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Visual Feast
by Lord Malinov

~~~

I knew Trish was growing restless.  Part of it was the winter.  She 
doesn't like the cold.  She doesn't like the constant chill that 
shivers her bones and she doesn't like the formless thick layer of 
wool she needs to fight the chill off.  Trish longed desperately for 
those bright sunny days when spring finally surrenders to summer.  
We had early February.  I would have taken Trish on a cruise, if we 
could have afforded the time, but we couldn't and so there was no 
point in dreaming of lazy bikini clad lounging on a tropical deck.  
Winter would have to be endured.

But it was more than just the weather.  I don't know.  It was many 
things.  Trish had been struggling lately with the sheer tedium of 
life, the day-in and day-out attention to everyday responsibility, 
doing her part to make our lives manageable.  I could see it in her 
eyes, the weary ocean-blue gaze of a woman who had dreamed of a 
faster, more exciting existence, where her skills were sharp and 
feared, where her will to conquer roused an active wariness in her 
foes. Trish wanted more.  I knew it, but what could I do?  We had to 
get past the present before anything would change.

Anyway, I was wishing I could give Trish something to get her jets 
started, to stir her from the doldrums of her boredom.  We had a 
sitter for Saturday night and I thought I'd take her out for a good 
Italian dinner and then some dancing at one of the hotter clubs 
downtown.  She always liked that.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Trish asked as she pulled a brush 
gently through her golden blonde hair.  A faint dose of makeup had 
given her features a subtle, arousing beauty and with the soft curls 
imparted to her long, fine hair, Trish looked truly stunning.  I 
stood in the bathroom door, watching her tits rise succulently with 
each lift of her tortoise-shell brush.

I told her the plans I had conjured, pleased with myself for finding 
a itinerary I believed would please Trish in every way.  Looking at 
my reflection in the mirror with pleading, limpid eyes, Trish 
slightly opened her mouth.  My prick stirred rapidly at the sight of 
her desire.

"Listen," she said, although my attention was already rapt, "I was 
talking to Linda, you know, my hairdresser, and she asked if we'd 
like to come to a party at her place."

"Sure," I said at once.  Trish resumed her brushing, smiling wickedly 
as she spoke.

"She's a wild girl, you know, and I think this is going to be a 
pretty wild party."

"Oh," I said, completely intrigued by the hints I read in Trish's
blush. 

"I mean, we don't have to stay if we get there and . . ."  Trish put 
down her brush and pulled her hair back to catch it in a dark comb.

"Sure," I said.  "What kind of wild?  Beer and biker wild?  Opium 
lords and kickback payments?"  I shrugged and smiled nervously.  If 
it weren't for my wish to please my wife, I would probably rarely 
venture out at all.  Trish has always found new ways to make my blood 
surge.

"Well, no," said Trish.  Her pink nipples hardened tight despite the 
bathroom's steamy heat.  "You'll like Linda," she said.  "She's very 
pretty, with thick chestnut hair and big brown eyes that always seem 
to be implying something naughty."

"Oh," I said.  "Oh."

I watched lasciviously as Trish pulled a pair of white lace panties
over her exquisite round ass.  Although we have three children,
Trish looks better today than she did when I met her, barely ripe at
twenty-two.  I savor every glance I steal of her firm, lithe body. 
Trish knows I watch her and loves me more for my focussed attention,
teasing me with flashy bends, slow hip swings and gratuitous
squeezes of her tits.  She slowly pulled on a pair of white
stockings, deliberately taunting my stare as she adjusted the lacy
tops so they would grip the creamy flesh of her lean thighs.  Trish 
took a blue dress from her closet and stepped into the opened neck.  

"Zip me," she said.  I rushed to my husbandly duty.  "How do I look?" 
she asked, twirling away from my fingers just as I closed the zipper. 
 The royal blue of her silky dress reflected in her eyes and I 
marvelled at the joy Trish seemed to feel.  I lavished her with 
praise.  Then as she stepped into a pair of blue pumps, I noticed the 
slight jiggle of her loose breast under the snug fit of her dress.  
The bump of her nipple pushed on the fabric.

"Very nice," I averred.

Since we had an early sitter, Trish did allow me to take her out for 
a bite of Italian food.  The host, a young dark man stared 
indecorously at my wife as he showed us to our table, hungrily 
studying the pale flesh exposed by her low neckline and the waggle 
of her caboose under her short skirt.  Trish gobbled the 
youth's attention with a provocative smile.  Charmed to be the 
escort of such a dish, I gallantly ordered us a more mundane
meal. Trish never could resist a big plate of clams and buttery 
fettuccine, a warm basket of bread and a bottle of Chardonnay.  As we 
ate, Trish spoke excitedly about how much she really wanted to just 
forget everything for a while and let go.  She told me briefly of the 
struggle she was having with feeling unexpressive in her role, 
dashing into talk of hope and a craving for some real excitement.  
Trish had been an actress, before life grew serious, and I knew 
exactly what she wanted; the roar of the crowd.

Linda lived in a reasonably normal suburban house in a neighborhood 
of hedges, lawns and young trees.  Although a north wind streamed 
cold, Trish stood, uncharacteristically calm, warmed perhaps by some 
inner fire.  As promised, a beautiful brunette opened the door with 
wide, intriguing eyes and a slightly lascivious smile.

"Trish!" said Linda, happily.  "I'm so glad you could come."

"I just had to," said Trish.  "Linda, this is my husband, Steve."  
Linda turned an inquisitive glance toward me.  I nodded.

"Charmed," I said.

"I hope so," said Linda, her voice tickling me as she took my hand 
and drew us into the house.  A faint grey smoke hovered in the 
living room, rich with the sweet aroma of incense, smoke and food.  
The entrance hallway had been fairly well lit, but only dim lights 
illuminated the other rooms.  I counted maybe a dozen people sitting 
on the sofa, standing by the window, lounging on large throw pillows 
scattered over the rug.

"Everyone," said Linda in a quiet voice which nevertheless caught the 
group's notice  "This is Trish and Steve."  A few voices spoke 
general greetings from the shadowy reaches.  "Can I get you something 
to drink?" Linda asked.

"Sure," said Trish.  "Let me help."  Turning to me, my wife said, 
"Mingle," and she went laughing toward the kitchen.  I looked at the 
dark room, hesitantly.  Small talk is not my forte, and I felt doubly 
quelled by the intimacy that seemed to pervade the room.  People 
spoke, but in almost hushed tones.  I took a turn around the room, 
studying the crowd, looking for some public note to chime in on or, 
at least, some reasonable place to stand.  I finally settled in a 
comfortable chair and leaned back to watch.  

A short red-haired woman with a slim figure and jutting round bottom 
stood to one side.  I leered indecorously at her rear, guarded in my 
impolite stare by the dark.  After several minutes of study, I 
concluded from the soft bulges of her pale skirt that Blaze (as I 
dubbed her) wore garters but no panties.  A buxom bleach blonde spoke 
with quiet animation to a dark, sinister looking fellow.  Her legs 
had long, sculptured lines that made me yearn for the last hidden 
inch up her skirt.  Another dusty haired woman . . . 

"There you are," said Trish, handing me a glass.

"Pretty wild," I said with a jovial sarcasm.

"Yeah," said Trish, clinking my glass with hers.

"You know what," I said quietly, "I have never seen such an 
attractive bunch of people."

"I know," Trish said, sitting on the arm of my chair and brushing a 
hand along my thigh.  "This should be great."

"What will?" I asked.

"All right," said Linda, "we're ready to get started."  Linda stepped 
into the middle of the room.  "Let's put on a show.  Jim, could you 
turn on the television?"

Jim stepped over to a reasonably large television set against the 
wall opposite my chair and after a quick search of the 
controls, clicked it on.  The screen flickered slightly and then 
focussed.  

"Turn down the music," said Linda as she nestled down on the sofa.
Jim obliged, turning the stereo knob.  A picture formed on the 
television.

A woman, a tall, oriental looking woman sat on the edge of a bed.  
Looking directly into the camera, she smiled with a broad, lovely 
smile.  Hands, strong, masculine hands reached around from behind the 
woman and began to unfasten the buttons that ran down the front of 
her black dress.  She wiggled as the hands slowly descended to the 
next button.  Turning slightly, she said, "This is fun."  A glimpse 
of the man behind her revealed a strong, broad shouldered man.  His 
fingers grew more deft, unhooking each button with greater speed.  
She smiled and then waved at the camera.  Reaching the final button, 
he drew back the open front.  She wore a black lace brassiere and 
french cut panties that dipped just beneath the pucker of her belly 
button.

"You look fantastic," he said softly as he pulled the dress from her 
shoulders and down her long arms.  She shivered slightly and licked 
her red lips with a long pink tongue.  He fumbled behind her, working 
at the clasp of her bra and with a jerk the garment fell limp.  Faint 
nipples tipped her well-formed breasts, poking forward as he cupped 
her tits and squeezed.

Trish moved down off the arm of the chair and next to me.  I moved 
over slightly and she began to stroke my prick through my trousers.  
Nervous, I took a look around the room, where all eyes were fixed on 
the television.  Hands roamed licentiously, lifting several skirts to 
revealing heights.

"Wild," I whispered to Trish.

"Look," she said, wide-eyed.

The man had crawled out from behind the woman.  His strength 
dominated the scene as his broad, hair covered chest rippled with 
muscles.  He pushed down his briefs to release a large meaty club 
which evoked sighs and groans from several of the women among us.  
The oriental woman smiled gratuitously at the camera and then dove 
down to bury the thick cock in her mouth.  Her pantied ass turned 
toward the camera as she sucked.  He mumbled something and she 
reached back to pull the black panties down.  A gleaming scarlet 
pussy, framed in wisps of black curls, churned before the lens.

The familiar aroma of musk overwrought the haze of incense and I 
gently slipped a finger between Trish's thighs where I found the 
source of the heady scent.  She wiggled with a moan, pressing her 
clit up against my touch and I obliged with a constant stroke through 
the frail lace.  A different, lighter moan erupted on the other side 
and I turned to look.  As I suspected, Blaze wore no panties.  Legs 
spread wide, the fiery red-head rubbed her clit with a fury.  The 
gentleman beside her slipped a finger between her swollen lips.  My 
prick ached.

I looked around the room, witnessing a dozen mastubatory acts over 
the hard and the moist.  I smiled wickedly, rubbing Trish with 
abandon.  On the screen, the big fellow knelt behind the thin dark 
woman and fucked mightily while she screamed, "Please Mark, fuck me, 
fuck me, fuck me."

"I should fuck your ass," he growled, leering at the camera.

"Yes," she cried out, "fuck my ass."

Linda rose from the sofa with a whisper and pulled a elegant looking 
gent behind her.  I nudged Trish.  "I wonder what they're going to 
do?" I asked, grinning.  Trish leaned over to see them escape.

"I wish they'd do it here," she said, laying back and spreading her 
lean legs a little wider.

The couple on the television exploded joyfully, wildly, sloppily and 
the tension in the room seemed to subside.  The couple dressed and 
left the bed empty.  No one moved and I wondered what the next scene 
would be like.  Linda and her gent moved into the view.

Trish hit me.  "Look," she said in an excited whisper.  "It's Linda."

"She has the same yellow dress," I responded.

Linda jumped up onto the bed and crawled until her yellow bottom 
shook in front of the camera.  She reached back and lifted the hem, 
revealing the yellow and red flowered panties covering her globes.  
After a brief pause, she pushed down the panties.  I gasped and so 
did Trish.  Her pink pussy dripped in the glimmer of bright lights as 
she leaned back toward the camera, opening the swollen lips to reveal 
the deep crevice within.  The twisted bud of her pink asshole seemed 
to wink as she began to lean forward.  Linda raised up onto her 
knees, making her ass a supple round heart.  The blonde gent's head 
appeared between her legs and Linda lowered herself down over his 
face, pressing her deep cunt before the lens while the tongue teased 
upward from below.  

"I can't believe this," said Trish, rubbing her own pussy now.

"Me neither," I replied.  Peeling my gaze away from Linda's beautiful 
wet pussy, I managed to take a look around the room.  Naked cocks 
throbbed in the grasp of friendly hands.  The blonde squeezed her 
bare tits while the man she had spoken with licked her pussy.  Linda 
began to squeal and pushed her weight down on the assaulting mouth 
below.

"Look," I said, nudging Trish.  She didn't respond, staring 
mesmerized as a thick pink cock prepared to enter Linda's wet 
pussy.  "Look," I persisted.  "It's them."

Trish leaned forward and let her gaze follow my gesture.  The tall 
oriental woman and her beefy friend walked in from the hallway and 
took Linda's place on the sofa.

"Do you think . . . ?" said Trish.

"They're fucking upstairs," I said.

"Wow," said Trish. 

"Wild," I replied.  Trish slid off the chair and dashed over to kneel 
beside the sofa. 

"That was great!" I heard my wife say.

"Thank you," said the woman, leaning forward.  They spoke in quiet 
whispers, so I leaned back and watched while Linda spread her legs 
wide and sucked the pink cock.  

"C'mon," said Trish, taking my hand.  Instinctively I followed.  

"Wait," I said, nervously as we began to go upstairs.  "What are we 
doing?"

"I want to watch Linda fuck," she said excitedly.  I followed 
obediently.  I wanted to watch Linda fuck.

Light streamed out of the open bedroom door.  We moved into the 
doorway.  Three tall halogen lamps stood sentry behind the camera 
which stood on a tripod.  Linda sat on the bed, her pussy spread 
wide, and sucked the man's cock eagerly.  My cock hardened rapidly.  
Trish reeked of arousal.  Standing behind her, I put my hands around 
her breasts and squeezed.  Her nipples were like rocks.  The cock 
in Linda's mouth began to gush wildly, sending mad spurts over 
Linda's pretty face.  Giggling, she tried to aim the fountain between
her waiting lips.  The man groaned and let loose a savage yell.

Trish began to applaud and squeal.  Linda licked her lips and fingers 
and smiled.

"Hey doll," Linda said happily.  "Your stage next?"

"Can we?" asked Trish.  My eyes opened wide and my stomach flipped.

"Sure," said Linda.  "Just look into the lens and say 'fuck me'."  
Trish dashed forward.  I followed reluctantly.  A small television 
stood poised beneath the camera, reflecting the ongoing photography.  
Trish stepped into the picture, smiled and waved.  

"C'mon," she said to me.

"What?" I mumbled, dumbfounded.

"Get on the bed and play with yourself," Trish commanded.  "I'll take 
care of the rest."  I walked to the bed and crawled into the center, 
as far from the camera as possible.  Blushing, I looked at my tiny 
face in the television.  Trish turned back to face the lens, pulled 
down her dress front to hug her bare tits, and smiled. 

"Ooh, fuck me!" she squealed in a campy way.  Trish can be a ham.

Linda laughed hard, leaning against the doorway.  "Go girl," she 
said.

"Don't you like my titties?" Trish asked, teasing her nipples.  "Show 
me your cock," she said, "and I"ll show you more."  Obligingly, I 
pulled off my trousers and yanked down my briefs.  It proved 
difficult to undress gracefully while a dozen people watched. 

"Mmm," said Trish, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. "I do 
like that stick."  She turned to Linda.  "Can we get a better picture 
of the man's tool?"

"Sure," said Linda, still standing naked in the doorway, looking with 
interest at my dick.  "There's a remote and a zoom."  Trish picked up 
the small remote and pushed a button.  The lens moved forward, 
missing me.  I tried to move into view, but it proved difficult to 
get a proper placement, so far away.

"Linda," said Trish, stepping out of her dress, "could you run the 
camera for us?"

"Well, sure, doll," said Linda, unfastening the camera from the 
tripod and placing it before her dark eye.  "C'mon, Hon, show me your 
meat."  Focussing the lens aimed at my dick, Linda put one foot up on 
a black trunk against the wall, offering me a glimpse of her moist 
pink pussy.  

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said Trish, "The hero!"  My stiff cock 
throbbed.  "That's enough, Linda, on with the show."

"Sorry, love," said Linda, backing up and pointing the lens at my 
wife.

"This is one of the numbers I used to do when I worked at Fanny's up 
in Balmer," said Trish, spinning rapidly around.  She stopped, aiming 
her tits at the camera with a squeeze and licked her lips.  "Stiffen 
those cocks for me."

Always one to follow directions, I stroked my prick.  Trish danced a 
few turns and stops, bouncing her big tits and swinging her wide 
hips.  I watched Linda at times, her nipples getting hard and the 
juice still slowly glistening over her thighs.  I watched Trish as 
she pushed her bottom to the camera and winked at me.  I watched the 
monitor to see the prize as Trish slowly let her panties fall, the 
slender swollen lips of her golden-haired cunny, shaking on the 
screen as her tits gently swayed as Linda aimed down deep as she 
leaned down and spread her thighs, exposing another stiff clitty.

Nude excepting her white stockings, Trish jumped up the bed and 
laying back, her knees raised up, she fingered her cunt while the 
camera explored and Trish lifted her ass to let the whole picture of 
her juicy folds fill the screen and she leaned to take the tip of my 
prick in her mouth.

Trish sank my cock deep into her kiss, waving her white and pink tail 
at the lens and Linda moved forward and backward and upside and in, 
capturing every direction of our lascivious meeting, the throb of my 
prick and the quiver of cunt and a delicate breast with a hardened 
brown nip and the kiss as I licked Trish's clit and the thrust as I 
drove my dick deep.

Trish knelt before me, her tongue on my prick.  Linda knelt beside
her, the camera almost tasting the slurp.  I rubbed my cock hard and
shot my lust wild and wet and gushing over Trish's sweet cheeks. 
Linda laughed as Trish squealed and I yelled my ecstasy.  Linda
licked a thick glob of my juice from Trish's cheek and I shuddered
and came faintly again.

"You were incredible," said Trish with a passionate kiss, wiggling 
her naked ass at the still alive camera.  "I want to do that again."

"Later," I promised.  "But only a short rest, you vixen" I said and 
slapped her bare butt.

Another couple, the buxom blonde appeared in the doorway.  I pulled 
on my trousers and stared at her tits.  I can't help myself.  I love 
naked women.

"I wouldn't bother," said the dark naked man who accompanied her.

"What?" I asked, reeling in my leer at his girl.

"Don't put your pants on," he said.  "You two set off an orgy 
downstairs."

"Really?" I asked, watching as Linda embraced Trish with a laugh.

"Wild," he said.  "You two were great."

"Wild," I said.  "C'mon, Trish.  Let's go see the party."  I 
put my arm around my still naked wife and another around Linda.  I 
squeezed a pair of breasts and turned back to glimpse the buxom 
blonde's bottom.  "Have fun," I said.  

Downstairs, we stood in the doorway of a dimly lit spectacle, as 
bodies writhed naked, intense over the floor.  The blonde on the 
television sucked her man's dick.  Moans and rapid slaps resounded in 
the dark.

"Can I get you anything?" Linda purred.  Trish looked up at me, 
smiling.

"Please," I replied.  "A drink would be nice."  Linda went back into 
the kitchen.  I looked around.  "What do you say we just watch?" 
 Trish fondled my prick with a naughty grin.  "Wild," I said.  "You 
are so wild."

~~~

Malinov

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