0 comments/ 91735 views/ 6 favorites Loving Carolyn By: jacktar48 Chapter One The trial was over, finally. I was back in my office, removing my tie and trying to wind down, while my wife, Carolyn was in the conference room trying to comfort our client. We had won, incidentally, but it had been a long and vicious battle, and the client, Cynthia, was suffering from the usual post-trial letdown. I sat down behind my desk and kicked my shoes off. "Couldn't do this in New York," I thought. Our little small-town business was the perfect thing for Carolyn and me. We were not kids, certainly; but we had only been married for 2 years and were still so hot for each other that we had to take frequent breaks during the day to relieve the tension. On a typical morning we would get into the office about 10:00, and Carolyn would start the coffee while I checked to make sure the "Closed" sign was still on the door. Then I would lift her onto the counter in the kitchenette and eat her sweet pussy until the coffee was ready... The deal was that if she could come before the coffee was done, good for her; if not, well, too bad because we had to open the office and all of that and she would just have to wait until lunch time. I have to admit that sometimes I cheated a little...I would bring her right to the edge and then slow down just enough to keep her from coming. Not much legal work got done on those mornings, but I could count on a lot of attention. Kisses in the hall between our offices; surreptitious feels when no one was looking. She would find it necessary to come into my office during consultations to bring me files, which she would open to point out certain items unnecessarily, taking the opportunity to make sure I got a look at her full breasts as she bent over my desk. Behind the wide desk, I could run my hand up her smooth leg and feel the wetness of her, knowing she was ready for my hard cock. We would both be counting the minutes until lunch time, when the "Closed" sign would go back on the door and we would go to the conference room, undressing each other even before the door was closed, half-mad with desire.... I stretched luxuriously and reached for my calendar to mark the due date for the proposed Court order in Cynthia's case. I had really put the screws to her now ex-husband. Not that he didn't deserve it. He'd had the chance to settle months ago, and had refused to do so. He'd wanted to get his day in court...and I had given it to him. And in exchange for that, he would be giving his wife the big house on Main Street, two new cars, over $100,000 in cash, and alimony for five years. All that because of a blurry photograph that nonetheless clearly showed him on his knees on the back patio with the pool-boy's stiff dick in his mouth. I was proud of that picture. We had contrived to obtain it just in time for trial, but not in time to notify his attorney ahead of time...I love surprises like that. The other attorney had squawked like a chicken when I handed him his copy in open court, and I knew I had made another enemy. Even the judge was fighting back a smile as he over-ruled the objection to this "newly discovered" evidence.... What I couldn't get back for Cynthia was her self-respect. She had been a beautiful, vibrant creature before he had systematically destroyed her confidence. Now her long golden hair seemed dull and tarnished, and her weary posture failed to display her small, firm breasts and trim waist to advantage. She should have been treated like a princess, but instead her husband had ignored her needs and then blamed her lack of passion for his blatant homosexual affairs. I doubted that he had ever intended to have a real marriage with her; she had merely been window-dressing to cover up his predilection for teenage boys. I must have dozed off briefly, because the next time I looked at the clock it was well into our normal supper time. I got up from my chair and checked the front door, turning the sign to "Closed" and locking the door. Carolyn was not at her desk tidying up for the day, which was unusual. Especially after a trial. I had tortured her unmercifully that morning, refusing to let her come, and whenever possible throughout the day I had touched her nipples or caressed her damp panties under her skirt, and she should have been eagerly awaiting the first opportunity for us to be alone together. I wondered if I should keep teasing her for awhile. My cock jumped in my pants as I imagined how hot she must be by now, and how good it would feel to finally get into her hot little pussy again. I decided I couldn't wait until we got home, and went to see if she was still in the conference room. Hopefully she had dried Cynthia's tears and sent her home while I was napping. The conference room door was closed. Unusual, unless we were in there together. I quietly opened the door a crack, and immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman's pleasure. I peeked around the corner and was shocked into immobility by what I saw. Cynthia was sprawled out on the big leather couch, her head thrown back in anguished passion as my lovely Carolyn knelt between her outstretched legs. Clothing was scattered across the floor, and Cynthia was completely naked, while my wife was still wearing her semi-formal court attire. Cynthia was obviously approaching orgasm, and she alternately cupped her small breasts in her own hands and combed her fingers through Carolyn's disheveled hair as Carolyn tongued her glistening pussy. I realized that I was holding my breath as I tried to comprehend what I was seeing. Should I quietly close the door and go back to my office? Should I burst into the room angrily and put a stop to this? I was overcome with indecision, but my aching cock obviously knew what it wanted as it strained against my pants, demanding attention. Absently I stroked myself through my pants as I watched. Carolyn was teasing Cynthia just as I had teased her this morning; lapping at her swollen clitty with intensity until it seemed certain that she would come, then drawing back to lick up the sweet nectar with the tip of her tongue until the sensations began to wane. Cynthia was becoming desperate for release, thrusting herself upward toward my wife's face, forgetting to stifle her moans. "Tell me what you want, honey," Carolyn murmured. I smiled. I had said exactly the same thing to her this morning. "I want..." Cynthia sobbed. "I want..." "Do you want to come?" Carolyn prompted. "Yes, yes, please..." "Tell me, then." Carolyn was determined to make her say it. "I want to come." "And what do you think would help you do that?" "I don't know..." "Would this do it?" Carolyn lightly flicked her tongue across Cynthia's pussy lips. "No, higher, like you did before, please, PLEASE, you know..." "No, dear, I don't know," Carolyn teased her. "You have to tell me exactly what you like." "I can't say it." "Then I guess you will have to wait until you can," Carolyn told her. "I must not be doing this right, and I'm so sorry." Carolyn fastened her lips over Cynthia's clitoris, massaging it vigorously with her tongue until Cynthia nearly came again, and when she stopped just short of the peak, Cynthia gave a little shriek of despair. "No, don't stop, please don't stop, that was just right, I can't stand it any more." "Why was that just right?" Carolyn demanded. Cynthia raised her head from the back of the couch in frustration, opening her eyes for the first time since I had opened the door...her eyes widened as she saw me standing there, and I suddenly realized that I was now holding my rigid cock in my hand, my pants down around my knees. Cynthia screamed, frantically trying to bring her legs together and cover her pink-tipped breasts with her hands. Carolyn giggled, easily holding Cynthia's slender thighs apart with her hands. "I wondered when you would decide to come looking for me," she said. "I know your motto is 'the client always comes first,' so I thought I would get started...." She dived back into Cynthia's pussy, and her struggles quickly weakened, her squeaks of dismay turning into groans of frustrated pleasure. "He's watching us; it's so nasty...I've never done this before...NO, DON'T STOP...oh, I can't now, I don't know, this is so bad...." Carolyn eased off again, licking delicately between words as she spoke. "I'm afraid he wants to fuck at least one of us, Cynthia. And I don't think we will be able to stop him...besides, don't you think he deserves some sort of reward for his performance in court today?" "NO! Just make him go away. Please eat my pussy until I come, I want to come in your mouth. Please do it, suck my clitty, I'm so close I'll die if you stop...." "Now, that's what you should have said before," Carolyn told her reproachfully. "But I'm afraid you waited a little too long. It's not so simple now. Tell me how my finger feels in your pussy." Carolyn gently slid a finger into Cynthia's wet tunnel as she turned her head to look at me, smiling mischievously. "Why don't you get completely undressed, Love, and help me with this?" "It hurts!" Cynthia wailed. "I just want your tongue!" I was undressed in seconds, stumbling in my eagerness to cross the room and kneel next to my lovely wife. I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her very, very wet, her smooth thighs slick with the sweet nectar of her bare pussy. I easily found her hot bud and rubbed it lightly between my fingers, making her squirm with pleasure. I withdrew my hand and tasted her enticing essence. "Tell us why it hurts, dear," Carolyn murmured between flicks at Cynthia's clitty. "Because I've never...nobody ever...oh, you know!" "You mean because you've never been properly fucked, isn't that right?" Carolyn said, helpfully. "Objection; leading the witness," I thought inanely. Possibly I have spent too much time in the courtroom. Then it came to me that my whole case had been in serious jeopardy.... "You mean your marriage was never consummated?" I asked, astounded. "Why didn't you tell me? He could have gotten an annulment, and I would have looked like a complete moron...." "Shut up; it's over already," Carolyn snapped. "You won. Now she needs a little comforting, and more than a little forgetting." "Sorry," I mumbled. Chapter Two Cynthia suddenly began to sob as if her heart would break. Carolyn sat on the couch beside her, holding her and stroking her hair as she glared at me. "Don't just stand there," she told me. "Put your robe on, at least, and bring me my kimono." I got my robe from where it hung in the closet, in case of emergencies, and brought the silk kimono that Carolyn had never worn for more than two minutes at a time. Tenderly she wrapped it around Cynthia's heaving shoulders, murmuring comforting words. "Sit," she ordered, indicating the couch on the other side of Cynthia. I sat. This did not seem to be a good time to argue. Cynthia cringed away from me, clinging tighter to Carolyn, but her sobbing began to subside. "There, now, honey," Carolyn whispered to her. "You'll feel so much better tomorrow, you'll see." Cynthia began crying loudly again. I surreptitiously checked my watch. Forget supper. It was getting on to bed-time...and I had plans for my enchanting wife. "I can't go back to that house," Cynthia sobbed. "He said he would kill me if I tried to take anything of his, and now I've taken it all...." "Of course you don't have to go there tonight," Carolyn comforted her. "We'd be glad –" "To check you into a nice motel," I finished for her, firmly. My wife glared at me again. "We'd be glad to have you stay in our guest room as long as you like." "I think Judge Logan is waiting on line 2 for a conference call," I stated loudly. This was our private signal that a conference was in order; not with the judge, but between my wife and me. "He can damned well wait," Carolyn snapped. Cynthia straightened up, brushing at her tears and trying to smile. "No, you go ahead and take care of business. I don't mean to be such a bother. I'll just wash my face and go on home...." "You just sit right here and compose yourself, now," Carolyn told her. "I'll be right back, and I'll bring you a nice cup of tea. Or a glass of wine; how about that?" "OK, I guess...." I took Carolyn's hand and pulled her to her feet and out into the hall, closing the door behind us. "What the hell are you thinking," I started. "What the hell are you thinking," she said at the same time. And then we were in each other's arms, our mouths hungrily claiming each other. I pulled her skirt up, luxuriating in the silky slipperiness between her thighs as she gripped my throbbing cock. "God, I want you," we blurted simultaneously. My fingers found Carolyn's tiny clitoris, and she came almost instantly, bucking against me. Just as quickly, she was pushing me away. "I can't believe you want to abandon that poor girl in her state. Can't you see how upset she is?" "She's a client," I began. "We can't get involved in her personal life. It's unethical." "She WAS a client," Carolyn corrected me. "The trial is over; case closed – remember?" "I need to be alone with you, right now," I whined. "After our last really tough case, you fucked me three times before midnight," Carolyn reminded me. "And I lost track after that. But I was so sore the next morning I could hardly walk, and if you think you're going to do that again, you better think again." I had been thinking about doing just that, actually. I was so full of adrenaline it felt like my cock was permanently stiff, and I desperately wanted to feel my wife's hot grasping pussy around it. "Could we do it just once, then?" I wheedled. "You know you want it...." "I don't think I could sleep with someone who would just push that poor girl out in the cold," she told me, primly. "I couldn't possibly relax unless I knew she was safe. In our guest room." I groaned. We both knew Carolyn would get exactly what she wanted. Resistance was futile, I told myself. And I could always embarrass Cynthia into leaving in the morning, should she appear to be disposed to stay.... "OK, then." I sighed. "She can stay tonight. But in the morning...." "Forget morning," Carolyn purred. "You're going to be too busy tonight to waste time worrying about it." My cock leapt with joy, and I dragged Carolyn into my office where I cleared my desk with a single sweep of my arm and lifted her onto it. I pushed her skirt back around her waist, opened my robe, and guided my leaking cock to her sopping slit. I rubbed the purple head up and down, spreading her pouting inner lips, bumping against her clitty, feeling her thighs beginning to become tense. With one hand on the small of her back and one holding my cock, I worked it into her, watching her lips stretching to accommodate me. When the head finally popped in, she moaned and I nearly came right there. I grasped her hips with my hands, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk as I forced my cock into her hot depths until I had no more to give her. Our eyes met as I ground myself against her. "I love you," I whispered. She sighed, and together we watched my cock slide back out of her, now slick with her juices. She touched the base of it, wonderingly, and raised her finger to my lips as I pushed back into her. "Do I taste good, Sweetheart?" she asked. "Always," I grated out. "Then why didn't you taste me first?" she wondered. "You always liked to do that first. From the very first time...." I remembered. I had waited over thirty years for her, never imagining that I would have the chance, and when a series of coincidences had finally brought us together I had wasted little time before slipping my tongue into her moist pussy, even though she had not entirely made up her mind to allow it. Reluctantly, I withdrew my aching cock and knelt to taste her once again. She was standing at the door to my office, giggling, before I realized that she had escaped. "Time's up!" she laughed. "Seems like you did something like this to me this morning. How do you like it?" I made a half-hearted grab for her as she dodged around the door. "Compose yourself, now," she lectured sternly. "We have a guest, and she's not used to seeing men walking around with their cocks poking out in front of them." Hastily I pulled my robe together across my wet cock, knotting the belt lower to hold it in. It looked awkward and felt worse. My balls ached abominably. I needed to come, desperately, and I was nearly ready to stroke myself off if my wife continued to deny me her pussy. In the conference room, Cynthia had dressed herself, and looked somewhat better, although her eyes still spilled fat tears from time to time. She stared at the floor as she told us, "I'm really sorry to trouble you this way. I don't know what got into me." She darted a glance at Carolyn and blushed. "I'll just be going now. You don't have to worry about me." I knew exactly what had gotten into her: my wife's clever tongue, mostly. Carolyn took her in her arms again. "You are coming home with us. I insist." Warning glance in my direction; "My husband insists too. He's worried about your safety. And the judge said it is for the best." Chapter Three Home again, Cynthia and I sat at opposite ends of the couch facing the fireplace, studiously ignoring each other. I had lit the fire, and opened a bottle of wine, while Carolyn put together a late supper. She brought it in on a tray and set it on the coffee table before us before seating herself next to Cynthia. I tried hard not to sulk, but I was feeling abused. I wanted my wife upstairs in our big bed, naked and willing...instead she was giving all her attention to Cynthia. Carolyn was feeding Cynthia bits of cheese and crackers, and prompting her to drink her wine, which she obviously didn't want. "Drink it, honey," she urged. "It will make you feel better." "I really don't drink," Cynthia protested faintly. "I don't like the taste of it." "It's like medicine, really," Carolyn informed her. "Just drink it down." She refilled Cynthia's glass, and made her drink that too. Cynthia yawned, provoking the same response in me. "I'm getting so sleepy," she sighed. "Could I go to bed now?" "Of course," Carolyn told her. "I'll just show you where everything is." They left the room together, leaving me staring moodily at the fire. I wanted my wife. I wanted her now. I thought of the times we had made love on this couch, and on the floor in front of the fireplace, and on the coffee table...Carolyn's golden skin in the firelight, her eyes full of love and desire. My cock rose again, painfully, as I remembered the time she had insisted that I sit motionless on the couch, my hands restricted to the back of it, while she made love to me with her mouth. She had brought me to the edge time after time, but would not let me come until I thought I would die from frustration. Finally, I resolved to control myself so that she would not be able to tell when I was about to come, and either this worked, or she simply decided to end my suffering. She had settled into a steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. With one hand she cupped my tortured balls, and with the other she rubbed her own swollen clit. I was close; very close, and trying hard not to show it. I desperately wanted to take control by pushing her onto her back and fucking my hard cock into her tight little pussy, but I wanted this too. I ground my teeth in frustration. Just a little faster, a little harder, I begged silently. Let me feel your teeth graze the very base of my cock. And suddenly I was there. I felt my cock swell even more as a hot stream of sperm surged through it and spurted into her eager mouth. Her eyes widened and her gaze sought mine as I gasped her name. Loving Carolyn Ch. 2 Morning. Never my favorite time of day, until I began waking up with Carolyn in my arms...I like to watch her sleeping for a few minutes before I slip out of bed to make her breakfast. Yeah, yeah; I've heard that most guys don't do this sort of thing. But most guys don't get what I get after breakfast, either. After our first weekend together, Carolyn jokingly told me, "If you promise to make my breakfast every morning, I will marry you." So I did. In fact, I went one better and drafted a contract promising to prepare her breakfast every morning on which we should wake up in the same bed. Of course, a necessary element of any contract is "consideration," and to fulfill this requirement I inserted a clause indicating that, by way of good and valuable consideration, I was entitled to "one sleepy kiss" on every such morning. Craftily, I neglected to define "kiss" or to stipulate parts of the body to which it might be applied.... This morning, I was tempted to have breakfast in bed. Without going to the kitchen first. The memory of last night was very fresh...and I was very ready to start again. She was so soft and warm beside me, her beautiful face innocent in slumber; a faint smile of contentment on the lips that I love. I peeled back the sheet to look at her breast, kissing her nipple gently. She sighed but did not awaken. Reluctantly I withdrew my arm from beneath her neck and went to the kitchen. We're not talking complicated breakfasts here. I sliced fresh strawberries into small bowls, added yogurt and a few almonds, and put a couple of whole berries on top. Tall glasses of fresh orange juice, coffee, and a sprig of wisteria from the back porch; all that on a big tray and I was ready for my reward. Back in the bedroom, I set the tray on the nightstand and stretched out beside my lover again. Softly I kissed her closed eyes, her nose, the corners of her mouth until her eyes opened and met mine. "Breakfast," I whispered. "You owe me...." Carolyn struggled to sit up in bed. "Coffee, please." I handed her a cup and she smiled at me over the rim of it, making my heart do back-flips. Something about that smile...you might think it innocent if you didn't know better. I picked a ripe strawberry out of a bowl, collecting a dollop of yogurt on the end of it, and offered it to her, changing my target from her mouth to her right nipple at the last moment. She gasped as the cool yogurt touched her skin and her nipple hardened instantly. I put the berry to her lips, and gently licked the yogurt from her breast as she bit into it. I couldn't help sucking it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue... I sat up and handed her the bowl. "Eat," I told her. "You will need the energy." She cupped her breasts in her hands, showing them to me. "I feel unbalanced," she pouted. I took another berry, bit the end off it, and squeezed the juice onto her other nipple, then licked it off eagerly. It, too, hardened invitingly, making a matched set. She moaned and pulled my head to her breast. I began to migrate southward, kissing along the way. As I neared her waist, her legs began to come apart, and I knew my breakfast was warming nicely...then she clapped her knees together. "I need to wash first," she told me. "I don't care." "I do." "Just a taste?" "No." I groaned and rolled off the bed. "I'll be right back," I said. "Don't go anywhere." I soaked a washcloth with hot water in the bathroom, and brought it back to her with a soft towel. She reached for it but I held it out of reach. "I'll do the honors, if you don't mind." I parted her legs with one hand and put the warm cloth over her pussy, rubbing gently. She squirmed against it, sighing contentment. I removed it, and bent to taste her.... "Now you," she said, taking the cloth from me and reaching for my stiff cock. "Hmmm...we may have to do something about this swelling." She pushed me back onto the pillows and continued washing my cock, finally substituting her warm mouth for the cloth. I clasped my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and moaned as she slowly and tantalizingly sucked me deep into her mouth. So good.... Suddenly the heat of her mouth was replaced by something cold. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Carolyn coating my groin with her yogurt. I started to protest when she did not lick it off immediately, but began artfully arranging the nuts and berries to make a sort of sundae with my cock as the centerpiece. I sighed. "This is nice, but I liked what you were doing before a lot better." She peeked at me mischievously. "The contract does not specify any particular table ware that must be used for my breakfast...." I closed my eyes again as she began delicately spooning up the yogurt and fruit, knowing that trying to rush her was useless. My cock tingled in anticipation as I awaited the time when she would begin to lick the bowl.... I became aware of someone else in the room with us. Cynthia stood in the doorway, her face a comical study of curious dismay. "I'm so sorry. I should have knocked." Carolyn giggled, and my heart sank. As did my cock. "Come in, Sweetie. Why don't you join us for breakfast?" Reluctantly she approached the bed. "I hate to interrupt," she said. Carolyn patted the side of the bed. "Sit here," she told Cynthia. Gingerly, Cynthia perched on the edge of the bed next to me. Carolyn collected a spoonful of yogurt and reached across me to hold it to Cynthia's lips. Cynthia drew back slightly, a look of distaste on her sleepy face. "I don't really like --" As she opened her mouth to speak Carolyn popped the spoon into it. "Now, isn't that good?" Cynthia nodded, and Carolyn continued to feed her until she had scraped nearly all the yogurt and fruit off me. My cock stiffened again as she continually grazed against it with the spoon. "Now we have to clean up," Carolyn instructed. She began licking the last of the yogurt from my skin as Cynthia watched. When all that remained was my throbbing cock, Carolyn said, "This is my favorite part. Would you like to try it, Cindylove?" Cynthia shook her head vehemently and looked away. "I couldn't...." "I'm quite sure you could," Carolyn told her. "But for now, just watch." She engulfed the head of my cock with her hot mouth. Involuntarily I moaned and thrust upward. Cynthia's face burned with embarrassment, but she did watch as Carolyn moved up and down on my cock. Carolyn put on a terrific show, pulling back slowly to expose all of my wet cock to view, then swooping back down to take it all, moaning with pleasure as she did so. Normally I would have been thinking seriously about coming right about now, but I couldn't imagine that happening with an audience present. Carolyn stopped, slowly stroking me with her hand as she spoke to Cynthia. "Are we feeling a little warm, Sweetie?" I noticed that Cynthia did look somewhat flushed above her voluminous nightgown. She nodded, still staring at my cock, fascination and faint disgust on her pink face. "What if he, you know...in your mouth?" "He would like to," Carolyn told her. "And I wouldn't mind, either. In fact, I would love it. But it's not all that easy to do, especially with somebody watching; right, Lover?" It was my turn to flush with embarrassment. "Right," I croaked. "Move over here a little closer, Cindy," Carolyn coaxed. "Just relax and do whatever you feel like you want to do." Nervously Cynthia scooted closer to me on the bed, her nightgown brushing my thigh. The brief contact was electric; I felt a sudden surge inside me and a drop of clear liquid appeared at the tip of my cock. "Oooh, look!" Carolyn squealed. "I think he likes you!" Cynthia peered at it clinically, wrinkling her snub nose. "Is that all there is to it?" "That's only the beginning," Carolyn giggled. "See how slippery it is?" She rubbed her thumb across the head of my cock, making me wince. "That's so it can slide into me soooo easily...." She licked the head of my cock deliberately, making sure Cynthia was watching. "And it tastes soooo sexy...." Cynthia leaned even closer, fascinated in spite of herself, and Carolyn raised her head from her ministrations to me and kissed her on the lips, gently at first; then more passionately. As her tongue slipped into Cynthia's mouth I was again torn between dismay and voyeuristic excitement. "Do you taste him?" Carolyn whispered. "Do you taste Brian's cock in my mouth?" Blindly Cynthia reached for my wife, fondling her large, perfect breasts, and leaning onto me in the process as if I were part of the furniture. Carolyn kissed her at length, stroking her hair and neck before tugging at her nightgown. "You're really overdressed for this occasion, my dear," she said. I could feel the panic in Cynthia's body. "Please don't make me take my clothes off," she whimpered. "I really don't want to." "Of course you don't have to," Carolyn told her. "I've heard there are lots of women who never take their clothes off. Of course, they're all dried up old sticks. But it IS a matter of choice, certainly." As she spoke in this lecturing tone of voice, I felt her hand creep across me to insinuate itself beneath Cynthia's nightdress. Cynthia blushed deeper and sighed as Carolyn stroked her thighs, and more, but did not move to lift her tangled gown. At length, Carolyn removed her hand from beneath it and licked the tip of her index finger. "You taste so sweet, Cindylove. I would love to eat your pussy, if you didn't have so many clothes on." "Couldn't we go to my room; just you and me?" Cynthia asked plaintively. "Pardon me," I broke in coldly, when Carolyn hesitated in her reply. "You are in MY house, in MY bed, and now you want to leave with MY wife? I think NOT. In fact -- " Carolyn firmly placed her hand over my mouth. "You should really go get dressed for work, Cindy. It's getting late." Cynthia left; Thank God. I reached for Carolyn and rolled her on top of me. She wriggled away and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. "You're mean!" She shouted through the door. Suddenly my honed legal mind kicked into action; suspicion dawned. "Cynthia doesn't even have a job. What are you planning?" "She does now," Carolyn shouted. "She's our receptionist." "Since WHEN?" I howled. "Since I hired her yesterday." "God, NO!" I screamed. "We won't have any privacy any more!" "Maybe I'm sick of getting fucked morning, noon and night anyway!" "I didn't hear you complaining...." "OK, so maybe I'm not. But I AM sick of being your paralegal, secretary, receptionist, and office manager all in one. So I hired someone to help. OK????" I turned on my heel and stalked to my closet, yanking out the first suit of clothes that came to hand. This sucked. This REALLY sucked. I started to pull on my pants and noticed that my thighs were extremely sticky; yogurt and strawberry juice. I swore and kicked the pants off. "I have to take a shower!" I roared at the bathroom door. "Then why don't you come in and join us," Carolyn giggled. I tried the door. It was unlocked... Loving Carolyn Ch. 3 Naked, I stepped into the bathroom. The steamy air was fragrant with the scent of soap and some flowery perfume. Through the mist I could see my wife and Cynthia in the shower. The curtain over the large roman-style tub and shower was partly open, and Cynthia was shampooing Carolyn's soft red-gold hair as she sat on the edge of the tub. My job. I ground my teeth with jealousy. "That's nice, Sweetie," Carolyn was saying, "But only Brian really knows how to wash my hair just right." She squinted through the lather and smiled at me. I felt a little better. I noticed that the suds from the shampoo were running down her breasts in a most enticing way.... "I know what," Carolyn said. "Since my hair is already washed, Brian can do yours. You'll really be surprised at how well he does it." She beckoned to me imperiously and pushed Cynthia into a sitting position on the wide ledge around the tub. Reluctantly I climbed into the tub, being careful not to brush against Cynthia. Luckily, we have a very large tub; especially designed for two. Carolyn handed me a bottle of cucumber and aloe shampoo, and I squeezed out a small handful. Gingerly I began to massage it into Cynthia's scalp. Carolyn used a soapy sponge to wash my back, and other places...as her soft hands began caressing me all over, I began to enjoy the feel of Cynthia's thick, heavy hair in my hands. She did have beautiful hair; thick and long, and a lovely golden color. Carolyn knew my weakness well; her own waist-length tresses had mesmerized me from the time I was twelve years old. Somewhere during those teenage years, Carolyn had come to symbolize for me the epitome of feminine beauty, and no other had ever even begun to measure up to her standard.... My fingers were working gently and thoroughly through Cynthia's hair as my mind wandered. Carolyn was on her knees washing my feet and legs, and as her hands moved upwards my interest began to show. She stroked my stiffening cock with her soapy hands until I moaned and reached for her. She came into my arms, then, briefly, but too soon picked up the hand-shower and began to rinse Cynthia's hair. "Now the conditioner," she told me firmly. "And be nice." As I massaged the silky conditioning lotion into Cynthia's hair, Carolyn rubbed her body lightly with the sponge until it glowed. The tiny pink nipples on her small breasts swelled and hardened, and Carolyn dropped the sponge and began caressing them with her hands, then her mouth. I did not want to find this exciting, but my cock throbbed with each beat of my heart, and I found my hands wandering to massage Cynthia's neck and shoulders. Carolyn smiled up at me before bending to kiss Cynthia's long, slender thighs and trace the cleft of her pussy with one finger. I wondered where this was going. Could we all just dry off and go to work now? Cynthia had other ideas, apparently, because she suddenly parted her thighs and tried to pull my wife's head between them. At the same time she leaned back against me, trying to push me farther away, probably. It had the effect of bringing my stiff cock in contact with her neck and shoulder, however, although she did not seem to notice. I thought vaguely that if she should turn her head suddenly it would be in just the right place for her to suck it.... Carolyn noticed, even if Cynthia did not. "We're going to be late for work!" she exclaimed, briskly extricating herself from Cynthia's fervent embrace. She rinsed Cynthia's hair quickly and helped her out of the tub. "Get dressed now, and take time to do your make-up really well. You'll be in the front office today, you know!" As Cynthia left, Carolyn turned to me and kissed me. We stood under the warm water, holding each other. "I missed being alone with you, Angel," I murmured. "Don't you see what I'm doing?" she asked. "Not really. I mean, I see you playing with Cynthia, and I guess if it makes you happy, and she seems to like it, well...but does she have to be in the way ALL the time?" "Oh, honey, can't you see? Doesn't she remind you of me, way back when we were in high school?" "No," I said honestly. "She's ignorant, and backward, and mostly just a pain in the ass." "That will change, you'll see. Just give me a chance to work with her." "But what's the point? Just some sort of humanitarian mission?" Carolyn sighed. "I want to give you the young, perfect, untouched body I didn't give you thirty years ago. I want us all to make love together, and I want to hold your cock in my hand and guide it into her pussy for the very first time...I want to give you a memory you can't possibly ever forget. Will you let me do that?" Tears sprang to my eyes, and I hugged her tighter. "You give me memories I can't possibly forget every day, Love. I don't need this." Carolyn kissed me deeply. "But maybe I do," she whispered. I turned off the shower and we stepped out of the shower, drying each other with thick towels. I didn't know what else to say. "Doesn't it turn you on to see me eating her pussy?" Carolyn demanded. "Maybe a little," I admitted. "And wouldn't you like to take turns, and try it yourself? To bravely go where no man has gone before?" "She really doesn't appeal to me at all," I said. "Oh, you lie! I felt your cock jump right when I said that!" She grasped me in her hand. "Look how hard you are! You're so turned on you can't stand it!" "You do that to me every morning," I told her haughtily. "And every day at noon, and every evening after work...." "But you don't always come," she pointed out. "No, but I didn't come this morning either, did I?" "Bet I can make you come in less than five minutes." "Bet you can't." The race was on. And I didn't even have my watch. Damn. I had a feeling I was going to lose, anyway, as Carolyn dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock whole. She set a rapid pace immediately, her tongue doing magic things to the most sensitive places all the while, and the pressure began to build faster than I could ever remember...my balls tightened and I knew it would happen soon, yes, very soon – Abruptly the wonderful sensations stopped. "Lie down," Carolyn ordered. I obeyed immediately, and she straddled me, holding my rigid cock at her entrance. "Watch this," she murmured, as she sank down onto me, impaling herself deeply. Once again it struck me; what she could do with her mouth was bliss—but what she could do with her pussy was heaven. So hot, and so incredibly tight. She squeezed the muscles within her and nearly won the bet right there. Above me, Carolyn held her breasts in her hands, lightly pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger as she rode me. Her hips wove a complicated spell, twisting and tilting, massaging my cock and her inside walls thoroughly. I reached for her and she pushed my hands away, looking directly into my eyes and licking her lips suggestively. "Now close your eyes and imagine that this is Cynthia, fucking herself with your cock. Trying to make herself come. Wanting to feel your sperm shooting into her virgin pussy..." I shouted hoarsely as I jetted my hot load deep into Carolyn. My wife, whom I loved. I wasn't thinking about Cynthia at all. Really. Loving Carolyn Ch. 4 We made it to the office, only a little late, and to my dismay our first client of the day was there already. My routine was upset already. No coffee and Carolyn-on-the-counter this morning. This sucked. And it was all Cynthia's fault. I suffered through an hour with Mr. Arlo "Junebug" Milum; reviewing his last will and testament for at least the fourteenth time. Every time one of his relatives pissed him off he had to make changes. Since this happened at least once a month, it was a steady income and I knew I shouldn't complain, but at the moment I wished Mr. Milum had his will up his ass. I told myself that I was providing a humanitarian service here; all Mr. Milum really needed was someone to listen to his complaints about his inattentive offspring. On the other hand, if I had wanted to be a psychiatrist or confessor, I would have gone into a different line of work. But income was income. And now I had an employee to pay. Carolyn was a partner; we split it all 50-50 and then put it into a joint account anyway. Including Cynthia in the system was going to be a big fat pain in the ass. I groaned, just as Mr. Milum was describing the worthless nature of his nephew, "Buddy Roy". Suddenly he became concerned with my state of mind. "Ah, hell, Counselor. It ain't that bad. The boy will straighten hisself out sooner or later. Mebbe I shouldn't be so rough on him, ya know?" I nodded sagely. The "boy" was only 39, after all. "Perhaps just a warning, and not a complete change in your beneficiary list, then?" Milum nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah. Put a scare into his ass, right? Mebbe you could make me a new will, leaving him out, but not sign it or nothing, and I could leave it around where people might see it...." I groaned again, silently this time. I wasn't going to get out of drafting a new will after all. "I could do that," I said. "Provided that you really are considering making a change, and this is not something akin to fraud." "Huh?" "Yes sir, I can do that. But there will be some expense involved...." "First off, I ain't no sir. I ast you a hunderd times to call me Junebug. Second off, ain't I always paid my bill, on time and in cash?" "You certainly have. Junebug." Mr. Milum arose creakily. "I done wasted enough a yer time here. I'll just git along on outta here." "You're right about that," I thought, rising to shake his hand. "Hey, who's that new broad ya got out there in the front, anyway?" Mr. Milum leered. "Bondie; got no tits. You ain't trading in the wife for that, are yuh? Cuz if ya are, I'll be callin' on Miss Carolyn myself. Now there's a real woman; oh yeah. You young fellas don't appreciate it but I can tell you -- " "I am well aware of my wife's charms," I said stuffily. "And I am certainly not planning on 'trading her in.'" "Well, shee-it," Milum huffed. "I was just jokin' around, there. So what about Blondie, then? Mebbe she's lookin' fer a stiff one, huh?" He grasped himself lewdly with a gnarled fist. "She may very well be," I said, trying to stifle a hysterical laugh. "I suggest that you try, Junebug. You really should." Alone in my office, I kicked my shoes off and leaned back in my lawyer chair. Having done my bit to make the world a happier place, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to thoughts of my enchanting wife. Carolyn. My obsession. I had fantasized about her for so many years that it had become as natural as breathing. In high school, she was a golden glowing example of perfection to me. Exquisitely beautiful. Fascinatingly intelligent. Excruciatingly sexual, in some mysterious way that I could not begin to understand. And so very out of reach to mere mortals such as myself. I never really imagined that I would see her again, much less touch her, kiss her...then one evening I was confronted with a pop-up advertisement for "Classmates.com." Idly, I opened it...and there she was. I e-mailed her immediately, mentioning that I had thought of her often over the years. And she replied. And she was surprised, and perhaps a little interested, in a skeptical way. As the weeks passed, she became less skeptical and more interested. Our electronic communications became frequent, then nearly constant; from e-mail to voice-chat. I asked her to visit me...and she accepted! Time slowed to an inexorable crawl as we counted the days until she would be there, with me. She made no promises, but our conversations became increasingly erotic, and it was clear that we were both hoping for something more than dinner and a handshake. I still could not, deep in my heart, believe that it could happen...but I was finding it impossible to eat, or sleep, and my cock was perpetually hard. I masturbated at least twice a day during that time, and still could not rest without dreaming dreams of her that woke me with a raging hard-on, desperate for relief. Then there had been the night that we had stayed up so late talking on the voice-chat line that we both fell asleep. There was a magical quality to that evening. I dreamed that she was there with me, soft and warm in my arms, and it was so real.... I sat up in my lawyer chair and flipped through computer files, looking for the e-mails we had exchanged before we were married. Yes, there it was. Early the morning after we had first "slept together," (together in my mind, at least – in fact we were 1500 miles apart), I had written: My Love, Last night I slept with you...your gentle breathing, so close to my ear, made it easier for me to imagine your warmth in my arms, and I felt happy and safe in your love. When you awoke and whispered my name, my heart leapt with joy. My Love. My Angel. My destiny.... When at last we regretfully parted for the night, you asked me to do something I had hoped to avoid...your husky whisper, "I want you to make yourself come for me," set my body aflame. I wanted you so desperately... my cock was a throbbing reminder of how I am drawn to your body like a moth to a flame. Leaving you, I undressed quickly and lay down on my bed, fresh soft cotton sheets cool and smooth against my fevered skin. The room was lit only with the faint glow from streetlights outside, and I imagined it was candlelight. I took a small bottle of a special liquid, my cock jumping as I remembered you telling me, "That will feel most like me..." and I put a few drops on the head of my cock and rubbed it in. Silky. But not much like you...not hot. No sighs of passion. No arms about my neck...I want YOU, my Love. Only you. I put more liquid on the palm of my hand, and, curling my fingers around the head of my cock, pushed through my fist until I was gripping the hard shaft. "The most like me...." Is this how it will feel when I force myself into your tight pussy for the first time? The head of my cock compressing, then expanding to fill you as it passes the incredibly small opening...a drop of my own liquid formed on the head of my cock and I touched it with one fingertip, imagining you tasting it with the tip of your tongue, savoring it as you hold my gaze. I tried to bend the hard shaft and more liquid seeped out. I slid my hand up, keeping it tight, feeling the spongy head compress again, then expand as I slid back down again. The sensation as I passed the most sensitive part made my hips lift off the bed involuntarily...imitating what will happen when you sit astride me and I am deep inside you. I slid my hand all the way to the base of my shaft, surprised once again at how smooth it is since I have clipped the hairs there. Only a slight fuzziness there now...when I can no longer control myself, and have thrust ruthlessly into you, my pelvis grinding against yours in hopes of getting even closer, you will feel this. A little prickly...maybe it will become softer before Friday. The head of my cock bulged and throbbed above my fist, now leaking copiously. I never knew it to do that, before...it is like I am constantly on the verge of orgasm. Instinct to come inside you, flooding you with my seed...claiming you for my mate. Just biology. But more here...a bonding of like minds, even more thrilling. Slowly I stroked up and down, sometimes squeezing, sometimes relaxing my grip, imagining the first gentle rhythm of our exploration of each other. I could be holding you close to me, so close; our lips and tongues making love as well. Or you could be above me, my hands on your breasts, teasing the nipples; or, impossible dream, you might be taking me in your mouth as I bury my face in your delicious pussy. My breathing deepened, then became ragged as I tried to go slowly, but inexorably the tempo increased until my hand was moving rapidly on my needy cock. I forced myself to stop, gripping it tightly at the base, feeling my balls beginning to contract, wanting to come NOW but also wanting to imagine more fully how this will soon be a shared delight... The first twinges came; electric shocks from my toes to my scalp. Now I know I will come, it will happen when I allow it, I can wait for long minutes or even hours, or with a few deft strokes I can go over the edge...I imagined you having this power over me, and shuddered with the thrill of it. I know you will not satisfy yourself with anything but total mastery...I look forward to the day I realize that you are able to control my body better than I can. I began to ache, relief becoming a necessity, but imagining how you will prolong this sweet agony until I am delirious with wanting you in whatever manner you choose. I let my hand move as fast as it wished, finally, my leg muscles stiffening to the point of cramping, my hips thrusting, so close, so close... The pressure built, and I felt my cock swelling, the head swelling even more, how good it would feel inside you now, penetrating ever deeper, seeking your center. At last the surge, starting deep within me, rising through me, until I erupted. I moaned your name as the first hot spurt hit the pillow beside my head...vivid flashes of imagination, in rapid succession. The look of wonder on your face as you feel me bursting inside you...your hand in place of mine as you watch me explode...you holding the tip of my spurting cock against your swollen clitty, rubbing it there until you come with me. The crisis past, I was in a state of blissful relaxation. I stroked my cock more gently, hot sperm now lubricating it, aftershocks becoming too intense to bear much more... You did this to me, Love...I am so grateful. Brian And it turned out that I had not even begun to imagine the passion and joy she would bring to my life. We had made do with stolen weekends; brief islands of respite in a gray sea of loneliness, until at last she had consented to be my wife. And then I really began to understand how feeble my lusty imaginings had been, compared to the reality of loving Carolyn full-time.... The intercom buzzed. Cynthia. "Uh, Mister B? Your wife wants you in the conference room. And she said I should lock the front door and go out to lunch. Is that OK?" It was more than OK. Carolyn wanted me, in the conference room, alone... Loving Carolyn "Oh! Carolyn, you're making me come, you're really making me come in your mouth...Oh! God!" She held my gaze as she stopped her movements and sucked at my spurting prick. When the spasms died down, she pulled her mouth off of me with a pop, and swallowed. "Mmmmm...that was so hot, Brian." Convulsively, my cock spurted one last time, surprising us both. She deliberately licked this final offering from the head of my cock, watching me the whole time. I had just emptied myself into her mouth, yet I wanted her as much as ever, and I rolled her onto her back and forced myself into her, trying to be gentle but completely out of control. I pumped my cock into her insistently as she cried out, pain mixed with pleasure, and within seconds I was coming again. My toes curled and cramped as orgasm ravaged my body once again and I spurted into her grasping pussy. When I had caught my breath, I plunged my tongue into her, nibbling and licking at her clit until she came, over and over again, her spasms forcing a mixture of her come and mine out of her to coat my lips and chin until she could take no more and pushed me away. We slept on the floor by the fire that night...until the first hint of dawn woke us and we stumbled off to bed, cold and stiff. We had made love again, then, slowly and tenderly, and as I came within her once more she had kissed tears of joy from my eyes.... It suddenly occurred to me that Carolyn had been gone rather a long time. I arose from the couch and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom, taking care to be quiet. The door was open slightly, and looking in I saw a scene of sweet tranquility. The room was lit with a single candle on the nightstand, and Carolyn was tenderly tucking Cynthia into bed. Carolyn had obviously been in the shower, and was wearing only one of my shirts, which did little to conceal her lush body. As she bent to kiss Cynthia's brow, Cynthia raised a hand to caress her breast, and their lips met; chastely at first, then passionately as my wife slipped her tongue into Cynthia's mouth. "I want you again," Cynthia whimpered. "Please hold me...." "Sleep now, baby," Caroline whispered. "Tomorrow is another day.""Just kiss me one more time, please?" Carolyn kissed her lips briefly. "Like that?" "No!" Cynthia moaned. "Like you did when we were in the shower...." "You really have to learn to say it, love," Carolyn told her. "I don't like to," Cynthia pouted. "It's not nice." "But it makes you wet when you say it, doesn't it?" "Yes...but it makes me feel like I'm bad." Carolyn gently turned back the blankets to reveal Cynthia's reclining form, covered almost entirely by a long white gown with high neck and long sleeves. She lifted the hem, admiring the long slender legs, caressing the adolescent hips; finally brushing a kiss across Cynthia's golden pubic mound. I could see her inhaling the fragrance, smiling secretively to herself. Cynthia raised her knees, parting them as she impatiently pulled my wife's head closer to her dewy slit. "Put your tongue there. Inside me." Carolyn extended her pointed little tongue and softly insinuated it between the petals of Cynthia's virgin flower. She moved it up and down the length of it once and stood up, straightening Cynthia's nightdress and the blankets. "Sleep now," she said firmly, and blew out the candle. In the hall, she stifled my indignant protests with a deep kiss. "Taste her, my Love. She's so fresh and sweet...." "I only want you, Angel. And I want you now – " "And you shall have me," Carolyn said, running her hand lightly over the bulge my cock made in my pants, making me gasp. "I think you're ready...." I reached for her, determined to take her there on the floor, but she slipped away and ran giggling up the stairs to our bedroom. I caught up with her there, next to our wide bed, and lifted her easily in my arms to deposit her on the white satin comforter. As I fumbled with my clothing, I noted absently that she had sometime earlier found the time to light the scented candles that always adorned our bedroom, from the very first night we spent together. The knowledge that she had planned this romantic interlude increased my desire for her, and I scrambled onto the bed beside her, intent on having her immediately. She lay still, her blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight, as I unbuttoned her shirt to expose one firm breast, which I cupped in my hand. I lowered my head to capture the nipple, feeling it swell to stiffness against my tongue, and she moaned her appreciation. I lifted her other breast and kissed it well, also, before proceeding to unfasten the remaining buttons. Her breathing deepened as I kissed her smooth skin along the way, and her thighs parted as her hands urged my head downward. I settled myself between her legs then, and when my tongue first touched the pouting lips of her sex she gripped my head in her hands and thrust herself upward to my face. I burrowed my tongue into her, delighting in the taste of her excitement, substituting a finger as I moved my tongue upwards, caressing the pink petals of her lips, and fastening finally on her hooded clitoris. I exposed the tender bud with my tongue, pushing it to and fro, beckoning her onward with my finger within. Her legs tensed until they fairly vibrated; her left hand sought my right and clutched it almost painfully as she ascended to the peak of her delight. "Are you going to let me come?" she gasped. "I don't want to wait, not tonight..." "I haven't decided," I mumbled, trying not to slow my tongue's assault on her eager clit. "You were VERY naughty today." The image of her with her face between Cynthia's naked legs flashed through my mind, and, I suspect, through Caroline's as well as the first wave of orgasm carried her, screaming, into ecstasy. Her velvet pussy grasped my finger with surprising strength and I withdrew it with some difficulty, eager to substitute my cock in her spasming depths. I rose to hold myself above her trembling body, and she captured my cock in her hands and pressed the head of it to her entrance. I pushed into her gently, feeling her expand to fit me perfectly, the rippling contractions still coursing through her pulling me deeper within her wonderfully slippery crevice. As her thighs relaxed, she wrapped them around me, pulling me against her. I felt her nipples, now as hard as little pebbles against my chest, and kissed her neck, damp with perspiration brought out with her climax. Proof that I had given her great pleasure increased my own sensations, as always, and I felt the swelling at the base of my cock that meant I would soon be coming, each frantic thrust a new joy and another torture; coming soon, COMING, Oh, God, Carolyn, I love you, I'm coming inside you, Love...