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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Unknown to the pretty wife, her dissatisfied husband has a hooker befriend and seduce her while he takes photos. *** 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 5