From DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Tue Apr 08 14:13:35 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 #9 Slut/Wife MMF Date: Tue, 08 Apr 1997 13:13:35 -0500 Organization: AT&T WorldNet Services Lines: 513 Message-ID: <334A8ACE.2DA8@DittosRush.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.146.241.79 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 #9 Slut/Wife MMF Home At Last For a change, Carrie woke first. It was unusual because Doug was usually up by seven regardless of when he got to sleep. She looked at his naked body and softly kissed his flaccid tool as she rose to get out of bed. After getting a cup of coffee from the kitchen, she slipped on a lace night jacket and quietly slipped out the glass door to the patio. The morning was warm and pleasant and a bright sun was trying unsuccessfully to fight its way through the leaves of the trees. A squirrel scampered across the top of the fence surrounding the patio and leaping onto the roof of the house, paying her little heed. Carrie could smell the remnants of her perfume mingled with the essence of her latest night of sensual pleasures. She found it to be libertine and stimulating but doubted that it would be popular in a bottle. She smiled to herself at the thought as she sipped her coffee.. Doug was stirring by the time she had showered and put on her make-up. She slipped into her new black mini-skirt that she had bought the day before at the "toy" store, attaching black fishnet stockings to the exposed garters. A black lace demi-bra completed her outfit. She brought Doug coffee and knelt in the middle of the bed as he took his first sips. "Room service didn't look like this in Boston," he said as he viewed her. "Maybe you need to find a different hotel the next time you go." "Or take you with me," he replied. "I wouldn't need a very big suitcase to pack what you would want me to wear." "A large purse would do," he said, smiling at her. "Perfume bottles take up too much room for that," she said as she kissed him and slipped off the bed. With an exaggerated wiggle, she walked slowly toward the hallway door. "Got to get a few things done," she said as she looked back smiling, knowing he was watching her. When Doug got out of the shower, there was a thong swimsuit laying on the fresh sheets of the bed. He pulled them on and went to see what Carrie was contriving for the rest of the day. "How would you like to just lay around the pool today and be waited on by a sexy, licentious winch," she asked from the lounge chair as he approached the pool. "I assume that you aren't going to the office today, even though it is Friday." "Sounds like a tough job, but, I suppose someone has to do it," he replied. "And, no, I not going in." "Good! And speaking of sexy, I like the suit. It certainly fits you better than it did the mannequin I saw it on. You've got better bulges." He smiled his appreciation for the compliment and sat in a chair across from her. "What's on your schedule for today," he asked? "You --- you --- and some more of you! Now! What can your wench get for you?" "OK! How about some more coffee." "Right away," Carrie replied as she started to get up from her seat. "I see you forgot to wear panties again," he teased. Her obsession with not wearing undergarments, particularly panties, had been a long standing source of kidding from Doug. "You weren't awake to remind me when I got dressed and it's too late now," she replied in a mock serious tone. "You'll just have to put up with it until tomorrow." She brought him some more coffee, sitting it on the table beside him and returned to her lounge chair. As she sat, she made sure that her shaved mound was obvious to him under her tiny skirt. He sipped his coffee, watching her approvingly as she flipped through a magazine. After a few moments, she dropped the magazine in her lap. "I forgot to tell you. You have three messages to call an attorney in Santa Fe. He's been trying all week to reach you. We aren't being sued are we?" "Not unless it's for indecent exposure," joked Doug. "What did he want?" "He wouldn't actually say. He mentioned that it had something to do with an estate and that he needed to talk to you," she said as she went inside to retrieve the messages. "I may as well get it out of the road," he said as he picked up the phone on the table. After a lengthy conversation he hung up and called to Carrie, "Conference time." She was dipping some twigs and dead leaves out of the pool with a long handled net. "What's up besides you." she asked as she ran her wet fingers across his legs. "We've got a minor problem. It seems that Aunt Claire's half-brother in New Mexico died about a week before she did and left her in his will. Since I was Aunt Claire's only benefactor, that inheritance also reverts to us." "I hope it doesn't cost as much this time to inherit something," she said referring to the time and money it took to get Claire's virtually worthless estate straightened out. "Rollins, this attorney, claims that the estate isn't big but will more than cover the expenses and taxes and things. The problem is that either you or I have to appear at a hearing by next Tuesday. It has something to do with the fact that he was Indian and owns property that is on Indian lands." "That's interesting. I didn't know you had Indian blood in your veins." "I don't," Doug replied. "I remember that Aunt Claire was married to an Indian at one time but I had forgotten about it. Apparently, her former husband was also the father of this half-brother by another marriage." "Complicated! So what's the problem," she asked? "I have to be in Toronto from Monday through Thursday of next week." "Oh! That is a problem! Can't they postpone it until later," she questioned? "I guess not. It seems they've been trying to locate us for three months now and the legal red tape kept screwing it up. Is there any way you can make it." "I can make it any time. You know that," she teased and then added, "Oh, you mean make it to New Mexico?" He shook his head in feigned bewilderment. "Sorry hon. I'll be serious." After a pause, she replied, "I guess so. I've got a tentative meeting with a client on Monday but I can beg out of that without hurting anything. "You'd be better at it than I would be anyway," said Doug. "You handled most of Aunt Claire's deal." "I suppose I should be there early on Monday to see the attorney before the hearing. I assume it is in Santa Fe," she commented. Doug nodded. "I guess that blows going to the boat this weekend, doesn't it? We'll just have to entertain ourselves at home." "You could catch a flight Monday morning," Doug said. "I've been thinking about that while we've been talking. I think I'd rather drive. It's not that long of a trip. I could leave early Sunday afternoon and probably get to Amarillo that night." "Are you sure you want that kind of drive," Doug asked. "The weather's beautiful right now and it might be kind of fun." "That's up to you. You can always change your mind. Here's the notes I made while I was on the phone. I pass the matter to your capable hands," he pronounced. They discussed some of the details for a few moments before Carrie took the notes inside to put in her briefcase. As she was closing it, she saw the new swimsuit she had gotten for herself at the lingerie shop the day before and remembered that she had not yet tried it on. Quickly stripping off her bra and skirt, she stepped into it and pulled the suspenders up over her shoulders. It was even tinier on than she had suspected it would be. When properly adjusted, the suspenders barely covered her nipples and the small front triangle made her appreciate that she shaved everything. The suit molded to her most diminutive crevices. "Paint might hide more than this does," she thought as she looked in the mirror. Every detail of that was covered by the small garment, both her breasts and between her legs, was clearly outlined by the snug, stretchy fabric. "But it wouldn't feel as good." She slipped into some blue high heeled sandals that she had and walked back out to the pool. "Wow," exclaimed Doug when he looked up and saw her. Where did you find that little nothing? That's sexy!" "Thank you," Carrie replied as she turned slowly in front of him. "It shows off some of my assets." "It shows off all of your assets, my dear. And it does it very well." Carrie bowed to him in appreciation and, slipping out of her shoes, dove into the pool. Doug followed a few seconds later and they rollicked in the water together for some time. They both climbed out together and sat on the edge, dangling their feet in the water. "Somehow I don't think the designer really had swimming in mind when he thought up this idea," Carrie said as she looked down at her bare breasts. "Or maybe he did," replied Doug, smiling at her. She shrugged her shoulders and carefully adjusted the narrow suspenders back over her nipples. "Want some iced tea," she asked him? "Great" She went toward the house and a few moments later she reappeared caring two glasses of iced tea and wearing only a short, fishnet cover-up that was open down the front. "I didn't want the chlorine from the pool the fade my new suit," she explained as she sat his tea beside him. "It's soaking." They sat facing each other for some time, verbally and visually teasing each other with looks, gestures and provocative comments. They both enjoyed this pattern of seduction; not touching but each stimulating the other. Doug's enjoyment of it was more obvious then Carrie's. She could see his tiny swimsuit straining against his growing erection. "Come here before you tear something," she finally commented. Doug rose and stood in front of her as she pulled the thong down his legs. His tool sprang out as she uncovered it. She grasped her hand around it and gently stroked it up and down. Carrie wasn't sure who was enjoying it the most, Doug or herself. She was growing more and more charged by their actions. "Feel good," she asked? "Uh-huh," he answered as he watched her. After a few moments, she squeezed him and let her hand slip away. Doug sat back down as they continued their torment of each other. He remained erect and hard in response to her stimulation. "How about some more tea, wench," he finally asked as he finished his glass. "Yes, master," she said. She stood in front of him with her legs spread wide before she took his glass and returned to the house. As she was making more tea, she heard Doug call, "I believe someones' out here looking for you." "Who," she asked as she returned carrying the glasses? She felt his cold nose on her rear as she stepped onto the decking around the pool. "Gambler," she exclaimed. "Good morning, fella," she said as she sat the glasses down and rubbed his head. Gambler immediately began to nuzzle between her legs. "You have him trained," laughed Doug. "It all comes natural to him. He doesn't need any training," answered Carrie. "Be good, Gambler. We have company, you know," pointing to Doug. The presence of guests did not inhibit Gambler any more now than it had two days ago. He continued his persistent nuzzling with his nose. His obvious intent was Carrie's slick uncovered mound. "He's obsessed with sex," she suggested. "You should be used to that kind of reaction from males by now," he smiled. "It looks like his reaction is not any different than mine," he added, pointing at the dog. Carrie looked in the area Doug was indicating with his finger and saw the dog's shaft was fully extended from its furry sheath and was throbbing up and down. "Now what do you want to do with that, you horny rascal," she asked as her legs parted allowing Gambler to finally reach her now wet snatch. "Oh god! His tongue is like a rough vibrator," she added, looking at Doug as her cover-up slipped off her shoulders and fell to the deck. She watched Doug began stroking himself as he observed her and the dog. The combination of seeing Doug and feeling the rugged tongue lapping over her swelling clit caused her to come off almost instantly. "Who wants it first," she asked, her voice now husky with the cravings that had possessed her. "I need a cock pumping in me." "He's already got a pretty good start," Doug replied. Carrie turned around and knelt on her cover-up, her elbows on the lounge chair. Gambler instantly sniffed her rear and jumped up on her with his front feet. He moved forward until his cock began rubbing between her legs. "Your aim is not as good today," she remarked aloud as she reached between her legs to guide his stiff tool to the right spot. The moment it touched her open cunt, the dog began thrusting and was inside her in seconds. He pumped at her quickly and hard and she could again feel him banging the very end of her opening. Her orgasms were coming one after the other. She turned her head to Doug so that she could see him stroking himself as he watched her. "I'm being fucked, Doug and it's fantastic," she said to him in a lusty voice. "I'm coming all the time." "I can see that," he smiled at her. "Oh! My cunt is sucking him while he masturbates in me." Carnality had absorbed her now and her language and actions reflected her infamous desires. She thrust back against the tool that was massaging itself in her. "I can feel that big knob of his sliding back and forth in my whore cunt and the end of his dong is getting to the very end of me," she moaned, her eyes now closed. "God, it feels good." Gambler continued to hammer his shaft into her receptive opening, his rear claws gripping into the decking. The hair around his cock was becoming matted with Carrie's cum as it wiped her with each thrust. He stiffened and jerked in and out more rapidly for a few moments before she let out a loud wail as he expelled his solution into her. Within a few seconds, he withdrew and scampered off across the yard. Carrie lay motionless for a long while before opening her eyes and smiling at Doug. "Boy, have I just been fucked." "I think you're right and I think you enjoyed every inch of it," he replied. "I'll say I did! And that was just the start of the shameful things I have in mind for today." "Entertain us, then," Doug grinned. "Besides being a stud, you're a voyeur," she laughed. "Would it do any good to deny that," he asked, looking at his full erection? "Not in the least." As she got to her feet, a stream of sticky cream dribbled down Carrie's legs. As she looked directly at Doug, she cupped her fingers under her gaping hole, catching some of it. She slowly smeared it on her stomach. "Want to see the new toys I bought," she asked? "If I get a demonstration." "That can be arranged. I'll be right back," she answered as she hurried into the house. A short time later, she returned carrying a large bag. She poured them onto the table next to Doug. Sorting through them, she selected the items she had gotten for him; the Robo Suck and the rings. "These are yours. Use them in good sex," she said as she slid them toward him. "The rest are for entertaining --- you and me and anyone else." "You weren't joking when you told me about the big one you bought, were you," he asked looking at the "porno star" replica. Carrie picked it up and put it on the deck a few feet in front of him before she answered. "No, I wasn't," she replied in a seductive manner as she straddled it, facing him. Without any other comment, she started a slow undulation downward until the tip of the oversized dong was touching her still dripping opening. He legs were spread open as she clasped her knees for balance. She smiled in a sensuous manner as she began to jounce over it, moving up and down and back and forth, letting the tip tease and caress. She kept gazing at Doug's stiff rod, still clasped in his hand, as she gyrated. She soon started getting lower and lower with each movement until the huge dildo began disappearing into her slit. Tiny gasps started coming from her lips, her eyes closed and her head went back. Slowly, a half inch at a time, she dropped closer to the deck. She knew Doug could see the giant devise jerk about as she descended and he would know that she was un-conscientiously clutching at it with her muscles. Within moments, it had, save for the base, totally disappeared inside her. She squatted motionless for several seconds before enjoying a shattering orgasm, brought about only by her own internal spasms. She gasped and moaned as it moved through her body. When the convulsions in her torso subsided, she began rising and falling on the dildo, softly at first and then harder and harder. Drifting into her faint of lustful abandon, she went down on her knees and continued an energetic, rapid stroking. Again she came in a loud and prurient cry. After catching her breath, Carrie rose and lay on the lounge. Rubbing her fingers over her clit, she experienced several more smaller climaxes while Doug watched, enthralled by her never-ending sexuality. She, at last lay quite. After a few minutes of utter silence, she opened her eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy that." Doug simply smiled his response. "There's more, but I need to rest a minute." "Why don't I fix you a cool drink while you recover," Doug suggested. "But I'm supposed to be your wench and wait on you today." "We'll make this one exception," he replied. "You talked me into it," she replied, looking up at him, her legs open and relaxed. Doug walked naked back onto the deck carrying the drinks he had just prepared. Carrie was still in the lounge chair, her legs spread, but she was pressing her new large black dildo in and out of her cunt. "I felt too empty while you were gone," she explained in a feigned shyness. "You're not empty now," he responded with a smile. "That one reminds me of a night at the movies." "It did me too. That's why I got it. It was big and black and you can even make it have a little crook." She pulled it part way out to show the slight, left-hand curve in the middle. "That should bring back fond memories," he said. "It does. The two of you banged me all night long," she replied with a broad smile. "And that reminds me. I haven't told you about going to the porno shop again yesterday, have I?" She related the story of shopping around in the store and then going into the room to watch the men masturbating. She told him particularly about "Six". "Did you come off while you were watching," he asked. "Yes! Several times. And when I was leaving, "Six" put a note in my hand. When I got in the car and opened it, it read "Chuck" and gave his phone number. They knew that I was watching them." "Sounds like it. Does that bother you?" "It did at first but then I saw the equity of it and it was sexy," she said. "Have you called him yet," Doug asked? "Not yet, but I certainly want to. He has everything it takes." "Call him now if that would please you," he suggested. "You mean to come over today?" "Sure, if that's what you want." Carrie laid there thinking about it as she slowly stroked the dildo in and out. "Normally, I would probably say 'No', but I'm feeling so horny and slutty --- Are you sure it's OK?" "We can have another all night party --- or day, in this case," he replied as he handed her the phone. "Strangely, I still remember the number," she said as she dialed. "555-1816" "Chuck, please. Oh, hi. My name is Carrie. I was in a store yesterday when you handed me a note with your name and number on it. Do you remember?" Carrie continued the conversation for some time, talking on the phone while she stroked herself with the large black dildo. "Anytime, but now is certainly agreeable with us. As a matter of fact, I'm laying here using the big black toy I bought. Yes! Right now, while we're talking. It feels very good." After a few more minutes, she hung up and looked at Doug. "He'll be here in about half an hour." "Then you'd better get fixed up a little. You sort of look like you've already been to an orgy," he teased. "Not like the one I'm about to go to," she replied as she got up to go inside.