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A Wife in Venice California Pt. 1

By: AnnabelleandJay



This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT.NOW!!!! All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This material is Copyright. © AnnabelleandJay 2002.All Rights Reserved. 

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1

As the huge door of the moving van slammed closed, the sound of the empty truck boomed through the wealthy suburban neighborhood in Venice California. Randy Watson smiled in contentment at the fact that all of their household belongings had arrived safely. The move into their new house was now complete. He had decided to take the huge step and make the move from their Midwest home and start up a new business in California. His wife, Suzanne, had reluctantly gone along with his choice.

"It's where the business is, babe" he told her, as she tried to explain to him the huge costs of moving, housing and living in coastal California. During their seven years of marriage, Suzanne had always been the pragmatist, the voice of reason between the two of them. And her reason and restraint had served Randy well in life and in business. Suzanne had helped his small electronics business grow and prosper. She had always been there to throw parties for the prospective clients and single-handedly she created the company's entire client base. So Randy could understand why she got upset when he had decided to sell everything and relocate to California without even asking her. But he couldn't understand why she went so crazy when he told her about the house he'd just purchased. Never mind that he hadn't consulted her about it, never mind that he hadn't taken her around to look at homes and let her be a part of the decision. What she really went crazy about was the price of the house he'd chosen. 

Randy had used all of the monies from the sale of the business, the sale of their previous house and the sale of Suzanne's car to put down on this house. But as the moving van pulled away, Randy knew it was the right decision. If he was going to do business with the kind of clients he wanted to attract, he had to be able to entertain in style. And this house would allow him to do it. It was a white stucco palace, a mix of old Mexican tiles and arches and a touch of contemporary California. The pool, spa, and spacious flagstone desk was just what he needed to seal those big deals which would soon come rolling his way.

Randy could feel his heart racing from the excitement of what lay ahead. Next week, he decided, he would visit the banks, secure several business loans and would soon be wealthy and successful. He had every confidence that he would make it happen. And he would certainly scope out the local gyms and see which one he should join.

"How about a little run," he thought to himself. Well, why not, he thought. He could do with a good run right now. At thirty, Randy was in great shape. He enjoyed the demands he put on his body in a great run or in the weight room. He thrilled at the rush of pushing his body to the edge, and enjoyed being well toned and in great shape. He took pride in his appearance and rarely missed his daily workout, to the point that Suzanne called him compulsive about it. But Randy knew that she really loved being married to an attractive hunk, even though she would never admit it. He knew how women felt about him. They had always fallen all over themselves to be with him. And his wife Suzanne was no exception.

His frequent indiscretions, including one with a former secretary, Denise, were behind him now. His cheating with Denise had gone on for the last three years. Suzanne didn't know about it, or any of his other affairs, for that matter. She certainly had no reason to even suspect. He felt rather smug about his skills of cheating on Suzanne. But he did make one mistake. His biggest mistake was in telling Denise about all of his other indiscretions. She was the only one who knew about all of the cheating he had done.

So, in many respects, the move allowed him to start afresh. Denise had turned into a big problem. She had once threatened to tell Suzanne about his cheating and ruined him. Sure Denise had a great body and big tits, with those great tall blonde Nordic features. She had a gorgeous face, and best of all, she looked a little cheap, a little sluttish. That's what had really turned Randy on about her. It was her cheapness. But all of that was past and over now. He was living the California lifestyle in a beautiful home, with a loving wife, and soon his business would be up and humming again. He hustled into the house, found some running shorts and took off for a brisk jog through the wealthy neighborhood streets.

2 Suzanne Watson fumed as she rummaged through the packing boxes in the bedroom and sorted her clothes into the empty dresser drawers. Randy had gone running when he should have been here helping her unpack. There was so much to do that she didn't even know where to start. So she just began pulling boxes open and sorting out her own clothes. Randy could live out of boxes until he pitched in and helped, she thought to herself. 

Suzanne was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of tattered cutoffs, as she plowed through the mess, her long brown hair fixed in two pigtails to keep it out of her face. At thirty, she felt that she was attractive enough, but she knew that she certainly didn't see herself as beautiful. Randy was the beautiful one of the two of them, she had often said to herself. There was no debating that. She was just content to be in the background and keep everything together. 

While she felt she had a good body, it certainly didn't compare in sexual appeal to the rippled, sculpted physique of her husband. In a way, Suzanne felt both proud and lucky to be married to such an attractive man. A couple of years ago she had jumped into the gym scene, toned her body and converted herself to a "real knockout," as one of the men at the company had called her. She knew she had great legs, pretty good boobs and an attractive face, but Randy didn't appear to be thrilled by the new her. If anything, she thought, he actually had become jealous that others were talking about how attractive she was. The complements were not always about him and his tanned and ripped body. So she gave it up, stuck her aerobics and yoga, and felt pretty good about the shape she was in. She would go out jogging with Randy, but he always tried to turn it into a competition, so she just ran alone these days. 

Their sex life was just as erratic. Randy had been particularly inattentive in the last three years, but she knew that his mind was on the new business and on keeping himself in shape. But as she unpacked, Suzanne felt more that a little uneasy with the giant leap that they had just made. Would he neglect her even more now that they were starting up a new business again?

She couldn't help but feel that Randy had, for the first time, really bitten off far more than he could chew with this move. And that she would be the one to suffer. She really loved Randy, but sometimes he was like a child, shirking his responsibilities and going off to do whatever felt good to him at the time. Like selling the business and moving out here with little thought and absolutely no consideration of her feelings. Or something impulsive and childish like buying this huge house – a house they couldn't afford in their wildest dreams. He swore to her that he could get the business started up out here. He had, after all, done it before, but with a lot of help from her. But now he went out and bought this huge house, just when she wanted to start a family and create some stability in their lives. It was just beyond belief. And what was he doing now? Off running his energy out somewhere, when it would be best spent here with her and the unpacking.

Suzanne jumped when a loud voice behind her startled her, catching her totally off guard.

"Honey, come here! I want you to meet some great folks I just bumped into while I was running. They're our neighbors," Randy said loudly, as he gasped to catch his breath, shirtless and sweating from his run.

"Oh, great!" Suzanne thought angrily. "I look like shit and he's introducing me to the neighbors."

"Sweetie, I want you to meet Arlene and Phil," Randy said.

Suzanne stepped through the packing debris and over to meet the couple just walking through the bedroom door.

"Sorry about the mess," Suzanne said, apologizing and offering her hand first to Arlene and then to Phil. "I'm Suzanne."

"We didn't mean to interrupt. We know what a pain in the ass unpacking can be," Arlene said smiling. "Listen, we really don't want to intrude, but why don't you knock off for the night, and come over to our place. We'll throw a little something on the grill. You certainly don't want to cook tonight. Besides, let us welcome you to the neighborhood. We'll break out a little champagne and celebrate your moving in."

"You've got a deal. Just let us shower and we'll be right over," Suzanne said smiling, so relieved that their neighbors were about their same age, and thank God, normal.

In fact, they were downright attractive, Suzanne thought. Arlene was certainly a looker, Suzanne said to herself, as she looked over at her neighbor. About the same height and weight as Suzanne, 5 foot seven and 120 pounds, Arlene was a striking red head with a short bob cut. Suzanne guessed that Arlene was a little bustier than she was, but couldn't be sure. It could just have been the little dress Arlene was wearing. But there was no doubt that Phil was a very attractive guy with bright, dark eyes and dark hair. And they couldn't have been any older than she and Randy. So it was a happy Suzanne that shouted after their retreating neighbors, "Just give us 30 minutes!"

After a quick shower, Suzanne threw on a little knit dress and since she couldn't find a bra that went with the open back of the dress, decided to go braless. What the hell, she thought, they're just our neighbors and my boobs are okay, as she pulled on the stretchy knit fabric over her head. 

"Damn, we don't even have a mirror," she said aloud.

Sticking his head around the corner, Randy said, "Baby, you're beautiful. Now let's go!"

Within minutes they were sitting by the neighbor's pool, a glass of champagne in hand, toasting their arrival. Soon, the grill was blazing and a second bottle of champagne was opened. 

Suzanne and Arlene were now laughing and chatting and the more she talked the more Suzanne realized that Arlene would prove a good friend as she and Randy tried to start a new life out her. And she had been right on with her guess that Arlene was "stacked" as Randy would say. Suzanne was a solid B cup, good and firm, she felt, but still a B cup. Arlene, on the other hand, was at least a C or perhaps a D cup. Suzanne had no doubts, as Arlene stood next to her in a low cut top and short skirt. No, there was no doubt about it, Suzanne thought, Arlene was beautiful. 

And Arlene's attributes certainly didn't go unnoticed by Randy. Every time she looked at her husband, Suzanne would catch him staring at Arlene's cleavage, or gawking at her legs. At one point, upon returning from the kitchen, she even noticed Randy with his hand on Arlene's tight ass. Phil hadn't noticed and it was not a big deal, so Suzanne just let it go. No point starting a war with the new neighbors just because Randy was a little drunk and being a jerk.

Later on that night, the lights on the pool deck glistened as Suzanne and Arlene carried dirty dishes into the kitchen. 

"Listen," Suzanne said, "I noticed that Randy was getting familiar with his hands. I'd just like to apologize. He gets a little full of himself sometimes." 

"Don't worry about it," Arlene said, and kissed Suzanne lightly on the lips. "Besides, you're in California now. Everything's a little different out here."

They both laughed and walked back out to the pool, where the two men were standing by the hot tub, as the spa jets started up.

"Suzanne, your hot tub needs to be cleaned and filled, so I've offered you and Randy the use of ours until yours is ready. Anytime, just come over and jump in." Phil said.

"Thanks," Suzanne said, "I couldn't think of anything nicer right now than a good soak after a day of unpacking. But I couldn't find a bathing suit if my life depended on it."

"That's certainly not a problem," Arlene offered. "I'll lend you one of mine, if you want."

"Er…" Suzanne paused. "The bottoms will work, but there's no way I can wear your top."

"Oh, horseshit," Arlene laughed. "You're pretty close to me. I'll show you."

With that, Arlene pulled the snug top over her head and in one swift motion, reached behind and unclasped her bra. She stood next to Suzanne, her naked breasts shining white, illuminated by the moving prisms of the hot tub bubbles. She turned to Suzanne with an inviting look on her face.

"Well?" Arlene said.

"Honey, I don't think that's what they mean when they talk about a neighborhood welcoming committee," Phil said.

The four of them erupted in laughter and Suzanne said, "Well, you showed me yours, I guess I've gotta show you mine."

That said, Suzanne peeled her dress over her head, before she had even realized that she was only in her underwear. When she realized what she had done, Suzanne lifted her dress and held it in front of her hips.

"See, I'm only a little bigger, but your have a great shape," Arlene said, walking over and pressing her breasts against Suzanne's. "And don't worry about the bathing suit. We never wear them in the spa. The bleach just ruins them." Smiling, Arlene unzipped her short skirt and tugged the tight fabric down around her hips until it lay limp on the deck. In another swift motion, she hooked her flimsy panties with her thumbs and in another instant, stood naked next to Suzanne. She reached over and took the dress that was serving as a protective shield from Suzanne's hand and tossed it aside. 

"All right!" hooted Randy, with a lecherous laugh that echoed across the deck. He began stripping off his clothes, followed by Phil. Soon, Suzanne was the only one out of the spa and with any clothes remaining on.

"Oh, what the hell, we're in California now," she said, smiling at Arlene. She peeled off her panties and slipped into the hot tub, settling in next to Randy. As she sat in the soothing waters, she could feel the strains and the kinks of the day melt away. She closed her eyes and relaxed as the group chatted away. Soon the talk had died away and Suzanne opened her eyes to see that Phil and Arlene were getting pretty amorous on the other side of the spa. Phil was rubbing Arlene's full breasts as they kissed, and Suzanne could tell that below the bubbling surface of the water, Arlene's hand was hard at work on Phil's cock. She and Randy looked at each other in silence and turned back to watch the show.

Arlene stood up and Suzanne could see Arlene's, large hard nipples responding to the cool night air, the water dripping from her tanned body. Suzanne wasn't sure if it was envy over Arlene's beauty or lust causing a lump in her throat. Arlene smiled back at her as if reading her thoughts and sat down on the edge of the spa, her round ass cheeks perched on the edge of the spa, her feet dangling in the churning water. She lay back and spread her legs wide. Suzanne could see clearly into Arlene's open sex, noting that the woman was shaved bald between her legs. Her swollen vaginal lips had parted and were open, as if in invitation. Based on what she could see, Suzanne was oddly thinking to herself that Arlene's vaginal slit was a rather generous one and when Phil stood up she could see why. Clearly Arlene did not suffer from a lack of steady marital attention. He had a sturdy eight-inch cock that wagged about in the cool night air as Phil leaned over and pressed his mouth onto Arlene's spread opening. Suzanne started to stand and announce their leaving, but Randy grabbed her arm, gesturing for her to remain seated and watch the show the neighbors were putting on.

Phil worked his tongue around into Arlene's slit and soon she was shaking and moaning on the deck surface. Phil straightened and in a swift lunge, drove his erect cock deep into Arlene's hot opening. 

"Ahhhh," both Arlene and Suzanne simultaneously gasped, one in pleasure, the other in empathy.

Suzanne watched in awe as she saw Phil's hard member push aside the tender folds of Arlene's vaginal lips and disappear into the moist gash. Suzanne had never seen another couple have sex before. Oh, sure, she seen the occasional soft-core video, but here it was, live, five feet from her face. She could see Arlene gently lift her hips on each downward thrust to allow deeper penetration. 

"Do it, baby, fuck my hot cunt. Yes, fuck me!" Suzanne heard Arlene moan.

Suzanne continued to watch in rapt attention as Phil pounded away, thrusting his glistening cock between his wife's legs and into her dripping cleft. Suzanne felt like she was going to die from embarrassment, yet at the same time couldn't take her eyes away from the fucking couple. She was struck by the uninhibited passion of the pair. There was a dazzling beauty to the erotic vision, the flashing lights and the steaming water. Suzanne had never thought of herself as a voyeur, but this had to be the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed. 

Soon, both Arlene and Phil let out a pleasurable moan and Suzanne could tell by Phil's body twitching, his clenched ass cheeks and erratic jerks that he had just pumped the juices of his orgasm into Arlene's cunt. The red head had obviously also had one terrific orgasm, as she now lay limp on the deck, her husband pulling his semi-erect cock out of her pink folds. A long, spidery strand of cum clung from the head of his cock. Smiling, Phil slipped back into the spa.

"Damn, she's hot," Phil said, with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, say, listen, I'm sorry," Phil said, picking up on Suzanne's embarrassment. "We didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that sometimes Arlene and I get started and don't even think about stopping. And most of our friends here are so jaded, that this is pretty tame stuff."

"Oh, don't think a thing about it, we're into a lot of wild stuff" Randy lied, taking Suzanne by the hand and rising from the hot liquid of the tub.

"Well, I see someone wasn't too embarrassed by it," Arlene said smiling, now sitting up on the edge of the spa. She was looking at Randy's stiff cock, flopping wildly as he climbed up the small steps and onto the deck.

"Listen, we're going to head home," Suzanne said, bending down and kissing Arlene on the cheek. "We had a great time, really, it's just been a long day."

"Well, you guys have a good time tonight," Arlene called playfully after them, as they quickly tugged on their clothes over their wet bodies and hustled back to their house full of unpacked boxes.

And Arlene had been right. They had a great time that night. Suzanne could not recall a more passionate night of fucking at any time in their marriage. They started on the living room floor, had sex on the kitchen counter, and ended up spilling and tossing boxes off of the unmade bed, to fuck on the bare mattress. It was obvious that the neighbors act had stirred Randy as much as it had her. They were both on fire. She was so hot, she fucked like a wild woman. She had been unable to get enough pleasure it seemed, until they both fell asleep from exhaustion at four in the morning. Well, she thought just before she dropped off to sleep, this didn't make up for seven years of spousal neglect, but it was sure a good start. Maybe California would be great for them after all.


A Wife in Venice California Pt. 1



The next morning, Randy set off early to visit the local banks and talk about business loans, while Suzanne continued the unpacking. She floated through the morning still in the haze of bliss from the incredible sex last night. In the bedroom, she laughed aloud at the overturned boxes around the bed, the contents spilled all over the floor. Smiling, she began to pick up one of Randy office boxes, stuffing the contents back in. While she would let him put his things away, she'd just get them off of the floor. A sealed, brown envelope in a box of files from the old office caught her eye. It was unusual, but not because it was still sealed and had never been opened. 

No, this envelope was unusual because of the writing on the outside. "To Randy" it read and had a large heart drawn on it, in handwriting that was obviously not Randy's, but clearly feminine. She pulled the gummed envelope flap open and dumped the contents onto the bed. The note inside said it all. "Something to remember me by," and was signed "Denise." The note rested among a handful of photos, all of Denise, Randy's former blonde bimbo secretary. Randy had hired Denise over Suzanne's objections and always made a point of keeping the two of them separate at the office. Now, looking at the photos, she knew why Randy always made such a fuss about never letting Denise and Suzanne alone in the same room. 

Suzanne starred at the photos of Denise. In the pictures, the secretary was nude, her huge tits prominent and massive. Some photos showed Denise with a cock in her mouth, and some were close-ups of a penis filling her vagina. Suzanne even saw a close up photo of a cock stuffed into Denise's anus! Suzanne's heart sank as she recognized the male's penis and body in the photos. It was the same cock she had had such a wonderful, lust filled spree with just hours ago.

"Bastard," Suzanne murmured to herself.

3

Over the next two weeks, things had certainly not gone as smoothly as Randy Watson had expected. Randy had gone out seeking the capital so start up the electronics business he'd been so successful at before. But bank after bank had flatly rejected his loan application. They looked at his mortgage payment on the huge mansion he'd chosen to buy, the lease payment on the Mercedes, and the fact that he had no collateral. And they all came back with the same answer. The answer was no, time and time again. And with no inventory and no established office, none of the prospective clients would even see him. 

Randy sensed that his failure was clearly weighing on Suzanne, too. While she had made a list of prospective clients for him, clearly something was wrong. Suzanne was just not her old supportive and helpful self. Not since that great night of sex following the scene in the hot tub with Phil and Arlene. So when Phil's invitation to dinner came, Randy jumped at it, hoping that maybe a little fun and excitement with the neighbors was in store. He would dearly love to fuck Arlene, he thought to himself. He had even spent some time daydreaming, trying to figure out a way to pull it off, so that neither Phil nor Suzanne would know about it. He was sure Arlene would jump at a chance to fuck him. He was, after all, quite a hunk, he thought to himself. His gorgeous body intertwined with hers – now that would be a sight for all to see. 

But the evening turned out to be pretty tame. Soon, Randy slumped back into his misery and despair over his financial woes as the evening progressed. He tried to keep his end of the dinner conversation going, but his mind swirled with problems. His first house payment was looming and he didn't have an inkling of income on the horizon. Especially now that the banks had all rejected his loan request. Desperation was creeping into his whole demeanor.

"Buddy, I have to tell you that you don't look too good. What's wrong?" Phil said to him, as they sat in Phil and Arlene's living room. 

"Listen, Phil," Randy said secretively, not wanting the girls to overhear. "I know we haven't know each other very long, but I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor. And I really hate to ask this."

"Well, ask away. If I can, I will," Phil said, obviously confused about Randy's secretive manner.

"Could you… could you make me a loan? I swear I'll pay it back in three weeks. As soon as I buy the materials, I can sell it and pay you back from the ordering fees. Three weeks tops," Randy pushed, his natural confidence and salesmanship beginning to flow now. "And there's no risk here. You'll get it back in three week with interest."

"Interest? Don't be silly, I wouldn't charge you interest," Phil said. "So how much do you need?"

"I need one hundred thousand, but I could get by with eighty thousand. Eighty thousand dollars would get me on my feet and going. And no risk for you, it's a sure thing. And for just three weeks," Randy urged.

"Wow, eighty thousand," Phil whistled. "That's a lot of money. I know you say there's no risk, but do you have any collateral? I'm in real estate, so I can guess how bad the house is mortgaged."

"And a second mortgage," Randy embarrassedly added.

"How about the car?" Phil said.

"It's leased," Randy said.

"No stocks? Bonds?" Phil asked.

"Nothing," Randy answered jokingly. "The only thing I've got is Suzanne. How about her as collateral?"

"Pardon?" Phil asked, somewhat confused.

"Why not! I could use Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, now serious. "She could help, cook, clean, anything. You could even… you know, enjoy her a little" Randy said with a wink. "But, see, that won't really matter, because you'll get you're money back in three weeks."

Randy could see that Phil was perplexed, but interested.

"You could have her for a month, if I didn't pay it back at the end of the three weeks," Randy pushed.

"Eighty thousand dollars for a month's worth of cooking and cleaning is awfully pricey, even for California," Phil said.

"Hell, let's say that you could do whatever you want to with her, because after three weeks you'll get the money back. Guaranteed!" Randy urged.

"Eighty thousand dollars," Phil softly pondered aloud. "And for three weeks…."

"And Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, knowing that he was really close to getting the loan.

"Eighty thousand dollars," Phil repeated to himself "And for three weeks…. and Suzanne as collateral, working for one month…"

"Yep. Or whatever," Randy said, smiling. "How about it?"

"Randy, this is a little weird, but I think I may take your loan. But we'll have to put it in writing and Suzanne would have to agree to it," Phil said.

"Oh, shit!" thought Randy, to himself. "There goes the loan!" Suzanne would never agree to anything this wild.

Phil got out some paper and after several minutes of writing, paused.

"So it says here that we can do whatever we want with Suzanne. No limits," Phil said, studying the paper.

"Well, you can't kill her or anything, but hell, you can write down there that you can shave her head and paint her green, if you want to. Because none of it will really happen. In three weeks, you'll get all your money back," Randy said.

"Suzanne, can you and Arlene come in her for a second," Phil said, calling to the women in the kitchen.

Within minutes, Phil had explained the terms of the loan to the stunned wives. Randy could see that Suzanne was really upset. As Phil went back over the terms, he could see a stream of tears streaking her face. When Phil stopped, he saw Suzanne turn to Randy, a cold stare on her face.

"You would really ask me to do this? You would use me as collateral for a loan?" she said coldly, her tears stopped now.

"Honey," Randy said, trying to sooth her feeling and get her to agree to the deal. "It's really just bullshit. It's never going to happen. In three weeks, Phil and Arlene get their money back and the business is off and running."

"Randy, can we add one more thing in, just for Suzanne?" Phil interrupted. "Can we put in here that if you fail to repay in time, any company assets resulting from the loaned money belong to Suzanne?"

"Phil, you can write anything on there that you want to," replied Randy. "Because it's not going to happen. In three weeks, you get your money. Guaranteed!"

All eyes turned to Suzanne. Randy saw a pained look on his wife's face before she spoke to him.

"You would really ask me to do this?" Suzanne said, and following Randy's nod of assurance said, "Where do I sign?" 

4 The three weeks whizzed past at a furious rate as Randy scrambled to convert parts to products, and products to sales. He knocked on doors, phoned clients and spent every waking hour struggling to get the business working. But soon it became evident even to him that he was never going to be able to repay the money. So at the end of the three weeks, he and Suzanne stood nervously in front of Phil and Arlene's, as the front door swung open.

"Suzanne, are you sure about this?" Phil asked, Arlene on his arm.

"I signed it, and I'm as good as my word," Suzanne said coldly and impassively. She stepped over the threshold, never looking back. Waves of nausea gripped Randy as the door shut in his face.

A week and a half later, Randy was gleeful when he got a call from Phil inviting him over for a drink. He hadn't heard a word from Suzanne and this would give him a chance to see her and apologize. Phil greeted him at the door and soon they were chatting and laughing by the pool, as if the loan had never existed.

"Say, is Suzanne around? I'd really love to see her," Randy asked.

"Suzanne? No, she's out," replied Phil. "Say, can I get you a drink?"

Randy nodded and Phil lifted a wireless handset from the deck table and said, "Suzette, please bring our guest a drink."

Randy and Phil continued chatting until Randy heard the sound of high heels on the deck coming up from behind him. He turned to take the drink from the maid, but stopped, frozen by what he beheld. There was Suzanne in a scanty French maid's outfit. Only he wasn't sure it was really Suzanne. Her hair was jet black and had been cut short in a pageboy. The maid outfit Suzanne was wearing was outrageous. The short ruffled skirt barely covered Suzanne's naked ass as she walked over. Randy would see that his wife's dark pubic hair had been shaved, and her exposed cunt was clearly visible below the ruffled hemline. Her long slim legs were covered in black hose as she delicately walked over on high, black patent stiletto heels.

The tight fitting satin bodice wrapped snugly around Suzanne's waist and torso, but stopped under her totally exposed breasts, framed by the under wiring of the maid's outfit corselet. But his real shock came as he stared at her naked breasts. Her beautiful, firm, round breasts now sported thick, stainless steel nipple rings in her newly pierced nipples. Suzanne proudly stuck out her breasts and lifted her head as the small maid's cap rested on her shining black hair. She started to set the drinks down on the deck table but was stopped by Phil.

"Suzette," Phil said, "didn't you forget to wipe off the table before you put down our drinks?

"Oh, yes, sir," Suzanne said smiling, and turned around, sticking out her ass. As she bent over, Randy could see that a feather duster attached to a pink butt plug was lodged into Suzanne's anus. Still smiling, she wiggled her ass, and brushed off the table and then set the drinks down, intentionally bending close to Randy with her protruding tits.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" Suzanne said to Phil in her most seductive voice.

"No thank you, Suzette, that's all," Phil said, as the two men watched Suzanne walk back into the house, her naked ass wriggling from beneath the short, flouncing skirt. The feathers from the duster swished from side to side as she walked away.

Randy was stunned and speechless. He stared after his wife, his mouth open, fumbling for words.

"My God, that's Suzanne!" he stammered. "You said she wasn't here."

"Suzanne's not here tonight, Randy," said Phil. "That's Suzette. And tomorrow Suzanne will have another name and other duties."

"Like what?" Randy snapped back, his anger rising.

"Just relax, Randy," Phil replied. "You signed your wife over to us for a month and we haven't made her do anything she didn't want to do. So you can leave now if you have any objections. Or I call the cops and have you removed." 

"Other duties…like what?" Randy asked again, now softly like a scolded child.

"Do you really want to know? Better give it some thought before you answer. I'd suggest that you not ask and just gratefully welcome her home at the end of the month," Phil warned.

"Like what?" Randy murmured, now barely audible.

"Okay," Phil said. He picked up the wireless intercom again and spoke. "Suzette, would you please tell my wife that we'll be in the entertainment room. And Suzette, please bring a fresh round of drinks and meet us there." A garbled reply came back.

"Come on," Phil said, standing and heading into the house.

Phil led Randy through the house and downstairs into the large entertainment room. Suzanne was already waiting in the room, standing stiffly along the wall, a tray of drinks in her hands. A large projection screen covered the far wall of the room as Phil and Randy slipped down into the large chairs facing the screen. Randy could not take his eyes off of his wife, standing silently off to the side. Suddenly, Randy saw Arlene sweep into the room. She wore a gold backless, halter dress that was split all the way up the front to her waist. As she walked, the generous opening of the dress revealed the tops of Arlene's stocking anchored by what appeared to Randy to be a gold garterbelt and no underwear. The narrow strips of the halter-top barely covered Arlene's ample breasts, and really served only to conceal her protruding nipples. The remainder of her luscious breasts were totally exposed and for a brief moment Randy's mind moved away from Suzanne as Arlene slipped into an empty chair next to him.

"Suzette, we'll have our drinks now," Arlene said, and Suzanne stepped over with the tray. 

As Suzanne served each person, she bent over from the waist and dramatically stuck her bare ass out for all to see. Randy could see that the butt plug had been removed from Suzanne's asshole, but he could see the glistening remains of some lubricant. He could see that the tight puckered ring of her anus was still stretched and dilated, forming a small open O. As Suzanne finished serving the drinks, she started back to her spot along the wall.

"Oh, Suzette," Phil said, interrupting her. "We thought we'd watch a video for entertainment tonight. Would you like to pick one from your collection?"

"Certainly, sir," Suzanne said and crossed over to a stack of four tapes on a nearby shelf. She studied the assortment for a second, selected one and popped it into the VCR. As the giant screen started to flicker from the image, Randy saw his wife move back to the wall.

The image on the giant screen brightened and it was obvious to Randy that they were watching someone's home video. Confused for a second, Randy stared at the screen before realizing that the room shown in the video was Phil and Arlene's living room upstairs. Randy could see men milling about the room and then moving to seats. Arlene appeared in the middle of the room and Randy could hear her despite the poor quality of the recording. 

"Boys, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is SuzieQ and she's new in town," Randy heard Arlene say.

Then Randy's heart stopped when he saw Suzanne come into the room filled with men. She had on a blonde wig, styled in a way that reminded him of someone. Who, he wondered, staring at the screen. "Oh, shit!" he thought to himself. "She looks just like Denise." Randy didn't know if there was anything to it or not but he certainly did not like what he was seeing. Suzanne was wearing a red vinyl mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, red stockings and bright red spike heels. She wore a black see through blouse and no bra underneath as her round tits jutted out under the sheer fabric. 

A huge lump formed in his throat as he watched his wife parade around the room, kissing and flirting with the seated men. He saw eager hands slide up her long legs and disappear under her short skirt, Suzanne wriggling her ass, as fingers filled her openings. She smiled and moved on to others around the room, stepping from area to area, as reaching hands mauled and groped her body. Soon, every man in the room had his cock out and in hand, as Suzanne calmly announced, "So, is there any hot stud here who would like to fuck me?"

With that, she unzipped the tiny skirt and let it fall to the floor. Watching the video, Randy had never realized how beautiful his wife's legs really were, as she stood in the center of the room full of men, wearing only a red garterbelt, hose and heels. He watched the screen as his wife walked over to one of the seated men, step over and straddled the man, and then look about the room. "Would you like to see this fat cock go into my hot little cunt?" Randy heard his wife ask, as she flashed smiles at the men in the room. He heard the VCR audio explode with a boisterous reply and watched as his lovely wife lifted the man's rigid cock upward and slipped it between her legs. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto the stiff penis and began pumping up and down in the man's lap.

"Ahhhh, yes," Randy heard her moan. "Fill me with that hot cock!" Then he heard more deep moans of pleasure from the man as he pumped long strokes deep into Suzanne. The picture froze as Randy looked over to see Phil pushing a button on the VCR remote.

"Suzette," Phil directed, "Come over here and sit on my cock while we enjoy the video."

"Yes, sir," Suzanne answered, and slowly walked over to Phil, now with his trousers open and his erect cock lying flat on his stomach as he slouched back into the chair. Randy watched as his wife walked over to his neighbor, turned around and slowly lowered herself on Phil's rigid cock. The two of them began slowly pumping away as Randy could hear the moist sounds of Phil's cock sliding in and out of his wife soaked pussy.

"Ahhh," that's better now," Phil said with a smile as Suzanne rocked away in his lap. "Now, where were we?" he said, and hit the remote button and the video started again. Randy was now bewildered, unsure of whether to saw his wife fucking Phil or to watch her in the video. His eyes drifted back to the screen.

Randy saw the screen fill with a sudden flurry of action as men leapt up, pressing their hard cocks toward Suzanne's now gaping mouth. He watched as she selected one from the several jammed near her face and wrapped her red lips around it. With consummate skill, he saw his wife slide her mouth up and down the entire length of the man's hard cock while she bounced up and down on the stiff meat beneath her. Randy looked at the sight of his wife's round ass filling the huge wall screen. His eyes drifted just below her curved butt and focused on the sight of his wife's cunt, dripping and vibrant as it seemed to swallow the man's large cock with each thrust.

"Afraid our videography wasn't very good on this one. We had a little trouble getting really good close ups. It was one of our first times and we've improved a lot since then. In fact, we now have a company come in and shoot them. Get much better quality. And when we have ten of them, we'll sell the series," Phil said rasply, as he pumped slowly into Suzanne, nearly drowned out by groaning sounds of the video.

"Sell them!" Randy said panicked, breaking his attention away from the screen.

"Yes," Phil replied calmly. "Arlene and I are out eighty thousand dollars and we have to get it back however we can."

"But you can't," Randy whined in protest.




A Wife in Venice California Pt. 1



"Whatever we want, remember. You signed it," Phil said, his breathing strained.

Randy's eyes drifted back to the screen where he saw Suzanne sitting atop another man, riding hard on his bucking hips, while another man prepared to enter her ass.

"So, SuzieQ, how would you like for me to stick my cock in you tight little asshole?" Randy heard the man say, as he wormed two fingers in and out of Suzanne's puckered rectum, stretching her out.

"Ooooooooooo, yes!" she purred, pulling a rigid cock out of her mouth to reply. "Yes, fuck me in my hot ass. I love to take it up the ass. Especially if I can do it and get double fucked at the same time."

Randy was now cold, clammy and soaked in sweat as he watched his wife rock forward and offer her tiny, pink anal ring to the man. He had never had anal sex with Suzanne. She had never been the least bit interested in it. Apparently, until now. He saw the man press the head of his dick against her sensitive rubbery opening, and swallowed hard as he saw the man's cock head pop into her rectum.

"Uuuuuh," he heard her grunt, as he saw the rest of the man's stiff member begin to slide deep into her bowels. "Oooohhh, yes," he heard Suzanne say. "Fuck me deep. Fuck me deep in the ass. Pleeeeassse."

He sat shaking now as he watched the two men sandwiched around his wife, thrusting madly into her writhing body. She had a third man's cock in her mouth and was being tossed about as hips pushed into her from all direction. After watching a few more minutes, Randy could tell that the men in her ass and cunt were about to cum.

"Yes! Do it! Shoot it in me!" Suzanne screamed, as the men on the screen pumped away filling her with semen. Randy could see the camera zoom in and focus on Suzanne's asshole as the man's hard cock pulled out and shoot two remaining milky streams of cum into the gaping opening of his wife's ass, stretched and wide open from the vacated cock. The camera seemed to peer all the way down into her back opening at just the right moment as a wave of creamy semen boiled up from inside and spilled out of her ass, the first part of the man's orgasm.

Randy couldn't take any more. He leapt up and started for the door.

"Oh, don't go yet," he heard Phil say. "We haven't even gotten to the really good part yet. Suzette, wasn't there something you wanted to give Randy?"

Randy stopped instantly. Afraid to turn he heard his wife say, "Yes, there is."

Suzanne stood up still straddling Phil as a long stream of cum dripped from her cunt and fell back onto Phil's naked thighs. Suzanne stepped over Phil and walked to the stack of videos. She pulled one out and walked back to Randy, handing him the videocassette.

"Here, sir, you should find this one particularly interesting," Suzanne said, with a forced smile.

Continued in A Wife in Venice California: Part Two



A Wife in Venice California Pt. 2



WARNING! 

This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT.NOW!!!! 

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This material is Copyright. © AnnabelleandJay 2002.All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter 5 

Randy ran back to the house, pausing only to throw the videocassette into the trashcan, before going in. He sat down on the sofa in the darkened living room, devastated and depressed and soon he started to drink. Drinking would help him cope, he thought. Drinking would help him forget. After two bottles of vodka and two hours of sulking in the dark, Randy was still unable to forget. He sat sprawled on the hardwood floor, drunk, besotted, and unable to stand up. Erotic, fantastic images danced on the walls of the darkened room. Huge penises swirled around the room, images of breasts pierced through the nipples. He saw his wife's face, her eyes, and her lips. He saw her lips open and a massive cock plunge deep into her throat. 

From outside, he could hear it calling. "I'm here. I'm here," he could make out the sounds. A whisper. An invitation. A call. "Come get me."

It was the damned videotape Suzanne had handed to him. Despite throwing it in the trashcan, he had spent the last hour thinking about it. Somewhere in the blurred recesses of his brain, he wondered what more it would reveal about his wife. He couldn't take it any longer. Randy struggled to his feet and staggered out of the front door, and started down the stairs, only to fall, face first on the lawn. He tried to stand again, but fell twice more in the process and now had resorted to crawling. He pulled his knees up under him and crawled around the side of the house to the trashcans, stopping only twice, both times to vomit. 

Digging around in the trashcan, Randy knew he had reached the depth of his misery. Overtaken by the smell of the garbage, he vomited again. Then, once more, he dove back into the trash, until, at last, he retrieved the discarded videocassette. His drunken mind was now captive, held hostage to the obsession of watching the tape, seeing Suzanne, his beautiful wife Suzanne, on the television screen.

Back inside the house, Randy pushed the cassette into the player and the screen brightened. There was Suzanne, standing in front of the camera. Her long brown hair fell loosely around her face. She was wearing the same gold evening dress that Arlene had worn earlier that very night. Randy could see that Suzanne, like Arlene, wore a gold garter belt and the outrageous front slit of the dress separated it all the way up to her waist, revealing that she was panty less. Her vagina glistened with her trimmed mat of dark pubic hair. The dress hid no more of Suzanne's breasts than it had of Arlene's earlier. Her swollen mounds were totally exposed, except for the narrow swath of fabric running up over her nipples and closing around behind her neck. Her makeup was heavy, almost whorish, Randy thought.

Randy could tell from the hard look on her face that this would not be pleasant as Suzanne spoke directly to the camera.

"Randy, now that I know the kind of woman you like, it will make it a lot easier for me to pay off our debt to Phil and Arlene."

Suzanne lifted up a pair of scissors and whacked off several lengths of her long brown hair and continued until she had cut it all to shoulder length. She reached over and pulled on a blonde wig, the same wig he had seen her wear in the video as Suzy Q. She adjusted the wig onto her head and spoke again to the camera.

"You see, Randy, I know all about you and Denise," she said holding several of the photos up to the camera. "So, if you like fucking bimbos, I thought I'd give it a try and spend some of this month taking bimbo lessons. That's among other things I'll be doing for Phil and Arlene."

Randy was dumbstruck. He looked at Suzanne on the screen and thought that if she'd triple the size of her tits, she would look exactly like Denise. The wig was amazing in creating the resemblance. 

"So, enjoy the show," she said with a pregnant smile and blew him a kiss. The screen went to black, stayed that way for several seconds and the image flickered up. The camera was in a hotel room, the large king size bed dominating the picture. Randy could hear the door of the room open and voices as people entered. The Suzanne was being pulled, violently dragged in front of the camera. She was dressed as she had appeared earlier, blonde wig, gold evening dress, no panties, and gold high heels. Except Randy could see that Suzanne's pubic hair was now shaved completely off as she stood in front of the camera. A tall, black man stood next to her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and was firmly holding her. Immediately, two more black men came on screen as all four of them walked over to the bed.

"So, fellas," one of the black men said, "I think it's time this white slut had her first taste of big, black cock, don't you?"

"I heard that," one answered quickly. Within seconds, all three of the men had pulled their clothes off and were naked. Large, dangling black cocks filled the screen as Randy watched his wife try and struggle to get away. One of the naked men grabbed her and laughed.

Suzanne was pulled next to the bed and one of the men reached behind her neck, unsnapping the dress's halter top, allowing the top to fall and drape down around her ankles. She struggled slightly as the man next to her tightened his grip. He pulled roughly on the dress and it all tore away from her body and onto the floor. She was wearing only the gold garterbelt and stockings now. Her firm, round tits protruded out, her nipples aroused and erect, as she threw back her shoulders in defiance. 

"This is one crazy bitch. She must be looking for the fucking of a lifetime. And I think we can deliver it," said the black man who had stripped her.

The three black men laughed simultaneously as another said, "Bitch, you are one hot slut. You ain't never gonna forget the fucking you gonna get tonight. We knew that's what you wanted when you come into a black man's club dressed like this. Then you get out on the floor and start dancin' around, shakin' that fine ass of yours. You looking to get fucked really bad."

"I'm sorry. I just like to dance. I didn't mean anything. Please, just let me go," she said. 

With that, large hands reached out and grabbed Suzanne, roughly dragging her down onto the bed. She instantly was set upon by one of the men who began kissing her, while a second began rubbing and sucking her aroused nipples. The third man forced his body between her legs and spread her wide apart. He was stroking his huge cock with one hand while he held one of Suzanne's leg up with the other.

"Ooooo," she said, breaking the kiss with a feigned struggle to talk to the man between her legs, "look at the size of that black monster. Please don't. I can't get all that in my little cunt."

"Suzie Q, by the time we get through with you tonight, there won't be nothin' little about your cunt," one said.

Randy watched the screen as the black man stroked what appeared to be twelve inches of hard, black cock just before he slammed it into Suzanne's pouting cunt lips. Her muffled screams were lost, covered by the other man's mouth pressing tightly onto hers. The black man between her legs started slowly pumping, the entire length of his giant erection glistening as it slid easily into her and out again. She tried to squirm, but large hands held her tight.

"That's right, slut," he said. "You gonna take all of this and then beg us for more."

Suzanne's squirming died down as the man thrust his cock deep into her opening. Randy could see that she was clearly beginning to respond to the enormous cock impaled inside her cunt. She began to work her hips, pumping them faster now, meeting the man's thrusts with equal passion. Randy watched as his wife soon began bucking wildly, as the giant black cock plowed in and out of Suzanne's dripping cunt.

"Yeah, that's right, bitch," the man with his cock in her said. "You love that big black cock, don't ya, whore? Don't ya?"

But Suzanne couldn't answer. The man, who had been kissing her, had her head pressed back, flat onto the bed, and his hips thrusting into her face. Randy could see that the guy was literally fucking Suzanne's mouth, driving roughly against her face with each thrust. He smashed against her, burying her nose into his black pubic hair, as he shoved his long cock deep down her throat. 

Randy sat in front of the television, totally hypnotized by the scene in front of him. Three black men were fucking his wife and she was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Thinking about it, he had never seen his wife come before. He always closed his eyes, lost in his own climax. Now, for the first time he was watching his wife have an orgasm. The black man who earlier had his cock stuffed deep into Suzanne's mouth, now held his long cock in his hand and was ejaculating on her face. Streams of sticky, white semen spewed from the bulbous head of his cock and fell into the her open mouth. Cum strands coated her mouth and face as she licked and swallowed, working to devour as much of the torrent as she could catch.

"Ummmmm, that's sooo good!" Suzanne moaned. "Sooooooo GOOOOOOOODD! YEEESSSS!! SHOOOT IT IN MEEEE!! PUMP THAT BLACK CUM IN MY PUSSY!!!" she shrieked, and started shaking and jerking, as her first orgasm overtook her.

Randy could see Suzanne's mouth fall open and her eyes roll back and close as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. The black man between her legs was straining and grunting as she thrashed beneath him, his ass cheeks hard and clenched as he pumped his juice deep into her.

"Yeah, you really like black cock, don't ya bitch?" the man said, pulling his throbbing cock out of Suzanne's now gaping hole. He grabbed his still rigid cock and slapped it several times against Suzanne's cunt, causing several gleaming droplets to cum to fly from the head of his cock.

"Don't ya, slut!" he demanded.

"Yes," Suzanne answered, still gasping for air and lapping at the covering of semen dripping from her mouth. "Yes, I'm just a blonde slut, who loves black cock. Please, I want more," she begged.

The man who had been kissing and mauling her tender tits, drug her body up off of the bed and pulled Suzanne back down on top of him, as he now lay on his back.

"You never been lipped fucked by a black man, have you bitch? Well you about to be. All you white bitches love it. Now turn around!" he ordered.

Randy was in pain as he watched the screen. He felt guilty about the incredible erection in his pants as he had watched this pseudo-rape of his wife. Making it worse was that fact that she was obviously loving it, coming like some cheap whore as she orgasmed from the black cock in her. He quickly stripped his pants and shirt off and now stood naked in the dark room, in front of the glowing television, stroking his stiff member and watching his wife on the screen.

Suzanne shifted herself and was now sitting backwards on top the man, straddling his hips and facing directly into the camera. Randy could see the first man's cum beginning to drip and run from Suzanne's swollen, pink labia.

"Now take my cock, bitch, and press it between your fat cunt lips," he instructed. 

Suzanne did as she was told and pushed the rigid giant black rod deep between her vaginal folds. As she wedged the massive penis into her sex folds, her swollen cunt lips spread apart and wrapped around the black pole.

"Okay, slut, you gonna fuck up and down on my dick and rub it against that hot clit of yours. See, you ain't never done this cause you never had a big, black dick to do it with. Little, tiny white dicks ain't never gonna do no good lip fuckin'," he said. " Now get bouncin', bitch."

Randy watched as Suzanne did as told. Suzanne begin to push and grind her hips up and down, pressing the 14 inch cock hard against her cunt lips, spreading them wide as she began to ride. While the giant black cock never went inside her, she rode it's entire length, pressing it firmly between her spread pussy lips, the cum inside her providing even more juice to the slippery pit between her legs. Soon it was obvious that the grinding friction of the rigid black cock against her clit was leading her to yet another orgasm. Suzanne's tit's bounced and jiggled as she violently began to rock her body.

"That's it bitch! Fuck that cock," the black man exhorted, now gripped by the frenzy of the beautiful blonde sliding on his pole.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" they both seemed to scream at the same time, as the huge dick that pressed deep between Suzanne's spread slit exploded, sending jets of milky cum up into the air and falling onto her sweating stomach.

Randy stared at the screen and deep into his wife's passion contorted face, as her body shook from the pleasure. He watched his wife's abdomen muscles shake and contract in spasms, her body jolted by shock after shock from her over stimulated clit. Randy stroked his hard penis and watched with fascination as the other two black men lifted his limp wife off of the bed and onto her feet, directly in front of the camera.

"All right, hold her," one of them ordered. "I want to do this before the others get here."

At that, one man slipped behind the exhausted Suzanne, forced his massive arms over hers and pulled her arms back behind her back. With her arms pinned behind her back, Suzanne's firm breasts stuck erotically straight out towards the camera.

"I told you slut that you'd never forget this night. So now we gonna mark you so there won't be no doubt. Cause I can tell, you gonna be getting a lot of black cock after tonight," one of the men said, grabbing one of her breasts and pinching hard on her nipple.

"You scream and I'll make it really hurt. Now shut the fuck up!" he ordered. 

He produced a shiny object that Randy first thought to be a gun, but soon realized it was a tool for piercing. He watched as the black man pierced first one of his squirming wife's beautiful nipples and then the other. He saw the man open a brown envelope with a large heart drawn on it and take out two heavy stainless steel rings and roughly insert them into Suzanne's newly pierced nipples. Randy shook his head, trying the clear the alcohol from his brain. Those hoops! He'd seen them before. Those were the nipple rings Suzanne was wearing tonight in the maid outfit. What else? What else? There was something else in the picture, he thought! But his clouded brain couldn't grasp it. It was lost in the TV screen's swirling image as new motion filled the picture.

The three black men stripped Suzanne's stockings off and lifted her, sobbing and moaning, onto the bed. They then tied the stockings around each of her knees, pulled her legs back and apart, and tied the other end off to the hotel bed headboard. Then her hands were also tied above her head. Suzanne was now firmly tied to the bed, her legs hoisted up and apart, her hips were raised in the air as one on the men stuffed a pillow beneath her. The video image zoomed in and focused on Suzanne's swollen cunt lips as they filled the screen, dripping with cum. Suzanne was whimpering desperately now, but Randy couldn't tell if it was from the piercing or the impending new sexual assault, as four more blacks came into the hotel room and onto the TV screen. 

"Damn, man!" one of the newcomers shouted. "Look at that hot, white bitch. Looks like you boys already had some fun with that."

Oh, yeah," the one who had pierced Suzanne replied. "This one is a hot slut for black cock, no doubt about it. You boys just jump right in."

And Randy watched, as a procession of black men crawled between his wife's legs and savagely fucked her, while she remained tied to the bed. Soon the men tired of the process and one said, "Damn boys, we don't need to tie her. Jus' look at her. She wants us to fuck her." 

It was true, Randy could tell just looking at the screen. Suzanne was writhing on the bed, ankles in the air, moaning and lewdly thrusting her hips against some invisible cock. Flowing rivulets of semen now freely dripped from the stretched and gaping slit between her legs and spilled onto the bed.

"Oh, yes, please fuck me, all of you!" she groaned, and within seconds she was untied and on her knees in the bed, her ass sticking straight up in the air. Reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart, Suzanne offered invitingly, "Want to fuck me in my ass?"

Randy could see his wife's pink, puckered anal bud shining between her spread ass mounds as she slipped first one finger into her tight elastic ring and then another. "Well?" she said, now beginning to tilt her hips forward and back, working her two fingers deeper into her expanding asshole. "How about some of that black cock in my ass?"

Randy stroked his cock faster as a black man moved quickly up onto the bed, dipped his gigantic member into her sopping cunt and gathered some of the slippery juices onto his cock. Randy watched on the screen as the man pressed the swollen knob of the enormous ebony prick against his wife's puckered opening and jammed his cock deep into her ass. One thrust, two, and by the third time, the man's massive dick was buried to the hilt in Suzanne's ass.

"Yeeeeesssss, fuck my hot ass!! Pump your black cock deep in me!" she wailed.

Suzanne and the man bucked and pumped together as the bed was soon filled with the other men. Several black cocks soon began working in and out of Suzanne's mouth, one at a time, or occasionally both, filling her cheeks and causing her blonde head to snap abruptly to and fro. Another man had wriggled beneath Suzanne and with amazing ease, slipped a huge cock into her dripping cunt and soon was in a synchronous dance with the man above, double penetrating the hot white slut between them. The blonde was now brimming with black cock, one in her asshole, one in her cunt and two in her mouth.

The sight of blonde Suzanne, slut Suzanne, his wife Suzanne, stuffed with black cocks and moaning with pleasure was too much for Randy. He furiously pounded his rod into his fist as his seed shot forward and splattered onto the television screen. Streams of white, slippery goo dripped down the screen and onto the floor as Randy turned the tape off, unable to watch any more.

Chapter 6

The two weeks that followed were days and nights filled with misery for Randy. He no longer made the slightest effort to get the electronics company started. He simply gave up on the business. He either sat by the phone, hoping that Phil or Arlene would call and invite him over to see Suzanne again, or made a weak attempt at running, usually passing numerous times in front of his neighbor's drive. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of Suzanne. And he often did. He could see flashes of the blonde hair outside the house and around the pool. She had that damn blonde wig on, he thought, continually trying to remind him of his affair with Denise. 

Randy's decline into his drunken hell had all started that wretched night two weeks ago - that night of seeing his wife first as a French maid and then watching her in the videos. Those wretched videos, he thought to himself – those wretched…, no, those incredible videos, that were designed to punish him for cheating on Suzanne. And Suzanne's payback had been venomous. What would she do if she found out about all of the other women he'd cheated on her with, he wondered?

He remembered the first tape and the vision of his wife in that damn blonde wig fucking a group of men in Phil and Arlene's living room. And there was the second tape that Suzanne gave to him showing a staged rape of the bimbo Suzie Q by the black men in a hotel. That first night he had been unable to watch that tape all the way through. Since then he'd watched it hundreds of times, memorizing every expression of pleasure on his wife's face, every moan of passion she made, every thrust of black cock into her soft openings.




A Wife in Venice California Pt. 2



Now, with only three days left before Suzanne was to return home, he was reduced to glimpses of her in that damn blonde wig, and drinking until he passed out on the floor, the video playing over and over again. So when the phone rang, his heart skipped! Phil's voice boomed on the other end of the phone.

"Come on over for a drink," Randy heard the voice on the other end say. Randy's stomach began to churn perhaps from the alcohol, but he knew it was more in anticipation and fear. 

He arrived at Phil and Arlene's and soon found himself in the entertainment room alone with Phil. 

"Well, buddy, only three more days and you get your wife back. Bet you're excited about that. Hell of a month, huh?" Phil said, handing Randy a drink. 

"Yeah, hell of a month" Randy said, his words slurred from the booze. "So where is Suzanne? Can I see her?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? The girls are out working tonight. Said they'd be back late," Phil said.

"No, you didn't tell me," Randy said, his feelings sinking. 

He wasn't sure what he'd expected tonight. Another glimpse of Suzanne? Another exotic costume? Another video depicting another wild sexual escapade? He wasn't sure, but he only knew that he had been hoping for something from Suzanne – maybe a slight touch of forgiveness on the brink of her nearing return. Filled with disappointment, Randy's eyes drifted to the shelf where Suzanne had pulled the video of her and the black men. She'd taken it from a stack of four tapes. Randy had remembered how Phil said they were planning to sell the tapes to recoup the lost loan money. 

Randy's eyes floated up from the floor to the video shelf and froze at what he saw. At first he thought that his drunkenness was creating a blurred image. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his eyes. But no, it was real. There were eleven tapes sitting on the shelf!

Randy rose to his feet, and while in the back of his mind could he hear Phil blabbering on about something or other, he staggered across the room toward the shelf.

"Say, let me freshen your drink," Phil said, moving quickly to him and lifting his glass from his hand. In a second, Phil was back across the room and behind the bar, the sound of ice cubes ringing in Randy's ears. Randy reached out, grabbed a tape from the top of the stack of videos and crammed it down the front of his jeans, concealing the theft from Phil.

"Listen, Phil, I'm not feeling too hot, tonight. I'm gonna head back to the house. I'll see you tomorrow," Randy said, already quickly on his way out of the door with the video. 

The drunken trip up the stairs and through the neighbor's house quickly became a painful one for Randy. His cock had grown rock hard, and was crushing itself painfully against the tape in his pants. Halfway between his house and theirs, Randy pulled the pilfered tape out of his jeans and started to run.

In the house, Randy stripped naked, turned off all the lights and prepared himself for God knew what. The only thing that he did know was that he his cock had never been harder in his life. Thoughts of his beautiful wife in another pile of men filled his mind. He pushed the play button on the machine and the television screen danced to life in the darkened room. 

The image on the screen was blurred, a little out of focus it seemed to his drunken mind. The scene was in a bedroom, the large bed familiar to him. Yes, it was Phil and Arlene's bedroom! He'd seen it on several trips through the house. He'd even fantasized about fucking Arlene on that very bed, once. Then he saw Suzanne enter the room, blonde wig and all. Randy watched her come into the room in a tight, short pink dress and move around the room, taking special care to bend over several times for the camera, sticking her ass out toward the camera. It was obvious as she bent over, that she wore no panties, her tight asshole winking at the camera. Then she stood again and continued her exotic dance around the room.

"Wait, a minute!" Randy screeched, as he looked at the screen. Her tits, they were huge! Randy could see the massive breasts swelling and bouncing under the thin, tight knit pink dress.

"She's had a boob job!" he shouted. "My God, the bastards made her get bigger tits!!" 

At that moment, he saw another woman enter the room. She had identical blonde hair and wore an identical pink knit dress. With his mind reeling from the fact that his wife had just had her breasts enlarged, Randy couldn't determine who the second woman was. He watched as the two blondes pressed their bodies together, as slippery tongues flicked back and forth between the two beauties. Randy watched as both of them simultaneously reached down and pulled the tight body hugging dresses up over their round hips. Beautiful long legs and bare ass cheeks filled the screen. 

Moving fingers began sliding between parted legs. In his state of drunkenness, Randy thought that perhaps he was seeing a video trick, that Suzanne was fondling herself in a mirror. Or maybe it was some other weird video special effect. This was California, after all. Except for the fact that one of the women had huge breasts, they were identical, like twins, he thought. But Suzanne had no twin, or even sister for that matter. 

Still confused, Randy looked on as the scene heated up and Suzanne and the other woman started to undress each other. With their mouths and breasts pressed together, each grabbed the stretchy pink materials bunched at their waists and pulled the dresses the remainder of the way up over their heads. As the tight dress was pulled off over one woman's head, a blonde wig came off, revealing a tousle of short, black hair – Suzanne's hair. But Randy was unable to understand what he was seeing. The woman with the giant tits was not his wife, Suzanne. But she was certainly a real blonde. As the image came into crisp focus, it was clear that Suzanne had not had a boob job after all. So then, who was this other woman, Randy wondered? He felt sure that knew her. Had Arlene dyed her hair blonde for this lesbian video they were doing? 

Naked, Suzanne began rubbing and kissing the giant breasts jiggling in front of her as the camera zoomed in tighter on the women's passion. Yes, she was familiar, Randy thought. Those tits, that face, they were all…

"Oh, shit!" Randy cried. "It's Denise!"

Yes, as he starred at the screen, his wife, Suzanne, licked and sucked on the huge, erect nipples of Denise, his former secretary, and the woman he'd cheated on Suzanne with. He himself had licked and sucked those lovely tits hundreds of times before, but here was his wife now pulling his former mistress down onto the bed and burying her face into Denise's cunt.

"No, no," he heard Denise whispered. "I want to eat that hot cunt of yours, at the same time." 

These were the first words spoken in the video, but that voice told him that it was indeed Denise, who was now crawling into a 69 position with his wife. He watched as the two beautiful bodies mingled, and wet tongues dipped between parted legs. Denise had pushed several fingers deep into Suzanne's gaping vagina and was pumping her hand rapidly in and out as she sucked on Suzanne's clit.

"Ummmm, oh yes," Suzanne moaned, lifting her mouth from Denise's inviting slit. "Suck me! Lick my clit! Ohhhh, that's so gooooood…" she said, and then pushed her face back between Denise's legs, working her tongue deep between the puffy pussy lips.

Both women continued thrusting, bucking their hips wildly, as they pushed their mounds hard against the other's eager mouth for several minutes. As hands wormed furiously into each other's openings, the tinny sound of the video recording picked up the wet squishing noises of the fingers moving rapidly around in the dripping passages. The sounds of wet bodies rubbing against each other, filled the room, as the two women sensed the impending orgasm of the other. It was only a matter of moments before both of them climaxed at the same time, each desperately clutching the hips and ass cheeks of the other, pulling as hard as possible to bury their faces into the gushing flowers presented before them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'mmmmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg!!!!" screamed one, as the other cried, "Meeeeeeeeetooooooooo!!!!!!!Yeeeeessssssssss!!!!!!"

They both lapped wildly at the other's cunt, devouring the sweet juices flowing freely between their legs. Soon the licking subsided, and Randy watched as the two beauties shifted about on the bed and resumed kissing.

"That was incredible," Denise softly said, kissing Suzanne between words. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. Too bad you didn't teach your husband how to eat pussy."

"He's horrible at it, isn't he," Suzanne said, returning Denise's kisses. "He wouldn't know how to make a girl come if his life depended on it."

They both erupted in laughter.

"While I had my tongue in your beautiful hole, I couldn't help think about all that big, black cock you had up there in that video you showed me. I can hardly wait to get lip fucked by them." Denise said smiling. "And I liked the other video, the one with the two teenage boys. That looked like so much fun."

Randy groaned. They had shown Denise the videos. He had only seen three of them, but now it was clear that Denise had seen all of them.

"You know, ever since I saw a picture of that sweet asshole of yours, I've wanted to do something," Suzanne said with a mischievous grin.

"What photo? Oh, you mean the one I sent Randy? The one of me with his cock sticking in my ass?" Denise said, returning the playful tone.

"Yes, my husband's cock, you slut," Suzanne laughed, now tickling Denise and playfully wrestling with her, trying to force her to turn over. 

"Oh, you mean the self-centered prick who lied to me for three years? And lied to you for seven?" Denise giggled. "Is that who you mean, you whore?"

The two women were laughing and tickling each other as they rolled around on the bed, with Suzanne finally working herself around behind Denise.

"What you need, tart, is a good spanking," Suzanne said and began slapping Denise's upturned ass hard with her hand. The blonde's body shook and her soft buttock mounds rippled with each blow that came down.

"Oh, yes, that's just what I need," Denise said, responding to each of the smacks on her naked ass with a sexy groan.

Soon Suzanne had spanked the blonde's ass so hard that both of Denise's round butt cheeks were glowing a bright red. 

"That's what I call a good spanking," Suzanne said, still panting hard from the sex play. "But now comes the good part," she said, slipping her hand between the woman's spread ass cheeks and gently massaging her cunt for the camera. As she spoke, she slowly spread Denise's wet vaginal lips wide apart, opening her wide so the camera could zoom in.

"Ohhh, look how wet you are," Suzanne said. "You really did need a spanking, didn't you?"

"Yesss," Denise groaned, as Suzanne, her hand delving deep into the inviting opening, slid four fingers easily into the aroused blonde. Suzanne then began massaging the tight pink bud of Denise's asshole with her thumb, making tiny circles around the pink, clenched ring. Suzanne gently kept pushing harder and harder until the relaxed anal muscles gave way and Suzanne's thumb popped into the tight opening. 

"Ohhhhhh," responded the blonde, her ass wriggling under the other woman's touch.

Randy stroked his erect cock and watched as the picture on the screen pulled back and showed his wife kneeling behind the buxom blonde, with her hand steadily moving in and out of the blonde's cunt and ass. As Denise rocked to the rhythm of the penetrating fingers, her large hanging tits swayed deliciously beneath her. Denise's pendulous tits bounced and shook below her as she pushed her two holes desperately against Suzanne's hand.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want it in my ass," Denise begged as she rapidly pumped her body, responding to Suzanne's fingers. "Make me come again!"

Why, he asked himself, when he'd been fucking her, had he never realized what breathtaking a sight she was down on all fours? Had he fucked her for three years with his eyes closed, never really seeing what a sensuous delight she was, just as he'd done with Suzanne? And his realization had come from watching Suzanne share her treasures with others. How stupid he had been, he told himself.

Randy was snapped out of his moment of self-loathing when Suzanne pulled her hand out of Denise's vagina. His wife's fingers popped out, leaving Denise's slit stretched and open, revealing a cavernous tunnel. Suzanne slowly eased her head down between the kneeling woman's upturned ass, stuck out her tongue, and pushed it into the blonde's puckered asshole. Denise squirmed madly, trying to push her stretched asshole deeper onto the invading tongue. 

Randy gasped aloud at the sight on the screen. His lovely wife was tongue fucking the ass of his former mistress. Suzanne was relentless as she pushed harder and harder, forcing her pink, slick tongue deeper and deeper into the yielding brown rosebud of the other woman. Randy couldn't take any more. The cock in his hand was aching and raw from his stroking, but the sight of his wife rimming another woman's asshole drove him over the brink. Normally, he would have closed his eyes and welcomed his climax in the safe darkness of his mind. But not now. Now, he couldn't take his eyes off of the vision of Suzanne's lust.

He rocketed his load across the room, grunting and straining, as he emptied himself. Globs of cum settled in small pools on the wooden floor as Randy collapsed, sinking into a heap on the cool surface. His eyes returned upward to the screen as he watched the two women pleasure themselves. Suzanne was frantically rubbing Denise's clit as she lapped at her anus, pushing Denise to another orgasm. Soon, they had switched positions and Denise was rimming Suzanne's ass with her tongue.

Randy lay quiently on the floor, strands of semen dripping from his flaccid cock and rolling down his inner thigh, as his mind spun. Why was Denise here? What was she doing at Phil and Arlene's? Why was she fucking Suzanne? How much had she told Suzanne? All of these questions and many more spun around in his mind, all wrapped around a refrain from an old Eagles song, "Hotel California." Strains of the lyrics "…you can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave," thumped in his brain as he passed out on the floor.

Continue in A Wife in Venice California: Part Three