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Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 01

By: irxgbr



Carol, my wife, and I are never at our best in the morning and this particular Monday morning I knew I had to keep my head down. She is the office manager for an insurance broker and reasonably happy with the daily grind of earning a living there. She had been very unimpressed when her boss told her she was to look after the company stand at a small motor show in town.

It was to be nothing impressive, just a few local dealers and traders displaying their wares for three days. Anyone seeing my wife would know why her boss picked her, but she was furious saying she had far more important things to do than stand around all day smiling.

Carol is a very tasty, thirty-two years old, her normal work attire being very smart trouser suits, or knee length skirts, generally worn with some heel. Because of her looks and her dress sense, she knew why her boss had picked her but to spite him; she set off in baggy jeans, a woollen jumper, and boots with 2-inch heels.

I was home before her and got a meal started, when she walked in, I got a cuddle, and so I asked her how it had gone. She replied, "As expected, all I had was a table cloth to cover the trestle table and a few posters to pin to the wall behind me. It all looked very tatty and it was a very boring day, it really dragged for me, although I must admit, the bimbos on the other stands seem to be having fun.

Her mood was normal when we got to bed, so I did try a kiss on the nape of her neck and pressing a hardening cock against her, but that just got a, "Night night darling." No problem, normal for us was a reasonable, after eleven years of marriage, three or four times a week, depending on how we felt.

She came downstairs much later than I did in the morning, and her appearance gave me an instant hard-on. She was wearing her 4-inch black court stilettos, normally worn for an occasional restaurant meal, or in the bedroom for my benefit. She also had on her shortest skirt, a pleated flared number, and a nice red silk blouse.

My reaction was greeted with, "Probably tonight darling, I may have a better day today." Seeing her well-maintained body, nicely attired, it was very obvious to me, why her boss wanted her to do the show.

That evening Carol was later home and I already had a meal prepared, and we sat down and ate. With the mood she was in, plus her appearance, I thought of a far better activity than eating but she did tell me how her day went. "Dress does make one hell of a difference, I felt so much better, time flew by, and all the punters seemed to enjoy – eyed up by plenty, which was rather pleasing considering the competition."

"All the ones that came to talk seemed to enjoy looking, one or two touching and four even asked what time I finished. Dull old me was looking down on the bimbos yesterday, but I sure did have a much better day – time just flew by."

"What is this 'asked what time you finished' bit, you were over an hour later home?" 

"I went shopping, but you can take advantage of my better day, last night I just wanted to sleep – this evening I feel like you in me now." When she said 'now' she meant just that, we had an excellent session on the lounge carpet, followed by a great session in bed later.

In the morning, she joined me in the kitchen looking hot enough to be taken across the breakfast bar, with no preliminaries. Her skirt was even shorter, but part of a smart charcoal suit and I had to ask, how she had gotten her tits looking so good "It is all me, the nice bouncy bit you can see, but I bought some special pad things to offer them up better. Looking good aren't they."

"They are looking good enough to eat, I am sure you will give the bimbos a run for their money today. I know it is no good suggesting some action now but if yesterday's outfit got me two great sessions, we are going to be busy tonight."

"Bye, bye my darling, I suppose the amount of action you get depends on the time the show ends and then, on what time I finish." The last comment got a cheeky grin and raised eyebrow as she left."

That evening I was just about to start preparing our meal when in she walked, still looking fabulous and feeling very frisky. "You are home much earlier than I expected, what on earth happened? I am sure, looking like you do, you could have arranged for someone to be waiting for you, when you finished."

"My dear husband was waiting for me at home, to take care of my very randy body, leave the food, we can go out for a meal after you have taken care of my itch." As we quickly went off to the bedroom, not only were her tits looking good but the view I had, of her legs disappearing under her skirt, was fantastic.

The only regret we both had, about the fuck that followed, was, it was far too brief, we were both very turned on and unable to hold back. I suggested some extra oral attention from me and she was all in favour. "If you had met some fella when you finished, you would still be feeling like this but my cock would still be loaded to give you genuine pleasure." 

Although she was obviously very damp down there I am not into cream pies and just concentrated on wrapping my lips around her hood and playing with her clit with my tongue. From her reaction, I know the pleasure she was receiving was genuine and in no time, she was whimpering and quivering with delight. 

"That was good, I have been feeling randy all day, and my body is still able to turn guys on, including my dear husband. I know this is not an original observation but sex does sell, a few leaflets the first day, not bad yesterday but I ran out of leaflets at lunchtime today. The boss and one of the salesmen brought me some new stock, it was a bit embarrassing, as both were virtually drooling and could not take their eyes off my well presented tits."

"I bet your boss confirmed he had made the right choice getting you to do the show?"

"I suppose I should be grateful that he did but in no way do I need anyone at work thinking of me as a sex object. But I did appreciate all the anonymous men thinking I looked hot, I have not felt like that for ages."

"I suppose it will cramp your style if I am around but shall we walk down to the pub, grab a snack and you can flaunt your body to a few more guys?"

"I don't know if I can be that unkind, I have already left far too many men with a need for serious relief and except for you, it has all been a tease."

"If you liked the way teasing these anonymous guys had on you, why didn't you find one from out of town and share some pleasure when you finished?"

"Yeah right, what ever my thoughts may, or may not have been, I don't think you would have liked me to come home and tell you some man had been inside my knickers."

"Provided you did actually tell me all about it and there was nothing done emotionally, or behind my back, I would be very pleased if you had got some additional pleasure. Just think what it would have been like, to have a nice, new, strange cock, relieving that randy feeling? "

"I did perhaps think what it would have been like but of course, I could not, ever, do anything like that."

"You told me of plenty of one night stands before we met and they were just for mutual pleasure, so why not now?"

"Now I am very happily married, apart from that, I was younger and randier then."

"You proved today that your body is still very attractive, probably more so, than when I first saw it, so are you saying, you did not feel randy most of the day?"

"Yes! I was very pleased with the way all those men were ogling my body, and finding every excuse to touch it and Yes! I did feel very randy all day, so shall we skip going out? Just take me to bed again; we can have a sandwich later." 

A long session followed, I cannot remember when we had last done it, three times in three hours of so. I was surprised my equipment was still up to it but she gave me a great deal of encouragement with the mood she and her body were in. After our late snack, we sat around for a while but were soon off to bed and at it, for a fourth time. Plenty of oral action had her very pleased but mine was a bit of a halfhearted performance, due to lack of ammunition.

We were both bleary eyed and reluctant to get out of bed the following morning. I had a very quick shower and shave, and got down stairs for much needed coffee and a cigarette. Carol was down considerably later but the extra time had been well spent, she looked fantastic. I could not really put my finger on why but the skirt and blouse that she had on, she often wore to work, and they were probably, my favourites of her work attire.

A nice pair of three inch heels, hair looking good, with nice make-up and a great big smile. Her tits were displayed very efficiently but by no means to the same effect, as the previous day. It must have been her attitude that made her look so good, she just seemed to ooze confident sexiness. "Looking good my darling, I thought you did not like your boss drooling over you yesterday?"

"That's why I didn't put in my new pads, I did buy these smaller ones for work, although if they cause too much attention, I may have to leave them out tomorrow. Don't do anything too energetic at work today, I expect, I will need you again tonight."

We arrived home from work at virtually the same time and although still in an exceptionally bouncy mood, she did not require instant gratification. Over a quickly put together meal, she told me how her day had been.

"My world shattering discovery that sex sells was confirmed. A surprising amount of business came from my leaflets, the boss was very pleased."

"I presume he tried to thank you properly, those tits look pretty good, even with the smaller pads."

"He did get far too suggestive actually, I would not describe it as an argument but I did have to point out that a sexual harassment case was coming his way, unless he wound his neck in. He apologised and genuinely said "No hard feelings?" With the last comment, she gave a little giggle, "Well! Something looked rather hard when he was talking to me."

"I rather like my new wife, she seems to have a lot of mischievous thoughts, not a bad day then?"

"Look, those days at the show made me rather aware that I still have the sort of body that can turn heads and I admit to enjoying myself. Still, in no way do I want anyone at work to think I am a sex object, I am a professional manager."

"If I am allowed to think of you as a sex object, you could put in your bigger boobs and I could have some eye candy on my arm and we could go out for a drink."

"So you want to parade me in front of other men, rather than take me to bed? Your choice!" I did get a clue as to the correct answer to her question, when she stood up and was rubbing my crotch, as she licked my ear.

When I told her bed was the obvious choice, she surprised me by telling me to run down to the off license and get a nice bottle of wine, because she needed to have a bath. When I returned, my dear wife welcomed me, dressed only in her sexiest, short silk robe, her heels and a most wonderful smile. "Now it is time for me to take you off to bed, I really, really, am feeling horny now."

As we went up stairs I asked, "I thought it was you flaunting that superb body that got you randy lately, did you have one of your admirers from the show hidden in the bathroom?" 

"Don't be silly darling, if I was going to be naughty I would not bring anyone here, I can flaunt even more of my body for my husband though; does he like?" She jumped onto the bed and spreading her legs, showed me a hairless pussy. No landing strips or anything, it was hairless, and looking very engorged. I imagined I could feel the heat, from six feet away.  Despite it been obvious that neither of us needed any foreplay, I just had to drop down and taste my new toy. We had another extremely enjoyable evening pleasuring each other and in between sessions, even found time to finish the bottle of wine 

Over the next six weeks or so, we continued to be extremely happy in each other's company, all the time not just during sex. Carol spent a considerable amount on new clothes, various manicures and the like, including a superb new hairstyle. She really was getting into her newly found personality but in no way was I complaining.

Her revived interest in sex was for my exclusive benefit but I had to suggest on several evenings that unless she slowed up, she would have to get me some help. When we did include the idea of her being 'naughty' with another man, there was noticeably greater intensity from both of us. We had no discussion on the subject, it was only mentioned when we were actually fucking, although it was roughly even on who initiated the idea.

One Wednesday at work I received a call from Carol, this was unusual and generally indicated some crises. "Darling, my letch of a boss wants me to do another show, he said I had a talent for such things, but I have to ask you, what you think."

"If you feel it is necessary to tell him you are not a sex object, do so, but we both liked the effect the first one had on you, don't we?"

"Yes I like the new me, it is more complicated though, this show is a much bigger event and it would mean your wife staying on her own in Bristol, for three nights."  

"Oh shit! Then you could really be naughty, as no one there, would know you." I was a bit worried that the words had slipped out so easily but I think it came from a sudden hardening in my trousers, "but it is up to you my darling, if you don't want to, just say No!"

"I am afraid that the first thought that came into my mind was the same as yours. We have got to talk! I do not have to agree today, I have told him I have to make sure that you do not mind me leaving you alone for a few nights. Don't say anything now but have a think but as I said, we have got to talk."

When Carol came in just after me, she gave me a cuddle and said, "I have been thinking darling, I am not going to Bristol, it is just far too dangerous after the way I felt at the local show. I needed to come home to you, and it is only you, I want to come home to."

"You would still be coming home to me darling, think of all the naughty stories you would have to share with me when you did."

"Thank you very much, on the way home I had convinced myself that going was a stupid idea. My husband was supposed to agree that he did not want his wife flaunting her charms in a far off city."

"Look darling, we could bounce the idea between us all night, our mutual first reaction was that it was an ideal opportunity for you to be 'naughty' in an anonymous situation. It is the perfect situation and as far as I am concerned, I would like you to flaunt your body at the show. Also, I give you my full permission to take anyone back to your hotel to fully relieve the feelings, that your flirting will have given you."

"Shit! you summed that up well. I will go, as that appears to be what we both want. I make no promises that anything will happen but we will have to have complete agreement on the ground rules."

"You will leave your rings behind and go with no commitments, or obligations. The only rule is, that you come home to me on the last day. I hope you will share your experiences with me but even that is not necessary, you can be as naughty as you want and it is no business of mine, what you get up to."

"Of course I will share them with you, that is ninety percent of the fun for me, any other man would just be a toy, used for our love making. Darling husband, that is some free pass you are giving me, I hope I don't disappoint either of us."

"I am sure no one will be disappointed with your performance my darling. It is several days before you go on your adventure, so let's not mention it until Sunday. We don't want to be agonising whether it is right or wrong, we can confirm the only rule just before you go. Having said that, don't be afraid to talk if you need to and always remember, it is entirely up to you if anything does happen."

"I think it is time I took my wonderful husband off to bed."

The following morning Carol told her boss that she would, on condition that she had some proper posters and at least, a presentable table and chairs. She also insisted that they paid for a good hotel room, not some cheap bed and breakfast. He fell over himself to get a decent stand organised and booked her in for four nights at a large hotel, which was attached to the exhibition hall.

We had some very enjoyable sex sessions over the next few days but as agreed, her trip was not mentioned. From the intensity of the action, it was very obvious that we were both thinking of what might happen. Sunday finally came round and she was all packed and ready to leave after we had a good lunch. "If my darling has any doubts, he had better say so now, either way, I think I would like a good seeing to now."

"You may not like me saying this but I think I will withhold my favours, then you can be even more receptive, when you trap your first victim."

"That is mean but I suppose I must not criticise my dear husband. Right! now lets get down to the rules. You really do not mind if I invite a strange cock into your pussy, but obviously he must wear a condom." I stopped her there and gave her a cuddle.

"After you have given me a farewell kiss, you are going to take off my rings and put them in that vase. The only rule is, that you come back and put them on again, if one of the guys wants to take you to Paris for the weekend, good for you."

"You must give me some rules, like no ass." I shut her up again.

"There are no rules, I would like you to call if you get time but you have no obligation to do even that, other than a short text if you are not going to be back on Thursday. When you take off those rings, you have no obligations to me, just to yourself, to enjoy the experience. "

"Stupid idiot, of course I will call you, I want to share this experience with you. You take the rings off please, or leave them on, if you want to. It is your decision!"

I then slipped her engagement and wedding off and smiling at her, dropped them in the glass vase. "Have a lovely naughty time Miss Carol; I will see you on Thursday."

The beautiful girl then jumped into her car, blew me a kiss and drove off.

I had no doubts as to what I was letting her do but my mind was very full of what she might get up to. I intended to re decorate the hall while she was gone, just to keep me occupied and while it was not unique for us to be apart for the odd night, it was unusual.

I put off the decorating and just lay down. I turned the telly on and although not really watching much, it helped pass the time. It was just coming up to nine o'clock when my phone went, "Hello my darling, all settled in, the room is rather good, the old fart really wants to keep me on board. I suppose I will have to flaunt my sexy body in the name of insurance tomorrow."

"I am surprised you are not down in the bar flaunting that perfect body now."

"I thought we could have some phone sex tonight, although I did not pack one of my dildos. Are you in bed?"

"What are you on about? Plastic cocks and phone sex! Get down to the bar! You are wasting time! Being naughty, involves hard man flesh, not plastic!"

"I think I might just do that, although I do not know what the pickings will be like on a Sunday night. If I am not in bed by ten o'clock, I will give you a call, and if I am, it may be a little later."

"Those sounds more like a randy single girl, good luck and have fun."

I was disappointed when my mobile rang not long after ten, "Hello my darling, I have been naughty, in fact I have been very, very naughty."

"I thought ringing so early, you could not find anyone to drool over your body, that was a lot of naughtiness in an hour. It sounds like your trip has started very well from your tone of voice, do you want to share the details?"


Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 01



"I want to share with you darling, I take it you are on the bed naked, and if he is not pointing straight up yet, he soon will be. After I have told you the full story of the evening, I will understand if you revoke my pass, please do so if you need to."

"Stop talking nonsense! I have no rights to revoke anything, are you going to share with me or not? I think he will explode soon."

"Right, I was feeling good with myself and with my free pass firmly embedded in my mind, I took my sexy body down to the bar. I had just slipped on a little black dress with plenty of tit, enhanced with my pads. The legs were real though, still looking very good, especially with my five inch heels."

"I felt good striding up to the bar, and perching on a stool but perhaps my technique was not perfect, as I had to buy my own drink. A scan of the room confirmed that the pickings were not good but after all, I only wanted some cock."

"You are approaching you trip with the right attitude, good girl."

"I had about ten guys, all seemed interested in me the only woman present, although I think, I would have given any others a good run for their money. The fittest looking guy was sitting with three others and seemed a bit too loud and drunk. I finally decided to try my charms on a guy, a little older than us, who was sitting on his own. Eye contact and a little tongue play with my drink glass, while I needed to adjust my cleavage a little with the other hand. Not very subtle but he was a mere male, swigging my vodka back in one go had him standing beside me offering to buy another."

"I accepted and he came up with a standard, what's a nice girl like you line, when I told him I was modelling at the show, he did a little better. He said I must be doing the flashy top of the range stuff, his line was getting a little better. I just told him I was doing some crap little insurance company but I did not mind, if they paid my rates."

"He commented that I would look good stretched over a jaguar, and asked if the modelling business paid well. I replied pretty well, sex sells and if they want the best they have to pay, I start negotiating from £100 an hour. His reply was, that was a better rate than he earnt as a salesman but then, he did not look as good as me."

"He was a reasonably nice guy and asked if I wanted another drink, my naughty reply was, that I thought it was time I went off to my room and would he like to join me. I thought it was a bit conceited of him that he did not seem to bat an eyelid, when he agreed."

"Naughty little me was feeling pleasantly moist, as I walked my first extra marital experience up to my room. I did sneak this picture for you while I went into the bathroom, leaving him to strip." She then sent me a poor quality shot, of a guy sitting on the bed, removing his tie. It had been shot through the half open door.

"He looks alright, surprised he is not stripping off a little faster. I know I would be with you on offer."

"As you say, not bad, but from a naughty girl point of view if was a cock and it was available and waiting. I went back to him, very naked, although I kept the heels on, all you men seem to like that. The second cock I had got to touch for years, appeared up to standard but a bit too much body hair all over the guy, I was spitting a hair out almost immediately."

"Go on, I am definitely listening."

"Well I was hardening up my toy using my hands and a bit of tongue, I had laid my body beside him and he could have returned the favour, but he didn't. That was not a problem, I was more than ready, I have not lost a party piece from my younger days either. I very efficiently slipped a condom into my mouth and had it sheathing his cock in no time."

"He had not said a word, just the odd little grunt or moan as I worked on him. I pushed him over and got him on top and in position to sink it home. He did give a moan of pleasure as he used it, to separate my pussy lips and force it in. The moan I gave the instant it was in, surprised him and me and I had a little orgasm before he was fully home."

As my own cum shot across my stomach I said, "This is the best phone sex, you have made me all sticky, go on please."

"I thought I heard an indecent noise, it must have drowned out my own. It must have been the naughtiness of the situation but my body was giving me constant pleasure. Probably reaction from me hooking my legs around his waist and forcing him to go faster but he did a very efficient job. Good length, good long strokes and reasonable staying power, although he did cum in his condom far too quickly for my liking."

"We exchanged some mutual thanks and I said I needed to clean up, I did not really feel like a snogging session. I did dry myself off and fixed my makeup and hair and went back in for round two, only to find he had done a runner."

"He had gone, the idiot! What happened? Was he afraid you would break it?"

"I had no idea, I went over to my bag to get a cigarette, yes I know I gave up but I am being naughty and bought some. I lit up and was thinking damn him, I could have done with some more of that. It was then that I realised I had been very naughty, I hope you will forgive me."

"What the hell are you on about, naughty is what you are doing in Bristol. That sounds like an excellent start, although it is a shame he ran out on you."

"No darling, you do not understand, I have been very naughty indeed and it is not something I can ever undo."

"No I don't understand, from the drinks, you presumably knew his room number when he signed. Did you go to his room and kick him in the balls for deserting you?"

"No I am not the violent type, although he may have had the odd scratch mark on his back when he left. I am going to tell you, in a neat pile beside my bag I found, £100 in crisp twenty pound notes and another two folded up on top. Presumably my fee and a tip. Your wife is a fully paid member of the oldest profession!"

"Now that is naughty, in fact, that is fantastic! Bloody hell! Our mutual friend has gone rigid again. Hey! I hope you are not worried, remember, my wife is in a vase downstairs."

"Is that really your reaction, not just your friends?"

"Oh yes, now you can really be naughty, think of the possibilities, they are far better than two or three, one-night-stands."

"Christ buddy! You asked for it, a big part of me was hoping that, that would be your reaction."

"Wonderful girl, do you need to get some rest, you have a busy day, and hopefully, night tomorrow?"

"Please confirm that it is not your cock talking?"

"Look, what can I say? He has made a mess and gone limp anyway, be naughty, be very naughty!"

A few moments voting and perhaps giving feedback would be appreciated. Don't knock the spelling, it is English checked by an extremely helpful Australian. If you did not like the sexual content of the story I am surprised you got this far and your comments are not appreciated. 



Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 02



I woke up with my normal Monday morning reluctance. Well! Any morning reluctance and it took a few moments to register what was different. My morning 'Woody' was almost painful and that would need attending to, before I could have a pee. I then remembered that there was a problem, unusually, my gorgeous wife Carol was not cuddled up beside me.

She was away in Bristol; the first evening of her, 'be just as naughty as you like' break, that had far exceeded both our expectations. With my full agreement and encouragement, she had left her wedding ring, and all her obligations behind. She was a free agent. The night before, she had gone to the hotel bar, with the intention of pulling a guy to be her first extra-martial experience.

She had also proved to herself that she still had the ability to pull. Not that I had doubts on that score and she had a man back to her room in less than twenty minutes. Just that experience would have been enough for us both to think the adventure had started well but due, presumably, to the ambiguity of her conversation in the bar, it was even better.

We both got an extra kick from the fact, that the guy had assumed she was a prostitute and had left, what he took to be her £100 charge, plus a £40 tip. She felt she should be disgusted by the development but said, "Far from it". She now knew that she not only retained the ability to attract men but they were willing to pay.

These thoughts flooding back, obviously, had made my 'woody' problem even worse and I needed a good supply of tissues to clear up the mess. I had told her that she had no obligation what so ever to even keep me updated, or to even think of me, she just had to come home safe on Thursday. Having said that, I was looking forward to hearing more from her and she said she would call sometime.

I was sitting at work, admittedly thinking of Carol, rather than columns of figures, when my cell phone rang. It was just gone ten. "Hey wonderful person, I can't stop, can you call me back on this number, need to check it works? Thanks!" Not sure what was happening, I did as instructed and she answered, "Thanks darling it works fine, store the number as Carole, Carol with an 'e'. Must go, the show is open."

I heard nothing more from my dear wife until I had got home from work and was just finishing the steak and kidney pie and chips, I had picked up for my tea. My cell rang and I watched as three pictures downloaded, she must have got somebody at the show to take them. She looked hot, going for a pair of 'slinky jeans' that she must have painted on, and a pair of black patent boots, with very high stiletto heels. 

She had a black leather jacket, that was open to show a simple white top and a very generous amount of titflesh. The picture I found most erotic was, a shot showing her looking back over her shoulder, the jeans were so tight that they showed every curve of her lovely ass and thighs.

I said, "Cor! More than a mental image to wank off to tonight, you look fantastic."

"I don't look too bad do I? The cleavage attracted the eyes but I think the ass of my jeans must be grubby, even worn thru, from the number of hands that have caressed it."

"Obviously a good time was had by all."

"Well I certainly enjoyed myself, although I am a bit tired, I think I will be staying in my room all night – probably wont get a great deal of rest though. Oh, shit! There goes my other phone again. Don't worry, will call sometime later, luv you." 

I had a long wait; it was obvious that Carole with an 'e' was working, and as it got later and later, I realised that she must have been rather successful in her new career. My mental image of her activities, and the photos I had printed off thru my computer, relieved me a couple of times but my cock got hard again, almost immediately, each time.

Although I had told her not to think of me at all while she was away, I was getting worried not having heard anything, when it turned midnight. My increasing anxiety was finally relieved at twelve forty, "Oh darling your Carol is shattered, well more accurately, fucked! I love you so much, thank you for letting me have this experience."

She continued, "I am just too tired to tell you the details, you will have to make do with the fact that I had an unbelievably good time, Oh! and earnt £665. Sorry, I must have a shower and get some sleep. Can you give me an alarm call at half-eight please?"

I told her I loved her and hung up, she did indeed sound tired, which was not surprising. Just how much action does a hooker get for £665? I did not have enough information to do the maths but based on her first punter, it was probably five or six men who had paid for the pleasure of using my wife. Alternatively, was it ten quickies at £60, plus some tips, I had no idea but I had to relieve the pressure in my cock, for a third time that evening.

I called dead on the time instructed, "Hey, your wake up call."

"Good morning, most wonderful husband, that was a bit brief, don't you want to know what your naughty wife got up to last night?"

"Of course I do but we both know you can be touchy in the morning, especially if you are tired."

"Fair comment, although after you letting me have this experience, I promise I will try and never be grumpy with you again. It is downright stupid but it seems to have strengthened our love for each other. Well! It has for me anyway."

"Oh yes darling, I would not have thought it was possible that it could be increased but yes, I do love you even more."

"I have not got all that long before I must get ready for work, can you leave home a little late? I would like to give you a quick rundown on last night but I need a pee."

"Yea, I'm fine for as long as you want, hang up and have a shower and get some coffee. Call when you are ready."

When she rang back, we agreed that it still had to be the quick version, as she had to get ready, "I told you I had a good day at the show, it made me really randy, all the attention my tits and ass were getting. I do like being a sex object, which brings me to the bit you will be interested in. Plenty of guys chatting me up and if they looked presentable, I would just say 'if you think you can afford me, give me a call after five' and I gave them a piece of paper with my new cell number written on."

"I think it was eight I gave my number to, I had no idea what the take up rate would be but there was always the hotel bar, if all else failed. I definitely still have 'it', all but one called, although two of them could not afford me."

I said, "That has answered one of my questions, five guys presumably had the pleasure then? That is better than I could have managed, although I did waste three loads last night."

"I am glad you had some fun as well. Yes! Five punters but ten, no thirteen loads, a girl has got to give value you know. I was planning on offering one-hour sessions for £120, an extra £30 if they wanted anal and to allow 75 minutes between appointments. That would have meant four 'johns' and finishing at midnight. The last guy to phone sounded so disappointed when I rejected him, that we agreed on £100 for half an hour at midnight."

"It is not surprising you sounded tired last night, I bet they all got a bargain, do you think the price about right." 

"I can assure you that they all left extremely satisfied with the service provided. Only two paid the extra for my bum and only one left a tip, so I guess it is pitched about right, I must not frighten them all off by charging too much. Anyway, the original plan was to give it for free, although this is much more fun."

"I had better let you get ready soon; do you want to share your plans for the evening with me?"

"Of course I do silly, much the same but appointments every hour, allowing them 45 minutes each is plenty, no stamina guys these days. That should let me get pleasure from five guys and finish at midnight. I will give you a progress report at tea time; have a nice day, I am sure I will."

After saying my farewells I just sat there for a few moments thinking, how happy I was for her, she sure seemed to be enjoying herself, although she should have been shattered.

I set off for work, although I knew I would not be functioning very well again all day, thinking of Carol's activities.

When I got home that evening I was feeling rather tired, I wondered how Carol was feeling, she was holding down two jobs at the moment. She called as expected, "Hey darling, first an apology, I forgot to get anyone to take any photos for you, although I did dress similar to yesterday. Plenty of tits and ass seemed to work well, although I did take my suede boots with the little heels to change into at lunchtime. Wearing four inch heels, from nine in the morning until after midnight, is hard on the feet and legs."

"Your favourite prostitute, well I assume I am, has five men all set up to keep her happy until midnight. I handed out my number to ten guys and my diary was full some time ago, I have turned my phone off now, so I am not sure what take-up rate I had today."

"Indeed you are my favourite prostitute, as far as I know, the only one I have ever met. Saying that, who knows the nicest woman I know, earns plenty of money selling her body these days. Grab a bit of rest before your first punter gets there, you would not want to disappoint him, I will speak to you later, I hope?" 

"Thanks darling, yes, I should call about midnight."

Saying bye I hung up and sat finishing my takeaway, I then had an idea and dialled her new phone number. "Hey this is Carole, I am sorry my diary is full this evening, If you wish, you are welcome to call tomorrow, or leave a message, Bye."

After waiting for the tone I said, "Hello Carole with an 'e', I have heard you are rather talented at giving a chap a good time and wondered if you were available to spend the following weekend in Paris, please let me know."

I went off and did a little bit of work on the decorating, although I kept picturing my dear Carol enjoying herself, so did not get much done. By twelve, I was lying naked in bed and she called right on time. "Hello my darling, I am feeling great but shattered, just time to tell you some good news but also some bad news."

"The good news is I am well and truly fucked, five guys were all fine, three paid the extra for my cute little ass, and I even got a £50 tip from one of them. That adds up to one happy hooker and £740, not bad for an evening work"

"Well done, a good time had by all again, do I want to hear the bad news?"

"Well I won't be back to normal on Thursday as planned; some guy wants to take to Paris for the weekend, I have not talked cost with him yet but I should be able to screw at least a thousand out of him."

"Hey, the amount you are earning, you should be paying me!"

"Careful, other than potentially upsetting hotel security what I am doing is 100% legal; although living on immoral earnings most certainly is not. Darling, I must go to sleep now, I need to be at my best tomorrow, my free pass is running out fast. Give me an alarm call but leave me 'till nine and no chat."

As planned it was a very brief alarm call, I was already at work as I was a bit behind and had the next two days off. Funny this week I did not seem as engrossed in my work as usual, must have been the interesting images popping into my mind all the time. Talking of images, just before four thirty my mobile displayed a picture of a street sign, 'Raymond Street BS4', no message came with it.

As I realised that the dear girl was extending her experience, and finishing her show early for that matter, another picture came down. This showed a good shot of a guy opening the door of number 42, and she said, "Will call in two hours.", and broke the connection.

I went home and waited for half past six, outcalls did sound a risky extension of her experience, but the guy must have, as intended, seen her sending the picture. Slightly before time she was on the phone, "That was fun; remind me to tell you about it sometime, I must go now, my first back at the hotel is due at seven, bye."

That evening I did try and get some decorating done, although I think I had a good surplus of bonus points built up the last few days – it was probably safe to leave the toilet seat up for the rest of the year, at least.

She did call as I had expected, just before midnight, "Hello my darling, I cannot stop, there will be someone knocking on my door in a minute. Just to say I will not need an alarm call, I will be surprised if my talents do not cause a morning 'woody' hard enough to wake me up. I love you so very very much."

Rather than feeling annoyed by the briefness of the call I was pleased, she was making the most of her freedom. I did not know what her feeling would be but I was sure that I was happy for her to leave her rings in the vase, as often as she liked.

It was latter than I expected when she called the following morning, "Darling, another brief call I am afraid, I have got to check out of my room – fond memories, I must take a few shots for the family album. I should be home in three hours, or so, please be ready to put my rings back where they belong and then receive the longest cuddle of your entire life."

"The cuddle sounds marvellous although perhaps followed by a little action."

"I am sure plenty of action can be arranged, in fact Paris will probably be a waste of money. I doubt we will get out of our bedroom very much."

Carol's hectic schedule of late continued, due to a pile-up on the motorway, she was home almost two hours later than expected. This caused me to have an even longer wait for some action; as it gave us little time to get our flight from the local airport.


When she pulled up and jumped out of the car, I did get the longest cuddle ever. "That cuddle was the last given by this naughty girl, can you put your rings back on me now please." As we rushed around sorting out the packing for our trip, she looked absolutely fantastic, always a smile on her face and very bright eyes. Around her eyes, however, were definite sighs of her activity, she was obviously tired.

During our brief trip to the airport and for most of the flight, my dear wife was asleep, generally with her head resting on my shoulder and a hand cuddling my leg. There was a bus at the airport for transfer to our centrally located hotel and we booked in without any hassle.

I think from love but presumably also from a little guilt, she suggested I had the pleasure of her body as soon as we were in our room. Despite a stirring in my trousers, I suggested we went to an open-air café I had noticed on the way in, to have something to eat first. She still looked tired and said that she was very hungry.

We had a pleasant meal, a bottle of wine, and a nice sunny evening, with a view of the river, was just right. I suggested just a romantic time together but that I wanted to enjoy Carol with an 'e' later, both her body and her experiences. It turned out that she had not eaten for nearly twenty-four hours, so it is not surprising she was feeling much livelier after the meal.

I think it was lust, rather than guilt, that had her suggesting it was time to get up to our room. As we walked hand in hand back to the hotel, she seemed to radiate more confidence and sexuality than before her break. There was no embarrassment as most of the men who saw her eyed her up, they just got a lovely smile that seemed to say 'yes, you are welcome to look at my sexy body'.

She had me strip and lay naked on the bed while she went off into the bathroom. Coming out, she was naked except for her heels and giving a twirl said, "Look no damage," giving her nipples a squeeze she added, "perhaps these are a little bigger, they have been pulled around a fair bit." She then got onto the bottom of the bed and took my very rigid cock deep into her mouth.

I suggest we positioned so I could do the same for her. "Don't worry darling, I am more than ready – I have been moist down there all the time lately, just lay back and enjoy." Despite her efforts to prolong the experience by pausing and giving the base a squeeze each time I was near, I could not take much of that treatment. She realised and soon swung her legs across me and slipped it into her pussy.

That was the position that usually lasted longest, as she knew, so well, how to control the sensation but not the way I was prepared. I finished all too soon, although she did genuinely, cum at the same time. "I have had more than my ration of late but sex, plus love, is much better than just sex."

"Thank you my darling, do you want to share some of your experiences with me now? Although remember the agreement, do not feel any guilt if you do not tell me everything, it was your time, you did not have my rings on your finger."

"I may have to take you up on that offer but I expect you will get all the details, it will take a while because I have been a busy girl. Lets see what the minibar has to offer and cuddle up." We sorted out a drink, a half bottle of champagne, and snuggled up.

"I know how obsessed you are with numbers so I will start there, I sold my body to eighteen men, well actually, it was seventeen. One of the guys, Shaun, had the pleasure on the Monday night and came back for the overnight last night."

"You are great; I think that is a few more than either of us had in mind for your naughty break."

"A few more! Yes, I went with the intention, well hope, that I could pull a 'one night stand' on two, or three, of the nights. Things got a little out of control after you 'made' me pick up that fellow from the bar. I would never have thought of doing anything like what happened. Yes, I was ready to take a guy to my bed that night, not only ready but eager."

She gave me an extra cuddle and continued,"As you know, it all started with me feeling good about myself at the original show, and then you generously gave me to opportunity to prove I was not past it. I am certainly not past it; your loving Carol could not get enough."

With that, I lent over and gave her a kiss, "You consider that eighteen is 'not enough' in half a week?"

"You know what I mean, I would have felt good if it had been three but I admit, that both my mind and my body, appreciated the slightly higher number. Is our little friend ready to play again yet?" I was given the choice of position this time, I went for a loving missionary, and gave her some oral afterwards.

"There was no need for the extra, you have nothing to compete with, sessions with you are far better, sex is not the same feeling, as love. Sex with your love is good, please don't ever stop."

Cuddling up again I said, "I am never going to stop loving you, so keep going with your stories of endless sex. What did it feel like giving anybody who had the cash, whatever they wanted?"

"It was not really like that, I joined the profession near the top of the ladder. All my punters were selected by me remember, I had more than enough to choose from. I could have given my number to lots more. If I had any doubts, they did not get the offer. The smart polite ones, in the right age range, had a fair chance though."

"So tell me what the required age range was?"

"Not too restrictive, given the opportunity I wanted a variety after all. I think the youngest was still in his teens, he had very good stamina, it was the last night and he got a bonus go at my ass. The oldest was probably in his late fifties, still fit though. Most of them were late twenties to around forty."

"You sound happy with the extremes, I am glad the older one kept you happy, so I presume, I have a few years left in me. Perhaps I should worry about the stamina of the young kid. So no duds and no kinks among your customers?"

"All performed to my complete satisfaction, just take a look at me, that should indicate to you that none would have difficulty keeping it up. Remember I am extremely good at selecting sexual partners - I hooked you years ago."




Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 02



"You did not mention any kinks, is there nothing you want to share?"

"I am going to share everything with you, eventually, but I have nothing regarding kinks to feed your fantasies – the outcall was the only one that had a kink. Completely harmless, he insisted on fucking me while dressed in panties and high heels. Would you like to try that?"

"Not today thank you."

"I thought not, no one else requested anything unusual, several requested bareback but no one got near my pussy, or ass, without a condom. I admit it would have been nice to have all that juice inside me but no way. I did, as I mentioned before I left, have rather a lot of cum in my mouth – I hate tasting rubbers. In fact a fair proportion of my diet was supplied in that way; I had very little time for meals although, I did take a lunch hour each day at the show."

She then gently caressed my cock and said, "Did I notice a stirring down here again when I mentioned drinking all that cum?"

"A stirring yes, what else do you expect giving that mental image, but I think I need a little longer, I am not your teenager you know. Do you think they sell Viagra over the counter in France? I can see I am going to have to work hard this weekend."

She gave me a cheeky looking grin and said, "Sorry, it is just coming up to nine o'clock, my body is expecting its third victim to knock on the door."

"I think your nine o'clock will be a no show, perhaps the ten o'clock will be able to satisfy you."

"Hey I did not get any 'no shows', I suppose I will have to make do with the ten, eleven and the overnighter then."

"We have created a monster, I will need help. No problem with work permit, France is in the EU, so you better get down to the bar and see if there is any action."

She waved her left hand in front of me and said, "No way, the rings are firmly in place, this is our weekend."

"You had better tell me some more to get him up again then, the swallowing all that cum image seemed to get him stirring. You have not told me how much you earnt on the last night yet."

"Typical bloody accountant, turned on by money rather than the thought of a young stud vigorously pounding his rigid cock into your wife's ass, while he hangs onto her swinging breasts. Can't you imagine my moans of joy as he was doing that?"

"Yes I can, but not enough to make him hard enough, put your legs over the end of the bed and I will see what my tongue can achieve." Although she said, it was not necessary I went at it and she certainly enjoyed the resulting climax.

"Umm, thank you the nine o'clock was rather good, come and give me a cuddle the ten o'clock should be here soon."

I cuddled up and asked, "Were you actually feeling this randy when you were with your punters?"

She seemed to have to consider her answer briefly, "It is not an addiction, and I have not turned into a nymphomaniac, if there is such a thing. Having said that, I was there to enjoy myself and I was making the best of it, so yes, I was randy all the time I was away."

"That was the idea, don't be afraid to admit it, so how much did you earn last night?"

"I charged £300 for the outcall, that was perhaps dangerous but when he asked, while we were at the show, I thought it sounded like a new experience. He was the perfect gentleman and it was easy money, I even got a coffee and salad as a bonus. My five on the hour clients, three paid the extra for my ass, were fine. Talking of which, my ten o'clock better make sure my bum has not got too loose, it has had a lot more action than normal."

"I think that all of your body has had considerably more action than normal, the pussy and mouth did not feel any different though." I gave one of her nipples a hard squeeze between my thumb and finger and added, "Perhaps these have stretched a little."

She took the other one in her hand and giving it similar hard treatment said, "My boobs were ogled plenty at the show but I admit plenty of the guys accepted my invitation to have a play with them later. Actually a good time to mention them, my overnighter, did I say he was my repeat customer? He spent ages sucking on them, I went to sleep with one of them still in his mouth, I was feeling pretty shattered by then."

"I charged him £300, I think he may have been good for a little more but I did not want to lose the opportunity to stretch my free pass to its limit. So that added up to a rather good £1,290 for the last day. That was an unbelievable £2.835 for the whole experience."

"No argument that you are worth every penny but that is one hell of a pile of money for three and a bit nights."

"Yes, it just goes to prove I still have plenty of sex appeal. All that fun was due to me displaying my boobs at that first show, so I think I will thank them properly. Would you mind if I stopped being a fraud and using padding? I would like to put my earning towards a boob job. Then you would have the pleasure of seeing firm young boobs when you were fucking me, as well as when I was dressed up for you."

"There is nothing wrong with these, and from your comments earlier, your clients did not feel cheated when you striped off. Both the decision on you having a boob job, and what you spend your earnings on, is entirely up to you. If you are asking my opinion, I cannot think of a more appropriate way to spend it, although nothing grotesque, I hope."

"No of course not, much like when I have my larger pads in, but more like melons than pancakes, when I am naked. Before you say anything, I know they are not like pancakes but I bet you will like the new ones better."

"Your earnings were impressive but I guess you are still short, I am happy that we top it up from our savings, or would you like to earn the rest?"

"Darling, my free pass has expired; look the rings are back on my finger."

A few moments voting and perhaps giving feedback would be appreciated. Don't knock the spelling, it is English checked by an extremely helpful Australian. If you did not like the sexual content of the story I am surprised you got this far and your comments are not appreciated.



Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 03



As I lay next to my very dear wife, Carol, in our hotel bedroom in Paris, I held her wedding and engagement rings between my fingers and moved them up and down her ring finger. "I know these will always be wrapped firmly around your heart but they do not seem to be permanently attached to your finger. We were both happy when they were sitting in the vase at home."

"Darling, I know you would not mind, in fact, by your reaction this week, would enjoy it, if I took a free pass to another show. I told you I would share all my experiences with you and now I will tell you about what I got up to at lunch times."

Caressing her cheek and planting a kiss I said, "You are insatiable, what on earth did you get up to at lunch time?"

"I spent all three lunch times with, well I suppose I can call her a new friend but really, a girl I vaguely knew at school, called Elise."

"You are not telling me that all those men weren't enough for you, surely you did not have to be naughty with a woman as well? You are making it up!"

"No nothing like that, she offered me a job."

"Now you are getting me worried, you have had a lovely experience, which I have enjoyed you sharing with me but there are limits. Tell me you are not thinking about becoming a full time hooker, the money is obviously good but we do not do badly as we are."

She gave me a tight cuddle, I even felt a tear drip onto my face, "Darling I am so sorry, you have been nicer to me than any other husband could possible have ever been. Don't look so worried, Elise has offered me a genuine job that I will say up front, could have fringe benefits. I will never ask you for a free pass again, and would not expect another but hear me out and you may think it alright to offer me one again sometime."

"Elise and her husband run the event organising business down on the business park, you know, next door to our supermarket. They supply things like tents, lights, in fact anything needed for small, to quite large events. For some events they do the entire organisation, from getting the participants, advertising and even collecting the gate money, if appropriate."

"She has offered me the job of office manager on a trial basis, similar work to what I do now, although she gives the impression that it is a much happier place to work. My duties would include considerable contact with exhibitors and the like, mostly over the telephone. If it works, as she hopes, I would be running the place when her and her hubby are away at a major exhibition."

I gave her a kiss and said, "Sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusion, I should have known that even with your rampaging hormones these last few days, you would not have considered that sort of career change."

"I am so sorry that the way I told you upset us both, it is a genuine job, which I got from Elise noticing my, she described as exceptional, public relation skills. She was trying to recruit me for future shows the first lunchtime, but as she got to know me and my current job better, she came up with that proposal."

"It is obviously on a trial basis but we are both convinced that it will work out, and the pay is a lot better than I get now. Perhaps I should say the pay is better than the insurance company, this week I exceeded my average weekly pay a little."

I said, "That does sound like a great opportunity, if it does not work out you now know you have other skills to fall back on."

"If I ever get to use those skills again is absolutely down to you. If you offer, I may accept the occasional pass, but I will never ask and definitely will not expect one."

"You mentioned fringe benefits with the new job, just what may they be dear lady?"

"Well, I could get offered the occasional event to keep an eye on, make sure things were all going smoothly, the busiest time is setting up but after that, hopefully, things look after themselves."

"I see what you are implying about the fringe benefits but honestly, it sounds like too good a job to jeopardise with any extra-curricular activities."

"Well, that would be true except Elise knew exactly what I was up to, probably in more graphic detail than you do yet. She thought it was a marvellous idea, she was both jealous of what I was doing, and in particular of the marvellous husband I obviously had."

"OK so she knew what you were up to but you said she ran the business with her husband, he might not like the idea of his staff fucking with the customers."

"I cannot see him having any objection."

"Oh come on darling be realistic, not all guys are as broad minded as we have become."

"Probably not, over lunch yesterday Elise introduced me to Brian her husband. All three of us were having a smashing time but I had too cut it short, or I would have missed my outcall appointment."

"Sorry boss can't stop, have got to go fuck some punter. Is that a good way to impress a potential employer?"

"Well Brain did actually smile when I said it, or something similar. They both came to see me as I was booking out this morning. I asked if they, Brian in particular, wanted to take me up on my offer. They were both very keen indeed."

"You have lost me darling, your offer?"

"Yes, I said Elise could borrow my new cell phone, I expect she has had a fun night, her ten o'clock is probably just arriving. I am sure some of my guys, either repeats, or ones who only got my message when I was full, called this evening. Is my ten o'clock fit yet?" "And there was me thinking I was the only caring husband around, pass the lube and then get those lovely lips to work. I had better make sure your ass is still as wonderfully tight as it was."

"No one has had any complaints, and you are the best husband, others may try and emulate perfection but I am sure they could never be as great as mine."

As Carol worked magic with her tongue and mouth, I lubed up two fingers and worked some into her lovely ass, it certainly still looked as inviting as usual. She lay on her back, with her legs over my shoulders, as I sank fully in with one stroke. The look on her face was a combination of ecstasy and lust, especially when she started working her clit with two fingers. Yes, I was been pleasured by a real professional.

I am sure that the extra action her ass had been receiving had not loosened it in any physical way; it was gripping my cock as good as ever. However, there was something far more intense about her reaction, I think practice and presumably a variety of sizes, was letting her enjoy it even more than before. She was having an almost continuous orgasm as I kept pumping away, I lasted for ages due to my earlier efforts and she was certainly appreciating the attention.

With the intensity she was generating in our fucking, my final four or five strokes were hard enough to hurt her but her screams were of pleasure, not pain. We were both dripping with sweat as I rolled off and lay on my back, she moved across my chest so her boobs were pushing against me and gave me a long passionate kiss. "That was the very best I have had all week, thank you my darling husband." 

I was completely worn out, how on earth could she have kept that intensity up for hours, "Your punters that paid the extra for your ass sure got a bargain, my God that was good. I know you are used to having two or three more before you go to sleep but please, have mercy, can we sleep now?" 

"Of course we can, I am still quite tired," with a little grin adding, "I wonder if Elise still has a few more lined up for tonight, lucky girl."

We were both too tired for a shower and just cuddled up and had a long undisturbed sleep. I woke up with Carol gently kissing my ear, "I did miss waking up with my darling husband beside me, love you." Unfortunately, the shower was just not big enough for us both to use at the same time but we had fun, just joking together while we got cleaned up. We agreed to go and have some breakfast and then to have a wander around the city, no sex but I think she was saving my energy for the evening.

We spent a nice long time enjoying our breakfast and sat chatting over a couple of extra coffees; Carol said it was so nice to have some free time. She had dressed in her tightest jeans, her bum looking downright sexy, and a simple jumper, although as usual of late, displaying plenty of cleavage. For our meal, she had put on her heels but said if we were going to wander around town, she had to change into her low suede boots.

While she was changing into her boots my cell rang, boy did I curse work, until I saw that it was Carol with an 'e' on the caller display. I passed it to Carol and said "It looks like your alter ego is calling."

She took the phone and said, "Well tell me, you did go for it didn't you, how many?"

"Six! You greedy cow! I started at one for my first night, it got better though. Fun isn't it"

"No I am not a bit jealous; I was extremely well taken care of last night thank you."

"No, I told you he did very well indeed, but we did wonder if we could pick up some Viagra in town later."

"Yes I will, although I will not mind if you do it in person next week. I take it Brian was still on board?"

"We have got a couple of very special husbands, mine fucks way better than average as well."

"We will, speak to you Sunday, Bye."

Carol then wrapped her body around mine as much as was physically possible and gave me a long kiss. She then broke off and said, "This one is from Elise to say thank you for making our adventure possible." I then had a second round, involving lots of tongue.

We had a great time in Paris, a second honeymoon and much better than the first, would be a good description. We spent every minute together and it was not only the sex we enjoyed, it was our life in general. plenty of sex, more than I had ever experienced in such a short time, although she had enjoyed a higher daily count earlier in the week.

Our Paris trip came to an end all too quickly, we got back home Sunday lunch time and got ourselves sorted out in time to greet Elise and Brian at six. Carol had invited them for a meal but Elise knew that it would be too much of a rush and said, "A drink would be fine."

The girls greeted each other with a bear hug, laughing and giggling like two teenagers, introductions were exchanged, and I shook Brian's hand. I felt like reminding the girls about the cuddle that Elise had been invited to give me in person, she looked nearly as hot as my wife did. I refrained from saying anything, they were, after all, my wife's potential employers.

Brian opened the conversation, "Lets get business out of the way first. Carol, here is your job offer and employment contract. Do not bother to read them now, they are as discussed. A trial three months is mentioned, but unless you turn out to be a pyromaniac, we are sure that will not be a problem."

"Thanks guys, I think I am going to like my new job, I am sure you will not be disappointed, I will be able to start in four weeks, if all goes to plan."

Elise then said, "If that is the business sorted out for the evening, does anybody object if I thank this very clever man for leading first Carol and then me, into a life of debauchery?"

Carol said, "Keep the debauchery in check, I know you are about a dozen cocks behind me but you are not using his, to help you catch up. I think he does deserve a kiss from you, so feel free."

Elise then wrapped her arms around my shoulders, put a leg up behind my knees and started to give me a very intimate kiss. She finally came up to let us both have some air and said, "You can caress the top of my dress if you like, just so you know what real, rather than padded ones feel like." With a loud "Bitch" from Carol ringing in our ears, she gave me a, shorter, second round.

Brian said, "I sure as hell am not going to thank you in that way, but I do owe you my gratitude for enabling my wife to experience so much pleasure and completely rejuvenating our sex lives. If yours is now anything like mine, we certainly need help to keep them satisfied."

We spent an hour or so chatting, they were a great couple, obviously feeling as good with each other as Carol and I were. Nothing of importance was discussed, just general chat with a great deal of sexual innuendo. The girls had an 'argument' about who kept the cell phone but we listened as Carol with an 'e', put a new message on it. "Sorry guys, Carole is sharing some quality time with Lisa and will not be around for awhile. Please try again at the end of August, lots of cuddles."

I said, "Good god Brian, they will kill us, we are not getting any help for at least seven weeks."

Elise smiled and said, "Brian may get some help, I am getting my own phone and I have got some catching up to do." Turning to Carol she said, "That was good marketing, your punters are imagining you playing with another girl. I can see we made the right choice when we employed you."

When they left I said, "What a smashing couple, I like them a lot, you are a clever girl finding them."

Carol cuddled me, rubbing my crotch, "Yea, I noticed you appreciated them, you were well into it when she was forcing them against your body"

"You know I was not talking about her tits, they are very nice people, and they seem to be a much in love as we are."

"They are, but I want my new job to work, and I am not talking about the fringe benefits, I think I can make a good contribution to their business. I can imagine the four of us becoming good friends but that will be all. Friends! So do not get any ideas. We do not want any emotions creeping into our fun, just impersonal sexual release."

"I am in no way complaining but you girls get the sexual relief, Brian and I just get the benefit, which is nice. I take it you will give in your notice tomorrow, four weeks is it?"

Yes, four weeks but I have a week's holiday due, so I will only be there for another three weeks. I have plans to go to Bristol for one night in the fourth week, if I can arrange it."

"Hell, a free pass again, already? Now that will require you to use a lot of your marketing skills to get me to agree to. Are you frightened Elise will overtake you?"

"I will not need a pass, I would like to spend my earnings, so I can start my new job looking my best. I am not sure that I can arrange it that quickly but I hope I can. Have to dip into our savings but I will pay it back, my earnings are going to be a nice bit higher."

"Sounds to me that the money is a business loan, to be spent on business assets, so repayment will have to be from business earnings, I am an accountant, trust me."

"Hey you know we talked about it being legal, I have not got to pay tax on it have I?" with a little grin adding, "That would mean I would have to do even more shows"

"I doubt the revenue will get to know, if they want to tax it, they should make all prostitution legal."

"So how many free passes do you think you would need to repay the loan, and are there any other assets the business needs?"

"Don't be rude, I can assure you that there have been no customer complaints about the quality of the assets, I just want to enhance the total customer experience with some better boobs. Just one more night like the last would pay off the boobs, but I have a few other expenses in mind."

"Dare I ask, what other expenses you have in mind?"

"I need to spend lots on clothes, presentation is very important, some body decoration perhaps. How would you feel about that?"

"You know what I would like, I have mentioned it before, as far as piercing is concerned, I like the idea of a belly button decoration but other than that, not keen. I would love a black tribal tattoo low on your back, nothing too large, that would look superb when I was working from the back."

"Yes that's fine, you know I do not want to look trashy, both those will happen and perhaps a little tat on my hip or shoulder, we can pick those together. Other than that, I will have to pay an extortionate interest rate on the loan, and I also need to do some market research."

"You do not have to think too hard for excuses you know, I am sure the free passes will not be to hard to obtain. What is the market research you want to arrange?"

"Lets get some chores done, I will talk to you about that in bed later."

We got off to bed reasonably early and Carol insisted that she was there to give me pleasure and for me not to worry about her. She started by working our friend into life with her mouth and plenty of tongue, I could reach a nipple to play with so I was not the only one getting pleasure. She worked on me for ages but was careful not to take me to completion.

After awhile she sat on my stomach, and saying that will give me a nice view of her tattoo soon, started to work my cock between her tits. "Do you think that will feel so good with your new ones?" She said.

"Probably much nicer, if you don't stop soon, that is going to be squirting all over your lovely 'old' tits."

She stopped and stood up, oh, I do not want you to waste any, I want you to be naughty. I am going to lube up my ass and we can pleasure each other that way. She gave me a very erotic show dancing as she pushed a couple of her lube-covered fingers into her ass. I had to call her onto the bed and came all too quickly, after I sunk into her.

"I don't think that was naughty enough for you, you should not have warmed me up so much. We will try again in a while."

She cuddled up and said, "I will get all erotic again later. Have you still got to leave me all alone Thursday night, a meeting in Bristol isn't it?"

"Yes it is, I would like to take you with me, but I will be busy all day, doubt I will get finished until nine."

"Nine o'clock, that is not too late to get naughty."

"What are you talking about, of course I will call you, we can have some phone sex."

"Well you better call me, I called you after I was naughty."

"What are you hinting at, you know I have no desire to be 'naughty', and I don't intend to be."

"Darling, a successful business needs a good product, at the right price, but they must know what the competition is offering. I need, well Elise and I, need you to do some market research for us."

"Yes, I am happy to spend some time doing research, there must be several agencies, and perhaps some independents. Do you want me to concentrate on Bristol, or do you want a broader area."

With a quizzical look she said, "That was easy, thank you, you can be naughty in any part of the country. But take it easy, I can't invest that much in research. I did expect a bit of a fight, you should have said earlier you wanted to play as well"

"It will not take me long to browse the internet, what do you want to know? Prices and what is on offer, I suppose."

"Oh no, you have got to book one for a one hour session, at nine o'clock presumably, and find out just what is on offer. We need to know technique, what is in the basic price, if anything." At this point, she had to put two fingers on my lips, "What is on offer if you negotiate and how good she performs?"

"I think I am going to surprise you now, yes I will do exactly as you ask."

She smiled and gave me a kiss, "Yes that is a surprise, but thank you, you do mean you will book a hooker and fuck her next Thursday night?"

"Yes I will, I could say that it will stop your nagging me. The real reason is, that it will help with my enjoyment when I imagine what you are doing. I had not thought of it before but it will help my mental image to know what actually happens, and yes, the research information does sound useful for you."

"Thank you, we are a weird couple. You like me hooking and I am going to give you some of my earnings to book a hooker. I think it is time for me to reward you with a good fuck." We had a very good session; it was my second, so I took a very pleasant long time. Sex was good with my wife.




Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 03



I cuddled up and said, "That was up to your usual standard my darling, I thought it was fantastic, thank you. I will give it marks out of ten after Thursday, I will have some comparison data then."

"Umm, I am asking you to find out if there is anything I don't know about the profession, any tips on technique will be welcome. I will remind you that I have had several to compare you with. You are definitely a ten plus."

"You are sending me out to do research so I will remain objective. You have had no training, almost still an amateur, so I will be able to compare you with a genuine professional. By the way, I get to choose who I book, I do not want some old hag. Your age at most, probably a little younger even."

"I know I have no right whatsoever to be jealous, but watch it, my customer feedback so far, would indicate reasonable marks." 

The next few days went very well, Carol and I were very happy with life in general and sex in particular. Her boss was very upset and offered a sizable salary increase to keep her but it was obviously declined. Her enhancement plans were even easier than expected, she had booked in the Bristol clinic on the Monday. Although they did not do the procedure at the local hospital, she managed to see her surgeon there for the preliminary examination. 

Before I set off for Bristol the Thursday morning, Carol asked if I had made my arrangements for the evening, "Yes darling, I had a nice chat with Michelle on the phone yesterday, I will call her at nine to confirm the room number. I will give you my expense sheet when I get back."

"I suppose I must say be naughty, but seriously have a good time, perverse of me but I am jealous. Do I get to know who you picked?"

"Have a look at my history, the youngish blond that looks a bit like you. Remember, it was your idea."

"I know, please have a good time, and get my money's worth. Call me afterwards."

After the usual boring meeting and drinking endless coffees, I was free by eight and went to my room and showered. I was actually rather nervous, it was long before we had married that I had been near anyone other than my wife. I phoned Michelle's cell and told her my room number and settled down to wait for the experience. Rather than describe what happened directly, I will jump forward to my call to Carol.

I telephoned at twenty past ten, Carol asked in a very friendly voice what had kept me, "Michelle left ages ago, I was writing down all the tips I had for you, I don't think I forgot too many. I filled three sheets of the hotel notepaper."

"Good, I am glad my research expenditure was not wasted, plenty of notes about her appearance, attitude and what she had on offer, that will be useful."

"I have got some notes on that sort of thing, although most are on technique, her appearance was even better than her web site, much nicer in the flesh."

"I am glad my husband had a good time, so you have a few technical hints on how I should fuck, have you?"

"A long list, although first I have a bone to pick with you. After all these years with you, I did not realise you were faking orgasms for me, now I see how the female body really reacts."

"Okay mister now I know you are winding me up, I will remind you that when I phoned you about my experiences I did not criticise your performance."

"Does my amateur whore want some tips? Remember punters like to leave a whore saying, 'my wife would not do that'." "If you are in this sort of mood, and obviously your sexual needs have been taken care of, why don't you just submit your report, with your expenses, when you get back?"

"Sorry don't get grumpy, there are a few things to tell you but I can assure you, that you give me a hundred times the enjoyment I had from her. For that matter, it is very obvious that you get far more enjoyment than she does, even from me."

"Okay my love, come home to me and tomorrow you can show me things your wife won't do for you. I am sorry and I know it is not at all fair but I am jealous."

"I love you and have no desire for a repeat performance, especially if you pick up a few new tricks."

"I will see you tomorrow; have sweet dreams, hopefully including your dear wife." 

I had to go into work the following day, so Carol and I arrived home at the same time. She greeted me with an enormous cuddle and I produced a bunch of flowers for her. "Hey, no need for guilt flowers, unless they are an apology for being nasty to your dear wife last night."

"They are an apology, you can give me a slap if I get into that mood again tonight. Shall we have a quick meal? I need to take my wife to bed."

"That's better, you did not get enough last night than?"

"No comment, but you will have to learn and practice a lot of new techniques and there is not all that long before you start your new job."

"I think that is a slap already, I can see I am going to have to get my legs wrapped around your neck to remind you what good sex is really like."

We had a happy truce while we prepared and had our meal but she was rather eager to get me off to bed. We both had a quick shower then she asked, "So do you want a reminder of how good your wife is or shall we act out your experience, you can pass on any criticisms as you go."

"I don't need reminding darling, I know you are the best, go and put on a pair of tight black jeans, a crop top with no bra but a black thong, and obviously heels."

"Oh alright, and you are back to zero slaps at the moment."

"Michelle tapped on my door, on time, and I let her in, nice smile but straight down to business asking if I had showered and if I wanted girlfriend or whore. I confirmed I had showered and that girlfriend sounded good. She then told me to give her £100, for starters, and told me to strip off and sit on the bed."

"Okay, I can do girlfriend, did she have a change of clothes if you wanted whore?"

"Yes she had a large bag with her, although I don't know what was in it. Anyway she looked, surprisingly younger than her web photos although her long hair in pigtails may have helped the effect. I was then entertained by a slow strip with continuous eye contact and smiles. I will quickly talk you through and you can see what you can manage."

"I can do sensual strip, sorry, a quick run down please."

"Her top came off first plenty of playing with her firm young tits, you are sorting that out shortly I know, bum wiggling and slapping. For most of a reasonably long performance she was sitting with her legs apart, playing around and in, her pussy with one hand and squeezing a tit with the other.

Carol then did a similar performance, perhaps not as relaxed as Michelle but I think that was because she was sort of angry with me and determined to be as good. "Okay darling, honest feedback, similar marks but you come out on top with the look on your face when you had those two fingers inside at the end. Though del."

"So what did your 'girlfriend' do then?"

"Touchy, it was your idea remember. Look can I fuck a better mood into you before we continue, you may snap even more after I tell you the next bit."

"I know it was my idea and your nasty jealous wife wishes she hadn't had it. I know it was only fair that you had the chance to be naughty but just how nasty is it of me being angry when you do? You let me fuck as much as I can get and I do not like it when you do, that is so horrible of me, I am sorry."

"Would it help if we just go downstairs and have a drink, I can read out a few points from my list. You don't need to try and copy I like you just as you are."

"That is a far better answer than I deserve, let's try a dispassionate report from my market researcher, and you must tell me were I can improve. No silly comments about losing ten years but honest ones please, I need a large vodka, now."

We settled down on the settee, we had both slipped on our dressing gowns, and both had our drinks, "Michelle then called me over and after obviously inspecting my equipment, took the tip into her mouth, no condom and gave me -- please don't yell -- the best tongue action I have ever had. She had this barbell through her tongue and I am sorry but she did know how to give a wonderful sensation with it."

"If it was that good, sounds like I have got some more expenses. You don't like most piercing, would you like me to have one? They do sound a bit uncomfortable."

"Up to you darling but I am dispassionately reporting that it was one hell of a sensation, both then and later, when she licked my ball sack and the full length of my cock "

"Okay, okay, enough detail, I get the point. If you think it is that good, I had better have it done."

"Not much better talking down here is it, I love you, I love you with all my heart and you are more than enough women for me -- with or with out, lumps of metal in your mouth."

With that, Carol cuddled up to me and with tears in her eyes said, "I am so sorry, it is my love for you that is making me like this. I think I had better give up on this stupid idea of whoreing my body out, if I can't accept that you can be naughty, I do not deserve your indulgence."

"Well that is certainly up to you but all the grief you are now feeling would not have been necessary. Up to you, I am happy to give you a free pass anytime you want one, but I only want you in return."

"I am such a bitch, I don't know how to say sorry. Would you like to see Michelle again?"

"Oh that is a good idea, what would you do then, never talk to me again? I do not want any women but you. It was your idea I made that appointment."

"Oh I didn't mean it like that, I thought that would be a good way to punish me for being so nasty to you."

"Well it would be punishment but I do not think it would help, do you?

We then went back up stairs and had the most fantastic sex, starting with mutual oral but a nice long work out in her pussy. We both agreed it had been good and both avoided any suggestion of comparison. "I am back to normal darling but you must think of some way to punish your very naughty wife, are you into spanking or even a whip I deserve it."

"We have hurt each other enough. No! I do not want to hurt your beautiful body, although I could try and chew one of those lovely nipples off. Lets try!" We played around for a while, getting back to normal, although I did refrain from mentioning that Michelle had put something on her nipples to make them taste of strawberry.

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Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 04



For the next few days we did not mention my market research with Michelle, sex was good, though I think Carol was still feeling guilty. One night she was giving me a superb mouth and very deep throat job but when I shot off and thanked her she said, "Darling, would it really have been better for you if I had a lump of metal in my mouth?"

"That was so good my darling Carol, it is hard to imagine it getting any better."

"You are the very best husband, I know you can, and probably were, imagining it been better. Your nasty, ungrateful and jealous wife is going to get her tongue pierced to give you extra pleasure. It will also act as a reminder to me, because every time I feel it, I will be reminded what a wonderful husband I have."

"You don't need to do that, it must feel uncomfortable, especially when you first have it done."

"I know that, I have done some research, I have booked in to have it done, just before I go and have my boobs stuffed. That way all the pain and discomfort is out the way in one hit. While I am at it, does my dear husband want any other decoration, or modifications done to my body?"

"Your husband is more than happy with the way it is now, I think that will be enough to handle at one go. Please do not make me do any more research though, I may get other ideas."

"Look, talking of your research, we must not waste it after all the anguish it caused your bitch of a wife. How about you tell Elise all the gruesome details, because I will be more dispassionate getting it second hand."

"Let me get this straight, you are asking me to talk to your new boss about my experiences in Bristol? You want me to talk about sex with a woman who looks nearly as good as you, with real boobs, and not embarrass myself with my cock bursting through my trousers? There are hardly anymore details I have not mentioned, why don't I just tell you?"

"Because your bitch of a wife will get all grumpy with her dear husband again. Hey I have an idea, remember a few years ago we bought that silly ball gag and the wrist restraints? Go and find those."

"Now that is an idea, you can listen to all my nasty comments and not be able to interrupt. I can find them but let's give him a bit longer to recover and then we can make it an interesting session." 

While I found the kit in a box in the roof, because neither of us had got off on the idea of pain, Carol followed me around but did seem more than a little apprehensive. When I had found them I said, "I think I am already hard enough, let's get started. Have you any last requests my darling?"

"No, just tell me all the details and then give me a really good fucking, any way you like. I love you."

"Great, strip off completely, but get those lovely six inch heels on and I will get you ready." She did look great standing there naked, and she did have a smile on her face as I tightened the wrist restraints and then hooked them together, with her arms behind her back. Fitting the gag in place took me a while, the ball did fill her mouth very efficiently and the harness did up behind her head. It was already firmly in place but tightening up the chin strap, as hard as I could, had her speechless.

"I seem to have got my jealous wife in listening mode, perhaps I can have a little fun now." As I collected various belts from my drawer her beautiful eyes followed every movement. I wrapped one around the top of her arms and pulled them together in a very uncomfortable position, "Shake your head if that is too tight darling."

She just looked at me with her big eyes, I continued and backed her up to the foot of the bed and put a belt around each ankle and a bed leg. This had her legs splayed out, they were not impossibly wide and she still managed to balance on her heels. I had to take a fair amount of time balancing a spare mattress and all the available pillows up on the bed to make it impossible for her to fall back and hurt herself.

"Sorry that took so long my darling. Now, what shall I do to my jealous wife?" I knelt down and licked her lovely hairless pussy, teasing out her clit with my tongue and she was soon wiggling her lovely body. I gently sucked her clit fully awake and bit it between my upper teeth and tongue, my darling was getting very moist.

I then stood up and keeping her pussy interested with one hand, massaged a tit with the other, while sucking and gently biting the nipple. Her moans of pleasure were distorted by the gag but it was very obvious I had given her a good orgasm. "You seem in a receptive mood so I will pass on a couple of tips now. On the subject of nipples, Michelle had put some strawberry flavouring on hers which tasted pleasant and rather surprising but I liked it during her warm up when she bit my nipples."

I then stood back, she was still watching me with her big eyes, "Now what shall I do with my silent wife now, I do not want to abuse that lovely body. Would you like me to find a feather and tickle that lovely hairless pussy? Just say no if you do not like the idea." Carol absolutely hates been tickled, and I expect the muffled sounds and the shaking head were an attempt to tell me.

"Nothing to say darling, In that case don't go away, I will go downstairs and see what I can find." She was shaking her head and mumbling into the gag as I left the room. I spent quite a long time looking for a feather duster I knew we had somewhere. Finding it, I took it back to the bedroom and when she spotted it, she started struggling again. Drool was dripping down her chin as she tried to say no.

I pulled up the stool and sat facing her, I lightly ran the feathers up her thigh and across her pussy lips. She thrashed around so much that I was worried that she would break her ankle falling off her shoes. "Darling that looks dangerous, I will untie your legs and clear the bed, then you will have to lie down and let me continue. If you do not cooperate, I will tighten the belts on your arms which I think, look plenty painful enough as they are."

As I freed her legs and cleared off the bed, her eyes were glaring, rather than smiling at me, she really did dislike being tickled. When I removed her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet she virtually threw herself off the bed. "Now where was I, Michelle did stick her finger just inside my bum while I was fucking her, not keen myself but I take it some guys would like it, or she would not have done it."

I then lightly passed the feathers over her boobs, tummy and pussy which had her wriggling all over the bed, "My dear wife does not seem to be her usual chatty self, must be feeling guilty about been so jealous I suppose." I kissed her on the cheek, "I think I have told you all about her technique now darling. You asked what was included in the price, basic was oral, without a condom – she did not charge extra for the effect of the tongue barbell." 

As soon as I made that remark I set about some serious tickling of her feet, as she kicked and wriggled even more drool spilled out from behind the gag. "Sorry darling, I am nearly finished, basic was oral with pussy, cum in mouth was an extra but she did not offer anal. If I untie you now, will you offer anal?"

She gave an enthusiastic nodding of her head, so I turned her on her side and released the belts from her arms. Although not bruised, they had left deep red marks and it was obvious from her stretching, that they had been painful. "Turn over then darling I will lube up that lovely ass of yours." I had not removed her gag so she just turned over for me.

I took plenty of lube and worked it in, paying attention to her pussy at the same time. She was soon wiggling her ass in the air obviously indicating she was ready. I did wonder if I should remove the gag, but went at it anyway. I did last rather a long time but Carol was enjoying it although her cries of pleasure were very muffled, I honestly enjoy sex with my wife much more than with Michelle.

After I finished I quickly removed her gag, her relief was very apparent, but she gave me a huge kiss and said, "Thank you darling, I deserved that, my shoulders are killing me and my jaw is as sore as hell but it definitely worked. I had no time to think bitchy thoughts. See, your wife does things your whore would not do. That was a very good ass fuck, I enjoyed it."

"Just one more thing I have not mentioned, we did each have a cigarette when we finished."

"You know your wife can do that, remember, I bought some while I was being naughty."

That session cleared the air completely between us, we could even talk about my experiences with Michelle without any problems. Carol confirmed that she was happy, well reasonably happy, with getting her tongue pierced but she had decided to leave the tattoos for awhile, at least. 

The following weekend we went to Brian and Elise's for a meal, we did indeed, all get on very well. Carol even told the full story about her feelings over my research, Brian playfully cursed and said he supposed he would not get offered a research project. He did however, mention the need to experience the tongue piercing when it was in place but was shot down on that idea by both the girls.

As she prepared for her last day at the insurance office she appeared in a lovely mood. She got up early and took ages doing her hair and makeup and put on a simple clingy off white dress with a wide black belt. It was not particularly short but plenty of leg was on display as she was wearing her highest heels. She was wearing, for the last time presumably, her large pads which displayed more tit than she had ever shown for work.

"I bet I give the old letch a hard on today, we will go for a quick drink tonight but I will not be all that late home." 

She was not very late, obviously a few too many drinks, and her eyes looked like she had been crying. She explained that several tears, including her own, had been shed, she had been there for several years. "I even offered the old sod a grope at my tits and a long cuddle, after all, it was him that started me off on my naughty games."

We did have a very energetic weekend, Carol did her very best to give me as much sex as I could possibly want. Her excuse was that she would probably be out of action for some time after her trip to Bristol and did not want me needing Michelle for relief. I was glad she was able to joke about it; I did however assure her that it would not be necessary. 

I was more than satisfied with both her tongue and breasts but we were both looking forward to the arrival of the enhancements. Carol was apprehensive about the pain involved in both procedures but was still looking forward to the anticipated results. As she would probably not feel like driving home, I drove her up on the Sunday night and we stayed in the usual hotel.

First thing on Monday morning I took her to the piercing shop and with very little discomfort she had the, temporarily oversized, barbell inserted in her tongue. As we came out from the shop she mumbled, "So far so good, I expected far more pain, it did not really hurt much at all. It feels downright weird and she told me to try not to play with it but I am very conscious of it and want to move it around."

"Thank you for getting it done darling, pity I have to wait for the two weeks before you can try it out on me. Saying that, I am sure that my wait will be easier than the discomfort you will feel when it swells."

"Talking of discomfort, a tiny hole and a few ounces of metal inserted in my body seems fine. Very soon I am going to have two tunnels carved out from my armpits to my chest and the equivalent of a bag of sugar pushed into each hole. I have a funny feeling that it will be just a little more painful."

"The piercing was better than you anticipated, it may not be too bad, remember, you will be asleep all the time."

"Yes but I will have to wake up, I am apprehensive obviously but not exactly worried. I just hope that we like the result of all the pain." I dropped her at the clinic, giving her 'little' boobs a farewell squeeze, and returned home. Carol was to overnight at the clinic but all being well, I would collect her in the morning.

She called just after tea and in a rather sleepy and mumbled voice she said, "All apparently went well my darling, at the moment my tongue is giving me more discomfort than my boobs. I know it has become a habit of mine when I stay in Bristol but I have been naughty again. When we talked about the size of my new boobs, I said about 300cc in each which would have made them similar to my nice pads. Talking it over with the Doctor again, he said that far more women wished they had chosen bigger rather than smaller enhancement."

"I know I like it when you are naughty but I hope you are not saying you have made yourself into a freak."

"Don't be silly, he said I would have no problem taking larger ones, so I have gone for 400cc which will make my bra jump from the B to a D. When we are lying on the bed, I am sure my husband will appreciate them rubbing on his chest, as I run my steel enhanced tongue along his cock. I am still all bound up at the moment so I do not know what they look like. I am going to sleep now. I will call in the morning to confirm they are letting me out."

In the morning Carol telephoned and in a very mumbled voice managed to say, "I think he put one of the implants in my tongue, it feels ten times its normal size. Other than a general ache my boobs feel fine, although they have given me a couple more pills this morning for the pain. The doctor has not seen me yet but I am sure things will be alright, you can drive on up."

I did have a short wait when I arrived but she soon came to the reception and the nurse gave me her bag and wished her luck.. Carol was looking fine, she was wearing jeans and a polo neck jumper – it did seem to be packed extra full. She took my hand and mumbled, "Can't kiss or cuddle you, sorry. My mouth is by far the most uncomfortable bit, the boobs are still only a dull ache."

She was reasonably relaxed, although not at all chatty, on the drive home. I did drive over a speed hump a little fast which got a yelp, "Fuck! Take it easy darling, that got my new toys bouncing, it feels like I have a brick stuffed into each one remember and you just tried to shake them free." Carol did have an uncomfortable week but by the weekend her tongue had returned to normal, which had been her greatest annoyance. 

On the Saturday she took Elise with her on a shopping trip, it had become obvious that a completely new upper body wardrobe was required. She came back in a very good mood, her tongue was now fine and although there was still some bruising, all her breast pain had gone. Although she was recommended to wear a bra for several weeks, she had put on a new top to show the full effect.

She was wearing a blue silk halter-top which showed an extremely impressive amount of flesh. They were just a little larger than I had expected, being a leg man, but honestly they looked good. They moved nicely as she walked towards me, a natural amount of sag as the top gave little support. "Looking good babe, am I allowed to play with them now?"

"No, we have both got to forgo that pleasure for at least a couple of weeks yet. I think we could go off to bed and see if you appreciate whether all the discomfort you have given my mouth was worth it." We both stripped off and she sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt down, with a lovely smile, as she looked at me and worked her barbell around her lips.

She used her tongue, with the added barbell, to run the length of my cock and twirl around the head in a most fantastic manner. I know I had not cum for several days but her technique had me firing a long stream of cum, which she directed at her tits, in what seemed to be less than a minute. "Darling, that was marvellous, I did not even need your mouth or lips, that was just a tongue job."

"Obviously a good investment, it would be a good idea if you shaved off all the hair down here like I did, I could have even more fun then." She then started to gently rub my cum into her new tits. "How do you like these, better not get physical with then for a few more days though. Perhaps if I put a bra on you could have a go at my pussy, if you are not too enthusiastic."

"I do like your enhancements, the tongue was fantastic and yes, I will shave all my hair off, sounds like fun. Those tits look great, I did not really think they were necessary but seeing the result, I am glad you had it done. They are just right, not too big, you may even turn me away from my leg fetish. I wish I could play with them, I must admit to thinking it would be nice to give them the odd slap as I fuck you."

"That is an unusual comment from you, though I suppose I have confirmed their status as sex objects. Give it a few weeks and I think we will try that, let me cover them with a bra and I will get to work with my tongue again." She put on a very bland sports bra and we settled down to some mutual oral, she was getting used to her barbell and using it to full advantage. My attention to her engorged pussy was also well appreciated, she was obviously ready for some release.

I slipped in, using a standard missionary position, and we both tried to take it easy so as not to shake her boobs too much. Carol was very appreciative of the attention and was soon assisting my humping in a far too enthusiastic way. Her new boobs were bouncing all over the place but she soon had a shuddering orgasm closely followed by my own. She was very appreciative but did say that we should take it easy for a few more days as we had pulled the scars a little.

The following morning she was happy that we had done no damage but limited our pleasure to some mutual oral for another week. On the Monday she dressed for her first day in her new job, I was a little surprised at her choice but she had agreed with Elise what was best. Carol wore a nice pair of boots, three inch heels, under a pair of fairly tight jeans. A blue halter top looked good over her new boobs but with only a little cleavage on show, the whole covered by a smart black jacket.

When she got home in the evening she was very pleased with her day, all had gone very well. There was a small office with three younger girls and five full time guys working in the warehouse and apparently there were a number of others on call for events. All her colleagues appeared very friendly and she was sure she would pick up the routine very easily.

Over the next six weeks or so, Carol settled into her new job much to her satisfaction and both Brian and Elise were also very pleased. She had picked up the routine enough to be left in charge while the others went off to a large boat show on the Isle of Wight. She was in a good mood with work and life in general but did jokingly say she was jealous of Elise, who would have the opportunity to catch up with her punter count.

That same six weeks had gradually got our sex life up to a new level, her tongue had healed and she had changed her barbell for a shorter one. Her boobs had settled down into position and all the bruising had disappeared. They looked fantastic when displayed and surprisingly natural when naked, we were both very pleased with the result.

She had become extremely adept at using her tongue and gave me at great deal of pleasure - I had shaved all my pubic hair off. Although I was very worried when she first tried, she could now take my balls into her mouth and gently run her tongue over them, it was ecstasy.

By no means on every occasion but when having a particularly energetic missionary session, I would slap the outside of her boobs. It was strange because neither of us had ever got off on rough sex but we both found it very intense and I would leave her with light bruising some times. 

On the Monday evening Carol got a text message from Elise, well actually from Lisa, "Having a great time, Brian and I each have our own rooms. Give Ron a good fuck, he deserves it for starting us off with your free pass." Carol did immediately do as her boss had told her, she took me off to bed and we had a very energetic anal session.




Carol Confirms Sex Sells Ch. 04



"Are you feeling jealous my darling, when are you going to ask for another free pass. Your interest is building up on your loan you know, your lovely enhancements should be out earning money."

"We are both getting value out of them as it is, I expect an opportunity for me to ask for a pass will come up sometime. I know the job well enough now, Elise and I even joked with Brian that he could look after the office and we went to this one together. She pulled rank and asked for the chance to catch me up, which she seems to be doing."

Early on the Wednesday evening Elise called, Carol answered her first comments with a, "Oh goody, he was moaning about the amount of interest building up on my boob loan." She gave me a smile and added, "I expect I would be allowed a pass." She then fiddled around with the phone and turned it to speaker so I could hear.

"Wait, before either of you say yes, hear the details, I did not want to risk it on my own but I think it will be safe with two of us. The proposition involves a very plush yacht, four rich Arabs around our age, a cruise down to Jersey, flying back after three nights and probably days of fucking."

I butted in and said, "Hey is this the very top end of your new profession, or is it white slave trading?" 

"I have asked around and they are well known in yachting circles, sort of genuine playboys. They just asked me to go but I persuaded them I needed help, silly me, but it seemed safer. We would get a minimum of 5k each but if we are good, or is that bad? probably more."

I mouthed 'go for it' and Carol said, "You are obviously happy with the idea, I could do with a holiday, as my new boss works me very hard. My husband has got a stupid grin on his face and a bulge in his jeans. When do we start?"

After agreeing for me to drive her up in time to join the yacht at eleven the following morning, she finished the call. We stood looking at each other for a moment, letting the situation sink in, Carol then grinned and said, "How is that for a naughty idea, I take it I am allowed to leave my rings behind again? I think we both need to go to bed and have a very energetic fuck before we both explode."

For the rest of the evening I warmed her up for her holiday, in fact, almost wore us both out with three very frantic sessions. In between she did manage to pack as we had to leave early in the morning. As we left the house in the morning, I took her left hand and slipped off her rings, "No commitments darling, enjoy your break." I then dropped the rings into the same glass vase.

A few hours later I dropped her off at the yacht, watching her walk up the plank was a very erotic sight. She wore heels, a very short pair of shorts, and a simple white blouse – as sexy as hell but not slutty. We did have a slight worry about the situation but trusted Elise's judgement.

We were not sure if the cell phone would work but she promised to call as soon as she could. It was tea time when she did call, "Just a quick update you wonderful person, all is just fine. We have each tried three of the lads, fourth one very soon. They are great guys, we are having a ball and they are getting their moneys worth. I will call again sometime tomorrow."

The call got rid of any worries on slave trading, so I relaxed and hoped she would continue to have a good time, she certainly sounded bubbly enough during her brief call. I called Brian and suggested we go for a drink, as we were both at a loose end for a few evenings. Having agreed that we must both be mad letting our wives get their kicks like they were, we decided that we enjoyed the idea just as much and got pleasantly drunk.

Carol gave me a brief call teatime the following day, "Fuck this is hard work, they do not give us long to sunbathe, I do not think one of us would have handled it on our own. Well perhaps if we tried hard, they are a great bunch, very polite and considerate. One in particular has a great cock, long and thin. It is nothing special in the front but around the back it is marvellous, it feels so full without the pain of it pushing in. Umm, nice!"

"Well you can't bring your new toy home with you but enjoy it, while you have no rings on, any new experiences to tell me about?"

"We have been restricted to one on one so far, although we are going to have a group party this evening. Only two cocks each, it is a good job the boys take their little blue tablets!"

"Sounds like you are using your new assets well, have fun my darling and unless they spirit you off to some desert encampment, I will talk to you tomorrow." We did chat for a while, it was very obvious she was enjoying her little 'holiday'. The yacht was high end, with more staff than passengers and she was being pampered all the time she was not fucking.

Her call the following evening was a little later, "Darling, thank you so much for letting me do this, we had a fantastic night. I have lots of stories to tell you when I get home. A few clues for you, double penetration was interesting, especially with my favourite 'ass' cock included. I think Elise is going to get a tongue piercing, she liked playing with mine last night, and liked it even more when we gave the boys a show. Boy! Did I have her squirming."

"I hope you have not had a change of sexual orientation, perhaps Brian and I will get a show one day?"

"Naughty, I have told you before we must not risk that, let me keep the sex separated from our real lives. We cannot have been as good as we thought, the boys are not binding us up and shipping us off to a remote desert fort. We are booked on a flight home this afternoon."

Both Brian and I went to the local airport that afternoon to collect our respective wives, they looked superb walking out arm in arm. They were in a very lively mood, indicating that they had enjoyed some reasonable foreplay but wanted to get down to some loving sex as soon as possible. We set off for our respective homes and we, and I suspect Brian and Elise, spent the remainder of the day in bed.

In between our sessions Carol described how much they had enjoyed their experience, a top of the range cruise with four nice cocks – the perfect break. They were at the very top of their new profession, having collected £10k each and a very expensive gold upper arm bracelet in the shape of a snake.    

After that experience life returned to normal, except that the sexual content remained at a high intensity and frequency. Carol settled into her new job and soon became an indispensable part of the team. Over the next few months no opportunities occurred for the girls to play, although the four of us spent quite a lot of time together.

I had always considered myself a 'leg-man' but Carol's enhanced boobs had moved the focus of my interest. I would often be pleasured with my cock squeezed between her lovely globes, although I usually deposited my cum somewhere more interesting. The majority of our sessions involved a great deal of breast kissing and also a surprising amount of breast slapping.

One Saturday night when Elise and Brian came around for a drink the chat got around to the 'need' for some more action, it had been a long time. There were no obvious opportunities in the up-coming events, so the idea was put on hold, although I think all four of us were disappointed.

By coincidence it was the following day that Carol got a call from her cruise friend with the 'ass' cock. He had apparently rented a flash house in a posh part of London and felt the need for some company for the next four weekends. I was not with her when she took the call but she agreed, knowing our discussion the previous day.

When she told me, she explained that she had changed his request so Elise did two and she did two, the reasoning being that she did not want any chance of becoming emotionally involved. She was sure that it would not happen but why take chances? An interesting twist, which she liked, was that she was to go prepared with a clean bill of health. When I said that sounded great provided he also supplied one, she said of course, that was part of the deal.

The girls were very excited by the idea and both Brain and I had a very busy week keeping them satisfied. Carol was taking the first weekend and after quite a lot of hassle managed to get sexual health clearance just in time. I was almost relieved when she set off for London Friday afternoon, poor Brian had to keep up the pace for another week.

Carol gave me a few quick calls during the weekend, she was having a great time dining at the top restaurants, evenings at a casino and a show. She did mention that the sex was good and plentiful but complained that he was on his own. I could apparently manage as much action over the average weekend.

She returned Monday lunchtime £5k richer and in a superb mood. "Wonderful husband, thank you, that was a lovely weekend, it is possibly just as well I am sharing with Elise – I could get used to that lifestyle. Not being nasty to you but his cock is made for my ass, especially when lubricated with his cum. Take me to bed please, my weekend has prepared me for some loving from my husband."

That afternoon and evening she gave every indication that her Arab friend was not the only person to give her pleasure in the ass. I am reasonably sure that it was not only guilt that kept her milking me of every drop that I could generate – as she had said before, her extra-marital activity was a sex aid for our mutual pleasure.

The other three weekends were equally enjoyed by all concerned, the four of us often got together for the girls to share their experiences. On the weekend following, we all gathered at their house for a Bar-b-Q, with plenty of booze and continuous sexual banter. Although against our self-imposed rules, Brian and I persuaded the girls to give us a show. 

We all went up to the master bedroom and after some initial self conscience giggling, they were well away. It was the first time Brian and I had seen our respective wife's naked and we were both very appreciative – they were two hot ladies. They did not use any aids just their enhanced tongues, lips and fingers to give each other multiple orgasms.

The show must have lasted nearly half an hour, which left two sweat covered women collapsed on the bed smiling at us. Elise broke the silence, "Come on Brian, take me to the spare room, they can use our bed to do something with that thing trying to burst out of his jeans." After that show, I did not last all that long but Carol's screams of pleasure did not completely drown out the similar noises from the next room.

When we finished and went downstairs with the others, all in a very good mood, Brian said, "As we let the girls indulge themselves so often, I think they should show a little gratitude for the rest of the evening. With the display they gave us earlier, I do not think it is breaking our rules if they both strip down to heels only, for the rest of the evening."

We had a very enjoyable night with the girls displaying their tits, comparing real and fake boobs, the consensus was, they were two perfect sets. The perfect evening ended without us breaking our self-imposed rule and after a frantic session in bed, we both agreed that it had been for the best, although both of us were tempted.

For several months both girls had the odd nights away but neither took the opportunity to play, they both felt that it would be an anticlimax after their upmarket games. They did not hear from their friend and joked that he had probably found a younger model, although hoping, that he was just no longer in the country. 

It was early May when they hit the jackpot of their new, all be it, part-time and almost retired profession. Carol was contacted by her 'ass' friend, who made an offer that she could not, and did not want, to refuse. Both girls were offered to spend the week of the Monaco grand prix, providing the entertainment while the yacht was anchored in the Monte Carlo harbour.

Apparently there were to be the original four guys, plus one younger brother and two older gentlemen and all would provide clean medicals. The idea of seven men did not deter the girl's one little bit, even when warned that the older ones could be a little rough. No suggestion of bondage or real pain but he warned that the odd bruise may be apparent, particularly on boobs or ass, after a session with his father.

The girls had a full month to prepare for their 'job,' which mainly involved visits to the tanning parlour and lots of shopping. Their purchases seemed to consist mainly of very high heeled shoes and minuscule bikinis. Both Brian and I were also heavily involved in the preparation, they were both insatiable. Carol also insisted on me smacking her breast on several occasions, the idea seemed to turn her on, rather than worry her.

On occasions, she actually ended up with some bruising so we refrained from that activity as the time for departure came nearer, because she wanted to look her best. Brian took all four of us to the airport to see the girls off and they did look fabulous. We figured that they had each spent £1,000 on wardrobe and beauty treatments but that was small change, compared with the £20k they were each being paid. The mood they were in when they left, I am sure they would have been happy to pay that much to be allowed to go.

Both Brian and I received similar calls mid-evening, Carol had time for quite a long chat and was very happy with life. Apparently the older guys were not into group activity, so her play had started with a session on her own with the older guy, the father of most of her friends. Although friendly and appreciative, he had treated her to the roughest sex session she had ever experienced, far harder than her other session with all five of the youngsters.

She phoned again the next evening, giving me details of a night spent alone with the other older man – not much stamina but good while he lasted. All afternoon both girls had entertained the five guys, apparently good fun due to the odds. She was to spend the night, and possibly several more, with the father. Lisa had not been as responsive to his rough treatment, so Carol would have to entertain him most nights, although the thought of some more rough treatment did not worry her.

Each evening I received a long call detailing her experiences, she was more than happy with both the sex and the pampering. The girl's day started with breakfast followed by some sun bathing on deck, or using the pool. Their rest was occasionally interrupted by one of the guys wanting a quick, "one on one," which she liked 'to keep her warmed up'. After lunch they would pair off with one of the older guys for a lengthy session.

Their evening meal was usually taken in one of the up-market restaurants on shore, followed by a visit to a casino. Back on the boat a good session with the five youngsters, usually entailed two or three hours of intensive action. Then Carol would spend the night with her older man, he would probably manage two sessions involving some slapping and hair pulling. A quick oral for him in the morning and another day would start.

With no other duties and plenty of pampering, she was having a great time, the sex she described as 'formula one fucking'. She described it as just about the best any woman could wish for, the only thing that could have improved it for her, was my participation.

All too soon from the girls point of view, but not for Brian and I, we picked the girls up from the airport. They both looked radiant, sporting perfect tans and in a happy and lively mood. Later inspection proved that they had suffered no damage, other than some bruising apparent on Carol's breasts, and even more insatiable sexual appetites.

The experience had been enjoyed so much by the girls, that over the next few weeks we all got together and agreed, that reverting to the quickies after a show, would be pure anti-climax. We actually settled down to the four of us getting together most weekends for some sharing, using the excuse that the girls needed some extra action. 

Life settled down to a pleasant routine, although both girls still hoped for a call from their Arab friends.

That is all of Carol's adventures, thank you to all of you that gave the earlier parts a fair comment or vote.

Although I have never done so on previous stories, I am going to delete some of the more extreme comments. This story, and this site for that matter, deal with fantasy not with real life. If you get upset reading through 5,000 plus words in each part – don't - find another hobby.