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The Seduction of Elizabeth - 3
by wildman0072 (markit10@yahoo.com)
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A continuation of Elizabeth's seduction. (MF, mf, mm,
ped, exh, reluc, mast, oral, orgy, pot)
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Author's Notes: If you are too young to be on this site,
leave now. If this kind of material is illegal where you
are, leave now. If you are offended by interracial sex
between adults, leave now.
This story is a work of fiction (maybe) and the author
invites you to weigh in on your opinion. Your thoughts
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PART 3
So, some of you are asking yourselves, how can a guy
allow his wife to fuck other men like that? It's really
not that hard to understand if you really, really love
her. If you do, you will do anything to make her happy,
no matter what that might be. I know I don't have the
size to reach the places other men might reach, and I
don't have the stamina to fuck her for 30 to 40 minutes
or longer to reach the level of multiple orgasms that
other guys can give her.
I want her to be able to enjoy that level of sexual
excitement and the only way she will get it is with
other guys. So, I'm happy to let her have her fun. I
know she loves me and our sex is special in a very
intimate way and no other guy will ever duplicate our
feelings for each other, so, I'm cool with it. Enough of
that.
Golf is probably my second favorite thing to do and my
favorite thing to do with my clothes on. And I'm pretty
good. I have about a 5 handicap and if it weren't for my
career in the engineering profession, I might have
thought about trying the pro circuit. If I could spend
as much time on the links as I do at my job, I'm pretty
sure I could cut 6 to 8 strokes off my game and compete
with some of them.
I meet Levon periodically at the country club where we
are both members. We're both in the professional field
now, me in nuclear engineering and him as an
anesthesiologist. Because of our fields, we don't see
each other as much as we would like to, so when we do,
there is a friendly rivalry that goes back to our school
days. After one particularly "lucky" outing with him, we
wound up tied, so he had to buy the first round. While
we were enjoying the 19th hole I happened to mention
that I had an anniversary coming up next week.
He asked me what our plans were and I couldn't really
tell him because we were planning on celebrating at the
club. So I just told him we had plans for a wild weekend
together between the sheets. He laughed and told me that
was very cool. He had finally taken the plunge and got
married himself but we had never managed to get together
to "share". Trish, his wife could be a super model, at
least I thought so.
We had never even got together with them since the
wedding, so after a few drinks we decided it was about
time to set up a time to get together and see what
happened. I said that sounded like a wonderful idea.
Let's check our calendars and set something up. Now the
only thing I had to do was run this past Beth. How was
she going to take it? We've never had any social contact
with a person of color and how was she going to deal
with her taboo about co-mingling with a black couple?
I waited a couple of days before I broached the subject
with her and when I did, I was somewhat surprised at her
reaction. Initially, I could see the fear in her eyes,
but then, slowly, the knowledge that this is just a
dinner for pete's sake. What could possibly happen bad
at a public restaurant?
Levon called a couple days later with a tentative date
if it fit our schedule and as so happens, it did. We set
it up for that Saturday and we met them at the appointed
time. Re-introductions of the ladies was made and to my
pleasurable surprise, Trish was more gorgeous than I
remembered and Levon seemed similarly surprised when he
saw Beth. Both the wives had gone out of their way to
dress for the occasion.
Beth wore a strapless evening gown that showed off her
cute cleavage to the best advantage and had gone to the
hair dresser that day. She looked ravishing. Trish, too,
wore an evening gown that showed off her model's height
and figure. Her dress was tastefully daring as it showed
off her long legs to perfection. She too looked like she
had her makeup done professionally.
We ordered some drinks and engaged in small talk while
waiting for dinner. After we had eaten, Levon suggested
we go to a night club he knew about not too far from
here for another drink or two. I looked at Beth, and she
seemed a little apprehensive, but agreed very
graciously. We followed them there, and on the way
admitted she was pleasantly surprised we all seemed to
be getting along quite well. Not really what she had
expected.
We pulled into the parking lot next to Levon's Lexus and
as we got out of our car, noticed they were both still
sitting there. They saw us and motioned us over and when
he rolled the window down a very strong smell of wacky
tobacco drifted through the opening. "I'm going out on a
limb here guys, but do you want to sit with us and
finish this up before we go in?" I looked at Beth and
could see concern, but she said, "Why not?" So we
climbed in the back and Trish passed the joint back to
us.
It was primo stuff, and I could tell Beth was cool with
it, even though it had been in a black person's mouth.
By the time we finished it, we were all pretty buzzed,
so we got out and went inside. It was a small, intimate
type atmosphere with soft jazz being played and a few
couples on the dance floor. We ordered another round of
drinks and Trish commented that she really didn't need
another drink right now. "If I have much more, someone's
going to have to carry me out of here."
I said, "I think that could be arranged", smiling at
Levon.
The band started an up tempo tune and Beth and I got up
to dance. Levon and Trish followed suit and we stayed on
the floor for one more before returning to our table. We
were working on our drinks when I noticed something
about Trish's attitude that seemed to be saying, ask me
to dance, but I knew if I did that would put Beth in a
very awkward position knowing that Levon would ask her
to dance.
I didn't think she was completely ready to take that
step, so after some more chit chat, we thanked them for
a very lovely evening and asked if we could do this
again sometime. They graciously accepted, and we left
for home.
Beth was silent for a long time and I was wondering what
was going through her mind. Finally, she said, "They
seem like a very nice couple, but I was scared he was
going to ask me to dance. I don't think I could have
done that. Social contact, dinner and drinks is one
thing, but to actually dance with a black man in public,
I don't think I could have and if he had asked I would
have ruined an otherwise very nice night."
I told her I understood and under no circumstances would
I make her do something that made her uncomfortable. I
said, "Just having dinner with them was a big step for
you and I'm proud of the way you handled it. If you
want, I will make excuses not to get together like we
suggested."
"No" she said, "How about if we invite them over to the
house for dinner? That way we won't be put in the
position of having to refuse a dance on the dance floor.
I think I like them, I just don't see myself getting
wrapped up in his arms. Especially in public for God's
sake."
I said that sounded good to me and I would pass it by
them and see what they thought.
I was scheduled to play golf at the club the following
Wednesday so I figured I would talk to Levon then if he
was there. As it turned out, I was scheduled to tee off
with my group just ahead of Levon and his group, so I
told him I'd meet him in the bar afterwards if he had a
few minutes.
When I finished my round, I headed for the showers and
was just stepping out when Levon came in. I toweled off
as he was getting undressed and when he was naked and
turned to face me, I think my expression must have been
comical. He laughed at my look and said, "Hey, it hasn't
shrunk any you know?" And laughed again.
He got in the shower and I went upstairs to the bar and
got a booth and waited for him to come up. He looked at
me and chuckled again. "So what did you want to talk to
me about?" I told him what Beth had suggested and he was
all for it. Then he looked me in the eye and leaned
closer. "You know I've wanted to fuck Beth since you met
her man, maybe we can make something happen."
Now what was I going to say. I couldn't see any way
around it but to tell him I was extremely flattered but
there was a real problem. I went on to explain about
Beth's upbringing and tried to assure him she wasn't
really prejudiced, but her childhood taboos were buried
deep and I didn't know if she would ever overcome them.
I also mentioned that if she could, she would love his
equipment.
I explained that we had engaged in extramarital parties
and enjoyed swinging with other people, but Beth just
had this hang up about black men. He was quiet for a
minute, and then confessed that he and Trish knew of a
private club out of the state. " Think about this before
you respond, but I think I can help her change her mind.
It might involve a little trickery on your part, and
some chemicals on my part, but it would just be to help
her relax.
Von called me a couple days later and asked, "Have you
thought about it? What we talked about?
"I haven't thought about anything else," I said. "I just
don't know how to get over her inhibitions. This seems
to be really deep in her psyche. I just don't know. I'd
love to see that big black cock sliding in and out of
her pussy, you know that."
Von said, "Believe it or not man, I've got the "magic"
beans. It's a concoction that will relax her so that
anything that goes on around her won't alarm her, but
she will have vague memories of whatever happens for
many days, maybe weeks. Usually it manifests itself in
the form of dreams, but whatever form it takes, the
images will continue to replay in her mind over and
over. This place I want you to take her is a sex club
and they do live shows that are quite spectacular.
"If she agrees, I will set it up so you guys are front
and center and I'll give you a package of the powder to
slip in her drink before the show starts. When you get
home and she fucks your brains out, those images will
begin to recirculate. One thing I can assure you is she
will see a very attractive woman get fucked very
efficiently and satisfactorily by a big black man.
"Afterwards, when you're back to normal activities, she
will be replaying that scene over and over and over,
until she starts to believe she wants to try that. Don't
push it just let it develop in her head. We'll see what
transpires over a few weeks, then we'll get together
socially again and see where this has gone. I'm going to
wager Beth is going to agree to dance with me. At
least."
Von had it all thought out, like he had done this
before, which he already told me he did, but it was
taking some time for me to wrap my mind around the idea.
Just listening to him draw it up had me so hard I didn't
know if I could make it home without jerking off first.
The thoughts kept running through my mind all day and I
was getting extremely horny by the minute. I couldn't
wait until I could walk out of the office and head home
for the evening. Beth was going to get fucked very well
tonight.
She wasn't home when I got there, so I jumped in the
shower. When I got out, I dressed in just a pair of
boxers. My cock was in a state of virtual iron and had
the boxers tented out obscenely when Beth walked through
the door. Before she could say anything, I wrapped my
arms around her from behind and started fondling her
breasts and unbuttoning her blouse.
Kissing her on the nape of the neck and behind her ears,
and massaging her boobs and her belly soon had her
aroused and both of us naked. After taking her right
there on the living room floor, she was looking at me
like, "What the hell brought that on?" I told her about
the sex club show that "one of the guys" had told me
about, and that the idea had made me hard all day, and
she got the benefits from it.
"What kind of show is it?" she asked. I told her,
truthfully, that it involved a woman being made love to
on a stage by several men and women at once and it was
supposed to be absolutely fantastic.
"There's going to be a show this Saturday. You want to
go? He said it will make you so hot you might cum just
watching it."
"Well, it doesn't sound all that exciting to me, but if
you want to go, I guess I can go for you."
That was all the encouragement I needed and I had a
pretty good idea that Beth was going to find out she
would get more excited than she thought she would. I
called Von and told him it was a go. He told me he would
set it up so we got very good seats close to the action
and that he, personally, wouldn't be there but knew some
of the guys that would, and they were all very good at
what they did and had enviable packages that would make
Beth's eyes pop.
Saturday night finally rolled around after what seemed
like three weeks instead of three days and we drove to
the club where the party was to take place. We gave our
names to the maître D, a very impeccably dressed black
man who looked at Beth appreciatively and graciously
ushered us to our ringside seats. Our table was on a
small platform that raised us above the floor level so
our heads and eyes were above the stage. The arrangement
was well thought out so that patrons wouldn't get a kink
in their neck straining to see above their heads.
We ordered a couple cocktails while we were waiting and
after a few minutes, the lights slowly dimmed and a soft
jungle type beat started up. The room got completely
dark. It was then I took the opportunity to drop the
package from Von in Beth's drink.
A spotlight came on showing a procession of six
beautiful ladies slowly walking in a phalanx surrounding
a very attractive and naked girl of around twenty
something and leading her to a large mattress covered in
purple velvet lying in the center of the stage. The girl
didn't seem at all concerned or embarrassed, about being
led naked in front of a large group of strangers. Her
skin was somewhat flushed and if I had to guess, she had
been sexually aroused before she came out on stage.
The ladies, some white, some brown, some black, all
dressed in white shorts and yellow halter tops, lined up
behind the girl and gently, took her arms and spun her
around in a circle so the audience could see every inch
of her. She was about five foot eight with short dark
hair. Her eyes were a sparkling green.
Her breasts stood out firm and proud with quarter sized
aureoles and pink nipples that were as hard as small gum
drops. Her waist dipped in tightly and then curved
deliciously out around her hips. She had an athlete's
legs, firm and shapely and her private mound was shaved
in the shape of a heart pointing at her exposed vaginal
lips. The ladies lowered her onto the mattress and
sensually began to caress her body.
This went on for some time and as they were arousing
her, I looked over at Beth and her eyes were wide and
she was totally caught up in the seduction taking place
on the stage. I watched her for awhile and noticed her
legs were sliding back and forth and it was very
apparent she was getting turned on.
As the girl was beginning to build back up to another
high, another spotlight came on highlighting a lone man,
naked except for a loin cloth, slowly advancing towards
center stage and the girl's open and very wet valley of
ecstasy. As he advanced, the ladies at her shoulders
lifted her head so the girl could see him coming toward
her. He got to her feet and stood there looking while
the other ladies continued to keep her aroused.
One of the ladies rose and went to the man and reaching
inside his tights, withdrew a very impressive and
growing cock. She continued to caress it until it had
reached its maximum proportions then stepped back. He
knelt between her legs and with a hand on each leg,
moved his face closer and closer to her pussy. His hands
slid up her thighs and his mouth found her opening just
at the same time his thumbs touched her outer lips and
separated them so he could flick his tongue rapidly over
her clitoris.
This scene went on to the ultimate conclusion, and by
the time she had been fucked by three very large cocks,
one of which was a very black man with a very large cock
who took her to heights Beth had never seen before, Beth
was actually rubbing her own boobs through her blouse.
Once the show was over, we made our way to our car and,
not wanting to seem overly anxious, I said nothing about
the show. I wanted her to digest what she saw by
herself.
She kept looking at me on the way home, wondering what I
was going to say, and when I didn't say anything, she
finally said, "Well, that was quite the show." I looked
at her, wondering if she would say any more. She looked
sideways at me and said with a giggle, I damn near came
without touching myself. I could never do that, but it
was extremely erotic." She then lifted her hips off the
seat and reaching under her skirt, stripped off her
panties and held them out to me saying, "Look how wet
they are. You better be ready for a long night mister."
We fucked until daylight. One of us would fall asleep
exhausted, and she would wake me up sucking me back to
life. We'd fuck some more and I would wake her up
playing with her nipples or pussy. Finally, about the
time it was breaking dawn, we passed out totally sated.
It was the first time we had done a marathon like that
since we were first married.
Like Von had suggested, I didn't bring it up for over
two weeks and let those mental images burn into her
mind. I was going out of my mind picturing Beth on that
stage being fucked by Von and maybe some of his black
friends. I called him and told him Beth's reaction right
away and he told me that if I was serious about it,
there was going to be another show this Saturday and he
could arrange to have Beth partake.
"Von," I said, "I'm not sold on her being in the show,
but let me take her to another show, give her another
package of your "magic beans" and I think I can deliver
her to you on a platter. She was waking up every night
having to masturbate herself to an orgasm. I'm not sure
what images were burning through her mind, but they sure
made her crazy. I think another dose and some more time
to let the images work on her subconscious, and she'll
be ready to take you on."
Von agreed and set up seats for us again at the next
show.
When Saturday evening rolled around and we were starting
to get ready to go, I suggested she wear one of her
short skirts and a somewhat transparent top with no bra.
"It'll make things that much easier when we get home." I
said. She has always been reluctant to wear see through
tops in public, but knowing what was in store after the
show, she agreed. I went in and took my shower, and when
I got out, she was already dressed, if you can call it
that, in her very shortest mini skirt. It covered her
butt cheeks, but just barely.
The top she chose was not saran wrap, but it left
nothing to the imagination. I stood there with a towel
wrapped around my waist, and my cock pushing it out in
front with my hard on. Beth smiled at me and grabbed the
towel and jerked it off. She then wrapped her hand
around my rod and slowly began to stroke it. I had my
head back and was sighing with pleasure, when she
stopped and said, "Not yet stud. Get dressed. That will
have to wait until later."
We arrived at the club and were escorted in by the same
man as before, but this time, he looked at her knowingly
and didn't make any excuses for it. Beth seemed a little
uncomfortable with his look, but at the same time she
was pleased with herself that another man found her
attractive. He was black, yes, and there was no way she
would ever be with a black man, but it was still a
compliment.
We got to our seats and once we sat, a couple of drinks
appeared as if by magic. Since the room wasn't full yet,
and we were actually quite secluded where we were, I
reached over and fondled her breasts through her see
through top. Her nipples were instantly erect and
standing straight out against the fabric. She began to
drink her potion and my hand dropped to her lap and my
fingers found their way under the hem of her skirt and
onto her bikini panties. "OMG" I thought, "This is going
to be crazy. She's already wet." I leaned over and
kissed her and told her she should go to the lady's room
and take off her panties.
"You're crazy! I can't do that, especially with this
skirt on. You want everyone to see my beaver?"
I kept rubbing her through her panties and she kept
drinking her drink. The club kept filling up and when I
suggested a little later that she go take her panties
off, she got right up and headed for the lady's room.
When she got back she sat on the stool, it was a raised
table so had tall stools, and blatantly opened her legs
and let me caress her pussy.
The lights dimmed and as before, several girls led a
very attractive 30 something on the stage completely
naked and began their routine. Hands all over the girl's
body bringing her close to an orgasm then, darkness, a
new spotlight and a very young black man was standing
there with a full erection. He slowly made his way over
to the girl on the mattress and she sat up and
immediately started to suck his already rigid tool.
I was caressing Beth's thighs and working on her pussy
while she watched. Her eyes were very wide and she was
breathing raggedly watching the scene in front of us.
The young man didn't waste any time on preliminaries but
got right down between the girl's legs and after
lubricating his cock liberally, slid it steadily into
her depths. The girl caught her breath and began to buck
her hips at the boy already In the throes of an orgasm.
At the same time, I had my fingers buried in Beth's
pussy and she was gripping my hand trying to get more in
her and she came right with the girl on stage.
We watched a total of three more girls get ravished on
stage, and by the time we left, Beth had gone through
several orgasms herself.
We got home and had some wild crazy sex. Then the dreams
began. At first Beth was too afraid to tell me because
it just so wasn't her to dream thoughts like that. After
about a week, when she woke up in the middle of the
night with her pussy dripping and begging for release,
again, she woke me up to tell me about her strange and
scary dreams. She related to me that, at first, she was
being raped by a black man, but after a little while, it
wasn't rape anymore. She was a willing participant.
"What's happening to me?" she asked. "This has been
going on ever since going to that sex show. Even the
first time we went, I started having dreams that I
couldn't really believe I was having. In my dreams,
sometimes I was that girl on the stage. It was
absolutely disgusting at first, but now, I really don't
know how to feel."
I said, "Babe, it's probably normal after seeing
something that erotic acted out right before your eyes,
to retain that memory. Maybe your memory is just more
intense than normal because of your upbringing and fear
of blacks. Let's sleep on it for a while and see where
it goes. It will probably stop as quickly as it
started."
OK, maybe that was a little white lie, but it seemed to
settle her down for the time being.
After some time had passed, Von called to check on
progress, or lack of it. I told him Beth had awakened me
a few times during the night masturbating herself to
climax and told him I had an idea. I wanted to invite
him and Trish to the club we knew and see where the
chips fell.
He agreed if I could convince Beth, he knew Trish would
be good to go.
A couple nights later, Beth was punishing her vagina
relentlessly and when she had finished, I told her I had
this idea. It had been a while since we had shared sex
with any one and when I suggested we invite Von and
Trish to go to the club with us she got seriously quiet.
I fell asleep waiting for her response, and the next
morning there still wasn't anything said, yea or nay.
About two days later, she said, "About Von and Trish?
I'll think about it."
I knew she had been thinking about it for more than two
days, but that was good enough for me. I still didn't
press to get together socially with any one, thinking
that absence makes the pussy... you know?
The club was having its annual, end of summer "ball" in
two weeks and I suggested we go. After all, it had been
nearly three months since our last party. Beth agreed
immediately. This was a good sign I thought. I didn't
pursue the matter and after four days, Beth shyly asked,
after making love passionately and satisfyingly, "Were
you serious about, you know... inviting Von and Trish?
It's ok with me, but I still don't think I could do it,
but if you want to do Trish, it's ok with me." It came
out in a long sentence without taking a breath.
I kissed her passionately and told her I would invite
them, and I might fuck Trish if the opportunity came up,
but there were going to be a lot of people there. Then I
looked her right in the eyes and said, "Beth, don't
limit yourself either."
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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