Love slave (1)

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Chapter 1 – Jenny’s Confession

The gentle touch of her hand as he stroked her body. After he was sure that she would not be afraid, his fingers gently loosened the knot of her dressing gown; and he took off her nightgown, realizing that she and her private parts were suddenly moist with desire…

What a wicked woman I am! So thought Jenny to herself as she undid the  veil of black band that had been placed around her head and tightly tied around her thick blonde hair.

Very wicked, she thought as she picked up the comb and stroked it to the beat. Jenny knew that she must go to confession of her sins. But what was she to say? How far should she confess? Thank God, her eyes dropped and the flush faded from her face.

She unzipped her soft, deep, long, cream-colored Kashmir wool skirt and let it fall to the floor as it should. Slowly, she loosened the front buttons of her light-colored, plaid, silk-knit blouse, enjoying the feeling of generosity. Similarly, she let the blouse fall to the thick, fine-haired, corn-colored carpet. She sat in a high, hard-backed, silk brocade-covered chair; facing the dressing mirror. And unhurriedly removes her dark brown, detailed lambskin shoes. At last she was uninhibited. This was the first night of her new life. She was her own mistress now.

Jenny was happy with her plan to transform her home into a hotel. She would be opening her doors on Monday, but for the moment she still had the weekend to herself. On Monday she would be touring the rooms, buying fresh flowers and interviewing waitresses until the last minute. She would also have to pick a cook, and someone handy to double as a concierge. A couple would probably be perfect, she thought to herself. A round woman to be the cook and a sharp man who understood how the appliances worked and was strong enough to carry the tenants’ luggage up the fine Georgian staircase. The beauty of it was that there wasn’t enough room in the house to be able to install an elevator. Jenny stretched. By Monday she would be busy sorting, selecting, scheduling staff, and distributing flyers. But tonight and the next two days were her own, and she could just do what she wanted.

But what should she say to the confessor? She stood up and unclasped her pale pink lace bra, gently caressing her breasts. She allowed her fingertips to run over the nipples and tease them; making them tighten with excitement. She grabbed a lipstick from the dresser and applied a deep auburn red to her lips; she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Those in her former office never knew what kind of person she really was; or what she was really thinking. She was careful to hide any trace of her sexuality. If only they could have seen underneath her restrained appearance and plain face, they would have known everything about her. She used to wear only a layer of  plain pink lipstick on her pretty lips, and kept her hair coiled; so that it never showed its yellowish splendor, which was now so evident.

Her dress was fleshy to the touch and opened easily. The dress was, in fact, an invitation; but her demeanor was one of complete restraint. In her fleeting four-year career, her body had remained cold and detached; her mind had remained quick and sharp. She knew that she had been called the “Ice Woman”; but what was more vulgar and unsparing was to be openly called the “Cold Whore”. Now, all that was far from her mind.

Jenny sighed in relaxation. No longer did she have to dash through rush hour traffic and climb marble and glass stairs to get to her office; or sit at her desk with her computer and clumsy rubber tree, dodging the gossip of women and men. She had earned enough paychecks and gossip to want to go her own way.

Now, paired with the money left behind by her ex-husband, Lawrence, and the expiration of a work contract that had been within the earlier plan, everything was coming together perfectly. Jenny inhaled deeply with contentment; the house was finished with all the trimmings and everything smelled so fresh and nice.

Jenny took off her sleeveless shirt and then stood in front of the mirror; completely naked except for her panties. What would the priest hearing confessions say if he saw her as she was now? For these past few weeks, she had used the false excuse of work stress to avoid him. But soon, very soon; she would have to face him again and report to him.

Her confessor, the priest who had sheltered Jenny under his wing when her husband, his nephew, had died tragically three days after the wedding. Her confessor, too, had helped her with an extra sum of money when she was in dire need for a hotel. When she initially refused to take his money, her confessor told her that it was no more or less than a business transaction and a good investment for him.

He had many familiar friends who came and went, and all of them needed a place to stay for a while that was quiet, safe and private, away from the public eye. Her hotel was just perfect for them.

She shivered softly as she remembered the sights concerning her confession to Fr. Bedorf would always unsettle her.

For some reason, she knew he posed a danger to her inside. And yet she never made it clear what it was that she felt. He was charming; he was courteous, with a demeanor that adhered to old-fashioned manners. He was thoughtful and concerned about her feelings. And what Jenny hadn’t realized was that Bedorf had the potential to play a highly sexy man.

She thought of the last time she had seen him, before she had reawakened her sexuality. A man with the strength of a bull, dressed in black vestments, with gray-blue eyes that bored into her heart; and exuding a magnetic charisma that completely overwhelmed her. In church, his silver-gray hair seemed perpetually neatly trimmed, but with a slight curl. It gave him a bad reputation out in the world, and was not even befitting of an abbot. Jenny shivered slightly at the memory.

Because of the gate concierge’s resourcefulness, Bedorf was already standing in front of the open gates of his magnificent Gothic mansion.

The mansion, which Bedorf had once modernized at great expense, was his pride and joy, and the headquarters of his religious ceremonies. It was a mixed service, in which either men or women could participate. Jenny seldom met anyone in the building, but whenever she visited, she noticed a surplus of new believers, male or female, tending to the gardens in their dark green gowns.

Bedorf welcomed her with outstretched arms. And before leading her over to confession, she was greeted with a platonic kiss on the cheek.

The confessional box is slightly hidden behind a raised pulpit, and one must cross the hall before reaching it. Bedorf enters from one side and sits down. Jenny entered on the other side, closed the door, and bent her knees in the darkness before the barred window. Once upon a time she had had only little things to confess; a little jealousy, a little lie, but never anything that urgently required a discreet atonement.

But now she’d rediscovered her physical desires. That was why she had avoided him for the last month. She was terrified that she would confess this to him. Something inside her told her of this discovery, and telling him about it might or might not change things between them. After all, Bedorf had asked her once, and she remained pure, as well as faithful, to the memory of her ex-husband.

He had promised that within the year she would realize her hopes; attend his rites and withdraw from the world. But for the moment, she must belong to the world, endure its temptations and resist them. She must continue her life of purity. He also told her that if she ever cheated on him; and she didn’t tell him the truth or violated his rules for her, he would know. And she took him at his word.

She took a seat at her dresser and painted her nails with bright red nail polish. The color of the nail polish reminded her of the equator, South America, and Brazil. Brazil was the one place in the world she wanted to go sightseeing. Her whole being had even gone into ecstasy when Lawrence had suggested a honeymoon there.

Vaguely, she sketched him; his soft, muscular body, his dark brown eyes, and his sun bleached hair. His face was permanently tanned from the many hours spent in the sun searching for, collecting, and naming objects for the field.

After a long flight from Paris through Lisbon, they arrived in the city of São Paulo almost deflated. They met Lawrence. While chatting happily about their past in Paris, and about each other’s friends, Edelson had led them to hold Lawrence’s hand tightly; and to enjoy the changing scenery on the way. After a five-hour drive, they finally reached a huge house. There, in the soft hours of a Brazilian morning; Lawrence took her virginity. He led her into the pleasures of lovemaking.

She remembered the gentle touch of his hand as he stroked her body. After he was sure she wouldn’t be afraid, his fingers tenderly loosened the knot of her civilian dress; and stripped up her nightgown, noticing to the point that she and her private parts were suddenly damp with desire. She re-imagined what it would feel like to have his lips touch her private parts before kissing her neck, her eyes, her hair, her breasts. She re-imagined the sensation of his lips pressing against hers before he showed her how to stroke his cock, how to hold him so that it became fully stretched out and could be hard as an iron bar; and ready to penetrate her. He moved between her legs and spread them apart; then slowly and with great patience, the erect penis slipped into her moistening and he entered her. A tidal wave of sensations she had never experienced before came over her, surprising and consuming her. They spent the next few hours squirming and moaning, stirring and loving each other, until they had sucked all the desire out of each other, and they fell into a deep sleep curled up in each other’s arms.

All that night Jenny was attacked by mosquitoes. They satiated her with English blood, and made her very weak. If the mosquitoes had not harassed her that night; perhaps she would have died with him, Lawrence was a very keen polo player. Rosalie and Edelson had given the honeymooning couple free access to their private plane and suggested that they fly together to an upcoming tournament five hundred miles away, but Jenny was too weak to make the trip; the mosquitoes had caused her to develop an allergy and a high fever, so Lawrence had gone to the tournament alone. Then came the news that her husband had not arrived for the race. It took two days to find the wreckage of the plane deep in the Brazilian jungle; but his body was never found.

That was four years ago. In those four years she’d learned to stand on her own two feet as well as to calm down from the shock. Jenny had found that very difficult; suddenly status, support and love had been stripped away.

She has been well protected by her family since she was a little girl; especially by her mother, Penelope Vladsky. But only a few months later, Jenny’s stepfather, Stephen, died unexpectedly. But only a few months later, Jenny’s stepfather, Stephen, died unexpectedly. Her mother, Penelope, is so distraught that she can’t think or act on her own, and she certainly can’t care about anyone else, even her only daughter, Jenny. For Lawrence’s body. It had never been found. Nor did the trustees  intend to pay; nor did the insurance company likewise  intend to pay. What little money she had left of her own was not enough to keep her going through these days; and the only thing Jenny could do was to decide to work; a job for which she had never had a real sense of reality, as well as a reasonable training, was her answer at that moment.

Not just for financial reasons, she was trying to alleviate the pain that had been caused because of Lawrence’s death.

Bedorf helped her get a minute job at a fledgling PR firm. Jenny didn’t like it; she didn’t want to work tirelessly every day, and she didn’t like the idea of actively toiling with people or taking orders from them, but she did it and did it well.

Recently, Lawrence was officially declared dead, so she got the pension she deserved; she could finally stop buzzing around like a male peak. And have her own business. Jenny was all but doomed; “It will be a great success.”

She looked at the beautiful windows  and carpets and upholstery; everything was so beautifully designed by her dexterous cousin, Ovilly. Dear O’Waverly was so different from her; O’Waverly was a brunette and Jenny was a blonde; O’Waverly was petite and Jenny was fleshy; O’Waverly was creative and Jenny was practical; O’Waverly was sexy and Jenny was…

Jenny paused from her halfway contemplation. She was glad that her cousin was now happily married, but she knew that her marriage to Lawrence had struck O’Waverley for a time. The two of them had been very close, though Lawrence had once gone a long way to tell Jenny; that he and O’Waverley had never been a pair of lovers. Nor could they, he explained: for they were first cousins. Jenny had said she didn’t think it mattered, but Lawrence insisted it did. Jenny thought O’Willie would be jealous; but she kept her manners. She even helped Jenny pick out her wedding dress. Jenny really didn’t understand why her mother hated O’Willie so much.

Once again, O’Willie proves her worth and friendship: she helps Jenny refurbish her hotel at cost. When her mother returns from her trip, Janie will tell her what a kind person O’Willie is. Jenny can’t stand any more strife or undercurrents, quarrels or violence of any kind. She wanted everyone to be happy, and she would make peace between the two of them. Everything would be like it had been before her stepfather’s death, when they were both young.

Jenny’s thoughts jumped from Stephen to his youngest brother, Bedorf, whose hypnotic rumbling voice ran through her thoughts. Soon she must see him. She must, but not yet; what should she say? When her thoughts of Lawrence had grown thin. And how clearly should she speak when her libido was growing? Should she tell him that when a strong, muscular body came up between her legs, a mouth licking and lapping at her thighs, and fingers slowly opening the entrance to her private parts; that she was lying on the bed with her hands and legs spread apart, and bound with straps? As she thought about this, Jenny’s hand slowly traveled over her own body; and touched the elastic waistband of her pants below the belt. Her index finger, as if it had a will of its own; began to stimulate the most tender part of her. She could feel the blood rushing through her, filling her face; and swelling, opening, and expanding her secret place. She could feel her cheeks tingling with excitement, her tongue peeking out of her half-covered mouth, and licking her own lips.

She could feel herself ripening as well as carrying out within herself. She can feel herself blossoming and budding.

Jenny removed her pants and then sat down on the wicker chair in front of the dresser. The mirror was placed in just the right spot so that she could take advantage of the dressing mirror to get a perfect view of herself from every angle. She gazed at her breasts.

And touching her nipples, and making sure that they stood firm, she slowly bent her body with the unconscious grace of a gifted dancer; and stroked the insides of her thighs. Then she stood up, praising the fullness, and rounded softness of her white clear buttocks. Her buttocks were now slightly flushed, and bore the criss-cross marks of the cane chair. The sight reminded her of this, and she followed the new marks with her bright red fingernail-painted fingers. Jenny went to the front of her walnut chest of drawers and opened one of its drawers. Excited by a sinful feeling, she pulled out her secret purchase. A short blouse of black lace and leather; a pair of black satins; a pair of panties that came down to the thighs, and a pair of black silk stockings.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jenny tightened the straps of her short blouse herself and stepped into the crotch-length pants. She loved the feel of the cold satin against her ass and how the elastic straps tightened nicely around the tops of her legs so that her hidden softness could be gently squeezed sideways; and rubbed against each other in a kind of spiraling seduction. It opened her up, and encouraged the moistening in her belly to start running. She opened up even more, becoming not just moist; but completely wet. She opened up even more; her nectar oozed out and ran down her thighs.

Jenny flipped up her pants and then put on stockings for her beautifully curved legs, making sure that the garter straps behind them were hooked right at the beginning of the rendezvous, so that the garter straps appeared perfectly straight. From her gorgeous walnut closet, she pulled out a pair of shoes with high heels and lace trim up to her ankles; and slipped them on, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Her new look was complete.

Her confession was understood by the priest when she told him that she longed for the sensation of having a man’s penis in her mouth? To wrap her lips around his manhood and suck on it? Could he understand her need to turn around, lift her ass, and feel that manhood inside her? Or would her confessor punish her for her immorality? And how well would he punish?

Jenny faced herself in the mirror and noticed that her secret side no longer seemed mysterious. Now her fingers looked inadequate; she needed something else. She opened a drawer in a high cupboard, and took out a leather pink dildo. She caressed it. She put the tip into her mouth, sucked on it and remembered how she had gotten it.

Until recently, she had spent night after night lying alone in bed sobbing. But during the night an endless desire began to take shape within her. The desire began when she suddenly felt cold. She took her hand and put it between her legs to keep it warm. Enjoying the unusual sensation of being held, and the dual satisfaction of the warmth that flowed through her cold fingertips, and the security her hands provided, caused her to move gently on the bed. Her fingers moved and accidentally touched her tightly closed opening, and there was a quick response there from the pressure of the touch. It tingled slightly with arousal and waited for those fingers to move again. She suddenly felt a tightening in her throat and a fluttering in her abdomen. Jenny stroked again, slightly aroused. She stroked again and again. She stretched away from her face, spread her feet, and hid under the sheet, searching for her hidden self in the darkness. There were no moral thoughts, only the excitement of her skin that made her revel in the thrill of discovery. Her sensitive fingertips caressed her equally sensitive intimate parts; her private parts. Slowly, a vague whimsy began to take shape. Jenny began to look forward to the nights and no longer dread them.

She was also starting to feel like she needed the same thing jiggling inside her; and it was thicker, bigger, and longer. She decided she was going to get a vibrator, but that meant a trip forward to the erotic store, and she felt a sharp wave of shame.

And she blushed because of it. However, this reckless desire, and especially the lustful part of it, completely overcame her sense of shame. She put on an old-fashioned raincoat; glasses with crystal lenses; and a scarf on her head, and walked unashamedly inside the store.

She saw many things that only existed in her imagination: inflatables, ropes, canes for whipping, gels, cosmetics and outerwear. Jenny saw a whole row of cocks of different sizes, plastic and leather. Almost immediately, her eyes fell on a leather, pink-colored dildo. It was beautifully shaped and its leather head was soft and smooth to stroke. She felt her legs begin to tremble; and her pants clung to her because of the sudden dampness. After a moment of vertigo, Jenny began to drown in its hardness.

Tight and hard played a dangerous importance in her mind. She bought it and a small vibrator along with it.

The memories made her long to look at herself; a shameless and self-absorbed version of herself. She removed her knickers, then opened a drawer in the dresser cupboard and took out a bottle of sweet-scented oil. She carefully avoided dripping the oil onto the carpet, then eagerly stroked the dildo, coating it. Well forked feet stood in front of the mirror, her pelvis pushing forward, and holding the dildo as she rolled it up and down her thighs. She met the thick, hard thing with a rocking motion tinged with desire and longing, and she let the dildo caress her soft, dark pink labia; which were normally completely hidden, yet now became visible, open, sensitive to touch and lascivious.

Jane she imagined a firm, muscular body pulled tightly together; and possessed of a thing like the one that was now teasing her greased thighs. She imagined that hands would come and pull off the lace and fur covering her breasts, and she imagined that those hands would grip her breasts and knead her nipples. Then she imagined the mouths that would kiss and suck. She imagined the hands moving down from her breasts and over her belly; stroking and playing with the pubic hair that covered the pubic mound at the top of her legs. As she fantasized, the muscles in her body begged to encircle and manipulate the object of affection in the same way. Jenny remembered the face and shuddered. A very real man, and a forbidden man. She knew she had to confess to the priest about her immorality, her sinfulness. He had always told her so: confess what you think; but Jeanne knew she would never let these thoughts come true. These thoughts were absurd. Nevertheless, she continued to see him in her mind’s eye, Gary, Ovrie’s husband. While her entire body was bound and helpless, Gary bent toward her. She was powerless to stop him from twisting her hair in his hands and pulling her head back; causing her mouth to open unconsciously. And whether she liked it or not, he could shove his cock into her mouth and order her to suck it.

Jenny held the dildo firmly at its base. She sat on the wicker chair and straddled the arms with her feet apart. Her entire pussy was exposed, and with one hand on her entire engorged and enlarged clitoris; she let the dildo slide into her hungry hole. She pushed and fantasized and felt and boiled and shuddered fiercely. Acceptance and tightness brought herself to the zenith of ecstasy. Every pore of her body was energized. She clutched the dildo and let it move in and out, in and out, her mind lending itself to speculation. Changing into more visions. Men were sucking on her; men were wanting her. Wanting her from her front; or entering her from her back. The men were crushing her; and making her suck them one after the other. She was gasping and squirming. Taking herself to one extreme point after another.

Then, when the whole of her back had arched and the drawing on the wicker chair had become deeply imprinted on her ass; a sudden thought surfaced that caused her to stop pushing and squeezing. She decided not to do it again, she would laugh at herself, it was stupid to enjoy hours of pleasure all at once. She was going to do something again that she herself had never been able to do before. She was going to masturbate along every part of the house; she was going to masturbate in front of every mirror in every room. So that in the future when the rooms were full, she could remember what she had done, in this room. How she had diligently, stamped her sexual affairs on every part of this house. Her sexual affairs, her speculations. She would pretend that she was a prostitute visiting a customer.

She was no longer playing the role of the executive manager of the company, or the owner of the small private hotel, she was now playing the role of Jenny: a high class whore who was visiting her customers, but had to hide from the owner of the hotel. She put her prick aside and began to apply makeup to her face; first foundation and then powder, she painted her eyelids blue and then her eyelashes black. She used an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows; deepening their curves before applying a little rouge to her cheeks and a bright red color to her lips. She brushed her hair again. She checked to see if her stockings were straight? Ken wanted the tops of her legs touching her. She still felt moist.

What should I wear over my short top? She walked to the front of the high cupboard. She looked at herself in the mirror, she glanced at her naked, reddened, marked buttocks; her legs in black stockings; her ankle-high shoes; the tips of her breasts jutting forward and high, and she smiled at how surprised her old colleagues would be if they saw her as she was now! The ice maiden, the cold whore, as they called her, was enjoying her fantasy. After searching her high cupboards, Jenny selected a shawl that draped to the floor and was made of black leather. She draped it over her satin-smooth shoulders and cinched the belt around her neck. She decided she would go to the kitchen and get a bottle of incense out of the refrigerator. She was going to name each room in every possible way and no one would ever know. This intensified her sense of evil and brought another tingle of pleasure along with it. Next week she would tell her father that she had to because she could not continue to avoid him; he might begin to suspect. Next week she would show herself shame and abstinence; but tonight, and this weekend, she would indulge in her dreams. She picked up the dildo and left her bedroom charmed.

Little does Jenny realize that her secret will soon be discovered. It is the man she desires most who discovers her secret dress; erotic and imported clothing, and he also discovers her hungry sexuality, and burning infidelity.

Chapter 2: The Source of Happiness

Her words sent an electric shock through the girl and she began to wiggle her ass sensuously, like a wave. Aurelie stopped playing with her, put her hands on her breasts, and explored Margaret’s mouth with her tongue… Hogaray looked around his new office with great satisfaction. It was elegant and businesslike; just what he wanted. Aurelie had done an outstanding job.

O’Willey was his wife and the designer of the place, and he respected her very much in his heart, but he stinted on the surface. The reason for this is that he is upset with her today. Not just upset: he was angry with her; but his anger would not spill over into the design of his new office. He was delighted with the dark silver-gray carpet, the light gray walls with the white ceiling, the white pediments, the white door and the ebony desk. Almost everything was very clean, except for fresh paper, a fountain pen. A telephone, a fax machine and chrome yellow desk lamp besides. Gary’s father had told him over and over again from his earliest years; an untidy desk; represented an untidy mind; an untidy mind meant an inefficient mind; and there was no place for inefficiency in a successful company.

Gary sat in a chair made of chrome steel and covered in black leather, looking briefly at a corner near the main window that surrounded a small pond laid out on cobblestones and various field objects. The window, which was as long as the room, gave Gary a full view of London and the River Thames. He glanced out and noted that the day was ending; the sun shining and deepening the city’s famous landmarks.

He went into his private bathroom to wash his hands and run his hair; it was easier to do anything he wanted to do there.

Everyone in the building had gone home. Only Gary had stayed behind; he was anxiously awaiting a fax from his father, Henry Ho, an industrialist.

Mr. Henry has decided to get involved in the airline industry. He’s taken the liberty of entering a business that’s monopolized by the world’s major airlines and intends to beat his rivals at a game at which they excel. Gary’s office, which was adjacent to his father’s. And the heart of this laid-back empire. No one knew about their new plan. Not even Orvilly. Several times Gary had tried to tell O’Willie; but now, reviewing the events of these last thirty-six hours, he would be glad he hadn’t. All secrets were important, and it would work in their favor.

Gary was waiting to find out if his father’s deal to buy the plane had been finalized; if it had, he would be able to proceed with the next steps: like designing the corporate identity, the Peugeot design, the carpets, the decorations, the uniforms, and the VIP suite when the plane was in transit through the airport, and so on. Everything they had planned would be confirmed by fax, and it was up to Mr. Henry to get the right plane at the right price.

Gary looked at himself in the mirror. He was being as neat as his office. His tailored, navy blue and white striped outfit perfectly complemented his athletic build. Pale pink eyes shone against a slightly tanned face. Dark brown hair is perpetually trimmed by his barber on Crescent Street; casually combed and neatly groomed. As he was washing his hands, some of the water splashed onto his classic, English-style, black, thick-soled leather shoes. He opened the door under the sink. Taking out a bag for cleaning shoes, he lightly wipes his shoes.

He wished his father would show up at the office in person instead of faxing it in. It was somewhat unlikely, but there was an element of mischief in his father’s personality. Gary believed his father had the ability to surprise people, as the ground often gave his competitors some excitement. Gaiduan hoped he had inherited that trait as well.

He walked back to his office, sat down and began to doodle. He wanted to be completely absorbed in thinking about the business, but in a few moments, he realized that he had absent-mindedly drawn two women; one slender, the other fleshy. The plump one was standing close to one of the posts of a four-pole bed, while the slender woman had one hand on the curvaceous woman’s pubic bone and the other on her breasts.

He realized that the slender woman looked a little like his wife, Aurelie.

Gary often dreamed of watching two women make love, but whenever he would mention this fantasy side, his wife would roll to the other side of the bed in disgust. The previous afternoon he had come home to pick up some important documents and had been shocked to find his wife making love to a marriageable, plump and young woman.

Gary gazed at the smear, which stirred his horny disposition. He could feel his cock tightening and pressing against his pants. He would have his wife tonight, but he needed to loosen up right away. Gary stood up and locked the office door. He knew the building was empty, but Gary was a careful man and he would have taken precautions. Remembering vividly the scene he’d seen so quietly, he returned to his seat and zipped down his pants. Letting his erect rod spring out of its forbidden fastening, and began to caress it.

He remembered that afternoon. He remembered how he had walked across the white stuccoed porch of his house in Nandisgu and had examined the hall writing desk; he had not been able to find the document he had forgotten, and was therefore certain that he might have left it on the table beside the bed. The heavy carpet muffled the sound of his footsteps, and just as he was about to push open the bedroom door; he heard a deep, sexually charged breath of pleasure. Something inside him stopped him in his tracks.

The thought that Orvilly was having an affair with another man caused a pang of jealousy in him. He peeked into his bedroom and was completely shocked by what his eyes saw.

A vaguely familiar, young, voluptuous woman with short brown hair and dressed in a nun’s habit was tied to a post on the bed with her hands raised above her head. Gary’s wife was completely naked and stood next to her, a hand was reaching across the long split in the front of her habit to play with her breasts.

“Have you ever had many women?” The plump girl asked his wife.

“Yes,” replied Orvilly: “Margaret, that is exactly why Bedorf sent you to me.”

Gary’s heart was beating wildly, “So this Marguerite had a hand in this with Ovelli’s Uncle Bedov, well, he never liked the man either, ever. Seriously, Bedorf was very charming, very Old Russian. But on the few occasions that Gary met Bedorf, he was always skeptical of Bedorf’s claim to sanctity.

Gary’s thoughts were interrupted; when he saw O’Willie push the girl’s monastic dress to one side, completely exposing her ample breasts. Their whiteness and huge, indulgent fullness immediately made Gary’s lips go dry with greed, and as he watched O’Willie knead them sensuously as he licked the girl’s neck and kissed her lips, Gary was amazed by O’Willie’s possession of a female lover; but even more so by her obvious sophistication, her very obvious knowledge and enjoyment of a woman’s body.

Margaret let out a moan tinged with pleasure as O’Willey’s other hand began to remove her long monastic dress, “Spread your legs!” O’Willey ordered, and the young woman did as she was told. “Wider!” At the command, she spread her legs wider. With an empathetic shudder, Gary watched as Ovrie lifted more and more of the girl’s plump thighs, finally, exposing the well-proportioned black triangle at the top of her legs.

Vibrating, aroused in full reflection of the girl’s thoughts, Gary leaned against the doorpost. He was gently in his pants, rubbing his glans and cock.

O’Waverly placed her head on the girl’s black hill, pressing both their breasts against each other; then slowly, began to move one finger back and forth over Margaret’s obvious sex.

“I want you so desperately.” O’Willie said.

Her words electrified the girl and she began to wiggle her ass sensuously, like a wave. O’Willie stopped playing with her, put her hands on her breasts, and explored Margaret’s mouth with her tongue.

“What am I going to do to you now?” Orvilly asked the girl.

“I think you’re going to suck me.” The girl gasped.

“That’s right!” O’Willie said, squirming her breasts, “I’m going to put my head between your legs and start licking your little hard-on until you can’t tell if you’re in heaven or hell. Then we’re done for the day.”

Gary watched as Margaret arched her pelvis, revealing her private parts to O’Waverly, who dropped to her knees and ran her tongue into the depths of the black delta.

Gary thought to himself that he had only seen a handful of scenarios that were just a little more passionate than a bound girl matching the rhythms of his wife’s tongue; swaying and moving sharply.

Still leaning against the door, Gary felt a strong pang of desire to punish Ovelie. He wanted to make her bend to his will and to slap her naked ass, and he had a strong urge to rush into the room to claim O’Willie and then the woman tied to the wooden post.

He remembered the first time he had suggested bringing another woman into their bed, during the first week of their marriage. They had just finished making love when he talked about the other woman; “I like having another woman in our bed,” he said, “I like watching you touch a woman. Then watch me fuck her.” Why would he say such a thing when they were enjoying each other’s bodies with perfect pleasure? He asked himself the same thing later; but he said it, and O’Willie froze on the spot. Despite his disappointment at the time, he supposed it was a normal reaction. But now, looking at his wife’s well-proportioned body; her rosebud-like breasts.

Her taut belly; the raised hips and curves as she licked and kissed the woman strapped to their bed; he learned what the real reason was.

The thought was abruptly cut short as Averie stood up and untied the knots that bound Margaret’s hands, and Gary unbuttoned his suit and tightened his grip on the base of his cock. He didn’t need to go in. He needed to know what O’Willie would do next; he wanted to know what the next lesson was.

O’Willey had the girl lie flat behind her and had placed her hands on her black hillocks.

“Masturbate yourself!” She ordered her, then brought her knees down on either side of the girl’s head, her honeyed and open sex hovering near Margaret’s mouth: “Just like I taught you last time, bring your tongue up here and lick me.”

Gary felt like he was going to explode when he saw that buxom girl stick out her tiny fat tongue into his wife’s sex. As O’Willie rode the girl’s mouth, her hands dropped down to play with the girl’s cheese-like breasts.

“You’ve learned well,” said O’Willie, “now go in deeper and deeper. And keep masturbating.”

The girl spread her feet wider and wider and began to raise her ass rocking and shaking.

“You can’t come now, not yet,” O’Willie said, standing up abruptly, “Turn around and face your ass to the sky.”

The girl’s round, plump ass was extremely tempting, and Gary’s cock hardened and stood up; he almost reached an explosion point when he saw his wife’s sophisticated fingers slide into Margaret’s ass. The girl cried out shrilly.

“You’re all going to be deflowered for Bedorf. And you’re so tight here,” Ovelli added: “My husband just loves me like this.”

“Do you want to make love to him?” Margaret asked.

“That’s for sure. Gary has a wonderful thing and he knows how to work it.” Owly replied, “Now when I teach you your next lesson, keep it like this.”

Gary overheard the compliment and felt a blush from pleasure. But thought to himself, if she liked him so much, why did she forbid him to make love to her so often? Maybe this girl was the reason. When he was in his office, maybe she was over here fucking; fucking a woman. But she might also be fucking men. Jealousy suddenly entered Gary’s heart and burned him.

Orvilly disappeared from Gary’s view for a moment, then came back and bent over the girl. She had a cane in her hand, and she bent down and stabbed her bare ass with it.

“Now, Margaret, I am going to whip you.” O’Willey said so.

Her words made Gary grip the root of his cock very hard to avoid him cumming now.

“Why?”

“Because you made me wait for you.”

“But,” Margaret protested: “But I don’t know… I didn’t realize… I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand! I kissed you good-bye when you first came; and let my hands pass over your breasts, and you don’t understand?”

Now Gary remembered why the girl’s face looked familiar. A few weeks ago, when he came home from work, he found a nun sitting in the living room. It was the same girl. O’Willie said she was interviewing for a librarian. He thought it was a bit strange at the time. Why was the interview at home and not in the office?

And why a nun? However, he was busy with his father’s new project; and the thought that nuns had to make a living, too, was abandoned. And it was possible, too, that O’Willie didn’t want her current librarian to know she was firing her! Gary had never interfered with O’Willie’s career.

“I don’t understand, I thought it was just an accident.” Margaret replied to Owerri.

“No, it wasn’t an accident. Didn’t Bedorf tell you?”

“He said nothing more than to tell me the reason for coming here; and to learn from you.”

“That’s right, and you’re a fast learner too. Bedorf will be pleased. I’ll do all I can physically to you and give you a good report. Stop there, just as you are now. Don’t move, close your eyes, and keep your ass up.”

Margaret did as she was instructed, but wasn’t high enough for O’Waverly, who adjusted the girl’s position.

“Higher, higher.” O’Willie urged: “Your shoulders against the floor. I want your tits; your big lovely tits flat against the floor.”

When Ovelli said this she gave them a quick squeeze: “Flat against the floor, so you can feel the roughness of the carpet rubbing against your nipples. And you’ll thank me after each stroke. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ovelie corrected her, “And you’ll never make me wait again. Will you? Answer me.”

“It won’t, ma’am.”

Orvilly lashed the girl’s bare ass with the cane. The girl gave a howl. The cane left a bright red mark.

“You should have said ‘thank you’!” O’Willie shushed her.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Margaret whispered.

“Louder!” O’Willie ordered her.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The cane came down once more, leaving another red scar.

“Next time I come here, you’ll be ready for me first. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Again the cane struck the girl’s flesh, and she flinched. But what Gary didn’t notice was her face turning red with pleasure.

“Keep it that way. You won’t wear anything in there from now on, and when you come, you’ll be on your knees and pleading to suck me.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What are you going to do next?”

“Get on your knees and plead with me to let me suck you, ma’am.”

During these conversations, Gary relaxed his hand slightly and rubbed his cock against the ground more rapidly.

“You’re going to suck me exactly like I taught you, will you?”

“Will do.”

“Will do, ma’am.”

O’Willie said as the cane came down one more time. The girl yelped and then offered her ass to another whipping of the moss. “Now repeat what I told you.”

“Next time I come I won’t be wearing any panties and I’ll be on my knees and begging to suck you.”

“Yes, your ass looks very cute, very red, on both sides.”

“Oh! No!” She cried.

“No?” Owerri questioned her, “But you don’t understand. You took what I gave you.”

Gary watched as his wife caressed the reddened ass, then slid two fingers into the girl’s open, wet sex; and pushed hard. Then she ordered two more whip marks.

“Where did this disobedient girl learn to take the punishment she deserves?” Ovelie asked teasingly.

“In the convent.”

“Learned from your bare ass at the convent?”

Orvilly began to caress and stroke Margaret’s breasts: “You have an extraordinarily nice nipple. Now tell me what you must do with the priest-sister.”

“I have to get on the table, pull down my panties and pull up my skirt. Then she’d feel my ass and tell me it was very soft and wiggling; and she’d bring the cane down when she felt like it.”

Orvilly caressed the girl’s reddened, delightfully plump and soft ass; then quickly picked up the cane and, moreover, whipped her twice more. Margaret screamed. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Gary had always wanted to whip O’Willie. He’d always wanted to see her reddened ass, and feel her blind obedience; but she’d never allowed it, and now he understood why. She had to be in control. But he was a man, a husband; and what her wife had to do was what he wanted. He would tie her up and whip her. This extreme thought strengthened Gaydon’s desire, his cock thrilled and craved. He rubbed it, feeling the extreme pleasure of this near orgasm.

Orvilly stroked the whip marks she had left on the girl’s back and then licked them. The girl went slack on the floor in an attitude of total pleading. O’Willey untied her hands.

“When I molested your pussy, you stood up and teased mine too.” Ovrie’s quicker French accent reinforced Gary’s excitement and arousal. Witnessing the dramatic scene in his bedroom, watching the two women kissing each other and exploring each other until orgasm, Gary gripped his glans and moved his hand on his cock faster and faster. As he imagined thrusting into Orvilly, he couldn’t contain his orgasm; and silently squirted onto his own hand.

He left the room as noiselessly as he had come; and found a bar for a drink. When he returned a little later. Orvilly and Margaret had gone. No sign had been left to indicate their presence.

He found his file and returned to the office. But his attention was not as focused as it should have been, and at the moment all he could think about was what he had just seen and what he was going to do to Owerri, and finally he gave up those thoughts and went home.

He had not spoken to Orvilly of what he had seen. He had gone and tried to imagine it; but his wife had driven away his fancy, so that later she could laugh at him with it. But then he decided that the truth was not so, and he felt sure that Ovilly would tell him of her audacity. He waited and waited and waited, through dinner and all the evening. He was patient in his expectation, but at last he fell short. He had been expecting it; that she would whisper in his ear as they lay on the massive four-poster bed; but when she finally said nothing, what he experienced was a sharp mix of orgasm and disappointment. He began to hint sexually and to make obscene remarks. He tried to kiss her neck and breasts, and murmured all kinds of fantasies. He told her how much he wanted to see her being taken by another man, and how he would be happy to watch her make love to another woman. Her reaction was the same as before; she told him not to be so upset. He wanted her body, he touched her breasts and let his hands wander between her legs; but she pretended to be tired. He bit his lip in anger and rolled away from her side.

Gary thought to himself, why couldn’t he confront her about what he had seen that afternoon. Why had he kept silent? He was beginning to think that he hadn’t actually seen anything. But then, remembering the day that had consumed him, a wave of emotion had washed over him; he knew that couldn’t be. He had been attacked by sexual excitement, by extreme sexual ecstasy; but he had also been attacked by anger. He was obviously silent because of his anger. He knew something had a handle on it; and could trade something.

That’s why he’s been thinking of all sorts of different revenge scripts since then. He’d decided she was going to have to pay something, and he was going to have to come up with something. She couldn’t have a woman and then reject her sir.

He lay in the darkness, anger boiling over. She was worth conquering because he couldn’t have her once upon a time. She’d never had sex with any of his friends, even though he knew they all wanted to. She’d kept her legs closed until after the wedding ceremony. Now she was his wife, and he could have her whenever he wanted her. It was a deal, he thought, but it had to be justified in other ways. He regretted the thought; if he hadn’t kept her pure, she found out to more parts that were hers.

Is she so pure because she likes women more than men? There are other, more wealthy men on her criteria, and there should be a reason for that. If she was trading in her sex, then that could be a reason. He’d once thought it was for love, but he wasn’t so sure now. He would have to wait and see.

But he still wanted her. He reached out his hand and stroked her back, but she flinched. He retracted his hand, feeling a sudden surge of desire and jealousy; he wanted her whether she wanted him or not. He thought about that and then her cousin Jenny came to mind.

Jenny, the blonde, voluptuous and innocent Jenny; maybe he could have her, maybe he could hold her, let her high breasts rest in his hands, let his hands drift between her legs. He thought about the differences between the two women. O’Waverly, thin, plump and blonde; her blue eyes were like a female rabbit’s, while her thick blonde hair was coiled around her shoulders, overriding her sensuality. Gary thought about his wife’s well-proportioned, neat and perky breasts and her flat, almost boyish belly. He was surprised that he’d already brought Jenny’s fuller, rounder physique into an unkind comparison. The prickly fineness of one contrasted with the soft sweetness of the other. Jenny seemed so cool and self-assured; but O’Willey, who looked so oddly attractive on the outside, had an icy indifference. No, he no longer wanted to fuck his wife; he would leave her altogether when she did not want to know either. All he could think of now was to have Jenny. But how was he to do that? Gary fell into a deep sleep with that question.

When he awoke the following morning he began to plan his revenge. He looked at his wife lying beside him, her black nipples peeking out of her pure white cotton gauze nightgown, which was wrapped around her waist; adding to the slenderness of her ass.

She would find out what Jealousy Furnace, Anger and Domination meant. He reached out a hand and with all his might he smacked her tiny round cheek with the palm of his hand. Averie jumped up in surprise. Gary left the bed without a word. He showered, shaved, dressed and went to the office, as if oblivious to her presence.

O’Willey called her husband’s office several times during the day, but he didn’t let the calls pick up and deliver.

She was as worried as he wanted her to be. This was just the beginning of the plan, and, well, his plan was to get what he wanted.

Gary was still masturbating when there was a knock on the door; he pressed the button on the intercom on his desk : “Yes?” He said pointedly.

“I’m Caroline.” Came a voice.

The cover end was half covering his cock until he pressed the button to let his father’s secretary in.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she stood in the doorway with her well-boned frame, “I forgot something in there.”

“Here?” He asked.

“Yes, to be on the safe side.” She replied with a smile, a bit of mischief leaking through her smile.

Gary looked at her wistfully. Caroline Turner. Turner had been his father’s secretary for two years after graduating from the Knightsbridge School for young ladies; but they had known each other much earlier. Caroline’s parents had bought a house next to Mr. Henry’s London House, in a very small corner of Chelsea. Caroline’s brother went to the same school as Gary, and they also took part in ball games and other seasonal festivals, etc., together.

Gary thought to himself that he had, on several occasions, almost forgotten how attractive she looked. She had short, feathery blonde hair that clearly highlighted her brown eyes; her skin was flawless, her cheekbones high and prominent; and her mouth was covered by an intense pink gloss on her lips that picked out her sensuality perfectly. She wore a fitted, linen shirt with a hint of fuzzy pink that showed off the virtues of her proper figure. Holding a backpack under her armpits, Caroline swept gracefully across the room, her beautiful, slender legs visible under her short skirt.

“Kit sent me here.” She said.

“Really?” Gary said from behind the desk, his fingers still in his pants, gently rubbing his glans.

Kit is his oldest friend and they’ve been together since before they even started school. He thought there were no secrets between them, but his friend never talked about it: he knew Caroline. Kit was very famous, the heir to a huge estate in the northwest of England. He was rich and didn’t need to earn a living. But he hires himself out as a player during the polo season and earns what he thinks is useful pocket money. Gary knew that Kit and Caroline had had a fling a few years ago, but didn’t realize they were still together. He wanted to ask her, but decided it would be rude to pry into his father’s secretary’s private life. At one time, he’d known every single thing about her, and before she’d become Kit’s lover, she’d been Gary’s. Gary remembered the time he’d fucked Caroline, causing his cock to harden.

“What did you put in it?” He asked her.

“Some toys.” She replied, and walked across the dark silver-gray carpet and pressed a button on the wall.

Immediately a portion of the pale gray wall slid open to reveal a row of pitch-black filing cabinets. Caroline hopped on her toes to open the top drawer. As she opened the drawer, her short skirt lifted and Gary saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

Caroline searched inside the drawer. She was tall, but not quite tall enough; but Gary wasn’t helping her. He was enjoying looking at her bare, lightly tanned thighs and the curve of her ass. He lowered his other hand between his legs and rubbed his glans.

“I can’t find where I put it,” said Caroline, “I think I need a chair.”

“Are you sure this is the right cabinet?” Gary asked.

“Oh, I guess so.” She replied and pulled a chrome rigid black leather chair over from beside the window and placed it in front of the filing cabinet. Kicking off her heels, Caroline stood up one foot then the other to the chair; and bent down to continue her search. Gary heard the rustle of paper. His eyes froze at the soft, light brown color of her hills down at the tops of her thighs.

He desperately longed to reach down and stroke along Caroline’s leg, then bury his fingers, his mouth, and his cock deep in almost her fully exposed, nectar-filled pussy lips. Yet he remembered Kit, and then decided that Caroline was off limits.

Quickly he pulled on his pants, but didn’t have time to button them yet. He thought to himself that he would have more control over the scene if he left his desk and got away from the sight of her in front of him. He stood up and walked over to the window; and gazed at the panoramic view of London.

“Found them.” Caroline said triumphantly, waving a dazzling black handbag.

“Very well,” Gary said, and gazed out the window with purposeful, but only slightly effective, intent.

Caroline closed the drawer and crossed over. She looked inside the bag.

“Beasts,” she said, “they’re not all here.”

She stood for a moment longer and Gary could see her softness, pinkness and sensuality reflected in the window.

“Oh! I remember, I left the others in your desk drawer.”

When Gary turned around, he saw Caroline bending over, getting something out of his top drawer.

He couldn’t see what it was; all Gary noticed was that Caroline’s legs were spread completely apart. Her toes were gripping the carpet to steady herself and her skirt was high enough to make the lips of her pussy clear. Gary’s cock swelled up completely as if he had been hit. It was becoming unbearable for him, too. He reached inside the button of his pants and held on to his thickly erect and excited cock. He was absolutely brutal in his desire to possess Carolyn.

“Caroline,” he said, “you’re begging to be fucked.”

“That’s right.” She replied and turned her head to look at him.

Gary needed no further invitation. He removed his pants, shorts and shoes in a flash.

He approached her side, clasping the back of her neck with one hand, and his handle with the other; then with a violent, almost vicious impact, he squeezed his cock into her. She was defenseless against him, and yielded to him instantly. With each sharp impact, she became more and more open and moved violently under his touch. She clutched the edge of the desk, she didn’t shake or sigh, murmur or moan; just quietly accepted his intense movements, and as he watched her, Gary felt a great sense of liberation. She was a body he knew well; he knew what this body was capable of and its erogenous zones. He gripped Caroline’s bare striped ass and squeezed her deeper and deeper inside her. His heart was pounding and he was gasping; wanting to scream out. She remained silent. He wondered why she didn’t scream out. Why didn’t she scream like other women usually did? It had always been a mystery to him. In all the months they had been together, during intercourse or her orgasms; she had never made a sound. He knew she was very aroused. Her pussy lips bloomed and ran under his continued pounding. Gary made a decision; this time he would break her reserve, her self-control. He was going to make her vocalize, make her ecstatic.

There was a very peculiar passivity in Caroline which increased his manhood, his ability. He had never thought of anything with her sexually since his marriage to Owelly; though he had fucked her only the night before his wedding. It was a farewell to her, so he said; and she had enjoyed it. She’d even said that if his marriage didn’t work, she’d still be useful; but he’d told her not to think about that, to consider it. And he did mean it. Ever since he’d thought that way, faith had been the norm from that moment on.

Caroline shifted back slightly, bringing her feet together a bit so that she could want him a little deeper.

Why today? He asked himself this. Why did she show up today so slutty and sexy? What essence had he revealed to her that made her muster the courage to come up? Was his detached sex life so obvious? He thought he had trapped it well.

Gary was riding Caroline to a familiar melody, but she wasn’t any closer to having to scream out than she had been when he first entered her. He decided he was going to slow down and do her differently: more gently. Then the transmitter on his desk intercom went off, which made them both jump.

“Kit!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Jesus!” Gary said, standing still. He grabbed the mic: “Hello?”

“Gary?” It was Kit’s voice. Kahurin coughed suddenly and sharply, as if she were clearing her throat: ‘You’re in the middle of my woman?”

“Yes.” Gary said. It was the last question he could anticipate, and the answer came out of his mouth before he could think.

“Is your cock fucking her inside her right now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let me in and we’ll both have her!”

Gary rang the electric bell.

“Is it Kit?” Caroline asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh! What did he say?”

“He asked me if I was fucking you. When I said yes; he suggested we could both come together.” Gary replied, roughly entering Caroline’s open, lusty, juicy privates: “Does that appeal to you?”

“Maybe.” She replied and licked her lips and shook her ass.

Caroline made herself relaxed and began unbuttoning her blouse, then her fitted shirt; but she didn’t allow Gary to pull his cock out. While intermittently jerking his dick at her, Gary took off his shirt and threw it around the room; then he let one hand go around and lifted the breasts that were evident under her pink lace and satin-like bra and began to play with her nipples. Gary found : he was intensely aroused by the idea of two men fucking Caroline together.

Neither of them heard the door open : or noticed Kit standing in the office doorway. Watching Gary’s taut ass, sliding in and out as his cock slid back and forth in Caroline’s dampness, Kit stripped off his charcoal gray, brass-stamped shirt, his pale blue silk-knit shirt, and his old school bow tie. He neatly removed his handmade black shoes, and his socks of delicate gray cotton silk.

Kit was a taller, more confident and more muscular man than Gary; his cock was redder, but longer. He stood there watching the two of them for a few moments, then began rubbing his cock so that it stood proudly erect and

Kit went to the other end of the desk, grabbed Caroline’s hair to lift her head up, and put his cock in her mouth.

“One in your pussy and one in your mouth, bitch!” He said, “Now start sucking! Do it like I like it, like I trained you to do!”

Caroline formed her mouth into an “O” and then placed her lips on the glans of his cock; letting her tongue roam over its shaft. Gary’s hands slid over her and held her ass as Kit held her breasts.

“Did she walk in and show her pussy?” Kitt asked Gary as his cock continued to ride Caroline’s mouth.

“Yes.” Gary replied : “What exactly did she do?”

“While she was looking for something in the filing cabinet, she stood on the chair; and her skirt raised.”

“Did you see her pussy?”

“Yes.”

“So you want to fuck her, do you?”

“Yes.”

“I guess it’s possible, she’s a dirty heifer. Do you think you are?” Kitt said as he twisted Caroline’s nipples. Her sweet lips surrounded and squeezed it as Kitt enjoyed her tongue sliding up and down his cock. Kitt liked to talk dirty to Caroline, he knew it would stimulate her.

Caroline smiled in her mind. She was thinking about the conversation that had taken place between her and Kit when he had called her earlier that day.

‘ Seriously, Ki-yeah, Gary looks like he needs a good fuck.” She said to him, “I don’t think his damn wife can do this right.”

Caroline disliked Auverie; she would instinctively have repelled her. There was something stubborn and dispassionate in her heart about French women. It made her instinctively feel uncomfortable. One day she noticed that Orvilly was gazing at her breasts, glaring at them like a man, at a woman of his dreams. Was Gary’s wife a bisexual? Or even a lesbian? If she was, then because she didn’t want to be touched by a man, there was no reason for Gary to act like a man or a woman who had been staging a bad marriage all these days.

“Caroline,” Kit warned her, “you’re not going to fuck Gary. You’re my woman, and your secretarial duties shouldn’t be so expansive as to give his penis another chance.”

“The thought never swept through my mind.” Caroline criticized.

But Kit will not be fooled by Caroline’s assurances, and he often feels threatened by Gary. Kit is in love with Caroline, but feels she still retains traces of her feelings for Gary; but Gary rudely dumps her after meeting O’Waverly. Kit could never tell the difference; why Gary married O’Willie, but he understood the attraction. O’Willie was French, she was different; like a puzzle to be solved. Maybe that was what made her so attractive. Kit thought to himself that men would always go for the same kinds of flesh, and he certainly did. Kitt loved long-legged blondes, all of his girlfriends were like that, and Caroline fell into part of that archetype. O’Waverly would not be typical of Gary; she was small and dark. But, he reminded himself; so was Waverly, and Waverly was a new woman in Kit’s life of whom Caroline knew nothing. Kit is so busy trying to figure the two of them out that he can’t tell which one he likes better? Caroline has played the role of friend like lover for so long, Waverly is new and a bit of a challenge. Kitt feels confident in both, in his style, that he won’t let either one know of the other’s existence. Even though he hasn’t gotten his hands on Waverly yet, he’s already decided: whether Waverly is an overheated and attractive woman, or just restraining herself from being as cold as hell, he’s going to get her. He’s going to get his hands on her.

Caroline is still his safety valve.

“No, fucking Gary isn’t my thing any more; not even before you let him in,” Caroline said, adding “He used to do it very well.”

“Me too,” Kit replied : “You’d better remember that.”

“Kit, have you ever heard anything about O’Willie? I mean she doesn’t have sex with anyone either; and Gary doesn’t know about that?”

“I don’t know,” Kit said, “I didn’t hear much about it in private gossip. All I know is that she’s a very hard worker.”

“Well, she’s obviously not very diligent about Gary’s work. Of course at one time she was.” Caroline said regretfully.

“When?”

“When she asked him to marry her, then acted all damn shy.”

“Is she forever courting him?” Kit asked.

“No, just the opposite.” Caroline replied, “She plays hard to get and now I’m beginning to understand a little why. Do you think she really loves him?”

“I don’t know.” Kit said honestly.

“Well, you’ve seen the two of them together?” Caroline said challengingly.

“Wow, you could say yes; you could say no. I’ve been to their house, but they don’t spend a lot of time together. She was always working and…”

“There must be something wrong.” Caroline said, “You know what? I bet I could seduce him.”

“No.”

“Listen Kit, he told me that his marriage was forever and there was no such thing as infidelity. Now if I lift my skirt a little, just to make him think of my ample ass, and he falls in; then I can tell my instincts are right. If he doesn’t fall in then I’m wrong.”

There was a moment of silence from Kit.

Caroline was confused, was she thinking too far ahead? The idea of having Gary again did appeal to her.

Her legs spread slightly and she could feel a tightening in her stomach while her womb became relaxed.

“Kit?” She asked.

Kit was thinking. He was curious about how he felt when he knew that Yri was doing it. Then a thought swept through his mind; if he was right there; he would know how he felt.

“Very well, but on one condition,” he said : “You have to accept both of us.”

“Both of you? You mean together?” Caroline was taken aback by Kit’s suggestion.

“Yes.”

A wave of indulgent pleasure thrilled Caroline. It had always been her dream to be wanted by two men at the same time, but she had never imagined that she could look forward to doing it; she had never fantasized that she could trust two men so much as to make this strange dream come true. She was suddenly startled to realize that her secretions were beginning to flow; and her panties were wet.

“Caroline?” Kit said breaking the silence, “You’re too quiet.”

“Yes, I was thinking about things.”

“You’re not keeping quiet because you’re thinking about things,” Kit said, “I bet you a penny with a pound that you’d come with an orgasm; and you’re panty-wetting now.”

“As a matter of fact, you’re right.” She admitted.

“So you fantasize about having two penises at once, do you?”

“Yes, but how are we going to do that?”

“I suggest you wear a saucy pink suit with a short skirt, and don’t wear panties. Pretend to forget something in his office. The rest is up to you.”

“What if he doesn’t respond?”

“I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“What if he reacts?”

“I’ll still take you out to dinner, but later.”

“But how do you know how things are going?” Caroline asked.

“Tell him I’m on my way to pick you up, then when I call in, cough up the cane so I know he’s fucking you.”

“And then what?”

“And then I will join you.”

“But what are you going to do?”

“Leave that to me.” Kit assured.

As Kit started to go about undressing her, Caroline was suddenly brought back to the present. As Gary goes to fill her privates with his cock, she continues to suck Kitt’s cock. Kit carefully removed her jacket and tossed it across the room to join Gary’s shirt. Then he removed her blouse and bra.

“I want you naked,” he said, then to Gary: “Unbutton her dress and take it off.”

Gary did what he was asked to do. For that matter, there was a certain agreement: outwardly Caroline was Kit’s girlfriend, and Gary felt he had to abide by that. But that meant removing his cock from Caroline’s pussy, which he hated to do.

“Did you ever go in through her ass?” Kit turned to Gary as he stepped backward from this curvy woman.

“No.” Gary replied.

“She likes it, bitch! Doesn’t she? You love having my cock stuffed up your tiny little asshole.”

Caroline, still with that ball of Kit’s in her mouth, nodded.

“Gary, switch places and then I’ll show you.”

Kit walked around the desk and stood behind Caroline, and like an owner; measured her body with his hands. His hand tingled with excitement as he touched her naked flesh. He kissed her on the mouth, let his cock rub against her thighs, and trailed his hands down her neck and over her breasts.

“But she also likes to be sucked on.” Kit said. He pulled her back against him so that his cock could be thick, and intense, against her well-proportioned ass. As he gazed at Gaipo and admired his cock, he jealously sucked her earlobes and played with her breasts. “So why don’t you go suck her pussy when I’m ready to fuck her ass with my cock?”

Gary was suddenly alert to Kit’s sudden jealousy, but he was deeply aroused; and knelt in front of her, desperately wanting to feel the softness of his private place on his tongue. When Kit held her slightly from behind, she pushed her ass outward to get to his tongue.

Gary guided his tongue down Caroline’s light brown hairs and quickly found the pink swollen depression. She gasped loudly as his tongue touched her nub. She gasped again and almost climaxed when, under his guidance, he coaxed the hardening little tawny spot to swell. Gary was surprised, it was the first time he had ever heard Caroline make a sound and it hinted that he could be a little more adventurous. He lifted his hand, and began to caress the mountainous field that flourished up inside her, and the softly arranged lips of her cunt, doing so with a gentle, but firm, motion; while an extreme pleasure was about to tear through her belly. This pleasure traveled to the nipples, hardening them; and then with a sweet agony that almost exploded in sharpness; exploded rapidly downward.

While Gary was busy in front of her; Kit dropped a pair of hands and began to caress her ass; gradually easing her anus with his fingers.

“Did you bring me a toy?” Kit whispered to her.

“In the backpack, but there’s another one in the top drawer on the left hand side of the desk.”

After placing Caroline’s hand on Gary’s shoulder, Kit moved away from her. He found his backpack and got out a jar of Vaseline. After he finished applying his cock and put the same Vaseline on his fingers, he then knelt behind her and rubbed his greasy cock along her asshole and ankles; Kitt’s hand began to go to work massaging her ass and gradually moved inward against her asshole. He spread her ass apart and then used his index finger to travel in smaller and smaller circles; until he touched inside her. Then he told Caroline to relax inside and slowly opened her. Gasping for breath. Gasping again and again; as first the first finger, then the others traveled upward, opening her; and making her long for the moment when that ball of his penetrated her forbidden cave.

Caroline moaned lustfully. The two men were playing with different parts of her aroused body, and the sweet, almost confused pleasure almost consumed her. Her private parts opened and tingled and swelled and craved more and more. She was at the point where anyone who wanted to give it to her would want it. She was warm with sensual pleasure and it filled every pore and every nerve in her body.

“If you lie on the table,” Kit told Gary, “this dirty trampling girl in can suck your cock while I fuck her ass.”

Gary positions himself appropriately so that his body can lie on the desk, his legs straddling either side of Caroline. Kit grabbed Caroline’s hands and held them tightly behind her back. He guided her between Gary’s legs, then pulled her forward sharply; so that her mouth could linger near his thick, erect cock.

“Suck it! Bitch!” Kit said. He was caught up in a double emotion. Both wanting to watch her take his friend’s cock into her mouth, watch her lips cover it; and wanting to fuck her until the long day was over.

Carolyn’s lips were open, and the dildo at the end of the cap slid into her mouth. Kit let go of her hand and she immediately placed it on Gary’s scrotum; and began to rub them gently with her fingers as her mouth worked on his grip. Kitt eased her legs, stretched her ass out, and stood firmly between her thighs, making several brief attacks on her greased ass; then thrusting into her as deeply as he could. She moved forward violently so that she could take Gary’s cock deep into her throat, while Gary began to reach down and molest her breasts, and her firm, dark brown nipples. Noticing Gary’s hands massaging her high, bobbing nipples, and seeing her head bobbing up and down as she bit down on his friend’s cock, Kit gripped Gary’s ass tighter and thrust into her like a man possessing her.

Caroline just couldn’t take any more, she tilted her head away from Gary’s cock and collapsed limply on top of Gary; but the two men had other ideas. Gary put his hand down and began to tease her pussy core.

“Open that backpack next to you,” Kit said to Gary. Gary shifted slightly, picked up the backpack and looked inside. “Take out the smallest thing in there.”

Gary held out a small vibrator.

“Open it and put it on her pussy core.” Kit said.

Because the little machine was touching her most sensitive spot, there was immediate action as if it were electrified. Kitt’s cock was still shelling her inside in quick succession, and the vibrator was jiggling against her pussy core, causing her to start rolling and moving around.

“Put a little Vaseline on your hands.” Kit taught Gary.

As soon as Gary started applying Vaseline to his hands and then his belly, Caroline, unwilling to give up any of her pleasure; picked up the vibrator and held it against her private parts. She noticed that he was carefully avoiding her pussy and her ass, and wondered why; then realized that it was taboo; he could accidentally touch Kit’s cock. She thought to herself, as she realized that the idea of two men having her at the same time. It was a shame when she realized that the idea of two men having her at the same time and touching each other at the same time was incredibly exciting. Carol decided she had to take the initiative.

Kit’s rhythm slowed as Caroline grabbed one of Gary’s hands and shoved it between her legs.

“Going to feel his balls thumping and pulling at me.” She said.

Gary opened his hand to wrap it around Kit’s scrotum, and for the first time in his life, he felt another man’s scrotum. It was really an obstacle. But he loved the feeling; so did Kit. There was a big difference in the feel of a hand as big as his own, that knew how to touch his balls with sophistication and instinct; and knew exactly what to do with them, how to roll them.

“Go around his cock with your hand and feel it enter me.” She said.

Gary did it, just as she had asked. His own cock hardened against her belly. He could feel her juicy, wet privates sliding and pounding against his hand. As Gary’s hand held Kit, he pounded harder into her. Caroline moaned, wiggled and lifted higher as she enjoyed the hard male torso of them both.

Gary pulled her hand out of Kit’s and picked up the vibrator. As she moved sharply in time with the rhythm of Kitt’s cock in her ass, the shiver of pleasure from the gentle pressure of the vibrator across her clit penetrated Gary. He lay back, indulging in the sensation of Caroline’s body against his, her soft breasts almost pressed against his firm chest. Gary suddenly longed to kiss Caroline on the lips, to experience the sensation of his tongue running through and exploring her mouth. Gary turned Caroline’s face toward him, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to hers; then Gary opened his eyes abruptly at the sound of a slap that stung: Kit was hitting Caroline.

“You’re a lewd slut!” Kit said, “A horny slut ass should be whipped.”

Instead of turning Gary’s stomach, it turned him on. Several times he’d fallen next to his sleeping wife in the dark and wanted to spank her well rounded ass. Wanted to feel her agonizing folds beneath him. Gary’s cock got hard, and he deeply wanted Caroline. He figured Kit had treated her the way he had long enough and it was his turn. He pushed her aside and rolled away from the table.

“What are you doing?” Kit asked.

“I’m going to fuck.” Gary replied.

“Where? Front or back?”

“Front.” Gary said.

“What do you think? Bitch!” Kit asked her as he killed her ass and smacked her bare arms with his hand once more. “Gary wants to stab you with his dick.”

“I want her flat on the floor.” Gary said, “In the traditional position; I want to feel her under me. I want to feel her legs around my waist.” “Does that appeal to you? Slut!” Kit asked her and pulled Caroline’s head back forcing a kiss on her lips.

Caroline was alerted; it seemed as if a war of desires was being played out between the two friends. She didn’t want either one of them to lose face. Or lose his hard-on.

“Kit,” she said softly and ran her hand along his body. “Why don’t you lie on the floor with me and then let me be on top of you?”

Kit almost drew back, but Caroline stopped him. “No, keep putting your cock in my ass when we lay down.”

Kit was lying on the floor, and Caroline was on top of him, her back against his chest; and with his cock still pushing deep inside her anus. “Now Gary, if you put your knees, between me and Kitt’s feet, I think you can come inside me.”

“The two of us together?” Gary shouted.

“That’s right!” She said.

Caroline lowered her hand between her thighs and began to stroke her nub; she was very wet. She was very aroused and felt Kit’s cock still moving inside her behind, making her muscles expand and become more attractive.

“First, Gary brought me the vibrator.”

Gary held out this little machine to her. She used it to travel along her pussy lips, then Kit’s thighs; finally reaching the crack between his ass cheeks. As she did so, he slapped inside her harder and harder, and deeper and deeper.

Gary got on his knees in front of them and watched as she lay in an attitude of total indulgence on his chest and glistening with sweat and desire; Kitt’s cock sliding in and out of her. Kit’s hands were massaging her breasts.

Letting the vibrator drop next to her and lowering her hands between her legs so she could spread her thighs apart; silently inviting Gary into her swollen, pink unoccupied privates.

Gary took his place between the legs, bent his head and began licking Caroline furiously. He licked her thighs, her belly; and finally her cunt core. She gasped; Gaytuan was placing his cock at her nectar-filled, wet entrance.

“I want it.” She said and gasped as Kit rammed against her ass.

“Gary, I want your cock, I want you to take me; I want it here, in me, and I want it so bad!”

The muscles of her anus tightened and wrapped around Kit’s balls. She didn’t want to let one go just to like the other; she’d have both; two men at once. One cock tightly stuffed her pussy, the other her ass; and the vibrator teased her cunt core.

Every dream Caroline had ever thought of, every erotic fantasy she had ever had, had played out in almost every way in Gayduan’s office; and she intended to savor every moment, every wonderful minute of it. Her entire body trembled, and every tiny tremor shook every particle within her as she waited for the final slam: the entry of Gayduan into her ripe and swollen, aroused and lascivious privates.

Slowly he began to enter her. Caroline let out a long moan as she felt the tip of his cock, enter her shivering, wet privates. He’d never known her voice could be so expressive; perhaps that was why she always wanted two men at once. Slowly, he slowed down inside her, her privates opening wider and wider in preparation to follow the thickness of his fully loaded and engorged cock.

As a gentleman should, Gary apportioned his weight into his hands, then lowered himself, bracing his hands pensively next to both of their waists as he rammed into the cool, moistness of Caroline’s tits. Kitt’s hands, in turn, kept fucking Caroline’s nipples; until they hardened. Kitt offered them to his friend; and as Gary’s cock killed deeper and deeper inside her, he locked his lips on the tops of her nipples. Gary’s cock could feel Kitt’s cock inside her ass. The sensation stimulated them both. Then Kit moved his hands away from Caroline’s breasts so that Gayduan’s mouth could have complete dominion over her nipples. As he gripped her ass and slid into her along his lit and slippery from sweaty body, her entire being was drained as if from his repeated thrusts back and forth.

The two men gathered strength; Kit began biting Caroline’s neck while Gary kissed her lips.

Together, the two of them shelled her repeatedly; filling every crevice she possessed. In a sea of emotional ups and downs, their bodies worked in perfect unison; and no one knew where to begin belonging to the other. Each felt the tightening of the grip, and the tightening of the belly; and the downward rush that everyone craved belonging to the wonderful magic. Each one remembered it long after it had happened; but found it hard to record its essence. Then, in the midst of a wave of ecstasy; they all reached orgasm.

The three of them lay completely wasted on the carpet for quite some time, Caroline was the first to move, she kissed them both and then with a brisk dance walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

The two men remained lying down, glancing obliquely at each other’s bodies.

‘You are really very courageous.” Kit said.

“I think you do too.” Gary replied.

They laughed casually, using their elbows to support them as they stood up. When Caroline returned from the bathroom and toweled herself dry, they watched her in silence.

“That was awesome!” She said, brushing her short, dry hair: “I never thought I could have two guys.”

“Neither do we.” Kit said.

“Let’s find time to do it again.” She said this, much to their surprise.

“You really still want it?” One of them called out.

“Why not? How much fun it would be! It’s really fun.” She said, “Gary we could go to your place, you never know: maybe your wife would like to join.”

“Stop it!” Gary said.

It was obvious to Kit that Caroline had hit a sore spot. His instincts are right; Gary’s marriage is in trouble.

“My turn to use the bathroom.” Kit said as he quickly jumped away from here.

Kit and Caroline, didn’t take long to get dressed, as well as get the room back in shape, and no one would know that there had been a big fuck.

Kit and Caroline said goodbye to Gary and went to the hotel, where Gary contemplated what had happened and wondered when he would hear from his father. As he relaxed and gazed out at the twinkling lights of London at night, he was in two states at once: physically tired, but mentally restored. The spirit was almost completely healed by Caroline, but tired from the physical use and the suppression of his anger. Anger consumed his body as he thought of the sex he should have had, could have had, with his own wife. What had he done wrong? He knew he wasn’t a bad lover, so could it be that she was bad?

Suddenly the fax machine went off. He stopped immediately and read the message printed by the machine. Mr. Henry had finalized the deal; the plane was his. Now they could start the next step. His father appended; he wouldn’t be coming to England right away. He had changed his plans; he would stay in Rome for a while.

Gary had a plan as he watched the London dusk from his window. He showered, zipped up his pants, and called his wife.

“Oh! Darling!” O’Willie said, “Where?”

Gary named her favorite Italian restaurant, and Averie whispered her delight and agreement. Gary felt a surge of adrenaline, put down the phone and adjusted himself. With a man’s grace, ready to seize more of life’s opportunities, he walked out of the office, out of the building, and into a passing taxi.

(to be continued)