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Kenny: Take My Wife, Please

By: Collectable



"Have you ever made love to a woman while her husband watched?"

Kenny almost choked on his wine. It was all he could do to avoid spewing it all over the table. Carson was looking at him with an embarrassed smile as he struggled to get control. Only the waiter noticed his problem, but Kenny waived him away.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" he stuttered. In the four years he had worked with Carson they had talked about almost everything: business, art, music, travel. But never about women or sex, except when admiring a passing beauty or when Carson had announced his marriage to Melissa. 

Kenny had enjoyed the attention and mentoring of his boss/friend/mentor since joining the firm four years ago. When Carson had announced his engagement, Kenny had taken it upon himself to check out Melissa's background. It hadn't taken much effort to discover that she was widowed and sexy as hell, twenty years younger than Carson, a State Department veteran and almost as wealthy as Kenny's boss. Top Secret security clearance, well traveled, generous to a fault. Kenny had visited in their home several times since their marriage and she was always gracious and friendly, cheerful and never indiscreet or inappropriate. She was a perfect match for Carson and a power in her own right. He wondered where Carson was going with this question.

"An impassioned question from a friend who needs help," Carson answered. They were at an out of the way table in Ruth's Chris and the crowd was small at this time of day. Seeing the question in Kenny's eyes, he looked up and waited while the waiter brought their steaks.

When the waiter had retreated, Carson cut a bite from his steak, but he left it on his plate. "Let me paint a picture."

It was Carson's favorite way of presenting a problem or challenge and Kenny waited him out.

"Suppose there was a very wealthy man with a beautiful wife who wanted something from their marriage that they hadn't been able to achieve," he played with the bit of steak. "Not children." He smiled. "They're both beyond that stage. But suppose the fellow has an appetite that requires special help to satisfy."

"What kind of appetite might that be?"

"Well, it seems that he wants to watch his wife have intercourse with another man."

Kenny studied his plate. "That's not all that unusual, from what I understand."

"That's true. But satisfying the appetite is much more complicated for someone in this couple's situation. They're both high profile figures and they're both wealthy. They can't go to just anyone for help."

"Given that, where do I fit in?"

"Well, it seems you've been suggested, almost insisted on as the third party, so to speak."

The waiter saw that their steaks were forgotten and stepped over to ask if there was a problem. They both waived him away with assurances that the food was very satisfactory and Carson put his small bite in his mouth. 

"The matter might never have come to a head," Carson picked up, "but it seems the man has developed prostrate problems and his sexual performance may be in jeopardy. So, you see, time may be of the essence."

Kenny was instantly concerned. "How severe is his problem? What does the doctor recommend?"

"Well, as I understand it, the situation is certainly not life threatening. Or even debilitating in any way, except that men sometimes lose their virility as a result of the kind of problem he faces." He smiled at Kenny's obvious relief. "In any case, the man and his wife have discussed his appetite, and the situation, and she is understanding and experienced enough to be open to the idea, given the right partner."

"And how did I come to be the candidate of choice?"

"I've asked myself the same question. But, apparently, the woman has put out discrete feelers, so to speak, and your name has been suggested." He paused. "More than once." And a big smile touched with envy crossed his face.

Kenny looked around the dining room. No one was paying them any attention except the waiter who maintained a discrete distance. "And what you're asking me to consider is helping this man realize his fantasy while he's still able to follow up, so to speak?"

"To put it in a nutshell." Carson studied his plate. "It would be an unforgettable favor. For the man and for me."

"Well, to answer your first question, 'No, I haven't made love to a woman while her husband watched,' though, to be completely honest, I have made love to some married women whose husbands are, or were, indifferent to their needs and fantasies."

"That behavior has apparently been reported through certain circles. With rave reviews, I might add."

Kenny couldn't help wondering who had tattled. "How do you suggest we move forward with this?"

"I thought you might have some suggestions?"

"Well, if I'm to be involved, I need to visit with the wife."

"Is that really necessary?"

"If the man wants it be something more than just a sordid little affair. A wham, bam, thank you m'am." He paused. "And that's not very fair to her."

"No, I suppose not. Let me see if they agree."

Kenny was still high on the events of the day and his appetite suddenly returned. He dug into the steak with little notice that it had gotten cool. He couldn't help wondering if Carson's announcement that he was making Kenny a partner in the firm was somehow connected with this unusual request. And he wondered if he'd jumped to a wrong conclusion about the identity of the man and woman in the picture Carson painted.

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Kenny was waiting for his plane to board the next day when his phone rang. "Hello."

"Kenny?"

"Yes."

"Hi, this is Melissa Monroe."

"Oh, hi, Melissa, how are you?"

"Very well, thanks. Do you have a minute?"

"Of course. How can I help you?"

"Well, first let me congratulate you on your promotion. It's something Carson has wanted to do for some time."

"Thank you. I'm still a little overwhelmed, but very appreciative."

"Well, I'm confident Carson made a wise decision." She paused and Kenny waited her out. "But that's not what I called about. As you know, Carson's birthday is coming up and I'd like to plan something special for him. I thought we might conspire about it and see what we can come up with." 

"What do you suggest?"

"Well I thought we might have lunch one day soon."

Kenny checked his day-timer. "I'll be free on Tuesday and we can have lunch any day that's good for you." 

They set a date for Wednesday and he thought she was finished. But she cleared her throat and said, "I thought I might bring my friend and let her discuss the other picture Carson painted for you."

"Wonderful," he beamed. "I look forward to meeting her and discussing how we can satisfy her husband's appetite."

There it was. His guess had been on the money.

He boarded his plane with a big smile on his face. 

Kenny had managed to resist lusting after Melissa because of his relationship with Carson. Certainly she was one of the most beautiful women he had met since Vicki took him under her wing. He relaxed on the plane and let his thoughts turn to Melissa's beautiful figure, full breasts, slender hips, saucy blonde hair-do and winning smile. That vision, and the attentions of the sparkling stewardess, were enough to stimulate an erection that was barely concealed by the magazine in his lap. It was a pleasant surprise that the stew managed to slip him a card as he was ready to deplane. And he smiled when he saw that she had noted her phone number and e-mail address. But his attention still turned to Melissa and where that situation might be taking him.

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He had to work hard to focus on the business in Boston, especially since Tricia, one of the principals of the start-up company, was very sexy and very available. He and the attorneys were already in the conference room when she came breezing in. Her figure wasn't Rubenesque, but it was more full-bodied than many of the almost anorexic types he saw on the streets of Boston. The bright red dress showed just enough cleavage to excite him and the other men in the room, and she played it to the hilt. Her own excitement was too great to conceal. But she was very businesslike during the final negotiations for the transfer of venture capital to help her expand her business. As the lawyers agreed on paragraph after paragraph of the contract she glanced at Kenny a couple of times and gave him a radiant and somewhat hesitant smile. Kenny admired her mind enough to have sold her plan to Carson, but he couldn't pretend that her personality and her full-busted figure didn't make him think of bedding her. 

When the papers were signed and the lawyers and other partners had departed, her reserve relaxed. The business on her mind now was obviously not money or contracts.

"Thank goodness that's over," she sighed. "I don't know how to thank you."

"Well, Tricia, you don't need to thank me. The investors' committee saw the beauty of your proposal and bought it with high expectations. The best way to thank them is to make your idea pay off generously for everyone concerned."

"Nevertheless, I know you and Carson sold it to the committee. I'd really like to buy you a drink at least." Her smile was too beautiful to resist.

"You're on. Only two conditions," Kenny smiled.

"And those are?" Her look was bright with expectation.

"That we not talk business. and, second, that we go someplace where we're not surrounded by boys and girls on the make."

"I shouldn't think you spend much time in places like that," she almost laughed. "You've got it. Just let me call the others and let them know we're in growth mode and that I'm taking the rest of the day off." She dug in her purse for a cell phone and turned away to make her call. Kenny admired the animation in her report to her partners, the sway of her breasts as she gestured her satisfaction with the arrangements, the lovely flow of her long, black hair as she almost bounced with delight, and the rich curve of her firm bottom. When she turned, she was beaming and Kenny noticed the top button of her blouse had come undone. "That takes care of that. Now, we'll have a drink and I know just the place. It's just around the corner." He offered his arm and she took it with a firm hug.

They were led to a corner booth in the Caf‚ d'jour, an out-of-the-way bistro near Copley Square. She slid onto the bench seat and Kenny studied her. 

"Is something wrong?"

"Just debating whether to sit over here and behave myself or sit beside you where I can enjoy your warmth and aroma."

Her smile blossomed. "Always go for warmth and aroma," she teased as she patted the bench beside her. And her thigh was warm against his as they waited for their drinks. By the time they'd finished their first drinks, their hands were resting comfortably on each other's thighs.

Kenny relished the trust he felt for her. "Did you ever have a fantasy that almost controlled your life? A sexual fantasy, I mean."

"Something you just can't get out of your mind?"

"That's the sort of thing."

"Tell me about it."

And, without revealing names, he reviewed Carson's hunger to see his wife with another man.

"Seems to me they wouldn't have a problem with finding any number of studs to help them, if she's as attractive as you say."

"Well, they think they've found someone suitable, but I can't help wondering what's in it for her."

"You mean besides having a wonderful roll in the hay?"

"Well there is that. But it's his fantasy. What about her fantasy?"

"I don't think every fantasy is equally good for both parties. But surely she'll get some satisfaction from making her husband happy. This is his turn and they can work on her turn later, don't you think?"

"I hadn't gotten that far with it, but you make a lot of sense. Thanks."

Tricia pressed her thigh against his and laid her hand on his. "And what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"What about your fantasies?" Her smile was warm and inviting and her fingers squeezed a little.

Kenny looked into her bright brown eyes and confessed. "Right now my fantasy is to take a beautiful woman in a bright red dress someplace where I can finesse her out of that dress, and kiss her and lick her and bite her all over her beautiful body." He winked at her. "And then call out for Chinese before I do it again."

Her smile got broader and she giggled softly. "I thought you'd never ask. I love Chinese," and she leaned over to kiss him softly. "But you'll have to let me go to the restroom before we leave here."

It was early enough to get a cab and twenty minutes later they were in the elevator rising to her loft apartment. When the door was locked and chained, Tricia turned to him. "Now, let's see that finesse." The afterglow of her wine flavored her tongue. Their kiss was warm and passionate and soon her tongue was wrestling with his, her firm breasts flattened against his chest, her moans mingling with his. And buttons were coming undone as his fingers caressed her neck and shoulders, her ribs and waist, her firm bottom and the tops of her thighs. 

It was bliss to shuck off her jacket and blouse, to let her skirt fall to the floor, to feel his fingers under the elastic of her slip. Bliss to feel his caresses open the hooks on her bra and slip it off her shoulders. Bliss to feel his kisses stoking fires in her as they traced her neck and shoulders and arms, glided over her chest to pull at one full breast and then the other. Bliss to feel his hands cup and squeeze her hips and bottom.

"Yes," she cried out when his teeth closed on her hard nipple. "Oh god, Kenny. Yes. Oh god." And she held his head against her fragrant breast as both nipples grew harder. "Oh god, darling, I'm cumming." And he felt the tremor flood over her. 

"Bed, darling," she gasped as her fingers almost tore through his buttons. "Hurry." And she was tugging him to the tiny bedroom. It was only a moment until her long fingers had the belt and the zipper open and his trousers sliding down his thighs. Another moment until he had slipped the tiny red panties over her long, slender thighs and almost flung her on the bed. Then he was on his knees between her legs, her feet planted on the bed, his kisses racing over her stomach and thighs and the delicious nest of her womanhood. He savored the aroma of her and his lips playfully tugged at the black curls covering her firm mound.

"Oh god," she almost screamed when his tongue pressed between her love lips. She was delicious. And he savored the flavors of her depths. "Oh god, Kenny. Oh god, yes. Yes. Right there. Yes," she trembled as his tongue found the hard little trigger to fire another orgasm. And he thanked the fates for Vicki and the many ways she had shown him to enjoy the delights of women.

And, when Tricia came down from that delightful high, she pulled him up to cover her heated body. "Fuck me, Kenny. Please fuck me. Now. Hard. Please." And she spread her legs and found his hardness and led it to the center of her need. Felt him enter her, plunging slow and deep before she clutched him with her legs and pulled him deeper. "Hard, darling. Harder." Feeling him drive and withdraw, drive and withdraw. Clawing at his back. Encouraging. Savoring. Screaming. "Yes. Yes."

"Better than Chinese," he teased as they lay together later.

"Oh no you don't, mister," her fingers circled his soft cock. "You promised me Chinese." She dipped her head to kiss him and trace his length with her tongue. "And a repeat performance," she beamed, giving him a squeeze. "I'm holding this hostage until you deliver."

And the dessert was even better than the appetizer.

The next two days were a delightful and repeated reprise of his fantasy mixed with some sightseeing, combined with lots of picture taking, and a fantasy or two of Tricia's own.

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Kenny managed to get through Monday and Tuesday without dropping any balls at the office. He even found a hot new lead among the applications that they'd received. By Wednesday he felt he had some ideas worth pursuing with Melissa and her 'friend.'''

The Ritz Carlton dining room was convenient and plush. He'd arrived early to make sure everything was comfortable and low key, the table set for three. He saw Melissa the moment she walked in. Her skirt and blouse were the cerulean blue of the sky and looked spectacular on her. He was on his feet as the maitre d' led her to the table and helped her with her chair.

"Hi, Melissa. You look more beautiful than ever." He smiled.

"Thank you, kind sir. Did you have a good trip?"

"Boston is always fun, thanks. And this time I may have made the company some money."

"If there's money to be made in Boston, I'm sure you gave it your best shot."

Kenny thought of Tricia for a moment and replied, "And then some." He looked toward the door. "Is your friend joining us?"

"She seems to be running late. Running out of courage, maybe."

"Well, I can certainly understand that. It's a big step for a prim and proper lady."

The waiter came and they both ordered quiche and sweet tea (a drink even the Ritz had to offer for southerners at lunch). Kenny took the distraction as opportunity to study Melissa's soft blonde curls and the tempting 'V' of flesh where her blouse dipped between her breasts. They chatted about his promotion and her involvement with one of her charities until their meals came and he tried to think of something that would keep his growing erection under control.

As they were finishing, Kenny commented that her friend apparently had decided not to come. And he asked if Melissa had thought of a present for Carson's birthday.

"It's not easy," she frowned. "I can't think of anything he might really want enough to wait for me to get it for him."

Kenny beamed. "Well, it occurs to me that there's one thing only you can give him. And it's something I'm sure he'll treasure."

Her blue eyes sparkled and her lovely mouth opened with a little 'oh.' "What have you thought of?"

"It's pretty simple, really," he confessed. "But every man I've ever known appreciated a portrait of a beautiful woman. And knowing that it's 'his woman' just makes it better."

"But he's already got a handful of portraits of me," she protested.

"Well, I'm thinking of something a little less conventional. Sort of 'for your eyes only' shots with as much silk and flesh as you can be comfortable with."

"You mean nude photos?"

"But done very tastefully. Shots that you think will appeal to his appetites."

Melissa studied her bright red fingernails for a minute then smiled up at him. "It might be fun," she giggled. "I could act out some of those scenarios we're always joking about." Then she frowned. "But we'll need a photographer. Someone we can trust."

"I know a couple who might serve. One of them is a nice lady who does beautiful work."

"Isn't photography one of your 'hobbies'?"

"It is, but I'm not in the league I'm suggesting. This calls for more experience and more equipment than I have."

"But we could buy or rent the equipment you need," she said almost to herself. "And we could hire a model to help you polish your technique."

Kenny's thoughts raced to the pictures he had shot of Tricia over the weekend and he knew it wouldn't take much polishing.

"And that would give us the same confidentiality my friend is getting."

"If she hasn't changed her mind," Kenny reminded her.

"Well, Carson and I will still want the confidentiality. Will you do it for me? Please."

He only hesitated a moment. "Of course. If that's what you want."

"It's settled then. Now, what do I need to do?"

"Well, you can pick out four or five outfits that Carson especially likes. And you can decide what special props you might want to have on hand."

"Special props?"

"Things that might figure in Carson's fantasies. Gloves, garter belts, that sort of thing."


Kenny: Take My Wife, Please



Her eyes grew wide with wonder. "I'll have to think about that, We haven't gotten very wild in the bedroom." And it was true. Her sex life with Carson was comfortable, but far from the adventurous pleasures she had known with her first husband and the two lovers she'd had since her husband's death. She almost laughed aloud as she remembered the wild blowjob she'd given her husband when they both hung suspended from pitons on a bluff in Zion National Park while their friends covered for them.

"That's why you may want to dig out some old fantasies."

Melissa had been digging out old fantasies since she agreed to go along with Carson's request. She'd also come up with some new fantasies since she determined that Kenny would be the perfect partner. She felt her nipples tingle and realized the hard little buds were pushing out proudly against her sheer blouse. She knew Kenny had to see what was happening. "Let me think about it? When do you suggest we get started?"

"Well we could do some shots this weekend. For example, we might get some shots of you coming out of Victoria's Secret or Fredrick's of Hollywood with bulging shopping bags. And maybe some poolside shots." 

He smiled at her. "Of course, your friend might want to get a little more erotic, with things like slave collars or nipple clips or temporary tattoos, paddles or handcuffs. Crazy things she and her husband may have joked or teased about. If she decides to go ahead with it."

Melissa could feel her puss weeping and knew her panty liner wouldn't prevent a wet spot on her skirt. God, she was getting hot. "Do you have any suggestions? For Saturday, I mean."

"Carson's favorite dresses. A couple of swim suits-the sexier the better. Some really exciting lingerie. That's probably all we'll have time for."

They set a date for Saturday and he walked her to the valet parking and waited until her car was brought up. It was almost four o'clock when he got back to the office. Carson was still at his desk and looked up when Kenny knocked.

"Come in."

"I'm glad I caught you. Do you have a minute?

"Sure. Have a seat." When Kenny was seated, he continued, "What can I help you with?"

"Well, first I wanted to let you know that Melissa's friend didn't show for lunch, so she may have changed her mind."

"Oh, really?"

Kenny thought he saw a slight blush of color in Carson's cheeks. "And, in case she decides to pursue the matter, I need you to have her husband give me more insight into what he wants from the deal. There has to be more than just a roll in the hay. So you need to have him draw me a picture of how he would like the matter to evolve." Now he was sure of the blush. "But he can give it to me in writing if that's more comfortable for him." Kenny could see the relief flood over Carson's face.

"I'll see what he can come up with."

"Good. I think I'll take off." He stood. "See you in the morning." And Carson was leaning back in his chair, deep in thought, as Kenny closed the door.

In his four years as Carson's prot‚g‚ Kenny had seen His mentor negotiate like a tiger with dozens of people in several countries. He had never seen him so ill at ease in discussing a proposal. It was almost as if two marriages had done little or nothing to impart sexual experience and maturity to the venture capital tycoon.

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Kenny met her for coffee at the mall early on Saturday. She couldn't disguise her beauty with the plain blouse and slacks she wore. And her perfume enchanted him and whispered 'expensive' to anyone who knew fragrances. He suggested a plan for her shopping and sent her off to Fredrick's of Hollywood. When she emerged thirty minutes later, he managed to discretely get some pictures of her with arms loaded with labeled bags. They repeated the procedure at Victoria's Secret and took her purchases to her car. Then he followed her to the house in the hills north of downtown Atlanta. When all her purchases were transferred to her bedroom, Kenny took his cameras and tripods to the pool to wait for her appearance. It was worth the wait. 

She arrived draped in a sheer pool jacket and almost no bathing suit. He coached her through dozens of frames of her in, and practically out of, the black string bikini and her other suits. . "Flirt with the camera, darling. Show Carson what a hot body you have. Lift your breasts, sweetheart. Wag that sexy bottom at him. Let the strap fall off your shoulder." He was almost continually erect as she paraded around the pool, showed off her cleavage and the sexy curve of her perfect posterior. She showed the camera a silhouette of her naked breast, the nipple budding firm.

Later they moved to her bedroom where he guided her through her seduction of the camera in a half-dozen different outfits that showcased her slender figure erotically. "Show him more cleavage, Missy. Let him see a little nipple. More thigh when you show him your panties." 

When they reviewed the dozens of photos they'd shot, both of them were fighting to control the passion that threatened to flame over them. Melissa was delighted with the collection and knew they would enchant Carson as well. Kenny managed to keep his hands to himself and made a graceful departure as soon as possible.

When he got home, he sorted through the shots again. He put about 30 that were the cream of the crop in a slide show on disk and put the presentation CD and the master flash disk in an envelope for Melissa. 

Kenny stopped At Carson's office first thing Monday morning. "Got a minute?" he asked.

"Sure, Kenny, have a seat."

"I don't need to tie you up, Carson, but I thought I should alert you to my schedule for the next couple of weeks."

"Okay."

"Well, I have the San Francisco trip on tap for next week. And things may be hectic for a month or so after that. It occurs to me that Friday or Saturday may be the last clear shot we have to finish the project we're working on for your friend any time soon"

Carson seemed a little surprised and uncomfortable. "Have you gathered the information you need?"

"Not really, but we may have to settle for a seat-of-the-pants amateur production."

"I hope we don't have to do that. Let me see if I can move things ahead."

It was late the next afternoon when Carson came to his door and knocked. "Hey, Carson, heading out?"

"Got a dinner date this evening," he smiled, "but I wanted to get this to you." He handed Kenny a large envelope. "Hopefully it will give you what you need for our project. And Saturday is blocked out for all afternoon if you still have time."

"Saturday afternoon and evening is open. I'll give you the details in a day or two and you can let your friend know."

And Carson turned without a word and walked out.

There were two envelopes in the large one. Neither one was addressed. When Kenny opened the first, he found a hand written letter:

"Dear Kenneth,

"I'm sure you've figured out by now that Carson and I have been deceiving you. What he hasn't told you is that he and I are the couple in the picture he painted for you. I hope you can forgive us.

"Carson has always had a hard time talking about sex and what we do in the bedroom. This is the first departure he's suggested and it was painful for him to do so. When I first agreed to fulfill his fantasy I was doing it out of love for him, with no interest in having an affair or any sort of entanglement. Since then I've realized that I might as well use the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to realize some of my fantasies, too.

"If my 'friend' had written this letter, she'd tell you she wanted her lover to treat her like a slut. Talk to her as a chattel. Even rough her up a little and spank her. Make her do things she might not have done before. And assure her of her importance to him.

"There are other things she might say, but I suspect this will give your fertile mind all the inspiration it needs.

"I give you all my thanks for helping Carson and me.

"M"

Kenny put the letter down and thought for several minutes before opening the other one. As he expected, it was from Carson.

"Dear Kenny,

"I know you'll forgive me for painting such an outright misrepresentation. By now you know that saying, or even thinking, anything about sex is very difficult for me. As you supposed, I want the experience to be as happy and rewarding for Melissa as possible. I'm sure she has never been unfaithful and I don't expect this adventure to set her on that path. If it's good for her, I'm sure it will be good for me. My fictional friend would like it to involve mild domination and oral sex since these are so alien to him.

"Once more I put myself in your capable hands.

"C"

Kenny sat and thought for some time before calling to make reservations for Friday night at one of the better hotels in Buckhead. Then he closed the office and set out on a shopping trip of his own to a party supply store, a pet store and a sporting goods store. 

That night he wrote letters of instruction to Carson and to Melissa, putting them in separate envelopes which he would give to Carson in the morning.

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He showed up at the hotel at one p.m. on Friday and followed the bellman to a penthouse suite. He had ordered wine and finger foods delivered at four. He unpacked his cases and set up tripods for the movie cameras then double-checked on the flash cards for his SLR. Everything was go.

Carson called at four thirty and Kenny gave him his final instructions. Melissa called fifteen minutes later for her instructions.

When Carson arrived, Kenny immediately took him to a bedroom and gave him his costume. Then he directed him to the chair in front of the camera focused on the king-sized bed.

Melissa arrived thirty minutes later carrying a small suitcase. She knocked softly despite the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. It wasn't until the door was closed and locked behind her that she realized Kenny was wearing a black mask over his eyes and cheeks. He lifted his finger in front of his lips and held out a bright blue mask for her. 

When she had put the mask on, he said, "You're late my little bitch." And he ran his hand roughly over the fullness of her breast and pinched her nipple. Her lips were warm and welcoming as he kissed her almost fiercely.

Her surprise was mixed with an almost instant heat in her loins. "I'm sorry. I thought I was on time."

"What you thought doesn't matter, slut. You'll have to be punished. Now get your beautiful ass into the bedroom."

Melissa's eyes were flaring with excitement as she let him lead her to the bedroom. She paid no attention to Carson where he sat beside the bed, but she couldn't help registering surprise at the camera setup. "I didn't know you were taking movies."

"I don't owe you an explanation, slut." Kenny went to one of the movie cameras. "Now, parade around the room for me."

She might have protested, but her excitement took control and she strutted around the bed and behind Carson's chair before coming back to smile into the camera.

"You need something, my beautiful whore." Kenny reached into one of his bags and brought out the thick black dog collar. "Take this over there and put it on."

Melissa was obviously getting into the role as she moved to sit on the bed and fastened the stiff leather around her neck. "Like this, Master?"

"That's good, slut, but your blouse detracts from the collar."

Without being told, she began to unbutton the sheer blue blouse and tug it out from under her belt. "Is that better, Master," she asked as she turned to show the creamy flesh of her shoulders, "or does the bra still detract?" She moved her hands to lift her lovely breasts and their bright blue half-cup support for his admiration. She even pinched one hard, pink nipple where it peeked over the fabric.

"Beautiful, my pretty bitch." The camera was capturing her every move. "Now show us your beautiful ass."

Her cleavage was enticing as she slowly leaned forward to grasp the hem of her skirt. She worked it up to the tops of her hose. Across the warm flesh of her upper thighs to reveal the garter belt and the frilly blue panties. Then she turned and bent over just enough to make her beautiful cheeks harden and reach out to them. She wiggled. "Do you like my pretty bottom, Master?"

"It's irresistible, my lovely." Kenny left the camera recording as he moved to run his hand over the fullness of her rump, right under Carson's nose. "You smell delicious, my wonderful slut. Are you getting hot?"

"Oh, yes, Master. So hot."

"Then tell us about it, darling. Tell us what you feel and what you want."

For the first time she glanced at Carson. "I feel so hot, darling. And wanton. My pussy is on fire and I want a hard cock to cool it off." She looked up at the camera and smiled a lust filled grin.

"Let my friend see how you smell when you're so hot, bitch." When she looked confused, Kenny continued. "Dip your finger in your honey pot and let him smell it."

She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then she held her skirt high with one hand while she slipped the other under her panties. In a moment she removed her dripping fingers and moved closer to Carson. "This is how a woman smells when she's in heat, lover." And Carson inhaled in a near faint.

"Now let him see how a beautiful slut in heat tastes."

This time she smiled broadly and offered her fingers to Carson. His first lick was tentative, but then he almost swallowed her fingers to harvest the delicious nectar. Kenny could tell that she was ecstatic at this response.

Kenny walked behind her and ran his hands over her shoulders. She sighed as his lips caressed her neck and ear. Every inch of exposed flesh was fair game for his wandering hands and her passions was almost out of control. Her hours of work in her home gym and in the pool had kept her body enticingly firm. "Now take off your bra, my lovely slut." He and Carson both watched enchanted as she unhooked the strap at her back and let the flimsy cups fall to the floor. What little sag there was in her lovely breasts was not at all distracting. And her nipples seemed strained almost to bursting.

"Hold your titties up for us, bitch."

As she cupped her lovelies and held them up on display, Kenny reached in his bag and brought out two bright objects. Her eyes flashed wide and she started to blush, but she didn't object as he opened one of the clips and attached it securely to her nipple. "Does that hurt, slut?"

"A little, Master."

"Good." And he clipped the other to the other nipple before standing back to admire his handiwork. "Aren't her titties beautiful?" he asked Carson who could only nod. "Any man would love to kiss and squeeze and bite those lovely tits, my beautiful bitch." And he tugged hard at one of the clips. "Now tell us what you want, Darling," he demanded as she whimpered.

Her blush got even brighter and he thought she closed her eyes. "Oh, Master, I want you to pinch my titties and kiss me and put your fingers in my hot pussy. I want to make love to your hard cock with my mouth and my hands and I want to feel that wonderful prick inside me while he watches."

Carson was blushing, too, but he looked at her with fascination. And he almost drooled as Kenny squeezed Melissa's beautiful boobs and pinched them until she moaned. Then Kenny slid his hand across her firm stomach and slipped it beneath the blue lace of her panties. It was obvious that his fingers had found the firm lips of her love mouth and she began to hump his hand as she neared her release. Then she trembled fiercely as a tidal wave of pleasure flooded over her. 

Kenny half carried her to sit on the bed so she could recover. He stood beside her and unfastened his belt, dropped his trousers and stood before her in a black jock strap while he stripped off his shirt. "Caress my cock you lovely slut," he commanded and her response was instant. Her long fingers ran over the black fabric and squeezed the hardness beneath. Then she was smiling up at him while she tugged the elastic free of his rod and pushed the cloth to the floor.

"Beautiful," she moaned at the sight of him. And she leaned closer to caress him with her cheek. In a moment she was kissing him, with a surreptitious glance at Carson. She let her tongue flick at his rod and licked the cum seeping from the tip. Then she was kissing and licking almost in a frenzy. And her lips opened wide to circle the head of his throbbing rod. She took him deep and held him firmly as she bobbed her head up and down. Moaning and sobbing. "Oh, God, Master, I want you so."

Kenny struggled to control himself while she took her pleasure, then he lifted her head away from him and pulled her to her feet. He knelt to strip off her sopping panties and hugged her close, enjoying the heat of her against his cheek. He sat her down on the bed again. She almost swooned when he knelt between her knees and spread her legs wide.

He motioned to Carson. "Come and see how this is done.'

Carson was at his side instantly, leaning forward to admire his wife's firm mound. "And you can squeeze her titties while you watch."

Carson was only too happy to oblige, and Melissa guided his hands as they explored her throbbing boobs.

"Pinch, lover," she sobbed. "Oh yes. That's it."

Kenny was thumbing her clit as he kissed her stomach and the rise of her mound. Her excitement had sent her delicious juices flowing down her thighs and he searched them out with his tongue before moving to the source. "This is her clit or her love button," he muttered almost to himself. "Be sure to pay lots of attention to it." And his tongue raked harshly over that little finger of pleasure."

"That's it, lover. Oh, yes. Yes." And her shaking announced another delightful orgasm.

As she lay back and let Carson kiss her lips and breasts and stomach, Kenny reached into his bag and pulled out a foil pack.

"Put this rubber on my prick, slut," he commanded.

Melissa sat up and took the pack, tore it open, and smiled up at him. Her hands trembled as she fondled his cock. Then she unrolled the condom over the length of him.

"Get me wet."

Her tongue was covered with spit as she flicked it out to coat the end of his rod.

Then Kenny pushed her back and leaned over her. "Take my cock, bitch." And she guided him to her secret place, encouraged him to drive into her, wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him deep. "Now squeeze me with that hot, beautiful puss." And he could feel her contractions trying to milk him. When he began to pump into her, she moaned and cried and laughed and screamed until the thunderous crash hit both of them.

When he recovered, Kenny looked at Carson. "Now, I want you to spank this naughty little bitch for teasing you." He pulled a ping pong paddle from his bag and handed it to Carson. "Tell her to roll over."

"Turn over, my hot little bitch," Carson mumbled.

"Louder, more forcefully."

This time Carson almost shouted it and smiled broadly when Melissa rolled onto her stomach. He didn't need to be told to swat her bottom, but he stopped after a couple of strokes when she promised to be a good girl.

"Take off your mask," Kenny commanded. "And take off her mask." When the masks were off, he told Carson, "Now show me what you've learned." Carson commanded Melissa's to roll onto her back and, as he feasted between her lovely thighs, Kenny dressed and put the cameras in his bag. He heard her moan her encouragement and enjoyment as he went to the bedroom door. "Oh, yes, Darling. Yes. So wonderful."

As he was leaving, Kenny saw Carson move up to cover her body with his and heard her whisper, "Happy birthday, Master."