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Carol's Weekend
by Bundal (bunda1@aol.com)

***

A guy loses a gambling bet. His loses included his 
wife's pussy. She's not all that disturbed by the 
prospect. (MMF, wife-sharing, husb-voy)

***

'So how was your game last night?' she asked brightly 
as Ian came into the kitchen. Without replying he 
walked over to the coffee percolator and poured himself 
a cup before turning to face her, his buttocks resting 
against the work surface.

'OK,' she said, laughing, 'so how much did you lose, 
#50, #100. More?'

His gaze induced a little flutter of concern in her 
stomach as he slowly sipped his coffee.

'Rather more than that I am afraid,' he said quietly. 
Dropping his eyes to the floor he mumbled something 
that she could not catch.

'How much?' she queried, her tone hardening a little.

'I lost you,' he said quietly, unable to look at her.

'What on earth do you mean, you lost me?' she replied, 
her voice tinged with nervous humour.

'It was the last play of the night,' he said, 'I had an 
incredible hand and the betting just kept going on and 
on, but I knew I couldn't lose so I just kept on going. 
Eventually it was just me and Frank left and the pot 
was massive. I ran out of money and the rules state 
that you can't borrow from anyone around the table. 
Anyway Frank said that he would offer me ten thousand 
against you.'

Carol stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified 
almost to hear the outcome, yet knowing it already. 
'And you lost?' she whispered.

'Four tens to his four queens,' replied Ian. 'I 
couldn't believe it. Anyway I told Frank that I would 
deliver the cash to him today but he just looked at me 
as if I had gone mad and told me that the bet had been 
you not $10,000.'

'And if I don't go to him, you lose the contract, is 
that it?' Carol finished for him.

Ian shook his head, miserably. She watched the tears 
roll down his face and turned her gaze away from him 
not because she was ashamed to see her husband cry but 
so that he could not guess at the flutter of excitement 
that coursed through.

For several minutes there was absolute silence before 
Carol dared to speak.

'What conditions am I supposed to accede to?' she asked 
in a firm, businesslike tone.

Ian started to tell her that they would not go through 
with it but she cut him short, asking again what the 
conditions were.

'We are supposed to go and stay with him at his house 
in the country next weekend and he will have total 
control over us for forty-eight hours.'

'I see,' said Carol and stood and left the kitchen.

In the bedroom, alone, she stood in front of the mirror 
and opened her bathrobe letting it fall to the floor. 
She appraised herself in the looking-glass and was 
proud of what she saw. A lean, well-proportioned body 
with firm breasts, a flat stomach, long athletic legs 
at the juncture of which lay her hairless pussy. 
Staring at herself she reached down and touched her 
slit and as she knew it would be, felt the wetness on 
her prominent lips.

'So Frank is going to fuck me, eh?' she thought. And 
smiled.

That evening she waited until Ian had settled in front 
of the TV before she entered the room and stood in 
front of him.

'I will go through with this,' she said in a tone that 
begged no interruption, 'on one understanding.

'You chose to value me in a bet at ten thousand pounds 
with no regard for me. Well I will do whatever Frank 
wants with no regard for you, because I want to. 
Neither you nor any man could force me to settle your 
bet against my will but in my settling it you will pay 
dearly for having treated me this way. Do you 
understand?' Looking down at her husband she saw him 
nod miserably before she turned and left the room.

On the Tuesday evening the phone rang during the 
morning. Carol picked up the receiver and was surprised 
to find that it was Frank.

'Before you say anything, Carol will you please listen 
to what I have to say?' he said in a calm tone.

When she did not reply he spoke once more. 'Ian has 
told me that you have agreed to settle his outstanding 
debt to me but if you say to me now that you do not 
wish to then I will say no more and further I shall not 
cancel the contract with him.'

There was a pause of several long seconds before Carol 
replied. 'I will clear the debt,' she said simply.

'Wonderful,' Frank said calmly, 'then I require you to 
do the following. Get a pen and paper and jot this down 
so that you do not forget.'

Her heart pounding she cradled the phone between her 
ear and shoulder and wrote down exactly what he said. 
When he had finished speaking she said goodbye and set 
the phone down. She looked down and self-consciously 
pulled her finger from her soaking pussy, fascinated by 
the fact that it was there in the first place.

Aroused beyond belief and amazed at her reaction she 
walked over to the fridge and opened the door. Reaching 
inside she took out a small cucumber and sinking to the 
floor she opened her robe, spread her legs and slid the 
vegetable deep into her sopping cunt. Minutes later she 
lay on the floor of her kitchen, gasping for air as the 
dark, green phallus slipped from her engorged lips. 
Rarely had she experienced such an intense orgasm.

***

Friday arrived with the inevitability of every other 
day and after Ian left for work Carol packed their 
cases and set about preparing herself for the events 
that lay ahead.

When Ian returned she had everything ready and after a 
quick snack they loaded the car and drove the two hour 
route to Frank's weekend retreat. As their car crunched 
noisily over the gravel they both saw Frank open the 
door of the large house and wave to them. Stopping the 
car they both got out and after initial greetings were 
done they unloaded the car and followed their host into 
the cool hallway.

'This way,' Frank commanded them, calmly, yet with an 
air that was not easy to disobey as he led them up the 
flight of wide stairs to the first floor. Opening a 
door on his right Frank stood back and allowed Ian who 
was behind him to enter.

'Give me Carol's suitcase, Ian,' he said quietly. There 
was a short pause before Frank repeated the statement, 
an edge of hardness entering his voice. Unable to look 
at him Ian handed over Carol's case. Stepping back into 
the hall Frank stretched out his hand, inviting Carol 
to proceed down the hall. Without looking at Ian she 
did as she was invited.

'Here we are,' said Frank stopping and opening a door 
that gave onto a gloriously decorated master bedroom, 
dominated by an enormous bed. Stepping past her he 
placed the case on a table against one wall. 'I will 
see you in thirty minutes downstairs,' he said smiling 
warmly at her, 'you will not speak to Ian from now on 
without my express permission, nor will you touch him 
or allow him to touch you in any way.'

Carol let out her breath as the door closed behind him 
and surveyed the room and its furnishings before she 
opened her suitcase and found some space in the 
wardrobe to hang her clothes. She stared at the large, 
sealed brown bag that lay at the bottom of the case and 
picking it up placed it on the centre of the bed before 
finding the en-suite bathroom and freshening herself 
up.

Meanwhile Frank was standing in front of Ian in the 
guest bedroom. 'Remember, Ian, that I own both of you 
for the next forty-eight hours. You will do exactly as 
I say at all times and without hesitation. You know the 
consequences should you or Carol fail me in any way.'

As Ian nodded his head Frank took in the noticeable 
bulge in Ian's trousers and smiled to himself.

Carol found her way to the large drawing room exactly 
on time to discover Frank sitting at a desk writing 
while the strains of a Puccini opera floated softly 
through the room. Looking up at her entrance he smiled 
warmly and beckoned her over to him. She came and stood 
before him and closed her eyes as she felt his hands 
rest on the outsides of her thighs.

Slowly he raised her short summer frock until her high 
cut white panties were fully displayed to him. Gently 
he massaged the round, taut cheeks of her arse, 
watching intently as the fabric of her knickers 
stretched tightly over her pudenda, perfectly outlining 
her shaven lips. Ever so slowly, under his careful 
massage, a small dark spot started to grow on the 
fabric.

Behind her Frank saw Ian enter the room and stop 
abruptly as he saw the powerfully built man caress his 
wife's perfect buttocks.

'Go outside and return in five minutes, Ian,' ordered 
Frank. Ian hesitated only briefly before he turned and 
left the room.

'Carol, please kneel down and take out my cock,' he 
said calmly, 'and then if you would be good enough to 
suck it for me please.'

Carol sank, trancelike, to her knees and reached 
forward to draw the zip of his trousers down. Reaching 
into his pants she seized his cock and released it, 
unable to resist the little gasp that came as she saw 
the size of his semi-erect member. Grasping it by the 
base she lifted the heavy head to her mouth and slid 
her lips over it.

Almost immediately she felt his tool begin to stiffen 
and grow as she ran her mouth up and down its length, 
twirling her tongue around its sensitive tip. She 
squirmed slightly as she felt her pussy spasm and 
release a trickle of moisture into her rapidly 
dampening panties.

Ian was reasonably hung but Carol revelled in the sheer 
size of Frank's cock, longer and thicker as it was. She 
felt Frank's hands slide under her arms and gently lift 
her off her knees. Her mouth lost contact with his 
prick and she frowned inwardly. She had expected to 
suck his beautiful cock for a while more.

'Take your panties off, Carol,' he told her, 'and place 
them on the edge of the desk.'

Carol did as she was told, secretly revelling in the 
now large, wet patch that clearly showed on the white 
cotton. Carefully she placed them on the top of the 
desk before turning back to Frank once more. Grasping 
her waist he pulled her towards him and she felt the 
engorged knob of his manhood prod between her 
glistening lips as he raised her skirt from behind.

Gently yet firmly he drew her down and she moaned as 
she felt him stretch her wide, driving his cock deeply 
into her until she was sitting astride him.

'Stay perfectly still,' he said quietly as he arranged 
her skirt demurely over her thighs so that it was 
impossible to see anything untoward in their position.

At that moment Ian returned and Frank swung the office 
chair around until the pair of them faced him as he 
stood uncertainly in the doorway. 'Sit in that chair, 
Ian,' said Frank motioning to an armchair directly in 
front of them.

Silently Ian did as he was told. Carol watched her 
husband sit down, his eyes flickering between the floor 
and the united couple in front of him. Abruptly he saw 
her panties on the desk and Carol distinctly saw his 
cock twitch in his trousers as he realised the full 
situation.

The faintest of moans escaped her lips as she felt 
Frank's cock pulse strongly in her cunt and her urge to 
rise and fall on his prick was almost intolerable yet 
his hands held her waist firmly, resisting her attempts 
to move the monster between her lips.

Then suddenly he moved in her, pulling her effortlessly 
upwards before letting her fall back onto his slick 
tool. Carol tasted blood as she bit her lip. Pain and 
ecstasy mingled for her as he drove his cock deeper 
into her than she had ever had one before. Again and 
again she felt herself rise and fall and she leaned 
forward slightly, resting her hands on her knees as his 
giant cock filled her soaking passage.

She opened her eyes as she heard Ian grunt and saw him 
shift uncomfortably in his chair, his trousers tenting 
at the front.

'See how your husband loves to see his beautiful wife 
get fucked by a proper cock,' exclaimed Frank with a 
touch of amusement in his voice. Sure enough as Carol 
watched she saw a stain spread on the front of his 
trousers and realised that her husband had just 
ejaculated. A small tinge of compassion for her husband 
was swept away as Frank hauled her down once more onto 
his cock.

On and on he pounded into her, seemingly oblivious to 
the sensations she knew her tight cunt must be 
producing for him and still she heard his breathing 
steady and normal until all sound for her was drowned 
out in the scream of ecstasy she uttered as wave after 
wave of climax swept over her. Frank held her tightly 
as she shuddered and trembled on his lap, feeling her 
juice spurt out from her plugged cunt to dampen his 
thighs.

Without effort he lifted her off him, his prick exiting 
her with a lewd sucking sound that carried clearly to 
Ian.

'Take your clothes off Ian and your delectable wife 
will clean you,' Frank ordered and watched as Ian stood 
and discarded his garments until he stood naked in 
front of his kneeling wife, droplets of come matting 
his pubic hair to his groin.

'When you have finished with Ian join me on the terrace 
outside Carol. Ian you may go to your room.' With that 
Frank tucked his wilting prick into his trousers and 
left through the french windows.

Ten minutes later Carol joined him as he leaned over 
the balcony. 'Thank-you Frank,' she said simply. He 
turned and smiled at her then looked out over the beach 
and the people who passed before them.

Ian watched them from his window as they stood close to 
each other, talking. His emotions lay in tatters 
realising just how much it had turned him on to see his 
wife ride that big prick. Incredible.

As he watched he saw Frank's hand slide down Carol's 
shapely back and rest for a moment on her covered 
behind but it stayed still only for a moment or two 
before pushing the fabric up over her waist to expose 
her beautiful, firm buttocks. Ian realised that anyone 
glancing from the beach towards them must be able to 
see his wife's bare pussy and the thought swelled his 
rapidly hardening cock still further.

He was fully hard when, after dipping his forefinger 
into Carol's wet cunt, Frank slid it forcefully into 
her anus causing her to cry out at the pain and arousal 
of its entry. Slowly and casually his finger wormed in 
and out of her as she struggled to control her 
breathing.

Supporting herself on the balustrade, Carol felt her 
knees weaken as her breath began to come in little 
pants. The sensations he was inducing in her were 
breathtaking and she kept biting her lip to suppress 
her moans, acutely aware that any loud noise would 
undoubtedly draw attention to them from the passing 
people not thirty yards away on the beach.

Very soon Carol shuddered into another orgasm, not so 
intense as before but nonetheless very pleasurable. 
Once she had recovered she straightened up and 
announced that she needed the lavatory.

Frank smiled at her, his finger still hooked in her 
arse. 'By all means, Carol,' he said with a broad 
smile. As she turned to go his finger bent a little in 
her arse and she stopped abruptly. 'Here,' he said.

Carol turned slowly and looked into the man's eyes. She 
could not believe that he had said that and there was 
no way that she was going to pee there on the balcony 
for anyone to see but his eyes held hers steadily and 
she felt her resolve ebb away as she realised that he 
was perfectly serious.

Some minutes later Ian sprayed his watery spunk onto 
the window as he saw his wife release her stream where 
she stood. Once more the pure eroticism of the 
situation had proved too much and control had deserted 
him.

Downstairs Carol closed her eyes as she felt her hot 
liquid fall from her legs to splash around her ankles. 
Despite herself she felt so highly charged that she 
wondered if she was going to pass out. Her nipples 
ached to be released from the confines of her dress and 
her clitoris seemed almost to be vibrating of its own 
accord so sensitive was it.

Pulling her around in front of him, Frank turned his 
back on the beach and opened his zip. Despite the fact 
that his body obscured her as he pushed her to her 
knees Carol had never felt so lewd in all her life. 
Here she was about to go down on a practical stranger 
in broad daylight, within calling distance of perhaps 
ten people.

Not even a whore would take a risk like this she 
thought to herself as she engulfed his fat cock in her 
willing mouth. She knew though that her pussy was 
practically on fire with this new feeling and despite 
herself she was unbelievably aroused.

Reaching up she began to pump his cock with her small 
hand as she worked her tongue frenziedly around his 
shaft.

As if reading her mind Frank suddenly spoke, 'Suck it 
you tart. Take my cock all the way in like a #100 
whore.' Carol renewed her frenzied attack on the head 
of his cock as the words tumbled over her. Recognising 
the lack of malice in the abuse did nothing to 
alleviate the added thrill it gave to the situation.

'That's it slut, suck my cock,' he continued, 'taste it 
you fucking whore,' again and again he used the words 
and each time seemed to have more effect than the last 
until Carol's cunt juice was flooding down her thighs 
as her hand rubbed hard at her clitoris.

Just as she came she felt him shudder. 'Do not 
swallow,' he said clearly before firing an incredible 
amount of hot cum into her aching mouth.

Despite his order she had to swallow a little while 
more squeezed around the edge of his prick and rolled 
down her cheeks. Pulling his cock out of her he dragged 
her limp body to her feet and kissed her lips before 
moving behind her so that once more she was on show to 
anyone who cared to look in their direction.

She felt his breath hot on her neck as he breathed into 
her ear. 'Now you may,' he whispered. In a trance Carol 
let his warm spunk slide down her throat only dimly 
aware that she had never swallowed Ian's cum before in 
their entire time together.

Taking her hand he led her back into the main room of 
the house where he fixed them both a long cooling 
drink. Once seated he watched Carol as she struggled to 
come to terms with the events of the last few hours and 
was pleased when he saw her eyes grow calm. Telling her 
to finish her drink he then ordered her to the bedroom 
that they were to share for the next two nights.

Once upstairs Carol stripped off and went through to 
the bathroom to shower whilst Frank sat on the bed and 
opened up the bag that she had bought. In it were 
several different items that he had told her to buy at 
an extremely seedy shop in one of the more run down 
areas of the city where they lived.

Presently Carol came through, wrapped in a towel. 
Immediately she saw the items spread out on the bed she 
blushed causing Frank to smile at her obvious 
embarrassment.

'Come here Carol,' he said, holding out his hand to 
her. She approached the bed and as she reached him he 
stood up and gently catching her around the waist bent 
her over the bed. Carol watched, fascinated, as the big 
man reached onto the bed and took a tube of KY jelly.

Guessing what was coming next she relaxed her body only 
to tense briefly as she felt the coldness of the jelly 
liberally smeared onto her tight puckered anus. 
'Relax,' she heard his say softly and a moment later 
she felt the blunt tip of the dildo she had seen him 
take from the bed rest against her tight hole.

Taking a deep breath she concentrated hard on relaxing 
her sphincter as she felt him gently yet firmly work 
the fat rubber cock into her anus. At one point its 
sheer width caused her to cry out but in the same 
moment she felt the rest of it slide into her until 
only the t-bar was left visible. He stroked her bottom 
for a moment before helping her to straighten up.

Gingerly she adjusted her position and found that apart 
from the feeling of fullness it gave her she could move 
freely and without discomfort. Turning her around he 
pushed her gently onto the bed and carefully slipped a 
pair of heavy chrome balls into her cunt. Finally he 
held out a pair of thin rubber panties that she had not 
seen before and told her to put them on.

'Finish getting dressed and then go downstairs and wait 
for us,' he said in a hushed voice that did not quite 
hide his excitement. With that he left the room.

When she had readied herself she went down the long 
flight of stairs and as no-one was about made herself a 
gin and tonic, settling on the settee to await 
developments.

As she sat she was very aware of the items he had 
placed in her and the heat she was experiencing from 
the tight rubber pants she wore. Everytime she moved 
little pleasurable tremors flicked though her body.

Twenty minutes later the two men walked into the room. 
Ian was dressed in unbelievably tight jeans that did 
nothing to hide the bulge of his cock and a dark, 
mustard coloured shirt. Frank was dressed in an 
expensive cream coloured suit under which he wore a 
shirt and tie.

'Shall we go?' he said amiably and turned to leave the 
room. Rising too quickly Carol let out a small yelp of 
pleasure as the balls moved in her hot pussy and she 
stumbled past Ian, ignoring his curious gaze.

Frank told her to get in the back of the car with him 
and handed the keys to Ian telling him to drive and 
warning him not to drink any alcohol that night.

The run into the local town took ten minutes but after 
just a couple Carol was squirming in the back seat as 
each time the car passed over a bump in the road the 
butt plug dipped a little deeper into her.

Once parked the couple followed Frank until he turned 
down a dark alley and stopped outside an innocuous 
door. Tapping gently on it in an obviously coded way, 
he stepped back and a second later the door swung open.

The three of them stood in the dimly lit foyer until a 
girl, dressed in a black leather basque and stockings 
arrived and led them to a table close to a small stage. 
Frank ordered a bottle of wine for them and shortly 
afterwards it was delivered to the table by the same 
girl who had let them in. She explained that she was 
there to see to their every need for the evening. Frank 
smiled knowingly.

Suddenly Carol jumped in her seat and groaned out loud. 
Ian along with everyone else in the small room stared 
inquisitively at her as she sat rigid, her hands 
pressed firmly on the table top staring desperately 
down to her legs. After a moment she seemed to relax 
and with a gasp she slumped back into her chair, 
looking hard at Frank who simply smiled and took his 
hand out of his pocket.

She could hear the other guests talking and laughing 
and somehow knew that she was the centre of every 
conversation in the room. She saw Ian look at her 
speculatively as she stood up and asked the girl where 
the lavatory was. Once directed she moved off across 
the dimly lit room.

Frank caught the waitress by the arm, whispered in her 
ear and watched as she followed Carol across the room.

When she reached the ladies room Carol found a cubicle 
and sat down. Raising her skirt she pulled the front of 
the black, rubber panties down and looked at the small 
cord that extended out of her pussy. Just as she did 
the door of the cubicle swung open and Carol saw the 
waitress swiftly enter, closing the door behind her.

'Excuse me,' Carol said angrily, 'I am using this 
lavatory at the moment. Would you kindly get out.'

'I will when you have finished,' smiled the girl, 'I am 
here to make sure that you do not remove anything that 
you shouldn't.'

Carol knew there was no point in protesting and sighed 
deeply. 'Be my guest,' she snapped and with that pulled 
the panties down and proceeded to sit down on the 
lavatory. Angrily she stared at the young woman who 
stood close to her and her anger increased as she saw 
the girl simply smile back.

With difficulty Carol managed to pee before she stood 
up, re-arranged her underwear and pushed past the 
waitress with a curt, 'Happy?'

She was halfway back across the room when the love 
balls buried in her pussy burst, once more, into life. 
Carol's knees buckled and she would have fallen but for 
the fact that she managed to steady herself on the 
shoulders of a man sitting close to her. Unable to 
speak she was aware of the curious look on the man's 
face as she leant against him panting for breath.

As suddenly as it had started the intense vibration 
stopped and Carol managed to rise. Muttering sorry to 
the man who now wore an amused expression she walked 
carefully to her table. As she sat she looked hard at 
Frank who merely grinned and slid his hand into his 
pocket. This time she felt the plug in her arse pulse 
and once more she was reduced instantly to a 
breathless, moaning mess.

For the next half hour they sat, barely speaking, 
drinking wine and sampling the little delicacies that 
the waitress brought to their table. Suddenly the 
lights dimmed and a soft light spread over the stage 
drawing their attention to it.

A moment later two women appeared on the stage and to 
applause from the audience began to strip and fondle 
each other. The audience watched as the two girls went 
through a standard lesbian scene, ending with them 
sixty-nining each other to orgasm.

Carol noticed Ian squirming in his seat as the girls 
performed and could clearly see his tightly constrained 
cock bulge against the material of his jeans.

After a small pause the girls left the stage to 
applause to be replaced by two men who proceeded to 
copy the act of the two girls. Carol had never seen two 
men together like this and although it was not entirely 
to her taste she found the scene strangely erotic.

Several more acts followed, each more exciting to her 
than the previous, almost as if the whole show had been 
aimed at bringing her to a pitch of excitement. Several 
times Frank had activated the items in her which she 
now realised were radio-controlled and she knew that 
her pants were awash with her own secretions.

On stage a beautiful girl was sucking the enormous 
prick of a stunning black man whilst she plunged a 
dildo in and out of her slick pussy. Carol could not 
believe that the girl could possibly be acting as she 
slid sideways onto the floor of the stage and fucked 
herself mercilessly to orgasm, groaning and screaming 
in her delight while the black man stood watching her a 
grin on his lips.

As the girl lay there whimpering Frank leaned forward 
to Carol. 'Finish him,' he said simply.

Dazed and aroused at her own sexual frustration Carol 
moved like an automaton to the front of the stage. The 
black man advanced and held his cock proudly out in 
front of him. Without a word Carol took his massive 
hardness in her mouth and began to suck.

The audience watched in absolute silence as this 
beautiful woman who they did not know fellated the 
actor for their pleasure... It did not last long and 
with a broad grin the man jetted his spunk into the 
girl's mouth, pulling his cock out halfway through to 
shoot a wad of hot come into her face. The audience 
went wild as the lights dimmed and Carol slumped back 
into her chair.

Frank leaned forward and Carol felt him slip the straps 
of her dress over her shoulders to reveal her creamy 
tits to the entire gathering. Ian had never seen his 
wife's nipples so hard before. Then to the delight of 
the audience Carol brought her fingers to her face, 
wiped the man's come off her cheek and massaged it into 
her breasts.

'Ian,' said Frank evenly, 'go and get your wife some 
tissues from the men's room.' With a desperate look at 
his wife Ian did as he was told and limped away across 
the floor.

Turning her chair to face him Frank addressed the 
blonde. 'We can leave now Carol,' he said earnestly, 
'or we can stay. Needless to say, if we do stay you are 
going to be the centre of attention for the rest of the 
evening.'

Carol stood and for a moment Frank thought that he had 
misjudged her and that she was going to leave. She 
stood looking at Frank for a long moment and then with 
an elegant wiggle she let her dress drop to the floor. 
There was a moment's silence before the room erupted in 
applause at the sight of this gorgeous woman standing 
amongst them clad only in a pair of rubber panties and 
high heels.

Reaching up Frank firmly grasped her stiff nipples and 
pulled her down to kiss her, smiling as he did so. When 
she stood upright once more she realised that she was 
more aroused than she had ever been in her life before. 
Ian watched as his wife stepped up onto the stage and 
in full view of everyone slowly drew the rubber pants 
down her long legs.

Silence rained as she drew the two chrome balls from 
her pussy and lasciviously licked them clean before 
tossing them to Frank who caught and pocketed them in 
one deft movement. Then she stepped down from the 
raised platform.

Imperiously she looked around the room until her eyes 
found Ian. Pointing at him she beckoned him towards 
her. Hesitantly he approached the magnificent form of 
his wife, sweat glazing his forehead. Meekly he stood 
there as she undid his jeans and in full view of the 
assembly wrapped her fist around his straining prick 
and led him to the stage.

Pushing him onto his back she straddled his stiff prick 
and then sank down unerringly onto it so that in one 
fluid motion it was engulfed by her sopping pussy. 
Slowly and easily she began to ride her husband for the 
entertainment of the audience who had a perfect view of 
his knob sliding in and out of her hole.

***

An elegant woman in her early forties stood up and 
walked to the front of the stage and leaning forward 
gently licked Carol's tits for a moment or two before 
going on her way to the ladies room. Ian felt his balls 
contract painfully and he shot his remaining spunk up 
into his wife's hot hole.

After a moment Carol stood, watery cum dripping from 
her pussy and reaching between her legs caught some in 
her palm and licked it off. Then she twisted at the 
waist and looked lovingly at her husband. 'Sorry,' she 
mouthed before turning to the audience once more.

The look of challenge was clear for all to see.

From the back of the room a middle-aged man stood up 
and strode forward. Without a word he grasped Carol and 
lifted her easily off the stage. Silently he turned her 
and pushed her down so that her arse was raised high 
and her tits were squashed onto the carpeted floor of 
the stage. Without pre-amble he whipped his hard cock 
out of his trousers and slammed it into Carol's 
dripping cunt.

Savagely he rammed in and out of her making her moan 
and groan with the sheer power of his thrusts. Frank 
watched as this demure, beautiful suburban wife shoved 
her hips back to meet the hard thrusts of the complete 
stranger, her husband lying on the stage, jeans around 
his ankles, grimacing as his tortured penis began to 
swell again.

On and on the man fucked her as she called out 
obscenely, urging him to shaft her deeper and harder 
until with a loud shout he straightened and pumped his 
seed deep into her.

As Frank watched another man came forward and, turning 
her on her back, took over where the first man had left 
off. As he pistoned into her Frank turned on the butt 
plug and Carol let out a scream of pure pleasure as her 
body was wracked by her convulsing climax.

Man after man took her that evening, ramming her cum 
filled twat, tweaking her nipples, mauling her tits 
and, as each one fell away, she called out for more. In 
her frenzied state she willingly tongued out the cunt 
of more than one woman who climbed onto the stage and 
lowered themselves onto her face.

Hot cum ran down her thighs, between the cheeks of her 
arse and puddled under her buttocks. Her cunt glistened 
under a coating of sticky spunk as she screamed out in 
total wanton abandonment. And all the while her husband 
and Frank watched.

Eventually it had to end and, when the last man had 
withdrawn from her, she lay still on her back, gasping.

Slowly she raised herself and walked over to Frank. 
Once more she lowered her face to his and kissed him 
hard. 'Thank-you,' she whispered into his ear.

Frank stood and, signalling to Ian to follow, he walked 
her out of the club to the rapturous applause of the 
assembled patrons. Naked, she followed him down the 
alley, cum running down her legs, to the car. As she 
climbed into the back seat of the car, Frank smiled at 
the serene smile that lit her face.

When they reached Frank's house he helped her out of 
the car and together they walked onto the terrace with 
Ian following. Without a word Ian sank to his knees and 
gently parted his wife's thighs.

Gently and carefully he licked and cleaned her 
enflamed, distended red pussy. When he had finished he 
stood up and left them, returning to his room without a 
word.

Frank reached between her legs and carefully pulled the 
butt plug from her arse. She looked at him and lust 
returned to her eyes. 'I know,' he said quietly and 
undid the zipper of his trousers to free his cock.

She took it in her hand and gently massaged it to 
stiffness before leaning down and wetting it with her 
mouth. Then she bent over the balcony and spread her 
arse cheeks very deliberately. Frank moved behind her 
and slid his hot cock into her expanded anus.

Despite the stretching it had received all evening, she 
groaned aloud as she felt his length force into her. 
Slowly and carefully he slid it in and out of her as 
she trembled under him. For what seemed like hours they 
maintained the position, watching the setting sun go 
down as he maintained a slow rhythm that induced one 
small climax after another in her. Eventually she heard 
him moan softly and she smiled as she felt him pump his 
cum into her.

***

Carol awoke the next morning and, rolling over, looked 
at the man who had so completely taken control of her. 
Gently she pushed the sheet aside to reveal his strong 
legs and she lay looking at his fat, limp cock capping 
his heavy balls. She reached between her own legs and 
gently massaged her aching cunt for a few minutes 
before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom 
where she stood under the shower for half an hour.

When she returned Frank was sitting up on the bed 
drinking a cup of tea. 'Are you alright?' he asked 
gently.

'How did you know?' she replied, kneeling on the bed at 
his feet.

'I didn't,' he grinned, 'for sure that is. I just had a 
hunch that you wanted to experience something more than 
you have had before. It appears that I was right.'

'What I cannot believe is how excited Ian is about all 
this,' she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. 
'I mean watching his wife turn in to the biggest slut 
of all time.'

Frank smiled and reached forward to her. He pulled her 
across his thighs and, without a word, she began to 
gently grind her pussy over his prick. Soon it began to 
swell and, when he was hard, Carol reached between them 
and guided it into her wet pussy, wincing as it 
stretched her still sore cunt. Frank pulled her down so 
that her tits squashed against her chest and she slowly 
and carefully slid up and down his rigid tool.

'Ian,' Frank called. A moment later the door opened and 
in he walked. 'Lick your wife's beautiful arsehole,' he 
ordered and Ian immediately dropped onto the bed and 
began to probe her anus with his tongue, initiating 
moans of lust from his wife.

Frank reached down and spread the cheeks of her arse. 
'Put your cock in,' he said quietly to Ian.

Without a word Ian undid his jeans and took out his 
prick. Rubbing saliva over its knob he placed it 
against her crinkled hole and, as Carol slid back down 
Frank's tool, he pushed. Carol bit Frank's shoulder 
hard as she felt the second prick enter her body. The 
intense feeling of being filled overwhelmed her and 
tears slid down her cheek as she slowly drew forwards 
so that both cocks only just remained inside her.

She held Frank's gaze for a long moment, smiled and 
pushed back as hard as she could. Her scream of pain 
and delight filled the room as she felt the two men 
slam back into her. The feeling was indescribable to 
her and she repeated the act.

'C'mon boys fuck me like the slut I am,' she called, 
'fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me, you hot bastards.' 
Again and again she rammed herself back before pulling 
herself forward and screaming at them to fuck her. A 
torrent of words fell from her mouth as she goaded them 
to fill her fuller with their meat. Frank took her left 
nipple in his mouth and held it secure in his teeth as 
she bucked furiously on the two cocks.

Screaming, moaning, and thrashing wildly, she entered 
her biggest ever orgasm as Ian splashed the inside of 
her arse with his cum and she was only dimly aware of 
the hot gush of Frank's spunk in her cunt.

With a loud moan she slumped forward onto Frank's 
chest, twitching as Ian's cock was pulled from her. 
Frank held her tight and stroked her hair as she slowly 
came down from the pinnacle she had so recently 
climbed. With a flick of his head he instructed Ian to 
leave the room. Ian did as he was told. Frank held her 
like this for an hour as she slept; all the while his 
long cock remained snugly between her swollen lips.

Eventually she stirred and the first thing she saw was 
his contented smile. 'Had enough?' he asked. Smiling, 
she shook her head. Frank slapped her arse and rolled 
her off him, laughing and shaking his head.

Downstairs they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast 
of coffee and croissants. 'After breakfast Ian, you 
will return home,' said Frank in a tone that brooked no 
argument. 'Carol will be returned to you, unharmed, at 
6.00pm tomorrow evening.' Ian looked miserably to his 
wife who smiled reassuringly at him before resuming her 
coffee. A few minutes later Ian had left the table and 
ten minutes after that they heard the wheels of his car 
crunching on the gravel as he drove away.

After the two of them had finished breakfast Frank led 
Carol back upstairs and made her lie on the bed. He 
went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with 
a small tub from which he took a white substance. 
Carefully he applied the ointment to Carol's red labia 
and then he sat back. For a moment she lay there and 
then she started to writhe on the bed as she felt her 
cunt start to burn almost unbearably. For a full minute 
she moaned and sobbed as pain flooded through her but 
then she felt her pussy cool and a few moments later 
she felt entirely renewed, all pain and soreness having 
left her.

Carefully Frank wiped the rest of the ointment from her 
lips and then, bending his head, he lapped gently at 
her pussy, worming his tongue in and out of her rapidly 
moistening hole. Shifting round on the bed, he brought 
his cock up to Carol's mouth and she did not need to be 
asked to wrap her lips around its fullness.

Frank nibbled Carol's clit carefully, tugging and 
teasing it before dipping his tongue back into her wet 
slot. As he did this he used his chin to bring pressure 
onto her inflamed nub and she bucked under him as he 
worked her into a passionate frenzy. Needing air, Carol 
moved her lips off his rampant tool and breathed 
deeply. She caught the scent of his cock, a mixture of 
her cream and his and she moaned aloud in wanton 
abandonment, bringing her tongue up between the cheeks 
of his bottom until she found his tight anus.

Boldly she made her tongue rigid and poked it at his 
hole. She felt him shiver and attack her pussy with 
renewed vigour. Enjoying the reward of her assault, she 
grabbed his hips and drew her mouth firmly against his 
arsehole. As he felt her contact on this sensitive 
area, Frank went wild, eating her pussy harder and 
harder, twisting and pulling at her hard clit which in 
turn increased her arousal, so that in a few moments 
the two of them were thrashing around on the bed glued 
to each other as they brought each other higher and 
higher.

Releasing his hips, Carol squashed her breasts around 
his impressive knob and squeezed hard, using her tits 
to wank him as he buried his tongue deep into her fiery 
twat. All the while she licked at his anus until, with 
a shudder, she felt him shoot hot cum all over her 
belly. Her smile of victory was short-lived as she 
entered the sublime arena of her own climax and the two 
of them panted and moaned in unison as wave upon wave 
of pleasure engulfed them.

Later when they had calmed they lay wrapped in each 
other's arms, kissing tenderly and stroking each other 
gently, warmed by the sun that streamed through the 
open bedroom window listening to the birds wheel and 
dive outside.

Eventually Frank got up, showered and put on a pair of 
shorts and a T-shirt. Returning to the bedroom he 
looked admiringly at the sexy woman lying on his bed. 
'Get up,' he ordered her, 'and get dressed.'

Then he turned to the wardrobe and selected a short 
cotton frock and tossed it to her as she swung her legs 
over the side of the bed. 'You won't need underwear,' 
he grinned.

'You are joking,' she said as she slipped the dress 
over her shoulders, 'look how short this thing is.'

The dress was indeed short and barely covered half her 
thighs. Additionally, due to the loose fit, at certain 
times and at certain angles, it was easy to see her 
full tits through the armholes. Lastly, although Carol 
did not realise this, when she stood in the sunlight 
Frank was able to see right through the thin fabric. 
'Perfect,' he said.

Taking her by the arm he led her down the path onto the 
beach and they strolled along the sand past the 
scattering of holiday makers. Seeing a young couple 
lying, sunbathing, Frank purposefully walked close by 
them so that when the reclining man opened his eyes as 
they their shadows fell over him he was treated to a 
perfect view of Carol's bare arse as it swayed under 
her dress.

His girlfriend, also observing this, muttered, 'Tart,' 
and slapped her boyfriend hard. Carol's cheeks reddened 
at the term but inwardly she found herself excited at 
the thought of the stranger seeing her nakedness. When 
they were thirty yards behind them Frank very 
deliberately lifted the hem of her frock so that the 
young man received a final, very welcome view of 
Carol's perfect behind.

Carol turned crimson but her pace did not falter and 
she made no effort to push the skirt back down. 
Presently they found a secluded place amongst the rocks 
inhabited y only an old man who sat patiently attending 
his fishing rod.

Carefully Frank positioned Carol so that the old man 
could see her out of the corner of his eye, although 
the fisherman appeared not to realise they were there. 
For some time they sat quietly, Frank's arm around her 
shoulders.

'Raise your skirt and masturbate,' he said in his 
simple authoritative manner. Carol knew at this moment 
that she was utterly powerless to resist the whims of 
this strange man who sat beside her.

He watched quietly as she raised the front of her frock 
and, spreading her legs, slid her right hand down over 
her pubis. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers 
lightly over her lips, acutely aware of the old man not 
ten yards from where she sat. Gradually familiar 
feelings began to course through her as she dipped her 
fingers gently into her saturated cunt.

Bringing her left hand down, she rubbed at her clitoris 
as she curled the fingers of her right into her pussy 
to rub at the wall behind her pubic bone. Occasionally 
the feeling was so intense that she shivered and 
groaned. 'Open your eyes, Carol,' she heard him 
whisper.

Knowing what she would see she slowly did as she was 
told and saw the old man watching her intently, all 
thoughts of his previous occupation gone, he made no 
pretence about watching this beautiful girl frig 
herself in front of him. Carol held his gaze as her 
fingers roamed over and in her pussy, spreading her 
copious juice all over her shining, bare cunt.

She watched as he quietly slid his hand down the front 
of his old jeans and rubbed his cock through the hard 
material. Pure lust swept over her as she thrust three 
fingers deep into her pussy and then slowly withdrew 
them before bringing them to her mouth. Frank seized 
her wrist and changed her direction and it was his 
mouth that licked the glistening juice from her.

The old man shifted around to watch more easily as 
Carol returned her fingers to her pussy and humped them 
into herself in short, sharp thrusts. Emboldened by the 
relative seclusion and the spectacle he was witnessing, 
he released his cock from his trousers and began to rub 
it expertly. This pushed Carol to another plane as she 
attacked her own pussy feverishly.

At a sign from Frank, the old man stood up and hobbled 
awkwardly over to stand in front of Carol. Frank 
watched as the old man devoured the sight before him, 
furiously rubbing his old member until, with a gurgling 
groan, he splattered the front of Carol's dress with a 
surprising amount of come. Carol stepped over the edge 
into that familiar world of her own orgasm, her eyes 
tight shut as she ground down on her fingers.

When she opened her eyes again, a minute later, the old 
man had returned to where he had been sitting. As Carol 
and Frank rose to leave, he smiled gratefully at them 
and waved farewell. Carol searched her memory to find 
the last time that she had felt as sexually fulfilled 
as this man beside her had accomplished. The answer 
when it came back was never.

On they strolled until they came to a cafe/bar on the 
edge of the beach. Entering, it took some moments for 
their eyes to adjust to the gloom of the small place. 
Taking a table, they enjoyed the coolness afforded them 
by the shade and sipped at the long cool drinks that 
Frank had ordered.

Their attention centred on a couple sitting at another 
table. The man was short, balding and running to fat, 
the woman, tall with a pinched face and unkempt hair 
dragged into a bun. The woman was berating the glum 
looking man for having forgotten to pack her 
sunglasses. On and on she went, all the while the man 
sat meekly accepting the verbal assault.

Finally the woman rose and stalked out, stopping at the 
door and telling him not to forget to pay the bill. 
Carol and Frank watched as he rose slowly and walked 
over to the counter. They heard him ask where the 
toilet was as he handed over the money to the cashier.

Instantly Frank was on his feet and, dragging Carol 
behind him, he crossed the floor and entered the door 
marked 'Gentlemen'. Quickly he closed the door and 
pushed Carol into one of the two cubicles in the small 
room.

A moment or two later the small man entered the room 
and stepped up to the urinal to relieve himself. When 
he had finished, he turned to the sink, nodding a 
greeting at Frank as men do in public lavatories. 
Having washed his hands, the man dried them and turned 
to leave. As he did so Frank grasped his arm firmly and 
literally shoved him into the cubicle.

The man stared in utter disbelief at Carol, who, 
sensing what was to take place, had taken off her 
skimpy dress and now stood naked, wearing only a 
welcoming smile. Not giving the man a chance to say 
anything, she yanked at his shorts and allowed his 
prick to jump free.

Carol sank to her knees and took the man's prick in her 
hot mouth, surprised at the respectable size of the 
small man's organ. Deftly she sucked on his length, 
delighted to feel it stiffen instantly under the 
ministrations of her wicked tongue. Within a minute the 
man had swelled to full stiffness.

Not allowing him a moment to think, she stood up and 
steered him to the toilet seat, pushing him in the 
chest so that he fell back, his cock rising out of a 
tangle of pubic hair. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed the 
head against her hot twat and, without a pause, slid 
down on his rigid length.

As his tool sank straight into her wet cunt, the man 
couldn't hold back and uttered his first and last 
words. 'Fucking hell.'

He lasted less than a minute as Carol furiously rode up 
and down on his cock and, the moment she felt his come 
flood into her, she pulled herself upright, grabbed her 
dress and slipping it back on, left the room. A moment 
later she returned to the shell-shocked man, who hadn't 
moved, and, leaning down, kissed him lightly on the 
cheek. Grinning she turned and rejoined Frank in the 
main area of the cafe.

As they left, they bumped into the haughty wife who 
asked them if they had seen her husband in the cafe. 
Carol screamed with laughter and ran off down the path, 
shaking with mirth. Frank sauntered after her, smiling 
broadly at the confused woman.

When finally Frank caught up with her, she hung around 
his neck, crying with laughter. 'That was the wildest 
thing I think I have ever done,' she sobbed through her 
tears. He smiled and stroked her hair tenderly as they 
turned to walk back towards the house. Carol burst into 
hysterical laughter as they once more passed the couple 
from the bar. She glared and he smiled. Over their 
laughter they both clearly heard the man tell the woman 
to, '... bloody well fuck off back to your mother's 
then.'

Once they were back in the seclusion of the house, 
Carol went to the bathroom and quickly strip washed to 
remove the dried semen of the small man from her 
thighs. Returning to the living area downstairs, she 
saw that Frank was talking to someone. As she entered 
the room, the other person turned and Carol saw that 
she was a cute looking woman with short, red hair, 
perhaps thirty years old. At her feet sat a large black 
case.

'Carol, this is Jen,' Frank introduced them to each 
other. 'Jen is here to lend us a hand, so to speak.' As 
he spoke, he beckoned them to follow him. Jen smiled 
and picked up the case.

Frank opened a door that led into a large room that 
Carol had not been in before. It had in the centre a 
large table and, to one side, there was an equally 
large settee. It appeared that this was a study of some 
kind and Carol saw that it had large picture windows 
looking out over the sea. Frank strode over to the 
windows and, at the flick of a switch, curtains glided 
across the glass so that, almost at once, the room was 
plunged into darkness.

Next he turned on a set of lights that bathed the room 
in a luxurious glow. Finally, he retrieved a large 
mahogany, brass bound box, gesturing to Carol to join 
him. She walked across the soft carpet to his side.

'You are about to indulge in the ultimate form of 
exhibitionism, Carol,' Frank said quietly. 'You are 
about to be a star.' He paused for effect and nodded 
towards Jen.

Carol turned slowly and her eyes grew steadily wider as 
she saw what Jen was doing. At that moment, she was 
affixing a video camera to a tripod and Carol saw that 
she had already rigged two portable lights aimed at the 
table. She turned back to Frank and stared in disbelief 
at his tranquil face.

'Two copies,' he said quietly, 'one for my collection 
and the other for you.' Then, strangely, he held out 
his hand and, grasping hers, shook it. She smiled at 
him then. A smile of total wanton sexual ecstasy.

'Open the box and start when you are ready,' he 
whispered in her ear before turning and seating himself 
on the settee in front of the table.

'One moment,' she said and ran out of the room.

One moment was twenty minutes but when she returned the 
sight that befell Frank's eyes was worth the wait.

Carol stood in a black cocktail dress, black stockings 
and black high heels. Her blonde hair was curled on top 
of her head and she had applied the most subtle of 
make-up that enhanced every aspect of her beauty. Even 
her walk had altered to a graceful slide so that, as 
she crossed the room, she did not appear to move a 
muscle. Frank watched transfixed.

When she reached the table, she turned. leant her 
buttocks against the edge and swung herself up onto the 
surface. Rising to her feet, she began to sway to some 
subtle rhythm, gyrating her hips and pushing out her 
breasts as her hands slid over her thighs and across 
her smooth belly.

On she went on dancing like someone in a trance, her 
fingers raising the hem of her dress every so often to 
reveal the tops of the sheer stockings she was wearing. 
All the while Jen recorded the action on videotape. 
Carol's motions became more daring and she pushed her 
dress up until it remained rucked around her waist to 
reveal a pair of black cotton, high-cut panties.

Delicately she traced the prominent outline of her full 
pussy lips through the fine fabric, occasionally 
pushing it up into her sticky slit so that soon the 
material showed her excitement through the tell-tale 
damp patch. On and on she went, pushing the flimsy 
dress higher until, with a fluid movement, she drew it 
over her head and threw it to the floor to reveal her 
naked breasts.

The woman on the table looked quite staggering as she 
swayed to her own music. Jen found that she had a hand 
down the front of her jeans as she taped the action in 
front of her.

Carol bent down and opened the box, reached in and 
withdrew a gold-tipped vibrator. The thing buzzed into 
life and she rolled the tip over her taut nipples, 
moaning softly to herself as delicious tremors ran 
through her. With a savage wrench, she ripped her 
panties off and sank to her knees, legs spread wide, 
showing her glorious pussy to the camera.

She looked at Frank and smiled as she saw that he had 
his penis in his hand and was slowly pulling on it. She 
sighed as she ran the vibrator deep into her pussy and 
she stayed like this for several minutes, fucking 
herself slowly with the buzzing dildo. Then, without 
warning, she pulled it out and licked it clean, as if 
it was a man's prick, sliding it in and out of her 
mouth before tossing it over her shoulder. Jen let her 
jeans fall to the floor as she massaged her own pussy 
at the spectacle in front of her.

Carol, meanwhile, dipped into the box beside her and 
pulled out an enormous pink dildo. Sucking it, she lay 
on her back before opening her legs as wide as she 
could. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the phallus 
against the sodden lips of her cunt and gasped as the 
big head slid past her outer portal. Ever so slowly she 
fed the huge cock into her gaping cunt until she only 
had enough of it left to keep a grip on. Pinching her 
nipples with her free hand, she began to pull the prick 
out of her, acutely aware of the filthy sucking sound 
it made as it left her sticky hole.

In and out of her twat she plunged the cock and each 
time her cunt slurped disgustingly. The noise of it was 
enough to allow Jen to tremble into a little orgasm of 
her own as she played with her tiny clit, her eyes 
never leaving Carol's gaping puss.

Carol slid off the table and went to kneel in front of 
Frank, who leaned back in his chair, his hand sliding 
off his hard, erect tool. With a grin Carol bobbed 
forward and licked the pre-cum off its tip, delighting 
in the way Frank twitched as she made contact.

Again she leaned forward and this time slid her lips 
all the way down his shaft, stopping only when she 
reached his balls. Laying the dildo she still held to 
one side, she cupped his sack and fondled his heavy 
nuts as she gave him the best blow job he could ever 
remember receiving.

Standing once more, she turned her back to Frank and 
straddled his thighs, reaching between her legs to 
grasp his tool. Jen took the camera off the tripod and 
came and knelt a few feet away, focusing close up on 
Frank's knob as it rose to meet Carol's anus.

Slowly Carol worked the large head into her rectum and 
then, when she was ready, she simply let go, sitting 
down hard. Her scream mingled with the explosive groan 
Frank emitted as his cock rammed straight into her 
arsehole. He jack-knifed upwards and grasped her tits 
reflexively as she raised herself once more before 
plunging down onto his straining member.

Time and again she slammed his meat into her tight 
hole, revelling in the strong, manly grunt she heard 
from Frank each time she impaled herself. Leaning 
forward, she retrieved the dildo from the floor and 
raised herself up once more. Holding the rigid phallus 
with both hands, she brought it to rest inside the lips 
of her streaming pussy. Jen, sensing something 
extraordinary was about to happen, widened the shot to 
take in Carol's face and, a moment later, she captured 
the most incredible scene she had ever taken as Carol 
once more let go.

This time the dildo entered her cunt as Frank's cock 
surged up her arsehole. The combination of the two 
intrusions sparked a climax Carol did not know was in 
her. She screamed aloud and desperately started to rise 
the two cocks as fast as she could as orgasm after 
orgasm hit her like sledgehammers. She was oblivious to 
Frank pumping stream after stream of hot spunk deep 
into her as she gave in to the cataclysmic pinnacle she 
had reached.

On and on she pumped, riding his cock with total 
abandonment, oblivious to the groans of pain that 
emanated from Frank, oblivious too to the cries of Jen 
as she spurted her own love juice down her thighs.

Suddenly she went absolutely rigid and fell forward 
onto the carpet. Frank could only lie there gasping for 
breath as she lay in a kneeling position on the floor, 
cum dripping form the two inch circle that was her 
normally tight ring, a large pink dildo protruding from 
her shaven cunt. Jen dropped the camera at this point 
so Carol would always regret not having actually seen 
her lean forward and stick her tongue deep into the 
contracting hole and lap at Frank's spunk.

As Jen straightened up, Carol rolled onto her side and 
smiled adoringly up at Frank who could only look in awe 
at this extraordinary woman who lay at his feet. He 
slid forward until he was kneeling beside her and 
kissed her gently on the forehead. Carol closed her 
eyes and slept.

***

She awoke to find herself curled up in the master 
bedroom of the house. Frank was not beside her when she 
looked but there on the pillow was a note and a video 
tape. Sitting upright she took the note and read it.


    Dear Carol,

    There is not a lot that I wish to say to you other 
    than you are the most breathtaking woman I have 
    ever met.

    Saying goodbye to you is not something I wish to do
    so please forgive me for not being around. I have
    ordered a taxi to collect you at 5:00 pm (Don't 
    worry, it has been paid for).

    In a way I should be cross with you. I have, as you 
    must have suspected, done this sort of thing before
    but I will not do it again with any other woman. No
    woman could match you.

    Be well and take good care.

    Frank'


Carol smiled to herself and climbed off the bed. She 
showered and dressed before packing her case, not 
forgetting the video off the bed. She heard the taxi 
sound his horn and went down the stairs.

She was just about to close the front door when she 
paused. Telling the driver to take her case she turned 
back into the hall and walked over to a small table. 
Taking out a small notebook and pen she carefully noted 
his telephone number.

'I think I might be needing this sometime,' she thought 
to herself. 'Soon.'

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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