The Evolution of Carol
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"Man, would I ever like to fuck that!"
I was standing next to him at the bar and I turned to see who he was looking at. Couldn't blame him when I saw where he was looking; she was tall, well built and blonde and easily the best looking woman in the place that night. She was also the biggest slut. What the man next to me didn't know was that he could fuck her if he really wanted to; all he had to do was walk up to her and ask. If he didn't have bad breath (Carol was hell on bad breath) Carol would walk him outside to the parking lot and fuck his eyes out.
How did I know this? Simple - Carol was my wife.
Carol wasn't always a slut. Once upon a time she was a loving wife, a respected member of her church, and a well-known civic volunteer. Then she had the misfortune of meeting me. I bought the home next to Carol and her then husband Tom and they came over and introduced themselves as I was unloading the truck. The very first time I saw Carol I knew that I would do anything and everything that I had to do to fuck her and the look that passed between us as she shook my hand pretty much told me that she knew what I was thinking. No invitation, just a kind of "I know what you want and thanks for the interest" kind of look. That look, while not an invitation to try, gave me a hint as to how to go about bedding her.
Women who look like Carol and who give out looks like the one she gave me are not used to being ignored and that was something that I could use. The very first step in seducing a married woman who lives close to you is to get to know her husband and become pals. In Tom's case it was easy. I had the key to him when on the third day in my new home I pulled up in front with my pickup truck and trailer on which sat a perfectly restored 65' Mustang. When Tom came home from work that night he came over to look at it before he even went into his house. He walked around it, looked under it and got up on the trailer and looked inside.
I sipped my beer and watched him from my living room window and wondered if the Mustang was going to be my "hook." I went outside and walked up to the trailer, "It still needs some work, but it won't look too bad when I get a good paint job on it."
He laughed, "You want to see one that needs some work just come on over to my garage."
We walked to his garage and he showed me his 66'. It was down to bare metal and missing the right front fender, but the rest of the metal was good.
"What are you going to do for a fender?"
He made a face and said, "I haven't made up my mind yet. I could get a new one or I could rework the old one. One part of me wants to do all the work on this thing with my own hands and the other part wants to get it on the road as soon as I can."
Well Tom, the first step on the road toward my fucking your wife is about to be taken, "What if you were suddenly to come into possession of a new fender? Would that help you make up your mind?" He looked at me and I said, "I just happen to have a right front fender in my garage and I don't need it."
He looked at me warily, "What do you want for it?"
I smiled and said, "Nothing. I don't need it and you do. Some day you may have something I need and you can pay me back."
To paraphrase - One small fender for Tom, one giant step toward my fucking Carole.
From that day on you could find the both of us in either his garage or mine. The friendship wasn't phony, I really did like Tom, but that wasn't going to keep me from trying to fuck his wife if I got a chance. Tom invited me over to dinner several times and on those occasions I made sure that Tom and I monopolized the conversation and while I was friendly toward Carol I didn't pay her much attention. I was gambling that she wasn't used to being ignored by men and that sooner or later she would do something to "bring me into the fold" so to speak.
Two months went by and Christmas was coming up and I always have a party during the holidays. I invited Tom and Carole, several other of my new neighbors and a lot of friends, most of who were just as bad as I was. Several couples were into swapping, two couples where the husband liked to watch his wife with other men and then there was Monica.
Monica's thing was gangbangs after which she would go home and sit on her hubby's face. I'd never met him since he always stayed home, but he had tasted me more than once. Before the party was over I knew Monica would be in an upstairs bedroom pulling a train and I was already planning on how I could arrange for Carol to "accidentally" see Monica in action. That, together with strong drinks and plenty of mistletoe scattered through the house, should go a long way toward planting some ideas in her pretty little head. I really didn't expect to nail her at the party, but I did want to get her mind working on naughty thoughts.
The party went a whole lot better than I had expected. Carol and Tom were among the first guests to arrive and when I fixed them their drinks I made sure they got doubles. I had already primed my friends (the women anyway) to be 'suggestive' when they were around Tom, not hit on him outright, but to work on making him think he could have any one of them if he wanted to take a shot. Monica, on the other hand, was to tease him as much as she could and when I gave her the high sign she was to try and get him to go upstairs. I didn't expect him to actually go, but I wanted Carol to see what was going on. I especially wanted to watch Carol as the girls maneuvered Tom under the mistletoe. The guys had been asked not to get Carol under the mistletoe.
I spent most of the party keeping a close eye on Carol and keeping her drink full - always a double of course. I watched as she watched Tom and the way all the ladies present swarmed around him. Tom was a normal red-blooded male and he was eating up all the attention he was getting and he'd had just enough to drink that he wasn't even aware of how Carol was taking it. Hell, he might have even forgotten she was there. About nine o'clock I walked up to Carol with a fresh drink, "Having fun?"
She gave me an unreadable look and said, "Not as much as my husband."
I looked over to where Sally Jenkins had Tom under the mistletoe and I said, "It's just harmless fun."
She looked at me and said, "He has been under that damn mistletoe all night. Do you know that I haven't been under it even once?"
I smiled at her, "That's because the men are afraid of you."
She looked up at me, "What?"
I said, "They are afraid of you. Look around the room; you are easily the most beautiful and sexually attractive woman here. Most of them having been drinking enough to lose most of their inhibitions and they are afraid that if they start kissing you they will get carried away and get slapped. The slap wouldn't damage them, but it would damn sure alert their wife or girl friend and the rest of the night wouldn't be too pleasant for them."
"Is that why you haven't tried to kiss me?"
I grinned, "Absolutely! I don't trust myself around you sober, let alone when I have been drinking."
Carol laughed, "God, what a line" and I smiled at her, "Excuse me, I just saw another guest come in."
I walked over to Monica and told her it was time. She left me and maneuvered Tom under the mistletoe and gave him a kiss that should have melted the soles of his shoes. Then she whispered in his ear and turned and walked away. The look on Tom's face as he watched her walk up the stairs was one of confusion (Did she just say what I think she said?). I looked for Carol and I saw her watching Tom as, wonder of wonders, he shook the confusion out of his head and headed for the stairs. This was totally unexpected. Granted, it was what I had hoped for, but I never thought it would happen.
I went to the kitchen and got a bottle down off the top shelf of one of the cabinets, took out a little blue pill and ground it up into as fine a powder as I could. I made Carol another drink and I added the powder and stirred the drink until all trace of the powder was gone. Most people tell you that Viagra doesn't work well on women, but that hasn't been my experience. It won't turn her into a nympho, but it will certainly create heightened feelings if you can get her going. I took the fresh drink to Carol and found her staring at the stairs. It had been almost five minutes since Tom had followed Monica to the second floor and I know what she was thinking. She had seen Monica and Tom under the mistletoe, seen Monica whisper in his ear and had seen him follow Monica up the stairs. She gave me a brief smile when I came up to her and handed her the drink.
"You know" she said, "I've never seen the inside of this house on the second floor. Why don't you take me on a tour."
She didn't know that I knew Tom had gone upstairs so I very casually said, "How about you come over tomorrow when the place isn't so crowded. It's not really a good idea to go upstairs at one of my parties. Some of my friends can be a little uninhibited if you know what I mean. A few drinks, a couple of trips to the mistletoe, raging hormones and stuff like that. So come on over tomorrow when things won't be so wild up there, okay? Excuse me, there is someone I need to talk to."
I walked away from her to the kitchen and then I turned to watch. She was looking at the stairs and silently I was saying, "Do it baby, do it. Climb those stairs" and after a minute or so she swallowed her drink and went upstairs. I moved over to the bottom of the stairs to be available when she came down. I had Jerry, one of my very good buddies with me (he and I had double-teamed quite a few women) and we were talking when Carol came down. The look on her face was one of sheer determination, determined to do what I didn't know, but I was ready for anything. She didn't even look at me, she just reached out, grabbed my arm and led me to the nearest piece of mistletoe. Before I knew it she had her tongue in my mouth, but I catch on pretty quick and I began to give as good as I was getting. It was a very long and passionate kiss and when we finally broke apart she said, "Is there any place we can be alone?"
I gave her a long look and she said, "I know what I'm doing. Is there some place we can go?"
I walked her over to my den and led her inside. I locked the door and turned to face her and she came into my arms and kissed me again. We necked for a couple of minutes and then I put my hands on her tits. She pushed my hands away, "I don't want any of that shit. Just fuck me."
She lifted her skirt, pulled off her panties and laid down on the floor and looked up at me. "Come on, fuck me. No foreplay, just fuck me."
Never argue with a lady I thought and I dropped my trousers and did what the lady wanted. She was tight and it took me several strokes to get all the way in and the whole time she was moaning, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, put it in me and fuck me."
Once I was all the way in and I started fucking her the moans changed to "Oh yes, oh yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" and I did the best I could to keep her begging for it while at the same time pacing myself. I wanted to keep her hot so that the next piece of the plan could fall into place. I brought her to two orgasms and she was building toward a third when Jerry used his key to let himself into the room and started to undress. I still hadn't cum, but the idea wasn't for me to get off, but to get Carol off as much as possible. She started on her third orgasm and I pulled away from her and before she was aware of it Jerry had taken my place. She came down from her high and saw Jerry and then she looked around in confusion until she saw me standing off to the side watching, but Jerry was fucking her as hard and fast as he could and soon her attention was back on him.
Fucking a woman and deliberately not cumming is not an easy thing to do, but Jerry and I had done this before. The object is to keep he woman cumming and make the switch while she is in the middle of her orgasm. It works better with three or four guys and we did have one more coming, but he needed to get there pretty damn quick because the next time I switched with Jerry I was going to cum. Carol started another orgasm and Jerry and I made the switch. I was pounding hard into Carol and she was pushing back up at me and in about three minutes I just had to let loose and as I flooded her pussy she cried out, "No, not yet, I'm not ready" and I continued to pump until my cock went soft and then I got out of the way and let Jerry back in.
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