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 Strangers Edited, with an Introduction and Afterword, by Ovid





   Introduction:



   For our last vacation, my wife and I went on a cruise and were lucky

   enough to have been assigned to a dining table with Edgar and Carol. 
Usually

   you share a table with people who range from pleasant to just barely
tolerable.

   Edgar and Carol were a joy to be with and, combined with plentiful and

   excellent food, our meals were wonderful.  The only peculiar thing was
that

   whenever we ran into them outside the dining room, Edgar and Carol
seemed to

   be trying to avoid us.  At first we didn't really notice it, but finally
it became

   pretty obvious.  We didn't understand it because they seemed to enjoy
our

   company at the meals.



   Finally, on our last night, we were wandering the deck under a starlit
sky

   and found them sitting on deck chairs looking over the stern.  We sat
down next

   to them and, before they could think of an excuse to get away, we told
them how

   much we had enjoyed their company and suggested that we exchange
addresses

   so we could correspond after the cruise was over.



   There was a pause and then Carol said, "I don't think that would be a

   good idea."



   That seemed an odd response, so we asked her why, pointed out that we

   got on well at the meals, and told her we didn't understand why they
were

   avoiding us at other times.  "We didn't mean to be rude, and we really
do like

   your company," Edgar said, "but we had a bad experience on a previous
cruise."



   It still didn't make sense to us why a previous cruise should cause them

   to act that way toward us, so we asked them what happened.  "It's a long
story,"

   was Edgar's reply.



   "Look," my wife said, "it's a beautiful night for story-telling and we
have

   no place else to go.  Why don't you tell us what happened?"



   Edgar and Carol looked at each other and seemed to come to some sort

   of agreement.  "Who should tell it?" Edgar asked.  "Let's both tell it
as we go,"

   said Carol.



   So, under a dark sky filled with stars we sat there and watched the

   reflection of the ship's running lights off the wake and they told us
the following

   story.  I've tried to repeat it as well as we could remember it later,
indicating who

   was speaking at the time.

   ___________________________________



   Edgar:



   Carol and I met George and Marsha on an Alaskan cruise last year, and

   the four of us immediately hit it off.  The cruise began in Vancouver,
went along

   the Canadian and Alaskan coast, and ended in Seattle.  We had made hotel

   reservations in Seattle for a few days in order to have time to see the
city and the

   surrounding area, but George and Marsha, who lived in Seattle, insisted
that we

   cancel the reservations and stay with them.  They would drive us around
and

   show us the sights.  Since we were having so much fun together, we
accepted

   their hospitality.



   The first couple of days, things went wonderfully.  They drove us around

   the city and out to Mount Rainier, and we took them to dinner in some
excellent

   restaurants.  On the third day Marsha insisted that she cook dinner for
us so we

   could meet some of their friends.  We, of course, offered to take them
and their

   friends out, so as not to make work for Marsha, but she insisted, saying
it was no

   trouble to cook, she'd just defrost a few things.



   So that night we had dinner with George, Marsha, and their friends

   Richard and Susan.  The dinner was lots of fun, good food and plenty of
wine.

   Richard was very amusing, and kept us laughing much of the time.  He did
not,

   however, drink any wine because, he said, it upset his stomach.  But he
didn't

   want to put a damper on the party by not joining us, so he asked if we'd
mind

   joining him in a little pot.  We hadn't smoked pot for quite some time,
but to

   keep the party going, we agreed.  Richard promptly produced a small bong
and

   we each took a hit, and were soon light-headed and having a good time.
Finally,

   after desert, Richard passed the bong around for "one for the road."
This hit

   tasted a little funny, and for me, that was the end of the evening.



   The next thing I remember was waking up on my bed the following

   morning.  I was lying on top of the bed clothes with a blanket thrown
loosely

   over me.  I was still wearing last night's clothing, except that my
pants and shoes

   were off.  I must have conked out after that last hit and either barely
made it to

   bed myself or someone had put me there.



   Carol was lying on top of her bed in more or less the same condition, so

   I quietly showered and changed and went down for breakfast.



   Carol:



   That last hit tasted strange to me, also, and, like Edgar, I remember

   nothing until waking up the next morning just as he was tiptoeing out of
the

   room.  I was also on top of the bed clothes and covered with a blanket.
My

   shoes were off and, surprisingly, so were my panties, but other than
that I was

   still fully dressed.  I wondered about the panties and finally decided
that I must

   have pulled them off sometime during the night when I went to pee and
that I'd

   probably find them in the bathroom.



   I got up, pulled out a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to

   shower.  I didn't find the panties but thought no more about it as it
sounded like

   everyone else was already eating breakfast.



   When I got downstairs, George, Marsha, and Edgar were sitting around

   finishing their breakfast.  While Marsha leaped up to heat up the coffee
and

   scramble me some eggs, the three of them laid out the day's itinerary.
George

   was going to drive Edgar around to see "men's stuff," by which they
meant

   things having to do with sports.  They might even play a little golf. 
Marsha and

   I would wait for Susan to come over and then she'd drive us to some of
the better

   malls for a little shopping.  We'd all get together in the afternoon.



   Susan showed up before I had finished eating, so she and Marsha kept

   me company over coffee while George and Edgar left.

   Because Marsha had been doing all the cooking, she hadn't had a chance
to

   dress, so after a few more minutes she excused herself, leaving Susan
and me to

   dawdle over coffee.



   It was then that Susan began to act strange.  She stammered a bit, and

   began apologizing.  "I feel so awful about what I have to do.  I mean,
you have

   to understand that because I love Richard dearly I have to put up with
his

   foibles, even though I find some of them reprehensible.  I didn't want
to do this

   and tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted and when he gets like
that, you

   know, I just have to obey him."



   "What are you talking about?" I asked.



   Susan reached into her purse and pulled out a small paper bag.  Without

   looking at me, she handed the bag to me.  "What is it?" I asked.  She
said

   nothing.  So I looked in the bag.  There were my missing panties.  Now I
knew

   what Susan had been ashamed of.  I must have passed out last night and
Richard

   had taken advantage of that to steal my panties.  Had he snuck a peek at
my

   snatch at the same time?  Well, that was childish, but not the worst
thing in the

   world.



   Before I could comment to Susan, however, I noticed that there was

   more in the bag.  Two polaroid photos.  I pulled them out and looked at
the first

   in horror.  It showed me lying back on the couch, my legs spread, my
feet on the

   floor with my panties around my ankles, my skirt up around my hips, and
the

   fingers of my right hand buried in my completely visible pussy.  What
made the

   picture particularly horrible was the joyful expression on my face.  My
eyes were

   wide open, probably due to whatever it was that tasted funny in that
last hit.



   "Susan," I began.  "Please, Carol," she interrupted, "I have no control
of

   him when he gets that way.  He insisted that I take the pictures.  I
feel so terrible.

   It was a crazy thing to do.  But I just can't say no to him."



   Well, so Richard played a vile fraternity joke on me.  Disgusting, but I

   guess I'd survive.  Then I looked at the next picture.  Here, the
panties were

   gone, Richard was kneeling between my legs with his tongue at my pussy,
and

   my right hand lightly resting on his shoulder.  I seemed to be staring
directly at

   him with pleasure.



   This was too much.  I looked up at Susan with fire in my eyes.  "That's

   as far as he went, I swear it.  And he just barely touched you.  Just
enough for

   the picture.  Honestly!  I swear to God!"



   She looked so pathetically miserable that I couldn't take it out on her.
I

   really wanted to kill Richard.  "Well," I said, "at least he gave me the
pictures."

   I took Marsha's kitchen shears and thoroughly annihilated the pictures,
cutting

   them into tiny pieces, which I took into the bathroom and flushed down
the

   toilet.  I then returned to Susan, debating what I wanted to say to her.



   "The thing is," she began, "Oh, I don't know how to say this.  It's so

   terrible.  I didn't know why he did it, but I didn't think it was for
this.  I am so

   ashamed."



   "For God's sake, Susan.  What the hell are you talking about?"



   "He made me take two shots of each pose.  He's still got the other two."


   I stared at her.  "He says," she continued, "that I should tell you that
if you want

   the other two, you should meet him in his office."



   "What!" I cried.  "What does he want?"



   "Oh, Carol," she said, practically in tears, "he wants to fuck you!"



   "Suppose I don't come?  What will he do?  Show the pictures to Edgar?

   I can deal with that," was my confident response.



   "You don't know him," she said.  "He said if you didn't come he'd

   publish them, send them to porno magazines, put them on the Internet. 
And I

   know he'll do it.  You've got to go."



   "You want me to go?" I asked, somewhat amazed.



   "No, but I don't see what else you can do."



   At this point, Marsha returned, dressed and ready to go.  "What else

   Carol can do about what?" she asked.  Susan replied, "Richard's got some
dirty

   pictures of Carol and says Carol has to meet him in his office to get
them back,

   otherwise he'll publish them."



   Marsha wanted to know how he got them and Susan explained.  "I didn't

   think Richard would go that far," Marsha said to her.  "I know he loves
his porno

   collection, but to blackmail my friend, that's too much." She turned to
me.

   "What are you going to do, Carol?"



   "I don't know.  I sure don't want to fuck him."



   "Of course," said Marsha, "but think about it.  If those pictures got
out,

   you wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye again.  Everywhere you'd
go

   you'd be wondering whether the people you met had seen the pictures. 
You'd be

   interpreting every comment that any man made to you as some sly
reference to

   your pictures.  I really think you have to go.  Let him fuck you, get
the pictures,

   and that will be an end to it.  It's just another fuck."



   "Sure," I said, "and how do I know he doesn't have more pictures, or

   won't secretly photograph us fucking?"



   "Oh, no!" both Susan and Marsha responded.  "I swear there are only the

   two more pictures," Susan said.  "And however wretched Richard may be
about

   some things, he really is a man of his word," said Marsha.  "If he tells
you those

   are all the pictures and he won't take any more, you can believe him. 
I've seen

   him in lots of situations where he could have profited by shading the
truth, but

   he really does believe in honesty, even if he's willing to blackmail
you."



   We discussed it some more and, after going round and round, finally

   decided there wasn't much to do but for me to meet Richard.  I really
wanted to

   talk to Edgar, but there was no way to reach him until late that
afternoon and

   apparently Richard had insisted that I go to his office right away.  I
finally

   decided that I didn't have a choice.  Susan agreed to drive me to his
office and to

   wait for me.



   She took me to the back entrance of his office, and, following her

   directions, I went up the stairs and knocked on his office door.



   "I'm so glad to see you, Carol," Richard said, standing up from behind

   his desk.



   "I want my pictures back," I said.



   "And you shall have them," he responded, "if you do exactly what I tell

   you to do for the next hour or so."



   "You must be out of your mind," I said, "I could call the police and
have

   you arrested for extortion."



   "Yes," he said, "and wouldn't the trial be interesting.  I bet all your

   friends would be interested in the details and somehow I'm sure that the
pictures

   would get out."



   I stood there with my mouth open.  He really meant it.  "I have to think

   about this," I said.



   "Look," he said, "here's the deal.  I'm going to go out of the office
for

   exactly five minutes.  You can think all you want during that time, but
when I

   come back there will be only two possibilities.  Either you will have
taken off all

   your clothes, hung them on the hooks there, gone into the room behind my
desk

   and laid down on the table, or I will publish the pictures.  There are
no other

   alternatives." And he turned toward the door.



   "Wait," I stammered, "give me a moment."



   "Five minutes, starting NOW!" he said, looking at his watch as he left

   the room.



   Oh my God, I thought, and I began thinking of all the various

   possibilities.  I didn't see a way out.  What was I going to do? 
Suddenly I

   realized that I had let two minutes go by while I was debating with
myself.  If I

   didn't do something quickly, I'd be telling him by default to publish
those terrible

   pictures.  Because the only course of action I could think of was to
obey him, I

   quickly undressed, hurrying lest he come back before I was ready.  I
hung up my

   clothes as directed, opened the door behind his desk, and went naked
into the

   next room.  This room was about the same size as his office, but instead
of all

   the clutter in his office, this room had nothing in it but a low table
with a thin

   mattress and a pillow.  The walls were bare except for one wall, on
which there

   was a huge mirror running the width of the wall.  The table was centered
in front

   of the mirror and perpendicular to it.



   No sooner was I on the table than Richard entered.  "I'm glad you made

   the right choice.  You will get the pictures back, there will be no
other pictures,

   and I don't think you'll find it all that unpleasant.  The important
thing, the

   absolutely critical thing, is that you must do exactly as I tell you,
with no

   hesitation, no argument.  The first bit of hesitation and I will walk
out and

   publish the pictures.  Is that understood?"



   I nodded.



   "Yes, Richard," he insisted.  "Yes, Richard," I repeated.



   "Good, now I want you to kneel on the table on your hands and knees,

   with your head away from the mirror and your legs spread.  I want a good
view

   of your pussy and your asshole in the mirror." I did as he told me. 
"That's nice.

   But let's just push that ass up a little higher, spread those legs a
little more, and

   put your head down on the pillow so it doesn't show in the mirror."
Again, my

   actions followed his words.  "Now, you came a little earlier than I had
expected,

   so I'm going to have to leave you for a few minutes to get ready.  Do
not move

   while I'm gone!  If I see any sign that you've moved while I was away,
that's the

   end of it.  Is that clear."



   "Yes, Richard," I dutifully replied.



   He left me in that totally degrading position.  At first I felt like

   screaming at him for doing this to me.  Then I began to realize that not
only

   couldn't I scream at him, because then he'd publish the pictures even
after

   degrading me like this, but that there was a certain advantage in
agreeing to obey

   him, in thus surrendering my will to him.  I no longer had any choice
and thus

   any responsibility for what would happen.  This was all his doing.  With
my head

   down and my ass up in the air, I was just along for the ride.  Somehow,
I seemed

   to shed a burden with that realization.



   Edgar:



   George and I left his house after breakfast and headed for his club. 
The

   idea was to get in a few holes of golf in the morning and then to head
for

   Richard's office.  It seems that Richard ran a porno club in downtown
Seattle,

   with live sex acts.  It normally was only open in the evening, but in my
honor,

   George said, Richard was arranging a private showing for us.  So the
morning

   went pleasantly, with lots of bad jokes.  When I admired the golf
course, George

   assured me that there were better holes at Richard's.  When I
appreciated his golf

   stroke, he assured me that we'd be seeing better stroking at Richard's.
And on

   and on.



   When we got to Richard's, he was waiting for us in a bathrobe.  "I was

   beginning to think you weren't coming," he said.  "You're a bit late so
you'll have

   to hurry." He led us into a room with a number of theater seats arranged
facing

   one end of the room where there was a curtain covering the wall.  He had
us sit

   in the front row, right in the center.



   "Edgar, you sit in seat number 1, George in 2.  I have to apologize but

   you're going to have to put your hands on the armrests and you'll be

   automatically handcuffed to the chairs.  I don't like to do that but I
have no

   choice.  With the perverts you get in this business, if I didn't do that
they'd be

   jerking off all over my rug or sucking each other off.  I had the system
designed

   so the curtain won't open unless everyone here is shackled in.  You
won't be

   terribly uncomfortable and, as a special treat, in the middle of the
show the

   computer will select one of you and free your cuffs.  Then, if you'll go
out the

   door and make two left turns you can be a part of the show.  I know
you'll like

   that.  But I have to run now.  Hurry and put your arms in place.  Once
you do,

   the lights will go off and the curtain will open.  Behind the curtain is
a halfsilvered mirror.  As long as it's dark here and light on the other
side, you'll be

   able to see everything and no one can see you.  Quickly, because I've
got to start

   the show."



   With the need for haste, I didn't think much about the oddity of it and
we

   quickly put our arms on the armrests.  Instantly, they were clamped at
the wrist.

   The fit was snug, but well padded, so it wasn't uncomfortable.  Then
Richard

   left, the light went out, and the curtain opened.



   What a view!  In front of us, not more than a few feet away, was a

   woman's ass, sticking right up at us.  Her legs were spread so we had a
clear

   view of her asshole, her cunt, and, between her legs, a bit of her tits
hanging

   down.  And it was a lovely ass.  You could hear both George and me each
let out

   our breath.



   Then Richard entered the room with the woman.  He was naked, his

   dong in a state of semi-erection.  He walked to the right of the table,
placed his

   right hand on the back of her neck and began caressing her with this
left hand.

   Slowly that hand moved across her back and around that lovely ass.  It
circled

   each cheek, gently slid down her thighs, and then carefully began making
its way

   up.  He didn't actually touch her cunt, he moved his hand all around it,
teasing it.

   Then he looked up at us, as if to assure himself that we had a good
view. Of

   course, he couldn't see us, but he could see the reflection in the
mirror, so he

   must have had pretty much the same view as we did.



   Still holding her neck down with his right hand, he brought his left
hand

   to her tits.  Between her legs we could see him gently pulling her
nipples, and

   we could see her ass begin to wiggle.  She was getting hot.  As were the
rest of

   us.  Richard now had a full-blown hard-on, and my prick was struggling
to get

   free of my underwear.  Because my wrists were clamped in place, I could
do

   nothing to ease it's plight, but it felt like it might burst through on
its own.



   Now Richard returned his attention to her cunt.  The fingers of his left

   hand danced over her cunt lips, now touching them, now sliding down her
thigh.

   It wasn't long before we could see those lips glistening, as she began
churning

   out her cunt juices.  Now he dipped a finger between the lips, wetting
it with her

   juices, and then sliding the glistening fingertip along the lips until
soon her

   whole cunt was glistening.  He continued prodding, each time his finger
went in

   a little deeper.  Her ass responded, pressing back on his finger as it
went in.

   Now his finger was sopping and he spread the juices around, as far as
her tightly

   puckered asshole, which he began coating with her fluids.



   Richard continued.  We could see his prick pulsing in the air as he

   inserted two fingers up that juicy cunt.  Then out again and around
until her

   entire crotch was saturated with her juices.  He would thrust his
fingers up her

   cunt and she would push back, trying to capture them, and then he'd pull
out.

   Once in a while he'd slip a wet fingertip up her tight little asshole.
At first she

   started to pull away, but then she seemed to begin to like it, even
pushing back

   on his finger to try to get more of it up her ass.  Now he had three
fingers up her

   cunt and it was clear she was ready for fucking.



   To give us a clear view of the fuck, he rotated the table so that it ran

   parallel to the mirror.  I watched as he positioned himself at her cunt
and began

   to tease her with the tip of his prick.  My attention was so riveted on
that action

   that I didn't look at the woman's face until George suddenly said,
"Isn't that

   Carol?"



   With a shock, I immediately recognized the face of my wife just as

   Richard began to slide his cock up her very eager cunt.



   Carol:



   When Richard came back into the room, I couldn't see him at first

   because, obeying his order, I had kept my head down.  But my head was
turned

   to my right and he came up on that side of me, so I could see that he
was naked,

   his cock only slightly hard.  "That's good, Carol.  Just keep your head
down," he

   said, and placed one hand on the back of my neck to keep my head down.
Then

   his other hand began caressing me.  Initially I felt nothing but
revulsion, but as I

   relaxed, it began to feel not all that bad, and after a while it
actaully began to

   feel nice.  He was so gentle and smooth.  I had thought he'd just want
to ram his

   cock up my pussy and begin pumping away, but he was patient.  He took
his

   time and his hand seemed to worship my body.  It made me feel young
again.  It

   wasn't that Edgar wasn't good in bed, but this was a new hand, caressing
my

   body in a new way, with new and slightly different nuances.  His hand
slid over

   may ass, it fondled each cheek, it caressed my thighs.  It didn't even
touch my

   cunt, just circled around it.  The tension was building up in me as I
waited for

   that touch.



   But it didn't come then.  He turned his attention to my tits.  Reaching

   underneath me, he cupped each tit, gently pulling it one way and then
the other.

   His fingers sought out my nipples, which by this time had become hard,
and he

   tugged on them, rolled them between his fingers, pressed them up into my
tits.

   My nipples have always been very sensitive and I get very excited when
they are

   stimulated, so even though it was against all common sense to do so
under the

   circumstances, I began to respond to his caresses.  I couldn't control
my ass from

   pushing up into the air, like a cat in heat.



   As if in response, Richard freed his hand from beneath me and began to

   tease my cunt.  I could feel his fingers gently sliding over my labia,
then away,

   than back again.  A finger slid between the labia and I knew I was wet.
I began

   to lose control.  I actually wanted those fingers inside me.  He soon
seemed to

   sense this and granted my unspoken wish.  I could feel him probing deep
within

   me and automatically I thrust back, trying to capture him more deeply.
But he

   would escape, spreading my juices all over.  At one point, he slid the
tip of his

   finger into my asshole.  That usually turns me off, and I pulled away a
little.  But

   he continued teasing my cunt, seemingly sticking more and more fingers
in it,

   and every time the fingers pulled out, one slid a little farther up my
asshole.

   Whether it was the excitement of his finger-fucking or the amount of
juices that

   he managed to get up my ass, I soon began to relish even his ass
fucking. I

   wanted his fingers up both my holes.  I wanted more.  I wanted his now
stiff,

   pulsing prick to be buried in my cunt.



   Again, he seemed to read my mind, or my body motions.  He rotated the

   table to the right so that I could watch in the mirror, and placed the
tip of his

   cock on the edge of my pussy.  Oh, I wanted that cock.  Not daring to
change my

   position, I tried to push my ass as far back as I could to capture his
cock.  But his

   patience continued.  He teased me.  At first, he only rubbed his
cockhead along

   my labia.  Then slowly, he slipped just the tip in.  I began to moan,
"Put it in, put

   it all the way in."



   "What did you say?  Say it louder.  Say my name.  What do you want,

   Carol?" he quietly said.  "Your cock, Richard" I grunted.  "Louder," he
insisted.

   "I want your cock.  Shove it up me, Richard.  Fuck me!"



   Then he began in earnest.  He slid his prick all the way in.  I could
see

   his balls between my legs.  I pushed back to meet his thrusts.  Together
we

   began pumping harder and harder, building up to that final climax.



   He leaned slightly forward and slid one hand under my pelvis so that he

   could massage my clit.  That did it.  With his cock pounding into my
cunt and

   his fingers dancing on my clit, I blew my top.  Shudder after shudder
raced

   through my body, forcing screams out of my mouth.  He responded with one

   loud yell and I could feel him pumping his sperm deep within me.  He
collapsed

   on me for a moment and my arms and knees finally gave way.



   Then he rose, walked around me, and positioned me on my side so I

   could look in the mirror.  His hand gently slid back and forth along my
shoulder

   as he complimented me.  "That was excellent, Carol.  And it wasn't too

   unpleasant, was it?" I stared at my naked body in the mirror, at his
semen

   oozing out of my cunt, at his naked body with his now flaccid cock.  No,
it

   wasn't too unpleasant.  I smiled.



   "Tell me, Carol.  Did you dislike it?" he asked, his hand gently rubbing

   my back and shoulders.  "Tell me honestly."



   "No," I admitted, "I didn't dislike it.  Give me my pictures now and we

   can part friends."



   "Ah," he said, still rubbing, "you've only earned one picture." "What,"
I

   started to sit up.  "Now, now," his hand on my shoulders held me down,
"don't

   violate our agreement now.  No arguments.  Remember.  You're halfway
there,

   but it's been barely half an hour.  We said a little over an hour.  So
there's time

   for you to fuck again.  This time, with a friend of mine."



   His hand held me down.  A friend of his!  Was I to be his whore?  But

   with a firm hand and a firm voice he reminded me of our agreement -
whatever

   he ordered me to do - and I sank back in resignation.  "I don't think
you'll find

   this unpleasant either, and it will give you a little variety.  But we
must rest up so

   we can regain our strength and go again," he said as he lay beside me on
the

   table, his hands gently massaging my shoulders, my back, my side.  I was

   beginning to think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad either.



   Edgar:



   I couldn't believe it.  There, right in front of me, was my wife Carol,
not

   just being fucked by Richard, but participating, thrusting her pelvis
back at him

   to meet his thrusts.  I knew that expression on her face, her head back,
her eyes

   closed.  She was on the verge.  She was fucking for all she was worth
and was

   going to explode all over the place.



   How had this happened?  She had barely met Richard.  Had something

   happened last night after I blacked out?  How had she arranged this? 
Why was

   she fucking another man, and in a show in front of me and George?  Did
she

   know we were there?



   But fuck she did, pumping back and forth as Richard's cock drove into

   her.  He reached around her and fingered her clit and I could see the
grimace

   come to her face as she started to come.  Her mouth opened and in my
mind I

   could hear her scream of ecstacy even though in reality the glass
between us

   silenced it.  Then Richard's body jerked as he came, pumping his semen
into my

   wife before my eyes.



   They collapsed on the table and I struggled to catch my breath.  Richard

   got off her and lay on the table beside her and they both seemed to be
looking at

   me.  I stared back in a daze, watching another man's come slowly ooze
from my

   wife's cunt.



   George let out a slow breath.  "Wow," he said, "that was fantastic. 
They

   really threw themselves into it.  Did you know she was going to be in
it? Does

   she usually do this sort of thing?"



   I would have throttled him, but my wrists were still clamped to the

   armrests.  I struggled for words to say, but then gave up.  What could I
say?

   How had Carol wound up fucking Richard before my eyes?  I didn't know. I

   didn't even know how I felt about it.  Of course, intellectually I was
infuriated.

   She had betrayed me.  And of course I had pangs of jealousy.  Why would
she

   fuck Richard?  But still, there was an element of excitement.  Whatever
my mind

   or my heart might feel, my prick had responded.  If I could have freed
my hand

   to touch it, I would have come in an instant.  I sat there silently next
to George,

   taking deep breaths to try to calm myself.



   Richard lay next to Carol on the table, gently stroking her.  It was a

   calm, reassuring stroke along her sides, her back, her shoulders.  His
strokes

   gradually turned into a massage.  It was almost restful, lulling her
into gentle

   relaxation, pulling the tension out of her.  Then, after about ten
minutes or so, he

   rose from the table and positioned Carol on her back, her legs drawn up
and

   spread wide.  He turned the table back so her open legs faced the
window,

   giving us a clear view of her cunt, from which his come still seeped.



   He stood beside her and continued his slow stroking, now her belly, her

   sides, her arms.  His strokes would occasionally move close to her tits.
Every

   now and then he would gently cup a tit.  Then he'd release it and return
to her

   stomach or side.  A few strokes later and his hand would slide up almost
to her

   nipple, but then retreat.  I could see that Carol was coming out of the
stupor

   induced by that fuck and was beginning to be aroused again.  Her nipples

   hardened as he circled round them with a fingertip.  His hands slid
between her

   legs, tauntingly circling her cunt, which continued to slowly dribble
out his

   come, but never quite touching it.



   This continued for a while until Carol began to respond with involuntary

   motions of her ass.  Then Richard bent over her and took one nipple
between his

   lips.  He tugged on it gently, released it, and slowly ran his tongue
around it.

   The nipple got harder and he repeated the process.



   He then knelt between her legs, rotating the table slightly to give us a

   clear view, and began teasing her cunt lips with his tongue.  He ran the
tip of it

   around the edges of her pussy, then slid his tongue between her lips
just a tiny

   bit.  Her ass was beginning to rock from side to side.  She threw one
arm over

   her eyes and with the other hand began kneading her breast.



   It was at this point that George suddenly raised his arms.  His clamps

   had opened.  "Oh my God," he said, "I'm the one who gets to participate.
I, I,..."

   he looked at me.  "Look, I don't know how you feel about this, but,...
wow, this

   sort of thing never happened to me.  And she's terrific.  I mean, I
don't know

   what to say to you, but I can't turn down this opportunity.  I mean..."
but he

   never finished.  He turned and rushed out the door.



   I sat there with my heart pounding in my chest.  I had just sat there

   watching a casual acquaintance and my wife fucking their brains out, in
front of

   me he was now sucking her off and she was clearly loving it, and soon I
was

   going to have to watch a guy who I thought was my friend join in.  I
wanted to

   kill the two of them.  And yet, I realized that my prick was as hard as
a rock.  It

   had somehow worked it's way free of my underpants and was pressing up
against

   my belly.  I could feel the pre-come wetness oozing from it.  This
catastrophe of

   my wife fucking another man in full view of me was not only terrible, it
was the

   most exciting thing I had ever seen.  I didn't want to admit it, but I
actually

   wanted to see more.



   And more I was to see.  Richard rose from between Carol's legs, leaving

   her pussy lips wide open and glistening.  He walked to her side and
positioned

   his stiff prick close to her mouth.  She didn't hesitate.  She turned
her head to his

   cock and opened her mouth to accept it.  Her tongue slid around the tip
and then

   she moved her head toward it to engulf his cock head.  Richard moved
closer

   and began slowly sliding his prick in and out of her mouth.  I could
clearly see

   from the motion of her jaws and cheek that she was sucking on it as he
pumped.



   At this moment, George entered the room completely naked, with one of

   the biggest pricks I've ever seen sticking straight out in front of him.
Richard

   said something to him and he walked to Carol's side, opposite from
Richard.

   Carol stopped sucking Richard's dick and turned.  She stared at George's
horse

   cock and then put her hand on it.  Still holding it in her hand, she
turned back

   and resumed her cocksucking.  Her hand slid up and down that giant
prick.



   Carol:



   Richard's massaging had helped me regain my strength and composure.

   I was beginning to feel that I was ready for my second fuck.  He made me
lie on

   my back with my legs drawn up, my feet on the table, and turned me so I
could

   see my pussy in the mirror.  Then he caressed my body, my arms, my
stomach,

   my legs.  At first it was simply pleasant, but his hands came closer and
closer to

   my tits and he soon began to tease my nipples.  As he did that, electric
pulses

   seemed to radiate from them.  Then he teased my cunt, not quite touching
it.

   Again, I felt the tension build up.  When would he touch it.  I wanted
him to

   touch it, to penetrate it.  I felt the urge to push his hand into my
cunt.  Still

   teasing my cunt, he leaned over and began to suck my nipple.  That has
always

   been a huge turn-on for me, and it certainly worked this time.  Now I
really

   wanted him.  I was ready to fuck again.



   Richard seemed to understand that, because he moved to between my

   legs and began to lick my pussy, and I went wild.  First it was just
with the tip of

   his tongue, then his tongue darted in farther, then he began a more
fervid licking.

   I was on the edge, I almost came, but he stopped just in time and walked
around

   until his prick was right by my mouth.  He didn't have to tell me, I
wanted it in

   my mouth and I immediately began to lick and suck it.  I could feel him
getting

   more and more excited, but he suddenly told me to stop and look toward
my

   other side.



   The first thing I saw was this tremendous prick, bigger than any I'd
seen

   before, and a huge sack with mammoth balls hanging down.  I then
realized with

   a shock that they belonged to George.  George had previously struck me
as thin

   and fragile, but that stiff giant prick and those immense balls gave him
a solidity

   and strength that hadn't shown when he was dressed.  So this was
Richard's

   "friend" who I was going to have to fuck.



   Richard told me to stroke that big dick but at the same time to return
to

   sucking his cock, which had softened just a bit during the time I had
turned

   away.  With Richard's cock in my mouth, getting back it's previous
hardness, I

   ran my hand up and down George's cock.  It was so big, I couldn't get my
hand

   around it.  How was it going to fit in my pussy?



   I had often wondered about big pricks.  Everyone always said that "size

   doesn't matter," and certainly I had always been satisfied with Edgar's
averagesize prick (and had just been satisfied by Richard's, which was no
bigger than

   Edgar's), but I couldn't help wondering what a large one would feel
like. Could

   I get it in without splitting?  Would it feel different?  Better?



   Then Richard told George to fuck me.  The donkey-cock left my hand

   and a moment later I could feel its tip brushing across my labia.  I
prayed that he

   would go gently, not just ram that monster in me.  George must have
heard my

   prayer, for he was very gentle, just barely pressing his cock head
against the

   opening of my cunt while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.  I continued
sucking

   Richard's cock, but my attention was on my cunt.



   Slowly, just a little bit at first, I felt that prick go in, gently
stretching my

   labia apart and expanding my cunt walls.  The prick receded and came
back

   again, just a little bit more.  Steadily George continued this, each
time going in

   just a little deeper, giving my cunt a chance to expand, then pulling
out, then

   repeating the process.  Then, at last, I knew it was really in me.  I
was full.  I

   could feel the walls of my cunt stretched wide.  My God!  But when I
glanced

   down I realized that, full as I felt, most of George's prick was still
outside me.

   That fucker still had a huge way to go!



   Just then Richard began to come.



   Now I wanted it all.  I wanted to swallow all his come and I wanted that

   giant cock all the way in me.  I sucked every drop from Richard's cock
and

   licked it clean as he began to pull away.  I squeezed his balls and
milked the

   shaft of his cock to force all his come out the tip of his prick.  I
even tried to get

   my tongue up his little hole so as not to miss a drop.  When there was
no more

   left for me to gobble up, I turned my attention to George's prick.



   I arched my back and pushed as hard as I could, trying to slide my cunt

   further along that prick.  More and more of it disappeared as George
continued

   to move in and out, a little more each time.  I felt that it had hit
bottom, but I still

   wanted more, I wanted it all, the entire length of that gargantuan cock.
I would

   stretch in all directions but I had to have it all.



   George went on slowly pumping away, each time going still deeper

   until, finally, at last, he had it all in.  I had that whole monster
cock inside me!  I

   could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he continued his
thrusts. I was

   stuffed and stretched and I had it all.  Then, like an earthquake
building up,

   spasms raced through me as I began to come.  Giant tremor after tremor
shook

   me, followed by a series of violent aftershocks.  That must have done it
for

   George, too, for then he was coming, too, as he continued to pump in and
out of

   me.  We both let out screams as the earthquake radiated out from our
groins.



   Edgar:



   I couldn't believe that George's monster cock would fit in Carol's cunt.


   But there was George slowly working it up into her pussy right in front
of my

   face.  I thought he would tear her.  I thought she would pull away.  I
thought I

   would come just watching.



   I realized that I actually wanted to see him fuck her, I wanted to see
my

   wife sliding her cunt down his giant cock!  He was giving her something
I could

   never do, and I wanted him to do it.  I found myself whispering, "Go
ahead, give

   it to her, fuck her, ram it in.  Go ahead, Carol, take it all in, fuck
that cock!"



   I saw Richard coming in Carol's mouth and saw her sucking away.  From

   the motions of her throat I could tell she was swallowing his come,
something

   she had never done for me, and as he pulled away I could see her licking
the last

   drops from the head of his cock, squeezing all the juice out of his cock
as she

   licked it.  My balls ached as I watched with envy.



   Then with Richard's come dribbling down the side of her mouth, she

   turned toward George, lifted her ass from the table, and pushed down on
his

   prick, gradually taking the entire monster in.  Now she was fucking in
earnest.  I

   couldn't believe how excited it made me to watch my wife fucking that
huge

   prick.  To see her worked up with that huge dong going in and out of her
cunt

   was working me up beyond belief.  As she began to come, I was out of
control.

   Without being able to touch my prick, I started to come in my pants!



   I continued coming as I watched George come, too, pumping his come

   up her cunt.  He continued to drive in and out of her as he came, and I
could see

   the white come glistening on his prick with each outward stroke.  I
watched her

   face distort, her mouth open, as her body shook and she spasmed over and
over.

   The three of us were shaking together.



   The spasms died down, the tremors ceased, and finally everyone was

   motionless for a few moments: Richard, who had been watching as his
prick

   shriveled up, Carol who lay exhausted on the table, George who was now
using

   his arms to hold himself up over Carol, and I with the wet spot in my
pants

   beginning to show through and spread.  Then George slowly disengaged
himself.

   As he pulled out of Carol I could see that his prick, which was
beginning to lose

   its rigidity, was still connected to Carol's cunt by a long, thin strand
of his come,

   which stretched as he moved away from her until it finally broke.



   George left the room first.  Carol lay there motionless with a puddle of

   come forming between her legs, where it ran from her cunt.  Come also
seeped

   from the corner of her mouth, which she had formed into a contented
smile.

   Richard gently roused her and helped her off the table and toward the
door, the

   come running down her cheek and legs.



   Richard went out the door first.  Just before Carol could follow him
out,

   he turned back and pointed toward the mirror.  Carol turned to look at
it and

   suddenly my side of the mirror was bathed in light.  She could see me!
Aghast, I

   stared at her through my own ghostlike reflection as she stared back. 
Then, just

   as suddenly, there was complete darkness, the lights on both sides went
out.

   When finally the light came back on, the curtain in front of the window
had

   closed and I was sitting there, alone and still clamped to the armrests,
with a

   clammy feeling in my pants and a clearly visible wet spot.



   Carol:



   As we were leaving the room, Richard told me to look back at the

   mirror.  I turned, expecting that he wanted me see how satisfied I
looked after so

   much incredible fucking.  As I did, however, a light went on behind the
mirror

   and I could see through it.  There, to my horror, I could see Edgar
staring back at

   me.  Then suddenly everything was dark.



   I stood in the dark, sticky with semen on my face and running down my

   legs, not knowing which way to turn.  My husband had been watching me

   fucking two of his "friends." How long had he been there?  Why did he
just sit

   there?



   When the lights went back on, there was nothing but a mirror on the

   wall.  Was Edgar still watching me through it?  I quickly left the room
and

   entered the office.  I felt like killing Richard, but he was nowhere in
sight.

   Under a lamp on his desk, were those two polaroids that had led me into
all this.

   Beside them was a pair of scissors of the type doctors use to cut off
dressings the kind with round bumps on the tips.  Richard had known what I
would have

   done to him if I had had a sharp weapon!



   I grabbed the pictures and cut them into a thousand tiny pieces.  Then I

   started toward the outer door to look for Richard.  I suddenly realized
that I

   couldn't go running through the halls looking for him when I was
completely

   naked, so I turned back to the hooks where I had left my clothes, and
quickly

   dressed.  I couldn't leave even the tiny, unrecognizable pieces of the
pictures

   there, so I gathered them up in my hands and went out the door.



   Waiting, as I now remembered she had promised to do, was Susan.

   "Where's the bastard?" I demanded of her.  "They both left," she said.
"They

   drove off just a few minutes ago.  I don't know where they were going."



   Frustrated, I stood there not knowing what to do.  "Come on," she said,

   "I'll drive you home."



   "I can't go back to George's house now."



   "I know.  Marsha and I realized that, so we got you a luxury room in a

   nice hotel.  It's paid for.  It's the least we could do.  Come on, you
need a good

   shower and a lie-down."



   I meekly followed her to her car.  "How will Edgar find me?" I asked.

   "Marsha will drive him.  She'll take him back to her place to get your
suitcases

   and then bring him to the hotel.  Come on, get in the car."



   At that point, I shut out all thought.  I was back to doing as I was
told,

   taking no responsibility.  My last gesture of will was to throw the
pieces of the

   polaroids out the window, scattering them to the wind as the car sped
down the

   highway, and then I closed my eyes and my mind.



   Susan took me into the hotel and up to the room.  She opened the door,

   handed me the key, and left without saying anything more.  It was just
as well.  I

   didn't know whether to curse her or thank her.  Still in a daze, I
walked into the

   room, locking the door behind me, set the key down on a table, and
looked

   around.



   In other circumstances I would have noticed that it was a lovely room

   with a spectacular view of the mountains.  But that didn't interest me
now.  I

   walked into the bathroom.  In an alcove by the door hung two
lush-looking terrycloth robes.  In front of me were all the things I would
need: soap, shampoo,
mouthwash, a hair-dryer, and even a bidet.  I dropped the clothes I had

worn and

   began the cleansing process.  First I rinsed out my mouth over and over
again

   with the mouthwash until I had used it up.  I wanted no remnant of the
taste of

   Richard's semen.  I used the bidet to clean my cunt of every drop of the
semen

   that had been deposited there.  Then I stepped into the shower.  I
shampooed my

   hair and scrubbed every inch of my body.  I wanted not one molecule to
be left

   of the bodily fluids that I, Richard, and George had left.  I wanted to
be clean.



   When I finally was satisfied, I dried my hair and my body, put on one of

   the robes, went into the other room, and sat down in front of the
window.

   Though I was looking at the view, I wasn't seeing it.  I finally opened
my mind

   up and began thinking and worrying.  Where was Edgar?  What was he
thinking?

   Would he even come here?  What would he say?



   As I began to worry about these, there was a knock on the door.  Was it

   Edgar, or was it some other part of this bizarre plot?  I looked through
the

   peephole and saw Edgar and a bellhop with our bags.  Still not knowing
how

   Edgar would react to me, or how I would react to him, I opened the door.



   Edgar:



   Although the curtain was closed and the light was on, the clamps still

   had held me to the armrests for what seemed forever but probably wasn't
more

   than fifteen minutes.  I had sat there furious and horrified, with a
chill slowly

   developing from the damp spot in my pants.  Then the clamps opened and I

   leaped up and out of the room.  I was going to follow George to the room
on the

   other side of the curtain and confront them all, although I had no idea
what I

   would do then.



   But I couldn't get there.  All the internal doors were closed and
locked. I

   pounded on them, but to no avail.  In desperation, I rushed out the back
door,

   where I ran into Marsha.



   "Come on," she said, "I'll drive you.  Everyone has left."



   "Where?" I said.  "Where's Carol?  Where are the rest of them?"



   "Susan has taken Carol to a hotel.  I have no idea where George and

   Richard went.  Come with me and let's get your bags out of my house and
then

   I'll take you to the hotel and to Carol.  Come on.  It's all over here."



   I looked around me as if I would somehow see what to do, and then

   reluctantly I got in the car with Marsha.  What else was there to do? 
They had

   all gone.



   We went to her house, got our bags, and she took me to the hotel.  She

   got a bellboy for the bags, told him the room number, and left.  The
bellboy took

   me to the room and knocked on the door.



   Carol answered, looking clean and bewildered in a terry-cloth robe.  We

   stared at each other, neither of us saying a word, while the bellboy
brought the

   bags in.  I tipped him, he left, and I closed and locked the door behind
him.

   Then I turned back to Carol.  We stood motionless, looking at each
other.



   "How could you do that?" I eventually asked, and she told me her whole

   story.



   "How could you just sit there and watch?" she asked when she had

   finished her story, and I told her my story.



   We still stood there, looking at each other, neither of us moving
forward.

   "It looked like you were enjoying it," I said.



   "I hated it at first, when I first lay naked and exposed on the table,
until I

   realized that I had no choice and therefore no responsibility.  Then my
mind just

   shut down.  When Richard was so gentle, my body betrayed me." She paused
a

   moment or two, looked down at the floor, and continued.  "Ultimately, it
turned

   out to be incredibly exciting."



   Neither of us said anything for a while.  Then she asked, "Was it
painful

   for you, watching?"



   "When I first recognized you, a jolt pain stabbed through my body like

   an icicle.  But even that pain contributed to making it the most
exciting thing

   I've ever seen." I looked down at the stain on my pants.  "I came in my
pants."



   Again, we stood there silently.  "Do you think," she asked, "that they

   were all in on it?  Setting us up from the start?" "I don't know," I
said, "It shows

   how little we know about them."



   "At first, I wanted to kill them, quite literally.  But then..." she
hesitated,

   "then...they did arrange one hell of an experience." "Yes, one hell of
an

   experience," I reluctantly agreed.  "I really wanted to kill him when he
turned the

   light on and I saw you there, watching me." "Even that," I said, as the
idea

   slowly dawned on me, "it meant that we had to be honest with each
other." She

   seemed to think it over, and then said simply, "Yes."



   Then, I had to ask her, "Did you enjoy that huge cock?"



   Carol seemed to be debating with herself for a moment.  "I've often

   wondered what it would be like, fantasized." She paused.  "And then,
there it

   was.  It was so big, I was afraid at first, when I touched it, when I
was stroking

   it.  But he worked it in so slowly, so gently.  It felt different, it
felt...," she

   hesitated at the word, "it felt good." She paused.  "Yes, I enjoyed
it....but once

   was enough."



   I asked the critical questions: "Can I satisfy you now?  Will you ever

   want just me?"



   She looked into my eyes.  "I want you now."



   We tore into each other.



   Carol:



   He satisfied me then, more than satisfied me.  And he's continued to

   satisfy me ever since, as we keep rediscovering our bodies.



   Afterword:



   Only the humming of the ship's engines broke the silence.  Beyond the

   reflections of the ship's lights there was nothing but a layer of
blackness

   reaching up to the pointlike stars, lightyears away.  We all sat there,
staring at

   the ship's wake.



   Then Edgar and Carol quietly got up and left.



   We didn't see them again until the next morning, after we had landed.

   Then, as we headed toward a cab, laden down with our bags, they passed
in front

   of us.  We didn't say a word to them.  It was as if they were strangers.



   As, indeed, they were.


   THE END