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Subject: Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #6  Slut/Wife MMF
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The following story is intended only for adult reading.  Those under the
age of eighteen or those bothered by sexual explicit language or
depiction should not continue.  The actions and attitudes portrayed may
be deemed offensive by some readers.   

I am a petite, five foot tall, 100 lb., usually brunette female with a
34B - 23 - 32 figure.  I have been married to my husband, Doug for
eleven great years and I am now thirty four.  I find it easier to relate
a story in which I am involved in the third person.  E-mail comments are
always welcome - DeepBlue@DittosRush.com

Enjoy! 

***************
Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #6  Slut/Wife MMF

Waiting for Doug

	Carrie started to straighten the disarray that she and Rick had created
in the bedroom.  Her lace stockings were in the middle of the floor with
her shoes and basque.  The top sheet was completely off or the bed and
her toys were still lying where she had last used them.  She debated
about changing the sheets but decided against it.  Their sexy smell were
a reminder to her of a very pleasant evening.  She had tossed the
clothes in the hamper and was just finishing remaking the bed when the
phone rang.

	"Sounds like you've had some fun in the last couple of days," Doug said
in response to Carrie's "Hello."

	"Absolutely," she replied.  "I wish you could have been here to share
it --- or maybe it would be better to say share me.  I've certainly been
sharing a lot.

	"From the sound of your voice, it doesn't seem you objected to it," he
replied.  "You sound up and ready."

	"I didn't object.  It was fantastic!  I have come off at least a
hundred times in the last couple of days and could just keep coming. 
And my little twat isn't even tender," she teased.

	"Sounds like you're ready for more."

	"I am and if you were here right now, you'd find out how ready I am.  I
could take on a dozen more," she tormented.

	"So tell me about it," he solicited.

	Carrie began relating how yesterday had began, and of her trip to the
porno store and the things she had purchased.  For nearly twenty
minutes, she described, in a rather low, sexy voice, the details of her
latest adventures.  As the story progressed, she instinctively began
running her fingers between her legs, knowing that Doug, too, was
enjoying it by stroking his erection as he listened to her.  As she was
relating Rick's assisting her with her  "monster dildo" , she heard him
gasping and moaning and experienced a super climax herself.

	"Was it good," she asked after she had finished the story?

	"Yes indeed.  Almost like the real thing."

	"The real thing is ready for you when you get home.  When are you
coming in"?

	"Bad news.  I can't get out of here until very late tomorrow night. 
The flight won't get in until about one in the morning.  I'll just get a
cab.  You don't need to come out that late."

	"No way," she quickly responded.  "That'll just make it longer before I
see you.  I'll be there to get you."

	"Are you sure?  I want to see you too but that's awfully late."

	"I couldn't sleep anyway, thinking of all the nasty things I'm going to
do to you when I get you home," Carrie answered.  "I'll see you at one
o'clock.  Why do they fly planes at those stupid hours anyway?"

	"That's better than not getting there until the next morning."

	"You've got a good point there ----- or, at least you did have," she
harassed.

	Doug laughed.  "You're right.  Now I have to go take a shower."

	"OK, lover.  I'll see you at the plane."

	After they hung up, Carrie continued to lie on the bed, running her
fingers gently over her mound while planning how she would greet Doug in
about twenty-four hours.  She drifted off to sleep in the middle of her
plans.

	"Control your passions for today," she told herself as she awakened the
next morning.  "Surely, you can do without it for another eighteen
hours.  Maybe Surely can, but I'm not sure about me."  Carrie smiled at
the bad humor as she slipped out of bed.

	She busied herself with some paperwork and phone calls after she got
out of the shower but her heart wasn't in it.  She was still totally
sexually aroused and could feel the tiny droplets of her excitement
sliding down her thighs.  It did however, put her in the right frame of
mind for planning for Doug's return.

	She picked a chiffon dress from the closet and a co-ordinated garter
belt from her bureau drawer.

	"Hope the airport isn't too well lit at that time of night," she
thought after trying them on in front of a full length mirror.  Her dark
nipples were easily visible through the thin material in the well
lighted bedroom .  The cleave of her rear was as obvious when she turned
around.  She considered a slip but loved the feel of the smooth dress as
it touched her body.  The idea was quickly abandoned in favor of what
she was wearing.  

	"It will drive Doug crazy when he sees me dressed like this in public
," she said to herself.  He constantly enjoyed seeing her show off with
provocative clothes and actions.  She hung the dress on its hanger and
picked out the makeup she would wear with it.

	She left the stained sheets on the bed but pulled the sheer lace panels
closed until they surrounded it.  She would give the bedding a spraying
with perfume before she left for the airport.  As she was putting her
new toys behind the panels in the headboard, she considered buying some
more.  She had seen several other interesting ones in the shop on the
previous day.

	"There's a store close by that has some sexy lingerie," she thought. 
"It would give me a chance to stop in to see what they've got."

	Carrie pulled on a short, fuschia, swirl-skirted dress that was
backless except for the thin straps that criss-crossed halvway between
her shoulders and waist.  She slipped on some high-heeled open sandels. 
The heels accentuated her strikingly attractive legs.  Her bare breasts
were only partially conceled by the low scoop neckline.  In her usual
fasion, she wore no panties.  The only ones she owned were some that
Doug had gotten for her while he was in Paris recently.  They were so
scanty that they were strictly for showing off in anyway.

	"Wearing no panties was more proper than wearing those," she had
jokingly told Doug.

	She took the 350 convertible out of the garage.  It was warm but she
felt like having the wind in her face.  The top flipped down as she
backed out of the driveway.  It was near lunch time when she pulled into
the Sock Hop, a fifties style drive-in that had become a really "in"
place to eat recently.  The car hops were all dressed in short skirts
and push-up bra style blouses.  They roller skated around the lot with
grace and ease.  Carrie had not been here before and was surprised at
how busy it was.  The lot was full of Porshe Carrarras, Beemers, and
Volvos, most being driven by young men "on their way up".  She quickly
concluded that the BMW and Volvo owners were all married and had come by
on their lunch hour to hit on the car hops.  The Porshe drivers were
mostly older but still there for the same purpose.

	She had barely gotten her order placed, when the guy in the car next to
her, a Porshe, slipped from behind his steering wheel and stepped over
to lean on her passenger-side door. 

	"Great place to eat and greet," he said as he stared at her cleavage
and bare thighs.

	Carrie's first reaction was to put him down instantly but she thought
better of it.  Guys like this were easy to torment if you handled it
properly.

	"Yes it is.  I take it you come here often," she responded, slowly
sliding lower in her seat, causing her short skirt to hike up even
further.

	"All the time," he said.  "I could probably buy this place with what I
spend on lunch here."

	Carrie leaned over toward him as though looking for something in her
purse on the seat beside her.  Her tanned breasts were in his easy view.

	"Damn," she said.  "I've forgotten my billfold.  I wonder if they take
American Express?"

	"I'm sure they do but lunch is on me today, pretty lady," he said as he
opened the door and sat in the seat next to her.  "I'm Jim.  What's your
name?"

	"Beth.  Beth Nelson," Carrie replied as she flashed a broad smile at
him.

	Carrie continued to shift her position in her seat as Jim carried on
with his conversation.  By the time they had been served their food, it
was apparent that she had worked her skirt up to a point where he could
see that she was naked underneath.  He had put a napkin over his lap but
it didn't conceal his growing interest in her.  When they had finished,
the car hop came over to see if they wanted anything else.

	"Nope, honey.  We're doing just grand," he replied as he flipped a bill
at her.

	She made change and laid it on the door tray before skating away.  Jim
gathered up the change and dropped it in his shirt pocket.

	"Now, where were we," he asked as he turned back toward Carrie, keeping
his eyes on her legs and breasts?

	"You were about to tell me about your wildest dreams."

	"I was?"  He looked puzzled.

	"Yes!"  You were going to tell we all about the wonderful things you
could do for me in bed and how great you were at satisfying women."

	Taken by surprise, Jim stammered with something appropriate to say but
Carrie interrupted him.

	"Come here," she said as she leaned toward him again, her breasts again
in full view.

	He leaned in her direction, a confident smile across his face.

	She whispered in his ear in a soft and sexy voice.

	"I've learned that bad tippers are lousy lays.  I need a real man.  
Sorry Jimmy!"

	He glared at her but couldn't think of anything to say.

	"Touch me and you'll spend the next thirty days in jail, if you're
lucky.  My husband's a cop," she added with a broad smile.

	He opened the door and got out, slamming the door behind him.  Carrie
pulled a ten dollar bill from her purse, dropped it on her tray and
handed it to the car hop as she walked by.

	She felt a slight twinge of remorse as she pulled out of the drive-in
but it quickly disappeared when she again thought about her un-invited
luncheon guest.  She drove toward the downtown area and thought of her
shopping spree ahead.

	The porno shop parking lot had several cars in it and Carrie decided
that this was probably a hang-out for lunch timers also just as the
drive-in had been.  It was about twelve-thirty so most of them would
probably be leaving soon, to get back to work.  She again entered
through the side door.  It was as dark as it had been day before
yesterday but the musty odor in the hallway was even stronger this
time.  It smelled a lot like her bedroom had last night.  Once in the
store, she was again the center of attention.  She was the only female,
save the same woman behind the counter.

	Carrie browsed for some time among the shelves and counters of sexy
gadgets, and finally got one of the hand baskets to carry her
selections.  She picked up a gold chain that attached to her nipples and
hung between them. She also selected half a dozen assorted rings that
slip over an erection.  They had hard knobs or tiny tips that would
tease a girl's clit.    She picked out a battery powered "Robo Suck". 
It was a masturbation tube for men that was motor driven, producing a
jacking and sucking action that was "guaranteed to satisfy".

	"Doug can give me a show with that," she said to herself.

	A movie of "all male solo action" went in the basket along with two 
jars of "hot" lubricant and a black cire nylon mini-mini skirt with
short garters attached to the hem.  The movie might be fun to watch when
she was alone and hot.  It always turned her on to watch men take care
of themselves just as men enjoyed watching her.  She added the "Ultimate
Sex System" to her basket on one stop.  It was a heavy duty beach ball
looking device that had an attachment for the assortment of dildos that
came with it.  The object was to sit on it and bounce up and down to get
the ultimate thrill.  After a few more minor things, Carrie decided she
had enough new toys for her collection but continued to simply browse. 
She was enjoying the attention the male customers were still paying her.

	In one corner of the shop, she discovered a sign, "Women Only" over a
door and her curiosity eventually got the best of her.  She didn't know
if it was a bathroom or a peep show booth but decided to find out. 
There was an erie darkness inside and it took a few seconds for her eyes
to adjust.  Once they did, she realized that she was in a small room
that had one-way mirrors to six other small cubicles.  The other
cubicles were the peep show booths that you entered from the hallway. 
Carrie could stand in the middle of her room and turn to observe all of
the activities in the other booths  At the time, four of them were
occupied.  The first room was engaged by a good looking young man who
appeared to be some sort of construction worker.  He had obviously been
in the booth for a while because his pants were pulled down around his
knees and he had his hand firmly gripped around his cock, stroking it
rapidly as he watched the movie.  Carrie made a quick survey of the
other rooms to find her favorite.  The second was empty, the third had
an dowdy middle-aged man, the forth was occupied by a truck driver type,
the fifth was empty and the sixth had a well built black man of about
thirty.  They were all semi-nude in that they were all masturbating as
they watched the films.

	She quickly decided that One and Six were her favorites and took turns
watching both of them.  "Six" was true to the stereotype; extremely well
hung.  At times he would have both of his hands grasped around himself
and there was still at least four or five inches of his tool exposed. 
Carrie guessed him at twelve to thirteen inches in length.  "One" was
not as long but was bigger around and appeared as hard as stone.  She
calculated that "One" was closest to the end of his movie by the more
rapid and eager pace of his actions and, indeed, in a few moments,
witnessed him, back arched, head back and eyes closed, as he shot his
jism out into the air.  Pleasure covered his face as he pumped the last
few shots from his tool and relaxed in the chair.  

	She quickly turned to "Six" and fascinated herself with his huge tool. 
She could feel the moisture running down her legs as she watched and
slid a hand under her short skirt to rub herself.  He continued to
stroke himself, alternating between one and both hands to do the job. 
It was obvious to Carrie that he was totally enjoying the experience as
he approached his climax.  When he ejaculated, she was astounded by the
amount of creamy juice that shot into the air and she came at the same
time.  When she looked back at "One", the room was dark, so she watched
the "truck driver" for a short time before turning back to "Six.  He to
was now gone and Carrie decided that it was time she should be going
also.  She took a tissue from her purse to wipe her thighs before going
out into the shop again.

	Carrie paid the cashier and started down the hallway, toward her car.

	"Excuse me, miss.  You dropped something."

	When she turned to see who was talking to her, she recognized "Six"
standing behind her.

	"You dropped this," he said, holding out a slip of paper.

	"Oh!  Thank you," she replied.

	Accepting the paper, Carrie dropped it in her purse and continued to
her car.  When she was out of the parking lot, it occurred to her that
the paper did not look familiar to her.  She retrieved it from her
purse.

	"Chuck - 555-1816" was all that was on the paper.  It suddenly occurred
to her that he, and probably the others, knew that they were being
watched while she had been in the booth.  She smiled and tucked the slip
of paper into a corner of her purse where she wouldn't loose it.

	She had spent more time at the porno shop than she had expected; over
two hours, and decided to make the lingerie store a quick stop.  She
picked out a sheer gown similar to the one Gambler had torn the night
before and found a swim suit that she thought provocative.  It was an
electric blue one piece except that the top was only a pair of
suspenders for the very tiny thong bottoms.  She supposed that, if
modesty dictated, she could wear a tube top under the suspenders but
didn't foresee that occasion.

	Carrie fixed herself a light dinner around nine o'clock and opened her
bag of new toys while she ate.  She laid the "beach ball" aside to blow
up later but tried on the breast chain.  It had a short, elastic slip
cord on each end of the chain that tightened around each nipple.  It was
actually very comfortable to wear and, after a few moments, she found it
to be highly erotic with her nipples being gently squeezed and tugged on
by the swinging of the chain.

	"I just may wear that to the airport," she thought.

	She tried on the mini-skirt but concluded that she would definitely be
arrested if she showed up in public in something like that.  After she
was through eating, she washed the rings and the dildos that went to the
Ultimate Sex System .  Blowing up the ball was easier then she had
expected and the attachments snapped on and off readily.

	"Later," she cautioned herself and put the device in her office closet.

