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A Wife in Venice California  Part One

Written by AnnabelleandJay

1
As the huge door of the moving van slammed closed, the sound of the empty truck 
boomed through the wealthy suburban neighborhood in Venice California. Randy 
Watson smiled in contentment at the fact that all of their household belongings had 
arrived safely. The move into their new house was now complete. He had decided to take 
the huge step and make the move from their Midwest home and start up a new business 
in California. His wife, Suzanne, had reluctantly gone along with his choice.

"It's where the business is, babe" he told her, as she tried to explain to him the huge costs 
of moving, housing and living in coastal California. During their seven years of marriage, 
Suzanne had always been the pragmatist, the voice of reason between the two of them. 
And her reason and restraint had served Randy well in life and in business. Suzanne had 
helped his small electronics business grow and prosper. She had always been there to 
throw parties for the prospective clients and single-handedly she created the company's 
entire client base. So Randy could understand why she got upset when he had decided to 
sell everything and relocate to California without even asking her. But he couldn't 
understand why she went so crazy when he told her about the house he'd just purchased. 
Never mind that he hadn't consulted her about it, never mind that he hadn't taken her 
around to look at homes and let her be a part of the decision. What she really went crazy 
about was the price of the house he'd chosen. 

Randy had used all of the monies from the sale of the business, the sale of their previous 
house and the sale of Suzanne's car to put down on this house. But as the moving van 
pulled away, Randy knew it was the right decision. If he was going to do business with 
the kind of clients he wanted to attract, he had to be able to entertain in style. And this 
house would allow him to do it. It was a white stucco palace, a mix of old Mexican tiles 
and arches and a touch of contemporary California. The pool, spa, and spacious flagstone 
desk was just what he needed to seal those big deals which would soon come rolling his 
way.

Randy could feel his heart racing from the excitement of what lay ahead. Next week, he 
decided, he would visit the banks, secure several business loans and would soon be 
wealthy and successful. He had every confidence that he would make it happen. And he 
would certainly scope out the local gyms and see which one he should join.

"How about a little run," he thought to himself. Well, why not, he thought. He could do 
with a good run right now.  At thirty, Randy was in great shape.  He enjoyed the demands 
he put on his body in a great run or in the weight room. He thrilled at the rush of pushing 
his body to the edge, and enjoyed being well toned and in great shape. He took pride in 
his appearance and rarely missed his daily workout, to the point that Suzanne called him 
compulsive about it. But Randy knew that she really loved being married to an attractive 
hunk, even though she would never admit it.  He knew how women felt about him. They 
had always fallen all over themselves to be with him.  And his wife Suzanne was no 
exception.

His frequent indiscretions, including one with a former secretary, Denise, were behind 
him now. His cheating with Denise had gone on for the last three years. Suzanne didn't 
know about it, or any of his other affairs, for that matter.  She certainly had no reason to 
even suspect. He felt rather smug about his skills of cheating on Suzanne. But he did 
make one mistake. His biggest mistake was in telling Denise about all of his other 
indiscretions. She was the only one who knew about all of the cheating he had done.

So, in many respects, the move allowed him to start afresh. Denise had turned into a big 
problem. She had once threatened to tell Suzanne about his cheating and ruined him. Sure 
Denise had a great body and big tits, with those great tall blonde Nordic features. She had 
a gorgeous face, and best of all, she looked a little cheap, a little sluttish. That's what had 
really turned Randy on about her. It was her cheapness. But all of that was past and over 
now. He was living the California lifestyle in a beautiful home, with a loving wife, and 
soon his business would be up and humming again. He hustled into the house, found 
some running shorts and took off for a brisk jog through the wealthy neighborhood 
streets.

2
Suzanne Watson fumed as she rummaged through the packing boxes in the bedroom and 
sorted her clothes into the empty dresser drawers. Randy had gone running when he 
should have been here helping her unpack. There was so much to do that she didn't even 
know where to start. So she just began pulling boxes open and sorting out her own 
clothes. Randy could live out of boxes until he pitched in and helped, she thought to 
herself. 

Suzanne was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of tattered cutoffs, as she plowed through 
the mess, her long brown hair fixed in two pigtails to keep it out of her face. At thirty, she 
felt that she was attractive enough, but she knew that she certainly didn't see herself as 
beautiful. Randy was the beautiful one of the two of them, she had often said to herself. 
There was no debating that. She was just content to be in the background and keep 
everything together. 

While she felt she had a good body, it certainly didn't compare in sexual appeal to the 
rippled, sculpted physique of her husband. In a way, Suzanne felt both proud and lucky to 
be married to such an attractive man. A couple of years ago she had jumped into the gym 
scene, toned her body and converted herself to a "real knockout," as one of the men at the 
company had called her. She knew she had great legs, pretty good boobs and an attractive 
face, but Randy didn't appear to be thrilled by the new her. If anything, she thought, he 
actually had become jealous that others were talking about how attractive she was. The 
complements were not always about him and his tanned and ripped body. So she gave it 
up, stuck her aerobics and yoga, and felt pretty good about the shape she was in. She 
would go out jogging with Randy, but he always tried to turn it into a competition, so she 
just ran alone these days. 

Their sex life was just as erratic. Randy had been particularly inattentive in the last three 
years, but she knew that his mind was on the new business and on keeping himself in 
shape. But as she unpacked, Suzanne felt more that a little uneasy with the giant leap that 
they had just made. Would he neglect her even more now that they were starting up a 
new business again?

She couldn't help but feel that Randy had, for the first time, really bitten off far more 
than he could chew with this move.  And that she would be the one to suffer. She really 
loved Randy, but sometimes he was like a child, shirking his responsibilities and going 
off to do whatever felt good to him at the time. Like selling the business and moving out 
here with little thought and absolutely no consideration of her feelings. Or something 
impulsive and childish like buying this huge house  a house they couldn't afford in their 
wildest dreams. He swore to her that he could get the business started up out here. He 
had, after all, done it before, but with a lot of help from her. But now he went out and 
bought this huge house, just when she wanted to start a family and create some stability 
in their lives. It was just beyond belief. And what was he doing now? Off running his 
energy out somewhere, when it would be best spent here with her and the unpacking.

Suzanne jumped when a loud voice behind her startled her, catching her totally off guard.

"Honey, come here! I want you to meet some great folks I just bumped into while I was 
running. They're our neighbors," Randy said loudly, as he gasped to catch his breath, 
shirtless and sweating from his run.

"Oh, great!" Suzanne thought angrily. "I look like shit and he's introducing me to the 
neighbors."

"Sweetie, I want you to meet Arlene and Phil," Randy said.

Suzanne stepped through the packing debris and over to meet the couple just walking 
through the bedroom door.

"Sorry about the mess," Suzanne said, apologizing and offering her hand first to Arlene 
and then to Phil. "I'm Suzanne."

"We didn't mean to interrupt. We know what a pain in the ass unpacking can be," Arlene 
said smiling.  "Listen, we really don't want to intrude, but why don't you knock off for 
the night, and come over to our place. We'll throw a little something on the grill. You 
certainly don't want to cook tonight. Besides, let us welcome you to the neighborhood. 
We'll break out a little champagne and celebrate your moving in."

"You've got a deal. Just let us shower and we'll be right over," Suzanne said smiling, so 
relieved that their neighbors were about their same age, and thank God, normal.

In fact, they were downright attractive, Suzanne thought. Arlene was certainly a looker, 
Suzanne said to herself, as she looked over at her neighbor.  About the same height and 
weight as Suzanne, 5 foot seven and 120 pounds, Arlene was a striking red head with a 
short bob cut. Suzanne guessed that Arlene was a little bustier than she was, but couldn't 
be sure. It could just have been the little dress Arlene was wearing. But there was no 
doubt that Phil was a very attractive guy with bright, dark eyes and dark hair. And they 
couldn't have been any older than she and Randy. So it was a happy Suzanne that 
shouted after their retreating neighbors, "Just give us 30 minutes!"

After a quick shower, Suzanne threw on a little knit dress and since she couldn't find a 
bra that went with the open back of the dress, decided to go braless. What the hell, she 
thought, they're just our neighbors and my boobs are okay, as she pulled on the stretchy 
knit fabric over her head. 

"Damn, we don't even have a mirror," she said aloud.

Sticking his head around the corner, Randy said, "Baby, you're beautiful. Now let's go!"

Within minutes they were sitting by the neighbor's pool, a glass of champagne in hand, 
toasting their arrival. Soon, the grill was blazing and a second bottle of champagne was 
opened.  

Suzanne and Arlene were now laughing and chatting and the more she talked the more 
Suzanne realized that Arlene would prove a good friend as she and Randy tried to start a 
new life out her. And she had been right on with her guess that Arlene was "stacked" as 
Randy would say. Suzanne was a solid B cup, good and firm, she felt, but still a B cup. 
Arlene, on the other hand, was at least a C or perhaps a D cup. Suzanne had no doubts, as 
Arlene stood next to her in a low cut top and short skirt. No, there was no doubt about it, 
Suzanne thought, Arlene was beautiful. 

And Arlene's attributes certainly didn't go unnoticed by Randy. Every time she looked at 
her husband, Suzanne would catch him staring at Arlene's cleavage, or gawking at her 
legs. At one point, upon returning from the kitchen, she even noticed Randy with his 
hand on Arlene's tight ass. Phil hadn't noticed and it was not a big deal, so Suzanne just 
let it go. No point starting a war with the new neighbors just because Randy was a little 
drunk and being a jerk.

Later on that night, the lights on the pool deck glistened as Suzanne and Arlene carried 
dirty dishes into the kitchen. 

"Listen," Suzanne said, "I noticed that Randy was getting familiar with his hands. I'd just 
like to apologize. He gets a little full of himself sometimes." 

"Don't worry about it," Arlene said, and kissed Suzanne lightly on the lips. "Besides, 
you're in California now. Everything's a little different out here."

They both laughed and walked back out to the pool, where the two men were standing by 
the hot tub, as the spa jets started up.

"Suzanne, your hot tub needs to be cleaned and filled, so I've offered you and Randy the 
use of ours until yours is ready. Anytime, just come over and jump in." Phil said.

"Thanks," Suzanne said, "I couldn't think of anything nicer right now than a good soak 
after a day of unpacking. But I couldn't find a bathing suit if my life depended on it."

"That's certainly not a problem," Arlene offered. "I'll lend you one of mine, if you 
want."

"Er" Suzanne paused. "The bottoms will work, but there's no way I can wear your 
top."

"Oh, horseshit," Arlene laughed. "You're pretty close to me. I'll show you."

With that, Arlene pulled the snug top over her head and in one swift motion, reached 
behind and unclasped her bra. She stood next to Suzanne, her naked breasts shining 
white, illuminated by the moving prisms of the hot tub bubbles. She turned to Suzanne 
with an inviting look on her face.

"Well?" Arlene said.

"Honey, I don't think that's what they mean when they talk about a neighborhood 
welcoming committee," Phil said.

The four of them erupted in laughter and Suzanne said, "Well, you showed me yours, I 
guess I've gotta show you mine."

That said, Suzanne peeled her dress over her head, before she had even realized that she 
was only in her underwear. When she realized what she had done, Suzanne lifted her 
dress and held it in front of her hips.

"See, I'm only a little bigger, but your have a great shape," Arlene said, walking over and 
pressing her breasts against Suzanne's. "And don't worry about the bathing suit. We 
never wear them in the spa. The bleach just ruins them." Smiling, Arlene unzipped her 
short skirt and tugged the tight fabric down around her hips until it lay limp on the deck. 
In another swift motion, she hooked her flimsy panties with her thumbs and in another 
instant, stood naked next to Suzanne. She reached over and took the dress that was 
serving as a protective shield from Suzanne's hand and tossed it aside. 

"All right!" hooted Randy, with a lecherous laugh that echoed across the deck. He began 
stripping off his clothes, followed by Phil. Soon, Suzanne was the only one out of the spa 
and with any clothes remaining on.

"Oh, what the hell, we're in California now," she said, smiling at Arlene. She peeled off 
her panties and slipped into the hot tub, settling in next to Randy. As she sat in the 
soothing waters, she could feel the strains and the kinks of the day melt away. She closed 
her eyes and relaxed as the group chatted away. Soon the talk had died away and Suzanne 
opened her eyes to see that Phil and Arlene were getting pretty amorous on the other side 
of the spa. Phil was rubbing Arlene's full breasts as they kissed, and Suzanne could tell 
that below the bubbling surface of the water, Arlene's hand was hard at work on Phil's 
cock. She and Randy looked at each other in silence and turned back to watch the show.

Arlene stood up and Suzanne could see Arlene's, large hard nipples responding to the 
cool night air, the water dripping from her tanned body. Suzanne wasn't sure if it was 
envy over Arlene's beauty or lust causing a lump in her throat.  Arlene smiled back at her 
as if reading her thoughts and sat down on the edge of the spa, her round ass cheeks 
perched on the edge of the spa, her feet dangling in the churning water. She lay back and 
spread her legs wide. Suzanne could see clearly into Arlene's open sex, noting that the 
woman was shaved bald between her legs. Her swollen vaginal lips had parted and were 
open, as if in invitation. Based on what she could see, Suzanne was oddly thinking to 
herself that Arlene's vaginal slit was a rather generous one and when Phil stood up she 
could see why. Clearly Arlene did not suffer from a lack of steady marital attention. He 
had a sturdy eight-inch cock that wagged about in the cool night air as Phil leaned over 
and pressed his mouth onto Arlene's spread opening. Suzanne started to stand and 
announce their leaving, but Randy grabbed her arm, gesturing for her to remain seated 
and watch the show the neighbors were putting on.

Phil worked his tongue around into Arlene's slit and soon she was shaking and moaning 
on the deck surface. Phil straightened and in a swift lunge, drove his erect cock deep into 
Arlene's hot opening. 

"Ahhhh," both Arlene and Suzanne simultaneously gasped, one in pleasure, the other in 
empathy.

Suzanne watched in awe as she saw Phil's hard member push aside the tender folds of 
Arlene's vaginal lips and disappear into the moist gash. Suzanne had never seen another 
couple have sex before. Oh, sure, she seen the occasional soft-core video, but here it was, 
live, five feet from her face. She could see Arlene gently lift her hips on each downward 
thrust to allow deeper penetration. 

"Do it, baby, fuck my hot cunt. Yes, fuck me!" Suzanne heard Arlene moan.

Suzanne continued to watch in rapt attention as Phil pounded away, thrusting his 
glistening cock between his wife's legs and into her dripping cleft.  Suzanne felt like she 
was going to die from embarrassment, yet at the same time couldn't take her eyes away 
from the fucking couple. She was struck by the uninhibited passion of the pair. There was 
a dazzling beauty to the erotic vision, the flashing lights and the steaming water. Suzanne 
had never thought of herself as a voyeur, but this had to be the sexiest thing she had ever 
witnessed. 

Soon, both Arlene and Phil let out a pleasurable moan and Suzanne could tell by Phil's 
body twitching, his clenched ass cheeks and erratic jerks that he had just pumped the 
juices of his orgasm into Arlene's cunt. The red head had obviously also had one terrific 
orgasm, as she now lay limp on the deck, her husband pulling his semi-erect cock out of 
her pink folds. A long, spidery strand of cum clung from the head of his cock. Smiling, 
Phil slipped back into the spa.

"Damn, she's hot," Phil said, with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, say, listen, I'm sorry," Phil said, 
picking up on Suzanne's embarrassment. "We didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that 
sometimes Arlene and I get started and don't even think about stopping. And most of our 
friends here are so jaded, that this is pretty tame stuff."

"Oh, don't think a thing about it, we're into a lot of wild stuff" Randy lied, taking 
Suzanne by the hand and rising from the hot liquid of the tub.

"Well, I see someone wasn't too embarrassed by it," Arlene said smiling, now sitting up 
on the edge of the spa. She was looking at Randy's stiff cock, flopping wildly as he 
climbed up the small steps and onto the deck.

"Listen, we're going to head home," Suzanne said, bending down and kissing Arlene on 
the cheek. "We had a great time, really, it's just been a long day."

"Well, you guys have a good time tonight," Arlene called playfully after them, as they 
quickly tugged on their clothes over their wet bodies and hustled back to their house full 
of unpacked boxes.

And Arlene had been right. They had a great time that night. Suzanne could not recall a 
more passionate night of fucking at any time in their marriage. They started on the living 
room floor, had sex on the kitchen counter, and ended up spilling and tossing boxes off of 
the unmade bed, to fuck on the bare mattress. It was obvious that the neighbors act had 
stirred Randy as much as it had her. They were both on fire. She was so hot, she fucked 
like a wild woman. She had been unable to get enough pleasure it seemed, until they both 
fell asleep from exhaustion at four in the morning. Well, she thought just before she 
dropped off to sleep, this didn't make up for seven years of spousal neglect, but it was 
sure a good start. Maybe California would be great for them after all.

The next morning, Randy set off early to visit the local banks and talk about business 
loans, while Suzanne continued the unpacking. She floated through the morning still in 
the haze of bliss from the incredible sex last night. In the bedroom, she laughed aloud at 
the overturned boxes around the bed, the contents spilled all over the floor. Smiling, she 
began to pick up one of Randy office boxes, stuffing the contents back in. While she 
would let him put his things away, she'd just get them off of the floor. A sealed, brown 
envelope in a box of files from the old office caught her eye. It was unusual, but not 
because it was still sealed and had never been opened. 

No, this envelope was unusual because of the writing on the outside. "To Randy" it read 
and had a large heart drawn on it, in handwriting that was obviously not Randy's, but 
clearly feminine. She pulled the gummed envelope flap open and dumped the contents 
onto the bed. The note inside said it all. "Something to remember me by," and was signed  
"Denise." The note rested among a handful of photos, all of Denise, Randy's former 
blonde bimbo secretary.  Randy had hired Denise over Suzanne's objections and always 
made a point of  keeping the two of them separate at the office.  Now, looking at the 
photos, she knew why Randy always made such a fuss about never letting Denise and 
Suzanne alone in the same room. 

Suzanne starred at the photos of Denise. In the pictures, the secretary was nude, her huge 
tits prominent and massive. Some photos showed Denise with a cock in her mouth, and 
some were close-ups of a penis filling her vagina. Suzanne even saw a close up photo of a 
cock stuffed into Denise's anus! Suzanne's heart sank as she recognized the male's penis 
and body in the photos. It was the same cock she had had such a wonderful, lust filled 
spree with just hours ago.

"Bastard," Suzanne murmured to herself.


3

Over the next two weeks, things had certainly not gone as smoothly as Randy Watson 
had expected. Randy had gone out seeking the capital so start up the electronics business 
he'd been so successful at before. But bank after bank had flatly rejected his loan 
application. They looked at his mortgage payment on the huge mansion he'd chosen to 
buy, the lease payment on the Mercedes, and the fact that he had no collateral.  And they 
all came back with the same answer. The answer was no, time and time again. And with 
no inventory and no established office, none of the prospective clients would even see 
him. 

Randy sensed that his failure was clearly weighing on Suzanne, too. While she had made 
a list of prospective clients for him, clearly something was wrong. Suzanne was just not 
her old supportive and helpful self.  Not since that great night of sex following the scene 
in the hot tub with Phil and Arlene. So when Phil's invitation to dinner came, Randy 
jumped at it, hoping that maybe a little fun and excitement with the neighbors was in 
store. He would dearly love to fuck Arlene, he thought to himself. He had even spent 
some time daydreaming, trying to figure out a way to pull it off, so that neither Phil nor 
Suzanne would know about it. He was sure Arlene would jump at a chance to fuck him. 
He was, after all, quite a hunk, he thought to himself.  His gorgeous body intertwined 
with hers  now that would be a sight for all to see. 

But the evening turned out to be pretty tame. Soon, Randy slumped back into his misery 
and despair over his financial woes as the evening progressed. He tried to keep his end of 
the dinner conversation going, but his mind swirled with problems. His first house 
payment was looming and he didn't have an inkling of income on the horizon. Especially 
now that the banks had all rejected his loan request. Desperation was creeping into his 
whole demeanor.

"Buddy, I have to tell you that you don't look too good. What's wrong?" Phil said to him, 
as they sat in Phil and Arlene's living room. 

"Listen, Phil," Randy said secretively, not wanting the girls to overhear. "I know we 
haven't know each other very long, but I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor. 
And I really hate to ask this."

"Well, ask away. If I can, I will," Phil said, obviously confused about Randy's secretive 
manner.

"Could you could you make me a loan? I swear I'll pay it back in three weeks. As soon 
as I buy the materials, I can sell it and pay you back from the ordering fees. Three weeks 
tops," Randy pushed, his natural confidence and salesmanship beginning to flow now. 
"And there's no risk here. You'll get it back in three week with interest."

"Interest? Don't be silly, I wouldn't charge you interest," Phil said. "So how much do 
you need?"

"I need one hundred thousand, but I could get by with eighty thousand. Eighty thousand 
dollars would get me on my feet and going. And no risk for you, it's a sure thing. And for 
just three weeks," Randy urged.

"Wow, eighty thousand," Phil whistled. "That's a lot of money. I know you say there's 
no risk, but do you have any collateral?  I'm in real estate, so I can guess how bad the 
house is mortgaged."

"And a second mortgage," Randy embarrassedly added.

"How about the car?" Phil said.

"It's leased," Randy said.

"No stocks? Bonds?" Phil asked.

"Nothing," Randy answered jokingly. "The only thing I've got is Suzanne. How about 
her as collateral?"

"Pardon?" Phil asked, somewhat confused.

"Why not! I could use Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, now serious. "She could help, 
cook, clean, anything. You could even you know, enjoy her a little" Randy said with a 
wink. "But, see, that won't really matter, because you'll get you're money back in three 
weeks."

Randy could see that Phil was perplexed, but interested.

"You could have her for a month, if I didn't pay it back at the end of the three weeks," 
Randy pushed.

"Eighty thousand dollars for a month's worth of cooking and cleaning is awfully pricey, 
even for California," Phil said.

"Hell, let's say that you could do whatever you want to with her, because after three 
weeks you'll get the money back. Guaranteed!" Randy urged.

"Eighty thousand dollars," Phil softly pondered aloud. "And for three weeks."

"And Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, knowing that he was really close to getting the 
loan.

"Eighty thousand dollars," Phil repeated to himself "And for three weeks. and Suzanne 
as collateral, working for one month"

"Yep. Or whatever," Randy said, smiling. "How about it?"

"Randy, this is a little weird, but I think I may take your loan. But we'll have to put it in 
writing and Suzanne would have to agree to it," Phil said.

"Oh, shit!" thought Randy, to himself. "There goes the loan!" Suzanne would never agree 
to anything this wild.

Phil got out some paper and after several minutes of writing, paused.

"So it says here that we can do whatever we want with Suzanne. No limits," Phil said, 
studying the paper.

"Well, you can't kill her or anything, but hell, you can write down there that you can 
shave her head and paint her green, if you want to. Because none of it will really happen. 
In three weeks, you'll get all your money back," Randy said.

"Suzanne, can you and Arlene come in her for a second," Phil said, calling to the women 
in the kitchen.

Within minutes, Phil had explained the terms of the loan to the stunned wives. Randy 
could see that Suzanne was really upset. As Phil went back over the terms, he could see a 
stream of tears streaking her face. When Phil stopped, he saw Suzanne turn to Randy, a 
cold stare on her face.

"You would really ask me to do this? You would use me as collateral for a loan?" she 
said coldly, her tears stopped now.

"Honey," Randy said, trying to sooth her feeling and get her to agree to the deal. "It's 
really just bullshit. It's never going to happen. In three weeks, Phil and Arlene get their 
money back and the business is off and running."

"Randy, can we add one more thing in, just for Suzanne?" Phil interrupted. "Can we put 
in here that if you fail to repay in time, any company assets resulting from the loaned 
money belong to Suzanne?"

"Phil, you can write anything on there that you want to," replied Randy. "Because it's not 
going to happen. In three weeks, you get your money. Guaranteed!"

All eyes turned to Suzanne. Randy saw a pained look on his wife's face before she spoke 
to him.

"You would really ask me to do this?" Suzanne said, and following Randy's nod of 
assurance said, "Where do I sign?" 


4
The three weeks whizzed past at a furious rate as Randy scrambled to convert parts to 
products, and products to sales. He knocked on doors, phoned clients and spent every 
waking hour struggling to get the business working. But soon it became evident even to 
him that he was never going to be able to repay the money. So at the end of the three 
weeks, he and Suzanne stood nervously in front of Phil and Arlene's, as the front door 
swung open.

"Suzanne, are you sure about this?" Phil asked, Arlene on his arm.

"I signed it, and I'm as good as my word," Suzanne said coldly and impassively. She 
stepped over the threshold, never looking back. Waves of nausea gripped Randy as the 
door shut in his face.

A week and a half later, Randy was gleeful when he got a call from Phil inviting him 
over for a drink. He hadn't heard a word from Suzanne and this would give him a chance 
to see her and apologize. Phil greeted him at the door and soon they were chatting and 
laughing by the pool, as if the loan had never existed.

"Say, is Suzanne around? I'd really love to see her," Randy asked.

"Suzanne? No, she's out," replied Phil. "Say, can I get you a drink?"

Randy nodded and Phil lifted a wireless handset from the deck table and said, "Suzette, 
please bring our guest a drink."

Randy and Phil continued chatting until Randy heard the sound of high heels on the deck 
coming up from behind him. He turned to take the drink from the maid, but stopped, 
frozen by what he beheld. There was Suzanne in a scanty French maid's outfit. Only he 
wasn't sure it was really Suzanne. Her hair was jet black and had been cut short in a 
pageboy. The maid outfit Suzanne was wearing was outrageous. The short ruffled skirt 
barely covered Suzanne's naked ass as she walked over. Randy would see that his wife's 
dark pubic hair had been shaved, and her exposed cunt was clearly visible below the 
ruffled hemline. Her long slim legs were covered in black hose as she delicately walked 
over on high, black patent stiletto heels.

The tight fitting satin bodice wrapped snugly around Suzanne's waist and torso, but 
stopped under her totally exposed breasts, framed by the under wiring of the maid's outfit 
corselet. But his real shock came as he stared at her naked breasts. Her beautiful, firm, 
round breasts now sported thick, stainless steel nipple rings in her newly pierced nipples. 
Suzanne proudly stuck out her breasts and lifted her head as the small maid's cap rested 
on her shining black hair.  She started to set the drinks down on the deck table but was 
stopped by Phil.

"Suzette," Phil said, "didn't you forget to wipe off the table before you put down our 
drinks?

"Oh, yes, sir," Suzanne said smiling, and turned around, sticking out her ass. As she bent 
over, Randy could see that a feather duster attached to a pink butt plug was lodged into 
Suzanne's anus. Still smiling, she wiggled her ass, and brushed off the table and then set 
the drinks down, intentionally bending close to Randy with her protruding tits.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" Suzanne said to Phil in her most seductive voice.

"No thank you, Suzette, that's all," Phil said, as the two men watched Suzanne walk back 
into the house, her naked ass wriggling from beneath the short, flouncing skirt. The 
feathers from the duster swished from side to side as she walked away.

Randy was stunned and speechless. He stared after his wife, his mouth open, fumbling 
for words.

"My God, that's Suzanne!" he stammered. "You said she wasn't here."

"Suzanne's not here tonight, Randy," said Phil. "That's Suzette. And tomorrow Suzanne 
will have another name and other duties."

"Like what?" Randy snapped back, his anger rising.

"Just relax, Randy," Phil replied. "You signed your wife over to us for a month and we 
haven't made her do anything she didn't want to do. So you can leave now if you have 
any objections. Or I call the cops and have you removed." 

"Other dutieslike what?" Randy asked again, now softly like a scolded child.

"Do you really want to know? Better give it some thought before you answer. I'd suggest 
that you not ask and just gratefully welcome her home at the end of the month," Phil 
warned.

"Like what?" Randy murmured, now barely audible.

"Okay," Phil said. He picked up the wireless intercom again and spoke. "Suzette, would 
you please tell my wife that we'll be in the entertainment room. And Suzette, please bring 
a fresh round of drinks and meet us there." A garbled reply came back.

 "Come on," Phil said, standing and heading into the house.

Phil led Randy through the house and downstairs into the large entertainment room. 
Suzanne was already waiting in the room, standing stiffly along the wall, a tray of drinks 
in her hands. A large projection screen covered the far wall of the room as Phil and 
Randy slipped down into the large chairs facing the screen. Randy could not take his eyes 
off of his wife, standing silently off to the side. Suddenly, Randy saw Arlene sweep into 
the room. She wore a gold backless, halter dress that was split all the way up the front to 
her waist. As she walked, the generous opening of the dress revealed the tops of Arlene's 
stocking anchored by what appeared to Randy to be a gold garterbelt and no underwear. 
The narrow strips of the halter-top barely covered Arlene's ample breasts, and really 
served only to conceal her protruding nipples. The remainder of her luscious breasts were 
totally exposed and for a brief moment Randy's mind moved away from Suzanne as 
Arlene slipped into an empty chair next to him.

"Suzette, we'll have our drinks now," Arlene said, and Suzanne stepped over with the 
tray. 

As Suzanne served each person, she bent over from the waist and dramatically stuck her 
bare ass out for all to see. Randy could see that the butt plug had been removed from 
Suzanne's asshole, but he could see the glistening remains of some lubricant. He could 
see that the tight puckered ring of her anus was still stretched and dilated, forming a small 
open O. As Suzanne finished serving the drinks, she started back to her spot along the 
wall.

"Oh, Suzette," Phil said, interrupting her. "We thought we'd watch a video for 
entertainment tonight. Would you like to pick one from your collection?"

"Certainly, sir," Suzanne said and crossed over to a stack of four tapes on a nearby shelf. 
She studied the assortment for a second, selected one and popped it into the VCR. As the 
giant screen started to flicker from the image, Randy saw his wife move back to the wall.

The image on the giant screen brightened and it was obvious to Randy that they were 
watching someone's home video. Confused for a second, Randy stared at the screen 
before realizing that the room shown in the video was Phil and Arlene's living room 
upstairs. Randy could see men milling about the room and then moving to seats. Arlene 
appeared in the middle of the room and Randy could hear her despite the poor quality of 
the recording. 

"Boys, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is SuzieQ and she's new in town," 
Randy heard Arlene say.

Then Randy's heart stopped when he saw Suzanne come into the room filled with men. 
She had on a blonde wig, styled in a way that reminded him of someone. Who, he 
wondered, staring at the screen. "Oh, shit!" he thought to himself. "She looks just like 
Denise." Randy didn't know if there was anything to it or not but he certainly did not like 
what he was seeing. Suzanne was wearing a red vinyl mini-skirt that barely covered her 
ass, red stockings and bright red spike heels. She wore a black see through blouse and no 
bra underneath as her round tits jutted out under the sheer fabric. 

A huge lump formed in his throat as he watched his wife parade around the room, kissing 
and flirting with the seated men. He saw eager hands slide up her long legs and disappear 
under her short skirt, Suzanne wriggling her ass, as fingers filled her openings. She 
smiled and moved on to others around the room, stepping from area to area, as reaching 
hands mauled and groped her body. Soon, every man in the room had his cock out and in 
hand, as Suzanne calmly announced, "So, is there any hot stud here who would like to 
fuck me?"

With that, she unzipped the tiny skirt and let it fall to the floor. Watching the video, 
Randy had never realized how beautiful his wife's legs really were, as she stood in the 
center of the room full of men, wearing only a red garterbelt, hose and heels. He watched 
the screen as his wife walked over to one of the seated men, step over and straddled the 
man, and then look about the room. "Would you like to see this fat cock go into my hot 
little cunt?" Randy heard his wife ask, as she flashed smiles at the men in the room. He 
heard the VCR audio explode with a boisterous reply and watched as his lovely wife 
lifted the man's rigid cock upward and slipped it between her legs. Slowly, teasingly, she 
lowered herself onto the stiff penis and began pumping up and down in the man's lap.

"Ahhhh, yes," Randy heard her moan. "Fill me with that hot cock!" Then he heard more 
deep moans of pleasure from the man as he pumped long strokes deep into Suzanne. The 
picture froze as Randy looked over to see Phil pushing a button on the VCR remote.

"Suzette," Phil directed, "Come over here and sit on my cock while we enjoy the video."

"Yes, sir," Suzanne answered, and slowly walked over to Phil, now with his trousers 
open and his erect cock lying flat on his stomach as he slouched back into the chair. 
Randy watched as his wife walked over to his neighbor, turned around and slowly 
lowered herself on Phil's rigid cock. The two of them began slowly pumping away as 
Randy could hear the moist sounds of Phil's cock sliding in and out of his wife soaked 
pussy.

"Ahhh," that's better now," Phil said with a smile as Suzanne rocked away in his lap. 
"Now, where were we?" he said, and hit the remote button and the video started again. 
Randy was now bewildered, unsure of whether to saw his wife fucking Phil or to watch 
her in the video. His eyes drifted back to the screen.

Randy saw the screen fill with a sudden flurry of action as men leapt up, pressing their 
hard cocks toward Suzanne's now gaping mouth. He watched as she selected one from 
the several jammed near her face and wrapped her red lips around it. With consummate 
skill, he saw his wife slide her mouth up and down the entire length of the man's hard 
cock while she bounced up and down on the stiff meat beneath her.  Randy looked at the 
sight of his wife's round ass filling the huge wall screen. His eyes drifted just below her 
curved butt and focused on the sight of his wife's cunt, dripping and vibrant as it seemed 
to swallow the man's large cock with each thrust.

"Afraid our videography wasn't very good on this one. We had a little trouble getting 
really good close ups. It was one of our first times and we've improved a lot since then. 
In fact, we now have a company come in and shoot them. Get much better quality. And 
when we have ten of them, we'll sell the series," Phil said rasply, as he pumped slowly 
into Suzanne, nearly drowned out by groaning sounds of the video.

"Sell them!" Randy said panicked, breaking his attention away from the screen.

"Yes," Phil replied calmly. "Arlene and I are out eighty thousand dollars and we have to 
get it back however we can."

"But you can't," Randy whined in protest.

"Whatever we want, remember. You signed it," Phil said, his breathing strained.

Randy's eyes drifted back to the screen where he saw Suzanne sitting atop another man, 
riding hard on his bucking hips, while another man prepared to enter her ass.

"So, SuzieQ, how would you like for me to stick my cock in you tight little asshole?" 
Randy heard the man say, as he wormed two fingers in and out of Suzanne's puckered 
rectum, stretching her out.

"Ooooooooooo, yes!" she purred, pulling a rigid cock out of her mouth to reply. "Yes, 
fuck me in my hot ass. I love to take it up the ass. Especially if I can do it and get double 
fucked at the same time."

Randy was now cold, clammy and soaked in sweat as he watched his wife rock forward 
and offer her tiny, pink anal ring to the man. He had never had anal sex with Suzanne. 
She had never been the least bit interested in it. Apparently, until now. He saw the man 
press the head of his dick against her sensitive rubbery opening, and swallowed hard as 
he saw the man's cock head pop into her rectum.

"Uuuuuh," he heard her grunt, as he saw the rest of the man's stiff member begin to slide 
deep into her bowels. "Oooohhh, yes," he heard Suzanne say. "Fuck me deep. Fuck me 
deep in the ass. Pleeeeassse."

He sat shaking now as he watched the two men sandwiched around his wife, thrusting 
madly into her writhing body. She had a third man's cock in her mouth and was being 
tossed about as hips pushed into her from all direction.  After watching a few more 
minutes, Randy could tell that the men in her ass and cunt were about to cum.

"Yes! Do it! Shoot it in me!" Suzanne screamed, as the men on the screen pumped away 
filling her with semen. Randy could see the camera zoom in and focus on Suzanne's 
asshole as the man's hard cock pulled out and shoot two remaining milky streams of  cum 
into the gaping opening of his wife's ass, stretched and wide open from the vacated cock. 
The camera seemed to peer all the way down into her back opening at just the right 
moment as a wave of  creamy semen boiled up from inside and spilled out of  her ass, the 
first part of the man's orgasm.

Randy couldn't take any more. He leapt up and started for the door.

"Oh, don't go yet," he heard Phil say. "We haven't even gotten to the really good part 
yet. Suzette, wasn't there something you wanted to give Randy?"

Randy stopped instantly. Afraid to turn he heard his wife say, "Yes, there is."

Suzanne stood up still straddling Phil as a long stream of cum dripped from her cunt and 
fell back onto Phil's naked thighs. Suzanne stepped over Phil and walked to the stack of 
videos. She pulled one out and walked back to Randy, handing him the videocassette.

"Here, sir, you should find this one particularly interesting," Suzanne said, with a forced 
smile.
 
Continued in A Wife in Venice California: Part Two





 













