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Prologue:

God, there has to be an easier way to make a living.
Dave Parker was on his back in the loft of an old
detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently
been widowed, was having some work done on the house
before she put it on the market.

The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor
to indemnify the purchaser of a property in the event of
any major work needing to be done in the two years
immediately after the sale. It was possible to get
insurance cover for this contingency, provided the
property had been surveyed and subject to an approved
contractor repairing any defects found. The company for
whom Dave worked, Brown & Co, was such a contractor, and
had been appointed to undertake the remedial work on the
roof timbers.

All these old houses were the same. There was always a
lifetime of accumulated junk stored in the loft. He had
been forced to move much of it around in order to
undertake the ultrasonic scans and he was sweating
freely from his exertions. He was now wedged in the area
close to the eaves, right where the roof trusses met the
joists. There was hardly any room to move. Not only
that; the loft had been insulated with fibreglass and it
was already irritating his skin. The dust mask he was
wearing merely exacerbated the sense of claustrophobia.

Still, at least the old biddy that owned the house was
very pleasant. She would regularly make him coffee and
there was always a plateful of biscuits too. He had got
talking to her the day before and she had told him that
she was selling up because the house was now far too big
for her following the death of her husband. She was
moving to a smaller, more manageable house, not too far
from where her daughter and her son-in-law lived.

There was one last section of the joists to test. He
would have to shift some wooden boxes to gain access. He
was able to move the first box without any trouble but
the second one seemed to be much heavier. He managed to
drag it far enough along the boards to allow him to
crawl behind it. It was quite dark in this area and he
was obstructing what little light there was.

Fortunately he had a torch with him and he was able to
attach the probe without too much difficulty. He began
to ease himself out and then something caught his eye.
He shone his torch at the object in question. A thick
manila envelope, covered in dust, was resting on the
fibreglass insulation. Maybe it had fallen from one of
the wooden boxes that he had just moved. He wriggled
over to it and picked it up planning to put it back.

"Dave," he heard her say, "I've made you a cup of
coffee."

"Thank you, Mrs. Mayhew, I'll be right down." He slid
back into the main area of the loft and putting down the
envelope and his torch, he climbed down the loft ladder
to the landing. She had left him a mug of freshly
percolated coffee and a plate containing a generous
helping of biscuits.

He carefully placed the mug on the plate and holding
onto the ladder with his free hand, he returned to the
loft. He had forgotten about the torch until he trod on
it. He lost his balance and in his efforts to regain it,
the mug of coffee slipped across the plate, discharging
its contents as it did so. The plate was awash with
coffee and sodden biscuits. Not only that, there was
coffee on the floor too, and it was already permeating
the envelope. He quickly picked it up and mopped at it
with his handkerchief.

It was already soaked so he promptly removed the
contents. There was a videocassette and a bundle of
loose papers held together by an elastic band. The video
was entitled, 'Majorcan Pleasures' and judging by the
name, was one of those scenic videos that tourists used
to buy as a souvenir of their holidays. The cassette was
only slightly wet and he was able to wipe it dry with
his handkerchief.

But it was not that simple with the papers; coffee had
already begun to seep into the edges of some of them.
Mopping at them would not make much difference. It made
more sense to wave them about in the air and to try and
dry them that way. So that was what he proceeded to do.
And then a four-letter word caught his eye. He looked
more closely at the top document.

The word only appeared once amidst the mass of close
typed text that filled four fifths of the page, yet his
eyes had somehow alighted on it. He read the sentence
containing the word and then the paragraph containing
the sentence. Then he read the whole page starting from
the heading 'Chapter 1'.

He was intrigued and he carefully removed the elastic
band from the bundle in order to read the next page. It
was a continuation of the text, the figure two at the
foot of the page confirming the fact. He thumbed through
the other sheets. They were all consecutively numbered
and he realised he was looking at the manuscript of a
book.


Chapter 1


My wife, Linda, is drop-dead gorgeous, an absolute
stunner. She is twenty-nine years old, about five feet
nine tall and has long dark brown shoulder length hair.
Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer
strands hanging down in coils, framing her beautiful
neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes
and an even warmer smile.

She thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is
always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often
assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has got a
tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her
bust is full yet firm enough for her to dispense with
her bra when she wants to.

She has a narrow waist, a lovely firm rounded backside
and long legs that seem even longer when she wears tight
trousers. She looks after herself and goes regularly to
a keep fit class as well as a tennis club. I reckon that
she could have been a model, but in fact she works for a
small company supplying computer products.

As if her looks and figure weren't enough she also has a
wonderful personality. She is always happy and it is no
exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room
she enters. She is by nature, caring and considerate
and, in consequence, is well liked by everyone who knows
her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to
question, but during the six years we have been married,
a number of our friends, both male and female, have all
told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am,
as if I didn't already know.

To put the icing on the cake, so to speak, she is very
good in bed. And not only in bed either; but also in the
lounge, in the kitchen, in the garden or wherever else
we happen to be when the fancy takes her.

Suffice it to say that she is particularly gifted in
this respect. And before anyone questions my
objectivity, let me say that a man whom Linda had met a
couple of months earlier, has the same opinion. How do I
know? Because he told me so himself! In words that will
remain indelibly stamped in my memory, he casually
informed me that my wife was a 'fabulous fuck'! But
maybe I should start at the beginning.

Linda and I have been married for just over six years.
We weren't c***dhood sweethearts exactly but we have
known each other since we were c***dren. She is the
younger sister of Sean, who was my best friend at junior
school. She was just six years old and was having a
birthday party when we first met. Sean didn't want to be
the only boy present so I was also invited.

It's funny how some things stick in the mind. I can't
remember anything about the party but Linda can.
Apparently there were some chocolate fingers on a plate
on the table and she argued with me because I took the
last one. Not so long ago I came across some photos that
were taken at this very party.

It was evident she was self-conscious about the braces
on her teeth, but she actually looked quite sweet in her
blue check dress and her hair in pigtails. However
appearances can be deceptive and according to her
brother she was a real pain.

I suppose I started to become more aware of her when she
was about eight or nine. Sean and Linda had been invited
to a fancy dress party and their mother had made
costumes for them. Sean's was Sir Lancelot, and Linda's
was Lady Guinivere. I did not go to the party because my
parents could not afford to make me a costume, although
I only found that out some years later.

A few days afterwards, I was round Sean's house and we
were playing Knights of the Round Table. Sean was
dressed up in his Sir Lancelot costume whilst I was in
my everyday clothes pretending to be Sir Galahad. Linda
felt sorry for me and she gave me the scarf to wear from
her Lady Guinivere outfit. She said this was her
'favour' and it signified that I was her champion and
that I would for evermore have to protect her honour.

I remember her turning into a bit of a tomboy, when she
genuinely preferred to be with boys, rather than with
friends of her own sex. She would often come out with
Sean and me when we went tree climbing in the nearby
woods. She was both agile and fearless and would
invariably climb higher and quicker than anyone else.
She would also join in when we played football and she
was actually quite skilful. She had good ball control
and she could use both feet. Not only that, when she
tackled you, she really got stuck in. The only thing she
wouldn't do was to head the ball because she didn't like
getting her hair dirty!

In fact, she seemed to have a natural ability at any
sport involving a ball. She was gifted at tennis, and
having joined a local club, won both the junior and then
the intermediate cups. She became a regular in her
school netball team and it wasn't long before she was
made captain, eventually going on to play for the
county. She had stopped playing football much earlier,
realising that her legs looked all the more attractive
when they weren't covered in bruises.

I cannot exactly recall when my feelings for her became
more intense, when I began to think of her as more than
just Sean's sister. I may have been about fifteen or
sixteen. I know it took me ages to pluck up the courage
to ask her out on a proper date and I don't think I will
ever forget my trepidation as I waited to see how she
would react.

To my great relief she agreed, and we arranged to go to
the cinema. I felt very proud as I purchased two tickets
for the back row. Unfortunately I didn't have enough
money for two popcorns and two orangeades, so I bought
just the one drink and two straws. Linda had placed our
container of orangeade on the armrest so that we could
share it.

I decided I would take my coat off and in so doing
managed to knock over the drink, spilling it all into
her lap! The cold and sticky orange juice utterly soaked
her. To make matters worse she had dropped her popcorn
from the shock and that was sticking to her dress. I was
mortified, she was furious and she stormed out of the
cinema saying that she would never speak to me again!
However Linda was no more successful in shaking me off,
than she had been shaking off the popcorn.

She agreed to go out with me on another date and whilst
she was getting ready, Sean, ever one to tease his
sister, couldn't resist a joke at her (my?) expense and
offered her the loan of his wet suit. Fortunately it
wasn't needed on this occasion or indeed on any of our
subsequent regular dates.

And despite the inauspicious start, our relationship
flourished and we became quite serious. We even
discovered sex together, and, in a never to be forgotten
moment, jointly lost our virginity. However the
relationship began to cool when I went away to Bristol
to further my education. And the final nail in the
coffin was hammered in when Linda got a place at Durham
University. In all honesty neither of us was that upset;
we both realised that we had been too serious at too
young an age.

I had wanted to see a bit of the world before I settled
down anyway, and the break-up with Linda provided the
necessary stimulus. I set off on a round the world trip
expecting to be away for a year or so but I was away for
nearly three times as long. I had ended up in Australia
and I liked the country and the lifestyle so much that I
wanted to make it my permanent home. However
applications to emigrate could only be made from England
and I therefore had to return.

I had been at my parents' home for about a month or so
when I bumped into Sean. We were really pleased to see
each other and naturally we had lots to talk about. Of
course I asked him about Linda and he informed me that
she now had a steady boyfriend whom she'd met when she
had been studying at Durham. Sean was on his way to meet
some of his friends in a pub and he asked me to join
him, which of course, I did. By chance Linda was there.

She and her boyfriend had planned to go elsewhere but
they'd had a big row and he had stormed off. Linda did
not want to be alone on a Saturday night, and as Sean
had told her where he was going, she reasoned that she
would at least be with him and his friends. But she
hadn't anticipated his friend from his earliest
c***dhood being present.

We saw each other at the same moment. She hadn't changed
much in the intervening three years. She'd filled out
just a little but she was still slim. She had clearly
gained confidence and was, if anything, even more
attractive.

She was smiling as she said, "Let me know if you are
going to take your jacket off, Ben, and I'll move all
the drinks out the way!"

We kissed with real affection and then we just looked at
each other. She may have been slightly misty eyed; I
know that I was. I had fallen in love, for the second
time in my life, and with exactly the same person! We
arranged to meet the following week and everything
thereafter was inevitable.

We were married two years later. With the benefit of
hindsight I recognise that we were sexually
inexperienced at the time. Linda had had sexual
relations with her boyfriend at university and I'd been
with a handful of girls during my time in Australia, but
we were still pretty green.

Me, I'm thirty-two and I work in a busy corporate
finance house, part of a major international banking
conglomerate. I used to work in a private bank and I
made a fair amount of money when we were taken over some
two years ago. With this money, Linda and I bought an
old detached house, in quite large grounds, situated in
a leafy secluded part of Surrey.

Now that we were financially secure we wanted to start a
family. We tried for about twelve months but without
success. Finally we both undertook tests in a private
clinic early last year. The results showed that Linda
had some rare medical condition preventing her from
being able to conceive.

This caused her to become very depressed and, incredible
as it might seem, even to entertain doubts about her own
femininity. As a result she lost interest in sex. This
was rather frustrating for me, to say the least. But I
knew she was a naturally happy person, who would,
sooner, rather than later, put this all behind her and I
was therefore quite confident that things would return
to normal. In the interim I obtained my sexual relief by
watching blue movies and masturbating. Linda was working
late from time to time so it wasn't really a problem.


Chapter 2


Linda had been due to work late one night, but there had
been a mix up and she came home earlier than expected. I
didn't hear her come in and only became aware of her
presence when she opened the door of the study. I was
watching a film, wearing only a tee shirt, masturbating
like fury and just about to ejaculate. She was
embarrassed, but not as much as I was! She didn't say
anything; she just closed the door behind her, and left
me alone with my humiliation. She didn't want to talk
about it that night but she was more amenable the
following morning. We were just finishing breakfast. She
put down her cup of tea and looked questioningly at me.

"So, Ben, I suppose you are going to tell me that you're
watching pornography because of me."

I felt no small degree of embarrassment as I started to
answer her. "Well, Linda, it's like this... look, I
accept that you're not that interested in sex at the
moment. But that doesn't mean that I'm not! What am I
supposed to do? Watching pornography and satisfying my
own needs is surely preferable to me having an affair
with another woman, isn't it?"

When the significance of what I'd said had sunk in she
started to cry. And then she was apologising, saying it
was all her fault. I comforted her as best I could,
telling her that there was no need for recriminations,
that it was not her fault and that I could understood
why she'd lost interest in sex. There were more tears at
this point and in between wiping her eyes and her nose
she said that she would love it if we could go back to
the way we used to be, but as she now felt less of a
woman, such a return seemed increasingly unlikely. I
asked her why she felt that way, why should she feel
diminished by what was a medical condition.

There were no doubt thousands of infertile women who did
not let this detail prevent them from enjoying full sex
lives. I told her it made absolutely no difference to
the way that I felt about her, and that there was no
basis whatsoever for her low self esteem. Then I had a
flash of inspiration and suggested that watching a video
together might help matters. Her initial reaction was
far from encouraging, but a degree of persuasion on my
part overcame a degree of reluctance on hers, and she
finally agreed. We planned it for the following Saturday
evening.

It was almost like going out on a first date again and
Linda was prepared to make a real effort. She'd taken a
long relaxing bath and had then spent a long time making
herself up. Her hair was combed up in that enchanting
style I like so much and she was wearing a grey slinky
two-piece that clung to her body like a second skin. I
could even see the outline of her high cut panties. I
loved her when she wore those because of the way they
emphasised her long legs.

I diverted the phone to the answer machine and I opened
a bottle of wine. We were sitting side by side on the
sofa in the study and were holding hands. I had chosen a
film about a couple who had once been lovers, had lost
contact with each other and had then met up again. In
some ways it was an allegory for the two of us, but that
was only one of the reasons for my choice. It was also a
romantic story, the leading couple were both good
looking, and the sex took place in picturesque settings.

When Linda had first started to watch it she'd told
herself she was only doing it for me and that she would
be able to take or leave such a film. However she was
surprised when it did begin to have an effect on her and
before long she could hardly bear to take her eyes from
the screen and was u*********sly crossing and uncrossing
her legs. It was clear that she was excited and I hadn't
even laid a finger on her.

I planned to remedy that at once and slowly slid my hand
up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. In a reflex
action she parted her legs, her absorption in the film
never wavering. I felt her vagina through the soft and
increasingly wet fabric of her panties and then I eased
my hand inside them and began to stroke her soft pubic
hair and to touch her opening.

She felt me trying to pull her panties down so she
immediately raised herself, so as to make it easier for
me. She resumed her former position once I had removed
them. She managed to tear herself away from the screen
long enough to plant a full wet kiss on my lips and then
I felt her undoing the top of my trousers and she
carefully unzipped me. She invited me to take them off,
reminding me with a smile that I never usually wore them
when I watched such films! I slipped them off and sat
back next to her.

We were now both naked below the waist and it was thus
very easy to play with each other whilst we continued
watching the film. It was an incredibly erotic situation
and in a very short space of time we had both climaxed.
Had we been in bed, there would have been a few post
coital kisses, a few endearments voiced and then we
would have both fallen asleep. However the video was
still running, the leading couple were now on a nudist
beach and we continued to watch it. I picked up her
glass and waving it in front of her face asked her if
she wanted more.

"I'd love to if you're up to it, but maybe we ought to
wait a while and have another glass of wine in the
interim." She was smiling as I replenished her wine and
sat back alongside her. The woman on the beach was now
giving a blowjob to her well-endowed partner and Linda
was again showing signs that it was getting to her.

She decided she'd sit on my lap. When had made herself
comfortable she turned her face to mine and told me how
much she loved me. We watched the film between kisses.
Now and again I stuck my tongue in her ear, or gently
bit her earlobe. She has very sensitive ears and she
would involuntarily shudder. Although I had not long
climaxed, watching a pornographic film with a beautiful
half naked woman squirming on my lap did wonders for my
rate of recovery.

In record time I was sporting another full erection.
Linda could not fail to be aware of it and she got off
my lap, but only so that she could then straddle me. Her
eyes never left mine as she reached down between us,
grasped my cock and slowly impaled herself on it. When
it could go no further she leaned forward to kiss me,
and I tasted her tongue. Then she crossed her arms in
front of her, gripped the sides of her grey top and
slowly removed it. First her midriff was uncovered, then
the lower swell of her breasts came into view and
finally her nipples were exposed as they sprung free of
the clinging material.

Whilst Linda eased the top over her head and tossed it
aside I was pressing my palms against the sides of her
full breasts and rolling her nipples with my thumbs.
This made them stick out even more and I had to suck
them. I could feel her fingers gently stroking my hair
as I kissed and delicately bit each one in turn. We
kissed each other once more and then she placed her
hands on my shoulders. She was staring into my face as
she began to fuck me.

My right hand let go of her breast and glided across her
midriff, over the soft roundness of her stomach and into
the dark forest of her pubis. My thumb found her
clitoris, and was soon traversing back and forth over
the highly sensitive bud. She was on the very brink of
her second orgasm when I stopped. She looked at me, her
wide-open eyes imploring me to continue and I asked her
to finish it off for herself. She appeared reluctant to
accede to my request even though to do so would have
brought about her own desired relief.

Maybe she felt that nice girls shouldn't play with
themselves. Maybe it was genuine shyness about
performing such an intimate act in front of me. Perhaps
she just didn't want to seem too eager, and felt that a
degree of reticence would not go amiss. Whatever her
reasons, I sensed that she was sufficiently excited not
to need much persuading and I was not mistaken. I only
had to repeat my request and to add the magic word
'please'. It was enough.

Hanging on to my upper arm with her left hand she leant
back and began to stroke herself, at first tentatively
but then with growing assurance. She closed her eyes as
she sought to concentrate on the wonderful self-induced
sensations emanating from her clitoris.

I could see that she was breathing harder and I noticed
that the areolas around her prominent nipples appeared
darker. And then she was diddling herself in a manner
that could only be described as frantic, and indeed,
might have fallen backwards, had I not reached out to
support her with my free hand. And within seconds, she'd
climaxed, shuddering as wave after wave of intense
pleasure coursed through her body.

Her involuntary movement around my cock caused me to
climax, and I jetted my sperm deep into her. Then as our
sexual passion began to subside she slumped forward
against me and I cuddled her tightly. I lifted her hand
to my face so that I could take her fingers in my mouth
and taste her flavour. Before long she'd nodded off, the
inevitable result of the sex and the alcohol. The video
was still running but I wasn't taking much notice. I
felt my eyelids drooping; the combination that had
caused Linda's somnolence was affecting me too.

I glanced at the television and was surprised to see
that the porn star bore a striking resemblance to Jimmy
Hill. Then I realised that I had dozed off, that the
film had ended and that 'Match of the Day' was on the
television! Thinking about it, I had heard the theme,
but it hadn't registered. What was registering, though,
was the discomfort arising from the pins and needles in
my legs. Linda still appeared to be asleep.

"Linda! Wake up! Linda!"

She opened her eyes.

"Can you get off, please?"

"Aren't you the romantic one? Now you've had your end
away, you can't wait for me to get off." As she stood
up, she reached for her clothes. She didn't look best
pleased.

It was only when I began stamping on the floor that she
realised I had a problem. In fact I had two problems but
the second one was relatively minor. I had slipped out
of her whilst she was on my lap and the area around the
base of my cock was very wet and sticky. I grabbed a
tissue and was wiping myself whilst doing a passable
impression of the clog dance. But there was no sympathy
whatsoever from Linda; she was too busy laughing.

When we had both recovered from our contrasting
conditions we sat down with another glass of wine. We
were holding hands like young lovers. We sipped our wine
in silence but it was a comfortable silence, a silence
that loudly proclaimed we were still very much in love,
a silence that portended things would soon be back to
normal.

We went to bed that night, utterly exhausted, (shagged
out would be a more exact expression!), and both
agreeing that it was the most exciting sex we'd ever
had. Linda must have found her night's sleep highly
restorative because I woke up in the morning to find her
sucking my cock!

When she realised I was awake she continued sucking me
whilst positioning herself so that her knees were either
side of my head and her lovely tight fanny was directly
above my face. Then she lowered herself onto my mouth
and I put my tongue in her, savouring the piquant
flavour of her fresh lubricity and my stale semen. I had
barely begun to lick her clitoris when she climaxed.

She responded by sucking me even harder and I
ejaculated. We'd had oral sex before of course, but she
had never wanted me to cum in her mouth. This time she
wouldn't let me do anything else! When I had finished
she released me and put a handkerchief to her mouth.
Then she turned round to kiss me properly. I told her I
loved her very much.

We spoke about the film. Linda commented on the fact
that the man who starred in it was very well endowed. I
should say here that I rather missed out in that
department. I was no more than average size, maybe less.
No matter how badly I acted, I would make an unlikely
star in a blue film! When I had suggested that we watch
some porno, it had not occurred to me that Linda might
make comparisons. But she had and it was evident that
she was fascinated by the size of the porn star's cock.

"I wonder what the woman thinks, when the man is that
big." I didn't answer so she carried on. "I mean," she
mused, "do you think she'd be concerned that it might
hurt her, or does it just make her all the more
excited?"

"How would I know, Linda? Why, do you wish mine was that
big, then?"

Her reply was quick, too quick. "Of course not, Ben. It
was just idle curiosity, that's all." She told me that
she that she loved me, and she assured me that was more
than happy with me. However, whilst I believed she was
telling the truth insofar as far as her feelings for me
were concerned, I sensed that there was more to her
question than she had been prepared to admit. I felt
that she had imagined herself having sex with the man in
the film and this had aroused my own curiosity.

I had never previously thought about Linda with anyone
else. I knew she'd been with her former boyfriend at
university but I was not on the scene then. It was quite
different now. She was my wife, and yet to my surprise,
I found myself intensely aroused by the concept of her
having sex with another man. Moreover, this arousal was
not materially affected by whether or not he was well
endowed. It was just the thought of my wife with another
man, pure and simple. Or maybe not so pure!

I thought about the way it would happen. There would be
the eye contact and the preliminary flirting. There
would be the kissing, the fondling and the mutual
undressing.

I tried to imagine what sensations Linda would
experience the first time she was naked in front of him.
And how she would feel when he caressed her breasts and
kissed and sucked on her nipples. And what her reaction
would be when he touched her between her legs, inserted
first his finger and then his tongue into her wet
vagina. And what would be going through her mind when
she touched his penis. What would she be thinking as she
took the head of this unknown cock into her open mouth?

And then I could visualise the scene when she was on her
back with her legs splayed, when her hot flesh would
yield to his irresistible pressure and his cock would
slowly sink into her depths. He would be fucking her,
her legs would be wrapped round his, and her fingers
would be digging into his back. She would be groaning,
her eyes would be closed and her features would be a
mask of hard sensuality. And then, when she knew he was
about to cum, her eyes would open, and she would hold
his gaze, whilst he continued to ejaculate inside her.
She would be feeling no small degree of pride. Not only
could she provoke such an intense sexual desire in him,
but she could also satisfy it.

And finally, in an echo of her lover's detumescence, the
softness would gradually return to her features.

A moment or so ago it was my curiosity that had been
aroused. Now it was my cock. I climbed on top of Linda
and immediately penetrated her. I was very close to
ejaculation. I had to say it and I managed to hold off
long enough to get the words out.

"Perhaps you should have an affair, Linda. You never
know, he might even have a dick like the man in the
film!"


Chapter 3


I didn't know if what I'd said in that moment of intense
sexual excitement had registered with Linda but she
certainly never referred to it. There was no reason to
anyway, as everything was now back to normal. Having
enjoyed the previous experience we would, on occasions,
watch a porno film together. Our sessions afterwards
would be very intense, the more so if we fantasised
aloud about the story, or if we tried out some of the
positions we had just seen. As a result our sex life
improved immeasurably.

Linda now took great delight in being sexually
provocative and she loved it when she knew she had
turned me on. We went to a party once and she wore a
dress that did not leave much to the imagination. It was
only as we arrived that she casually informed me she was
not wearing any underwear!

It was incredibly exciting watching her dance with
someone else, knowing that only the thin fabric of her
dress covered her femininity. And when I danced with her
it was difficult to keep my own hands off her, even
though we were an 'old' married couple.

Then there was the party at the home of a colleague of
hers. At the last minute I was asked if I could go to
Zurich with my boss on the same weekend. A very
important client was planning a major acquisition and
both secrecy and speed were of the essence. Linda was
very understanding about it and was quite prepared to
tell her colleague that we wouldn't now be attending the
party but I suggested that she still go, anyway. What
was the point of staying in alone, when she could be at
a party with her work friends?

Paul, my boss, picked me up at home early on the
Saturday morning as planned and we flew out to Zurich on
the mid morning flight. I was due home on the Sunday
afternoon.

Linda took the opportunity to go shopping in the West
End and had a very enjoyable day. She had ended up
buying a suit, a pair of shoes and some underwear. She
was still in two minds about going to the party but
since she had already informed her colleague that I
would be away, and had promised her that she would be
there nevertheless, she felt she would be letting her
down if she failed to turn up. She consoled herself in
the knowledge that she had made no commitment about how
long she would stay, however.

But even if she was only there for an hour she had to
look nice. So she showered, did her hair and made
herself up. When she was happy with her appearance she
put on her new undies. The glossy bra and briefs looked
just as nice on her as they had done on the model in the
big picture in the shop window.

Her legs were already quite tanned from the recent spell
of hot weather so she didn't bother with any stockings
or tights. She slipped on her pale blue fitted knee
length dress with the high neckline. It did not show
much flesh but it clung to her and showed off her superb
figure. Open toed high heels completed the picture. She
phoned for a minicab, poured herself a gin and tonic and
sat down to wait.

Half an hour later she was at the party. She had not
expected to enjoy it much, and after two hours her
expectations had been largely fulfilled. She was on the
point of phoning for a cab to take her home when she
heard a voice at her side.

"Linda?"

She turned round. It was Carl. Carl used to work for the
same company as Linda but had left two years earlier to
set up on his own. He had even asked her to come and
work for him but she had declined, partly because he was
known as a bit of a lady's man. She was not convinced
that he would keep his hands to himself especially if
they were the only two people in his office. It was
widely believed that his wife had left him because of
his constant womanising. Yet in spite of that, she still
liked him.

He had a ready charm and had always been able to make
her laugh. He was thirty-five, dark haired, and about
six feet tall. He was also quite muscular, mainly as a
result of frequent workouts at the gym. He was wearing a
pale green Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of dark blue
trousers with a razor sharp crease. He asked the obvious
question and she explained that I was away on business.

They chatted about their old colleagues and some of the
things that had happened in the past. She was enjoying
his company and when he asked if she wanted to dance,
she immediately agreed. They had been dancing slowly
together for a short while when he spoke.

"You know, Linda, I've always fancied you."

She was quite unimpressed with this unoriginal chat up
line and her reply was rather dismissive. "Carl, as far
as I can remember, someone only had to show a bit of leg
and there was a risk that you might take a fancy to
them." She grinned and then carried on in the same vein.
"That's why I advised Hamish never to wear his kilt in
the office!"

She was pleased that he smiled at her little joke.
However, it was true that he had shown more interest in
her than in any one else in the office. Just as he
appeared to be doing this evening. And it wasn't as if
she was showing any leg, either. She asked him if he was
in a relationship.

"No," he said. "Honestly! When I started the business I
never really had the time. Now I have a bit more time
I've yet to meet the right person."

Linda couldn't resist leading him on. "So I'm still in
with a chance then, am I?"

Carl knew she was teasing and responded in the same
vein. He tried to look non-committal, "Well," he said
with obvious doubt in his voice, "I might be prepared to
give you an audition!" He held her little bit tighter.

It was about 11.30pm when he informed her that he had an
early flight in the morning and would therefore have to
leave. He offered to take her home if it suited her. She
said that would be fine and that if he had the time, he
could have a nightcap at her house. Naturally enough
Carl was delighted to accept and soon he and Linda were
in his car driving home where they arrived just before
midnight. I know this with certainty because I saw them!

Our meeting in Zurich had been curtailed when the person
with whom we had the appointment had been involved in a
fatal accident on his way to meet us. He had been taken
to hospital suffering from shock and was in no fit state
for such an important business discussion. He had
managed to get hold of his assistant, who, whilst not
being fully briefed, was able to meet with us, although
the discussion that followed was somewhat inconclusive.

We returned to London on the late afternoon flight.
Despite the absence of the key individual, a number of
important issues had nevertheless been raised and we
felt that some of them needed to be addressed quite
quickly. Accordingly Paul and I went straight from the
airport to his home to begin working on them. I had
refrained from phoning Linda since I did not know how
long this would take and thus did not know when I might
get home. Just after 11pm, and having worked through a
takeaway dinner, Paul and I felt we'd done enough.

He ordered a minicab for me. I'd nodded off in the back
only to wake up when the cab had already driven one
hundred yards past our house. I told the driver to stop
and he was about to turn round when a car passed in the
opposite direction. I looked behind me as it passed and
watched it turn into our drive. I don't know what it
was, a sixth sense or something, but I told the driver
not to bother to turn round. I paid him, picked up my
briefcase and my overnight bag and walked back.

I could see that there were lights on inside as I
approached the house. The outside lights weren't working
(I had been meaning to fix them for the last six weeks).
I didn't recognise the car on the drive. I put my bags
down by the hedge and, taking care to stay in the
shadows, moved towards a window. I could see Linda
making coffee.

I crept round to the back of the house. The curtains in
the lounge had been drawn but they had not fully met in
the middle and I was thus able to see into the brightly
lit lounge. A man was sitting on the sofa.

Unlikely as it might seem, I vaguely recognised him from
somewhere, or other. He stood up and then it came to me.
He was a regular at the gym I go to. We'd never spoken
apart from the usual good morning stuff. I didn't know
his name, but I had heard someone call him 'Horse'. I
had realised why when I had seen him in the shower.

What was he doing here? I decided I'd wait to find out.
The recent fine spell showed no sign of ending and it
was not unpleasant to be outside. It was probably more
pleasant than being inside because Linda had opened the
lounge windows to cool the room down when she'd returned
home.

She came in with the coffees, put them down and then
went over to the hi-fi to put on some background music.
By coincidence it was the very music that they had been
dancing to at the party. Carl realised this at once.

"Linda, they're playing our tune," he said in his soft
voice.

He held out his hands and she joined him in a slow
dance. This time they were dancing much closer together
and Linda soon became aware that he was aroused. By now
she had her arms round his neck and he had his hands on
the cheeks of her behind. They looked at each other and
the kiss that followed was inevitable.

Her mouth opened to his tongue and he pressed himself
still closer to her. His bulge was now impossible to
ignore and then she felt his hand on her breast. What
had she got herself into? She thought about telling him
he ought to leave but then she recalled my fateful
words. She moved her mouth away from his, and pretending
to be angry, she admonished him.

"Carl, if you're going to do that," she paused at this
point and his heart sank, "why don't we sit down!" She
couldn't resist a smile and neither could he. But his
smile was the broader.

They walked over to the sofa and Carl sat down as Linda
had suggested. She remained standing in front of him and
then she reached over her shoulder to unzip the top of
her dress. She then changed hands and pulled the zip
down the rest of the way. She eased it off each arm in
turn, maintaining her modesty by holding it against her
breasts until she let it fall to the floor. She stepped
out of it, and stood in front of him, her nipples,
areolas and dark pubis visible through the fabric of the
glossy white undies. The briefs were cut very high so
the white triangle did not fully cover her natural dark
one, anyway.

Carl could not resist her. He reached out for the cheeks
of her behind and pulled her towards him whilst he
pressed his face to her soft slightly round stomach. He
kissed her smooth skin above the briefs trawling his
tongue over her as he did so. He felt her hands on the
back of his head holding him to her as he savoured the
taste of her perfumed skin. His hands were busy behind
her and they were now inside her panties pressing into
the soft downy flesh of her buttocks. With a dexterity
borne of practice no doubt, he eased them over the
roundness of her cheeks and slid them down.

Linda felt them round her ankles and she nonchalantly
stepped out of them. The dark curls of her pubis
promised so much and he pulled her towards him so that
his face could nuzzle in them. He was suddenly aware of
some movement above and he looked up to see that Linda
had removed her bra. Her firm smooth breasts looked
every bit as inviting as the rest of her! Her nipples
were standing out, demanding to be sucked.

"God Almighty, Linda," said Carl, "how can your husband
ever let you out of his sight!"

At that point it would still have been possible for me
to go in and stop things before they had gone too far.
But something was holding me back. It was the latent
voyeur in me, except that it was now no longer latent,
on the contrary, it was manifest. It was the voyeur in
me that had unzipped my trousers and had eased out my
rigid cock. And it was the voyeur in me that was
stroking it as I concentrated on the unfolding scene in
the lounge.

Linda sat down and Carl immediately knelt between her
open legs. But he wasn't looking at her naked body, not
yet, anyway. He was looking at her face and he continued
looking until their lips met in a kiss. It was not
enough for him; he wanted more, he wanted to kiss her
all over.

He began with her eyes, and then after parting her hair,
he kissed her ear and gently bit the lobe. His tongue
probed into the orifice and she trembled. Then he kissed
the nape of her neck. He bit her shoulder and then his
mouth was on her beautiful soft breasts. He became more
animated, as he licked and kissed them, flicking the
sensitive tips of her fully erect nipples with his
tongue, and teasing them with his teeth.

His hand was caressing the soft smooth skin of her inner
thighs and then he was stroking her wet cleft. She was
already squirming with pleasure before he inserted his
forefinger. Now he was kissing her abdomen and then the
very top of her triangle.

As he was doing this, his hands were on her hips easing
them closer to the edge of the sofa. He began to lap at
the soft silky skin of her inner thighs and was able to
detect the fragrance of her sexual arousal. His tongue
was at the very top of her thigh and he could feel her
wetness on his cheek. And then he was tasting her soft
slippery flesh. He pulled his head away and looked more
closely at her femininity; at her engorged labia, at her
shiny pink inner flesh and at her clitoris, so prominent
in the surrounding feminine folds.

He was suddenly aware that she had both hands on his
head and was gently guiding him back to her open
wetness. He delicately pulled her lips apart, pushed his
face into her and penetrated her with his tongue. He
licked the whole length of her wet furrow, glorying in
the taste and the texture. And then he began to lap
gently at her clitoris and her increasing sexual arousal
was plain to see.

Linda looked around her. Could this really be happening
to her? Here she was, in her own home, a happily married
and hitherto respectable woman. But it was not her
husband's tongue that was transporting her to the
heights, it was another man's. A man, moreover, that she
hadn't seen in two years before this evening. A man who
had only kissed her once before, when she'd got a little
bit tipsy at the office party one Christmas. Well, he
was certainly making up for it now!

She began to whimper and I watched, mesmerised as she
built up to an orgasm. And then it was on her. Raising
herself up, she pushed her fanny into his face. She
remained there for a few seconds, before she let out a
long groan and collapsed back into the sofa. Carl,
meanwhile, was content just to carry on slowly licking
her beautiful soft inner flesh. The taste was sublime
and he did not want to stop. But he had to when she
covered herself with her hand. As he looked up as if to
question her she leaned forward to kiss him. She could
taste her own secretions on his lips.

"It's your turn now," she whispered.


Chapter 4


Carl stood up in front of Linda, who remained seated on
the sofa with her legs splayed. He took off his shirt
and then slipped off his shoes and socks, finally
removing his trousers. He was standing between her legs,
his Calvin Klein's level with her face. It was evident
that he was working out regularly, his flat hard stomach
and his muscle definition providing ample evidence of
the fact. But it was his bulge that commanded her
attention. She grasped the waistband of the CK's, and
carefully eased them over his erection.

I'd seen him in the shower so I knew he was well hung,
but I hadn't seen him erect, of course, and I had no
idea he was this big. In its fully erect state it was
simply enormous, almost twice as long and probably twice
as thick as mine. The bulbous head was slightly thicker
still and his testicles seemed as big as eggs in his
heavy pendulous scrotum.

Linda appeared to be mesmerised by this monster. It was
even bigger than the one that had made such an indelible
impression on her when we had first watched a film
together, the one that had fuelled so many of her
fantasies. What's more, it was right in front of her
face.

Linda reached out to touch it, afraid that when she did
so, it would disappear and that she would wake up, but
no, she wasn't dreaming. It was real enough for her to
feel how hot it was. It was real enough for her to feel
how it throbbed. She was holding it but her fingers
could not fully encircle its pulsating thickness.

She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the
shaft, from its base amidst the forest of black hair to
the smooth head that was already glistening with his
anticipatory juices. Her forefinger played in them
leaving a damp trail as it circled his crown. She was
intrigued by the size of his testicles and she cupped
each one in turn, as if trying to gauge their weight.
And then she was again holding his shaft. She had never
felt such a penis before. She had never tasted such a
penis before. But she had plans to rectify that at once!

Opening her mouth she bent down towards it. Tentatively
she touched it with the tip of her tongue. She pulled
away for a moment, but only in order to look up at his
face and smile. She again bent down towards it, this
time kissing his opening and tasting his wetness.
Opening her jaw to an uncomfortable degree, Linda could
just about take the head of it in her mouth. Her left
arm was hooked around his thigh, her fingers pressing
against his inner flesh. It seemed she was holding him
captive; making sure he couldn't escape.

Call it intuition, but I would have thought that was the
last thing on his mind! She continued to stroke his
prodigious thickness with her free hand but the ache in
her jaw forced her to release him. She may have had
difficulty taking him in her mouth but that did not mean
it should be denied the pleasure of her lips and tongue.
Accordingly she kissed and sucked his shaft before
turning her attention to his testicles. She even managed
to take one of them in her mouth as she continued
stroking him.

And then she felt him go tense and she knew he was about
to come. I admit to being totally surprised when I saw
her fasten her mouth over the opening of Carl's prick as
he began to ejaculate. But I wasn't the only one. Linda
had actually surprised herself at her spontaneous
action. She had thought that because his cock was so
perfect, his semen would taste like nectar.

Well she was certainly wrong about that! It tasted like
semen, and, what's more, there was a lot of it. With the
reality came her instinctive reaction and she pulled
away from his cock but not before another thick wad of
sperm hit the back of her throat. More of it landed on
her face and ran down her chin, to form elongated
strands as it dripped on to her breasts. His final
emissions simply oozed out, and ran down the shaft on to
her fingers.

When she was sure he had finished she took him into her
mouth once more. Sucking his softening cock she
manoeuvred herself so that she could again look at
Carl's face. When their eyes met she released it and
smiled at him. Then she gave it one final kiss and sat
back in the sofa. Casually she picked up her discarded
panties and proceeded to wipe her face and to mop his
semen from her breasts. Carl sat down beside her. And I
was suddenly aware that the trousers of my best suit
were covered in spunk!

They kissed for some considerable while. Then Linda
reached down for her coffee and Carl did the same. As
they sat side by side on the sofa it was a scene of
normal cosy domesticity, mirrored, no doubt, in
households, everywhere. That is if one is prepared to
overlook the fact that both were naked, that the man
with her was not her husband, and that her husband was
actually watching them, albeit without their knowledge!
Linda was now sitting in rather a prim fashion, her long
legs close together. Carl was more relaxed, his penis
now flaccid but still impressive, resting on his upper
thigh. He was the first to speak. He was smiling.

"Linda, I am pleased to inform you, that on the basis
of that audition, I am going to add you to my short
list!"

"I'm so relieved to hear that, Carl. I was concerned
that I might have blown it." She was pretending to be
serious but she was finding it difficult.

Carl had a grin all over his face. "That's funny, Linda,
my concern was that you might not! But seriously, I
would like to see you again. The only thing is, I've got
to go to Majorca early tomorrow morning. That's why I
had to leave the party so early. There are some legal
matters in connection with a villa that I'm planning to
buy and I have to attend to them in person. Can I call
you next week when I get back?"

She didn't answer. He wondered if she was now regretting
what she had done. Linda was regretting it, but for a
completely different reason, a reason that would have
astounded him, had he but known. She was regretting the
fact that because she had got too carried away when she
was giving him a blowjob, she had deprived herself of
what, (judging by the size of him), could only have been
a truly outstanding fuck. And now he was giving her the
vibes that he wanted to go. He put down his coffee and
spoke again.

"It is a very early flight, Linda, I suppose I really
ought to be making a move." But there was a marked lack
of conviction in his words.

"All right, Carl," she replied, "if you have to." She
put down her cup too, and turned to kiss him. Carl may
or may not have wanted to leave. Linda was absolutely
determined that he was not going to! She wasn't going to
miss this opportunity even if it meant he would miss his
plane. Hell, he could always get a later flight. Or
another villa!

As they kissed she started to caress his penis again and
there was an immediate response. He resumed stroking her
soft rounded breasts, his fingers again teasing her
nipples. In next to no time he was fully erect once
more. Linda smiled inwardly; she wasn't going to miss
out after all; but she had to make absolutely sure.
Holding his erection, she looked into his eyes. There
was a breathless tone to her voice.

"I want you, Carl, I want you inside me." I could hardly
believe my ears. That was my wife and she was asking
another man to fuck her!

She got up, turned to face him, and positioned herself
so that she was standing astride him. Without taking her
eyes off his face she grasped his cock again and slowly
began to lower herself on it. I already had some
experience of this inspired technique of hers, and could
therefore well imagine how much pleasure Carl would be
deriving from it.

However the reasons for her action were not solely
altruistic. By these means she would be able to retain
control and could thus stop if it became too painful.
Her caution was justified, too, because despite his
earlier efforts with fingers and tongue, Linda's opening
was not prepared for such an organ. She had to proceed
very carefully, and even then, she experienced some
discomfort as her narrow entrance slowly dilated.

Before long, the head of his glorious prick was tightly
sheathed in her vagina. She waited for a few seconds and
then she slowly lifted herself off it, only to press
down once more and take more of him inside her. Linda
groaned with pleasure as she felt herself being
stretched to a degree she had never imagined. Again she
raised herself and when she sank down this time she had
taken it all.

She stayed in that position until the membranes of her
vagina had stretched enough to accommodate it without
too much pain. It still felt rather uncomfortable,
having such a monster inside her, but the overriding
sensation was now one of intense sexual excitement. She
leant forward to kiss him and I will never ever forget
the sight of Linda, my beautiful wife, astride him, and
totally impaled upon his immense prick. Only his heavy
balls were visible.

Then I saw Carl reach out behind her, cup her buttocks
with his large hands, and stand up, all with no apparent
effort. (I must go the gym more often!) Linda had her
arms round his neck whilst he supported her weight with
his hands and his cock! He turned round and then gently
laid her down on her back on the sofa. Her legs were
scrunched up, with her knees almost level with her
shoulders. They were still joined at the groin.

Carl withdrew slightly before easing his cock all the
way into her. Linda groaned.

"Are you ok?" he asked. He was now supporting his weight
on his arms.

"Yes, I'm fine. It is just that you are rather big," she
whispered.

"I'm sorry, Linda. Am I hurting you?"

"Only a little bit now. But I'll be all right. Don't
stop."

Carl did as he was told and continued to fuck her in a
slow deliberate manner. Linda continued to groan every
time she felt his fullness deep inside her but it was a
softer sound, one that signified sexual pleasure, as
opposed to pain. Carl had wanted to take his time
fucking her, but because she was so tight and so
responsive he could not control himself. He quickened
his pace and soon he was thrusting away at full speed,
his heavy scrotum slapping against her buttocks.

Linda's breath was being forced out of her in gasps;
gasps mingled with groans. She was oblivious now to
everything but his powerful thrusting cock, and she was
even raising herself up, so as to ensure absolute
penetration. She looked up at him and their eyes locked.
Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders as he
rutted her. She was ecstatic and almost crying in her
ecstasy.

She was no longer concerned that he might do her harm.
Her real concern was that he would have to stop. She had
never, ever experienced such sensations before, and she
wanted them to go on forever. But they had to end.

Carl cried out that he was about to come and made as if
to withdraw. Linda immediately wrapped her legs around
him whilst her hands pressed down on his backside so as
to ensure he stayed deeply imbedded. Now she really was
holding him captive.

Carl groaned, his whole body tensed, and his buttocks
clenched as surge after surge of his seed spurted into
her depths. He stayed in that position, supporting his
weight on his arms until he was satisfied that he had
nothing left to give her.

He looked down at her and said in his soft voice,
"Linda, you are fantastic! And to think I only went to
the party because I had nothing better to do."

You and me both, thought Linda, but she didn't say
anything. She just responded with a kiss. She could
hardly admit to Carl, especially so soon after meeting
him, that she'd often had sexual fantasies, and that
what they had just done together had been far more
exciting than any of them. But it was true, it had!

Carl withdrew his softening member from Linda's
distended opening and got to his feet. She sat up and
swung her legs round.

"Linda, I'm really sorry but I do have to leave if I'm
going to catch my plane. I know I'm repeating myself but
I do want to see you again. Can I ring you when I get
back?" He didn't wait for her answer but added, "That's
if you want me to."

Instead of answering Linda reached out her hand and
delicately held his glistening penis. She could encircle
it now, but only just. She leaned forward and took the
whole glans into her mouth for a second or so before
planting a kiss on the tip of it. She stood up, and as
she did so, she was aware of his sperm beginning to seep
out of her. She kissed him.

"Yes, Carl, I do."

He put his clothes back on. They exchanged one more
kiss, he fully clothed, whilst she was still naked. He
had his arm around her neck and his hand on her breast
as they walked to the front door. She could now feel his
wetness trickling down her inner thighs.

"Don't forget to ring me," was all she said.


Chapter 5


As they went to the door I moved round to the side of
the house continuing to stay out of sight. I waited
until Carl's car was out of earshot and then rang the
doorbell. Linda came to the door, fully expecting Carl
to have returned, having had neither the time, nor
indeed the inclination to dress. The rapidly changing
expression on her face mirrored her turmoil within when
she realised it was her husband on the doorstep, and not
her recent lover.

"Ben! What are you doing, back home? I thought you were
in Zurich."

"No, Linda, it was cancelled, I'll tell you about it
later." I looked at her nakedness. "You look terrific.
How did you know it was me at the door?"

"I didn't!" Linda suddenly realised what she had said
and the obvious implications. She appeared embarrassed
and I could see her racking her brain, trying to think
of a credible explanation for the predicament in which
she now found herself.

I attempted to alleviate her embarrassment.

"Anyway, Linda, I'm hardly likely to complain when you
welcome me home like this, am I?" I didn't w