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                  A Modern Love Story, Chapters 1 to 5
 						
                           By						

                        Octavian

(This is the first of four instalments of a completed and previously posted story.
It has been reposted in smaller segments to make for easier downloading.)

Prologue

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


Chapter 1

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






Chapter 2

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
















Chapter 3

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

















Chapter 4

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










Chapter 5

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

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


(Three further instalments to follow. If you liked this story,(or even if you didn't!)
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