Strangers
Edited, with an Introduction and Afterword, by Ovid
Introduction:
For our last vacation, my wife and I went on a cruise and were lucky
enough to have
been assigned to a dining table with Edgar and Carol. Usually
you share a
table with people who range from pleasant to just barely tolerable.
Edgar and Carol
were a joy to be with and, combined with plentiful and
excellent food,
our meals were wonderful. The only peculiar thing was that
whenever we
ran into them outside the dining room, Edgar and Carol seemed to
be trying to
avoid us. At first we didn't really notice it, but finally it became
pretty obvious.
We didn't understand it because they seemed to enjoy our
company at the
meals.
Finally, on our last night, we were wandering the deck under a starlit
sky
and found them
sitting on deck chairs looking over the stern. We sat down next
to them and,
before they could think of an excuse to get away, we told them how
much we had
enjoyed their company and suggested that we exchange addresses
so we could
correspond after the cruise was over.
There was a pause and then Carol said, "I don't think that would be a
good idea."
That seemed an odd response, so we asked her why, pointed out that we
got on well
at the meals, and told her we didn't understand why they were
avoiding us
at other times. "We didn't mean to be rude, and we really do like
your company,"
Edgar said, "but we had a bad experience on a previous cruise."
It still didn't make sense to us why a previous cruise should cause them
to act that
way toward us, so we asked them what happened. "It's a long story,"
was Edgar's
reply.
"Look," my wife said, "it's a beautiful night for story-telling and we
have
no place else
to go. Why don't you tell us what happened?"
Edgar and Carol looked at each other and seemed to come to some sort
of agreement.
"Who should tell it?" Edgar asked. "Let's both tell it as we go,"
said Carol.
So, under a dark sky filled with stars we sat there and watched the
reflection of
the ship's running lights off the wake and they told us the following
story.
I've tried to repeat it as well as we could remember it later, indicating
who
was speaking
at the time.
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Edgar:
Carol and I met George and Marsha on an Alaskan cruise last year, and
the four of
us immediately hit it off. The cruise began in Vancouver, went along
the Canadian
and Alaskan coast, and ended in Seattle. We had made hotel
reservations
in Seattle for a few days in order to have time to see the city and the
surrounding
area, but George and Marsha, who lived in Seattle, insisted that we
cancel the reservations
and stay with them. They would drive us around and
show us the
sights. Since we were having so much fun together, we accepted
their hospitality.
The first couple of days, things went wonderfully. They drove us
around
the city and
out to Mount Rainier, and we took them to dinner in some excellent
restaurants.
On the third day Marsha insisted that she cook dinner for us so we
could meet some
of their friends. We, of course, offered to take them and their
friends out,
so as not to make work for Marsha, but she insisted, saying it was no
trouble to cook,
she'd just defrost a few things.
So that night we had dinner with George, Marsha, and their friends
Richard and
Susan. The dinner was lots of fun, good food and plenty of wine.
Richard was
very amusing, and kept us laughing much of the time. He did not,
however, drink
any wine because, he said, it upset his stomach. But he didn't
want to put
a damper on the party by not joining us, so he asked if we'd mind
joining him
in a little pot. We hadn't smoked pot for quite some time, but to
keep the party
going, we agreed. Richard promptly produced a small bong and
we each took
a hit, and were soon light-headed and having a good time. Finally,
after desert,
Richard passed the bong around for "one for the road." This hit
tasted a little
funny, and for me, that was the end of the evening.
The next thing I remember was waking up on my bed the following
morning.
I was lying on top of the bed clothes with a blanket thrown loosely
over me.
I was still wearing last night's clothing, except that my pants and shoes
were off.
I must have conked out after that last hit and either barely made it to
bed myself or
someone had put me there.
Carol was lying on top of her bed in more or less the same condition, so
I quietly showered
and changed and went down for breakfast.
Carol:
That last hit tasted strange to me, also, and, like Edgar, I remember
nothing until
waking up the next morning just as he was tiptoeing out of the
room.
I was also on top of the bed clothes and covered with a blanket.
My
shoes were off
and, surprisingly, so were my panties, but other than that I was
still fully
dressed. I wondered about the panties and finally decided that I
must
have pulled
them off sometime during the night when I went to pee and that I'd
probably find
them in the bathroom.
I got up, pulled out a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to
shower.
I didn't find the panties but thought no more about it as it sounded like
everyone else
was already eating breakfast.
When I got downstairs, George, Marsha, and Edgar were sitting around
finishing their
breakfast. While Marsha leaped up to heat up the coffee and
scramble me
some eggs, the three of them laid out the day's itinerary. George
was going to
drive Edgar around to see "men's stuff," by which they meant
things having
to do with sports. They might even play a little golf. Marsha
and
I would wait
for Susan to come over and then she'd drive us to some of the better
malls for a
little shopping. We'd all get together in the afternoon.
Susan showed up before I had finished eating, so she and Marsha kept
me company over
coffee while George and Edgar left.
Because Marsha
had been doing all the cooking, she hadn't had a chance to
dress, so after
a few more minutes she excused herself, leaving Susan and me to
dawdle over
coffee.
It was then that Susan began to act strange. She stammered a bit,
and
began apologizing.
"I feel so awful about what I have to do. I mean, you have
to understand
that because I love Richard dearly I have to put up with his
foibles, even
though I find some of them reprehensible. I didn't want to do this
and tried to
talk him out of it, but he insisted and when he gets like that, you
know, I just
have to obey him."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Susan reached into her purse and pulled out a small paper bag. Without
looking at me,
she handed the bag to me. "What is it?" I asked. She said
nothing.
So I looked in the bag. There were my missing panties. Now
I knew
what Susan had
been ashamed of. I must have passed out last night and Richard
had taken advantage
of that to steal my panties. Had he snuck a peek at my
snatch at the
same time? Well, that was childish, but not the worst thing in the
world.
Before I could comment to Susan, however, I noticed that there was
more in the
bag. Two polaroid photos. I pulled them out and looked at the
first
in horror.
It showed me lying back on the couch, my legs spread, my feet on the
floor with my
panties around my ankles, my skirt up around my hips, and the
fingers of my
right hand buried in my completely visible pussy. What made the
picture particularly
horrible was the joyful expression on my face. My eyes were
wide open, probably
due to whatever it was that tasted funny in that last hit.
"Susan," I began. "Please, Carol," she interrupted, "I have no control
of
him when he
gets that way. He insisted that I take the pictures. I feel
so terrible.
It was a crazy
thing to do. But I just can't say no to him."
Well, so Richard played a vile fraternity joke on me. Disgusting,
but I
guess I'd survive.
Then I looked at the next picture. Here, the panties were
gone, Richard
was kneeling between my legs with his tongue at my pussy, and
my right hand
lightly resting on his shoulder. I seemed to be staring directly
at
him with pleasure.
This was too much. I looked up at Susan with fire in my eyes.
"That's
as far as he
went, I swear it. And he just barely touched you. Just enough
for
the picture.
Honestly! I swear to God!"
She looked so pathetically miserable that I couldn't take it out on her.
I
really wanted
to kill Richard. "Well," I said, "at least he gave me the pictures."
I took Marsha's
kitchen shears and thoroughly annihilated the pictures, cutting
them into tiny
pieces, which I took into the bathroom and flushed down the
toilet.
I then returned to Susan, debating what I wanted to say to her.
"The thing is," she began, "Oh, I don't know how to say this. It's
so
terrible.
I didn't know why he did it, but I didn't think it was for this.
I am so
ashamed."
"For God's sake, Susan. What the hell are you talking about?"
"He made me take two shots of each pose. He's still got the other
two."
I stared at
her. "He says," she continued, "that I should tell you that if you
want
the other two,
you should meet him in his office."
"What!" I cried. "What does he want?"
"Oh, Carol," she said, practically in tears, "he wants to fuck you!"
"Suppose I don't come? What will he do? Show the pictures to
Edgar?
I can deal with
that," was my confident response.
"You don't know him," she said. "He said if you didn't come he'd
publish them,
send them to porno magazines, put them on the Internet. And I
know he'll do
it. You've got to go."
"You want me to go?" I asked, somewhat amazed.
"No, but I don't see what else you can do."
At this point, Marsha returned, dressed and ready to go. "What else
Carol can do
about what?" she asked. Susan replied, "Richard's got some dirty
pictures of
Carol and says Carol has to meet him in his office to get them back,
otherwise he'll
publish them."
Marsha wanted to know how he got them and Susan explained. "I didn't
think Richard
would go that far," Marsha said to her. "I know he loves his porno
collection,
but to blackmail my friend, that's too much." She turned to me.
"What are you
going to do, Carol?"
"I don't know. I sure don't want to fuck him."
"Of course," said Marsha, "but think about it. If those pictures
got out,
you wouldn't
be able to look anyone in the eye again. Everywhere you'd go
you'd be wondering
whether the people you met had seen the pictures. You'd be
interpreting
every comment that any man made to you as some sly reference to
your pictures.
I really think you have to go. Let him fuck you, get the pictures,
and that will
be an end to it. It's just another fuck."
"Sure," I said, "and how do I know he doesn't have more pictures, or
won't secretly
photograph us fucking?"
"Oh, no!" both Susan and Marsha responded. "I swear there are only
the
two more pictures,"
Susan said. "And however wretched Richard may be about
some things,
he really is a man of his word," said Marsha. "If he tells you those
are all the
pictures and he won't take any more, you can believe him. I've seen
him in lots
of situations where he could have profited by shading the truth, but
he really does
believe in honesty, even if he's willing to blackmail you."
We discussed it some more and, after going round and round, finally
decided there
wasn't much to do but for me to meet Richard. I really wanted to
talk to Edgar,
but there was no way to reach him until late that afternoon and
apparently Richard
had insisted that I go to his office right away. I finally
decided that
I didn't have a choice. Susan agreed to drive me to his office and
to
wait for me.
She took me to the back entrance of his office, and, following her
directions,
I went up the stairs and knocked on his office door.
"I'm so glad to see you, Carol," Richard said, standing up from behind
his desk.
"I want my pictures back," I said.
"And you shall have them," he responded, "if you do exactly what I tell
you to do for
the next hour or so."
"You must be out of your mind," I said, "I could call the police and have
you arrested
for extortion."
"Yes," he said, "and wouldn't the trial be interesting. I bet all
your
friends would
be interested in the details and somehow I'm sure that the pictures
would get out."
I stood there with my mouth open. He really meant it. "I have
to think
about this,"
I said.
"Look," he said, "here's the deal. I'm going to go out of the office
for
exactly five
minutes. You can think all you want during that time, but when I
come back there
will be only two possibilities. Either you will have taken off all
your clothes,
hung them on the hooks there, gone into the room behind my desk
and laid down
on the table, or I will publish the pictures. There are no other
alternatives."
And he turned toward the door.
"Wait," I stammered, "give me a moment."
"Five minutes, starting NOW!" he said, looking at his watch as he left
the room.
Oh my God, I thought, and I began thinking of all the various
possibilities.
I didn't see a way out. What was I going to do? Suddenly I
realized that
I had let two minutes go by while I was debating with myself. If
I
didn't do something
quickly, I'd be telling him by default to publish those terrible
pictures.
Because the only course of action I could think of was to obey him, I
quickly undressed,
hurrying lest he come back before I was ready. I hung up my
clothes as directed,
opened the door behind his desk, and went naked into the
next room.
This room was about the same size as his office, but instead of all
the clutter
in his office, this room had nothing in it but a low table with a thin
mattress and
a pillow. The walls were bare except for one wall, on which there
was a huge mirror
running the width of the wall. The table was centered in front
of the mirror
and perpendicular to it.
No sooner was I on the table than Richard entered. "I'm glad you
made
the right choice.
You will get the pictures back, there will be no other pictures,
and I don't
think you'll find it all that unpleasant. The important thing, the
absolutely critical
thing, is that you must do exactly as I tell you, with no
hesitation,
no argument. The first bit of hesitation and I will walk out and
publish the
pictures. Is that understood?"
I nodded.
"Yes, Richard," he insisted. "Yes, Richard," I repeated.
"Good, now I want you to kneel on the table on your hands and knees,
with your head
away from the mirror and your legs spread. I want a good view
of your pussy
and your asshole in the mirror." I did as he told me. "That's
nice.
But let's just
push that ass up a little higher, spread those legs a little more, and
put your head
down on the pillow so it doesn't show in the mirror." Again, my
actions followed
his words. "Now, you came a little earlier than I had expected,
so I'm going
to have to leave you for a few minutes to get ready. Do not move
while I'm gone!
If I see any sign that you've moved while I was away, that's the
end of it.
Is that clear."
"Yes, Richard," I dutifully replied.
He left me in that totally degrading position. At first I felt like
screaming at
him for doing this to me. Then I began to realize that not only
couldn't I scream
at him, because then he'd publish the pictures even after
degrading me
like this, but that there was a certain advantage in agreeing to obey
him, in thus
surrendering my will to him. I no longer had any choice and thus
any responsibility
for what would happen. This was all his doing. With my head
down and my
ass up in the air, I was just along for the ride. Somehow, I seemed
to shed a burden
with that realization.
Edgar:
George and I left his house after breakfast and headed for his club.
The
idea was to
get in a few holes of golf in the morning and then to head for
Richard's office.
It seems that Richard ran a porno club in downtown Seattle,
with live sex
acts. It normally was only open in the evening, but in my honor,
George said,
Richard was arranging a private showing for us. So the morning
went pleasantly,
with lots of bad jokes. When I admired the golf course, George
assured me that
there were better holes at Richard's. When I appreciated his golf
stroke, he assured
me that we'd be seeing better stroking at Richard's. And on
and on.
When we got to Richard's, he was waiting for us in a bathrobe. "I
was
beginning to
think you weren't coming," he said. "You're a bit late so you'll
have
to hurry."
He led us into a room with a number of theater seats arranged facing
one end of the
room where there was a curtain covering the wall. He had us sit
in the front
row, right in the center.
"Edgar, you sit in seat number 1, George in 2. I have to apologize
but
you're going
to have to put your hands on the armrests and you'll be
automatically
handcuffed to the chairs. I don't like to do that but I have no
choice.
With the perverts you get in this business, if I didn't do that they'd
be
jerking off
all over my rug or sucking each other off. I had the system designed
so the curtain
won't open unless everyone here is shackled in. You won't be
terribly uncomfortable
and, as a special treat, in the middle of the show the
computer will
select one of you and free your cuffs. Then, if you'll go out the
door and make
two left turns you can be a part of the show. I know you'll like
that.
But I have to run now. Hurry and put your arms in place. Once
you do,
the lights will
go off and the curtain will open. Behind the curtain is a half-
silvered mirror.
As long as it's dark here and light on the other side, you'll be
able to see
everything and no one can see you. Quickly, because I've got to start
the show."
With the need for haste, I didn't think much about the oddity of it and
we
quickly put
our arms on the armrests. Instantly, they were clamped at the wrist.
The fit was
snug, but well padded, so it wasn't uncomfortable. Then Richard
left, the light
went out, and the curtain opened.
What a view! In front of us, not more than a few feet away, was a
woman's ass,
sticking right up at us. Her legs were spread so we had a clear
view of her
asshole, her cunt, and, between her legs, a bit of her tits hanging
down.
And it was a lovely ass. You could hear both George and me each let
out
our breath.
Then Richard entered the room with the woman. He was naked, his
dong in a state
of semi-erection. He walked to the right of the table, placed his
right hand on
the back of her neck and began caressing her with this left hand.
Slowly that
hand moved across her back and around that lovely ass. It circled
each cheek,
gently slid down her thighs, and then carefully began making its way
up. He
didn't actually touch her cunt, he moved his hand all around it, teasing
it.
Then he looked
up at us, as if to assure himself that we had a good view. Of
course, he couldn't
see us, but he could see the reflection in the mirror, so he
must have had
pretty much the same view as we did.
Still holding her neck down with his right hand, he brought his left hand
to her tits.
Between her legs we could see him gently pulling her nipples, and
we could see
her ass begin to wiggle. She was getting hot. As were the rest
of
us. Richard
now had a full-blown hard-on, and my prick was struggling to get
free of my underwear.
Because my wrists were clamped in place, I could do
nothing to ease
it's plight, but it felt like it might burst through on its own.
Now Richard returned his attention to her cunt. The fingers of his
left
hand danced
over her cunt lips, now touching them, now sliding down her thigh.
It wasn't long
before we could see those lips glistening, as she began churning
out her cunt
juices. Now he dipped a finger between the lips, wetting it with
her
juices, and
then sliding the glistening fingertip along the lips until soon her
whole cunt was
glistening. He continued prodding, each time his finger went in
a little deeper.
Her ass responded, pressing back on his finger as it went in.
Now his finger
was sopping and he spread the juices around, as far as her tightly
puckered asshole,
which he began coating with her fluids.
Richard continued. We could see his prick pulsing in the air as he
inserted two
fingers up that juicy cunt. Then out again and around until her
entire crotch
was saturated with her juices. He would thrust his fingers up her
cunt and she
would push back, trying to capture them, and then he'd pull out.
Once in a while
he'd slip a wet fingertip up her tight little asshole. At first she
started to pull
away, but then she seemed to begin to like it, even pushing back
on his finger
to try to get more of it up her ass. Now he had three fingers up
her
cunt and it
was clear she was ready for fucking.
To give us a clear view of the fuck, he rotated the table so that it ran
parallel to
the mirror. I watched as he positioned himself at her cunt and began
to tease her
with the tip of his prick. My attention was so riveted on that action
that I didn't
look at the woman's face until George suddenly said, "Isn't that
Carol?"
With a shock, I immediately recognized the face of my wife just as
Richard began
to slide his cock up her very eager cunt.
Carol:
When Richard came back into the room, I couldn't see him at first
because, obeying
his order, I had kept my head down. But my head was turned
to my right
and he came up on that side of me, so I could see that he was naked,
his cock only
slightly hard. "That's good, Carol. Just keep your head down,"
he
said, and placed
one hand on the back of my neck to keep my head down. Then
his other hand
began caressing me. Initially I felt nothing but revulsion, but as
I
relaxed, it
began to feel not all that bad, and after a while it actaully began to
feel nice.
He was so gentle and smooth. I had thought he'd just want to ram
his
cock up my pussy
and begin pumping away, but he was patient. He took his
time and his
hand seemed to worship my body. It made me feel young again.
It
wasn't that
Edgar wasn't good in bed, but this was a new hand, caressing my
body in a new
way, with new and slightly different nuances. His hand slid over
may ass, it
fondled each cheek, it caressed my thighs. It didn't even touch my
cunt, just circled
around it. The tension was building up in me as I waited for
that touch.
But it didn't come then. He turned his attention to my tits.
Reaching
underneath me,
he cupped each tit, gently pulling it one way and then the other.
His fingers
sought out my nipples, which by this time had become hard, and he
tugged on them,
rolled them between his fingers, pressed them up into my tits.
My nipples have
always been very sensitive and I get very excited when they are
stimulated,
so even though it was against all common sense to do so under the
circumstances,
I began to respond to his caresses. I couldn't control my ass from
pushing up into
the air, like a cat in heat.
As if in response, Richard freed his hand from beneath me and began to
tease my cunt.
I could feel his fingers gently sliding over my labia, then away,
than back again.
A finger slid between the labia and I knew I was wet. I began
to lose control.
I actually wanted those fingers inside me. He soon seemed to
sense this and
granted my unspoken wish. I could feel him probing deep within
me and automatically
I thrust back, trying to capture him more deeply. But he
would escape,
spreading my juices all over. At one point, he slid the tip of his
finger into
my asshole. That usually turns me off, and I pulled away a little.
But
he continued
teasing my cunt, seemingly sticking more and more fingers in it,
and every time
the fingers pulled out, one slid a little farther up my asshole.
Whether it was
the excitement of his finger-fucking or the amount of juices that
he managed to
get up my ass, I soon began to relish even his ass fucking. I
wanted his fingers
up both my holes. I wanted more. I wanted his now stiff,
pulsing prick
to be buried in my cunt.
Again, he seemed to read my mind, or my body motions. He rotated
the
table to the
right so that I could watch in the mirror, and placed the tip of his
cock on the
edge of my pussy. Oh, I wanted that cock. Not daring to change
my
position, I
tried to push my ass as far back as I could to capture his cock.
But his
patience continued.
He teased me. At first, he only rubbed his cockhead along
my labia.
Then slowly, he slipped just the tip in. I began to moan, "Put it
in, put
it all the way
in."
"What did you say? Say it louder. Say my name. What do
you want,
Carol?" he quietly
said. "Your cock, Richard" I grunted. "Louder," he insisted.
"I want your
cock. Shove it up me, Richard. Fuck me!"
Then he began in earnest. He slid his prick all the way in.
I could see
his balls between
my legs. I pushed back to meet his thrusts. Together we
began pumping
harder and harder, building up to that final climax.
He leaned slightly forward and slid one hand under my pelvis so that he
could massage
my clit. That did it. With his cock pounding into my cunt and
his fingers
dancing on my clit, I blew my top. Shudder after shudder raced
through my body,
forcing screams out of my mouth. He responded with one
loud yell and
I could feel him pumping his sperm deep within me. He collapsed
on me for a
moment and my arms and knees finally gave way.
Then he rose, walked around me, and positioned me on my side so I
could look in
the mirror. His hand gently slid back and forth along my shoulder
as he complimented
me. "That was excellent, Carol. And it wasn't too
unpleasant,
was it?" I stared at my naked body in the mirror, at his semen
oozing out of
my cunt, at his naked body with his now flaccid cock. No, it
wasn't too unpleasant.
I smiled.
"Tell me, Carol. Did you dislike it?" he asked, his hand gently
rubbing
my back and
shoulders. "Tell me honestly."
"No," I admitted, "I didn't dislike it. Give me my pictures now and
we
can part friends."
"Ah," he said, still rubbing, "you've only earned one picture." "What,"
I
started to sit
up. "Now, now," his hand on my shoulders held me down, "don't
violate our
agreement now. No arguments. Remember. You're halfway
there,
but it's been
barely half an hour. We said a little over an hour. So there's
time
for you to fuck
again. This time, with a friend of mine."
His hand held me down. A friend of his! Was I to be his whore?
But
with a firm
hand and a firm voice he reminded me of our agreement - whatever
he ordered me
to do - and I sank back in resignation. "I don't think you'll find
this unpleasant
either, and it will give you a little variety. But we must rest up
so
we can regain
our strength and go again," he said as he lay beside me on the
table, his hands
gently massaging my shoulders, my back, my side. I was
beginning to
think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad either.
Edgar:
I couldn't believe it. There, right in front of me, was my wife Carol,
not
just being fucked
by Richard, but participating, thrusting her pelvis back at him
to meet his
thrusts. I knew that expression on her face, her head back, her eyes
closed.
She was on the verge. She was fucking for all she was worth and was
going to explode
all over the place.
How had this happened? She had barely met Richard. Had something
happened last
night after I blacked out? How had she arranged this? Why was
she fucking
another man, and in a show in front of me and George? Did she
know we were
there?
But fuck she did, pumping back and forth as Richard's cock drove into
her. He
reached around her and fingered her clit and I could see the grimace
come to her
face as she started to come. Her mouth opened and in my mind I
could hear her
scream of ecstacy even though in reality the glass between us
silenced it.
Then Richard's body jerked as he came, pumping his semen into my
wife before
my eyes.
They collapsed on the table and I struggled to catch my breath. Richard
got off her
and lay on the table beside her and they both seemed to be looking at
me. I
stared back in a daze, watching another man's come slowly ooze from my
wife's cunt.
George let out a slow breath. "Wow," he said, "that was fantastic.
They
really threw
themselves into it. Did you know she was going to be in it?
Does
she usually
do this sort of thing?"
I would have throttled him, but my wrists were still clamped to the
armrests.
I struggled for words to say, but then gave up. What could I say?
How had Carol
wound up fucking Richard before my eyes? I didn't know. I
didn't even
know how I felt about it. Of course, intellectually I was infuriated.
She had betrayed
me. And of course I had pangs of jealousy. Why would she
fuck Richard?
But still, there was an element of excitement. Whatever my mind
or my heart
might feel, my prick had responded. If I could have freed my hand
to touch it,
I would have come in an instant. I sat there silently next to George,
taking deep
breaths to try to calm myself.
Richard lay next to Carol on the table, gently stroking her. It was
a
calm, reassuring
stroke along her sides, her back, her shoulders. His strokes
gradually turned
into a massage. It was almost restful, lulling her into gentle
relaxation,
pulling the tension out of her. Then, after about ten minutes or
so, he
rose from the
table and positioned Carol on her back, her legs drawn up and
spread wide.
He turned the table back so her open legs faced the window,
giving us a
clear view of her cunt, from which his come still seeped.
He stood beside her and continued his slow stroking, now her belly, her
sides, her arms.
His strokes would occasionally move close to her tits. Every
now and then
he would gently cup a tit. Then he'd release it and return to her
stomach or side.
A few strokes later and his hand would slide up almost to her
nipple, but
then retreat. I could see that Carol was coming out of the stupor
induced by that
fuck and was beginning to be aroused again. Her nipples
hardened as
he circled round them with a fingertip. His hands slid between her
legs, tauntingly
circling her cunt, which continued to slowly dribble out his
come, but never
quite touching it.
This continued for a while until Carol began to respond with involuntary
motions of her
ass. Then Richard bent over her and took one nipple between his
lips.
He tugged on it gently, released it, and slowly ran his tongue around it.
The nipple got
harder and he repeated the process.
He then knelt between her legs, rotating the table slightly to give us
a
clear view,
and began teasing her cunt lips with his tongue. He ran the tip of
it
around the edges
of her pussy, then slid his tongue between her lips just a tiny
bit. Her
ass was beginning to rock from side to side. She threw one arm over
her eyes and
with the other hand began kneading her breast.
It was at this point that George suddenly raised his arms. His clamps
had opened.
"Oh my God," he said, "I'm the one who gets to participate. I, I,..."
he looked at
me. "Look, I don't know how you feel about this, but,... wow, this
sort of thing
never happened to me. And she's terrific. I mean, I don't know
what to say
to you, but I can't turn down this opportunity. I mean..." but he
never finished.
He turned and rushed out the door.
I sat there with my heart pounding in my chest. I had just sat there
watching a casual
acquaintance and my wife fucking their brains out, in front of
me he was now
sucking her off and she was clearly loving it, and soon I was
going to have
to watch a guy who I thought was my friend join in. I wanted to
kill the two
of them. And yet, I realized that my prick was as hard as a rock.
It
had somehow
worked it's way free of my underpants and was pressing up against
my belly.
I could feel the pre-come wetness oozing from it. This catastrophe
of
my wife fucking
another man in full view of me was not only terrible, it was the
most exciting
thing I had ever seen. I didn't want to admit it, but I actually
wanted to see
more.
And more I was to see. Richard rose from between Carol's legs, leaving
her pussy lips
wide open and glistening. He walked to her side and positioned
his stiff prick
close to her mouth. She didn't hesitate. She turned her head
to his
cock and opened
her mouth to accept it. Her tongue slid around the tip and then
she moved her
head toward it to engulf his cock head. Richard moved closer
and began slowly
sliding his prick in and out of her mouth. I could clearly see
from the motion
of her jaws and cheek that she was sucking on it as he pumped.
At this moment, George entered the room completely naked, with one of
the biggest
pricks I've ever seen sticking straight out in front of him. Richard
said something
to him and he walked to Carol's side, opposite from Richard.
Carol stopped
sucking Richard's dick and turned. She stared at George's horse
cock and then
put her hand on it. Still holding it in her hand, she turned back
and resumed
her cocksucking. Her hand slid up and down that giant prick.
Carol:
Richard's massaging had helped me regain my strength and composure.
I was beginning
to feel that I was ready for my second fuck. He made me lie on
my back with
my legs drawn up, my feet on the table, and turned me so I could
see my pussy
in the mirror. Then he caressed my body, my arms, my stomach,
my legs.
At first it was simply pleasant, but his hands came closer and closer to
my tits and
he soon began to tease my nipples. As he did that, electric pulses
seemed to radiate
from them. Then he teased my cunt, not quite touching it.
Again, I felt
the tension build up. When would he touch it. I wanted him
to
touch it, to
penetrate it. I felt the urge to push his hand into my cunt.
Still
teasing my cunt,
he leaned over and began to suck my nipple. That has always
been a huge
turn-on for me, and it certainly worked this time. Now I really
wanted him.
I was ready to fuck again.
Richard seemed to understand that, because he moved to between my
legs and began
to lick my pussy, and I went wild. First it was just with the tip
of
his tongue,
then his tongue darted in farther, then he began a more fervid licking.
I was on the
edge, I almost came, but he stopped just in time and walked around
until his prick
was right by my mouth. He didn't have to tell me, I wanted it in
my mouth and
I immediately began to lick and suck it. I could feel him getting
more and more
excited, but he suddenly told me to stop and look toward my
other side.
The first thing I saw was this tremendous prick, bigger than any I'd seen
before, and
a huge sack with mammoth balls hanging down. I then realized with
a shock that
they belonged to George. George had previously struck me as thin
and fragile,
but that stiff giant prick and those immense balls gave him a solidity
and strength
that hadn't shown when he was dressed. So this was Richard's
"friend" who
I was going to have to fuck.
Richard told me to stroke that big dick but at the same time to return
to
sucking his
cock, which had softened just a bit during the time I had turned
away.
With Richard's cock in my mouth, getting back it's previous hardness, I
ran my hand
up and down George's cock. It was so big, I couldn't get my hand
around it.
How was it going to fit in my pussy?
I had often wondered about big pricks. Everyone always said that
"size
doesn't matter,"
and certainly I had always been satisfied with Edgar's average-
size prick (and
had just been satisfied by Richard's, which was no bigger than
Edgar's), but
I couldn't help wondering what a large one would feel like. Could
I get it in
without splitting? Would it feel different? Better?
Then Richard told George to fuck me. The donkey-cock left my hand
and a moment
later I could feel its tip brushing across my labia. I prayed that
he
would go gently,
not just ram that monster in me. George must have heard my
prayer, for
he was very gentle, just barely pressing his cock head against the
opening of my
cunt while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I continued sucking
Richard's cock,
but my attention was on my cunt.
Slowly, just a little bit at first, I felt that prick go in, gently stretching
my
labia apart
and expanding my cunt walls. The prick receded and came back
again, just
a little bit more. Steadily George continued this, each time going
in
just a little
deeper, giving my cunt a chance to expand, then pulling out, then
repeating the
process. Then, at last, I knew it was really in me. I was full.
I
could feel the
walls of my cunt stretched wide. My God! But when I glanced
down I realized
that, full as I felt, most of George's prick was still outside me.
That fucker
still had a huge way to go!
Just then Richard began to come.
Now I wanted it all. I wanted to swallow all his come and I wanted
that
giant cock all
the way in me. I sucked every drop from Richard's cock and
licked it clean
as he began to pull away. I squeezed his balls and milked the
shaft of his
cock to force all his come out the tip of his prick. I even tried
to get
my tongue up
his little hole so as not to miss a drop. When there was no more
left for me
to gobble up, I turned my attention to George's prick.
I arched my back and pushed as hard as I could, trying to slide my cunt
further along
that prick. More and more of it disappeared as George continued
to move in and
out, a little more each time. I felt that it had hit bottom, but
I still
wanted more,
I wanted it all, the entire length of that gargantuan cock. I would
stretch in all
directions but I had to have it all.
George went on slowly pumping away, each time going still deeper
until, finally,
at last, he had it all in. I had that whole monster cock inside me!
I
could feel his
balls slapping against my ass as he continued his thrusts. I was
stuffed and
stretched and I had it all. Then, like an earthquake building up,
spasms raced
through me as I began to come. Giant tremor after tremor shook
me, followed
by a series of violent aftershocks. That must have done it for
George, too,
for then he was coming, too, as he continued to pump in and out of
me. We
both let out screams as the earthquake radiated out from our groins.
Edgar:
I couldn't believe that George's monster cock would fit in Carol's cunt.
But there was
George slowly working it up into her pussy right in front of my
face.
I thought he would tear her. I thought she would pull away.
I thought I
would come just
watching.
I realized that I actually wanted to see him fuck her, I wanted to see
my
wife sliding
her cunt down his giant cock! He was giving her something I could
never do, and
I wanted him to do it. I found myself whispering, "Go ahead, give
it to her, fuck
her, ram it in. Go ahead, Carol, take it all in, fuck that cock!"
I saw Richard coming in Carol's mouth and saw her sucking away. From
the motions
of her throat I could tell she was swallowing his come, something
she had never
done for me, and as he pulled away I could see her licking the last
drops from the
head of his cock, squeezing all the juice out of his cock as she
licked it.
My balls ached as I watched with envy.
Then with Richard's come dribbling down the side of her mouth, she
turned toward
George, lifted her ass from the table, and pushed down on his
prick, gradually
taking the entire monster in. Now she was fucking in earnest.
I
couldn't believe
how excited it made me to watch my wife fucking that huge
prick.
To see her worked up with that huge dong going in and out of her cunt
was working
me up beyond belief. As she began to come, I was out of control.
Without being
able to touch my prick, I started to come in my pants!
I continued coming as I watched George come, too, pumping his come
up her cunt.
He continued to drive in and out of her as he came, and I could see
the white come
glistening on his prick with each outward stroke. I watched her
face distort,
her mouth open, as her body shook and she spasmed over and over.
The three of
us were shaking together.
The spasms died down, the tremors ceased, and finally everyone was
motionless for
a few moments: Richard, who had been watching as his prick
shriveled up,
Carol who lay exhausted on the table, George who was now using
his arms to
hold himself up over Carol, and I with the wet spot in my pants
beginning to
show through and spread. Then George slowly disengaged himself.
As he pulled
out of Carol I could see that his prick, which was beginning to lose
its rigidity,
was still connected to Carol's cunt by a long, thin strand of his come,
which stretched
as he moved away from her until it finally broke.
George left the room first. Carol lay there motionless with a puddle
of
come forming
between her legs, where it ran from her cunt. Come also seeped
from the corner
of her mouth, which she had formed into a contented smile.
Richard gently
roused her and helped her off the table and toward the door, the
come running
down her cheek and legs.
Richard went out the door first. Just before Carol could follow him
out,
he turned back
and pointed toward the mirror. Carol turned to look at it and
suddenly my
side of the mirror was bathed in light. She could see me! Aghast,
I
stared at her
through my own ghostlike reflection as she stared back. Then, just
as suddenly,
there was complete darkness, the lights on both sides went out.
When finally
the light came back on, the curtain in front of the window had
closed and I
was sitting there, alone and still clamped to the armrests, with a
clammy feeling
in my pants and a clearly visible wet spot.
Carol:
As we were leaving the room, Richard told me to look back at the
mirror.
I turned, expecting that he wanted me see how satisfied I looked after
so
much incredible
fucking. As I did, however, a light went on behind the mirror
and I could
see through it. There, to my horror, I could see Edgar staring back
at
me. Then
suddenly everything was dark.
I stood in the dark, sticky with semen on my face and running down my
legs, not knowing
which way to turn. My husband had been watching me
fucking two
of his "friends." How long had he been there? Why did he just
sit
there?
When the lights went back on, there was nothing but a mirror on the
wall.
Was Edgar still watching me through it? I quickly left the room and
entered the
office. I felt like killing Richard, but he was nowhere in sight.
Under a lamp
on his desk, were those two polaroids that had led me into all this.
Beside them
was a pair of scissors of the type doctors use to cut off dressings -
the kind with
round bumps on the tips. Richard had known what I would have
done to him
if I had had a sharp weapon!
I grabbed the pictures and cut them into a thousand tiny pieces.
Then I
started toward
the outer door to look for Richard. I suddenly realized that I
couldn't go
running through the halls looking for him when I was completely
naked, so I
turned back to the hooks where I had left my clothes, and quickly
dressed.
I couldn't leave even the tiny, unrecognizable pieces of the pictures
there, so I
gathered them up in my hands and went out the door.
Waiting, as I now remembered she had promised to do, was Susan.
"Where's the
bastard?" I demanded of her. "They both left," she said. "They
drove off just
a few minutes ago. I don't know where they were going."
Frustrated, I stood there not knowing what to do. "Come on," she
said,
"I'll drive
you home."
"I can't go back to George's house now."
"I know. Marsha and I realized that, so we got you a luxury room
in a
nice hotel.
It's paid for. It's the least we could do. Come on, you need
a good
shower and a
lie-down."
I meekly followed her to her car. "How will Edgar find me?" I asked.
"Marsha will
drive him. She'll take him back to her place to get your suitcases
and then bring
him to the hotel. Come on, get in the car."
At that point, I shut out all thought. I was back to doing as I was
told,
taking no responsibility.
My last gesture of will was to throw the pieces of the
polaroids out
the window, scattering them to the wind as the car sped down the
highway, and
then I closed my eyes and my mind.
Susan took me into the hotel and up to the room. She opened the door,
handed me the
key, and left without saying anything more. It was just as well.
I
didn't know
whether to curse her or thank her. Still in a daze, I walked into
the
room, locking
the door behind me, set the key down on a table, and looked
around.
In other circumstances I would have noticed that it was a lovely room
with a spectacular
view of the mountains. But that didn't interest me now. I
walked into
the bathroom. In an alcove by the door hung two lush-looking terry-
cloth robes.
In front of me were all the things I would need: soap, shampoo,
mouthwash, a
hair-dryer, and even a bidet. I dropped the clothes I had worn and
began the cleansing
process. First I rinsed out my mouth over and over again
with the mouthwash
until I had used it up. I wanted no remnant of the taste of
Richard's semen.
I used the bidet to clean my cunt of every drop of the semen
that had been
deposited there. Then I stepped into the shower. I shampooed
my
hair and scrubbed
every inch of my body. I wanted not one molecule to be left
of the bodily
fluids that I, Richard, and George had left. I wanted to be clean.
When I finally was satisfied, I dried my hair and my body, put on one of
the robes, went
into the other room, and sat down in front of the window.
Though I was
looking at the view, I wasn't seeing it. I finally opened my mind
up and began
thinking and worrying. Where was Edgar? What was he thinking?
Would he even
come here? What would he say?
As I began to worry about these, there was a knock on the door. Was
it
Edgar, or was
it some other part of this bizarre plot? I looked through the
peephole and
saw Edgar and a bellhop with our bags. Still not knowing how
Edgar would
react to me, or how I would react to him, I opened the door.
Edgar:
Although the curtain was closed and the light was on, the clamps still
had held me
to the armrests for what seemed forever but probably wasn't more
than fifteen
minutes. I had sat there furious and horrified, with a chill slowly
developing from
the damp spot in my pants. Then the clamps opened and I
leaped up and
out of the room. I was going to follow George to the room on the
other side of
the curtain and confront them all, although I had no idea what I
would do then.
But I couldn't get there. All the internal doors were closed and
locked. I
pounded on them,
but to no avail. In desperation, I rushed out the back door,
where I ran
into Marsha.
"Come on," she said, "I'll drive you. Everyone has left."
"Where?" I said. "Where's Carol? Where are the rest of them?"
"Susan has taken Carol to a hotel. I have no idea where George and
Richard went.
Come with me and let's get your bags out of my house and then
I'll take you
to the hotel and to Carol. Come on. It's all over here."
I looked around me as if I would somehow see what to do, and then
reluctantly
I got in the car with Marsha. What else was there to do? They
had
all gone.
We went to her house, got our bags, and she took me to the hotel.
She
got a bellboy
for the bags, told him the room number, and left. The bellboy took
me to the room
and knocked on the door.
Carol answered, looking clean and bewildered in a terry-cloth robe.
We
stared at each
other, neither of us saying a word, while the bellboy brought the
bags in.
I tipped him, he left, and I closed and locked the door behind him.
Then I turned
back to Carol. We stood motionless, looking at each other.
"How could you do that?" I eventually asked, and she told me her whole
story.
"How could you just sit there and watch?" she asked when she had
finished her
story, and I told her my story.
We still stood there, looking at each other, neither of us moving forward.
"It looked like
you were enjoying it," I said.
"I hated it at first, when I first lay naked and exposed on the table,
until I
realized that
I had no choice and therefore no responsibility. Then my mind just
shut down.
When Richard was so gentle, my body betrayed me." She paused a
moment or two,
looked down at the floor, and continued. "Ultimately, it turned
out to be incredibly
exciting."
Neither of us said anything for a while. Then she asked, "Was it
painful
for you, watching?"
"When I first recognized you, a jolt pain stabbed through my body like
an icicle.
But even that pain contributed to making it the most exciting thing
I've ever seen."
I looked down at the stain on my pants. "I came in my pants."
Again, we stood there silently. "Do you think," she asked, "that
they
were all in
on it? Setting us up from the start?" "I don't know," I said,
"It shows
how little we
know about them."
"At first, I wanted to kill them, quite literally. But then..." she
hesitated,
"then...they
did arrange one hell of an experience." "Yes, one hell of an
experience,"
I reluctantly agreed. "I really wanted to kill him when he turned
the
light on and
I saw you there, watching me." "Even that," I said, as the idea
slowly dawned
on me, "it meant that we had to be honest with each other." She
seemed to think
it over, and then said simply, "Yes."
Then, I had to ask her, "Did you enjoy that huge cock?"
Carol seemed to be debating with herself for a moment. "I've often
wondered what
it would be like, fantasized." She paused. "And then, there
it
was. It
was so big, I was afraid at first, when I touched it, when I was stroking
it. But
he worked it in so slowly, so gently. It felt different, it felt...,"
she
hesitated at
the word, "it felt good." She paused. "Yes, I enjoyed it....but
once
was enough."
I asked the critical questions: "Can I satisfy you now? Will
you ever
want just me?"
She looked into my eyes. "I want you now."
We tore into each other.
Carol:
He satisfied me then, more than satisfied me. And he's continued
to
satisfy me ever
since, as we keep rediscovering our bodies.
Afterword:
Only the humming of the ship's engines broke the silence. Beyond
the
reflections
of the ship's lights there was nothing but a layer of blackness
reaching up
to the pointlike stars, lightyears away. We all sat there, staring
at
the ship's wake.
Then Edgar and Carol quietly got up and left.
We didn't see them again until the next morning, after we had landed.
Then, as we
headed toward a cab, laden down with our bags, they passed in front
of us.
We didn't say a word to them. It was as if they were strangers.