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Subject: {ASSM} Ageless Beauty, III by Shooter3704 (wife, gf, ir m+ orgy)
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Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 16:10:02 -0400
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Endless Beauty, III



   Shooter3704





   The Fourth of July party lasted until the seventh of July.  Constant
wall to wall, no holds or holes barred fucking.  I wasn't worth a shit for
almost a week afterward.  I'm too fucking old for a four day orgy, but what
a four days it was!  Lori was insatiable.  She took everything the four men
gave her and wanted more, but like me, Lori needed some down-time to fully
recharge her batteries.  Not anywhere as much time as me, but a couple of
days.



   While I recovered, Lori and I spent a lot of time talking about the
party and the black guys that fucked her.  Re-telling and re-living the
experience was almost as good at the real thing.  I spent considerable time
editing the great videos I made.  I complied them and put them on a DVD,
and we both enjoyed looking at it.



   During that week there were a couple of significant events that took
place.  One was my employees wanted rid of me.  They didn't put it quite
that way, but that's what I read as the bottom line.  They wanted to buy me
out.



   "That's a lot of moola," Lori said when I told her about the offer. 
"Are you going to sell out?"



   "I don't know," I answered.  "Maybe, if you want me to.  They want to
take the company in a new direction and they think I'm holding them back. I
guess I am."



   "Let them have it," Lori said.  "You can retire and do whatever you want
to.  Or maybe you could sell them the majority of the stock and just be a
silent partner."



   "No, I mentioned that and they want it all.  We have to make up our
minds pretty quick.  They have backing now, but they don't know for how
long."



   "Ain't no 'we' pal," Lori said.  "It's your business and it's your
lifetime of hard work.  Sell or not, you decide.  However, if it were up to
me, I'd sell." So I did.  I upped their offer by twenty percent and they
accepted.  That was on Monday.  By Wednesday the lawyers had the papers
drawn up and we closed on Friday.  One lousy work week and it was over.  A
lifetime of working was over.



   The other significant thing was Lori brought in a boarder.  It wasn't
the first time Lori brought in a stray.  Dogs, cats, and you name it. 
This, however, was her first human.  I saw her when I came home on that
last Friday afternoon.



   "Who's that?" I asked Lori.  The woman was sitting on the patio sipping
iced tea and puffing on a cigarette .  Lori was in the kitchen fixing
dinner.



   "That's Carol," Lori said giving me a welcome home kiss.  "She's had a
rough time, so be nice to her."



   "Hey, I'm always nice.  Where did she come from?"



   "I found her at the mall this morning.  I don't know all the details.  I
asked her to wait and tell both of us together.  Dinner will be ready in an
hour or so.  Come on and meet her."



   "Carol," Lori said after the introductions.  "Tell Sam what happened to
you." The woman, girl really, looked nervous.  I guessed her age at maybe
twenty-two or three, tops.  She was pretty with long blonde hair and blue
eyes.  From what I could tell she had a nice figure, but overshadowing her
beauty was a tremendous sadness.



   "I came from Tippinsville," she said.  "You probably never heard of it.
It's down south of here." I had seen the signs from the interstate, but I
had never been to Tippinsville.



   "I'm married to the chief of police there.  I ran away day before
yesterday by catching a ride with a trucker.  I didn't even pack a change
of clothes.  I just took off."



   "Won't he be worried?" I asked.



   "Maybe, but I couldn't care less," she answered listlessly.  "He'll be
pissed, I guess.  Nobody flaunts disrespect at Bill.  That's his name. 
Bill Crowder.  What do you want to know?"



   "Just start at the beginning," Lori said gently.  "Take your time and
tell us everything."

   ***

   I got married to Bill while I was still in high school.  He didn't want
me to finish, but I did anyway.  Bill is nine years older then me and it
was exciting to be dating a grown man and a cop.  He wasn't the chief then.
I met him at a ballgame one night.  I was a cheerleader and he was working
the security for the game.  We kinda hit it off and next thing I knew we
were married.



   My folks tried to talk me out of it, but I was in love and didn't may
them no mind.  Things were pretty good for a year or so.  Bill made captain
and the money was all right.  We had everything we needed anyway.



   Bill wasn't very happy that I couldn't have kids.  He moped around for a
few weeks, but got over it.  When they promoted him to assistant chief
things changed a lot.  Suddenly he had a lot of money.  We bought a big
screen TV, a new truck, and some new furniture.  I asked Bill where the
extra money was coming from, but he laughed and told me not to worry about
it.  He said something about perks.



   Two years ago the old chief was killed and Bill was made chief of
police. Bill changed a lot all of a sudden.  I mean he was always a bully,
but it got worse.  Before, he was mean to other people, but he started
being mean to me.  He's hit me for no reason sometimes.  There was even
more money then.  He bought a bunch of guns.  Rifles, shotguns, and
pistols. Bill had a fence company come in and put a six foot fence around
our house.  He said it was to keep the new big German police dogs in, but I
knew it was more than that.



   He was insanely jealous of me.  I didn't dare talk to any man, because
he would find out and hurt the guy.  He had his cops watching my every
move. He had always been jealous, but it got crazy.  Once I chatted with
the bag boy at the grocery store and Bill had his cops arrest the kid. 
They made up some false charges.



   Bill's jealousy was what made what happened next so weird.  He started
making me give his officers blowjobs as a reward for their work.  Does that
make any sense to you?



   At first he brought a cop home and made me flash by boobs at him.  At
one time or the other all his men saw my breasts.  I was humiliated and
embarrassed, but I knew better than defy him.  He'd go crazy and beat the
crap out of me.



   One day, George, one of his cops ran a speeder down and the speeder
turned out to be wanted for robbery somewhere.  Bill brought George home
and told me George needed a reward for his good work.  He insisted I give
George a blowjob.  After George left, Bill called me a lot of bad names. 
Slut, whore, and things like that.  He asked me if I like sucking on
George's cock.  I told him I had not like it at all.  That made him laugh
harder.  He said I was a liar and that I loved sucking cock.



   After that I sucked all of them off at some time or another.  Catch a
jay-walker, get a blow-job.  Even the only black cop on the force.  Bill
watched me while I did it.  He called me a nigger's whore and had the black
cop ejaculate on my face.  He made me go to bed without washing it off.



   All during that time, Bill didn't touch me sexually.  I knew he was
seeing a girl who worked at a café he used.  Shoot, everybody in town knew
about it.  He didn't bother to hide it.  Sometimes Bill would beat his meat
when I was sucking off one of his guys.



   I tried to kill myself once.  I took some pills, but they only made me
sick.  I ran away a couple of times, but Bill, or some of his men, would
find me and drag me back.  The last time I tried it, he tied me up in the
basement and he and some of his henchmen whipped me hard with their big
belts.  I guess he'll find me again.  He always does.

   ***



   Lori nor I said a word when Carol finished her story.  Lori got up, went
over, and hugged the distraught woman.  I didn't know what to do or what to
say.  I was aware that a lot of women live in an abusive situation, but I
had never met one before.  Somehow it made it personal, but I didn't know
what I could do about it except make Carol feel welcome.



   Over the next several days, Lori took Carol shopping and bought her some
clothes and personal items.  Lori lavished attention on Carol who seemed to
absorb the attention like a starving person takes in food.  Apparently they
talked a lot during their time together.



   "Carol said she has never had an orgasm," Lori said abruptly one night
while we were in bed.  "Isn't that incredible?"



   "Never?  Not in her whole life?"



   "Not with a man," Lori confided.  "Apparently she has managed to get
herself off with her fingers.  Her asshole husband found the dildo she
ordered through the mail and destroyed it and slapped her around.  I swear
I don't understand how any woman could put up with that kind of abuse.  Do
you?"



   "Fear," I suggested.  "Fear of what happens if they leave.  Fear of
getting caught.Ah, shit, no, I don't have any idea, Lori.  I guess it
conditioning or mind control."



   "Makes me realize just how lucky I am," Lori said, snuggling against me.
"I have a great husband, a great lover, and a rich man to take care of my
every need."



   "Yeah?  Who are these guys?  Do I know the other two?" Her hand found my
cock and she fondled it a moment.  That was all it took to wake little
Sammy up.



   "You know something?" Lori said easing down on my dick.  "No woman
should ever not have an orgasm.  You need to do something about that."
Since I was preoccupied at the time, I didn't catch what she said.  It was
later as we basked in the afterglow that it dawned on me what she said.



   "Me?  What the fuck do you mean, me do something about it?  Surely you
don't mean I should take advantage of that poor thing!"



   "It's not taking advantage," Lori said sleepily.  "She just needs a real
man to fuck her and make her feel like a whole woman.  You can do it,
Sammy. You're good at it."



   "Like that young chick would be interested in an old fart like me.  Get
real, Lori.Lori?" She was asleep.

   ***



   "How do you know she'd even be interested?" I asked Lori the next
morning at breakfast.  I tried to sleep in, but old habits die hard.  I was
awake at my usual time.



   "I'll ask her," Lori said grinning at me.  "Oh, by the way, there is an
article in today's paper about Carol.  It seems she is wanted for
questioning in a major burglary case in Tippinsville.  He must really want
her back bad.  There's a five hundred dollar reward for information.  Cheap
son of a bitch."



   "Hey, there people who'd sell out their mother for half that," I said.
"We should sic RJ on his ass." When Lori didn't respond I glanced over the
paper and saw her thinking hard about something.  "That was a joke, Lori,"
I said.



   "Yes, it was funny, dear," she answered without a hint of a smile. 
"Very funny, indeed."



   "Forget it Lori," I warned.  "What do you have on for today?  I'm at
your disposal all day since I have not a fucking thing to do.  Today,
tomorrow, next week, or even next year."



   "Are you suffering from seller's remorse?" Lori said laughing.  "I'm
taking Carol to the beauty shop to have her hair cut and dyed.  There's a
photo of her in the paper and I don't want somebody to turn her in for the
reward.  Sammy, if I ran off would you offer a reward for my return?"



   "Damned right I would.  I'd go as much as fifty bucks." Carol came in
wearing an oversized tee shirt that barely covered her beautiful ass.  It
was readily apparent she was braless, too.  A great eye-opener.



   "Good morning Carol," Lori said.  "Coffee is hot, so help yourself.  You
made the morning paper.  There's a five hundred dollar reward for your
return.  My cheap-ass husband just told me he'd offer fifty lousy dollars
for my return.  Guess who ain't getting any tonight."



   "Any what?  Oh, I get it," Carol said with a laugh.  "I wouldn't do that
if I were you, Lori.  I cut Bill off and it took him over a year to find
out about it."



   "Yeah, you're right," Lori said.  "I'll figure out some other way to
punish him.  I made an appointment for ten o'clock to get your hair done so
get a move on."



   "Why are you being so nice to me?" Carol asked.  "Not that I don't
appreciate it, because I certainly do."



   "I'm doing it because I'm just a nice person," Lori said.  "Sammy is
going along with it because he hopes to get in your pants.if you were
wearing any, that is." I nearly choked on my coffee.  Lori laughed.  Carol
smiled and gave me a look that I couldn't interpret.  That was the kind of
remark I would expect form Alice, but not Lori.



   After Carol and Lori left, I got some tools and puttered around the
house tightening screws and fixing things that didn't really need fixing.
After an hour of that crap, I went into the den and turned on the TV.  Out
of two hundred channels there wasn't a damned thing worth watching.  I went
to the shelve and got the DVD of Lori's orgy.  That was always a good way
to kill time.  It wasn't in the jewel case and I found the disk in the
player.  I was positive I put it away the last time I watched it.  That
night I mentioned it to Lori.



   "That was me, I guess," she said.  "Carol and I watched it a couple of
days ago.  I just forgot to put it up."



   "You watched it with Carol?  Are you kidding me?  Why?"



   "I was telling her about our party and rather then spend so much time
telling her, I showed her."



   "Really?" I said totally shocked.  "What did she think of the show?" I
managed to ask.



   "She loved it," Lori said laughing at me.  "She went to her room and
used the electric dildo I bought for her.  I don't think she ready to
experience it for herself, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happens soon.
What did you think of her new hair-do?"



   "I like it," I answered honestly.  It was much shorter and not blonde
any longer.  It was a coppery red or a rust color.  It looked good on
Carol. "Still looks pretty young to me though."



   "She's twenty four," Lori said.  "Plenty old enough.  When are you going
to make your move on her?" I grunted a neutral answer.  Not that Carol
wasn't a delicious morsel, she was.  My self-evaluation of the matter
seemed to indicate if was fear of rejection.  I couldn't handle rejection
when I was younger and I didn't want to start now.  Lori's nagging wasn't
helping things.



   Sometime after midnight I was awaken by soft lips on my cock.  It wasn't
unusual for Lori to wake me up that way.  It didn't matter because I didn't
have to get up early anyway.  I didn't have shit to do.



   When I put my hand in Lori's head, I realized it wasn't Lori's head. 
The hair was much shorter.  In the soft light I could see that it was Carol
going down on me.  She was an excellent cocksucker.  I thought about the
old joke where someone said the worst blow-job he ever had was wonderful.



   When Carol had me as hard as it was likely to be she took her mouth off
and whispered in my ear.



   "I want you to fuck me, Sammy," she said.  "Please fuck me and make me
come."



   I'd be a fool not to.  I quickly got rid of my shorts and I could see
that she was already naked.  Yeah, I made her cum.  I ate her sweet pussy
to a couple of orgasms and fucked her through three more.  During the time
I ate and fucked her, it seemed that her vocabulary consisted of "Oh God!"
and loud moaning with an occasional louder shriek.



   "Oh wow!  That was.great, Sammy," she said as we lay beside each other.
I was trying to get a good breath because I had put it all out there for
her.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you!  Lori said it would be this good,
but I didn't believe her."



   "Next time you better listen to what I say," Lori said coming into the
room.  "Move over Sammy and let me in the bed.  Do you have anything left?"



   "No, I don't," I muttered.  Apparently I was wrong.  Laying between two
beautiful, naked, and demanding women worked it magic on me.  I managed to
get it up one more time and the girls shared it.  I was asleep the minute I
came.



   I woke up with Carol sucking my cock again.  This time it was daylight.
She was on her knees between my legs.  Lori was watching as the young woman
sucked my cock.



   "I see what's happening here," I said groaned.  "You are trying to kill
me for the insurance, aren't you?" I asked Lori.



   "Nonsense," Lori said laughing.  "Carol is getting it up for me.  I
didn't get my fair share last night."



   "Am I a good cocksucker?" Carol asked.  "Every cop in Tippinsville says
I am." She went back to work until Lori pulled her off my cock.  Carol held
it and guided it into Lori's pussy.  All in all there are worse ways to
wake up.  Retirement didn't look so bad now.

   ***

   I'm going on record to flatly say that there isn't any one man alive
that can satisfy two horny women.  At least not for long.  Luckily there
was some help I could call on.



   Since RJ is Lori's favorite black stud I called for him to come and
assist me.  He was more than happy to do so.



   Carol seemed very interested watching RJ fuck Lori.  Me, I never get
tired of it.  I think it was RJ's second visit that Carol expressed
curiosity in trying some black meat.  Lori was willing to share RJ.  I had
taken Carol first and had her sizzling when RJ took over.  He did his usual
hard fuck and sent her into a spasm of organisms.  He fucked her for nearly
half an hour and filled her cunt with cum.  The next night she shared Ron
with Carol.



   Since I had taken a significance concern for Carol's welfare, it was
almost as hot watching RJ and Ron fuck her as it had been watching them
fuck Lori.



   "Where did you find that bitch?" RJ asked me.  We were sitting on the
patio relaxing with some beer after a hot and steamy fuck session.  I told
him how Lori happened to find her at the mall and some about her life.



   "Tippinsville, huh?" he said when I finished.  "I know where it is. 
That's rotten shit, if you ask me.  That fucker ought to be hung by his
balls." That kind of surprised me because I hadn't figured RJ as the
compassionate type.  "You want me to take a trip?" he asked me.  That
really surprised me.  Then it dawned on me.



   "Yeah maybe," I said.  "Lori told you about it, didn't she?" He gave me
what I assumed was a smile and nodded.



   "Yeah," he admitted.  "I'd need some expense money.  Not a lot.  Maybe a
couple grand to grease some wheels.  Nothing would come back on you, Sam.
You ain't got to worry about that."



   I got some cash out of my stash and gave it to RJ.  I realized that I
was probably committing some sort of violation of the law, but I really
didn't care.  That was on a Wednesday afternoon.



   We didn't see RJ or Ron for several days.  Little Joe came by to visit
with the ladies on Friday night.  Lori asked him if he had seen or heard
from RJ or Ron.



   "Naw, not for a while," he said.  "They're busy doing something,
somewhere off and gone.  They'll be back pretty soon.



   Little Joe was the first of the men to fuck Carol's ass.  She didn't
seem particularly thrilled with anal sex until Little Joe and I doubled up
on her.  She did like that very much after we got into it good.  Lori
stroked and talked soothingly to Carol while Little Joe and I fucked her
together.



   That was the first time Lori had ever touched another woman sexually
that I was aware of.  I nearly shot my load when I saw Lori take Carol's
nipple in her mouth and bite it.  That bite, sent Carol into a massive
climax and set off a chain reaction.  I came hard, then Little Joe did. 
There was no way I could have held off another second.



   While Carol and Lori showered I asked Little Joe if he hadn't really
heard for Ron or RJ.



   "That Carol is a damned good piece of ass, ain't she?" Little Joe said.
"Not as good as Lori, but she'll come along with time.  I could use some
more of her cunt." I reminded him he had not answered my question.  "Sammy,
my man," he said smiling at me.  "What you don't know, you can't testify
to, can you?" He watched the bathroom door like an eagle waiting for a
rabbit to appear.  "Yes sir, that's some mighty fine pussy."

   ***



   RJ and Ron were back by midweek.  I was dieing of curiosity, but
remembering Little Joe's caution, I didn't asked them about anything about
their absence.  My curiosity was satisfied two Sunday mornings later.  The
papers were full of the story.



   On Saturday the State police had pulled a massive sting operating. 
Every police officer including a female dispatcher was arrested on a wide
variety of charges.  Bill Crowder was shot and killed during his arrest.



   There was some mystery how that shooting happened.  Some of the
witnesses said Crowder was surrendering and others said he was resisting.
An unidentified black state investigator was believed to be the officer who
shot and killed Crowder, but the facts were murky.  Apparently no one
seemed to know exactly who the black officer was.  The investigators were
running ballistic tests to determine who had shot Police Chief Bill
Crowder.



   According to the paper, Crowder was running a drug operation in
Tippinsville.  They found drugs and a bunch of cash.  His officers were all
involved to some degree and were stumbling all over each other to turn
state's evidence.  Tippinsville was on the map now.



   It was hard to read with Lori and Carol hanging over my shoulders,
grabbing at my paper.  I watched carol's expression as she read or Lori
read the account to her.  Her face clouded up, but only for a moment.  I
guess it's hard to feel sadness toward someone who abused you.  Good
riddance to bad rubbish, I say.  The world is a better place.



   When RJ showed up later that afternoon I asked him where he had been all
weekend.



   "Here and there," he said giving me an evil grin.  "Mostly here, if
you'll remember.  I'm ready for some hot white pussy.  Got any around?"

   ***



   Since the police were looking for Carol and she wasn't a suspect she
went back to Tippinsville to talk with them.  I made sure she had a lawyer
with her just to make sure everything was kosher



   The authorities had all of Crowder's possessions tied up.  Carol and her
lawyer managed to expedite the insurance settlement and sell the house
because it was joint owned property and not a part of the drug operation.
She didn't stay there any longer than it took to make depositions and
settle what she could.  She was back home and in our bed after only three
days.  It took another few days to get her money.

   ***



   Since Alice was a part of the group who bought me out, I hadn't spent
any time with her.  I knew she and Lori and now Carol spent some time
together, but I stayed away from her.  I wasn't pissed, it just seemed like
the thing to do.  I was surprised when she called me one Monday morning in
late summer.  She invited me to lunch.



   "So, how it going?" I inquired after we were seated.



   "Not worth a shit," she answered bluntly.  "We lost some backing and
it's going to leave us on the messy end of a very shitty stick.  How's it
going with you, Sammy?"



   "Apparently a lot better than you," I answered just as blunt.  "What
happened?"



   "You heard about that shit in Tippinsville?  Unknown to us, some of our
backing was the fucking police chief down there.  He had a small investment
company.  The state seized all of those assets and we're hurting big time.
I think we're going to go tits up." I didn't answer for a long time while I
considered the problem.  The company kept the name "The Thomas Group" so it
was my name what was going down the shitter.



   "You know that Carol was the chief's wife, don't you?" I asked Alice.



   "Yeah, I do now," she answered.  "Would have been good to know that
before things turned to shit.  Oh, don't look so worried.  I'm not blaming
her or anybody.  Just rotten timing, I guess."



   "What will it take to pull your chestnuts out of the fire?" I asked. 
She named a figure looking hopefully at me.  The bottom line is I bought
back half of the company for about a fifth of what they paid me for it. 
They were saved and happy and I had a place to go when I wanted to.  Win,
win.  Sometimes life is just too fucking weird to get a handle on.  My
advice is to grab hold and hang on for the ride.  Life itself is Ageless
Beauty.

   The end.





   (I think my position on spousal abuse should be clear from this story,
but if not let me say, I'm against it in whatever form it may take.  No one
should have to put up with it.  A reminder that this is fantasy.  Please
don't confuse real life with the fantasy world because nothing good can
come from it.shooter)

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