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Cast of Characters in order of mention.

Bob and Carol Maddox     (Psychotherapist - College Professor)
Joe and Janette Daniels  (Both MDs)
Tom and Sue Parson       (Corporate Middle Manager - Lawyer)
Charlie                  (Runs local fitness center)   
Alexandria               (Physical Trainer)
Ray and Vickie Baden     (Lawyer - Psychotherapist)


     
                  The Evolution of Carol

               by Drifter

The setting is Boulder Colorado and the nearby Rocky Mountains.

                          Chapter 1 of 14

             
     Carol looked around the room at all the bodies in various stages of undress. Now
all of them were asleep, or passed out, or for whatever reason seemingly inert.  It had
been quiet a night.. and she had been the Queen of it all.  As she looked over the
room, she thought back to the beginning of the summer. 
     
     What a great day it had been, a Saturday of hiking in the awe inspiring Rocky
Mountains.  Bob and Carol Maddox had met their hiking club at a familiar trail head
just west of Boulder, early that morning, and had spent the day in the mountains. Bob
and Carol loved the outdoors and particularly hiking.  They had formed the club less
than a year before just for days like this.  People had come and gone, but at present
the club consisted of four couples.  Bob and Carol had met each of them through
various social activities and were pleased to find them as enthusiastic
about hiking as they were.
  
     In truth Bob had been both surprised and delighted when Carol had agreed to join
him in his hiking.  She had always been such a 'proper' lady.  Always dressed to the
hilt, in charge of her emotions, always the lady. Hiking seemed foreign to her, in
Bob's mind, but she had taken to it eagerly.  It was the first of many things that
indicated how little Bob really knew of his wife.

     Over the year of it's existence the club had become a close knit group, the
members having much in common.  They pursued a number of activities together in
addition to hiking, like dining, theater, partying. They had become, 'the gang'.  All of
them were quite bright, good looking and reasonably mature, between the
ages of 28 and 38.  They were all more or less successful professionals or 'yuppies' 
as Bob like to refer to them.  They were all physical fitness 'nuts' into tight bodies. 
And all of them were modern day explorers who loved getting together to hike
new trails,  of various types, as it turned out.

     This particular day in the mountains had been outstanding. The weather was
perfect, and the trail challenging as they explored around a peak, north west of
Boulder.  It had been a great day. And it had been capped that evening by a
delightful dinner at their favorite local french restaurant.  The hiking, the food, the
service, not to mention the conversation, had been enjoyable.

     The gang did it's share of flirting, double entendre and probably a lot more.  Carol
enjoyed the banter and was good at it but until tonight she had always considered it
totally innocent. Tonight Joe Daniels had sat on Carol's left and Tom Parsons on
her right. Her huband sat directly across the table.  Dr. Joe Daniels was an incurable
flirt, the worst in the gang, and was constantly coming on to Carol, in a very low key
way.  Carol admitted to herself she enjoyed the attention.  She frequently wondered
how far Joe would go if she let him and what Joe would be like in bed.  In fact she
often wondered what most of the men she associated with, would be like in bed.  But
that was as far as it had gone.

     After dinner as they chatted over cognac, Carol noticed the drinks seemed to
have effected Joe more than usual tonight.  He was a little louder and a bit more
risque in his stories.  But even with that, it took Carol by total surprise when she felt
Joe's hand fall lightly on her bare leg under the table.  At first she wasn't sure what to
do. One of her first thoughts was that she was glad it was dimly lit in the restaurant
as she looked around to see if anyone else noticed what was going on.  Tom Parson,
young corporate executive, was engaged in a animated conversation with Vickie
Baden, a psychotherapist who specialized in aberrant behavior.  Looking at Bob
across from her he seemed unaware of where Joe's hand was. After a few seconds
she placed her hand on top of Joe's and as casually as she could, moved it away. 
Joe had looked at her and winked and continued his conservation with Bob.  Carol
had just passed it off as a bit of over playfulness on Joe's part.   That is until a few
minutes later she felt his hand back on her leg again, this time a bit higher and more
on her inner thigh.   

     She almost spilled her wine and Bob asked if she were alright.  Carol, not wishing
to cause a scene, assured him she was fine as she felt Joe's hand slide higher and
squeeze her bare upper thigh.  She remained calm, at least outwardly, as she waited
for the right moment to move Joe's wandering hand once more, hopefully so no one
would notice. She had to admit it was exciting.  Then Joe slid his hand even higher,
taking advantage of her hesitancy to act.  His hand was stopped only by Carol's firm
thighs pressing together.  

     Carol to this day, isn't sure what made her do it, but she looked over at Joe and
when their eyes met she relaxed her legs and allowed them to part.  Immediately she
felt Joe's hand slide higher beneath her short skirt, to brush against her panty
covered crotch.  As he touched her she jumped slightly.  Joe lightly rubbed his finger
up and down her outer labia through her panties.  Carol froze, sort of, and did nothing
for several minutes allowing Joe to carress her so intimately.  Then as she realized
how wet she was becoming she caught his hand in hers. She held it motionless
against her pubic mound for a brief moment, more excited than she even cared to
admit that Joe was playing with her there, and in public.  The fact that it was
public and with their friends around them excited Carol terribly.  After another moment
she again gently moved his wandering hand away. 

     The party broke up soon and nothing else occurred until the group was outside
saying goodnight amidst the obligatory hugs. When Joe and Carol faced each other,
he smiled and pulled her into his arms. She was still turned on.  She felt his hands
drop to her trim ass.  Looking up at Joe and she smiled and said softly,

     "Behave yourself,  Doctor Daniels."

     And she hugged him, longer that normal, tightly as she felt his large hands
squeeze her cute ass. 

                    *****

     At home, Bob and Carol prepared for bed after their full day. Now as Carol
thought about Joe's behavior, she realized she was terribly horny.  As she walked
back and forth, to and from the master bathroom, she wore less and less each time,
giving Bob a progressive show with her own intent in mind. Needless to say, Bob
enjoyed the gradual strip tease of his wife's lush body.  

     The physical activities they both enjoyed seemed to keep them in outstanding
shape. Carol particularly was in truly spectacular shape.  Her full firm breasts were
not the silicon 'Playmate' style but large, none-the-less delightful, and quite eye
catching.  Her waist was small, flaring out into nicely rounded hips and a full tight little
ass that caused heads to turn. She was beautiful and none of it was wasted on Bob,
or for that matter, most of the men who knew her.  Bob too was well built, strikingly
handsome in a boyish sort of way, and a lot of fun. A psychotherapist by trade and a
very gentle, caring, and shy man, always eager to please. 

     As he enjoyed leering at his wife, in his mind he found himself hoping, once
again, that she might take the lead in their sexual activities tonight. He longed for her
to become the real aggressor, even if just once.  If she would only roll over and
just once demand that he 'service' her, in the crudest of terms, he felt like he could
die happy. He began to have an erection as he thought of his beautiful wife standing
over him in one of her thin silk teddies, demanding he perform sex act after lewd sex
act on her.... and he sighed loudly as his fantasy unwound in his mind.  Then he
thought, 'Damn...I counsel tons of people on their sex life, why can't I ask Carol for
what I want?'

     Carol was slowly brushing her hair, seated at her dressing table.  She heard
Bob's sigh.  She could feel Bob's eyes locked on her body and she felt her small
nipples begin to harden and become increasingly sensitive as her excitement grew. 
She looked up at Bob in the mirror and enjoyed the way he stared at her.  In
her mind, she fantasized about Bob walking over, scooping her up, throwing her on
the bed, tearing her silk nighty off as he ravished her forcefully.  Forcing her to do all
the nasty things she has always refused to do.

     She sighed and put her brush down meeting Bob's eyes for an instant.  They both
recognized the lust in each other's eyes and they both hoped....

     She broke the reverie and moved to their large bed.  Bob moved to join her,
turning out the lights.  He pulled her gently into his arms feeling her soft body meet
his, feeling his partial erection press into her.  Their lips met, softly, then lightly
exploring, waiting for the other to make the next move. 

     After a few seconds, as he had done for the ten years of their marriage, Bob gave
up on Carol taking the initiative and his hands wandered gently, if somewhat
predictably, to her lovely breasts, freeing them from her nighty for his hands and
mouth and tongue to explore lingeringly. They were full and soft and warm in his
hands. He loved that feeling. Her skin was so smooth and soft under his fingers. He
suckled first one turgid nipple then the other, his tongue a live thing on and around
those swollen sensitive tips. Carol loved this and shortly she gasped softly, and her
entire body stiffened as she had one of her small orgasms.  Bob instantly stopped his
manipulation of her hard nipples, letting her come down from her brief flight. 

     When her breath returned to normal, his gentle hands spread her long trim legs
and his fingers trailed lightly around and over her delightful mound of venus.  Bob's
fingers slowly explored her swollen outer labia with a feather touch, then finding the
rising moisture within.  His fingers moved higher, lightly brushing her erect clitoris. It
took only a moment of Bob's manipulation until Carol stiffened again and had her
second mini-orgasm.  Bob froze, once more, waiting for her recovery.  Carol thought,
and wanted to scream, 

     'no damn it, don't stop... oh please... just once... don't stop.'
     
     When she stopped shaking, Carol eagerly sought Bob's rigid tool with both hands
and eased it between her engorged outer lips, rubbing it up and down, slowly, from
near her rectum, to her still tingling clitoris.   Then, in a well rehearsed pas-de-deux,
Carol rolled over onto her back, as Bob rolled with her, pressing his maleness slowly
into her warm, wet, inviting sheath.  They both moaned softly from the intimate
pleasure of joining, the wetness, the sexual stretching, the total engulfing of his
member.  After a moment Bob began to move slowly.  Carol's hips rose to meet his
thrusts as they increased in depth and tempo.  It didn't take much of this and they
were both grunting and straining into each other with a vengeance as first Carol
climaxed, followed almost immediately by Bob .... and then ...   collapse.

     Carol smiled to herself, it had been good, very good and very satisfying even ...
yet .... and she remembered another time, another partner making love to her long
ago.... no, he hadn't made love to her, he had fucked her,  hard and rough, non-stop
as she came repeatedly to his pounding, to his loud demands that she squeeze his
cock with her cunt, that she fuck him back. She had loved it and continued to hope...
hope that Bob would somehow know what she wanted, needed..... forget she was a
lady and give it to her...

     Bob rolled over on his back beside her, his tool limp and wet from Carol's and his
mixed juices.  Bob sighed thinking,  hmm good... but if she could just once forget she
is a lady.  What was that old saying, 'a lady in public and a slut in bed', yeah if she
could be his demanding slut in bed.....

     Bob got up and got a warm washcloth and washed Carol gently, lovingly, then as
he returned it to the dirty clothes hamper he cleaned his own limp member.  Back in
bed he cuddled with Carol and said,

     "I love you Carol.  That was great."
     
     "Hmmm I love you too honey, it sure was."

     But Carol was laying there, wondering what Joe might have done in Bob's place. 
She guessed he would be rough, demanding.  She still couldn't believe what had
happened earlier at the restaurant.  She decided it probably would be best not to
mention it to Bob.

    
                    end chapter 1
      


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