From DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Tue Apr 08 14:09:37 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!worldnet.att.net!newsadm From: DeepBlue <DeepBlue@DittosRush.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #3 Slut/Wife MMFBeast Date: Tue, 08 Apr 1997 13:09:37 -0500 Organization: AT&T WorldNet Services Lines: 433 Message-ID: <334A89DF.48B5@DittosRush.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.146.241.79 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0Gold (Macintosh; I; PPC) **************** The following story is intended only for adult reading. Those under the age of eighteen or those bothered by sexual explicit language or depiction should not continue. The actions and attitudes portrayed may be deemed offensive by some readers. I am a petite, five foot tall, 100 lb., usually brunette female with a 34B - 23 - 32 figure. I have been married to my husband, Doug for eleven great years and I am now thirty four. I find it easier to relate a story in which I am involved in the third person. E-mail comments are always welcome - DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Enjoy! *************** Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #3 Slut/Wife MMFBeast The Evening Carrie pulled herself out of the pool. The sun was sitting and the light breeze caused a chill over her still nude body. “What a day,” she thought as she gathered up her things from the table and deck; the sexy novel that she had been reading off and on all afternoon, the giant dildo that had kept her company most of the day, the tiny bikini that she had so hastily discarded. She took the back path that led to the bedroom and noted that most of the trees had finished leafing out. A warm spring day had a way of bringing nature alive. Though Carrie thought herself to be alive with nature most of the time, spring had a way of triggering a more intense interest. Today had been a good example of that. She tossed her things on the bed and went straight into the shower. The warm water and bubbly soap renewed her mind and relaxed her body. She didn’t fail to notice the small ache between her legs as she bathed. “Small price for big fun,” she thought as the water spilled down over her. After drying off, Carrie slipped into a long, totally sheer gown and headed for the kitchen. She had suddenly found herself very hungry and made quick use of the microwave for some leftovers from the refrigerator. She wandered into the sitting room and decided that she had better close the curtains before some busy body called the police. What she was wearing could cause a car wreck in front of the house. She slid the panels across the windows and settled into a comfortable chair to eat her make-do dinner. A soft sound of the big bands made a pleasant background and she picked up her novel again to see what lusty deeds her arch heroine was up to now. This chapter soon developed into a home porno movie session. The girl was again being ravished by her husband, gardener and the chauffeur. They had even brought in a professional camera man to film the action so that no one would be left out. “She’s got nothing on me there,” thought Carrie. “I’ve done that a few times myself.” Carrie recalled the time she had staged a seduction routine while out on the deck in the back yard. It was before all of the trees had been put in for privacy and she was in easy view of the neighbors. Doug had set up the video camera inside the house and used a longer than normal lens to zoom in on everything from that distance. It would appear to anyone that could observe that she was totally by herself in the yard. She had put on a very sexy garter belt with colored stockings and a half-bra that left her nipples totally exposed. Over this was a wrap dress that fell open with one tug on a side tie. She had gathered a collection of her favorite sex-toys in a large purse-like tote and a book about women’s’ favorite sexual fantasies. With these in hand, and the camera running, Carrie had strolled out to the deck and positioned herself in a chair so that the camera could get a good frontal view of her actions. She started reading casually from the book and, in a short period of time, found herself totally engrossed in it. She had completely forgotten about the fact that she was being taped. Her actions that followed had been a natural response to the turn-on she was getting from her reading. It was only after she saw the tape that Carrie realized what all she had done. Initially she had simply slipped her hand under her dress and rubbed her fingers against her swelling clit but that was soon followed with pulling the tie loose and letting the dress fall away to either side. Her nipples had grown hard and erect and Doug had zoomed in on them and then did a slow pan down to her hand between her legs. Carrie’s fingers were flicking back and forth as she raised one leg and draped it over the arm of the chair, totally exposing herself to the camera’s eye. Carrie’s growing excitement was very obvious on video. She paused long enough to dig through her bag, producing a large vibrator that she quickly turned on and pressed to her clit. Doug zoomed in again to catch Carrie’s shaved snatch in several excited contractions that were visible to the camera. As the filming had progressed, Carrie had become more and more engrossed with her own erotica. She was totally unaware that a neighbor was watching from his balcony but, at this point, would have found a great deal of pleasure in it if she had known. Doug had made several attempts to attract her attention so that he could signal her without exposing his own presence but to no avail. She was so caught up in her pleasure that the rest of the world had simply melted away. The taping went on for about an hour and a half and by that time, Carrie had slipped out of her dress, removed her bra and was clad only in her garter belt and hose. The neighbor had apparently become frustrated and disappeared back into his house. Carrie recalled being somewhat miffed when Doug had “mistakenly” slipped the tape into the VCR and played it for some of their friends. When she realized how turned-on she was at the prospect of all of these people seeing it, she had calmed down. “And I got great reviews,” she said to herself. “Some of them even got a live show later.” Carrie had come to realize how much she enjoyed being watched, especially when it came to sex and her body. Though the desire to be seen had always been there, she had suppressed it somewhat for years. It was a lot more fun mow. She drifted into another daydream that was somewhat connected. It had involved the same neighbor on the same balcony but this time she was inside the house laying on a sofa. She had become quite involved in showing off for Doug very late one afternoon while the drapes were wide open on an almost all glass wall that faced the neighbor’s balcony. She had performed on past any daylight and the inside lights had allowed an unrestricted view through the glass. The darkness had also afforded her neighbor the cover he neded. When Carrie realized he was there, she really started putting on a show for him, getting wilder and more brazen with her actions. She had used dildos, vibrators and her fingers in a wide assortment of positions from frontal spreads to rear end views and had come off while masturbating by straddling the arm of the sofa. After a while it had gotten too dark for her to see even his outline so she had Doug making regular reports to her about her neighbor’s actions. He would go into a darkened room where he could see the neighbor and call back to Carrie. She had been pleased to know that the neighbor had been jacking-off for some time while he watched and finally, unable to hold back, shot off over the balcony railing. Carrie remembered how satisfied with herself she was and what a turn-on it had been. She had then gotten Doug to fuck her right there on the sofa. The sound of the doorbell brought Carrie back to the present with a start. She pressed the intercom button on the table beside her. “Yes, who is it,” she asked? “It’s Rich from next door. I hate to bother you but I think that my dog has gotten into your back yard. “The retriever?” “Yea!” “I saw him out in front this morning. Have you seen him since then?” “Yes. This is the second time he’s disappeared today.” “OK! Use the gate on the west side. I think it’s unlocked. Rich, you need to get him a girlfriend you know!” “I’ll say. Especially this time of year,” he replied. “Thanks! I’ll take a look.” Carrie reopened her book and started to find where she had quit reading before her daydreams had started. About the time she found her place a cold nose brushed the side of her leg where her gown had fallen open. There was the large golden retriever, looking at her with bright eyes. Carrie realized that she had left the sliding doors open in the bedroom. “Well, this is twice today, I’ve seen you up close and personal,” referring to seeing him earlier at her front window. She reached down and scratched his head and he instantly began sniffing her hand. “You sure know where that hand has been, don’t you fella.” She had hardly gotten the sentence out before he had pushed his way between her legs and was sniffing her twat through the folds of the gown. “Bashful, you are not,” said Carrie aloud. “No wonder you’re mounting everything in the neighborhood.” She tried to push him away but he was much too strong for Carrie to handle and seemed determined to bury his face between her legs. Carrie pulled her gown aside so that he would not tear it and before she could get her hand under his nose, he was lapping at her exposed mound. Carrie froze for a moment. “God, you’re good at that,” she said without moving. His rough tongue sent chills all over the lower half of her body. Her nipples again became instantly hard The thin straps of her gown fell off her shoulders as she involuntarily pressed back into the chair and raising her cunt to him. She could see that he was getting a hard-on as he licked her. “You’re timing is uncanny too, or am I so horny that you can smell me from the back yard?” Carrie talked to him as though she had expected an answer but the dog was only interested in lapping at the moist folds of her bare twat. She closed her eyes and pressed against his tongue. A moment before Carrie would have come again for about the hundredth time today, the doorbell rang. “Hi! Rich again. I couldn’t find him so I’ll keep looking down the street.” “I found him,” Carrie blurted out as she pressed the intercom button. “Or maybe he found me.” “OK! I’ll lock him in the garage for a few days. Maybe he will calm down by then.” “You’ll have to get him first,” Carrie responded. “Right now he has me pinned and I can’t even get to the door to unlock it.” There was a long silence from Rich. “Is he——ahh” “He’s trying to follow his animal instincts.” “Shit, not again. Ah,is there a key out here so that I can unlock the door from here,” asked Rich. “No. Use the doors off the bedroom. Follow the left path from the pool.” “Be right there.” Carrie could hear his running footsteps as he left the front door and heard the side gate bang closed. She decided that she should try to cover what little she could before he came in but the dog did not have cooperation in mind. He jumped up with his front legs as if to try to mount her and tore the gown completely away with his claws. “Down,” shouted Rich as he rounded the corner from the hallway. He rushed up, grabbing the dog’s collar in his hand and pulling him away. Carrie was left sitting with the top of her gown down around her waist and the bottom half open on either side of her legs. She gathered up the sides and pulled them over her legs, not that it did any good anyway, the gown was so transparent. Frankly, she didn’t mind if he saw her naked but thought that it might be better this way for their first meeting. “God, I’m sorry,” Rich said to Carrie and then, “Sit,” he screamed at the dog. The dog looked up at him as though he had lost his mind and then, with what appeared to be a puzzled look on his face, sat down beside Rich’s leg. Carrie couldn’t help but laugh. There she was, almost stark naked, looking at a very angry but good looking man standing beside a big, puzzled dog with a hard-on as they both stared back at her. “Sorry for laughing but this is quite a picture,” she said, gesturing at both herself and the two of them. Rich looked quizzically at her and then seemed to grasp the whole picture. A faint smile broke his lips. “But are you OK?” “Yes, I’m fine. Not exactly dressed for company, but he didn’t hurt me at all. He’s apparently a gentle, but very firm lover.” “I’m sorry again,” he said as he yanked off his jacket and put it over her. It covered her tits but left the rest of her easily visible through the gown. “Maybe it will make him feel better,” thought Carrie and accepted his gesture, holding the jacket next to herself. “I don’t know what to say. He’s a weird dog I guess. He seems to like girls, but he’s never gotten this carried away before.” “Maybe he likes filmy gowns,” Carrie asked? “I can’t blame him for that but his manners leave a lot to be desired. I’ll get rid of him tomorrow. He won’t bother you again.” “Nonsense! It’s spring and the poor dog is just young and apparently easily excitable, though I wouldn’t have thought so after seeing him this morning. I’d have thought that it would have satisfied him for a day or so.” Carrie saw the puzzled look on Rich’s face and explained. “He had a good ride with another dog out by my front steps this morning.” Rich just rolled his eyes back, shook his head and looked at the dog. The dog was now ignoring both of them and was concentrating on licking the end of his shrinking prick. Rich threw up his hands and cried, “I give up! Come on Gambler. You’re going to the garage.” “Don’t punish him. It’s just nature. How about a drink to settle your nerves.” “I’d love one if you don’t mind. It’s been one of those days.” “Sit down. I’ll get you one. What would you like,” asked Carrie? “Scotch over anything! Ice! Over just ice!” He sank into a chair close by. Carrie got up and went out of the room, well aware that her nudity was clearly visible to Rich as she departed. She went into the bedroom and put on an other gown that was only slightly less revealing and then went to make the drinks. She couldn’t help wondering if he was as well hung as his dog. “Dogs and their masters tend to be alike, I’ve heard. That could be interesting,” thought Carrie. She made herself a margarita and fixed his scotch on the rocks. When she returned, the dog was laying on the floor and Rich was flipping through the novel she had been reading. He laid it down on the table and rose to accept his drink. "Incedently, my name is Carrie." “My pleasure, Carrie and thanks. Maybe this will calm my nerves. "I’ve read a couple of this lady’s books myself.” He pointed to the novel he had just laid down. “Fifty years ago, she wouldn’t have gotten published, but she makes interesting reading today.” “ ‘Raunchy’ would describe it in most circles but I like it. Maybe she’s providing an envy escape or some such thing for her readers.” “Maybe. I guess I do envy the girl’s husband," he commented. "If I had something like like her at home, I wouldn’t even mind the arrangements she has with the help.” The frankness of his comment startled Carrie slightly, but she appreciated the lack of mocho that it had revealed. "Did I catch his name as Gambler," Carrie asked as she looked at the dog? "Yes but maybe he and I should trade names. I may be the gambler for keeping him around." "He seems to have a one track mind," she noted, nodding toward him. He had again gotten a hard-on and was intently looking at Carrie. "I guess it's obvious that he finds you attractive. I'll take him out if you want." "No. I find it flattering in a kind of bazaar way. And it's not the first time I've seen it like that, you know." Carrie could feel herself getting hotter by the minute. She was trying to decide which one of them was effecting her the most. They continued on with a conversation that displayed each of their interests in the other. It went from pets to books and local activities, playfully skirting a direct subject of sex but constantly flirting with it. Carrie again felt Gamblers cool nose on her leg. He had been slowly easing his way across the floor toward her for some minutes now and it appeared that both Rich and herself were waiting to see what happened. Carrie neither said nor did anything, just kept the conversation flowing. Rich appeared as though he did not notice, but Carrie's internal sex signals were going off like crazy by this time. Carrie had, during the conversation, slowly parted her legs until she was sure that Rich could see nearly all of her. The straps of her gown had fallen off her shoulders and the top had slipped down so that it was barely covering her nipples. Their stiffness was all that held the thin fabric in place. Gambler ever so slowly had gotten between her legs and raised his head to rest it on one thigh. Rich still said nothing to him but continued the conversation. She could feel Gambler's warm breath on her clit and it may as well have been a vibrator. His long tongue reached out and barely flicked the wet lips of her cunt. Carrie's legs fell further apart as the dog pushed his head closer to his quest. The licks were quick and paced at first but became more frequent. Carrie finally could stand it no longer. Halting her conversation in mid-sentence, she raised her gown to her waist and pressed her naked cunt forward. Gambler ran his tongue over the full length of her gaping, wet hole. It rubbed across her clit and then retraced its path. Carrie leaned back in her chair and looked at Rich with hunger in her eyes. Her top had fallen and her breasts were inviting him. She could see the bulge in his pants and reached out a hand to beckon him over to her. As he came to stand by her, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. "It seems that old sayings are true," she thought as she grasped her hand around his naked erection and began stroking it slowly up and down. Carrie had slid down in the chair until her ass was at the front edge. Gambler wasted no time with such an invitation and, placing his paws on her shoulders with some of her help, began to thrust forward with his large hard-on. Carrie reached between her legs and, finding Gambler's cock, guided it into her wet snatch. When the dog felt the warm hole surround him, he began pumping rapidly, just as she had seen him do this morning. She could feel the tip of his cock as it struck the end of her tunnel and his thick hair brushed across her clit with each stroke. Rich was rubbing her tits and moaning as she continued to stroke his shaft. The dog grunted as he pounded into her and within a few moments, Carrie felt the gush of hot liquid as it shot into her. After a few finishing plunges, Gambler pulled free and again licked her gushing twat. Carrie slipped off of the chair and onto the floor. The tile was cold on her back but she hardly noticed as she pulled the gown off and tossed it in a corner. Rich was on her in an instant, driving his cock into her waiting snatch and immediately began thrusting fast and hard, just as Gambler had done. Carrie came off in low moans, time after time. She was a little surprised that she had any orgasms left after what had happened earlier in the day but they seemed to come with no effort. With each stroke of Rich's shaft, Carrie built toward the next one and would pull her legs up into the air so that she could enjoy the full length of his thrust. It pounded into her again and again until she felt him start to tremble. With a sudden rush that was timed with one of Carrie's biggest orgasms, Rich squirted his load of juice into her waiting cunt and they collapsed beside each other on the floor, both totally spent. "Can we do this again some time," Carrie asked between gasps for breath. "How about tomorrow night," came Rich's reply. "Can't take the morning off," asked Carrie jokingly? "I'd love to but---sorry," Rich said as he gently fondled her breast. "Maybe you could be my gardener. I already have an understanding husband." Rich looked at her with a smile on his face. "I'll tend your garden every day if you want." "You're hired" "See you tomorrow evening," Rich replied, pulling on his pants. He leaned over and kissed her and he and Gambler disappeared out the front door.