle of champagne and we spent an
interesting trip on our return back to the big island drinking the ice cool
champagne as we skimmed over the clear blue waters.

   We parted company with Christian when we arrived back on Santorini.  He
wanted to arrange some onward transportation of the pictures he had bought,
so he suggested that Olive make her way back to the apartments with us and
he would join us later.  Alex thanked him for the trip, but Christian
shrugged it off.  "The pleasure was all mine," he said.  "You have a very
beautiful wife and I'm sure she is going to make us all some money."

   Back at the apartments, we invited Olive to join us until Christian
returned.  She happily agreed.  "Once he gets involved with his paintings,
he loses track of time," she said.  We went out on to the patio and Alex
rang room service for some drinks.  It was over an hour before Christian
arrived back.  He did not stop as it was almost dinner time and we all had
to change.  Olive thanked us for our company and said they would meet up
with us in the restaurant.

   The meal that evening was superb, and by the end of it, we were all
feeling nice and relaxed.  We had all been drinking steadily all day.  We
had a drink on the patio and Christian suggested that we go back to their
suite as he had something he wanted to show us.  Their place was a replica
of ours, and we sat on the patio in the late evening sunlight.  Christian
brought out some pictures to show us.  They were nudes.  "Painted by
Pablo," he explained.

   They were wonderful.  I could see why he thought so highly of him.  It
was in the expressions on the faces and in the shapes of the bodies of the
models.  I felt a sudden excitement.  This guy portrayed wantonness in the
women he painted.

   As we drank more wine and the conversation got more intimate, I even
blushed slightly when Christian told Olive about my impromptu demonstration
that afternoon.  That led on to even more revealing stories from Alex about
how we met and my little show at his stag party.

   "I think we are two very lucky men," Christian said to Alex.  "We both
seem to have wives who other men only dream about." Alex smiled.  "I could
see from your expression this afternoon," Christian continued, "that you
enjoyed watching Laura sexually relieving herself in front of us, and from
what you have told us, you both enjoy the thrill and excitement you give to
each other." Alex nodded and clutched my hand tightly, smiling lovingly at
me.

   Christian smiled over at his partner.  "Olive and I have a similar
arrangement to you, but on a different level.  Olive takes her pleasures
from pain." Suddenly I remembered the marks on her back and buttocks. 
"Until I met Olive, I had never raised my hand to a woman.  I was brought
up to believe that a man who struck a woman was a monster and a bully, but
Olive has taught me differently.  Pain can be administered in such a way
that it brings incredible pleasure to the victim."

   He went on to explain that back home they were active members of a BDSM
group.  He smiled across at me.  "Olive, like you, also likes to take her
pleasures in public.  She likes nothing better than to be secured, stripped
naked, and punished before an appreciative audience." I looked across at
Olive.  She gave me a weak smile and ran a tongue across her lips.  On the
sofa, I could see Alex looking at her, a hungry expression on his face, and
I noticed with some amusement the rising protrusion in his pants.

   There was a silence in the room for some minutes as we all sat and drank
our wine.  Then Christian got to his feet.  "I think a little demonstration
is in order," he said.  Olive looked up a little startled, but Christian
smiled at her.  "Laura provided the entertainment this afternoon, so it is
up to us to provide it tonight."

   Opening a wardrobe, he bent inside and pulled out a canvas holdall.  He
set it on a small table, unzipped it, and pulled out some rope, one a short
piece about a meter long with leather cuffs at either end.  He motioned to
Olive to stand up.  I could see she was somewhat nervous, but she willingly
held out her arms and allowed him to strap the cuffs around her wrists.  He
took up the longer rope and looked around.  Then he pulled up a chair, and
standing on it, passed the rope around a large wooden beam.  He tested his
weight on the rope before getting down.  He spoke to Olive as he tied the
longer rope on to the one securing her wrists.  I could not catch what he
said to her, but she looked over to where we were still sitting and
watching, and smiled.

   When he had finished securing the rope, he looked at us and began
pulling on the rope.  Olive's arms were slowly pulled up over her head, and
then he strained as he began to lift her off her feet.  With her toes just
a few inches from the marble floor, he then secured the rope on to a door
handle.  Olive hung there, swinging slowly, looking more than a little
uncomfortable.

   Christian turned to us looking pleased with his effort.  He must have
seen the slightly worried looks on our faces.  He smiled.  "Don't look so
worried.  I can assure you that Olive is a more than willing partner." He
looked at her as she licked her lips, smiled, and slowly nodded her head.
"The first time I saw her get thrashed I almost cried.  Olive, I found out
later, had been into BDSM long before I met her.  It was she who took me to
our first event.  She was the first woman at the event to be tied to a
cross member, stripped, and then whipped.  She had arranged it to be that
way.  Two men had to restrain me at first.  They held me in front of her as
two other men laid into her with leather whips.

   After the first half dozen strokes, I saw the expression on her face was
not one of pain and anguish as I would have expected, but one of sheer
pleasure.  The more they beat her, the more she loved it, calling out for
them to hit her harder.  After a while, I too found myself enjoying the
show.  There were a couple of dozen people in the room, both men and women,
who cheered on every stroke.  When it was at last over, she was released
and fell into my arms.

   One of the other members helped me to take her into a small room.  We
laid her face down on a bed.  Her back and buttocks were crisscrossed with
angry red wheals.  She didn't speak until the helper had left the room, and
then she turned and smiled at me.  "Please fuck me, Christian," "she said.

   He stopped and turned and looked at Olive, still swinging gently.  "That
night in that small room was the greatest sex we had ever had, and it's
been the same ever since." I looked across at Alex and saw him wipe beads
of perspiration from his face.

   Christian went over to Olive.  He unbuttoned the top buttons on her
dress.  Then gripping hold of it, he roughly pulled it down her body.  It
fell in an untidy heap below her feet.  Under it she was wearing a
strapless bra and a white thong.  I could not help but notice a damp stain
already visible on the white thong.  The bra was the next item to be
removed.  Her breast jerked and swung as the bra was ripped from her body.
It was clearly noticeable that her nipples were already erect and standing
out sharply from the dark circles of her areolas.

   Christian ran his finger over the wet patch on her thong and there was
an audible groan from Olive.  "She's juicing up already," he said smiling
as he held the finger up to his nose.  Then he gripped the thong and tore
it from her body.  As the thin material ripped, she swung wildly and
Christian steadied her.

   Now that she was naked, her pubes shaved clean, the lips of her pussy
clearly visible, you could see the wetness streaking the inside of her
thighs.  I smiled as I saw Alex trying to subdue a rising erection as he
took in every exposed inch of Olive's nakedness.

   Christian left her hanging there for a moment as he took a swig of his
wine.  She had a beautiful body, her breasts pulled taught with her arms
held above her head, her nipples sharply pointed.  The flatness of her
stomach and the delightful sight of her exposed pussy drew our eyes.  I
felt a sudden urge to run over and take her nakedness in my arms, to run my
tongue around her nipples, to kneel and lick the juices from her thighs.  I
shuddered at the thought.

   Christian went to the bag on the table.  He took from it a long wooden
paddle, something like a short cricket bat.  He brought it down on his hand
with a sharp whack.  He smiled as he positioned himself behind Olive.  I
cringed as the bat was brought down sharply on her bare bottom.  She
squealed.  It was brought down again a second time, this time on the other
cheek.  Each time the bat landed on her, her body jerked.  Her luscious
breasts quivered, and her legs swung open.  I was fascinated by the scene
in front of me.  I had never experienced anything like it.  I knew about
BDSM, but had never experienced it myself.  To actually see someone
enjoying pain was an eye opener.

   In the meantime, Alex could not take his eyes off the helpless woman. 
His hands were deep in his pockets gripping on to a rock hard erection.  I
sidled over towards him.  He made no objection as I unzipped his pants and
slipped my hand inside to grip his engorged member.  I rubbed him off
tenderly as Christian continued to rain blows on Olive's perfect backside.
It did not take him long to cum and his hot juices exploded and ran over my
encircling fingers.  He fell back, sighing contentedly.

   I could see that Olive was now in a very aroused state.  She was
shouting to Christian to hit her harder.  He smiled and whispered something
in her ear.  She looked across at me and nodded excitedly.  Christian came
over.  "She wants you to continue the punishment," he said.

   I looked up at him shaking my head.  "I can't," I said.  "I've never hit
a woman or anybody for that matter."

   Christian smiled.  "Just try it." He pressed the paddle into my hands.

   Alex looked at me.  "Go on, girl.  You can do it." I got up unsteadily
and moved towards the naked figure of Olive.

   She smiled.  "You can't hurt me," she said.  "Show them what you can
do." I stood behind her.  I could see her bottom was reddened from the
paddling she had taken from Christian.  I winced as I brought the paddle
down for the first time.

   It wasn't that hard, but Olive cried out, "Yes, oh yes," as the wooden
bat struck her tender skin.  I hit her again a little harder this time and
for a moment the thought of my father hitting me when I was a young girl
flashed through my mind.  The third stroke was harder and Olive let out a
long low groan.  I realised I was perspiring.  I wiped my hand across my
brow.

   "If you're hot, you can always strip for us." I looked over at the two
of them sitting watching me; it was Christian who had spoken.  I looked at
Alex.  He nodded.  I pulled open the buttons of my sun dress and pushed it
down over my hips.  I wasn't wearing a bra, just a brief thong.  All but
naked I swung the bat again it landed with a thwack on her already reddened
bottom.  I couldn't believe this.  I was really beginning to enjoy myself.

   Olive was crying out for more and I redoubled my effort.  I could feel
the perspiration running down between my breasts.  Suddenly, she screamed
out and I realised she had orgasmed.  I stood there watching as her body
twitched and jerked on the rope.  I dropped the bat and went to her.  I
wrapped my arms around her naked body.  I could feel her pressing herself
against me.  "Thank you, oh thank you," she gasped.  I moved my hand down
between her legs feeling the warm juices running from her pussy on my
fingers.

   "Suck her," a voice behind me said, and I knew it was Alex.

   I looked up at Olive and she nodded.  "Please, Laura," she whispered.  I
sank down on my knees in front of her.  I could sense the warm musky smell
of her pussy.  Her thighs were streaked with her juices.  I leaned forward
and buried my face in her wetness.  My tongue delved into the sweetness of
her slit.  I gripped onto her thighs, pressing myself into her, my
exploring tongue searching her depths.

   I was so engrossed in my job that it was not until I felt my thong being
drawn down that I realised that someone was behind me.  I didn't know who
it was, but by that time I didn't care either.  Exploring fingers eased
apart my legs and spread my pussy lips to allow access to the warm wet
interior.

   As I continued to give Olive the treatment, I gasped as I felt the
hardness of a cock rubbing against my portals.  I knew it wasn't Alex
because he was larger than this.  Then with a thrust, he was inside me.  I
gasped and I felt hands gripping me as he continued to thrust into me. 
Olive spread her legs giving me total access to her pussy while Christian
pounded into mine from the rear.  I could only guess that Alex was enjoying
the spectacle.

   We all came almost in unison as Olive's juices ran over my face and I
felt Christian erupt inside me, which immediately brought on my own orgasm.
I sank to the floor as Christian slid out of me.  I rested for a few
minutes, then Christian helped me to my feet.  I stepped out of my thong
that was still around my legs, and Christian led me over to the bubbling
spa and helped me in.  The warm scented water felt wonderful.  Then he
released Olive and she came over and sank into the pool beside me. 
Christian filled up all our glasses before he and Alex stripped and joined
us.

   It did not take long in the bubbling water before we were soon all
revived again.  Beneath the water, a searching hand eased my legs apart.  I
looked at Christian who was sitting beside me.  He smiled.  I allowed him
to slip his hand between my legs, and then I closed them, gripping him
tightly.  I grinned.  On the other side of the spa, I was not surprised to
see Alex taking full advantage of Olive's nakedness.  One hand was
caressing her breast, and I could only guess where the other one was.

   Later, I lay back in Christian's arms, his hand gently caressing my
breast, and watched my husband make love to Olive.  I must say I was a
little jealous to see him thrusting into her, but I knew he would be more
than ready for me when we returned home.

   The following morning I had a tender pussy and a slightly sore head. 
Strong coffee and a large breakfast helped my head, but there was little I
could do for my pussy but apply soothing baby cream.  We had a quiet day on
the beach, totally relaxing.  Christian was away on business and I'm not
sure where Olive was, probably recovering from the night before, but it was
nice to be on our own for the day.  Christian wasn't back by dinner time,
and after a nice meal, we decided on an early night.  Things down below
were feeling a lot better and well enough to take full advantage of what
Alex had to offer.  Afterwards, we lay in each others arms contentedly and
fell asleep.