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Carole's Punishment

By: jack_straw



Mark Banning would forever afterward remember almost everything about the day that his life changed irrevocably, and not, at first, for the better.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in mid-July, yet another steamy, sunny, sultry Southern day. Mark was in the semi-private meeting room at one of the city’s swankier restaurants with a number of his colleagues from the large daily newspaper where he’d worked as a copy editor for many years.

The paper was in the final process of interviewing a hotshot reporter from a smaller paper upstate who was looking to fill a vacancy for an investigative reporter. The selection committee, of which Mark was a part, was looking to close the deal and make the young man an offer, so they wanted to impress the man by springing for a meal at a fine restaurant that specialized in Creole cuisine.

The group was in the middle of their salads, when Mark saw something he wasn’t supposed to see. He looked up from his plate just in time to see his wife, Carole, stroll in to the main dining hall on the arm of a tall, distinguished-looking man and trailed by two young men of about college age.

Mark’s stomach literally fell to his feet, and he wasn’t the only one who noticed his wife. Most of the men in the large room swiveled the eyes as she went past, as well they should have, for Carole was dressed in a very thin, pale pink dress that fit snug across her breasts, with very thin spaghetti straps over her otherwise bare shoulders. The dress stopped well short of her knees, and in back, it was tied in an intricate pattern that left most of her back bare. That and the way the dress fit across her chest – not to mention the dark impression of the nipples underneath the material – left no doubt that she was not wearing a bra. Carole’s shoulder-length dark brown hair, with the loose bangs in front, had been freshly trimmed and brushed to a silky sheen, and her pretty face had been exquisitely made up. 

Because the room where the group from the paper was seated was off to the side of the main dining hall, and the group Carole was with was seated at a booth at the far opposite corner of the large room, with Carole’s back to the other diners, she never noticed Mark’s presence. 

Mark felt like he was hanging at the edge of a bottomless pit, for seeing his wife like this was the confirmation of a lot of nebulous suspicions he’d had about Carole’s behavior over the previous few months. Ever since she had gotten that promotion to something called the liaison officer at Bourne and Bourne, the stock brokerage company where she worked, Carole had changed radically.

Yes, it all added up now, Mark thought, as a gnawing feeling began to grow in the pit of his stomach. Yet he was bewildered as much as he was angry. What had happened to his once-loving wife of 22 years that would cause her to have an affair? And there was no question that she was quite intimate with this man, whoever he was. As Mark picked at his meal, he watched as Carole, while consuming several margaritas during the course of her lunch, laughed delightedly, clutched at the man’s arm and frequently rested her head on the man’s shoulders.

In his mind, Mark went over all of the telltale signs from the past few months that seemed to indicate that Carole was cheating on him.

To begin with, Carole had suddenly become very vague about the duties of her new job, which was a complete departure from her previous jobs, which she had freely discussed with him. He had finally cornered her a week or so after she returned from her long weekend trip to New York with her bosses in April – another red flag – and the answer had not been reassuring.

“OK, if you must know,” she had said with an exasperated tone in her voice. “My job is to facilitate communication between the Bournes and management personnel, and between the company and some of our best clients. That’s all I can really tell you.” It was the stock answer she had rehearsed for weeks in anticipation of that moment. That seemed odd to Mark, since Carole was an accountant by trade.

There had been other changes as well. She had started going to the gym in the mornings before every workday now, instead of the three days a week she had gone before, and she was much fussier about her appearance than she had been before. Carole had also been working more and more evenings, and coming home late, often drunk and looking quite bedraggled. And that was another thing; Carole had never been much of a drinker, but now she was drinking far more than she ever had before, and had recently started drinking quite heavily at home on weekends, which she had never done before. They had argued quite heatedly about it after she had gotten drunk at a Fourth of July picnic, tripped over her own feet and fallen flat on her face. 

It wasn’t that Mark was a stick in the mud, far from it. He had been known as a real hell raiser when he was younger, and he still enjoyed a beer or two, especially the dollar-fifty longnecks at his favorite watering hole, a funky old tavern just off downtown in the city’s university district, not too far from the paper. But Carole’s drinking habits had all the appearance of quickly becoming alcoholism, and that concerned him.

At times, Carole was still as affectionate toward him as she’d always been, but more and more, she was pushing him away, keeping him at arm’s length. And as for sex, that was a joke. Mark could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times they had made love in the past five months, so much so that he had finally resumed pleasuring himself, a practice he thought he had outgrown years ago.

There were other things, too. Once, a couple of months previously, he slipped into the shower with Carole, hoping to initiate some intimacy and had been alarmed to see red marks all over her torso, like she had been manhandled. When he asked Carole about it, she had laughed nervously and claimed she’d gotten a massage at the gym, and that the masseuse had gotten a little rough. And that had been the last time she’d let him shower with her, or see her naked.

And, finally, that very morning, Carole had seemed nervous and excited about something, but she had just told him he was imagining things.

It was truly bewildering to Mark. He loved Carole – and had since the first time he’d laid eyes on her back in college – and he didn’t want to lose her. But he could not abide being married to a cheater. He considered walking up to her table and confronting her right then and there, but decided against it. He was not one to make a public scene, and besides, he needed to gather some hard evidence and think through a strategy either for saving his marriage or for laying the groundwork for a divorce on terms favorable to him.

Carole had indeed been nervous and excited, ever since getting the call the previous afternoon from Henry Henderson, whom she had met in New York in April. Henry had said he was flying in to her city that evening for business and that he would like to see her the next day for lunch. He also said pointedly that he was bringing his two sons, Ryan, who was 21, and Blaine, aged 19. Both were out of college for the summer and working for him. She had immediately phoned Mary Jones, the Bournes’ private secretary, who supervised her activities as the liaison officer, and Mary had said she would gladly clear Carole’s docket for the whole day so she could take good care of Henderson.

Henry Henderson was the company’s largest and most important client, and keeping him happy was always top priority with the Bournes. Henderson’s account was also the one that the brothers had used to manipulate Carole into becoming the liaison officer, which was a cynical euphemism for the company whore.

The twins who owned and operated the company used the office as a cruel way of getting revenge on their father’s widow, his sixth wife, who had slyly conned them out of their rightful inheritance, a profitable plantation that had been in the brothers’ family for generations; never mind that the women they exploited for that purpose were completely innocent and ignorant of the brothers’ motivation for doing what they were doing. The liaison officer was expected to provide sexual favors to worthy employees and top clients of the firm in exchange for working off a debt they said the woman owed for misuse of funds, in order for her to stay out of jail and avoid prosecution for embezzlement.

It was all a scam, and Henderson had allowed himself to be used for that purpose, although he was increasingly uncomfortable with his role in their nefarious plots, especially after he and his wife had come to know and like Carole, who had given them one of the best nights of sex they’d had in quite some time when she’d visited them in April.

As for Carole, she remembered that night quite fondly, especially Henry’s classically proportioned 11-inch cock. She had been disappointed when he’d said he was bringing his sons, until a wicked thought crossed her mind, and as it did, her pussy began to drool heavily in anticipation. Why not fuck all three of them? Ever since the orgy that had climaxed her weekend in New York, she had come to accept occasional group encounters as part of the job. Sometimes she got off on them; sometimes they were a real ordeal, but she never questioned that that was to be part of her role as liaison officer.

When she thought about it soberly, which was happening less and less these days, she still became agitated. In fact, Carole was by now a hopeless basket case. Physically, her body had come to need the sexual stimulation that her job entailed, but mentally and emotionally, she was conflicted. Mentally, she still felt guilty about what she was doing behind her husband’s back, and her emotional state often swung wildly between exhilaration at the sensuality of all the sex that she was engaged in and depression over how she had allowed herself to be maneuvered into such a role. And her feelings were further conflicted by the fact that she still loved Mark quite deeply. He was the one certain thing in her life that she could depend on. But in her increasingly diseased mind, pushing him away was her means of protecting him from the harsh truth of her situation.

Her solution was to drown herself in booze, and, lately, pills. She had recently been introduced to the latest designer sex drug by one of the younger executives in the company, and she had also started taking a powerful sedative to help her sleep without the nightmares that had begun to intrude upon her subconscious. She had a vague sense that she was on a rapidly escalating downward spiral, but by now she was far too deeply involved in what she was doing to quit, and even if she had wanted to, the Bournes weren’t about to let her stop right then. Later, when she was a complete wreck and officially divorced from her once-loving husband, they’d turn her out forcibly, the way they had with the 13 women who had previously filled the position, but that time had not yet arrived. 

Carole had left for work that morning the way she usually did, dressed in gym shorts and tank top with a sports bra underneath, a bra she quickly discarded as soon as she’d driven around the corner from her house. She had all but quit wearing underwear; the Bournes had originally forbade her from having anything on her body that might restrict access to her sex, other than her outer wear. And once she’d gotten used to the freedom that afforded her, she found wearing panties and a bra to be confining. The only exception was during her period, and while that restricted her from some sexual activity, it didn’t always. A few of her clients actually preferred fucking her during her period, and even those who didn’t like a red weenie could still access her asshole and her mouth.

She’d gone to the gym that morning and worked out hard, then had gone to her favorite dress shop and bought the sexy little number she was wearing when she met Henry and his sons. She had driven to their hotel and carried a hang-up bag with a change of clothes for later. Then they had climbed in his limo, and had brought her to the restaurant that she had suggested. It was out of the way and expensive, and she was certain she wouldn’t run into anyone she might have known. Along the way, she got to know Henry’s sons. The boys were slightly smaller versions of their father, ruggedly handsome, solidly built and as friendly and outgoing as their father. Carole wondered with growing excitement if they had inherited their father’s cock size as well.

By the time the group had finished lunch, everyone at the table knew what was to come. Each of the boys had surreptitiously felt her legs up from across the table, and Henry had already explored Carole’s increasingly wet, naked cunt with his hands. Everything was going on underneath the tablecloth so nobody else in the restaurant could see what was going on. Carole had a big shrimp salad and half a dozen frozen margaritas, so by the time they got up to leave, she was smashed.

Mark had slipped out unseen when the group from the paper left the restaurant, and he had quietly gotten in his car and moved it to where he could see the restaurant’s entrance, but he couldn’t be seen. He had told his boss, managing editor Penny White, that he needed to take care of some personal business and that he might be out the rest of the afternoon. Then he had sat back with a large bottle of water and waited. He wanted to see where Carole went after their meal.

A half-hour passed, and Mark was just about to make a quick dash to a nearby convenience store for something – anything – cold to drink in the sweltering heat, when he saw the group emerge from the restaurant. Carole was clearly drunk, as she was having trouble walking and was leaning on the older gentleman for support. Mark could see their faces clearly, and while the older man had something of a benevolent expression on his face, the younger men were ogling Carole with undisguised lust in their eyes. Mark felt a quick flash of anger rise in him at that. How dare they! That was his wife, the woman he loved, that they were leering at, but then Carole turned and laughed pleasantly at them, and his heart sank. It was obvious that she was enjoying the attention from the trio of men, and Mark began to suspect, correctly, that all three of them were about to get into his wife’s hot pussy.

The group waited at the entrance of the restaurant for a few minutes, then a long limousine pulled up to the entrance and the group got in the back seat. That impressed Mark, in spite of his consternation. Whoever Carole’s friend was, he was obviously very wealthy. And that depressed and puzzled him further. Mark knew he would never get rich working for the newspaper, and he had always thought that Carole was fine with that. She was of the same working-class stock that he was, and she had always had a disdain for the pretensions of the rich. But obviously, something had happened to change all of that.

Mark followed at a discrete distance as the limo pulled into the street then headed for the expressway toward downtown. The back windows were darkened, of course, and it was a good thing, because if he had been able to see in the back seat he would have seen his wife acting positively lewdly.

Henry had gotten in the middle seat, facing back, while Carole got in the back seat between the sons, facing Henry. As soon as they were off, Carole licked her lips lasciviously and winked at Henry before plopping each of her hands on the laps of his sons. It was time to find out how far the apple had fallen from the tree, she thought, and as she massaged their rapidly growing bulges, she concluded that the apples hadn’t fallen far. Both Ryan and Blaine were quite well endowed, not, it appeared, as well-endowed as Henry, but then who was. Nevertheless, both boys appeared to have fine cocks in the 10-inch range, more than enough to satisfy her itch for big dicks.

As she rubbed her hands over the swelling cocks that hung low in their slacks, she leaned over to her left and gave Ryan a deep, sloppy kiss, then turned to her right and gave a similar kiss to Blaine. She was drunk and horny, and she was eagerly anticipating this encounter. Ryan and Blaine needed no coaxing, but both ran their hands up the insides of Carole’s thighs to her hot, dripping pussy. Although they were fairly young, they were experienced cocksmen, having bedded more than their share of hot, willing coeds at the college they both attended. This trip, and this afternoon’s experience, was their father’s way of thanking them for their hard work that summer. Henry had put them on the line, with the working grunts, the same way his father had when he was their age, and they had responded favorably, diving into the hard physical work with gusto and without complaint.

While one brother plunged two fingers deep in Carole’s cunt, the other rolled a finger around her throbbing clit; then they’d switch. For several minutes they did this, switching off frequently while Carole leaned her head back on the seat and reveled in the feelings, until she finally pulled their hands away, and told them to slow down, that she didn’t want to cum just yet. 

Besides, it was her turn to work. First, she moved her hands back to Ryan’s crotch and opened his fly, fishing out his rock-hard boner. Carole gave a little cooing sound as she ran her hands lightly over the smooth, hot shaft. Then she opened Blaine’s pants and pulled his cock out, and set about lightly jacking them both off at the same time, while alternating deep, sensual kisses with both young men.

Grinning wickedly at Henry, she broke the kiss and leaned over, putting her head in Blaine’s lap. She licked the underside of his cock, slathering the shaft with her saliva. She paused when she reached the head, and her eyes sparkled as she saw a big dollop of pre-cum boil out the tip. She licked the clear fluid into her mouth, savoring the taste with a hum of satisfaction. Then she opened her mouth wide and slowly covered the head with her lips. She methodically slid her mouth over the shaft, feeling the head scud into her throat, until she had him completely embedded in her mouth. She made furious sucking motions for just a couple of seconds before beginning a slow up-and-down motion on his cock.

Blaine thought he must have died and gone to heaven. No college girl he’d ever had could suck cock like this mature beauty, and he told her just how good she was making him feel. At the same time, she continued to lightly stroke Ryan’s purple-veined dick, getting him warmed up.

When Carole felt like she needed to come up for air, she pulled her mouth off Blaine’s cock and turned her attention to Ryan. She gave him the same slow, seductive treatment she’d given his brother, and Ryan decided then and there that he wanted to be the first to shoot a big load of cum down this woman’s throat. Carole sucked on Ryan for a while, then returned to Blaine, and spent the rest of the ride alternating between the two young men. Occasionally, she’d steal a glance over at Henry, and was gratified to see him rubbing his hard-on under his pants as he watched her blow his sons.

As for Mark, he was glad they were in a limo; it made it easier for him to hang back so he couldn’t be suspected of following them, yet he could still keep them in sight. Along the way, he began working out the details of how he would catch his wife in adultery, and amass the proof he needed, although he still wasn’t sure what he would do when he had his evidence. He’d let events figure that out for him, he finally decided.

After about a 20-minute drive, the limo reached its exit, and headed for the bustling downtown. Mark stayed several car lengths behind, until the limo reached the city’s most exclusive, most luxurious hotel. The long vehicle pulled into the circular drive, stopped and allowed its passengers to disembark. Mark watched as the foursome entered the hotel, blissfully unaware that they were being spied upon. Satisfied that Carole was headed for an afternoon tryst, Mark drove on to the paper, which wasn’t far away. Let her have her fun, he thought grimly, his day was about to come.


Carole's Punishment



As soon as the door closed on the top-floor suite Henry had booked, the boys sandwiched Carole between their bodies, Ryan in front and Blaine behind her. Ryan kissed her furiously, while Blaine dry-humped her from behind as he reached around and cupped her tits and lightly pinched her stiff nipples. Blaine moved his hands down to Carole’s skirt and pulled it up to her waist, then rubbed her naked butt in a slow, easy motion then reached around front and felt her wiry pubic hair and drooling snatch. Meanwhile, Henry had popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and offered Carole a glass, which she accepted and drained almost in one motion. She laughed giddily as Ryan and Blaine together pulled her dress over her head, leaving her clad only in her high heels.


While Blaine cupped Carole’s tits with his hands, making them stick outward, Ryan bent down and alternated sucking each of her nipples, licking, sucking and even nibbling on the rock-hard tips. Carole groaned in heavy arousal as she felt the sensations travel on an expressway from her tits to her pussy and hence to her brain. She was so ready for this, and she finally pushed the boys away and told them, all three of them, to get naked. As Henry and his sons were undressing, she poured another glass of champagne and quickly downed it as she watched the trio expose themselves to her lustful gaze. 

When all three men were naked, they each sat down, Henry and Ryan on the large sofa and Blaine on the overstuffed chair that sat right by the sofa. At this point, Henry gently took over the proceedings.

“Ryan, you did say you wanted our guest to give you a blow job, didn’t you?” Henry said. Ryan just nodded, and Henry continued, “OK, you’ll get your blow job, then Blaine, you can fuck her pussy, but I want her ass. I wanted to stick my dick between those succulent buns when you were with us in April, Carole, but I never got the chance. Well now’s the chance.”

“Yeah, but first…” Carole said, dropping to her knees in front of the men. Then she proceeded to spend several minutes sucking furiously on each cock, the sons first, then Henry’s beautiful 11-incher. Ryan and Blaine both looked on goggle-eyed as Carole inhaled their father’s boner without so much as a gag. This was the first time they’d ever seen their dad with a full hard-on, and they were impressed. And they were even more impressed that Carole could take him in her mouth like she could.

When Carole had given all three men a taste of her hot mouth, she fully turned her attention to Ryan. Taking both hands, she cupped his balls then slowly worked them up his slick shaft. As she did, her mouth followed, and she sucked each of his balls into her mouth, first one at a time then both at the same time. Continuing upward, she dramatically licked her way up his shaft until she reached the head of his dick, and without stopping covered it with her lips and plunged her mouth over the head. In one liquid motion, she covered his dick with her mouth and throat until she had all but that part of his base where her fist was propping his cock upward, and for a few seconds she even covered that with her lips.

Uuuuuuuup, she moved her mouth on his shaft; dowwwwwwwn, she covered his dick, lashing the shaft with her tongue. Over and over she did this, with increasingly brisk strokes. Up and down, up and down, she worked Ryan’s cock like a pro, until he was thrusting up with his hips, trying to drive as much of his cock – and more – into her mouth and throat as was humanly possible. 

It wasn’t long before he could feel the tingling in his balls that told him he about to shoot one of the king loads of his young life. Humping upward furiously, he gave a croaking sound as he let loose with a volcano of cum, splattering the back of Carole’s throat as she clamped her lips on the base of his cock and expertly milked his cock of all of his thick, heavy load. She worked her throat muscles rhythmically to make sure she swallowed every drop and she didn’t quit until Ryan finally slumped back in the sofa, his wilting cock momentarily sated.

Carole smiled lustily as she licked her lips of any lingering vestiges of Ryan’s cum. She idly felt between her legs, and was amazed to see that she was wet as far as halfway to her knees.

“God, I need a dick in me so baaaaaad!” she exclaimed. Blaine, who was next, knew what he wanted first, however. Getting up from the chair, he maneuvered Carole face down on the big chair then knelt behind her, spread her legs slightly and dove in nose first. He pulled Carole’s pussy lips open and tongued her cunt from behind, paying special attention to her obscenely bloated clit, which hung low from its hood. Carole gave a sharp gasp as Blaine ate her pussy with an expertise that belied his years. She was just about to cum, when he lashed his tongue upward, to her puckered little asshole and licked the tart flesh.

Again, Carole was just on the verge of a massive orgasm, when Blaine pulled his face away, stood up, lined his dick up to the gaping red entrance to her love hole. He teased Carole with it for a few seconds, rubbing the head along the outside of her lips and up between her butt cheeks, before moving down slightly and pushing his dick fully into her cunt, slowly but steadily until he felt his pubic bush meshing with hers.

Almost the moment Blaine’s dick entered her red-hot box, Carole exploded in a white-hot orgasm that spilled out her twitching pussy like a flow of steaming lava, and she humped back furiously in a rhythmic motion that indicated a woman gone mad with lust. Blaine gripped her hips tightly to control the speed and force of his fucking motion, working her back and forth on his turgid prick as it pounded deep with every inward stroke.

Faster and faster he worked Carole, until he went a little too far and his dick flopped out of her cunt, leaving it red, swollen and open to his gaze. Blaine never missed a beat, but simply flipped Carole onto her back on the chair. Carole lifted her legs as high as they would go as Blaine clutched his cock and fed it back into her steaming cunt. When he had it fully embedded in her pussy, he grabbed her ankles, hoisted her legs over her head, leaned his body into hers and began to fuck her with absolute abandon.

At that pace, after the long build-up, it didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. Pumping furiously in Carole’s soupy cunt, he pistoned his dick relentlessly as Carole howled out a succession of orgasms. Gasping heavily, he thrust as far as he could one final time and cut loose a series of lightning bolts out the end of his cock, bathing Carole’s pussy with superheated cum. Blaine just kept pumping his cock back and forth in her cunt, squeezing a flow of semen out her lips and over her super-sensitive asshole.

When he was finally finished, he pulled his dwindling cock out, marveling at the river of cum that followed. Suddenly, he noticed his father right behind him, with a stern look almost like a grimace on his face. Henry didn’t give Carole any time to rest, nor did she want any.

“OH GOD! FUCK MY ASS, HENRY! C’MON, FUCK YOUR WHORE,” Carole wailed. And Henry didn’t hesitate. He’d exhibited what he considered remarkable self-control watching a scene worthy of a good porn flick, but now he was in the grips of a lustful madness he hadn’t experienced in years. He loved his wife, Judy, and she was one of the most carnal creatures he’d ever known, one of many reasons why he’d married her. Indeed, she had been the one who had brought Carole into their bedroom three months previously. But at that moment, watching his sons devour the brunette beauty, he was as inflamed with passion as he’d ever been, and he bent down, pressed his cock to Carole’s asshole and pushed it in all at once, without preamble or anything.

And Carole didn’t need any preparation; ever since Henry had said he wanted to fuck her ass, she’d been in a frenzy of anticipation. She unconsciously relaxed her muscles and welcomed him into her butt with all of the eagerness she could muster.

Henry drove his cock relentlessly in Carole’s ass, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tightly to her body. Every nerve ending was like a live electric wire that had been cut and was flopping around wildly, sending sparks in every direction. Incoherent sounds of lust flew from her lips as she closed her eyes tightly, the better to wallow in the sexual hallucinations that washed over her body.

There was no way Henry or Carole could maintain that pace for long, and finally Henry shook his head wildly, thrust himself so deep in Carole’s bowels that it seemed like his cock was going to come out her mouth from the inside and fired an avalanche of cum deep in her butt. He sent wild rapid-fire bursts of semen rocketing deep into her insides, as Carole howled with a tumultuous climax of her own. The couple shuddered violently as they spent themselves deeply in their mutual orgasm.

And Carole wasn’t done. In the midst of her climax, she pulled Henry out of her ass and up until he was straddling her face then she thrust his cock deep into her mouth and cleaned every bit of his cum from his cock, and when he was clean to her satisfaction she rubbed his cock all over her face until she was covered in a slick sheen.

Finally, the couple fell back, stunned at the intensity of their orgasm. But Carole knew this was only a brief respite. Already she could see Ryan and Blaine had renewed hard-ons from watching the incredible sexual display their father had put on, and she was still buzzing from the blazing series of orgasms she’d just had.

So after a brief break to use the bathroom and down another glass of champagne, she was ready to go some more. And this time, she knew exactly what she wanted.

“I want to do you all at the same time,” she purred, as she knelt on the floor in readiness. “I want all my holes filled with your big hard cocks, and I want you all to cum at the same time.” The Hendersons were quite ready to accommodate her. Ryan and Blaine were already at full roar again, and Henry was not far behind, the effects of Carole’s sensual beauty and a double shot of Viagra working quickly on his system.

The trio surrounded Carole as she knelt on the floor, a thoroughly sexual animal ready, willing and able to respond to their every desire. She went from one cock to the next in no particular order, sucking each one in turn to get them ready.

When all three were bursting hard, Carole laid Henry on his back, with his 11-inch pleaser perpendicular to the ceiling, then she straddled his hips and slid her cum-filled pussy down his cock without hesitation. A low groan escaped her lips as she began to ride him in a slow rocking motion. Leaning over her shoulder, she told Ryan to spread her butt cheeks and fuck her ass. Ryan didn’t need to be asked twice. He knelt behind Carole, pressed his gleaming cock to Carole’s red, swollen asshole and pushed it in. This was something he’d never done before, and he marveled at the feeling of his dad’s huge cock buried in Carole’s cunt, with only the slick membrane separating the two pulsing pricks.

Quickly, father and son established a steady rhythm in each of Carole’s horny holes, impaling the brunette between their long dongs. Blaine was starting to feel left out until Carole motioned for him to bring his cock to her face so she could suck him deep into her throat. Blaine strode confidently up to Carole and pushed his cock in her mouth, sending it scudding deep in her throat.

Carole gave a muffled groan of excitement as she worked herself frantically between the three dicks that were pumping in each of her orifices. This was what she’d come to live for, she thought excitedly, for better or worse, and she surrendered to the sensations of this erotic triple fuck.

Since everyone had cum once already, there was no real rush, and the threesome spent the better part of an hour fucking Carole, working her through a succession of orgasms until she was a sweaty, heaving mass of twitching flesh. 

Finally, the heat became too much, and Blaine was the first to feel it as he felt his balls tingle with the sign of an imminent explosion. Deviously, he pulled his cock out of Carole’s mouth just as he was about to erupt and sprayed a half-dozen long ropes of thick, hot cum across her face, covering her eyes, cheeks, forehead and even in her hair. The sight of Blaine giving Carole a huge facial was too much for both Henry and Ryan, and they each arched their backs and emptied themselves balls-deep in her pussy and ass. Feeling the twin jets of cum assaulting her insides triggered yet another orgasm that wracked Carole from head to toe, and as Ryan and Henry slumped limply with the completion of their spasms, Carole lay full across Henry’s body while the twitching of her body subsided.

Carole was in a daze as Ryan pulled away, then Henry rolled her off of him, leaving her in a sweaty, cummy heap on the floor. Another half-hour’s rest, though, and two more glasses of champagne, which left the bottle empty, and Carole was ready for one more go-round. Crawling on the floor to where Ryan and Blaine were leaning back against the sofa, she worked her mouth on their cocks until she had them up and hard again.

Henry sat back on another chair and watched in satisfaction as Ryan and Blaine fed Carole their cocks, occasionally both pressing their drooling dicks to her mouth at the same time. When he felt he was ready, Blaine pulled Carole up so she was straddling his hips from behind. Getting up on her feet, Carole wantonly melted her ass down on Blaine’s dick and slowly began to ride him, her eyes closed in a deep reverie.

Ryan watched for a minute or so, then knelt in front of Carole and pushed his cock into her pussy, and together the brothers worked their cocks back and forth in her steaming holes. Sometimes they both filled her full at the same time, and sometimes they alternated, one filling one hole while the other pulled back. Henry watched with mounting lust. At his age, getting it up three times in the space of just a few hours was usually a lot of work. But the sight of his strong, handsome sons teaming up to give Carole yet another memorable fucking – not to mention the Viagra that was still humming through his body – had given him another rampant boner.

Henry moved to sit on the sofa, next to Carole’s head, and he got a big rush from seeing the drying cum that still streaked her face, which she hadn’t bothered to wipe off. Carole looked up through her lust-filled haze to see Henry’s magnificent cock at her face, and she eagerly reached up to pull him into her mouth.

For a long time, the only sounds were the sloppy squishing of Ryan and Blaine’s dicks moving back and forth in Carole’s pussy and ass, Henry’s cock slipping and sliding in and out of Carole’s mouth, and the keening moans Carole was making from the tremendous fucking she was getting.

It took a while, but finally, the sounds of lust swelled until all four of them were panting and groaning as a last wave of pleasure washed over them. On an unspoken signal, Ryan and Blaine thrust themselves full into Carole’s body one final time, but when they were ready to cum, they pulled out and shot their wads all over her body. Ryan shot a thin, but copious load of three or four cum strands up Carole’s belly and abdomen, while Blaine fired several streaks of cum up her back and over her butt cheeks, and Henry did his part by pulling out and shooting his load on her tits.

Feeling the splashes of cum hitting her body sent Carole over the top once again, although by now she was so exhausted that it was a weak trembler rather than a massive explosion.

Looking up at the clock, Carole saw that it was past 6 p.m., time for her to head for home. After showering and changing into something fairly conservative, including panties and a bra, Carole kissed each of the Hendersons and thanked them for a wonderful afternoon. She was tired but content as she left the hotel and climbed in her car, little realizing that her life was about to get very complicated indeed.

Mark was already home fixing dinner, as had become the norm lately, when Carole came home. Her euphoria over her afternoon of pleasure had begun to wear off along with the effects of the alcohol she’d consumed. In fact, a hangover of massive proportions was descending over her body, and all she really wanted was to eat something and go to bed. She was once again getting depressed about her actions, now that she had returned to earth from the giddy heights she’d been taken to earlier that day. Mark was pleasant as he asked her how her day had gone. He had noticed that she wasn’t wearing the same sexy outfit she’d had on at the restaurant, confirming his suspicions that she’d spent the afternoon having sex, but he didn’t let on at all that he knew where she’d been or what she’d likely been doing. Carole ate in a desultory manner, took a sleeping pill and went off to bed, as Mark and all three of her kids looked at her with some concern. 

Returning to work after leaving the hotel, Mark had spoken to the paper’s chief photographer and borrowed one of the paper’s big zoom lenses, the kind big-time photographers use to shoot sporting events. He had already scheduled two weeks vacation to begin the week after next, and he told the chief that he was going to hike on the Appalachian Trail and wanted a zoom for some nature shots with the new digital camera that he’d gotten for Christmas the previous year.

The next day when Mark got to work, he made several telephone calls to set up meetings with some people who he felt could help him. One was a friend who had been a cop but was now a private investigator, another was a young man who had been convicted a few years previously as a college student for computer hacking. This fellow now worked as a consultant for the city, among other entities, advising them on how to prevent the kinds of things he’d been convicted of doing. Then he’d spent a good bit of time in the paper’s morgue, reading back files on the Bourne Brothers, learning as much as he could about them and their company. 

By the time his first week of vacation arrived, Mark thought he was ready to swing into action. However, by that time, he was more confused than ever. For one thing, the tables had been turned the previous Friday, where drinking was concerned. Mark had been invited by his best friend at the paper, sports editor Jack O’Flynn, for a few beers at their favorite tavern. Jack had sensed that his friend was down in the dumps about something, and, sure enough, Mark had finally confided in him that he suspected Carole was running around on him. After getting over his initial shock, for everyone at the paper had always assumed that Mark and Carole were the perfect happily married couple, Jack had given Mark some sound advice. And they had ended up drinking beers until nearly midnight, by which time Carole had long been home, having come home fairly early for a change.

The next night, taking his friend’s advice, Mark had more or less strong-armed Carole into going out for dinner at their favorite steak house for a date and some serious conversation. Jack had told Mark to give Carole the chance to come clean before he went snooping around behind her. And it had been a good night; they had had a few drinks and talked quite freely, but Carole had dodged the subtle questions Mark had asked about how her life and work were going. Nevertheless, they had returned home and had had a very long, sensual lovemaking session that had left both of them fully sated.

Carole had lain back after it was over, holding her husband and listening to him snore contentedly, and she couldn’t help the tears that flowed down her cheeks, in spite of her best efforts to harden herself. She really and truly loved this man, and it was killing her to have to fuck strangers behind his back to satisfy her obligation to the Bournes.




Carole's Punishment



But on Monday, it was business as usual, and both Mark and Carole seemed personally hardened to the separate roads they needed to follow. Mark had decided to pay Carole a surprise visit to her office that day around noon. His visit with the young computer hacker had elicited the knowledge that it would be easy enough to hack into Bourne and Bourne’s mainframe, but that it would ease matters greatly if Mark could somehow obtain Carole’s e-mail password. Mark knew that Carole was in most things a creature of habit and that she usually jotted down the password for her computer somewhere on her desk.

He had dressed as though he was a client, complete with a briefcase, had figured out where Carole’s office was and had ridden up to her office like he owned the place. He knocked on the door, and upon hearing no answer had entered the office quietly. Carole was lucky; she was at that moment near the end of a nooner with two young executives in an office on the ninth floor. She was spread across the desk naked with one man furiously fucking her pussy, while the other was giving her a good skullfuck, as her head was hanging off the desk.

Mark didn’t linger. He looked around Carole’s office quickly, noticing significantly that there were no pictures at all of any of her family. He slipped behind her desk and poked around, looking for a clue to her password, and quickly found the little sliding tray that contained telephone numbers, and, as he had expected, a series of passwords. There was a whole column of them, all crossed out except the last one. He jotted that one down on a little note pad that he’d brought with him for that purpose.

He was just turning to leave when her heard a female voice from the doorway clear her throat then ask him what he was doing there. The voice came from a very pretty, very petite young black woman with a very pleasant demeanor. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Mark Banning, Carole’s husband. I’m on vacation this week, and I was just at loose ends today, so I thought I’d surprise her and take her out to lunch. Is she around?” Mark said smoothly.

Mary Jones felt her insides roil. This was most unexpected, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. She knew exactly where Carole was and what she was doing, and she was suddenly afraid that the shit was about to hit the fan.

“Um, she’s going to be tied up the rest of the afternoon,” Mary said hastily. “She’s got meetings with some people that are going to take up the rest of the day. But I’ll tell her you were here, if you’d like.”

“No, that’s OK,” Mark said. “I just came on the spur of the moment. By the way, I don’t think we’ve met. You must be Mary. Carole’s told me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Mary was thoroughly discombobulated as she shook Mark’s hand. The Bournes had led her to believe that Carole’s husband was some grumpy Gus, a silent, brooding redneck who lacked all of the social graces. Yet this handsome middle-aged man was a very pleasant, well dressed and very well spoken.

Mark was a very likeable sort, yet Mary knew her duty. She shooed Mark out of Carole’s office, although she did look long and hard as he got on the elevator. She had a long face as she returned to her work; meeting Mark had confirmed in her mind that what the Bournes were doing to Carole simply wasn’t right. Mark had seemed like a very nice man; indeed he had seemed like a very sexy man in a very understated way. In fact, he appeared to be a man that a woman worked hard to keep.

It was just chance that Mark and Carole didn’t meet on the elevator. After her nooner, Carole had gone downstairs to the company break room for a snack instead of going straight to her office. 

However, the elevator did stop on the ninth floor as it descended from the 12th floor. And who should get on but the two men who had just spent the previous hour furiously fucking the liaison officer. Of course, they had no idea who the strange man was that was already on the elevator when they got on board. They were still adjusting their clothes as the doors closed.

“Man, what a woman,” one said to the other. “I think I’m going to have to double my efforts so I can get another crack at that.”

“Yeah, she’s good all right,” the other man replied. “She’s the fourth one they’ve had up there since I started here, and she’s the best yet.”

“How do they find these women?” said the first man.

“I don’t know,” answered the second. “I’m told they find these hot-to-trot married sluts who aren’t getting what they need at home, and somehow convince them to go around the building fucking everyone in sight. And this one seems to have taken to it like a duck to water. The Brothers regulate her activities during the workday, but I’m told that you can get her after work, and then it’s anything goes, with anybody, any time, anywhere.”

“Well, I’m telling you, Carole’s got the hottest mouth I’ve ever had wrapped around my cock,” the first man said finally. “If she’s giving it up for free, I’d sure like to like to get in on that action.”

“The word is that if you can get to her when she’s leaving, it’s pretty easy,” the first man said. “In fact, Tommy, from accounting, said she’s started doing it in the parking lot after work. I mean, he says she’s a real cock hound and that she’ll fuck anything that moves.”

Mark felt his stomach churn as he listened to the exchange. He was reeling as the elevator doors opened and the two men went off in the opposite direction of the main doors to the building. So Carole wasn’t just having an affair with some rich fucker, she was apparently fucking all comers from the office. No wonder she didn’t want to tell him about her job. Mark was in a rage as he strode to his car. He was a quiet man who rarely showed his temper, but when he did, everyone who knew him knew to give him a wide berth. But when he got to his car, he sat still for a moment to compose himself. He had to keep his mind clear and focused if he was to do this right. In fact, this new information made it easier for him to spy on her activities. If she was fooling around in the parking lot, it shouldn’t be too hard to see what was going on and amass the evidence he needed. 

So he drove straight from the Bourne and Bourne Building to a military surplus store and bought a state-of-the-art pair of binoculars. These were the kind Special Forces used and had night vision technology. They cost him a pretty penny, but he figured they were worth it. Then he went home, drank the better part of a six-pack and worked on the computer for a while, and quickly found himself in Carole’s e-mail account. As he had dreaded, there were appointments dotted all through the files, dating back several weeks. They confirmed what the men had said, that Carole was seeing men – and women – in the building for what were referred to as assignments.

That evening about 5 p.m., he was back in the parking lot at the Bourne and Bourne Building. He’d already intercepted a message on the answering machine at home from Carole that said she was going to be a little late coming home. Mark had a sense of what that meant. He’d parked in an out-of-the-way corner of the parking lot, where he had a clear view of Carole’s car, but where he was obscured by nearby vehicles.

Sure enough, about 5:30 he spied Carole, dressed in a short skirt and a thin tank top, on the arm of some young guy. She seemed to be a little reluctant, but the man appeared to be insistent. Mark watched through the binoculars as she approached her car, opened the driver’s side door and sat down. For a moment, Mark thought nothing was going to happen, when suddenly Carole reached up, opened the man’s fly and fished out a nice-sized cock. Mark picked up his camera and got a half-dozen shots with his auto-drive as he watched his wife lean in and suck the man’s cock deep into her mouth, as far as he could go.

It was all Mark could do to keep from jumping out and beating the shit out of him and his wife, but he steeled himself, and, as he watched, a funny thing happened. He felt himself becoming hugely aroused at the sight of Carole sucking this stranger off. She sat with her feet on the ground facing out with her car door open, giving the man a first-class blowjob, right there in broad daylight in front of whoever happened to walk by. And there were quite a few who did, in fact, walk by and peer in on what she was doing, and she just kept on sucking cock like they weren’t even there.

Mark rubbed his throbbing cock under his shorts as he watched his wife do for what he assumed was a total stranger something she rarely did for him. But he once again steeled himself and shot up the first disk he had in his camera then shot up the entire second disk he’d brought. By that time, Carole was bobbing her head furiously on the man’s cock, until he thrust his hips forcefully into her face and shot what Mark assumed from the man’s facial expressions was a huge, rusty load of cum that Carole appeared to swallow completely, something else she’d never done for him. Then the man stepped away, stuck his dick back in his pants, zipped up his fly and walked away, while Carole swung her legs into her car, closed the door and drove off.  

Each afternoon after work the rest of that week, Mark was in the parking lot at the Bourne and Bourne Building, but he didn’t see Carole engaged in any clandestine activity. What he did see on several nights, though, was Carole drive to some bars, some decent and others fairly sleazy, and meet up with people after work. He couldn’t detail her activities on those occasions, but the fact that she was meeting men – and the occasional woman – at these establishments was damning in itself, and he soon had a thick file of digital images on his computer of Carole entering these places. 

It was bad enough in Mark’s mind that Carole had apparently become a complete slut. But what was really wrecking Mark’s soul was the fact that the thought of what his lovely wife was doing in and around these places was becoming a huge turn-on for him. Every night after he returned home alone, he furiously masturbated to the mental image of Carole fucking hordes of men. He pictured them lining up to get a crack at her fulsome tits and her hot, juicy pussy, the pussy that he had known and loved for 22 years as her husband. It was torture, but he couldn’t help himself. Thinking about Carole as a whore was arousing him almost to madness.

And on Tuesday of his second week of vacation, his vigilance in the parking lot paid dividends. It had taken a while that night for Carole to come out. In fact, it was almost 7 p.m. when she came out surrounded by four men who appeared to be in their mid-30s. Mark had parked, as had been his custom, approximately 50 yards from Carole’s car, close enough to get some clear pictures, but far enough away so that Carole couldn’t see him. But the group passed Carole’s car and headed for a mini-van quite close to where he was sitting. He had scrunched himself down in the seat of his car to avoid being seen, as he was worried that Carole might see him. But he needn’t have worried. Carole appeared to have had a few drinks already, and she seemed to be focused solely on the men in her little group.

As Mark watched, one of the men opened the sliding door to the van then pulled Carole close and kissed her deeply. Carole responded by running her hands all over the man’s body as he pulled her shirt over her head. Mark was shocked, but not surprised to see that Carole had no bra on to prevent the man from immediately starting in sucking and licking her tits. What did cause him consternation was the fact that his wife was apparently going to get naked and fuck this man right there in the parking lot in front of all of his friends.

And, sure enough, Carole’s mid-thigh length skirt soon joined her top on the floor of the van, and Carole stood naked in the parking lot amidst these four men, as a number of people walked by. Some just shook their heads in disgust, but others stopped to watch the show. What a show it was, too. Mark’s cock got rock-hard in his shorts as he watched Carole squat on the asphalt next to the van, still in her shoes, but nothing else, and begin to suck each of the men in turn. She went around to each of the four men that surrounded her, sucking each cock completely in her mouth and throat, while showing her dripping pussy to anyone who happened to walk by. Before long, she had a group of about a dozen people, men and women, who were watching intently as Carole worked on the four men at the van.

Mark figured he could blend in the crowd enough to get some really good shots, so he slipped out of his car and walked up to the crowd, staying on the fringes so Carole wouldn’t suspect anything.

After Carole had sucked each of her four studs to full hardness, one of the men pulled her up and pushed her rather roughly onto the floor of the van on her back. He didn’t do anything for her except push her onto her back, spread her legs apart with his hands and push a very long cock into her pussy all in one deep thrust. Mark could hear Carole moan deeply as the man began to fuck her forcefully, while the crowd began to whistle and clap, encouraging the man on. In spite of the lust he felt growing in his groin, Mark could feel the hot bile of rage well up in his throat at the actions of his wife. Fucking some rich stud was one thing, but giving it up to anyone and everyone while a group of spectators cheered her on was something else altogether. And yet his cock was hard as iron as he watched his wife perform.

It didn’t take the first man long before he stiffened and thrust his hips deeply into Carole’s body, signaling his orgasm. Carole lay back on the floor of the van with conflicting feelings. On the one hand, this action was so degrading that she hated what she was doing, yet it was so wicked, so dirty, that she was getting off on it, and as soon as the first man came deep in her pussy, she begged the next man to come fuck her just like the first man. The noise of the audience masked the quiet sounds of the camera that was clicking away several yards in the background, and she never looked up at the crowd, or she might have seen her husband firing away with a camera, his bloated hard-on hanging low in his shorts.

At that moment, Carole was so sexed up she didn’t care about anything except getting her orgasm from whomever. The day had not been a good one. She’d had to spend a good part of the afternoon with a new client, and the man had gotten drunk and could barely perform, plus he’d only had about a 5-inch pecker. She’d finally gotten him to the point where he could stick his dick in her then he had lasted about three minutes before he’d come, weakly. Then she’d spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening working on a female executive who was big on having her pussy eaten, but then had left abruptly without reciprocating.

So Carole had been three-quarters drunk and thoroughly horny when some guys from the mailroom had offered to escort her to the parking lot. The prospect of getting some badly needed dick had overcome her better judgment, and she had allowed them to maneuver her to the parking lot, to a vehicle where one guy had a fifth of bourbon. They had fed her several shots of the sweet, tangy whisky then persuaded her to another guy’s van for sex.

For the better part of the next hour, Mark watched as the foursome took their turns at Carole’s pussy. The second man took a long time to cum, and he finally got Carole to where she was humping up hard to get herself off as he fired his load deep in her pussy. It wasn’t one of her best orgasms, but it would do. The third man pulled her out of the van, turned her over so her knees were scraping the tarmac and went at her from behind. Mark could see several of the crowd of watchers take their cocks out and masturbate to the sight. Mark wasn’t ready to do that; he was too heartbroken and angry for that, but he stayed in place and got several pictures of Carole humping back to fuck the man deeper and deeper, and turning around to suck one of the cocks from the crowd. Seeing Carole suck one of the watchers spurred the man fucking Carole to fire his load, filling her cunt with his creamy hot sauce.

The fourth man, who appeared to be the van’s owner, sat Carole back in the driver’s seat of the van, and shooed the watchers off before he climbed in the front seat with her and stuck his dick forcefully in her dripping snatch. As the crowd filtered away, Mark watched as Carole propped her feet on the dashboard and thrust her cunt hard on the man’s nice fat cock. This man had a big 9-inch cock that was very fat – the reason she’d gone with the group in the first place – and she worked her pussy up and down with increasing passion as the man fucked her furiously. At last, the man snarled harshly, saying something about Carole being a sleazy slut, and pumped his stony load deep in her twitching cunt.

Before Carole and her lover could regain their senses, Mark slipped away, having gotten plenty of shots for his file, and he slid into his car, closed the door and waited for Carole to emerge. She stood next to the driver’s side door, fully naked and apparently without shame, and casually pulled her clothes back on before kissing the driver deeply and walking off to her car. Mark waited until she got in her car and drove off before he started back to his house. He had plenty of evidence by now, but he wanted one final set of images before he was ready to confront his wayward wife with what he’d learned.

Mark had quite a bit of evidence, enough to convince any judge or jury of his wife’s adultery, but he hesitated. For one thing, the images he had were a trifle grainy and dark, and for another, he still wasn’t sure how he was going to use them. It was a perverse feeling. On the one hand, he was thoroughly disgusted at his wife’s actions; but on the other hand, he was getting a tremendous rush from seeing his wife in such wanton activity. And over the next few weeks, as he went back to work and helped Carole get their kids back in school, he found himself sitting at the computer, when he was alone at the house, pulling up images of Carole fucking all these strange men and masturbating furiously. He was totally confused about the situation, and didn’t know how to respond.

But events overtook them one Friday night in late August, and brought matters to a climax in their relationship. It happened when Carole got an e-mail earlier in the week from Tommy Blanchard, an aggressive young executive who was the Bournes’ golden boy. Tommy was a fireball who had brought a ton of money into the company, so he had gotten quite a few dates with Carole over the preceding months. Carole didn’t like him all that much, because he was arrogant and pushy. But he had a very nice cock, 8-inches plus and fairly thick, and he had a very dirty mind. Carole had never failed to cum repeatedly when she fucked him, so she usually always came when he called.

It turned out that Tommy was getting married the next Saturday and he was throwing a bachelor’s party at a strip joint called the Cabaret Club, and he wanted Carole to come as their “guest.” The club was a fairly upscale establishment as strip clubs went, and the attraction on Friday nights was amateur night. For a nominal fee, women who passed muster with the club’s owner could dance and strip for as much money in tips as they could reap. But the club’s real source of revenue, it’s undeclared under-the-table income, was the back room, where a customer could, for a hefty fee, take one of the girls back for a “private” show, where it was anything goes. Not only did the club’s owner make a nice profit, but the girls could also make a killing if they were good, since they not only got a percentage off the top, but also could collect as much in tips as possible.




Carole's Punishment



As soon as Mark saw the e-mail – he had made it his daily business to hack into Carole’s account – he knew the time had come for judgment day. He decided that he would sneak into Tommy’s party and videotape the proceedings then collect all of the best images from that night and the previous nights in the parking lot, and confront Carole. And then he would pack her bags and kick her out of his house. He had decided that, although her actions were a big sexual turn-on, he could not remain married to someone who cheated and lied so flagrantly behind his back. Whenever he thought rationally about what she was doing to their marriage, and to him, the rage boiled up inside him until he thought he was going to explode.

Carole, too, had a vague sense that things were coming to a head, although she didn’t know why or how. Ever since Mary had told her that Monday a few weeks ago that Mark had come to her office looking to take her to lunch, so he said, she had had a feeling of dread that he was starting to suspect something. He hadn’t said anything, but she had noticed that he was acting quite cool toward her. 

By Friday, Mark’s preparations were complete. He had spent a good bit of time one morning before work earlier that week at the office of his friend, the private investigator. There he had obtained a disguise and a specially made shirt. The shirt had a rivet under each arm; the one on the right was actually a tiny lens that attached to a small camcorder, which fit snugly under the armpit of the baggy denim shirt. The other arm had a similar rivet that hid a state-of-the-art microphone leading to a small tape recorder. It was perfect for surveillance. Mark planned to cover his mostly-gray hair with a shoulder-length bleached blond wig, and attach a very real-looking fake beard. The disguise, coupled with the loose shirt, his baggy shorts and sandals would make him look years younger, like some surfer dude.  

He had taken other steps to ensure his freedom of movement. He had told Carole that the paper was sending him to Atlanta for a two-day seminar on newspaper design; he would leave Thursday afternoon and return sometime after noon on Sunday. He had also made sure the house would be empty for when he confronted Carole with his evidence. Their oldest child, Mike, was a junior at the big state university where Mark and Carole had both gone. Their daughter, Christy, was a senior in high school and their younger son, James, was a sophomore. Mark had encouraged Christy and James to take off and spend the weekend with Mike. The school’s football season opened that Saturday and they had both jumped at the opportunity to visit the campus without Mark and Carole along.


On Thursday, he had packed a little overnight bag, containing his disguise and some other items and driven off. Instead of going to Atlanta, however, he booked a motel room near the airport, where he rented a car and drove back into town to scope out the Cabaret Club. Then he had spent a good bit of the night sitting in the motel bar, drinking beer and brooding over the apparent destruction of his once-happy marriage.

Mark had one more errand to run Friday afternoon before he got himself ready to crash Tommy’s party. He paid a visit to the home of his friend John, one of the bartenders at his favorite tavern. There he bought a little quarter-ounce bag of marijuana. Until a week or so previously, it had been years since he’d had any weed. At one time, when he was much younger, he and Carole had been pretty steady tokers. However, as their kids grew into teenagers and they themselves rose to more responsible positions in their careers, that had been one thing that fell by the wayside.

But he and Jack had been having a few beers – Mark was drowning his sorrows – when John invited them to step into the tavern’s basement, where they busted up a pipe full of really good commercial. When he plotted his disguise, he decided that having some herb would fit in with the hippie image he wanted to project, and offering to get high with a couple of Tommy’s friends would be a way to ingratiate himself into their party, plus it would help keep him calm. Returning to his motel, he locked the door and rolled a half-dozen joints with the papers he’d bought at a nearby convenience store.

After eating a big dinner at a chain restaurant, he set about getting into costume. When he was finished, even he didn’t recognize himself, and a pair of dark glasses added a nice final touch. It was about 7:30 when he arrived at the Cabaret Club, still fairly early. He paid the cover charge and walked into the dimly lit club. The club was maybe half-full when he arrived, and he was easily able to find a booth in the corner, where he could watch the door.

Carole, meanwhile, was nervous, yet excited. She had never done anything so brazen as perform in a strip club, and the prospect frankly turned her on. Nevertheless, she worked on a couple of screwdrivers as she applied her makeup quite garishly. She pulled a tight tank top over her head, which showed off her tits and a short skirt; of course, she had on no underwear. Her shoes were a plain pair of flats. In a small bag she packed her costume for the night, including a pair of black knee-high boots, and a kit for touching up her makeup. It was around 7:15 when the doorbell rang, signaling Tommy’s arrival. Carole planned on getting drunk this night, and with Mark out of town, it was easy enough for her to get Tommy to carry her to and from the club.

Tommy wasn’t a particularly big person, around 5-10 and 175 pounds. But he carried himself with an air of supreme confidence, and he walked right into the house like he owned it, gave Carole a deep kiss then walked to the kitchen and helped himself to one of Mark’s beers. After popping the top, he fished something out of his pocket and handed it to Carole. It was a capsule containing the latest sex drug, and he told her it would really get her in the mood both for performing on stage and, later, in the private room. Then they set off, picking up several of his friends then meeting up with a few more at a rendezvous point.

Carole was already beginning to buzz from the pill and a large screwdriver she’d fixed for the road, when they arrived at the club. Altogether, there were 13 men in their group, counting Tommy. Their tables had already been reserved for a spot right next to the runway that jutted out from the main stage, and they whooped and hollered as they boiled into the club’s main room. Mark couldn’t help a slight feeling of anger as he saw his wife enter the club with this group, despite the joint he’d smoked on the way over. He was nursing his second beer when they arrived a little after 8 p.m. Mark watched and slowly worked on a couple of more beers over the next hour, as amateurs came on the stage and did their thing. Eventually, he worked himself so he was sitting at a table next to a couple of the bachelor party and struck up a conversation. Soon, he was engaged in a pleasant conversation, even buying the pair a round of drinks.

Mark told them he was from out of town and visiting the city for a family reunion the next day, then asked about the woman that seemed to be having a great time with their party.

“Oh, she works with Tommy at some brokerage here,” said the man on his left, a young man of about 30. “Tommy says she’s really hot to trot, that she’ll fuck anything with a dick, that it’s part of her job. How that works, I don’t know.”

“Anyway, she’s going to dance and do a strip for us, then she’s going to do a private show in the back room, and I think the plan is for all of us to fuck her as many times as we can get it up,” said the second man, who was about 35, Mark guessed. “She goes on in about a half-hour.” Then Mark made his move, asking the two if they wanted to step out to his car for something green and really tasty. As he had expected, their eyes lit up, and Mark led them out to the parking lot, getting a stamp so they could come back in without having to pay again. The trio smoked two of the fat joints, and they were feeling quite giddy when Mark popped the question.

“You think I could get a piece of your party girl?” he asked. “She looks like she’d be some primo pussy, and, well, me being a stranger in town, I could use a little action.”

They didn’t see what harm adding one more patron to their party would hurt, especially one who shared such righteous smoke. When they reentered the club, the place was starting to get a bit rowdier, and Carole was nowhere to be seen. Mark took that opportunity to go to the bathroom to check his underarm equipment, and was satisfied that he’d get some very hot images. He’d tested it out the previous day when he’d scoped out the club, checking the tape quality on a computer at the city library, so he knew it would work well as long as he didn’t jostle the machine too much.

He had just sat down with a fresh beer when the house lights dimmed and the stage lights went up.

“OK, ladies and gentlemen, our next participant is ready to go,” said the emcee. “Let’s give it up for Miss Carly!” To the whistles, cheers and applause of the packed club, the curtain parted and Carole stood swaying to the seductive beat of the music. Mark was stunned by his wife’s appearance. She was dressed in a sheer white blouse, with a black bra showing clearly underneath, a patent leather mini-skirt that just barely covered her ass and her tight knee-high boots. She was quite garishly made up, with heavy mascara, ruby lipstick and a thick swath of eye shadow.

As the beat of the music quickened, Carole began dancing quite lewdly, and Mark realized that she had on a g-string under her skirt. She did the usual gyrations strippers use, rolling on the floor to show her legs and her ass, dancing around the pole that stood in the center of the stage. As she strutted down the runway, she slowly, seductively, began to unbutton the blouse, to the cheers of the crowd. 

Carole was in a dream world in her mind, the effects of the drug she’d been given and alcohol from a number of drinks mixing in a heady combination. She was playing out a fantasy, living the role of the stripper, and she could feel her pussy begin to get wet as she abandoned all of her inhibitions. In spite of his breaking heart, Mark was fascinated by Carole’s transformation. Maybe he had taken her for granted, he thought miserably, for here was a supremely carnal creature, one that had been dormant under the conservative suburban soccer mom that she’d become as his wife.

No, he thought sternly, banishing the thought from his mind. She could be this carnal whore for somebody else. He had a reputation and a family to think about, and a stripper who fucked any man she saw had no place in his life.

Carole quickly discarded the blouse then slowly worked on removing her skirt. She played the crowd like a pro, teasing the audience by starting to unzip the skirt then stopping. The crowd knew the drill, and the men sitting along the front of the stage started holding up dollar bills, mostly 10s and 20s that she happily stuffed in her bra for the time being. When she had several hundred dollars collected, she slowly unzipped the skirt and flung it off, revealing her scanty g-string. As she turned her back to the crowd, she quickly took the bills and stuffed them in the g-string to encourage the patrons to add to her collection. 

As the beat of the music quickened even more, Carole went wild on the stage, showing her ass and leaning in to work the crowd with seductive glances and gestures. Then she stood up and unhooked the front-loading bra she’d worn. As her tits sprang free, the crowd cheered wildly, and soon the bra joined the rest of her clothes backstage. That left her clad in just the g-string, and as the crowd began to chant, “Take it off,” she did just that, sensually shrugging the skimpy material off her butt, dancing wildly with the material stretched wide between her thighs, before dropping the g-string to the floor. Carole strutted and danced naked with wanton abandon, squatting down to give everyone a good look at her pussy then turning around on her knees to show off her ass. She even parted her butt cheeks to show off her pink asshole.

Mark may have thoroughly disapproved of what his wife was doing, but his dick was enjoying the show, as he had a cast-iron hard-on that could drive nails. What Carole did next nearly made him and every other man in the joint cum in their pants. Taking the fat wad of bills from her boot, she folded them length-wise then leaned back so she was propped up with one hand on the stage and her legs spread so that her obviously juicy cunt was open wide. Then she took the roll of bills and began to run the edge along the outside of her pussy, using the bills almost like a makeshift dildo. The crowd went wild at that, urging her to go for it. So she did, pushing them past her pussy lips into her cunt and working them back and forth for several minutes as she rolled around the stage with rapidly mounting lust.

As the music wound to a conclusion, she abruptly withdrew the wad of bills and held them to her nose, as if savoring her aroma. From every direction, 10s, 20s, even a few 50s and 100s rained on the stage, and when the music finally stopped, Carole spent several minutes gathering up her tips. Even Mark was impressed and tossed a 20 onto the stage. Carole’s chest was heaving and she was covered in sweat as she left the stage. The club owner gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as congratulations, and handed her his business card.

“Listen, sweetheart, if you ever want to do this for a living, give me a call. You’re a fucking natural,” he said. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do out there.” Carole was still in a dreamland, where everything seemed amplified and hazy. And she was incredibly horny, more so than she’d been in quite a while. The substances coursing through her body, coupled with the carnal display she’d put on during her dance had stoked her fire to a fever pitch. Handed another screwdriver, she downed it in one gulp and sent the backstage waitress for another one.

Carole’s departure from the stage was the signal for Tommy that it was time to head to the back for the private show. Mark got up with the rest of the group and tagged along. As they passed through the beaded curtain to the back room, Tommy noticed the newcomer and asked his friend who he was.

“Oh, he’s cool,” said one of Mark’s new buddies. “He’s from out of town and he’s got some truly awesome smoke, if you’re interested.” Tommy was, so the four of them slipped out the back door and polished off a quick joint while the rest of their crowd filed into the back room to await the second, and best part of the show.

A large bouncer monitored the entry of the group into the room with a list that he had on a clipboard, and he stopped Mark when he saw that he was an extra patron. But Tommy squared it with him, and they entered the room. The room was approximately 15 feet square, and one end opened to a small well-stocked bar, complete with an elderly bartender. Tommy had paid an arm and a leg for this phase of the party, and he made sure all of his guests had drinks, and music came from a hidden speaker in the ceiling. The room was carpeted with some all-weather kitchen carpet, plus there was a large vinyl mat in the middle of the floor. Except for the bar, the door from the hallway and a door leading to the dressing room, the room was ringed by a padded built-in bench, where patrons could relax and watch the show.

When everyone was settled in, the door from the dressing room opened and Carole emerged. Mark held back a little for fear she might recognize him, but he need not have worried. Carole was somewhere in the stratosphere, with only one thing on her mind, getting her steaming pussy around some hard cock. She was still in her boots, and was wearing a see-through pink robe, which she quickly removed. Dancing naked, she walked seductively around the room, giving each man there a grinding lap dance, including the bearded, hippie-looking dude in the corner. Something about him was familiar, but she dismissed the thought as she moved on to the next man.

After making the rounds, and getting acquainted with the bulges in their pants, she moved to the center of the room, dragging Tommy with her. As the man of the hour, he got the first crack at Carole, and they danced seductively in the center of the stage, until Carole wrapped her arms around Tommy’s shoulders and drew him to her. They kissed deeply, as the other men clapped and cheered. Moving her hands down, she quickly removed his shirt, then knelt on the floor, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. 

Tommy’s rampant hard-on bulged in his briefs as Carole bent her head and ran her lips over the cloth-covered meat. Then she pulled his underwear away and cooed seductively as his 9-inch boner slapped her on the cheek. Tommy quickly dropped his briefs to the floor and stood naked except for his socks. Carole wasted no time, but ran her hands lightly over his cock then licked the underside of his cock until she reached the tip. Opening her mouth wide, she grinned for her audience before pushing the head of his dick past her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum before slowly covering his shaft with her mouth. She took him into her throat easily, all the way to the base, as the room erupted in cheers. 

Mark was utterly stunned. When he’d tried to get Carole to suck his dick earlier in their marriage, she’d had trouble getting past her gag reflex and had adamantly refused to swallow his cum. He’d already seen how she had learned to swallow, and now, apparently, she’d also learned to deep throat. He took a long drag from his beer as he fought his mounting arousal. He really didn’t want to get turned on by watching his wife act the slut, but his dick had a mind of its own. It was in a state of high alert, and he could feel his pre-cum moistening his boxers.

Carole sucked on Tommy for just a few minutes then he pulled his cock out and laid Carole on the floor mat. Mark thought he was simply going to fuck her, but instead he pulled her legs open and descended on her pussy with his mouth, licking her well-trimmed furrow and rolling her clit around with his lips and teeth. Carole felt a sharp spike of lust rush through her as Tommy worked on her pussy with his mouth. She humped up her hips to meet him, trying to get all of her juicy cunt on his mouth. It took all of about three minutes before Carole convulsed in a massive orgasm, the effects of the drug and alcohol in her body, and the lewd dance she’d performed on stage had combined to put her on the edge of orgasm before she ever entered the room.

Tommy didn’t give Carole any time to come back to earth. Her cunt was still twitching when he pulled his face away from her crotch, knelt in front of her and pushed his cock right up her twat in one furious thrust. Mark was trembling in anger and lust, but he fought his emotions down and concentrated on keeping his arm steady, so the camcorder resting in its sling in his armpit could get every detail of his wife’s wanton actions.

Carole lifted her legs and wrapped them around Tommy’s waist as he bent down and they kissed deeply. Carole’s fingers clutched at his hair as he bent his head down to nibble on her neck and kiss and lick her tits. All around the room, men were beginning to remove their clothes in preparation for their turn. Not wanting to look out of place, Mark casually opened his fly and pulled his throbbing dick out of his pants and began to lightly stroke himself as he watched his wife of 22 years get boned on the floor by someone she barely knew.

Tommy had been sitting on go for several hours; he’d dropped one of the capsules himself, and the stranger’s weed had amplified his sensations. He was in an edgy state of arousal as he began to fuck Carole harder and faster. Carole threw back her head in a wordless scream, and humped back just as hard and just as fast, imploring Tommy to ride her hard and fill her up with his hot cum. That did it for Tommy. Arching his back, he threw his head to the ceiling, stiffened and exploded with a geyser of superheated cum up Carole’s clenching cunt. Carole, too, felt a white-hot orgasm rip through her, and she could feel the orgasm train approaching. That was always the best, when she was fucked so good and so hard that the orgasms started coming one after the other. She wasn’t quite there yet, but she knew she’d get there before the end of the night.




Carole's Punishment



When Tommy pulled away, followed by a river of his cum, the party started in earnest. Crawling up on her knees, Carole moved to the first man she saw sitting with a hard cock in his hand. This man was quite average, with a 6-inch dick, and she inhaled him all the way to the root in one long plunge. Meanwhile, a couple of men had moved behind her and began fingering her twat and rubbing Tommy’s cum between her butt cheeks over her puckered asshole. While one man finger-fucked her pussy, the other stuck his middle finger between Carole’s succulent butt, and began to finger her ass.

Mark fully expected Carole to raise an objection at that. She’d always firmly rejected him any time he’d ventured to play with her asshole, and had told him in no uncertain terms that she thought anal sex was disgusting. But he was shocked to hear Carole moan in pleasure and double her sucking efforts on the man in front of her. He quickly shot his load and she happily swallowed every drop. Moving to the next man, she inhaled his hard-on and it didn’t take him long before he was thrusting his hips upward frantically. As he was about to cum, Carole pulled her mouth off his dick and aimed it at her face. He fired off a series of rocket shots that pasted her face with thick, creamy cum. Carole just moaned seductively as she sucked his wilting cock back in her mouth to get his last few drops.

Then Carole was moved back to the center of the room, where the man who had been fingering her pussy lined up a throbbing 7-inch cock and rammed it home from behind. The room seethed with sexual excitement as Carole thrust her hips back to get his dick deep in her pussy. She was going wild with lust, and didn’t take long before the man groaned and surrendered his prodigious load.

He had barely withdrawn, when his partner, who had been warming up Carole’s ass earlier, took his position behind her and pressed a nice 8-inch dick to her ass. Without so much as a protest or even any pain, Carole accepted his cock in her ass, as he pushed it in slowly, but steadily. Mark’s eyes were like saucers, for it was obvious to him that this was far from her first time to get a dick in her ass. His hand was squeezing his throbbing cock, trying to keep from shooting his load all over the floor. He hoped the camcorder was getting all of this; it was more, and conclusive, fodder for his file of evidence that he would confront her with and which he would use in the divorce that he was now eager to pursue. 

Carole knew none of this, all she knew, all of her focus, was on the waves of pleasure that were rippling in great waves through her body. The man in her ass was humping like mad now, and he quickly stiffened, pushed himself in to the hilt and shot his rocky load deep in her bowels. As he came, Carole shuddered again as another orgasm swept her body, and her gyrations caused two men on either side of her to cum all over her face and hair, plastering their thick loads in her wet, stringy hair and covering her cheeks.

Looking up, Carole saw a big man with a nice big cock, 9 inches and thick, lying on the floor with his back to the bench. As soon as her ass was empty, she crawled on her hands and knees up to the man, grabbed his dick from his hands, straddled his hips and impaled her pussy on his big thick organ. She groaned heavily, wantonly, as she began to ride the big man like a woman possessed. Obscene gibberish spewed from her mouth as she worked her pussy up and down on the big fat dong.

“Fuuuuuck meeee!” Carole wailed. “Fuck your whore; fill your slut up with your beautiful cock. God, I love big dicks.” Mark felt like a knife was twisting in his gut at her words, but that didn’t prevent him from stroking himself with increasing vigor as he watched Carole in action. Riding the man harder and faster, Carole wailed out another orgasm as the man lifted his hips one final time and sent a cascade of semen up her thoroughly drenched pussy. Standing up, with cum running in rivulets down the inside of her thighs, Carole needed a drink, and a bottle of tequila was produced. She took two big swigs of the buttery liquor, then returned to the task at hand.

Positioning one guest on the floor, she sat her pussy right back down on his 7-inch cock, then spread her ass cheeks and told another man, this one with an 8-incher, to fuck her ass. He didn’t hesitate, but plunged into her gaping asshole all the way, and in no time they were in a steady rhythm, sandwiching Carole between their bodies as they filled each of her holes with their twitching meat. She still had one hole empty, however, so she beckoned another man to come up so she could suck his cock. The horny foursome worked Carole like a rag doll as a succession of orgasms wracked her sweaty, heaving body. Soon the group was humping and thrusting at a breakneck pace, until they all came at the same time. The two men sandwiching Carole in her pussy and ass deposited their huge loads in her overflowing holes, while the man in her mouth shot his load deep into her belly.

Mark decided that it was time to make his play. Pulling out a large piece of black cloth that he’d brought with him, he whispered to one of his new friends that they ought blindfold her, so she wouldn’t know who was fucking her. His friend thought that idea to be splendid, and the rest of the guests agreed. Carole didn’t care; she was so far gone with lust that she could have been on Mars. The blindfold was quickly tied around her head as she was pulled back, and her pussy was positioned onto another throbbing cock of nice, but not excessive, size. Carole leaned back, propping herself up with a hand on the floor.

As she rode the man’s cock, Mark and his new friend stepped up on either side of Carole’s face and pushed their cocks to her mouth. Carole alternated sucking the two men, taking them deep in her maw while she rode the cock in her pussy. Mark viciously pushed his cock as deep in his wife’s mouth as he could, fucking her face roughly. Carole wasn’t quite so out of it that she didn’t sense something odd about the man on her left, although her mind was a fuzzy blur by now. She knew this cock, but couldn’t quite place it. Probably someone from work, she thought with a shrug. But the man was giving to her with a vengeance, as indeed, he was.

Mark was taking out his anger on his wife’s mouth and, incredibly, she was getting off on it, sucking and slobbering all over his cock. It was too much. Wrenching his cock from Carole’s mouth, he fired one of the biggest, rustiest loads of cum he’d ever shot all over Carole’s tits, covering her from her neck all the way to her stomach. The man on her right followed suit, spraying a humongous load all over Carole’s face, adding his sperm to the growing collection of cum on her face. Several strands streaked across the blindfold, and that caused the man in Carole’s cunt to reach the firing zone. He took the hint and pulled out at the last minute and shot his load all over Carole’s pubic bush and abdomen.

Mark staggered back onto the bench, completely drained. His anger had abated somewhat, and he decided it was time to leave. Sticking his dick back in his shorts, he turned to his new friend and said, “Thanks, man,” then slipped out the door.

Carole reacted as if she’d been shot. “Mark!” she hollered, and she quickly pulled the blindfold off her face, but saw only the door clicking shut. Laughter and lewd remarks filled the room as Carole stood up frantically and raced to the door. But all she saw was the hallway, which was empty except for the bouncer, who admonished her to get back inside. And as she was maneuvered back into the center of the room, Carole relaxed a bit. Maybe she’d just been hallucinating when she thought she’d heard her husband’s voice in the room. After all, he was in Atlanta, five hours away.

Nevertheless, the thought of Mark threw a wet blanket on her emotions. She was drunk, but she was on the downside of her buzz from the drug, and she quickly took another shot of tequila to wash away the thoughts of husband and family. 

As the party continued, Carole was maneuvered to where Tommy lay on his back waiting for her to slide her ass on his cock. She felt her lust begin to revive as she melted her cum-filled ass onto the nice fat dick. Then another man knelt in front of her and pushed his cock into her cum-filled pussy and they worked their cocks in and out and back and forth in her hot, horny holes. A third man pushed his cock to her face and told her to suck for all she was worth, and she felt her hands being filled with two more cocks. In unison, the five men thrust their cocks deep in her holes or furiously in her hands, and they fucked her for a long time, since all of them had already cum once. Carole was starting to lose consciousness from the declining effects of the drug and the mounting effects of all the booze she’d consumed.

With a roar, the five-man tag team worked Carole furiously, until with a series of groans they all came at once, filling her up once again with spicy hot cum. When they withdrew, Carole was all but comatose. She was rolled onto the floor mat, which was slimy with cum and sweat. She lay back in a heap, her mind enveloped with a fuzzy haze. It was time to wind things up, so everyone who could knelt around her and furiously masturbated. Carole came to enough to see what was going on, and she gave a weak smile and urged them on in a hoarse voice. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched the men beating themselves off with abandon until suddenly they started cumming, and cumming and cumming. A veritable rain of cum filled the air around Carole and splattered her with an ocean of semen. The feeling of hot wet cum covering her body sent Carole over the top for one final, but very weak, orgasm then she slumped back on the mat, completely exhausted.

Carole was covered from head to toe in semen; her hair was soaking wet with a combination of cum and sweat, and cum poured from her pussy and her ass. She was tired and starting to feel the depression that always came on her after an ordeal like that. Tommy helped her up and escorted her to the dressing room. She didn’t even bother to clean up but just pulled on her tank top and her skirt; all she wanted was to go home and crawl in bed. Her shirt was quickly soaked with cum from her chest and torso, and she could feel cum rolling down her legs in thick white lumps. She rode home in Tommy’s car in silence, but when they pulled up to the curb in front of her house, she gasped sharply. For there in the driveway was Mark’s car.

“Oh my God!” she said. It had been Mark’s voice she had heard in the room, she thought, and her stomach fell to her feet and she felt like she was falling into nothingness. How had he found out? Her life was over, she knew it now, and a blind despair welled up in her. 

Tommy had thought about coming in and getting a little one-on-one action, but Carole simply opened the passenger’s side door, told him to go and don’t come back, and raced staggering to her front door without so much as a goodbye. Her worst fears were realized as she saw taped to the front door a printout of a computer image that she realized was action from earlier that evening. She sobbed in despair as she opened the door and saw Mark sitting in a chair, looking positively evil. She saw too, that he had vented some serious rage, and she briefly considered turning around and running for her life.

Mark had left the club in a red funk. He was utterly enraged at what his wife had become, and he was angry with himself for allowing her to turn him on the way she had. He had gone back to the motel, gotten out of his disguise and checked out, then he had stopped at an all-night grocery store and bought a case of beer, Buds in his favored longneck bottles. He had sucked down two, plus a joint, before he reached home. The joint didn’t help a bit, and when he entered his house, he angrily took every picture of Carole he could find, some with him, some with the kids and some with her alone, and flung them into the fireplace, smashing the frames and wadding up the images. He followed that with the empty bottle he’d been drinking, sucked down another beer and added it to the growing pile of glass in and around the fireplace.

Finally, calming himself with difficulty, he quickly changed into a t-shirt, put on some music, loud old rock-and-roll, and gone to work on the computer. He downloaded the tape from that evening onto a CD-ROM, then quickly went through culling out the clearest and most provocative shots and making printouts of them. These, plus some others from earlier, he spread all over the house, as reminders to him, and to her. He was on his ninth beer, around 3 a.m., when he heard the car pull up. He finished his beer, and as Carole hesitantly entered the house, he hurled it into the fireplace and stood up.

“So, have fun tonight?” he asked with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

“Mark, please, I can explain all of this,” she said in a weak voice.

“Explain what?” Mark exploded. “I’d really like to hear this. I need a good laugh after the night I’ve had. I’d like to hear you explain why my wife, the mother of my children, is running around fucking every man she can lay her hands on. I’d really like to know why you decided to become a whore.” Then he noticed that Carole was still dripping cum onto the carpet. “For Christ’s sake, Carole, go get your sorry ass cleaned up. Then pack your bags; I want you out of my house within the hour.”

“Mark, please,” Carole sobbed. “You have no idea what my life has been like these past months.” She instinctively went to her husband, to hold him like she always had when she was down or hurt or feeling bad. But Mark just threw his hands up in the air and backed away.

“Don’t touch me!” he exclaimed angrily then strode off to the kitchen for another beer.

“Mark, PLEASE, don’t push me away! I need you!” she wailed.

“Yeah, you need me all right,” he spat back as he emerged from the kitchen. “About like you needed me three hours ago. Get out of my sight and get cleaned up. The clock is ticking.”

At that moment, something cracked in Carole’s mind. With a huge, gut-wrenching sob, she turned and dashed up the stairs, up to the master bedroom and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door as she did.

Mark slumped on the chair and took a long, weary drag of his beer. His anger had momentarily flamed out and he sat brooding while The Doors played loudly in the background. For long minutes, he sat silently and drank, fighting off the tears of rage and heartbreak that threatened to overwhelm him.

After a while, he realized that Carole had been in the shower an awfully long time, 20 minutes at least. He could still hear the water cascading in the bathroom upstairs, and he thought, with a trace of disgust, she can’t hide in the bathroom forever. It was another few minutes, just about the time “Moonlight Drive,” was playing on the stereo, with Jim Morrison’s line about how, “we’re gonna drown tonight,” that a sudden panicked thought crossed his mind, and all at once he dropped his beer to the floor and raced upstairs. He tried the bathroom door, but it was locked. He called loudly, “Carole! Open the door! Carole?!” No answer. He called again, and when he still didn’t get an answer, he stepped back and threw his entire weight against the door. It took two superhuman thrusts against the door before it splintered open, and he saw his worst fears confirmed. Carole was slumped on the floor of the walk-in shower, cold water pouring over her body. He quickly scanned the bathroom and saw the open pill bottle on its side, empty.

“Carole, you stupid bitch, it isn’t worth dying over,” he yelled. He quickly shut off the water and bent down to his wife’s prostrate form. A low moan escaped her lips, and relief flooded Mark, but it was short-lived. Carole’s breathing was ragged and erratic, and Mark knew she needed help, fast. He raced into the bedroom, dialed 911 and told the dispatcher that his wife had swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. He didn’t know how many she’d taken, but the prescription, when full, was for 30 pills. An ambulance was sent racing to the house, but in the meantime, Mark was told to immediately try to induce vomiting, that it was likely the pills hadn’t yet been digested.

Carole was comatose as Mark crawled frantically on the wet floor, picked up Carole’s head and stuck two fingers as far down her throat as he could reach. It took him three tries, until he was jabbing his fingers almost angrily down her throat, before her heard her retch and everything that had been in her stomach came flooding out onto the floor of the shower. There was alcohol, some seminal remnants and the granular dregs of the pills she’d swallowed in the pool of vomitus that emptied from her stomach. Carole was like a dead weight as he pulled a robe across her shoulders. He left her slumped on the floor of the bedroom while he raced downstairs to meet the paramedics who had come to the house. They helped get her on the bed then they did a quick examination. The lead medic gave her a shot of something that would counteract the effects of the sleeping pill then he offered to pack her off to the hospital.

But Mark said no, that he’d watch her. Once her stomach had regurgitated the still undissolved pills, the threat to her life had passed; all she needed now was rest. He thanked the paramedics for coming so quickly, and as they were leaving, the man said something that chilled him to the bone.

“She’s lucky,” he said. “Another half-hour and I’m not sure you could have saved her.” The man had seen the wreckage in the living room, smelled the beer on Mark’s breath and the alcohol in the woman’s vomit on the floor of the shower, and made a snap analysis. “I hope you two work out whatever problems you have. Life’s too short to carry around that kind of bitterness.”

Mark thought about that all night as he sat in the chair in his bedroom and watched Carole sleep. When he sensed her breathing even out, after a couple of hours, and he felt she was out of danger, he slipped out of the bedroom and quietly set about cleaning up the mess he’d made downstairs. Then he sat in the silent, darkened room, nursing a beer as he thought through everything that had happened that night. He had some major decisions to make about his life and the future of his family. Everything hung in the balance as Carole slept off her abortive suicide attempt and Mark brooded in the darkness.

(To be continued)