From DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Tue Apr 08 14:12:58 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 #8 Slut/Wife MMF Date: Tue, 08 Apr 1997 13:12:58 -0500 Organization: AT&T WorldNet Services Lines: 366 Message-ID: <334A8AA8.1226@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 #8 Slut/Wife MMF Doug's Return The plane was just pulling up to the gate as Carrie arrived. There were very few people waiting and it made her sad and happy at the same time. Happy that she was here for Doug but sad that so many others would have no one to greet them. She stood back against the wall opposite the entry way from the plane. Some of the first people off eyed her carefully. Even though she was standing in the shadows, her reveling dress drew attention. Doug was about the tenth person off the plane and, at first, didn't see her because of the shadows. She stood motionless even though she wanted to dash up to him and stick her tongue in his mouth. He stopped short as he caught a glimpse of the dress and walked toward her. Now she could stick her tongue in his mouth and she did; in a long and sexy embrace as she pressed herself to him. They finally separated and stepped apart. "Hi, sexy winch," he said to her. "Good to see you and good to see so much of you." "Hi yourself, stud. And I'm glad you approve," she said as she smiled back at him. "You're a show-off, you know," he said as he looked at her again. "I know," she replied. "I can't help it." "Aren't you afraid of getting arrested looking like that?" "Actually, yes! It is more reveling than I had thought it would be. I'd expected the lights to be dimmer at this time of night. But, --- if you're pleased, I'm glad I did it. Now let's get out of here." "I've got to get my bags. If you want, you can wait in the car." "I don't want but I had probably better before someone gets upset with me. I've been here for quite a while already." They talked as the walked toward the exit. A short distance from the security station, Carrie smiled and waved at a pilot as they met. He was heading in the direction of the gate that they had just left. "I guess its on to LA," he said as they drew abreast. "Well, the whole evening wasn't wasted then," replied Carrie. "It most definitely was not," he said with a broad grin. "John! This is my husband, Doug. Doug, meet John Cooper." They shook hands and exchanged the usual pleasantries for a few moments. "I have to run," John said. "And I'm sure you two are in a hurry to get home. Doug, great to meet you. And Carrie, it was certainly my pleasure." They waved as they departed on their separate ways. "I take it you know John from somewhere," asked Doug as they approached the exit. "Yes! From the supply room." She smiled and added, "See you in the car." Doug watched the swing of her rear as she walked through the revolving doors and until she was out of sight into the parking area. Turning, he went back to the luggage carousel for his bags. Because of the light traffic at that time of night, it was only a few minutes before his bags appeared on the metal conveyor and he was headed to the car. Carrie was seated in the passenger seat looking provocative. As he walked up, she handed him the keys. "I take it that I'm driving." he asked? "All night long if you want," she responded. Doug laughed at her remarks while he put the bags in the truck. "How long is this torment going to last," he asked as he slid behind the wheel? "All night long if you want," she said again but she was unable to continue her serious composure. They laughed as Carrie pressed herself against him in another wet and passionate kiss. "Good to have you home," she said between kisses. "Good to be here," he replied and then added, "but we had better get out of here before I strip off what little you have on right here in the car." "Want me to help," she asked as she started pulling her dress up around her waist? "Not right now. I may have a wreck," he said as he started the car and backed out of the parking space. Carrie left her dress gathered about her waist as they stopped to pay the parking fee. The flustered attendant, a young man of about nine-teen or twenty, dropped the change twice before getting it into Doug's hand. "There! You've broken another heart," Doug teased as they pulled onto the access street to the freeway. "Yes, but I make a lot of them happy too." "You make everyone happy," he replied. "I try," she said as she reached down and pulled the dress off over her head. "There! Now you and everyone else can see me even better. Carrie wrapped the chiffon dress around her neck like a scarf and let it flutter in the wind behind her. Doug looked at her while he drove. "The chain is new. I like it." "So do I," she said. "It feels good tugging on my nipples as it bounces and that makes my cunt all wet and hot." Doug slid his hand between her open legs. "You're going to stain the seat," he joked. "You and John, the pilot, can share the blame. Its not my fault you were late," she said with a mock hautiness. "I assumed that the two of you had been keeping each other company during the wait. In a supply room?" "Yes and there was a good supply of everything." she answered as she slid closer and reached over to unzip Doug's pants. "We wouldn't want to tear your suit," she added as she slipped her hand into the opening and pulled out his erect cock. Carrie bent over and took the tip of it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around its head. Doug moaned and pushed up toward her as her mouth totally engulfed him. After a few minutes, she eased her mouth away. "Don't want to get you too carried away before we get home," she said. "I agree but I don't have to like it that I agree, do I," he asked? "Nope," she teased as she lay back in the seat. She put her outside foot on the dash and opened up her legs. "My legs really are sticky and wet. Just feel." Doug slid his hand between her legs again and she pressed herself onto his fingers. Three of them slid into her open cavern. He pumped them in and out a few times and rested them on her leg. Carrie spread her legs as open as she could get them, pulled her lips away and put four of her own fingers inside. With a wanton look on her face, she said, "God, I love to fuck. I love having cocks rammed up inside my twat. They make me feel so good," she panted as she stroked herself. She pulled them out, rubbed the sticky juice over her stomach and breasts and then sucked on her fingers. Looking Doug right in the eyes, added, "I'm just a whore and I want to fuck all the time." "Is that why you're so good at it," Doug smiled. "You're always best at what you enjoy the most," she replied, still with a lusty expression. "I believe that proves your point. You enjoy it and you are the best." The rest of the way home, Carrie continued to tease and torment Doug as he drove. When they reached the garage, she was out of the car before the automatic door opener had even started to close the door. "You'll shock the neighbors," Doug heckled. "Only those that have just moved in. The rest of them should be used to it by now." 'You're probably right," he agreed as he followed her into the house. Carrie dropped the dress on a chair in the hallway and, dressed only in her shoes, stockings and breast chain went to the bar. She fixed two margaritas and brought them over to the sofa where Doug was sitting. "Too your health! You'll need it." They took long sips of their drinks. "I think I was safer while I was traveling than I am in my own home." "I know you were," Carrie replied as she set her glass on the end table. She unfastened his still unzipped pants and pulled them off. After removing his shoes and socks, she straddled his legs, removing his tie and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. After pulling off the shirt, she fondled him and whispered in his ear. "I like them all but this one is my all-time favorite." "With all that competition, its good to know where you stand," he conjoined with a grin. "And you always have," she said as she picked up her glass. She sat bestride his legs, as they touched and stroked each other while finishing their drinks. Doug nibbled at the tips of her chain adorned breasts as she caressed his stiff erection and ran her long fingernails softly over his balls. Conscienceless, she rubbed her wet inlet back and forth against his thigh as they savored each other. When their glasses were empty, Carrie rose and offered him her hand. She preceded him to the bedroom, sliding past the lacy draperies and onto the sheets. She lay on her back, her stockinged legs spread and arms over her head. The lights above the bed were dim but softly flooded the area and the reflection in the mirror caught their two bodies as they joined in an impassioned embrace. He locked his fingers in hers as he slid up into her, being totally engulfed in one smooth thrust. Rising to meet him, she could feel herself grabbing at him with her muscles. He pumped her with long, slow strokes. Each time he drew his tool out until only the tip was still touching her and then, would slip its length back into her waiting slit. Carrie watched his sensual movements in the mirror overhead and observed her own womanly reactions to them. It was as though she was watching another couple but enjoying the physical thrill of their actions herself. Each motion sent quivers of excitement through her and risqué concepts captivated her mind. As so often happened to Carrie, the last few days flashed before her; the orgiastic events she had enjoyed, the total lustfulness of her activities. It had been an impulsive succession of phallic gratification for herself and her partners and it was continuing to delight her tactile needs. Rick, Gambler, Bob and Greg, John, the men at the "toy" store had all pleasured her. Now Doug! Had there been others that she couldn't even remember now? It didn't matter. They all had luxuriated her senses. As it had always been, each of them had authored her desire for the next, and he, the next. She grasped her hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and apart. With each plunge, she could feel Doug's shaft press against the very end of her chasm and sense his hair as it tormented her swollen and sensitive clit. Within a few seconds, she was again experiencing a sequence of orgasms that clouded her mind. Each ascendancy would ebb only to be followed by another. She moaned and cried aloud as the pleasure filled her body. "Oooh! Fuck me! Fuck me. Ram your cock into my slutty cunt. It makes me come so much!" Carrie's mind was of a single intention; that of pure sensual satisfaction for her partner and herself. She delighted in his pleasure and gratification and it served to enhance her own. Each stroke he made in her brought subsequent sensuous images drifting across her erotic mind, heightening each orgasm. Doug was finally no longer able to control the urges that she had created in him. With a tumultuous moan, he shot his pent-up juices into her wet, pulsing cave. Carrie could feel herself grip and release him as though to pull every last drop of fluid from his tool. After several moments of total silence except for their heavy breathing, Doug rose from her and kissed her nipples. His diminishing erection pulled out of her and allowed a gush of liquid to pour out on the already stained sheets. "Are these your trophies," Doug asked humorously, indicating the large spots on the black sheets. "Only temporary ones. The real ones are up here," she replied as she smiled seductively and touched the side of her head. "You certainly wear a small hat for such a big trophy room." "Especially when all the trophies are life size," she said. "Amazing how well organized they must be, isn't it?" "Now you're boasting," he said as he gently pinched one of her still hard nipples. "You're probably right. I'm sorry." she said as she slid her hand between his legs and started stoking his now semi-erect cock. "I probably have little room to boast," she added whimsically. "And the moon is made of purple cheese too. Right," Doug asked. "Of course it is." Carrie inched closer to Doug and put her head on his thigh. Slowly she stroked him until the tip of his swelling shaft was touching her lips. With her tongue, she licked the smooth head. "It's slippery and tastes yummy," she commented as she continued to wipe the length of his erection with her tongue. Within a few minutes, it was as hard as it had been earlier. "Want to do me the way Gambler does," Carrie asked with a smile? She rolled over on her elbows and knees and presented Doug with a view of her rear end. "Give it to me doggie style." Doug wasted no time in remounting her from the rear. She reached down to feel his shaft as it slipped in and out of her overflowing sex hole. Her hand was quickly covered with a mixture of the jism from John and Doug and of her own creamy come. He pumped her rapidly this time, hanging onto her waist for leverage. "It feels very similar, except your hands aren't as furry," she kidded. "Is that the only difference," asked Doug as he continued to thrust at her. "No." She paused for a few seconds. "Gambler has a large bulb part way down his cock that makes it feel different and it isn't as big around as you are. But, oh god, does he ever make me come. He really hangs on and just bangs me to get himself off. It's pure animal lust and it feels like it," she said. "He probably doesn't even know that I get as much gratification as he does. or maybe more. I get to come about twenty times to his once." "You're a slut," Doug said. "A fantastic, fucking slut." "You're right. Now fuck me like that big dog does," she moaned as she started to come off. "Tomorrow we'll have him over and you can watch him shove his cock into me just like you're doing right now. And you can watch me come with him just like I'm coming with you. If you like, I'll suck his cock clean when he's done like I did to you a few minutes ago. He'll probably want seconds too. He did this morning. Ooooh! Oooh! Ram it in me, Doug." Carrie came off several more times before Doug released himself in her, refilling her gaping cunt with creamy white juice. Pulling out, he slapped Carrie on the rear and said, "Thanks for this fuck too, bitch. And incidentally, it is already well into tomorrow. "You are welcome, stud. Any time. And I do mean any time and I'm glad its tomorrow! That means we'll get to play more today" Carrie and Doug both laughed as they fell to the bed, exploring each others bodies. Within a few minutes they were both asleep, their torsos touching. The timer on the overhead lights clicked off about six o'clock in the morning but it didn't disturb the couple's profound sleep.