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Carol's Weekend
by Bundal (bunda1@aol.com)
***
A guy loses a gambling bet. His loses included his
wife's pussy. She's not all that disturbed by the
prospect. (MMF, wife-sharing, husb-voy)
***
'So how was your game last night?' she asked brightly
as Ian came into the kitchen. Without replying he
walked over to the coffee percolator and poured himself
a cup before turning to face her, his buttocks resting
against the work surface.
'OK,' she said, laughing, 'so how much did you lose,
#50, #100. More?'
His gaze induced a little flutter of concern in her
stomach as he slowly sipped his coffee.
'Rather more than that I am afraid,' he said quietly.
Dropping his eyes to the floor he mumbled something
that she could not catch.
'How much?' she queried, her tone hardening a little.
'I lost you,' he said quietly, unable to look at her.
'What on earth do you mean, you lost me?' she replied,
her voice tinged with nervous humour.
'It was the last play of the night,' he said, 'I had an
incredible hand and the betting just kept going on and
on, but I knew I couldn't lose so I just kept on going.
Eventually it was just me and Frank left and the pot
was massive. I ran out of money and the rules state
that you can't borrow from anyone around the table.
Anyway Frank said that he would offer me ten thousand
against you.'
Carol stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified
almost to hear the outcome, yet knowing it already.
'And you lost?' she whispered.
'Four tens to his four queens,' replied Ian. 'I
couldn't believe it. Anyway I told Frank that I would
deliver the cash to him today but he just looked at me
as if I had gone mad and told me that the bet had been
you not $10,000.'
'And if I don't go to him, you lose the contract, is
that it?' Carol finished for him.
Ian shook his head, miserably. She watched the tears
roll down his face and turned her gaze away from him
not because she was ashamed to see her husband cry but
so that he could not guess at the flutter of excitement
that coursed through.
For several minutes there was absolute silence before
Carol dared to speak.
'What conditions am I supposed to accede to?' she asked
in a firm, businesslike tone.
Ian started to tell her that they would not go through
with it but she cut him short, asking again what the
conditions were.
'We are supposed to go and stay with him at his house
in the country next weekend and he will have total
control over us for forty-eight hours.'
'I see,' said Carol and stood and left the kitchen.
In the bedroom, alone, she stood in front of the mirror
and opened her bathrobe letting it fall to the floor.
She appraised herself in the looking-glass and was
proud of what she saw. A lean, well-proportioned body
with firm breasts, a flat stomach, long athletic legs
at the juncture of which lay her hairless pussy.
Staring at herself she reached down and touched her
slit and as she knew it would be, felt the wetness on
her prominent lips.
'So Frank is going to fuck me, eh?' she thought. And
smiled.
That evening she waited until Ian had settled in front
of the TV before she entered the room and stood in
front of him.
'I will go through with this,' she said in a tone that
begged no interruption, 'on one understanding.
'You chose to value me in a bet at ten thousand pounds
with no regard for me. Well I will do whatever Frank
wants with no regard for you, because I want to.
Neither you nor any man could force me to settle your
bet against my will but in my settling it you will pay
dearly for having treated me this way. Do you
understand?' Looking down at her husband she saw him
nod miserably before she turned and left the room.
On the Tuesday evening the phone rang during the
morning. Carol picked up the receiver and was surprised
to find that it was Frank.
'Before you say anything, Carol will you please listen
to what I have to say?' he said in a calm tone.
When she did not reply he spoke once more. 'Ian has
told me that you have agreed to settle his outstanding
debt to me but if you say to me now that you do not
wish to then I will say no more and further I shall not
cancel the contract with him.'
There was a pause of several long seconds before Carol
replied. 'I will clear the debt,' she said simply.
'Wonderful,' Frank said calmly, 'then I require you to
do the following. Get a pen and paper and jot this down
so that you do not forget.'
Her heart pounding she cradled the phone between her
ear and shoulder and wrote down exactly what he said.
When he had finished speaking she said goodbye and set
the phone down. She looked down and self-consciously
pulled her finger from her soaking pussy, fascinated by
the fact that it was there in the first place.
Aroused beyond belief and amazed at her reaction she
walked over to the fridge and opened the door. Reaching
inside she took out a small cucumber and sinking to the
floor she opened her robe, spread her legs and slid the
vegetable deep into her sopping cunt. Minutes later she
lay on the floor of her kitchen, gasping for air as the
dark, green phallus slipped from her engorged lips.
Rarely had she experienced such an intense orgasm.
***
Friday arrived with the inevitability of every other
day and after Ian left for work Carol packed their
cases and set about preparing herself for the events
that lay ahead.
When Ian returned she had everything ready and after a
quick snack they loaded the car and drove the two hour
route to Frank's weekend retreat. As their car crunched
noisily over the gravel they both saw Frank open the
door of the large house and wave to them. Stopping the
car they both got out and after initial greetings were
done they unloaded the car and followed their host into
the cool hallway.
'This way,' Frank commanded them, calmly, yet with an
air that was not easy to disobey as he led them up the
flight of wide stairs to the first floor. Opening a
door on his right Frank stood back and allowed Ian who
was behind him to enter.
'Give me Carol's suitcase, Ian,' he said quietly. There
was a short pause before Frank repeated the statement,
an edge of hardness entering his voice. Unable to look
at him Ian handed over Carol's case. Stepping back into
the hall Frank stretched out his hand, inviting Carol
to proceed down the hall. Without looking at Ian she
did as she was invited.
'Here we are,' said Frank stopping and opening a door
that gave onto a gloriously decorated master bedroom,
dominated by an enormous bed. Stepping past her he
placed the case on a table against one wall. 'I will
see you in thirty minutes downstairs,' he said smiling
warmly at her, 'you will not speak to Ian from now on
without my express permission, nor will you touch him
or allow him to touch you in any way.'
Carol let out her breath as the door closed behind him
and surveyed the room and its furnishings before she
opened her suitcase and found some space in the
wardrobe to hang her clothes. She stared at the large,
sealed brown bag that lay at the bottom of the case and
picking it up placed it on the centre of the bed before
finding the en-suite bathroom and freshening herself
up.
Meanwhile Frank was standing in front of Ian in the
guest bedroom. 'Remember, Ian, that I own both of you
for the next forty-eight hours. You will do exactly as
I say at all times and without hesitation. You know the
consequences should you or Carol fail me in any way.'
As Ian nodded his head Frank took in the noticeable
bulge in Ian's trousers and smiled to himself.
Carol found her way to the large drawing room exactly
on time to discover Frank sitting at a desk writing
while the strains of a Puccini opera floated softly
through the room. Looking up at her entrance he smiled
warmly and beckoned her over to him. She came and stood
before him and closed her eyes as she felt his hands
rest on the outsides of her thighs.
Slowly he raised her short summer frock until her high
cut white panties were fully displayed to him. Gently
he massaged the round, taut cheeks of her arse,
watching intently as the fabric of her knickers
stretched tightly over her pudenda, perfectly outlining
her shaven lips. Ever so slowly, under his careful
massage, a small dark spot started to grow on the
fabric.
Behind her Frank saw Ian enter the room and stop
abruptly as he saw the powerfully built man caress his
wife's perfect buttocks.
'Go outside and return in five minutes, Ian,' ordered
Frank. Ian hesitated only briefly before he turned and
left the room.
'Carol, please kneel down and take out my cock,' he
said calmly, 'and then if you would be good enough to
suck it for me please.'
Carol sank, trancelike, to her knees and reached
forward to draw the zip of his trousers down. Reaching
into his pants she seized his cock and released it,
unable to resist the little gasp that came as she saw
the size of his semi-erect member. Grasping it by the
base she lifted the heavy head to her mouth and slid
her lips over it.
Almost immediately she felt his tool begin to stiffen
and grow as she ran her mouth up and down its length,
twirling her tongue around its sensitive tip. She
squirmed slightly as she felt her pussy spasm and
release a trickle of moisture into her rapidly
dampening panties.
Ian was reasonably hung but Carol revelled in the sheer
size of Frank's cock, longer and thicker as it was. She
felt Frank's hands slide under her arms and gently lift
her off her knees. Her mouth lost contact with his
prick and she frowned inwardly. She had expected to
suck his beautiful cock for a while more.
'Take your panties off, Carol,' he told her, 'and place
them on the edge of the desk.'
Carol did as she was told, secretly revelling in the
now large, wet patch that clearly showed on the white
cotton. Carefully she placed them on the top of the
desk before turning back to Frank once more. Grasping
her waist he pulled her towards him and she felt the
engorged knob of his manhood prod between her
glistening lips as he raised her skirt from behind.
Gently yet firmly he drew her down and she moaned as
she felt him stretch her wide, driving his cock deeply
into her until she was sitting astride him.
'Stay perfectly still,' he said quietly as he arranged
her skirt demurely over her thighs so that it was
impossible to see anything untoward in their position.
At that moment Ian returned and Frank swung the office
chair around until the pair of them faced him as he
stood uncertainly in the doorway. 'Sit in that chair,
Ian,' said Frank motioning to an armchair directly in
front of them.
Silently Ian did as he was told. Carol watched her
husband sit down, his eyes flickering between the floor
and the united couple in front of him. Abruptly he saw
her panties on the desk and Carol distinctly saw his
cock twitch in his trousers as he realised the full
situation.
The faintest of moans escaped her lips as she felt
Frank's cock pulse strongly in her cunt and her urge to
rise and fall on his prick was almost intolerable yet
his hands held her waist firmly, resisting her attempts
to move the monster between her lips.
Then suddenly he moved in her, pulling her effortlessly
upwards before letting her fall back onto his slick
tool. Carol tasted blood as she bit her lip. Pain and
ecstasy mingled for her as he drove his cock deeper
into her than she had ever had one before. Again and
again she felt herself rise and fall and she leaned
forward slightly, resting her hands on her knees as his
giant cock filled her soaking passage.
She opened her eyes as she heard Ian grunt and saw him
shift uncomfortably in his chair, his trousers tenting
at the front.
'See how your husband loves to see his beautiful wife
get fucked by a proper cock,' exclaimed Frank with a
touch of amusement in his voice. Sure enough as Carol
watched she saw a stain spread on the front of his
trousers and realised that her husband had just
ejaculated. A small tinge of compassion for her husband
was swept away as Frank hauled her down once more onto
his cock.
On and on he pounded into her, seemingly oblivious to
the sensations she knew her tight cunt must be
producing for him and still she heard his breathing
steady and normal until all sound for her was drowned
out in the scream of ecstasy she uttered as wave after
wave of climax swept over her. Frank held her tightly
as she shuddered and trembled on his lap, feeling her
juice spurt out from her plugged cunt to dampen his
thighs.
Without effort he lifted her off him, his prick exiting
her with a lewd sucking sound that carried clearly to
Ian.
'Take your clothes off Ian and your delectable wife
will clean you,' Frank ordered and watched as Ian stood
and discarded his garments until he stood naked in
front of his kneeling wife, droplets of come matting
his pubic hair to his groin.
'When you have finished with Ian join me on the terrace
outside Carol. Ian you may go to your room.' With that
Frank tucked his wilting prick into his trousers and
left through the french windows.
Ten minutes later Carol joined him as he leaned over
the balcony. 'Thank-you Frank,' she said simply. He
turned and smiled at her then looked out over the beach
and the people who passed before them.
Ian watched them from his window as they stood close to
each other, talking. His emotions lay in tatters
realising just how much it had turned him on to see his
wife ride that big prick. Incredible.
As he watched he saw Frank's hand slide down Carol's
shapely back and rest for a moment on her covered
behind but it stayed still only for a moment or two
before pushing the fabric up over her waist to expose
her beautiful, firm buttocks. Ian realised that anyone
glancing from the beach towards them must be able to
see his wife's bare pussy and the thought swelled his
rapidly hardening cock still further.
He was fully hard when, after dipping his forefinger
into Carol's wet cunt, Frank slid it forcefully into
her anus causing her to cry out at the pain and arousal
of its entry. Slowly and casually his finger wormed in
and out of her as she struggled to control her
breathing.
Supporting herself on the balustrade, Carol felt her
knees weaken as her breath began to come in little
pants. The sensations he was inducing in her were
breathtaking and she kept biting her lip to suppress
her moans, acutely aware that any loud noise would
undoubtedly draw attention to them from the passing
people not thirty yards away on the beach.
Very soon Carol shuddered into another orgasm, not so
intense as before but nonetheless very pleasurable.
Once she had recovered she straightened up and
announced that she needed the lavatory.
Frank smiled at her, his finger still hooked in her
arse. 'By all means, Carol,' he said with a broad
smile. As she turned to go his finger bent a little in
her arse and she stopped abruptly. 'Here,' he said.
Carol turned slowly and looked into the man's eyes. She
could not believe that he had said that and there was
no way that she was going to pee there on the balcony
for anyone to see but his eyes held hers steadily and
she felt her resolve ebb away as she realised that he
was perfectly serious.
Some minutes later Ian sprayed his watery spunk onto
the window as he saw his wife release her stream where
she stood. Once more the pure eroticism of the
situation had proved too much and control had deserted
him.
Downstairs Carol closed her eyes as she felt her hot
liquid fall from her legs to splash around her ankles.
Despite herself she felt so highly charged that she
wondered if she was going to pass out. Her nipples
ached to be released from the confines of her dress and
her clitoris seemed almost to be vibrating of its own
accord so sensitive was it.
Pulling her around in front of him, Frank turned his
back on the beach and opened his zip. Despite the fact
that his body obscured her as he pushed her to her
knees Carol had never felt so lewd in all her life.
Here she was about to go down on a practical stranger
in broad daylight, within calling distance of perhaps
ten people.
Not even a whore would take a risk like this she
thought to herself as she engulfed his fat cock in her
willing mouth. She knew though that her pussy was
practically on fire with this new feeling and despite
herself she was unbelievably aroused.
Reaching up she began to pump his cock with her small
hand as she worked her tongue frenziedly around his
shaft.
As if reading her mind Frank suddenly spoke, 'Suck it
you tart. Take my cock all the way in like a #100
whore.' Carol renewed her frenzied attack on the head
of his cock as the words tumbled over her. Recognising
the lack of malice in the abuse did nothing to
alleviate the added thrill it gave to the situation.
'That's it slut, suck my cock,' he continued, 'taste it
you fucking whore,' again and again he used the words
and each time seemed to have more effect than the last
until Carol's cunt juice was flooding down her thighs
as her hand rubbed hard at her clitoris.
Just as she came she felt him shudder. 'Do not
swallow,' he said clearly before firing an incredible
amount of hot cum into her aching mouth.
Despite his order she had to swallow a little while
more squeezed around the edge of his prick and rolled
down her cheeks. Pulling his cock out of her he dragged
her limp body to her feet and kissed her lips before
moving behind her so that once more she was on show to
anyone who cared to look in their direction.
She felt his breath hot on her neck as he breathed into
her ear. 'Now you may,' he whispered. In a trance Carol
let his warm spunk slide down her throat only dimly
aware that she had never swallowed Ian's cum before in
their entire time together.
Taking her hand he led her back into the main room of
the house where he fixed them both a long cooling
drink. Once seated he watched Carol as she struggled to
come to terms with the events of the last few hours and
was pleased when he saw her eyes grow calm. Telling her
to finish her drink he then ordered her to the bedroom
that they were to share for the next two nights.
Once upstairs Carol stripped off and went through to
the bathroom to shower whilst Frank sat on the bed and
opened up the bag that she had bought. In it were
several different items that he had told her to buy at
an extremely seedy shop in one of the more run down
areas of the city where they lived.
Presently Carol came through, wrapped in a towel.
Immediately she saw the items spread out on the bed she
blushed causing Frank to smile at her obvious
embarrassment.
'Come here Carol,' he said, holding out his hand to
her. She approached the bed and as she reached him he
stood up and gently catching her around the waist bent
her over the bed. Carol watched, fascinated, as the big
man reached onto the bed and took a tube of KY jelly.
Guessing what was coming next she relaxed her body only
to tense briefly as she felt the coldness of the jelly
liberally smeared onto her tight puckered anus.
'Relax,' she heard his say softly and a moment later
she felt the blunt tip of the dildo she had seen him
take from the bed rest against her tight hole.
Taking a deep breath she concentrated hard on relaxing
her sphincter as she felt him gently yet firmly work
the fat rubber cock into her anus. At one point its
sheer width caused her to cry out but in the same
moment she felt the rest of it slide into her until
only the t-bar was left visible. He stroked her bottom
for a moment before helping her to straighten up.
Gingerly she adjusted her position and found that apart
from the feeling of fullness it gave her she could move
freely and without discomfort. Turning her around he
pushed her gently onto the bed and carefully slipped a
pair of heavy chrome balls into her cunt. Finally he
held out a pair of thin rubber panties that she had not
seen before and told her to put them on.
'Finish getting dressed and then go downstairs and wait
for us,' he said in a hushed voice that did not quite
hide his excitement. With that he left the room.
When she had readied herself she went down the long
flight of stairs and as no-one was about made herself a
gin and tonic, settling on the settee to await
developments.
As she sat she was very aware of the items he had
placed in her and the heat she was experiencing from
the tight rubber pants she wore. Everytime she moved
little pleasurable tremors flicked though her body.
Twenty minutes later the two men walked into the room.
Ian was dressed in unbelievably tight jeans that did
nothing to hide the bulge of his cock and a dark,
mustard coloured shirt. Frank was dressed in an
expensive cream coloured suit under which he wore a
shirt and tie.
'Shall we go?' he said amiably and turned to leave the
room. Rising too quickly Carol let out a small yelp of
pleasure as the balls moved in her hot pussy and she
stumbled past Ian, ignoring his curious gaze.
Frank told her to get in the back of the car with him
and handed the keys to Ian telling him to drive and
warning him not to drink any alcohol that night.
The run into the local town took ten minutes but after
just a couple Carol was squirming in the back seat as
each time the car passed over a bump in the road the
butt plug dipped a little deeper into her.
Once parked the couple followed Frank until he turned
down a dark alley and stopped outside an innocuous
door. Tapping gently on it in an obviously coded way,
he stepped back and a second later the door swung open.
The three of them stood in the dimly lit foyer until a
girl, dressed in a black leather basque and stockings
arrived and led them to a table close to a small stage.
Frank ordered a bottle of wine for them and shortly
afterwards it was delivered to the table by the same
girl who had let them in. She explained that she was
there to see to their every need for the evening. Frank
smiled knowingly.
Suddenly Carol jumped in her seat and groaned out loud.
Ian along with everyone else in the small room stared
inquisitively at her as she sat rigid, her hands
pressed firmly on the table top staring desperately
down to her legs. After a moment she seemed to relax
and with a gasp she slumped back into her chair,
looking hard at Frank who simply smiled and took his
hand out of his pocket.
She could hear the other guests talking and laughing
and somehow knew that she was the centre of every
conversation in the room. She saw Ian look at her
speculatively as she stood up and asked the girl where
the lavatory was. Once directed she moved off across
the dimly lit room.
Frank caught the waitress by the arm, whispered in her
ear and watched as she followed Carol across the room.
When she reached the ladies room Carol found a cubicle
and sat down. Raising her skirt she pulled the front of
the black, rubber panties down and looked at the small
cord that extended out of her pussy. Just as she did
the door of the cubicle swung open and Carol saw the
waitress swiftly enter, closing the door behind her.
'Excuse me,' Carol said angrily, 'I am using this
lavatory at the moment. Would you kindly get out.'
'I will when you have finished,' smiled the girl, 'I am
here to make sure that you do not remove anything that
you shouldn't.'
Carol knew there was no point in protesting and sighed
deeply. 'Be my guest,' she snapped and with that pulled
the panties down and proceeded to sit down on the
lavatory. Angrily she stared at the young woman who
stood close to her and her anger increased as she saw
the girl simply smile back.
With difficulty Carol managed to pee before she stood
up, re-arranged her underwear and pushed past the
waitress with a curt, 'Happy?'
She was halfway back across the room when the love
balls buried in her pussy burst, once more, into life.
Carol's knees buckled and she would have fallen but for
the fact that she managed to steady herself on the
shoulders of a man sitting close to her. Unable to
speak she was aware of the curious look on the man's
face as she leant against him panting for breath.
As suddenly as it had started the intense vibration
stopped and Carol managed to rise. Muttering sorry to
the man who now wore an amused expression she walked
carefully to her table. As she sat she looked hard at
Frank who merely grinned and slid his hand into his
pocket. This time she felt the plug in her arse pulse
and once more she was reduced instantly to a
breathless, moaning mess.
For the next half hour they sat, barely speaking,
drinking wine and sampling the little delicacies that
the waitress brought to their table. Suddenly the
lights dimmed and a soft light spread over the stage
drawing their attention to it.
A moment later two women appeared on the stage and to
applause from the audience began to strip and fondle
each other. The audience watched as the two girls went
through a standard lesbian scene, ending with them
sixty-nining each other to orgasm.
Carol noticed Ian squirming in his seat as the girls
performed and could clearly see his tightly constrained
cock bulge against the material of his jeans.
After a small pause the girls left the stage to
applause to be replaced by two men who proceeded to
copy the act of the two girls. Carol had never seen two
men together like this and although it was not entirely
to her taste she found the scene strangely erotic.
Several more acts followed, each more exciting to her
than the previous, almost as if the whole show had been
aimed at bringing her to a pitch of excitement. Several
times Frank had activated the items in her which she
now realised were radio-controlled and she knew that
her pants were awash with her own secretions.
On stage a beautiful girl was sucking the enormous
prick of a stunning black man whilst she plunged a
dildo in and out of her slick pussy. Carol could not
believe that the girl could possibly be acting as she
slid sideways onto the floor of the stage and fucked
herself mercilessly to orgasm, groaning and screaming
in her delight while the black man stood watching her a
grin on his lips.
As the girl lay there whimpering Frank leaned forward
to Carol. 'Finish him,' he said simply.
Dazed and aroused at her own sexual frustration Carol
moved like an automaton to the front of the stage. The
black man advanced and held his cock proudly out in
front of him. Without a word Carol took his massive
hardness in her mouth and began to suck.
The audience watched in absolute silence as this
beautiful woman who they did not know fellated the
actor for their pleasure... It did not last long and
with a broad grin the man jetted his spunk into the
girl's mouth, pulling his cock out halfway through to
shoot a wad of hot come into her face. The audience
went wild as the lights dimmed and Carol slumped back
into her chair.
Frank leaned forward and Carol felt him slip the straps
of her dress over her shoulders to reveal her creamy
tits to the entire gathering. Ian had never seen his
wife's nipples so hard before. Then to the delight of
the audience Carol brought her fingers to her face,
wiped the man's come off her cheek and massaged it into
her breasts.
'Ian,' said Frank evenly, 'go and get your wife some
tissues from the men's room.' With a desperate look at
his wife Ian did as he was told and limped away across
the floor.
Turning her chair to face him Frank addressed the
blonde. 'We can leave now Carol,' he said earnestly,
'or we can stay. Needless to say, if we do stay you are
going to be the centre of attention for the rest of the
evening.'
Carol stood and for a moment Frank thought that he had
misjudged her and that she was going to leave. She
stood looking at Frank for a long moment and then with
an elegant wiggle she let her dress drop to the floor.
There was a moment's silence before the room erupted in
applause at the sight of this gorgeous woman standing
amongst them clad only in a pair of rubber panties and
high heels.
Reaching up Frank firmly grasped her stiff nipples and
pulled her down to kiss her, smiling as he did so. When
she stood upright once more she realised that she was
more aroused than she had ever been in her life before.
Ian watched as his wife stepped up onto the stage and
in full view of everyone slowly drew the rubber pants
down her long legs.
Silence rained as she drew the two chrome balls from
her pussy and lasciviously licked them clean before
tossing them to Frank who caught and pocketed them in
one deft movement. Then she stepped down from the
raised platform.
Imperiously she looked around the room until her eyes
found Ian. Pointing at him she beckoned him towards
her. Hesitantly he approached the magnificent form of
his wife, sweat glazing his forehead. Meekly he stood
there as she undid his jeans and in full view of the
assembly wrapped her fist around his straining prick
and led him to the stage.
Pushing him onto his back she straddled his stiff prick
and then sank down unerringly onto it so that in one
fluid motion it was engulfed by her sopping pussy.
Slowly and easily she began to ride her husband for the
entertainment of the audience who had a perfect view of
his knob sliding in and out of her hole.
***
An elegant woman in her early forties stood up and
walked to the front of the stage and leaning forward
gently licked Carol's tits for a moment or two before
going on her way to the ladies room. Ian felt his balls
contract painfully and he shot his remaining spunk up
into his wife's hot hole.
After a moment Carol stood, watery cum dripping from
her pussy and reaching between her legs caught some in
her palm and licked it off. Then she twisted at the
waist and looked lovingly at her husband. 'Sorry,' she
mouthed before turning to the audience once more.
The look of challenge was clear for all to see.
From the back of the room a middle-aged man stood up
and strode forward. Without a word he grasped Carol and
lifted her easily off the stage. Silently he turned her
and pushed her down so that her arse was raised high
and her tits were squashed onto the carpeted floor of
the stage. Without pre-amble he whipped his hard cock
out of his trousers and slammed it into Carol's
dripping cunt.
Savagely he rammed in and out of her making her moan
and groan with the sheer power of his thrusts. Frank
watched as this demure, beautiful suburban wife shoved
her hips back to meet the hard thrusts of the complete
stranger, her husband lying on the stage, jeans around
his ankles, grimacing as his tortured penis began to
swell again.
On and on the man fucked her as she called out
obscenely, urging him to shaft her deeper and harder
until with a loud shout he straightened and pumped his
seed deep into her.
As Frank watched another man came forward and, turning
her on her back, took over where the first man had left
off. As he pistoned into her Frank turned on the butt
plug and Carol let out a scream of pure pleasure as her
body was wracked by her convulsing climax.
Man after man took her that evening, ramming her cum
filled twat, tweaking her nipples, mauling her tits
and, as each one fell away, she called out for more. In
her frenzied state she willingly tongued out the cunt
of more than one woman who climbed onto the stage and
lowered themselves onto her face.
Hot cum ran down her thighs, between the cheeks of her
arse and puddled under her buttocks. Her cunt glistened
under a coating of sticky spunk as she screamed out in
total wanton abandonment. And all the while her husband
and Frank watched.
Eventually it had to end and, when the last man had
withdrawn from her, she lay still on her back, gasping.
Slowly she raised herself and walked over to Frank.
Once more she lowered her face to his and kissed him
hard. 'Thank-you,' she whispered into his ear.
Frank stood and, signalling to Ian to follow, he walked
her out of the club to the rapturous applause of the
assembled patrons. Naked, she followed him down the
alley, cum running down her legs, to the car. As she
climbed into the back seat of the car, Frank smiled at
the serene smile that lit her face.
When they reached Frank's house he helped her out of
the car and together they walked onto the terrace with
Ian following. Without a word Ian sank to his knees and
gently parted his wife's thighs.
Gently and carefully he licked and cleaned her
enflamed, distended red pussy. When he had finished he
stood up and left them, returning to his room without a
word.
Frank reached between her legs and carefully pulled the
butt plug from her arse. She looked at him and lust
returned to her eyes. 'I know,' he said quietly and
undid the zipper of his trousers to free his cock.
She took it in her hand and gently massaged it to
stiffness before leaning down and wetting it with her
mouth. Then she bent over the balcony and spread her
arse cheeks very deliberately. Frank moved behind her
and slid his hot cock into her expanded anus.
Despite the stretching it had received all evening, she
groaned aloud as she felt his length force into her.
Slowly and carefully he slid it in and out of her as
she trembled under him. For what seemed like hours they
maintained the position, watching the setting sun go
down as he maintained a slow rhythm that induced one
small climax after another in her. Eventually she heard
him moan softly and she smiled as she felt him pump his
cum into her.
***
Carol awoke the next morning and, rolling over, looked
at the man who had so completely taken control of her.
Gently she pushed the sheet aside to reveal his strong
legs and she lay looking at his fat, limp cock capping
his heavy balls. She reached between her own legs and
gently massaged her aching cunt for a few minutes
before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom
where she stood under the shower for half an hour.
When she returned Frank was sitting up on the bed
drinking a cup of tea. 'Are you alright?' he asked
gently.
'How did you know?' she replied, kneeling on the bed at
his feet.
'I didn't,' he grinned, 'for sure that is. I just had a
hunch that you wanted to experience something more than
you have had before. It appears that I was right.'
'What I cannot believe is how excited Ian is about all
this,' she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
'I mean watching his wife turn in to the biggest slut
of all time.'
Frank smiled and reached forward to her. He pulled her
across his thighs and, without a word, she began to
gently grind her pussy over his prick. Soon it began to
swell and, when he was hard, Carol reached between them
and guided it into her wet pussy, wincing as it
stretched her still sore cunt. Frank pulled her down so
that her tits squashed against her chest and she slowly
and carefully slid up and down his rigid tool.
'Ian,' Frank called. A moment later the door opened and
in he walked. 'Lick your wife's beautiful arsehole,' he
ordered and Ian immediately dropped onto the bed and
began to probe her anus with his tongue, initiating
moans of lust from his wife.
Frank reached down and spread the cheeks of her arse.
'Put your cock in,' he said quietly to Ian.
Without a word Ian undid his jeans and took out his
prick. Rubbing saliva over its knob he placed it
against her crinkled hole and, as Carol slid back down
Frank's tool, he pushed. Carol bit Frank's shoulder
hard as she felt the second prick enter her body. The
intense feeling of being filled overwhelmed her and
tears slid down her cheek as she slowly drew forwards
so that both cocks only just remained inside her.
She held Frank's gaze for a long moment, smiled and
pushed back as hard as she could. Her scream of pain
and delight filled the room as she felt the two men
slam back into her. The feeling was indescribable to
her and she repeated the act.
'C'mon boys fuck me like the slut I am,' she called,
'fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me, you hot bastards.'
Again and again she rammed herself back before pulling
herself forward and screaming at them to fuck her. A
torrent of words fell from her mouth as she goaded them
to fill her fuller with their meat. Frank took her left
nipple in his mouth and held it secure in his teeth as
she bucked furiously on the two cocks.
Screaming, moaning, and thrashing wildly, she entered
her biggest ever orgasm as Ian splashed the inside of
her arse with his cum and she was only dimly aware of
the hot gush of Frank's spunk in her cunt.
With a loud moan she slumped forward onto Frank's
chest, twitching as Ian's cock was pulled from her.
Frank held her tight and stroked her hair as she slowly
came down from the pinnacle she had so recently
climbed. With a flick of his head he instructed Ian to
leave the room. Ian did as he was told. Frank held her
like this for an hour as she slept; all the while his
long cock remained snugly between her swollen lips.
Eventually she stirred and the first thing she saw was
his contented smile. 'Had enough?' he asked. Smiling,
she shook her head. Frank slapped her arse and rolled
her off him, laughing and shaking his head.
Downstairs they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast
of coffee and croissants. 'After breakfast Ian, you
will return home,' said Frank in a tone that brooked no
argument. 'Carol will be returned to you, unharmed, at
6.00pm tomorrow evening.' Ian looked miserably to his
wife who smiled reassuringly at him before resuming her
coffee. A few minutes later Ian had left the table and
ten minutes after that they heard the wheels of his car
crunching on the gravel as he drove away.
After the two of them had finished breakfast Frank led
Carol back upstairs and made her lie on the bed. He
went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with
a small tub from which he took a white substance.
Carefully he applied the ointment to Carol's red labia
and then he sat back. For a moment she lay there and
then she started to writhe on the bed as she felt her
cunt start to burn almost unbearably. For a full minute
she moaned and sobbed as pain flooded through her but
then she felt her pussy cool and a few moments later
she felt entirely renewed, all pain and soreness having
left her.
Carefully Frank wiped the rest of the ointment from her
lips and then, bending his head, he lapped gently at
her pussy, worming his tongue in and out of her rapidly
moistening hole. Shifting round on the bed, he brought
his cock up to Carol's mouth and she did not need to be
asked to wrap her lips around its fullness.
Frank nibbled Carol's clit carefully, tugging and
teasing it before dipping his tongue back into her wet
slot. As he did this he used his chin to bring pressure
onto her inflamed nub and she bucked under him as he
worked her into a passionate frenzy. Needing air, Carol
moved her lips off his rampant tool and breathed
deeply. She caught the scent of his cock, a mixture of
her cream and his and she moaned aloud in wanton
abandonment, bringing her tongue up between the cheeks
of his bottom until she found his tight anus.
Boldly she made her tongue rigid and poked it at his
hole. She felt him shiver and attack her pussy with
renewed vigour. Enjoying the reward of her assault, she
grabbed his hips and drew her mouth firmly against his
arsehole. As he felt her contact on this sensitive
area, Frank went wild, eating her pussy harder and
harder, twisting and pulling at her hard clit which in
turn increased her arousal, so that in a few moments
the two of them were thrashing around on the bed glued
to each other as they brought each other higher and
higher.
Releasing his hips, Carol squashed her breasts around
his impressive knob and squeezed hard, using her tits
to wank him as he buried his tongue deep into her fiery
twat. All the while she licked at his anus until, with
a shudder, she felt him shoot hot cum all over her
belly. Her smile of victory was short-lived as she
entered the sublime arena of her own climax and the two
of them panted and moaned in unison as wave upon wave
of pleasure engulfed them.
Later when they had calmed they lay wrapped in each
other's arms, kissing tenderly and stroking each other
gently, warmed by the sun that streamed through the
open bedroom window listening to the birds wheel and
dive outside.
Eventually Frank got up, showered and put on a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt. Returning to the bedroom he
looked admiringly at the sexy woman lying on his bed.
'Get up,' he ordered her, 'and get dressed.'
Then he turned to the wardrobe and selected a short
cotton frock and tossed it to her as she swung her legs
over the side of the bed. 'You won't need underwear,'
he grinned.
'You are joking,' she said as she slipped the dress
over her shoulders, 'look how short this thing is.'
The dress was indeed short and barely covered half her
thighs. Additionally, due to the loose fit, at certain
times and at certain angles, it was easy to see her
full tits through the armholes. Lastly, although Carol
did not realise this, when she stood in the sunlight
Frank was able to see right through the thin fabric.
'Perfect,' he said.
Taking her by the arm he led her down the path onto the
beach and they strolled along the sand past the
scattering of holiday makers. Seeing a young couple
lying, sunbathing, Frank purposefully walked close by
them so that when the reclining man opened his eyes as
they their shadows fell over him he was treated to a
perfect view of Carol's bare arse as it swayed under
her dress.
His girlfriend, also observing this, muttered, 'Tart,'
and slapped her boyfriend hard. Carol's cheeks reddened
at the term but inwardly she found herself excited at
the thought of the stranger seeing her nakedness. When
they were thirty yards behind them Frank very
deliberately lifted the hem of her frock so that the
young man received a final, very welcome view of
Carol's perfect behind.
Carol turned crimson but her pace did not falter and
she made no effort to push the skirt back down.
Presently they found a secluded place amongst the rocks
inhabited y only an old man who sat patiently attending
his fishing rod.
Carefully Frank positioned Carol so that the old man
could see her out of the corner of his eye, although
the fisherman appeared not to realise they were there.
For some time they sat quietly, Frank's arm around her
shoulders.
'Raise your skirt and masturbate,' he said in his
simple authoritative manner. Carol knew at this moment
that she was utterly powerless to resist the whims of
this strange man who sat beside her.
He watched quietly as she raised the front of her frock
and, spreading her legs, slid her right hand down over
her pubis. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers
lightly over her lips, acutely aware of the old man not
ten yards from where she sat. Gradually familiar
feelings began to course through her as she dipped her
fingers gently into her saturated cunt.
Bringing her left hand down, she rubbed at her clitoris
as she curled the fingers of her right into her pussy
to rub at the wall behind her pubic bone. Occasionally
the feeling was so intense that she shivered and
groaned. 'Open your eyes, Carol,' she heard him
whisper.
Knowing what she would see she slowly did as she was
told and saw the old man watching her intently, all
thoughts of his previous occupation gone, he made no
pretence about watching this beautiful girl frig
herself in front of him. Carol held his gaze as her
fingers roamed over and in her pussy, spreading her
copious juice all over her shining, bare cunt.
She watched as he quietly slid his hand down the front
of his old jeans and rubbed his cock through the hard
material. Pure lust swept over her as she thrust three
fingers deep into her pussy and then slowly withdrew
them before bringing them to her mouth. Frank seized
her wrist and changed her direction and it was his
mouth that licked the glistening juice from her.
The old man shifted around to watch more easily as
Carol returned her fingers to her pussy and humped them
into herself in short, sharp thrusts. Emboldened by the
relative seclusion and the spectacle he was witnessing,
he released his cock from his trousers and began to rub
it expertly. This pushed Carol to another plane as she
attacked her own pussy feverishly.
At a sign from Frank, the old man stood up and hobbled
awkwardly over to stand in front of Carol. Frank
watched as the old man devoured the sight before him,
furiously rubbing his old member until, with a gurgling
groan, he splattered the front of Carol's dress with a
surprising amount of come. Carol stepped over the edge
into that familiar world of her own orgasm, her eyes
tight shut as she ground down on her fingers.
When she opened her eyes again, a minute later, the old
man had returned to where he had been sitting. As Carol
and Frank rose to leave, he smiled gratefully at them
and waved farewell. Carol searched her memory to find
the last time that she had felt as sexually fulfilled
as this man beside her had accomplished. The answer
when it came back was never.
On they strolled until they came to a cafe/bar on the
edge of the beach. Entering, it took some moments for
their eyes to adjust to the gloom of the small place.
Taking a table, they enjoyed the coolness afforded them
by the shade and sipped at the long cool drinks that
Frank had ordered.
Their attention centred on a couple sitting at another
table. The man was short, balding and running to fat,
the woman, tall with a pinched face and unkempt hair
dragged into a bun. The woman was berating the glum
looking man for having forgotten to pack her
sunglasses. On and on she went, all the while the man
sat meekly accepting the verbal assault.
Finally the woman rose and stalked out, stopping at the
door and telling him not to forget to pay the bill.
Carol and Frank watched as he rose slowly and walked
over to the counter. They heard him ask where the
toilet was as he handed over the money to the cashier.
Instantly Frank was on his feet and, dragging Carol
behind him, he crossed the floor and entered the door
marked 'Gentlemen'. Quickly he closed the door and
pushed Carol into one of the two cubicles in the small
room.
A moment or two later the small man entered the room
and stepped up to the urinal to relieve himself. When
he had finished, he turned to the sink, nodding a
greeting at Frank as men do in public lavatories.
Having washed his hands, the man dried them and turned
to leave. As he did so Frank grasped his arm firmly and
literally shoved him into the cubicle.
The man stared in utter disbelief at Carol, who,
sensing what was to take place, had taken off her
skimpy dress and now stood naked, wearing only a
welcoming smile. Not giving the man a chance to say
anything, she yanked at his shorts and allowed his
prick to jump free.
Carol sank to her knees and took the man's prick in her
hot mouth, surprised at the respectable size of the
small man's organ. Deftly she sucked on his length,
delighted to feel it stiffen instantly under the
ministrations of her wicked tongue. Within a minute the
man had swelled to full stiffness.
Not allowing him a moment to think, she stood up and
steered him to the toilet seat, pushing him in the
chest so that he fell back, his cock rising out of a
tangle of pubic hair. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed the
head against her hot twat and, without a pause, slid
down on his rigid length.
As his tool sank straight into her wet cunt, the man
couldn't hold back and uttered his first and last
words. 'Fucking hell.'
He lasted less than a minute as Carol furiously rode up
and down on his cock and, the moment she felt his come
flood into her, she pulled herself upright, grabbed her
dress and slipping it back on, left the room. A moment
later she returned to the shell-shocked man, who hadn't
moved, and, leaning down, kissed him lightly on the
cheek. Grinning she turned and rejoined Frank in the
main area of the cafe.
As they left, they bumped into the haughty wife who
asked them if they had seen her husband in the cafe.
Carol screamed with laughter and ran off down the path,
shaking with mirth. Frank sauntered after her, smiling
broadly at the confused woman.
When finally Frank caught up with her, she hung around
his neck, crying with laughter. 'That was the wildest
thing I think I have ever done,' she sobbed through her
tears. He smiled and stroked her hair tenderly as they
turned to walk back towards the house. Carol burst into
hysterical laughter as they once more passed the couple
from the bar. She glared and he smiled. Over their
laughter they both clearly heard the man tell the woman
to, '... bloody well fuck off back to your mother's
then.'
Once they were back in the seclusion of the house,
Carol went to the bathroom and quickly strip washed to
remove the dried semen of the small man from her
thighs. Returning to the living area downstairs, she
saw that Frank was talking to someone. As she entered
the room, the other person turned and Carol saw that
she was a cute looking woman with short, red hair,
perhaps thirty years old. At her feet sat a large black
case.
'Carol, this is Jen,' Frank introduced them to each
other. 'Jen is here to lend us a hand, so to speak.' As
he spoke, he beckoned them to follow him. Jen smiled
and picked up the case.
Frank opened a door that led into a large room that
Carol had not been in before. It had in the centre a
large table and, to one side, there was an equally
large settee. It appeared that this was a study of some
kind and Carol saw that it had large picture windows
looking out over the sea. Frank strode over to the
windows and, at the flick of a switch, curtains glided
across the glass so that, almost at once, the room was
plunged into darkness.
Next he turned on a set of lights that bathed the room
in a luxurious glow. Finally, he retrieved a large
mahogany, brass bound box, gesturing to Carol to join
him. She walked across the soft carpet to his side.
'You are about to indulge in the ultimate form of
exhibitionism, Carol,' Frank said quietly. 'You are
about to be a star.' He paused for effect and nodded
towards Jen.
Carol turned slowly and her eyes grew steadily wider as
she saw what Jen was doing. At that moment, she was
affixing a video camera to a tripod and Carol saw that
she had already rigged two portable lights aimed at the
table. She turned back to Frank and stared in disbelief
at his tranquil face.
'Two copies,' he said quietly, 'one for my collection
and the other for you.' Then, strangely, he held out
his hand and, grasping hers, shook it. She smiled at
him then. A smile of total wanton sexual ecstasy.
'Open the box and start when you are ready,' he
whispered in her ear before turning and seating himself
on the settee in front of the table.
'One moment,' she said and ran out of the room.
One moment was twenty minutes but when she returned the
sight that befell Frank's eyes was worth the wait.
Carol stood in a black cocktail dress, black stockings
and black high heels. Her blonde hair was curled on top
of her head and she had applied the most subtle of
make-up that enhanced every aspect of her beauty. Even
her walk had altered to a graceful slide so that, as
she crossed the room, she did not appear to move a
muscle. Frank watched transfixed.
When she reached the table, she turned. leant her
buttocks against the edge and swung herself up onto the
surface. Rising to her feet, she began to sway to some
subtle rhythm, gyrating her hips and pushing out her
breasts as her hands slid over her thighs and across
her smooth belly.
On she went on dancing like someone in a trance, her
fingers raising the hem of her dress every so often to
reveal the tops of the sheer stockings she was wearing.
All the while Jen recorded the action on videotape.
Carol's motions became more daring and she pushed her
dress up until it remained rucked around her waist to
reveal a pair of black cotton, high-cut panties.
Delicately she traced the prominent outline of her full
pussy lips through the fine fabric, occasionally
pushing it up into her sticky slit so that soon the
material showed her excitement through the tell-tale
damp patch. On and on she went, pushing the flimsy
dress higher until, with a fluid movement, she drew it
over her head and threw it to the floor to reveal her
naked breasts.
The woman on the table looked quite staggering as she
swayed to her own music. Jen found that she had a hand
down the front of her jeans as she taped the action in
front of her.
Carol bent down and opened the box, reached in and
withdrew a gold-tipped vibrator. The thing buzzed into
life and she rolled the tip over her taut nipples,
moaning softly to herself as delicious tremors ran
through her. With a savage wrench, she ripped her
panties off and sank to her knees, legs spread wide,
showing her glorious pussy to the camera.
She looked at Frank and smiled as she saw that he had
his penis in his hand and was slowly pulling on it. She
sighed as she ran the vibrator deep into her pussy and
she stayed like this for several minutes, fucking
herself slowly with the buzzing dildo. Then, without
warning, she pulled it out and licked it clean, as if
it was a man's prick, sliding it in and out of her
mouth before tossing it over her shoulder. Jen let her
jeans fall to the floor as she massaged her own pussy
at the spectacle in front of her.
Carol, meanwhile, dipped into the box beside her and
pulled out an enormous pink dildo. Sucking it, she lay
on her back before opening her legs as wide as she
could. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the phallus
against the sodden lips of her cunt and gasped as the
big head slid past her outer portal. Ever so slowly she
fed the huge cock into her gaping cunt until she only
had enough of it left to keep a grip on. Pinching her
nipples with her free hand, she began to pull the prick
out of her, acutely aware of the filthy sucking sound
it made as it left her sticky hole.
In and out of her twat she plunged the cock and each
time her cunt slurped disgustingly. The noise of it was
enough to allow Jen to tremble into a little orgasm of
her own as she played with her tiny clit, her eyes
never leaving Carol's gaping puss.
Carol slid off the table and went to kneel in front of
Frank, who leaned back in his chair, his hand sliding
off his hard, erect tool. With a grin Carol bobbed
forward and licked the pre-cum off its tip, delighting
in the way Frank twitched as she made contact.
Again she leaned forward and this time slid her lips
all the way down his shaft, stopping only when she
reached his balls. Laying the dildo she still held to
one side, she cupped his sack and fondled his heavy
nuts as she gave him the best blow job he could ever
remember receiving.
Standing once more, she turned her back to Frank and
straddled his thighs, reaching between her legs to
grasp his tool. Jen took the camera off the tripod and
came and knelt a few feet away, focusing close up on
Frank's knob as it rose to meet Carol's anus.
Slowly Carol worked the large head into her rectum and
then, when she was ready, she simply let go, sitting
down hard. Her scream mingled with the explosive groan
Frank emitted as his cock rammed straight into her
arsehole. He jack-knifed upwards and grasped her tits
reflexively as she raised herself once more before
plunging down onto his straining member.
Time and again she slammed his meat into her tight
hole, revelling in the strong, manly grunt she heard
from Frank each time she impaled herself. Leaning
forward, she retrieved the dildo from the floor and
raised herself up once more. Holding the rigid phallus
with both hands, she brought it to rest inside the lips
of her streaming pussy. Jen, sensing something
extraordinary was about to happen, widened the shot to
take in Carol's face and, a moment later, she captured
the most incredible scene she had ever taken as Carol
once more let go.
This time the dildo entered her cunt as Frank's cock
surged up her arsehole. The combination of the two
intrusions sparked a climax Carol did not know was in
her. She screamed aloud and desperately started to rise
the two cocks as fast as she could as orgasm after
orgasm hit her like sledgehammers. She was oblivious to
Frank pumping stream after stream of hot spunk deep
into her as she gave in to the cataclysmic pinnacle she
had reached.
On and on she pumped, riding his cock with total
abandonment, oblivious to the groans of pain that
emanated from Frank, oblivious too to the cries of Jen
as she spurted her own love juice down her thighs.
Suddenly she went absolutely rigid and fell forward
onto the carpet. Frank could only lie there gasping for
breath as she lay in a kneeling position on the floor,
cum dripping form the two inch circle that was her
normally tight ring, a large pink dildo protruding from
her shaven cunt. Jen dropped the camera at this point
so Carol would always regret not having actually seen
her lean forward and stick her tongue deep into the
contracting hole and lap at Frank's spunk.
As Jen straightened up, Carol rolled onto her side and
smiled adoringly up at Frank who could only look in awe
at this extraordinary woman who lay at his feet. He
slid forward until he was kneeling beside her and
kissed her gently on the forehead. Carol closed her
eyes and slept.
***
She awoke to find herself curled up in the master
bedroom of the house. Frank was not beside her when she
looked but there on the pillow was a note and a video
tape. Sitting upright she took the note and read it.
Dear Carol,
There is not a lot that I wish to say to you other
than you are the most breathtaking woman I have
ever met.
Saying goodbye to you is not something I wish to do
so please forgive me for not being around. I have
ordered a taxi to collect you at 5:00 pm (Don't
worry, it has been paid for).
In a way I should be cross with you. I have, as you
must have suspected, done this sort of thing before
but I will not do it again with any other woman. No
woman could match you.
Be well and take good care.
Frank'
Carol smiled to herself and climbed off the bed. She
showered and dressed before packing her case, not
forgetting the video off the bed. She heard the taxi
sound his horn and went down the stairs.
She was just about to close the front door when she
paused. Telling the driver to take her case she turned
back into the hall and walked over to a small table.
Taking out a small notebook and pen she carefully noted
his telephone number.
'I think I might be needing this sometime,' she thought
to herself. 'Soon.'
END
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