Isabel's Obsession Ch. 03

It had been four days since Izzy had seen Paul. Four, long, lonely, sex-barren days, at least they had been for her. For Paul, she could only imagine, and that was the problem: her imagination. She could not stop herself from thinking about what was happening behind those closed doors of his. Or what Paul was doing with the steady stream of young, beautiful models who came and went. Nor could she stop looking, each time a car parked at the bottom of his drive. She could not help but be envious of these beautiful women and the fact that they were spending time with her lover. At least two hours of his dedication per woman, to be precise, alone, with him, in his house. Time that he should be spending with her. She knew just how much Paul could accomplish in two hours, and that worried her all the more.

Of course, she knew why she had not seen Paul in those four days. She knew that he was preparing for a prestigious fashion shoot in Paris. She knew, too, that in reality, he would be working flat out for most of the hours that made up her days of loneliness, and for the remainder, he would be sleeping, hopefully alone; she taunted herself again. She had asked him before this 'dry spell' had begun whether she could spend those sleeping hours with him, knowing that it would help to calm her feelings of jealousy and paranoia. But he had said no. Reminding her that it would be very difficult to explain to her husband why she was missing during the night-time. Plus, he had said, with her in his bed, it would be unlikely that either of them would be sleeping. Although she vehemently denied that would happen, they both knew he was right.

Her husband. Paul had to remind her about her husband. Of course, when she was thinking of Paul, Philip was rarely, if ever, considered. He continued his usual routine, seemingly oblivious to Izzy's torrid affair. As long as food was on the table and his clothes were washed, he seemed content to retire to the TV room to watch sports or to fall asleep. Her sexual interactions with Philip were happening less and less as time went on, something that had begun long before she started having sex with Paul. Now, she was even less interested in her husband in that way.

What was unsettling Izzy more than usual was the knowledge that Paul would soon be sloping off to Paris for what was likely to be the summer. A leave of absence that she was already dreading and wondering how on Earth she was going to survive. A sudden shiver passed through her body as she thought that at some point during that absence, her husband would likely approach her for sex. It had, after all, been two months since their last unsatisfying coupling, so he would no doubt expect her to 'perform' once more. She shivered again. "Stop it, Izzy."

During the past four weeks, since Paul had returned from Milan, she had been involved in a whirlwind of new sexual experiences and had orgasmed more times in one hour with Paul than she felt was humanly possible. He had used her and abused her in almost every way possible, and she had loved every minute of it. So maybe, she extrapolated, she had received enough satisfaction to last for the coming few months whilst he was away. Not an unreasonable thought, considering she had gone years without knowing what real sexual satisfaction was. But therein lay the problem. She now knew what it was, had experienced it, many times, and knew herself to be addicted to that joy, pleasure and excitement, which could be provided by one man and one man only; Paul.

Staring out of the window again, as another beauty got into her car and drove away, she looked at her garden, realising that it appeared rather neglected. It was a bright sunny morning, so she suddenly goaded herself into action. She would do some gardening to take her mind off of her erogenous zones and onto something that she loved to do very much. Grabbing some gardening gloves and secateurs, she went outside, as she was. Not bothering to change into some more sensible attire.

And that was where Paul found her. Weeding in a flowerbed at the front of her house. He studied the firm, rounded shape of Izzy's buttocks for some time, enjoying the view and idly wondering whether or not she was wearing any panties. She was on all fours, with her bum to him. And he was surprised to find that she was in a summer dress, as opposed to her usual jumper and jeans. The dress was tight about her narrow waist, yet had a voluminous skirt which billowed within the breeze. At any moment, Paul thought, if he stayed there long enough, he might be lucky enough to get his answer, as the wind blew her skirts even higher, revealing the back of her toned legs and thighs. The wind then changed, and instead of snatching at the light material, it blew it so that it formed tightly about her rear, highlighting the delights that lay beneath. He found this simple thing, the wind playing with Izzy's dress, to be extremely erotic, and was not surprised that his body quickly reacted to the vision of this woman's perfect form, being played with by the elements..

"Now that is a rather delicious sight. Extremely mouth-watering and very teasing. Almost as if you knew I was there, watching. A sight that I have not had the pleasure of seeing in what feels like ages. The past four days have truly been a torment of wanting... yearning, dreaming and remembering. How much for the full unimpeded view Mrs?"

Izzy turned to where the deep baritone voice emanated, remaining as she was, on all fours. Gardening had been her one true passion in life. But that had been replaced. Replaced by the owner of that voice. The solace that she received from getting her hands dirty in the soil, certainly did not hold the same appeal when Paul was about. Her body started to tingle, and her nipples, off from the starting blocks, grew hard, micro-seconds before her goosebumps.

She had chosen to wear a dress that morning, for no other reason than that she now seemed to prefer wearing dresses. Of course, that was aided, even driven by the fact that Paul preferred to see her in them. It was an impractical item of clothing to wear whilst gardening; her hair was equally styled in an impractical way, for she had put it in a ponytail, but it still managed to dangle before her face and to drape within the soil. Still, she could not have been happier that she had remained in this attire, now that this man was unexpectedly standing behind her. He would have been very disappointed had she been wearing the more practical jeans and top she would have normally.

"In fact, I seem to find you in almost the same position as when I last 'had' you. Very fortuitous, don't you think?"

Izzy sat back on her haunches and squinted up at the handsome face of her next-door neighbour. She was very well aware of how her body was communicating to him, her pleasure at seeing him, and of receiving his comments. She spotted his erection immediately, clearly visible beneath his light cotton shorts, and it made a huge smile break out upon her face. A face, that displayed the complexion and pureness of an English-rose; apart from, that is, a small smudge of dirt on her nose. She was pale but had a healthy glow about her, a glow that was reinforced by the fact that she was now flushing upon her slightly freckled cheeks and neck.

"I beg your pardon, Sir! Did I hear you right, that you are offering me money in the rather vain hope that I will remove my clothes? What sort of woman do you take me for? And who might you be, for that matter? No... no, wait a minute, it is not... is it? Why yes, it is Paul, Paul from next door. What a surprise. Why it has been so long since I last saw you, I almost didn't appreciate it was you. How have you been?" She looked at him, pretending to barely recognise him. "And what is it about me that you find to be so 'mouth-watering' that you are willing to pay to see me... shall we say, in greater clarity? Pray, do tell, Sir?? And what is this 'position' to which you refer?"

Paul laughed. "Why, on all fours you hussy, ready to accept my wanton attention. Just as you were when I last fucked you. Only last time, I seem to remember that you were completely sans clothes. Now then, tell me, are you being a good girl, and beneath that lovely dress, you are bereft of underwear?"

"Sorry to disappoint. I am wearing both panties and a bra. You see, I was not expecting...."

"Oh, but that is disappointing," Paul interrupted her, casually looking at his watch and then to the empty parking space where her husband usually parked his car. "There is nothing left to do then but for me to dispense the punishment, I'm afraid. Unless, of course, you have something to say in your defence?"

"I'm sorry, in my what; my defence?"

"Your defence, you know, like any extenuating circumstances, any illness or maybe Force Majeure?"

"Force Majeure? I'm not even sure I know what that is." Suddenly, a wicked look came into her eyes. "No excuses, I'm afraid. Other than to spite you. But as you weren't about, you wouldn't have known, so it was somewhat wasted, wasn't it? Looks like I must take my punishment like a trooper."

"So be it, trooper Woodyer. Stand, please!" Paul's voice had taken on a stern military edge. "That's it. Stand here, right here in front of me. Good. Now, undo your very pretty dress, but do not remove it. Quickly now. That's it. When you have done so, I want you to hold it open, showing me the offending articles. Ahh, peach underwear I see; a matching set too? How elegant, how delightfully sweet, and how full they look with your priceless treasures."

"Why, thank you, Sir." Izzy smiled and curtsied. "I wasn't aware I had any 'priceless treasures', nor that I would be asked to display them today." She chuckled.

"Take off your bra!" Paul barked. "Unfetter my beauties, just as God intended. But do not remove your dress just yet."

"Just yet?"

"Give the bra to me when you are done."

"But Paul...." Izzy hesitated.

"I said, take it off and give it to me." Paul held out his hand and waited patiently.

Smiling rather shyly, Izzy finished undoing her dress, then parted it fully, displaying all that she had. She reached between her ripe, full mounds to the centre clip of her bra, popping it so that her large breasts tumbled out. She moving her hands out of the way to give Paul a full unobstructed view of them.

"Why are your nipples hard, Woodyer?" Paul continued in a military style.

Izzy looked down at them, not in the least bit surprised by their current state. "I could ask you a similar question about my baby here." She pointed at Paul's erection. "Why do you think they are erect? It is your doing, not mine; they, like the rest of my body, are fully under your control, as well you know."

She reached into the dress to her left shoulder, pulled down the strap of her bra, and tucked it through the armhole of her dress. She then pulled it from the outside, down her arm and off. Repeating the same process with her right arm, she withdrew the whole bra, dropping it into Paul's waiting hands. "There, Sir, as ordered."

"Good, good. It is all warm and smells of you. OK, now remove your panties. You are aware of the condition in which I expect to find them?"

"Yes, Sir, Izzy squeaked. Knowing that Paul was expecting to find her panties wet, with her juices. But they were not wet, they were sodden, such was the effect this man had on her. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly drawing them down over her hips, making sure the material covered her pubis, until the last minute. Then, fully exposing herself to Paul, she pushed them down her long legs before stepping out of them. Bending down, she picked them up and passed them to Paul. "Sorry, Sir, I hope you are not disappointed with me again. I have no idea how they could have got as wet as that." She smirked at Paul, who simply smiled back.

"Good girl, they are indeed very wet, as you say, and have a delightful fragrance, a fragrance that is all you. Now, turn your back to me. If anyone walks past, I want you to wave at them.

"Doing that is likely to reveal my tits to them Paul, and maybe my naked pussy too."

"If they are lucky, yes."

"Awww, Paul. I can't believe you are making me do this again. Naked in my own garden, in broad daylight."

"Is it turning you on?"

"You know it is, you monster, though I didn't need too much 'turning on. ' I was pretty worked up in the first place, as evidenced by my knickers! God, imagine if Philip saw me now? Naked, apart from a dress over my shoulders, breasts poking out, nipples hard, and my pussy dribbling. It would give him a heart attack, I would think."

"Imagine what he would think if he had seen all of the other naughty things you have been up to."

"I know, and I do, in fact, it is a...." Izzy stopped herself before revealing something to Paul that she was not quite ready to admit.

"It is a... what?"

"It is something that plays on my mind a little." She lied to Paul, one of the very few lies she had told him, but only because she didn't want him to be disgusted with her."

"Wait here until I come back." Paul suddenly walked off.

"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir." Izzy trembled in aprehension wondering if anyone would walk past and see her state of undress. She also wanted to know what Paul had planned for her, because it was evident, that he had something in mind.

"And no turning around if someone sees you." He called over his shoulder.

Izzy cursed under her breath and then smiled. He knew her only too well. Despite being very turned on by exposing herself like this, she would indeed have turned around if she had seen someone. A minute later, her mettle was tested, as she heard a couple of horses approaching, walking slowly down the lane. The riders of which would be able to see her any second now. It was two young women. Both of them sat in their saddles, open-mouthed as Izzy waved at them. They then turned to each other, giggling. "Are you OK?" One shouted across to Izzy.

"Perfectly, thank you. I have been told to wait here until my man comes back, so I am doing as I am told."

"I see," said the older of the two girls, seeming to understand. "I hope he is worth the wait?"

"Ohh he is, believe me, he is."

Paul went in search of a garden chair, he specifically wanted one without any arms on. He found one in Izzy's rear garden, by the patio table. Picking it up, he brought it around to the front in time to see the two young girls riding past. He waved at them as he set the chair behind Izzy. She remained where he had left her. Her open dress barely covered her breasts and did not attempt to hide the modesty of her completely smooth pubic mound and protruding, glistening labia. Her swollen genitals transmitted to all, her heightened excitement.

"See?" Izzy called to the girls.

"Yes, and you were right. Wow!" Both girls laughed and carried on down the road at the slow pace of the walking horses.

Paul sat upon the chair. he undid and removed his shorts, kicking them to one side behind Izzy. "I see you have made some new friends; that is good."

"Yes, they asked me if I was in trouble. I said not at the moment, but hoped I would be later." She giggled to herself. "They seemed to very much like the look of you, too."

"Did they now? Well, we are quickly gaining the reputation of being the 'local flasher in the garden' aren't we?" He casually slid his hands underneath the hem of Izzy's dress, resting them on the backs of her thighs, just above the knee, gently caressing the hard flesh there before ascending the long expanse of hot flesh, slowly, up towards her buttocks. "Perhaps we should invite them back to see just what sort of trouble you get yourself into?"

Izzy began to groan immediately. The touch of this man's hands was like an amphetamine to which she was wholly addicted. Paul's large hands cupped her buttocks and began to caress them gently, but then moved on, slipping around her hips to grasp her and pull her slightly backwards. She felt his hands slip from her body and missed their contact immediately, groaning in her displeasure. "Would you like an audience whilst you make love to me?" Izzy tested the water. "I don't mean like from a distance, as in the restaurant car park, but by arrangement. You know, they are there specifically to watch us having sex."

"Like 'dogging, ' you mean?

"Dogging? What is that?"

"It is where people go to specific places and expose themselves to strangers. There is some sort of etiquette that I don't fully understand. But I believe you can do anything from masturbation, with people watching, to full intercourse, with those people participating. A bit like a modern-day orgy I suppose."

"My God, and there are specific places you say? Are there any near here?"

"Why, do you want to give it a try? You are getting more adventurous by the hour, it would seem?"

"No. Of course, I don't. Just a little curious."

"Yes, and we know what happened to the 'cat, ' don't we? I could find out if you wanted. But to be honest, those sorts of places don't do anything for me."

"Oh," Izzy panted out the word. "And why is that?" She was well aware of Paul's hands as they had returned to her body and were alternating between caressing her buttocks and running round to her pubis, but avoiding her vagina; driving her crazy in the process.

"Oh, I don't know. The lack of intimacy, I suppose. It is just sex with strangers. OK if that floats your boat, but not for me. I like to know the person I am fucking. But if you want me to find you a spot, I will happily do so?"

"No.... no. I am the same as you. But are you willing to share me, or have me do it on my own?"

"Oh, right," Paul said, seemingly unconvinced. "If it is something you want to do Izzy, what right have I to stop you, other of course that which is binding in our agreement."

"Which is?"

"No other man's cock in your pussy."

She smiled. "Look I'm just teasing. Trying to make you jealous." She looked at his face and the unconvinced expression that was there. "No really, I don't want to... well, let's forget about that and concentrate on what your hands are doing because they are driving me nuts!"

Paul released her buttocks for a few seconds, and Izzy felt a slight tug on the hem of her dress. It slipped easily from her shoulders, falling in a puddle of cotton at her feet. Apart from her light summer shoes, she was now completely naked. "Oooh," she gasped. "Now I really am flashing! You are very naughty, exposing me like this. People will be able to see everything I own now!"

"Everything I own." Paul corrected her. "And this is the price you pay for trying to make me jealous, not that I wasn't going to do it anyway. If you have it, flaunt it, that is what I say, and by God Izzy, you have got it in spades!" Before Paul, stood the narrow-waisted, flared-hipped body, of the forty-year-old woman, who he had come to adore. Her taut, peach-shaped buttocks were irresistibly firm and teased him in their presence. He had no option but to lean forward and kiss them in appreciation. Biting each cheek occasionally, as well as caressing the large rounded firm flesh.

"Hey you! People are going to know exactly what you are doing back there!" She spoke in a lowered voice that had already begun to break as her passion rose. "Just what is it you plan to do, with me anyway, standing here all naked and... and quivering.... ohhhh Paul!? That is lovely, uuuummmm keep doing that and... and oooohhh God, that too... people are not only going to be able to see me, but they are going to be able to hear me too. Ohhhhh GODDD!"

"Oh, they will see and hear you alright, every sexy part of your wonderful body. Don't you worry?" Paul had slipped a hand between Izzy's legs, forcing them open a little, as his large finger investigated her wet genitals. "Umm, just as I thought. Have you been masturbating this morning, or having sex maybe with someone? You seem to be rather wet, to have just been gardening, unless, of course, it turns you on that much?"

"Well actually, I have been sucking a steady stream of young men's cocks, for the past four days. And I do mean steady stream. I'm surprised you didn't see them actually. Once I sucked all of the sperm out of their balls, I let them use my cunt as a receptacle for more. You must have caught me in a dry patch."

Paul scoffed. "This does not feel like a dry patch to me, young lady." He pushed two long fingers into her wet folds, along the cleft of her vagina and directly inside of her. Biting her hard upon the right cheek as he did it."

"Christ!" Izzy came instantly. "Oh, you naughty man. What are you doing to me?" She was trembling violently, causing her breasts to jiggle. She leant forward, putting her hands on her knees to support herself, but all this did was to offer herself even more to the sitting man. As the spasms of her orgasm wracked her body, she suddenly felt Paul's tongue licking about her anus, and before she could catch her breath, it had stabbed into her. The unexpected assault collapsed her legs, and she sat heavily on Paul's knees. "OOohhh look what you've done. A simple touch.... and I'mm...." Izzy had both of her breasts cupped in her hands and was playing with her nipples as she rode the large fingers, still inside her pussy. "So bad, so bad.... Just four days of abstinence, and I'm putty in his hands. Ooohhh Christ that is good...."

"OK, I think we have shown the world enough of your naked beauty, for now. Which means, it must be my turn, for I can never get enough."

Isabel flushed at the compliment and put her chin to her chest coyly, before looking round to face Paul. If there was one thing she would not get tired of, it was being complimented by this charming, attractive man. "Do you mean it? I mean, really mean it? You say the nicest things to me, Paul. But please tell me that you mean them. I think you do, no... I know you do. For I have watched your eyes. You may not be aware, but they pay me compliments all of the time, the way they rove over my body, making me feel naked, even if I'm not. The hunger they show. You look at me in ways no one else does or ever has. It does terrible things to my insides. I know I have said this before, but you are a very bad influence on this married woman."

"You deserve all you get." He smacked her across the rump, eliciting a cry of pain. He then put his hands on her waist and helped her stand, turning her slowly around to face him.

Izzy turned easily, urgently wanting to see Paul and his hungry eyes. "My GOD PAUL! You are... you are... you lovely.... lovely... rude man! Hey, you weren't like that when those girls came past, were you?" She looked down at the completely, and shockingly, naked man sitting before her, his body more tanned and more toned than ever. But it was what was sprouting from his loins, that held her interest the most. Her mouth had fallen open at the sight of his prominent erection, and it took her a little while to recover. Paul opened his legs wide so that she could see his full length, as it extended from his covetous balls. Balls that looked large and heavy with sperm. His cock jerked as she looked upon it, swaying a little from side to side. It was always a revelation to her, just how big it was, how virile and strong, in the prime of life. She couldn't imagine a time when Paul would need to use Viagra, to get it up. She couldn't visualise either, how on Earth she managed to fit that monstrous thing inside of her in more than one place.

"I think they would both have cried rape, had I been. Though they could probably see I was erect through my shorts, had they looked."

"Oh they looked alright. I know they did, because if I were them, I would have."

"No wonder they rode off then."

"They rode off because they could tell in my eyes, that you were mine, and that I would defend what is mine, with tooth and nail!" She bared her teeth at him and broke into a smile. "Now, just what are you intending to do with that, young man?" She pointed a finger accusingly at his pulsing phallus, feeling the lust and desire within herself; exponentially increasing with every second that she gazed upon it. Her eyes lazily played about his groin, watching with intrigue, as his balls moved within the loose folds of skin about them. His muscular legs, equally bronzed, made her heart skip as the power within them, would be the main driving force behind his impressive erection, as he forced his way into her cunt. She licked her lips unconsciously, fully aware that the beast enthralled her. An erect serpent, that looked at her, proudly displaying its apparent rude health and seemingly ready to spit its venom at a moment's notice. The skin about it was taut, the veins giving it lifeblood were pronounced and the plum-coloured head reflected the sun from its glossy surface. A little dew-drop of pre-come began to leak from the urethra, as the long pole of his erection, rigidly pointing directly upward and at her, called to her and made her step closer.

"OH, I'm not going to be doing anything my lovely, other than sitting here. You, on the other hand, will be undertaking the lion's share of the work. You are going to spread those exceedingly long legs of yours, putting them on either side of mine, and you are going to sit on me, or more specifically, him."

"What? You mean.... here? You want... me to.... to fuck you... right... now? God this man! Not content with me standing 'starkers', in my front garden, exposing all to anyone who walks or drives past; not to mention our nosey neighbours. He now wants them to watch me... fucking him as well!" The look of concern upon her face gradually broke into a huge smile as the thought of what he was suggesting, began to appeal to her. A little of the old Izzy was still there, however, and her slightly worried look returned as she considered about being caught on her front lawn, copulating.

"Uh huh. That is exactly what you are going to do. Now, spread your legs and step about me. Then I want to see how wet you are for me, so spread your labia. I can already see your lips are puffy and swollen, so don't go telling me you don't want this, that you don't want me to fill your insides, first with my cock, then with my come."

"Ohhh Paul, when have you ever known me, not to be ready for you? Or to want you, to have you inside of me? I would be ready and willing if you were to wake me in the middle of the night, so great is my infatuation with you. But what about my husband? How do you know he is not going to turn up in the next few minutes, to find us fucking on the lawn?"

"Is he? Is he going to turn up anytime soon?"

"Well no.... but"

"There you are then. Besides, I thought you wanted him to witness you being fucked, by a large, virile, pulsing...."

"Ooohh God Paul, you are making my legs feel weak. I just can't think straight when you are about.... let alone like that."

"Well, you had best climb aboard then, and sit down, it will make you feel so much better. I know it will me."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Izzy stepped forward and placed a leg on either side of Paul's, steadying herself by holding onto his powerful shoulders. She bent her head forward and planted a passionate kiss upon his lips, delaying coupling with him for as long as she could resist it, making herself wait, to heighten her excitement still further. "Ooohhh I have missed you these past four days mister. The thoughts that have been running through my head have been disgustingly pornographic."

"You must tell me about them sometime."

"How am I going to make it through the next couple of months when you are in Paris?" Her eyes were flitting between his and his pulsating granite-hard rock which was protruding from his lap. "OOhh Paul, it doesn't matter how often I see him. He makes my insides churn with lust and desire every time. I've been wanting him inside me so much, it is all I could think about."

"Don't worry, I have some tasks planned for you, to keep you.... amused and to keep those long, delicate fingers of yours, busy. And what is more, I want you to come out and join me at the end of the first month. Of course, you'll have to sway it with Philip; I'm not sure how you will do that, but you can stay with me for a whole month, assuming you wish to of course? You won't even need to pack very much, because I will keep you locked in my room, naked for the whole time."

She laughed gayly. "And what about eating, and when the maid comes? But, do you really mean it? You would like me to come out? To spend time with you, for a whole month? Oh, Paul, I would love to do that. Please say you aren't joking?"

"It is no joke, honestly, I want you to come out. Do you really think that I won't miss you too? Of course, me being me, you must complete the tasks I set before you can come out. And as I said, you have to sway your husband. Will he cope with you gone for a month?"

"Oh, that will be the easy bit, it's the tasks I am more worried about. I sense an element of danger here." Izzy smiled at him again. "Do I get to hear what they are any time soon?"

"You will, yes. But not at the moment, the timing is not right."

Izzy moved forward, and lowered herself, so that her vaginal cleft slid across the top of Paul's cock, making it jump in excitement, and causing it to expand a little further. She rocked her hips back and forth allowing the head to slide between her wet lips. "Is there no way I can convince you to talk?" She said in a heavily seductive voice. "I mean I wouldn't want to have to resort to blackmail, by removing my sexual favours now, would I?"

Paul chuckled. "I wonder who would break first?"

"OK, so I know it would be me. When will you tell me what I must do then?"

"Tomorrow, for I have something lined up, that requires your participation."

"Oh, you do, do you? What if I were busy?"

"I'd make you cancel it. Particularly if you want to come to Paris and witness me fucking as many of the young models as I can get my cock into. I mean, that's all I do at these events, right?"

Izzy slapped him on the pectoral muscle. "You know I said that in jealousy, don't you? Besides, if I'm there, they will need to get through me first, because I will be on top of you the whole time, fucking my lovely baby here."

Paul chuckled, then said. "Well, I will have to do some work whilst I'm there, too. But enough talking, part your lips, and lower yourself onto me."

"UUMmmm. Gardening gloves on, or off?"

"Whatever takes your fancy, if you want to leave them on, I'm game."

"God, he can even make gardening gloves sexy. You are such a pervert."

"All the better when it is you I am perving over, isn't it?"

"You bet. Now then, does my darling Hercules, need to be held within mummy's tight, warm and very wet vagina then?" She looked at Paul as she removed her gloves, dropping them to the lawn, her hands moved to her pubis slipping past to wrap about his hard throbbing phallus.

"Jesus Paul, how can flesh get so hard, when there is no bone inside? Fuck he feels big. Ohhh, I do so love him, he is always so polite in my presence, standing to attention as he does, without me even needing to ask. It does so much for my self-esteem you know. Makes me feel like I am wanted. Can I kiss him?"

"After I have drilled and filled you, yes. And of course, you are wanted. I want you from the second I wake up to the time that I close my eyes and fall asleep."

"Ohhh, and who is it that you are thinking about and wanting when you're asleep? Aren't you dreaming of me then? Or what you want to do to me?" She tried to put on a cross face, but couldn't manage it.

"My darling girl, I simply couldn't think about you any more than I do. You are very distracting you know, even when you are gardening! Talking of which it is high time we showed some passers-by, you posting on my cock, as you extract from me a full load of my sperm. A load I very much want to give to you."

"But Paul...."

He grasped her about the waist to silence any protest that she might have had, and watched as she released his cock and moved her hands to her smooth and hairless pubic area. Her long delicate fingers and painted, blood-red nails, plucked at her engorged labia, pulling them open to reveal her vagina. Her cleft was moist with her lubrication. "See, wet as usual. I bet you could say to me, out of the blue, 'Get wet', and I would. Though to be honest, it is likely that with you around, I would be wet already, such is the impact you have on me."

Making sure she had Paul's full, undivided attention, she began to circle her clitoris with her forefinger. She intended to turn him on to almost breaking, but her plan failed immediately, as the pad of her finger, rubbed her excitable nub of nerve endings, causing it to swell instantly and bringing her to her first self-induced orgasm of the day. She cried out as her passion erupted.

"Did I ever tell you, that you are one hot Mrs?"

"Aaahhhhhummmmm, ohhhh I do love touching myself... to have gone without this..... oooohhhh he's bouncing and throbbing! To... to have gone without this... tormenting pleasure for so many years, without even knowing it existed. What a fool I was... uuuuummmm that's so good. Being out here, naked... in broad daylight, playing with myself, whilst sitting astride the hunkiest of men, with a big, stiff, cock, pointing at my cunt, is soooo naughty, yet it is so arousing."

Paul plucked at her ponytail, removing her hairband and allowing her hair to have free reign, he preferred it that way. He ruffled her golden-brown locks so that they fell about her shoulders and her large breasts, breasts that he now gave his full attention to, cupping them in his large hands and running his thumbs about the stiff nipples as if he were holding a game controller. "That was a quick one, you must have really needed it?"

"Yes, oh yes..." She panted, her lips close to his ear. "That was the first one of the day at my own hand, or shall we say fingers? Do you know, since that first time; when you introduced me to the pleasures of my flesh, I pretty much masturbate two or three times a day? The only time I don't feel the need to; is when we fuck. Though," she looked down at herself, as her fingers slid through her wet flesh, "That is no guarantee as you can see. Do you think it, is excessive? To masturbate two or three times a day, and to want to have sex, all of the time? Am I a sex maniac?"

"Not at all, you are just a normal human being, who enjoys sex, the only wrong thing, is you are not sending me any videos of you doing it! That was our agreement, young lady."

"Yes it was, wasn't it? Will you be punishing me for my transgression?"

"Right after we fuck, yes. Now are you going to make yourself come again, you appear to be working up to it."

"I think so, yes, I can't help myself. Of course, having you and my baby watching me, so intently, as I finger myself.... is.... isn't... helping... ooooohhhHHHH fuck. FUCK! I'm already... I'm going to come. YEEEeesss. So quickly. Huh, huh, ah... ooohhh Jesus, he is throbbing so much Paul, and leaking your come. Hold on my darling, because I really need that... ooohhfuck... that drilling.... you... oohhhhhh... promised meeeeeoooohHHHHSHIT! Yes, yes, fuck ooohhfuck that is sooo good. Ohhh, tell me how much you like watching me wank for you?"

"I like how your skin breaks out in goose-bumps as you get close, how your body quivers and trembles to your finger's touch. I like the fact you get so wet, that you dribble, and when you are frantically playing, it splashes onto your thighs, or me as in this case. I like that as you come, your nipples get rock hard and so sensitive, that a simple touch on them can finish you. I like that you are unashamed when you do it, that you like doing it in front of me in fact. But what I like most of all, is that you like doing it. Do you know, some women don't like to masturbate and certainly not in front of their partners? They are missing out in my opinion. You, on the other hand, are a very, very erotic lady."

"I am what you made me. You are completely to blame." She put her left hand upon his shoulder, feeding her wet fingers into his mouth as she bent forward, putting her lips to his ear. "I am so glad that I forced myself to talk to you that day. A day that I shall never forget because it was the first time I saw my baby here, and the first time I believe that I ever had an orgasm. Now, look at me. In my front garden, naked and masturbating, whilst straddling a huge cock, and begging the owner of it to, fuck me, like he means it."

As a response, Paul simply raised himself from the chair. The enlarged, glossy head of his penis, immediately found Izzy's wet cleft, and slipped along it, before entering her vagina forcefully.

"FUCK!" She screamed out to whoever might be listening, not caring, or worrying about the consequences. "Fuck, oh I've missed this. To go from three or four fucks a day to nothing for the last four days has been murder. Do you realise that, mister?"

"Yes, Izzy, my schedule has been pretty punishing for us both." As his hips moved up and down, stabbing Izzy with his swollen sword, so she lowered herself upon him in perfect rhythm, impaling herself.

Izzy was smothering Paul with kisses about his face and neck. She rode him with reckless abandon, fully aware that he had positioned the chair so that anyone passing would see her naked pear-shaped bottom, raising and lowering in sexual rhythm. That they would also bear witness to the thick, wet shaft, between her legs, that she was torturing herself upon; all the while, her moaning and groaning were increasing in volume; confirmation, if it were needed, of the pleasure she was obtaining from this adulterous act. But she couldn't care less at this point, who was watching, and had her husband turned up right then, she would not have been able to stop, taking her pleasure to its conclusion. As far as she was concerned, now, that was her one purpose in life, to accept Paul's cock, and draw out the sperm from his balls for shhe hungered for it with an addicts passion.

She slid down the long pole of pleasure to the point where the bulbous head of Paul's erect phallus pushed hard against her cervix and was rewarded with another explosive release. "Ooh my God, oh my God, shit... shit.. oohhhhhhaaaaahhhhPaul, Paul... drill me, yes... harder, harder... uuuughhh ugh, bite my nipples, punish me, oooohhhhGod I am such a naughty girl. HOHHHHH, coming... I... OHHHfuck, coming again.... again... can't stop... come for me my darling... fill me.... ohh he feels so hard... can feel... every throb... fuck me hard... ooohhh God. I think I am.....!"

Paul was an experienced lover, but even he could only take so much. The elicit pleasures that this sexy woman was deriving from riding his cock; finally took their toll. He felt his cock stiffen, so rammed it deeply into her. A second later, he ejaculated.

"AAAHHHHHHHH!" Izzy screamed as she felt the first flood of semen smash into her cervix. "YESSSS come, come inside me, make me yours, defile me, fill me with your seed, do what you will with me... ooohhh my God I love fucking you.

OHHHCOMING... I can feel your come emptying into my womb. So much... so much come, Paul... oooohhh coming again... FUCK.... Fuck.... Fuck." She cried out the expletive as she slammed herself down upon Paul's rod of iron. "Fuck my love, you were full."

Paul was grunting as he forcefully thrust upward into Izzy's vagina. Her pleasure at that point was forgotten; he had an overriding need to empty his balls into this woman. Each upward lunge produced a large volume of ejaculate until, after six or seven shots, he was finally empty. Empty, but not done, for he wanted Izzy to finish her orgasm, so he bent forward to her breast, and sucking an erect nipple into his mouth, he bit down upon it.

"FUCK, ohhh my love. Fuuucckk what are you doing to me.....? Jesus, I love that. I love my nipples being abused by you. YES, more, ooohhfuck, ohhh fuck." Her body was glistening in sweat, such was her efforts in orgasm, but she still posted up and down upon Paul's phallus, dragging from him the very last drops of his semen, eliciting the very last vestiges of pleasure. Her chest was heaving hard as Paul moved from one nipple to the other, biting the hardened nubs as well as the breasts about them. Leaving marks and love bites all over them. Izzy could just not calm her body down. She loved to be fucked so much by this man, that the very thought of it could produce an orgasm. He, to her, was sex personified, and she doated upon him. "You needed that as much as I did, didn't you...?" She was panting hard, trying to recover, but she could still feel his cock pulsing within her and knew it was impossible to catch her breath with this monster inside her. Either way, Paul gave her no time.

Slipping his powerful hands about her waist, he lifted her bodily from his swollen member as if she weighed nothing at all. And before the combined contents of their lovemaking spilt from her cunt, he lay her face down across his knees. His cock, semi-rigid, bounced wetly on her stomach, as he lashed out with his right hand, catching her across both delightfully taut buttocks. She yelped, but to no avail, as he spanked her again and again. Not stopping until her bottom was a deep, rosy red. She looked back at him, tears streaming down her face, but with the biggest of smiles.

"Was... was that..." she stuttered, holding back her tears. "Was that because... I have not been filming myself masturbating and sending the evidence to you, or is... is it because I am a lousy lover? Or do you just love to paddle my arse?"

"Well, we could say you are a lousy lover because you are not sending me pictures or videos of yourself while you are masturbating."

"You.. you haven't sent any to me either?" She looked at him accusingly.

"You haven't asked me to, whereas I have asked you, and you agreed. Now, what are you going to be doing in the future?"

"I will record by video and by pictures every time I masturbate, and will immediately, afterwards, send them to you."

"Good girl," he said, as he gently caressed her reddened rump. "But don't just send me pictures of you masturbating, send pictures of when you bathe, or when you shower. Any time you are naked for that matter, particularly when you are dressing, and you know what I am talking about there."

"Getting into and out of my lingerie?" She sniggered, smiling at the fact that this man wanted these things of her. "Though I only tend to wear that for you."

"And I love that you do. But I like you to wear it for you too. You told me you love the feel of wearing stockings. So wear them more."

"I can't, Paul. It is way too dangerous."

"Why, because Philip will see you wearing them and want some... attention?"

"Partly, yes. I can't keep saying no to him. He is my husband and will be suspicious if I don't do something for him soon. But it is mostly dangerous because of how it makes me feel. I'm likely to rape anyone that takes my fancy, I get so aroused, And that is just wearing the stockings! If I put on a full outfit, well, no one is safe."

"I see. Well, I would definitely want those pictures, when you are dressed up and feeling extremely aroused and hopefully you are thinking of me, or when you are thinking of fingering yourself but can't. In fact, on all occasions. I want as many pictures of you as I can get."

She smiled, "Do you, really? You basically want me to send you anything that is a little risqué? I will do it; of course I will. But on one condition, only if you promise not to get bored with me. And that even if I am good, you will continue to smack my bottom?"

"You will do as you are told, young lady." With that, he smacked her hard across the buttocks once more, making her yelp out in pain."

"OK, OK, I will, I will!"

"Good girl, now then. You said you wanted to kiss my cock earlier."

"Yes I did, I do."

"Well first, I want you to kneel on the grass before me, and collect my semen as it spills from your cunt, along with your own juices. I want to see you take them into your mouth and swallow them. All of them."

Without another word, and with a slightly wicked smile. Izzy complied immediately. As she knelt before him, she opened her legs, and quickly cupped her hand beneath her vagina. It was no surprise to her how quickly the contents spilt into her hand, judging by the volume of his seed that she had felt pumping into her cervix, she was expecting a lot and was not disappointed. As it pooled in her hand, she looked up at him lovingly. "He's enjoying this, isn't he?" She leant forward and ran her tongue about the slick, wet head of his cock, tasting what she knew to be her juices, mixed with his. "He tastes wonderful, Paul. I so much want to give you a blow-job. Can I? Can I, Sir, she corrected."

"Drink our juices first."

Izzy raised her right hand, swapping it with her left hand, and opening her mouth as she tilted her head back, she swallowed what had collected in the cup of her hand, sucking noisily to clean off every last drop. "Ummm, now that is the true nectar of the God's." She swapped hands again, this time delving into her pussy with her fingers, whilst raising her come-covered hand to Paul. "You taste the two of us, too." With that, she fed her fingers into his mouth, for him to suck upon. As they watched each other intently, she raised her right hand again from her vagina, finishing off the last of what had spilt from her.

At that point, she could resist Paul's cock no longer and fell upon it with her lips and tongue, like a woman possessed. She sucked the large, plum-shaped, bulbous head into her mouth, licking the base of his glans about the frenulum. Her tongue flicked backwards and forwards across the delicate penile bridle as she watched Paul's delighted reaction.

She pulled from him, with a slurping, sucking sound. "If Philip could see me now, sucking cock like some prostitute. He always wanted me to suck him off, I wonder if by sucking his cock, I can make it hard? I bet even if I could, it would never get as hard as yours. It will certainly not get as large."

"Are you trying to make me jealous again?"

"Yes, is it working?"

"He is your husband, Isabel. If you wish to suck him off, then that is your prerogative. I will not stop you. Fucking him, however, you cannot do, as you have promised your vagina to me, to be untainted by any man's cock, other than mine, remember?"

"Yes, of course. I was only teasing. My mouth, tongue, anus and breasts, are all yours too. All of my body is yours. I'm sorry for teasing you."

"Are you now?" He stood, towering over Izzy as she knelt before him. His cock, semi-hard, drooped downwards, and a dribble of his come, leaking from his urethra fell onto her upturned face. "Get on all fours! I want to take you from behind."

"You want me doggie-style, do you?" She looked expectantly up at him.

"I want to mount you, like the beast I am. Quickly now. Side on to the road, so that passers-by can see my wet cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt."

"You really are treating me like a prostitute, aren't you?"

"Yes. But you can stop me anytime, you don't like what I'm doing, you know that."

Izzy immediately got down on all fours as instructed. "Don't be ridiculous. And miss out on being fucked again? Do me, my love, make me scream in pleasure."

Paul knelt behind her. His cock was already on the rise and was still glistening from their combined juices and Izzy's saliva. He ran his hands up and down her back, every now and then reaching beneath her to cup a large firm breast and to squeeze upon a taut nipple.

Izzy shivered at his touch. It felt impossible for her to comprehend just how much her body needed it, thrived upon it, doated upon it. She broke out in goosebumps as he squeezed her nipples, and a loud, low, drawn-out groan escaped her lips. "UuummmmmmahhhhhhhhhGOD. Hello, baby."

Paul's cock was back at full strength, and as he knelt behind her, caressing her breasts, it began to throb and pulse against Izzy's pubis. Paul grabbed his cock and ran the head through the wet valley before him. The move made Izzy's arms collapse, and she dropped to her elbows, raising her pert bottom all the more. Paul continued to dip the tip of his cock into the dripping wet folds of Izzy's vagina, as he ran his thumb within her fluid, before coating her anal star, and slipping his thumb swiftly into her.

"Uuuummmm that is.... lovely.,,, No, so much more than lovely..."

Paul shunted forward until the head of his cock was half buried, then he pulled back out. Making Izzy groan in protest. He did it again, and this time, she cried out as he penetrated her. But the next time he moved forward, his thrust was not aimed at her cunt, he had another target in mind.

With her anal sphincter slick with her juices, Izzy felt the sudden pressure of Paul's rock-hard, bulbous cock-head, attacking her anus. The small, tight opening seemed to want to put up a fight initially but then gave way immediately as the pressure built. She was unable to resist. Izzy felt the large head of Paul's cock forcing open her little pink star. She felt the momentary tightness of her muscles as they resisted the intrusion, but then they seemed to accept the inevitable, and in truth, what she wanted. She could feel every ridge of his concrete-hard phallus, as he slowly pushed it into her, instigating a wave of such intense pleasure that it took her once more on an orgasmic journey that surprised her in its urgency. "Oohh!" She cried out. "My arse! You want to fuck me in the arse!"

"My dear girl, you have your cunt full to the brim with my sperm. You have then eaten the contents dribbling from you, so now, it is only fitting, that I fill your arse with another load. I would say that that constitutes to being fully fucked, wouldn't you?"

"I... I.... ooooohhhhhh I.... feel like you are fucking my brains out!" Izzy panted hard, the breath being knocked out of her, each time Paul slid his vast cock, fully home. I'm... so... deserving... of... being... fully fucked... though... aren't I? OOOOOOohhhhhh Christ! OOHHHPAUL, that is so tight... can't stop myself.... can't... AAAAAHHHHHHYESSSSSS! YES, YES...." Her hand snaked between her wide-open legs and began to run rings about her clitoris, not that she needed the extra stimulus.

Paul watched as his large bulbous cock head, forced its way in and out of Izzy's anal sphincter. His cock was still slick with their earlier lovemaking and glided into her smoothly. The tightness of her muscles about him, made his cock stiffen further as he forced in every inch he had. The body beneath his fingertips trembled and spasmed in orgasm upon orgasm, increasing his own pleasure tenfold. "Are you playing with your pussy, you dirty girl?"

"Ohh!" Izzy cried out, fully aware that this was the first time Paul had taken her, in all of her holes, depositing his come as he did so. "You know I am. I can't stop myself! Do you know I can feel your cock, as you fuck my arse, through the walls of my cunt, it feels..... ooooohhhh God, I'm coming... again."

It filled Izzy with pride and pleasure that she had taken Paul's come twice into her body and that she was about to receive a third offering. She knew it was unusual for him to come this much with other women, and congratulated herself on being so much better than they, at fucking her lover. "Oooooh God, that feels soooo good." Her face was buried in her arms and the grass as she accepted every thrust that Paul was willing to give her. "Uuuummm, I've decided..... that I... oh I love anal when you do it to me. It is... becoming one of my.... favourite things...."

Paul could take the tightness about his cock, no longer, and felt himself getting even stiffer. Izzy must have felt it, too, and understanding what it meant, she immediately orgasmed beneath him. Her body quivered as she cried out to the world, in complete abandon. Paul simply grunted as his sperm left the tip of his cock to fill Izzy's tight, hot hole. He panted in the effort of unloading yet again. He was amazed at how this relatively inexperienced woman could bring him to multiple orgasms. Stream upon stream, of his sperm pumped into Izzy's arse, before he quickly withdrew, and wanked the dregs from his balls across her still rosy buttocks.

Izzy was completely incoherent, not least because her face was buried in her arms and the grass but because her brain was overloaded by the pleasurable sensations it was receiving. Having her anus filled with a cock, ejaculating hot sperm, was sheer delight, on top of the other 'treats' she had had that morning she was overwhelmed and very nearly passed out; her hips collapsing to the grass. She lay flat, gasping for breath, and turned her head to one side to help re-energise her lungs. "Shit. Shit. Oh, that was so good.... I'm certainly full.... of your come now... you naughty man, in my pussy, my stomach and my arse!"

Paul stood, looking down upon Izzy as she lay face down upon the grass. Her legs were slightly open, her bum raised a little. Her anus had not yet recovered from the pounding it had just received and was gaping wide and leaking some of his come. She looked content, she looked angelic, her golden brown hair, a halo about her head, all spread out upon the grass. Her body glistened with the sweat of their combined efforts, as did his. All of these things endeared her to him.

As he looked at the firm, well-proportioned body before him, a body that he had now thoroughly and rather selfishly used, he was amazed at how resplendent she was, with his come inside her and upon her. He found incredibly, that he still wanted more. So he positioned himself on top of her as if he were about to do some push-ups, and allowing his slippery cock to find her pronounced thigh gap, he lowered himself into the heat of that area.

Izzy immediately clamped her thighs tightly about him. Feeling his semi-hard cock shafting between her thighs, as he used her body for his gratification. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, knowing that she had some kind of hold on this young man. She raised her hips slightly, pushing her bum up to meet his thrusts, and was rewarded by his cock grazing along her wet vaginal cleft. Her pouting labia lips settled about his shaft and provided lubrication, not that it was needed. "You randy sod," she purred at him. "Fucking my three holes is not enough, he wants to use my thighs as well? Uuuummm, I love the fact that you are just using me, using my body. It does make me feel like a whore, though."

"Good, then you will like this too." Paul lifted himself away from her and knelt to one side. She began to protest until he rolled her over onto her back. Before she could say anything, he had grasped her arms by the wrists and held them above her head, as he climbed back over her. His cock, though not fully hard, was increasing in girth and stiffness. He pointed it towards the valley of her breasts.

"High time, that you gave me a 'titty fuck', I think. Push your breasts together about my cock, making sure that you play with those nipples. I wouldn't want you going off the boil whilst I'm using your body selfishly."

"You are, fucking kidding me?" She was panting and her hips were already thrusting at the dry air as if she were being fucked. As soon as Paul had released her arms, she grasped her breasts, then trapped her nipples between her fingers, squeezing them without mercy as she pushed her breasts together about Paul's cock. "Do you like that, my young stud? I'll tell you now that it is going to make me come, anytime soon, and if you shoot your come all over me now. I think I will faint."

"Jesus, Izzy, you may be new to all that I am showing you, but once you have had a go, you really take to it with a passion, don't you?"

"Is it any wonder, when you, and especially he, are my reward? Not to mention getting copious amounts of your sperm inside of me, of course. Christ Paul! He's fully hard again. Surely you cannot come three times? When you have been living with a cock, that can barely get semi-hard, being used by my baby here is just delightful, I.... I... cannot put it into words."

"I think I am going to give you... another pearl necklace. But this time, it will be a full one."

"You had best be quick, for my husband is likely to be home soon. We have been fucking for a good couple of hours you know, in broad daylight, on my front lawn."

"I have every mind to stay here, and let him watch as my streams of sperm, splatter all about his lovely wife's neck, face and her beautiful big tits as you empty me."

At his words, Izzy's body began to shake and tremble. Her breath seemed to be caught in her throat. She climaxed suddenly, her hips thrusting as if in copulation. Her body spasmed, and her thighs stretched out taut, heels digging into the grass. Her eyes were locked onto Paul's cockhead, as it emerged and disappeared between her cleavage, waiting for it to explode. In her head, meanwhile, she could visualise Philip, watching them furtively, his hands down inside his trousers, as he played with himself.

"You can't..." She panted at him. "You can't.." She vocalised what she thought Paul was expecting her to say, but knew that he had inadvertently stumbled upon a real fantasy of hers. One in which she made Philip watch her, as she was being fucked by Paul, and getting covered in his come. She wanted him to witness, all the new things she had learned. To see her as she sucked Paul's cock and accepted his come down her throat and into her stomach. To see her dressed in erotic lingerie, knowing that she was dressed for sex. Observe her taking the initiative, like never before as she rode Paul's large cock to multiple orgasms. The thought had cropped up a while back, in conversation with Paul. But in her head now, it was a very real need. She wanted to admit her infidelity to Philip, by making him watch it.

She had begun to play with the idea of getting her husband to watch Paul's videos of their coupling. And then to introduce him to it in the flesh, so to speak. Either way, she would need Paul involved, so she had to tell him. She wanted all of the material he had taken, because she wanted Philip to know, that she had accepted and enjoyed, more to the point; anal, blow-jobs, facials, full-on hard-core sex, coupled with some bondage. As well as flashing and having sex in public places. And she had done it a multitude of times, too. She wanted Philip to know it all. She was not sure why, whether it was a cleansing process for her or whether she wanted to show him what real love-making looked like.

Philip was not a bad husband as such, he was just a weak man, one who seemed to pay little attention to his wife, one who physically did nothing to look after himself, and one who seemed old, way before time. Philip had become, over the last 10 years or so, an armchair husband. If he could watch it all from the comfort of his chair, he would. And Izzy wanted to show him what he was missing. In fact, what he had missed, because for her, after Paul, there was no going back to having what Philip considered to be proper sex, for she had been spoiled, in both senses of the word, she now knew what real sex was like.

Either way, she wanted Philip to know that having sex with her would not be happening. She really didn't want him touching her intimately any more. But what she might allow would be for him to wank in her presence, she might even help, and let him ejaculate onto her. She might let him watch as she played with herself; she found that idea more and more appealing. But that was as far as she was prepared to go. She could and would not fuck him, vaginally or anally. She could not see herself giving him a titty fuck either. After having Paul do those things, Philip would be a very poor substitute. She would rather live off the memory than submit to her overweight husband's fumblings. Though she hoped that Paul was going to give her many more memories yet. Philip, despite his failings, was a good man, so Izzy had no thoughts of divorcing him; she just wanted him to know that sexually, she was getting what she wanted from another source. Companionship, she would get from him. And that was how she wanted to sell it to him.

"Oh, can't I," Paul continued with the conversation, "and will you stop me?"

"No. You know that I cannot stop you from doing anything to me. But I'm asking that you.... oooohhhhfuck you naughty boy. Ohh my God, ooohhh my God Paul. Yes, yes, cover me, all over my tits, my face, yes, shoot on my face too, and into my mouth if you can. Christ Paul! There is tons of it, where on Earth does it all come from?"

Paul had ejaculated all over Izzy's upper torso, neck and face. It surprised him that he could come three times, for he had never done that before. It also surprised him that there was still copious amounts of his seed available to make a real mess of the woman beneath him, albeit that it was much more watery than usual, running down across her clavicles on both sides and into her hair. Dribbling from her face, and some of it running onto her belly. He felt Izzy looked gorgeous, so 'decorated', her brown hair, now splattered with flecks of his come in it. Large globs were on her tits, which she was already collecting and feeding into her mouth.

"Come on, let's go to my place and freshen up."

"What like this?"

"No." Paul stood up, holding out his hand, grabbed Izzy's, and pulled her to her feet. He then lifted her off the ground. "Wrap your legs about me. Slip down upon my cock, whilst it still has some strength left in it."

"My darling, he seems to be perpetually hard, which I must say, I take as a huge compliment. Admittedly my experience isn't vast, and I know very little about other cocks and their behaviour. But I'm guessing it is not usual to be hard all of the time, I mean you would be getting screams of 'rape', from all of your models for a start. Well, maybe not all. A good handful would no doubt want to make the same use of him as I just have." She wrapped her legs about his hips, her left arm tight about his neck, and with her right, she found his cock, no difficult thing, and fed him into her vagina. "Uuumm, yes, I am ready now, you can take me wherever you want."

"I thought I just had." He chuckled at her as he bent to pick up his shorts, her dress and underwear, with Izzy still attached. "Let's go, you hussy. Maybe Philip will come home, just as I am carrying you around to my place like this."

"Ohhh don't," Izzy whined at him.

Paul laughed again. "I'm only teasing, you know that. Now, whilst we are having a shower, I have something to tell you that I hope you will be pleased about." As he walked back to his house, he inadvertently dropped her panties onto the lawn. Izzy, who was facing backwards, was too busy biting Paul's neck and nibbling his ear to notice. She would pay for it later.

"Ohh?" She mumbled into his neck. "Over and above asking me to Paris? Sounds intriguing."

"We shall see." Paul walked around to the back of his house and through the back door, heading straight for his bathroom. He bent down a little and deposited Izzy onto the chair that was in the corner, taking his time to withdraw his cock, which was still at half-mast.

"I think a nice, long shower is called for." He turned on the water and guided her into the revitalising water. He quickly followed and stepped close beside her, immediately taking to the task of washing her body, using his hands and body wash.

"UUuuumm I needed this. I needed that fucking too, God how I needed that. I don't think I could have lasted another hour, I was getting so horny..... hey! Careful with those... you know... that... I just love... your big hands... on my tits. Now look at what you've done."

"Don't need to look, can feel your hard nipples beneath my fingers."

"Seconds, it takes just seconds and you... awwww God, I'm addicted. That's what it is, addiction to this," she put her hands on top of Paul's as he fondled her nipples and breasts, "and this," she said, moving her hand to grasp hold of his semi-hard cock, feeling it begin to rise and swell within her fingers. Her breath came out as a gasp. "Paul! He is getting hard again? I swear it. How on Earth are you doing this?"

"Erm, it may have escaped your notice, but I have a rather attractive woman, in my shower, naked as the day she was born, with her hand about my cock, as I am playing with her breasts. I think you will find, in the great lexicon of sex, that that, constitutes sexual stimulation. He is responding to you, Izzy, not me; you are the one who has control over him."

"Transfer of power from the man to the woman, eh? That is as it should be."

"Well, I'm not sure you would have any greater control over him than I do. You have trouble controlling your nipples, and stopping them from getting hard, imagine trying to control him?"

"I wouldn't want to. I would be proud to have him hard, all of the time." She turned in Paul's arms and slowly knelt in the deluge of water from the shower. She took his growing phallus into her scalding mouth, pushing her head forward, to take as much of his length as she could, in his slightly depleted state. A state that was rapidly changing, as her tongue worked upon the base of his cockhead and she began to glide back and forth, along his length, her left hand grasping his hard bum cheek, her right, stroking his cock in time with her head movements.

"Shit that is good Izzy, you really have been practising, haven't you. Is it Philip who has been the beneficiary?"

"Izzy pulled from his cock, and looked up at him disdainfully. "Keep that line of questioning up, and I will stop what I am doing. You know there is only one man who gets both sets of my lips about his cock, and that is you. Does it feel good?"

"You bet. I don't know what it is you are doing, but keep doing it."

Izzy laughed, pleased that she could add 'giving good head', to her litany of sexual accomplishments. A list that was growing by the day. She released her hold upon his cock, and took to massaging it, just with her mouth and throat, she loved doing this because it allowed her to play with herself. And this is exactly what she did now. Her loud groans of pleasure, reverberated through Paul's cock, as she drew them both to the edge of orgasm. As she felt Paul stiffen further in her mouth, she pulled from him, standing and reaching up on tip-toes to plant a wet kiss upon his lips.

"You like mister?" She said in an oriental-sounding voice. "If you wan me to finish, you must pay twenty dolla." She held out her hand.

Paul chuckled, spinning her around to smack her bottom gently. "You keep sucking like that, and you will get paid, in volumes."

"Now that will do very nicely." Izzy turned back around to face him, planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, before gradually working her way south, kissing and licking as she went, until she was once more, level with that miracle of the male human anatomy; a fully-hard cock. Watching, it throb and bounce before her mouth, Izzy smiled. She had induced in this man, many such erections in the few months she had known him, sexually. It was truly an accolade that she was proud of. She looked up at Paul saying, "I can't believe it, but he is rock hard again, and looking fit to burst! Is it possible for you to come again?"

"There is only one way to find out. Suck and swallow."

"Yes, master!" She smiled at him making him wait, then held his phallus with her left hand and leaned in to suck one of his balls into her mouth, gently rotating her tongue about it, before giving the other a similar treatment. "I can still taste me all over them. I'm such a naughty girl." She ran her tongue up the long length of his marbled cock, then pulled down his shaft so that the head pointed directly at her face. "I can't decide what I want, whether to wank him so that he spurts all over me, or whether to suck on him until he fills my mouth and stomach?"

"I'll be more than happy with either, but you had better hurry up and make the decision."

"Huh, is my baby about to come... he is certainly dribbling. Ohhh God...." Izzy opened her mouth wide and slid over the plum-shaped head, her lips tight about the circumference, she forced herself forward, feeling the throbbing phallus slip into her throat.

At that point, Paul groaned and grabbed Izzy's head with both hands, thrusting forward and inadvertently making her gag. "Fuck yes, take it, take it all." He gasped at her. Once more thinking of his pleasure.

Izzy felt the forceful thrust from Paul's hips, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged a little as she was not expecting it, but quickly recovered, and was ready for when the first hot stream of his ejaculate, shot forth and was pumped down her throat into her stomach. Again and again, she felt the rhythmic contractions along the hard phallus, deep within her, as his semen poured forth. She pulled from him, struggling to contain the forceful thrusts, made more so, as he grabbed her head. It was the first time she had witnessed his animal passion to attain his own satisfaction, and she was very pleased that she was the vessel with whom he had chosen to do it. Pulling further from his cock, she was additionally pleased at receiving hot splashes of his seed, as he was still coming. She grasped a hold of his pulsing cock and finished him, obtaining another two loads of his ejaculate onto her face.

With a sticky, come-covered face, she moved forward to slurp and lick at his cock, removing all of his come, before sitting back on her haunches, wiping her face and feeding that too into her mouth. "I can't get over the amount of come that you have managed to shoot onto me, or into me, today. It cannot be normal? When I compare it with the very disappointing dribble that I get from Philip, it's like you shoot gallons of the stuff. Not that I'm complaining you understand."

"Accept it as a compliment. I don't usually come this much, or this many times, with other women."

"I'm glad to hear it. Are you still fucking other women, then Paul? Am I not enough for you? No, don't answer that, and I'm sorry I asked it, we never discussed exclusivity, and how could we when I am married and have certain wifely duties to attend to?"

"And when was the last time you did those?"

"I... I haven't since you first took me, over the stile. But it has been over two months now, so he will probably try very soon."

"And what will you do, have you decided?"

She looked at him coyly. "Well I can't let him put his dick in my cunt any more now, can I? I could give him a blow-job I suppose, or maybe dress for him in some lingerie and let him wank upon me. Both would shock and surprise him, I would have thought. As he has never witnessed me do either before. But it all feels so distasteful Paul. I only want to make love with you. What do you think I should do?"

"Well, there are a few things that you could do, that don't involve full sex. You could wear some stockings beneath your skirt. And tease him by allowing him to pull up your skirt slowly, to reveal them, along with the suspenders and your sexy panties. Then tell him to wank onto your legs. You could wank him if it would help him come quicker, or let him rub his cock upon your silken-covered thighs. You said he loves stockings, so I'm sure he would love that. I know I would. Seeing my come, splattering across your silk stocking-clad, long, toned legs, as I wank over them, my come dribbling between your thighs, as more splatters fall across the stocking tops and suspender clips; reaching the naked skin above. Your legs trembling as you begin to come.... would love to do a picture of.... I'm sorry... I got a little carried away with my dirty thoughts there."

"Not a bit of it. That sounds awfully erotic. Of course, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from playing with my pussy, as you rubbed your cock upon my stocking-covered thighs and shot your load onto me, you know that, don't you? And I would love it if you took some photos. It is making me tremble now, just thinking about it."

"Philip would think that Christmas and his birthday have fallen on the same day, getting a wank, and seeing his wife play with herself in her erotic stockings and suspenders."

"Yes, that is the problem though, it sounds very sexy when I'm doing that for you, and it is your cock that is rubbing on my thighs, and your come that is splashing onto me. It does not appeal to me if it is Philip doing it."

"Remember, we are talking about you doing your wifely duties here. Nobody said you had to enjoy it. We all have to do things in life that we don't enjoy. But ultimately, Izzy, it is your body, you don't have to do anything, you don't want to."

"Yes, I know." She looked downcast, and Paul once more regretted taking the conversation to a level that upset her. So he changed the subject.

"You know, thinking about it. I would very much like to wank onto your stocking-covered legs, as your hand slips inside your panties and plays. I might just cover that off when you come around tomorrow. But would also like to do it somewhere else. It must be something you instigate, maybe in Paris, maybe somewhere inappropriate, like in a park or something. Yes, we can make that a challenge for you?"

Izzy looked up, smiling. "I would very much like you to do those things to me, Paul. And would of course love to see your come, splattering across my most expensive pair of silk stockings.

It would be very sexy, doing it somewhere in public too, as long as we didn't get arrested." They both laughed. "But you are right, I must 'perform' for Philip in some way. And allowing him to come on my legs is a small act really. And less arduous than having sex with him, that is for sure. Plus, if I need to, and I'm sure I will, I now have many wonderful experiences in my 'wank-bank' to fantasise about."

Paul chuckled, pleased with her response. "If you are feeling more adventurous, you could give Philip a titty-fuck, now you know how to. I'm sure he would be happy fucking these beauties." Paul put his hands back onto her boobs, running his thumbs about her nipples, which of course, were still rock hard. "Or you can let him give you anal. Though if he is not fully hard, that will be somewhat difficult, and allowing him to fuck you in the arse, will mean he has full access to your pussy. I think that would be far too tempting for him, I know it is for me."

Izzy's face had a pained expression on it, but that lightened a little at his last comment.

"It all depends on what you want to do with him, really?" Paul carried on. "I mean, I have finished editing one of the videos we made the other night and nearly done on another. There is also our very first, the one with you tied to the stile. You could give those to him and tell him to pleasure himself."

Izzy was surprised at how Paul proposed the very thing she had been thinking about. But then thought that she shouldn't be surprised at all, because he was so in tune with her. "Do you... do you really think I should show him those videos?"

"It might help to tick a few boxes. Of course, he will very quickly realise it is you who is being fucked in them. I didn't blank out your face, and even if I did, he should know your body well enough to know that it is you. I would know. Also, you should know, I haven't cut out my face either, as these videos were intended for you and me, so he will know you are being fucked by me. I'm pretty sure he already knows you are getting it from someone else anyway, Izzy, he must do. You say he is not a stupid man. And unfortunately, like it or not, it is written all over your face."

Izzy stood, her face showed her horror at Paul's words. It was obvious to him that she was not aware. "My face? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Before, you looked naïve and innocent, but pent up and frustrated. Now you look more like a woman of the world. Satisfied, experienced, more relaxed, certainly about sex and about your beautifully tight body. I had never heard you use words like 'fuck, cunt and blow-job' before, but now they come easily to you. You would never wear dresses and would always be seen in baggy old jumpers and jeans, now look at you, comfortable naked in broad daylight upon your front lawn, a woman to be admired in all senses of the word. It is impossible not to notice how you have blossomed into a fully functioning and very sexy woman. And there are other signs if you were to look, and if you knew your partner well enough. That is what I mean."

"Ohh God. I had not thought, I had not seen, what you see. Maybe I am still naïve, thinking that he was not aware. Do you think he might have seen me wearing lingerie, or... or even seen me naked?"

"He is a man, Izzy; men do all sorts of perverted things; spying on their beautiful wives, and trying to catch them off guard, as they dress or bathe, could easily be one of them. Or exposing them when they sleep, catching them undressing or dressing. Put it like this, were you my wife, with your own bedroom and bathroom, I would want to know what you were doing. I would go out of my way to catch glimpses of you naked. There are other things to consider, your laundry. He might look through that and find your outfits or your stockings. Where do you dry them? Could he find them? You see, men can be very sneaky like that."

"So you are basically saying that he knows that I'm an adulteress, then? That I'm fucking you?"

"I'm not sure he knows that, but I would not be surprised that he didn't know you were fucking someone. Maybe you should instigate a wanking session with him, and try and get it out of him. Sorry, I didn't mean the pun. Either way, the videos, if you show them to him, will confirm it all."

"Oh God, ohh God."

"Come on, Izzy, you must have thought that this would happen at some stage?"

"No! No... I... I pushed that from my head."

"Well, look, he might be as naïve as you think he is, and may not have spotted anything. You know him better than I do, of course. Perhaps it is better for him to make the first move, rather than you admitting to it. All I'm saying is don't think you are doing a good job of hiding it, because nobody does."

Izzy seemed to slump against the wall before him, looking somewhat miserable, and Paul cursed himself again for raising the issue. Sometimes he could be rather thoughtless in his openness. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to him, wrapping his large, strong arms around her, one hand cupping her taut buttocks, the other pushing on the small of her back until she was tight against him.

She put her head upon his chest and allowed the water to fall upon her face, washing away his sperm. Her thoughts about what she was going to do next with Philip ran round in her head. 'Did he know?' She thought to herself.

Paul seemed to instinctively know what was needed to cheer Izzy up. He simply held her, saying nothing, and allowed her to listen to the thumping of his heart, which had just about returned to normal after she had finished him off for the fourth time. Eventually, she looked up at him, smiling and putting her hands upon his chest, gently pushing herself away, just enough to be able to look up at him properly.

"So, you have told me about tomorrow, well, in part. You want me to wear stockings as you use me, selfishly, for your pleasure. But what is the main reason? And what else did you have to tell me?"

"Well," he said, smiling back at her. "This Friday, I have booked you an appointment at Serendipity."

"Serendipity? What is that, when it is at home?"

"It is the place where you will have your nipples and your clitoris pierced."

Izzy's mouth fell open. "Really?" She looked up at him like an excited child. "I thought you had forgotten about that. I hadn't. I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I must be honest, the thought of going into that place alone is somewhat daunting. I think I might lose my nerve."

"I had not forgotten, no. I was just waiting for the right time. And to be honest, I wanted to give you time to think about it. I'm pleased you are still up for it."

"I'm up for everything you do to me, Paul."

"I know you are, you dirty girl. But seriously, getting them done now will mean that in a month, when you come out to Paris, they should all be healed, and you will be able to wear the full piece of jewellery that I bought you. I will have the greatest of pleasure putting it on, too. And enjoying the extra sensitivity that the piercings bring."

"Don't you mean that I will be enjoying that?"

"Your pleasure is, of course, my pleasure. But I will be in Paris, so get the easy end of the deal. You must dodge Philip's advances for a month, whilst you are still here and healing. When he sees that you are wearing nipple jewellery, he is likely to blow a gasket! Still, I suppose you can wear 'pasties'."

"Pasties, what are they?"

"They are like sticking plasters to hide your nipples. Many lingerie models wear them so that their nipples can't be seen through the skimpy material they are displaying. You can also purchase them to cover the vagina too, for the same reason really. Pasties can also help you to go bra-less if you want, without showing too much nipple through your clothes. Some people buy these with fake nipple piercings in them to actually draw attention to themselves. And for that reason, you can, of course, get them for the opposite reason."

"You mean that you can get stick-on erected nipples?"

"You can, yes."

"Please don't tell me that the models you work with, ask you to stick these onto their tits?"

"I only do it if asked. Under extreme duress, you understand."

"Liar! Well, if I want them, then you must put them on for me."

"A little hard, if I am in Paris."

"Not if you put them on before you go."

"Where is the fun in that? Besides, you need to air the piercings and let them heal, plus soak them in salty water. You can't do that with pasties on."

"You just want Philip to see. Don't you?"

"Now, now, of course I don't. Anyway, you mentioned that you were nervous about going on your own. There is no need to be."

"Says the person who is not getting it done."

"Says the person, who intends to take you!"

"Wha... seriously? You are you going to take me?"

"Of course, I can't just have anyone molesting my lady's bits, now, can I?"

"Ohhh!" Izzy wrapped her arms about his neck and reached up for a sloppy kiss. "I thought if it was a woman doing it, you were ok with that?"

"No, you were the one who said you wanted a woman. I said I would only be ok if I were watching, remember? Anyway, I know the owner, Sandy. I have known her for a while."

"Of course you do. You seem to know everyone!"

"Sandy does a lot of fake stuff for me. You know, where a woman wants to have the appearance of nipple piercing, but doesn't want the pain or the permanency of it."

"So, just that we are clear..."

"Yes?"

"Have you fucked Sandy?"

"Now, Izzy. You know I don't talk about such stuff. But there is no need to be jealous. Sandy is not my type. All tattoos and piercings. I like some, but she has way too many. And tattoos, generally, do not float my boat."

"A bit of a traditionalist, eh? He prefers tattoos on men."

"Nope, don't at all. Anyway, that is what I wanted to tell you. I need you tomorrow for a photo shoot. That sounds like it is shaping up to be pretty hot. And Friday for piercings, though I will likely take photos of that too."

"So in this photo shoot tomorrow, what else do you have in mind, you randy sod?"

"Can't say, that will spoil the surprise. Suffice it to say, I will need you here at 10:00 sharp. I will need you to be dressed in some really sexy lingerie, maybe the red set. And if you can bring some alternatives too, so that we can change up if needed. I can tell you that it is more than likely I will be tying you up again."

Izzy looked up at Paul once more, her face immediately flushing. He had not tied her up since the very first time they had had sex. The memory of that night came flooding back; her association with being tied and him taking her was a powerful one. Her stomach churned and her pussy began to tingle. She would never have thought just how much she enjoyed being tied up. Bondage, of course, was not something she had considered with Philip, or at all, for that matter. But in that instant, she realised just how much it turned her on. "I'm going to be tied up, am I, and at your mercy? I have a feeling this is going to hurt me more than it does you. At least, that is what I am hoping for."

"You, madam, are a glutton."

"You had better believe it! So... that is Friday and tomorrow sorted." She looked down at her nipples, realising that the very mention of bondage and getting them pierced had made them instantly react. They were already painfully hard. Paul was right, she couldn't control them, being let loose with a huge cock, would cause her to be arrested in no time! She pressed her nipples onto Paul's lower chest, moving left and right to make sure that they got some attention. "But when am I going to see you, in between?"

"What. Is seeing me for most of the day tomorrow, and the same again on Friday, not sufficient?"

"Nowhere near, no. There is a 24-hour gap in between."

"Yes, well, I'm sorry about that, but I need some sleep, and of course, I need to work. Besides, as my dad is always saying, being denied what you hanker for makes you want it all the more."

"I can't want you any more, Paul, it is physically impossible. I can see that I am going to need to have a chat with your father."

"Oh, he would love you. You are, well, the same age as him, give or take a few years. More mum's age, I think. They had me in their twenties."

"Stop right there! Don't say another word. God, I'm the same age as his parents...! I can't believe it. They'd think I was 'cradle snatching' if you introduced them to me. Ohh God, please tell me you don't have a fixation on your mother, and that is what this is about!?"

"Well... you do have certain things in common. You are both very attractive women for your age." He chuckled, expecting and receiving an elbow in the ribs.

"You just had to ruin the compliment, didn't you? He rarely says nice things to me, and when he finally does, he adds caveats. Typical man."

"Hey! Unfair. I compliment you all the time, especially when I am slipping my cock into you."

"Sex, another thing that men think about all of the time." Izzy pretended to be in a huff and turned her back on him. That was a big mistake, for the next thing she felt was a hard, wet slap upon her already tender bum cheeks. "OOooooooww."

"What you deserve for dissing me. Say anything else, and there is more where that came from, young lady.

"Young lady? Yeah, about as young as his mother, by the sounds of it... OOOOOOWWWW!"

"I heard that mumble. Besides, my mother is a little younger than you, only in months, but it still counts."

"No. No, it doesn't. Stop talking about how old I am."

"Look, age is just a number; what is important is what you have inside of you. And at the moment, that is about three gallons of my sperm. And I can assure you, you would not have that if it were not for the fact that you are a very beautiful woman, inside and out."

Izzy snaked her arms back around Paul's neck and reached up on tip-toes to kiss him properly. "I'm only teasing you, you know." She interrupted each word with a kiss. "You are the most attentive man and lover a woman could ever wish for. So what else do your mother and I have in common? Has she tasted your sperm, or seen you erect?"

"No! You both have cracking, large tits and a curvy, 'smackable' bum, though. And before you ask, no, I have not seen my mum's naked breasts, and I have not smacked her on the bottom either, nor do I want to."

"Oh well, that is her loss, of that you can be sure. Now, please finish washing me." She turned in Paul's arms and placed his hands back on her breasts. "Philip is probably wondering where the hell I am."

After Izzy had dried her hair and started to get dressed, she realised her panties were missing. "Paul, you did pick up my panties, didn't you? You haven't put them in your pocket to keep by any chance, have you?"

"Yep, picked them up, and no, I don't have them in my pocket. You sure they are not there, they are very small, as you know." He smirked at her.

"They are not here."

"Oh, that means I must have dropped them along the way."

"God, I hope you dropped them on your property, not mine. If Philip finds them, he will have a field day!"

"We had best go and have a look. On second thought, if he is back, that will look a little suspicious, me looking for your panties in your front garden. Perhaps, you should go and have a look."

"Yes, you are right, I'd best go now, without any, and have a look."

"Don't, you'll get me started again. Go, let me know how you get on."

"Wha.... again?! Just the thought of me without any knickers on? Paul, if it were anyone else, I would say you need to see a doctor. As it is, you, well, keep your motor running until tomorrow, I want your 'tanks' to be full!"

She nipped out of his back door and walked through the woods to the stile, where for her, it had all begun. She stopped and looked about, and could not help herself from draping her body over the wooden steps, assuming the exact position in which Paul put her before he first penetrated her. She felt a dribble of mixed sexual fluids running down her thigh and stopped what she was doing, knowing that she would be talking to Philip in a few minutes, and didn't want herself to be aroused, adding to the wetness running down her thighs. She brushed her dress between her legs, clearing away her guilty pleasure, and walked across the field to the back of her house, where she skipped over the fence.

She quickly looked about but could find no trace of her panties at the front of her property. A public footpath ran between her property and Paul's, so if they had fallen on that path, anyone could have picked them up. "Shit!" She said to herself. Then, remembering her conversation with Paul and her earlier thoughts, she set her shoulders straight and walked into the kitchen at the back of the house. This may well be the time that she explains all to Philip, whether she likes it or not.

She filled the kettle, thinking that if she needed to broach her infidelity with her husband, she needed a cup of tea in her hands, whilst doing it. Then, as the kettle boiled, she crept up to her room and slipped into a fresh pair of underwear. As she walked back down the stairs, she pondered how she still felt uncomfortable not wearing any knickers when Philip was about. Yet two hours before, she had been completely naked and having full-on, hardcore sex on her front lawn.

"Ah, there you are. I wondered where you were."

"Gardening, Philip, around the back. I'm making tea, do you want one?" Izzy was surprised at how easily the lie had come to her.

"Gardening, yes, I know. Because I found these."

Izzy felt herself cringe. She couldn't bring herself to turn around and see him holding her panties. She knew she would have to tell him the truth. She had thought about lying, but she was so poor at it that he would see through it in an instant, and it would probably hurt him more than the truth would.

"Yes, Philip... I... I dropped them. You see.... I was somewhat distracted, and in fact at the time... I wasn't wearing them; I wasn't wearing anything for that matter... you see...." She was making a hash of it, but Philip interrupted her like he usually did anyway.

"Look new. Not your usual sort, not that I know much about that these days, eh?" He started to laugh, but immediately started coughing.

"Steady on, Philip, you will give yourself a heart attack. Sit down." She finished making the tea. "Yes, they are new, and, well, I have changed from what I used to wear. Because I felt that they were worn and old and... and well, just that I needed a change. The new ones are smaller, I grant, but... well, more feminine, I suppose and a lot less like what my grandmother used to wear."

Philip had overcome his coughing fit. "They were in plain sight, Izzy. I saw them as soon as I got out of my car."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Philip, that was.... particularly insensitive of me." She turned, now ready to face him and to give him all of the details. She held his mug of tea and passed it to him, seeing at the same time that he was holding her gardening gloves in his hands, not her panties as she feared.

"Well, more feminine or not, do they do the job? That is the important thing, isn't it?"

"It is, and they do, very nicely, when, of course, I am actually wearing them." Izzy suddenly felt hugely relieved. She realised that she was not ready to tell Philip about her infidelity just yet. And knew he wouldn't understand that she was talking about her knickers, whilst he was talking about her gloves. Even so, something was not quite right with him. Was he hiding something from her? She probed a little further. "Is that all you found, my gloves?"

"Why yes. But I was not really looking for anything, I just noticed these as I walked to the door. Why, what else have you lost then? It seems you were indeed distracted."

"Uuumm yes, I was, several times in fact.... err, my secateurs, I've put them down somewhere." She turned back to the kitchen window, flushing furiously, unable to stop herself thinking about what she and Paul had been doing on the lawn only a short while before, and still feeling the after-effects on her buttocks, her anus and her pussy.

"We can go and have a look if you want?"

"No.... no, don't worry. I'll look for them tomorrow."

"As you wish, my dear." Philip stood, surreptitiously putting the peach-coloured item he had also found back into his trouser pocket. I er... I have a game to watch, so I will have my supper in my room, if that is OK with you?"

"Sure, I'll bring it up when it is ready."

About forty minutes later, with a tray laden with food, Izzy stepped into Philip's TV room. She could already hear the snoring, so she knew that her husband was asleep. She put the tray of food down and moved a little side table over in front of him. It was at that point that she looked up at her husband's face. Instead of seeing him in deep repose, she saw that he had her panties across his face. The gusset, set across his nose and mouth. She couldn't help but release a shocked gasp, which caused Philip to wake up.

He had obviously been sleeping deeply because it was apparent that he was confused about what was covering his face. He then became embarrassed and flustered, seeing his wife in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing, Philip?! Are those my..." She quickly stopped what she was about to say. "Are those women's panties you have on your face?" She found herself to be unreasonably cross with him on two counts. Firstly, because he had lied to her about not having found anything else in the garden, and secondly, was that he was into some things that she wasn't aware of. She then realised how hypocritical she was being, and backed down a little. "Why do you have a pair of women's panties on your face, Philip, and where did you get them from?"

Philip, in his embarrassment, broke out in a coughing fit. So Izzy waited for him to finish. She wasn't going to leave until she found out about this new fetish of his.

"Well, Philip?"

"Yes, my dear, you see, I... I found them in the garden, by the public footpath, so I picked them up."

"But why, Philip, how did you know they were clean? I mean they... may be..." She couldn't bring herself to describe the condition of her own panties, because she knew it well. They had been sopping when she had taken them off, and she found she was unsure of how it made her feel, that Philip had been smelling her very personal scent and presumably, getting turned on by it.

"I.... I have a confession, Izzy, one that I am not proud of. But we are both adults, and now I have been exposed, or rather, have given myself away; there is no denying it. I like to collect women's underwear. There is a site on the internet where I can buy them..."

"Ohh, Philip, but why? Why would you want them? What do you do with them?"

"Erm, well, this is a little indelicate, my dear."

"Indelicate or not, I want you to tell me."

"I... find that I like... well, I like to sniff them. And to... to lick the gusset, where I know the material has been in close contact with the woman's genitals."

Izzy sat down hard on the table she had put before Philip. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words were coming out. She was completely shocked by this revelation. "I... I knew that you watched... pornography, Philip, even though you tried to hide the fact from me; but this... this is something else."

"I know my dear, and I appreciate that it is rather deplorable. I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

"How long has it been going on, Philip?"

"About four or five years."

"Four of five years! So you purchase underwear from women, knowing, no... wanting them to be soiled? Do you know these women, Philip?"

"Yes, I want them to be soiled, much like these. Though these," he held up her panties, "tell me that this young woman has been a very naughty girl and had been, or was thinking about, indulging in..."

"Philip, please!"

"Yes, you are quite right, I am sorry, my dear. And no, I don't know the women."

"Do you... do you masturbate when you are... are smelling and tasting the panties?"

"Sometimes, I... I do, yes." He looked at her rather coyly. "I'm sorry, Izzy, I know that you are disappointed in me. But then I am disappointed in myself and have been for years."

"So what do you do with all of these soiled panties? Do you keep them?"

"For a while, then I dispose of them and get some more. I pick the women I prefer..."

"I'm not sure I want the detail, Philip. So, what were you doing with those ones?" Izzy pointed at her own knickers. Not sure that she wanted to hear. "Have you been masturbating this evening? Tell me you don't come into the underwear!"

Philip was surprised at Izzy, openly discussing masturbation and ejaculation; this was very unlike her. But then he put it down to her being very upset with him. "No, Izzy, I have not been masturbating, I was too tired. I found those panties in the garden and when I picked them up, I could feel that they were very wet. The young woman to whom they belonged was obviously very excited... er, sorry... I was intrigued to smell and taste them immediately, so I rushed upstairs. Having put them on my face, I must have fallen asleep."

"Did you... did you lick them, and taste..."

"Yes, Izzy, I'm sorry, truly. But I couldn't resist. The owner of these," he looked intensely at Izzy, "was being a very naughty girl, I think."

"Well, Philip. I'm not sure I know what to say. What about my underwear? Do you... you know, with mine?"

"I did, up to about two months ago. I would take them from the wash, and then return them a short while later, so you didn't miss them. But I don't seem to find any in the wash any more. I assumed that you had stopped wearing any."

"Philip! Of course, I wear knickers. I just hand wash them these days, as they are rather delicate. I thought it was about time to throw out all my old and worn underwear and change them. That is why you have not found any in the wash." She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she was usually washing out Paul's semen, which more often than not, they were impregnated with, along with her copious juices.

"Well, that would explain..."

"Do you go through my drawers, Philip, when I am not here, looking through my personal things?"

"No dear, I would never..."

"But looking for and taking my soiled panties is equally an invasion of my privacy, Philip. Not to mention, rather disgusting."

Philip's head sank low, like that of a naughty schoolboy. "Yes, yes, it is, I feel dreadful."

"I should think so. I had better take those." She pointed at her knickers. "And I'm not sure what to say to you about all the others. I am not a prude. I understand people have needs, and as long as it does not hurt anyone, well, I'm not sure that I should stop you... to stop you from doing it. You are an adult, as you say."

"That is very open-minded of you, dear. I shall try to be more discreet in the future."

"Make sure you do, and there are conditions, Philip."

"Yes, dear?"

"I don't ever... ever want to find them. I want you to dispose of them regularly, and you must never, ever, look to take mine again."

"Of course, my dear, that is very reasonable of you."

"As for you masturbating... well, that is a private matter for you. As long as I don't catch you doing it, then I am fine with that too."

"My word, Izzy, but you have changed. I can't believe how accommodating you are, to my... my little fetish."

"Yes, well, as I said, just don't fall asleep again wearing panties on your head. There might be some further conditions, I just need to process this at the moment."

"Yes, dear. Er, is there no way that I could keep those, they are... yo.."

"No, Philip! Not happening! Now I need a hot bath and an early night, you have made me feel quite dirty. I will see you tomorrow night when you get back from work. We can discuss this further then. By the way, a friend has invited me out to Paris for a long holiday. As we haven't been away for a long time, and have no intentions of a holiday this year, I have accepted. That will be in about a month. I will make sure there is sufficient food in the house for you to survive, don't worry."

"Oh, OK, my dear. That actually coincides with that seminar down in Cornwall. Which is for two weeks, remember? So it is good that you will not be stuck here on your own."

"I had forgotten to be honest, but yeah, that kinda works, doesn't it? Well, good night, Philip."

"Good night, my love."

Izzy had, what was for her, a quick bath. It lasted for an hour and a half. But she stepped from it clean, refreshed and smelling of peaches. The discovery of her husband's fetish had left her feeling somewhat dirty, so the relaxing heat of the bath cleansed her mind, rather than her body, which hardly needed it after her long shower with Paul. But she did shave, wanting to be completely 'smooth' for tomorrow and particularly for Friday. Having dried herself, she moisturised her legs, armpits and pubic area, wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her and tying it with the single tie; she headed to the kitchen for some water.

At the top of the stairs, however, she was halted in her progress. From Philip's study came the unmistakable cries and sounds of a woman, or women, she wasn't sure; in the throes of orgasm. The moaning and groaning, amid gasps of breath and numerous expletives, made her turn to the partially closed door. She stood for a while, listening to further sounds of what she took to be sexual activity, then she heard a loud buzzing sound and more noises that she couldn't quite make out.

Surprised by her inquisitiveness, she pushed the door open slowly, so as not to make Philip aware that she was there, and stepped into the room. She was shaken by the realisation that she seemed to want to catch him at whatever it was he was doing, and wondered at this change in herself. But she was immediately disappointed when she saw the angle of the back of her husband's head. It was evident that he had fallen asleep once more. Izzy moved to the TV and looked at the screen, in confirmation, not that she needed it, that he had been watching porn again. It made her wonder if her soaking panties had got to him, rather more than he had admitted. Izzy was surprised to find herself extremely pleased by that fact. She was further surprised to note that her pussy had begun to tingle a little.

Just a few short months ago, she would likely have been sickened by the thought of watching porn herself, even though she was aware that Philip watched it occasionally; she had never felt the need. Had she found out about Philip's disturbing fetish, she would likely have been so upset that she would have divorced him on the spot. But now, since spending many sexually charged hours in the embrace of her lover Paul, and learning so much from him, the knowledge that her husband liked to obtain other women's soiled panties for his sexual gratification seemed to have far less of an impact on her. In fact, were she to be honest with herself, she would have to admit that, finding Philip asleep, with her panties on his face, knowing that he had smelt her most private of scents and tasted her equally individual, sexual essences, was intriguing and a hell of a turn on. Finding out that he had been using her panties in the past for his sexual gratification did not perturb her as much as she might have thought it would. She concluded that if he liked to sniff and lick women's panties, it was a small amount of deviance on his part, certainly when compared with what she and Paul had been up to.

A noisy moan, followed by some wet, succulent smacking sounds from the TV, drew her back to the pornography. Before her were two women involved in lesbian sex: a blonde and a brunette. Of course, both were stunning and were 'dressed' in expensive-looking and very sexy lingerie. The brunette lay on the floor, her legs wide open. The camera had been positioned perfectly to witness the blonde woman's actions, as she caressed the taught thighs of the dark-haired woman, obviously enjoying the feel of the black silk stockings beneath her fingertips. Positioned on top, as she was, she had a bird's eye view of what was no doubt a juicy vulva, beneath the other woman's black G-string panties, judging by the large wet patch on them.

The blonde ran her hands back and forth, squeezing the firm thighs, before slipping her hands under the suspender straps and into the stocking tops. Her face communicated the licentious pleasure that she was getting from this decadent act. A feeling that Izzy now knew very well, as she had often done something similar, though she had only ever felt the silk upon her own skin.

Izzy found herself captivated by the lesbian activity on several levels. This was her first real porn film, it was about women, rather than a man and woman, and her interest was piqued as to what Philip got out of watching it. Despite herself, she sat down on the sofa beside Philip's chair. A quick glance to her right confirmed that he was still fast asleep, so she looked back at the TV. The blonde slowly pulled aside the black panties of the brunette, allowing Izzy to get her first proper look at another woman's vagina. A vagina that was indeed wet and juicy; evidencing the woman's excitement.

Izzy had been holding her breath for the whole reveal, and now let it out as a gasp, because she had spotted that the brunette had a small ring through her clitoris, in exactly the place she was going to be pierced on Friday. It made her feel an affinity with the woman and as she watched the blonde spreading wide, the brunette's swollen labia, Izzy began to feel as if it were her vaginal lips, that were being pulled open. When the blonde dipped her head, putting her mouth about the clitoral hood of the little erection before her, Izzy jumped, sure in the knowledge that she could feel it too.

Glancing down at herself, she was shocked to find that her legs were open, that her dressing gown had fallen away, on either side of her thighs, and that her fingers seemed to be mimicking the movements of the blonde woman, upon her naked and wet vagina. She slammed her legs shut and immediately looked at Philip, relieved that she found him still asleep. Izzy was amazed at herself. What was she thinking? It suddenly dawned on her that for the first time, in many, many years, she had not put on some underwear beneath the bathrobe. Normally she would feel insecure without her underwear protecting her genitals and breasts, whether Philip was there or not. This was undoubtedly due to the effect Paul was having on her. She found herself smiling, wickedly, wondering what Philip would say had he found out she wasn't wearing any underwear. She then giggled at the absurdity of that thought, for here she was, not only lacking her knickers but fingering her sopping vagina, whilst watching porn, with him no more than an arm's length away; albeit asleep.

How she had changed in these last two months, from a woman who would have sex with her husband only under duress. And then, only in bed, with the lights out, and with as little physical contact as that act would allow. Philip hadn't even seen her completely naked! Flicking her eyes back towards her husband, she continued to watch him as she slowly opened her legs once more. Realising that she was very close to carrying out a part of one of her fantasies, that of making him watch as she played with herself. The fact that he was asleep made it a little more palatable at this point in time. With her chest frantically rising and falling, the excitement of the situation she now found herself in started to get to her quickly.

She released a low groan of pleasure as her fingers slipped back inside herself, and after a few thrusts from her left hand, her right took control of her clitoris. Her fingers continued with their play, amid the wet slurping, smacking sounds of her sex. Having substantiated that Philip was asleep, she became a little bolder, and put her right foot up onto the arm of the sofa, effectively turning herself so that she now lay, with her wide-open legs, and succulent, wet, vagina, turned towards Philip.

The move made Izzy feel enormously sinful, arousing her exponentially.

A low groan and the sound of sucking drew her attention back to the TV. The camera angle had changed from the brunette's vagina to the blonde's. Her hips were jerking as the brunette plunged a glass dildo in and out of her vagina, occasionally replacing the dildo with her penetrating tongue; a tongue that was attacking both of the blonde's holes with equal ferocity. She also held a vibrating wand against the blonde's clitoris, and it was evident that the blonde was loving every bit of the attention she was getting because her pussy was positively dripping.

The blonde was now distracted by her own approaching orgasm, and her back arched as she accepted the dildo once more. She pulled away from the brunette's pussy, her face wet from eating out the dark-haired woman, and she placed her hands upon her own breasts, caressing them and pulling on her large, erect nipples. Suddenly, she began to jerk violently. "Yes, ohhh yes." Izzy heard herself mutter quietly. "Come, come all over her. Fuck her. Shaft that dildo into her!"

The sounds of sex grew louder as the fair-haired woman began posting onto the glass cock. Her juices could be seen dribbling down the shaft. Something the brunette was fully aware of, as she slid her lips over the base of the dildo and accepted it into her mouth. Both women, in fact, all three, were now moaning and groaning loudly. Izzy realised that the vocalisation of her pleasure could well wake up Philip, but she couldn't help herself. Having him there as she masturbated was, she realised, really turning her on.

Izzy's fingers were fast, bringing her to the same point as the two women she was watching. She had been ramming two fingers deeply into herself, and her juices were spilling from her vaginal opening down to the cheeks of her bum. Loud, wet, smacking sounds emanated from her penetrations as she approached the point of no return.

The blonde's hips ground down on the dildo with the urgency that comes with an approaching orgasm. One of her hands continued to play with her own breasts, the other was now giving similar caresses to the brunette's. Izzy watched the intense close-up of the blonde's vaginal lips, gripping the glass shaft as it slid easily within. She could see the woman's anus in spasm and knew that the blonde was about to come.

Izzy's moans, like the sexual noises from her finger's activities, were increasing in volume. Her pleasure was growing, and she needed release. Her pussy was tingling furiously and despite all of the activity that she and Paul had participated in earlier; she found that she really needed this.

The buzzing of the wand increased in pitch as the brunette turned up the pressure. The camera was now tight to the blonde's pubic mound, so that it captured the vibrating toy, tormenting the woman's clitoris. "EEeeeeeeeeyessssssss!" She screamed as she came, eliciting jarringly loud screams of sexual ecstasy from the other woman, almost immediately. Izzy looked back at Philip. He snorted in his sleep, but either way, she was now committed. The fact that he could wake at any moment drove her on. She looked down at herself, her legs wide, her right hand, actively employed between the lips of her vagina, her left had snaked around her hips and her index finger had found the star of her anus.

"UUUMMMMMMm.... uuuuuhhhhhh," she groaned as her finger slipped into her anus and began to pump in and out, as on the TV the blonde was forced to accept the dildo into her arse, amid screams of pleasure from both girls and a long drawn-out groan from Izzy, who lay back on the sofa and looked across at Philip again, aware that if he were to wake now, he would have a full, uninterrupted view of her fingering both her arse and her pussy; within arms-reach of where he sat. Urgently, Izzy withdrew her fingers from her pussy, to tug at the tie to her robe. Suddenly, she had a real urge to fully expose herself before her husband, as she masturbated to orgasm. With her breasts now free, she pulled upon her taut nipples, coating them in her juices, and making her nipples stand out even firmer. "Fuck, ohh that is good Philip. Can you see? Can you see what I am.... ummmm, what I'm doing, what I like?" She accepted three of her fingers back inside her vagina, as her hips rose to meet them. Her flat stomach pushed upwards as she began the ride to her release. There was no stopping now. "AAAAahahhhyes, umm that is good.... so good. Fuck me Paul, show my husband, what he should have been doing to me... fuck, fuck.... oooooooHHHHHH."

Izzy came loudly, her fingers working their magic upon her vagina and clitoris, and the little flower of her anus. Her legs were in spasm and trembled as the ripples of her orgasm washed over her body. Her breasts jiggled, sending further impulses of pleasure to her brain. The slurping sound of her wetness was noisy within the small room.

Philip had never witnessed such a sight as that which he was missing right now. He had never seen Izzy fully naked, had never seen her with her legs wide, displaying her naked, bald and succulent pussy. He had certainly never seen her with her fingers as far inside herself as she could get them. His loss, though, was Izzy's gain. She had realised a part of one of her fantasies, and its execution left her panting and hungry for more.

Philip snorted and began to stir, making Izzy jump from the sofa and tie her robe tightly about her. "Uummmgggle... ahh. Oh, oh Izzy... I... I thought you had gone to bed?"

"Yes, I can see that, Philip. You've been watching porn again?"

Philip fumbled with the TV controls, turning off the screen. "Ahh, well, yes dear... you see... the events of the day...."

"Never mind Philip." Izzy cut him off, wanting to be out of the room. She was well aware that her 'scent' was heavy in the room, and had just noticed the rather large wet patch on the sofa. But she could do nothing about that now. And as that thought ran through her head, her synapses made an unwanted connection of their own. Supposing Philip was a connoisseur of women's soiled panties, including her own. It was very likely that he would have recognised her scent, within the panties that he had picked up from the front garden. And therefore knew them to belong to her. He would also be able to recognise that same smell now. As she cogitated on that thought, Philip leaned forward a little. With her standing, the move brought his face into closer proximity to her groin.

"You smell rather delicious, my love. What scent is that?"

Izzy wanted to turn and run, or at the very least, to be swallowed by the floor. But something inside her made her stay. "I'm... glad you like it... Philip. It is a mixture of things. Now, no more porn tonight. I need to get to sleep and cannot do that to the sounds of women moaning and groaning. And I don't even want to think about what you would be doing."

"Quite right, quite right, my dear. I am sorry that today has been a rather upsetting one for you. I will...." Izzy could see that he had noticed the wet patch on the sofa. "Huh? How did that get there?" He looked up at the ceiling, then at Izzy, his face a picture of confusion.

"I have no idea, Philip, did you spill something? Maybe I did when I brought up your supper. I don't know. With all that has happened today, is it really that important?"

"No. No, of course not. Sorry, my dear. Please retire to bed, I won't be long in going to bed myself." He raised his head for a goodnight kiss, and instinctively, Izzy did her usual response of putting her fore and index finger onto his lips, rather than actually kissing him, herself. She could see her fingers glistening with her juices and immediately snatched them away, but it was too late; she had left the taste of herself upon his lips, something she knew Philip had never had the pleasure of before, until perhaps tasting her panties tonight. Now, he had been given that taste directly from the source. And of course, that knowledge started her off again. Particularly as she watched him lick his lips.

"Goodnight, Philip, I trust your dreams will be as good as mine." Turning her back to him, she was about to leave, unaware that Philip's eyes were fastened to her tight, shapely behind. And also unaware of the damp patch upon her robe, just beneath her bottom. She turned back to face him, catching him in his adoration of her. "I have decided to give you a concession, Philip. Wait here a moment." Izzy walked to her room and collected the underwear that she had taken from him earlier. She had no idea why, but she suddenly wanted him to have them. She wanted him to make the connection that they were in fact, hers.

"There," she said, passing him her underwear. "If you want them that much. You can have them. Maybe the person who dropped them, will get a kick out of thinking that a fifty-year-old man has her panties and is using them for his personal sexual gratification?"

"Why, thank you, my dear. That is... well, very decent of you. And yes, I hope she does."

Philip had a twinkle in his eye that made Izzy feel that they both knew the panties belonged to her, but were just not saying it. She was even sure that he knew she had been up to something in his study. But she felt he would never have guessed it was full-out masturbation.

She left Philip where he was, physically and mentally, putting him behind her. As she climbed into bed, completely naked, she began to get excited about meeting up with Paul tomorrow and wondered what it was that he had lined up for her. It was with those thoughts that she fell into blissful sleep.

Philip, on the other hand, had no intention of going to bed. He moved from his normal chair to the sofa and lay down upon it. Making sure that his head was adjacent to the wet patch that was still very evident there, his cheek lying in it. He took a large draft of air in through his nose, then stuck out his tongue, dipping it into the middle of the stain. He was happy that the same woman that produced this was the owner of the very sexy and erotic pair of underwear that he now held in his hand. He could only wonder why Izzy had dropped them in the garden. Had she perhaps been doing what she had done that very night in his room? He was in no doubt that she had been masturbating or at the very least, getting aroused whilst watching his lesbian porn. Perhaps she had been masturbating in the garden? Or maybe she had met her lover and had sex right there? Oh, how he kicked himself that he had been asleep!

He knew Izzy had taken to masturbating. He knew that she did it often, too. She couldn't hide her level of enjoyment, in the large quiet house, she was just too vocal for that. He was incredulous the first time he heard her cries and moans. Creeping to her bedroom door, to make sure she was indeed involved in self-pleasure as he thought. It had shocked him, just how loud she was, how energised and excited she seemed to be in her activity, for this was not the Isabel that he knew, concerning sex. What further surprised him was the length and number of orgasms that she was evidently inducing in herself, as well as their intensity. He concluded, correctly, that he had not been satisfying her in that area for some time. As hurtful as that thought was. He knew that his ED would impact their sex life at some point; this was evidently it.

Since that first occasion, about two months ago, he had made many trips to her bedroom door and had even stooped as low as recording on his phone, her evident pleasure. He would on most occasions, slip his hand into his trousers to touch himself. Like every other occasion, when touching his genitals, it barely resulted in an erection of note. And he would normally come, within a few strokes of his semi-hard cock. Particularly if he timed it with Izzy reaching her orgasm. But these rather strange interactions, were extremely exciting for him, for he had never heard his wife enjoy sex, to the degree that she seemed to, at her own hand. He had never seen her wearing such seductive and erotic underwear either. He desperately wanted to see her wearing them. If he had known about the collection of lingerie that she was now amassing, he would likely have 'blown his top'.

His thoughts turned to how he might manipulate things to catch her in her underwear, or even masturbating? How could he get to watch her as she played with herself? How could he arrange for her to be on the receiving end of a proper erection? Because he often thought about her being taken by two or three men at a time. He wanted to watch his wife being roughly taken, to have all of her holes abused and filled. To have her body covered in the resultant sperm, from the ejaculating men. He knew it would never happen. Izzy would never contemplate such a thing. But it had been a very real fantasy of his for some years and was not totally selfish on his part, for he felt that his wife would undoubtedly enjoy these couplings.

And yet perhaps...? Izzy had certainly changed over the last few months, of that he had no doubt. She now wore make-up. Subtle, but it was there. Her hair was always down, and she was growing it longer, something that he really loved. The clothes that she wore were a little less 'functional', and a bit more showy and revealing. Emphasising her trim body. Plus, of course, she seemed to be out an awful lot more than before. And of course, there was her masturbating. Something he was sure she had never done before.

Philip was not a stupid man. He knew all these things pointed to her having a lover. A lover who was giving her what she needed, what she deserved and what he was unable to give her. He was upset by that thought, but also understanding, that no matter how much he wanted to, true, fulfilling sex was one thing he could not offer Izzy. And as long as she stayed with him, for he loved her dearly, he could see a way that they both got enjoyment from her new lover or lovers.

As he drifted off, surrounded by the scent of his wife's sex, he pondered on how she had changed. How she was more of a sexual creature than he had thought possible, and he wondered just what was going on in those sessions with her lover. And of course, he wondered who that lover might be. He slipped his hands into his trousers to touch himself, only to find that he had already ejaculated; when, he did not know. He cursed himself for being a pathetic excuse for a man and promptly fell asleep.

Izzy was up and about early. She was excited about what the day may bring and the thought of spending time with Paul. She was up so early that she knew Philip had not left for work yet, so she made him an early morning cup of tea and took it to his study. She found him asleep, upon the sofa, his face where the wet patch of her juices had been, his hand within his trousers. It made her blush because she knew Philip had 'joined the dots', he knew what the wet patch was, and maybe he even knew she had been masturbating. And she concluded that he must be aware the panties she had given back to him, were indeed hers. She could see them sticking out of his trousers, so she assumed he was holding them in his hand and had been touching his penis with them. She was surprised at how pleased that made her feel and could already feel herself getting a little turned on by it. Of course, what she didn't know, was he had been using her panties for some years, and would often come in the gusset of them, where he knew her vagina had been in close proximity to the material.

Izzy put down his tea, on the small table beside the sofa and left. Pulling the door to. Today, she thought, was going to be interesting on many counts.

She kept to her room until she heard Philip shouting that he was off. She called back down the stairs, that she hoped he would have a good day and walked back to her room, already taking off her clothes. Her shower fully revitalised her and as she stood fully naked before her dressing mirror, she contemplated what to wear for her lover.

Paul opened his front door with a beaming smile, as usual. "I thought you weren't coming. It is ten past ten, you're late."

"Sorry, my darling. It took me a little longer than I thought, to choose an appropriate outfit. And at my age, it takes a little longer to make myself presentable."

Paul wasn't buying any of it. "Nope, sorry. Knowing you, you were up at the crack of dawn showering and masturbating. I think you are fashionably late because you want to get your bottom smacked. Well, I'm afraid that is exactly what is going to happen."

"Ohh goodie." Izzy smiled back at Paul. "So, aren't you going to ask to see the outfit I chose? If you don't like it, I have brought a couple of changes."

"No, I don't want to spoil the surprise. Did you manage to find your panties by the way? It has been playing on my mind." As they talked. Paul walked Izzy to his kitchen and made them both a coffee. He then positioned a high chair in front of him. "Here, sit." Without waiting, he put his large strong hands about her tiny waist and lifted her easily up onto the chair.

"Sometimes, you make me feel like a little girl, your little girl. I have to confess to rather loving it."

"I'm not sure there is much you don't seem to love Izzy. Now, did you find your panties?"

"Yes, I found them all right."

"Ohh good, I was getting worried that my little slip had put you in an awkward situation with your husband."

"Did you now, that is so sweet. But they are my panties, my responsibility. Yes, I found them, you will never guess where, however. They were certainly not where they had been dropped."

"Go on."

"I found them on the face of my sleeping husband."

Paul choked on his coffee, spluttering and spilling it everywhere. After getting himself back under control, he looked intensely at Izzy as he cleaned up the mess he'd made. "Say that again."

"I found my panties, on my sleeping husband. Yesterday was a day of... unveiling, shall we say. And I am not talking about you and I being fully naked in my front garden either. Yesterday, I found out that my husband has a thing for soiled women's panties. I also found out that he collects them, and has been doing so for a number of years. He had even been stealing my panties, putting them back afterwards so that I didn't miss them."

"Afterwards? After what, what does he do, wank into them.?"

"He likes to sniff and lick the gusset, and to rub them on his body. Yes, I think he masturbates with them wrapped about his penis. But do you know what surprised me the most? It was how fine I was when he told me. Of course, he couldn't really deny it, after I had found him asleep in his study, with my panties on his face. But I was fine. I think before having you as my lover, I would have run from the room screaming, pervert or something. Anyway, there is more to tell."

"Well, go on, I'm all ears."

"I pretended to be angry with Philip, and took my panties back from him..."

"Wait, did he know they were yours?"

"At the time, I thought not, but something... happened and... well, I think he does now."

"Oh my God!"

"I know, right?"

"So, what happened?"

"Well, I took them from him. He told me he wanted to keep them, but I said no. I then went and had a bath..." Izzy went on to tell Paul, all of the events of last night. She felt herself flushing when she mentioned that she was masturbating, whilst watching lesbian porn, but Paul simply smiled. When she had finished her little tale, Paul whistled.

"Wow!" So you think that, as he had a history of taking your panties and smelling them, he recognised that the rather skimpy, peach knickers he had found in the front garden were yours?"

"Yes, he also mentioned that they were very wet and that the owner of them had obviously been a naughty woman."

"We know that to be true, don't we?" Paul laughed, relieving a bit of tension in them both.

"I think the large wet patch that I produced whilst masturbating in his study, helped him to join the dots, as I found him asleep this morning with his face in it."

Paul spluttered into his coffee for a second time that morning, though it was less dramatic than the first time. "Will you wait until I have finished drinking my coffee, before those big reveals? He had his head in your wet patch. Was it just your vaginal juices, or did you squirt?"

"No! I did not squirt, I... I guess I was a little excited. What is squirting anyway?"

"Releasing urine when you orgasm."

"No! Now that is disgusting."

"Not for some."

"Do you like it?"

"It does nothing for me, no."

"Good, because I think I would have trouble doing it for you if you asked me. Wait, you said it does nothing for you? So you have seen it or experienced it then?"

"Both, yes. So, what got you so excited that you wet the sofa then? The thought of masturbating in front of your husband, or of masturbating whilst watching lesbian porn. I would guess both were firsts for you. What would you have done if Philip had woken up?"

"Yes, I kept thinking of that. I think I would have carried on. You see I was still so turned on, despite what we had been up to nearly all day, or more likely because of it. I... must confess that finding out my husband liked to take my underwear, and use it for his personal pleasure, took away some of my own guilt... you know, about us. As for masturbating in his room. I think part of me wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to see me using his porn to get off on."

"That's my girl."

"Anyway, I think I will tell him about us, Paul. I won't mention you, but I will tell him I... I have a lover. I think he might know anyway, as you mentioned. I feel wretched doing all this behind his back. But I couldn't stop seeing you if the world depended on it."

"How do you think he will react?"

"If I'm honest, I don't know. I don't think he will kick me out or ask for a divorce."

"Will he not try and prevent you from seeing me? How are you going to tell him?"

"He couldn't stop me from seeing you, Paul. Don't worry, nothing could prevent me from doing that. I'm not even sure if you told me to stop yourself, that I would be able to stay away. I'm properly addicted to you, you know that, right? But I need your help to tell him the way I want to. Only, if you don't mind, I don't want to talk about it now. I'm more interested in what you have planned for me. And I'm getting very wet, thinking about it."

"Are you now, you naughty girl? Now, I'm wondering when I am to get the video or pictures?"

"Video or pictures of what?"

"Why, you masturbating in the presence of your husband. We had agreed that you would send me evidence every time you masturbate. Or have a bath, or simply take your clothes off, remember?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"But what Isabel?" Paul made his voice particularly stern.

Izzy shivered, "But how could I? I mean my husband was there."

"Asleep Izzy."

"Yes, but I wasn't expecting... I mean I hadn't taken my phone with me... and... and if I had got up to get it, I may have woken him... and he would have seen me...."

"Was that not what you wanted?"

"I... I...."

Paul put his empty mug of coffee down and lifted Izzy easily from the chair, setting her on the floor. He then kissed her. His lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue, probing immediately, seeking out hers. His arms slid from her waist to the small of her back as he forced her back against the kitchen work surface.

Izzy couldn't help but melt into his hot body. She was so smitten by this man. Her arms wrapped about his neck as her passion ignited as rapidly as fuel vapour. She knew she could spend the rest of her life, just here, the sun streaming through the kitchen window, making Paul look like he was made of gold. She knew whatever he was made of, it was one hundred per cent pure; for he was so good for her, in every way. She felt his hands pass between them, undoing the belt of her overcoat. She wanted him to see what she had chosen to wear. She wanted his approval.

As his hands opened her coat, he bit her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. The pain and the pleasure aspects of their lovemaking, she suddenly realised, were developing into a very real turn-on for her, something that was becoming more and more exciting; so much so, that as her coat dropped to the floor, she turned her back on Paul, hiding as much of her outfit as she could, saying, "I guess then, that I am due a double lot of punishment?" She slid her hands across the kitchen worksurface, gripping hold of the edge on the far side, pulling herself up onto the very tips of the pointed toes on her over-knee-length leather boots, the stiletto heels of which, were impossibly tall and thin, yet still did not bring her up to Paul's height. "Punish me, I yearn for it. Please.... Sir."

Paul laughed, faced with Izzy's thrusting, taut, rounded behind. "My mother always said to me, never refuse a lady. The punishment will come, but not right this minute. My God, you look incredible Izzy."

"I'm glad you think so, given the time it took me to get ready."

Paul studied the woman before him, he could not see the full extent of what she was wearing, because she had her back to him. But she was dressed in a little black cotton dress, on top of which was a blood-red, leather corset, the black lace ties of which crisscrossed down her back, pinching in her waist to create a perfect hour-glass shape. Upon her flared hip bones; leather straps allowed the corset to be adjusted to the correct shape of Izzy's anatomy. Secured tightly about her waist, was a thick leather belt, on which he could see strong securing rings, on either side and two at the back. He smiled as he continued his appraisal, knowing that he would be making good use of those securing rings later. To create the ' Steam Punk ' look, the corset had straps, buckles, studs and stylised leatherwork adorning it.

On her left shoulder, the corset seemed to have a leather pauldron attached via a cross piece, running diagonally across her back, and he assumed her front. As Izzy leant forwards, across the kitchen counter, more and more of her deliciously tight and rounded bottom, came into view, as the cotton dress rode up, over her twin hillocks. Paul suddenly realised she was not wearing a dress at all, it was in fact one of his black dress shirts, which covered her modesty, albeit barely and failing more and more as she bent forward.

"Is that one of my shirts you are wearing there madam?"

"Uh huh. I have stolen a few bits of yours. That way I can have you near me at all times."

Upon her legs, and finishing four inches from the tops of her thighs, were some black silk stockings. The stocking tops, were heavily embroidered, and were designed to be tied, with little lace drawstrings, that held them onto the wearer's thighs. But as the corset had leather suspender straps, Izzy had used those to secure the stockings in place too. Her black leather boots had a folded-over top, which just covered her knees. But were both to be unfolded, they would have reached halfway up her thighs. They looked incredibly sexy on Izzy's long legs.

As she continued to lean across the counter and grab hold of the other side, Paul could finally see that she was not wearing any knickers. He whistled again. "That corset makes your waist look so tiny. And the outfit looks incredibly sexy on you. No, let me rephrase that, you look incredibly sexy wearing that outfit."

"Why thank you, Sir. I thought it appropriate as you mentioned that some bondage would be occurring today.

Paul noted that she wore the cuffs he had given her earlier about her wrists and also about her ankles, over the top of the boots. It added to the overall look of the outfit. "I find myself, not for the first time, being extremely jealous of your husband." Paul continued his detailed study of Izzy and what she was wearing. He could not see it all, but what he could see, particularly her exposed and succulent-looking, vagina, Had him as hard as iron. This woman never stopped surprising him.

"You, jealous of Philip? Why?" He has nothing that you don't have, and all that you have is in so much better working order." She turned round to smile at him and to sneak a look at his groin, turning back with a smug look upon her face. It was always a thrill, knowing that she had given this young man an erection.

"Not true, he has you. He was the first to have you. And you let him keep some of your knickers. I don't have any of your 'intimate' things."

"Oh my darling, you have me too. I probably spend more waking time with you, than with him. I dress like this for you, and me too of course. I would never do that for him. Yes, he was the first to enter me, but I think you were the one that broke my virginity, with your lovely large cock. His was simply not man enough to do the job. And if you want some of my panties, you may have them, I would love for you to have them in fact. As long as you send me pictures of what you are doing with them. But remember, you get to taste my juicy pussy, in person. You get to lick her, finger her and fuck her. Philip has not done all of that, and never will. Now are you going to punish your naughty girl, for I'm sure she deserves it?"

"You are getting a taste for spanking, and other forms of punishment, aren't you?"

"Umm, I am. I want you to spank me until I come, right now, without any other stimulus. I believe I can do that. Though to be honest I could probably come just standing here and thinking of your big, hard, throbbing erection. And of you of course. I've never done that, just come without anything other than mental stimulation."

"Well, in that case, I would very much like to see you doing that, and filming it too, for it would be a first for me as well. I will need to grab some things, so get yourself warmed up, but don't come until I get back, and don't move either."

"Me and my big mouth. I don't need any warming up thank you. Just seeing your hungry eyes on my body is more than enough. I was wet when I woke up this morning, and have been getting wetter ever since, with the thought of you, and what you are going to do to me today. Of course, you could still drop your trousers and get my baby out, just for added stimulus. All in the name of science, you understand."

Paul chuckled. "We'll see. And talking about your big mouth, don't worry, I have plans to make sure it is gainfully employed in the next hour or so."

"Oh, you do, do you. May I ask, doing what?"

"You may, but I won't tell you."

"Ohh God Paul, you had better get moving, I think I'm dribbling and very nearly there already. The way you turn me on, if you aren't quick, you might miss it."

"Yes, your beautiful, tight and succulently wet pussy is dribbling. This is really hard for me to tear myself away."

Izzy turned to him smiling, "Good!"

Paul slipped past her, smacking her right bum cheek hard as he went by, making Izzy cry out. He collected a couple of cameras from his studio and then collected the leather spanking paddle he had purchased the other day, just for such an event as this. Before returning to Izzy, he checked his phone. There were a number of messages on it from Angelica, the shop assistant, who he had tormented some weeks before when Izzy and himself were being 'overtly sexual' in one of the changing rooms in the shop in which she worked. Paul had left his card with her and was not surprised when she messaged him the day after, asking if she could have some photos taken.

She had been back to Paul's studios a couple of times since then. The last visit had been for some boudoir photographs, during which, Angelica was getting more and more flirty with Paul and the suggestions left him in no doubt exactly what she was after. So, it was at that point, that Paul had asked her if she wanted to do some more, 'intimate shooting', he had left the double entendre hanging, monitoring her response. He was not surprised when she quickly agreed, asking him what she should wear, and when he wanted her to come. He had not given her many details about his intent, but had been very specific about what she should wear. He hoped that he would be able to persuade her to do what he wanted when she arrived.

She was due in the next ten minutes. Paul had asked her to wait at his front door, without ringing the bell. She had found that a little strange but was willing to comply. The scene was nearly set.

When he returned to the kitchen, it was to the increasing number and volume of cries and moans from Izzy. "Thank God. OHHHH fuck, Paul, I can't.... hold... on. I can't... stop... myself."

"Have you been touching yourself?"

"No, I swear. OH GOD, OHHHHhhhh Jesus. Ummmmhuh, huh, huh, oohhhhwwwwww. Quickly, quickly... I'm going to come!"

Paul could see that Izzy was at the precipice. Had he been any longer, she would likely have finished her orgasm without him. He set up the cameras, one in a close-up of her pussy, the other taking in her overall predicament. He then disrobed and walked around to her front. "You weren't kidding were you, you randy girl?"

"OHhh Jesus Paul! My baby, my Hercules. He is enormous and so fucking hard."

"Yes, all the better to fuck you with my dear." Paul parodied the popular Red Riding Hood tale. "What do you expect, when I have before me a woman, in the throes of orgasm, bent over my kitchen work surface, her pussy dribbling, as she induces an orgasm upon herself, without being touched? I would warrant that it would give even Philip a hard-on."

"You think so?" She asked in a hesitant voice.

"Trust me. And if he had caught you fingering yourself last night. He would have just as quickly blown his wad too."

"Now that, I can believe." She began to pant even more, thoughts ran through her head about what Paul was going to do to her, thoughts of his large, stiff, cock, entering her body, wherever he chose to put it. But some of her thoughts turned to Philip. Of him, watching her display herself for Paul, of her wanting punishment, of her orgasm, and the effect it would have on Philip. And those thoughts quickly brought her to orgasm. "Coming! I'm coming.... uuughhh.... ooohhhHHHHHHSHIT. Yes, yes.... YESSSSSS!" Izzy's eyes were locked onto Paul's bouncing, phallus. She reached out for it. "Gimme!"

"Ohh no, not so quick young lady." With that, Paul walked back behind Izzy and knelt at the camera focused on her pussy. He watched through the lens, as the camera continued to film Izzy's vaginal contractions and the impact they were having on her peritoneum and anus. Both were in furious spasms. Dew drops of her juices had collected upon the petals of her labia, and with each orgasmic spasm, more coalesced. What was running through her head, he had no idea, but it had brought her to orgasm in less than a couple of minutes.

"Wow, that was quick. Tell me what you were thinking to bring you off that fast."

Izzy's hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. Her knuckles were white with the effort. She was rotating her hips and grinding her thighs together, to create some stimulation about her clitoris, but it was the mental stimulation of her thoughts, that got to her first. Though the site of Paul's massive erection helped her tremendously upon her journey, particularly as she knew she was responsible for inducing it. "Well," she panted, "it is being near you, thinking of what you might do to me, spanking me, filming me, showing me your gorgeous cock. But I was also thinking of Philip, watching me as I come. He has never seen me come, really come".

Izzy suddenly felt the air unsettle about her prominent behind, microseconds before she felt the impact of the leather paddle across the cheeks of her bottom. She yelped, in shock, the act taking her breath away. But before she could recover, she immediately felt another and another. The now familiar, and if she were truthful; yearned-for, warming, stinging pain, began to radiate out from her wounded posterior, heading straight to her vagina. She groaned and turned to face Paul.

"That is his loss, Izzy, for there is nothing more exciting than watching a woman in orgasm, and you are especially naughty."

"Yes, I am. So naughty.... that my lover bought... special equipment... to punish.... me!" Her words were interrupted by each smack across her deep-red cheeks. She felt her excitement rising again, rapidly, there was no stopping it.

"You better believe it. You are such a naughty girl." Paul carefully and thoroughly covered all of her bum cheeks and made them glow a vibrant red. His target though, was Izzy's raised pubic mound, that protruded between her clamped thighs. Flesh, which on the last two slaps of punishment, he caught. These were delivered with much less force, but the effect on Izzy were powerful.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooohhhh shit. Ohh again, do it again. Fuck!"

Paul obliged and Izzy felt the immediate pain, once more. Her body began to shudder uncontrollably and she collapsed fully across the counter. "Ohhh Paul, Paul, that is.... ohhh that is so good, I... I never thought, that spanking.... would be a thing for me..... but it..... but it is... shit I'm coming again. What a slut I am. Spank me, spank me until I come again, please."

Paul set about Izzy's behind with a frenzy of slaps, making sure the occasional whack, caught her across the puffy lips of her vagina. He was so tempted to fuck her there and then but wanted to save himself, and her, for later. Watching her in rapturous orgasm was enough for him, for the moment.

Izzy shook and groaned. Her anus pulsing with each spasm of orgasm. Between her spread legs, a little pool of her vaginal juices had spilt to the floor. This man could do anything to her, and it would ultimately turn her on and lead her to orgasm. She smiled at herself, knowing her bottom would be sensitive for quite a while, and that in being so, would likely induce another orgasm if touched.

"There! That is what naughty girls get, for not sending me pictures of themselves masturbating. Now you can't say you weren't duly punished, can you? Ohh, we had better get a move on, as I have someone coming soon."

Izzy turned to him crest-fallen. "I... I thought that.... I thought that I had you to myself all day. I thought that... we could spend all day making love, and then in the evening, making more, before you... you leave."

"Sorry to upset your plans my darling. But needs must. Now let me see your outfit from the front, but before that...."

Izzy felt Paul settle upon her back. She immediately felt his stiff cock slide between her thighs and bounce upward onto her vulva. Instinctively she clamped her thighs together trapping him there, groaning at the much-needed contact, as she herself felt trapped beneath her lover, over the kitchen counter. But Paul did nothing to her sexually, other than to slip a blindfold about her head, blacking out her vision. "What are you doing? I want to be able to see you."

"You will, and you will find out what I have planned for you soon enough. I'm hoping that you are ready for a little bit of pain, and a lot of pleasure."

"I'm always ready for a lot of pleasure Paul. And I am coming to understand, that I am rather partial to quite a bit of pain too, as that usually gives me even more pleasure."

"You are getting to be a pervert Izzy."

"I am what you have made me."

"Umm, perhaps then, you don't need to see me as much anymore? Perhaps it is time to release you into the wild?"

"Ohh by all means. You do that. You will find that I will scream the place down, and will leave no stone unturned until I find you. I will stalk you, I will make such a nuisance, that you will have to take me back. Don't you ever think about reducing the time you give to me either, for it is already, insufficient?"

Paul chuckled. "OK, a pervert and a glutton. Now stand and turn around. I find myself very much wanting to see you in your outfit."

She did as requested, a huge smile on her face, immediately distracting Paul with the very full corset. All down the front, from between the prominent mounds of her breasts, which would be fully on display, if it were not for the fact that she was wearing his shirt; to the very bottom; were flint-lock style catches. These seemed to hold the garment tightly about her womanly form, yet looked very easy to undo quickly. There were more rings on the belt about her waist, these were at the front. The corset was styled, to make sure that free and clear access could be given to the wearer's vagina, by unfastening a protective leather Fauld. Hiding this part of Izzy's anatomy from Paul's admiring gaze but not protecting her from physical 'interference'. Izzy had surpassed herself. She looked provocative, sexy and extremely beautiful.

"God you look fabulous. That outfit is fantastically sexy; all the more so, because it is you wearing it. It really emphasises your large, firm tits and tiny waist. Not to mention hiding your rather prominent labia. And God you have fantastic legs. Stockings were made for legs like yours. I can truthfully say, I have never seen a woman looking as sexy as you do right now."

Izzy laughed gaily loving the compliments and imagining Paul's eyes burning into her flesh. "Yes, I thought you might like. I bought it specifically for you, but as you can no doubt see, wearing it is really turning me on. Though to be fair, seeing my baby all excited, has helped me along that path too. It still gives me a thrill when you compliment me. It makes me tingle in all of the right places." She looked down at the floor, even though she could see nothing wearing the blindfold. "Will we have a chance to make love, before this person comes?" Her voice sounded forlorn as if she already knew the answer.

"Can you see anything?" Paul responded, seemingly ignoring her question.

"Not a damn thing."

"Do you trust me?"

"With an erection as large as the Empire State Building, presumably still pointing directly at me? Absolutely not!" She laughed.

"Good." He took he by the hand and led her to a room off of his studio, that he had been developing for occasions such as this. Once in the room, he stood her beneath a large oak beam that dissected the room at ceiling height. To this beam, a pulley had been securely fastened. "Now then, for the next part of my fiendish plan." He chuckled wickedly.

"God, what are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing I haven't done before. If you think about the first time I molested you. But this might be a little more extreme."

"You are going to tie me up?" Izzy caught her breath, a broad smile on her face.

"I'm certainly going to prevent you from moving, yes."

Izzy felt Paul grasp one of her arms, and he did something with the shackle on her wrist. She wasn't sure what but assumed he had passed a rope through the large eye sewn into the leather so that he could bind her. She then felt him do the same to the other wrist. "This is incredibly erotic. Not being able to see what you are doing. I mean, the room could be full of people for all I know, watching what you are doing to me."

"Aww, you guessed." Paul quipped, "they are all patiently waiting their turn to use you in whatever way takes their fancy."

"Don't say that Paul! They're not, are they? There is no one there is there?"

"Don't spoil things." Paul began to pull on a rope that led to the pully. He had attached the ropes to Izzy's wrists and now slowly drew her hands and arms upwards, till they were near full stretch.

"You weren't kidding, were you? About incapacitating me."

"Ohh, you will be incapacitated all right. Now for the legs. I will be lifting your fantastic bottom, onto a soft seat, so I might pull on your arms for a little while. Hopefully it won't cause too much discomfort."

Izzy felt herself being lifted, rather easily, then felt the soft pad of something on the small of her back. With her legs now dangling, Paul seemed to be attaching something to each leg, just above the knee. She then felt him securing something to one of the attachments. Her legs were being forced apart and when at their limit, before being uncomfortable, she felt him secure the other attachment. Finally, she felt Paul at the shackles on her ankles and assumed he was tying another rope to each of those. She heard the clicking of another locking pulley, as her ankles were pulled wide, effectively spreadeagling her.

"There. Try getting out of that!" Paul was rather pleased with his handiwork.

"I'm pretty sure that I can't. I'm also very sure, that I don't want to. I'm assuming you have me in this predicament for a purpose, and that purpose is to make me fully... OHFUCK! PAUL... UUUGGGHHH... OhhhhGOD! Not expecting... oh my God... ooohhhPaul. Yes... yes, fuck, fuck yes Paul. GOD! OH GOD..." Izzy thrashed within her bonds, as Paul's tongue delved within her wet folds licking and sucking upon her labia, teasing her clitoris. It took just seconds before her body exploded into orgasm. She panted wildly and thrust her hips up toward Paul's face, but felt him pulling away. "Don't stop, ohh don't stop you tease... ravish me, do what you want with me!" Her body swayed within the harness. "OH, you certainly know my body don't you? Fucking hell Paul, you turn me on so much. Seconds. It takes just seconds of you licking me and I come. And as you have me rather, shall we say exposed, I would guess that my excitement is more than a little on display. Are you filming this? Have you now got yet another video of me having an orgasm?"

"I must apologise. It was not my intention to do that. I wanted to make you suffer a bit longer. I just couldn't resist it, as you say, you are rather exposed, in this position. Plus I haven't quite finished yet. There is one thing more that I need to do, well two actually. Hopefully, I won't get distracted this time and yes, of course I am filming you. How could I not? This is definitely going to be uploaded on a porn site of my choice."

"Now Paul...." Izzy found her arms being lowered a little, settling her a little more into a horizontal position, which was also more comfortable for her. She pouted her lips, lips that she had decorated with lipstick and gloss and ran her tongue slowly across them. "Paul, you cannot do that, What if I'm recognised, what if Philip... all those men, staring at me... like this... ready for you, sooo wet, because of you... is... isss. And what is the other thing, may I ask? And besides, it is fully my intention to distract you, in case you hadn't noticed." She heard Paul chuckle, then felt the shirt being cut and tugged from her. "Oh, that was my favourite shirt!"

"I have others for you to borrow. The shirt was ruining the appearance of the corset, and more specifically your gorgeous breasts. They need to be naked."

"If you had your way, you would have me exposing them all the time, me thinks."

"I can confirm that for me, and many men I would guess, your breasts are the most beguiling of accoutrements. And, just to prove it."

Izzy felt Pauls lips tug upon one nipple, and then the other. She began to spasm immediately, her legs quivering as her hips rose from the seat, thrusting upwards at the air, and fully suspending herself upon the ropes that held her. She began to gyrate as her orgasm swept over her, which caused her to swing in an oscillating fashion, her buttocks every now and then grazing the seat. A trickle of her sweet nectar dribbled down across her peritoneum and towards her anus. "FUCKKKK UUUGGHH, OH FUCK PAUL!!" Her back arched as her taught muscles spasmed further, she tried to bring her legs together to apply some pressure to her clitoris, but she could not. "FUCKME, FUCK ME... kissing my nipples... ugh.. ugh huh,,, ummmmoooohhhhhh has me coming.... kissing my nipples... Jesus, you are some sort of modern-day Lothario and that is for certain."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Are you kidding? There had better be some more where that came from or else."

"I am afraid that you are in no position to demand anything, Izzy." Paul looked at his phone as it buzzed. The text was from Angelica, to say that she was waiting outside. "Right, well as you are enjoying this, way too much. Then I think we need to inflict a bit of punishment, don't you?"

"OOhhhh yes. Yes!"

Izzy heard Paul move away from her, but only for a moment. When he returned she felt his fingers about her nipples and then the cold metal of the nipple clamps.

"Nipple clamps? You are putting on the nipple clamps?"

"I am. Just a couple of days more, and you will be wearing something a little more permanent."

"Oh God, I can't wait Paul. I... can't... awwww that... that is so tight... my... poor nipple."

"Nipples darling, you have two of them."

She felt his fingers transfer across to her other nipple as he began to secure that. Then she heard another ratchet and slowly felt her nipples being pulled upon. Immediately her arousal grew as the pain being transmitted from her nipples flooded her body. "Christ that is hot Paul, I... I think I am going to... come again.... any time..... FUCK!" Izzy began to thrust her hips once more, trying to gain some purchase on the air, to aid in her further release."

"I need to leave you now, I must see to this client."

"What! You can't leave me hanging here for two hours Paul. Paul? Paul!" She shouted, but he had already left. "Fuck. I am going to make you suffer when I get out of this contraption, just you see." She felt better talking to herself but knew that she was deriving pleasure from being completely immobilised and continued to copulate with the air, bringing herself nearer and nearer to orgasm. An easy thing in her heightened state of arousal.

Paul opened the front door to find a slim woman in a long coat standing there, looking extremely uncomfortable and constantly checking over her shoulder.

"Christ, I thought you were never going to open the door!" She said to Paul, looking over her shoulder once more, nervously.

"Why Angelica, whatever is the matter?"

"What I'm wearing is the matter. I don't know how you talked me into it if I'm honest. Now, can I come in?"

"I seem to remember that you rather jumped at the offer of something a little more intimate and sexual?"

"Yes, yes I did. But when I agreed to that, I didn't know you would get me to wear this did I and outside besides? Even with the coat on, it has taken all of my courage to get here."

"Well, I haven't yet seen what 'this' is. So let's start by taking off that ridiculous coat shall we."

"Ridiculous it may be, but without it, I would not be standing here now, of that I am certain! With it on, I am still wavering fast, so please let me in, then I will take it off. I can't take it off here now, can I? And even then... I... I'm... God this is embarrassing. I have never worn... I mean I am as far from a... dom..."

Paul had slipped on a dressing gown when he had left Izzy. It was loosely tied about the waist and therefore revealed much of his broad chest, making Angelica falter. But it was not his chest that made her mouth drop open and her eyes widen as they fixed upon the pointed mound beneath the flaps of the robe. How she could have missed such a large object, she had no idea, putting it down to being completely flustered and out of her comfort zone. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Her eyes steadfast upon the pulsing, bouncing object that was within reaching distance. "Paul! You are... that is... Are you... because of... because of me?"

"Take off your coat, Angelica, here, now, upon my doorstep. You must do it to embrace what you are wearing and to gain confidence in how good you look in it. If you want 'intimate shots', then trust me, you will have to work at it. And it starts with you taking off your coat and giving it to me."

She looked into Paul's eyes. They both knew she was lost. The sight of his throbbing erection had sealed the deal, but in truth, he would have won out sooner or later anyway. But she still resisted. So Paul moved closer to her and slowly, whilst looking directly at her eyes, he released the coat belt about her waist. Without any further protest from Angelica. Other than the look of a frightened rabbit in her eyes. He undid the buttons, working from the bottom upwards, allowing the coat to part, but only just, not really giving anything away. Angelica wrapped her arms about herself, holding the coat in place. "I don't think I can Paul. To be honest, I'm not sure any of this is a good idea. I don't know what I was thinking. I think I would have trouble if we were in your studio, but out here, on your doorstep, in clear view of passers-by... I... I just can't."

Paul smiled at her reassuringly, and with a simple shrug, the robe he wore, slipped from his body. "Does it make it any easier, If I stand here naked?" He asked Angelica.

Angelica gasped, her eyes wide, her mouth once again fell open and her arms dropped to her sides. Seeing the outline of Paul's erection through his trousers when she had first met him and beneath his robe just now, had not prepared her for seeing it in the flesh. "FUCK...." Was all she could utter. "FUCK! OH MY GOD... Paul, that is enormous. I... I..." She found herself completely immobilised,

remembering all that this man's partner had said to her about him.

Paul took that opportunity to push the coat open and slip it over her shoulders, so that it fell to the floor, revealing Angelica in all of her glory. About her neck, she wore a leather studded dog collar. A large loop of silver hung from the collar at the centre point of her neck. She wore a rubber bustier, that tightly covered her chest, like a second skin. This band of rubber was not connected about the midway point of her breasts but was secured with leather ties, that criss-crossed her chest, holding the garment together. Although her breasts were quite a bit smaller than Izzy's, it seemed her nipples were trying to compensate for that, as their large size made them very clear beneath the rubber. Although her shoulders were bare, the bustier had long sleeves attached which ran into the rubber gloves that she wore, making them look like they were all one piece.

Around each of her upper arms, she wore a metal circlet, that had a chain upon it that connected to the silver circle attached to the dog collar on her neck. A nod to being bound in slavery. About her naked waist, was a leather halter, specifically designed to allow other straps to be added. Angelica was not aware of this however, as Paul had bought all of this outfit, but it was specifically for taking a strap-on dildo, that could be inserted into the wearer, and held in place, or with the dildo facing outwards, could be used by the wearer to abuse the orifices of another. Currently there. was no dildo in place, as Paul still had that, and the toys he was going to strap to it. That would be just one of many surprises he would be introducing Angelica to.

Around her rather boyish hips, was another band of rubber, that was supposed to be a skirt. This too was designed with a criss-cross of leather ties to hold the skirt in place about the wearer, but which left the pubic area completely uncovered. Angelica was supposed to be naked there, but Paul noted that she was wearing a thong to cover her modesty. Even so, with his eyes flashing hungrily over her body, she felt compelled to pull on the hem of the skirt at the back, to cover her almost exposed behind, before pulling on the centre of the skirt, leaving her hand there to further cover her pubic area. Upon her legs, she wore rubber stockings, that terminated in high-heeled, studded boots. The six-inch heels looked impossible to walk on, but Angelica managed without concern. As Paul had intended, she looked like a dominatrix in all but attitude.

"Well, now that is better, isn't it? Though I did say, no panties."

Angelica was still agog at the throbbing cock before her. She was not used to such blatant sexuality and knew she was way out of her depth. She was not even sure why she had agreed to this session, having been warned what this man was like. Her eyes had not left the throbbing, pulsing beast before her, and Paul seemed to be in no hurry to move either. This was so surreal. Standing, dressed as a dominatrix, on this man's doorstep, with him completely naked before her, supporting an erect cock the size of which she had only seen in porn films that her boyfriends had convinced her to watch.

She looked over her shoulder in two minds whether she should run for it, or whether she should give in to the desires that had been growing within her since that day in the shop. She wanted to be completely used by this man. To be taken to places she had never been, and probably would never have the courage to go again. She was smitten with him. Drawn in by his masculinity, his sexuality, and his raw male genitals. Genitals that were pointing directly at her right now. Was he this hard because of her, because of what she was wearing? Was he attracted to her like she was to him? She needed to know.

She watched her arms in disbelief as they began to reach for the phallus before her. Entranced, overwhelmed and already addicted. But Paul quickly stepped back. "Uh, uh, ah. No touching, unless you give me those panties."

Angelica looked into his eyes. Despite what she was wearing, she looked like a frightened child, wanting something, but knowing that to get it, would mean that she had to do something wrong, or something she didn't want to do. "I can't Paul, not here." She looked at him, for sympathy. "I will happily take them off for you inside."

"I am standing here before you, not only completely naked, but sporting shall we say, some appreciation for you and what you are wearing."

His words, made Angelica look down at his cock once more, which throbbed wildly, bathed in her attention. "Fuck." She said again, dragging her eyes away to look up into Paul's. "Fuck, your cock is huge! I've been wanting to... to see it, ever since that day in the shop. I... I just couldn't believe it was as big as it looked. But fuck it is bigger than I thought. Is that even possible?"

"I have seen you looking Angelica, during our photo shoots. You have not been very subtle about it either. I teased you mercilessly, didn't I?"

"You still are, putting it just in front of me, but not letting me touch it." Angelica heard some people talking and turned to see a couple walking their dog at the bottom of Paul's driveway. They halted as the dog stopped to investigate something or other.

"Take them off now Angelica. Take them off and hand them to me."

"But they will see!" She pleaded. "This skirt hides nothing, Paul, they will see my... my pussy, and my bum. Are you not worried they will see you... like that?"

"They are not looking Angelica, would it help if I removed them for you?"

"Nooo!" She wailed at him. "Can't you tell? Can't you tell what you are doing to me? How... turned on you have me? If I were to let you touch me now... or pull down my panties, well I... I... that is... you will probably... oooohhhh Christ Paul. Cover him up pleaseeee. I can't think straight!" She was blushing furiously as she said this. "I'll do it, I'll do it. Ohh God, why are you asking me to do this? Do you want to embarrass me, do you want me to display myself to strangers? It is hard enough for me to contemplate even showing myself to you. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to this. I don't just go around showing any people my... my pus... my privates you know."

Paul did no more than held out his hand. "Do it slowly, and erotically. In fact. Wait here whilst I get a camera and take some pictures. Your 'intimate session', starts here and now." He walked off to the sound of Angelica wailing his name in protest.

When he returned, he noted that the people were still lingering at the bottom of his drive. Whether the dog was holding them there, or they were holding the dog there, he could not tell. But as he walked back into the open doorway, he saw them looking up at him. The woman smiled, in no hurry it seemed, to move on.

"Let's get this over with." Angelica said with new resolve, "It seems that is the only way to get into your house. And by the way, those people have been looking at me. Are they still there?"

"Yes. It seems they want to watch you remove your panties, as much as I do."

"Ohh God. Don't say that... wait, you want to see me... you want to see my pussy? Ohhh God Paul, that is so hot."

"Hitch up the skirt, and pull them down slowly, before the people get bored and move on. Just do it, don't think about it, just do it."

Angelica felt like she was under a spell of some sort. Her hands had already moved to the hem of the skirt and were pulling it up. Her alabaster bum cheeks, quickly came into view, as she heard a grunt of appreciation from the couple in the road. She closed her eyes, as if that would ease her humiliation, and tucked her thumbs into the string of the thong, slowly drawing it down over her hips and onto her thighs. Paul made her stop every now and then, so he could get his camera angle, just where he wanted it, which was to include the two voyeurs in the road. Three, if you were to include the dog, which was now sitting and looking up the drive as well. "Paul! How much longer are you going to make me suffer?"

"You shave? Do you prefer having a bald pussy?"

"Yes, yes, I think I do, but... but I have only recently been doing it. You see... I saw... I saw your wife... when she was, bent over in the changing rooms. I could see that she shaved... and I... well I.... I thought that you might prefer a shaved pussy."

"So you did it for me?"

"Yes.".

"I see, so you had every intension of showing me then? As it happens, I do prefer a smooth, hairless pussy." Paul took his time and took a few more pictures of her slightly bent over, her bum pointing at the watchers in the road, her knickers at knee level. "Your panties are wet Angelica, and I can see your labia are expanded and glistening. Why is that if you are so uncomfortable in what you are doing?"

"I know they are wet, I told you that what I'm wearing is just not me and that I am not comfortable wearing it." She hesitantly looked behind her, hoping that the couple had moved on and that they were not staring at the pale globes of her behind. But they were still there, intensely watching as things unfolded. "Ohh!" She gasped, "They are still there."

"I know, I have made sure they are in most of the pictures I have taken too. Now you were saying."

"Please let me in Paul, I will tell you all inside. This is so... so degrading and humiliating."

"I will let you in when you have given me your panties, and you have told me why you have shaved and why your pussy is pouting and succulently wet."

"OOHH CHRIST, PAUL! I'm wet because I am thoroughly turned on. More than I have ever been in my life! At least it feels like that, right this minute. I would never have had the courage to wear an outfit like this, had you not told me that I must wear it today, it is just not me Paul, but what I didn't know, was how it would make me so aroused, or the situation I find myself in, or both. I've been wet ever since putting it on, hence wearing the panties. And why did I shave? Well my pussy would have been on display anyway, in this skirt, and seeing your wife's pussy made me think that... if I did the same... I might... that is, you might want to... ohhh I don't know. There," she bent lower, slipping the thong over her heeled feet, and standing, passed her panties to Paul. "There, my panties as ordered. I'm sorry, but they are sopping wet. It has not helped things, having me bent over so that those people have had a pretty good view of me or the fact that all I can seem to see before me is this huge throbbing cock of yours. If I'm honest, I think I have been wet ever since shaving. I find I seem to be permanently aroused now."

"Well, you did say you wanted things to be intimate."

"Intimate implies between a loving couple, in private, not out in the road. And I thought we were talking photo shoot, not.... not this.... though I had hoped.... that.."

"Have you never made love outside Angelica?"

"No! Why would I do that?"

"Oh my dear girl, there are so many reasons."

"Can I please come in now, I've done what you wanted." She looked behind her and watched the couple talking excitedly as they finally moved on. "They will have been able to see everything poking out from this ridiculously short skirt, or more appropriately, rubber band, won't they?"

"I believe so yes, and what a delightful sight I'm sure it was, and one that I expect to see myself, very shortly. You look wonderful by the way and thank you for putting it on. But one more thing before you cross my threshold, I need you to agree to do, whatever I ask of you."

"What? What do you mean by 'whatever'? I'm unsure I can agree wholeheartedly to something if I don't know what it is."

"Do you not trust me then?"

"I do. But look at what you have just had me do, as well as insisting I wear this.." She indicated the outfit she had on. "I could not be further from my comfort zone than right now. I'm not sure what you have planned for this photo shoot, but I am seriously considering getting the hell out of here!" She smiled, letting Paul know that it was a joke, but only just.

"Put it like this. What I am going to put you through will leave you breathless, as well as completely used and abused. Will be an experience you have not yet had and, will I am sure, leave you wanting to come back for more."

"Are... you going to fuck me?" She looked expectantly at him.

"Is that what you came here for, Angelica? Were you hoping that if the photo shoot was intimate enough, it would make me want to fuck you? That you would arouse me to the point that I could not control myself and force my attentions upon you, taking you roughly and fully, filling your wet, dripping...."

"YES, yes... OK I did. I did want that, I mean I do want that. Yes, that is another reason why I am so wet. Putting on this outfit was, I thought, just for you. It turns out, that I am so turned on... that I... want..."

"What do you want Angelica."

"I want you to do whatever you want with me. There, I said it. I will obey your instructions. Without question."

"So you came here, wanting this, wanting to be fucked by me?"

"Ooh God yes, isn't it written all over me?"

"Without question Angelica, remember that, before you agree wholeheartedly."

"Er... yes." She reached out her hand towards Paul's still throbbing cock, once more, only for him to teasingly back away again. "Oh my fucking God, Paul, you have me so turned on I can't think straight. He looks like he has been cast out of iron. I bet I couldn't even get my fingers around him." She looked up, directly into Paul's eyes. "Yes, I will obey you without question. Whatever you have in mind, as long as I get him inside me, will be fine with me."

"Good. Remember that. Now turn and pick up your coat, I want to see what those people saw."

Angelica smiled and turning, bent at the waist to pick up her coat, her skirt settled about the top of her hips, as it was still pulled up, and looked more like a belt. She held the pose, giving Paul as much time as he wanted, to take images of her most intimate areas.

Paul of course took full advantage, and when he finished with his camera, he could not resist smacking the behind before him, giving Angelica several rapid strikes across her pale buttocks making her cry out in surprise, begging him to stop. Paul duly complied, but not before he had delivered a further five smacks per cheek.

"Stand, and turn around. I want you to put these on you."

As Angelica turned, she saw the shackles that he had in his hands. A leather cuff, with a silver 'D' shaped ring on each one. Attached to those rings was a small length of chain measuring no more than 15 cm. Angelica looked up at Paul. A little smile began to break out on her face, albeit, tinged with a hint of nervousness. "You seem to have had those handy, as there was nowhere you could have been hiding them. You planned to put them on me all along, didn't you? Do you like bondage, Paul?"

"Not when done to me no. But I do like to dispense a little. Do you need help putting those on?"

"I don't need help, no. But I would like it..." she looked up at him shyly, "I have not done this before, but have thought about it often, it would be a little, no a lot more exciting for me, if you put them on me."

"As you wish." Paul took each of her wrists in succession, wrapping the cuff about them, and securing the leather strap. Not too tight, but not loose enough for her to slip her hands out.

"My God, your wife told me that you were dangerous, I'm beginning to understand what she meant. I can now understand why she did what she did in the shop. You ordered her to, didn't you? You are a bad, bad man?"

"Yes. Yes, I did." Paul unclipped one end of the chains, securing the cuffs together, and moved behind Angelica, tugging with him her captured arm. Then grabbing her other and bringing that behind her, he secured the chain back to the wrist cuff. Effectively securing her hands behind her back. "And I noticed that you studied my wife's perfect behind for quite a while Angelica. And took more than a few pictures on your phone. Why did you do that?"

"I... I..."

"Did you take them for you, or for your partner, if you have one?"

"I don't have a partner." Angelica blurted out.

"I see, so you wanted pictures of Izzy being humiliated by me because you liked the look of her tight arse, her large, firm dangling breasts. You wanted to see her pussy being abused by the vibrator. Do you like women Angelica, sexually I mean? Are you bi? Did you masturbate to the pictures you took of Izzy?"

"No!, No... that is... I have never been with a wom... I have only had experience with men. I... I don't know why I took the pictures, I guess I wanted to have done to me, what was being done to her... I... I... did masturbate thinking about you doing the same to me though... and I did use the pictures I had taken. I was so turned on, I... played with myself in the shop toilets. I think my colleague heard me too. I think despite the warning Izzy gave me, it was already too late for me, I had to get some of the same as her."

"And that is why you are really here, to experience the same sort of thing?"

"Yes, yes... I guess so. Now can I finally come in?"

Paul knelt down and grabbing the rubber skirt at the hem, pulled it down to cover the now rosy red cheeks of her pert bottom, but not before kissing each red cheek before doing so. Angelica could not help a little groan escaping from her lips. She looked down at her pubis. Despite the skirt being pulled fully into place. Her genitals were still fully on display. Her labia had unfurled and looked very wet and swollen, she knew just how sensitive they would be. One touch upon them, and she would be done for.

"Do you often masturbate then Angelica?" Paul asked out of the blue.

"Wha.... Do I often masturbate, what sort of a question is that?"

"A question from an interested party. I was just wondering if you had masturbated to those pictures you took of my wife, more than once It is not a difficult question to answer, just a simple yes or no."

"It might be a simple yes or no to you, but is still a very difficult question for me to answer. I mean I hardly know you, to answer such intimate things so freely. That sounds ridiculous standing here in latex with my pussy on display, and already having admitted to having masturbated once, and at my shop, doesn't it?"

"It does yes. So do you?"

"I don't know why, but I am embarrassed to say? I think of it as a private subject, that is not always discussed, even between loving couples. But yes, a few times a week, sometimes a few times a day. So now that you have completely humiliated me, what is next? Getting me to run up and down your road completely naked? God, I'm really beginning to wish I had not come here."

"Do you mean that?"

"You know Paul, that I do not. Now, can I come in?"

Paul stood, and reached into the kitchen, pulling out another length of chain. He clipped it onto the silver ring on the dog collar at Angelica's neck, gently pulling her into the house. He then closed the door. "You have now crossed the threshold. As for humiliating you, it was not my intention Angelica. I merely wanted to break down some of those barriers that society puts in our way. Barriers that usually prevent us from doing what we really want to do. So please, no embarrassment. Live and breathe, as well as embrace what happens to you here. Knowing that at any time, should you wish to stop, you can just stop. Despite appearances, you are not being forced to do anything."

"I believe I have been doing exactly that, since first meeting you Paul. I don't know how you are making me do these things. But I just can't seem to say no to you. I can understand what Izzy said and how she must feel. I can also understand why she wants to do the things you demand of her. Because it is exciting. So exciting, that I have certainly never felt the likes of it before."

"Well, hopefully, there are even more pleasures and excitement to come."

As Paul guided her along to the studio by her leash, she felt a dribble run down her inner thigh, and looking down, was surprised to see that her pussy was leaking lubrication. It had dribbled to the top edge of the latex stocking, and having crested the hump of the stocking top, ran quickly down the rubber leg adornment, to her inner knee. Her mouth fell open at her body's reaction to the situation she found herself in. For her, she had not experienced such strong feelings of excitement. Her skin suddenly broke out in goosebumps, an orgasm was not that far from manifesting itself. Something she realised, she very much wanted to happen as Paul watched on.

Paul had stopped at his studio door. She looked up at him as he guided her through the door noting that his eyes had seen what she had. With a big smile upon her face, she was confident that she had his full, undivided attention. That is, until she saw Paul's blindfolded wife suspended, and facing directly at her, she could see everything and immediately gasped in surprise. But she could say nothing further. For at that point, she felt Paul's strong arm, grasp her about the waist, pulling her back against him. She felt the tip of his rod of iron, push into her secured hands, as his other hand covered her mouth. Paul's voice resonated quietly in her ear. "Say nothing. Stay quiet, do just as you are told." It was a barked instruction and the whole experience made her shiver and tremble with excitement. The game had suddenly transformed and she liked where it was now going.

"Is that you Paul? I was beginning to think you had left me here to suffer. Come, finish what you started. I assume the other client has gone?"

"Of course it is me," Paul responded. "And no, the other client has not gone, in fact, they are standing here beside me, admiring the extremely erotic view."

"Ha!" Izzy laughed. "You tease. Come now, do those things that you promised me you would do."

"Patience, my dear. Any time now."

"Hurry, I need to come."

Angelica felt Paul's hand slide from her waist downwards, over the rubber skirt, across the mound of her pubis and onto her fleshy folds. She heard the unmistakable squelch of her wetness as his fingers delved expertly within her labia, assaulting the hardened nub of her clitoris, making her whimper. She grasped hold of the protruding and throbbing flesh that had been forced into her hands, but in these close quarters, she could do nothing else. The wet slap of his attention upon her vagina attracted Izzy's attention.

"Are you playing with yourself, Paul?"

"When I have such delights to look upon as I do now, how could I not?"

"Oohh God you make me so horny."

Angelica swivelled her head towards Paul, whispering into his hand, "Me too... I'm... I'm... going to come."

He fingered her pussy, for a little longer, stopping as her legs began to shake. "Not just yet, my sweet thing." He urged Angelica closer to Izzy's spreadeagled form, stopping as they both stood between her legs, adjacent to her calves. He then released her mouth, and pushing slowly upon the back of her head, forced her face closer and closer to Izzy's vagina. Laying across her back, he whispered once more into her ear. "Savour the delights, for I know you have wanted to for some time now."

Angelica shook her head. She had never had her face this close to another woman's genitals before. So close that she could smell the perfume of her sex, so close, that she could see every dribble of lubrication as it left Izzy's vagina with each spasm of her building excitement. She had never licked or sucked upon another woman, or touched one sexually. She had considered herself to be heterosexual, but Paul's question had made her doubt herself. Perhaps he was right, because she knew that she was curious. She had wanted to touch Izzy, when she saw her in the shop, and she had masturbated over the pictures she had taken that day, and not just once or twice either. She thought she had hidden those feelings well, but Paul had spotted them immediately and drawn the correct conclusion. Somehow she knew that she wanted to do this, not just for herself, but for him too, for the pulsing of his cock, which was still within her hands, was telling her how exciting the prospect was for him.

She felt Paul's hand on the back of her head once more as he gently, but forcibly, pushed her lower still. She knew what he wanted. Was it what the woman beneath her, wanted too? She couldn't tell. But she did realise, that the woman beneath her must now be able to feel her hot breaths upon her delicate, pouting lips, for she started to squirm in the braces. Angelica's resistance was failing with each centimetre her face was pushed closer. But simultaneously, because her hands were secured behind her back, she began to lose grip on the pulsing rock-hard phallus nestling there. She couldn't help herself from groaning in displeasure. A second later however, she felt the intrusion of Paul's fat, bulbous cock-head, as it slipped between her slightly open thighs, and abraded her vaginal lips, as his length ran tightly along her wetness, until the head of his cock poked out in front of her, pulsing against her clitoris.

She had not consciously put out her tongue but found it suddenly slipping between the hot, wet swollen folds of Izzy's vagina, delving deeply, before lashing upwards towards Izzy's swollen clitoris. At the same time, Paul had withdrawn his cock, only to thrust his hips forward once more. This time, with Angelica's ample lubrication aiding the process, his cock parted her lips and ran along her vaginal cleft. The sensations of what was happening to her, were more than enough to instigate an orgasm of hitherto unknown proportions.

"FUCK PAUL! OOHH YES MY DARLING!" Izzy shouted as Angelica's tongue, though unpractised at the art of cunnilingus, quickly brought Izzy to orgasm too. She thrust upwards as much as she could, suspended as she was, to allow Angelica's tongue to penetrate her deeply. Angelica was shaking and groaning, whimpering and moaning as Paul continued to take his pleasure from her cunt lips, by using them to plough the length of his penis along. Her raised and erect clitoris was being abraded each time he thrust between her legs and she was losing track of when an orgasm finished and another started. She was in heaven as she placed her lips on Izzy's clitoris and sucking hard upon it, flicked her tongue across the swollen nub, making Izzy scream out her passion as she orgasmed again.

Paul held the camera in his hands close to Angelica's face, so that he could film all of the action. Every now and then, pulling back to take in the beauty of Izzy and her complete release. Though blindfolded, it was easy to see that this was her, for he wanted that to be apparent. Although her vocalisations dispensed any doubt.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUUUuck!" Izzy shouted, drowning out Angelica's own cries. "Yes, lick me, oohhh suck me, yes you know what I like... what I want... what my cunt needs... oooohhhh my darling Paul!"

Paul drew back. He was enjoying himself far too much and knew that he would soon be losing a load of his semen if he did not control himself. He moved around the cameras that he had placed, checking that they were filming the lesbian love scene before him. They were capturing everything, and the lighting was perfect.

Angelica looked up at him, her face was a confused landscape of embarrassment, enjoyment, disappointment and above all lust. She felt like she should not be enjoying the taste and the feel of Izzy's pussy, but making her come, whilst she licked her was a revelation and a thorough turn-on, such that, even without Paul's cock rubbing tightly against her pussy lips, she could feel herself quickly rising to another orgasm. She still, however, very much wanted Paul's cock to be back between her legs, and to be slipping inside of her hot wet cunt, but she very much wanted to pleasure Izzy too. She was so wet, that she felt trickle after trickle of her lubrication, running down her legs. She had never been this turned on.

Paul had moved to the ropes holding Izzy in position. He released the ratchet a little and lowered her head.

"What are you going to do to me now, you naughty man?" Izzy asked Paul. Wondering how he was doing this whilst still able to maintain the pressure of his lips and tongue upon her yearning pussy. Angelica pulled away to watch what he had planned too.

"I think it time, that I put your mouth to work." Paul responded, signalling to Angelica to resume the attention she was giving to his lover's pussy.

Izzy was already groaning in anticipation. "Oh yes... yes. But don't stop, don't stop licking my pussy!"

"Just wait a minute you hussy." Paul stood over Izzy and placed the length of his phallus across her face, so that the tip of his cock touched her lips, making her break out in a huge smile.

"There's my baby." She kissed the underside of Paul's cock with several loud smacking pecks, then she tilted her head back, so that she could open her mouth to accept in the large bulbous head of his erection. Paul was already leaking pre-come, which Izzy's tongue seemed to instinctively find as she stretched her mouth wide to accept his girth in. She sucked him lightly, allowing her lips to slip from his cock head to the tip, where she kissed him, then opened her mouth again to accept him in, she repeated this again and again making him groan.

"Uuuummm, my baby likes that, doesn't he? He tastes especially nice today. He is getting so hard, are you going to come?"

Paul's response was a croak. He nodded forgetting that Izzy was still blindfolded. But Angelica's eyes were glued upon the huge phallus that was pointing in her direction, occasionally the powerful pulsing would lift his cock away from Izzy's playful lips.

Angelica was beside herself with lust. Never before had she participated in threesome sex. Yet the taste of another woman in her mouth and on her tongue, seemed so natural to her and was not unlike the taste of herself, which she had sampled many times during masturbation. It was during some of those personal times of self-pleasure, that she had thought about what it would be like to do this, even though she knew she would never have had the courage in reality. Yet here she was, using her tongue to penetrate the vaginal lips of a woman she had seen only once. Whilst that woman sucked upon her husband's monstrous cock. And all the while, he was filming what was happening. It was as if she were within one of her own fantasies, yet this fantasy was real and all the more stimulating because of it. She yearned to slip her fingers inside herself and to fuck herself to another orgasm.

She watched in awe, as Izzy slowly accepted the large girth of the monstrous cock into her mouth. A cock that she knew was steeped in her juices, finding it all too much to take and on the verge of yet another climax, that she feared would be a noisy one; she plunged her face forward, stabbing out her tongue to penetrate Izzy's succulent lips. She slid her tongue in and out of Izzy, fucking her as she watched the bound woman swallowing more and more of the huge cock.

Both women erupted in climax. Izzy groaned about the cock she was deep-throating. Her thighs gripping upon the head of her tormentor, muffling the groans from the other woman. She felt Paul's cock gently being pushed into her throat, unaware a small camera was held in his hand, capturing his point of view, both of the cunnilingus and the deep-throating blow job. Not that she would have cared, for she could tell that her lover was close to orgasm himself. His cock had taken on the hardness of a diamond.

Paul knew he could not hold on any longer. What red-blooded male in a similar situation, would have fared any better? With both women in the throes of orgasm, he slowly pulled out of Izzy, despite her protesting. When he was fully clear of her mouth, she verbalised that protest. "No... no Paul... put him back in, I want you to fill my stomach with your seed! I want him... you taste so... so..."

"You like how I taste, do you? Well, there is more where that came from." He began to ride the underside of his cock, upon Izzy's lips and tongue, as she turned her head to one side to accommodate the action.

Angelica's heavy-lidded brown eyes looked up as she continued her tongue and lip play upon Izzy's vagina. They firmly fixed upon the cock that was pointing directly at her. How could they not? Being this close, and with Paul's beast at the peak of health and hardness, she was once again overawed by the size of the thing. She watched as the shaft pulsed upwards, away from the lips that teased and played with it. A large glutinous dribble of pre-come hung from the tip, dropping onto Izzy's tongue which she swallowed with enthusiasm. Time for Angelica seemed to slow, her mouth clamped over Izzy's sopping vagina, her tongue vigorously flicking the hard clitoris beneath it, bringing Izzy to orgasm once more. She had never done such a thing before in her life, yet was very pleased with herself at how quickly she could make this woman come. She had never received a face-full of ejaculated semen either, but she knew in that moment, she very much wanted that too.

Eagerly watching Izzy's tormenting tongue, as she teased her lover's frenulum on the base of his pulsing phallus, Angelica could see the skin of the bulbous head before her, getting even more taut and glossy; she did not recognise the tell-tale signs until it was too late. With a sudden grunt, Paul's spitting 'cobra' released a powerful first salvo. Angelica's eyes sprang wide, her mouth dropping open excitedly. She had begun to pull away from feasting on Izzy's vagina, her chin slick with the other woman's juices. Watching the intensely exciting blow-job unfold before her to its conclusion, was another first, making her envious that it was not her sucking and fellating, Paul's impressive weapon. But being the third party in this strange sexual tryst, had its own rewards, she had already broken her virginity regarding lesbian cunnilingus, and now she not only witnessed the results of Izzy's attention, a split second later, she was in receipt of it, her first ever facial.

A large gout of white-hot, creamy ejaculate, erupted from the end of Paul's throbbing phallus with such force, that it ricocheted across the hard, flat, pale stomach of the prone woman, hitting Angelica squarely in the face. "Ooohh FUCK!" She cried, instinctively pulling back further and starting to straighten up as the hot semen dribbled into her mouth. "OOOHHH!!" She cried again as, a further stream of searing sperm, hit her squarely upon the chest, and splattered onto her little top. Covering the strapping, and oozing onto her naked chest beneath, before falling onto the pubis and spread open vagina that she had just been devouring. Paul's cock pulsed wildly upwards, like a high-pressure hose, inadvertently released. From the end, another strong stream of his come shot skyward. Angelica followed the arc as the semen splattered back down across Izzy's breasts and stomach. Izzy, both used to, and demanding of such a shower of ejaculate, immediately spasmed in orgasm again. Groaning loudly and issuing a stream of expletives. Her upper torso and face, a mess of spent sperm.

Angelica had not seen the like of this volume or force of ejaculated male seed before. Her tongue had already tasted the semen that had dribbled into her mouth. But she wanted more. Watching the lava-like spillage of come, running down Izzy's cheeks into her hair, made her feel that his come was being wasted, and her chance of ingesting more, or getting fucked, had slipped away. She began to stand upright. But she didn't know Paul, or the capabilities of his impressive phallus.

Paul's eyes burned brightly with lust as Angelica stood fully. Flecks and dribbles of his semen were easily visible upon the black shiny latex of her rubber wear. He leaned forward, placing his balls onto Izzy's lips and allowed her to suck on one of his testicles, as he grasped Angelica by the upper arms, pulling her tightly in between Izzy's wide-open legs. The move had brought his cock even closer to Angelica. She watched in awe, her mouth dribbling saliva on her already wet chin, as Paul unloaded the last two forceful streams of his come, hitting her squarely across the belly, over the ties of the little skirt, which then dribbled down across her naked pubic mound. She convulsed once, twice and then orgasmed with a long drawn-out cry and groan of lust. Paul reached forward and ran his fingers within his semen, decorating Angelica's pussy, before slicing through her wet lips and forcefully entering her with two fingers.

She could no longer keep quiet and cried out loudly at being penetrated, her orgasm reaching greater heights as she shook like a rag doll, before falling forward across Izzy, pushing her legs wider as she rode Paul's manipulating fingers. She fought against the wrist restraints, desperate for the contact of Paul's large fingers upon her clitoris, erupting into yet another orgasm that was so violent, it took her legs from under her and she collapsed to the floor.

Izzy's cries of passion were loud, her mind a fog of sexual ecstasy and orgasmic release. The air was heavy with the musky smell of the women, the smell of sex. Being bound as she was, had intensified her orgasms all the more, but had not dulled her other senses completely. "Paul...?" She said questioningly. "Paul, what's going on?"

"Sush my darling, live the moment."

Angelica had never felt so turned on, so in need of a fucking, so keen to feast on a man's ejaculate as she was now. With her body still in spasm, she rose on her knees, putting her lips upon the inside of Izzy's thigh, feeling the lush silken threads of the stocking upon her delicate lips. She watched Paul's semen dribbling across the sopping, opened labia before her face, and trickle down toward Izzy's anus. Angelica could not help herself, and she darted forward with her tongue, to capture the mix of vaginal fluid and male ejaculate. Her tongue rasped across Izzy's anus as she put her lips upon the little sphincter, feeding on the mixture of love juices as she investigated the crinkled flesh and began to force her tongue into Izzy's anus.

With Paul gently caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples, it was becoming clear to Izzy's sex befuddled mind, that one person could not be doing all of the delightful things that were being done to her. "Paul?" Izzy questioned again. "Ohhhh my God... Paul?" A little fear was notable in her voice, along with her rising lust. "What is going on? Who else is here, I can feel... ooooh there is someone else... licking my... ooohhhh my God it is heaven... I... I cannot collect my thoughts... OOOHHHH PAUL!."

"I told you that today was a special day, enjoy the attention you are being given."

"But Paul..... Who is it? Please tell me it is not... not Philip! I don't want him to.. to.."

"Philip is not here. Though he will be benefiting."

"Benefitt..... ing? Who is it, do I know him?? God, I can't believe you are showing me to a complete stranger."

"Says the woman I was fucking in the front garden. Besides, they are not a complete stranger, and as you have guessed, I am not just showing them you either, they are participating."

"OOHHHFUCK! Don't you think I know! I have your hands on my breasts, I would know them anywhere, and he is doing indescribable things to me with his tongue."

"I'm glad you are enjoying your first threesome, as I knew you would, you hussy."

"Fuck, there... there... stick it in... oooooHHHH Paul. Ohh fuck yes, there... there... do it, stick it in me! How... how... ooohhhh fuck you Paul, I... I can't concentrate, how is Philip going... to be benefitting?" Izzy's chest was now grasping at huge chunks of air, as the attention she was receiving tipped her over the edge and into another orgasm. She had lost count of how many she had had, and really couldn't care. "Aaaghhhhhh Jesus! Fuck, yes, fuck my arse with your tongue... do it! Do it now... I need to come!"

Paul edged away, and picking up one of his cameras, set it before Angelica's face, to get a close-up of her tongue, entering Izzy's anus. He then knelt down behind her and began to remove her bodice. With her hands still secured behind her, his slippery appendage, nestled within her fingers. She lost no time in grasping hold. Surprised that what she felt, appeared to be as hard as it was before he ejaculated. She pulled away from finishing Izzy's latest orgasm and turned to Paul. "Fuck he's still hard!"

Paul had finished with the bodice and let it drop to the floor. His hands roamed about Angelica's small breasts, making her nipples stand out even harder. "Yes," he responded "and eager to dip your tight pussy. Are you wet Angelica?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It's a woman," Izzy said almost accusingly. Do you have another woman here? Is it one of your models? Have you fucked her before? Have you fucked her today Paul?"

"No," Paul said, rising to his feet and then lifting Angelica to hers. "Angelica is here to pleasure you, Izzy. Though she didn't know it, she wanted to have sex with you. And we both know you are thoroughly enjoying it." He turned to Angelica. "And Angelica is too, aren't you?"

"I am?" Angelica panted, rather coyly. "How did you know that I wanted to have sex with your wife? I didn't know myself."

"Because I know women; because I saw how you looked at my wife at the shop and took those pictures of her in the compromising position in which I had placed her."

"Angelica? From the shop?" Izzy spoke in sudden realisation. "You took pictures of me.... it was you I heard, your feet I saw!"

"Yes," Angelica responded meekly. "I'm so sorry, but you looked.... I mean fuck... it was so damned erotic, Izzy."

Paul had turned Angelica away from him and released her from the cuffs. He then turned her back around and pulled her to him, placing his mouth on her neck, and nibbling it as his fingers sought out her wet pussy. She groaned immediately, as with a wet slapping sound, he parted her labia. Both of her hands were now free to grasp the pole, pressing into her belly, and she did so immediately, running her right hand up and down Paul's wet length, whilst cupping his balls with the other hand. She began to groan louder as she watched Paul pick up the strap-on dildo that came with her outfit. It was double-ended and had securing points which connected to the harness about her waist. "And just what are you going to do with that?" She whispered, a smile shaping her lips.

"This." Paul placed one end of the latex phallus between her succulently wet lips, and with her eyes fixed firmly on what he was doing, he slowly penetrated her with it. She mildly protested, and then her whole body went stiff as she watched Paul slowly push more and more of the toy inside her. Her enjoyment building. She suddenly grabbed hold of him by his arm, to steady herself, refusing to let go of his throbbing cock with her right hand. "OOOHHHFUCK! OOOHHHH Paul, that feels good. OOHHHHYES... YES!"

"Are.... are you..." Izzy couldn't bring herself to say what she thought was going on. It seemed obvious he was fucking Angelica, by the noises she was making and the sexual sounds assaulting her ears. But what shocked and annoyed her even more, was that the thought of two people fucking right beside her was actually turning her on. Albeit that it was tinged by her jealousy.

"But, the... the.. FUCK PAUL! I'm coming... I'm coming!"

"Izzy could hear Angelica struggling to capture her breath. She could hear the wet sucking sounds as her lover, rammed his cock into the succulent pussy of the shop assistant. Dragging it out slowly and prolonging her pleasure and her torment. She could tell that Angelica would not last and was suddenly surprised to find herself very near orgasm too.

"You want to come, don't you Angelica," Paul asked her, rather unnecessarily.

"UUuuuummmm, yes... of course."

"Wha... what are you doing to her Paul?" Izzy spoke up, panting a little and giving away her feelings on the matter.

Paul stopped fucking Angelica with the dildo and turned her so that she faced Izzy's opened thighs. "You feel like you are missing out on the action, do you Izzy?"

"Paul, you beast, you know what I... what I mean..."

Angelica was not expecting her pleasure to stop and began to protest. But then felt Paul's cock sliding between her bum cheeks. "Christ he's fucking hard Paul!" She had never been assaulted from both sides before, her senses going into overload. She put her hands onto Izzy's thighs to steady herself but found the sensation of the silk stockings beneath her fingertips spurned her on all the more.

"OOhhhh fuck," she murmured looking down at Paul's hand as he pumped her cunt with the toy, but at the same time, pushed on her buttocks with his pelvis, drawing her closer and closer to Izzy's wide open vagina. It was obvious to Angelica, what Paul's intention was. With the double-ended dildo millimetres from the dribbling pussy before her, Angelica pushed back against Paul. The hardness of his weapon made her cry out. She was on the very edge of coming and had been for a few minutes; it was almost breaking her. "OOohhh my God," she cried. "That is..... is... he.... Her legs began to spasm wildly and her body began to tremble. "But I don't want to... are you going to make me....? And then you are going to watch... to film me?"

"Yes," Paul said simply.

"But I..." Angelica had never received such pleasures from a rubber cock before. They had always left her wanting. Perhaps the key here, was having Paul fucking her with it, she didn't know, but as she watched the opposite head of the phallus within her, part the puffy labia of the bound woman, the sensation was electrifying. Maybe it was because she was about to fuck a woman, maybe it was because of the fucking great cock, poking her between the buttocks, maybe it was because this was her first ever threesome, she didn't know. But at that contact, and watching the preceding few inches of phallus disappear inside Izzy, Angelica exploded in orgasm. An orgasm so intense, she squirted for the first time, flooding the insides of Izzy's thighs and splashing her pussy, with the body-hot fluid.

Izzy cried out at being entered. She had no idea that it was by Angelica until she felt the deluge of the woman's orgasm about her groin. The rictus upon her face mirrored Angelica's as she accepted the woman's grasping about her thighs and experienced the sensations of being entered by more and more of the double-ended cock, until her clitoris met Angelica's. Izzy whimpered. She was being fucked by a woman in the presence of her lover, and at that moment, nothing felt more right. She believed the pleasurable sensations she was feeling could not be improved upon, until Paul switched on the vibrators in both heads of the toy, instantaneously making her eyes roll.

Angelica had not come down from her orgasm. She found herself in a frenzy of animal fucking, that in her head, she was blaming Paul for, because of the state of arousal he had got her into. She wanted him to be responsible for the thrusting of her hips, for the grasping of Izzy's thighs in her arms to gain more purchase, for the savage way she was slavering upon Izzy's breasts, biting her nipples. But the truth was, Paul had moved away and was filming her taking his wife. And she knew that the camera would show the truth, that she was adoring every minute of it. When the vibrations started, she could not stop herself from squirting again. Only this time, when she covered the groin of the woman she was fucking, that woman exploded in orgasm too. Both women screamed their lust to the room, each of them, taking what they needed from the other.

As Paul circled the rutting women, filming in detail, their faces, their sweat-covered bodies, their copulating genitals, he slipped off Izzy's blindfold, so that she could watch herself being penetrated by another woman. He wanted her to see as well as feel her first lesbian experience of being fucked. And was rewarded by her wide-eyed expression, her flushed face and her groaning as Angelica continued to fuck her. For there were no issues of a softening cock spoiling their fun. This rubber phallus could go on for as long as both women needed it.

"OOOhhhhh fuck!" Izzy cried out. "You bastard Paul. How is it you know what I want, better than I do myself...?"

Paul had finished placing his cameras strategically to capture Izzy succumbing to her first lesbian experience. He walked behind Angelica and recorded her tight arse, as she pumped backwards and forwards, penetrating his lover violently and with enthusiasm. It was time he gave her some of her own medicine. He picked up some lubricant and applied it to his cock. Then waited for a lull in the women's lovemaking which followed the cessation of their last joint orgasm. With Angelica lying across Izzy, he positioned himself behind her.

Angelica stood with her legs slightly apart. She continued to suckle on Izzy's nipples, causing a reciprocal mewing sound from Izzy. Paul had a clear and uninterrupted view of his target. He then responded to Izzy's question. "How do I know what you want? Just as Angelica here, knew how to suck and lick upon your pussy, like she had done it for many years when in truth it was her first time. How? By instinct, Izzy, that is how."

Paul nudged his cock against Angelica's fully exposed and vulnerable anus, making her jump at the contact. She immediately stopped her sucking and biting and raised her head, to find herself looking deeply into the blue eyes of the woman she had just fucked and sprayed upon and whose firm nipple was still in her mouth. Izzy smiled at her. "Hello Angelica, it seems you enjoyed licking my pussy and giving me a good fucking? For your first lesbian experience, I must say you were bloody good. But then it was my first experience of a woman doing that to me too. I'm not sure it will be my last either, knowing Paul, and me, for that matter, as long as he is in control. God I love having my nipples sucked upon."

She looked at Paul, guessing what he was about to do. "A rubber cock, is a good substitute Angelica, but it can never replace the real thing penetrating your body."

Angelica's mind was a fog of lust, she could think of nothing but what she had just done. She would never have thought, on crossing the threshold to Paul's house, that he would be able to cajole her into lesbian sex, or more accurately, a threesome. Now she didn't want it to end. But could she give her virginal anus to Paul? That was a different matter, for she had never really considered it, until now.

"Paul," she said quietly. "I... I'm not sure... I have never done... he is so big that... oooohhhhhGod!"

Paul increased the pressure. His well-lubricated cock began to overcome the tight muscles of Angelica's anus and slide within. First a centimetre, then another. Each time, he waited for her to relax, before he pushed again.

"HE'STOOBIG!" Angelica blurted out. "TOOBIG... ohhhhstop. STOP! Noooo..."

Paul gripped her hips and began to rock her backwards and forward so that she was once more fucking Izzy with the rubber dildo. At the same time, the sensation of penetrating the other woman started the tingling in her own vagina once more. The vibrator was still on, and the ripples of pleasure it was causing added to the bombardment of sensations that Angelica was experiencing. Sensations, that seemed to make her do things she would not have thought possible before. She suddenly felt herself push back onto Paul's cock. She had an irrational and desperate desire to have it inside of her at the same time as the rubber cock. Her previous boyfriend had wanted her to have sex with him and his friend, she had refused point blank at the time, but. she was beginning to realise, she may well have missed out on a good deal of pleasure as a result.

She squealed suddenly as she felt the head of the enormous erection, slip fully into her. Her anal sphincter grasped onto Paul's glans like a tight band of rubber. It was a sensation that topped everything that had been done sexually to her in her whole life, feelings and emotions broke across her psyche in uncontrollable waves that had her body shaking like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox. She had lost all control. Her pussy was dribbling copiously, and it matched the drool dripping from her mouth onto Izzy's flushed chest. Her eyes had almost completely rolled back into her head, as a new orgasm ripped apart any sensibilities, decorum or humanity she thought she had. She was now just an animal. An animal that needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.

It took a while for Angelica to realise that the screams and cries, moans and groans of animal lust, were actually coming from her. It took her a while longer to realise, that it was she, that was driving her hips forward once more, at the prone woman, plunging the dildo into her vagina, whilst at the same time, taking great pleasure from the toy, deep within herself. And as she withdrew from each plunge forward, she impaled herself more on the enormous cock in her anus. Each copulatory thrust forcing the cock deeper within her. Her orgasms did not seem to stop, her body continuing to jerk and spasm as she mumbled incoherently onto the breasts on which she was feasting. She was physically drained but wanted both Izzy and Paul to come, as a result of her endeavours.

Izzy had neither seen nor experienced anything like this in her life. She had been licked and fucked by a complete stranger, a stranger who was a woman. She watched her lover, fuck that stranger in the arse. All the while he was filming from many angles her utter pleasure and gratification. As the fucking of her pussy slowed, she could see that Angelica was done in. But she wanted to see one final thing. "Come Paul. By one route or another, we are both fully fucked. But I want to see you defiling us both, with your... OHHHHHH you naughty man!" As she spoke, she saw Paul's hurried movements, as he withdrew from Angelica's arse and put his cock between her rounded, taut cheeks, immediately ejaculating.

Izzy saw the first large rope of her lover's semen, shoot up over Angelica's back, and felt the full force of it splashing about her face, neck and breasts, dropping down into Angelica's hair. This was followed immediately by another shot, which skipped across Angelica's back between her shoulder blades, hitting the base of her neck.

"Oh my love," Izzy screamed. "Don't waste any more, fill her with it." She surprised herself by saying that, making herself both pleased and jealous at the same time. Paul was already moving, and with Angelica's anus still gaping wide, he slipped his head back inside her and pumped on his cock, draining the dregs from his balls to fill her rectum.

"Fuck," Paul looked at Izzy, "that was a fucking good session. And one that I will enjoy preparing the video for. I think Philip is going to love it too." But Izzy did not hear, for she too, was fast asleep. Paul extricated himself and went to run his double bath.

He returned when it was full, and scooping up Angelica in his arms, slowly extricated her and the dildo, from Izzy's vagina. There was a slight groan from Izzy, but Angelica seemed to have completely crashed out. Laying her out on his bed, he removed the dildo and the remains of her erotic outfit. Despite that being difficult, as the rubberwear was extremely tight about her legs, Angelica remained asleep. Paul then took her to the bath and slid her into the warm water. He returned to Izzy, removing her from the frame, and went through the same process.

With the women facing each other, he slowly bathed them.

There was something that he found extremely sensual, in washing a woman with his hands. Running them softly across the curves and hillocks. The valleys, the caverns. He was not surprised that when both women had been cleaned, he was fully hard once more.

But by the time he had removed Angelica from the water and dried her, he was better under control of his extremity. He returned for Izzy. As he picked her up from the water, she murmured softly to him. "UUummm, that was extremely sexy. I love you bathing me. And don't think I didn't feel your naughty fingers, taking advantage. My only complaint was, it was not long enough."

"I thought you were asleep. Otherwise, I would have given you more attention. Having said that, after what you have just gone through, I am surprised you want more."

"Says the man with a hard-on. Paul, that was wonderful. My first threesome. My first lesbian experience. I don't know how you convinced poor Angelica into it, but I'm so glad you did. It has though, left me wanting, even so." She reached for his cock, which had already begun to expand back to full, rude health. "Nothing, in my opinion, beats a real cock parting my pussy lips. And that real cock, must be yours. Take me to bed."

"Yes ma'am."

Paul helped Izzy from the bath and dried her. He then walked her to the bed and watched her lay down beside the still-sleeping form of Angelica. "Come, fuck me, Paul, I need it, I yearn for it."

"I will, but first I need a shower. Then I shall come back and take you."

"Be quick, I'm feeling really horny."

"What! After..."

"Be quick!"

Paul turned and left for the shower.

Izzy rolled onto her side and looked at the recumbent woman. She was slim and young. A little older than Paul maybe, but not by much. Her breasts were almost pure white, and had a faint bikini mark about them, creating a tan line. The nipples were partially erect, possibly due to the slightly colder air, affecting them, after the heat of the bath.

Angelica's stomach was flat and hard, her hipbones, pronounced. As Izzy's eyes travelled languidly across the rising hillock of the young woman's pubic bone, she felt a tingling begin in her vagina and a sense of impish wickedness crossed her mind. There was one thing she had not accomplished in the threesome session she had just been submitted to.

Jumping from the bed, she wandered back into the room where that sex session had taken place. The air was raw with pheromonal scents that made her nipples stand on end. She picked up three of the cameras on tripods and brought them back to the bedroom, positioning them about the bed and checking that they were still recording. She then slid back onto the bed, on her stomach, lying at an angle to Angelica's small breasts.

She realised that almost immediately, her breathing was a little less stable. Her mouth was about ten centimetres from Angelica's right nipple. Izzy blew lightly upon it. Smiling to herself as she saw it begin to rise and stiffen. Before it was fully hard, she leaned forward and, sticking out her tongue, licked about the little erectile bud, feeling it getting firmer still. She drew back, contemplating why she wanted to do that, and realised that her previous talk with Paul about her participating in some woman-on-woman sexual activity had intrigued her, perhaps more than she thought at the time. She didn't know why, but she wanted to know how far this intrigue would take her. Yes, she had already been fucked by this woman, but in her head, she knew she could write that off as being coerced. This, she was doing completely of her own volition. This, she was doing, because she wanted to. And it seemed easier that Angelica was asleep because that meant that she could not be rebuked and had a degree of plausible deniability should she feel that necessary.

She leaned forward again, this time taking the fully erect and larger nipple between her lips, to suck upon it. She reached across with her right hand and gently caressed Angelica's left nipple. Pinching it and then circling her small breast with her gentle touch. Her left hand had slipped unnoticed by her, beneath her hips, and worked inexorably towards her smooth pubic area, and beyond to her hot, still engorged lips.

Angelica moaned, making Izzy look up from her teasing. She remained asleep, or so it seemed. And that made Izzy a little braver in her virginal investigation of this young woman's tight, slim body. Her fingertips had departed from Angelica's left breast and worked their way slowly down over each raised ridge of her ribs, running obliquely along the valley in between, before progressing downward once more. She took the long route down Angelica's side, then cut across to her belly button, putting her directly in line with her intended target. Her breathing, she noted, was becoming more ragged. And she thought she noted an increase in the rapidity of the sleeping woman's breathing, too. Plus, she wasn't sure, but it looked like there was a slight flushing to Angelica's upper chest and neck.

The prone woman groaned again, as Izzy's gentle fingertips continued their elicit journey, and began to rise up the bald hillock of Angelica's pubis, which stood out prominently on the thin woman's body. Angelica groaned once more, it was louder and perhaps more urgent. She began to move, making Izzy halt in her investigation, unsure whether she had woken the young woman up. Angelica's left leg raised at the knee, falling to the left, effectively opening her legs. In the move, she had adjusted the position of her pelvis, giving Izzy a rather enthralling and stimulating decision.

It was an easy one to make. Izzy slipped to the floor, the loud slurping sexual sound of her fingers as they played within her vagina, made her look down at herself in wonder, that she was once more masturbating whilst looking at a woman's cunt, only this one was not on the television, this one was right before her, this one was ripe for her to molest should she so wish, and she realised, she really did wish.

She withdrew her fingers and sucked loudly upon them. She was aware that her level of arousal was rising, and that the placed cameras would easily be capturing it. She looked at them all, making sure that what she was about to do, was going being filmed. Satisfied, Izzy knelt up, looking directly at the tight, neat, fully exposed vagina before her. It looked beautifully symmetrical; child-like, innocent and above all, virginal. Izzy knew that she could easily be fooled into believing, that no man's cock, no dildo or woman's fingers had ever penetrated past those small labia lips and into the cunt beyond. But she knew from experience that was not the case.

Putting her elbows on the bed, between Angelica's legs, she raised herself up, and gently placed her hands on the open thighs before her, grasping the firm flesh there, lightly. Leaning in, she could smell the scent of the woman, which was both different and similar to her own. But above all, it was intoxicating, making her lean in closer still. From that point on, Izzy was committed.

Paul had walked into the bedroom naked, apart from a towel about his head, which he vigorously dried his hair with. It took him a few seconds to see that Izzy was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, between Angelica's wide-open legs. He had no idea how long Izzy had been there, but could see that between her parted legs, her hand had snaked and loud in his ears was the sound of her wet fingers, as they slipped in and out of her vagina. He was mesmerised by Izzy's tight behind as it swayed slightly from left to right.

A groan escaped Angelica's parted lips, making Izzy look up. Paul realised that Izzy was taking advantage of the young girl as she slept. For some reason, this turned him on all the more. His cock immediately began to rise, as he watched Izzy, lower her head once more to Angelica's pubis, secure in the knowledge that the young woman was still asleep.

He moved quietly to one side, so that he could witness his lover as she undertook cunnilingus for the very first time, and found himself smiling, as he noted she had positioned some of his cameras to capture what she was doing. He had trained her well, it would seem. He stood there quietly, amazed by Izzy's premeditated actions, wanting to film herself molesting the sleeping shop assistant, at least he hoped that was what she was about to do. He was not surprised that his cock was sticking straight up, like a telegraph pole, and almost as large. He loved watching lesbian sex between two beautiful women.

Izzy checked on Angelica once more. She still appeared to be sleeping. So she pushed on with her intended plan, pleased in many ways that no one was watching her in her virginal, woman-on-woman investigation.

She slid her hands a little higher, and when they rested at the very tops of the thighs, she used her thumbs to gently prise apart Angelica's labia. The young girl murmured but remained still, as her tight young vagina, was exposed and studied by the older woman. Izzy had never seen a vagina this close before. She supposed that not many straight women would have. The completely shaved genitals looked so very neat and glistened with wetness. The labia lips were like the petals of a rose about to open. The clitoris, a little rosebud. A rosebud that had some dew upon it. Dew, which Izzy had an urge to taste. She leaned in closer, magnifying the effect of her rear on Paul, who had taken himself in hand.

Putting out her tongue, she flicked it across the nub of flesh quickly at first, followed by slower licks, with more pressure added. Angelica groaned loudly. It seemed that what Izzy was doing was getting to her. This pleased Izzy because she had to admit, it was getting to her, too. Angelica tasted very similar to herself, and supping on her own vaginal juices, was becoming one of her favourite pastimes.

Running her tongue around the clitoris again, Izzy could tell that the little bud of sexual nerve-endings was erecting under her ministrations. As her tongue then delved down the crease to Angelica's vagina, she noted that it slipped easily about the entrance. Angelica it would seem, was no longer sleeping, if she had been at all, for her vagina was honeyed with her wetness. Izzy pursed her lips about the vaginal opening, tasting the young woman, tentatively, before stabbing her tongue forwards and into Angelica's opened hole.

"FUCK!" Angelica cried out, surprised by the assault and confirming Izzy's assumption that she was awake after all. "Fuck that is good Izzy, deeper, go deeper, ohh Jesus, what am I saying...?"

Angelica had raised herself onto her elbows, enabling her to see what was being done to her pussy by the older woman. Her legs shook each time Izzy's tongue lashed across her clitoris. "Fuuuuuck!" She whimpered, making Izzy look up into her eyes as she felt her vagina being probed with increased intensity from Izzy's tongue. "OOOOOHHHH FUCK!" The young woman cried out again, quickly on the verge of orgasm, despite the marathon sex session she had just endured. Her head fell back, as she closed her eyes in the bliss of her first cunt licking administered by a woman.

"Are you... aaahhh... sure you haven't... oh Jesus... done this.... fuck I'm coming... before Izzy, because you are fucking... ooooohhhh Christ yes.... yes... amazing at it....! FUCK, FUCK... coming.... coming soooo hard. Yes more... deeper... deeper!" Angelica fell back onto the bed, writhing as Izzy continued eating her out. Her legs had settled onto Izzy's shoulders, surrendering her pussy fully to the lesbian act. Her body in spasm as she came loudly, her hands pushing on Izzy's head to increase the pressure on her vagina and clitoris. "FUCK! FUCK! That is... oh God... no... you are going to make me... again! Christ, it does not help with your husband wanking that fucking huge cock as he watches what you are doing to me. Jesus, Paul, he looks massive from here, how did you get that in my arse?"

Izzy pulled back from her delving and looked over her shoulder at Paul, her chin coated in Angelica's sex fluid. "I was wondering where you had got to, mister, how long have you been there?"

"Long enough to watch you taking advantage of this poor young woman here."

"And you are playing with yourself because of what I am doing?"

"You betcha! And because your fine pussy is bobbing back and forth. Do you know you are drooling a little? I suspect not." He stood behind her. "I think I need to plug the hole, to stop it leaking, whilst you carry on and make this eager woman come again. She is obviously enjoying what you are doing to her."

Izzy turned back to the young woman, licking her clitoris once more. Within seconds, Angelica was writhing as she came. Never before had she been brought so easily to orgasm, and this, by the hands and mouth of a woman. Even at her own hand it took a while, but Izzy seemed to have full command of her cunt and she was loving it. She felt the force of Paul's thrust forward as he entered his wife, and continued to feel each thrust as Izzy was rocked forwards and backwards. Angelica was longing for a feel of that massive weapon too, she was certainly lubricated enough to take it.

"OHHHMYGODDDDD! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ooooooohhhhhHHHHHH PAUL!" Izzy suddenly screamed in orgasmic bliss. "God that feels divinely good. He is so hard, so large, so full, I'm hoping. As for you, you taste divine my pretty little thing. Did you like me licking your pussy?"

"And sucking on my nipples." The young woman admitted. "Would you... would you like me to, lick you as you lick me?"

"I would, yes, but first...." She extricated herself from Paul, and climbed back on the bed to lay beside Angelica, facing her, she kissed her on the mouth, her tongue playfully teasing Angelica's. She then turned to Paul. "Do you have enough left in those balls to fill us both?"

"Yes," said Paul. Grabbing first, Izzy by the ankles and dragging her so that her bum was at the edge of the bed. Then doing likewise with Angelica. "Now, who is first?"

"MEEE!" Both women cried out in unison.

"Umm, I'm guessing the choice is mine then." He took hold of Angelica's ankles once more and raised her legs to put them over his shoulders. "Ready?" He whispered.

Angelica suddenly looked worried, she wasn't sure she could take him, yet she knew that she desperately wanted to please him, and that being fucked by him, would likely be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for her too. "I have been fantasising about this moment for quite a while, now... uummm." She whispered into his ear as he leaned over her. Then groaned loudly as Paul edged gently forwards, and his large, throbbing glans slipped between her puffy, wet vaginal lips. "Go slow, he's bigger than I have ever seen, let alone had inside me. Besides, I want to savour every moment. Fill me with your cock, and your sperm."

Paul watched Izzy roll onto her side, and slip her lips over Angelica's right nipple, her eyes were fixed firmly onto his cock as he pushed his hips forward and penetrated Angelica's pussy. She released her suction on the nipple and murmured to Paul, "This is the first time I have seen my baby slip into another woman. I trust Angelica, that it feels as good as it looks?"

"Are you kidding me! OHHHHHFUCK!" Angelica cried out. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PAUL! Only you, Izzy," she panted, "could understand the ecstasy that I am in right now. God, it feels like you are going to split me apart, Paul."

Izzy placed her lips back around Angelica's nipple and sucked hard upon it. Her right hand had snaked down the young woman's body, and her forefinger had settled onto Angelica's clitoris, where Izzy rubbed the nub of sexual nerve endings in a circular motion.

Angelica immediately exploded in orgasm. "Shit, oh shit yes, yes, YES. Fuck me Paul, ram that fucking big cock into me. Fuck I'm in heaven. God, I can feel myself... coming again... ohhh sweet Jesus this is bliss!" Angelica slipped her legs about Paul's waist and accepted as much of his length as she could take. Her clitoris was buzzing with nerve impulses, beneath Izzy's finger, that, coupled with Paul's penetration of her cunt, had her brain in overload. She had grasped her left breast, and was pinching her nipple mercilessly, her right hand was on Paul's shoulder, her hips rising to meet each long, slow thrust of his cock, as her lubrication made their genitals squelch. "FUCK," she screamed, "FUCK, FUCK.... OOOOhhhhhhmyGOD! Can't stop.... can't stop... coming."

"I know my darling," Izzy responded, reaching up to kiss Angelica on the mouth. "It is indeed heaven, as you say. But wait until he fills your pussy with his come. That is truly an out-of-body experience."

"Talking of which," Paul grunted.

"YES, YES oohhhh yes!" Angelica cried out as she felt Paul shudder, his cock grew harder still, then she felt the scalding hot come splash into her cervix. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCKOHMYGOD. OH JESUS, YES, YES... FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME... OH I CAN'T... I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING. SO MUCH, SO MUCH COME.... IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN... OOOOHHHHHGOD.... COMING... COMING!. Angelica's body thrashed and spasmed in orgasm. Izzy was relentless in her attentions to Angelica's clitoris, but it was the pounding that her cunt was taking from the thick ejaculating phallus that caused her to pass out.

When she came to, it was to the delightful sensation of having her pussy licked and gently sucked upon. There was a steady rhythm of pressure increasing and decreasing upon it, and a tongue slipping in and out of her folds. The sensations were exquisite.. She opened her eyes and settled herself on her elbows. Between her wide open legs, Izzy was feasting on her full vagina. Taking her time to extract as much of Paul's spent come as she could, whilst pleasuring the young woman at the same time. Behind Izzy, Paul was kneeling. His cock buried in as far as it would go. His steady shafting was the cause of the unusual pressure on Angelica's cunt as Izzy was rocked backwards and forwards.

"Holy fuck, you guys are animals! How can you still be at it? I am totally fucked!" She looked directly at Izzy, smiling, unable to stop the groan of pleasure escaping her lips. "OOOOoohhhh God, it's happening again."

"What is darling?" Izzy asked, missing Angelica's point.

"I'm coming, silly, God it is so hot watching you being fucked by Paul and his monster cock."

"Now you know... oooohhhGod Paul! Now you... know how I feel... every... Jesus this is heaven. How I feel every time.... my man fucks me... God I'm coming, fuck me Paul, fuck me harder, yes, yes.... spank me, make my rump raw... do it!"

Izzy rose from between Angelica's legs, Paul's come and her juices coating her lips and chin. "If you want to play with the players, Angelica, you need to have stamina." She smiled at the young woman.

"What, do you mean I can come back and we can do this again?"

"Ummm, I'm not sure I will let you have Paul's... that is my cock, again. But I might be persuaded.... Besides... uuummmmyes my love," she looked over her shoulder at Paul, "Paul might have some say in the use of his cock, just not much say. " She smiled, then her face contorted. OOOOOHHH... ohhh that is good, so... fucking... gooood! OaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaI'm coming... coming again, yes spank me my love... long and slow please, long.... oooohhhhh... and... and... oh fuck... fuck... yes, yes... do it come for me... OOOOHHHHHHPAUL!!!"

Paul made sure that Izzy had completed her orgasm before he withdrew, his cock and stood. He put a leg on either side of Izzy's waist and clamped his legs about her, holding her in the kneeling position. He then took his rampant, glistening cock in his hand, and began to pump up and down the long length of his shaft. Izzy's lubrication helping the process.

Angelica stared at the proceedings in awe, as if it were the very first time she had seen a man wanking. Meanwhile, Izzy was still hungry and was once more lapping on Angelica's clitoris. Both of these actions got to her immediately. Within ten strokes, Paul was ready, and grunting began to loose off his semen. Angelica watched as a powerful gout of hot, pearly white semen, shot over Izzy's head, splashing onto her stomach and onto her tits. "Ohh God," she croaked, "Paul, where does this all come from?" She was aware that watching a man ejaculating was one of her biggest turn-ons. Particularly when that man's cock was aimed at her. She was also crumbling under the attentions of Izzy's mouth and tongue. "I don't believe it," she said, as a large gout hit her on the chin and neck. "You two are going to make me.... ooooohhh... OOOHHHHH, you're going to make me come again...!" Her body thrashed in orgasm, as Paul ejaculated onto her bouncing breasts one last time, before directing his cock towards Izzy's back, and shooting three more times between her shoulder blades.

"Done." Is all that he said, moving to lie on the bed beside Angelica, who was mopping up his spent come and feeding it into her mouth. Izzy joined him moments later, slipping in beside him, sandwiching him between herself and Angelica. "Time to sleep I think, baby."

The raw smell of sex was heavy in the air. The naked bodies of the three lovers, were covered in sweat and other bodily secretions, but they didn't care, they just wanted sleep. Angelica rolled onto her side and pulled Paul's arm under her head and around her body. She settled her head on his shoulder and in the warmth, comfort and security of this large man's body, she quickly fell asleep.

Izzy followed her actions almost completely. Raising her head to kiss Paul on the cheek. "Thank you, lover, that was quite the experience. I would never have done something like that of my own accord, I'm so grateful you arranged it. Did I ever tell you that I love you?? Because I do, desperately. It is moments like this that just remind me what marriage and partnership are all about. Sharing and enjoying each other." She, too, then snuggled hard against him. Her arm over his chest, her thigh across his. In seconds, she too was asleep.

Paul smiled. An arm about each woman, their sexy, soft, rounded bodies pressed hard against his. He knew how lucky he was. But he also knew how transient that luck and happiness could be. So, he accepted the joys and pleasures of the moment, taking each day as it came, making sure that he could be the best person possible.

Paul woke the following morning, to the most delicious feeling of not one set of lips, but two, about his cock, fellating him. Two tongues played about his glans, inducing such sweet, pleasurable feelings. The girls were voracious in their attentions to his cock, that he did not want it to end.

They giggled as they sucked upon him, he heard Izzy say, "He is always like this in the morning, not matter how much use I have had from his cock the night before, I can be certain, that he is ready for me again in the morning. God it is such a turn-on."

"I can see that," said Angelica. I have never been so fucked as I was by you two yesderday, but the sight of your husband's cock, rock hard and standing straight up, just makes me want to start all over again. Christ I need to come Izzy. I need to come on Paul's cock...."

"I have a feeling my young stud is awake now, and I guarantee you, that he will not disappoint. Slide that tight pussy onto his cock, I have to have his attention too though." She positioned her legs either side of his head and was rewarded immediately with his probing tongue. As usual, he hit the right spot immediately. "OOohhhh fuck Paul, you know how to get this woman on the edge of climax so fast." Her chest flushed, followed quickly by her neck and face. She was seconds away from orgasm as she watched Angelica straddle her lover, position his saliva coated cock at her vaginal entrance, and lowered herself onto the granite hard phallus beneath her.

Angelica's eyes rolled back and she bit upon her lip as she forced herself to take more and more of the huge cock that was doing things to her insides, things that until recently, she had never felt before. Izzy leaned forwards and kissed her, her hands inititally playing with Angelica's tits and her acorn hard nipples. "Play with your clit, Angelica. Paul loves to watch women masturbate. Though he can't see much with me sitting on his face, he will hear the wet squelches of you touching yourself."

Angelica did as she was told, immediately coming, not once but twice. Words spilling from her mouth that made little sense. "Coming... fuck... big... throbbing... kiss me... again... coming again... OHMYGOD!"

.

Izzy dipped her fingers about Angelica's pussy too, and showed the young woman that she loved the taste of her, by licking her fingers, then grasping Angelica's wrist, she drew her hand up to her mouth and sucked on the young woman's juice-covered fingers too. "You taste lovely, my dear, and very soon, I think you will be filled with an even more tasty concoction." Her breath was urgent, panting and could be heard rasping in her throat. Paul's tongue fucking, was bringing her off again. "Oooh, Paul, Paul, that is divine, I'm coming my love... coming. OH!" She felt Paul's tongue suddenly stab her anus, and immediatley exploded into a noisy orgasm that seemed to last a full minute.

Angelica, at the same time, felt lashings of hot sperm burst forth, coating her insides. Her voice was already hoarse, but she screamed her pleasure loudly as her cervix was assaulted again and again. Paul's come began to leak from her cunt, and collect about the base of his plunging cock. And Angelica watched as Izzy collected it on her fingers, feasting on every last drop. Her hips frantically driving her genitals onto Paul's lips and tongue.

It had been a sex session that would not be forgotten quickly by all three participants. Paul took the girls individually to the shower and washed them thoroughly. He could tell that Angelica's body reacted to his attentions, but for not he kept things platonic. Izzy had go go back home, so their shower for once, was a quick one. But she promised Paul she would be back soon. The three parted company shortly afterward, allowing Paul to start editing some of the footage he obtained the night before. Something he was really looking forward to.

At 10:30, Paul was interrupted by the front doorbell. And realised that he had lost track of time. At his door stood a vision of beauty. Golden flowing hair in long waves fell about Izzy's shoulders and chest, extending down to her waist. The smallest hint of eye shadow and bold red lipstick was all the makeup she wore. She needed nothing else. For once, she was bare-legged beneath the flowing summer dress, but her legs were enticing, nonetheless. In the few months that he had known her, sexually, Izzy had let her hair grow, and Paul loved how it now looked. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning! Perhaps you need to be thoroughly fucked every night if this is the end result."

Izzy smiled at her lover, bobbing in a slight curtsy. "Haven't I been telling you the same thing all along? You look rather scrummy too, just in your shorts." She slipped her hand into the loose waistband and grabbed hold of Paul's sleeping cock. "Hello baby, are you all worn out from fucking two women? OH! Well... I guess not. OOohhhh God Paul." Izzy pulled out her hand and, gripping the waistband of his shorts, tugged them down, sinking to her knees at the same time. "I need him, Paul, I... I need to reaffirm that he is still mine.... I.... I got so jealous of you fucking Angelica. I tried not to show it... but I was."

Paul felt her hot lips suck upon his expanding cock head, taking it into the warmth of her mouth. Within a few seconds, he was rock hard. If there was one thing he was a sucker for, it was a blow-job from a beautiful woman. "Jesus, Izzy, that is fucking hot. You do realise you are giving me a blow-job in my doorway, with the door open? Anyone can walk past and see what you are doing, including your husband. If he goes out in his car, he will get a shock."

"Uuuummm... nnnummmm" She mumbled, as she sucked and licked his cock, bobbing her head backwards and forwards as she took more and more of him into her throat. "Don't care..."

Paul couldn't help gripping Izzy's head, and began to fuck her mouth, despite yesterday's marathon of sex, he urgently needed to come and was surprised at how quickly Izzy's oral attentions were getting him there. He grunted and was about to warn her that he was close. But it seemed she was more than aware, for she forced more of him into her mouth and throat and wanked furiously on the remaining part of his shaft until he exploded in ejaculation. "Fuck! Fuck! Jesus girl, you really know how to suck my cock don't you. Do that to your husband, and I guarantee he will get rock hard."

Izzy pulled from him, licking her lips and collecting some semen that had spilt onto her chin, popping her fingers into her mouth. She looked up saying, "Sucking your cock Paul. Yours and only yours. I am not interested in sucking anyone else's cock, least of all my husband's. Now, I'm disappointed you have said nothing about my dress. It is new."

"Well, you didn't give me any time to appraise you."

"Rubbish, your practised eye can do that in a split second!"

Paul laughed, "You're right. I did notice, and indeed, the dress is lovely, but it would be nothing, I repeat nothing, without you inside it. Now, are you ready for the big day?"

Izzy collected a dribble of sperm on her tongue, that was leaking from Paul's semi-hard cock, then stood up. "Ready as I'll ever be." She undid the five buttons down the front of the dress. "What do you think?"

When she opened the dress, Paul was surprised to find her completely naked beneath. It started his motor running instantly.

Izzy giggled gaily, "You should see your face... and ohhh my sweet baby. Well, he appreciates me, at least. Oh, Paul, I want him inside me, now! God, don't you ever go down? You are such a bad influence on me. I just can't think of anything else but you and your fabulous cock."

"That is as it should be. And I would say, that as you will be sore after the piercing, that fucking now, would be a good idea, but we have no time and besides, we don't want Sandy to see your pussy leaking my come, whilst she is piercing your clit, do we?. I need to grab a shirt, and we need to go."

Izzy smiled, "Don't we? Maybe she would like to taste you whilst sucking on me? Had you thought of that?" She laughed gaily as Paul's cock replied before he hid by pulsing and bouncing furiously. "He certainly likes the idea, don't you, my baby?" She looked directly into Paul's eyes. "And what may I ask, are you going to do about him? He is not going back into your shorts any time soon." She compulsively started to stroke the erect phallus before her, groaning as she did so.

"Well, he certainly won't if you keep doing that. Now, do up your dress, and I'll get a shirt."

"Do up my dress? You mean you don't want me to go like this? What, have you grown bored of looking at me naked? You don't fancy me any....."

Paul grasped her roughly and passionately. His rock-hard cock pulsed rapidly upon her stomach, trapped between them both. His lips bruised hers as his kiss stole her breath away. He brushed her dress away from her behind, exposing her naked bottom to the world, and spanked it so hard that it made her legs fold beneath her. Had he not been holding her so tightly, she would have collapsed. When she found her footing, he spanked her again. "Don't even think what you were about to say. Yes, of course I want you to go like that. But it is broad daylight. I think people might notice. And as an aside. Seeing you in all of your naked glory. It has made me want to do a naked shoot with you. No lingerie, no clothes, just you, posing for me. Maybe we will do that when your piercings have healed, and you can wear the jewellery. What do you think?"

Izzy had a few tears in her eyes. Induced by the spanking and the passion of this man. "I would love it, Paul. I love that you want me so."

"You have no idea. In fact, you have me so worked up, that I will be fucking you after your piercings, whether you are sore or not. I'm sorry, but you only have yourself to blame."

On the journey to Serendipity, the tattoo and piercing salon. Izzy said very little. She had got into Paul's car with her dress undone. But had secured the middle three buttons before doing up her seatbelt. She looked pensive, and Paul therefore slipped his hand across her knee and ran it upwards, to rest high on her thigh, rucking up her dress as he did so, exposing her naked leg. "Are you nervous? I'll be right there. Look, if you don't want to do this, we can cancel, or you can have a piercing somewhere else. It matters not to me as long as you are happy."

Small tears had formed in Izzy's eyes and suddenly trickled down her face. "Paul, I know I have said this before, but I love you. I love you so much it hurts. You have been so good to me. So good for me too. But the session we had last night with Angelica was an eye-opener. I enjoyed the lesbian aspect of woman-on-woman sex. Of her licking me, and me licking her. Yes..." She suddenly paused in contemplation, "I really enjoyed that. I enjoyed her fucking me too. The problem was, and I know this is wrong. I got so jealous when you slipped my baby into her cunt and fucked her. It turned me on watching your cock slip in and out of her wet pussy, but... but..."

"What are you trying to say, Izzy? Come, you have known me long enough now, you can say anything you want."

"I know, but what I am about to say is selfish and..."

"Just say it, Izzy."

"You asked me not to allow another man's cock inside my pussy, all the time that we are together. Well, I would like to say that in return, because I have stuck to that bargain religiously. I do not want you to put your cock into another woman. That means her mouth, her pussy, or her bum. But, I equally don't want you playing with another pussy, licking another pussy, thinking about another pussy, or anything sexual with any other woman, other than me. And before you say it, I know that is ridiculous and completely unfair of me to ask. But I just can't bear the thought of you fucking someone else."

"Izzy." Paul drew the car up outside the salon and turned off the engine. "It might surprise you to know that although you were pretty much a virgin when we first started our journey, you have grown into a rather raunchy, very sexual, up for pretty much anything, sort of woman. You are beautiful, keen to please and above all, fun to be with. I have been holding back on saying this, but I think that I love you, too. In fact, I know I do. I also know, though, that this will go nowhere because you are already married and..."

"I'm old enough to be your mother...?"

"And you're old enough to be my mother." Izzy slapped him on the leg. "And I respect that. That is what I was going to say. Look, we have been enjoying each other's bodies and minds, so let's continue doing that until it is no longer fun. For that, we must be honest with each other and say when the time comes that we are not enjoying it any more. But for now, I agree that I will not fuck another woman, without your permission. I will not play with one, either. But, and this I cannot change, I will not stop looking at beautiful women, including you, and those beautiful women may be naked. And as a typical male, I cannot stop thinking about them either, because it is part of my job. Now, let's go in and get this done. Hopefully, you are not too wet for Sandy."

"I think there is every chance I am. As I have said before, you do that to me. And thank you for saying you love me, Paul, it... it..."

He leaned across and kissed her softly but with passion. "It is not a hard thing to do, Izzy, for you are such a beautiful woman. Come... let's go, unless of course you don't want to. You can change your mind. This is completely up to you, no influence from me."

"I appreciate it is up to me. But no influence from you? If it hadn't been for you, I would not be getting this done. There is no way I would have thought about it, that's for sure."

Paul got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. Izzy looked up at him, smiling, before swinging her legs out of the car and standing. "Such a gentleman."

"Not in the least. I had an ulterior motive: the chance to see a flash of those fantastic legs of yours."

"Oh, you flatterer. Besides, you are going to be seeing them spread wide in a minute, with yet another woman doing things to my genitals. Every man's fantasy..."

As they entered the tattoo and piercing salon, a heavily tattooed woman looked up from what she was doing. "Paul! Oh, Paul, it has been ages." She jumped up and ran around the counter to give him a big hug.

"It has been five months, Sandy."

"Yes, absolutely ages. I didn't realise you were coming as well today, I thought you were just sending one of your models down for the piercings."

"Well, this model is very special, Sandy. She is also very nervous about this. So I said I would keep a watchful eye on you. Sandy, meet Izzy."

They both greeted each other, then Sandy took them both into the room where the deed was to be done. "If you could take off your dress and your bra for now, I'll do your nipples first. But before you do that, can you sign this consent form, please? It was both nipples and the clitoris, correct?"

"Yes," said Izzy, with a little squeak in her voice."

"Ok. Now you have asked for your clitoris to be pierced. Usually, it is the clitoral hood. I can't always do the clitoris if it is not large or prominent enough. We'll have a good look and assess. It will make your clitoris very sensitive, you do realise?"

"I do, yes, and it is pretty sensitive already, given the right attention." She smiled and looked over to Paul, "That is the only part that bothers me, but at the same time excites me."

"If it is any help, I have mine done, and I would not go back. Now, if you could remove your dress and bra."

"I came prepared," Izzy said, undoing the three buttons on her dress and removing it, to stand before Sandy completely naked."

"I guess you did." Sandy looked sideways at Paul, "I can see why Izzy is one of your models." She looked back at Izzy, "You have a great figure, Izzy, all tight in the right places, and rounded where it counts. Now, if you could just sit in that chair, and we'll be done in no time."

Sandy chatted freely with Paul as she went about her business. Izzy knew that it was to take her mind off of what was being done, and was happy that the two friends were catching up. Occasionally, Sandy would intersperse the conversation with, "marker pen to make sure we are in the right place and that you are happy. Sanitising wipes. Topical cream to numb them," and "sharp scratch, there will be a little blood, but nothing to worry about. Have you brought the jewellery you want inserted?"

Paul passed her the rings. "Great, these are good quality and stainless steel, which should help to minimise the risk of infection. Now just pop this through the cannula and there. One done. That wasn't too bad, was it?"

Izzy looked up at Paul, pleased with herself and the look of the ring in her nipple. In her head, this was a permanent mark. That she was owned by Paul, and one that she was determined to honour. Her second nipple was done in no time. Then Sandy said. "Ok, there is no delicate way to do this, so if you could just put your feet in the stirrups of the chair, and we will do your clitoris. Same process."

Sandy talked to Paul through the entire process, which relaxed Izzy and stopped her from thinking about yet another woman, playing with her bits, or wondering just how wet she was down there because there was no way that she wasn't.

Before she knew it, Sandy was done and was talking about aftercare, particularly for her clitoris, and about how she would feel after the numbing cream wore off. Izzy thanked her for doing a great job and standing, walked over to the full-length mirror to see the results. She was very happy with the way they looked. "How quickly can I add chains and things to them, Sandy?" She asked the heavily tattooed woman.

"Well, if they are light chains, your nipples will take them straight away. I would give your clit a month to recover before adding any weight to that, and you must be careful to avoid tear-out."

"Good," said Izzy. I saw a choker with two nipple chains out the front. Could I have those added to the rings on my nipples?"

"Sure, I'll get it."

Sandy returned with the choker. It was the same colour as Izzy's dress. The chains had a spring-loaded catch on them and clipped easily to the rings through Izzy's nipples. She put the chocker about Izzy's neck and fastened the buckle. "There, I think it looks great. You have a good set of breasts, Izzy, just made for this type of enhancement in my opinion."

"Thank you," Izzy responded to the compliment. Slipping back into her dress and doing up the four buttons once more, she made sure that the chains that ran down from her neck and across the mounds of her breasts could be clearly seen and were evidently attached to her nipples. She felt very sexy and once more erotically charged. She found she also wanted to show the world her new breast adornments. "Thanks again, Sandy," she said, heading for the door.

Paul settled up and gave Sandy a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before following Izzy out the door. "God, Paul, I... I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I have been freed. Strange, I should say that, given that I have just been put in chains." She giggled. "I find myself wanting to undo my dress and show the world what I have just had done."

"That would be lovely, Izzy, particularly for me. But the likelihood is, you will get yourself arrested."

"I know. But it would be worth it. Should I?" She put her fingers to her top button.

Paul moved in quickly and put his strong arms about her, placing his lips on hers and crushing them against her teeth. "I think we should save that treat for later. For now, I have an urgent need to eat something, and then to take you back to the studio. I want to do some fully naked shots of you. Then when that is done, I want to fuck you."

"Ohhh, Paul." Izzy's voice was breathy, and her body shook in Paul's arms. "I would like that very much."

"Good. After which, I have some videos for you to watch."

"Oh. What kind of videos?"

"Of the porn kind. And the porn star in them is so incredible, you will not be able to take your eyes off of her. And the things she does, my God...."

Izzy smiled. "Can I suggest that we watch the porn videos before we fuck. That way, we will be doubly hot for sex?"

"Of course, good idea."

They grabbed some food and headed back to Paul's house. Izzy noted that her husband's car was not there, so she guessed he had been called to work. She found herself to be a little disappointed, as she wanted him to see that she had had her nipples pierced. Though she was not going to show him all of her breasts, she might allow him to see them in a bra, and that would give him a pretty good idea.

As soon as they entered the house, Paul turned to Izzy and pushed her hard against the wall by her shoulders. He was careful not to touch the sensitive areas of her body as he kissed her passionately. Breaking away after a few minutes of prolonged kissing to say, "God, am I proud of you. Could you imagine the Izzy of a few months back, wearing a dress with no panties or bra?" Izzy shook her head in response, still recovering from the passion of Paul's kiss. "Could you have seen yourself, opening your legs wide, as another woman touched your genitals? Could you have foreseen that you would submit to having your nipples and clitoris pierced? Izzy, you really are the total package. I have not met a woman more sexy than you in all of the photo shoots that I have done over the years."

"Well, thank you, Paul, for the compliment. But my sexiness is completely down to you. If it wasn't for you, I would still be having sex with Philip, if you could call what we were doing sex."

"I'll go and run a bath for you. Then I'll set things up for a photo shoot, and we can watch the videos I have prepared. If you are still up for both?"

"You better believe it. I feel so horny, particularly after that kiss. A bath would be lovely, though, and relaxing. Especially if you come and bathe me." She giggled at him.

"Try and stop me." Paul wandered off, calling over his shoulder, "Why don't you make us a coffee? You know where everything is."

The bath had been relaxing for Izzy. Paul had been so gentle whilst washing her that she felt no pain from where she had been pierced. In fact, she had felt no discomfort at all, to this point. So when she got out of the bath, she felt more aroused than before. Through the small photo shoot that he did of her completely naked, except for the chocker and chains, her nipples were fully hard, and her pussy inflamed and succulently wet. So much so, that in some of the poses, she could not stop herself from touching her pussy, and even inserting her fingers. But she purposefully stopped herself from having any orgasms, she wanted those to come, whilst watching herself on video, being fucked by the man that stood before her, with a huge erection beneath his trousers.

"Can we watch the videos now, Paul? As you can see, I'm getting pretty worked up and need some of your personal attention."

Paul laughed, his deep voice sending shivers down her naked body. Of course, my love. Are you going to put on some clothes or sit there naked?"

"Naked, of course, as are you. Get them off!"

Izzy was not sure how she was going to feel watching herself on video. But as the first few minutes unfolded, she was amazed. Paul's camera work and editing were incredible. What she saw was a polished and professional sex film that had her on the edge of her seat. She was so aroused that she could feel herself nearing orgasm without even touching herself. She turned to Paul, who was watching her, rather than the video. He had seen it many times now in editing. "Paul! I look beautiful, I... I look like a... a real pornstar! The lighting, the steadiness of the shot, the composition, and this is just me walking in the woods... The stockings look so good, don't they? No wonder they turn you on so much."

"Yes, but not just the stockings, Izzy. Your legs in stockings, that's what does it for me, and the rest of your glorious body, of course and what you were wearing."

"OOooohhh this is where I have my... my first..."

Paul watched Izzy as she looked in turn at herself on the large-format TV. The surround-sound amplified the noises of the woods. The birds and creatures clearly heard at the beginning, of the video were increasingly being drowned out by the sound of Izzy's panting voice as she finally succumbed to her first orgasm before the man she so much wanted to fuck her. Watching the video made her recall that moment and the building anticipation she felt, for the first time, nearly naked, out in the woods, knowing he was filming her. With those sweet memories and watching herself intently on the screen, it was inevitable that her arousal rose rapidly. She wrapped her legs around each other, and with the very lightest of squeezes of her thighs, she cried out as she came; quickly, easily and completely relaxed in allowing herself to take pleasure in her body, before her lover.

"Oohh GOD Paul, I... I. I was so worked up in the woods, wasn't I? You can see it all over my face; I had no idea how visible it was that I wanted you, but it was written all over me. And you knew, didn't you?"

"Yes. I knew what you wanted. I also knew that I wanted to give it to you. I'm not sure what I would have done if you had changed your mind. I was pretty worked up myself, particularly after you had orgasmed. And it seems, watching yourself come, has the same effect on you now?"

"Yes, it does." Izzy grabbed Paul's large hand and, unwinding her legs, pushed it up hard against her pussy. "Don't play with me, I want that to happen later, I just want to feel your fingers there."

Paul's cock stood firm from his groin, as straight and as hard as a telegraph pole. "If you thought watching that was arousing, then just wait for what happens next."

Izzy was distracted by the pulsing beast beside her and grasped it at the base, within her long, slender fingers. She looked back at the screen, to see herself being tied to the stile. She knew already, that she would come again whilst watching her almost virginal cunt, being thrust into by the very beast that she now held within her grasping fingers. She also knew that she would not be able to stop herself from climbing onto it and riding it to more orgasms as she watched herself in her first adulterous fuck.

.

"God, I want him, Paul, I want him inside me!"

"I thought you might. Let me just get up a minute." As he stood, Izzy held onto his cock tightly, making him laugh. "You have to let go."

"Don't want to."

"OK, fine, you come with me."

Izzy giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and stood. "I'd follow you anywhere."

"Good!"

Paul walked to the kitchen and grabbed one of the chairs, making Izzy raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"And what is that for?"

"You will see."

They had left the video running and returned just before the point where he forced his cock into her. Paul picked up the remote and paused the video, then positioned the chair before the TV, sitting down with his back to it. "There. You can ride me to your heart's content and still watch the film. I have seen it many times in editing, besides, I will be too distracted to watch."

"Oh, you big beautiful man, you've thought of everything, haven't you?" Izzy put her hands on Paul's broad shoulders, and straddled him, much like she had in the garden, then slipped a hand between them to position his cock against her moist lips. She restarted the film and watched her face on the large screen as the emotions of finally getting what she had dreamed of for many years ran across it, causing such utter bliss, arousal, trepidation and then orgasm. Watching her face as she came quickly, produced another orgasm in her, helped of course by the throbbing hardness being forced inside her as she slowly allowed herself to slide down Paul's hot, hard, throbbing phallus, riding him in synchronisation with herself on the TV. Coming in unison with her screen self a third and fourth time. Both of her voices loudly vocalised the pleasure that their cunt's were receiving.

"OOoohhh Paul," she cried, "Ooohh my God, what you did to me that night. I will never forget. It feels so natural now to fuck you. But the pleasure is just as intense as when you... took me, you forced yourself upon me. OOOHHHHHHHFUCK I love your cock. COCK, Cock, COCK. Remember I couldn't even say that word." Her breath was being pounded from her as she posted up and down upon his rigid member.

Paul was gritting his teeth in an effort to hold on, but holding onto Izzy's firm waist as she rose up and down, her breasts bouncing and hearing her passionate cries in orgasm, were too much for him. Her now, experienced vagina, massaged and squeezed upon his cock deliciously, easily extracting from him, what it wanted. "Fuck!" He uttered as jet after jet of his piping hot semen filled Izzy's vagina, making her scream in pleasure as her cervix was assaulted by the powerful jets of semen. She rose and fell on his phallus again and again, until the last pulses of his climax were done, then surprised Paul by quickly dismounting and rushing to the back of the sofa to lean over it. "Take me from behind," she panted. "Just like you did that night. Force your lovely big, hard cock into my needy pussy. Take me, and Paul, be rough with me... rape me."

Paul stood up from the chair. His cock had not diminished at all from his recent release. It dribbled his come onto the carpet as he moved behind Izzy. Her taut behind and puffy vagina, his for the taking. His freshly injected semen already spilled from the gaping pussy before him and ran down Izzy's inner thigh. "Yes, ma'am." Was all he said, as he lined up and with one vicious slap across her right bum cheek, he buried his cock inside her. One deep, long, hard thrust made Izzy cry out in pleasurable shock. He then reached forward, grabbed one of her wrists and drew her arm behind her, leaning forward once more to do the same with the other arm. He secured her wrists across her back, easily holding them in his large hand and then forced his cock into her even further.

"No... no!" Izzy cried out beginning to role-play her fantasy, "Don't, don't.... my husband.... I'm married.... you... oooowwwWWW!"

With his free hand, Paul smacked Izzy across her bare buttocks once, twice, three times. they were hard smacks, and her flesh glowed red immediately. He thrust deeply once more, only this time he grabbed a large handful of her long hair and tugged upon it, drawing her head back. He whispered in her ear, in a gruff voice. "I don't give a shit about your husband, it is you I want, you and your tight, fleshy cunt, which I am going to fill, with my come!" He bit upon her lobe and licked about her ear, causing her skin to rise in goose bumps.

"No, please, please don't... I have never had... another man... in my... my.."

"Say it!"

"In my cunt. My husband was my first..." She pretended to sob.

"Well, now I am your second, and a finer cock, you will never find." He boasted as he removed his cock, and positioned it at the entrance to her anus. "I'm taking this too." His words were brutal, as he forced his way into Izzy's arse, making her cry out for real. "You like that don't you my bitch?"

"No... no, you beast, I don't, of course I don't I have never..."

"You lie, I can tell you have had a cock in here before, or perhaps you play with yourself, with a vibrator in your arse? Well, do you bitch?" Paul stabbed his cock into her rectum again and again. Izzy had come a number of times since his assault had started, but the last had left her unable to breathe or speak. She felt like a rag doll being shaken and mauled by a rabid dog and couldn't get enough of it. "Ooohhhh Paul," she said, stepping out of character, I need you to com...."

"You wank with a vibrator in your arse, don't you? Admit it. Admit it!" Paul smacked Izzy hard across the buttocks once more.

"No.... no I don't... I don't masturbate.... it is disgusting!"

Paul looked to his right, where he knew he had left a vibrator after some previous play of theirs and picking it up, pulled free of Izzy, only to force in the cold plastic of the vibrator. "NNnnnooooo!" Izzy cried out. Her real feelings of him removing his cock from her coming to the fore.

Paul released one of her hands. "Play with your clit. Make yourself come. Do that, and I will make your punishment short. If you don't, then I will draw it out and make you suffer for longer."

Izzy craned her neck to look at him. "Well, that is no incentive, is it? Of course, I want you to drag it out. OOOOOOWWWWWWW that hurt!"

Paul had released her other hand and had lashed out at her behind, which was now looking a little raw from his assaults. "I want you to think of me, and my big cock inside you, every time your husband fucks you. I want you to feel my semen pumping into you when his puny cock comes, and when he eventually brings you to orgasm, I want you to be crying out my name not his!" Paul's gruff voice, so unlike his true voice, made Izzy shiver. "Now, wank for me, play with that clit. And tell me the truth about your masturbation."

"Oh, you beast!" Izzy said, back in character. "Yes... Yes, I masturbate, yes I... I use a vibrator in my anus to make me come. I play with my clitoris every day, and think of a real man fucking me. Of you fucking me Paul." The succulent sounds of her fingers punishing her clitoris, as her juices and his semen intermixed, were loud in the air. She watched the final throes of herself being fucked over the stile, and of her passing out due to the intense pleasure. She was surprised at Paul's gentleness in handling her afterwards, and as she watched and masturbated, the video ended. She began to jerk as she came once more, and as she did so, she felt the large globs of Paul's hot semen splash across her back and arse, as he ejaculated all over her. "Fuck Paul! You certainly know how to rape a girl. I..." She panted in an effort to catch her breath, "I consider myself to be fully fucked. But would like just one thing more." She turned around, knelt down and began to lick clean his diminishing cock, of all of the precious semen, and her vaginal fluid. She then stood and kissed Paul passionately on the lips. "You can rape me again, anytime you like."

"Consenting rape only Izzy. I don't like the term, as you know."

"Yes, consenting rape only. God, that was lovely, and that video was so perfect. I know it was me, and I could see it was me, but it didn't feel like me. Do you know what I mean? But it did remind me of all of those feelings and emotions. Is that my copy?"

"Yes. The other ones are on the memory stick, too. And that one there is if you want to show Philip what you have been up to. I have edited myself out, or blurred my image, so that you cannot see it is me."

"But you can still see your beautiful cock entering my every hole?"

"Oh yes, very much so, and the pleasure you are getting from it too."

"Good. Because it is time he understood what I need. And that he can't supply it. Now, I would normally shower, but I just want to get dressed, and walk back home, with your lovely come all over my back, and filling my vagina. I'm feeling wicked, and I want him to see it. I want him to see the piercings, too. Well, to know that I have had my nipples done, at least. I'm not sure that I will show him my breasts, but then again, I just might."

"Poor Philip, is he in for it?"

"He deserves it for not caring for his woman!"

"Well, I need to pack because I am..."

"Don't say it, I have been trying not to think about it."

"You'll be out in a month to join me."

"I know, and I could not want anything more than that right now. But it is still a whole month without you. I am going to be masturbating like mad, and when I do get out to see you, I will probably rape you on the spot. Several times in fact. Perhaps you should leave my nipple and clit chain with me, I want to wear it as a reminder of you."

"OK, but don't put it on until you are fully healed and make sure you send me a picture. I also want videos of you masturbating, remember?"

"You'll get plenty of those, don't you worry. And I want to see you doing the same."

"If I get time for that."

Izzy scoffed, "Oh, I'm sure you will find time, and if I hear you have so much as touched one of those beautiful ladies, I will cut him off and have him stuffed so that he remains mine forever."

"Isn't that a good example of cutting your nose off to spite your face?"

They both laughed. "I must go," Izzy said, slipping into her dress and feeling it sticking to her back, at the same time, she felt dribbles of Paul's come leaking from her vagina.

"You look ravaged. You have some of my come in your hair, you realise that, don't you?"

"I didn't, but I don't care. No, I do care. I love the fact that you have marked me as your woman."

"If you don't hurry up and do up that dress, I am likely to mark your front as well as your back!"

Izzy looked down and saw Paul's naked cock, begin to take on form and steadily rise as it erected. "OOOHH, you naughty man. Oh, Paul, I will never get tired of watching you get hard. It is... it is so flattering." She knelt before him and parted her dress so that her thrusting breasts and naked pussy were exposed. She then grasped his burgeoning cock with both hands and fed it into her mouth.

Paul gasped as his cock was devoured. Izzy had become an expert in sucking his cock over the last few months and within what felt like a few short minutes, he was at the point of exploding. "I'm going to come, Izzy!" He grunted urgently.

Izzy pulled back from her oral administration. "I know. Cover me, lover. Let me see you wank your cock and ejaculate all over my face and tits."

It took Paul just two seconds of rubbing before Izzy witnessed a large gout of his sperm shoot towards her face, splashing upon her open mouth, lips and chin. It was followed by another shot that smashed into her breasts, splattering outward and creating a sticky mess on her torso. Another hit her higher upon her right clavicle, soaking into the chain attached to her nipple and coating it in glossy goo. He ejaculated two more times between her breasts and watched it head south, towards her pubic mound. "Consider yourself properly marked now."

"God, how am I going to last a whole month!"

Izzy stood, secured her dress buttons and gave Paul a come-splattered kiss. Then turned and left. She was already thinking of how she would break the news to Philip that she had a lover and that sex between them was properly over. As she walked to her house, she could already see his car and knew he was back; her stomach began to tie itself in knots. But Philip made things easy for her.

When she entered the house, she could hear noises from upstairs and knew that he was in his room. She quietly climbed the stairs and halfway up, could already recognise the sounds of sex. He was watching a porn film again. She slowly pushed open the door and was completely shocked. He was watching some pornographic footage, but it was of her. She was watching herself masturbating. She was wearing her red lingerie and black stockings, so she knew the footage was only a few nights ago. The camera must have been placed upon her dressing table as it was a low level shot, that covered her long legs, wide open as she fingered her clitoris and rammed in the dildo that Paul had given her, shaped like his cock.

Philip was naked, his little penis was semi hard, and he was vigorously wanking upon it. "Yes, yes," he murmured. "Fuck her, she needs and deserves a good fucking, make her come, make her come again and again."

The video ended before she had orgasmed, but not too long before, judging from her cries and the wet slapping sound of her fingers and the dildo. The quality of the picture was not great, but it was good enough to see everything.

"Blast!" Philip shouted in annoyance. "The memory card has run out. I must get one with a larger memory. He moved to the television, swapped something over, then started another video. This time, Izzy could see herself in the bath. Her hands were busy, but certainly not washing herself. She was playing with herself once more, the camera placed somewhere overhead. Izzy was reminded about what Paul had said. Philip was aware she masturbated, and he had found ways of substantiating it. She wondered if he had inadvertently caught her and Paul fucking in the garden?

The bath video quickly finished and she next saw herself draped over the end of the bed, with the rubber dildo, deep in her arse, as she pumped Paul's cock dildo in and out of her pussy. The sounds of her wet sex, the vibrator, and her cries of lust were loud. And, of course, she called out Paul's name as she came, again and again.

"YES, PAUL. FUCK her, Fuck my wife, make her scream. Fill her with your massive cock, fill her with your seed, like the rutting stud you are. Uhhh, uhhhh, oh fuck yes, yes, give it to her."

She watched as Philip's little cock, got harder than she had ever seen it, before he suddenly spasmed and ejaculated. Two small dribbles of his come splattered onto the carpet. But even that dismal display was more than she had ever seen Philip produce. She could wait no longer and strode into the room.

"Philip! What are you doing? How did you get those videos of me? And I can see you are masturbating to them?"

Philip turned, surprised to see his wife, his now very small cock, fully soft, was still in his hand. It was pointless for him to deny it. But when he noted the state in which his wife was in, he found himself confounded by the fact that his little penis was rising once more. "Ahh Izzy, Izzy dear, you see... it is... well er... let me explain... err is that semen on your face and in your hair...? It looks like there is some on your chest...." Philips' eyes nearly popped from their sockets as he stared at her chest, noting where the chains from the chocker about her neck led to.

"Never mind me, Philip," inwardly, Izzy was pleased with how her piercing and...'decoration' had been received by her husband. She tried to continue as if she were cross with him. "You have just ejaculated on the carpet, whilst wanking to videos of me masturbating. How did you get them? Have you been spying on me?"

"I... I... I've never heard you talk like that, dear." He bent to pull up his trousers.

"Well, you have now, Philip. This is an invasion of privacy, a display of lack of trust, to name but a few of your transgressions here. I cannot believe you filmed me during.... my private time."

"I... I..." Philip spluttered, unable to take his eyes from his wife, as he watched a large glob of sperm sliding inexorably down between her ample breasts.

"I think we need to talk, don't we? I have never been comfortable showing you my naked body, and you knew that, but it seems you have disregarded my feelings and managed to view all of me by putting up cameras, I assume. Not just to see me naked, but to watch me masturbating."

"Er, yes, m'dear, I'm sorry, I really am. But it is really your fault, you see...."

"My fault!? My fault? How is it my fault?" Izzy was now really getting cross with her husband.

"Well, if you had asked me a few short months ago... whether you played with yourself, I would have said no. But... but I have heard you, Izzy, you might think you are being quiet, but I am afraid you are not. Plus, the other night, you... You did it here, didn't you? Whilst watching one of my videos, with me asleep right beside you? Oh, I could kick myself for sleeping. But I could smell your scent after you had gone." He tore his eyes away from her glistening breasts to look directly at her. "The same scent as on the panties I found. They were your panties, weren't they? I know they were, you see, I have become quite proficient in picking out your particular scent, Izzy. I can smell it now for example, it is heavy in the air, along with other..... sexual smells of course."

Izzy's words began to stumble from her mouth.."Now Philip, don't go turning your perversions around to be my responsibility."

"Is that Paul's semen on your face, and chest, Izzy, and all in your hair too. Has Paul been fucking you this evening? Is his come inside you, too? He does seem to produce a lot of it, looking at what is all over you. I always said he was good at everything, didn't I? Well, it looks like he has done a fine job of servicing my wife too. More so than I could ever hope to do." Philip looked miserable, yet there was an amount of acceptance and resignation about his body language.

"Philip.... I..." Izzy was now on the back foot. She had wanted this to come to a head, but now she was there, she was losing her courage.

"Does he make you come, when he fucks you Izzy? Has Paul seen you fully naked? Has he watched you masturbating for him? Do you have multiple... org...."

"Orgasms?" Izzy looked down, then firmed her shoulders. "Yes, Philip. Yes to all of your questions. Paul has a fabulous cock. He is a great lover. He makes me come so much, my legs go weak. He has seen and filmed me naked on many occasions, including when we make love. He has watched me masturbate, has taught me to satisfy him orally. Has fucked me in the arse, has introduced me to lesbian sex, and yes, Philip, he can make me come more times than I can count. He ejaculates huge volumes of come, and can keep hard afterwards, so we can do it all over again. In short, he is a fantastic lover, and I think I am in love with him." Izzy felt cleansed in telling her husband the truth, but she also felt wretched.

"I.... I see." Philip sat down heavily on the sofa, beside the stain of her juices, that had not yet been cleaned away. "So will you be..... leaving...."

"Leaving you? I honestly don't know. You are a good man, Philip, and I do love you, but you must know that sexually, I have been unfulfilled for years. Do I think that I could hold onto such a find as Paul? I don't think so. At some point, I will no longer be enough for him. I fully understand that. But I don't want to think of that just yet.

So, what do you think of your adulterous wife now? Do you want to divorce me? To kick me out?"

"NO!" Philip said with obvious passion. "I knew when I married you, I was punching above my weight. I knew this would happen at some point. I am surprised it took this long, if I am honest. And wasn't it I who told you to flirt with Paul in the first place? But despite what you have told me, I still don't want to lose you."

"Come here." Izzy opened her arms and accepted her rotund husband into an embrace. Something she had not done for many months. "What a couple we are, eh? Me an adulterer, and you, a panty fetishist and a voyeur of his wife, whilst she masturbates. What are we to do?"

"Oh, I have some of Paul's come on my body.... er..."

"Philip? Can I feel you getting hard?"

"Err, well you see dear...." Philip pulled away from his wife, wiping at Paul's come, which had transferred to his clothes.

"I'm listening Philip."

"You said that Paul had taken some.... some video of you and he, whilst having sex. Is it possible to... to.."

"To what Philip?"

"To watch it?"

"What!? You want to watch as a handsome young man, with a big cock, defiles your wife?" It was her turn to sit down on the sofa, next to her own stain. From this angle she could see Philips little cock was erect and pulsing. "You do, don't you? I can see you do by the state of your cock. I can't believe it Philip."

"I am so sorry my dear, but it has been a fantasy of mine for many years, to watch you being fucked, hard and fast, for seeing the man filling your pussy with his seed, or maybe ejaculating all over you... like... like Paul has done today." He became a little bolder. I would like to watch that very much, and I would like us to both masturbate as we are watching it."

"Now Philip... I am not sure that..."

"It is not too much to ask is it? That can be the entirety of our sexual contact if you wish, at least for the time that you have Paul. I... I don't suppose I could watch as you two make love... could I?"

"PHILIP!"

"Yes, I understand, but I thought I would ask... if this is too distasteful, and you don't want to..."

"Philip, I said that I couldn't believe what you were asking, because, well, it is a fantasy of mine too. To have you watch as I am being fucked in all of my holes, or as I sup at another woman's pussy. But fantasies are just that. However..." She drew out the flash drives that Paul had given her. "I asked Paul to produce these. He did one set with his face blurred, so you wouldn't know it was him doing me so fabulously, but as you now know, you may as well see the whole thing."

"Really Izzy?"

"Really. And..." She stood, undoing her dress and letting it fall to the floor. I will let you look, as I masturbate beside you. Maybe some of your come will land on my body if you are excited enough. And judging by your erection, you are ready to do it now. So pop that into the TV and let us watch the first time that I was fucked by Paul. God he made me come so many times...."

The strange arrangement worked and Izzy found it was very therapeutic, not having to hide things from her husband any more. She felt a freedom that had not been there before, and this meant, she could, and did, masturbate whenever she felt she wanted to, regardless of whether her husband was present or not. She even had her husband filming it, so she could sent the video to Paul, she wondered just how long it would take him to work out, that Philip was filming these masturbatory sessions. She would certainly have something to tell Paul, when she travelled out to meet him in Paris.