4 comments/ 31344 views/ 8 favorites An Erotic Novella Ch. 01 By: Jenna Leonore An erotic novella based on a true story by James Leonore. * My name is James and in the ten years that my wife, Jenny and I, have been together, I have watched her turn from a meek and mild young woman into a wildly, sexually overactive nymphomaniac. In the first eight or so years of our relationship, we would have sex anything between two and five times a week, but in the last two years there has been a rapid upturn in her sex drive. She started to practically demand sex two to five times a day! This didn't bother me until obvious changes in her manner began to occur. She started spending longer and longer on the internet and wouldn't let me see what it was she did, minimizing all the windows if I came anywhere near. She began to wear less and less round the house, this was very arousing for me personally and it used to lead to some great sex sessions, but about three or four weeks later she decided to start wearing nothing at all and would walk round the house completely naked. And this is where all the trouble started. She started answering the front door wearing only a small towel or something similar, and then later when she decided that she didn't even need that anymore; completely naked just poking her head round the door to talk to whoever was there. The moment she got in from work she would strip off in the porch and just carry on the rest of the day naked as if it was something that everyone did. About two months later our washing machine broke down and we had to send for a man to come in and fix it. I had to plead with her to wear something while the man was at the house; she relented and put on a pair of slippers and the smallest, shortest dress she could find with nothing underneath. The mechanic arrived to fix the machine and I decided to stay in the kitchen with her and the man while she made us all a cup of tea. The phone rang in the lounge and I had to go and answer it. I was only on the phone for about two minutes, but when I went back into the kitchen she was standing there drinking her tea without a stitch on. The man was oblivious to this because he had his head in the back of the machine. I quickly dragged her out of the kitchen and made her put her dress back on. However, because of the phone call, I now had to go out and leave her in the house alone with the man. I was dreading it, but she promised me that she would keep her clothes on until the man left. "I won't disappoint you!" she said to me as I was leaving. My heart sank; I just didn't think I could trust her anymore. My own wife and I couldn't trust her! When I returned home, some two hours later, I found her in the lounge again naked. She told me that the man needed to get a new gearbox for the machine and would return on Monday. I asked her if she had done as I said and kept her clothes on. "Of course, what do you think I am?", came the reply. But she seemed to deliberately say it in a way that really meant the opposite. Then I remembered, I was going to be out all day Monday, but I made her promise again to keep her clothes on just while the man was here. She agreed. Monday came and went and all seemed normal until Tuesday evening, when the phone rang. I answered it and it was a man called Jeff from her insurance company, so I left her in the lounge to deal with the call. We spend most of our time in the front room which doubles as a music room too, but I couldn't resist listening in to her end of the conversation. Not very much was really said and what I heard was all in hushed tones anyway, the conversation was roughly as follows, but remember I could only hear her end of the call. "It's okay, he's gone now" "Yes, I think Friday will be okay. He's out all day until eight o'clock" "Did you ask round your friends?" "Great! How many will there be?" "Oh FUCK, that's wonderful" "Yes, yes. I'm wanking now" "Will they all be able to do me? "Three or four times each! Oh fuck, I can't wait. Oh, I'm coming!" At this point I heard her orgasm violently. I had never heard her use language like that before and I felt like running in to find out what the hell was going on. But something stopped me from doing so, something was exciting me! Her conversation came to an end and I quickly rushed back into the front room and sat down again before she came back in. I was now used to seeing Jenny wandering round naked as she now sat down next to me. She then lied about the call, telling me that they just wanted to ask her if she wanted one of her policies topping up. That disappointed me really, that fact that she even bothered to make up a story about the call. Normally she wouldn't have said anything at all. It was then that I had a little idea of my own. A little while before, maybe a month or two, I had bought a pair of wireless spy cameras off Ebay for a laugh and now I decided I would put them to good use. The picture quality isn't exactly amazing but its good enough. I cancelled all my engagements for Friday and had a good think about what I thought she would do, how she would think. I decided that the best room in the house for what I thought she was getting up to was the games room; it is large and just has a snooker table in the middle. So I set the cameras up in there. With tall bookcases round all the walls it would be easy to hide them so they weren't noticed. So, as usual and as she expected me to, I left the house at 10:30 am. I waited at the end of the road and watched the house. Nothing happened for ages. At five to twelve she came out of the house, got in her car and drove off, thankfully in the other direction to where I was hiding. What the hell was she up to? I had convinced myself that she would be staying at home and that the "party" would come to her, so to speak. Quarter of an hour later she returned carrying a plastic bag, it didn't look like it had much in it though. I was still very perplexed and trying hard to contemplate what was going on and what would happen next, when two cars pulled up at the end of our drive and five men got out. One of them was smoking and he was looking up and down the road in a very shifty manner. He dropped the remains of his fag into the gutter and said something to the other four men. As I was about seventy yards away, naturally I couldn't hear, but whatever he said made them take a look up and down the road too, then they turned and made their way up the drive to my house. I was just about the break cover when another car and a van pulled up at the house. One of the men came back down the drive from the house to meet them, and he stood at the edge of the road while they parked up. Four men got out of the car and another three out of the van. I instantly recognised the driver of the van as our washing machine repairman, and he turned to shake hands with the one who had returned from the drive. Repairman said something and they all laughed and headed up the drive together. I doubted if any more would be arriving, so I waited a few minutes before walking back to the house with my mind racing. Each house in our road, and there are only a few houses, has a long drive up to the door which is very well hidden from the road by trees. This made me think that she was almost certainly naked for these men when she answered the door to them. I crept round to the rear of the house and climbed the back staircase that would take me onto the first landing; from there I could get to the attic stairs and my study. There I had set up the two receivers for the cameras and connected them up to my computer. Even before I switched everything on I could here them all downstairs, and boy did they sound enthusiastic. It took a couple of minutes for the PC to get going and the DVR software to fire up before the images from the games room came into view. It looked like they had put a sort of ground sheet that you might use with a tent over my snooker table, "How considerate" I thought sarcastically. I couldn't see Jenny anywhere and the men were starting to wonder the same by the looks of them. Then she came in to a round of applause, she was naked again of course, she stood at the end of the snooker table and lifted herself up onto the end. "Right then, while I put on a little show for you, you can all get your clothes off" She then lay back on the table and started wanking herself off furiously while the men removed their clothes. They couldn't take their eyes off her while they undressed and neither could I. I couldn't believe this was happening! The men all stood there, they were all as hard as iron, as Jenny climbed back off the table and stood at the end. One of the men walked forward, picked her up and immediately started fucking her on the end of the table. He was really laying into her, fucking her very hard indeed. "Yeah, fuck me hard. Dump your cum inside me" she said. One of the other men decided to stuff his cock into her mouth at this point, effectively ending her pleas to be abused. She started off in control when the men had arrived at the house, but it was the other way round now. They were in control now and she was being completely dominated, I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. Here was my wife in an impossible situation, a situation of her own making, and I had decided to let it go on. She had made her bed and now she was getting more or less raped in it, and I was not going to raise a finger to help her. This is what she had wanted though, so it couldn't possibly be called rape, but on it went anyway. Another man had now entered the fray so she had two cocks to suck. I have never seen her so aroused before. Both men came at almost the same time, spraying her face with spunk, with some of it going into her hair. She just reached up and spread it round over her face, smiling while she did it. The guy fucking her now indicated that he was coming too and unloaded his balls into my wife. "Next!" she shouted as she proceeded to be fucked by the other nine men one after the other. She wasn't slowing down; she was as enthusiastic with the last one as she was with the first. They came in her cunt and on her tits but most of them seemed to want to cum in her hair. Her hair was fanned out round her head and they just dumped their cum on to it. "I love cum in my hair so just fucking give it to me. Soak me with it" This was amazing, I couldn't believe what she was saying. When they had all cum they moved slightly back from the table while she pulled herself up, her hair was just hanging there and I could clearly see the globs of semen in it. She walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and tied her hair back into a ponytail with all the cum still in it. "Right, who's ready for round two then?" she asked. "We need to rest for a bit yet" said one of the men. "You rest, I'm raring to go. I'm going to fuck her again" one of the others came forward at this point and grabbed Jenny. "Hold on, not so fast. I want to do something first." Said Jenny as she got the plastic bag I had seen her bring home earlier, I had forgotten about that. She reached into the bag and took out a couple of oddly shaped boxes, and smiling at the men resumed her position on the table. She opened the boxes and took out two tubes of K Y jelly. "What are you going to do with that? All the spunk we just pumped into you should be enough lubrication, you won't need anymore for a week!" said repairman, laughing. One or two of the men had been taking pictures and they continued to do so while all this was going on. "Just watch" Jenny just smiled as she squeezed a whole tube of the jelly up her cunt in one go. Some of it dribbled out and down between her buttocks and the men looked at her in disbelief, I bet they thought all their Christmases had come at once. "You do want to fuck my arse as well don't you?" She said flirtingly with a glint in her eye. We had never done anything in the way of anal sex together and this really surprised me. She was going to let herself get fucked in the arse by these men! "I want you to fuck me in my cunt and arse at the same time too. I want you to ruin my fucking cunt for my husband" .God, was she horny. I was wondering what state she would be in after all this and now she was making it clear that she didn't care. "Your Husband?" exclaimed repairman. "The bloke who was here the other day is your husband? You told me he was your brother!" "Do any of you care? You came here to fuck a beautiful girl so just get on with it and give me your cocks now". She had gone back to being in control then? The men just laughed at this, obviously they didn't care that she was married. I'm certainly glad they weren't aware that I was watching them from the top of the house though. Maybe I could use all this against her in the future, just bring it up in conversation when she didn't expect it. I was wondering if I would ever want to make love to her ever again. One of the men climbed onto the table and Jenny climbed on top of him, impaling herself on his cock, and another man went straight for her arse entering her immediately. She was really going for this and helped them along verbally by telling them in detail how it made her feel. The two men pumped their cum inside her two holes and were instantly replaced by two more men, and then two more and two more until she had been through the lot of them for a second time. The cum was just running out of her mingled with the K Y jelly, she was a right mess and she was still wanking herself. The men started to get dressed while she played with herself on the table. "Where are you going?" "We're done, we can't keep this up. What is it with you, are you fucking mad or something?" said repairman. He was getting quite nasty with her as he obviously realised that what had just happened felt wrong to him. Most of the others seemed to agree as well and they got their things together and left. I don't think she had expected this and she suddenly burst into tears. She sat up on the table with her head in her hands. "What have I done, what was I thinking" she wept. Two of the men had stayed after the others had left, but as they were standing behind her she didn't realise they were still there. Suddenly they advanced on her. One of them held her arms down while the other started to fuck her again. "Get off, I don't want you here" "You must be kidding, this is exactly what you wanted and this is exactly what you're going to get" The man fucking her said, and then he slapped her face. She closed her eyes and continued weeping. Her hair was still streaked with cum and some of it was now drying, it would be interesting to see if she can clean herself up by the time I'm supposedly due home tonight I thought. It was five thirty now and I was supposed to return at eight, but these last two men looked like they were going to keep her busy for a good while yet. "We've got plans for you girlie, you're coming on a little trip with us some day soon" said the man fucking her. What the hell was this about now? What was he thinking of doing with her? A little trip? It looked like she was starting to enjoy it again, just as the guy spunked up her cunt and changed places with the other one. "You didn't have to slap me so hard, that wasn't fair" "I like it rough and I thought you did too. You were the one who said you wanted your cunt ruined for your husband" "That's true", she laughed now. "Just fuck me good and hard" He did too. I would have been sore by now but this guy just kept going and going. He even kissed her, even though she had sperm all over her face. After about an hour he finally came inside her and collapsed on top of her for a few minutes. "What is this little trip you have in mind then?" Jenny had his whole weight on top of her, but she quite liked it really. "The two of us are going to Germany in a few weeks; we have some friends out there who would love to meet you. He then whispered something in her ear that I couldn't catch and she smiled broadly and then laughed. "You're kidding, I don't think I could keep up. I'm not sure about being filmed either" she said. "It'll be fine, you can show it to all your friends!" "Oh, I'm sure they'd love that" she laughed. "Right, we'd better get moving. You husband will be home within an hour" I looked at my watch, five to seven. She had been at it for six and a half hours! The men left the house while Jenny just lay there on the table, her hand moved down to between her legs and she played with herself in a half-hearted way for a few minutes. While she was still in the games room, I switched off the computer and crept back down the stairs and out of the house. I couldn't believe what had just happened and what I had just seen, it was really like watching a porn film. Because I was upstairs hidden away I was removed from what was really going on, and things would have been very different if I had been in the same room. I think I would have suffered a heart attack! I sat in my car for an hour waiting for a realistic time to go back into the house. How could I face her, and moreover, how could she face me? I decided to brazen it out and try and pretend nothing had happened and that everything was normal, at least from my point of view anyway. I pulled the car into the drive and got out, retrieving my briefcase from the passenger seat as I did. I went in through the front door and, leaving my case in the hall, proceeded through to the front room. There she was, lying on the couch naked watching the television. I pretended not to notice how red her genitals were as I approached. "Hi, had a good day?" she said as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. ". . . Erm. Yes, I suppose so. I'm a bit tired though; will you get me a cup of tea?" She got up, smiling at me, and went for some tea. "I've not long made a pot anyway" she said, disappearing through the door. Well, she's managed to clean herself up pretty well I thought. There wasn't a sign of any cum in her hair, in fact she looked immaculate. A minute later she returned with a hot cup of tea for the both of us and resumed her place on the couch. "I might have a game of snooker after my tea" I said between sips. "Do you fancy joining me?" It was almost imperceptible, but she was worried. I had suggested going back in the room where she had enjoyed today's action. Had she not managed to clean up her mess yet or was she worried that I somehow knew what was going on? "Yes" she said shakily. "That would be nice; we haven't played together for ages have we?" "No, we haven't. But I thought you might have been practising in there while I was out or something" I said this with a sort of rye smile. Oh how little she knew. After I finished my cup of tea we both wandered through to the games room. She walked ahead of me carrying more tea for the both of us. God, she looked fantastic from the back. Her backside seemed to be glowing slightly and her beautifully shaven legs had a sort of wax sheen that reflected the hall lighting to great effect. Her figure was nothing short of amazing and it even seemed to be getting better with age, but she was still young really. She is only twenty eight now. We married at eighteen and had a great time travelling together for two years before we settled back in our house. We live in a very secluded area with very few neighbours, in fact there are only twelve houses in the whole road and the road is just under four miles long, so that gives you an idea of how far apart the houses can be. My father made his fortune in advanced engineering during the nineteen fifties and sixties and his work is still paying off today. So we can afford to live very well indeed. I just work with a company that sells machine tools all over the world; I need something to keep me busy. I opened the door for Jenny and she stepped into the games room quickly followed by me. She put the teas down on the tripod table and turned to face me. She wasn't looking straight at me however; she seemed to be looking at the table and at the parquet floor beneath it. Her eyes darted quickly between the two surfaces as if she was checking for something. She had obviously cleaned herself up first and then thought she didn't have enough time to make a really good job of this room, but from where I was it looked more or less the same as it always had. I certainly didn't notice anything straight away. An Erotic Novella Ch. 01 "Shall I break, or will you?" "Oh, I think I will." She said. She seemed to be checking the table while she leaned across it to break. I stood behind her while she took the shot and I don't think there is a sexier sight than a naked girl playing snooker. The redness was still there and quite obvious, I also noticed that she was fairly moist down there too. Residue from her afternoon exertions perhaps? Considering she hadn't played in a while her break was perfect, the cue ball glancing the corner of the triangle of reds before winding its way back into baulk. "Look, I'm suddenly feeling rather tired. Do you mind if I just get something to eat and then get off to bed early?" I lied, as I just wanted to see the room and what sort of state it was in. You would never have known what had gone on in there earlier, she had done a terrific job to get it all cleaned up in such a short period of time. "No, that's okay. I didn't feel much like playing really anyway." She paused for a moment. "What would you like to eat?" "Nothing special. I'll have some of that chicken from last night and a few other bits. Don't go to too much trouble." We went into the kitchen with what was left of our tea and chatted while she made me dinner. "I'm going out in the morning to get my hair done. I'll think I'll wear it short for a change, I'm getting a bit sick of having to wash all this lot." Her hair had always been long, ever since I had met her, it was one of the things that attracted me too her. "I like you with long hair though; it won't be the same if you have it short" She handed me a plate with a few bits of chicken and things on it like I asked for, then she turned and headed for the door. "I'm going up, I'll see you in a few minutes?" she said. "Yeah, I'll eat this and I'll be up soon." I heard her go upstairs and a few minutes later after she'd been in the bathroom, the bedroom door closed. I stayed downstairs and watched the telly for a while and finished my food. How can I climb into bed with her now, after what has gone on today? I will just pretend to be knackered and go to sleep straight away. It's Saturday tomorrow so I can have a lie in anyway, that will be nice I thought. I awoke the following morning to find that she had already gone. I reached across to her side of the bed. Cold. She had been gone a while then. I looked at the clock, 8:52am, she had left early. I jumped out of the bed, wrapped my dressing gown round me, and made my way up to the attic. I switched the computer on and looked through some of the video from yesterday afternoon, I still couldn't believe it. I was transfixed by what I saw but I found myself shaking my head, unable to comprehend what must be going on in her mind. To go from wanting to be naked round the house to arranging a gangbang for herself, what was going on? I switched the PC off and went down to the kitchen to make some toast. Seeing as it was Saturday I thought I would stay in my dressing gown for a little while, no one would be demanding my presence today with any luck. I ate my toast and drank my tea in a solemn silence; it was now just coming up to ten o'clock. I heard the front door close and then the door to the vestibule open and shut. "Are you not up yet?" she yelled upon reaching the bottom of the staircase. She came into the kitchen with some shopping and carrying the milk from the front door in its little crate thing. "Oh there you are. Why didn't you answer me?" "I had a mouthful of toast" There was a piece of paper wedged between the milk bottles, she pulled it out and read it. There was a slight change in her expression and then she thrust the note into her pocket. "What was that?" I asked. "Nothing. Just a note from the milkman. He will be delivering later than usual on Monday, that's all." She replied. "Let's see your hair then?" It had been raining quite heavily while she had been out and she had the hood up on her furry coat so you could only just see her face. She smiled at me, raised her hands to the hood and pulled it back over her head. Her hair was really short, she had had most of it cut off. I remember thinking that she looked a bit like Ellen Macarthur, the round the world yachtswoman. "That's a bit severe isn't it?" "I rather like it. You always said I had nice shoulders and a nice back, now you will be able to see them better" She smiled at me. "I suppose I will have to get used to it then." I kissed her on the forehead and went upstairs to get dressed. As I was climbing the stairs I thought I heard her talking to someone, maybe I just imagined it. Just as I was finishing dressing I heard the phone in our bedroom ding just the once. I hadn't imagined it; she had been talking on the phone. I was suspicious of everything she did now, even though it was probably just an innocent call to one of her girlfriends, probably just to tell them she'd just had her hair done, or something. I returned to the kitchen where she was pouring herself a cup of tea. "I've just spoken to Monika. She's going back to Germany to see her parents and she was wondering if I would like to go with her. It would only be for five or six days." She looked at me pleadingly. "Do you mind if I go?" I was wondering how she was going to approach this. Those last two men had mentioned something about Germany yesterday, but I didn't think she was really that interested. She obviously was. "When?" I asked. "Three weeks on Tuesday. Please, it's not like we can't afford it and I'm sure you can do without me for just a few days." "Okay, I don't see why not. Won't you get bored with visiting Monika's parents though? They don't speak much English if I remember." "I've been practising my German a bit, I can get by. I bet you have, I thought to myself. Monika, my foot. I bet she wasn't going anywhere at all. While Jenny is away I will check up on her, see if she has gone. Those weeks passed very quickly, and before I knew it the Tuesday was upon us. "You'll be fine on your own, won't you? I won't be away for long, just a few days." "I'll be fine, stop fussing. Your taxi will be here any min. . . ." The sound of a horn cut my sentence short and sure enough there was the taxi waiting in the drive. "Right, I'm off. I'll see you on Sunday then, about lunchtime I think." She said as she passed through the front door after giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I waved to her through the open front door as she got into the taxi and disappeared down the drive. I waited about an hour, just to make sure she wasn't going to come back having forgotten something, before I started my investigations. I thought I would start in the bedroom and go through some of her things, places I knew she kept things that she considered private, even from me. I think I went through every drawer, every cupboard, even looking through her old pile of handbags. Nothing! I looked under the mattress on our bed and under the bed itself, still nothing. I was sure she would be hiding something, then I remembered that note she had taken from the milk crate; it was probably still in her coat pocket. I ran down to the hall and pulled open the door to the hall cloakroom, I found the coat I was looking for and my hand dived into the pocket. I was right, it was still in there. I pulled it out, it was still folded, I unfolded it and the words "Late delivery on Monday - Sorry" glared back at me. Damn, maybe I am being too suspicious I thought. I folded the paper up again and was just about to put it back into her pocket when I noticed something. There appeared to be some writing in feint pencil on the back. I brought the paper over to the hall light and examined it; it was quite clear in fact. It read, "You don't often get a meat delivery with the milk do you?". "What the hell is going here?" I thought to myself. "Oh Bugger it!" And I went back to the kitchen. Nearly two hours of searching had revealed only that, useless. I was just about to put the kettle on for yet another cup of tea when I noticed something, a small light brown leather case half wedged behind the fruit rack at the end of one of the units. I wonder how I missed that before? I picked it up; it was about the size of a large filofax with a zip running round three of its sides and a tiny little ornate padlock that prevented you from unzipping it. I could easily open this with a pin or something, I thought, and took it upstairs to my den in the attic. I switched the PC on and cleared some space on the next desk in order for me to work on the lock. I found a piece of metal that I thought would do the trick and inserted it into the lock. Click! It opened almost immediately. "God, what a crap lock" I said, amazed at my skills. Today a padlock, tomorrow the Bank of England! Inside the leather case was her diary, one of those A5 size page a day ones. It looked like she had written quite a lot in it too, as I flicked through it and found today's date. Nothing for today obviously, because she hadn't had time to write anything before she left for Germany, but there was plenty before that. I started reading through from the beginning, just routine stuff really, hair appointments, when she was expecting periods and things, meetings with friends. Then in February she mentioned how she was looking forward to the warmer weather so that she would be more comfortable being naked about the house. I don't even remember it bothering her really, last year she even went out for a wank in the snow and we have fucked outside in all weathers before now. Towards the end of March I started finding the odd mention of how she fantasised about being with two or more men at a time, and then I found it, Monika had asked her if she would like to be fucked by her husband and a friend of theirs while she watched. Oh, she had actually declined but she did say that the idea really excited her. "Maybe when I've had time to think it through" she said. April was all fairly routine again and nothing more was mentioned about the "offer", I did expect to find something more about it later though. When I turned the page for the beginning of May something fell out from between the pages, it was a photograph of her. She was standing naked in front of the camera and someone had written on her body with what looked like lipstick. Things like "Slave cunt" with an arrow pointing to her pussy and "Dump your cum HERE" written across her tits. She was smiling back at me from the picture, why hadn't she ever said she wasn't happy with things? We could have done something about it. She went on to mention how she had her first extramarital sex in our hall with the Milkman at the beginning of May, and that she was going to fuck him every Monday morning when he came round. She said she had never seen so much cum shoot out of one man before and that he had huge balls, and he had promised to bring a friend with him some time. Two weeks later he did and they both fucked her in every room in the house before pissing all over her in the back garden while she stuffed a cucumber up her cunt. Dirty bitch, I never knew she was into that at all. At the end of May when she was supposed to be on a little weekend break with Monika, she was in fact in Bournemouth with the Milkman and his friend, Evan. This is where the picture was taken by the looks of it, according to the entries in her diary, she had even let them whip her, shave her cunt, rub baby oil all over her and piss on her again. She went on to say that she wasn't really satisfied though, she wanted something more but she didn't know what. I mulled over a brief plan of action for the rest of the day; what I was going to do to find her out. Tomorrow, I decided, I would go round and see if Monika had actually gone to Germany or not. It wouldn't be easy without actually calling at the house and risking meeting her or her husband, Peter. He was from the UK but Monika is from Düsseldorf, and the Germans do have a bit of a reputation where sex and pornography are concerned. Monika is good looking too, if slightly overweight, but she does have this amazing hair; very red and reaching down to the base of her spine. After I had found out about Monika I decided I would try and have a go at Jenny's PC and see if she had anything interesting on her hard drive, surely with the amount of time she spent on the net she must have downloaded something. Jenny is very computer savvy, so I would have to be careful not to draw attention to my "delvings" in her machine. For what remained of the day I continued going through her diary; there were several pictures of her in compromising situations too. One of them looked like it was taken in Chester city centre in the late afternoon; she was standing in the middle of a busy street naked. There were people round her just shopping and not even noticing the fact that she had nothing on. I just hope no one I knew had seen her. No one had said anything but that could have been because they are too polite. Anyway, off to bed with an early start in the morning. I woke up at about ten to seven and it occurred to me that she hadn't rung me to say she had arrived okay. She normally does. "Right then", I said getting up and heading for the bathroom "Let's get cracking". A quick bite to eat and a cup of tea and by seven thirty I was ready to get started. I was just about to change out of my dressing gown and into my clothes when it came to me that I could ring Monika anonymously using 141 before the number and then pretend to be someone else. I rang the number and after a few rings Peter answered. "Hello, is Monika Jennings there please?" I said in a squeaky, train-spotter type voice. "No, I'm afraid she's away. I'm her husband can I help?" I quickly put the phone down. "That has just saved me a twenty mile round trip". Right, I can get going on her PC now. I headed into the lounge and fired it up, and after a half a minute or so I was greeted with a password dialogue box. "Damn! What would she use?" Then I remembered. "Peek-a-Boo". It was from an old TV series she used to watch. I typed it in and it worked, hurrah. A casual search round her files revealed nothing, but when I started to delve a bit deeper I found things. She had a huge stash of pictures of herself, most of which she had taken with her digital camera. Various shots of her stripping, playing with herself and some outdoor ones too. That was when I found the really dirty ones. The first thing I came across was a movie of her pissing into her own mouth: she had her legs and backside up in the air against a wall and she started pissing. There was another of her drinking a lot of cum from a glass, just under a quarter of a pint maybe a little less, but a lot nonetheless. There were lots of pictures of her sucking lots of different cocks, getting fucked, getting spunked over and pissed on and all sorts of things. There were two folders at the bottom. The first one was named "Ouch". I opened it and inside were some bondage and S and M pictures involving her. I never knew she was into anything like what I was looking at now, they were really strange to look at from my point of view. In one she was having candle wax dripped onto her tits, in another it was going on her cunt too but in one of the others it looked like they had melted half a dozen candles onto her cunt; she was covered in it. She seemed to be enjoying it though. There was also a few of her getting whipped, and whipped quite hard too by the looks of it. The second folder was called simply "Special" and there was just one movie file inside; I started it up. She was sitting upright on the floor, naked, with a little glass bowl in front of her. She smiled sweetly at the camera while raising the bowl above her head and pouring the contents into her hair, it looked like more cum to me. She was obviously having more "sessions" with all the men that came to the house that time. Then, at the end of the clip, she looked into the camera again and said, "Better take a good look fellers, it'll all be gone when I get to Germany". Now what the hell did that mean, what would be gone? I needed someone to confide in over this but I didn't know who to trust. Hang on, I thought, what about Sue? Maybe I can talk to her. She was an old friend of mine from when I was at college. She was a lecturer for one of the History classes another friend of mine was in and he introduced us. She was twenty years older than we were, but she had a young head on her shoulders and the three of us would go out together once or twice a week for a meal or something. They were good times, we got on really well and had stayed in touch ever since and she had been very grateful when I helped her arrange her late husbands funeral a couple of years ago. He had passed away under tragic circumstances at the stupidly young age of forty-seven and Sue missed him terribly; they had been together since they were at junior school. I went to the hall and got my address book from the small desk I have there, and looked up her number. I dialled it and after a few rings she answered. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before she detected a degree of unhappiness in my voice. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I think I need someone to talk to. Something is happening and I don't seem to be able to stop it." "I'll be round in half an hour. What ever it is, we'll sort it. Okay?" she said. "I hope so, but be prepared for a big shock, the shock of your life." I said as I rang off. She was as good as her word, better in fact, as she arrived within twenty-five minutes. It was good to see her again, I think I'd only seen her once since the funeral, and we chatted for a little while over a cup of tea. "What is it then, I can't imagine its money?" She said after drinking the last of the tea. "Its Jenny, she's been having visitors round to the house." I was being evasive in a sub-conscious kind of way. "What's wrong with that?" "Do you shock easily?" I asked. "Twenty-five years lecturing at Chester Uni, what do you think?" Smiling at first, but seeing my unchanging face she quickly dropped it. "Come and have a look at this." Getting up, she followed me into the lounge. As Jenny's computer was still on I didn't have to waste the time starting it up. I showed Sue some of the pictures, well some of the more tame ones anyway, and I was really surprised by her reaction. She suddenly burst out laughing. "What the hell are you laughing at?" I was quite annoyed now. "Well, they are fakes aren't they?" She saw my stern look and her laughter disappeared and she raised her eyebrows. "You mean they are real?" She was almost incredulous now. "Yes. They are real, look at them." Sue got a bit closer to the monitor and had a closer look; she then looked at a few others too. Then she watched one of the movie files, the one with Jenny pissing all over herself. "Good God! How long has this been going on for?" "I don't actually know, most of it about three weeks. But I think she been playing around since about May. She's been using the internet a lot for the past year or so now too." "Have you spoken to her about it?" Sue asked tentatively. "No, I wouldn't know where to begin." "How much of this is there?" "If you've nothing special to do today, I'll show you" I made a follow me gesture with my head and started to move towards the door and Sue got up to follow me. "I have a room in the loft; there is something else you should see." Sue followed me upstairs to the top landing and we entered my loft room where I had my own PC. I switched it on. I told her all about me setting up the cameras in the Billiard room, she looked at me puzzled at first but this changed as I explained about the dozen men that arrived at the house. An Erotic Novella Ch. 01 "I think I need something a bit stronger." I said as I reached into a small cupboard, producing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "Do you fancy one?" "Go on then. I think I'm going to need it if this is going the way I think it is. The pair of us sat in silence for the next four hours while we watched the video of Jenny's performance in the Billiard room, there was just an occasional gasp from Sue as she saw what unfolded. After a while I was aware of Sue staring at me. "What is it?" I asked, turning to her. "This is incredible; I've never seen anything like it in my life. I'd never have thought Jenny capable of this sort of thing." "What do you suggest I do about it then?" "I don't see what you can do. But. . ." "But what?" I asked puzzled. Sue just stared at me for a moment. Then suddenly she reached into my dressing gown, grabbed my cock and started sucking it all within a matter of seconds. I didn't know how to react, I was lost for words and very turned on. Here was a woman of about fifty sucking my cock while I watched a video of my own wife being gang-fucked by twelve strangers. In less than a minute my cock was erupting into Sue's mouth, I had never felt an orgasm like it before, I just seemed to keep coming and coming. When it was all over, Sue covered me up again and put my dressing gown back into place. I just looked at her, unable to believe what had just happened. "I'm sorry." She stood up. "I'll be back in a minute." She left the room and went downstairs to the loo and I heard the door shut. God, how did that happen? I never thought she would do anything like that, she always seemed so removed from such wild behaviour. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes but my cock was still iron hard, and I was worried about Sue. This really shouldn't have happened, but it felt great at the time. I opened my eyes and saw Sue standing over me, I thought at first she had gone down to the loo to clean herself up before leaving but she was now naked. "Look, I haven't been fucked in over four years now and you still look like you are raring to go. Your wife is away in Germany getting up to who knows what, so as I see it our time is our own. Yes?" Within five seconds I had her on the floor and was fucking her hard. She was in great shape for a woman of nearly fifty and very athletic too. "Don't worry about coming inside me; I'll take everything you can give me." She looked right into my eyes and with a face full of aggressive passion she said in a whisper, "Fuck me, everywhere!" And we did. She stayed the night and the whole of the following day. We fucked everywhere in the house, every nook and cranny, every surface and every chair. Sue was incredible, much better than Jenny; she was more loving and more aggressive too. If that makes any sense? I spent a whole two hours with her sitting on my face while she watched a film on the telly, I couldn't move and I didn't care. She even made me cum without touching me, it was amazing. "I'm going to have to leave in a few minutes. An old friend is popping round to the house later." "That's fine. Look, this last day and a half has been great. I never knew you were so passionate and sexy. You're nearly fifty, I'm not even thirty yet and I fancy you like mad." Sue smiled and walked over to me and kissed me gently. "I'll be back sometime or maybe we can meet up, and we'll talk about it then. Okay?" I nodded and she left the house. It was now about seven o'clock and I went into the kitchen and made myself something to eat before sitting down to watch the telly for a while. After about half an hour or so, I wandered upstairs for a quick shower. I was just getting out when I thought I heard someone banging on the front door, so reaching for my dressing gown, which seemed to be the only thing I had worn for the past two days, I went down stairs to see who it was. When I reached the front door I saw that it was Sue. "I wasn't expecting to see you again for a while, is everything Okay?" I said as she stepped inside. "I gave my friend a ring from my mobile and told her not to come. I only got about halfway home and turned back. Can I stay over again?" She looked so pitiful when she said this. "Of course, are you alright?" "Oh good, I was hoping you would say yes." She let her coat fall open and drop to the floor. She was completely naked underneath. She started running upstairs then turned back, "Are you coming then or not?" she said and then continued on up. I practically sprinted after her; she was already on the bed with her legs apart waiting for me. She looked great and she was giggling like a schoolgirl as I jumped on top of her, it wasn't long before we were pounding away at each other again. "Let me know when you are going to cum." "Why?" I asked. "There is something I want to try with you." We carried on fucking energetically for about half an hour before I intimated that I was ready to unload. She quickly climbed off me, and while I was lying down hoisted my legs up over her shoulders so that my balls were roughly under her chin and my cock was pointing directly down at me. "Right, are you ready for this?" She smiled wickedly down at me. "Ready for what?" I asked apprehensively. "You'll see. Open your mouth." I did as she said and she smiled before grabbing my cock. She started to wank me slowly, holding onto my cock very tightly and making very controlled pumping movements while aiming directly into my mouth. It wasn't long before I released a torrent of spunk into my own mouth and on my face. Sue smiled down at me and dropped my legs back onto the bed. "Don't move." She said as she positioned herself with her cunt over my face. She spent about twenty minutes like that, with me licking furiously away at her cunt and spreading my own cum around her fleshy entrance with my tongue. Suddenly she got up and turned round so that she could suck me while I licked her and we spent another half hour or so like that, which resulted in me coming in her mouth for about the third time in the last thirty-six hours. "That was amazing, what made you think of doing that?" I asked when I had got my breath back. "I've been waiting to try it for years. I just never met a bloke willing to give it a go. Thank you." She kissed me and licked up the last of my cum from my face. "You didn't give me the option to say no. Not that I would have anyway, it was great." Just then the phone started ringing. I reached across to the phone brushing against Sue's breasts as I did so; she smiled back at me again. "Hello?" I enquired down the phone. "It's me. I just thought I would give you a call to let you know I'm okay." It was Jenny. "Hmm. Why didn't you ring me when you arrived? I was worried." "Well, I've been rushed since I got here. I just didn't have the chance before now." "How is Monika, and her parents?" I pretended to be interested. "They are all fine, I'll tell them you asked about them. What have you been up to while I've been away then?" There seemed to be a degree of sorrow in her voice, it was almost undetectable but I could tell it was definitely there. Just then, while I was talking to Jenny, Sue reached down and began sucking my cock. Instant erection time again, and while I was trying to talk to my wife. "Jenny, is everything okay?" I asked her. "Yes, its. . . fine. I just need to ask you a little favour." "What?" I replied apprehensively. Sue's continuing stimulation of me was starting to pay dividends. "Can I stay here for another four days? Monika wants me to travel with her to a few places." "Yes, that'll be fine. Have a nice time love. I'll have to go, I think someone is at the door." I lied. "I see, having friends round while I'm away are you?" Jenny giggled. "Okay, I'll see you in about a week then. Bye for now." "Bye Jen, have a nice time." I listened as I heard the receiver drop at the other end. It was at this point that I came again inside Sue's lovely mouth. She swallowed my load and then laid back in my arms. We slept then until morning. I awoke to the sound of Sue going into the bathroom for a shower, so I had a quick wash and got dressed before going downstairs. I was really beginning to relish the idea of having Sue all to myself for the next five days or so. I was just making some tea and toast in the kitchen when Sue appeared in the doorway, she had my dressing gown draped across her shoulders and not fastened at the front, so you could see her nakedness underneath. "Oh smashing, I could just go a round of toast." She said grabbing some that I had just buttered. "That was mine." I said childishly. She just smiled and sat down in front of the kitchen table while she ate it. "My older sister was going to come and see me today. If I'm staying here for a couple of days longer I suppose I'd better put her off." "I didn't know you had a sister. How much older than you is she?" I enquired. "She's fifteen years older than me. There are two brothers separating us, hence the age difference. We haven't seen each other for a couple of years now" "Then why don't you bring her here and we can all go out for a meal together?" I suggested. "I'll give her a ring then. Can I use your phone?" Asked Sue, already moving towards the phone and picking it up. "Certainly, be my guest." I walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to see if there was any post for me, leaving Sue to call her sister in private. Nothing there, good. I wandered back into the kitchen just in time to see Sue replacing the phone. "I've given her directions to this place and she said she'd be here at about half seven, is that okay?" I walked over to Sue, put my hands round her from behind and cupped her breasts. "That's fine. But you haven't even told me her name yet?" "Oh! Of course I haven't, sorry. It's Carol." She said laughing as my hands wandered down to her hips and then to between her legs. She turned and kissed me so gently and passionately in a way that my wife never seemed able. At half past seven there was no sign of Carol and at quarter to eight Sue was starting to get worried. She needn't have done because at five to eight a car pulled into my drive and Sue ran to the front door shouting back to me, "She's here". I went to the front to be with Sue as she greeted Carol and I got a pleasant surprise. Carol was about the same height and build as Sue and with the same coloured hair only Carols' was dyed, presumably because she has gone grey, which was certainly forgivable at the age of sixty-two. Despite the fifteen year age gap between the two sisters, Carol didn't really look much older than Sue but the main difference seemed to be in the personality department; Carol seemed much more serious and studious. The next thing I noticed was Carols car, it was fabulous. "My God, you've got a 1966 Bristol 409. It's terrific!" I stammered in disbelief. "Yes, not many people have even heard of them. I'm impressed, but it's an early 1967 model actually. I've got a 406 at home too. I've always liked them and I promised myself one years ago, and now I've got the money I thought why not? So I bought two." Carol seemed genuinely pleased that I liked her car. She walked over to Sue who was still standing in the front doorway and the two sisters hugged each other. I was out of earshot when they exchanged a few words and both laughed before going inside. I followed within a few seconds after giving Carols car the once over. The two girls were already comfortable in the lounge and Sue had seen to it that Carol had a glass of scotch in her hand by the time I entered the room. "You're a bit of a dark horse Sue." Said Carol. "You haven't even told me his name. An introduction must be made by a third party you know?" "Sorry Carol, this is James. He's an old friend from the University, a former student. You have met him before, but not to speak to I don't think. He helped with Martin's funeral." Said Sue. Carol put out her hand to me as a greeting. "I'm sorry I don't remember you James, or is it Jim?" "I prefer James if you don't mind." I smiled as I took her hand and gently shook it. Carol was beautifully dressed and seemed to be possessed of exquisite manners. She was actually very different to Sue and seemed to be much more serious indeed. We chatted for about half and hour about various things. Apparently Carol had been left a great deal of money by a relative and although I expected Sue to be jealous, she wasn't one bit. All through our conversation Sue had been careful not to let anything slip about what she and I had been up to over the last couple of days, I got the impression that Carol would not approve, and she seemed to avoid showing me any kind of affection. "Anyway, enough of this chit chat. Shall we eat?" said Sue. "I'm starving, I've hardly eaten today." "Yes." Said Carol, turning to me and throwing me her car keys. "Seeing as you like my car so much, how would you like to chauffeur the pair of us this evening?" "I'd be delighted. Do you like Chinese?" "Only if it's a good one" Carol looked indignant. "Naturally. James only goes to the best places, you're not the only posh one here you know." Sue was goading her sister in a friendly way. We made our way out to the car; I locked up the house as the two girls got into the back of the car. I had hoped that Sue was going to sit in the front with me, but it wasn't to be. I got into the drivers seat, started the engine and gently pulled the car away out of the drive. The engine made that wonderful sound that only British cars seem to be able to make and this was complimented by the satisfying sound of the tyres on the loose chippings of my drive. It was twenty minutes before we got to the restaurant and Sue and Carol made up for lost time with unending chatter. The meal was excellent, but I felt that I might as well have not been there for all I was able to say. I just couldn't get much of a word in edgeways but at least Carol was starting to lighten up; the main culprit was probably the whiskey she was drinking. After the sweet Sue looked at me and said "Shall we make tracks back to the house then, Carol wants to hear all about you?" Carol insisted on paying the bill despite my protestations, and we made our way out to the car and began the journey home. The two girls sat in the back again but I didn't mind, and I've never heard two people talk as much as this before, ever. We got back to my house at about five to twelve and the two girls almost fell in through the front door. I locked the car up and followed them inside. We went into the lounge again and opened a fresh bottle of whiskey, I lit up a cigar and to my surprise Sue said that she would like one too. "I think I need to powder my nose." Said Carol rising from her chair, "Where do I go?" "Oh, just to the top of the first flight of stairs look left and you can't miss it." When Carol had left the room Sue came over to me and asked me what was wrong. "Carol doesn't seem to like me very much does she? She's done her best to ignore me most of the night, she's not a bit like you is she?" I said. "Oh, she's fine. Just keep plying her with whiskey and you'll see a big change, I promise." I poured about three times as much whiskey into Carol's glass before she came back, Sue saw me do this and she was smiling. Carol returned quickly and took her place on the studio couch with Sue. "So, James, Sue say's you're married. What was her name again? Jenny?" said Carol trying to think. "Yes, that's right. My wife's away in Germany at the moment." "Is she on business?" Enquired Carol. Before I could say that she was away with her friend, Monika. Sue interjected. "James's wife Jenny is away in Germany getting her arse fucked off her by God knows how many men. And, while she's away James and I have been screwing each other silly." I was astounded by this sudden change of tack by Sue. I didn't expect her to talk like that in front of her sister, let alone let me down by telling Carol about my ruined marriage. I was both angry and saddened by Sue's remarks. "Thanks a lot Sue, why don't I just post the information up on the internet for all to see and have done with it?" I said sarcastically. "I'm sorry James but I really do love you. Jenny doesn't, obviously. And apart from all that, I think Carol can help you too." "You mean you're in love with me. When did you start feeling that way?" I was astonished now into the bargain. Sue walked over to me and put her hand gently on my cheek, I thought I was going to burst into tears for a second. "We'll talk about it later." She said smiling gently. "I think you two had better tell me what has been going on exactly, don't you?" said Carol. Both Sue and I began telling Carol, from the beginning, what had been going on with Jenny. From the first signs of her exhibitionism, the milkman, the washing machine repairman, and the session she had here on the snooker table, right up to now when she had gone to Germany. "Good Heavens! You are going through the mill, aren't you?" Said Carol, when we had finished telling her everything. "Do you still have the secret film on your computer?" She had by now emptied her glass and was pouring herself another large whiskey. "Yes, I do. Sometimes I wish I hadn't taken it." "Oh, you must keep it. Can you put it on to tape so that you don't lose it?" "I could put it onto a DVD I suppose. Why?" I asked. "Well, for one thing it's your evidence, and another is, well lets just say I wouldn't mind seeing it for myself." Said Carol almost sheepishly. Sue quickly grabbed my hand, and before I could say anything, she said "You should, I've never seen anything like it." And then turning to me, "Why don't we show it to her now and she can see for herself?" By now I was just being carried along by the two women. When all this started on Tuesday after Jenny had left for Germany, I was very much in charge of the investigation so to speak, but now I was starting to feel like a bit-part player in my own life. We all traipsed upstairs to my den, Sue first, carrying the whiskey bottle in one hand and her empty glass and half finished cigar in the other, followed by Carol with me bringing up the rear. Entering the room, Sue pulled over a couple of chairs and put them either side of my office chair that I use when I'm on the computer. I switched the PC on and sat down with the two girls either side of me. I must admit I felt a little self conscious having Carol there now, it was a bit like having my mother there. Again we sat in silence and watched my wife in action the group of men. Carol and Sue were literally glued to the screen, and they hardly moved or spoke in two hours. Carol consumed another three large glasses of whiskey in this time and didn't look like stopping anytime soon; Sue also had a couple of glasses but in much smaller quantities. Another hour passed before anyone spoke and it was Carol who was first. "Does your wife ever use toys?" she asked. "Erm, yes. But she much prefers the real thing." "So I see." She smiled. "What sort does she like to use?" "I don't really know, she only uses them when I'm not here. She keeps them in her bedside cabinet with all her other bits and bobs." Carol gave her younger sister a sideways glance and widened her eyes briefly; I took this as a signal that they wanted to talk. I excused myself and went down to the kitchen to get another bottle of scotch. As I was leaving the room I heard Carol whisper something to Sue but I couldn't make it out, I didn't want them thinking that I had overheard them. I was just opening the cupboard when I heard doors opening and closing upstairs, I thought one of the girls had gone to the loo or something. I grabbed the bottle and headed back to the attic room.