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From: Octavian <octavianknight11@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Modern Love Story (MF cuckold creampie oral romance)
Date: Tue,  6 Aug 2002 09:10:02 -0400
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Hello 
I'm not sure if I have done this correctly. My story is rather long
some 47000 words but it has been very highly rated on the Literotica
site (no 7 in the top 26000! with 4.79 average score out of 5)
 It is also on StoriesonLine and I was asked to allow it to be a
'guest story' on Night Rider's own site. 
I have set it up as plain text as advised by Night Rider
I hope you see fit to post it.
Octavian


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	           A Modern Love Story
 						
                           By						

                       Octavian

Prologue

    God, there has to be an easier way to make a living. Dave Parker was on his 
back in the loft of an old detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently 
been widowed, was having some work done on the house before she put it on 
the market. The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor to 
indemnify the purchaser of a property in the event of any major work needing to 
be done in the two years immediately after the sale. It was possible to get 
insurance cover for this contingency, provided the property had been surveyed 
and subject to an approved contractor repairing any defects found. The company 
for whom Dave worked, Brown & Co, was such a contractor, and had been 
appointed to undertake the remedial work on the roof timbers.
    All these old houses were the same. There was always a lifetime of 
accumulated junk stored in the loft. He had been forced to move much of it 
around in order to undertake the ultrasonic scans and he was sweating freely 
from his exertions. He was now wedged in the area close to the eaves, right 
where the roof trusses met the joists. There was hardly any room to move.  Not 
only that; the loft had been insulated with fibreglass and it was already irritating 
his skin. The dust mask he was wearing merely exacerbated the sense of 
claustrophobia. Still, at least the old biddy that owned the house was very 
pleasant. She would regularly make him coffee and there was always a plateful 
of biscuits too. He had got talking to her the day before and she had told him that 
she was selling up because the house was now far too big for her following the 
death of her husband. She was moving to a smaller, more manageable house, 
not too far from where her daughter and her son-in-law lived.  
    There was one last section of the joists to test. He would have to shift some 
wooden boxes to gain access. He was able to move the first box without any 
trouble but the second one seemed to be much heavier. He managed to drag it 
far enough along the boards to allow him to crawl behind it. It was quite dark in 
this area and he was obstructing what little light there was. Fortunately he had a 
torch with him and he was able to attach the probe without too much difficulty. He 
began to ease himself out and then something caught his eye. He shone his 
torch at the object in question. A thick manila envelope, covered in dust, was 
resting on the fibreglass insulation. Maybe it had fallen from one of the wooden 
boxes that he had just moved. He wriggled over to it and picked it up planning to 
put it back. 
   "Dave," he heard her say, "I've made you a cup of coffee."
   "Thank you, Mrs Mayhew, I'll be right down." He slid back into the main area of 
the loft and putting down the envelope and his torch, he climbed down the loft 
ladder to the landing. She had left him a mug of freshly percolated coffee and a 
plate containing a generous helping of biscuits. He carefully placed the mug on 
the plate and holding onto the ladder with his free hand, he returned to the loft. 
He had forgotten about the torch until he trod on it. He lost his balance and in his 
efforts to regain it, the mug of coffee slipped across the plate, discharging its 
contents as it did so. The plate was awash with coffee and sodden biscuits. Not 
only that, there was coffee on the floor too, and it was already permeating the 
envelope. He quickly picked it up and mopped at it with his handkerchief. It was 
already soaked so he promptly removed the contents. There was a videocassette 
and a bundle of loose papers held together by an elastic band. The video was 
entitled, 'Majorcan Pleasures' and judging by the name, was one of those scenic 
videos that tourists used to buy as a souvenir of their holidays. The cassette was 
only slightly wet and he was able to wipe it dry with his handkerchief. 
    But it was not that simple with the papers; coffee had already begun to seep 
into the edges of some of them. Mopping at them would not make much 
difference. It made more sense to wave them about in the air and to try and dry 
them that way. So that was what he proceeded to do.  And then a four-letter word 
caught his eye. He looked more closely at the top document. The word only 
appeared once amidst the mass of close typed text that filled four fifths of the 
page, yet his eyes had somehow alighted on it. He read the sentence containing 
the word and then the paragraph containing the sentence. Then he read the 
whole page starting from the heading  'Chapter 1'. He was intrigued and he 
carefully removed the elastic band from the bundle in order to read the next 
page. It was a continuation of the text, the figure two at the foot of the page 
confirming the fact. He thumbed through the other sheets. They were all 
consecutively numbered and he realised he was looking at the manuscript of a 
book.


Chapter 1

    My wife, Kelly, is drop-dead gorgeous, an absolute stunner. She is twenty-nine 
years old, about five feet nine tall and has long dark brown shoulder length hair. 
Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in 
coils, framing her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown 
eyes and an even warmer smile. She thinks that her mouth is too big but since 
she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an 
Italian, especially when she has got a tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but 
shapely. Her bust is full yet firm enough for her to dispense with her bra when 
she wants to. She has a narrow waist, a lovely firm rounded backside and long 
legs that seem even longer when she wears tight trousers. She looks after herself 
and goes regularly to a keep fit class as well as a tennis club. I reckon that she 
could have been a model, but in fact she works for a small company supplying 
computer products.
    As if her looks and figure weren't enough she also has a wonderful personality. 
She is always happy and it is no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up 
any room she enters. She is by nature, caring and considerate and, in 
consequence, is well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my 
objectivity is open to question, but during the six years we have been married, a 
number of our friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually 
going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know. To put the icing on the 
cake, so to speak, she is very good in bed. And not only in bed either; but also in 
the lounge, in the kitchen, in the garden or wherever else we happen to be when 
the fancy takes her. Suffice it to say that she is particularly gifted in this respect. 
And before anyone questions my objectivity, let me say that a man whom Kelly 
had met a couple of months earlier, has the same opinion. How do I know? 
Because he told me so himself! In words that will remain indelibly stamped in my 
memory, he casually informed me that my wife was a 'fabulous fuck'!  But maybe 
I should start at the beginning.   
    Kelly and I have been married for just over six years. We weren't childhood 
sweethearts exactly but we have known each other since we were children.  She 
is the younger sister of Sean, who was my best friend at junior school. She was 
just six years old and was having a birthday party when we first met. Sean didn't 
want to be the only boy present so I was also invited. It's funny how some things 
stick in the mind. I can't remember anything about the party but Kelly can. 
Apparently there were some chocolate fingers on a plate on the table and she 
argued with me because I took the last one. Not so long ago I came across some 
photos that were taken at this very party. It was evident she was self-conscious 
about the brace on her teeth, but she actually looked quite sweet in her blue 
check dress and her hair in pigtails. However appearances can be deceptive and 
according to her brother she was a real pain. 
    I suppose I started to become more aware of her when she was about eight or 
nine. Sean and Kelly had been invited to a fancy dress party and their mother 
had made costumes for them. Sean's was Sir Lancelot, and Kelly's was Lady 
Guinivere. I did not go to the party because my parents could not afford to make 
me a costume, although I only found that out some years later. A few days 
afterwards, I was round Sean's house and we were playing Knights of the Round 
Table. Sean was dressed up in his Sir Lancelot costume whilst I was in my 
everyday clothes pretending to be Sir Galahad. Kelly felt sorry for me and she 
gave me the scarf to wear from her Lady Guinivere outfit.  She said this was her 
'favour' and it signified that I was her champion and that I would for evermore 
have to protect her honour.    
    I remember her turning into a bit of a tomboy, when she genuinely preferred to 
be with boys, rather than with friends of her own sex. She would often come out 
with Sean and me when we went tree climbing in the nearby woods. She was 
both agile and fearless and would invariably climb higher and quicker than 
anyone else. She would also join in when we played football and she was 
actually quite skilful. She had good ball control and she could use both feet. Not 
only that, when she tackled you, she really got stuck in. The only thing she 
wouldn't do was to head the ball because she didn't like getting her hair dirty!
    In fact, she seemed to have a natural ability at any sport involving a ball. She 
was gifted at tennis, and having joined a local club, won both the junior and then 
the intermediate cups.  She became a regular in her school netball team and it 
wasn't long before she was made captain, eventually going on to play for the 
county. She had stopped playing football much earlier, realising that her legs 
looked all the more attractive when they weren't covered in bruises.  
     I cannot exactly recall when my feelings for her became more intense, when I 
began to think of her as more than just Sean's sister. I may have been about 
fifteen or sixteen. I know it took me ages to pluck up the courage to ask her out 
on a proper date and I don't think I will ever forget my trepidation as I waited to 
see how she would react. To my great relief she agreed, and we arranged to go 
to the cinema. I felt very proud as I purchased two tickets for the back row. 
Unfortunately I didn't have enough money for two popcorns and two orangeades, 
so I bought just the one drink and two straws.  Kelly had placed our container of 
orangeade on the armrest so that we could share it. I decided I would take my 
coat off and in so doing managed to knock over the drink, spilling it all into her 
lap! The cold and sticky orange juice utterly soaked her. To make matters worse 
she had dropped her popcorn from the shock and that was sticking to her dress. I 
was mortified, she was furious and she stormed out of the cinema saying that she 
would never speak to me again! However Kelly was no more successful in 
shaking me off, than she had been shaking off the popcorn. She agreed to go out 
with me on another date and whilst she was getting ready, Sean, ever one to 
tease his sister, couldn't resist a joke at her (my?) expense and offered her the 
loan of his wet suit. Fortunately it wasn't needed on this occasion or indeed on 
any of our subsequent regular dates.  
    And despite the inauspicious start, our relationship flourished and we became 
quite serious. We even discovered sex together, and, in a never to be forgotten 
moment, jointly lost our virginity. However the relationship began to cool when I 
went away to Bristol to further my education. And the final nail in the coffin was 
hammered in when Kelly got a place at Durham University. In all honesty neither 
of us was that upset; we both realised that we had been too serious at too young 
an age.
    I had wanted to see a bit of the world before I settled down anyway, and the 
break-up with Kelly provided the necessary stimulus. I set off on a round the 
world trip expecting to be away for a year or so but I was away for nearly three 
times as long. I had ended up in Australia and I liked the country and the lifestyle 
so much that I wanted to make it my permanent home. However applications to 
emigrate could only be made from England and I therefore had to return. 
    I had been at my parents' home for about a month or so when I bumped into 
Sean. We were really pleased to see each other and naturally we had lots to talk 
about. Of course I asked him about Kelly and he informed me that she now had a 
steady boyfriend whom she'd met when she had been studying at Durham.  Sean 
was on his way to meet some of his friends in a pub and he asked me to join him, 
which of course, I did. By chance Kelly was there. She and her boyfriend had 
planned to go elsewhere but they'd had a big row and he had stormed off. Kelly 
did not want to be alone on a Saturday night, and as Sean had told her where he 
was going, she reasoned that she would at least be with him and his friends. But 
she hadn't anticipated his friend from his earliest childhood being present.  
    We saw each other at the same moment. She hadn't changed much in the 
intervening three years. She'd filled out just a little but she was still slim. She had 
clearly gained confidence and was, if anything, even more attractive. 
    She was smiling as she said, "Let me know if you are going to take your jacket 
off, Ben, and I'll move all the drinks out the way!" 
    We kissed with real affection and then we just looked at each other.  She may 
have been slightly misty eyed; I know that I was. I had fallen in love, for the 
second time in my life, and with exactly the same person!  We arranged to meet 
the following week and everything thereafter was inevitable. We were married 
two years later. With the benefit of hindsight I recognise that we were sexually 
inexperienced at the time. Kelly had had sexual relations with her boyfriend at 
university and I'd been with a handful of girls during my time in Australia, but we 
were still pretty green. 
    Me, I'm thirty-two and I work in a busy corporate finance house, part of a major 
international banking conglomerate.  I used to work in a private bank and I made 
a fair amount of money when we were taken over some two years ago. With this 
money, Kelly and I bought an old detached house, in quite large grounds, 
situated in a leafy secluded part of Surrey. 
    Now that we were financially secure we wanted to start a family.  We tried for 
about twelve months but without success. Finally we both undertook tests in a 
private clinic early last year. The results showed that Kelly had some rare medical 
condition preventing her from being able to conceive. This caused her to become 
very depressed and, incredible as it might seem, even to entertain doubts about 
her own femininity. As a result she lost interest in sex. This was rather frustrating 
for me, to say the least. But I knew she was a naturally happy person, who would, 
sooner, rather than later, put this all behind her and I was therefore quite 
confident that things would return to normal. In the interim I obtained my sexual 
relief by watching blue movies and masturbating. Kelly was working late from 
time to time so it wasn't really a problem. 






Chapter 2

     Kelly had been due to work late one night, but there had been a mix up and 
she came home earlier than expected. I didn't hear her come in and only became 
aware of her presence when she opened the door of the study. I was watching a 
film, wearing only a tee shirt, masturbating like fury and just about to ejaculate. 
She was embarrassed, but not as much as I was!    She didn't say anything; she 
just closed the door behind her, and left me alone with my humiliation.  She didn't 
want to talk about it that night but she was more amenable the following morning. 
We were just finishing breakfast. She put down her cup of tea and looked 
questioningly at me. 
   "So, Ben, I suppose you are going to tell me that you're watching pornography 
because of me." 
    I felt no small degree of embarrassment as I started to answer her. "Well, 
Kelly, it's like this... look, I accept that you're not that interested in sex at the 
moment.  But that doesn't mean that I'm not! What am I supposed to do?  
Watching pornography and satisfying my own needs is surely preferable to me 
having an affair with another woman, isn't it?" 
    When the significance of what I'd said had sunk in she started to cry. And then 
she was apologising, saying it was all her fault. I comforted her as best I could, 
telling her that there was no need for recriminations, that it was not her fault and 
that I could understood why she'd lost interest in sex. There were more tears at 
this point and in between wiping her eyes and her nose she said that she would 
love it if we could go back to the way we used to be, but as she now felt less of a 
woman, such a return seemed increasingly unlikely. I asked her why she felt that 
way, why should she feel diminished by what was a medical condition. There 
were no doubt thousands of infertile women who did not let this detail prevent 
them from enjoying full sex lives. I told her it made absolutely no difference to the 
way that I felt about her, and that there was no basis whatsoever for her low self 
esteem. Then I had a flash of inspiration and suggested that watching a video 
together might help matters. Her initial reaction was far from encouraging, but a 
degree of persuasion on my part overcame a degree of reluctance on hers, and 
she finally agreed. We planned it for the following Saturday evening. 
     It was almost like going out on a first date again and Kelly was prepared to 
make a real effort. She'd taken a long relaxing bath and had then spent a long 
time making herself up. Her hair was combed up in that enchanting style I like so 
much and she was wearing a grey slinky two-piece that clung to her body like a 
second skin. I could even see the outline of her high cut panties. I loved her when 
she wore those because of the way they emphasised her long legs. I diverted the 
phone to the answer machine and I opened a bottle of wine. We were sitting side 
by side on the sofa in the study and were holding hands. I had chosen a film 
about a couple who had once been lovers, had lost contact with each other and 
had then met up again. In some ways it was an allegory for the two of us, but that 
was only one of the reasons for my choice. It was also a romantic story, the 
leading couple were both good looking, and the sex took place in picturesque 
settings. 
    When Kelly had first started to watch it she'd told herself she was only doing it 
for me and that she would be able to take or leave such a film. However she was 
surprised when it did begin to have an effect on her and before long she could 
hardly bear to take her eyes from the screen and was unconsciously crossing 
and uncrossing her legs. It was clear that she was excited and I hadn't even laid 
a finger on her. I planned to remedy that at once and slowly slid my hand up the 
smooth skin of her inner thigh. In a reflex action she parted her legs, her 
absorption in the film never wavering. I felt her vagina through the soft and 
increasingly wet fabric of her panties and then I eased my hand inside them and 
began to stroke her soft pubic hair and to touch her opening. She felt me trying to 
pull her panties down so she immediately raised herself, so as to make it easier 
for me.  She resumed her former position once I had removed them. She 
managed to tear herself away from the screen long enough to plant a full wet kiss 
on my lips and then I felt her undoing the top of my trousers and she carefully 
unzipped me. She invited me to take them off, reminding me with a smile that I 
never usually wore them when I watched such films! I slipped them off and sat 
back next to her.
    We were now both naked below the waist and it was thus very easy to play 
with each other whilst we continued watching the film. It was an incredibly erotic 
situation and in a very short space of time we had both climaxed.  Had we been 
in bed, there would have been a few post coital kisses, a few endearments 
voiced and then we would have both fallen asleep. However the video was still 
running, the leading couple were now on a nudist beach and we continued to 
watch it. I picked up her glass and waving it in front of her face asked her if she 
wanted more. 
   "I'd love to if you're up to it, but maybe we ought to wait a while and have 
another glass of wine in the interim." She was smiling as I replenished her wine 
and sat back alongside her. The woman on the beach was now giving a blowjob 
to her well-endowed partner and Kelly was again showing signs that it was 
getting to her.
    She decided she'd sit on my lap. When had made herself comfortable she 
turned her face to mine and told me how much she loved me. We watched the 
film between kisses. Now and again I stuck my tongue in her ear, or gently bit her 
earlobe. She has very sensitive ears and she would involuntarily shudder.  
Although I had not long climaxed, watching a pornographic film with a beautiful 
half naked woman squirming on my lap did wonders for my rate of recovery. In 
record time I was sporting another full erection. Kelly could not fail to be aware of 
it and she got off my lap, but only so that she could then straddle me. Her eyes 
never left mine as she reached down between us, grasped my cock and slowly 
impaled herself on it. When it could go no further she leaned forward to kiss me, 
and I tasted her tongue.  Then she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the 
sides of her grey top and slowly removed it. First her midriff was uncovered, then 
the lower swell of her breasts came into view and finally her nipples were 
exposed as they sprung free of the clinging material. Whilst Kelly eased the top 
over her head and tossed it aside I was pressing my palms against the sides of 
her full breasts and rolling her nipples with my thumbs. This made them stick out 
even more and I had to suck them. I could feel her fingers gently stroking my hair 
as I kissed and delicately bit each one in turn. We kissed each other once more 
and then she placed her hands on my shoulders. She was staring into my face as 
she began to fuck me.   
    My right hand let go of her breast and glided across her midriff, over the soft 
roundness of her stomach and into the dark forest of her pubis. My thumb found 
her clitoris, and was soon traversing back and forth over the highly sensitive bud. 
She was on the very brink of her second orgasm when I stopped. She looked at 
me, her wide-open eyes imploring me to continue and I asked her to finish it off 
for herself. She appeared reluctant to accede to my request even though to do so 
would have brought about her own desired relief. Maybe she felt that nice girls 
shouldn't play with themselves.  Maybe it was genuine shyness about performing 
such an intimate act in front of me. Perhaps she just didn't want to seem too 
eager, and felt that a degree of reticence would not go amiss. Whatever her 
reasons, I sensed that she was sufficiently excited not to need much persuading 
and I was not mistaken. I only had to repeat my request and to add the magic 
word 'please'. It was enough. 
    Hanging on to my upper arm with her left hand she leant back and began to 
stroke herself, at first tentatively but then with growing assurance. She closed her 
eyes as she sought to concentrate on the wonderful self-induced sensations 
emanating from her clitoris. I could see that she was breathing harder and I 
noticed that the areolas around her prominent nipples appeared darker. And then 
she was diddling herself in a manner that could only be described as frantic, and 
indeed, might have fallen backwards, had I not reached out to support her with 
my free hand. And within seconds, she'd climaxed, shuddering as wave after 
wave of intense pleasure coursed through her body. Her involuntary movement 
around my cock caused me to climax, and I jetted my sperm deep into her. Then 
as our sexual passion began to subside she slumped forward against me and I 
cuddled her tightly. I lifted her hand to my face so that I could take her fingers in 
my mouth and taste her flavour. Before long she'd nodded off, the inevitable 
result of the sex and the alcohol. The video was still running but I wasn't taking 
much notice. I felt my eyelids drooping; the combination that had caused Kelly's 
somnolence was affecting me too. 
    I glanced at the television and was surprised to see that the porn star bore a 
striking resemblance to Jimmy Hill. Then I realised that I had dozed off, that the 
film had ended and that 'Match of the Day' was on the television! Thinking about 
it, I had heard the theme, but it hadn't registered. What was registering, though, 
was the discomfort arising from the pins and needles in my legs. Kelly still 
appeared to be asleep.
   "Kelly! Wake up! Kelly!" 
    She opened her eyes.
   "Can you get off, please?"
   "Aren't you the romantic one? Now you've had your end away, you can't wait 
for me to get off." As she stood up, she reached for her clothes. She didn't look 
best pleased. 
    It was only when I began stamping on the floor that she realised I had a 
problem. In fact I had two problems but the second one was relatively minor. I 
had slipped out of her whilst she was on my lap and the area around the base of 
my cock was very wet and sticky. I grabbed a tissue and was wiping myself whilst 
doing a passable impression of the clog dance. But there was no sympathy 
whatsoever from Kelly; she was too busy laughing. When we had both recovered 
from our contrasting conditions we sat down with another glass of wine. We were 
holding hands like young lovers. We sipped our wine in silence but it was a 
comfortable silence, a silence that loudly proclaimed we were still very much in 
love, a silence that portended things would soon be back to normal.    
        We went to bed that night, utterly exhausted, (shagged out would be a more 
exact expression!), and both agreeing that it was the most exciting sex we'd ever 
had. Kelly must have found her night's sleep highly restorative because I woke 
up in the morning to find her sucking my cock!  When she realised I was awake 
she continued sucking me whilst positioning herself so that her knees were either 
side of my head and her lovely tight fanny was directly above my face. The she 
lowered herself onto my mouth and I put my tongue in her, savouring the piquant 
flavour of her fresh lubricity and my stale semen. I had barely begun to lick her 
clitoris when she climaxed. She responded by sucking me even harder and I 
ejaculated. We'd had oral sex before of course, but she had never wanted me to 
cum in her mouth. This time she wouldn't let me do anything else! When I had 
finished she released me and put a handkerchief to her mouth.  Then she turned 
round to kiss me properly. I told her I loved her very much.
     We spoke about the film. Kelly commented on the fact that the man who 
starred in it was very well endowed. I should say here that I rather missed out in 
that department. I was no more than average size, maybe less. No matter how 
badly I acted, I would make an unlikely star in a blue film!  When I had suggested 
that we watch some porno, it had not occurred to me that Kelly might make 
comparisons. But she had and it was evident that she was fascinated by the size 
of the porn star's cock.
    "I wonder what the woman thinks, when the man is that big." I didn't answer so 
she carried on. "I mean," she mused, "do you think she'd be concerned that it 
might hurt her, or does it just make her all the more excited?" 
    "How would I know, Kelly?  Why, do you wish mine was that big, then?"  
     Her reply was quick, too quick. "Of course not, Ben. It was just idle curiosity, 
that's all." She told me that she that she loved me, and she assured me that was 
more than happy with me. However, whilst I believed she was telling the truth 
insofar as far as her feelings for me were concerned, I sensed that there was 
more to her question than she had been prepared to admit. I felt that she had 
imagined herself having sex with the man in the film and this had aroused my 
own curiosity. I had never previously thought about Kelly with anyone else. I 
knew she'd been with her former boyfriend at university but I was not on the 
scene then. It was quite different now. She was my wife, and yet to my surprise, I 
found myself intensely aroused by the concept of her having sex with another 
man. Moreover, this arousal was not materially affected by whether or not he was 
well endowed. It was just the thought of my wife with another man, pure and 
simple. Or maybe not so pure!  
    I thought about the way it would happen. There would be the eye contact and 
the preliminary flirting. There would be the kissing, the fondling and the mutual 
undressing. I tried to imagine what sensations Kelly would experience the first 
time she was naked in front of him. And how she would feel when he caressed 
her breasts and kissed and sucked on her nipples. And what her reaction would 
be when he touched her between her legs, inserted first his finger and then his 
tongue into her wet vagina. And what would be going through her mind when she 
touched his penis. What would she be thinking as she took the head of this 
unknown cock into her open mouth? And then I could visualise the scene when 
she was on her back with her legs splayed, when her hot flesh would yield to his 
irresistible pressure and his cock would slowly sink into her depths. He would be 
fucking her, her legs would be wrapped round his, and her fingers would be 
digging into his back. She would be groaning, her eyes would be closed and her 
features would be a mask of hard sensuality. And then, when she knew he was 
about to cum, her eyes would open, and she would hold his gaze, whilst he 
continued to ejaculate inside her. She would be feeling no small degree of pride. 
Not only could she provoke such an intense sexual desire in him, but she could 
also satisfy it. And finally, in an echo of her lover's detumescence, the softness 
would gradually return to her features. 
     A moment or so ago it was my curiosity that had been aroused. Now it was my 
cock. I climbed on top of Kelly and immediately penetrated her. I was very close 
to ejaculation. I had to say it and I managed to hold off long enough to get the 
words out.
   "Perhaps you should have an affair, Kelly. You never know, he might even 
have a dick like the man in the film!"
















Chapter 3

     I didn't know if what I'd said in that moment of intense sexual excitement had 
registered with Kelly but she certainly never referred to it. There was no reason to 
anyway, as everything was now back to normal. Having enjoyed the previous 
experience we would, on occasions, watch a porno film together. Our sessions 
afterwards would be very intense, the more so if we fantasised aloud about the 
story, or if we tried out some of the positions we had just seen. As a result our 
sex life improved immeasurably. Kelly now took great delight in being sexually 
provocative and she loved it when she knew she had turned me on.  We went to 
a party once and she wore a dress that did not leave much to the imagination. It 
was only as we arrived that she casually informed me she was not wearing any 
underwear! It was incredibly exciting watching her dance with someone else, 
knowing that only the thin fabric of her dress covered her femininity. And when I 
danced with her it was difficult to keep my own hands off her, even though we 
were an 'old' married couple.  
    Then there was the party at the home of a colleague of hers. At the last minute 
I was asked if I could go to Zurich with my boss on the same weekend. A very 
important client was planning a major acquisition and both secrecy and speed 
were of the essence. Kelly was very understanding about it and was quite 
prepared to tell her colleague that we wouldn't now be attending the party but I 
suggested that she still go, anyway.  What was the point of staying in alone, 
when she could be at a party with her work friends?          
    Paul, my boss, picked me up at home early on the Saturday morning as 
planned and we flew out to Zurich on the mid morning flight. I was due home on 
the Sunday afternoon.
    Kelly took the opportunity to go shopping in the West End and had a very 
enjoyable day. She had ended up buying a suit, a pair of shoes and some 
underwear. She was still in two minds about going to the party but since she had 
already informed her colleague that I would be away, and had promised her that 
she would be there nevertheless, she felt she would be letting her down if she 
failed to turn up. She consoled herself in the knowledge that she had made no 
commitment about how long she would stay, however.
    But even if she was only there for an hour she had to look nice.  So she 
showered, did her hair and made herself up. When she was happy with her 
appearance she put on her new undies. The glossy bra and briefs looked just as 
nice on her as they had done on the model in the big picture in the shop window. 
Her legs were already quite tanned from the recent spell of hot weather so she 
didn't bother with any stockings or tights. She slipped on her pale blue fitted knee 
length dress with the high neckline. It did not show much flesh but it clung to her 
and showed off her superb figure. Open toed high heels completed the picture. 
She phoned for a minicab, poured herself a gin and tonic and sat down to wait.
    Half an hour later she was at the party. She had not expected to enjoy it much, 
and after two hours her expectations had been largely fulfilled. She was on the 
point of phoning for a cab to take her home when she heard a voice at her side.
   "Kelly?" 
    She turned round. It was Carl. Carl used to work for the same company as 
Kelly but had left two years earlier to set up on his own. He had even asked her 
to come and work for him but she had declined, partly because he was known as 
a bit of a lady's man. She was not convinced that he would keep his hands to 
himself especially if they were the only two people in his office. It was widely 
believed that his wife had left him because of his constant womanising. Yet in 
spite of that, she still liked him. He had a ready charm and had always been able 
to make her laugh. He was thirty-five, dark haired, and about six feet tall.  He was 
also quite muscular, mainly as a result of frequent workouts at the gym. He was 
wearing a pale green Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of dark blue trousers with a 
razor sharp crease. He asked the obvious question and she explained that I was 
away on business. They chatted about their old colleagues and some of the 
things that had happened in the past. She was enjoying his company and when 
he asked if she wanted to dance, she immediately agreed. They had been 
dancing slowly together for a short while when he spoke. 
   "You know, Kelly, I've always fancied you."  
    She was quite unimpressed with this unoriginal chat up line and her reply was 
rather dismissive. "Carl, as far as I can remember, someone only had to show a 
bit of leg and there was a risk that you might take a fancy to them." She grinned 
and then carried on in the same vein. "That's why I advised Hamish never to 
wear his kilt in the office!" She was pleased that he smiled at her little joke. 
However, it was true that he had shown more interest in her than in any one else 
in the office. Just as he appeared to be doing this evening. And it wasn't as if she 
was showing any leg, either. She asked him if he was in a relationship. 
   "No," he said. "Honestly! When I started the business I never really had the 
time. Now I have a bit more time I've yet to meet the right person." 
    Kelly couldn't resist leading him on. "So I'm still in with a chance then, am I?"
    Carl knew she was teasing and responded in the same vein.  He tried to look 
non-committal, "Well," he said with obvious doubt in his voice, "I might be 
prepared to give you an audition!" He held her little bit tighter. 
    It was about 11.30pm when he informed her that he had an early flight in the 
morning and would therefore have to leave. He offered to take her home if it 
suited her. She said that would be fine and that if he had the time, he could have 
a nightcap at her house. Naturally enough Carl was delighted to accept and soon 
he and Kelly were in his car driving home where they arrived just before midnight. 
I know this with certainty because I saw them!
      Our meeting in Zurich had been curtailed when the person with whom we had 
the appointment had been involved in a fatal accident on his way to meet us. He 
had been taken to hospital suffering from shock and was in no fit state for such 
an important business discussion. He had managed to get hold of his assistant, 
who, whilst not being fully briefed, was able to meet with us, although the 
discussion that followed was somewhat inconclusive. We returned to London on 
the late afternoon flight. Despite the absence of the key individual, a number of 
important issues had nevertheless been raised and we felt that some of them 
needed to be addressed quite quickly.  Accordingly Paul and I went straight from 
the airport to his home to begin working on them. I had refrained from phoning 
Kelly since I did not know how long this would take and thus did not know when I 
might get home. Just after 11pm, and having worked through a takeaway dinner, 
Paul and I felt we'd done enough.
    He ordered a minicab for me. I'd nodded off in the back only to wake up when 
the cab had already driven one hundred yards past our house. I told the driver to 
stop and he was about to turn round when a car passed in the opposite direction. 
I looked behind me as it passed and watched it turn into our drive. I don't know 
what it was, a sixth sense or something, but I told the driver not to bother to turn 
round. I paid him, picked up my briefcase and my overnight bag and walked 
back.
     I could see that there were lights on inside as I approached the house. The 
outside lights weren't working (I had been meaning to fix them for the last six 
weeks). I didn't recognise the car on the drive. I put my bags down by the hedge 
and, taking care to stay in the shadows, moved towards a window. I could see 
Kelly making coffee. I crept round to the back of the house. The curtains in the 
lounge had been drawn but they had not fully met in the middle and I was thus 
able to see into the brightly lit lounge.  A man was sitting on the sofa. Unlikely as 
it might seem, I vaguely recognised him from somewhere, or other. He stood up 
and then it came to me. He was a regular at the gym I go to. We'd never spoken 
apart from the usual good morning stuff. I didn't know his name, but I had heard 
someone call him 'Horse'. I had realised why when I had seen him in the shower. 
    What was he doing here? I decided I'd wait to find out. The recent fine spell 
showed no sign of ending and it was not unpleasant to be outside.  It was 
probably more pleasant than being inside because Kelly had opened the lounge 
windows to cool the room down when she'd returned home.           
     She came in with the coffees, put them down and then went over to the hi-fi to 
put on some background music. By coincidence it was the very music that they 
had been dancing to at the party. Carl realised this at once.
   "Kelly, they're playing our tune," he said in his soft voice. 
    He held out his hands and she joined him in a slow dance. This time they were 
dancing much closer together and Kelly soon became aware that he was 
aroused. By now she had her arms round his neck and he had his hands on the 
cheeks of her behind. They looked at each other and the kiss that followed was 
inevitable. Her mouth opened to his tongue and he pressed himself still closer to 
her. His bulge was now impossible to ignore and then she felt his hand on her 
breast. What had she got herself into? She thought about telling him he ought to 
leave but then she recalled my fateful words. She moved her mouth away from 
his, and pretending to be angry, she admonished him. 
   "Carl, if you are going to do that," she paused at this point and his heart sank, 
"why don't we sit down!"  She couldn't resist a smile and neither could he. But his 
smile was the broader.
     They walked over to the sofa and Carl sat down as Kelly had suggested.  She 
remained standing in front of him and then she reached over her shoulder to 
unzip the top of her dress. She then changed hands and pulled the zip down the 
rest of the way. She eased it off each arm in turn, maintaining her modesty by 
holding it against her breasts until she let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, 
and stood in front of him, her nipples, areolas and dark pubis visible through the 
fabric of the glossy white undies. The briefs were cut very high so the white 
triangle did not fully cover her natural dark one, anyway. Carl could not resist her. 
He reached out for the cheeks of her behind and pulled her towards him whilst he 
pressed his face to her soft slightly round stomach. He kissed her smooth skin 
above the briefs trawling his tongue over her as he did so. He felt her hands on 
the back of his head holding him to her as he savoured the taste of her perfumed 
skin. His hands were busy behind her and they were now inside her panties 
pressing into the soft downy flesh of her buttocks. With a dexterity borne of 
practice no doubt, he eased them over the roundness of her cheeks and slid 
them down. Kelly felt them round her ankles and she nonchalantly stepped out of 
them.  The dark curls of her pubis promised so much and he pulled her towards 
him so that his face could nuzzle in them. He was suddenly aware of some 
movement above and he looked up to see that Kelly had removed her bra. Her 
firm smooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her! Her nipples 
were standing out, demanding to be sucked. 
   "God Almighty, Kelly", said Carl, "how can your husband ever let you out of his 
sight!" 
    At that point it would still have been possible for me to go in and stop things 
before they had gone too far. But something was holding me back. It was the 
latent voyeur in me, except that it was now no longer latent, on the contrary, it 
was manifest. It was the voyeur in me that had unzipped my trousers and had 
eased out my rigid cock. And it was the voyeur in me that was stroking it as I 
concentrated on the unfolding scene in the lounge.
     Kelly sat down and Carl immediately knelt between her open legs. But he 
wasn't looking at her naked body, not yet, anyway. He was looking at her face 
and he continued looking until their lips met in a kiss. It was not enough for him; 
he wanted more, he wanted to kiss her all over.  He began with her eyes, and 
then after parting her hair, he kissed her ear and gently bit the lobe. His tongue 
probed into the orifice and she trembled. Then he kissed the nape of her neck. 
He bit her shoulder and then his mouth was on her beautiful soft breasts. He 
became more animated, as he licked and kissed them, flicking the sensitive tips 
of her fully erect nipples with his tongue, and teasing them with his teeth. 
    His hand was caressing the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and then he 
was stroking her wet cleft. She was already squirming with pleasure before he 
inserted his forefinger. Now he was kissing her abdomen and then the very top of 
her triangle. As he was doing this, his hands were on her hips easing them closer 
to the edge of the sofa. He began to lap at the soft silky skin of her inner thighs 
and was able to detect the fragrance of her sexual arousal. His tongue was at the 
very top of her thigh and he could feel her wetness on his cheek. And then he 
was tasting her soft slippery flesh. He pulled his head away and looked more 
closely at her femininity; at her engorged labia, at her shiny pink inner flesh and 
at her clitoris, so prominent in the surrounding feminine folds.  
    He was suddenly aware that she had both hands on his head and was gently 
guiding him back to her open wetness. He delicately pulled her lips apart, pushed 
his face into her and penetrated her with his tongue.  He licked the whole length 
of her wet furrow, glorying in the taste and the texture.  And then he began to lap 
gently at her clitoris and her increasing sexual arousal was plain to see. 
    Kelly looked around her. Could this really be happening to her? Here she was, 
in her own home, a happily married and hitherto respectable woman. But it was 
not her husband's tongue that was transporting her to the heights, it was another 
man's. A man, moreover, that she hadn't seen in two years before this evening. A 
man who had only kissed her once before, when she'd got a little bit tipsy at the 
office party one Christmas. Well, he was certainly making up for it now!  
    She began to whimper and I watched, mesmerised as she built up to an 
orgasm. And then it was on her. Raising herself up, she pushed her fanny into his 
face. She remained there for a few seconds, before she let out a long groan and 
collapsed back into the sofa.  Carl, meanwhile, was content just to carry on slowly 
licking her beautiful soft inner flesh. The taste was sublime and he did not want to 
stop. But he had to when she covered herself with her hand. As he looked up as 
if to question her she leaned forward to kiss him. She could taste her own 
secretions on his lips.
    "It's your turn now", she whispered.

















Chapter 4

     Carl stood up in front of Kelly, who remained seated on the sofa with her legs 
splayed. He took off his shirt and then slipped off his shoes and socks, finally 
removing his trousers. He was standing between her legs, his Calvin Klein's level 
with her face. It was evident that he was working out regularly, his flat hard 
stomach and his muscle definition providing ample evidence of the fact. But it 
was his bulge that commanded her attention. She grasped the waistband of the 
CK's, and carefully eased them over his erection. I'd seen him in the shower so I 
knew he was well hung, but I hadn't seen him erect, of course, and I had no idea 
he was this big. In its fully erect state it was simply enormous, almost twice as 
long and probably twice as thick as mine. The bulbous head was slightly thicker 
still and his testicles seemed as big as eggs in his heavy pendulous scrotum. 
Kelly appeared to be mesmerised by this monster. It was even bigger than the 
one that had made such an indelible impression on her when we had first 
watched a film together, the one that had fuelled so many of her fantasies. 
What's more, it was right in front of her face. 
    Kelly reached out to touch it, afraid that when she did so, it would disappear 
and that she would wake up, but no, she wasn't dreaming. It was real enough for 
her to feel how hot it was. It was real enough for her to feel how it throbbed. She 
was holding it but her fingers could not fully encircle its pulsating thickness. She 
slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from its base amidst the 
forest of black hair to the smooth head that was already glistening with his 
anticipatory juices. Her forefinger played in them leaving a damp trail as it circled 
his crown. She was intrigued by the size of his testicles and she cupped each 
one in turn, as if trying to gauge their weight. And then she was again holding his 
shaft. She had never felt such a penis before. She had never tasted such a penis 
before. But she had plans to rectify that at once!
     Opening her mouth she bent down towards it. Tentatively she touched it with 
the tip of her tongue. She pulled away for a moment, but only in order to look up 
at his face and smile.  She again bent down towards it, this time kissing his 
opening and tasting his wetness. Opening her jaw to an uncomfortable degree, 
Kelly could just about take the head of it in her mouth. Her left arm was hooked 
around his thigh, her fingers pressing against his inner flesh.  It seemed she was 
holding him captive; making sure he couldn't escape. Call it intuition, but I would 
have thought that was the last thing on his mind! She continued to stroke his 
prodigious thickness with her free hand but the ache in her jaw forced her to 
release him. She may have had difficulty taking him in her mouth but that did not 
mean it should be denied the pleasure of her lips and tongue. Accordingly she 
kissed and sucked his shaft before turning her attention to his testicles. She even 
managed to take one of them in her mouth as she continued stroking him. 
    And then she felt him go tense and she knew he was about to come. I admit to 
being totally surprised when I saw her fasten her mouth over the opening of 
Carl's prick as he began to ejaculate. But I wasn't the only one. Kelly had actually 
surprised herself at her spontaneous action. She had thought that because his 
cock was so perfect, his semen would taste like nectar. Well she was certainly 
wrong about that! It tasted like semen, and, what's more, there was a lot of it. 
With the reality came her instinctive reaction and she pulled away from his cock 
but not before another thick wad of sperm hit the back of her throat. More of it 
landed on her face and ran down her chin, to form elongated strands as it 
dripped on to her breasts. His final emissions simply oozed out, and ran down the 
shaft on to her fingers. When she was sure he had finished she took him into her 
mouth once more. Sucking his softening cock she manoeuvred herself so that 
she could again look at Carl's face. When their eyes met she released it and 
smiled at him. Then she gave it one final kiss and sat back in the sofa. Casually 
she picked up her discarded panties and proceeded to wipe her face and to mop 
his semen from her breasts.  Carl sat down beside her. And I was suddenly 
aware that the trousers of my best suit were covered in spunk! 
     They kissed for some considerable while. Then Kelly reached down for her 
coffee and Carl did the same. As they sat side by side on the sofa it was a scene 
of normal cosy domesticity, mirrored, no doubt, in households, everywhere. That 
is if one is prepared to overlook the fact that both were naked, that the man with 
her was not her husband, and that her husband was actually watching them, 
albeit without their knowledge! Kelly was now sitting in rather a prim fashion, her 
long legs close together. Carl was more relaxed, his penis now flaccid but still 
impressive, resting on his upper thigh. He was the first to speak. He was smiling.
   "Kelly, I am pleased to inform you, that on the basis of that audition, I am going 
to add you to my short list!"
   "I'm so relieved to hear that, Carl. I was concerned that I might have blown it." 
She was pretending to be serious but she was finding it difficult.
    Carl had a grin all over his face. "That's funny, Kelly, my concern was that you 
might not!  But seriously, I would like to see you again. The only thing is, I've got 
to go to Majorca early tomorrow morning. That's why I had to leave the party so 
early. There are some legal matters in connection with a villa that I'm planning to 
buy and I have to attend to them in person. Can I call you next week when I get 
back?" 
    She didn't answer. He wondered if she was now regretting what she had done. 
Kelly was regretting it, but for a completely different reason, a reason that would 
have astounded him, had he but known. She was regretting the fact that because 
she had got too carried away when she was giving him a blowjob, she had 
deprived herself of what, (judging by the size of him), could only have been a 
truly outstanding fuck. And now he was giving her the vibes that he wanted to go.  
He put down his coffee and spoke again. 
   "It is a very early flight, Kelly, I suppose I really ought to be making a move." 
But there was a marked lack of conviction in his words.
   "All right, Carl," she replied, "if you have to."  She put down her cup too, and 
turned to kiss him. Carl may or may not have wanted to leave. Kelly was 
absolutely determined that he was not going to! She wasn't going to miss this 
opportunity even if it meant he would miss his plane. Hell, he could always get a 
later flight. Or another villa! As they kissed she started to caress his penis again 
and there was an immediate response.  He resumed stroking her soft rounded 
breasts, his fingers again teasing her nipples. In next to no time he was fully erect 
once more. Kelly smiled inwardly; she wasn't going to miss out after all; but she 
had to make absolutely sure. Holding his erection, she looked into his eyes. 
There was a breathless tone to her voice. 
   "I want you, Carl, I want you inside me." I could hardly believe my ears.  That 
was my wife and she was asking another man to fuck her!
    She got up, turned to face him, and positioned herself so that she was 
standing astride him. Without taking her eyes off his face she grasped his cock 
again and slowly began to lower herself on it. I already had some experience of 
this inspired technique of hers, and could therefore well imagine how much 
pleasure Carl would be deriving from it. However the reasons for her action were 
not solely altruistic. By these means she would be able to retain control and could 
thus stop if it became too painful. Her caution was justified, too, because despite 
his earlier efforts with fingers and tongue, Kelly's opening was not prepared for 
such an organ. She had to proceed very carefully, and even then, she 
experienced some discomfort as her narrow entrance slowly dilated. Before long, 
the head of his glorious prick was tightly sheathed in her vagina. She waited for a 
few seconds and then she slowly lifted herself off it, only to press down once 
more and take more of him inside her. Kelly groaned with pleasure as she felt 
herself being stretched to a degree she had never imagined. Again she raised 
herself and when she sank down this time she had taken it all. She stayed in that 
position until the membranes of her vagina had stretched enough to 
accommodate it without too much pain. It still felt rather uncomfortable, having 
such a monster inside her, but the overriding sensation was now one of intense 
sexual excitement. She leant forward to kiss him and I will never ever forget the 
sight of Kelly, my beautiful wife, astride him, and totally impaled upon his 
immense prick. Only his heavy balls were visible. Then I saw Carl reach out 
behind her, cup her buttocks with his large hands, and stand up, all with no 
apparent effort. (I must go the gym more often!) Kelly had her arms round his 
neck whilst he supported her weight with his hands and his cock! He turned 
round and then gently laid her down on her back on the sofa. Her legs were 
scrunched up, with her knees almost level with her shoulders. They were still 
joined at the groin. 
     Carl withdrew slightly before easing his cock all the way into her. Kelly 
groaned.
    "Are you ok?" he asked. He was now supporting his weight on his arms.
    "Yes, I'm fine. It is just that you are rather big," she whispered. 
    "I'm sorry, Kelly. Am I hurting you?"
    "Only a little bit now. But I'll be all right.  Don't stop."
     Carl did as he was told and continued to fuck her in a slow deliberate manner. 
Kelly continued to groan every time she felt his fullness deep inside her but it was 
a softer sound, one that signified sexual pleasure, as opposed to pain. Carl had 
wanted to take his time fucking her, but because she was so tight and so 
responsive he could not control himself. He quickened his pace and soon he was 
thrusting away at full speed, his heavy scrotum slapping against her buttocks. 
Kelly's breath was being forced out of her in gasps; gasps mingled with groans. 
She was oblivious now to everything but his powerful thrusting cock, and she was 
even raising herself up, so as to ensure absolute penetration.  She looked up at 
him and their eyes locked. Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders as he 
rutted her. She was ecstatic and almost crying in her ecstasy. She was no longer 
concerned that he might do her harm. Her real concern was that he would have 
to stop. She had never, ever experienced such sensations before, and she 
wanted them to go on forever. But they had to end.
    Carl cried out that he was about to come and made as if to withdraw. Kelly 
immediately wrapped her legs around him whilst her hands pressed down on his 
backside so as to ensure he stayed deeply imbedded. Now she really was 
holding him captive. Carl groaned, his whole body tensed, and his buttocks 
clenched as surge after surge of his seed spurted into her depths. He stayed in 
that position, supporting his weight on his arms until he was satisfied that he had 
nothing left to give her. 
    He looked down at her and said in his soft voice, "Kelly, you are fantastic! And 
to think I only went to the party because I had nothing better to do." 
    You and me both, thought Kelly, but she didn't say anything. She just 
responded with a kiss. She could hardly admit to Carl, especially so soon after 
meeting him, that she'd often had sexual fantasies, and that what they had just 
done together had been far more exciting than any of them. But it was true, it 
had!
    Carl withdrew his softening member from Kelly's distended opening and got to 
his feet. She sat up and swung her legs round. 
  "Kelly, I'm really sorry but I do have to leave if I'm going to catch my plane. I 
know I'm repeating myself but I do want to see you again. Can I ring you when I 
get back?" He didn't wait for her answer but added, "That's if you want me to." 
     Instead of answering Kelly reached out her hand and delicately held his 
glistening penis. She could encircle it now, but only just.  She leaned forward and 
took the whole glans into her mouth for a second or so before planting a kiss on 
the tip of it. She stood up, and as she did so, she was aware of his sperm 
beginning to seep out of her. She kissed him. 
   "Yes, Carl, I do." 
    He put his clothes back on. They exchanged one more kiss, he fully clothed, 
whilst she was still naked.  He had his arm around her neck and his hand on her 
breast as they walked to the front door. She could now feel his wetness trickling 
down her inner thighs.
    "Don't forget to ring me," was all she said.










Chapter 5

    As they went to the door I moved round to the side of the house continuing to 
stay out of sight. I waited until Carl's car was out of earshot and then rang the 
doorbell. Kelly came to the door, fully expecting Carl to have returned, having 
had neither the time, nor indeed the inclination to dress. The rapidly changing 
expression on her face mirrored her turmoil within when she realised it was her 
husband on the doorstep, and not her recent lover.
   "Ben! What are you doing, back home? I thought you were in Zurich." 
   "No, Kelly, it was cancelled, I'll tell you about it later." I looked at her 
nakedness. "You look terrific. How did you know it was me at the door?"
   "I didn't!" Kelly suddenly realised what she had said and the obvious 
implications. She appeared embarrassed and I could see her racking her brain, 
trying to think of a credible explanation for the predicament in which she now 
found herself.
    I attempted to alleviate her embarrassment. 
   "Anyway, Kelly, I'm hardly likely to complain when you welcome me home like 
this, am I?" I didn't wait for her reply but asked her if she had enjoyed herself at 
the party. It was clear that she was preoccupied. It was all I could do, to keep a 
straight face. 
    Kelly obviously decided that honesty was the best policy. But that may have 
been because she couldn't come up with anything remotely plausible. 
    "Ben, about the party," she said, "there's something I have to tell you. Please 
promise that you won't be angry with me."
   "Okay, Kelly. What about it?" I looked at her expectantly.
    Her eyes were averted as she continued, "Do you remember that time when 
you suggested that perhaps I should have an affair?"
    I nodded.  
   "Well I met someone at the party and he brought me home and..." There was a 
pause.
   "And what?" I asked. I tried to appear calm but I was aware of the tightening in 
my throat and in my stomach.
   "And we ended up having sex!"
    I didn't say anything.
    She started to cry, "Oh Ben, I'm sorry!" I embraced her. She appeared so 
vulnerable in her naked state whilst I was fully dressed (or so I thought). I kissed 
the tears from her eyes. Then I kissed her lips, and our tongues met.
   "It's all right, Kelly, there's no need to cry. Let's go and sit down and you can tell 
me all about it." 
    I put my arm round her waist and walked her into the lounge towards the sofa, 
the very same sofa on which she had just been so well and truly fucked not more 
than ten minutes earlier. We both sat down and we resumed kissing. Her arms 
were tightly wrapped around me. I stroked the side of her soft breast as it 
pressed against the fabric of my jacket. My hand alighted on the silky smooth 
skin of her inner thigh. As I slid it up towards her triangle I detected an increasing 
dampness on her skin and when my fingers reached her cleft she was all but 
overflowing. My finger penetrated her with ease and I immediately inserted a 
second. It was obvious that she was full of his semen.  All the time our mouths 
were locked together.  Her hand reached for my zipper only to find that it was 
already undone. She stopped kissing me and looked down. She immediately saw 
the still wet semen stain on my trousers and was clearly surprised. 
   "What's going on, Ben?" 
    I looked at her. "I was outside, watching the two of you." 
    I resumed kissing her, not giving her the opportunity to say anything else. My 
tongue was deep in her mouth whilst my fingers continued to delve into her 
pussy. I eventually pulled away from her mouth but only so that I could suck on 
her nipples. I could see the patches of dried semen on her soft breasts. I moved 
down and began to kiss her stomach. I felt her go tense when I sought to move 
down lower still. She pressed her legs together, and held my head to prevent me 
going any further. 
   "No, Ben, you can't do that," she said, "He didn't use a condom."
   "I don't care, I want to kiss you."
   "Please, don't," she was pleading in her soft voice. 
   "I want to."
   "No, you mustn't!" Her voice was firmer.
   "I must!" My voice was firmer, still. She did not say anything, but she relaxed 
her grip on my head. I kissed the soft dark curls at the top of her pubis. I then got 
on my knees in front of the sofa. Her legs were still tightly closed.  
   "Please, Kelly," I implored.
   "Are you sure you really want to do this?" She had a puzzled look on her face. I 
didn't have to say anything! She only had to look at me to know what my answer 
would be.
    She sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned back and spread her legs. As she did 
so, I moved between them and bent down so that I could look more closely at her 
open vagina. On either side of her distended canal was the engorged flesh that 
was Kelly's labia. The normally soft curls around her opening were matted and 
wet. Carl's sperm was oozing out of her. The insides of her thighs were streaked 
with it too. She would have said she was mess down there but I thought she 
looked lovely. I was now so close to her that I could smell the pungent aroma of 
the semen and then I tasted it. Neither its salty tangy flavour nor its 
unmistakeable texture could be described as appealing, but the fact that it was 
coming from Kelly's core made all the difference in the world.  I pressed my face 
to her opening, and pushed my tongue into her as deep as it could go.  I heard 
her moaning quietly and then she was raising herself to meet my tongue. I 
sucked on her clitoris, rolling the tip of my tongue round the bud and she quickly 
climaxed. I raised my head and looked in her eyes. I told her I loved her and then 
we kissed and I felt her tongue in my mouth. I told her I wanted her to sit on my 
face. 
    She considered it for a moment and then she gently pushed me to the floor, 
straddled my face and then slowly lowered her open wetness on to my waiting 
tongue. More semen was welling out of her. I felt for my cock and was preparing 
to bring myself off when Kelly's hand restrained me. She raised herself off my 
face so that she could look at me. She realised that she was now completely in 
control. Initially she had been apprehensive about the way I might have reacted 
to her confession but she quickly comprehended that it had actually turned me 
on. 
   "You really are in your element, Ben, aren't you?" 
    It was a statement, rather than a question. I could only nod and with that she 
pressed herself down even harder on my mouth. It may seem perverse I know, 
but I don't think I have ever felt closer to Kelly than I did at that moment, when I 
was sucking Carl's semen out of her femininity. After a while she lifted her wet, 
distended fanny off my face. I looked a real mess, his semen was 
everywhere...up my nose...on my cheeks... in my hair... everywhere. My best suit 
was utterly wrecked, and so was my tie when I'd finished wiping my face with it. 
And I still had one hell of an erection! I had to have her and I told her so.
    She returned to the sofa and adopted exactly the same position she had taken 
earlier when she was with Carl. However, there the similarities ended, as there 
was absolutely no resistance when I penetrated her. Carl's cock had stretched 
her so much, and she was altogether so wet, she could not even tell I was inside 
her! I asked her to grip me with her fingers and very soon after I ejaculated into 
her looseness. Kelly was looking anxiously at me as I withdrew. 
   "How long were you out there, watching us?" she asked. 
   "I saw everything!" 
   "Are you angry?" she continued. 
   "I don't know." I was in the post ejaculatory phase, the phase when things that 
seemed incredibly erotic before ejaculation, have lost a lot of their appeal. I 
thought about my answer. "I ought to be angry, I ought to be jealous and upset, 
but I'm none of those things. In fact Kelly, I found it incredibly erotic. I know it 
might seem strange, but in a way I'm proud of you!  What's his name?"
   "Carl." 
   "How long have you known him?" 
   "Quite a while. We used to work together. But we've never done anything 
before tonight, honestly."
   "What made you do it tonight, then?" 
    Kelly looked at me. She was not defiant exactly, but she was certainly 
prepared to stand her ground. "I'm sorry, Ben but this is all your idea, you know. 
You're the one who told me I should go to the party without you.  You're the one 
who said, 'maybe I should have an affair.' You're the one who suggested he 
might have... " She stopped. She was still looking at me.
   "What were you going to say, Kelly? A big dick?  Was he big, then?" I didn't 
have to ask of course, but I had a compulsion to do so.
   "You said that you saw everything!" Kelly responded.
   "Yes, I did, but I still want you to tell me."
   "Ben, what can I say? Yes, he is quite big."
   "And did you like it when he was fucking you, Kelly?"
   "Why are you asking me this?"
   "Because I want to know, that's why." 
    She looked at me and when she spoke her voice was very soft. "Okay, if you 
must know, Ben, then I'll tell you." She again averted her eyes. "Yes, I liked it 
very much."
   "You said that tonight was the first time."
   "Yes, it was." 
   "Is there going to be a second time?" I asked.
   "What do you want me to say, Ben?" She was looking straight at me this time, 
trying to fathom me out. 
    I could not answer her. In all honesty I did not know what answer to give.   

   "I don't know, Kelly, is there, then?" 
    Her eyes were full of love as she looked at me and when she spoke, she 
actually seemed sad. 
   "I hope so." 
    Three words, but what diverse, and fleeting emotions they generated in me. 
There was anger, jealousy, despair, envy, a feeling of inadequacy even, but 
soaring high above them all was another, totally contradictory emotion. One, 
moreover, that could not in any way be described as fleeting.  It was excitement 
and it was intense!  
    We kissed once more as if to reassure each other that we were still in love. We 
went to bed, totally satiated and Kelly fell asleep immediately. I felt very 
protective as I wrapped my arms around her. But what was I protecting her 
against, I wondered.  Certainly not a well endowed man who had it in mind to 
fuck her!  Kelly was very affectionate when she woke up the following morning. 
She had that soft and vulnerable look about her but when we started to make 
love I found myself trying to emulate her new lover and I fucked her as hard as I 
could. The knowledge of the previous evening served to keep us in a perpetual 
state of randiness and we must have done it three or four times during the course 
of the day.  And each time I was about to ejaculate I would recall that huge dick 
buried up to its balls in Kelly's tight fanny. Little did I know it but as her own 
climax overtook her, she would be reliving it too. 
    Immediately after our love making, I would experience a degree of self-
consciousness, wondering if Kelly might be comparing my prick to Carl's. But 
even if she did so, and it would obviously be an unfavourable comparison, I felt it 
was a price well worth paying, given the intense sexual excitement of the 
weekend.










Chapter 6

    In the following days I frequently thought about what had happened. There 
were a number of occasions when I questioned my own rationality. How many 
men get off secretly watching their wives being unfaithful? My head recognised 
that this was hardly normal behaviour, but it was my prick that exerted the most 
influence and, however amoral it was, I could not deny that I had found it 
incredibly arousing. Because of this I was randier than ever. But I wasn't the only 
one! Kelly was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every 
opportunity. Maybe Kelly was subconsciously trying to atone for her infidelity with 
Carl. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to show her that she didn't need him. 
Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.
    Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be interrupted.  
A major project came up at the office and the amount of work involved was 
incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered from his 
accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in the 
interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided to 
make a bid for the same company. A full-scale takeover battle then ensued. We 
had to work round the clock producing information to support our client and to 
undermine the claims of their rival. They, of course, had advisers doing exactly 
the same thing on their behalf. We would then have to advise our client how best 
to refute the negative comments made by the other side. And so it went on. And 
whilst all this was happening we were also trying to secure additional funding to 
cover the inevitable increase in the share price of the target company. 
    It was a regular occurrence for me to get home after midnight and I would be 
so shattered that I just crashed out. I was not home to notice that Kelly was going 
to the gym and to her tennis club more often than usual. Our exhaustive efforts 
were not in vain, however, and it was our client who finally won the battle. All of 
us who had been deeply involved were promised some free time to relax and 
recharge our batteries. I was in line for a reasonable bonus too so there was a 
double cause for celebration. I took the afternoon off and on the way home I 
bought some flowers and a bottle of champagne. 
    When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I was 
slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried because 
at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. She came 
in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was wearing a tight 
fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a short white skirt. 
She was bare legged. 
   "You're home early!" she said. 
   "I've got something to celebrate, Kelly. We've won! And after all the hours I've 
put in, I thought it would be nice to come home early, especially as you had the 
day off. I thought you'd be pleased." 
    "I am," she said but I sensed that something was not right. I gave her the 
flowers and kissed her. She went to walk away saying she wanted to take a quick 
shower but I caught up with her. And then I detected the unmistakable aroma. 
She'd recently had sex! I asked her outright and she looked straight into my eyes 
as she admitted that she had been with Carl that afternoon. I asked how long it 
had been going on and she told me that she had been seeing him for the past 
four weeks. She reminded me of the conversation we'd had about it.
   "I actually asked you, Ben, and you raised no objection to my seeing him again, 
did you?" 
   "I know, but... " I did not know what I was trying to say.
    Kelly continued, "Ben, I never used to think sex was that important but 
something's happened to me since we started watching your films. It's as if 
something dormant in me has been awakened; something I never even knew 
was there. Look, Ben, I don't want to sound like a nymphomaniac, but I need 
regular sex."
    How bloody ironic! We had only got in this situation in the first place because 
that was the one thing I was not getting. 
   "But we have been having great sex, Kelly." 
    She laughed. "How can you possibly say that, Ben? I agree we did for a while 
but the last time we made love was two weeks ago. During the past five or six 
weeks we have had sex no more than three or four times at the most. I know 
you've been exhausted by all the pressure at work," Kelly shook her head, "and I 
know you needed your sleep but I have needs too. I need to feel wanted; I also 
need sex. Do you know I've even bought a bloody vibrator! But it's not the same." 
There was a momentary pause. "And that's where Carl comes in. He gives me 
the real thing. That's all he wants from me. And that's all I want from him, too.  
We have a perfect relationship and it is based solely on sex."
   "Just sex?"  
    She answered my unspoken question before she dealt with the one I had 
asked. "I am fond of him, Ben, but I don't love him, if that's what you're thinking." 
She carried on in her soft sensual voice, "And to answer your question, yes, it is 
just sex." I knew there was something else she wanted to say, so I waited.  "He is 
very good in bed and it is very satisfying." 
    "So it will carry on then, Kelly?" My stomach was churning as I waited for her 
answer. 
    "I don't want it to stop, Ben, if that's what you mean." Kelly looked at me, 
knowingly biting her lower lip in that seductive fashion of hers. If ever there was a 
bittersweet moment, it was then.   
    She was just standing there, totally impassive and with her arms at her side. I 
embraced her and told her how much I loved her. Her eyes welled up and then 
her arms were round my neck and we kissed passionately. I reached down to 
unzip her skirt and it fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. She undid my shirt 
and I quickly removed it, together with the rest of my clothes. Then I knelt down 
and pressed my lips against the soft curve of her stomach. She was wearing 
skimpy white panties. And they were skimpy too! I put my hands under the thin 
lace strips and gently eased them down her legs. I immediately saw that the 
cotton in actual contact with that most intimate part of her was not white. His 
semen, oozing out of her, had caused the fabric to become wet and the crisp 
whiteness was now a translucent grey. Kelly stepped out of them when she felt 
them round her ankles and I picked them up.  I trailed my finger in the wet patch.
   "I see he's still not using a condom." I was stating the obvious.
   "I'm hardly likely to get pregnant, am I?" she retorted. "He did use a condom the 
second time but we both prefer it without. It's not a problem for me because as 
soon as I come home I can use the bidet. Anyway, why are you concerned? If I 
remember rightly, you liked it last time!" 
    I could not dispute that. It had been incredibly erotic, licking her after he'd cum 
in her. But surely, that had been a one-off. It was hardly likely to become a habit, 
was it? There was another silence. She just stood there, her vulva right in front of 
my face, waiting for me to answer her.
    She sensed what my answer would be when she felt my tongue briefly 
penetrate her. The taste was just as I remembered. She knew her prescience 
was spot on when I looked up at her.
   "You don't have to use the bidet every time, Kelly."  
    And then we were both on the floor fucking for all we were worth. Perhaps it 
was the two weeks without, perhaps it was because she had been with Carl, but 
wet as she was, loose as she was, it was not long before I was spurting into her, 
and she was being filled up with spunk for the second time that same afternoon.   
    I told Kelly that I would like to take her out to dinner. Her pleasure was only 
marginally tempered when I asked her if she would refrain from using the bidet, 
and would agree to go out in the same skimpy panties that she'd just taken off.  
After she had otherwise freshened up and dressed we were sitting in the lounge 
waiting for a minicab to arrive. Kelly's lean bare legs looked terrific; whatever ever 
else she'd been doing, she had been playing quite a bit of tennis and they were 
going a nice shade of brown. We opened the champagne whilst we waited. I 
raised my glass to the sexiest woman I'd ever known and she responded, 
nominating me as the most tolerant husband in the world.  The minicab arrived 
and we went out to dinner. 
    There were a number of people already in the restaurant, and Kelly attracted 
no little interest. I found myself wondering how much more interest she might 
have attracted had anyone known that two different men had cum inside her that 
very afternoon and that she was still wet, a condition exacerbated as she walked 
to our candlelit table. The meal was very good and Kelly, who had a real glow 
about her, was on top form. We were enjoying a wonderful romantic evening 
together.
    Occasionally there would be a slight lull in our conversation and when this 
happened, a thought kept recurring. I had initially rejected it as insane but it was 
insidious. I realised that when Kelly had been with her lover, and especially when 
there was evidence of the encounter, there was a new dimension to our 
lovemaking. That afternoon had been a case in point. I also recalled how exciting 
it had been that night when I'd come home unexpectedly and when I had secretly 
watched them. What would it be like if I were to watch them with their 
knowledge? What if we were to be in the same room together and they were to 
have sex in front of me? I began to consider how I might be able to engineer 
such a situation. Slowly an idea began to take shape. 







Chapter 7

     As luck would have it the next time I went to the gym Carl was there. He was 
waiting to use a rowing machine and was taking the opportunity to have a drink of 
water. I engaged him in conversation. It seemed he went three times a week on a 
regular basis. I made sure I was there two days later when he arrived for his 
evening workout. I said that I'd only just arrived too, so we went round together. 
After we'd showered I asked him if he fancied a drink and we ended up having a 
couple of beers in the bar. He seemed a likeable enough chap, perhaps a bit 
flash, but he did have a sense of humour too. He told me he had his own 
business in computer equipment. I told him that my department was in the 
process of upgrading and that there might be an opportunity for him. I invited him 
to lunch and said that I would bring someone else so that we could discuss 
matters more fully. We agreed to meet in a smart Italian restaurant on the 
following Thursday at noon.  In the evening I told Kelly that I wanted to take her 
to lunch to thank her for her understanding when I had been so busy with the 
take-over. (The irony was wasted!)  I knew of a very nice Italian restaurant and 
had already booked a table. I said I would be taking a taxi and would stop by her 
office on the way. 
    Kelly and I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes after the appointed time. 
The poor punctuality was deliberate, so as to ensure that Carl would already be 
there. He was, and was sitting at a table with his back to the window. I ushered 
Kelly into the restaurant and walked up to Carl.
    "Hello, Carl, so sorry we're late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Kelly! Oh! How 
stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don't you?" Carl's jaw 
dropped, his face was ashen. Kelly looked as if she was about to cry. "It's all 
right," I said, "I'm not about to make a scene, but I think we ought to talk." 
    It would have been pedantic to point out to Carl that I had invited him to lunch 
to discuss matters without actually specifying what those matters were. I had not 
got him there under false pretences, and I could not be responsible if he had 
jumped to the wrong conclusion. Likewise with Kelly, I had not said it was a lunch 
for two! Just then the waiter came up. Neither Carl, nor Kelly was in a fit state to 
order, so I ordered for the three of us. When he'd taken the order I resumed 
talking, pausing between each sentence. 
   "Carl, I know what's been going on between the two of you. Kelly and I have 
discussed it at some length and she has informed me that she would like it to 
continue." She actually blushed at this point. There was a longer pause. I carried 
on, "And so would I!" The silence was deafening. No one wanted to speak, so I 
continued. "I just don't want it to be behind my back, that's all." I looked at Carl, 
"Look, I'm not saying that the two of you cannot see each other alone," Kelly 
blushed again, "but occasionally, I would like to be present!" My throat was dry 
and my heart was pounding as I made this confession. 
    Kelly was the first to react. She held my hand and said, "Oh, Ben!"
    It took a little while for the significance of what I had said to register with Carl. 
He looked around the restaurant to ensure he could not be overheard and then 
he spoke.  He had a questioning look on his face. 
   "Let me get this straight. When you say that you want to be present, do you 
mean what I think you mean?"
   "What do you think I mean?" 
   "That you actually want to watch?"
    I nodded, "Yes. That is exactly what I mean." I could feel the lump in my throat 
as I waited for his reply.
   "Are you taking the piss?"
   "No, I'm deadly serious." There was no doubting my tone.
    Carl looked at Kelly. "He is straight, isn't he?" 
    She nodded but her face showed her anxiety. She could see I was getting 
annoyed.
    I spoke very deliberately. "You don't need to ask Kelly. You can ask me. Of 
course I'm straight, Carl. You've heard of voyeurism, haven't you? Well, being a 
voyeur doesn't mean you're bent. I don't suppose I'm the first husband to be 
turned on because his wife has been to bed with someone else." 
    Carl raised his hands as if to surrender. "Sorry, Ben. I wasn't casting any 
aspersions. It's just not what I expected we'd be discussing over lunch. And it 
was a bit of a shock, Kelly being with you." 
    Kelly was looking from one of us to the other and her relief was self-evident. 
Moments earlier she had been afraid that Carl and I would end up brawling in the 
restaurant.  
   "If it's any consolation, Carl, Kelly had no inkling, whatsoever, that we were 
meeting you for lunch and is probably just as shocked as you are. And, as far as 
the subject matter, we've never ever discussed such a thing before." I looked at 
her and she nodded in affirmation. "But now, I've put my cards on the table; you 
both know what I want. Whether or not I get it depends upon you two. It's your 
decision. And whatever you decide, there'll be no repercussions; that's a 
promise."
    Carl let my words sink in and then he looked at Kelly. "How do you feel about 
it, Kelly?" 
    She looked first at her lover and then at me. "Well now that I've got over the 
shock..." There was a slight hesitancy in her voice; she was still weighing it up. 
"Er...I suppose it would be all right." Then she made up her mind and there was 
no more equivocation. "If that's what it takes to makes you happy, Ben," she 
smiled, "I'm prepared to do it, but I can only speak for myself. Carl has to make 
up his own mind."
   "Well if it's okay with you, Kelly, it won't be a problem for me, that's for sure." 
    Kelly spoke for the two of them. The soft smile was still playing on her lips. 
"Well, Ben, it seems we all agree." 
    The waiter then arrived with our order and we commenced eating. We had a 
very nice Bardolino with our meal. There was far less tension now and we were 
even able to laugh occasionally. We ordered port with our coffees. Carl raised his 
glass. "I'd like to propose a toast to the three of us; 'the eternal triangle'. Or do I 
mean 'the equilateral triangle'?" He smiled at both of us. 
    Kelly, catching the mood at once, did likewise. "The Bermuda Triangle." 
    I wasn't about to be outdone, either. "Trafalgar Triangle!"
    It was Kelly that asked the inevitable question. "Surely you mean square?"
   "No, Kelly, of course not. How can you have a square triangle?"
    This was getting a bit silly but it was a sign that the former tension had 
disappeared and that we were now at ease, hardly the case when we had first 
sat down. Being up front and open had helped bring about the change, but the 
alcohol we had consumed was also responsible for our relaxed state. In fact, we 
were not far from becoming as relaxed as newts. I asked the waiter for the bill.     
    As Kelly and I got up to leave, Carl said something about us all meeting on a 
Saturday night. He also told me that to pull a stunt like this, I had to have balls.  
Maybe I did, I thought to myself, but they weren't like his, though. 
    In the taxi on the way back, Kelly made it clear that she was none too happy 
about my subterfuge. (Isn't there a saying about people in glasshouses?) But it 
didn't matter, no harm had been done, and at least now everything was in the 
open.
    That same evening the phone rang. I answered it. It was Carl and he asked if 
he could speak to Kelly. I suggested she take the call in the study where she 
could talk more freely.  They must have been on the phone about fifteen minutes 
or so. When she returned she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek. 
   "He's going to come round on Saturday night. I told him he could stop over."
    So, it was going to happen! My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping as 
the full impact of Kelly's words began to register. I tried to speak calmly. "So what 
did he say to you, Kelly?"
   "He just wanted to be sure that I was happy to go along with it. I told him that I 
was."
    I kissed her. "Do you want to spend the night with him, Kelly."
   "Would you mind if I did?" She was biting her lower lip.
   "No. You can hardly invite him to stay and have him sleep on his own, can 
you?" 
   "Ben, you are wonderful!"  She kissed me again.
    Wonderful, or just a fool! My mind was in turmoil. There was, of course, intense 
excitement but there was real anxiety too. I was actually encouraging their 
relationship. Kelly was already aware of this and now, following our lunch, so too, 
was Carl. Kelly had said that it was just a mutual physical attraction, but there 
was a risk that it could become more than this. Anyway, I reasoned to myself that 
they would continue to see each other, with or without my sanction and 
irrespective of whether I was there or not. It was not too difficult to persuade 
myself that the pros far outweighed any cons.  
    Next day, at the office, I struggled to concentrate on my work; most of the time 
I was thinking about the forthcoming weekend. I went to a ladies' shop in my 
lunch hour. I wanted to buy Kelly some undies for the following night. It was as if I 
was gift-wrapping Kelly for her lover. (I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field 
day with me.) I was very particular. I didn't want anything loud or tarty. The colour 
had to be white or a pastel, I wanted her to look pure, virginal even. I bought the 
only thing I liked, a pair of panties in white cotton. There was a cartoon drawing 
of a young couple on them. It was the sort of picture that would often adorn the 
front of a 'To my wife' birthday card. And under it, were the words, 'Be gentle with 
me.' On my way home that evening I also bought her some flowers. I gave her 
those as soon as I got in.  
    We finished our dinner and went and sat in the conservatory. I told her that I 
had another little gift for her and I gave her the panties. Kelly thought they were 
very sweet indeed, and told me she would wear them the following evening. I 
was really pleased that she liked them. We had a couple of glasses of wine and 
ended up watching a bit of television before turning in for an early night. We 
made love but Kelly specifically asked me not to cum inside her. It was obvious to 
me that she didn't want her fanny tasting of semen. Not before tomorrow night 
anyway. I lay alongside her in bed listening to her regular breathing. Unlike me, 
she appeared to have no trouble getting off to sleep. I wondered if she'd go off to 
sleep so easily tomorrow night. Would she get the chance? Would she want to, 
even if she did! 
    I woke up early on the Saturday, made the tea and brought it upstairs to Kelly. 
Having tea in bed is very civilised way to start the weekend. There is time to talk 
to one another, for a start. But this morning conversation was virtually non-
existent. It was evident that the tension was getting to us. Kelly usually goes 
shopping on Saturdays on her own. I went with her this morning. I can't say it is 
my favourite occupation but at least it helped to pass the time. I have 
accompanied her before and I've found the best way to cope is to leave my brain 
at home. However it was different this day. I found myself fussing over things 
that, under other circumstances, I would not have given the slightest thought to. 
In Sainsbury's, for example, did we need any more coffee? Should we get 
custard creams or digestives or both?  And then in Boot's, did Kelly have enough 
Femfresh? I'm sure I must have driven her mad.  We got back home at midday 
and had a light lunch. I kept myself busy in the afternoon, pottering around the 
garden. Kelly finished the housework, her last task being to put the freshly 
washed sheets and duvet cover back on our bed. 
    It was now about a quarter to seven. Kelly disappeared into the bathroom to 
get herself ready for the evening. She was still at it an hour or so later, when I 
bought her up a cup of tea. Fortunately we have a second bathroom so it was not 
a problem for me. I had showered, dressed and was already sitting in the lounge 
having a beer when she finally came down. She looked absolutely stunning. Her 
hair was again swept up, her make-up was perfect, especially the eye shadow 
and she was wearing the same figure-hugging two-piece that she'd had on that 
unforgettable night when she'd rediscovered sex! She had put this outfit on just 
for me! The silver stud earrings and matching necklace looked just right, too. As 
she walked over to kiss me her unrestrained breasts gently swayed under the 
thin grey fabric. 
   "Kelly", I said, "you look terrific." Despite the beer my mouth felt dry.
   "Thank you, Ben." She gave me the once-over. You look very nice yourself." All 
I had on was a short sleeve casual shirt, a pair of lightweight summer trousers 
and some decks. She stood in front of me. "And I'm wearing my new knickers. Do 
you want to see?" She pulled her skirt up. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was 
visible through the white cotton. The words, 'Be gentle with me' appeared slightly 
convex, covering her mound as they did. 
    I smiled at her. "They're delightful." 
    Just then we heard the minicab hooting. We had arranged to meet Carl at a 
pub, on neutral ground so to speak. A short while later we were driving into the 
car park of the Black Swan. I was aware of the butterflies in my stomach as I 
entered the pub. It was already quite crowded but Carl was nowhere to be seen. 
We sat at the last empty table and I went and got some drinks. Kelly took a sip of 
her gin and tonic. There was a slight pause and then she asked, "You are sure 
about this, Ben, aren't you?"
    I felt my heart beating faster. "It's a bit late to be asking, Kelly, but yes, I am, as 
long you still want to go ahead with it." Was I still so sure? I thought I was, but the 
nearer we got to the moment of truth, the less certain I became. I attempted to 
deflect the question.
   "What about you, Kelly, you do, don't you?"
   "I think so, Ben. Anyway, it's what you wanted, isn't it?"
    Our conversation was never going to end at this rate, nor was it destined to 
because just then Carl came in. He was wearing a light blue casual shirt and a 
pair of dark blue cords. There was a pleasant aroma of after-shave about him 
and his dark hair was shining. I said hello and shook his hand. He stood over 
Kelly and I saw him take a quick look down her neckline, no doubt taking in the 
swell of her breasts and the absence of a bra. 
   "Hello, Kelly. You look very nice." He bent down to kiss her hello. It was a 
formal act, exactly how one would have expected platonic friends to greet each 
other. No one watching would have thought otherwise. Nevertheless Kelly 
coloured slightly. 
   "Hello, Carl." Her voice betrayed her nervousness.
   "What can I get you?" I asked him. 
    Carl had a lager and I got another round for Kelly and for me. Whether it was 
the heat, our nerves, or a combination of both, the drinks didn't last long. Carl got 
the next round in. We sat there talking about this and that but our conversation 
was somewhat stilted. In truth we were all preoccupied with what we were going 
to do when we got home.  It was now about ten. I looked at the two of them and 
suggested that we make a move. Both agreed and within fifteen minutes we were 
home. Carl retrieved an overnight bag from the boot of his car together with a 
bouquet of flowers, which he gave to Kelly. He dropped the bag in the hall and I 
led him into the lounge, forgetting momentarily that he already knew the way! I 
went out to fix some more drinks.
    When I returned with them he was sitting in one of the armchairs whilst Kelly 
was sitting on the sofa. This was not going to plan! I again attempted some light 
conversation but with even less success than we'd had at the pub.  The tension 
in the room was palpable; you could have cut it with a knife. I had to do 
something. I looked at my wife and spoke.
   "Do you know what, Kelly, you look so gorgeous, I could give you one here and 
now! What do you think, Carl?"  
    Kelly looked embarrassed at this point. She leaned forward to get her glass 
and Carl, who was sitting opposite her, was again able to look down her top.
    Carl, always the charmer, merely said in a soft voice, "You do look beautiful, 
Kelly. And I can see just what Ben means!"
    I looked at Kelly sitting next to me. She was looking at Carl. 
   "Perhaps I ought to change places with Carl. Would you like that, Kelly?"
    She was unable to speak for a moment. Carl was looking at her waiting for her 
to answer me. The room suddenly seemed deathly quiet. When she finally spoke, 
it was just one word. 
   "Yes." 






















Chapter 8

    Carl and I changed places. My glass was nearly empty so I fetched another 
beer in from the kitchen. By the time I'd returned they were already kissing. I sat 
down fully aware of the pounding in my chest and of my racing pulse. No! Don't 
let me have a heart attack. Not now, please! But it was just the excitement of the 
moment. In front of my very eyes, no more than a few feet away, my beautiful 
wife was about to have sex with her lover! 
    Carl's hand was already gently caressing Kelly's left breast. Her hand was 
touching his face whilst the other was resting on his thigh.  They were kissing 
each other with real passion.  He began to knead her breasts, feeling for her 
nipples, and gently squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top. Thin as it 
was, it was too thick for Carl, and his hand slipped under the material in order to 
stroke the soft smooth skin of her breasts and to tease her rigid nipples. Then he 
slid her top up, thereby exposing both breasts in full. The top was rucked up 
around her neck so she quickly slipped it off completely. He changed position 
slightly so that he could kiss her nipples and as he was doing this Kelly was 
looking directly at me. 
    She was still fairly composed although I noticed that she was already breathing 
more heavily. She was trying to gauge my reaction and she smiled when she saw 
the thin material of my trousers struggling to contain my erection. However, her 
expression gradually began to reflect her own increasing sexual arousal. He was 
still sucking at her nipples and she was still softly stroking his hair, but by now 
Carl's hand was on the inside of her knee. I was transfixed as I watched it glide 
up her inner thigh. She had parted her legs a little, so as to make it easier for 
him, but his movement was causing the clinging fabric of her skirt to be stretched. 
Kelly solved the problem by lifting her bottom and pulling up the skirt so that she 
was no longer sitting on it. 
    Although she was still looking in my direction, her eyes were now half closed, 
and it was clear I was no longer registering in her vision. She was too pre-
occupied with her own sexual pleasure. Carl's hand was exactly where they both 
wanted it to be and all that separated his fingers from her warm wetness was the 
thin white cotton. He could feel the outline of her labia lips, could even feel them 
separating as he pressed the damp material against her. He whispered 
something in her ear and she immediately raised herself from the sofa for a 
moment. He grasped her panties and slid them down her thighs. She then sank 
back in the sofa, and raised her feet off the ground.  Carl pulled them down the 
rest of the way and removed them completely. He noticed the words for the first 
time and smiled. Then he held them to his face and inhaled Kelly's intimate 
fragrance. Kelly now parted her legs and both Carl and I were treated to an 
unhindered view of her dark triangle. Except that it was no longer a triangle! No 
wonder she had been so long in the bathroom! She had trimmed her pubic hair in 
the shape of a heart and in addition she had removed all the hair either side of 
her pink and succulent labia. It was a real work of art. 
    Possibly interested in such art but undoubtedly keen on the canvas on which it 
was painted Carl gently pressed his palm against her pubic creation, and his 
fingers began to play in her wetness. His thick middle finger disappeared into her 
and I saw Kelly close her eyes for a fleeting moment. He withdrew his finger and I 
could see it was already coated with her lubrication.  He put it in his mouth and 
sucked it. Then he penetrated her with two fingers, moving them around inside 
her, and stretching her in different directions. She let out an involuntary groan 
and once more closed her eyes. As he removed his fingers she opened them 
again. She was looking at him as he put his fingers to his lips. He smiled and 
offered them to her. She delicately touched the tip of his finger with the tip of her 
tongue. She seemed to like the taste because she then took the whole finger in 
her mouth. And then she licked his other finger. She had no sooner released 
them than they were again inserted into her entrance. And a minute or so later 
they were back in her mouth and she had to start all over again!
    He now knelt down in front of her and positioned himself between her legs.  
Before he bent down to lick her he reached up for her skirt and removed it. As 
she sat down again she moved closer to the edge of the seat and spread her 
legs. Carl bent forwards and inserted his tongue into her opening. The room was 
alive to the sound of his slurping and her whimpering. I had to undo my zip and 
hold my cock.  After ten minutes or so, during which Kelly must have climaxed 
twice, Carl lifted his face from her fragrant wetness and kissed her full on her lips, 
his tongue darting into her mouth. Then she got to her feet. She was totally 
naked apart from her necklace and her shoes. She looked ravishing! 
    Kelly told Carl to stand up and she unbuttoned his casual shirt and removed it. 
Then she dropped to her knees and proceeded to take off his shoes and socks. 
She unfastened the catch at the top of his trousers, unzipped him and pulled 
them down. He kicked them off and stood there wearing only his Calvin Klein's. 
Kelly kissed his imposing bulge and then she eased them down until he was able 
to step out of them. He was now as naked as she was. I had seen Carl's erect 
prick before, of course, but I'd never seen it from such close proximity and in 
such good light. The crown had an almost velvety texture whilst the shaft was 
veined marble. It was magnificently erect, proudly standing out from his stomach. 
It was threatening, malevolent even, yet at the same time, it promised untold 
sexual pleasure. She asked him to sit down on the edge of the sofa. Carl and I 
both knew why. She was going to fellate him.
    He sat down where indicated and looked at Kelly as she moved between his 
legs. He was eagerly anticipating that moment when he would feel her lips and 
tongue on his sensitive crown. But before her mouth was otherwise occupied, 
she turned round to look at me. She silently shaped the words, 'I love you,' and 
then she turned back to his immense organ. I watched her hold his thickness and 
press her face against it whilst she gently caressed his testicles. I watched her 
hand gently travelling up and down his smooth column. I watched her lick him 
from the forest of black hair at the base of the shaft to the underside of the 
bulbous head. And I watched her finally take the head into her mouth and begin 
to suck it. It was no good; I had to take my trousers off, and my shirt followed. 
Kelly had seen some movement out of the corner of her eye and she let go of his 
cock in order to see what it was. She smiled when she saw that I, too, was now 
naked and she returned to the job in hand, or more accurately, mouth.  I sat back 
in my chair, gave them my rapt attention, and slowly masturbated.    
    Carl now took the initiative and they changed position. Kelly was now lying on 
her back, her knees almost level with her shoulders and with her arms round her 
thighs. Her hands were at the lips of her labia and she was clearly trying to make 
her make her opening as large as possible to allow his cock easier access.  He 
positioned himself above her entrance and began the blissful task of gaining 
entry. Kelly was already whimpering as she felt him pressing against her. He 
pushed again and slid a third of the way in. It was not easy to enter her, wet as 
she was, but she was beside herself and she pleaded with him not to stop. 
Another push, another groan and Carl's cock had fully penetrated her. She was 
quite tight, so he started very carefully, withdrawing slowly, delighting in the 
sensation as her inner lips clung to his shaft, and then sinking back into her 
depths until he could feel her pubic hair at the base of his cock. He was gradually 
increasing the tempo and then when his cock was in her as deep as it was 
possible to be, he suddenly stopped. He turned to look at me.  
   "So, you like watching me fuck your wife?" 
    It was evident from my erection that I did, but I still nodded.
    He continued in the same vein. "And she likes me fucking her, you can tell."
   "Come on, Carl." Her voice was soft but there was an implicit urgency about it. 
She had raised her legs to present more of herself to him. She was desperate for 
him to continue. And continue he did. Despite the adjuration on her panties it was 
not a gentle fuck; it was an urgent, powerful, even brutal fuck.  And it was exactly 
what Kelly was longing for. And then, when he was in her up to his balls, he could 
hold back no longer. Neither could I!
    I felt embarrassed. I had jerked off in front of another man. He had been 
otherwise occupied, of course, but that is exactly what I had done. I was wiping 
my chest and stomach with a tissue as Carl withdrew his heavy thickness from 
her and got to his feet. He glanced over at me as he reached for his lager. I 
pondered on what he might be thinking. He was probably wondering why I 
seemed to prefer to wank whilst watching someone else fuck Kelly; why I didn't 
want to fuck her myself. I wish I knew. Kelly now stood up and slipped her 
knickers back on, probably so as not to leak on to the sofa. She went out to the 
kitchen and came back with a mineral water. Carl was already sitting down, his 
detumescing cock resting on his thigh. She looked at me, and smiled before she 
went back to the sofa and sat down next to him.  
    It was now half past eleven and I decided I'd go to bed.  I went over to them 
and kissed her good night. She was positively glowing; the sparkle in her eyes 
ample evidence of her delight. 
    "Goodnight, Ben," she said, "See you in the morning." 
    I went out of the lounge, leaving my semi naked wife alongside her naked 
lover. I carried Carl's overnight bag upstairs and left it in our bedroom. I headed 
for the spare room.
    I lay in bed and tried to go to sleep. The noises downstairs were not at all loud, 
but I could tell they were again on the job. Half an hour or so later I heard them 
come upstairs, and get into bed. I must have drifted off to sleep but something 
woke me up. There were sounds coming from the bedroom where Kelly and Carl 
were sleeping, but it was obvious that neither was asleep. From the regular 
tempo and from Kelly's suppressed groans it was apparent that he was again 
fucking her. They were trying to keep the noise down but to no avail. I looked at 
my watch. It was now three in the morning. What was Carl on for Heaven's sake? 
He could fuck for England! The tempo increased in speed and Kelly's groans 
became louder. My hand crept down to my prick. I slowly began to masturbate 
whilst trying to make sense of what was happening. Why was I lying alone in the 
spare room, masturbating, whilst a stranger was in my bedroom, in my bed, and 
in my wife? And why did I find this so arousing? I did not have an answer. I felt 
the thrill of an approaching ejaculation and was soon asleep.
    I woke up at about nine the following morning. There were some noises 
emanating from their bedroom. They were awake at least. I got up, slipped on my 
boxers and called out to see if anyone wanted a drink. Both said yes, so I made 
three cups of tea and brought them in on a tray.
   "Morning!" 
    It was a weird feeling to enter my own bedroom and to find a stranger in our 
marital bed with my wife. They were lying side by side under a thin sheet that 
covered them to their waists. Kelly's nipples were quite prominent whilst Carl was 
clearly sporting another erection. I put the tray down and kissed Kelly. She had 
that vulnerable sleepy look. 
   "Morning, Ben," she said. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"
   "Not really; but still more than you two managed, I bet."  She smiled.
    As we were finishing our teas I noticed Carl, surreptitiously stroking Kelly's 
inner thigh under the sheet. I put the cups back on the tray and as I turned to go 
out, Carl pulled back the sheet, revealing his proud erection. By the time I 
reached the door he had already positioned himself between Kelly's legs. As I 
turned round to shut it, Kelly was in the act of raising her legs to assist his entry. 
She saw me looking at her and, in a gesture full of tenderness, she put her 
fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.














Chapter 9

   Carl joined me in the kitchen after having showered. He was wearing a short 
sleeve check shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. 
   "Hello again, Ben."
   "Hi, Carl. Fancy some breakfast?"
   "That would be nice, thanks." 
    There was a silence. It was only the second occasion that we had been alone 
together and the first real opportunity we'd had to speak since he had arrived the 
previous evening. Since then, he'd spent most of the intervening time in intimate 
contact with my wife. In theory there must have been a number of relevant topics, 
about which we could have meaningfully conversed. In practise, I was too 
embarrassed and too self-conscious to broach the subject. I assumed Carl would 
be similarly reticent. However he seemed totally relaxed when he spoke. 
   "You know, Ben, I really didn't know what to expect when I came over. In fact I 
was seriously considering not going through with it at all." He paused slightly and 
then he continued, "But I'm really glad that I did." 
   "I'm pleased to hear it." I carried on preparing the breakfast.
   "It was an incredible night. You're a very lucky man, Ben.  Not only is Kelly 
absolutely gorgeous and a nice person with it, but she's a fabulous fuck too!"  It 
was a compliment to be sure, but one that would have prompted most men to 
start a fight! Carl was oblivious and he carried on regardless. "And you're a nice 
guy, Ben, as well as being very generous."
    "I agree that I'm lucky, Carl", I said, "but I wouldn't say I'm generous. I love 
Kelly very much indeed, and when you love someone, you like to give them what 
they want. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the 
sentence. Kelly appeared.
    She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was 
wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over 
skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good 
morning. She had that sparkle in her eyes again. The three of breakfasted 
together and chatted like old friends. 
    Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands. 
   "Bye, Ben. Thanks for a great evening!" 
    He kissed Kelly goodbye, gave her breast a soft squeeze and then he was 
gone. Kelly put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.  
   "Well, Ben?" she asked. 
    I couldn't answer her straight away because there seemed to be a lump in my 
throat. I managed to compose myself.  "You've no idea how much I love you, 
Kelly."
   "I do know, Ben, and I feel exactly the same way about you." She didn't need to 
articulate the words. I could see it in her eyes. She kissed me again and then she 
looked questioningly at me. Her voice had that soft soothing tone. "But you can 
see why I'm sexually attracted to him, can't you?"
   "Not really!" I paused, "OK, so he's hung like a horse and can go on for ever... 
but what else can he do?" I tried to look serious but my smile gave the game 
away. 
   "Oh Ben!" She pulled me to her and cuddled me. 
    We kissed once more. "Anyway, since we are on the subject, did you enjoy 
yourself?" 
   "I wondered how long it would take you to ask." She smiled at me. 
   "And are you going to tell me?" It was just a charade. I knew she would. 
    Her eyes looked straight into mine. "Yes, Ben, I did enjoy it. When it was 
happening I was enjoying it very much indeed; it was very exciting." She paused, 
and I saw her frowning. "But, to be honest, thinking about it now, I can't help 
feeling embarrassed."
   "There is absolutely no reason at all for you to feel embarrassed. You were 
wonderful! You are wonderful!" I waited a moment for my words to sink in. I slid 
her skirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had nothing on under it. 
My hands were on her bare buttocks. "God, Kelly, you're such a tart!" 
    Her face became serious. "Don't get too carried away, Ben. I'm quite sore at 
the moment. That's why I had to leave them off." She briefly smiled. "You can 
have too much of a good thing, you know. I've even had to put some Nivea on." 
    I let her be and a short while later we were in the conservatory, having a 
coffee. Kelly sat on the cane two-seater sofa whilst I sat in an armchair. The room 
was pleasantly warm and before long we both began to doze. I awoke with a 
start. Kelly was still asleep. She had made herself more comfortable and was 
lying down along the length of the sofa. Her left leg was draped over the armrest, 
the other was still partially supported by the seat cushion. Her skirt had fully 
separated and her heart shaped pubis was visible, indeed her whole femininity 
was now totally exposed. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she looked so inviting! I 
crept over and sat on the floor in order to look at her more closely. Her labia lips 
appeared rather inflamed; as did the skin at the tops of her legs and I could see 
where she'd applied the Nivea. I moved between her open legs so that I could 
inhale her fragrance. I fancied that I could even feel her heat on my face. Kelly 
did not stir but continued to slumber; catching up on the sleep she had sacrificed 
in order to fuck Carl.
    I stood up and looked at the face of my sleeping beauty. I studied her soft 
features, her flawless skin, her long eyelashes and her dark hair, which had 
parted to reveal her slender neck. Carl was right. I was a lucky man. I smiled as I 
compared the way she looked now and the way she had acted last night.  How 
could Kelly, who looked so innocent, be so wanton? How could I, a witness to her 
wantonness, love her all the more because of it? But I did!  Somewhat reluctantly 
I went back to my chair, sat down and watched over her. 
    Once more I tried to rationalise my actions. I had encouraged another man to 
fuck my wife, indeed to make her so sore that she couldn't even wear her 
knickers! It was odd, really. Some men would feel compelled to kill their wife's 
lover. I too had a compulsion, but it was a compulsion to encourage him, to make 
him welcome in our house, hell, even to make him welcome in our bedroom! Was 
it the same compulsion that drew the moth to the flame? Would it have the same 
result? How could I know? But I could no more resist my compulsion than could 
the moth resist the dancing light of the candle. 
    I continued watching her while she slept. In a way it was a throwback to our 
childhood. Once again I was Sir Galahad standing guard over my Lady Guinivere 
and I continued to protect her until she woke up a couple of hours later. My lady 
was especially affectionate to her loyal knight for the rest of the day. We retired 
early to our bedchamber but only to catch up on our sleep. Methinks we were 
both far too fatigued for any more lovemaking.
    She was also far too sore! 











Chapter 10

    A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. 
On Friday nights Kelly would go out with Carl and would stay overnight at his 
place. I had got used to her weekly absence. I missed her, of course, but I could 
look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew 
no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, 
drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to 
the established routine when they spent a couple of days in Paris! 
    Carl had to go there on business and asked her if she'd like to go with him. 
She asked me if I would have any objection. It meant flying out on the Friday 
morning and returning on the Saturday evening. In some ways it was not that 
much different to the normal routine; she just be away for a little bit longer, that's 
all. Since it was unlikely to happen on a regular basis I agreed.  
    On the Thursday evening I helped her pack her case. I was naturally interested 
to see what clothes, and especially what underwear she was taking. There was 
no doubt that Carl would be pleased with her wardrobe. She wanted an early 
night because Carl would be round early in the morning and she needed to get 
up at about six to get herself ready. We went to bed and we held each other in a 
close embrace. We made love but as was now the norm on Thursday nights, I 
refrained from ejaculating inside her.
    The following morning I went off to work and Kelly went off to Paris. I 
experienced conflicting emotions. I knew that I'd miss her and yet I couldn't deny 
it turned me on. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be normal and enjoy 
Kelly's sexuality directly rather than vicariously? 
    In the evening I put on some porno but I couldn't get into it. Instead I watched 
some old comedy videos. I went to bed quite late, and I had a couple of drinks 
too, but I was still unable to get off to sleep for some time.
    I woke up on the Saturday morning, happy that she would be coming home 
that day, but wishing that I didn't have to wait until that evening. I occupied myself 
doing odd jobs around the house, finally getting round to fixing the external lights 
but the hours really dragged.  
    Kelly and Carl returned from Paris at about eight. He came in carrying Kelly's 
case, said a quick hello, apologised for having to dash off and then left. She 
came in and gave me a long loving kiss.
   "Have you missed me then, Ben?" she asked in that soft sensual tone I loved to 
hear. 
   "Yes, Kelly, I really have. It's strange when you think about it. In theory your 
being in Paris should have made next to no difference. You're not with me Friday 
nights anyway and if I have to work late I don't see you from the time I leave on 
Friday morning until the time you come home on Saturday. But I know where you 
are and I know I can contact you. But in Paris you were out of reach and because 
of that, you seemed to be away for much longer. And you know what they say 
about absence, don't you?"  I knew she would be pleased to hear this but it was 
also true. I asked her if she'd missed me.
    She was much more succinct. "Yes, Ben, of course I did." I didn't know if it was 
just as true, but I was certainly just as pleased to hear it.
    I made a cup of tea and gave Kelly a bouquet of flowers I'd bought for her. She 
asked me what I had been doing with myself. I told her that contrary to what she 
might be thinking I had actually got round to doing some of the jobs that I had 
been putting off for ages. She smiled at me as she suggested she should get 
away on her own more often if that was the result.  She disappeared for a 
moment and returned carrying a gift-wrapped bottle of Remy Martin, which she 
gave to me. They say, 'it's the thought that counts', and it's true. It was the 
thought I most valued, not the expensive brandy.  She had thought about me 
whilst she was in Paris and I was really happy.
    Kelly said she would take a relaxing bath and suggested that we have an early 
night. We were tucked up in bed, her pert bare bum nestling in my lap, when I 
asked her about her weekend. She had enjoyed herself and the hotel was 
excellent. Yesterday they had explored Paris, taking in the Notre Dame, the Arc 
de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Last night they went to a cabaret and had 
eaten out afterwards in Montmartre. They had a late breakfast this morning, had 
strolled along the Champs Elysees and had then taken a taxi back to their hotel 
and thence to the airport.  She told me that she would like to go back but that she 
would want it to be with me next time. 
    She was expecting me to then ask her about her sexual activities and she was 
pleasantly surprised when I told her I didn't want to know. But I did want to make 
love to her. She made herself more accessible and I entered her from behind. I 
guessed she'd be a bit tender, (she had said something about a late breakfast; a 
euphemism I presumed, meaning that they had been too busy shagging to notice 
the time) so I was gentle with her.  In the event I came quite soon anyway; the 
inevitable result of two days celibacy! We were still joined when we went to sleep. 
    In the morning I woke up to see that Kelly was already awake and was staring 
at the ceiling. I kissed her and she started to cry. 
   "What's the matter, Kelly?"
   "Oh, Ben!"
   "Please tell me what's wrong."
   "It's not right, Ben. What I'm doing with Carl. It's not right."
   "What do you mean?"
   "What do you think I mean, Ben? My affair with Carl of course. I think I should 
finish it."
   "But why, Kelly?"
   "Before all this began we were very happy and content with each other. We 
didn't need anybody else. But now there is Carl. And I feel like I'm cheating on 
you. I love you Ben, I really do.  I don't love Carl, in fact I'm not sure I even like 
him that much, but there are times when he excites me so much that I would do 
anything he asked. And then I feel guilty about it when I come home to you. I 
want it to end before it goes any further." 
    Once again it was my cock, rather than my brain, that influenced my reply. She 
was still quietly weeping. I kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears. My voice 
was very soft. "Come on Kelly, there's no need to cry. How can you be cheating 
on me when I know you're with him? And why on earth should you feel guilty? I 
don't mind what you do as long as it is of your own free will. It would be different if 
you were being forced to do things that you didn't want to do. I admit I would 
prefer it if you didn't go away with him anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't 
stay with him on Friday nights. Look Kelly, a relationship based on love will 
always be stronger than one based on sex.  And ours is based on love. By all 
means end the affair with him if that's what you wish, but do it for the right 
reason. Do it because you want to do it, because you've gone off him for 
example, and not because you think you ought to do it for my sake."
    She didn't answer but at least she'd stopped crying. She turned round to kiss 
me and I felt her hand on my face.  She again told me that she loved me. And 
then she told me something else.  She said she wanted me in her mouth.



Chapter 11

   "Hello, is that you Ben?" The voice on the phone was familiar. Jane on the 
switchboard had informed me it was a personal call.  
   "Yes, who's that?"
    "It's Carl. Can you talk?" I got up and shut my office door. I picked up the 
phone once more.
   "I can now."
   "Sorry to ring you at work but I wanted to talk to you, rather than Kelly."
   "Go on."
   "Well Ben, it's like this. Kelly might have told you I've just bought a villa in 
Majorca. I needed to spend some money before the taxman got his hands on it." 
He laughed.  "It's got two bedrooms and they've each got an en-suite. It's very 
private and it's got its own pool. Well, I'm going to be out there for most of 
September and... well, I was wondering if you and Kelly fancied coming out.  
There'd be no cost to you, a bit of food and drink maybe, and of course your air 
fare."
    I told him it sounded very attractive. He gave me the dates and I said I would 
call him back. I felt a frisson of excitement. If the villa was as private as Carl said, 
we could do anything that took our fancy. And I needed a holiday. We had 
originally planned to be away in Spring but that had been cancelIed because of 
the take-over battle. I knew we wouldn't be able to take a month, but we could 
have two weeks. I checked my diary. The first two weeks were definitely out. The 
last two weeks were okay. Oh bollocks! There was an important presentation on 
the Wednesday of the second week. It was to a new client and we had already 
postponed it once. Maybe I could still get out of it. I explained the situation to 
Paul, acknowledging that it was at rather short notice. 
   "It's going to be difficult, Ben. Giles will be on his honeymoon." I put my hand to 
my forehead. I'd forgotten that. And he was the only one who could deputise for 
me. "Really, Ben, I ought not to let you go at such short notice, but because you 
gave up your holiday earlier I will agree to it on one condition. If I cannot get a 
stand-in, you have to agree to return, and if that is the case, we'll pick up all your 
travel costs."
    He was being fair and I couldn't really argue. He could have refused 
permission for me to go in the first place because I hadn't given him sufficient 
notice. Yet not only did he agree I could go, but he was also prepared to pay for a 
return ticket if I had to return. Kelly had no such problems and could take any two 
weeks.  Accordingly I phoned Carl and said we'd be out for the last two weeks. 
During our conversation I discovered that we would all be coming back on the 
same flight.
    And then the bad news! My presence would be required in the office on the 
Wednesday week after all.  And since we were due to fly home on the Friday 
there seemed very little point in my going back. Kelly said that she would come 
home with me but I told her not to bother. She might as well come back with Carl 
three days later. It was bad enough that I should have to cut short my holiday; 
why spoil hers, too?  
    We were in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport, on the Saturday waiting to 
catch an early evening flight to Palma. Kelly was wearing a sleeveless lilac 
broderie anglaise blouse, and a matching plain short skirt. The lilac effect was 
complemented by the mauve nail polish she had applied to her fingers and to her 
toenails. She was already quite tanned from sunbathing in the garden the 
previous weekend, in fact she would not have looked out of place had she been 
in the arrivals hall, having just returned from her holiday. But hers was about to 
start and she was excited. She kept turning to look at the departures board, trying 
to see if our flight had been called and with every movement of her head, her 
long dark hair would bounce on her shoulders.
    But the commencement of our long delayed holiday wasn't the only reason for 
Kelly's happy frame of mind. There was the not insignificant fact that that Carl 
would be there. She hadn't seen him for three weeks now and had missed the 
sheer intensity of their physical relationship. She was looking forward to 'sleeping' 
with him that night. Kelly and I had provisionally agreed that she would alternate 
her nights with Carl and me, a sort of adult timeshare really! The departures 
board was now showing a gate for our flight. We picked up our bags and arrived 
there just as the plane had begun to board. We were only twenty minutes late 
departing and after an uneventful flight we landed at Palma. We grabbed a trolley 
and joined the milling crowd in the baggage hall. And before very long we were 
out in the main area. 
     Carl was already there to meet us and he had a broad welcoming smile on his 
face as we came up to him. He put his arms around Kelly as he kissed her and 
then he shook my hand. We made the usual small talk that everyone seems to 
engage in at airports; how was the flight; how has the weather been, etc.  And 
then we followed him out to his car. Even though it was quite late in the evening, 
the temperature had not really dropped and as we stepped outside the air-
conditioned terminal building, the sultriness was surprising. It was somewhat 
oppressive and the atmosphere was not rendered more pleasant by the 
occasional whiff of kerosene. However his car was not too far away and we were 
soon on our way to his villa, not much more than one hour distant.
    It was completely dark by the time we arrived. Carl zapped the electric gates 
and we drove in. The drive was about a hundred metres long and at its end was 
the single-storey villa. As we approached it, sensors switched on the exterior 
lights illuminating the surprising amount of greenery and colour that contrasted 
with the white painted facade. Carl unlocked the wide front door that opened into 
the lounge. We walked in, our footsteps resounding on the beige ceramic tiled 
floor. The lounge was quite large and contained a sofa, an easy chair and a small 
dining table with four chairs. At the far end was the kitchen, and a line of work 
surfaces delineated the change of use. A door led out from the kitchen to a 
terraced area on the right, where the swimming pool was situated. 
    The bedrooms were located either side of the lounge. Carl's was on the right 
hand side as we entered. He was thus able to overlook the pool and the terrace 
from his bedroom window. Carl ushered us into the other bedroom and left us to 
unpack. The room was a narrower than the lounge but about the same length. It 
had a double aspect with windows at the front and at the side. At the far end was 
a door leading into the en-suite. The walls were finished in the ubiquitous 
Spanish white rough textured style. On each side of the ample double bed was a 
small low bedside unit, which matched the dark wood of the two freestanding 
solid looking wardrobes. There was a matching dressing table with a large mirror, 
around the edge of which, was a built in light. The en-suite bathroom was more 
than adequate. There was a bidet, a large hand basin and a toilet all in white 
china with ornate brass accessories. In the corner was a shower cubicle with a 
bronze screen. The lighting in the bathroom was very bright, in sharp contrast to 
the subdued wall lighting of the bedroom.  
    We finished unpacking the cases and went out to the terrace, where Carl was 
already seated. The lighting on the terrace was also subdued, two small lamps 
on the wall providing what little overhead light there was. The underwater lights in 
the pool were all that illuminated the terrace at that end. Carl was already 
enjoying a cold beer and he fetched two more from the fridge when we joined 
him. With the luggage unpacked, our clothing put away and with the cold beers in 
front of us I felt the holiday had finally started. It had been a long day, the 
travelling had been tiring and it was great to be able to unwind. I sat back 
contentedly in the chair deeply inhaling the warm night air, scented as it was with 
the aroma of basil and oregano. In the distance I could see the lights of a small 
village and in the blackness above us the stars were gleaming. 
    Kelly finished her drink and said that she would take a shower to freshen up. 
Carl and I remained on the balcony and had another beer. He told me a little bit 
about the area. We were not far from Cala d'Or in the southeast part of Majorca. 
He also told me about a couple of places that we might want to visit. Twenty 
minutes later, Kelly returned. She was wearing a pale green camisole, matching 
high cut panties, and some sling backs. Despite the low lighting I could discern 
her dark shadow through the gossamer fabric of her panties. She really did look 
fantastic. I asked her if she'd like another drink. 
   "No thanks, Ben." She was looking directly at Carl, and in a sultry voice she 
said, "What I'd really like, is to say 'hello' to Carl properly." Without waiting for an 
answer, she turned and walked back into the villa. She had never looked more 
provocative.  
    Carl glanced at me and made as if to shrug his shoulders, but his expression 
could not conceal his delight. As he got up to follow her, he looked at me and 
said, "How can I refuse?" An afterthought occurred to him as he reached the 
door. "Help yourself to a beer when you want, Ben. There's plenty in the fridge. 
Just make yourself at home."
    I went in to get one, just as Carl was about to close his bedroom door. I caught 
a glimpse of Kelly. She was already lying on his bed. 
    I went back to my chair on the terrace. It was very quiet. There were hardly any 
sounds from the road below; an odd motorbike or car but that was all. Spanish 
villas are designed to be cool; they are not designed to absorb sound. The solid 
glazed floors tend to reflect and even to amplify sound. The windows of the villa 
were open, and the sounds emanating from Carl's bedroom were carried to me in 
the balmy night air. I knew what they were doing even though I could not see 
them. I heard their low voices, the odd laugh, and then the quiet before Kelly's 
whimpers became audible.  Insistent repetitive whimpers, moreover, that 
gradually increased in frequency and in volume. A whimper that became a cry, 
and a cry that rent the night air as she climaxed.
    I must have fallen asleep out on the terrace. I looked at my watch when I woke 
up and I realised that I had been sitting out there for two hours! I had to get to 
bed. As I entered the villa I noticed that Carl had opened his bedroom door, 
presumably to allow the cooler evening air to circulate. When I'd been sitting out 
on the terrace I was under some cover and I hadn't realised that a full moon had 
risen. It was now shining through the open bedroom window, bathing them in 
moonlight. They were fast asleep on top of the covers. Carl was naked. Kelly had 
kept her camisole on but her matching panties were nowhere to be seen. His 
hand was casually resting on her thigh. Her hand was loosely holding his flaccid 
penis.
Chapter 12

    I woke up early the next morning. I was going to make some tea but I could 
hear noises from Carl's bedroom and it was obvious that they were at it again. So 
I decided I'd wait a while. I must have dozed off because the next moment Kelly 
was in my bed saying, "Rise and shine, or at least rise!"  Her hand was around 
my cock. She kissed me, her tongue immediately in my mouth.
   "Morning, Kelly, did you have a good night?" 
   "Hello, Ben. Yes I did, thank you, and now you're going to have a good 
morning!"  She started to stroke my cock and it began to stiffen. When she was 
happy that it was hard enough, she straddled me and lowered herself onto it. She 
was very loose and very, very wet. Try as I might there was absolutely no friction 
and there was no way that I could achieve a climax. I was aware of the increasing 
wetness around the base of my cock.
   "It's no good, Kelly, I'm sorry but I can't come like this." She got off me and lay 
on her back, spreading her legs. I looked at her open, wet and well-used fanny. I 
reinserted my sticky length into her and as I thrust away I knew that it wasn't 
going to work this way either. She was just far too loose. 
    She knew too. "Don't worry, Ben." I withdrew from her and lay down alongside 
her.
   "Sorry, Kelly."
   "That's alright", she said and she moved down to take me in her mouth, despite 
the fact that it was liberally coated with Carl's semen. I watched our reflection in 
the mirror. She was trying to bring me off with her hand, whilst she continued to 
suck me. But she was beginning to tire.
   I reached down and covered her hand with my own. Knowing what I was about 
to do she removed her hand. Taking care not to hit Kelly in the face, I began to 
masturbate. It wasn't long before I was ejaculating in her mouth. She waited until 
I'd finished before she reached for a tissue and emptied her mouth into it. We 
turned on our sides to face each other and we kissed. Her mouth still tasted of 
my semen. 
   Her voice was very soft when she spoke. "I'm not going to leave you out, you 
know."
   "I know you're not, Kelly, but you don't have to worry about me, honestly." I 
paused. "When you're with him I usually jerk-off, anyway."
   "You must want more than that."
   "Not really, Kelly. Look, what you just did was great but you don't have to do it."
   "What do you mean, Ben?" 
   "Kelly, I know it's hard to understand. In fact I'm still not sure that I fully 
understand it myself, even after all these weeks. All the same, I'll try and explain 
it to you. I really love you, Kelly. I love you because of the person you are. I love 
your sense of humour, I love you because of your sympathetic nature, and I love 
the way you radiate happiness wherever you go. I know that you try to make me 
happy and in that respect you really do succeed. I could not be happier, honestly. 
And you've got so much patience and tolerance, far more than anyone I've ever 
known. Then there's the physical side. You are absolutely gorgeous to look at 
and you have a wonderful body. Making love to you is fantastic. Oral sex with you 
is out of this world. I could never tire of the taste of your fanny and I adore the 
way you suck me and let me cum in your mouth. I could go on even more, Kelly, 
but I assume you've got the picture." I moved slightly and eased my hand 
between her upper thighs.  In this position my fingers could bathe in her wetness.  
"Kelly, I want you to know that as far as I'm concerned you're perfect. But, and 
this is the crucial point, certain things are so perfect, that they cry out to be 
shared with others. Imagine if there was only one record of, say Beethoven's 
Fifth, and I had it. I would have to play it to someone else so that they would also 
know that it is a masterpiece.
   "I'm not sure what you're driving at."
    "It's simple really, Kelly. I think it would be very sad if I were the only person to 
know how good you are in bed. Fortunately I'm not; Carl knows about you, too. 
And that in turn excites me. Last night, when you told Carl you wanted him, I saw 
the delight on his face. Do you know, I felt really proud of you, I really did. And I 
saw you on his bed afterwards, when you were asleep. You still had your 
camisole on, but not your knickers. You've no idea how arousing that was. When 
I went to bed I had to toss myself off. Even talking about it now is having an effect 
on my cock!" I felt her fingers around it. "See what I mean?"
   "Where is this all leading to, Ben?"         
   "It's simple really.  When you think about it, all three of us want the same thing. 
So, make the most of the opportunity. If you want to fuck him, or if he wants to 
fuck you, then do it. It doesn't matter whatever else you're doing." 
   "Whatever else I'm doing?" Her incomprehension was obvious. 
   "Well, not literally, Kelly! I don't mean if you're shopping in Sainsbury's or 
whatever the Majorcan equivalent is!  I mean when you're here in the villa, even if 
you're with me. I'll get turned on because I know how much you adore it when he 
fucks you." My fingers were still inside her. "And I like the results; when you're full 
of his cum, just like you are now." I got a bit carried away at this juncture. "There 
can never be too much of it. I want you overflowing with it." I saw her nose 
wrinkle at the prospect.  
   "But Ben, when I'm like this I can't even feel you." 
   "It doesn't matter to me, Kelly." 
   "Well it does to me! You know, Ben, I was looking forward to our holiday here. I 
guessed I'd be spending a lot of time on my back but it never occurred to me that 
it would only be with Carl.  I assumed that you'd want to make love to me, too."
   "I do, Kelly, honestly."
   "I don't think you do, Ben. The reality is you prefer to watch, don't you?" She 
still had a puzzled expression.
    "Well, perhaps sometimes, Kelly, I suppose you could say that, yes."  Did I 
really mean that? It was too late. I'd already said it.
    "I wish I could understand you, Ben."  And then she began to cry.
    "I wish I could understand myself. But I do love you, Kelly, I swear."
     She did not answer me but continued to cry silently. The pillow was now wet 
with her tears. I kissed her wet salty cheek but she told me to leave her alone. I 
told her I didn't mean to upset her but she ignored me. I kissed her once more 
and this time she told me to go away. I knew she meant it too; her actual words 
allowed for no ambiguity.  I slipped on some swimming shorts and leaving her in 
our bedroom, went out to the pool.  
     I felt really invigorated after swimming a dozen or so lengths. I climbed out 
and sat on a chair to dry off in the sun. I looked around me. We were situated 
near the top of a small hill. Carl's villa was in its own large grounds. There was 
any number of olive trees dotted around. The boundary of the property was 
fenced and lines of pine trees had been planted to form a screen. His nearest 
neighbour was some way away on the lower slopes, but only the roof of the 
building could be seen above the trees. Carl was correct when he said that his 
villa was very private.  Further away still was the little village whose lights we had 
seen last night and where, according to Carl, there was a bar that served good 
food. In the distance, through the shimmering heat haze, the sea was visible. The 
standard rectangular shaped pool was a good size with a small springboard at 
one end. Signs indicated that it was two metres deep at this end and one metre 
deep at the other. Scattered around the poolside were white plastic sun beds, on 
which were cushions in a blue and white check. Closer to the house there was a 
table and four chairs but these were in the shade as above them was a large 
timbered structure on which a dense bougainvillaea was flourishing. The clusters 
of small cerise flowers were in striking contrast to the azure blue sky. It was a 
lovely spot, for sure.
    A short while later Carl came out on to the terrace. He was naked. He was 
obviously proud of his body and rightly so. It wasn't just his dick; he had an 
excellent physique, too. He worked hard in the gym and it showed. But he was 
also an exhibitionist and he grasped this opportunity to walk around bollock 
naked. He walked straight past me and dived into the pool. After he'd swum 
about twenty lengths he climbed out and sauntered towards me. "That's better", 
he said. "The water's perfect", he added. He disappeared into the villa but soon 
re-appeared carrying a tray on which there was fruit juice, croissants and coffee. 
He was still naked and was to remain that way for most of the time we were at 
the villa. We were seated at a table drinking coffee when Kelly appeared.  She 
wore only a pair of high cut blue bikini bottoms. 
    She was looking all around her. "This really is beautiful," she said as she 
walked towards the pool. Carl agreed but he was thinking about her backside. 
Her lightly tanned firm rounded cheeks complemented the thin strip of blue 
material that purported to be a bikini bottom. She was moving in an almost 
hypnotic way and could not have looked more alluring. She stood at the edge of 
the pool for a while and then she turned round and sashayed back. With each 
step her full breasts gently swayed from side to side. Her nipples were already 
prominent, coaxed out and then caressed by the soft breeze. The shadow of her 
dark pubis and the contours of her labia could be seen through the thin blue 
material of the bikini bottom. She looked incredibly sexy. By the time she sat 
down Carl was half erect. She looked at him and laughed.  "Don't you ever think 
of anything else, Carl?" 
   "It's very difficult when you're around, Kelly!" He stood up and went indoors to 
get another cup of coffee. 
    She was still upset and in no mood to talk to me. However she was determined 
to look on the positive side, and to make the most of things.  She mentally listed 
them. One; the villa was perfect. Two; there was not a cloud in the sky. Three; 
she could still have a good time with Carl. Things weren't that bad, all in all. She 
sat down with us and took a croissant from the plate. She reached languidly for 
the jug and poured out an orange juice. 
   "Well, Kelly, do you like it?" Carl had returned.
   "It's wonderful, Carl." She looked up at the blue sky and squinted when her 
gaze strayed too near the sun. "I could easily get used to this, I really could." 
    We enjoyed a leisurely alfresco breakfast together. It didn't take long to clear 
away, to put the juice back in the fridge and to load the dishwasher. When Kelly 
was satisfied everything was in order she went back outside and made herself 
comfortable on a sun bed. I hadn't even shaved so I returned to my room. By the 
time I came out on to the terrace both Carl and Kelly appeared to have nodded 
off as they basked in the warmth of the sun. Carl had positioned his sun bed 
quite close to the one occupied by Kelly.  I dived in the pool and swam another 
few lengths. It is quite a pleasant sensation to swim naked.  When I'd had 
enough I climbed out and prepared for some sun bathing, spreading my towel out 
on a sun bed. I lay down and closed my eyes, already feeling the warmth of the 
sun on my back. The only sound was the gentle slap of the water against the 
sides of the pool and even this was diminishing as the water was gradually 
returning to its former calm state. The whole effect was soporific and the result 
was inevitable. It was Kelly's voice that woke me up. 
    "Carl, you'll no doubt be pleased to hear what Ben said to me this morning." 
She was making no effort to moderate her voice. She was still angry with me; that 
much was obvious and it was perfectly clear she had wanted me to hear what 
she was saying. She continued, "He says that you and I should indulge ourselves 
whenever we feel like it. It seems," she strongly emphasised the word 'seems', 
"he prefers to watch." The venom in her words was quite apparent.  
   "Is that so?" Carl paused for a moment. He continued and this time the question 
was not rhetorical. "Is that a problem for you, Kelly?" He was trying to sound 
concerned.
   "I don't suppose it is for you, Carl."
   "So what would you say, then, if I said that I feel like it right now?"  I could hear 
the smile in his voice.
    She thought for a moment and then she laughed. "I think I would say, 'Snap!'" 
    He did not answer. I waited a while and then I looked at them. They had taken 
the cushions from their two sun beds to make a double mattress on the ground. 
Kelly was on her side facing me, her behind nestling into Carl's groin. Her eyes 
were closed but I knew she was awake. Her bikini bottoms were round one ankle. 
They were fucking. It was a slow comfortable fuck; it was too hot for anything 
else. And when he'd finished it was evident that she'd known all the time I was 
awake. She just looked at me and the briefest of smiles crossed her face.  
"Satisfied?" she asked.  Then, without waiting for my answer, she again closed 
her eyes. They were still coupled together when she nodded off.  
    I had to admit one thing. She had taken notice of what I'd said. 

Chapter 13

    We were getting ready to go out that evening and I decided I'd try again to 
make amends. "Kelly, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean it to sound as if I 
didn't want to have sex with you. I do!" 
    She was rather offhand. "You have a funny way of showing it, Ben! Anyway, it 
doesn't matter. I'm hardly likely to go short, am I?" 
    Still hoping that it did matter, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was 
drying myself when I walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered 
ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting style and was wearing 
another halter neck dress, this one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the 
edge of the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her toenails. Her knee was up 
by her chin and it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear. "Aren't you 
putting any knickers on?" I asked.
    "Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when I went without. Would 
you rather I put some on?"
   "No Kelly, of course not." 
    I suppose it was an idiotic thing to have asked. Why should she wear any? It 
has always been a turn on for me to know she was naked under her dress and I 
could not imagine Carl complaining. There was a knock on the door and the man 
himself came in. He was wearing a green checked casual shirt and black chinos. 
Kelly carried on applying the polish.
   "Hello, Kelly", he said, " You look nice!" He looked at me and grinned. "Evening, 
Ben!"
    Kelly affected surprise. "Oh it's you, Carl. I didn't recognise you with your 
clothes on!" She stood up, still smiling at her own joke. The dress length was 
halfway up her thigh.  As she moved the halter neck revealed in a most 
tantalising way the sides of her breasts. "Well, how do I look?" she asked us both. 
    I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She put her arms around 
my neck and the hem of her dress rose to reveal the very tops of her legs and the 
beginning of the soft curves of her buttocks.  Carl, who was standing behind her, 
was afforded a delightful view.  
    We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly 
volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a 
helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour 
and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest 
hint of a breeze. A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led 
the way into the restaurant. The building itself was not very big but there was a 
reasonable sized terrace on which there were a number of tables, most of which 
were already occupied. Carl spoke to a waiter and he led us to the one 
unoccupied table that overlooked the water's edge. There was a reserved sign on 
it and he promptly removed it. Kelly sat down, carefully holding the hem of her 
dress. I sat next to her and Carl sat opposite us both. 
    I looked at the harbour, observing the boats gently rising and falling in the 
almost imperceptible swell. They ranged in size from small fishing boats to large 
cabin cruisers, from boats that looked barely sea-worthy to luxurious gin palaces 
with every conceivable extra. On some of the latter, people could be seen sitting 
on deck with drinks in hand, ostensibly ignoring, but perhaps secretly enjoying 
the envious looks of the ordinary tourists who were trying to ascertain if such 
ostentatious wealth belonged to anyone they might recognise, a pop-star or a 
captain of industry. I watched a rather dilapidated fishing boat leave the harbour 
and I wondered how many hours would pass before it would return. 
    I heard the waiter say 'Buenos Noches' and I took the proffered menu from 
him, returning his greeting in my best Spanish. He replied, in English, and asked 
if I wanted a drink. I ordered a San Miguel, and I perused the menu, stroking my 
lip as I decided what to order. My taste buds were working overtime, but not 
because of the appetising choices on offer. Kelly's beautiful intimate flavour, still 
lingering on my finger, was the reason. Carl seemed unable to make up his mind 
what he wanted. He looked around to check that he couldn't be overheard and 
then he leaned forwards and spoke to us both.
   "They've got some nice things on the menu," he said in a conspiratorial voice, 
"but I have to say that the most edible thing I've seen tonight is Kelly's bum!"
    She made as if she was shocked but she was secretly delighted. She put on a 
somewhat haughty manner and said, "Well you'll have to choose something else, 
Carl, my bum's not on the menu".
    I tried to be funny. "Well it would be, Kelly, if you sat on it!"
    Our drinks arrived and we all touched glasses and wished each other a happy 
holiday. Carl finally decided what to eat and the waiter took our order. It was a 
very good restaurant. The food was excellent and so was the wine. At the end of 
the meal I paid the bill and then we drove back to the villa. Carl suggested we 
have a nightcap and went off to fix them. Kelly and I went out on the terrace and 
sat down at the table, having first pulled three chairs together. I turned to Kelly 
and told her that despite what I'd said earlier, I was glad she would be sleeping 
with me that night. She told me she was glad, too. I had my hand on her upper 
thigh. It was fairly dark and her legs were under the table so it wasn't obvious. 
    Carl returned with three glasses and a bottle of Rioja that he had just opened. 
He poured out the wine and then sat down next to Kelly. We sat there chatting 
and occasionally laughing. We were all very relaxed and were enjoying each 
other's company.  I was also enjoying an intimate contact with Kelly. My hand 
was now so high on Kelly's thigh that I could feel her pubic hair on the outside of 
my hand.  I was more than content just to leave it there; a little secret shared by 
the two of us, but it didn't remain a secret for long. I suppose it was no surprise 
that Carl had the idea to touch Kelly up, especially as he knew she had no 
underwear on. But it was a major surprise to him when his hand made 
unexpected contact with mine. In a violent reflex action, he pulled it away and in 
so doing, his knuckles rapped the underside of the table, causing the glasses to 
bounce. 
    It was rather comical, but Carl had actually hurt himself. Kelly who had laughed 
loudest, and who now felt a degree of guilt for doing so, immediately went into full 
Florence Nightingale mode. She went into the kitchen and returned with a cloth in 
which she'd wrapped some ice cubes. She placed it on the back of his hand and 
told him to keep it there as long as possible. Once she had satisfied herself that 
his injury was unlikely to be life threatening, she agreed that we could go to bed. 
She kissed Carl goodnight and we left him out on the terrace, nursing his bruised 
knuckles and the remainder of his drink.
    We were no sooner in bed than we were all over each other. We made urgent 
love and then in the post coital after glow we both drifted off to sleep, waking in 
the morning all the better for the perfect night's rest. The only evidence of the 
previous night's sexual activity was the pungent aroma of stale semen when Kelly 
moved in bed.
 
    

  



Chapter 14

    We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me and said that she 
would make the tea. She slipped out of bed, into her little green camisole and 
disappeared into the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a tray 
on which there were three cups. She looked like a little French maid, except that 
she wasn't wearing the frilly knickers; in fact she wasn't wearing any knickers.  
She gave me a cup and said that she would take Carl's in personally, the notional 
reason being so that she could check how his hand was. I guessed that Carl 
would be pleasantly surprised. You don't often get a semi-naked nurse paying 
that much attention to a minor injury, even with a private medical scheme like 
BUPA! 
    Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the bathroom shaving. She 
came in and kissed me on my cheek. She ran some water in the bidet and as she 
douched herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain was likely to clear up 
in the afternoon. She then showered and was still drying herself when she joined 
me in the bedroom, looking for something to wear.  We realised after the first 
morning that Carl didn't wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to 'do in 
Rome what the Romans do', but the rain had cooled things down considerably. 
Kelly felt rather cold, the erect state of her nipples providing ample evidence of 
the fact.  She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow tee shirt that just 
about covered her bottom.  She was about to slip some knickers on as well, but I 
intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I could manage.
   "Surely," I asked, "it is not that cold is it?"  
    It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a pair of shorts. The 
double standards involved did not go unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of 
her generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my pleasure. The three of us 
breakfasted in the kitchen and watched the rain beating down on the terraced 
area outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the bank in Cala D'or, and I 
asked if I could go with him, as it would give me the chance to change some 
traveller's cheques and to hire a car for a couple of days. We finished our 
breakfast and Carl got up from the table. He went into his room to get the 
documentation for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just had to don a 
tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were ready to go. Kelly declined the 
invitation to come with us because she wanted to wash a few things and write 
some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the opportunity to put on some 
knickers on and warm herself up.    
    The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the rain as Carl and I 
drove into town. We were unable to park outside the bank and the nearest spot 
we could find was at least fifty metres away.  Fortunately we were outside a bar 
so we went in. I ordered two beers and we waited for the rain to ease. I noticed 
his bruised knuckles and I asked him how his hand was. 
    He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it "It's fine thanks, Ben. Look I'm 
sorry about last night."  He must have seen the surprised look on my face. "I 
mean about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass." 
   "Carl, you don't need to apologise.  You know what Kelly said to you yesterday, 
so as far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely nothing for you to apologise for. 
Anyway, apart from your hand, I presume everything else is okay."
   "Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife's the sexiest woman I've 
ever known!" He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal 
question, Ben? How is it that you never get jealous when she's with me?" 
   "You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed woman. She needs 
sex frequently. And it is a real need, Carl, make no mistake. You fulfil that need; 
we both know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I've heard all the bollocks 
about it's not what you've got; it's the way that you use it. Kelly's even told me 
that herself, but she was sparing my feelings. I believe that size does matter, at 
least as far as she is concerned, and I know I can't satisfy her in the way that you 
can. But that's all you are doing, Carl, you're satisfying her sexual needs. She is 
fond of you, of course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical one.  I would 
certainly be jealous if she loved you but she doesn't; she loves me. So, why 
should I be jealous? You tell me." I looked out of the window at the rain. It 
showed no sign of abating.
    Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. "So, what you are saying, Ben, is 
that Kelly only wants me for my body." He smiled ruefully. "Well, whatever the 
reason, I'm not complaining. But there's no way I'd let her screw around if she 
were my...."
    I angrily interrupted him. "Hang on, Carl! Kelly is screwing you... only you! She 
is not screwing around and I don't like to hear you say that she is."
    He apologised at once. "I'm really sorry, Ben. Of course I didn't mean to imply 
that Kelly was screwing around. I only meant to say that I could not be as 
generous, as altruistic, if you like, as you are, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, I 
shouldn't have raised the subject."
    My anger had passed. "Okay, Carl, apology accepted.  Coming back to what 
you meant to say, then." There was a pause as I tried to get my thoughts 
together.  "Hell, Carl, I'm really speaking from the heart, here. It has got nothing 
to do with altruism." I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high 
motives for my behaviour. "But the word sounds similar. Troilism is the actual 
name for it.  And the definition of troilism is a third person deriving sexual 
pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones 
getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. 
"And it's a real turn on, believe me.  So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as 
Kelly wants it to."
    Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that 
case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"
    I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to ensure my happiness but 
no doubt he'd find that out for himself.  Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so 
we took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank.  And by the time we'd left 
some twenty minutes later it had stopped altogether and the sun was shining. 
Carl then drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it for a couple of 
days I went the whole hog; automatic, air conditioning and power steering. I 
arranged for it to be delivered the following day.
    We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the freshly percolated 
coffee as soon as we stepped inside. Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got 
up and poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then went straight to 
his bedroom, returning barely a minute later. Barely was the operative word, he 
was completely naked when he came back into the kitchen. 
    We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of the 
bougainvillea, when the rain returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get 
soaked going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out a pizza whilst 
Kelly prepared a salad.  I laid the table and organised the wine. Considering the 
lunch was rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I was taking my 
wine waiter duties quite seriously, ensuring our glasses were never empty. We 
were on our second bottle and were all in a happy frame of mind by the time we'd 
finished eating. Kelly tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She could 
barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts 
jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the 
more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't 
matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious 
anyway.  I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for 
Carl's weather forecasting!  
    Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and went over to the 
sofa to sit down. Carl had some paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. 
Kelly was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was also feeling randy. I'd 
no sooner sat down than she was kissing me, pushing her tongue in my mouth 
and groping me through the thin material of my shorts. I looked over my shoulder; 
Carl, who had his back to us, seemed preoccupied with his paperwork so I 
surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang free but it wasn't free for 
long! She had already grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And she 
continued holding it until it was sheathed in her hot velvet fanny. She was 
pleased with herself, that much was evident from her manner, a manner 
suggestive of a cat that had taken all the cream. Carl had his back to us and was 
apparently unaware of what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because it 
was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I didn't want our activity to be 
too blatant so I pulled down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much as 
possible. I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina rhythmically 
contracted around my dick and I closed my eyes so that I could better savour 
them. Then I felt her hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to 
come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up our wine glasses from the 
occasional table. Kelly took her glass, which had been half-full and drained it. 
    Carl looked up from the table. "More wine?" he asked. He didn't wait for an 
answer but walked round the table carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly 
aware of our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our discussion outside 
the bank, he stood very close to Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. 
His penis was hanging directly in front of her face. Difficult to disregard at the 
best of times, it was impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too well. 
He knew she would react, but he didn't know how. Just as well really. Because 
she bit it; and rather harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only been 
joking, of course, but she'd had four glasses of wine. He yelled and quickly 
stepped back so as to be out of range. She hadn't hurt him that much; it was his 
pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been wounded. No one spoke for a 
moment.
   "Kelly," I tried not to laugh, "I think you'll find that Carl said, 'more wine' not 
'gnaw mine!'"
    Carl smiled through the pain. "Oh come on Ben, it's an easy mistake for a girl 
to make!" 
    She looked sheepishly at Carl. "I'm really sorry about that, Carl. I didn't mean 
to hurt you, honestly. Come back here and I'll kiss it better. I won't bite it, I 
promise." No one would turn down an offer like that and Carl was certainly not 
going to. He returned, now standing so close to the two of us that I could feel his 
knee on my thigh.  Kelly was as good as her word.  It began to get better as soon 
as she held it in her hand. It continued to make good progress when she kissed 
it. And once it was in her mouth recovery was complete. This much was self-
evident; even her cheek was beginning to bulge as she sought to contain his 
growing erection. She gave up the unequal contest, but she continued holding his 
rigid shaft, concerned, maybe, that without such care and attention, it would 
suffer a relapse and soften. "Does that feel better, now?" she asked him. 
    He grimaced. Talk about laying it on with a trowel! "It's a bit better now, thank 
you, but I think it still needs more treatment." I honestly don't know how he 
managed to keep a straight face. This was really pathetic!
    His erection was jutting up above her face and she had to gently pull the tip 
down to get it back into her mouth. And then came her piece de resistance. She 
placed both hands on my shoulders and proceeded to raise herself off my dick. 
And as she raised herself off mine so would she take more of his in her mouth. 
And then, as she sank back on mine, more of his appeared.  She had 
deliberately skewered herself on our dicks and she appeared to be in a seventh 
heaven. Although she would occasionally look up at Carl, her attention was 
mainly fixed on me. I think that she was trying to see just how excited she could 
make me. I would have told her had she asked. It was unbelievably erotic and I 
was on the verge of ejaculation. I was desperately trying to delay the moment, 
mentally reciting Arsenal's cup winning team of 1971. I had got up to 'Geordie' 
Armstrong when Kelly stopped moving. She had been forced to call a halt; her 
jaw was aching too much for her to continue.   
    I suggested we go into our bedroom because it would be more comfortable. 
Kelly nodded and immediately stood up. I got to my feet too, glad to be able to 
stretch my legs and glad to afford my rigid cock the opportunity to cool off! I 
turned to Kelly and kissed her. My tongue was immediately in her mouth. 
Perhaps I was subconsciously reclaiming the territory that had just been invaded 
by Carl's dick! I undid the button at the top of my shorts and I stepped out of 
them. I also took off my tee shirt.
    I handed Kelly her wine and she took a sip before she walked into the 
bedroom. Carl and I followed, catching alluring glimpses of her delightful bum as 
the hem of the tee shirt moved with every stride. She sat down on the edge of the 
bed and placed her wine glass on the bedside table. She removed her tee shirt, 
and gave us both a big smile as she did so. I sensed she wanted us both at the 
same time. It was clear that she would be more comfortable accommodating me 
in her mouth, so I took control. 
    I lay down on my back with my feet towards the pillow and Kelly, doing exactly 
as I'd asked, positioned herself over me, as if we were about to have oral sex 
together. Carl immediately knelt down behind her with his knees just inside and 
slightly behind hers. He grasped her hips and his erect penis sought out the 
delicate pink petals of her entrance. But Kelly was impatient, and had already 
reached down between her legs in order to guide him into her. It was fascinating 
to watch her soft flesh open up and to see his great thickness slowly sink into 
her. To sink into her until their pubic hairs meshed and only his heavy hairy balls, 
dangling in my face, were visible. And then I felt her lips around my cock. Kelly 
tried to take the whole of me in her mouth, but she had to give up when she 
began to gag. I suggested that she leave me alone for a moment because I didn't 
want to cum too soon. 
    Carl now slowly withdrew his shaft, heavily smeared with Kelly's lubrication, 
until only his bulbous crown remained in her. I marvelled at Kelly's inner lips, 
dilated so as to be almost diaphanous, yet still clinging limpet like to his shaft, 
and holding him fast. Her clitoris had never been more prominent and the 
succulent pink inner flesh, swimming in her lubrication had never looked more 
delicious. I looked at her engorged outer labia lips. I had never previously noticed 
that one was slightly thicker than the other but such beauty is rarely perfectly 
symmetrical. I studied the smooth tanned skin of her inner thighs and the white 
crease lines in her groin. I observed the soft and shiny black curly hair of her 
pubis. I could see where she had depilated her bikini line, and where the new 
growth was just beginning to appear. I wanted to kiss, to suck and to taste every 
little bit of her but Carl was already sliding back into her depths. 
    His actions were somewhat slow and deliberate and I felt that he was putting 
on a show for me, a live sex show with my wife as his co-star. Their performance 
went on for about five minutes or so before he disengaged himself from her 
completely. Then he sat back on his haunches so that I could have an 
uninterrupted view of my wife's adorable fanny. But now, instead of the soft pink 
flesh there was just a black hole leading into her core. She was, if anything, even 
more irresistible. I was like a man possessed as I sucked and licked her fleshy 
labia and clitoris. I heard Kelly groaning with pleasure before she again took me 
in her mouth. However I sensed she would prefer Carl to resume fucking her, so I 
ceased my oral ministrations and rested my head on the bed once more. I had no 
sooner done so than Carl was again inside her. Only this time it was patently 
obvious he meant business.
    The earlier slow motion fuck had clearly been for my benefit, but this one was 
for his. This was a proper fuck, and the speed and power of his thrusts was 
increasing all the time. With each deep thrust his hard flat stomach collided with 
the soft roundness of her backside, and the resulting shock waves spread 
through her whole body and caused her mouth to judder on my cock. In fact she 
had to release me because she was concerned she would inadvertently bite me. 
(To bite one cock accidentally was bad enough; she could never live down biting 
two!) It was a blessing in disguise because it allowed me to concentrate more 
fully on what was happening just inches from my very eyes. 
    My ears were assailed with different sounds, the sticky slurping noises as Carl 
partly withdrew from her, the thwack of flesh against flesh as he drove back in, 
and the disembodied grunts and groans, as Kelly and Carl gave voice to their 
sensual delight. Kelly's buttocks were reddening from the constant impact, but 
she was oblivious to it, in fact she was oblivious to everything. Her whole 
universe was centred on her vagina and on the incredibly powerful tool that was 
driving into it with such fierce energy. Carl gave a last thrust and I sensed him 
straining to get even deeper as his semen spurted into her. Kelly felt that he was 
trying to split her in two and this brought on her own climax. A moment or so later 
it was all over. Carl withdrew from her, and I heard him say that he'd leave us 
alone together.  Then I heard the door shut and there was silence for a moment 
before Kelly spoke. 
   "What was it that you said, Ben? Oh! I remember. That you wanted me to be 
full of his cum? You did say that, didn't you?  Well, do you think I'm full enough, 
now?" 
    She lowered her gaping, matted and spunk filled vagina to my face and I drank 
from her well. Then I felt her lips around me once more. But this time I was 
neither inclined nor able to hold back and I ejaculated long and hard into her 
greedy mouth. And such was her sexual excitement that she swallowed it, too.  
Well they do say that exchange is no robbery!













Chapter 15

    Kelly and I decided to have a day on one of the beaches in Cala D'or. Carl had 
already told us that he had some business to attend to that day so Kelly and I 
would be on our own. The hire car turned up on time and we were all set. We 
packed our towels, sun creams and some bottled water. Kelly had put on a short 
skimpy white summer dress made of fine cotton. The white straps attached to the 
bodice were no thicker than string and the cotton was fine enough to hint at the 
colour of the bikini bottoms she was wearing under her dress. We set off mid-
morning, and were on the beach twenty-five minutes later. The small sandy 
beach was quite full by the time we had arrived and there were not many spaces 
left. 
    The sun loungers had all been taken earlier of course but we had our towels to 
lie on. We picked our way across the beach until we found a suitable spot and 
promptly laid claim to it, spreading our towels out before sitting down. Kelly took 
off her sundress and then began to apply the sun cream to her body. Her actions 
were not meant to be provocative, but when she was creaming her breasts and 
nipples it was all but impossible not to be provoked. I could never tire of watching 
her, even after six years of marriage, but I wasn't the only one taking a close 
interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more than seventeen years 
old, and they had been watching her since we'd arrived. They made no attempt 
to conceal their interest, they were too young and too na�ve for such finesse. 
Judging by their expressions she had clearly made their day. It was difficult to 
ignore their stares, and still more so not to show how proud I was that they found 
my wife so attractive. 
    On the other side of us was an older couple. The lady had just been for a dip in 
the sea and the man, who was engrossed in his newspaper, had barely 
acknowledged her return. In fact everyone around her seemed equally oblivious 
to her presence. I looked at her and wondered if, in her youth, she might once 
have been subject to the same rapt attention that Kelly commanded.
    We decided to go for a swim and so we picked our way down to the water's 
edge. Kelly was ahead of me and as she waded out into the crystal clear sea I 
could see how her bikini bottom was riding up slightly to reveal more of the 
curves of her cheeks. She was aware of it, too and every so often she would 
reach round and adjust it. We were already up to our waists when Kelly looked 
back at the beach and pointed something out to me. I turned round to look and 
then I felt the sudden shock of cold water on my back and I heard her laughing. 
Before I had the chance to retaliate she dipped below the water and began to 
swim towards a raft that was moored some way out. I caught up with her and ten 
minutes later we were holding onto the side of the raft treading water. I managed 
to clamber on to it and then gave Kelly a hand to get aboard. 
    We sat down facing the sun, getting our breath back. There was a man already 
on the raft. He was aged about forty-five. Kelly and I said hello to him and we got 
talking. It transpired that he was English, had lived in Majorca for the past fifteen 
years and ran a local bar cum restaurant. He had come out for a working summer 
and had become so enamoured of the resort that he had stayed on. As we 
conversed he seemed unable to take his eyes off Kelly's breasts. The sea breeze 
on her wet skin had caused goose pimples, her areolas had contracted and her 
nipples were fully erect. She was aware that he was staring at her breasts and 
she felt rather self-conscious. So she brought her knees up to her chest, leant 
forwards, and wrapped her arms around her legs, thereby hiding them from view. 
He must have realised why she had done this and may have felt embarrassed.  
Either that or he realised that the show was over. Whatever his reason, he said 
that he had to be getting back, and he stood up, walked to the edge of the raft, 
and dived in to the sea. He called out from the water, and told us that we were 
very welcome to visit his bar, before turning to swim back towards the beach. 
    Kelly said that she would not go near the place because she did not like the 
way he had been staring at her. I said that in his place I, too, would have stared. 
She did look gorgeous. Her hair, normally dark brown, was still damp and 
appeared virtually jet-black. It was hanging down in strands, framing her beautiful 
face. She was really getting a tan and her brown skin contrasted strongly with her 
white teeth. And in further stark contrast were the skimpy lime green bikini 
bottoms, faithfully clinging to every soft contour of her femininity. And then there 
were her nipples! Hard, erect and crying out to be kissed. Had we been on our 
own, I would have been chewing on them already. In fact I would have been 
making love to her there and then, but someone else was already climbing on to 
the raft, so I suggested that we swim back.
    By the time we had completed our leisurely return and had dried off, it was 
time for lunch. Kelly slipped her dress back on and we went to the small taverna 
at the edge of the beach. We sat at a table in the shade, with a view of the 
beach. We ordered a salad, and washed it down with a couple of small beers. I 
settled the bill and we meandered back to our spot on the beach. The 
combination of the heat, the sound of the sea and the alcohol caused us to doze 
off as soon as we lay down to sunbathe. We went in for another swim an hour or 
so later and by then we'd had enough. We thought that we would have a coffee 
before going back to the villa. Kelly dried herself and put her dress back on. She 
stepped out of the wet bikini bottoms, and reached in her bag for the knickers 
she'd packed that morning. She took them out and immediately noticed that there 
was sun cream all over them. The plastic top of the container had somehow 
opened and everything in the bag was covered in ambre solaire! She would have 
put the bikini bottoms back on but they were now covered in sand so she tossed 
them into the bag alongside her panties. It was amusing to note that the older 
man next to us, who had paid such scant attention to his wife that morning, was 
now very interested in my wife's dilemma.
    Kelly did not seem at all perturbed about this; in fact she gave the impression 
that she couldn't have cared less. She just made sure her dress was decent and 
slipped on her sandals. She was in front of me as we filed off the beach. Just as 
her lime green bikini bottom had been discernible through the thin cotton of her 
dress, so now was the tanned skin of her bare backside. Not only that; as she 
climbed the steps to the taverna and I followed some three steps behind, I was 
even treated to tantalising glimpses of her rounded cheeks. However no one else 
was to be so lucky, because as soon as we sat down at the table she draped a 
towel over her legs.  We finished our coffees and after taking a last look at the 
beach we strolled back to the car.  
    The car was incredibly hot and we could not even sit on the seats until we'd 
covered them with our towels. But the air conditioning was quite effective and the 
temperature inside the car was soon reducing. Kelly's short skirt and absence of 
underwear was a major distraction, however. Nevertheless, I managed to keep 
my eyes on the road even if I didn't keep both hands on the wheel. And by the 
time we'd got to the villa I was sold on the benefits of an automatic gearbox; only 
once had it been necessary to let go of her lovely little fanny. A ringing 
endorsement for Borg-Warner, no doubt, but one unlikely to feature as a 
customer testimonial. 
    We were halfway up the drive before we noticed that Carl must have visitors. 
There was another car parked outside the villa. 




Chapter 16

    We came round the back. Carl and another man were sitting at a table on the 
terrace. Carl, unusually for him, was dressed but then so was his visitor. Carl saw 
us at the same moment and he immediately beckoned us over. Kelly smoothed 
down her dress once more and we walked towards them. They both got up, and 
Carl did the introductions. 
   "Jeff, may I introduce you to dear friends of mine, Kelly and Ben."
   "It's nice to meet you both," said Jeff, "Carl has told me all about you."(All about 
us? Hopefully, just a figure of speech.) 
   "Hello, Jeff," I said, "It's nice to meet you too." 
    Jeff looked older than Carl but that might have been due to his greying hair 
and the fact that he was somewhat overweight. 
   "Carl," said Jeff in an admonitory way, "you didn't tell me that Kelly was this 
attractive!" 
    Kelly smiled graciously. Carl invited us to join them, and pulled up two chairs. It 
was difficult not to laugh as she sat down; she was so awkward as she tried to 
maintain her modesty. There was a bottle of white wine in the ice bucket. Next to 
it were two additional glasses and it appeared that we had been expected. Carl 
retrieved the bottle and poured out some wine for the two of us. Jeff had an 
American accent and I asked him what part of the USA he came from.
   "I live in California, in LA to be precise." 
   "And what do you do, Jeff?" Kelly asked.
   "I suppose you'd describe it as a form of marketing. I make commercial videos 
for companies, sometimes about their products, sometimes about the company 
itself. It is not that glamorous but it pays well." 
    Carl interjected, "Jeff is far too modest to tell you this himself, but he has won 
awards for his work. He is one of the best in the business."
    Jeff laughed, "They were merely awards from a trade association, that's all. 
The way Carl talks you'd think they were Oscars! He's always one to talk things 
up." There was something about him. I couldn't put my finger on it. I sensed the 
bonhomie was false and the charm was something that he could instantly switch 
on as necessary.
   "And how did you get to know Carl?" Kelly asked.
   "Through business. Carl undertook a project for me." Jeff answered. "We hit it 
off, and we've stayed in touch ever since. Anyway, that's enough about me. What 
about you two?  Are you both enjoying yourselves here?"
   "Yes we are, aren't we, Ben?" She looked at me to confirm it and I nodded.
   "I hear you've got to return early, Ben, That's a shame." I nodded again. 
(Maybe Carl had told him everything!)
   "Are you here on holiday, Jeff?" I asked.
   "No, I'm working, believe it or not. But when I'm over here in Europe I always 
make the effort to look up Carl."
    At that precise moment there was a piercing shriek. Kelly had seen a huge 
spider close to her foot. In her panic she raised her legs out of harm's way 
without giving a moment's thought to her lack of underwear. Jeff was thus treated 
to the sight of her naked fanny, and from point blank range, too.  Kelly, realising 
at once what she'd done and blushing furiously, immediately stood up and pulled 
her dress down to cover herself. Her embarrassment was not lessened in any 
way by the fact that the three of us were all laughing.  
   "Kelly," I said, "I think you misheard what Jeff said. It was Carl that he likes to 
look up!"
    Jeff, still smiling, again exercised his oily charm. "You don't need to be 
embarrassed, Kelly.  You are an extremely attractive woman," there was a 
theatrical pause, "in every respect. And you, Ben, are a very lucky man!" (I know I 
am, but why does everyone feel the need to tell me?) "And now, unfortunately, I 
have to leave. It's been very pleasant meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your 
holiday."
    Carl got up too and they went indoors. A short while later we heard the car 
drive away.     Carl returned wearing a broad smile on his face, and as usual, 
nothing else. He looked straight at Kelly. "And how is Little Miss Muffet?"  
   "Don't start," she said, "I feel stupid enough, already." 
    Carl spoke again. "I shouldn't worry about it, Kelly. You certainly made Jeff's 
day, anyway. He said you were the nicest thing he's seen since he arrived."
    Kelly blushed once more. 
    It was still hot and although we were sitting in the shade my skin seemed tight 
from our day in the sun. I had to cool off in the pool and I asked if anyone else 
fancied going in. Within thirty seconds we were all in the pool. Initially the water 
had seemed cold to our overheated bodies but in fact it was absolutely perfect. It 
was softer than the seawater and seemed to caress the skin. There was a ball 
floating around so we were able to play catch. Carl and I would both try to throw 
the ball so that Kelly would have to jump for it. We were thus treated to the 
occasional glimpse of fanny as well as seeing her breasts jiggling. Kelly, on the 
other hand, would always try to return the ball so that we didn't have to move to 
catch it. She therefore fondly believed that she was a more accurate thrower of 
the ball than either Carl or me!  When we'd had enough of the game we swam a 
few lengths of the pool. Ten minutes later Kelly informed me that she and Carl 
were going inside. She promptly climbed out of the pool, followed by her lover, 
and they stood there drying themselves for a couple of minutes or so.  She was 
still towelling her hair as they walked towards the villa. And as they went indoors 
Carl's hand was already on her bare buttocks, gently caressing the damp goose 
pimpled flesh.
    I carried on swimming for another ten minutes and then I also climbed out. I'd 
forgotten to bring my towel with me and I ambled back to the table where we had 
been sitting to retrieve it. I dried myself, fetched a beer from the fridge and 
returned to the terrace. From behind the shuttered windows of Carl's bedroom I 
could hear the unmistakeable sounds. And for a fleeting moment I was jealous. 
This wasn't fair! I had been the one who'd been sexually provoked all bloody day 
and yet it was Carl who was getting his leg over. But I was being irrational. After 
all, they were only doing what I'd been encouraging them to do from the start.  
And it wasn't as if I was going to miss out either; she'd be sleeping with me that 
night. 
    I sat down and took a mouthful of beer. It was with a growing sense of 
contentment when I closed my eyes to bask in the gentle warmth of the late 
afternoon sun. 













Chapter 17
 
     The following morning I was about to get up to make the tea when there was a 
knock on the bedroom door. Carl had already made it and he came in carrying 
three cups on a tray. As usual he was naked. There was no doubt that he was 
proud of his lean and muscular body, and he was now turning a nice shade of 
brown. He was even more proud of his fully erect cock! 
    When he first came in, Kelly's instinctive reaction had been to pull the sheet up 
to her neck to cover herself, but she instantly recognised the absurdity of such an 
action and she left the sheet where it was, just up to her waist. She had a smile 
on her face as she teased him. "So, making tea gives you an erection then, Carl, 
does it?" He smiled at her comment but nevertheless remained resolutely erect. 
And the sight of her bare breasts was hardly likely to reduce his state of 
excitement, either. He put the tray down on the dressing table. Kelly continued, 
but without the previous humour. Instead there was a soft sensual overtone to 
her words. "And what are you going to do about it?" The sudden sexual tension 
filled the room. 
   "I don't know."
    She looked at me briefly, but just long enough to let me know she had 
remembered what I had said to her on our first morning here. She pulled the 
sheet back. Carl could now see the whole of her naked body. She parted her 
legs. 
    "Would you like to come in here, then?" The ambiguity was deliberate.
    He needed no further prompting. He climbed into the bed and manoeuvred 
himself between her legs in an instant. Kelly reached down to guide his cock and 
he slipped into her without effort. And then supporting his weight on his arms he 
began to fuck her. He started off slowly; he did not want it to end too soon and 
neither did Kelly. There was absolutely no doubt that she adored being on the 
end of his dick. You could see it in her face, in her open mouth and in her heavy 
lidded eyes.  I nibbled on her earlobe and asked her to touch herself. The very 
next moment her hand was down between her legs. The words in her ear had 
just tripped off my tongue.  Now it was my tongue itself that was in her ear. She 
turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and loving kiss. Her tongue was 
dancing with mine. Again I experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to 
her.  And then she pulled her lips away from mine in order to speak to Carl. In 
that soft tone of hers, the tone that she puts on when she wants something, she 
asked him to fuck her harder. I usually find it difficult to say no to such persuasive 
entreaties. And so did Carl! 
    She also wanted him to fuck her deeper, judging by the way she had wrapped 
her legs around his waist, thereby making herself even more open for him. And 
Carl was doing his level best to fulfil her wishes. Fulfilling them to such an extent, 
I was concerned her delicate feminine flesh would get bruised. Kelly, on the other 
hand, was not in the least bit concerned. This may have had something to do 
with the fact that she was very close to her orgasm, an orgasm that was, at least 
in part, self-induced. Because on every down stroke his flat stomach was 
smacking against the back of her hand and the shock wave was transmitted 
through her finger to her clitoris. And then she was climaxing, her body was 
convulsing and she was groaning incomprehensibly. She was still on her 
orgasmic plateau when Carl's semen flooded into her core, just as she was when 
mine spurted into my hand!  
    And then two minutes later it was as if nothing had happened. He was 
standing by the side of the bed once more, with a cup of tea in his hand. The only 
evidence of his encounter with Kelly, being his sticky detumescence. That, and 
the growing wet patch on the sheet between her thighs. He looked really pleased 
with himself as he went out of our room. "Don't let your teas get cold!" were his 
parting words.
    Kelly recovered quickly and turned to look at me. Her eyes had that usual 
apr�s-sex sparkle but there was also a broad grin on her face. Something had 
struck her as funny. 
   "All right then, Kelly, what's amused you?" 
    She couldn't wait to tell me. "When Carl came in with the teas and his erection. 
Was that what you'd call 'womb' service?" And then she couldn't stop laughing.
    We had hired the car for two days so that we could see a bit more of the 
island. Yesterday we'd been at the beach; today we were planning to go to 
Alcudia. Shortly after breakfast the two of us set off, Carl having declined the 
invitation to join us.  We had reached Felanitz and I was not sure which was the 
road for Manacor.
   "Oh, bollocks!" 
   "What's wrong?" 
    And then I saw the sign. We were on the right road after all. "It's ok. I thought 
I'd missed the turn but there is obviously another way to get there." I looked at 
her. She was wearing a lemon top and a short blue skirt. She was going brown 
and she looked fabulous. "I must say, Kelly, you look very tasty today."
   "Thank you."  She leaned across and kissed me on my cheek.
    I rested my hand on her smooth skin of her upper thigh, just where her skirt 
ended. My fingers crept up her leg and came to rest on her panties. "You've got 
some on." I said. I don't know what made me say that, really. It was hardly likely 
to be something she didn't already know! I suppose it was because I was slightly 
disappointed. Since we'd been in Majorca she'd often gone without, not least 
because she knew both Carl and I preferred her that way.  
   "Yes, I had to. I'm still quite wet from this morning."
   "Didn't you use the bidet?"
   "Don't you think this is all getting a bit personal, Ben? As a matter of fact I did 
use it, but obviously it didn't all come out." And then she hummed the signature 
tune to 'Mastermind'.  "So, Magnus, my specialist subject is 'Feminine Hygiene.'"
   "Sorry, Kelly. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's only that I was concerned 
about your little fanny. It was getting quite a hammering this morning." 
   "It's fine, Ben." She smiled at me and then she pulled her skirt up and patted 
herself through the white lace material. And then she spoke to it! "You're quite 
used to it by now, aren't you?" She took her hand away and smoothed her skirt 
down.
   "Do that again."
   "What, talk to it?"
   "No, silly!  Touch yourself, I mean. It's very erotic seeing you do that."
   "I wasn't doing anything, I only patted it."
   "Well, pat it again."
   "Why?"
    I couldn't reply. We were now in Manacor and I was negotiating a rather 
complicated roundabout. Traffic seemed to be coming at us from all directions. I 
followed the signs for Petra and soon we were again on the open road. I glanced 
at Kelly. "What about the holiday. Are you enjoying it, so far?"
   "Yes, I am, Ben.  And I'm so glad you've hired a car. It means we can have 
some time together on our own and I think that's wonderful. I love it when it's just 
the two of us."
   "I'm really pleased to hear you say that, Kelly."
   "And I mean it too, Ben.  Every word." 
   "So you're happy to sleep with me?"
   "Of course I am. And we do sleep together, Ben, something I don't ..." She 
suddenly realised what she was saying. "Sorry, Ben, I didn't mean to say ..."
    I interrupted her. "It's all right, Kelly. You haven't shattered any illusions. I've 
never considered myself to be God's gift to women."   
   "That is not an issue as far as I'm concerned, Ben, honestly. I love you, and 
therefore, when we do it there is far more to it than just the sex. You and I make 
love, Ben, and that makes a big difference." She said it again for emphasis. "We 
make love Ben. Carl and I don't make love; we just fuck! I'm not saying I don't 
enjoy it, but that's all it is... a fuck." She kissed me on my cheek again.
    "You are incredible, do you know that?"
    "Why do you say I'm incredible, Ben? Because I actually enjoy sex with 
someone else or because I admit that I do? Or is it because you think it's not 
normal for a woman to be able to separate sex and love.  Men can make the 
distinction, but apparently women can't. And who says so? Why, men, of course! 
Is that why you say I'm incredible?"
    I managed to get a word in edgeways. "Kelly, when I said it, I meant it as a 
compliment. And I still mean it too. You are incredibly sexy and I love you all the 
more because of it. And I accept that you can enjoy sex without an emotional 
involvement. It's not as if you haven't told me before." 
    We had driven through Petra and were now on route for Puerto de Alcudia. We 
finally arrived at midday and found somewhere to park the car. We did a bit of 
sight seeing but it was really too hot to do too much.  We found a small restaurant 
close to the harbour. A family was vacating a table just as we got there and we 
grabbed it. Kelly went to the loo. I glanced around at the people sitting at the 
other tables, most of whom seemed to be German. I heard a flapping sound 
above and I turned to look at the pale green awning. One of the cords securing it 
to the uprights had come undone and every so often a gentle breeze would catch 
the material. Looking south I could just make out the shape of Mont Salvador in 
the far distance. We had driven past it that very morning on our way to Felanitz. 
    Kelly returned and started to tell me something before she'd even sat down. 
"Don't make it obvious Ben, but see that man sitting over there, in the corner, in 
the blue shirt, with his back to us. Well, I think it's Jeff. I hope he hasn't seen us." 
   "Why? At least you can show him that you do wear knickers, sometimes!" 
   "Ha-ha. Very funny, I don't think. Anyway, he'd be the last person I'd show them 
to." 
    I looked across at the man just as he got up to leave. Kelly had been mistaken; 
it wasn't Jeff.  She realised it too. 
   "Something tells me that you don't like him, Kelly."
    She looked at me. "You know, Ben, you're wasted in banking. Someone as 
astute as you should have been a private detective!"
   "All right, there's no need to be sarcastic. I didn't realise he'd made such a bad 
impression on you. You seemed happy enough when he was dishing out the 
compliments. How was I to know?"
   "He is very false, Ben. He ladles the charm on but it is so superficial. He gives 
me the creeps." 
    I was about to tell her that I, too, felt he was shallow when at last the waiter 
came to take our order. It was so hot that all we really fancied was a salad and a 
cold mineral water. Once we'd ordered, the service was very quick. And we'd 
made a good choice too; the salad was excellent. 
   "This is the life, eh, Kelly?"
   "It certainly beats working for a living."
    We paid the bill and left. We took a stroll around the small harbour. Being so 
near the water, we ought to have felt cooler, even if the reason was purely 
psychological, but it was not the case. The bright sunlight seemed to be 
intensified as it was reflected off the water and the white paintwork of the boats. 
Hardly anything or anyone was moving in the intense heat and the somnolence 
was pervasive. We ambled back to the car, this time letting it run for a while 
before we got in it. I'd decided we'd drive back via Arta and Porto Cristo, to give 
us a change of scenery.
    We'd been driving for about an hour when I asked Kelly if her fanny was still all 
right.  
   "Why are you so concerned about it? I told you this morning it was ok, didn't I?" 
And then she answered her own question. "Oh, I know why.  Well I'm not going to 
touch myself, Ben, if that's what you think.  Especially whilst you're driving. We'd 
have an accident."
   There is a God! We were driving through a wooded area as she was speaking. 
Ahead of us was a turnoff to the right. On an impulse I took it and found that it led 
to a small deserted clearing.  I parked in some welcoming shade and turned the 
engine off.  "What was it you were saying about an accident, Kelly?"  
    She looked all around the clearing, making absolutely certain that no one else 
was present. "I find your concern really touching, Ben." She was being very 
sarcastic. 
   "What I'd really like to find, Kelly, is you touching your concern!" 
    She didn't answer. Instead she raised her bottom out of the seat and pulled the 
hem of her dress up so that she was no longer sitting on it. And then her 
fingertips were on the fabric of her panties, and her forefinger was tracing her 
cleft.  "Well, it seems to be ok but you can never be too careful, can you? I think 
I'd better make absolutely sure, don't you?" She'd no sooner finished speaking 
than she'd hooked the fingers of her left hand around the lacy triangle and pulled 
it to one side, exposing her vulva. We were both watching her finger trawl along 
the increasingly wet channel between her fleshy glistening labia lips. 
    And then she turned to me again. "Don't ever tell me, Ben, that I don't spoil 
you!" And then my beautiful, oh so sexy wife began to masturbate. 




        






















Chapter 18
       
    And all to soon it was my last full day. We hadn't planned to go anywhere, but 
we needed to get some more bread and a few other bits and pieces so we 
popped into Cala d'Or. We'd done the shopping and were having a coffee in the 
main street, idly watching the world go by. More specifically I was watching a girl 
go by, a girl wearing shorts and a low slung bikini top. She was rather attractive, 
an impression not entirely unrelated to the fact that with every step her ample 
bosom was threatening to spill out of her top. I was just thinking to myself that 
you wouldn't have got many of those to the pound when I heard a voice behind 
me.
   "Hello, you two!"  I turned round. It was Roy and Sharon, our old neighbours. 
Roy looked at his wife. "So you were right, Shar."  We said hello and exchanged 
the usual pleasantries. They were about to order a coffee so we invited them to 
join us. It was a big mistake. I'd forgotten how loud she was and the extent to 
which she dominated her husband.     
    Sharon was addressing Kelly. "I said to Roy, that was you, when I saw you 
yesterday, didn't I, Roy?" He nodded to confirm but she wasn't taking any notice. 
She looked around as if to make sure no one could overhear her. She would 
have done better just to talk more quietly but she was one of those women who 
could not have spoken 'sotto voce' even if her life depended on it. "When you 
were at the nudist beach."  At these words someone three tables away looked 
across at us. Discretion was not her strong point, either. "But I wasn't absolutely 
sure, because you were with someone else." 
    She was quite right. We had gone to the nudist beach yesterday. And she 
could easily have seen the two of them together. Carl had wanted to go for a 
walk along the beach and Kelly had gone with him, although she had insisted on 
putting her bikini bottoms on. Not so Carl, of course. He had wanted no one to be 
deprived of the sight of his dick! Gosh, I am getting really bitchy. 
   "That would have been Carl, here." Kelly gestured to him with her hand. 
    Sharon looked at him with renewed interest and smiled. Then she spoke again 
to Kelly in what she imagined to be an undertone. "Oh right. But to be honest, 
Kelly, I didn't take much notice of his face!" Her laugh was both dirty and 
exceedingly loud. 
   "He's a friend."
   "I'm not surprised, dearie."
   "Ben was there, too." Kelly's voice was somewhat cool.
   "If we'd have known that we would have come over, wouldn't we, Roy?" He just 
nodded, poor sod. We'd obviously had a lucky escape yesterday; a naked 
Sharon was not likely to have been an edifying sight. But, clearly, our luck had 
run out today. Thank God we'd finished our coffees. We got up to leave.
   "Enjoy the rest of your holiday," I said.  And then we were off, Kelly setting the 
pace. She was already in the street and marching purposefully to the car.  
       We all cooled off in the pool on our return. Kelly and I got out first and were 
lying on adjacent sun beds drying ourselves in the warmth of the sun. She was 
lying on her side, supporting her chin in her hand telling me how embarrassed 
she'd been when Sharon was talking so loudly. We were speculating as to why 
Roy put up with her when Carl climbed out of the pool and walked over to where 
we were. He appeared not to want to say anything and just lay on his side on the 
sun bed on the other side of Kelly. She turned her head to ask him if he felt better 
for his swim before resuming her conversation with me. 
    He didn't respond in words but he ran his fingers down her spine, from the 
nape of her neck to the small of her back. He did it several times and it began to 
have an effect on her. She arched her back every time his fingers touched the 
sensitive spot at the base of her spine. And with each repetition his fingers 
travelled a little further south.  Soon they were exploring the valley between her 
cheeks, then they briefly touched her other opening and finally they were in her 
cleft. Kelly's reaction, as she felt his fingers there, was an instinctive one and she 
slid her foot back, thereby raising her knee and affording him more room in which 
to pleasure her. And pleasure her he did until she could not have been wetter. 
    He ceased fingering her and Kelly glanced over her shoulder as if in reproach. 
But he'd only stopped in order to move his sun bed closer to hers. Having noticed 
his erection she could easily guess what his intention was. It was when she had 
turned back to face me, ostensibly trying to resume our former conversation, that 
she felt his hands on her hips. He was now lying on his side, and was easing her 
bottom towards him. She was a willing partner to his sexual choreography, and 
had even raised herself slightly so as to make her entrance a bit more accessible. 
She was now at such an angle that I could no longer see her pubis and I could 
not, therefore, see his cock slide into her.  But I knew the moment it did simply by 
the look on her face. And then she had to stop talking to me because she was no 
longer able to concentrate on anything save for the wonderful sensation between 
her legs.
    But I could still talk, of course. "Does that feel good, Kelly?"
   "Yes, Ben. It does." There was a real emphasis on the last word. She was 
looking at me through heavy lidded eyes. One particularly powerful thrust caused 
her to involuntarily close them.
   "Do you love that big cock of his?"
   "Yes."
   "And do you love it when it's deep inside you?"
    She spoke very softly, "Yes, I do!" 
   "And when you're full of his spunk?"
   "Yes!"
   "Really?"
   "Yes, really, Ben. I love it!" 
   "Well don't just tell me, Kelly.  Tell him!"
    She was looking into my eyes as she spoke to him; her words interspersed 
with soft moans. "I love your cock, Carl. It's the most wonderful cock in the whole 
world. I love it when you fuck me, when you stretch me and most of all when I 
feel you're trying to split me in two. And I love it when you cum in me. I love it, 
Carl and I want to be full of it!" She really meant it, too.  
    I will never forget the way she looked at me as he continued to fuck her. At that 
moment she would have allowed him to fuck her to death, so powerful was her 
sexual excitement. She could only groan as he continued to pound into her, her 
breasts vibrating with each thrust. I moved towards her and I kissed her on her 
lips. She kissed me back with incredible passion. Carl watched us kiss and he 
increased both the power and the speed of his strokes, almost as if he were 
angry. I could feel the shock waves coursing through her body from the epicentre 
that was her vagina. Sensing that my prick was erect she placed my hand on it 
silently encouraging me to masturbate alongside her. She then began to finger 
herself and very soon she experienced a massive orgasm.  Carl gave one last 
almighty thrust and I could feel his convulsions as he ejaculated into her.  My 
own hand was busy but not for long, and so forceful was my ejaculation that 
much of my semen landed on Kelly. She kissed me intensely once more before 
pulling away to turn her head and to kiss Carl, her hand round his buttocks in a 
gesture that was more affectionate than sexual. Our passion had been fierce but 
it had also been fully satiated and it wasn't long before we were all dozing on our 
respective sun beds. 
    That evening we were all sitting down having a drink before we went out to eat. 
Kelly looked ravishing. She had her hair up in that delightful way of hers and was 
fully made up. She was wearing a green top and loose skirt that buttoned all the 
way down. She had done up enough buttons to protect her modesty, but most of 
her thighs were visible as the skirt parted when she sat down. Her nipples were 
already erect in the slightly cooler evening air. Carl raised his glass to us said 
how pleased he was that we had come out.  
    "I know we had that Saturday night together but there was no guarantee we 
would all get on here. But it has worked out really well. All the same Ben, I can't 
say I'm sorry that you're going home!"
    Kelly interjected at once. "That's not a very nice thing to say, Carl!"
   "Sorry, Ben, Don't take it the wrong way. I meant that I'm pleased I'll be able to 
have Kelly all to myself, that's all."
   "It's all right Carl. I guessed that's what you meant."
    We went back to the restaurant where we eaten the evening of our first full day 
here. The intervening ten days had gone so quickly. Much as I tried to enjoy the 
evening I was only too aware that within twenty-four hours I would be home on 
my own.  
    Kelly slept with me that night. We made love and afterwards she went to sleep 
in my arms. In the morning I was getting instructions about what to do when I got 
home but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking about our relationship. It wasn't 
that Kelly seemed less affectionate to me, on the contrary.  However there were 
worrying signs that there was more to the relationship between Kelly and Carl 
than just the obvious physical attraction. There had been occasions when there 
had seemed to be genuine tenderness between them. I thought about my 
interrogation of her the day before when she was having sex with him. She had 
answered yes to every question I had asked but, but there had been one key 
question that I didn't dare ask, namely whether she loved him. In the throes of 
her sexual passion she would have answered in the affirmative; of that, I was in 
no doubt. But I was becoming frightened that she might now say yes, even when 
she wasn't on the end of his dick. 
    I kissed her very tenderly and she asked me to make love to her. Afterwards 
we lay there for a while but unfortunately I had a plane to catch. I told her that I 
was going to miss her and she said that she'd miss me, too. It was reassuring to 
think she would miss me but somehow I had my doubts. Kelly would be alone 
with Carl for the next three days. She'd insisted that she didn't love him, that their 
relationship was purely physical and it was abundantly clear that there was a very 
strong physical element to it. Kelly was never more excited than when her fanny 
was stretched around his cock; except that it wasn't being stretched quite so 
much now, her once tight fanny was definitely looser. But I was more concerned 
about her heart and the depth of her feelings for him. Could she really be so 
intimate with him, yet still remain so detached? 
    And what about Carl? What had he once said? That she was absolutely 
gorgeous. The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt. Yet I only had myself to 
blame! I was the one that had encouraged her to be sexually adventurous and 
she had only taken me at my word. Carl had brought a new dimension to her sex 
life, literally as well as metaphorically.  And they would be alone together for three 
whole days. They would have the opportunity to do and to say all kinds of things 
to each other. Would she still want to come home to me when her holiday was at 
an end?  But what was the alternative? Asking her to come home with me now, 
assuming that a flight was available, would only postpone the inevitable. At some 
future point she would have to choose between us. It might just as well be the 
end of the week. What a fool I'd been! 
 

















Chapter 19

    We were on our way to the airport. I felt really sad and wished that I had not 
rejected Kelly's earlier offer to foreshorten her holiday in order to come back with 
me. But it was too late now. She looked absolutely lovely, too. She was wearing 
her yellow sundress and sandals of a similar colour. And it was the perfect foil to 
her deep tan. She'd also put some knickers on!  But that was because they were 
planning to go to Palma once they'd dropped me off and she was adamant that 
she would not set foot inside the cathedral without any. But I doubted they'd be 
on for long once they got back to the villa. I sat in the back of the car with her and 
we held hands all the way. We arrived at the airport all too soon and I got my 
case out of the boot. I said goodbye to Carl and shook his hand. He had the 
sensitivity to walk away when I said goodbye to Kelly. "Kelly, you know I really do 
love you, don't you?"
   "I know you do, Ben, and I love you just as much." We kissed each other.
   "You won't forget that, will you?" I shouldn't have said this because she looked 
as if she were about to cry. I had to walk away because there were tears in my 
eyes too. I had meant to say something profound, something that would make 
Kelly realise the real depth of my feelings for her and yet all that I had done was 
to give her the impression that I didn't trust her. I turned to wave goodbye only to 
see that Carl was already standing at Kelly's side. When he saw me look back he 
cupped her breast with his hand as if laying claim to her body. Kelly wanted to 
spare my feelings and I was pleased to see her push his hand away. I walked 
into the airport cursing the circumstances that had forced my early departure. I 
was depressed as my plane took off, and my depression seemed to deepen with 
every mile that separated my beautiful Kelly from me. I knew that I was really 
going to miss her during the next three days, days that to me would seem never 
ending. Kelly, on the other hand, would probably spend the whole time shagging 
and wonder where the time went! 
    I arrived home in the late evening to a dark unwelcoming house. My mind went 
back to the last time I had arrived home late, the night Kelly had met Carl. How I 
wished that I could have turned the clock back. Had I have been able to do so, I 
would have immediately entered the house and perhaps Kelly might never have 
had the opportunity to experience sex with Carl. But it was futile exercise, she 
had! I made myself a drink and went to bed. I sensed that Carl and Kelly would 
also be going to bed about now. But I made no attempt to masturbate; I could 
raise neither enthusiasm nor prick.  I just wanted Kelly to be here next to me. I did 
not want her to be in Majorca. But she would be there for three more days. I 
awoke the following morning only to realise with a sinking heart that the love of 
my life was not home.
    I went off to the meeting that had been the cause of my early departure from 
Majorca. I didn't say much at the start; my mind was a thousand miles away. In 
spirit I was once more at the villa, with Kelly. But Carl was there in body, rather 
than in spirit! And at that very moment he was probably in her body, too! 
Jealousy and anger were now the dominant emotions. Why did I have to lose 
Kelly to an arrogant self-centred bastard who had a big cock, but fuck-all else? 
And to think that Kelly had wanted to end her affair with Carl and I had been the 
one to persuade her against it. I resolved that I would never be so stupid again. If 
ever there would be a next time! The voice came into my consciousness; the 
voice of my boss. "What do you think, Ben?" 
   "Pardon." I was playing for time and desperately trying to recall what we were 
talking about.
   "I said, 'what is your opinion, Ben.'" 
   "Sorry, I missed that, Paul. I must have drifted off.  Probably the jet lag!"
    Patience was not Paul's strong point. "Ben, It's only a two hour flight for 
Heaven's sake!  No-one gets jet lag coming home from Majorca!"  Fortunately, 
that was my only lapse, and the meeting turned out to be quite successful.
    That evening when I came home I was, if anything, even more sorry for myself 
than I had been the night before. I put on an opera that seemed particularly apt, 
Act 3 of La Boheme. In music that is both beautiful, yet ineffably sad, Rodolfo and 
Mimi are parting but not before reliving their earlier happier times together. There 
were tears in my eyes as I sat listening in the empty lounge. I wondered what she 
would be doing, but just as had happened the night before, there was no sexual 
excitement to be gained from this inquisitiveness, just an aching sense of 
emptiness. And I still had forty-six hours to go.
    Good Lord! I was counting the hours until I saw her! The last time I had done 
that we had only just started going out and I had subsequently assumed that it 
was just the intensity of young love. And yet, here I was ten years later doing 
exactly the same thing!      I woke up Thursday morning. One more day to go! 
And then it was Friday morning and I was euphoric. She's coming home today! 
And finally, after the longest eighty hours of my life, it was Friday evening, and 
Kelly was standing in front of me. Carl had brought her home but he did not come 
in. She seemed very tired. We kissed hello but she appeared to be pre-occupied. 
I made us both a drink and we sat down in the kitchen. 
    She gave every appearance of being Italian, her deep tan emphasising her 
Latin features.  So I spoke to her in Italian. "I amma so 'appy to 'avva you 'ome, 
Kelly. To be sure, bejasus and begorrah." She didn't have any Irish blood, of 
course, but I was on a roll and in the mood to show-off.
   "Is that so?" She was not amused; on the contrary, she was very abrupt. My 
mood instantly changed. Relief and happiness were promptly replaced by 
anxiety, an anxiety bordering on fear.
   "What's wrong?" The tension in my voice was obvious. I was trying to swallow 
but my mouth had gone dry. There was a huge knot in my stomach.
   "Nothing really. I just think we should consider a separation, that's all!" It was a 
devastating blow to hear Kelly confirming my worst fears.
   "Why?" I could hardly get the word out.
   "Why? You're asking me why!" There was an incredulous tone to her voice.
    I had my head in my hands. "No, Kelly, no!  We don't have to separate. I love 
you, Kelly! You must know that I love you." I was desperately trying not to break 
down. 
   "You love me, Ben, do you? So why do you encourage me to fuck Carl all the 
time?" The emphasis on the word 'fuck' could not have been stronger. She was 
really putting the knife in. And then she twisted it!  "But at least he does want to 
fuck me, and not just watch someone else doing it!"
    Her remark was mortifying but it was no more than I deserved. I chose to 
ignore it. "Is it Carl? Are you in love with him?"
   "I might have been, Ben. I was certainly very fond of him." There was a 
momentary wistful look and then her demeanour altered, as if she had made up 
her mind about something, which indeed, she had. "I'm sorry, Ben, I shouldn't 
have mentioned it tonight. I should have waited till the morning. But I don't want 
to discuss it any more tonight because I am absolutely shattered. I'm going to 
have a relaxing bath and then I'm going straight to bed!"  Almost as if it was an 
afterthought, but in fact it was deliberate, she added, "on my own!  I'll sleep in the 
spare room and I don't want to be disturbed. I want time to think." And with a 
cursory 'goodnight', she went upstairs.
    I heard her running her bath. I should have gone upstairs to try to reason with 
her but I think I must have been in shock. I fetched myself a stiff drink, went into 
the study and sat down on the sofa. I just sat there, and stared at the wall in a 
daze for God knows how long. My fears had been justified then. God, what a 
stupid prat I'd been. How could this all have gone so wrong? Why did I let it 
happen? Kelly was everything I had ever wanted. Once she had been quite 
innocent, but I had corrupted her. Once she had been sexually content with me, 
but she could never be so again. She'd wanted us to separate and I would have 
to live without her. And then I found myself sobbing. I put my hands to my mouth 
so that Kelly wouldn't hear me.
    I suddenly felt her hands on my head. I opened my eyes and Kelly was 
standing in front of me wearing a long white tee shirt. She'd had second thoughts 
whilst she was soaking in the bath and had decided we ought to talk things over 
that evening, rather than the following morning. She was crying too. We looked at 
each other. "Kelly", I said, "I'm sorry, I really am. I love you more than you can 
ever know. Please don't leave me." I couldn't say any more because of my tears. 
She pulled me towards her and my cheek was pressed against her soft rounded 
stomach. The salt was stinging my eyes and I wiped them with the end of her t-
shirt. She had nothing on under it but that was the last thing on my mind.  
    "Ben," I heard her say, "How do you think I felt when you kept pushing me 
towards Carl, when you actually said you preferred me to have sex with him 
instead of you? And when I offered to come home with you for your meeting and 
you said I shouldn't bother?"  
    "I'd just assumed that you'd be enjoying yourself so much with him, you 
wouldn't really have wanted to come home." 
   "Of course, I enjoyed the physical side - what girl wouldn't? But it's not 
everything. I told you that in the car. I would happily have come home early with 
you, Ben, honestly." 
   "But you seemed so affectionate to him" I said. 
   "What are you saying, Ben?  That it was okay for Carl and me to shag each 
other stupid, provided that at other times we only shook hands!" I had to smile at 
the patent absurdity of the idea. "Anyway, Ben, you have to understand. You 
can't have sex with someone all the time and not get emotionally involved. I 
thought I could but..." She paused, and made an effort to compose herself. "Look, 
I admit that I started it, but don't forget I was also the one who was prepared to 
end it. And you didn't just talk me out of it, Ben, you gave me the distinct 
impression that you wanted it to continue!" With that she sat down on the sofa.   
   "It was because it was a real life fantasy, Kelly. I knew we both enjoyed 
fantasies. I thought a real life one would be even better, that's all."  
   "Yes, I do enjoy fantasies, Ben, and do you know why?  I'll tell you. It's because 
no one ever gets hurt in fantasies. No one feels degraded in fantasies. No one 
ever regrets what they've done. But reality is very different. In real life people do 
get hurt, people do have regrets."
    I looked into her eyes. "I never ever meant to hurt you, Kelly."
   "It's not just you, Ben.  
   "What are you trying to tell me?"  
    She took a deep breath. "I was infatuated by him, Ben. I might even have been 
in love with him for a while. But it's over between us and I'm never going to see 
him again." She dissolved in tears. I got up to fetch some tissues.
   "Do you want to tell me about it, Kelly?"  
    She wiped her eyes before she answered me. "Do you remember what I told 
you when I came back from Paris, that there were times when I'd do anything 
Carl wanted. Well after you'd gone home, he told me wanted a video of us 
together. He said we were so good we should have a record of it. He also said 
that you might like it too. He assured me it would be private."
   "Go on."
   "So I agreed to it. What he didn't tell me was that he would get Jeff to make the 
video! When he turned up I was furious and ready to walk out. He pleaded with 
me to go through with it saying that someone had to operate the video camera, 
something to do with angles and zooming and other stuff I can't remember. He 
reminded me that Jeff had already seen me virtually naked anyway, and asked 
me why I should be so concerned.  I know I shouldn't have agreed to it, but I did." 
She began to cry again.
    I was totally unprepared for this and I wasn't very tactful. Fuck me, she didn't 
even like the man!  "Kelly," I asked,  "how could you have done it in front of Jeff? I 
presume we are talking about the same Jeff who, if my memory serves me 
correct, gives you the creeps?" She was now in floods of tears, sobbing her heart 
out. I pulled out some more tissues from the box and gave them to her. She 
wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
   "Because I'm a tart, that's why! Carl thinks I am and from your question it is 
clear that you do too. Well at least the three of us can all agree about that!"
   "Kelly, what are you talking about? I don't think you're a tart. The definition of a 
tart is a prostitute, or a promiscuous woman. Someone indulging in casual sex.  
Look it up for yourself. You went with Carl because you wanted to. There are 
probably thousands of women who would like to do what you did, but they're 
conditioned to think that if they were to do the same, they'd be tarts. I was just 
surprised, that's all."
   "Well, Carl thinks I'm a tart. And how do I know? Because he promised me to 
Jeff, that's how.  I flew off the handle at him, demanding to know what gave him 
the right to make such decisions about me. It was my body and I would decide 
whom I offered it to, not him. How dare he assume that I would consent to it? He 
asked me why I had suddenly become so coy and the implication was obvious. I 
told him he had made it perfectly clear what he really thought about me." She 
looked at me, her chest heaving in her anger. 
   "And then what happened?" 
   "He immediately apologised but I can't forgive him." She continued dabbing her 
eyes with a tissue. 
    I tried to change the subject. "What about the video, Kelly, where is it?"
   "Oh I don't know, Ben. Carl's got it. What does it matter, anyway?"
    She was right about the video. That didn't matter, but something else did, and 
it mattered very much indeed. "So it is over between the two of you?"
   "He used me, Ben. He won't be using me again. I'm not going to see him 
anymore and I've told him so." 
    My own conscience was not that clear. I had used her too!  "Kelly, you must 
understand that Carl sees all women in the same way. They are a challenge and 
the attraction for him is in the chase, if you like. Once he's get what he wants, 
once he knows that you care for him, he loses interest. He wanted a video of the 
two of you together. Maybe he likes to have a record of his conquests. Maybe 
your agreeing to it makes him feel he has control over you. Promising Jeff that he 
could have you was a further manifestation of his control. He can now move on to 
his next challenge. That's why he's never had a long-term relationship. And that's 
probably why he'll never have one in the future. But Kelly, he doesn't matter any 
more. You do! I don't care what you've done. I adore you, Kelly. I know I can't 
compete with Carl in some respects, but he could never have loved you the way I 
do. And I know I'll never stop loving you. But if you don't love me anymore ... " I 
was too choked to complete the sentence.
    I started her off again. "Oh Ben, I don't want to leave you. I love you. I've loved 
you ever since you were a little boy. I don't love Carl. I might have done once but 
I don't love him now. Carl has a big cock, but that's all he has got. I know you feel 
inferior because you're not as big as him, but believe me, you are a much bigger 
man. You have qualities that Carl will never have. But you don't realise it. You 
are a much nicer, more caring person. And you make me laugh."  She recognised 
that her tears contradicted the last remark and she added, "usually." 
    She loved me! She loved me! I kissed her and put my arms round her cuddling 
her as tightly as I could. And as we kissed our tears mingled. We went to bed and 
I continued to hold her tightly in my arms. I said, "It will only be the two of us in 
future, Kelly, I swear." I have never been more serious in my life. 
   "I hope so, Ben."
    She fell asleep in my arms but I stayed awake. I thought about how close I had 
come to losing her. How could I have been so stupid? But it had also made me 
realise how much I loved her and how lucky I was that she still felt the same 
about me.
    Carl phoned the following day. Kelly reiterated what she had said before.  He 
was half expecting her decision anyway. Two months later, he'd moved to 
California. And at this point I should have been able to write that we lived happily 
ever after. But there was still a surprise in store.























Chapter 20

     Things were gradually returning to normal. Kelly had got over Carl it seemed, 
but there were a few tears when she heard that he had gone to California. 
Outwardly, at least, she radiated the warmth and general happiness that was 
such an integral part of her attraction. All in all, things were going well. We were 
even in preliminary discussions about adopting a child.
   One Saturday morning there was a knock at the door. It was the postman and 
he had a parcel for me that required my signature on delivery. It was postmarked 
Los Angeles but I did not recognise the name or address on the back. I opened it 
and saw that it was a videocassette, entitled 'Majorcan Pleasures'. There was a 
note enclosed. It was from Carl! I thanked my lucky stars that Kelly was out. She 
had left quite early to go shopping in the West End. I picked up the note to read 
it. There was no address shown.

        'Dear Ben,
        I thought you might like this souvenir of Majorca. 
        I hope it brings back happy memories. You might be interested to know
        that this video is selling very well here. Some punters have even told me
        that Kelly's the hottest thing they've ever seen; not only can she fuck on
        camera, but she can also act. I told them she wasn't acting at all. This is a
        tart who REALLY loves to fuck! Who REALLY adores big cocks! 
        Mind you, who can blame her?  She's not getting enough at home, is she?
        Best Wishes
        Carl.
        ps  Jeff asked me to pass on his regards to Kelly.' 
   
    What a bastard he was! I tore the note up and put it straight into the dustbin, 
rearranging other rubbish on top of the pieces of paper. I should have destroyed 
the video too, but my curiosity got the better of me. I made myself a coffee and 
went into the study to watch it. 
    It began with a picture of Carl's villa in Majorca and then the title 'Majorcan 
Pleasures' appeared. There were a couple of credits and the film started.  The 
camera panned out from the villa and the distant hills came into sharp focus. It 
was evident that Jeff knew how to use a video camera; the picture quality was 
excellent. The villa was again in shot and then there was a view of the swimming 
pool. The water was sparkling as myriad tiny wavelets momentarily reflected the 
rays of the sun. The camera then focussed on the empty terrace. But it wasn't 
empty for long. 
    A girl came into shot, walking away from the camera and towards the pool. 
There could be no doubt. It was Kelly and she was naked apart from her high 
heels. The cheeks of her firm round backside were undulating in that familiar way 
of hers. She stood at the edge of the pool, slipped off her heels and gracefully 
dived in. She swam to the end and back and then climbed out using the steps. As 
she shook the water from her hair, the camera zoomed in on her breasts and the 
pinpoint sharp image showed the beads of water on them, the goose pimples and 
her fully erect nipples. The shot zoomed out as she walked towards the camera 
and it was her breasts gently swaying that caught the attention. God, she looked 
divine! She then lay on a sun bed, her legs slightly open. The cameraman now 
focussed on her triangle, except that it was heart shaped once more, and she 
had again removed the hair from the sides of her labia. Then the shot changed to 
a wide angle and the camera panned round.
   A man was walking towards her. It was Carl. He too was naked and his tanned 
muscular body seemed to be gleaming. With each step his long, thick but still 
flaccid penis swung from side to side. He moved next to Kelly's sun bed and 
stood there. As she looked up at him, the camera zoomed in so that only her face 
and Carl's penis were in view. You could see the sexual hunger in her eyes. In 
full shot again Carl squatted down and kissed Kelly on her lips. Then he was 
kissing her shoulders, her hands, her breasts, and he continued down to her 
stomach. He then began to kiss the outside of her thigh before he gently raised 
her leg and ducked under it. Starting at the inside of her knee he was able to 
trawl his tongue up her inner thigh and on to her groin. She instinctively opened 
her legs wider as Carl reached her vagina. Using both hands he pulled the pink 
full labia lips apart. Her inner flesh was already glistening with her secretions as 
his tongue delved down into her wetness. Then he began to lap the full length of 
her cleft, paying special attention to her clitoris. The camera was now on Kelly's 
face. She cried out as she climaxed and it was her body convulsing that filled the 
screen.
    Carl now extricated himself and again stood over Kelly. His prick hung down 
over her face. Kelly just looked up at Carl and opened her mouth. He immediately 
lowered his cock into it. Without taking her eyes from his, she started to suck the 
end of it, simultaneously stroking that part of his shaft that she could not 
encompass in her mouth.  He could not fail to respond to such loving attention 
and soon he was totally erect.  His heavy testicles were now receiving her oral 
caresses and I watched as she took first the one and then the other into her 
mouth. She carried on in this way for some little while and would have carried on 
even longer but Carl now wanted to fuck her. He took a spare sun bed cushion 
and laid down on his back, his massive cock proudly erect. Kelly knelt down on 
all fours, and positioned herself so that her opening was directly above it. Then 
she lowered herself on to it, and it disappeared into her in one smooth motion. 
They kissed, a frantic almost violent kiss, with tongues and lips mashing together.
    She began to ride up and down on Carl's fierce erection. Whatever else Jeff 
may have been, there was no doubting his consummate professionalism when 
he was behind a video camera. This time there was a close up shot and the 
screen was filled with the sight of Carl's cock, sheathed in Kelly's soft vagina.  He 
was thrusting upwards to meet her downward movements and it was clear that 
he was nearing his climax. There was one more powerful attempt to spear her 
and his body went rigid. His backside was off the ground as he started to pump 
his sperm into her. And as he continued to ejaculate, his fingers were digging into 
her buttocks, pulling her onto him as if he wanted to fuse their genitals into one 
orgasmic entity. As his emissions grew weaker, so did the pressure of his fingers, 
until he was only resting his hands on her soft roundness. Then, when she was 
certain that he had finished, she lifted herself off his cock until only his crown was 
still in her. She began to inch herself forward whilst still maintaining contact with 
it.
    With a start I realised what she was planning to do; she was intending to squat 
over his face. She reached the point of no return and his glistening cock slipped 
out of her and flopped onto his stomach. A thick globule of semen fell out of the 
dark hole that led to her core. She quickly moved forwards and I watched with 
bated breath as she lowered herself on to his mouth. And then his tongue was in 
her opening, seeking out his own juices. The camera zoomed in even closer. 
Another globule of milky white sperm appeared, and he licked it up with the tip of 
his tongue before transferring it to his mouth. This went on for some while. At one 
point Kelly gently squeezed her labia with her fingers and forced some more out. 
Carl immediately put his mouth to her and I could even hear the sound of him 
sucking it up. I had hoped that I had learnt my lesson, that I would have been 
able to watch this video without getting an erection, but I couldn't help it. I had an 
almighty hard-on!
     A little while later, Kelly lifted herself off his face and looked at him. He had 
managed to swallow most what she had returned to him but there was some on 
his chin. She licked him clean and then she kissed him, her hands holding his 
face with real tenderness. There was more intimacy implicit in this one kiss than 
in anything that had gone before. I rewound the videotape and replayed their 
kiss. No, I was not mistaken, although I fervently hoped that I had been. It was 
patently obvious that she was in love with Carl. Maybe it had lasted only until 
she'd found out that he'd promised her to Jeff, but she had been in love with him 
when they made the video. I felt real heartache as I watched my wife and the 
man who had, albeit briefly, supplanted me in her affections. And what had he 
called her, a tart! He was just too fucking stupid to realise that Kelly had agreed 
to be videoed with him for love, not because she was a tart!






















Chapter 21

    The next scene threw me for a while. The camera angle was static and the 
images did not have that nth degree of sharpness that had characterised the 
previous scene. And then I realised Kelly was unaware she was being filmed. 
She was sitting at the table on the terrace with Carl. They were talking.
   "So, Kelly, the end of our holiday. There'll be no more bonking in the sun for a 
while.  And you'll be home with Ben tonight, unless you've changed your mind, 
that is."
   "No I haven't changed my mind, Carl. Not after yesterday. I still don't know how 
you could do it." She turned to look at him and I could see that she had been 
crying. 
   "Look, Kelly, it was no big deal, you know." 
   "Obviously not, as far as you're concerned Carl, but it is for me. I didn't want to 
be videoed in the first place. And as for Jeff doing the filming... by the way, 
where is he?"
   "He went out this morning. He won't be back for some time yet. Look, we spent 
long enough yesterday discussing why he was necessary. I don't really want to 
go over it all again. There is no point shooting a video and then not being able to 
watch it. Incidentally I have seen some of it. You are terrific. Jeff said that it was 
one of the best shoots he's ever done."
   "He's done this before? So how many other women have you been filmed 
with?" The shock in her voice was genuine.
   "Only one, I promise. She was American. She knew Jeff and that's how I met 
him. She was the one who wanted to be filmed, honestly. I was flattered so I went 
along with it. Now Jeff does a lot of this sort of thing and he told me that I could 
walk into the porn business.  He also told me you are outstanding and I believe 
him. I'm serious, Kelly, the two of us would make a great team.  Don't go back to 
him; come with me to the States. We could do really well together."
    Kelly could not believe her ears. "You are saying that you want me to come 
with you to America so that we can make blue films? Is that right?" He nodded. 
"And people say that romance is dead!" It was a flippant remark but there was 
real bitterness in her voice. She looked at him again and then she was looking 
over his shoulder straight at the camera. "What the hell's going on, Carl? You're 
not filming me, are you? Turn it off. Turn it off, now!"  She was really angry.
   "It's not on, Kelly. I don't know what sort of bastard you take me for but even I 
wouldn't do something like that, I swear. The red light is flashing because Jeff is 
recharging the battery, that's all. There's only one video of you, and that was the 
one we did yesterday. I'll let you have it as soon as we've finished the editing. I'm 
sure Ben will be pleased to watch it even if you don't want to."   
   "I don't want the damned video. It will remind me of something I am trying to 
forget."  
   "I didn't say you had to fuck him, did I?"
   "No, but how could you even suggest it."
   "Where's the harm? He's filming you on the job for Christ's sake! I mean you're 
not exactly an innocent virgin are you? And what's the difference between Ben 
letting me fuck you and me letting Jeff do the same?"
   "All the difference in the world! It was my decision to have sex with you, Carl, 
not Ben's. Mind you, knowing what I now know, I wouldn't say it was one of my 
better decisions. And likewise, if I fuck Jeff, then that will also be my decision. I 
won't, of course, because I don't even like the man."
   "So you think you made the wrong decision about me, do you?" And then he 
laughed.
   "What's so funny? I don't see anything to laugh about." 
   "It's us two. How can we argue when we're naked? I'm getting a hard-on, too. 
How can I argue sporting an erection? Look I'm sorry that I said Jeff could fuck 
you. Honestly, I'm sorry. Now we can end the holiday on an argument or we can 
have one more bonk before we go. It's your choice, Kelly."
   "There is a joke about that and the punch line makes reference to a silver 
tongued bastard. It's quite apt for you really, especially the bastard  ..." She didn't 
finish the sentence. He was kissing her and I could see her hand instinctively 
reaching down to grasp his cock.
   They came up for air. "I want you to suck me, Kelly."  She immediately bent her 
head down but Carl stopped her. "No, I'll sit on the edge of the table. It'll be more 
comfortable for you." (It also meant a better shot for the video; now there's a 
surprise!) I watched Kelly's head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. 
Then they changed places. She had her legs over his shoulders as he lapped at 
her hot wet open fanny. Because of the static camera angle her face was in 
profile but I could tell she was very close to a climax. He stopped licking her.
    "Do you want me to fuck you?"
   "Yes, Carl. I do. I want it now." God, she sounded desperate for it.
   "All in good time, Kelly." And then he was beckoning to someone. Jeff suddenly 
appeared! He was naked. "Well, Kelly, what a coincidence! We were only talking 
about Jeff a moment ago and guess what? He's here." I heard a strangled, "No!" 
and then I saw Carl grab hold of her legs and bury his face in her vagina. She 
was kicking backwards with her heels but it was obvious that her resistance was 
weakening as his tongue was again working its magic on her clitoris. Soon she 
stopped struggling altogether. Carl broke off once more to speak to her. "Kelly, 
this is your lucky day. Jeff here is prepared to fuck you, but you'll have to ask him 
nicely. You know you will ask him because you will do anything I want as long as 
I lick that clitoris of yours, won't you?" Jeff was standing close by, watching her 
intensely and slowly stroking his erection.
   "Yes."
   "Just for the record, Kelly, are you here under duress?"
   "No."
   "Are you free to go if you want to?"
   "Yes."
   "Do you want to go?"
   "No."
   "Why is that, Kelly? Is it because you are a tart?"
   "Yes."    
    "Say it again. Tell Jeff and me that you're a tart. We want to hear it straight 
from the horse's mouth." 
    Jeff butted in. Gone was any attempt at charm, however superficial. His 
misogyny was evident in his coarseness. "Don't you mean the whore's mouth?"  
    Kelly's voice was flat, her spirit broken. "I'm a tart." 
   "And are you going to ask Jeff to fuck you?"
   "Yes." She looked at him, at his paunch, at his flabby backside and at his thin 
erection, which he was still stroking. He was nothing to write home about that's 
for sure. But she knew Carl's assessment of her was spot on. "Fuck me, Jeff." 
   "I didn't hear you say, 'please'." It was Jeff. The sheer arrogance of the man! 
What the hell did he have to be so arrogant about, anyway? The fat fucker! It 
was, alas, a description that was soon to prove to be only too apposite! 
   "Please." 
    Carl had already moved the seat out of the way so Jeff only had to stand 
between her open legs. He pushed himself into my wife and began to shaft her. 
The man who gave my wife the creeps was now giving her something else. And it 
certainly wasn't a good time! Meanwhile Carl was standing on the other side of 
the table, feeding his dick to Kelly's open mouth.
   "Jesus, Carl," he said, "She's a bit on the loose side, isn't she? How many more 
women are you going to spoil for me?" 
   "Let's change places then, Jeff." No sooner said than done! Carl's cock 
immediately replaced Jeff's, but unlike Jeff, he was also using his thumb to 
stimulate her clitoris as he fucked her. As always, this quickly brought her to the 
very brink of an orgasm. And Kelly's inhibitions were rapidly diminishing, in 
inverse proportion to her sexual arousal. Jeff was now standing by her head and 
there was only a half-hearted attempt to turn away as he thrust his erection in her 
face. Whatever feeble resistance there had been, dissipated the moment she felt 
his sticky crown on her lips. No effort was required on his part to slide it into her 
mouth. She grasped his shaft, perhaps in an effort to ensure he could not push 
the whole length down her throat, and then she began to masturbate him. And 
despite her adverse opinion of him, there was no indication whatsoever that she 
was doing this with any reluctance. She sucked him and continued to do so until 
he started to cum. It was only then that she released him. 
    He must have been incredibly aroused because he seemed to go on and on. I 
watched great wads of his sperm spattering her face and her hair. One 
particularly large strand hit her eyelid and she had to wipe it away with her 
forefinger. And then it was Carl's turn. He pulled out of her vagina, walked round 
the table and positioned himself so that his cock was only inches from Kelly's 
face. He was masturbating furiously. The camera angle had changed too! It was 
obvious when I thought about it later. Jeff, having ejaculated, was now operating 
the video camera once more.  And then Carl's spunk exploded on to her. When 
he had finished Jeff zoomed in to her face. She had semen everywhere, on her 
forehead, on her cheeks, on her nose, on her chin; she even had it on her teeth! 
   "Smile, Kelly," I heard Carl say, "You're on Candid Camera!" But my beautiful 
wife wasn't smiling. On the contrary, she was weeping. And she wasn't the only 
one. I switched off the video and wiped my eyes.
    Of course! It was all so obvious in retrospect, why he had bought the villa and 
why it was so secluded. It was a perfect location for filming. That explained Jeff. 
That explained the Californian connection. I tried to collect my thoughts. One 
thing was certain. Kelly must never know about the video. I remembered her 
demeanour when she'd arrived home from Majorca. No wonder she was 
unhappy. Carl and Jeff had creamed on her that very morning! And she'd said 
something about... now, what was it? Yes I remember. 'No one felt degraded in 
fantasies.' She'd obviously felt terribly humiliated. And in an effort to make her 
understand that she was not a tart I had depicted a pattern of behaviour, the very 
pattern that she had just exhibited on the video! But I could not blame her for it; it 
was all my fault and there was no denying it. 
    That was a year ago. We have moved on a long way since then. Our adopted 
daughter, Petra, has given us more joy than we could ever have imagined and 
Kelly and I have never been happier. I love Kelly so much that it is hard to put 
into words. And I honestly believe that she loves me in return. I am so lucky to 
have her for my wife. But now I tell other people, before they tell me! And our sex 
life is fantastic too, so good in fact that my collection of porn videos is superfluous 
and is gathering dust in the loft. However there is one video that I do watch from 
time to time. It seems to exert a malign influence over me and I find myself drawn 
to it. I think of it as my secret video, a secret shared only by me, by Carl, by Jeff 
and by a few hundred other men!  When I watch it, I imagine that I am married to 
a porn star and it never fails to get me going. 
    As for Carl I have had no further communication from him and I hope it stays 
that way.  Our circle of friends has increased significantly since we adopted 
Petra. Do any of them watch videos? Who knows? But of those that do, what are 
the chances of any of them seeing Kelly's video? Surely the odds must be a 
million to one, at least. But if someone of our acquaintance had seen it, how 
would I ever know?  Would you tell your friend that you'd seen his wife in a porn 
movie? 












Epilogue

    Dave read the last page. He had been quite affected by it all. He had been 
sexually aroused for sure but he had also smiled and even felt a degree of 
sadness at times. He was sure that it was a true story, not least because of the 
accompanying videocassette. He turned it over in his hand and inwardly smiled 
when he reread the title, 'Majorcan Pleasures'.  There he'd been, thinking that it 
was merely a video guidebook for holidaymakers!  He had half a mind to take it 
home and look at it. He could return it in the morning when he came back to 
finish the work on the house. He decided against this course of action for three 
reasons. Firstly, it was totally unethical to take an item from someone's house, 
even if there was every intention to return it. Secondly, he had already formed a 
picture of Kelly in his mind. He didn't need to know what she looked like. She was 
certainly quite a girl, of that he was certain. The third reason was the most 
compelling. He did not have a videocassette recorder! They had been 
superseded in much the same way as turntables and vinyl records had 
previously. Now it was all DVDs and films down the telephone wire. Nothing was 
released on videotape anymore and he did not know anyone who still possessed 
a machine.
    The wet pages had dried out, as had the envelope. He put the papers and the 
videocassette back into it and placed the whole package in the lighter of the two 
wooden boxes. He completed the rest his work that day on autopilot, he could not 
seem to get this Kelly out of his mind.  
    Two days later Dave was in the office preparing for his next job. Jim Brown, 
the owner of the company walked up to him. He was holding a letter and smiling. 
   "Morning, Dave! You remember that job you did for Mrs Mayhew. Well she has 
written to me. For some reason she is very complimentary about you. It looks as 
if you've really scored with her. And she's a widow, too. I reckon you could be 
well in there, my son!" He winked at him.
   "Oh come on, Jim," Dave replied. "Have you seen her? I know she is a nice 
lady, but she is at least seventy if she is a day! She's as old as my grandmother!"
   "So you don't want to read her letter?" Jim went to walk away.
   "Oh give it here then." 
   "What about your manners!" Jim was still smiling.
   "Would you please let me read the letter from Mrs Mayhew. I would be most 
grateful." 
   "Oh, you want to read it, Dave. Why didn't you say?"
    Jim handed over the letter with an exaggerated gesture. Dave accepted it with 
a theatrical bow. The first thing he noticed was the very neat handwriting.
        'Dear Mr Brown
        Just a short note to say how impressed I am with your company, and in 
particular
        with Mr Dave Parker. He was the model of tidiness and was very 
conscientious.
        He was also very reliable and is indeed a credit to your organisation. 
        I would be happy to recommend your company to anyone.'  
    It wasn't so much the letter that surprised him. Brown & Co had received such 
letters before. It was the signature at the end of the letter. She had signed it  
'Kelly Mayhew'.  
                    					
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