A Modern Love Story

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A Modern Love StoryPrologue: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 1My wife, Linda, 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 Linda 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. Linda and I have been married for just over six years. We weren’t c***dhood sweethearts exactly but we have known each other since we were c***dren. 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 Linda 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 braces 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 Linda had been invited to a fancy dress party and their mother had made costumes for them. Sean’s was Sir Lancelot, and Linda’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. Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda was there.She and her boyfriend had planned to go elsewhere but they’d had a big row and he had stormed off. Linda 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 c***dhood 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. Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda was working late from time to time so it wasn’t really a problem. Chapter 2Linda 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’rewatching pornography because of me.” I felt no small degree of embarrassment as I started to answer her. “Well, Linda, 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 u*********sly 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda’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. Linda still appeared to be asleep.”Linda! Wake up! Linda!” 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 Linda; 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. Linda 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. Then 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. Linda 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 Linda 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, Linda? 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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, Linda. You never know, he might even have a dick like the man in the film!”Chapter 3I didn’t know if what I’d said in that moment of intense sexual excitement had registered with Linda 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.Linda 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. Linda 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.Linda 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.”Linda?” She turned round. It was Carl. Carl used to work for the same company as Linda 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, Linda, 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.” Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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.”Linda, 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 Linda 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’re 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 Linda 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.Linda 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 Linda 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, Linda,” 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.Linda 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. Linda 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 4Carl stood up in front of Linda, 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.Linda 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. Linda 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, Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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! Linda 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.”Linda, 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, Linda, 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. Linda 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, Linda, 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. Linda 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. Linda 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, Linda’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. Linda 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 Linda, 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!) Linda 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. Linda 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, Linda. 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. Linda 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. Linda’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. Linda 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, “Linda, you are fantastic! And to think I only went to the party because I had nothing better to do.” You and me both, thought Linda, 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 Linda’s distended opening and got to his feet. She sat up and swung her legs round. “Linda, 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 Linda 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 5As 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. Linda 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, Linda, 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!” Linda 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, Linda, 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. Linda 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, Linda. 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, Linda, 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,” canlı kaçak iddaa 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, Linda,” 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 Linda’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 Linda’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 Linda’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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda, 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?” Linda 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, Linda? 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!” Linda 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, Linda?””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, Linda, 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 Linda 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.Linda 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 Linda’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 Linda 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 6In 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. Linda was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every opportunity. Maybe Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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, Linda. 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.Linda 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, Linda.” 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,” Linda 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, Linda?” My stomach was churning as I waited for her answer. “I don’t want it to stop, Ben, if that’s what you’re asking.” Linda 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. Linda 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, Linda.” 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 Linda 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.Linda’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 Linda 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 Linda, 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 Linda 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 7As 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda into the restaurant and walked up to Carl.”Hello, Carl, so sorry we’re late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Linda! Oh! How stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don’t you?” Carl’s jaw dropped, his face was ashen. Linda 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 Linda, I had not said it was a lunch for two! Just then the waiter came up. Neither Carl, nor Linda 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. Linda 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,” Linda blushed again, “but occasionally, I would like to be present!” My throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I made this confession. Linda 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 Linda. “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 Linda. 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, Linda being with you.” Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda. “How do you feel about it, Linda?” 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, Linda, it won’t be a problem for me, that’s for sure.” Linda 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. Linda, catching the mood at once, did likewise. “The Bermuda Triangle.” I wasn’t about to be outdone, either. “Trafalgar Triangle!”It was Linda that asked the inevitable question. “Surely you mean square?””No, Linda, 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 Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda. 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 Linda’s words began to register. I tried to speak calmly. “So what did he say to you, Linda?””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, Linda.””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. Linda was already aware of this and now, following our lunch, so too, was Carl. Linda 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 Linda some undies for the following night. It was as if I was gift-wrapping Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda. 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. Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda 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. “Linda,” 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. Linda 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, Linda, 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, Linda, 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 Linda 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, Linda. 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda. 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 Linda 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, Linda, you look so gorgeous, I could give you one here and now! What do you think, Carl?” Linda 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, Linda. And I can see just what Ben means!”I looked at Linda sitting next to me. She was looking at Carl. “Perhaps I ought to change places with Carl. Would you like that, Linda?”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 8Carl 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 Linda’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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda’s intimate fragrance. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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! Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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.Linda 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. Linda 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.Linda 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 Linda 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 want whilst watching someone else fuck Linda; why I didn’t want to fuck her myself. I wish I knew. Linda 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 Linda and Carl were sleeping, but it was obvious that neither was asleep. From the regular tempo and from Linda’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 Linda’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. Linda’s nipples were quite prominent whilst Carl was clearly sporting another erection. I put the tray down and kissed Linda. 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 Linda’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 Linda’s legs. As I turned round to shut it, Linda 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 9Carl 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 Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda goodbye, gave her breast a soft squeeze and then he was gone. Linda 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, Linda.””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, Linda, 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. Linda 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. Linda was still asleep. She had made herself more comfortable and was lying down along the length of the sofa. Her left leg was d****d 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. Linda 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 Linda, 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 c***dhood. 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 10A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. On Friday nights Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda’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. Linda and Carl returned from Paris at about eight. He came in carrying Linda’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, Linda, 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 Linda 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.Linda 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 Linda was already awake and was staring at the ceiling. I kissed her and she started to cry. “What’s the matter, Linda?””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, Linda?””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 Linda, 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 Linda, 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 Linda.””Go on.””Well Ben, it’s like this. Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 güvenilir casino 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. Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda’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.Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda. 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 Linda’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. Linda 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 12I 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 Linda 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, Linda, 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, Linda, 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, Linda.””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 Linda 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, Linda, 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, Linda. Look, what you just did was great but you don’t have to do it.””What do you mean, Ben?” “Linda, 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, Linda. 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, Linda, 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. “Linda, 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, Linda. 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, Linda! 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, Linda.” “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, Linda, 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, Linda, 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, Linda, 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. s**ttered 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 Linda 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, Linda!” 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, Linda, 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda.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 Linda’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, Linda?” 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. Linda 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 13We were getting ready to go out that evening and I decided I’d try again to make amends. “Linda, 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. Linda, 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 Linda, 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. Linda carried on applying the polish.”Hello, Linda,” he said, “You look nice!” He looked at me and grinned. “Evening, Ben!”Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda’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 Linda’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, Linda, 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.Linda and I went out on the terrace and sat down at the table, having first pulled three chairs together. I turned to Linda 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 Linda. 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 Linda. My hand was now so high on Linda’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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda moved in bed.Chapter 14We had woken up to the sound of rain. Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda, 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. Linda 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 Linda up. It was a bit crass.” “Carl, you don’t need to apologise. You know what Linda 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. Linda’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 Linda 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! Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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! Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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.”Linda,” 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. Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda, 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda’s lubrication, until only his bulbous crown remained in her. I marvelled at Linda’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 Linda 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 Linda and Carl gave voice to their sensual delight. Linda’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. Linda 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 Linda 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 15Linda 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 Linda 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.Linda 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. Linda 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 s*******n 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 Linda commanded.We decided to go for a swim and so we picked our way down to the water’s edge. Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda’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. Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda 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.Linda 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 d****d 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. Linda’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 16We 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. Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda was this attractive!” Linda 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?” Linda 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?” Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda, 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. “Linda,” 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, Linda. 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 Linda. “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, Linda. You certainly made Jeff’s day, anyway. He said you were the nicest thing he’s seen since he arrived.”Linda 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 Linda would have to jump for it.We were thus treated to the occasional glimpse of fanny as well as seeing her breasts jiggling. Linda, 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 Linda 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 17The 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, Linda’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. güvenilir casino 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.Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda.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. Linda, 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 Linda, 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.Linda recovered quickly and turned to look at me. Her eyes had that usual aprŠs-sex sparkle but there was also a broad grin on her face. Something had struck her as funny. “All right then, Linda, 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, Linda, 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, Linda. 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 Linda. “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, Linda.””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, Linda. 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. “Linda, 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. Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda had been mistaken; it wasn’t Jeff. She realised it too. “Something tells me that you don’t like him, Linda.”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, Linda?””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 Linda 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, Linda?” 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, Linda, 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 18And 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 Linda. “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 Linda 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.” Linda gestured to him with her hand. Sharon looked at him with renewed interest and smiled. Then she spoke again to Linda in what she imagined to be an undertone. “Oh right. But to be honest, Linda, 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.” Linda’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, Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda. 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. Linda’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 Linda 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, Linda?””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, Linda. 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 Linda. 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. Linda 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!”Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda seemed less affectionate to me, on the contrary. However there were worrying signs that there was more to the relationship between Linda 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. Linda 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. Linda 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 19We were on our way to the airport. I felt really sad and wished that I had not rejected Linda’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.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 Linda. “Linda, 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 Linda 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 Linda’s side. When he saw me look back he cupped her breast with his hand as if laying claim to her body. Linda 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 Linda 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. Linda, 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda. 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 Linda to an arrogant self-centred bastard who had a big cock, but fuck-all else? And to think that Linda 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 Linda 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, Linda. 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 Linda 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, Linda, no! We don’t have to separate. I love you, Linda! 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? Linda 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 Linda wouldn’t hear me.I suddenly felt her hands on my head. I opened my eyes and Linda 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. “Linda,” 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, Linda. 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, Linda.””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, Linda?” 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. “Linda,” 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!””Linda, 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, Linda, 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! “Linda, 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 Linda, he doesn’t matter any more. You do! I don’t care what you’ve done. I adore you, Linda. 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, Linda, 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. Linda 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 20Things were gradually returning to normal. Linda 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 c***d.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 Linda 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 Linda’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 WishesCarl.ps Jeff asked me to pass on his regards to Linda.’ 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 Linda 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 Linda’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 Linda 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 Linda’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 Linda. His prick hung down over her face. Linda 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. Linda 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 Linda’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 Linda 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, Linda 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 Linda had agreed to be videoed with him for love, not because she was a tart!Chapter 21The 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 Linda was unaware she was being filmed. She was sitting at the table on the terrace with Carl. They were talking.”So, Linda, 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, Linda, 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, Linda, 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.”Linda 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, Linda. 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, Linda.””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, Linda.” 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 Linda’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, Linda.” And then he was beckoning to someone. Jeff suddenly appeared! He was naked. “Well, Linda, 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. “Linda, 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, Linda, 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, Linda? 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?” Linda’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 Linda’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 Linda’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 Linda’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, Linda,” 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. Linda 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 Linda and I have never been happier. I love Linda 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 Linda’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 Linda 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 Linda 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.

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