4 comments/ 61139 views/ 14 favorites A Reluctant Welcome To Sixville By: temptanddestroy "Jesus Christ!!!" Greg Smith shouted as he served to avoid the woman that had stumbled onto the deserted road in front of him. His car ran off the road and as he juddered to a halt against a tree he caught his breath. He noticed that he was just before the sign that informed him he was about to enter Sixville, the town where he lived. He looked back up at the road where the woman was kneeling in the torrent of rain. Greg grabbed his raincoat and opened his door. He ran to the woman and covered her with his jacket. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "No...autographs..." She slurred, uncomprehendingly. Greg looked into the bedraggled face and whispered, "Holy, you're Kristianne Williams!" as he lifted her up and led the stumbling lady to his car. Unable to force open the dented passenger door he turned to her and cried above the wind, "Miss Williams, we'll have to get in my side. Kristianne, can you hear me?" "Latte please..." She mumbled. Taking that as a 'no', Greg pulled her over his shoulder and headed to the driver's side. He opened the door and struggled to push the floppy, soaking actress into his vehicle. "My first time was in a car...." Kristianne murmured. Greg, paused to take a breath. Though she was light, moving the uncooperative woman was talking a real effort. He took in her words and figured she was probably a bit more focused now, as focused as she was going to get anyway. "Miss Williams, my name's Greg. Can you tell me if you've taken anything other than alcohol?" She half-opened her startling blue eyes, pupils dilated and whined, "Some coke, I think...they were only small lines...very, very small. You're not small though..." She said, as she groped his crotch. Greg evicted her probing hand and finally settled her into a seat. "I'm going to take you to a hospital." Said Greg as he willed the car to start. He had just reversed up the slope and back onto the road when Kristianne patted him on the shoulder and handed him a phone. "Ring her..." She said as she passed out. Greg fumbled to work the tiny Japanese device as he drove down the road. He was torn between driving fast and driving safely in this weather. There was only one number in the phonebook and he dialled it. "Kristianne?!" "No my name's Greg Smith. I've found Miss Williams and I'm taking her to Sixville Community Hospital." Greg shouted quickly. "Wait...She's in Sixville." Greg heard the other woman say to someone else. "Well, I don't know!" She said, also not to Greg. This time he heard a male voice in the background say, "The Sixville Cedars Clinic." "No, get her to Sixville Cedars Clinic." The woman told Greg. "That's an hour further away!" Greg shouted. "Please Mr Smith. We need to contain this. Everything is going to be okay. Trust me, check her in with a false name and we'll be there just as soon as we can." Greg listened to the calm and efficient voice on the line and glad that someone seemed in control. "Okay." +++++++++++ "Mr Smith?" Said a gruff voice behind Greg's back. Greg was shaken from his thoughts and turned around. His eyes widened and he took a step back as he took in the man who had spoken to him. The man was built like a brick shit house. Greg could see his muscles trying to burst from his clothes. He was at least 6" 5 and loomed over Greg. He had a baldhead and a goatee. This hulk of a man was shoved out of the way by a petite brunette. "Silly monkey..."She laughed at the bulky giant. Greg shook her hand when she offered it to him. "Mr Smith? My name is Penny Redden, Miss Williams' personal assistant. Thank you for looking after her. What name is she checked in under?" "Umm, I checked her in as my wife.... Zoë Smith." Penny turned to her companion and said quietly, "Mr Troy, please go and check on Zoë Smith." The towering man nodded and began to walk to the nurses' station. Greg had taken this interlude to check Penny out. Short, but perfectly formed, she had a small pert behind displayed in a tight trouser suit, her waist was thin and her breasts were so full that they were barely contained in her blouse. "Mr Smith, can we find somewhere to talk?" Penny said, turning back to him, a radiant smile on her lips but Greg could see traces of the concern and anxiousness in her eyes. "Sure." Replied Greg, taking in her spiky bob and wide crooked smile. ++++++++++ "So you live in the area?" Penny questioned. "Yeah, I'm an English teacher at the High School." Greg responded. "I can't thank you enough for looking after Miss Williams, Greg. I'm sure that she'll be very grateful too.... Listen I hate to bring this up, but I need to get your signature on a few things..." Penny continued, and Greg noticed she blushed lightly, as if embarrassed. "It's a non-disclosure agreement." She said as she produced an official looking form. "What? Oh, you think I'd speak to the press?!" Greg cried indignantly. "Greg, I don't think you would.... You're a good man..." She said, putting a hand on his knee, " but it's my job to look after Kristianne..." Penny explained. "I agree that she needs help, rather than press intrusion, right now." Greg said as he signed the document. Just then the door opened and Zoë Smith ran in, crying, "Greg, are you okay?!" "I'm fine, not a scratch. The car's had it though." Greg told his wife with a little laugh. "Don't worry about that. We'll take care of it." Interjected Penny. Mrs Smith turned to the woman, noticing her for the first time. "Zoë? I'm Penny Redden. I think your husband's a hero!" Said Penny flashing a winning smile and Zoë beamed at the praise. "Greg, do you think you could get us all some coffee? I want to chat with Zoë, that okay?" Penny requested sweetly. "Sure, no problem." Greg said, realising that Zoë would have to sign the legal forms too. The two women watched as the 32-year-old man walked away. Zoë thought Greg had never looked sexier to her. His wavy brown hair was wet and hung down as it dried and his lightly muscled torso and cute butt were visible under his damp clothing. "Such a good Samaritan." Penny said aloud, also discretely admiring the handsome man. ++++++++++++++ Zoë picked her husband up from the school two days later. He looked at his wife after he kissed her. She was practically bouncing with contained excitement. "What's up with you? Something happen at the stables?" "You have to wait till you get home!" She cried, determined to keep her secret. "Okay, then...." He breathed, as he shook his head in puzzlement. ++++++++++++++ "It's a convertible!!!!" Zoë shouted to Greg as he stood in their drive, staring opened mouthed at the shiny expensive car. "Wow!" Was all that Greg could say. Zoë grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house, bouncing up the steps. As Greg entered the house he gasped. There were flowers everywhere! "....." He sighed. "I know!!! Isn't it amazing? They're all from Kristianne Williams! A big Hollywood star sent you flowers!" Zoë said, proud of her husband. "This is too much, I didn't do anything!" Greg protested. "Don't be silly." Zoë shouted, giving Greg a playful punch on the arm. +++++++++++ Two weeks later the events of that night had faded into a bizarre, unreal memory, just as the flowers had wilted and died. They loved the new car but Greg and Zoë had to carry on with their lives and had put their brush with celebrity behind them. Greg was, therefore, startled when a black limo pulled up to him in the empty parking lot of the school. A door opened slowly and Greg saw the famous red hair of Kristianne Williams before he noticed that much-photographed face. "Kristiane! Er... I mean Miss Williams...er." He stammered. "Mr Smith. Call me Kristi...all my friends do." She said huskily. "Please get in." Greg entered the vehicle nervously. He had never been inside a limo before. "I'm glad to see you... er... looking better, er Kristi..." He told her, hesitantly. "Thank you, but let's not mention it again," she said placidly, "You're working late." "My turn to take detention." He explained. "I was never very good at school, you know? I had a crush on one of my teachers and couldn't focus on the work. I kept thinking about what I wanted to do to him..." Kristianne said thoughtfully. "Okay..." Said Greg, noticing that the star's short skirt was riding up her thigh and wondering where this conversation was going. "What about you?" Kristianne asked. "Me what?" Greg asked, confused, as the sexy star poured him a glass of wine. "Any of your students got a crush on you?" She clarified. "Oh, I don't know...it's a common problem..." Greg babbled before taking a gulp of his wine. "I bet there are some sexy little vixens amongst your seniors aren't there?" She asked as she sidled next to him. "Oh! I would never cross that line...there's Zoë ...and it's just wrong, I guess..." He answered, beginning to feel hot around the collar. Kristianne topped up his glass and stroked his face, before saying, "So you can resist their hot lithe bodies...?" "I never even think about anything like that..." Greg answered honestly but his head beginning to heat up. "What would they know anyway? They are nothing to a real woman, are they? Like me..." Kristianne said as she lifted one of Greg's clammy hands to a huge breast. His hand rested there, unsure what it was doing before it squeezed it instinctively. "Whoa..."He gasped. "You're very good-looking Greg. There's honesty in those brown eyes that I don't see in the men I'm usually with." Kristianne said as she stroked a hand up his thigh and breathed on his cheek. "I'm a married man..." He sighed; unable to deny the pleasure the sensation was causing him. "No man is so happily married that he'll turn a down a pussy that's wet and hot for his cock, Greg" She said as she rubbed his now bulging crotch. "I can feel how hard you are for me. It's very big Greg, I want you to fuck me..." The strong language he was unused to hearing woke Greg up. "This isn't right" He cried as he pushed her away, unsure of himself. "Greg, millions of men would kill to be here, with me!" She hissed at his rejection. "This is real life! Not some dream and I am a happily married man. I can't do this!" Shouted Greg as he stumbled from the car. Kristianne lent from the window and fixed him with a steely gaze. "I always get what I want, Greg. I'll get you too. No one rejects Kristianne Williams!" She growled as the car drove away. +++++++++++ That night Greg put his hands around his wife and said, "I think we should sell the car..." "What?! Greg, why?" Zoë asked, puzzled. "It belongs with a star or some rich boy, not a teacher in a small town..."Greg answered, thinking on his feet. "I'd feel more comfortable in something a little less flash..." "Well, if that's what you want..." She started to respond as he pulled closer to her back and began nuzzling a delicate earlobe. His hand slide down her soft belly and down the white panties she was wearing. She opened her legs to allow him better access and said, with a little laugh, "You're frisky for a school night." "I'm just a man and you are a very beautiful woman." He sighed into her ear. "That baby we want won't make itself, you know?" Zoë giggled as he inserted a finger into her teasingly. She lifted her arms up and over his neck and rubbed her ass against his hard-on. Greg was enjoying the feel of his wife swaying against him and put his free hand to one of her naked breasts. Zoë had a modest chest, just enough to be a handful, but he liked the way that the nipple responded to his caress. Zoë came softly, swooning into Greg's strong arms. He carried her to their bed and stood there admiring her tall, lean body. He stripped to his boxers, and then she reached up and fondled his 9-inch cock through the cloth. "This makes me a very happy woman..." She whispered seductively. "You only want me for my penis?" Said Greg, feigning irritation. "Right now yes. Right now!" Zoë said lustily as she cupped her breasts and stroked them. Greg laughed and sat in the chair besides the bed, his erect cock jutting, rigid into the air. "Greg!" Zoë shouted, impatiently. "Why don't you show me what you're offering?" Greg suggested. "Aaugh." Zoë moaned as she flipped over on to all fours. She hesitated, and then smiled as she decided what to do. She used two fingers down between her legs to open her sensitive lips to her observing husband. "I'll give you minute to get up here. If not, you can sort yourself out tonight. "Right," Greg said as he stood up and walked over, his pole in his hand. He leant over her and closing his eyes as his cock entered this familiar hole. The blonde loved feeling this full down there. She groaned breathlessly, as her husband began his slow, gentle rhythm and she could feel his sweaty, hairy chest rub against her back. Greg kissed the top of her head and reached a hand round to Zoë's mound. With the joint sensation on her clit and the stuffing in her pussy Zoë climaxed for the second time. Seeing the woman stiffen as the pleasure coursed through her turned Greg on and he sped up his pace. "I'm going to cum, baby." Greg said to no one as he shut his eyes. He came hard, loving the feeling of exploding deep inside this tight tunnel. As he blinked open his eyes he was a little startled not to find a redhead before him. He shook his guilt away and withdrew. Kissing his wife on her spine he pulled on his boxers. "How do you feel about James, if it's a boy?" Zoë asked, lazily. "Or Nathan?" Greg replied as they fell asleep. +++++++++++ A few days later. "Baby! Guess what?! Penny Redden phoned to day." Zoë gushed at her husband as he walked through the door. "What did she want?" Said Greg as he tried not to think of Kristianne Williams. "Kristianne's bought a house over in Weston and we're invited to her housewarming next week. Think of all the famous people we'll get to meet!" "Honey, won't we be terribly out of place? What do we know about that world? We'll just embarrass ourselves..." "Greg, I'll never forgive you if you say we can't go! She's an Oscar-winning actress and we'll be her guests; it's a once in a lifetime opportunity that people would kill for!" Those words brought back the memory of what had happened in the limo and Greg tried to convince his wife not to attend by saying, "What will we wear, huh?" "Penny thought about that. She's going to take us shopping in the Weston boutiques tomorrow. On her! Isn't that sweet of her? I mean, I found it a bit embarrassing but she didn't make me feel poor or anything!" Looking at his wife's exuberant face, and unable to tell her the truth, he surrendered. +++++++++++++++ "I've never had a suit made for me before." Greg said nervously, as he stood before his wife and Penny. "I bet that you're going to look amazing," reassured Penny. "With your looks and the right clothes, you two will fit right in!" "Thanks again for doing this, Penny." Said Zoë as she hugged the smaller woman. "It's nothing." Replied Penny as she kissed Zoë's cheek. "Come on, there's a fabulous vintage dress shop I want to show you. Meet us there, Greg?" "Okay, girls." Greg replied resignedly, as the tailor took his inside leg. ++++++++++++++++ Greg entered the empty waiting room that stood by the changing rooms and sat down in the only chair. He looked around lazily and his jaw dropped. Reflected in a full-length mirror he could see every inch of Penny's naked body. He looked away quickly and cleared his throat. The mirror image of Penny looked up and smiled. Greg looked back instinctively and watched as the brunette turned to the left and the right, showing her body to him. Greg couldn't tear his eyes away as this seemingly wholesome woman brazenly flaunted her body at him. She ran her hands slowly over her hot figure and Greg shifted on the chair, trying to relieve the pressure building in his pants. She turned her ass to him and stroked one hand over it and down her tender legs. "Greg, will you tie this for me?" Zoë asked, emerging from her curtained cubicle. Greg looked at her and croaked, "Okay." "I guess that I look good, judging from your ...ahem...reaction?" Zoë stated as she saw the tent in his pants. Greg shot a quick glance at the reflection of Penny's cubicle and was relieved, but also a little disappointed, to see the curtain was now drawn. +++++++++++ Greg stood with Penny as she paid for the two designer dresses and whispered to her, "What was that?" "There's no harm in looking, Greg. Don't you like looking at beautiful women, Greg?" "I only look at Zoë...usually..." Hissed Greg, pained. "Doesn't that get boring? You liked what you saw. I know that and you know that." Penny said as she breezily walked of to join Zoë. +++++++++++++++ Greg was fighting a feeling of great unease as he and his wife rode in the chauffeur-driven car. He couldn't help thinking he was entering enemy territory, with his strongest ally kept in the dark. Zoë was blissfully unaware that anything was wrong. As she talked about canapés and what food they might expect Greg felt like throwing up. He opened the window and looked out at the mansion houses that littered Weston, the most exclusive neighbourhood in Sixville, which lined the coast. The beaches were all privately owned though. Suddenly they were in front of the imposing mansion house Kristianne had just bought. +++++++++++++ "Greg, Zoë I'm so glad you're here early!" Cried Penny as she saw the butler admitting them. There were a few guests already milling about and Greg could put a name to every one. "Zoë, I really want you to meet Lisa Scott. Come with me." Penny said to Mrs Smith. "Oh my God, Greg," said Zoë to Greg. "I've seen all her films!" "Not many people know this Zoë but she really loves horses. I think you'd have a lot to say to each other." Greg heard Penny say to Zoë as his eager wife was led into the labyrinth of the house. Greg turned to the left and right, feeling neglected. "You appear to have been abandoned Mr Smith. Remember me? I'm Jack Troy, Kristianne's head of security. You can call me Jack." Greg shook hands with the massive man in front of him and winced as Jack pumped his hand up and down. "Kristianne would like a private word with you before the party starts properly." Jack told Greg. "Divide and conquer." Greg said under his breath. Jack Troy turned to him and raised a black eyebrow archly. "I think that's exactly what this is." He growled. Greg looked down, chastened that Jack had such good hearing. The security man led him up some secluded steps and along a dark corridor. "This is the oldest part of the house. Its colonial or something." Jack said, in a freakish imitation of a tour guide. They turned a corner and nearly walked in to a couple kissing passionately. "Mr Parker, Mr Kent excuse us." The unflappable Jack said, politely. As Greg and Jack went up another flight of stairs, Greg couldn't help asking, "Are they gay? I mean, they both have wives!" "I know it's none of my business. Maybe they were rehearsing a scene." Jack said gravely without looking at Greg or breaking his stride. "How much further is Kristianne? I don't even think I'll be able to find my way back down to the party later!" Said Greg. "We're here." Jack snarled as he opened a door. Greg entered and the door shut behind him. "Hello Greg, I'm so glad you came after our little falling out last week." Said Kristianne as she stepped out of her bedroom and into the reception room. A Reluctant Welcome To Sixville Greg said nothing, just eyeing her suspiciously. "Oh Greggie, I'd be devastated if we were no longer friends. Drink?" She asked as she poured. "Look I've even gotten you a present to apologise." She said with a sincere look. Greg's heart melted a little. Kristianne walked up to him and handed him a glass and wrapped box. Greg took a sip then put the glass down on a table. He opened the present slowly. "Wow!" He exclaimed. "A gold Rolex for my good Samaritan." Said Kristianne, taking it and putting it on to Greg's wrist. "It looks good on you." "This is too much... I mean, the car and now this..." "I want you to have nice things Greg." She said as she led him to the plush sofa and took his jacket. "You look uncomfortable, Greg." "I'm just thinking that I shouldn't be here alone with you." "Please sit Greg." Kristianne implored. He did so, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants leg. Kristianne knelt at his feet and said, "I want you to forgive me Greg. I was wrong to try and seduce in the limo." She said it with such a vulnerable look on her face and looked as if she might cry. Greg took her hand comfortingly. "I'm sure you're under a lot of pressure...Hey!" He cried suddenly as Kristianne pulled of his shoes. "What's going on?!" "Like I said, I was wrong to try it on in the parking lot in your school. Here is much better..." she murmured as she undid his fly. Greg pushed her off him and did up his fly. "God, you're relentless! I can't believe I was going to forgive you!" He shouted. "I'm sorry." Said Kristianne. "Yeah, right!" Greg muttered. "No, I really am...sorry that I didn't show you these, anyway..." She smiled as she pulled her strapless dress down to her waist. What Greg saw took his breath away. These were the most perfect large breasts that he had ever seen and 100% natural. He had used to fantasize about breasts like these when he was a teenager. Kristianne smiled at his reaction and reached over the table and picked up a bottle. Greg watched, tantalised as she began pouring aromatic oil slowly over her chest. She ran the glistening liquid over her nipples and caressed herself. Encouraged by Greg's glazed look she leant over him, her shiny tits almost in his face, and reopened his fly. She was a little disheartened to find his cock was still limp. Greg shook his head and stood up, knocking Kristianne to the floor. He was about to zip up when the starlet yanked down his pants and pushed him hard onto the sofa. "Ow!" Greg yelped and tried to dart past the towering siren but found it hard with his pants around his ankles. Kristianne, with years of martial arts training, was too quick for him and brought him down. She straddled him and pinned his arms above his head. "Knew the personal trainer wasn't a waste of cash..." Kristianne bragged. Greg grunted and forced himself on top of this temptress. They wrestled like this for a few minutes, Greg was stronger but was unable to get any purchase on this slippery harlot. Greg finally won and he could see the look of surrender in Kristianne's eyes as his ass rested on her belly, his pants ripping as he knelt astride her, their fabric still stretched over his calves. Greg was out of breath and complacently thought he was in charge of the situation, then he realised that the tussling had given him a hard-on. As he raised his eyes from his traitorous prick he met Kristianne's. Kristianne pulled his cock upwards and Greg was forced to crawl up her body to avoid discomfort. Kristianne let go of his dick as it nestled between her jugs. She used her long hands to squeeze her melons together. Greg let out an involuntary moan as his pole made a squelching sound against her rack. She began to wriggle up and down, her bountiful flesh enveloping Greg's sensitive meat. "You like that, don't you?" She whispered. "Yeah..." Greg confessed. Kristianne smiled and moved a hand to Greg's waist. This act caused her tattooed right breast to fall gracefully to her side. Instinctively Greg used his own hand to raise it back up to his engorged cock. He saw his wedding ring but could no longer remember what it meant. Kristianne's hand on his waist began to push, then pull him and after a moment Greg was moving on his own. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight beneath him and rubbed a thumb over one huge nipple. He was raising himself up on his knees then lowering his butt down to her silky stomach, enjoying his cock slip and slide between the mounds of soft skin, his balls perched on her ribcage. He stopped breathing, unable to make a sound as he came, spurting his jism over her neck and chin. "Wow" he gasped as he inhaled greedily. "Never fucked tits before...?" Kristianne asked sluttishly. "Zoë's are too small....too small..." Greg complained. Suddenly it dawned on him the full horror of what he had done, the verbal and physical betrayal of his wife. He crawled off the sticky star and fumbled himself into his ruined clothes. He looked at the spread-eagled woman and stumbled out of the door. Out in the corridor he assessed his situation. He was leaking cum through his boxers, there was oil staining his shirt, his clothes were destroyed and he reeked of sex. He had to get home, without being seen by anyone, especially Zoë. He found the back stairs and began to descend when he bumped into Penny. "What have you been up to?" She inquired, but smirking to let him know that no answer was required. "Can you tell Zoë I'm not feeling well and had to go home in a taxi?" "Sure thing, stud." Greg looked at her twice and grimaced. "Please." "Okay, okay! I'll even call you that taxi." Penny said, slipping into professional mode. +++++++++++++ Greg had showered twice and lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, when Zoë returned home. He listened as she undressed in the darkness and climbed into bed. She put her arm around her husband and said, tentatively, "Greg? How are you feeling?" "Better," He croaked. "I'm so sorry that you couldn't find me at the party," but she didn't sound truly sorry. "Penny showed me Kristi's Jacuzzi. I didn't have a costume but Penny said that we could skinny-dip. I felt very naughty but you only live once, right?" "You had a good time then?" "It was the best night of my life!" Zoë stated as she kissed her husband and fell asleep dreaming of dancing the night away. ++++++++++ The next day Greg couldn't concentrate. He kept experiencing waves of guilt and erotic fantasies that made it difficult to stand up, for different reasons. He was distracted and vacant and all of his pupils noticed. They catcalled and misbehaved at the unexpected freedom a neglectful teacher provided. +++++++++ Meanwhile, at home Zoë was enjoying her day off and baking a rich chocolate cake when the doorbell rang. "Penny!" She said delighted as she let the personal assistant in. "Hold on a mo" Said Penny as she gently kissed some chocolate off of Zoë's nose. "Penny!" Zoë giggled at the surprise. "The best way to eat chocolate is off a person." Penny explained. "Okay..." Giggled Zoë. "Anyway, Kristi wanted me to give you something." Penny continued. "What? Kristi doesn't need to get me anything!" Zoë protested but didn't let it stop her bouncing up and down a little with enthusiasm. The petite brunette held out a velvety rectangle and let her fingers make contact with Zoë's outstretched hand. The touch was just a second longer than usual and Zoë looked up, disconcerted a little. The attractive blonde opened the box and squealed, "Are those diamonds?!" Penny nodded. "Why...she didn't..." Zoë couldn't articulate her thoughts at this point. Penny put a soft finger to Zoë's lips and smiled. "It's her way of apologizing for the way she commandeered Greg at the party before he got sick and then missed out on speaking to you personally." Penny stated. "It's beautiful...I don't know what to say." "Nothing looks sexier on a woman than diamonds..." Penny whispered as she slid behind Zoë, lifted her hair and began putting on the necklace. "And you're sexy enough as it is..." Zoë shivered as she felt Penny caress her neck and begin planting small kisses on her shoulders and upper spine. Penny dragged the tips of her fingers down Zoë's bare arm and held her hand. "Penny...I'm not a lesbian..."She moaned as she closed her eyes. "You don't like it?" Penny breathed smoothly as she turned the other woman to face her. "It feels great, but." Zoë tried to say but Penny had lowered her head to kiss Zoë's cleavage. Zoë stroked Penny's hair and basked in the sun streaming through the kitchen window. "Your mouth feels so different to Greg's..." She said vacantly, her consciousness subsumed by pleasure. Penny kissed Zoë, their tongues barely touching. "Hmmm." Zoë murmured, as she tasted cinnamon on Penny's full lips. Penny pulled away and Zoë leant forward, reluctant to lose contact. She opened her eyes and saw Penny pull her t-shirt over her head, exposing her naked breasts. Zoë knew something was wrong about this, but for the life of her she couldn't think what. Penny dipped a finger languorously through some melted chocolate and smeared it over a perky nipple. Zoë paused and then lowered her head to lick off the sweet temptation. It sent a thrill through Zoë, as she had never sucked on a woman's tit before. Penny bent round a bit awkwardly and both women laughed lightly as they nearly bashed their heads together, then Penny slid a delicate hand up Zoë's thigh and under her skirt. The brunette's touch was slow and tender, as she used only her fingertips to caress Zoë's opening and clit. Zoë moaned and shifted her legs to allow Penny an easier reach. She was suddenly startled as the pleasure stopped. "Awww..." She moaned as Penny pulled off her summer top and unzipped her skirt. Zoë reached out tentatively and found Penny's slick gash and gingerly rubbed at her wetness. "That feels good." Said Penny, reassuring the inexperienced woman. The two ladies fell against the table in a cloud of flour and laughed against each other's mouths. Penny smoothed some more warm chocolate over her belly and further down. Zoë began to lap it up eagerly; all of her initial reluctance was gone. As she reached the delicious drops that had dribbled to Penny's crotch she licked her lips and looked up and was rewarded with a blissful look from the brunette. Zoë stroked the other girl's pussy inquisitively, never having been so close to one before. She desperately wanted to satisfy her new found curiosity and plunged in her tongue. Did her own taste this good, she wondered. Penny came, quietly at first before building up a throaty crescendo, finishing with a high-pitched aria of ecstasy. "Wow, who knew that you could do that...?" Penny asked, stupefied. Zoë was flattered and beamed, unaware of the pussy juice across her face. Penny pulled her up and kissed her, enjoying her own natural taste and aroma. "Baby, let me do something for you..." Penny said, turning Zoë and bending her gently over the table. The hot mouth on Zoë's ass cheeks made her shake with anticipation and she cried out loudly as she felt the tongue play around her anus, where no one had gone before. Penny rimmed the tight opening and slipped two fingers into Zoë's well-lubricated pussy lips. "Harder..." Zoë pleaded, frustrated at Penny's teasing. Penny inserted all four of her fingers and used her thumb to touch Zoë's sensitive clit. Zoë came, ejaculating juice over Penny's hand and onto the floor. Penny did not give up the relentless thrust of her fingers and Zoë knew that she was going to cum again as she saw the door to the kitchen open. In slow motion she saw her husband enter the room. "Greg!" She screamed, calling out her man's name even as she came to another woman's fingers and tongue. It took nearly a minute before she came down from the high enough to right herself and run to her husband. "Greg, I don't... I.... I'm not a lesbian.... please, I didn't mean.... say something...please!" She sobbed as she fell into his befuddled arms. Greg looked down at his filthy wife, his messy kitchen and the other woman dressing assuredly in the corner. He couldn't say anything as he was in shock. "Baby ..." He cooed as he cradled his wife. "Penny, I think its time to go." He added, blankly. Penny nodded and left. "Greg, please...I...one minute she was...and the next I..." Zoë tried to explain. Greg took Zoë in his arms and carried her upstairs. He turned on the shower and turned to his wife. "Get cleaned up, take as long as you like and then we'll talk." He said, and Zoë was relieved to hear there was no anger or bitterness in his voice. +++++++++++++ When she came back down, Greg had tidied the kitchen and made some mugs of coffee. Zoë was about to start saying something when Greg cut her off. He told her about his own infidelities, in the limo and at the party and by the time he was finished they were both in tears. "Can we put all this behind us, Greg?" Zoë asked, afraid to hear the answer. "I don't know Zoë. I love you, I do know that." "I love you, too" Zoë reciprocated as they hugged each other, both lost in thought. ++++++++++ That week Zoë and Greg were very quiet. There had been no shouting, no accusations, just a very tense atmosphere interspersed with intimate little gestures of reconciliation. They made love for the first time 6 days after the incident in the kitchen. It was unrushed and strangely, it felt to both of them as if their partner's body was unfamiliar and new. Trust had been broken but a greater intimacy had built up. +++++++++++++ "I'm just going to get a glass of water. Want anything?" Zoë asked as Greg was getting into bed. "No, I'm fine, thanks though." Greg smiled at his wife as she left the room. He began to doze off to sleep when Zoë called up the stairs, "Greg, can you come down here please?" She said, a hint of fear in her voice. Greg jumped out of bed. Damn, not another spider! He thought. He made his way down the stairs and entered the living room. "Hello Greg." Said Kristianne, raising an eyebrow superciliously. Greg paused and surveyed the room. Kristianne was in front of him, Penny was reclined on the sofa and Jack Troy's strong hands were holding Zoë. "I'm going to call the police, right now." Greg said, pointedly. "I don't think so. Mr Troy's arms are quite enough to snap your wife's neck before you make it to the phone." Penny said, calmly. Zoë gasped and Greg looked at her, panicked. "Why are you doing this?" Greg demanded of Kristianne. Kristianne ignored him and turned to Zoë. "Did he tell you that he fucked my tits?" She asked, spitefully. Zoë nodded, a bit of defiance reaching her eyes. Kristianne looked a little disappointed, then brightened up. "Did he tell you that he thought your tits were too small?" She asked. Zoë looked at Greg, accusation and pain in her eyes. "I...Zoë...I..." Greg spluttered. "Shut up Greg. It's true, isn't it?" Chided Kristianne as she turned to him. "I didn't mean it!" He cried but Zoë had cast her eyes away. No one in the room had been fooled. "Greg. My tits are huge and juicy. Aren't you disappointed that you haven't tasted them?" Kristianne asked. Greg glanced at her bulbous breasts and licked his lips. The Hollywood star smiled and slid out of her slinky red dress, all eyes in the room on her now. Greg couldn't help checking out her naked body before hastily looking away, flushing. "This has got to stop!" He shouted. "You sound afraid Greg. What are you afraid of?" That you can't resist me?" Kristianne asked as she walked up to Greg. "I'm not going to cheat on my wife!" He howled and looked at Zoë, trying to reassure her. He met her eyes and was rewarded with a little encouraging smile. "Oh, I think you will Greg...You'll want me so much that you'll beg to fuck me, to fuck me in front of your wife!" Kristianne snarled and grabbed at his pyjama bottom's crotch. He pushed her away from him. "Greg!" Zoë yelped as Mr Troy placed a thick arm round her throat. Greg instinctively made to rescue her but Kristianne put her hands out to block him. He stopped, horrified. "That's better." Soothed Kristianne and pulled down his pants, revealing his limp cock and stroked his bare chest. Greg placed his hands over his genitals and shut his eyes, willing this nightmare to be over. He didn't see Kristianne insert two of her fingers inside her shaven pussy and frig herself for a minute. She never took her eyes off Greg. When she had covered her fingers with enough salty fluid she yanked Greg's head back and pushed her digits into his open mouth. He couldn't help to swallow her musky cinnamony wetness. He opened his eyes and looked at Zoë, an unspoken apology in them. Kristi began to play with Greg's inches and it hardened to her ministrations. "Greg, fuck me. I can fuck you better than she can. Show her that you are a hot fucking stud that deserves better than a frigid small town cow." The hot slut commanded. "No..." Greg croaked, looking at Kristianne's fingers toy with his rock hard cock. "Make her watch your cock penetrate my tight hole. She'll know that you'll never be completely hers ever again. "I can't..." He could barely remember where he was with all the blood rushing from his head. "I love her." "I don't care Greg and when you give in, neither will you..." Kristianne said coldly. She knelt in front of him and wrapped her red lips over his engorged shaft. "aaagh aaaah." Greg groaned at the change of sensation. She swallowed him whole, his throbbing helmet way down her throat and he could feel her tongue licking the start of his scrotum. She bobbed her head up and down for a few minutes, without taking breath. She leant back, his cock leaving her with flourish and flicking up to hit him on his belly. "Oawww..." Greg cried, dismayed. He put his hand down to pull to his prick as she stood up. "You want to fuck me now, don't you?" Kristianne whispered, confidently. Greg looked over at Zoë, but not really registering her presence then back at the sexy redhead. He glanced over at Zoë once more, then back to Kristianne, lust in his eyes. "No..." He sighed but put up no resistance as she lowered his head between her enormous tits. "Greg! No!" Zoë shrieked but her couldn't hear her anymore, lost as he was to the flavour of Kristi's flawless skin and hard nipples. He broke off from Kristi's tits and tried to kiss her but she pulled away playfully. She stuck her tongue out and Greg shot forward to suck it in between his lips. He pulled Kristianne's long leg up to his waist and as they kissed franticly he enjoyed feeling his cock sandwiched between their bodies. His free hand was roaming her back and she had hers holding on to Greg's cute ass. He lowered her to the floor, positioning her on her knees in front of him. He stopped, the last part of resistance bubbling to the surface. He looked at his tearful wife and back down at Kristianne. "Don't look at her Greg, she's nothing right now. Look at my fucking hot body and tell me what you want to do to me." Kristianne commanded, rubbing her hands all over her perfect flesh. Greg surveyed the naked sex goddess before him, desire slowly replacing the uncertainty in his eyes. He looked into her eyes confidently now and smiled. "I want to cum in you...I need to fuck you." He said clearly. "Greg!! No!!" Zoë wailed. "Tell..her!" Kristianne said mercilessly, turning at the waist and pointing at Zoë. A Reluctant Welcome To Sixville He hesitated, then cleared his throat. "I've...got... to fuck Kristianne. I want...her pussy clenching on my cock till I shoot my load in her." Greg told his wife, he experienced a second of guilt at the pain in her face but all he wanted now was to fuck. "Stick your dick in my sinful slit Greg." Kristianne whined and Greg turned her round so that she was facing the three other people in the room. He knelt behind her and bent her over. He took his hard-on in his hand and playfully stroked it along Kristianne's piss flaps. "God, I've dreamt of doing this to you. I've wanked off to sex scenes you've made. I never thought that one day you'd be here, gagging for my cock." He confessed. "Put your married cock in me!" Kristianne howled, frustrated. "Take me now. Show your wife just how much she means to you now. Fuck...awwww...." She moaned as the formerly mild-mannered teacher entered her twat and they began rutting like feral beasts. Zoë looked away from the man she no longer recognised and stared at Penny. "Please....."She pleaded. Penny stood up, walked over to Zoë and stroked her hair and face, wiping away the tears. "Hush baby," She said softly. "Greg will never be satisfied with just you from now on." Penny turned and indicated the groaning couple on the floor. "Look at him plough his unsheathed adulterous cock into Kristi. He loves it!" "Penny...." Zoë collapsed into Penny's arms, sobbing. Penny tilted the broken woman's head up and kissed her. Zoë was stunned but soon began to answer the probing tongue with her own. She barely noticed as Mr Troy let her go and withdrew to the fireplace to observe. Penny was fumbling at Zoë's pyjama buttons, unwilling to break of the desperate kiss. Penny felt Zoë's nipples harden against her own and, frustrated, tore off her top. Once Zoë's tits were exposed Penny's head darted down to lick and suck on them. Zoë gasped and put her hand through Penny's hair. "Oh God...." She moaned. "Your cunt's....so fucking...tight...." Greg exclaimed nearby but Zoë wasn't aware of anything but the sensations shooting through her body. Penny traced down Zoë's flat tummy and tugged down her bottoms. The brunette pounced on Zoë's cunt as if she couldn't get enough; her expert tongue exploring the wet gash urgently. Zoë had never had her pussy eaten out so well before and she had to grip Penny's hair as she began to buck against her lips. Penny brought two fingers to the other woman's cunt and lubed them up with pussy juice. She snuck her hand round to Zoë's back and forcefully worked her slick digits into Zoë's virgin ring. "Oh...." Zoë cried, cumming wordlessly as her breath was taken away. Her knees went weak and Penny guided her to the sofa. "Uhh...uhhh....uhhhh....I'm going to cum....uhhh." Greg cried out from the floor. "God....ahhh....yes...yes!" Kristianne responded, feeling her pussy muscles contracting round the cock penetrating her. She came hard simultaneously with Greg shooting his hot salty load deep inside her. The pair collapsed onto the carpet, exhausted. As they caught their breaths they watched the action on the sofa. Greg didn't know whom to watch as the other two women engaged in a lesbian 69. His eyes were frantically roving over the writhing pair, nearly overloaded by visual stimuli. Though sore from hard fucking, his cock began to get hard again. "Greg, your wife looks surprisingly good at cunnilingus, don't you think?" Kristi breathed. Greg nodded lustfully. Zoë arched her long back as she came a second time, her moans of pleasure against Penny's clit. Penny flicked her clit desperately and brought about her own eager orgasm. The lovers fell into a tangle of legs, arms and breasts. Zoë lifted her weary but exhilarated eyes and looked about her at the three people watching her. She crawled round to whisper in Penny's ear, "I really want to have cock now." She said, glancing at Greg. "Oh no lover, I think it's my turn." Penny giggled. " What about Mr Troy?" Zoë turned and looked at the giant and the tent in his pants and nodded. Penny stood up on shaky legs and trotted over to Greg as Jack Troy pulled out his 7-inch cock and stood above Zoë. She took him into her slutty mouth. Penny glanced at Kristi, who waved back her permission. Penny pushed Greg onto his back and pinned his arms above his head. "No touching..." She commanded. She sat on his hairy chest and Greg could feel her steaming pussy slid up him as she leant over. Her tits passed over his face and he made an unsuccessful lunge at them with his tongue, Penny had just pushed his head back to the floor. Penny's soft belly was resting on his face as she began to kiss his wrist, and began to lick her way down the underside of his arm. Greg grew impatient; he really wanted some action on his throbbing hard-on. Penny's soft mouth had reached Greg's hairy armpit and she shoved her face hard against it, inhaling deeply. "God, I have a huge armpit fetish. I get off on the smell of men." She moaned through the hair. "Your sweat is so good." Greg felt her body tighten. She lifted her back and Greg watched her heaving tits as she climaxed, her knees squeezing his waist as she came, just from the smell of his fresh body odour. She lowered her body and was too ecstatic to mind as Greg began to suck on her hard nipples. "No..." She moaned a few minutes later and pulled her body away from his tongue. She slid down his body, leaving a snail trail of liquid glistening on his torso. One hand gripping both of his above his head, the other expertly guided Greg's cum covered cock into her gaping cunt. At that moment Kristianne staggered to her feet, semen leaking out of her body. She ambled over to the sofa in time to watch Troy silently shoot his wad over Zoë's face. Kristianne waited for Zoë to open her eyes and register her. "Your husband's cum is in me now. Do you want some of your husband's cum tonight?" Zoë nodded. "The only way you're going to get any is to eat it from my pussy!" Kristianne informed her. Zoë licked her lips, remembering Jack, as she tasted his seed. She smiled and as she got down on her hands and knees she turned to him, "Fuck me like a bitch on heat." She asked and Jack Troy grunted in reply. She lowered her head between the actress's thighs and began to lap up her husband's cum. It had never tasted so good. She thought to herself that she might always want to get his cum from another woman's dirty cunt before she gasped as Jack entered her and began to piston into her. Jack hammered away at her with a cold mechanical rhythm. Each thrust was slow and hard; his thigh, ass and back muscles contracting and relaxing with all the force of a small volcano. Kristianne was aroused enough to cum mellow to Zoë's distracted attention on her cunt and then, satisfied sufficiently; she watched the fucking going on. She watched as Penny rode Greg, gyrating with increasing pace. He was humping at the waist and his toes curling with the effort. Zoë was juddering and sobbing with discomfort and pleasure as Jack remorselessly ploughed into her raw twat. Kristianne shut her eyes and revelled in the sounds of the illicit fucking going on. She could hear squishing, squelching and the unselfconscious groans of exertion and pleasure. "A....a...a......" Gasped Zoë, struggling to catch a breath. "Yes....yes....ahhh...uggh....." Cried Greg as he came inside Penny. "A....a.....a....shit.....God...." Cried Zoë, with a suffocating orgasm. It was all over. Everyone was too sated and spent to move. After a short while Zoë slid to her floor and crawled over to Greg, who opened his eyes sleepily and looked at his wife. She put her cum-covered head to his chest and stroked his belly. They fell asleep, pondering their future together. +++++++++++++++++ Epilogue Two weeks later and Penny is painting Kristi's toenails. "I'm going to give up acting, I'm no good at it." Kristianne said slowly. "What? You won an Oscar! You beat Susan Sarandon and that old British one...Dame...something...!" Penny protested. "Huh, only because I was playing a lesbian in a wheelchair!" The actress responded. "No, my mind's made up!" Penny looked at the certainty in her employer's eyes and reluctantly accepted the decision. "Okay. Anyway, it's time for E.spied." Penny said, flicking on the T.V. ++++++++ The image on the screen showed the two presenters of the entertainment news show. Mindy Bubble, who was all blonde hair and Lane McCormack, who was all teeth, introduced themselves and greeted the viewers. "Kristianne William's new film 'Baser Urges' broke all box-office records this weekend." Mindy gushed to camera. "That's right Mindy!" Lane said, answering a question that hadn't been asked. "The film, a psycho-sexual epic, had been dogged by rumours that Kristianne had a cocaine habit and was sleeping with her married director. Massively over budget and panned by the critics it was expected to be a huge flop." "Thank you Lane. It's believed that the reason for the new release's success is down to a different type of movie all-together. A week ago a website promised to release a sex tape starring Kristianne, two of her staff and an as-yet unidentified couple. It goes on sale tomorrow!" Mindy beamed, her foot rubbing her co-anchor's ankle. "Yes Mindy, and following silence from the William's camp, the star herself holed up in her Sixville mansion, some speculators have suggested that Kristianne is the real distributor of the three hours of explicit footage." Lane continued, hoping no one would realise he had a bulging hard-on under the desk. "Over to Lacey, who's with Father Peters, the famous televangelist for his reaction to this story of a role model turned porn star...." Penny switched off the screen and the two women fell into fits of laughter.