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Archive name: Divorce.txt
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : A Quick Divorce
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Unknown to the pretty wife, her dissatisfied husband has
a hooker befriend and seduce her while he takes photos.
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by Caesar, copyright © 1991 1996, ed.
Carla, a.k.a. Christi, looked around the expensively
decorated master bedroom. There were abstract paintings
on the wall, a sculpture of a naked woman without arms
in the corner, and a bear rug near the fireplace at the
end of the huge bed. She sat down comfortably on the
king-sized bed, her feet not even reaching the floor,
and she sunk down into the extremely soft quilt and
mattress.
Carol Trudeau entered the room, a bottle of wine in one
hand, two long-stemmed wine goblets in the other. She
looked over the thin small woman, noticing her long legs
and round face. A tremble of excited desire ran through
her as she took her eyes off the temptress. She set her
items down, then began to pour two full glasses of white
wine. She could almost feel the girl's eyes on the back
of her body, looking at her silk clad legs to her still-
firm asscheeks, and up to her long mane of hair.
When the glasses were full, she turned around and handed
one to Christi while giving her a warm smile. For a long
minute the two of them stared into one another's face,
taking in each other's features. Christi, the younger of
the two, was definitely the prettier, possessing sexy,
youthful features with a suggestion of innocence. She
was only fifteen, but told Carol she was twenty-three.
Carol was thirty-nine, thin and tall, with almost an
athletic body. Her face still looked like she was
thirty, her body twenty, her attitude forty.
Carol held up her glass, "Toast," she waited until
Christi held up hers, "to a wonderful friendship."
Christi smiled sweetly. "And to a long night!" For a
second, Carol froze, then she smiled extravagantly and
took a long drink. Carol was the first to set down her
drink, then leaned forward to kiss the younger girl's
lips. Christi set her goblet down then wrapped her arms
around her friend's neck and returned the kiss, more
passionately.
Soon Carol was laying over the other, kissing frantical-
ly, her hands feeling a firm round breast covered still
in her sweater. Christi looked up over the woman's
shoulder towards the dresser mirror. She smiled with her
eyes, knowing that Mr. Trudeau was somewhere in the
house, watching a hidden camera behind the mirror. The
two ladies were moaning, and Christi was playing it up,
her legs wrapping around the other's waist, her arms
wrapped around the strong back, her hips pressing rhy-
thmically upwards into the other's crotch.
When the older woman was sucking on a small attractive
ear, the younger spoke passionately. "God, I never knew
it could be like this! I love you so much!"
Between nibbles, Carol responded, "I love you, too, my
little flower!"
Truthfully the two of them had only known each other for
two days. Yesterday, Carol's buggy had bumped into
Christi's at the supermarket, toppling her groceries.
After that incident they met for a quick lunch and be-
came quick friends...and more! Christi told her new
friend of her loneliness while sharing a bottle of red
wine that same night- her husband left her a few months
ago. While Carol opened up and told of her loveless mar-
riage, one thing led to another, and Carol had kissed
the Christi's lips, softly and lingering. Christi began
to cry, wrapped her arms around her new friend to thank
her for being there, then she promptly left. The next
day they met for supper at a fine restaurant, where
Carol had suggested returning home for a nightcap. To
her surprise her friend agreed. Carol tried and suc-
ceeded in seducing the younger woman until they were
both here.
Almost without a word, both separated from their heated
embrace and rolled off the mattress, standing at either
side of the big bed. Carol smiled at her new lover and
unbuttoned her blouse, slowly stripping herself for the
pleasure of her friend.
Christi watched with wide, almost innocent eyes, then
pulled her sweater over her head. A gasp escaped Carol's
lips upon seeing the magnificent breasts, round, large,
but very firm. A tiny nipple topped each, elegantly
pointing towards the ceiling at a slight angle. Almost
embarrassed of her own bosom, Carol let her bra fall off
her shoulders.
Christi's eyes glued to the large tanned nipple, her
hands unbuttoning the front of her tight jeans while
Carol let her own skirt drop to the floor. Underneath
she wore only a pair of stockings and lace panties in
preparation for this evening.
The young girl stepped out of her jeans then spoke up.
"Oh Carol," she murmured, starring at her friend's long
legs and see-through panties. "Please let me...?" She
motioned with her head, then crawled across the wide bed
to kneel directly in front of Carol's waist, while Carol
waited with barely- contained excitement.
Christi bent forward and planted a kiss on the black
skimpy lingerie panties. Carol moaned deeply and loudly,
unashamed of the erotic energy she was feeling. The kis-
ses became firmer, and lower, going up and down the
covered cleft of the woman's already wet vagina. The
forty-year-old woman was pressing her hips outwards, her
legs spread and her left hand cupping the long hair of
the young girl. Her enjoyment was loud and satisfying.
Carol had her eyes closed and her attention was so
riveted to her sexual organ that she didn't notice her
lesbian lover hook her thumbs into the tight panties
and pull them down. They fell to her feet without her
even knowing it. The first indication that she was bare
was when a warm slimy tongue slid gently into the cleft
of her outer lips, tickling and teasing the hard bud of
her clitoris.
If the older woman knew anyone was in the house, she
would not have yelled out as loudly as she did. The
whole house seemed to shake with the love sounds of a
woman rising towards orgasm. With one hand cupping her
slightly sagging, but attractive, breasts, the other
holding her new friend's head against her stomach,
Carol had her first orgasm with another woman. A bolt
of electricity shot out of her clitoris and spread to
every inch of her body. Christi guided the woman as she
collapsed onto the bed. The last sensation that Carol
had was of warm hands holding her up, then she drifted
off to a sexual bliss.
Christi worked quickly. She lay the unconscious older
woman in the middle of the bed, then spread the woman's
legs as wide as they would go, flowering out her very
wet pussy. The girl pulled off her panties and arranged
herself over the woman's face. Just before she fell
forwards onto the woman's belly, the door to the bed-
room opened.
Mr. Trudeau walked in, a devilish smile on his face.
"You're doing excellent, Christi!" He looked very
pleased.
For a second she was worried the older woman would wake
from her slumber. "Perhaps good enough for that bonus
you promised me?"
"You earned that already. I'm very pleased - I may even
double it!" He closed the door behind him, letting the
two girls get on with "business."
Carol woke up, her whole body aching with a joyous hum.
She could feel her cunt being fucked, and something
playing with the electric-sensitive clitoris. It took a
full minute before she realized it wasn't a cock inside
her vaginal hole, but a finger expertly sliding in and
out in time to the licks of the tongue on her love bud.
With a moan and wiggle of her hips she opened her eyes.
An inch in front of her face was the overwhelming sight
of a naked ass and almost hairless vagina. Carol remem-
bered who it was that was eating her. "Hmm...that's de-
lightful, my love." She kissed the underside of the
girl's left buttock.
The tongue came off the clit, and the shapely ass wig-
gled seductively and yearningly. With a panting, plead-
ing voice, "Please, Carol! Lick me! Make me cum!"
Carol studied the first cunt that she had ever seen
close up, the flowered inner and outer lips, the dark
opening pulsating with almost a beat of its own, the
slimy clear liquid dampening the surface of it all. And
of course she could see the girl's anus, a dark pink,
wrinkled puckered rear muscle. Again it wiggled pleading
while the girl moaned loudly. Carol closed her eyes and
stuck her tongue out. She came into contact with the
inner lips, wet with the secretions of her excitement.
She noticed the taste of the nectar, strong, musky-
sweet. She pressed into the soft wet folds, and her
tongue glided into the vaginal hole until her face was
pressed up against the warm body. A flood of wetness
drenched her face and covered her tongue - some even
slid down her chin to her neck. Her nose was pressing
against the hard anus, a new smell wafting up her
nostrils. Carol was hooked!
Christi hugged a naked thigh, groaning out loudly, while
also pressing her ass back against the face, arching her
back downwards causing her ass to push out and her
vagina to flower even more. The woman behind her was
inexperienced, but soon began to eat pussy the way she
had enjoyed it done to her. The tongue mostly concen-
trated upon the sensitive clitoris while sidetracking to
"fuck" the cunt. The older woman wanted to touch every
part of her new lover's sex. She licked every fold of
the pussy; she forced her face hard against the ass to
stick her tongue as far into the welcoming hole as it
would go. She attempted to "fuck" the ass hole with a
hardened tongue but the muscle was too tough for her.
She made so much noise eating the girl that the pleasure
sounds were almost drowned out.
When Christi had an orgasm, Carol didn't stop eating
her out, but continued with the same gusto that she had
begun with. Christi recuperated very soon and also re-
started to eat her friend's still wet gash. Both women
were heavily into the pleasurable sixty-nine, juices
were coating faces and hands, tongues were getting sore,
while open mouths were aching. Fingers found their way
into cunt holes, imitating a cock's performance. Hands
were reaching between the sweaty bodies to play with
breasts and nipples.
Within half an hour both were laying in each other's
arms, laying on their backs, trying to catch their
breaths. The older woman's stockings bunched up around
her knees and the zealous activity made her look at
least her own age. The opposite with Christi - it made
her look even younger than her short years. The younger
girl's hand was mindlessly stroking the older woman's
hairy cunt, a finger sliding in and out as if massaging
it back to life, while the older woman was playing with
the breasts she always wished she had been born with.
They were talking softly, quietly to each other, about
little insignificant things, their next rendezvous,
measurements, sexual experience.
In fact, Carol was surprised when the girl told her she
had never been with a woman, but the simple sight of the
skimpy lingerie had inflamed her so much she went out of
control. The woman giggled when the girl graphically
told her how she loved every second of her own cunt
being eaten. They both promised to try and outdo them-
selves next time.
"Well, Carol..." Both woman jumped at the sound of a
man's voice. "I had to come in and thank you!" Mr.
Trudeau was standing in the doorway, his hands on his
hips, looking down the length of the bed at the two
naked woman.
Christi spoke, "What are you doing here? I thought you
were going to let me leave first!" She sat up.
Carol was stunned - here was her husband walking calmly
into his wife's infidelity and talking to her lover as
if they knew each other.
"A change of plan, my dear," he said. "If you would
kindly dress." He laughed, ignoring the significantly
more attractive girl as she slid out of bed and stared
at his wife, who curled herself into a ball, confused
and scared. "You see, my darling, your little affair is
all I need to seek the divorce I had been craving for
so long!"
The unfaithful wife shot up in bed. They had never had
a wonderful marriage, but divorce hand never even come
up. "My God, Ray..."
"Shut up!" he roared. "You can't see them, but there are
three cameras in this room, each capturing a wonderful
view of your slutty performance." He pointed to the
three well-hidden cameras.
Carol got up onto her knees at the edge of the bed,
ready to beg for her husband's forgiveness, to plead
for him to let her stay. He waved the quickly-dressed
young girl over to his side.
"No one believes a old woman who sleeps with fifteen-
year-old hookers, darling." He took out a roll of
hundred dollar bills, and handed them to the young girl,
who frantically grabbed them then shot towards the door.
Before exiting she stopped suddenly, then turned around,
not able to meet the eyes of Carol. "It was fun, Carol.
Another time, another place..."
Christi left, wanting to escape from the deceitful act
she had a part in.
When she heard the front door slam shut, Carol began to
cry. She fell back onto the middle of the bed and let
the tears come. Her husband stood there, watching her,
no emotion showing on his face. Some self-control came
over her and she thought she would try one last thing
before she would accept her husband was kicking her out,
leaving her with nothing.
Carol stopped crying and put on a seductive smile,
spreading her legs wide. One hand stole down to her
flowered-open vagina, ignoring the gentle ache of the
overly-used organ. She manipulated herself, pretending
excitement, hoping to attract her husband, but only
felt self-pity and horror at her situation. Over the
years she had come to know what turned her husband on,
some things they hadn't even tried. Carol brought her
knees up to her chest and let her hand slip down to
her anus, sliding her own finger into her backside.
She began to moan as she "fucked" herself, her acting
very convincing since she was trying to save her life.
Ray watched it all without saying a word or moving a
inch. Though Carol could see a definite bulge in his
pants, he never even attempted to intervene. So she
had to continue the show, feeling nothing but pity
and hate for what she was willing to do.
She tried to talk to him. "Darling, I'll make it up to
you! Here, yes, fuck me here in my asshole. I'll do
anything you ask, baby." She pulled her finger out of
her asshole and watched his eyes as she licked that same
finger. She sucked it clean then added more spittle,
quickly slipping it back into her butt hole. It was
going in and out faster. "Tell me you're just kidding
about a divorce and I'll do anything for you!" She
reinforced the statement with a deep groan of pleasure.
The groan of pleasure turned to pain as Ray turned and
walked out the open doorway. Carol curled herself into
the fetal position, crying hysterically, not knowing
what she could do to win her husband back.
Ray returned and stood there for only the few seconds
it took to throw a videotape onto the bed before he left
the room again. This time the sound of the front door
echoed around the room.
Carol finally knew it was over, her marriage was ended,
and she was alone!
K r i s t e n B e c k e r
ftp://asstr.ml.org (is the home of my collection)
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