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                 A Modern Love Story Chapter 17 to 21 and Epilogue.

                        By

                     Octavian

(This is the last instalment of a previously posted complete story. It has been
reposted into smaller segments to make for easier downloading. 
It is recommended that you read the three earlier instalments before embarking
on this, the final part of the story.) 

Chapter 17
 
     The 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, Kelly'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. 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. Kelly 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. Kelly 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 Kelly. 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. Kelly, 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 Kelly, 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.
    Kelly recovered quickly and turned to look at me. Her eyes had that usual 
après-sex sparkle but there was also a broad grin on her face. Something had 
struck her as funny. 
   "All right then, Kelly, 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, Kelly, 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, Kelly. 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 Kelly. "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, Kelly."
   "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, Kelly. 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. "Kelly, 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. Kelly 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. 
    Kelly 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. Kelly had been mistaken; 
it wasn't Jeff.  She realised it too. 
   "Something tells me that you don't like him, Kelly."
    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, Kelly?"
   "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 Kelly 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, Kelly?"  
    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, Kelly, 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 18
       
    And 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 Kelly. "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 Kelly 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." Kelly gestured to him with her hand. 
    Sharon looked at him with renewed interest and smiled. Then she spoke again 
to Kelly in what she imagined to be an undertone. "Oh right. But to be honest, 
Kelly, 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." Kelly'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, Kelly 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. Kelly 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 Kelly. 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. Kelly'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 Kelly 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, Kelly?"
   "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, Kelly.  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 Kelly. 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. Kelly 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!"
    Kelly 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 Kelly 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.  
    Kelly 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 Kelly seemed less affectionate to me, on the contrary.  However there were 
worrying signs that there was more to the relationship between Kelly 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. Kelly 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. Kelly 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 19

    We were on our way to the airport. I felt really sad and wished that I had not 
rejected Kelly'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. But 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 Kelly. "Kelly, 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 
Kelly 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 Kelly's side. When he saw me look back he 
cupped her breast with his hand as if laying claim to her body. Kelly 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 Kelly 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. Kelly, 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 Kelly 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 Kelly 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 Kelly 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 Kelly 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 Kelly. 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 
Kelly to an arrogant self-centred bastard who had a big cock, but fuck-all else? 
And to think that Kelly 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 
Kelly 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, 
Kelly. 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 Kelly 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, Kelly, no!  We don't have to separate. I love 
you, Kelly! 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? Kelly 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 Kelly wouldn't hear me.
    I suddenly felt her hands on my head. I opened my eyes and Kelly 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. "Kelly", 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, Kelly. 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, Kelly."
   "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, Kelly?"  
    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!  "Kelly," 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!"
   "Kelly, 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, Kelly, 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!  "Kelly, 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 Kelly, he doesn't 
matter any more. You do! I don't care what you've done. I adore you, Kelly. 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, Kelly, 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. Kelly 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 20

     Things were gradually returning to normal. Kelly 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 child.
   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 Kelly 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 Kelly'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 Wishes
        Carl.
        ps  Jeff asked me to pass on his regards to Kelly.' 
   
    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 Kelly 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 Kelly'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 Kelly 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 Kelly'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 Kelly. His prick hung down 
over her face. Kelly 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. Kelly 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 Kelly'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 Kelly 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, Kelly 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 Kelly had agreed 
to be videoed with him for love, not because she was a tart!






















Chapter 21

    The 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 Kelly was unaware she was being filmed. 
She was sitting at the table on the terrace with Carl. They were talking.
   "So, Kelly, 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, Kelly, 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, Kelly, 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."
    Kelly 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, Kelly. 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, Kelly."
   "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, Kelly."  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 Kelly'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, Kelly." And then he was beckoning to someone. Jeff suddenly 
appeared! He was naked. "Well, Kelly, 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. "Kelly, 
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, Kelly, 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, Kelly? 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?"  
    Kelly'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 Kelly'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 Kelly'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 Kelly'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, Kelly," 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. Kelly 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 
Kelly and I have never been happier. I love Kelly 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 Kelly'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 Kelly 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 Kelly 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.
        'Dear Mr Brown
        Just a short note to say how impressed I am with your company, and in
        particular with Mr Dave Parker. He was the model of tidiness and was very
        conscientious.
        He was also very reliable and is indeed a credit to your organisation. 
        I would be happy to recommend your company to anyone.' 
 
    It wasn't so much the letter that surprised him. Brown & Co had received such 
letters before. It was the signature at the end of the letter. She had signed it  
'Kelly Mayhew'.  
                    					
The End 

                           (C)  An Empty Enterprise

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