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 40-Something Slut [M/F,MM/F,exhib] by Art West
(artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)

   CHAPTER 1: Beginnings of exhibitionism and adultery

   Not much more than a year ago, my wife Julie and I (Theo) were a
conventional white South African couple, brought up in the Afrikaans
community, regular church members and living in the upper middle class
eastern suburbs of Pretoria (the capital of South Africa).  But today,
Julie is a promiscuous slut who has made a number of porn movies, is a
part-time hooker, and I get my kicks out of hearing or preferably watching
her exploits.  How could our life-style have changed so dramatically, so
quickly?

   We married when Julie was 21, and had just graduated with an honours
degree in languages, planning to be a teacher.  I was 7 years older and
starting to break into the IT business.  We were both inexperienced
sexually.  I had gone all the way with only one other woman: this was with
a divorced woman, 10 years older than I was, whom I met during a beach
holiday.  I had tried to continue the relationship after we returned home
but she quickly made it clear that she had no long-term interest which
devastated me for a few months.

   Julie had had a few boyfriends but had never got further than intense
petting.  In the early years of our marriage I would get quite turned on
when I managed to get her to relate some of her experiences with other
guys, in clear anticipation of the later emergence of my voyeuristic
tendencies.

   We settled quickly into a satisfying sex life, but to our dismay she
fell pregnant within 4 months of our wedding, and son Tristan arrived just
a month after our first wedding anniversary.  We had planned on two
children, and decided not to wait too long for the second so that they
would be companions.  And so, just 18 months later, Tristan was joined by a
sister Louise.  Julie was not quite 24 at the time.

   With the babies, Julie never went into teaching, but found some
opportunity for work at home, initially as an editorial assistant for
glossy women's magazines, and later writing investigative articles.

   Our story starts at the time Louise went to join her brother at
Stellenbosch University (a thousand miles away).  Louise was still 17 and
was only a year behind Tristan at School, so that in one year both children
had left home, and we were faced with the classical empty nest syndrome. 
Julie was 41 and I was 48.

   Then a week after the children had left, we had another blow.  Julie was
rushed to hospital with severe abdominal pains which were diagnosed as
ovarian cysts.  When the surgeon investigated he found other growths as
well and both ovaries were removed.  Julie was devastated and went into
deep depression.  She felt that not only had she lost her role as mother,
she had now lost her womanhood as well.  We had even talked of having
another baby, but that fantasy was also dashed.  I tried to joke that she
was now a 'sports model' but although prophetic, at the time it went down
like a lead balloon.

   And then a month later, as she was physically getting her strength back,
I had what turned out to be a brilliant idea.  I bought a subscription for
her at a local gym, including a personal trainer.  She had been quite an
athlete during her school and university days, but had not kept it up after
the babies.  She was not by any means fat, but she was carrying some excess
kilograms, and her muscle tone was less than ideal.

   With her natural athleticism, she blossomed in response to the regular
training.  Within two months she looked in her 20s!  The excess weight had
melted away, her legs and buttocks firmed up, and although her breasts
reduced a little in size they were as perky and firm as a teenager.  Colour
added to her naturally darker complexion and she started to turn heads
wherever we walked.

   With her improved looks came greater confidence as she moved out of her
depression.  She started replacing her wardrobe with younger clothes:
shorter skirts and tops that showed a lot more cleavage.

   The watershed event was a visit to Amsterdam late in July that year. 
Remember that June/July is the southern winter.  The kids had been home for
a few weeks, and just after they left, I had this conference in Amsterdam.
I had enough frequent flier miles to pay for Julie's ticket and the hotel
room was paid for anyway.  We planned to stay a few extra days to have a
brief holiday.

   On the second night we walked through the red light district.  Julie was
fascinated seeing the women displaying themselves in the window, and even
more so when we watched a small blonde girl opening the door to negotiate
with two large black guys, before taking them inside and closing the
blinds.

   "Is she going to serve them both?" she whispered.

   "Looks like it" I confirmed.

   "Wow, I wonder what it feels like having sex with two guys at the same
time" gasped Julie much to my surprise.

   A little later we entered a sex shop, and started to look at the DVDs.
Julie startled me by suggesting "let's get some!".  She chose three, all to
my further surprise involving women with two or more partners, one DVD
being a full-blown gang-bang theme.

   Back at the hotel room, I put on of the DVDs into my computer.  Julie
stripped off and lay on the bed, inviting me to do the same, which I did.
We kissed and fondled each other as we watched the action on the screen.  I
could sense Julie becoming increasingly aroused as we watched two, three
and four men sexing the same woman.  I heard Julie muttering: "Oh my God
... look at her ... acting or not, she's enjoying being penetrated from all
sides ... It must be so exciting ... could I ever give up all my
inhibitions for sheer physical fulfilment like that?" I could hardly
believe my ears.

   As she muttered more to herself than to me, she wanked me with one hand,
and grabbed my hand to her pussy.  Not much later she pulled me round into
a 69 position with her on top and she rubbed her pussy vigorously into my
face as she literally devoured my cock.  Previously she had largely
resisted oral sex at all, but now she took the lead.  The feel of her mouth
round my cock was exquisite, and I knew I would not last long.  I tried to
indicate to her that I was ready to come, but she just ground her pussy
more vigorously on to my face, coating my beard (did I say I had full face
beard) with her juices.  Then I exploded.  I shot out more semen than I
think I had ever done, and Julie seemed to swallow it all.  For my turn, I
was also swallowing the copious fluids streaming out of her pussy.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

   Over the next few evenings we watched the DVDs a number of times, each
time followed by the most passionate and adventurous sex we had enjoyed
since our honeymoon days.  On the third night, Julie even suggested we
leave the curtains open.  It was not obvious that anyone would be able to
see in, but the risk added to the thrill.

   By the Sunday after the conference, we had had our fill of museums and
cultural tours.  It turned out to be a beautifully warm summer's day and I
suggested we might go to the beach.

   "Beach?  In Amsterdam?!" she exclaimed, showing the common South African
belief that we have the best beaches in the world.

   But I explained that I had had some enjoyable days at Zandvoort, an hour
by train from Amsterdam.  So we were soon on our way, with towels, packets
of sandwiches and some drinks in a small back-pack.

   As we walked down on to the beach, Julie noticed a sign to the nudist
beach, and again to my surprise suggested that we go there as we did not
have swimsuits in any case.

   When we reached the nudist area, we lay out our towels, and Julie
stripped immediately with no embarrassment it seemed.  I was happy to do
the same as I always enjoy going nude.  We enjoyed the sun for a while, and
then decided to walk down to the water's edge to have a quick plunge into
the sea.

   We noticed that many clothed people walked along the ocean edge, and
some at least clearly enjoyed ogling the nude bodies.  Julie certainly
received her fair share of the ogling, and clearly enjoyed, looking the
oglers straight in the eye.  We paddled around for some time in the shallow
water, with my wife turning in such a way as to maximally expose herself to
the strollers.

   During the next couple of hours we went through about 4 cycles of
sunning ourselves, going for a quick dip in the sea, and then paddling
where Julie could show herself off.

   On the last such occasion, we had just decided to return to our towels,
when we turned round to walk back and almost literally bumped into a couple
whom we knew from Pretoria.  Kath and George were an uptight pair active in
the local PTA while Tristan and Louise were at school.  He was a short
tubby man, very much under the thumb of his larger wife.  They were
continually griping about lack of discipline and morals amongst the young,
and frequently objected to school activities which in their view violated
Christian principles.

   It was Julie who first recovered from our mutual surprise.  "Well what
are you doing here?  Enjoying the view?"

   Clearly Kath was highly embarrassed at our nudity, although I was sure
that George was surreptitiously peeking at Julie's body.  After a few
stammered sentences, Kath grabbed George's arm and pulled him away.  As
they disappeared along the beach we could see Kath talking to her husband
in an angrily animated manner.

   For our part, we decided to move up to the restaurant/bar up on the
dunes.  We had earlier noticed that some of the bathers did put on beach
wraps when going there, but not all did so.  Julie had no intention of
dressing, and she led the way proud of her nudity.  She found a seat while
I went to get beers, and I found her sitting facing the path coming up,
with her legs spread to leave her pussy area in full view of anyone else
coming in.

   We had two beers each before deciding it was getting late and a bit
cold, and that we should head back to Amsterdam.  As we slipped on our
clothes, I noticed that Julie did not put on a bra, and that her nipple
points were clearly visible through the thin t-shirt she wore.  She was
never again to wear a bra (except for a sports bra in the gym).

   Julie wanted to visit the red-light area again.  Another surprise to me
was her reason: she wanted to buy a dildo and a vibrator.  The dildo she
chose was a huge black one.  "Do you think it will fit in me?", she asked
me cheekily.  "Should I try it for size?".  She giggled, but then turned to
other purchases, some naughty lingerie and a couple more DVDs.

   Later in the hotel room, she tried out her toys as we watched the new
DVDs.  I watched her in fascination as she worked the massive artificial
cock into her pussy.  She lay back, legs spread and started to fuck
herself. My own cock grew as I watched, which she noticed.  "So what would
you do if you found me in bad with a large black cock tickling my insides?"
she teased.  "Would you fight for my honour or just stand there wanking
yourself?" Where had she learned such language, I wondered.

   On the screen, the DVD showed a double entry scene.  "Perhaps you want
to fuck my backdoor as my big-cocked black lover fucks my cunt?" I nearly
shot my load right then at the thought.  She noticed and laughed: "There's
a tube of KY jelly in my toilet bag ... Get it!"

   I did as I was told, and a few minutes later was pushing two fingers up
my wife's arsehole where I had never been permitted before.  Almost
breathlessly in excitement, I soon replaced my fingers by my cock and
gently probed for admission.  Julie moaned in delight and relaxed to allow
me to enter.  As I slid slowly into her well-greased hole, the feeling was
so exquisite.  She was so tight, and in addition I could feel the
artificial cock on the other side of the membrane also massaging my member.
I pressed close against her, wrapping my arms around to help thrusting the
dildo in and out of her juicy cunt.

   Julie moaned in pleasure.  "Ohhhhhhh yesssssssssssss.  I've got two
lovers sharing me and I'm sandwiched between them.  They're both fucking me
and squeezing me between them.  How does it feel, Theo, to be so close to
another man sharing your wife ... Does it make you want to cum?"

   And cum I did.  I think I shot more semen out than I had done in years,
and Julie screamed in ecstasy in unison with me.

   As we came down from our high, and my shrinking cock slipped from its
warm haven, Julie giggled as teased: "So what would you think of sharing
your wife with another man?  Especially if he was more well-endowed than
you?".  I couldn't answer, but a shiver of sexual excitement ran through me
... a foretaste of things to come that at this time could only be fantasy.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

   We slept well, but our holiday was over.  The next day we flew back home
and soon we were back into the old routine.  Well, not quite.  Some things
had changed.  Julie now slept in the nude, something I had tried to get her
to do for 20 years!  And she did not object when I did the same.

   What I did not know was that when she was alone at home, she now often
walked round in the nude, imagining friends, family, strangers gazing at
her.  Our house had underfloor heating, so it was always comfortable.  She
regularly used her vibrator while sitting naked in the living room,
bringing herself to orgasm.  In case someone came to the door, she left a
short gown that just tied with a sash within easy reach.  When the doorbell
rang, she would quickly slip the gown before answering the door, very aware
of how little she wore and how easily it could come off, and she thrilled
at the sense of near-exhibitionism.

   How do I know all of this?  Eventually, many months later, she was to
tell me.  In fact, I was completely unaware of most of the events I am now
going to describe at the time they occurred.  It was early the next year
before I found out.  More of that later.

   One thing I did immediately see was that she had completely removed all
pubic hair, by a combination of shaving and creams.  "It makes me look like
the porn stars", she explained with a giggle.  Shortly afterwards, she
acquired a home laser hair removal kit, and within about 6 weeks she had
hardly any more growth around her pussy or under her arms.  She was right -
she looked like a porn star and I was continuously aroused at the thought.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

   Our birthdays are both in August, and soon after our return from
Amsterdam, Julie began planning a big party, especially as it was my last
before the big `5'.  I was not that enthusiastic, but she announced a theme
of `priests and prostitutes' and invited a large number of family, my work
colleagues, her magazine and other friends.

   I objected that I would not know what to wear!  But Julie modified an
old woollen dressing gown into the garb of a medieval friar which I would
wear with leather sandals.  She insisted that I wear no underclothes as
that would not have been authentic.  I felt slightly embarrassed, but when
the evening came and I danced with other women, it was also arousing and I
was continually trying to hide an erection.

   But I was absolutely flabbergasted when I saw Julie's outfit only
minutes before the first guests arrived.  She had cut the legs out of denim
jeans, leaving it almost as brief as a bikini bottom cut high up her thighs
to leave only the waist band covering anything at that point.  She wore a
lacy top, but unbuttoned and just tied below her boobs, leaving a
substantial cleavage on show.  The outfit was completed by knee-high white
patent leather boots with high heels.  She looked better than many of the
hookers in Amsterdam.  I wanted to fuck her right then, but she held me
off: "Whoa, brother.  What about your vows of chastity?  In any case, I
don't think you can afford my rates."

   Julie was a hit!  The male guests of all ages fell over each other
trying to dance with her, and their hands wandered all over.  Julie looked
flushed and excited.  I had to hide an erection.

   An hour or two into the party, I went looking for Julie to ask where
some of the snacks were.  I thought she was in the kitchen, but then heard
soft voices from down the passage which lead from the kitchen to the garage
past a storeroom.  I quietly walked down, and then gasped as I peeped into
the storeroom.  There was a young guy from my office, Barry, and he and
Julie were clinched together in a passionate kiss.  I remembered stories of
Barry, that he had bedded most women in our office including a number of
married women much older than himself!  And he looked well on his way
adding my wife to his conquests.  As they moved I saw clearly that he had a
hand inside her top, while she was rubbing her thigh against his crotch.  I
should have burst in an broken this up, but instead I continued spying,
conscious of a hard-on tenting my friar's gown in a most unpriestlike
manner.  Eventually I slipped back into the kitchen and noisily rattled
dishes around.  I then returned to the party and noticed Barry and Julie
quietly slipping in a few minutes later.  She looked flushed while he had
big grin on his face as a spoke to a couple of other young guys from the
office.  What was he telling them?

   I had an even bigger shock around midnight.  Some of our guests were
preparing to leave, but there was no sign of Julie.  I went upstairs to the
bedrooms, and then to my surprise heard a sound from daughter Louise's
bedroom.  The room was in darkness but the door was not quite close.  I
looked through the gap and in a full-length mirror I could see Julie lying
on the bed with my cousin Henri.

   Henri was a divorcee, in fact had been married twice and divorced both
times for adultery.  He is a year younger than me, but I had always been
rather jealous of the easy way in which he attracted females of all ages.
And here he was on, if not yet in, bed with my wife.  Then I realized that
her top was completely undone, and as I watched he started suckling at her
breast, while fingers of one had were working into the legs of her shorts.
Julie was audibly moaning, and I saw her hand rub his crotch.

   Once more, as when watching Julie with Barry, my mind said I should
burst in and confront them, but I could not tear my eyes away from the
erotic sight and my hand wanked on my erection.  I must have watched for
about 5 minutes and I found myself silently urging Henri on to go all the
way.  I felt sure that Julie was so hot she'd let him penetrate her.  I was
close to cumming in my robe when I heard someone else coming up the stairs.
It was someone looking for a toilet.  I loudly directed them to the
children's bathroom and I then slipped into our bedroom and used the
ensuite bathroom.

   When I emerged 3 or 4 minutes later, Louise's bedroom door was open and
the room was empty.  I ran downstairs to be met by Julie asking me: "Where
were you?  A lot of people are wanting to go."

   Within 30 minutes we were alone.  We cleared the worst mess and headed
for bed.  I grabbed Julie in her prostitute outfit and threw her on the
bed, my gown coming open to reveal my rampant erection.

   The slightly tipsy Julie giggled.  "Wow what's made you so hot?"

   I threw myself on top of her.  "You were turning on a lot of guys
tonight.  Why should I be immune?"

   She giggled again.  "Some of our friends and relatives are naughty
boys!"

   "I saw you with Barry and Henri", I confessed.

   "They were some of the naughtiest!", she giggled sheepishly.  Then she
reached out to my rigid member.  "But it looks like little willie liked
what you saw!!  I think my hubbie is definitely a voyeur!  What would you
have done if they had gone all the way with me?  Would that arouse you even
more?"

   The mere thought of seeing Julie with another cock in her pussy nearly
made me come on the spot.  I ripped her shorts off and plunged right in. 
She came just as quickly as I did, and we collapsed into sleep right where
we were.

   Nothing was said between us the next morning, but I think we both knew
we were getting near to turning a corner.  Julie was flirting with sexual
adventure; I was aroused just thinking of the possibility.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > On the Monday (Julie's birthday), after I
had left for, Julie removed the gown she was wearing, and relived the
events of the party as she played with herself.  She pulled out her
vibrator, and sat in the living room pleasuring herself as she fantasized
about going beyond a bit of snogging to full-scale adultery.  She was on
the edge of a self-induced climax when ...  DAMN IT ...  the doorbell was
ringing.

   With a curse, she hid the vibrator under a cushion on the couch, and
moved to the front door, slipping on the short gown.  She was still tying
the sash as she opened to door, surprised to find Henri on the doorstep,
holding a bottle of champagne.

   She felt a flutter of nervousness, remembering Saturday.  "What brings
you here?"

   He grinned.  "I have appointments later at your local shopping mall, so
I thought I would drop by to check if my favourite prostitute was open for
business!  And I know it's your birthday today, so why don't we drink to it
seeing Theo has rushed off leaving you on your own."

   She invited him in.  He asked for champagne glasses, and sat down on the
living room couch while opening the bottle.  It popped as she returned with
the glasses.  He poured, and she did not notice then that with different
speeds of pouring he had given her about twice as much as he took.  They
clinked glasses, and in her nervousness she drained hers at a gulp.  He
quietly refilled her glass.

   Julie knew she was playing with fire, given his reputation and how far
they had gone at the party.  She felt his eyes on her, and she looked down
to see that she was revealing a lot of cleavage and almost all her thighs.
Her mind told her she should adjust her gown, but her body savoured the
exhibitionism of it all.

   She drained a second glass, and as he refilled it again he put an arm
round her and pulled her closer for a kiss that quickly involved a lot of
tongue.

   Then he pulled back to say: "Well, well, what have we here?"

   To her total mortification, she saw that he was holding the vibrator she
had hid behind the cushion.  She blushed a deep red.

   "So doesn't my cousin give you enough fulfilment?" he sniggered.  "Never
mind, darling, you won't need this today.

   And with that their kissing resumed, while she felt his hands at her
sash and her gown falling open.  The hand cupped a tit which he gently
massaged, tweaking the nipple.  Her good sense was quickly losing the
battle against her physical arousal, especially as she was already a bit
light-headed from two glasses of champagne on an empty stomach.  She found
herself kissing back more passionately.

   When she broke to catch her breath (and to take another few sips of
champagne) she noticed that Henri had somehow shed his shirt, and she ran
her hands through his bushy chest hair.  He pulled her head down to his
chest.  She kissed his nipples and then licked through his chest air.  By
the time she reached his navel, she realized he had unfastened his belt and
the front clasp of his trousers.  Her mind shouted a silent warning that
she was fast reaching a point of no return, but her arousal drowned out the
warning.  His hand gently pushed her head towards the gap opening at the
top of his trousers, and she offered no real resistance.

   Her hands moved of their own volition towards the zipper, drawing it
down to reveal that he was not wearing underpants.  She pushed his trousers
down to expose his crotch fully.  She guessed that Henri's shaft was not
quite as long as mine, but was much thicker.  His was also uncircumcised
(in contrast to mine).  Although she had seen many other penises,
especially at the nudist beach, this was only the second she had examined
in such detail at close quarters, and she was fascinated, especially at its
thickness and at the way the head appeared from the foreskin.  But Henri's
hand exerted further gentle pressure on her head, pushing it ever closer to
his throbbing prick.  She did not resist, and opened her mouth to welcome
the tip between her lips as she licked the pisshole.  She grasped his balls
and squeezed, and felt him building quickly to climax.  Soon he was jerking
uncontrollably as his cum squirted into her mouth.  Some she swallowed. 
She tried to pull back, but more just shot into her face, into her air,
while last couple of ejaculates landed on her tits.

   He pulled her up to sit next to him, and then guided her hand to massage
his cum into her breasts, and then to feed the strands running down her
chin back into her mouth.  He gave her yet another glass of bubbly, and
after he stripped off his remaining clothes, the kissing resumed.  He was
evidently unperturbed by the fact that her mouth and tongue still contained
traces of his semen.

   Her hand found his prick which was rapidly coming back to life.  It was
not long before he pushed her backwards to lie on her back as he parted her
thighs to give better access.  He bent down to French kiss her cunt, and
she went wild.  She had to be penetrated NOW!

   He slid back to lie on top of her, and she momentarily realized.  This
was it.  She was about to be fucked, to commit adultery for the first time,
and she couldn't wait.  Her legs wrapped round his arse and slammed him
into her waiting pussy.

   From a distance, she heard herself scream in ecstasy.  His thick prick
seemed to completely fill her hole.  She was later to admit that never
before had she had so many nerve ends stimulated at the same time.

   As Henri had come not long before, he was now able to hold out almost
indefinitely it seemed.  She felt his chest hair against her
super-sensitive breasts, and his pubic hair tickled her bald pussy.  A
sheen of perspiration covered both their bodies.  Their mouths locked in
intense kissing and they exchanged copious amounts of saliva.

   At times, Julie visualized my walking in on them rutting and that caused
her even more intense arousal.  She imagined me watching them as I stroked
my organ.  She came untold times as they humped against each other.  His
prick nudged against the opening to her uterus.  His hands gripped her
buttocks and a finger found its way into her anal opening, driving her even
wilder.  She reciprocated by finding his arsehole and fingering it.

   It must have been nearly 30 minutes of continuous slamming into each
other before he eventually came.  She felt him tense up, and pulled him in
even harder as he ejaculated deep into her womb.

   They collapsed with him still lying on top of her, his slowly softening
prick still clenched by her cuntal muscles.  They dozed for ten minutes.

   Then he raised himself and his prick slipped out of her disappointed
hole.  He stood as she lay there, with her legs still widely and obscenely
spread, with cum leaking out of her gaping orifice.

   "Sorry, love, I have to go" he said, offering his hand to pull her to
his feet.  He quickly dressed, but as she reached for her gown, he said:
"No, I prefer you to stay nude as you see me off".

   And so they went to the door, holding hands.  He opened it, and turned
to kiss her.  Our front door opens to the side of the house facing the
drive, and is largely protected from the road, but there is an angle at
which she could be seen, kissing a strange man goodbye in the nude, and
somehow the risk, however small, of being seen aroused her exhibitionist
nature, and she kissed back patiently.

   She realized she could not see his car.

   "I left it at the local shopping mall.  I'll do that when I visit again
so that your neighbours don't get suspicious.  In future, I'll call from
the mall and warn you, so that you can greet me dressed as you are now. 
That's how I want it."

   And with that he turned to leave.  She still stood at the door until he
turned the corner at the end of our drive.

   CHAPTER 2: Becoming a Porn Model

   Back inside, Julie did not immediately shower or dress.  She alternated
between an exhilarating feeling of sluttishness with the smell of semen on
her tits and the trails of cum down her thighs, and a guilty feeling of
betrayed marriage vows.  These feelings continued with her all day.  When I
got home she was barefoot in a short skirt and flimsy top, with no bra or
panties, and threw herself into my arms.  Before long we were screwing on
the living room floor.  I had never known her so hot.  "Wow", I remember
saying, "you can meet me any time like that!".

   Just three days later, Henri visited again.  Julie had just returned
from a lunch conference with the editor of one of the magazines she
contributed to.  Julie was proposing an investigative piece comparing
legalized red-light districts of Amsterdam with the illegal prostitution in
Pretoria ...  more of that project later.  She had been wearing a smart
blue suit and high heels for the meeting, and had not yet changed when the
phone rang.  It was Henri: "Meet me at the door in 5 minutes - you know
how".  He rang off.

   With a little shiver, she ran to the bedroom and stripped, but left her
heels on.  The doorbell was ringing before she got back down again.  As she
opened the door, he pushed it wide open and kissed her in full view of any
observer on the road who might just be at the correct angle.  It seemed an
age before he entered and closed the door.

   "I like your heels - it's a good touch!  Now show me to your bedroom."
This time he was going to fuck her in our marital bed, and somehow the
wickedness of that thought thrilled her.

   He wasted no time once they reached the room.  He stripped rapidly and
gestured to her to lean across the bed, feet on the floor.  With little
further foreplay, he entered her doggy-style from behind.  His thick cock
slid in easily as she was already so wet.  He reached round her to play
with her nipples with one hand and to rub her clit with his other.  Her
arse-cheeks rippled as he slammed repeatedly into her.  She quickly built
up to the first of many climaxes.  After 10 minutes of intense rutting he
groaned as his seed erupted into her womb.

   After they had recovered their breath, he instructed her: "Go get me
something to drink, doll; and when you come back bring that vibrator of
yours - I want to see you using it!"

   Shortly afterwards, he sat on the bed, sipping his drink and stroking
his cock as Julie lay flat on her back working the vibrator into her pussy.
Having Henri watch her heightened the natural pleasure of playing with
herself, and she soon came again.  After she had had two more orgasms,
Henri put down his empty glass and lay next to her in a 69 position.  He
pushed his now nearly erect prick against her lips, which she opened to
admit him in to fuck her face.  At the same time, he took over operation of
the vibrator and began licking her erect clit.  This drove her to ever
higher levels of ecstasy, as his inevitable climax also quickly approached.

   When his eruption came, some of it went down her throat but some sprayed
across her face and neck.  They sat up again and he guided her hands to
pick up the semen strands and to suck it off into her mouth.

   Once again he made her walk with him to the door, still wearing her
heels which had never come off.  He kissed her farewell in the open door,
and instructed her to remain there until he was out of sight.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > This set the scene for their relationship
over the next 3 months or so.  Henri would appear at various times of the
day, two or three times a week, phoning from the car park to make sure the
coast was clear and to warn her to strip (if she was not already nude, as
often she was).  Usually he would spend long enough to cum twice, one of
which times he would spray on her face and/or body.  He soon looked for
increasingly riskier episodes (where they might get caught).

   About the same time as the affair started, it had started to get quite
warm in Pretoria as often happens in early spring, and Julie had taken to
regular nude sunbathing in the back garden where we also had a small pool.
The garden is quite protected on all sides, but she was well aware that it
would in principle be possible for someone to peep through cracks in the
fencing, and this possibility heightened the excitement she felt.

   As she tanned quite easily, she had developed an even overall
olive-colouring within a couple of weeks.  I particularly loved the fact
that her bald pussy was now quite brown.  By this time, Henri commented on
her tan as well, and wanted to know where she sun-bathed.  When she showed
him the back garden, he insisted that their next fuck-session should be out
there in the open.  As they screwed, not entirely silently, he would
whisper that he thought he saw eyes peeping at them, which drove her
wilder.

   He also told her he wanted to fuck her in front of me!  In about the
fourth week, he shocked her by arriving shortly before 5pm.  "We haven't
got time", she told him.  "Theo sometimes gets home well before 6!"

   "Well we'll have to take the chance!  And we can't waste time discussing
it."

   He lay on his back on our bed, prick standing erect, and ordered her to
suck him for a while before riding him cowboy style.  The penetration was
so deep that she was soon riding from one climax to the next, no longer
caring about my imminent home-coming.  Henri had hardly come when she heard
me come in at the front door.

   She bundled him and his clothes into the spare bathroom, slipped a
sundress over her head and headed downstairs to meet me.  I well remember
that she looked flushed and particularly sensual with her hair in disarray
as she greeted me with a warm hug and open-mouthed kiss.  I was instantly
aroused, and was ready to drag her to bed, when to my surprise I heard the
toilet flush.

   She explained: "Henri dropped round and needed to use the bathroom.  He
had some small car problem at the shopping mall and needed to clean up."

   At that point Henri appeared on the step.  My already aroused cock
jerked further when I realized that he and Julie had been alone upstairs.
For how long?  My mind raced back to seeing them snogging at the party ...
Had there been a repeat performance?  Had he gone any further?  My cock was
uncomfortably hard in my pants.

   Julie told me to organize some drinks, and without explanation ran up
the steps again.  Months later, I was to learn that she had quickly tidied
the bed and slipped in a pair of panties.

   When she returned, we sat chatting for a while, and I could not help but
notice Henri's eyes taking in Julie's legs under the short skirt and the
cleavage exposed by her skimpy top.  My erection just would not go down.  I
think Julie noticed as she glanced in my direction a few times with a
naughty twinkle in her eye.

   Henri stayed in the end for a light supper and a couple more drinks.  He
and Julie flirted continuously and often touched each other.  I was sure I
saw him slipping a hand under the top of her dress.  I could not be 100%
sure, but the thought further stimulated my erection.

   By the time Henri at last departed, I had nearly come in my pants.  I
followed my wife to the bedroom and threw her on the bed, kissing her
fiercely.

   "Oooo.  What's got into you?"

   "How long was Henri here before I came?" I asked.

   "Why?  What did you think we were doing?  Are you jealous?"

   "Not jealous, just envious!  My cousin always seemed to seduce the girls
when we were young, the bastard."

   "How do you know he seduced them?" asked Julie.

   I blushed as I admitted having spied on him a couple of times.

   "And did you get a hard-on as you have now watching him?  Are you a
voyeur?  What would you done if you had barged in on us doing the dirty
deed, with my legs wrapped round him?"

   That did it.  Dry humping against her, I came in my pants.  Julie
realized what had happened, and made me strip off to show her.  To my
mortification, she giggled.  But she stroked my cock which soon hardened
again.  "My, my", she said, "you are steamed up tonight!"

   "But", she went on.  "You haven't answered me, what would you do if you
caught me fucking another man?  Just stand there and wank off?  Or would
you fight for your honour?"

   "In many societies, a woman caught in adultery has to be marked in some
way.  Front teeth knocked out.  Branded. ..."

   "Wow.  I didn't know you had such a violent streak.  Is that really what
you'd want to do?" She sounded slightly worried.

   "Well, maybe not that extreme, but perhaps some tattoos or
piercings...." Now I was indulging in a fantasy which she knew I had,
although had never before taken seriously.

   "What sort of tattoos or piercings?" she asked with a little shudder.  I
was gradually to realize over the next few weeks that she was turned on by
the idea.

   In fact, over the next two months she would regularly encourage some
fantasizing of my catching her in flagrante, and forcing her to undergo a
tattoo or piercing.  We even created a spreadsheet with a list of options,
and I wrote a macro to make a random selection from the list.  We would use
a marker pen or office clips to simulate the choice as we made love, which
heightened our enjoyment.  The items on our list included: - Tattoo of
man's hand fondling a tit with fingers grasping a nipple - Tattoo of a
little devil upside down at the lower edge of her bum cheek, stretching on
to her upper thigh, peeking up at her crotch - Tattoo of snake on her
belly, with its mouth at her navel (see piercing) - Belly button piercing,
showing a red stone shaped like an apple (for the tempting snake to offer)
- Tattoo of a butterfly on her pubis, with its wings on each side of her
slit, and head and feelers at the top of her slit - Rings in each nipple
joined by a chain - Ring through her clit hood with a small pendant.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The next time Henri visited,
they giggled over the near miss, and she told him of my reaction.  Henri
laughed: "Theo always wanted to know about my conquests.  He got a kick out
of hearing about them.  Sometime soon, I want to fuck you while he is under
the same roof.  And I know exactly when ...  At Hilda's birthday party".
Hilda was a younger cousin of Henri and myself, and was having a 40th
birthday party on the first Saturday in October, just over a week later. 

She wanted us to dress up to a theme of `celebrating youth'.

   "Make sure you choose something easy to get into", Henri told Julie. 
"We'll slip away somewhere".

   "You're crazy", said Julie, but she felt a shiver of excitement up her
spine.

   Julie created a cheerleader outfit, consisting of a short blue tennis
dress, her gymnasium support bra on which she had sewed a sort of badge
surrounded by letters PH to represent a high-school emblem, and
old-fashioned white tennis shoes to which she attached pom-poms.  Of course
this left a wide expanse of bare tanned midriff showing.  She made me wear
a rugby jersey, shorts and socks (but I was allowed to wear running shoes,
not boots).

   She created a sensation when we arrived and a number of the male guests
clustered round her.  There were, however, a couple of other sexily dressed
women that attracted my attention.  This included cousin Hilda whom I had
always fancied since she was a 13-year old.  She wore a Hawaiian outfit, a
brief bikini top with flowers sewn on, a genuine looking grass skirt (I
could not make out what she had underneath) and went barefoot.  She gave me
a warm hug on our arrival which distracted me from Julie and caused an
immediate erection which I'm sure Hilda felt.

   Less than a half-hour after our arrival, Henri pulled Julie to one side
and whispered in her ear: "I'm heading upstairs.  Follow me in 3 or 4
minutes with the pretence of going to the bathroom".

   When she reached the upper landing, Henri was in the bathroom with the
door cracked open.  He gestured to her to slip in.  He locked the door and
they kissed open-mouthed and breathlessly in the excitement of what they
both knew they were going to do - fuck in a houseful of family and friends.

   "Let's see how prepared you are", he said sliding his hands under her
skirt.  "No, you're wearing panties.  That won't do." With that, he pulled
out a pocket knife, unclasped it, and quickly cut through the waistband of
her panties which fell uselessly to the floor.  He picked them up and
stuffed the garment into his pocket.  A shudder ran through Julie as she
realized that for the rest of the night she would be partying naked under
her ultra short skirt.

   Henri dropped his pants and sat on the toilet seat, pulling her towards
him to sit astride him, facing him.  Their mouths opened as they explored
each other's tonsils with their tongues, swopping loads of saliva.  His
prick had no problem in penetrating all the way into her gaping orifice. 
It did not take long before both reached enormous climaxes, groaning into
each other's mouths.  Gallons of spunk filled her entire cuntal passage.

   He did not allow her to clean up properly afterwards, permitting her no
more than a brief wipe before pushing her out of the door into the passage
way.  For the next hour, until she was able to get back to the toilet, she
could feel the slime running down her thighs which the surreptitiously
wiped with her hand.

   She had a quick strong drink to settle herself, although that made her a
little light-headed.  It was not long before Hilda's husband Anton had her
in a corner of the dance floor.  His hands went under her skirt and he
discovered her naked bottom cheeks.  He dry-humped against her and she
could feel his hard cock against her as she humped back.  She was by now on
such a high that she would probably have fucked any man who took his
chances.

   Quite a few guys certainly felt her up, and she had a few quiet snogs in
dark corners or out in the dark garden.  With each one she felt
increasingly horny and signalled her availability.  To her frustration,
none went all the way, but two hands felt her bare pussy and a couple more
went inside her bra.  It was there, that night, that she started realizing
for the first time that she was a borderline-nympho.  She was desperate for
sex.

   Around midnight, she grabbed Henri and hissed at him: "Take me
somewhere, NOW".  He took her into the garden in an area protected by a
tree and shed, and gestured for her to kneel with her bum in the air.  He
moved behind her dropped his pants and entered her doggy style.  Although
they could not be seen from the house, there was the ever present danger of
someone strolling around and catching them.  It was precisely this danger
that drove Julie to even higher levels of arousal, and she was not too
quiet as she thrust back at him: "Aaaaaah, Yeeeeeeeees, Oh God I needed
this.  Deeper, Harder, Fuuuuuuuuuuck me".

   "What if someone catches us?"

   "I don't care, just fuck me, give them a show!"

   "What if it's your husband?"

   "He can wank himself as he watches, and have sloppy seconds if wants. 
Just keep fuuuuuuuuuucking."

   Henri kept going long enough to bring her off three times.  He was later
to admit to her that less than an hour earlier her had fucked Hilda in her
bedroom while her husband was entertaining guests.  (The bastard!  He
always got the girls ahead of me!) And for this reason, he was able to hold
off much longer.  But eventually he felt the sap rising, and pumped her
full of another load of cum.

   I was just looking for Julie, to suggest we needed to go, when I saw the
two of them coming in from the garden.  She looked flushed, and again
thoughts of what they might have done heighted my arousal.  I was pretty
horny anyway after close dances with Hilda, and with a red-haired and
bosomy friend of hers (Ailsa) who was wearing a school-girl outfit with a
very tight shirt which bulged open.  This was why I wanted to get home.  I
was so horny, I needed to get Julie home to relieve myself.

   Ten minutes later, we were on our way.  As we pulled out, I put my hand
on her exposed thigh, and began working upwards.

   "You may be in for a shock!", she warned me.

   "In what way?" But then my hands discovered her bare and very juicy
pussy lips.  "My God, you're not wearing panties.  How many guys discovered
this?"

   She giggled in a slightly tipsy way.  "At least 3 or 4, but who knows
how many caught a brief flash." Her hand found my crotch and rock hard
erection.  "Oooooo - it doesn't seem that you are too upset over your
wife's exposure."

   "Did you end up snogging anyone?  Or even worse?" I knew I sounded
breathless, but I was now on a high.  "Do I need to get out our list of
adultery markings?"

   "I think you're too turned on for your own good", she laughed.  "But if
you don't catch me it didn't happen!".  She told me much later that she
felt guilty to some extent, but also intrigued by my evident arousal.

   As soon as we were home, I tried to grab her.  She laughed and ran
upstairs.  When I reached the bedroom, she was lying on the bed, with her
legs splayed widely and obscenely.  I kicked off my shoes and dropped my
pants, wanting to mount her instantly.  But she would have none of that. 
She pushed my head between her thighs and rubbed her crotch against my
mouth.  I licked and sucked and nibbled at her aromatic and juicy pussy. 
It certainly seemed juicier than usual, but of course I did not yet know
why.

   She came a couple more times before relenting and allowing me to crawl
up her body for the blessed relief of at last burying my aching rod in her
hole.  It slid in so easily that I hardly noticed I was at full depth until
our pubic bones ground together.  Not surprisingly, I came almost
immediately.  But then Julie went down on me a sucked me back to hardness
to allow a second and slower round after which we collapsed into a deep
sleep.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Julie was later to admit
that Hilda's party was a watershed event in her slide into nymphomania. 
From that time on, she was never again to wear panties.  She found the
feeling of cool air on her bare pussy to be highly erotic, while the
ever-present danger of exposure was continuously arousing.  She walked
round now in a constant state of horniness.  She fantasized about screwing
others at the party, and mentally kicked herself for not exploiting the
opportunities presented by those with whom she had made out in dark
corners. If only she had been just a little more forward!  She would not
let such opportunities slip in future ...  she wanted to experience more
cocks!

   The next opportunity presented itself sooner than she expected - the
next week in fact!  On the Monday she lunched with her editor to discuss
her article comparing the Amsterdam redlight district and Pretoria
streetwalkers.  They were joined by the photographer, Brett, who had
accompanied Julie on some of her expeditions to interview the prostitutes.
He brought some suggested layouts and montages from the pictures he had
taken, many showing the girls flashing tits and pussies.

   They discussed how explicit they could go for their magazine, and how
and where Brett might blur some images to be titillating but not entirely
pornographic.

   Once general agreement had been reached, the editor told Brett and Julie
that she would leave them to select specific combinations to match each of
the three articles which were now being planned.  With that she stood up,
saying she had to rush to another meeting, but that they could stay to
enjoy dessert and coffee.

   Julie leaned back and smiled at Brett.  He was a tall coloured guy,
quite dark skinned with a shaved head, still quite young, in his later 20s.
Teasingly she said: "I hope all this exposed female flesh is not disturbing
your hormones too badly!"

   He gazed at Julie with a smile and then said: "Oh, it was not these
girls you did much to me ...  that's all too squalid.  I was much more
turned on by the reporter."

   As Julie absorbed what he was saying, he aimed his camera at her and
took a shot.  "Lean forward a little with your hand on your chin ... 
That's better, I can see some cleavage", and he took a couple more shots.

   Julie was becoming quite aroused and aware that her nipple points were
quite obvious through her flimsy top.

   "Oh please", she said.  "A young guy like you won't be turned on by a
middle-aged woman like me!"

   "On the contrary, the slightly more mature woman ...  and you're
certainly not `middle-aged' ...  is at her sexual peak.  Any red-blooded
male will confirm that!  I would love to do a portfolio of erotic photos of
you ...  they'd be brilliant!"

   "What do you mean by `erotic'?  You want to catch my naughty bits?"

   "I want you nude!"

   Julie felt a tremor through her bare pussy, and her nipples hardened
further.  "What on earth would you do with pictures like that?  Paste them
on your wall?"

   "Well, I might do that.  But more importantly I have a subscription web
site on which I post galleries for dirty old men to download and to perve
over."

   "I can't believe that anyone would be interested in an old woman with
sagging boobs".

   "My god ...  I can see enough of your boobs to know they're far from
sagging!  But ...", he paused and wrote something down.  "Here's my website
address, username and password.  Look for yourself at the galleries.  A few
of the models are your age or older; one is already 50 and her pictures are
downloaded at a high rate."

   They agreed to meet again at Brett's studio on the Wednesday, to look
over the final layouts, and Julie promised to look at his website before
then.

   In fact, she logged on as soon as she was home, and was immediately
fascinated.  It was still soft-porn in the sense of that the girls were
solo.  But the pics were explicit ...  legs wide spread showing lots of
pink, girls playing with themselves and even using dildos or vibrators. 
Julie was especially fascinated by spreads that included the girls exposing
themselves in public, even fully nude in some cases, as precursor to the
more intimate pictures.

   Then she found the 50-year old model.  She was clearly from the coloured
community, although with relatively light brown complexion.  Her spreads
all included outdoor and public scenes, and were the most explicit.  She
clearly enjoyed exposing and playing with herself for the camera.

   Julie knew then that she would agree to model for Brett.  She was highly
aroused at the thought of having such explicit photos of herself available
for many to use as masturbatory images.  She thrilled at the thought of
being photographed nude or at least flashing in public places.  She
imagined me coming across the site and finding her images.  She was quite
sure that she would end up fucking Brett, and couldn't wait.

   And so, two days later she was knocking at the front door of the old
house which he used as a studio.  Even though it was still morning, she
accepted his offer of a glass of wine.  It did not take long to reach
agreement on the photos for the articles.  Then he turned to her: "I know
you have logged on to my site a few times.  Are you ready to model for me?"

   She hesitated briefly, and shyly said: "I may be persuaded."

   He sat next to her on the couch, refilled her glass, and leaned over to
kiss her.  She opened her mouth to accept his probing tongue, and he knew
her answer.  After a few minutes of tongue wrestling, he stood up and
reached for his camera.

   "I think we'll start with you at the front door."

   He had her standing just outside his open door as if it had just been
opened at her knock.  He had her lift her top to expose her tits, and then
to take her top right off while still standing on the doorstep.  Once
inside, he had her sit on the couch, quite sedately with knees together in
spite of being topless.  Then for subsequent shots, she slowly opened her
legs.  He soon noticed that she was not wearing panties, and said "Wow ...
that makes a good shot".

   Soon she was entirely naked and lying on the couch.  Brett was by now
adjusting her position and limbs between each shot, his hands roaming
freely over legs and tits.  Julie felt herself becoming increasingly
aroused, which was heighted further when he rubbed ice cubes on her nipples
to get them stiff and erect.

   At about this time, sensing her intense arousal, Brett suddenly paused
and told her: "Hell, I forgot.  You need to sign a model release form".

   Julie only wanted greater stimulation by now.  She knew she was going to
fuck him.  She couldn't care about legalities.  "God, don't stop now.  Just
give me the damned form and I'll sign."

   Not really coincidentally, there was a blank form lying on the side
table.  "You can just sign at the bottom and I'll fill in the details
later".  She did, not knowing that she had given him full rights to publish
explicit sexual pictures of her in any medium he chose.

   She was by now very aware of the impressive bulge in his chinos.  The
next time his hands strayed on to her breasts, she reciprocated by grabbing
his bulge.  He kissed her again, and she quickly undid his belt.  Soon his
chinos and underpants were around his ankles.

   As his penis came into view, Julie gasped!  It was really black,
substantially longer than mine and nearly as fat as Henri's.  It was her
turn to mutter a "Wow!"

   With their lips still locked together, Brett lowered himself to lie on
top of her.  She willingly spread her legs to give him easy access, and it
was not long before they were fully coupled, with pubic bones crunched
against each other.

   Julie was in ecstasy, and was soon crying out: "Oh god, I am so filled.
Don't stop.  Fuck me, cum in me!".

   They were both so aroused that he did last awfully long, but she still
managed a couple of orgasms.

   When he moved off her, she still lay in a dozy post-coital state, and
was for a while only dimly aware that he had resumed taking photos of her.
She was later to see how widely her hole was gaping, and that it was
visibly leaking cum.  He encouraged her to use her fingers to play in the
juicy mess and to suck her fingers.

   By the time he put the camera down, they were both so horny that their
earlier fucking was almost forgotten.  He sat down and had her sit astride
him as their open-mouths locked together again, while his prick slipped
effortlessly to the hilt in her pussy.  She bounced energetically on him to
heighten her own pleasure.  Distantly, in the back of her mind, she was
aware that a second adulterous affair, now with someone she hardly knew,
might well open a floodgate of infidelity.  But she couldn't care, living
only for the sensuous pleasures of that huge cock massaging her pussy,
finding her g-spot, and pushing into her cervix.  Her movements increased
in intensity as she slammed her pubic bone down on to his.  Her moans of
pleasure increased in volume as the both approached the inevitable climax
together.

   She lay drowsily with her head on his shoulder as a gently stroked her
naked breasts.  As they caught their breath he told her that the pictures
would be posted on the net within two days, and a little thrill ran through
her body as she imagined hordes of men wanking off to images of her body.
What if men she knew discovered her photos?  The thrill intensified.

   In the sense of post-coital bliss, she asked Brett about the eldest of
his models.

   "That's my aunt Hilda."

   "WHAT??!!  Your aunt poses for you in the nude".

   He sniggered a little.  "She does more than that!  She taught me what I
know about sex starting from when I was about 14.  She encouraged my
photographic interests, and offered to be my first nude model."

   "You have sex with your aunt?" gasped Julie.

   "Sure.  Don't you have any favourite nephews?" Brett laughed.  And
another thrill ran through Julie's body.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Weekly photo shoots with
Brett quickly became part of Julie's routine, and of course each session
ended with some pretty intense fucking.

   At the third session he told her that he wanted some more
exhibitionistic `nude in public' scenes.  A shudder ran through her body,
but she didn't object.  He gave her a men's shirt to wear, but with all the
buttons missing.  She had to tie the shirt below her boobs, but it still
gaped tantalizingly.  She was wearing a short flared skirt, with, of
course, no undies.  They drove to a shopping mall in an adjacent town.  As
they strolled round with Brett snapping photos continuously, he had her
untie and retie the shirt on a number of occasions, each time fully baring
at least one tit to full view of passers by.  She sat on a bench and spread
her legs so that her naked pussy was on full view, and many noticed!  Women
stared at her in disgust, but she could see prominent bulges in many male
crotches.  She was so turned on by the exhibitionism that she was ready to
fuck Brett there and then.

   Eventually they returned to his car, where he made her undress
completely, leaving all her clothes in the boot, before allowing her to get
into the vehicle.  As they drove back to his studio, she masturbated at an
ever-increasing rate, bringing herself to numerous orgasms, but always
striving for one more.

   Back at the studio, she ran naked from the car to his front door while
he took his time collecting her clothes from the car.  She could well have
been seen clearly by neighbours!

   As soon as they were in the front door, she ripped Brett's trousers and
underpants right off, and took his thick and rigid cock deep into her mouth
as she fondled his balls.  He pulled her head tight against his groin, as
his organ slipped effortlessly into her throat.  Before long, he was
pumping his seed straight down her gullet.

   With her ministrations, he did not go soft at all.  When she felt he was
nearing another climax, she pulled him to sit on an easy chair, and she
plonked herself astride him, sliding his prick deep into her pussy, and
sucking his tongue equally deeply into his mouth.  The room was filled with
their moans and incoherent babbling.  This continued for 15-20 minutes
before he was ready to spurt again, which he did with a deep satisfied
groan.

   CHAPTER 3: The Complete Slut

   During the next three weeks they went out flashing in a number of
different places, each time more daring than the one before.  On the fourth
occasion, he took her into the men's toilets at another shopping mall,
where she lifted her skirt and peed into a urinal in front of half a dozen
men as Brett photographed her.  After this event, she was especially horny
and started sucking his cock in the car as the travelled back.  It was then
that he first told her of an alternative web site which he ran, rather more
"explicit" he told her.  He gave her the link, username and password.  "I
think you'd be a natural model for that site, and you would even share in
the profits!"

   Back home, she checked the site and was not surprised to find that it
was fully hard core (with still photos and videos), and many of the scenes
involved two or three men with one women.  A shudder went down Julie's
spine especially as she viewed the multipartner scenes.  Could she fuck in
front of an audience and cameras?  Could she manage multiple partners?

   She was also not surprised to see Brett's Aunt Hilda in a number of the
scenes, showing clear enjoyment in fucking much younger men.

   "So what about it?", Brett asked her the next time.

   "I'm still not sure I can do it.  Please don't pressure me".

   "I won't" he promised.  "But I won't stop asking, as I am sure there is
a natural slut and porn star hiding in there, struggling to get out!"

   And ask he did over the next few times, and Julie found herself
wavering.

   But before anything happened, the year-end was approaching, and that was
to bring a period of increasing frustration for Julie.

   In late November, Tristan and Louise returned home for the summer
vacation in South Africa.  That restricted Julie's movements to a large
extent.  But what was worse, a couple of weeks later both Henri and Brett
went away for extended periods.  Henri went on a skiing holiday in Europe,
while Brett took an assignment with a top beach holiday hotel in Durban, to
be in-house photographer for the hotel.

   As it happened, even I was of little use.  We had a large project to
deliver early in January, and I was working hard and under considerable
stress.  She had to rely on her toys on rare occasions when she was alone
at home.  She got a bit of a kick out of letting Tristan and Louise `catch'
her sunbathing in the nude.

   "That's cool, mom" they cried.  "Can we do the same".

   Julie was intrigued to notice that Louise had evenly tanned tits so was
used to at least going topless.  She was also fascinated by the size of
Tristan's equipment, and felt a most unmotherly tingle in her groin.

   But then, soon after new year our world changed forever!

   Tristan and Louise announced that they were going on a 10 day camping
holiday with friends, leaving the 2nd Wednesday of January.  That was the
day that Brett was due to get back, while Henri returned the following day.
The Friday was scheduled for the final handover of our new software to the
client, and the boss had suggested that I take an extended four day weekend
to go away and unwind.  We had already booked a self-catering beach cottage
on the Natal north coast.

   On that Wednesday, the kids were picked up by friends in a VW microbus.
Julie was interested to observe that there would only be two girls and six
boys on this camping trip, and that both girls were quite skimpily dressed.
A thought crossed her mind ...  How sexually active was Louise?  Was she
possibly as highly sexed as her mother had found herself to be?

   A little later she spoke to Brett on the phone and agreed to meet at his
studio the next day.  "I'm really horny and frustrated", she confessed.  "I
need your cock, and I'll do anything to get it".  She fully realized how
this hint would be interpreted, and a further shiver went down her spine as
she accepted the inevitable ...  she was going to be making porn movies.

   Just before leaving the next morning, Henri phoned to say he was back,
and they agreed to meet the following (Friday) morning.

   At 11 am on Thursday, Brett met her at the door.  They had company in
the form of `Aunt' Hilda and a dark-skinned young guy whom Julie recognized
as one of the porn actors.  Brett did the introductions.  He told Julie
that Hilda helped with camera work, and identified the young actor as his
cousin Sean.

   There was no question as to what they were going to do.  Hilda was going
to take the video camera while Brett directed and took the still photos. 
They started by going out to a shopping mall, where Julie sat at a coffee
bar in a revealing outfit, and got picked up by Sean.  She leaned across
the table and flashed a tit at him, as well as to various interested
spectators!

   Back at the studio, she was directed to attack Sean's trousers, to
expose his throbbing cock as quickly as possible and to feed it into her
mouth.  Julie was amazed at herself.  She had wondered how she would cope
with sexual action in from of the camera, but she quickly found that the
camera and audience turned her on unbelievably.  She did not have to be
directed; she gobbled at his erect prick as if they were long-term lovers
rather than two near-strangers.

   Before long she was naked on the couch with Sean's head between her
legs, sucking and licking across her sex.  She could not take too much
delay, and dragged Sean up to lie across her, and yet another strange cock
was soon finding the juicy pleasures of her hole.

   They fucked with increasing passion, hardly aware of the sound of the
cameras.  She sucked his tongue into her mouth as deeply as his prick was
buried in her pussy.  There was a time when she wondered how old he was ...
not much older than Tristan, she thought ...  and that somehow drove her to
greater levels of ecstasy.

   They changed positions frequently.  He took her from front and rear, and
she spent times sitting astride him, sometimes facing him and sharing
passionate kisses, and sometimes with her back to him and looking straight
at the cameras with a smile.

   She reached a number of climaxes, and her screams and moans of delight
were captured on the video.  Then, as he was taking her doggie style, Sean
grunted out "I can't hold on much longer; can I pump this load into her?".

   "Yes, go for it, then we'll have a break" agreed Brett.

   Soon afterwards, she could feel Sean stiffening up, and felt his climax
start as his cream filled her womb.

   They collapsed in a heap.  But then Julie saw Brett approaching them,
unbuckling his belt.  In spite of the multiple climaxes she had experiences
in front of the camera, she was hopeful that she would have chance to enjoy
Brett's cock again, and she smiled invitingly at him, spreading her thighs.
Even if the coupling would be in full view of Hilda and Sean, Julie was
eager to get him into her pussy again.

   Very soon, a naked Brett was lying on top of her, and she felt the
familiar sensation of his penetration.  She reached between his legs and
massaged his balls and fingered his arsehole as he plunged into her.  Both
of them rapidly built up to high levels of arousal.

   "God, how I've missed this magnificent prick ...  Ahhhh Owwwwwwwwwww"
she gasped.

   "And although I've had plenty of pussy during the summer, yours and your
passion are the best!"

   And with these mutual words of appreciation they slammed ever harder
against each other until he came gallons into her uterus.

   "There, that should really give Sean sloppy seconds for the rest of the
show!"

   She looked round to see how Sean would take this, and was amazed to see
Hilda enthusiastically sucking him.

   Brett chuckled: "Hilda can put life back into a corpse.  Sean will be
ready to service you again in no time at all!"

   A thought crossed Julie's mind: "If he's your cousin, is Hilda also his
aunt?"

   "No.  She's he's mom."

   "WHAT?!" gasped Julie.  But a thrill ran through her body as she
imagined sucking or even fucking Tristan.

   "Hilda didn't only teach me!  She was masturbating Sean since his
youngest days, and he first put his dick in her when he was barely 10.  I
know!  I saw and photographed it ...  I was 16 at the time."

   Shortly afterwards, they took up their positions again, and the
photography resumed.  After another half hour, Sean announced he was near
to coming.  He pulled out, and at Brett's direction, Julie knelt in front
of him.  She sucked on the head of cock as he jacked off with his hand. 
Then with a groan, he let fly, and semen covered her face and mouth, and
dripped down on to her tits.  The scene ended with her wiping up the mess
with her hands and sucking it off her fingers.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

   That night Julie felt on a high, and yet slightly guilty.  She tried to
compensate by coming on to me, but I was so tense at the demonstration and
handover of our software the next morning, I couldn't even manage a
hard-on.

   I was out the next morning a 6.30am.  My two assistants were supposed to
have everything set up by 7 when I got in.  To my extreme anger, neither
were there!  I hastily started switching on equipment when my boss came in
with a grin.

   "Relax, Theo!  I've sent your lads home.  The client called last night
with some enhanced specs.  I said it would take us an extra month and
increase our fee by 20%.  Here are the notes confirmed by fax this
morning."

   I couldn't believe it.  "But we could make these changes in 3 days at
virtually no cost."

   My boss laughed: "Yes, beautiful isn't it!  Look just take an hour to
leave instructions for your assistants.  Then take off for your long
weekend.  Enjoy a dirty weekend with the lovely Julie!"

   I was done by 8.30.  I called the renting agency for the cottage ...  we
could get in that night.  I called the airline and hire car company and
changed the bookings.  Then I headed home.

   At just after 9 I pulled into the shopping mall near us and bought a
bottle of bubbly.  Getting into the car, I dropped my keys on the floor. 
As I bent down, I could see through to the next row of cars and spotted my
cousin Henri.  I stood up meaning to greet him, but he was animatedly
talking on his cell phone.  Then he snapped it shut, and instantly turned
to walk out of the car park away from the shops.  `What's he up to', I
wondered.  I closed my car door, locking the keys and bubbly inside.  But I
had spare keys at home just a couple of blocks away.  So I followed him.

   When he turned into our street, I suddenly wondered.  Could it be he was
visiting Julie?  Why?  I remembered some of their party snogging, and
instantly got an erection.

   Sure enough, he turned into our driveway.  There was a bus shelter just
to one side, and I slipped in there where I would not be seen, but could
peek through cracks up our drive.  He rang our doorbell, and then my jaw
fell.  A completely naked Julie stood openly in the door.  Henri hugged and
kissed her warmly before they went in and closed the door.

   What was I seeing?  My erection was now painful.  Our fantasies were
happening.  Julie was fucking another man.  Should I barge in and confront
them?  Should I try to peek in through a window?

   But I just sat in the bus shelter for more than 90 minutes, before at
last I saw movement at the door again.  There was a stark naked Julie in
the open door, letting my cousin paw her as they kissed.  Even after he
broke away, she remained in the open door until he was nearly down the
drive.  I shrank back on to the seat in the bus shelter, but he never even
looked in my direction as he hastened past.  As soon as he was gone, I
slipped round the other side of the shelter and up to our front door where
I insistently rang the door bell.

   "I'm coming!", Julie's voice penetrated, and then as the door started
opening: "What have you forg...  Oh God, THEO", ending in a shriek.

   "So who were you expecting?  Do you usually greet guests in the nude?"

   "I ...  I ...  I was just going to shower ..."

   "You need it!  Look at the mess on your tits and running down your
legs."

   "I ...  I ...  The ...  the food processor came loose and sprayed all
over me" stammered my wife.

   In the meantime, I had pushed inside and closed the door.  "Don't give
me that.  I can smell the semen on you, you adulterous whore."

   I was stubbing my finger on her chest as the retreated backwards into
the living room.  She looked at me with some fear.  In spite of our
fantasies, was I going to be a revengeful betrayed husband?

   But then she fell backwards on to the couch.  I dropped my pants to
reveal my straining member.  "I'm going to fuck you in your faithless pussy
running with Henri's cum, you slut ..." and she suddenly realized how
aroused rather than angry I was.

   "Yes, yes, do it.  I deserve it.  Fuck me as hard as you want.  Don't
worry about me.  Don't make love.  Just FUCCCKKKKKKKK."

   And that I did!

   As we lay recovering our breath after the frantic coupling, I said: "So
now we can draw your first forfeit you slut!"

   "No, why?  You haven't caught me doing anything.  It's only
circumstantial evidence" she responded with a giggle.

   "So that's how you want to play it?  Well, I'll play your game for now
but only on condition you tell me, with every titillating detail, what you
have done and with whom."

   "Are you sure you want to know" she smiled coyly.

   "Absolutely" ...  I was already getting hard again at the thought.

   But we did not have time then.  We had to get packed.  I had to fetch my
car.  And we had to get to the airport.  But over the next few hours,
driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying to Durban and
driving to the hotel, she filled me in on the events I have recounted
except for the latest porn movie the previous day.  I had a continual
hard-on throughout this time

   Once at the hotel, I started my computer and we viewed some of her nude
and exhibitionistic galleries.  Before long I could take it no longer.  I
just threw her on to the bed, pulled up her skirt and fucked her with no
preliminaries.  We didn't need foreplay; I was rigid and she was soaking
wet.

   A little later we headed out for dinner at a restaurant.  Julie wore one
of her shorter skirts and a see-through black blouse.  As we left our
cottage, we met two young couples emerging from the adjacent cottage which
shared the parking area.  The young men were in their early 20s, clearly
well-built athletes, while the girls were clearly teenagers in spite of
their heavy make-up and sexy outfits.  The boys were clearly fascinated by
Julie who flirted with them.  They even suggested we join them in hitting
local nightclubs, although their girlfriends did not seem that
enthusiastic! In fact they seemed quite jealous.  And so we went our
separate ways.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > But we were to get to know the boys
better the next day!

   We had slept late, and had a passionate fuck again with Julie riding me
cowgirl style while she related some more of her experiences.  So it was
quite late morning before we headed to the beach.  Julie had a beach wrap
covering her VERY brief bikini.  Once we found a spot, she removed the wrap
AND her top, in spite of a notice clearly banning topless sunbathing.

   During the next half-hour I was conscious of many passers-by staring at
Julie, and often she smiled back.  Many men couldn't pull their eyes away,
but a few, mainly women, muttered disapprovingly.  Then two beach
constables, a man and woman both clearly of Indian origin, approached us
hesitantly, and the woman said: "Sorry, ma'am, but I must ask you to put on
a top.  We've had complaints and this is not a nude or topless beach."

   Julie smiled at the man, and innocently said: "Oh, sorry, I did not
realize".  Then very slowly reached for her top and started fitting it on.

   As the constables moved away, I heard a voice behind me: "What a pity,
we were just hoping to enjoy the view!".

   I turned to see the two young guys from the cottage next to ours,
sporting broad grins.

   Julie smiled back: "I'm surprised to see you here without your sexy
girlfriends".

   The boys laughed: "They had more-or-less picked us up just an hour or
two earlier.  They wanted us to take them clubbing, but at the first club
they were recognized and turned out to be only 15.  We decided not to risk
getting into trouble with minors ...  and had a lonely night in the end in
spite of earlier expectations".

   Julie laughed, and invited them to join us.  Their names were Tjaart,
who was 21, and Petrus, 20.  We discovered that the cottage they were using
was time-share owned by Tjaart's dad.  They had been there a week, but had
to leave the next morning as they were joining a pre-season university
rugby football camp in Bloemfontein.

   A little later we lunched together at a beachside restaurant, at which
time Petrus told us of an isolated beach about 30 minutes drive away, where
we could go nude.  Julie was immediately in favour, and so we spent the
afternoon naked with our two young friends.  Julie flirted with them
non-stop.  There was plenty of horseplay in the surf.  I could not help
noticing that the boys were partially or fully erect most of the time.  To
tell the truth, so was I.

   As it got towards evening, we agreed to share a barbecue (or `braai' as
we call it) together.  As the lads and I got the fire, meat and drinks
together, Julie slipped indoors to prepare salads.  When she returned, she
nudged me and showed that she was nude under the brief beach wrap she wore.
The guys had many more glimpses of her charms through the evening.

   A little later, she whispered to me: "If you really want to catch me `in
flagrante' then play along when I talk of your golf date in the morning".

   "What golf?"

   "Just play along" she added mysteriously.

   As we were relaxing with glasses of red wine later, Julie asked the
boys: "So what time do you have to be out in the morning".

   "About 9 o' clock.  We'll try not to disturb you".

   "You won't disturb us.  Theo has a business golf date quite early.  What
did you say, love?  You have to be gone by 7am?"

   "Yes" I responded as directed.

   "...  And you said your colleague was bringing clubs?  We didn't pack
any in."

   "Right", I said

   "So maybe we'll be waking you up.  Perhaps you can breakfast with this
golf widow!"

   "Sure ...  that's a good idea".  And I saw the boys swapping meaningful
glances.  They knew then that they'd be getting lucky in the morning.

   Early the next morning, Julie gave me instructions: "Drive round the
corner and walk back.  It won't take the boys long to get active, and I'll
invite them in for juice or something.  We'll leave this window open. 
You'll be able to creep round the side out of sight of anyone passing, peep
in through the curtains and hear everything.  Just don't be too quick in
barging in!"

   And so there it was.  Another line had been crossed.  We were planning
Julie's infidelity and for me to spy on her.  I had an instant and painful
hard-on.

   She saw me to the door, dressed only in a flimsy negligee.  The boys
were ostentatiously packing their car.  They greeted me with "have a good
game", and waved me off.

   I drove to the reception area of the complex, and parked the car.  By
the time I got back to the cottages, there was no sign of Julie or the
boys. I slipped round the side to the open window, and peeped through the
curtain opening.  Sure enough, there was Julie sitting on the sofa with the
boys on either side of her.  They were sipping juices, but there was an
open champagne bottle on the table, so hers at least was laced.

   She had her legs curled under her, and the negligee had ridden high on
her thighs.  Petrus slipped his arm round her an inside her top to fondle a
tit.  She turned and smiled at him, then leaned over to kiss him full on
the lips.  In the meantime, Tjaart was running his hands up her inner
thigh, and from her jerk I realized he had reached her pussy.  She turned
and kissed him.

   Shortly afterwards they had her negligee right off and thrown to the
floor.  She was once more naked in front of these two boys, no older than
Tristan!  For the next 10 minutes she alternated between deep kissing each
of them.  I could clearly see their tongues wrestling, and hear her moans.
Her face was soon soaking wet with their saliva!

   The two boys soon worked their own clothes off.  Then Petrus pulled her
head down into his crotch, and I was amazed to see her swallowing his cock
right up to the hilt.  Tjaart moved behind her, and ran his rigid prick up
and down her proudly displayed gash in preparation for entering her doggie
style.  He thrust hard, she gave a shriek, and there he was buried in my
wife's pussy.

   I had never observed sex acts from so close before.  I had been to sex
shows in a few European cities, but those were artificially choreographed.
Here the passion was natural and tangible and the smell of sex was in the
air.  And it was my wife I was watching.  Her moans of pleasure penetrated
through to me.  She was later to tell that it was the knowledge that I was
watching her brought her arousal to the peak.  She slammed her backside
against Tjaart's penetrating prick, forcing him ever deeper into her
cervix. I could see the bulge in her throat as she swallowed Petrus, while
her mouth continually massaged his prick.

   By now I had my own prick out and was wanking away.  But I also did not
want to bring myself off too soon as I still hoped to get my turn in
Julie's pussy.

   I saw Julie experience a number of orgasms, even though she could not
utter much noise having a mouthful of cock.  The boys were not going to
last very long, and nor did they want to.  They just wanted their relief!
Then all three reached the final climax almost simultaneously.

   As they collapsed back to regain breaths, I could see some cum still
leaking out of her mouth and running down her chin.  She wiped it with her
hand back into her mouth where she gulped it down.

   They poured more juice, and Julie lay back between them with her thighs
obscenely spread and also leaking cum.  She stroked Tjaart's gooey cock to
her left as she held the glass in her right hand.  When she had gulped the
rest of the juice, she was able to do the same for Petrus as well.  Before
long, two young pricks were growing again.  She alternated between sucking
the heads of each one, and that ensured full rock hard erections no more
than 15 minutes after the previous climaxes.

   Then Tjaart seemed to ask her something, but I could not hear.  I did
hear her reply: "Ooo, you naughty boy!  What are you planning?  But look in
my toilet bag in the bathroom and you may find find a tube."

   He quickly went to the bathroom, and returned with what I recognized as
a tube of KY jelly.  Oh my god, what's coming?

   Tjaart gestured to Julie to sit astride Petrus, facing him.  I saw his
cock slipping effortlessly into her juicy cunt.  She leaned forward to lie
hard against Petrus, and their mouths found each other again.  Tjaart then
took the tube and rubbed some of the lubricant into her anal passage.  He
inserted first one, then two and ultimately three fingers into her rectum.
Once he judged her to be sufficiently open, he removed his fingers, quickly
smeared some of the jelly on his prick, and then easily inserted it into
her anus.  He was quickly as deeply buried as his friends, and they set up
an alternating thrusting motion.

   Julie screamed.  "Oh God!!!  This is incredible.  Keep fucking, both of
you.  I am so full!  Fill me even more ...  deeper ...  deeper ...  Don't
ever stop"

   Well this was too much for me ...  I shot my jism against the wall long
before the two boys came.

   One they did climax at much the same time, I could not hold back any
longer ...  I had to interrupt and get my share.  I ran round to the front
door and burst in just as two shrinking cocks slipped out of Julie's two
gaping holes.

   "What the hell's going on here?" I roared in my fiercest voice!

   "Oooo ...  Errrr" came from the two boys as they jumped up.  They
grabbed their clothes and dashed passed me out of the door, and we heard
the car door slam and their car roar off.

   Julie lay back, legs widely spread, and both holes gaping as they leaked
out the white goo.  She giggled.  So you caught me in the act and
frightened my lovers!

   I dropped my pants and aimed to get my own share.  But Julie pulled me
down so that my face was between her thighs.  She pulled by face tight
against her leaking pussy.  "Lick me, eat me, clean me up!"

   I really had no option but to comply.  And somehow, the close up smell
of sex and semen turned me on even more!  I licked and sucked furiously
even though I knew I was swallowing semen.

   Only after she had come another three or four times did Julie relent,
and allowed me to stick my now rigid cock into her pussy.  Boy did I find
out what `sloppy seconds' means!  But the sensation was incredible, and I
knew I would want to do this again, and again and again.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > An hour or more later, after we
had showered together, we started my computer and drew two random forfeits.
These turned out to be the tit piercing and the devil tattoo on her bum
cheek.

   I was not sure where she could have this done.  But "Brett will know",
she said, and sent him a text message on her phone.

   She showed me the reply which came 5 minutes later: "Sure, I can
organize someone to do this for you.  I'll even pay, on one condition that
I can film the process.  By the way, your movie has been uploaded to my web
site".

   "What movie?" I asked.

   She seemed slightly embarrassed, but gave me the web address and
password.  Soon we were viewing the movie she had made on the Thursday.  I
was soon hard again as I watched her performance on the screen.

   "Surely, that's catching you again!  You need another forfeit!"

   And so it was that the butterfly tattoo on her labia was included with
the other two forfeits when we visited the tattoo and piercing parlour on
the Wednesday.  She stripped naked as soon as we were in the room.  Two
guys worked on her, while Brett took the camera.  So I was watching my wife
being mauled by three men, and had a continual hard-on, which jerked
spasmodically whenever she yelped in pain.

   Our life had changed forever!  It did not even seem strange that after
she had paraded her new art work, all three guys pulled down pants and took
turns screwing her in from of me.  Should I insist on the next three
forfeits?

   Julie was just starting to heal nicely four days later when Tristan and
Louise returned home.  They went straight for the pool, stripping off
unselfconsciously to skinny-dip.  I could not help but notice that both had
deeper all-over tans than when they had left, and I wondered about what my
daughter had been up to.

   Julie came to join them, and they soon noticed her piercings and
tattoos.

   "Wow, Mom ...  that's so cool", they chorused.

   "I'm going to get some myself" said Louise, and my cock twitched at the
thought.

   Tristan was staring at his mother, and his prick was rapidly stiffening
...  A naughty thought crossed my mind.  If Julie was fucking half the
world, how soon before she drew her own son into it?  And if that happened,
what were my chances with Julie.  Soon my cock was a s hard as my sons.

   > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > But nothing more happened at
that time.

   Ten days later, the kids went back to university, and our new life style
got into full swing.  Julie was making one movie a week and was sharing in
the profits.

   Three weeks later, Brett called her.  A client of his who had downloaded
all of Julie's movies, was visiting our city.  He offered 2500 Rand (about
350 US Dollars) to have Julie go out with him to a restaurant and then to
spend the night at his hotel.  She thought this an exciting idea ...  and
so she willingly became a whore.

   A few weeks later she did her first of many bachelor parties.  By the
third, I was allowed to attend as her escort protection.  But it was made
clear that I should not interfere.  The initial deal was that she would do
a strip act and a lap dance with the groom.  As he was debagged before the
lap dance, there was no doubt that his prick had sunk deep into her pussy.
Brett anticipated that at this point, the others would ask whether they
could all fuck her, and I was told to hold out for an additional 4000 Rand
...  but then to make her fully available.  This night I saw her fuck about
20 guys.  When we get home, she made me lick her clean and to a few orgasms
before I was allowed to get my relief.

   As I write, it's not long before Tristan and Louise return for the
Easter break.  One of the reasons for the short return is that a friend of
theirs is getting married.  I have just been told that Julie is doing a
bachelor party that week.  Julie did not recognize the name, but it is
Tristan's friend.  What, I wonder, may this lead to?

   Perhaps I'll tell you some time.



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