Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Steven ----- Terri's husband, Steven, had been having weird dreams. Not that they were in the least unpleasant. In the dreams, other women were in bed with him, alternately going down on him and fucking him. His wife always watched from the doorway of their bedroom, set back in the shadows, masturbating. It was always vague, but he knew she was really getting off on watching, by the way she was gasping. At various times during their marriage, he had heard her gasp like that, when his tongue had found just the right spot and assaulted it relentlessly. Sometimes Terri was giving the other woman, or women, instructions on what to do. And sometimes in the dreams, after Steven had climaxed, whether in the mouth or cunt of the woman with whom he was being shared, Terri would go downstairs and the women would fuck. Steven imagined that his imagination was just working overtime. Nor could he blame it...for it seemed his wife had lost all her sex drive. Just the other night, the guys had all gotten together at Scott's home for a party. Scott's wife, Angela, had gone to the video store and chosen what she deemed an "appropriate" video for a boys' night out, then had wisely left the guys alone to enjoy it. The porn starlet in the movie bore an uncanny resemblance to Terri, and after watching the first scene, where the young blonde actress took on three mailroom boys, Steven excused himself and hurried home. Extremely turned on, he had crawled into bed with his wife with a raging hardon. But she had only pushed him away. It seemed that this was becoming the norm. Terri was also spending more and more time away from home. When he would ask her about it, she'd often snap at him, asking why he mistrusted her so much. He also noticed--but didn't ask about--her new wardrobe. Miniskirts, camisoles, halters, lace bras and panties, corsets, garters, hose. Steven was growing increasingly frustrated. So when Carrie, a temp working in his office, invited him first out for lunch, then later out for dinner, he went. Danielle ------- Revenge was sweet, the pretty brunette reflected to herself as she stepped out of the shower and toweled off. The ruined look on that uppity little blonde bitch's face, when she found out that her wedding ring had been pawned, had been worth a thousand orgasms. Not that Danielle wasn't already off to a good start in achieving that number, she smiled to herself. On the drive home, she had handled rush hour extremely well, wisely using the time to reacquaint her pussy to her favorite vibrator, to the tune of three orgasms. She gave herself another when she slid the cum-covered toy into her tight ass. The bewildered motorists around her had clearly never seen anyone so happy about bumper to bumper traffic. Once home, and in the shower, she had let her fingers do the walking, and twice more had peaked. Then she had adjusted the shower head and laid down on the shower floor, spreading her legs and letting the high-powered jet of water beat down on her clit. Four more cums, as she imagined her hapless secretary's tongue serving her down below. Climbing onto her bed, Danielle shed her towel and her fingers found their mark again. With her left hand she played with her clit; with her right hand, she fucked herself with first one, then two, and finally three fingers. She felt great but the only problem was, her hands were beginning to ache. Danielle wished her slave/secretary were there to service her. Then, she thought evilly, why do I have to wish for it? I own the fucking little whore! Panting heavily, the saucy brunette picked up her phone, and punched in a number she knew by heart. A number which would make a pager go off somewhere across town. A page that, if not responded to within ten minutes, would result in a number of interesting packages and letters being mailed out to the husband of a certain blonde bimbo. Danielle put the receiver back in its cradle. She laid back down on the bed, where the pillow was wet from her hair....and the covers were wet from her dripping cunt juices. She waited. When the phone began ringing, she decided to let it ring for awhile. Smiling, she brought her middle finger to her mouth, and took it in, lustfully sucking her delicious nectar from it. Revenge was very sweet, indeed. Carrie ----- The young redhead was riding her lover for all she was worth. The fact that he was a married man only excited her more. Besides, considering all the things the man's wife had done to her best friend over the years, Carrie felt absolutely no remorse. This wasn't the first time she'd fucked Steven, of course....but it was the first time that he was aware that she was fucking him. And Carrie wanted Steven to know, exactly what it meant to be fucked by Carrie. Carrie loved being on top. She was in control, and she could put her lover's cock in just the right spots. And, when she felt him close to cumming, she could easily back off and let him cool down a little bit. Which she had done several times, over the past two hours of this mind-blowing fuck. "OH GAWWWWWWDDDD.....YEAH LOVER......FEELS SO GOOD.......YEAH!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie articulated. "Yeah.....your wife doesn't know.....what she's missing....YEAH!!!!! YES!!! YES!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie bucked, holding on for dear life, as the two lovers climaxed simultaneously. The redhead's vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted around Steven's spurting, pulsing cock, as he filled her hole with his gooey seed. When Carrie finally eased herself off Steven's dick, she noted that he was still hard. That just wouldn't do. Taking him in her mouth, she followed up the fuck of his life with what she hoped would be the blowjob of his life. She first teased the tip, until he grabbed the back of her head and urged her to take him all the way in. Which she gladly did, slurping and sucking his magnificent cock until he was again spurting his creamy delight, this time into her warm, wet mouth. Carrie eased out of bed. Her lover made to do the same, but she gently--but firmly- pushed him back down. "I just have to go do something. I'll be back in awhile. Stay here." "My wife--" Steven began. "--is most likely going to be out, doing god knows what, until well after midnight. You said so yourself. Stay here in bed.....and I expect that gorgeous, throbbing cock to be ready and waiting for me when I get back." To emphasize, the voluptuous redhead took Steven's semi-hard prick into her mouth, giving it a few slurps. Was that a stirring? Carrie didn't wait to find out. Throwing on a nightgown, she left her home and hopped in her car. She pretended that she had no idea where she was headed, but in reality she knew exatcly. She passed the point of no return as she guided her car toward the exit which led to Terri's house. Ok...so I *am* curious. So sue me! she kidded herself. All kidding aside, Carrie had found herself very aroused during her previous encounters with Terri. She had not wanted to admit it in front of Danielle, however. But with the barrel that Danielle had Terri over, Carrie effectively had an automaton who would do whatever she liked, and move at whatever pace she liked. Idly, the young girl wondered if the blonde slut would recognize the taste of the cum in Carrie's pussy, as that of her husband Steven. In any case, it wouldn't matter. Carrie planned on telling her. Terri ---- The blonde's ass hurt. All the toys--and men's cocks--which had been up her ass the past few days, had torn up the membrane of her anal canal. But the worst part was actually the itching, as her reamed asshole healed. Many times Terri had half hoped that Danielle would send her to a hotel room full of men to fuck her tight asshole some more. Aside from that, Terri was still trying to regain her balance. She had been well-endowed before her mandatory, Danielle-imposed boob job. Now, a triple-D, her equilibrium was off, and she had actually nearly fallen forward a few times. And of course, there was the staring, whenever Danielle sent her on some mindless errand. It didn't help any that her boss had prohibited her from buying new clothes, and she was confined to practically bursting out of the outfits she had. Standing in her bedroom naked, looking in the mirror at her tear-streaked face, her obscenely giant boobs, and her jet black (dyed) pubic hair (to make people think she was not a natural blonde), Terri wondered how she'd been reduced to this. Just yesterday, it seemed, she had been one of the city's top saleswomen. Well, now she was another kind of saleswomen, she thought bitterly. A whore. Her thoughts were cut off by the shrill sound of her pager. When she checked the number, she saw that it was Danielle calling her. More humiliation and degradation. As Terri squeezed her huge tits into her dress, nearly ripping it, she sobbed openly. Then, bringing herself under control, she headed out to perform her duties for her boss.