The Young Wife, part 2

      Afterward, after Bill had gone in to take a shower, leaving
Carol alone with Betty in the kitchen, Carol began to feel the guilt
she always felt after masturbating, on this time the guilt was much
greater.  Had she really sucked off a strange man's cock?  And let
it splatter cum all over her face, actually BEGGING for it?  Yes.
She had, and there was no going back.

      Sensing her new friends guilt, Betty said, "Carol, what you
did was nothing more than carrying out your normal, youthful sexual
urges.  It isn't like you've gone out and had a love affair with
another man.  What you did is nothing more than what Bill and I like
to call 'Sport Fucking.'"

	"Sport fu... fucking?" Carol asked, incredulous.

      "Yes, only you didn't even fuck.  You only licked my husband's
cock a little, and let him come on your face.  Oh yes, and in your
mouth.  A little.  It's no more significant than playing a round of
tennis or golf with another man.  Carol, darling, don't even worry
about it."

      "I doubt Art would see it that way," she said, worrying about
what would happen if her husband ever found out what she'd done.

      "Well what if Art did something like that with another woman?
What if Art let another woman suck his cock, or fuck him.  Would
that bother you, if you both knew about it and agreed to it?" Betty
asked.

      "AGREED to it?  Betty, what's the sense of being married if...
if you and your husband fu... make love to other people?" Carol
asked.

      "But don't you see, Carol?  That's just the point.  We DON'T
make love to other people.  We FUCK with them, Carol.  Say it.  Say
the word.  Say FUCK.  Fuck fuck fuck!  It has nothing to do with
love.  It's sex.  That's all, Carol.  Nothing more than hot,
exciting, nasty, cum splashing sex.  It definitely is NOT love.  Or
making love.  Do you see the difference, dear?" 

      "I... I don't know.  I don't know anything anymore," Carol
said, her eyes filling with tears.

      "Oh Carol, stop, please," Betty said, moving next to the young
blonde, taking Carol in her arms, pulling her to her feet, hugging
her, the large, firm tits of the older woman pressing nakedly
against the softer upturned breasts of the young blonde.  "It's just
sex, Carol.  Nothing more.  And you loved it.  I know you did.  And
something tells me you wouldn't mind if Bill DID fuck you.  Would
you, Carol?  You've been thinking about what it would feel like to
have my husband's big dick shoved up this tight little almost virgin
twat, haven't you, baby?" Betty said, reaching down to cup her
fingers over Carol's wet cunt.

      "Betty, STOP!  What are you DOING?" Carol gasped, trying to
pull back, feeling the sensation of Betty's fingers like an electric
shock on her clitoris.

      "Haven't you ever fooled around with another woman, Carol?  A
roommate, perhaps... a close friend... a sister, or a stranger you
meet on an airplane?"  Betty was still pressed against Carol, the
shorter woman's full tits rubbing back and forth across Carol's
ultra-sensitive nipples. 

      "Noooo!" Carol groaned, feeling the heat building in her pussy
again.  "Stop!  Oh stop, pleaseeeee," she pleaded.

      "I'll stop if you tell me the correct answer to this
question," Betty said, sliding down Carol's body, kneeling before
the young wife.  "If you can truthfully tell me this doesn't feel
good, I'll stop," she continued, leaning forward before Carol could
stop her.  Instantly, Carol felt the softness of Betty's tongue and
lips on her swollen clit.  All will power, along with her meek
resistance, faded.

      "Oh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, unable to stop her legs from
parting, from spreading wider open, encouraging Betty, allowing her
more room to slide between them.  Betty's tongue was like a little
magic cock, slipping and sliding over Carol's oily slit, driving
Carol crazy with desire.

      "Should I stop, darling?" Carol murmured from the depths of
Carol's cunt.

      "Oh God DAMN you, Betty.  You know damn well I can't ask you
to stop.  It feels so... I... nothing... nothing I've ever
experienced felt this good.  I... I've never been... eaten...
before," Carol gasped, humping her ass forward now, as though she
were trying to do some kind of erotic limbo dance, grinding her wet
cunt against Betty's face, rubbing her clit as best she could
against Betty's lips and wonderful tongue.  Grasping the back of
Betty's head, Carol pulled it against her spread cunt, begging her
to continue eating her.

      "Yes... yes... YESSSSS OHHHHH GODDDDDD, BETTY... EAT ME...
SUCK ME... SUCK MY CUNTTTTTTTT!" Carol screamed, coming with such a
vengeance she almost toppled over on top of Betty.

      Betty rose, slowly, from Carol's slick cunt.  "I think you are
one of the hottest women I've ever known," Betty said.  "Kiss me,
Carol.  Taste yourself on my lips, my chin, my tongue.  Taste the
sweet sour sauce your pussy drained all over my face, Carol.  Do it.
KISS ME!" Betty snapped, pulling Carol's head roughly toward the
older woman's waiting mouth.

      Carol felt their lips touching.  The obvious fragrance of a
randy, hot pussy filled her nostrils, causing them to flare
uncontrollably, as though someone had just held an open bottle of
ammonia beneath them, only this wasn't ammonia... this scent was
clearly pussy.  As the two women began to kiss, Betty reached out to
feel Carol's breasts, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly.
Tentatively, Carol did the same to Betty, touching the older woman's
firm tits, sensing how different they were from her own.  I wonder
if Art would like me better if I had tits like this, Carol wondered.  

      Breaking the kiss, Betty said, "Let's go into the bedroom.
Bill should be finished with his shower by now.  I want to eat you
again, while he fucks you."

      "Oh God, Betty... I... I can't.  I just can't let him do that
to me," Carol said, hoping Betty wouldn't accept her answer.  Deep
inside Carol knew what Betty had just suggested was exactly what
Carol wanted to have happen to her.

      "Nonsense, Carol.  Don't be a silly ninny.  Now come with me.
We're going to have such fun together, the four of us."  Turning,
she led Carol back to the bedroom again, leaving her to speculate on
what she meant by "the four of us...."

            "Darling," Betty said, looking at Bill as he finished
toweling off, his naked body tan and hard, while his soft cock hung
loosely between his legs.  "Do you think you might be able to get
hard again for this?" Betty asked, stripping the robe from Carol's
body, leaving her totally naked in front of the naked man staring at
her.

      "God you're lovely," Bill said, gazing at Carol's youthful
good looks.  Carol's hair hung down over her shoulders, straight,
blond, still wet at the tips.  Her cunt was a tawny brown, slightly
darker than Carol's sun-bleached long blond hair, and once again
Carol's large nipples were sticking out proudly, excited, erect.

      "She wants you to fuck her, don't you, Carol?" Betty said.
"Tell him, darling.  Tell my husband how badly you want to feel his
big cock up inside your wet pussy.  This pussy," Betty said softly,
reaching down to spread the lips of Carol's wet cunt apart, sliding
the fingers up inside the young wife, fucking her slowly with the
two fingers.

      "Ohhhhh," Carol gasped, bending over slightly, as Betty's
fingers invaded Carol's moist, tight young pussy.

      "Tell him, Carol.  Say it.  Say 'I want you to fuck me with
your big cock while your wife eats my pussy.'  Tell him, Carol.  DO
IT!"

      "OKAY!" Carol said.  "I... I do.  I want... I want you to...
to fu-to fuck me... to FUCK ME... with your big COCK... while...
while your wife eats my... my... my NASTY, WET PUSSYYYYYY!" Carol
screamed, coming again as Betty's fingers plunged in and out of the
young girl's cunt.

      "Let's get on the bed," Bill suggested, walking over to the
two women, leading them to the bed.  Together the older couple
helped position Carol's nude body on the bed.  Bill was semi-erect
again now, watching as his wife ate Carol's pussy, getting her ready
for him, for his cock.  My God she's a beautiful young thing, Bill
thought as he watched Carol's blue eyes fluttering with excitement
as Betty ate Carol's eager, wet cunt.  "Sorry, darling, but I have
to taste some of that myself, if you don't mind," Bill said, gently
moving Betty away from Carol's cunt.  "Why don't you offer her some
of yours while I eat her," Bill suggested, crawling up between
Carol's legs, the sweet scent from the young girl's pussy wafting
into his nose.

      "Hmmm.  Good idea, darling.  I think she might be ready for it
now," Betty said, licking her way up Carol's body, dipping a tongue
into Carol's navel, then sliding it further, up to Carol's erect
nipples, where Betty stopped to nibble and suck the extended nips.
Then Betty straightened, crawling up over Carol's tits, moving
slowly now,  letting Carol watch as Betty's shaved, naked cunt drew
closer... and closer... and closer to Carol's mouth.

      Carol was moaning continuously now, making little mewing
sounds, little cries, squeals, fuck noises as Bill's experienced
tongue worked its magic on Carol's young pussy.  She would do
anything now... anything they asked.  She knew she would.  She
wanted to... wanted to please them, as they were pleasing her,
filling her with excitement beyond anything she ever thought
possible.

      "I want you to eat me now, darling," Betty was saying.  Carol
nodded, moaning, mumbling softly, "anything... anything...
anything...."

      Betty lowered her cunt onto Carol's face, twisting around so
she was facing her husband now.  Carol cried out as the wet pussy
made contact with her face.  The overwhelming enormity of it all
suddenly got to her, filling her with the most intense sexual
sensations she'd ever experienced.  Opening her mouth, she stuck her
tongue as far up inside Betty's pussy as she could, wanting to taste
her juices, wanting to please this incredible woman, this woman who
had already opened doors to experiences and sensations Carol never
knew existed.

      "Fuck her now, Bill.  Crawl up her body and fuck her.  I want
to see your cock sliding in her pussy while she eats me," Betty
growled, her eyes half shut, her body twitching as Carol's tongue
continued to probe and lick the inside of Betty's cunt, eagerly,
willingly.

      Betty watched as Bill moved up from the young wife's pussy,
his cock hard, drooping slightly from the weight of the long shaft.
Good, Betty thought.  He's excited again.  She's going to go crazy
when he fills her with his cock.  God how I love this man... and how
I love our life, Betty thought, reaching down to spread the lips of
her pussy wider apart, lowering herself further down onto Carol's
lapping, probing tongue.

      Bill grinned at Betty, then leaned forward, positioning his
cock at the opening of Carol's tight young pussy.  She was so wet
the head of the huge cock slipped inside the entrance to Carol's
cunt easily, but then her clinging, tight young cunt grabbed the
huge cock, capturing it, refusing to let it go in any deeper.

      "I'm going to need something," Bill said.  Carol was crying
deliriously, almost out of her mind with pleasure from feeling
Bill's cock entering her, and when he pulled out she screamed from
beneath Betty's cunt... "NOOOOO!  DON'T STOPPPPPP!"

      "I'll be right back, baby.  Don't worry," Bill said, moving
off the bed quickly, walking over to a small dresser next to the
bed.  Opening a drawer, he took out a bottle of lubricant, then
returned to Carol's pussy.  Tipping the bottle upside down, he
squeezed it, letting the lubricant fill the entrance to Carol's
cunt.  Then he moved quickly again, reentering her cunt with his
cock, sliding it in deeper now, then deeper still.

      Carol screamed.  Never in her life had she felt like this.  It
was as though someone was trying to push a baseball bat into her
pussy, yet this bat was smooth, like wet velvet, filling her,
stretching her young cunt as nothing ever had before.  Betty slid
off Carol's face so they both could watch the beautiful young girl's
expressions as Bill fucked her.

      "Oh Goddddd!" Carol sighed, moaning continuously now, gurgling
uncontrollably.  Spit was drooling from the corners of her mouth.
Her blue eyes were clenched tightly shut, and she was tugging on her
nipples, pulling them, stretching them as Bill's cock continued to
move ever so slowly deeper and deeper into Carol's tight, youthful
pussy.

      "My GOD, Betty, she's the tightest cunt I've ever fucked.  I
don't believe how tight her pussy is," Bill gasped, pushing again,
boring his cock slowly into her, deeper and deeper.  With each new
thrust Carol cried out, moaning, twitching violently.

      "Oh God I'm cominggggg, I'm comingggggg, I'm comingggggg," she
cried, over and over, continuously.

      "THERE!" Bill gasped.  "I'm in her as deeply as I can go."  He
was sweating, fighting to keep from coming as Carol's vice-like grip
on his cock held him more firmly than he'd ever been held before.
"Her pussy is tighter than an asshole," he groaned, moving out an
inch or two, then sliding back inside again, feeling Carol's cunt
ever so slowly becoming more and more lubricated.  Still, the
friction against his cock was incredible.  As his excitement
mounted, he began to fuck faster, and as he fucked her, Carol's
moans turned to screams of joy.

      "Oh GOD YESSS YESSSSS YESSSS YESSSSSS!" she screamed, crying,
sobbing with joy.  

      "I'm... going... to... comeeeeee!" Bill groaned, pumping
forward roughly, no longer trying to be gentle.  He was fucking
Carol now, raping her, holding nothing back, her screams of joy and
the look of intense lust on her beautiful young face turning him on
like nothing he'd ever experienced before.  "Here... it...
COMESSSSSS!" he shrieked, pushing against Carol's small frame,
driving his cock deeply inside her tight wet pussy as far as he
could, then leaving it there as his cock began to fill the young
wife with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

      "AIEEEEEEEE  OH GOD OH GOD OH GODDDDDD  AHHHH UGHHHHH
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  HE'S... KILLING... MEEEEEEEEE!  I...
LOVEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Carol screeched, twisting and
turning beneath Bill's body, clawing at his back, her legs wrapped
around his waist, fists pounding his back, beating him, biting his
shoulder as the most enormously powerful orgasm of her life slammed
into her, the waves of pleasure only moments before seeming like
water in a bathtub versus a hurricane in comparison to the pleasure
Bill's orgasm was creating in her body now.  Carol gasped, fighting
to breathe, not sure whether she was doing it or not.  Her entire
body felt as though it was breaking out in a case of hives... her
skin itched... burned... her heart was pounding so hard in her chest
she wondered if it might burst... her eyes rolled in her head
uncontrollably, and at the height of her orgasm she felt as though
she were pissing, not sure whether she was or not.

      "Jesus Christ!" Betty laughed, leaning down, kissing Carol
gently on the lips.  "I think you liked that, little one," Betty
teased.

      "Oh FUCK!" Carol moaned, her body covered in sweat, some of it
running down into her eyes, burning them.  Betty used a tissue to
wipe the sweat from Carol's eyes, then kissed the young girl again.
Carol grinned, finally coming back down to earth from her enormous
sexual high.

      Slowly, Bill began to withdraw his cock from Carol's cunt.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist again,
her scissor hold grabbing him so tightly he couldn't  move.   Bill
laughed, then leaned down and kissed her, first on the lips, then on
the tip of her nose.

	"I've never... I...." Carol began.

      "Yeah.  I know," Bill grinned.  "Me either.  You're
unbelievable.  Hasn't anybody ever fucked you before?  You've got
the tightest pussy I've ever felt, on anyone, ever."

      "I haven't had much experience," Carol admitted shyly.  I was
a virgin when I got married, and Art doesn't... we don't... fuck...
as much as I'd like."

      "Well any time you want a repeat performance with me, baby,
you just come on over and I'll be waiting for you," Bill grinned.

      "And so will I, darling," Betty smiled, leaning down, kissing
Carol softly.  "So will I...."





3 - Young Wife

      "Carol, can I ask you something?" Betty said.  The two women
were sitting in Betty's kitchen having coffee.  Bill was in his
study, working on the computer.

      "Sure.  What?" Carol beamed.  The three of them had just
completed another marathon sex session, and Carol's pussy was still
tingling from the fucking Bill had given her, and the sucking Betty
had performed on Carol's still tender cunt afterward.

      "You keep mentioning how much Art likes big tits.  Have you
ever considered getting your tits enlarged?"

      "Me?  Oh heavens, no, Betty.  Why I... I don't think I'd... I
mean... well...." Carol stammered, suddenly giving the idea serious
thought.

      "Well what, baby?  You said Art would pay more attention to
you if you had bigger tits, didn't you?  It's sure worked for me,
let me tell you.  Just think how great you'd look with a big pair of
tits for Art to suck, or fuck."

      "It... it does sound wonderful," Carol blushed.  "I've always
wished I had a bigger pair."  Then, sighing dejectedly, "But there's
no way we have that kind of money.  Art is starting to do quite
well, which he should, for all the traveling he does.  You know he's
going to be gone almost four weeks on this trip?  He had to go to
the Far East again.  He loves it, and is doing very well, but I miss
him."

      "What if the money wasn't a problem, Carol?  Would you do it
then?" Betty asked.

      "Gee, I don't know.  Maybe.  I might...."  She paused,
thinking, then added, "In fact, yeah, I probably would.  Why not.
I'd LOVE bigger tits, like yours."

	"When did you say Art left on this trip?" Betty asked.

      "Sunday night.  He's not coming back until the 25th," Carol
pouted.

      "Then we have time.  What do you think Art would say if he
came home to find his wife transformed into a big-titted, sexy
dressing slut?"

      Carol giggled.  "He'd probably rape me," she said, thinking
about it.

	"And wouldn't you like that?" Betty asked.

	"Yeah.  I'd probably love it," Carol grinned.  "Why?"

      "Because, you sweet little innocent, that's exactly what's
going to happen.  We are getting you a boob job.  Compliments of
your sexy neighborhood lottery winners," Betty smiled.  "I'll call
my doctor right now and make all the arrangements.  By the end of
the week, Carol, you're going to be looking like one of those girls
on Baywatch!"

      It had all happened so fast.  Carol, swept up in Betty's
enthusiasm, had gone along with it, and now here she was, sitting in
front of her bedroom mirror staring at the image of a platinum
blonde, huge-titted slut.  Admiring her new body, Carol did have to
admit that her new tits looked great.  She had excitedly gone along
with everything Betty suggested, including her insistence on
building Carol's shapely but smallish B-cup breasts up to a huge 38D
size.  Carol almost didn't recognize herself as she sat staring at
the sexy platinum blonde  in the mirror in front of her.  Betty had
insisted on the new hair color, too, and as she sat staring at her
new image, Carol had to agree Betty was right.  The new hair color,
along with her new, larger tits, did make Carol feel sexier.  In
fact, she mused, she was starting to feel downright slutty.  

      "Hi... it's just us," Betty called out from the living room.
Carol left the door open for them so Betty could walk in when she
arrived, and now, as Carol got up to join her friend, she smiled at
the total sexy look of her new body.

      "Hi," she said, bouncing into the living room, greeting Betty
with a kiss.

	"Ready to go shopping?" Betty asked.

      "Yes!" Carol hissed, giggling.  She knew she ought to feel at
least a little guilty over accepting all the money Betty and Bill
were lavishly spending on her, but somehow the fact that they were
millionaires made it seem less extravagant, and somehow easier to
accept.  Especially since they both were fucking and enjoying
Carol's young body whenever they wished these days.  Hardly a day
went by without at least one of them fucking or sucking Carol.  And
she loved it... loved the sensations her new friends were creating
in her body... loved FUCKING.  Yes, FUCKING, instead of quickly
"making love."  Oh sure, she still loved Art, but somehow what she
was doing with Betty and Bill just seemed so much more... exciting.
Carol was growing to love the complete surrender of her body to
these two highly sexed older people.  And she was starting to think
about wanting even more.  She wondered what Art would say if he knew
Carol was thinking about fucking other men as well, not just Bill! .
In fact, lately Carol had begun to fantasize about what it would be
like to be the center of attention at a "gang bang."  God would that
ever be hot.  At night, after Bill and Betty were through with her
body, Carol would return home and masturbate for hours, pretending a
never-ending line of men were taking turns fucking her.  And lately,
she'd started seriously thinking about somehow making it really
happen.  Who knows... Art might even enjoy seeing her doing
something like that.  He was always trying to get her t o show off a
little more of her body, wasn't he?  Well now that she had a real
body to show off, maybe Art would enjoy letting her REALLY show it
off.   But today Betty was taking Carol shopping, so it was time to
stop daydreaming again.  It was time to begin the completion of her
sexy makeover.

      Hours later the two women arrived back at Carol's apartment.
Laughing over how they'd teased the sales clerks in the stores
they'd visited, Betty asked Carol if she would mind if Bill came
over for a fashion show.

      "No of course not," Carol said, smiling, her pussy beginning
to tingle at the thought of having Bill's huge cock stuck up her
cunt again.

      "Good.  I'll call him.  You go in and put on one of the sexy
new outfits we just bought, okay?  Let's surprise him when he gets
here," Betty said, swatting Carol gently on the ass.  "Now move!"

      As Carol donned the sensuous new baby blue satin and lace
garter belt, baby blue stocking, panties and bra ensemble, she
grinned.  Already her pussy was getting wet, and she only wished she
could show off her new body to more than just Bill.  Sighing, she
pulled on a brief, white, long-sleeved top with a scoop neck and
short bodice, the kind that hang low enough to easily cover a normal
woman's tits, but one that was so short it just barely covered
Carol's new 38D breasts.  For a skirt Carol selected a shocking
royal blue lycra mini, a skirt so short it left the pale flesh of
her thighs exposed above the sexy blue stockings.  Smiling as she
bent over to apply the heavy, glittering blue and silver eye shadow
Betty bought for her, Carol wondered what her husband would say if
he saw her now.

      "Reading for your debut, darling?" Betty asked, bouncing into
the bedroom.  "Oh my... are you ever!" she grinned, whistling in
appreciation of Carol's stunning sexy appearance.

      "I'm ready," Carol grinned back.  "I only hope that sexy
husband of yours is ready for me.  I can't WAIT to feel his cock in
my poor little pussy again," Carol said.

      "Darling.  I have a surprise for you," Betty said quietly.
"One I think you're ready for.  One I KNOW you're going to love."

      "What!" Carol asked, excited, knowing how much she'd already
enjoyed everything Bill and Betty had done with her.

	"Come with me.  You'll see soon enough," Betty said.

      Walking into the living room, Carol was disappointed to find
it empty.  "I thought Bill was coming over," she said.

      "Change of plans, darling.  Come on.  We're going to our
house," Betty said, waiting while Carol got her keys, then locked
the door.

	"Why?  What's up?" Carol asked.

	"You'll see.  And you'll love it, too," Betty said slyly.

      Entering Betty's condo, Carol was again disappointed to find
it also was empty, but she didn't say anything, deciding rather to
wait and see what Betty and Bill had planned for her.

      "Okay, you guys.  You can come out now," Betty called out.
"Guys?" Carol said.  "Betty,what's going on?"

      Suddenly the room filled with five of the most gorgeous hunks
Carol had ever seen.  Her heart began beating rapidly as she
realized they were all almost naked.  Then Bill walked in, and he
WAS naked.

      "Bill!  I... I...." Carol stammered, feeling her cheeks
reddening instantly.

      "Hi baby.  Betty and I thought it was about time you enjoyed
some really hot sex, so she picked out her favorite studs, and
invited them over for you.  Tonight YOU, my sweet innocent young
thing, are going to be the center of a VERY hot evening...."

      That evening had changed Carol's life.  She allowed herself to
be fucked and sucked every way imaginable, over and over again,
until her pussy was so swollen and sore she could hardly stand it
when, after the final fuck of the evening, from Bill, Betty's tongue
softly licked the young wife to her umpteenth orgasm of the evening.
Since then Carol had become an outrageous exhibitionist, showing off
her body, even sucking off a stranger in a gas station once with
Betty's encouragement.   But now she was nervous.  VERY nervous.
Art was due to arrive home any minute, after being away from her for
almost a month.  He'd called her a few times, and once Carol had
surprised him by seducing him into a glorious session of phone sex,
during which she'd teased him with a scenario in which she told him
to pretend she was fucking a group of Art's friends.  Surprisingly,
Art said afterward that she wished she really would do something
like that some day with him, and although he'd sounded ! sinc ere,
Carol wasn't so sure.  But now she'd find out.  Now she had to
explain to Art how the relatively flat-chested young wife he'd left
four weeks earlier was suddenly sporting a hefty 38D cup bra,
platinum blond hair, and a sexy new wardrobe.

For her husband's homecoming, Carol had selected a sexy, transparent
ensemble consisting of a lavender teddy, lavender stockings, and a
pair of matching spike heeled patent leather shoes.  The final
surprise was her newly shaved, baby-smooth, oiled naked pussy, the
last step, Betty had argued convincingly, in Carol's complete
transformation from innocent young wife to sexy fuck slut.

Hearing someone coming into the living room, knowing it had to be
Art, without thinking, Carol quickly ran into the living room to
greet him.

"Hi baby.  AHHH!" Art screamed, jumping back from the sexy blonde
running toward him.

"It's me, baby.  Do... do you like my new image?" Carol asked,
holding up her arms, letting Art take in her platinum white hair,
huge tits, and naked pussy.

"Carol!  My GOD!  What...."

"It's a long story, baby.  I'll explain everything later.  But I
have to know, Art.  Do you like it?" Carol asked, anxiously.

Grinning, Art swept her into his arms.  "LIKE it?  My God, Carol, I
LOVE it!  You look like an entirely new woman, baby.  You look like
a... a fu-oh, sorry, I mean, like a... a centerfold or something."

"Like a FUCKING centerfold, Art?  Is that what you were going to
say?" Carol teased.

"Carol!  I've never heard you use that word before," Art said,
smiling, clearly confused but excited over his wife's new image.

"Well get used to it, Art.  Your wife is tired of your lack of
attention.  I've changed, Art.  A lot.  And we need to have a very
long conversation about it.  But first get those fucking clothes off
and FUCK me!" Carol grinned, tugging on Art's tie, dragging him
toward the bedroom.

Later, after the most intensely exciting evening of his life, Art
and Carol lay in bed talking.  Over the course of the evening Carol
had told Art everything, causing him to achieve, for the first time
ever, a total of three separate orgasms, filling first her pussy,
then her mouth, and finally her ass with his sweet cum, each time
driving Art to new, giddy heights of ecstasy he'd never dreamed
existed.  Rather than being angry over Carol's indiscretions, Art
was thrilled.  Secretly he'd always wanted Carol to act more like a
slut, and now, magically, in just four short weeks these new friends
of her had transformed her, completely, into the hot slut Art had
always dreamed of having.

"Baby, are you playing tennis tomorrow?" Carol asked, slowly running
her fingernail down Art's soft cock as it lay, completely exhausted,
on his thigh.

"I was going to," Art said guiltily.  "Do you mind?"

"No.  I don't mind.  If...." Carol said slyly.

"If what, baby?" Art asked anxiously.

"If I can play with your friends, too.  Afterward....  Can you bring
them home with you?  For a swim... or something...?" Carol teased,
reaching down to her cunt, spreading it open for Art, letting him
watch as his cum began seeping out of her pussy.

"Jesus, baby, are you sure?  The guys all LOVE you.  Every one of
them would DIE to get a chance to fuck you," Art grinned proudly.
"And they haven't even seen these yet," he said, squeezing Carol's
tits.

"So... can I fuck your friends, Artie?  Can I?  Huh?" Carol cooed,
sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, then bringing the cum
coated fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly, teasing Art.

"Shit yeah, baby.  I can't WAIT to tell them," Art grinned.  "I'm
playing with Jim tomorrow, too," Art continued, knowing how many
hints Jim, his boss, had dropped over how much he liked Carol.
Maybe this could help his career, Art mused.  Yeah... this just
might help get him the promotion he'd been after for the past few
months....

The next day Carol dressed in another one of the sexy ensembles she
and Betty had purchased on their shopping trip.  This one was all
black, with little red ribbons running through the lace trim.  It
was a negligee, totally transparent, with garters attached so Carol
could wear the black fishnet stockings she so adored.  Feeling
exceptionally trampy, on a whim, after applying the shocking red
lipstick to her lips Carol added some to her nipples as well.  Then
she applied one of the tattoo decals she's purchased, a large rose,
just above and to the side of her pussy, the final touch to her slut
image.  She was ready now... ready to take on a room full of
sweating, horny jocks.  Tennis!  Ha!  She'd show these wimps what a
REAL sport was, and they'd never be the same again.  Nor would Art.
He had been so excited when he left that day his cock was already
hard.  She wondered how he'd play that day, laughing at the image of
her young husband trying to play tennis with a hard on.

She heard them coming before she saw them.  Excited, anxious male
voices, laughing nastily... eager... horny.  Then the door was
opening,, and they were walking in.  As soon as they saw her, Carol
felt her pussy flooding.  She actually felt her legs grow week
beneath her, and she found herself having to lean against the wall
as the men stared at her.  No one was talking now, or laughing, as
Art smiled proudly at her and said, "Guys, this is Carol.  Carol,
these are the guys.  You already know my boss, Jim," Art said,
nodding toward his boss.  "And this is Bart, and Andy."  Then, his
voice quivering, Art said, "Are you ready to get fucked, baby?"

"Yes!" Carol hissed, reaching down to her sopping pussy, stroking it
in front of the men.  "But don't they have to get naked first?"

They followed her into the bedroom, and watched as she unsnapped the
crotch of her negligee, revealing her naked cunt.  Then quickly each
man took off his tennis shorts and shirt.  When all of them were
naked, Jim said, "Maybe we all better take a quick shower first.
Shouldn't we?"

"NO!" Carol shouted.  "I want to taste your sweat... your ball
sweat.  I even want to lick your assholes, too.  My husband wants me
to act like a slut, and I want to do it.  Now come over here, Jim.
You first.  Bring me your hard cock," Carol wheezed, her fingers
moving rapidly over her clit, rubbing it brazenly in front of the
group of men.

"Jesus!" Jim said, walking over next to Carol.

"Straddle my face.  Fuck my tits," Carol urged, still masturbating,
feeling her arms trapped by Jim's thighs as he straddled her chest,
sliding his sweaty cock between her huge tits.  "Do it, Jim.  Fuck
them.  Fuck my tits," Carol groaned, her voice husky, raw with lust.

"Ohhh yeahhhhh," Jim groaned, sliding his cock between the huge
mounds.

"Spit on me, Jim.  Spit on my tits.  No, wait!  Art.  Get the baby
oil out of that drawer there.  Yeah.  Now squirt it all over me.
All over my tits.  Hmmm yeah, like that," Carol groaned as her
husband pointed the plastic bottle of baby oil at her and squeezed.
Oil spurted out all over the valley between her tits, and then Jim
was fucking her there again, the sensations of the warm oil and
Carol's huge tits grasping his cock like a wet pussy.

"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" Carol suddenly cried out, feeling someones lips on
her pussy, eating her.  "Oh God yes, eat me, eat my pussy, fuck my
pussy with your tongue," Carol screamed, suddenly coming, her first
orgasm coming so quickly it surprised her, shocking her.  Her body
twitched violently, but she knew this was only the beginning.
Giggling madly, she stared at the cock sliding in and out between
her tits.  "Come on me, Jim.  Shoot your hot cum all over my chin
and face," Carol urged, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue
just far enough so it could make contact with the tip of Jim's cock
as it slid forward between her tits.

"Oh baby, fuckkkk, I'm... I'm COMINGGGGGG!" Jim grunted, the little
hole at the end of his cock suddenly opening widely, as the first
heavy gob of cum spewed out the end and all over Carol's face.

"Hmmm, yeah, do it, I love it.  Look at me, darling.  Look at your
cock sucking slut wife while your boss comes all over my face.  Do
you like watching, Art?  Do you?" Carol gurgled, licking the gobs of
cum from her lips as Jim's cock continued to drench her in hot
sperm.

"Oh baby, yeahhhh.  You look so... so fucking SLUTTY!" Art groaned,
masturbating, watching as Andy continued sucking Carol's pussy,
watching as Jim lunged forward to coat Carol's face with yet another
huge spurt of cum, watching as Bart moved next to Carol's face,
offering her his cock, watching as Carol took it in her mouth,
sucking it so perfectly in seconds Bart, too, was coming, spurting
jism all over Carol's face and in her platinum blond hair.

"Damn, Art, that was unfucking believable," Jim grinned, climbing
off the sexy blonde's body.

"Any time, boss.  She's yours, any time you want her, for anything,"
Art said, shaking hands with Jim as Jim clapped Art on the shoulder.

Andy began moving, licking his way up Carol's body now, dipping his
tongue into her navel, licking the sweat from her rank hole, then
moving higher, climbing on top of her body now, watching as she
stared at him while sucking Bart's cock again until the soft,
dripping cock slipped out of her mouth and down over her cheek,
leaving a trail of cum on her face as it pulled back away from her.

"Fuck me!" Carol gasped, pulling apart her gooey cunt lips, feeling
Andy positioning himself between her pussy lips.  "Do it!  FUCK ME,
YOU BASTARD!"

"Oh yeahhhhh," Andy groaned, lunging forward, burying his erect cock
inside the young wife's pussy.  "Jesus she's hot inside.  And tight.
So fucking TIGHT!" he gasped, pumping his cock back and forth inside
Carol's cunt.

"I love it, baby," Carol said, turning to Art.  "I love cock.  Love
it.  Gotta have it, baby.  I just can't do without it any more, Art.
Look at me.  LOOK AT YOUR SLUT WIFE FUCKING AND SUCKING YOUR
FRIENDS!  Are you satisfied now, Art?  ARE YOU?" Carol shrieked,
raising her legs in the air, spreading them as far apart as she
could, allowing Andy to penetrate her wet pussy as deeply as
possible.

"YES! Art hissed.  "You damn right I love it, you slut... you
fucking, cocksucking slut whore!  I LOVE THIS, AS MUCH AS YOU!"

Later, after everyone had left, Carol lay in the middle of the bed,
sweating, coated in cum, satisfied but still horny.  Art was staring
at her, grinning proudly, still not believing the transformation
he'd just witnessed in his young wife.

"Art...."

"Yeah baby?" 

"Eat me," Carol said, her voice shaking with lust.

"EAT you!  Jesus, Carol.  Your fucking pussy is full of CUM!" Art
exclaimed, confused by the sudden twitching he felt in his cock at
Carol's suggestion.

"I know, Artie.  That's why I want you to do it.  I want you to
taste it, Art.  While it's still warm and creamy, in my pussy.  Do
it for me, baby, and I'll do anything you ask," Carol said, shaking
with desire.

Art swallowed hard, then crawled on the bed between his wife's
spread thighs.  Staring at the gooey mess, he swallowed again, then
leaned closer.  Carol raised her legs, spreading them apart, lifting
them from the bed, giving Art a clear view of the river of cum still
waiting there for him.

"Do it Art.  Eat it.  Suck it out of my pussy," she said quietly.

"Oh Godddddd!" Art cried out, suddenly falling to his stomach,
reaching behing Carol's legs, pulling her nasty cunt closer to his
face.  He inhaled deeply, once, trembled slightly as the acrid
stench of male cum and sweat mingled with the unmistakable essence
of aroused pussy filled his nostrils, causing them to flare out
momentarily.  And then he did it.  Burying his face in the mushy
cunt, Art groaned as he tasted his first mouthful of male cum.

"Oh BABYYYYY!" Carol groaned, closing her eyes, flopping her head
back and forth on the pillow.  "That's sooooo fucking nasty, Artie.
God I love it... I love hot, wet, nasty sex, darling.  Hmmmm, GOD!
Oh Art, yes, yes, darling, like that, suck me, suck their wet,
thick, creamy cock yogurt out of my pussy, baby.  EAT IT, ART.  EAT
YOUR FRIENDS' CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING SLUT PUSSYYYYYY!"  Screaming,
Carol came, her orgasm so powerful it rocked her body.  She twisted
and turned beneath Art's continuing oral attack, as wave after wave
of intense pleasure washed over her like waves on a beach, until
finally, she was unable to feel anything else... anything at all.

"My turn, baby," Art said, crawling up Carol's body, straddling her
tits, sliding his cock between them, the puddles of cum beginning to
dry on her body now as she felt her husband's cock fucking her tits.

"Come on me, Art.  You're right... it's your turn.  Shoot it all
over me, baby.  Come on me... come on your slutty wife's cum-covered
face.  Do it, Art.  COME ON MY FACEEEEE!" Carol screeched as she
felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of Art's cock and
down onto her face.  "OH God I love sex.  I love it so fucking much,
Art.  I want to watch you fucking Betty, too, and I want you to
watch Bill fucking me.  I want... oh God, Art, I WANT
EVERYTHINGGGGGG!" 

"Me, too, baby.  I want all that and more.  I love this, Carol.  I
loved watching you... loved watching them fucking and coming all
over you.  And I want to fuck Betty, too, and then I want... oh
God... I... I want to... to watch you eating my cum out of... out of
her... her PUSSY," Art gasped, lunging forward, causing one last,
final spurt of cum to splash out and onto his young wife's face.

Collapsing on his wife's cum coated body, Art shivered as he felt
the wetness of his friends' cum everywhere on Carol's body.  As they
slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thing Art remembered was
Carol's desire to have him fuck her friend Betty.  Dreaming of this
new opportunity to fuck another woman, he smiled, sighed, and
drifted off to sleep....