A Modern Love Story
Octavian
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Chapter 8
Carl and I changed places. My glass was nearly empty so I fetched another beer in from the kitchen. By the time I'd returned they were already kissing. I sat down fully aware of the pounding in my chest and of my racing pulse. No! Don't let me have a heart attack. Not now, please! But it was just the excitement of the moment. In front of my very eyes, no more than a few feet away, my beautiful wife was about to have sex with her lover!
Carl's hand was already gently caressing Kelly's left breast. Her hand was touching his face whilst the other was resting on his thigh. They were kissing each other with real passion. He began to knead her breasts, feeling for her nipples, and gently squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top.
Thin as it was, it was too thick for Carl, and his hand slipped under the material in order to stroke the soft smooth skin of her breasts and to tease her rigid nipples. Then he slid her top up, thereby exposing both breasts in full. The top was rucked up around her neck so she quickly slipped it off completely. He changed position slightly so that he could kiss her nipples and as he was doing this Kelly was looking directly at me.
She was still fairly composed although I noticed that she was already breathing more heavily. She was trying to gauge my reaction and she smiled when she saw the thin material of my trousers struggling to contain my erection. However, her expression gradually began to reflect her own increasing sexual arousal. He was still sucking at her nipples and she was still softly stroking his hair, but by now Carl's hand was on the inside of her knee.
I was transfixed as I watched it glide up her inner thigh. She had parted her legs a little, so as to make it easier for him, but his movement was causing the clinging fabric of her skirt to be stretched. Kelly solved the problem by lifting her bottom and pulling up the skirt so that she was no longer sitting on it.
Although she was still looking in my direction, her eyes were now half closed, and it was clear I was no longer registering in her vision. She was too pre-occupied with her own sexual pleasure. Carl's hand was exactly where they both wanted it to be and all that separated his fingers from her warm wetness was the thin white cotton. He could feel the outline of her labia lips, could even feel them separating as he pressed the damp material against her. He whispered something in her ear and she immediately raised herself from the sofa for a moment. He grasped her panties and slid them down her thighs. She then sank back in the sofa, and raised her feet off the ground. Carl pulled them down the rest of the way and removed them completely.
He noticed the words for the first time and smiled. Then he held them to his face and inhaled Kelly's intimate fragrance. Kelly now parted her legs and both Carl and I were treated to an unhindered view of her dark triangle. Except that it was no longer a triangle! No wonder she had been so long in the bathroom! She had trimmed her pubic hair in the shape of a heart and in addition she had removed all the hair either side of her pink and succulent labia. It was a real work of art.
Possibly interested in such art but undoubtedly keen on the canvas on which it was painted Carl gently pressed his palm against her pubic creation, and his fingers began to play in her wetness. His thick middle finger disappeared into her and I saw Kelly close her eyes for a fleeting moment. He withdrew his finger and I could see it was already coated with her lubrication. He put it in his mouth and sucked it.
Then he penetrated her with two fingers, moving them around inside her, and stretching her in different directions. She let out an involuntary groan and once more closed her eyes. As he removed his fingers she opened them again. She was looking at him as he put his fingers to his lips. He smiled and offered them to her.
She delicately touched the tip of his finger with the tip of her tongue. She seemed to like the taste because she then took the whole finger in her mouth. And then she licked his other finger. She had no sooner released them than they were again inserted into her entrance. And a minute or so later they were back in her mouth and she had to start all over again!
He now knelt down in front of her and positioned himself between her legs. Before he bent down to lick her he reached up for her skirt and removed it. As she sat down again she moved closer to the edge of the seat and spread her legs. Carl bent forwards and inserted his tongue into her opening.
The room was alive to the sound of his slurping and her whimpering. I had to undo my zip and hold my cock. After ten minutes or so, during which Kelly must have climaxed twice, Carl lifted his face from her fragrant wetness and kissed her full on her lips, his tongue darting into her mouth. Then she got to her feet. She was totally naked apart from her necklace and her shoes. She looked ravishing!
Kelly told Carl to stand up and she unbuttoned his casual shirt and removed it. Then she dropped to her knees and proceeded to take off his shoes and socks. She unfastened the catch at the top of his trousers, unzipped him and pulled them down. He kicked them off and stood there wearing only his Calvin Klein's. Kelly kissed his imposing bulge and then she eased them down until he was able to step out of them. He was now as naked as she was.
I had seen Carl's erect prick before, of course, but I'd never seen it from such close proximity and in such good light. The crown had an almost velvety texture whilst the shaft was veined marble. It was magnificently erect, proudly standing out from his stomach. It was threatening, malevolent even, yet at the same time, it promised untold sexual pleasure. She asked him to sit down on the edge of the sofa. Carl and I both knew why. She was going to fellate him.
He sat down where indicated and looked at Kelly as she moved between his legs. He was eagerly anticipating that moment when he would feel her lips and tongue on his sensitive crown. But before her mouth was otherwise occupied, she turned round to look at me. She silently shaped the words, 'I love you,' and then she turned back to his immense organ. I watched her hold his thickness and press her face against it whilst she gently caressed his testicles.
I watched her hand gently traveling up and down his smooth column. I watched her lick him from the forest of black hair at the base of the shaft to the underside of the bulbous head. And I watched her finally take the head into her mouth and begin to suck it. It was no good; I had to take my trousers off, and my shirt followed.
Kelly had seen some movement out of the corner of her eye and she let go of his cock in order to see what it was. She smiled when she saw that I, too, was now naked and she returned to the job in hand, or more accurately, mouth. I sat back in my chair, gave them my rapt attention, and slowly masturbated.
Carl now took the initiative and they changed position. Kelly was now lying on her back, her knees almost level with her shoulders and with her arms round her thighs. Her hands were at the lips of her labia and she was clearly trying to make her make her opening as large as possible to allow his cock easier access. He positioned himself above her entrance and began the blissful task of gaining entry.
Kelly was already whimpering as she felt him pressing against her. He pushed again and slid a third of the way in. It was not easy to enter her, wet as she was, but she was beside herself and she pleaded with him not to stop. Another push, another groan and Carl's cock had fully penetrated her. She was quite tight, so he started very carefully, withdrawing slowly, delighting in the sensation as her inner lips clung to his shaft, and then sinking back into her depths until he could feel her pubic hair at the base of his cock. He was gradually increasing the tempo and then when his cock was in her as deep as it was possible to be, he suddenly stopped. He turned to look at me.
"So, you like watching me fuck your wife?"
It was evident from my erection that I did, but I still nodded.
He continued in the same vein. "And she likes me fucking her, you can tell."
"Come on, Carl." Her voice was soft but there was an implicit urgency about it. She had raised her legs to present more of herself to him. She was desperate for him to continue. And continue he did. Despite the adjuration on her panties it was not a gentle fuck; it was an urgent, powerful, even brutal fuck. And it was exactly what Kelly was longing for. And then, when he was in her up to his balls, he could hold back no longer. Neither could I!
I felt embarrassed. I had jerked off in front of another man. He had been otherwise occupied, of course, but that is exactly what I had done. I was wiping my chest and stomach with a tissue as Carl withdrew his heavy thickness from her and got to his feet. He glanced over at me as he reached for his lager. I pondered on what he might be thinking.
He was probably wondering why I seemed to prefer to wank whilst watching someone else fuck Kelly; why I didn't want to fuck her myself. I wish I knew. Kelly now stood up and slipped her knickers back on, probably so as not to leak on to the sofa. She went out to the kitchen and came back with a mineral water. Carl was already sitting down, his detumescing cock resting on his thigh. She looked at me, and smiled before she went back to the sofa and sat down next to him.
It was now half past eleven and I decided I'd go to bed. I went over to them and kissed her good night. She was positively glowing; the sparkle in her eyes ample evidence of her delight.
"Goodnight, Ben," she said, "See you in the morning."
I went out of the lounge, leaving my semi naked wife alongside her naked lover. I carried Carl's overnight bag upstairs and left it in our bedroom. I headed for the spare room.
I lay in bed and tried to go to sleep. The noises downstairs were not at all loud, but I could tell they were again on the job. Half an hour or so later I heard them come upstairs, and get into bed. I must have drifted off to sleep but something woke me up. There were sounds coming from the bedroom where Kelly and Carl were sleeping, but it was obvious that neither was asleep. From the regular tempo and from Kelly's suppressed groans it was apparent that he was again fucking her. They were trying to keep the noise down but to no avail.
I looked at my watch. It was now three in the morning. What was Carl on for Heaven's sake? He could fuck for England! The tempo increased in speed and Kelly's groans became louder. My hand crept down to my prick. I slowly began to masturbate whilst trying to make sense of what was happening. Why was I lying alone in the spare room, masturbating, whilst a stranger was in my bedroom, in my bed, and in my wife? And why did I find this so arousing? I did not have an answer. I felt the thrill of an approaching ejaculation and was soon asleep.
I woke up at about nine the following morning. There were some noises emanating from their bedroom. They were awake at least. I got up, slipped on my boxers and called out to see if anyone wanted a drink. Both said yes, so I made three cups of tea and brought them in on a tray.
"Morning!"
It was a weird feeling to enter my own bedroom and to find a stranger in our marital bed with my wife. They were lying side by side under a thin sheet that covered them to their waists. Kelly's nipples were quite prominent whilst Carl was clearly sporting another erection. I put the tray down and kissed Kelly. She had that vulnerable sleepy look.
"Morning, Ben," she said. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"
"Not really; but still more than you two managed, I bet." She smiled.
As we were finishing our teas I noticed Carl, surreptitiously stroking Kelly's inner thigh under the sheet. I put the cups back on the tray and as I turned to go out, Carl pulled back the sheet, revealing his proud erection. By the time I reached the door he had already positioned himself between Kelly's legs. As I turned round to shut it, Kelly was in the act of raising her legs to assist his entry. She saw me looking at her and, in a gesture full of tenderness, she put her fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.
Chapter 9
Carl joined me in the kitchen after having showered. He was wearing a short sleeve check shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.
"Hello again, Ben."
"Hi, Carl. Fancy some breakfast?"
"That would be nice, thanks."
There was a silence. It was only the second occasion that we had been alone together and the first real opportunity we'd had to speak since he had arrived the previous evening. Since then, he'd spent most of the intervening time in intimate contact with my wife. In theory there must have been a number of relevant topics, about which we could have meaningfully conversed. In practice, I was too embarrassed and too self-conscious to broach the subject. I assumed Carl would be similarly reticent. However he seemed totally relaxed when he spoke.
"You know, Ben, I really didn't know what to expect when I came over. In fact I was seriously considering not going through with it at all." He paused slightly and then he continued, "But I'm really glad that I did."
"I'm pleased to hear it." I carried on preparing the breakfast.
"It was an incredible night. You're a very lucky man, Ben. Not only is Kelly absolutely gorgeous and a nice person with it, but she's a fabulous fuck too!" It was a compliment to be sure, but one that would have prompted most men to start a fight! Carl was oblivious and he carried on regardless. "And you're a nice guy, Ben, as well as being very generous."
"I agree that I'm lucky, Carl," I said, "but I wouldn't say I'm generous. I love Kelly very much indeed, and when you love someone, you like to give them what they want. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the sentence. Kelly appeared.
She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good morning. She had that sparkle in her eyes again. The three of breakfasted together and chatted like old friends.
Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands.
"Bye, Ben. Thanks for a great evening!"
He kissed Kelly goodbye, gave her breast a soft squeeze and then he was gone. Kelly put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.
"Well, Ben?" she asked.
I couldn't answer her straight away because there seemed to be a lump in my throat. I managed to compose myself. "You've no idea how much I love you, Kelly."
"I do know, Ben, and I feel exactly the same way about you." She didn't need to articulate the words. I could see it in her eyes. She kissed me again and then she looked questioningly at me. Her voice had that soft soothing tone. "But you can see why I'm sexually attracted to him, can't you?"
"Not really!" I paused, "OK, so he's hung like a horse and can go on for ever... but what else can he do?" I tried to look serious but my smile gave the game away.
"Oh Ben!" She pulled me to her and cuddled me.
We kissed once more. "Anyway, since we are on the subject, did you enjoy yourself?"
"I wondered how long it would take you to ask." She smiled at me.
"And are you going to tell me?" It was just a charade. I knew she would.
Her eyes looked straight into mine. "Yes, Ben, I did enjoy it. When it was happening I was enjoying it very much indeed; it was very exciting." She paused, and I saw her frowning. "But, to be honest, thinking about it now, I can't help feeling embarrassed."
"There is absolutely no reason at all for you to feel embarrassed. You were wonderful! You are wonderful!" I waited a moment for my words to sink in. I slid her skirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had nothing on under it. My hands were on her bare buttocks. "God, Kelly, you're such a tart!"
Her face became serious. "Don't get too carried away, Ben. I'm quite sore at the moment. That's why I had to leave them off." She briefly smiled. "You can have too much of a good thing, you know. I've even had to put some Nivea on."
I let her be and a short while later we were in the conservatory, having a coffee. Kelly sat on the cane two-seater sofa whilst I sat in an armchair. The room was pleasantly warm and before long we both began to doze. I awoke with a start. Kelly was still asleep. She had made herself more comfortable and was lying down along the length of the sofa. Her left leg was draped over the armrest, the other was still partially supported by the seat cushion. Her skirt had fully separated and her heart shaped pubis was visible, indeed her whole femininity was now totally exposed.
I couldn't take my eyes off her; she looked so inviting! I crept over and sat on the floor in order to look at her more closely. Her labia lips appeared rather inflamed; as did the skin at the tops of her legs and I could see where she'd applied the Nivea. I moved between her open legs so that I could inhale her fragrance. I fancied that I could even feel her heat on my face. Kelly did not stir but continued to slumber; catching up on the sleep she had sacrificed in order to fuck Carl.
I stood up and looked at the face of my sleeping beauty. I studied her soft features, her flawless skin, her long eyelashes and her dark hair, which had parted to reveal her slender neck. Carl was right. I was a lucky man. I smiled as I compared the way she looked now and the way she had acted last night. How could Kelly, who looked so innocent, be so wanton? How could I, a witness to her wantonness, love her all the more because of it? But I did! Somewhat reluctantly I went back to my chair, sat down and watched over her.
Once more I tried to rationalise my actions. I had encouraged another man to fuck my wife, indeed to make her so sore that she couldn't even wear her knickers! It was odd, really. Some men would feel compelled to kill their wife's lover. I too had a compulsion, but it was a compulsion to encourage him, to make him welcome in our house, hell, even to make him welcome in our bedroom! Was it the same compulsion that drew the moth to the flame? Would it have the same result? How could I know? But I could no more resist my compulsion than could the moth resist the dancing light of the candle.
I continued watching her while she slept. In a way it was a throwback to our childhood. Once again I was Sir Galahad standing guard over my Lady Guinivere and I continued to protect her until she woke up a couple of hours later. My lady was especially affectionate to her loyal knight for the rest of the day. We retired early to our bedchamber but only to catch up on our sleep. Methinks we were both far too fatigued for any more lovemaking
She was also far too sore!
Chapter 10
A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. On Friday nights Kelly would go out with Carl and would stay overnight at his place. I had got used to her weekly absence. I missed her, of course, but I could look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to the established routine when they spent a couple of days in Paris!
Carl had to go there on business and asked her if she'd like to go with him. She asked me if I would have any objection. It meant flying out on the Friday morning and returning on the Saturday evening. In some ways it was not that much different to the normal routine; she just be away for a little bit longer, that's all. Since it was unlikely to happen on a regular basis I agreed.
On the Thursday evening I helped her pack her case. I was naturally interested to see what clothes, and especially what underwear she was taking. There was no doubt that Carl would be pleased with her wardrobe. She wanted an early night because Carl would be round early in the morning and she needed to get up at about six to get herself ready. We went to bed and we held each other in a close embrace. We made love but as was now the norm on Thursday nights, I refrained from ejaculating inside her.
The following morning I went off to work and Kelly went off to Paris. I experienced conflicting emotions. I knew that I'd miss her and yet I couldn't deny it turned me on. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be normal and enjoy Kelly's sexuality directly rather than vicariously?
In the evening I put on some porno but I couldn't get into it. Instead I watched some old comedy videos. I went to bed quite late, and I had a couple of drinks too, but I was still unable to get off to sleep for some time.
I woke up on the Saturday morning, happy that she would be coming home that day, but wishing that I didn't have to wait until that evening. I occupied myself doing odd jobs around the house, finally getting round to fixing the external lights but the hours really dragged.
Kelly and Carl returned from Paris at about eight. He came in carrying Kelly's case, said a quick hello, apologised for having to dash off and then left. She came in and gave me a long loving kiss.
"Have you missed me then, Ben?" she asked in that soft sensual tone I loved to hear.
"Yes, Kelly, I really have. It's strange when you think about it. In theory your being in Paris should have made next to no difference. You're not with me Friday nights anyway and if I have to work late I don't see you from the time I leave on Friday morning until the time you come home on Saturday. But I know where you are and I know I can contact you. But in Paris you were out of reach and because of that, you seemed to be away for much longer. And you know what they say about absence, don't you?" I knew she would be pleased to hear this but it was also true. I asked her if she'd missed me.
She was much more succinct. "Yes, Ben, of course I did." I didn't know if it was just as true, but I was certainly just as pleased to hear it.
I made a cup of tea and gave Kelly a bouquet of flowers I'd bought for her. She asked me what I had been doing with myself. I told her that contrary to what she might be thinking I had actually got round to doing some of the jobs that I had been putting off for ages. She smiled at me as she suggested she should get away on her own more often if that was the result.
She disappeared for a moment and returned carrying a gift-wrapped bottle of Remy Martin, which she gave to me. They say, 'it's the thought that counts', and it's true. It was the thought I most valued, not the expensive brandy. She had thought about me whilst she was in Paris and I was really happy.
Kelly said she would take a relaxing bath and suggested that we have an early night. We were tucked up in bed, her pert bare bum nestling in my lap, when I asked her about her weekend. She had enjoyed herself and the hotel was excellent.
Yesterday they had explored Paris, taking in the Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Last night they went to a cabaret and had eaten out afterwards in Montmartre. They had a late breakfast this morning, had strolled along the Champs Elysees and had then taken a taxi back to their hotel and thence to the airport. She told me that she would like to go back but that she would want it to be with me next time.
She was expecting me to then ask her about her sexual activities and she was pleasantly surprised when I told her I didn't want to know. But I did want to make love to her. She made herself more accessible and I entered her from behind. I guessed she'd be a bit tender, (she had said something about a late breakfast; a euphemism I presumed, meaning that they had been too busy shagging to notice the time) so I was gentle with her. In the event I came quite soon anyway; the inevitable result of two days celibacy! We were still joined when we went to sleep.
In the morning I woke up to see that Kelly was already awake and was staring at the ceiling. I kissed her and she started to cry.
"What's the matter, Kelly?"
"Oh, Ben!"
"Please tell me what's wrong."
"It's not right, Ben. What I'm doing with Carl. It's not
right."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean, Ben? My affair with Carl of
course. I think I should finish it."
"But why, Kelly?"
"Before all this began we were very happy and content with each other. We didn't need anybody else. But now there is Carl. And I feel like I'm cheating on you. I love you Ben, I really do. I don't love Carl, in fact I'm not sure I even like him that much, but there are times when he excites me so much that I would do anything he asked. And then I feel guilty about it when I come home to you. I want it to end before it goes any further."
Once again it was my cock, rather than my brain, that influenced my reply. She was still quietly weeping. I kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears. My voice was very soft.
"Come on Kelly, there's no need to cry. How can you be cheating on me when I know you're with him? And why on earth should you feel guilty? I don't mind what you do as long as it is of your own free will. It would be different if you were being forced to do things that you didn't want to do. I admit I would prefer it if you didn't go away with him anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't stay with him on Friday nights. Look Kelly, a relationship based on love will always be stronger than one based on sex. And ours is based on love. By all means end the affair with him if that's what you wish, but do it for the right reason. Do it because you want to do it, because you've gone off him for example, and not because you think you ought to do it for my sake."
She didn't answer but at least she'd stopped crying. She turned round to kiss me and I felt her hand on my face. She again told me that she loved me. And then she told me something else. She said she wanted me in her mouth.
Chapter 11
"Hello, is that you Ben?" The voice on the phone was familiar. Jane on the switchboard had informed me it was a personal call.
"Yes, who's that?"
"It's Carl. Can you talk?" I got up and shut my office door. I picked up the phone once more.
"I can now."
"Sorry to ring you at work but I wanted to talk to you, rather than Kelly."
"Go on."
"Well Ben, it's like this. Kelly might have told you I've just bought a villa in Majorca. I needed to spend some money before the taxman got his hands on it." He laughed. "It's got two bedrooms and they've each got an en-suite. It's very private and it's got its own pool. Well, I'm going to be out there for most of September and... well, I was wondering if you and Kelly fancied coming out. There'd be no cost to you, a bit of food and drink maybe, and of course your air fare."
I told him it sounded very attractive. He gave me the dates and I said I would call him back. I felt a frisson of excitement. If the villa was as private as Carl said, we could do anything that took our fancy. And I needed a holiday. We had originally planned to be away in Spring but that had been cancelled because of the take-over battle.
I knew we wouldn't be able to take a month, but we could have two weeks. I checked my diary. The first two weeks were definitely out. The last two weeks were okay. Oh bollocks! There was an important presentation on the Wednesday of the second week. It was to a new client and we had already postponed it once. Maybe I could still get out of it. I explained the situation to Paul, acknowledging that it was at rather short notice.
"It's going to be difficult, Ben. Giles will be on his honeymoon." I put my hand to my forehead. I'd forgotten that. And he was the only one who could deputise for me. "Really, Ben, I ought not to let you go at such short notice, but because you gave up your holiday earlier I will agree to it on one condition. If I cannot get a stand-in, you have to agree to return, and if that is the case, we'll pick up all your travel costs."
He was being fair and I couldn't really argue. He could have refused permission for me to go in the first place because I hadn't given him sufficient notice. Yet not only did he agree I could go, but he was also prepared to pay for a return ticket if I had to return. Kelly had no such problems and could take any two weeks. Accordingly I phoned Carl and said we'd be out for the last two weeks. During our conversation I discovered that we would all be coming back on the same flight.
And then the bad news! My presence would be required in the office on the Wednesday week after all. And since we were due to fly home on the Friday there seemed very little point in my going back. Kelly said that she would come home with me but I told her not to bother. She might as well come back with Carl three days later. It was bad enough that I should have to cut short my holiday; why spoil hers, too?
We were in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport, on the Saturday waiting to catch an early evening flight to Palma. Kelly was wearing a sleeveless lilac broderie anglaise blouse, and a matching plain short skirt. The lilac effect was complemented by the mauve nail polish she had applied to her fingers and to her toenails.
She was already quite tanned from sunbathing in the garden the previous weekend, in fact she would not have looked out of place had she been in the arrivals hall, having just returned from her holiday. But hers was about to start and she was excited. She kept turning to look at the departures board, trying to see if our flight had been called and with every movement of her head, her long dark hair would bounce on her shoulders.
But the commencement of our long delayed holiday wasn't the only reason for Kelly's happy frame of mind. There was the not insignificant fact that that Carl would be there. She hadn't seen him for three weeks now and had missed the sheer intensity of their physical relationship. She was looking forward to 'sleeping' with him that night.
Kelly and I had provisionally agreed that she would alternate her nights with Carl and me, a sort of adult timeshare really! The departures board was now showing a gate for our flight. We picked up our bags and arrived there just as the plane had begun to board. We were only twenty minutes late departing and after an uneventful flight we landed at Palma. We grabbed a trolley and joined the milling crowd in the baggage hall. And before very long we were out in the main area.
Carl was already there to meet us and he had a broad welcoming smile on his face as we came up to him. He put his arms around Kelly as he kissed her and then he shook my hand. We made the usual small talk that everyone seems to engage in at airports; how was the flight; how has the weather been, etc. And then we followed him out to his car.
Even though it was quite late in the evening, the temperature had not really dropped and as we stepped outside the air-conditioned terminal building, the sultriness was surprising. It was somewhat oppressive and the atmosphere was not rendered more pleasant by the occasional whiff of kerosene. However his car was not too far away and we were soon on our way to his villa, not much more than one hour distant.
It was completely dark by the time we arrived. Carl zapped the electric gates and we drove in. The drive was about a hundred meters long and at its end was the single-story villa. As we approached it, sensors switched on the exterior lights illuminating the surprising amount of greenery and colour that contrasted with the white painted facade.
Carl unlocked the wide front door that opened into the lounge. We walked in, our footsteps resounding on the beige ceramic tiled floor. The lounge was quite large and contained a sofa, an easy chair and a small dining table with four chairs. At the far end was the kitchen, and a line of work surfaces delineated the change of use. A door led out from the kitchen to a terraced area on the right, where the swimming pool was situated.
The bedrooms were located either side of the lounge. Carl's was on the right hand side as we entered. He was thus able to overlook the pool and the terrace from his bedroom window. Carl ushered us into the other bedroom and left us to unpack.
The room was a narrower than the lounge but about the same length. It had a double aspect with windows at the front and at the side. At the far end was a door leading into the en-suite. The walls were finished in the ubiquitous Spanish white rough textured style. On each side of the ample double bed was a small low bedside unit, which matched the dark wood of the two freestanding solid looking wardrobes.
There was a matching dressing table with a large mirror, around the edge of which, was a built in light. The en-suite bathroom was more than adequate. There was a bidet, a large hand basin and a toilet all in white china with ornate brass accessories. In the corner was a shower cubicle with a bronze screen. The lighting in the bathroom was very bright, in sharp contrast to the subdued wall lighting of the bedroom.
We finished unpacking the cases and went out to the terrace, where Carl was already seated. The lighting on the terrace was also subdued, two small lamps on the wall providing what little overhead light there was. The underwater lights in the pool were all that illuminated the terrace at that end. Carl was already enjoying a cold beer and he fetched two more from the fridge when we joined him.
With the luggage unpacked, our clothing put away and with the cold beers in front of us I felt the holiday had finally started. It had been a long day, the traveling had been tiring and it was great to be able to unwind. I sat back contentedly in the chair deeply inhaling the warm night air, scented as it was with the aroma of basil and oregano. In the distance I could see the lights of a small village and in the blackness above us the stars were gleaming.
Kelly finished her drink and said that she would take a shower to freshen up. Carl and I remained on the balcony and had another beer. He told me a little bit about the area. We were not far from Cala d'Or in the southeast part of Majorca. He also told me about a couple of places that we might want to visit. Twenty minutes later, Kelly returned. She was wearing a pale green camisole, matching high cut panties, and some sling backs. Despite the low lighting I could discern her dark shadow through the gossamer fabric of her panties. She really did look fantastic. I asked her if she'd like another drink.
"No thanks, Ben." She was looking directly at Carl, and in a sultry voice she said, "What I'd really like, is to say 'hello' to Carl properly." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked back into the villa. She had never looked more provocative.
Carl glanced at me and made as if to shrug his shoulders, but his expression could not conceal his delight. As he got up to follow her, he looked at me and said, "How can I refuse?" An afterthought occurred to him as he reached the door. "Help yourself to a beer when you want, Ben. There's plenty in the fridge. Just make yourself at home."
I went in to get one, just as Carl was about to close his bedroom door. I caught a glimpse of Kelly. She was already lying on his bed.
I went back to my chair on the terrace. It was very quiet. There were hardly any sounds from the road below; an odd motorbike or car but that was all. Spanish villas are designed to be cool; they are not designed to absorb sound. The solid glazed floors tend to reflect and even to amplify sound. The windows of the villa were open, and the sounds emanating from Carl's bedroom were carried to me in the balmy night air.
I knew what they were doing even though I could not see them. I heard their low voices, the odd laugh, and then the quiet before Kelly's whimpers became audible. Insistent repetitive whimpers, moreover, that gradually increased in frequency and in volume. A whimper that became a cry, and a cry that rent the night air as she climaxed.
I must have fallen asleep out on the terrace. I looked at my watch when I woke up and I realised that I had been sitting out there for two hours! I had to get to bed. As I entered the villa I noticed that Carl had opened his bedroom door, presumably to allow the cooler evening air to circulate.
When I'd been sitting out on the terrace I was under some cover and I hadn't realised that a full moon had risen. It was now shining through the open bedroom window, bathing them in moonlight. They were fast asleep on top of the covers. Carl was naked. Kelly had kept her camisole on but her matching panties were nowhere to be seen. His hand was casually resting on her thigh. Her hand was loosely holding his flaccid penis.
Chapter 12
I woke up early the next morning. I was going to make some tea but I could hear noises from Carl's bedroom and it was obvious that they were at it again. So I decided I'd wait a while. I must have dozed off because the next moment Kelly was in my bed saying, "Rise and shine, or at least rise!" Her hand was around my cock. She kissed me, her tongue immediately in my mouth.
"Morning, Kelly, did you have a good night?"
"Hello, Ben. Yes I did, thank you, and now you're going to have a good morning!" She started to stroke my cock and it began to stiffen. When she was happy that it was hard enough, she straddled me and lowered herself onto it. She was very loose and very, very wet. Try as I might there was absolutely no friction and there was no way that I could achieve a climax. I was aware of the increasing wetness around the base of my cock.
"It's no good, Kelly, I'm sorry but I can't come like this." She got off me and lay on her back, spreading her legs. I looked at her open, wet and well-used fanny. I reinserted my sticky length into her and as I thrust away I knew that it wasn't going to work this way either. She was just far too loose.
She knew too. "Don't worry, Ben." I withdrew from her and lay down alongside her.
"Sorry, Kelly."
"That's alright," she said and she moved down to take me in her mouth, despite the fact that it was liberally coated with Carl's semen. I watched our reflection in the mirror. She was trying to bring me off with her hand, whilst she continued to suck me. But she was beginning to tire.
I reached down and covered her hand with my own. Knowing what I was about to do she removed her hand. Taking care not to hit Kelly in the face, I began to masturbate. It wasn't long before I was ejaculating in her mouth. She waited until I'd finished before she reached for a tissue and emptied her mouth into it. We turned on our sides to face each other and we kissed. Her mouth still tasted of my semen.
Her voice was very soft when she spoke. "I'm not going to leave you out, you know."
"I know you're not, Kelly, but you don't have to worry about me, honestly." I paused. "When you're with him I usually jerk-off, anyway."
"You must want more than that."
"Not really, Kelly. Look, what you just did was great but you don't have to do it."
"What do you mean, Ben?"
"Kelly, I know it's hard to understand. In fact I'm still not sure that I fully understand it myself, even after all these weeks. All the same, I'll try and explain it to you. I really love you, Kelly. I love you because of the person you are. I love your sense of humour, I love you because of your sympathetic nature, and I love the way you radiate happiness wherever you go. I know that you try to make me happy and in that respect you really do succeed. I could not be happier, honestly. And you've got so much patience and tolerance, far more than anyone I've ever known. Then there's the physical side. You are absolutely gorgeous to look at and you have a wonderful body. Making love to you is fantastic. Oral sex with you is out of this world. I could never tire of the taste of your fanny and I adore the way you suck me and let me cum in your mouth. I could go on even more, Kelly, but I assume you've got the picture."
I moved slightly and eased my hand between her upper thighs. In this position my fingers could bathe in her wetness. "Kelly, I want you to know that as far as I'm concerned you're perfect. But, and this is the crucial point, certain things are so perfect, that they cry out to be shared with others. Imagine if there was only one record of, say Beethoven's Fifth, and I had it. I would have to play it to someone else so that they would also know that it is a masterpiece.
"I'm not sure what you're driving at."
"It's simple really, Kelly. I think it would be very sad if I were the only person to know how good you are in bed. Fortunately I'm not; Carl knows about you, too. And that in turn excites me. Last night, when you told Carl you wanted him, I saw the delight on his face. Do you know, I felt really proud of you, I really did. And I saw you on his bed afterwards, when you were asleep. You still had your camisole on, but not your knickers. You've no idea how arousing that was. When I went to bed I had to toss myself off. Even talking about it now is having an effect on my cock!" I felt her fingers around it. "See what I mean?"
"Where is this all leading to, Ben?"
"It's simple really. When you think about it, all three of us want the same thing. So, make the most of the opportunity. If you want to fuck him, or if he wants to fuck you, then do it. It doesn't matter whatever else you're doing."
"Whatever else I'm doing?" Her incomprehension was obvious.
"Well, not literally, Kelly! I don't mean if you're shopping in Sainsbury's or whatever the Majorcan equivalent is! I mean when you're here in the villa, even if you're with me. I'll get turned on because I know how much you adore it when he fucks you." My fingers were still inside her. "And I like the results; when you're full of his cum, just like you are now." I got a bit carried away at this juncture. "There can never be too much of it. I want you overflowing with it." I saw her nose wrinkle at the prospect.
"But Ben, when I'm like this I can't even feel you."
"It doesn't matter to me, Kelly."
"Well it does to me! You know, Ben, I was looking forward to our holiday here. I guessed I'd be spending a lot of time on my back but it never occurred to me that it would only be with Carl. I assumed that you'd want to make love to me, too."
"I do, Kelly, honestly."
"I don't think you do, Ben. The reality is you prefer to watch, don't you?" She still had a puzzled expression.
"Well, perhaps sometimes, Kelly, I suppose you could say that, yes." Did I really mean that? It was too late. I'd already said it.
"I wish I could understand you, Ben." And then she began to cry.
"I wish I could understand myself. But I do love you, Kelly, I swear."
She did not answer me but continued to cry silently. The pillow was now wet with her tears. I kissed her wet salty cheek but she told me to leave her alone. I told her I didn't mean to upset her but she ignored me. I kissed her once more and this time she told me to go away. I knew she meant it too; her actual words allowed for no ambiguity. I slipped on some swimming shorts and leaving her in our bedroom, went out to the pool.
I felt really invigorated after swimming a dozen or so lengths. I climbed out and sat on a chair to dry off in the sun. I looked around me. We were situated near the top of a small hill. Carl's villa was in its own large grounds. There was any number of olive trees dotted around. The boundary of the property was fenced and lines of pine trees had been planted to form a screen. His nearest neighbour was some way away on the lower slopes, but only the roof of the building could be seen above the trees.
Carl was correct when he said that his villa was very private. Further away still was the little village whose lights we had seen last night and where, according to Carl, there was a bar that served good food. In the distance, through the shimmering heat haze, the sea was visible. The standard rectangular shaped pool was a good size with a small springboard at one end. Signs indicated that it was two meters deep at this end and one meter deep at the other.
Scattered around the poolside were white plastic sun beds, on which were cushions in a blue and white check. Closer to the house there was a table and four chairs but these were in the shade as above them was a large timbered structure on which a dense bougainvillea was flourishing. The clusters of small cerise flowers were in striking contrast to the azure blue sky. It was a lovely spot, for sure.
A short while later Carl came out on to the terrace. He was naked. He was obviously proud of his body and rightly so. It wasn't just his dick; he had an excellent physique, too. He worked hard in the gym and it showed. But he was also an exhibitionist and he grasped this opportunity to walk around bollock naked. He walked straight past me and dived into the pool. After he'd swum about twenty lengths he climbed out and sauntered towards me.
"That's better," he said. "The water's perfect," he added. He disappeared into the villa but soon re-appeared carrying a tray on which there was fruit juice, croissants and coffee. He was still naked and was to remain that way for most of the time we were at the villa. We were seated at a table drinking coffee when Kelly appeared. She wore only a pair of high cut blue bikini bottoms.
She was looking all around her. "This really is beautiful," she said as she walked towards the pool. Carl agreed but he was thinking about her backside. Her lightly tanned firm rounded cheeks complemented the thin strip of blue material that purported to be a bikini bottom. She was moving in an almost hypnotic way and could not have looked more alluring. She stood at the edge of the pool for a while and then she turned round and sashayed back.
With each step her full breasts gently swayed from side to side. Her nipples were already prominent, coaxed out and then caressed by the soft breeze. The shadow of her dark pubis and the contours of her labia could be seen through the thin blue material of the bikini bottom. She looked incredibly sexy. By the time she sat down Carl was half erect. She looked at him and laughed. "Don't you ever think of anything else, Carl?"
"It's very difficult when you're around, Kelly!" He stood up and went indoors to get another cup of coffee.
She was still upset and in no mood to talk to me. However she was determined to look on the positive side, and to make the most of things. She mentally listed them. One; the villa was perfect. Two; there was not a cloud in the sky. Three; she could still have a good time with Carl. Things weren't that bad, all in all. She sat down with us and took a croissant from the plate. She reached languidly for the jug and poured out an orange juice.
"Well, Kelly, do you like it?" Carl had returned.
"It's wonderful, Carl." She looked up at the blue sky and squinted when her gaze strayed too near the sun. "I could easily get used to this, I really could."
We enjoyed a leisurely alfresco breakfast together. It didn't take long to clear away, to put the juice back in the fridge and to load the dishwasher. When Kelly was satisfied everything was in order she went back outside and made herself comfortable on a sun bed. I hadn't even shaved so I returned to my room. By the time I came out on to the terrace both Carl and Kelly appeared to have nodded off as they basked in the warmth of the sun. Carl had positioned his sun bed quite close to the one occupied by Kelly.
I dived in the pool and swam another few lengths. It is quite a pleasant sensation to swim naked. When I'd had enough I climbed out and prepared for some sun bathing, spreading my towel out on a sun bed. I lay down and closed my eyes, already feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. The only sound was the gentle slap of the water against the sides of the pool and even this was diminishing as the water was gradually returning to its former calm state. The whole effect was soporific and the result was inevitable. It was Kelly's voice that woke me up.
"Carl, you'll no doubt be pleased to hear what Ben said to me this morning." She was making no effort to moderate her voice. She was still angry with me; that much was obvious and it was perfectly clear she had wanted me to hear what she was saying. She continued, "He says that you and I should indulge ourselves whenever we feel like it. It seems," she strongly emphasised the word 'seems', "he prefers to watch." The venom in her words was quite apparent.
"Is that so?" Carl paused for a moment. He continued and this time the question was not rhetorical. "Is that a problem for you, Kelly?" He was trying to sound concerned.
"I don't suppose it is for you, Carl."
"So what would you say, then, if I said that I feel like it right now?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
She thought for a moment and then she laughed. "I think I would say, 'Snap!'"
He did not answer. I waited a while and then I looked at them. They had taken the cushions from their two sun beds to make a double mattress on the ground. Kelly was on her side facing me, her behind nestling into Carl's groin. Her eyes were closed but I knew she was awake. Her bikini bottoms were round one ankle. They were fucking.
It was a slow comfortable fuck; it was too hot for anything else. And when he'd finished it was evident that she'd known all the time I was awake. She just looked at me and the briefest of smiles crossed her face. "Satisfied?" she asked. Then, without waiting for my answer, she again closed her eyes. They were still coupled together when she nodded off.
I had to admit one thing. She had taken notice of what I'd said.
Chapter 13
We were getting ready to go out that evening and I decided I'd try again to make amends. "Kelly, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean it to sound as if I didn't want to have sex with you. I do!"
She was rather offhand. "You have a funny way of showing it, Ben! Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm hardly likely to go short, am I?"
Still hoping that it did matter, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was drying myself when I walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting style and was wearing another halter neck dress, this one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the edge of the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her toenails. Her knee was up by her chin and it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear. "Aren't you putting any knickers on?" I asked.
"Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when I went without. Would you rather I put some on?"
"No Kelly, of course not."
I suppose it was an idiotic thing to have asked. Why should she wear any? It has always been a turn on for me to know she was naked under her dress and I could not imagine Carl complaining. There was a knock on the door and the man himself came in. He was wearing a green checked casual shirt and black chinos. Kelly carried on applying the polish.
"Hello, Kelly," he said, "You look nice!" He looked at me and grinned. "Evening, Ben!"
Kelly affected surprise. "Oh it's you, Carl. I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!" She stood up, still smiling at her own joke. The dress length was halfway up her thigh. As she moved the halter neck revealed in a most tantalising way the sides of her breasts. "Well, how do I look?" she asked us both.
I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and the hem of her dress rose to reveal the very tops of her legs and the beginning of the soft curves of her buttocks. Carl, who was standing behind her, was afforded a delightful view.
We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest hint of a breeze.
A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led the way into the restaurant. The building itself was not very big but there was a reasonable sized terrace on which there were a number of tables, most of which were already occupied. Carl spoke to a waiter and he led us to the one unoccupied table that overlooked the water's edge. There was a reserved sign on it and he promptly removed it. Kelly sat down, carefully holding the hem of her dress. I sat next to her and Carl sat opposite us both.
I looked at the harbour, observing the boats gently rising and falling in the almost imperceptible swell. They ranged in size from small fishing boats to large cabin cruisers, from boats that looked barely sea-worthy to luxurious gin palaces with every conceivable extra.
On some of the latter, people could be seen sitting on deck with drinks in hand, ostensibly ignoring, but perhaps secretly enjoying the envious looks of the ordinary tourists who were trying to ascertain if such ostentatious wealth belonged to anyone they might recognise, a pop-star or a captain of industry. I watched a rather dilapidated fishing boat leave the harbour and I wondered how many hours would pass before it would return.
I heard the waiter say 'Buenos Noches' and I took the proffered menu from him, returning his greeting in my best Spanish. He replied, in English, and asked if I wanted a drink. I ordered a San Miguel, and I perused the menu, stroking my lip as I decided what to order.
My taste buds were working overtime, but not because of the appetising choices on offer. Kelly's beautiful intimate flavour, still lingering on my finger, was the reason. Carl seemed unable to make up his mind what he wanted. He looked around to check that he couldn't be overheard and then he leaned forwards and spoke to us both.
"They've got some nice things on the menu," he said in a conspiratorial voice, "but I have to say that the most edible thing I've seen tonight is Kelly's bum!"
She made as if she was shocked but she was secretly delighted. She put on a somewhat haughty manner and said, "Well you'll have to choose something else, Carl, my bum's not on the menu."
I tried to be funny. "Well it would be, Kelly, if you sat on it!"
Our drinks arrived and we all touched glasses and wished each other a happy holiday. Carl finally decided what to eat and the waiter took our order. It was a very good restaurant. The food was excellent and so was the wine. At the end of the meal I paid the bill and then we drove back to the villa. Carl suggested we have a nightcap and went off to fix them.
Kelly and I went out on the terrace and sat down at the table, having first pulled three chairs together. I turned to Kelly and told her that despite what I'd said earlier, I was glad she would be sleeping with me that night. She told me she was glad, too. I had my hand on her upper thigh. It was fairly dark and her legs were under the table so it wasn't obvious.
Carl returned with three glasses and a bottle of Rioja that he had just opened. He poured out the wine and then sat down next to Kelly. We sat there chatting and occasionally laughing. We were all very relaxed and were enjoying each other's company. I was also enjoying an intimate contact with Kelly. My hand was now so high on Kelly's thigh that I could feel her pubic hair on the outside of my hand.
I was more than content just to leave it there; a little secret shared by the two of us, but it didn't remain a secret for long. I suppose it was no surprise that Carl had the idea to touch Kelly up, especially as he knew she had no underwear on. But it was a major surprise to him when his hand made unexpected contact with mine. In a violent reflex action, he pulled it away and in so doing, his knuckles rapped the underside of the table, causing the glasses to bounce.
It was rather comical, but Carl had actually hurt himself. Kelly who had laughed loudest, and who now felt a degree of guilt for doing so, immediately went into full Florence Nightingale mode. She went into the kitchen and returned with a cloth in which she'd wrapped some ice cubes. She placed it on the back of his hand and told him to keep it there as long as possible. Once she had satisfied herself that his injury was unlikely to be life threatening, she agreed that we could go to bed. She kissed Carl goodnight and we left him out on the terrace, nursing his bruised knuckles and the remainder of his drink.
We were no sooner in bed than we were all over each other. We made urgent love and then in the post coital after glow we both drifted off to sleep, waking in the morning all the better for the perfect night's rest. The only evidence of the previous night's sexual activity was the pungent aroma of stale semen when Kelly moved in bed.
Chapter 14
We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me and said that she would make the tea. She slipped out of bed, into her little green camisole and disappeared into the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a tray on which there were three cups. She looked like a little French maid, except that she wasn't wearing the frilly knickers; in fact she wasn't wearing any knickers. She gave me a cup and said that she would take Carl's in personally, the notional reason being so that she could check how his hand was. I guessed that Carl would be pleasantly surprised. You don't often get a semi-naked nurse paying that much attention to a minor injury, even with a private medical scheme like BUPA!
Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the bathroom shaving. She came in and kissed me on my cheek. She ran some water in the bidet and as she douched herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain was likely to clear up in the afternoon. She then showered and was still drying herself when she joined me in the bedroom, looking for something to wear.
We realised after the first morning that Carl didn't wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to 'do in Rome what the Romans do', but the rain had cooled things down considerably. Kelly felt rather cold, the erect state of her nipples providing ample evidence of the fact. She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow tee shirt that just about covered her bottom. She was about to slip some knickers on as well, but I intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I could manage.
"Surely," I asked, "it is not that cold is it?"
It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a pair of shorts. The double standards involved did not go unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of her generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my pleasure. The three of us breakfasted in the kitchen and watched the rain beating down on the terraced area outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the bank in Cala D'or, and I asked if I could go with him, as it would give me the chance to change some traveler's cheques and to hire a car for a couple of days.
We finished our breakfast and Carl got up from the table. He went into his room to get the documentation for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just had to don a tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were ready to go. Kelly declined the invitation to come with us because she wanted to wash a few things and write some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the opportunity to put on some knickers on and warm herself up.
The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the rain as Carl and I drove into town. We were unable to park outside the bank and the nearest spot we could find was at least fifty meters away. Fortunately we were outside a bar so we went in. I ordered two beers and we waited for the rain to ease. I noticed his bruised knuckles and I asked him how his hand was.
He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it "It's fine thanks, Ben. Look I'm sorry about last night." He must have seen the surprised look on my face. "I mean about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass."
"Carl, you don't need to apologise. You know what Kelly said to you yesterday, so as far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely nothing for you to apologise for. Anyway, apart from your hand, I presume everything else is okay."
"Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife's the sexiest woman I've ever known!" He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Ben? How is it that you never get jealous when she's with me?"
"You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed woman. She needs sex frequently. And it is a real need, Carl, make no mistake. You fulfill that need; we both know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I've heard all the bollocks about it's not what you've got; it's the way that you use it. Kelly's even told me that herself, but she was sparing my feelings.
"I believe that size does matter, at least as far as she is concerned, and I know I can't satisfy her in the way that you can. But that's all you are doing, Carl, you're satisfying her sexual needs. She is fond of you, of course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical one. I would certainly be jealous if she loved you but she doesn't; she loves me. So, why should I be jealous? You tell me." I looked out of the window at the rain. It showed no sign of abating.
Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. "So, what you are saying, Ben, is that Kelly only wants me for my body." He smiled ruefully. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm not complaining. But there's no way I'd let her screw around if she were my..."
I angrily interrupted him. "Hang on, Carl! Kelly is screwing you... only you! She is not screwing around and I don't like to hear you say that she is."
He apologised at once. "I'm really sorry, Ben. Of course I didn't mean to imply that Kelly was screwing around. I only meant to say that I could not be as generous, as altruistic, if you like, as you are, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised the subject."
My anger had passed. "Okay, Carl, apology accepted. Coming back to what you meant to say, then." There was a pause as I tried to get my thoughts together. "Hell, Carl, I'm really speaking from the heart, here. It has got nothing to do with altruism."
I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high motives for my behaviour. "But the word sounds similar. Troilism is the actual name for it. And the definition of troilism is a third person deriving sexual pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. "And it's a real turn on, believe me. So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as Kelly wants it to."
Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"
I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to ensure my happiness but no doubt he'd find that out for himself. Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so we took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank. And by the time we'd left some twenty minutes later it had stopped altogether and the sun was shining. Carl then drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it for a couple of days I went the whole hog; automatic, air conditioning and power steering. I arranged for it to be delivered the following day.
We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the freshly percolated coffee as soon as we stepped inside. Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got up and poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then went straight to his bedroom, returning barely a minute later. Barely was the operative word, he was completely naked when he came back into the kitchen.
We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of the bougainvillea, when the rain returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get soaked going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out a pizza whilst Kelly prepared a salad. I laid the table and organised the wine. Considering the lunch was rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I was taking my wine waiter duties quite seriously, ensuring our glasses were never empty.
We were on our second bottle and were all in a happy frame of mind by the time we'd finished eating. Kelly tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She could barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious anyway. I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for Carl's weather forecasting!
Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and went over to the sofa to sit down. Carl had some paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. Kelly was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was also feeling randy. I'd no sooner sat down than she was kissing me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and groping me through the thin material of my shorts.
I looked over my shoulder; Carl, who had his back to us, seemed preoccupied with his paperwork so I surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang free but it wasn't free for long! She had already grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And she continued holding it until it was sheathed in her hot velvet fanny. She was pleased with herself, that much was evident from her manner, a manner suggestive of a cat that had taken all the cream.
Carl had his back to us and was apparently unaware of what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because it was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I didn't want our activity to be too blatant so I pulled down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much as possible.
I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina rhythmically contracted around my dick and I closed my eyes so that I could better savour them. Then I felt her hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up our wine glasses from the occasional table. Kelly took her glass, which had been half-full and drained it.
Carl looked up from the table. "More wine?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer but walked round the table carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly aware of our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our discussion outside the bank, he stood very close to Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. His penis was hanging directly in front of her face. Difficult to disregard at the best of times, it was impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too well. He knew she would react, but he didn't know how.
Just as well really. Because she bit it; and rather harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only been joking, of course, but she'd had four glasses of wine. He yelled and quickly stepped back so as to be out of range. She hadn't hurt him that much; it was his pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been wounded. No one spoke for a moment.
"Kelly," I tried not to laugh, "I think you'll find that Carl said, 'more wine' not 'gnaw mine!'"
Carl smiled through the pain. "Oh come on Ben, it's an easy mistake for a girl to make!"
She looked sheepishly at Carl. "I'm really sorry about that, Carl. I didn't mean to hurt you, honestly. Come back here and I'll kiss it better. I won't bite it, I promise." No one would turn down an offer like that and Carl was certainly not going to. He returned, now standing so close to the two of us that I could feel his knee on my thigh. Kelly was as good as her word. It began to get better as soon as she held it in her hand.
It continued to make good progress when she kissed it. And once it was in her mouth recovery was complete. This much was self-evident; even her cheek was beginning to bulge as she sought to contain his growing erection. She gave up the unequal contest, but she continued holding his rigid shaft, concerned, maybe, that without such care and attention, it would suffer a relapse and soften. "Does that feel better, now?" she asked him.
He grimaced. Talk about laying it on with a trowel! "It's a bit better now, thank you, but I think it still needs more treatment." I honestly don't know how he managed to keep a straight face. This was really pathetic!
His erection was jutting up above her face and she had to gently pull the tip down to get it back into her mouth. And then came her piece de resistance. She placed both hands on my shoulders and proceeded to raise herself off my dick. And as she raised herself off mine so would she take more of his in her mouth. And then, as she sank back on mine, more of his appeared. She had deliberately skewered herself on our dicks and she appeared to be in a seventh heaven.
Although she would occasionally look up at Carl, her attention was mainly fixed on me. I think that she was trying to see just how excited she could make me. I would have told her had she asked. It was unbelievably erotic and I was on the verge of ejaculation. I was desperately trying to delay the moment, mentally reciting Arsenal's cup winning team of 1971. I had got up to 'Geordie' Armstrong when Kelly stopped moving. She had been forced to call a halt; her jaw was aching too much for her to continue.
I suggested we go into our bedroom because it would be more comfortable. Kelly nodded and immediately stood up. I got to my feet too, glad to be able to stretch my legs and glad to afford my rigid cock the opportunity to cool off! I turned to Kelly and kissed her. My tongue was immediately in her mouth. Perhaps I was subconsciously reclaiming the territory that had just been invaded by Carl's dick! I undid the button at the top of my shorts and I stepped out of them. I also took off my tee shirt.
I handed Kelly her wine and she took a sip before she walked into the bedroom. Carl and I followed, catching alluring glimpses of her delightful bum as the hem of the tee shirt moved with every stride. She sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her wine glass on the bedside table. She removed her tee shirt, and gave us both a big smile as she did so. I sensed she wanted us both at the same time. It was clear that she would be more comfortable accommodating me in her mouth, so I took control.
I lay down on my back with my feet towards the pillow and Kelly, doing exactly as I'd asked, positioned herself over me, as if we were about to have oral sex together. Carl immediately knelt down behind her with his knees just inside and slightly behind hers. He grasped her hips and his erect penis sought out the delicate pink petals of her entrance. But Kelly was impatient, and had already reached down between her legs in order to guide him into her.
It was fascinating to watch her soft flesh open up and to see his great thickness slowly sink into her. To sink into her until their pubic hairs meshed and only his heavy hairy balls, dangling in my face, were visible. And then I felt her lips around my cock. Kelly tried to take the whole of me in her mouth, but she had to give up when she began to gag. I suggested that she leave me alone for a moment because I didn't want to cum too soon.
Carl now slowly withdrew his shaft, heavily smeared with Kelly's lubrication, until only his bulbous crown remained in her. I marvelled at Kelly's inner lips, dilated so as to be almost diaphanous, yet still clinging limpet like to his shaft, and holding him fast. Her clitoris had never been more prominent and the succulent pink inner flesh, swimming in her lubrication had never looked more delicious. I looked at her engorged outer labia lips.
I had never previously noticed that one was slightly thicker than the other but such beauty is rarely perfectly symmetrical. I studied the smooth tanned skin of her inner thighs and the white crease lines in her groin. I observed the soft and shiny black curly hair of her pubis. I could see where she had depilated her bikini line, and where the new growth was just beginning to appear. I wanted to kiss, to suck and to taste every little bit of her but Carl was already sliding back into her depths.
His actions were somewhat slow and deliberate and I felt that he was putting on a show for me, a live sex show with my wife as his co-star. Their performance went on for about five minutes or so before he disengaged himself from her completely. Then he sat back on his haunches so that I could have an uninterrupted view of my wife's adorable fanny. But now, instead of the soft pink flesh there was just a black hole leading into her core.
She was, if anything, even more irresistible. I was like a man possessed as I sucked and licked her fleshy labia and clitoris. I heard Kelly groaning with pleasure before she again took me in her mouth. However I sensed she would prefer Carl to resume fucking her, so I ceased my oral ministrations and rested my head on the bed once more. I had no sooner done so than Carl was again inside her. Only this time it was patently obvious he meant business.
The earlier slow motion fuck had clearly been for my benefit, but this one was for his. This was a proper fuck, and the speed and power of his thrusts was increasing all the time. With each deep thrust his hard flat stomach collided with the soft roundness of her backside, and the resulting shock waves spread through her whole body and caused her mouth to judder on my cock.
In fact she had to release me because she was concerned she would inadvertently bite me. (To bite one cock accidentally was bad enough; she could never live down biting two!) It was a blessing in disguise because it allowed me to concentrate more fully on what was happening just inches from my very eyes.
My ears were assailed with different sounds, the sticky slurping noises as Carl partly withdrew from her, the thwack of flesh against flesh as he drove back in, and the disembodied grunts and groans, as Kelly and Carl gave voice to their sensual delight. Kelly's buttocks were reddening from the constant impact, but she was oblivious to it, in fact she was oblivious to everything.
Her whole universe was centered on her vagina and on the incredibly powerful tool that was driving into it with such fierce energy. Carl gave a last thrust and I sensed him straining to get even deeper as his semen spurted into her. Kelly felt that he was trying to split her in two and this brought on her own climax. A moment or so later it was all over. Carl withdrew from her, and I heard him say that he'd leave us alone together. Then I heard the door shut and there was silence for a moment before Kelly spoke.
"What was it that you said, Ben? Oh! I remember. That you wanted me to be full of his cum? You did say that, didn't you? Well, do you think I'm full enough, now?"
She lowered her gaping, matted and spunk filled vagina to my face and I drank from her well. Then I felt her lips around me once more. But this time I was neither inclined nor able to hold back and I ejaculated long and hard into her greedy mouth. And such was her sexual excitement that she swallowed it, too. Well they do say that exchange is no robbery!