7 comments/ 16545 views/ 1 favorites Ambition By: Moondrift Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? / To bear too tender or too firm a heart, / To act a lover's or a Roman's part? (Alexander Pope. "Elegy to the Memory of an unfortunate Lady") Professor Julian Harcourt stood for a moment at the door glancing round at the pleasant garden that was alive with colourful summer flowers. He was a handsome and distinguished looking man in his mid fifties. He turned and pressed the bell, and waited, smiling. The door was opened by an extremely attractive young woman whose features indicated an oriental background. "Professor Harcourt!" she exclaimed, "This is a surprise." "Good afternoon Mrs. Daniels, I was in the neighbourhood on business and I thought why not drop in and visit Charles and his lovely wife." He chuckled and went on, "It's a beautiful day and they might give me afternoon tea on the lawn." "Yes of course, professor," she replied, puzzled by the unexpected visit. "But Charles isn't here he's lecturing this afternoon, but come in," she said as she led him down the passage towards the kitchen. "Yes of course, how foolish of me to forget, Cromwell and the Long Parliament, isn't it?" "Yes, I believe so. It's nearly time for afternoon tea so why don't you come to the kitchen with me while I make some sandwiches and you can help me carry the things out to the lawn." "You have a very pleasing house Mrs. Daniels," he said as they entered the kitchen. Serena gave a soft laugh and said, "Yes, I suppose we stretched our finances a bit taking it on, but the house and the area..." "Yes...yes...of course," the professor said as he gazed round at the gleaming kitchen. Serena started to prepare afternoon tea as he went on, "Of course, if Charles is selected to replace me it would augment his income considerably." "Isn't there only Charles and Steven Hawks left on the short list professor?" "That is correct, my dear. And why don't you call me Julian, no need for formality, and may I call you Serena?" Serena was a bit perplexed because Harcourt had always been a stickler for formality when it came to names and titles, but said, "Yes, of course." He laughed and added, I suppose I'd better drop in and visit Steven and Sarah as well or I'll get accused of favouritism." "Favouritism?" "Well I'm sure that Charles and Steven understand that whoever I throw my weight behind will virtually have the position." "Yes," Serena said thoughtfully. "You know pro... Julian, I don't understand why you're retiring so early, I mean, heads of departments seem to go on for ever." Julian chuckled and said, "You're right my dear, they go on until death catches them asleep; but after my dear wife passed away I decided that I'd take time to write some books I've had in mind for some time, and of course, I'll still be active, visiting lecturer and that sort of thing." "You must miss your wife very much," Serena said sympathetically. "Yes...yes...very much, we meant a great deal to each other. She was among other things a great supporter of me and my work, and I've often thought that without her help I would never have achieved what I have. But I suppose that would be true of you and Charles." "Yes, I'd do anything I could to help Charles achieve his ambition. Would you mind carrying the tray?" * * * * * * * * They went out into the garden and sat at an outdoor table. Julian looked around appreciatively saying, "Yes, you certainly have a lovely setting here." "Yes, Charles and I love it." "Mmm, a brilliant young man your husband, and lucky to have such an attractive and supportive wife. That's the problem; the faculty will have a difficult time making the choice. Steven is equally brilliant and his wife is just as ambitious for him as you are for Charles. You've met her at the faculty events haven't you?" "Yes." "Very attractive don't you think?" "Yes, she's lovely." "Steven is a little senior in years to Charles; but they're both so evenly matched; I wish I didn't carry such a heavy responsibility." "Responsibility?" He sighed, "As I said, my dear, a word from me as retiring head of the department can swing the vote one way or the other, and the choice is so evenly balanced." "Yes, I see." "Both the men are so keen, the one who doesn't get the position will be bitterly disappointed. Oh but I shouldn't be talking to you like this, it's just that it would take so little to swing the vote one way or the other." "Yes, it must be very difficult for you." Julian laughed as if dismissing the subject, and sat drinking his tea for a while in meditative silence, and then went on, "You're a very devoted couple aren't you; I've watched you at the faculty gatherings." Serena laughed, "Is it so obvious?" "Yes, my dear, it is obvious. Alice and I were very devoted; I miss her a great deal, especially, if you don't mind me mentioning it, regarding the more intimate side of our relationship." "Yes, I suppose you do," Serna replied, feeling a little embarrassed that a man she didn't know very well should talk about his private life so openly. Julian was looking at her thoughtfully; "As I say, Serena, it would take very little to move the balance one way or the other, so very little." They remained silent for a while, and then Julian said, "I suppose you'd do almost anything to help Charles get the position?" "I'd do whatever I could, but I don't really see how I can help, it's a matter of qualifications, ability and I suppose experience." "Yes, all of those, Serena, but as I say, my word can swing things one way or the other, and there is something that you could do for Charles that would cost you very little." "What?" "As I said, Serena, I miss the intimate side of my life with Alice and, to put it frankly, I'm still very potent." Serna was flustered and she stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry Julian, I don't understand what you're getting at." Julian smiled salaciously, "Oh I think you do my dear. As I say very little could swing the balance and you know what that little something could be, don't you?" Serena stood up, "If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, I think you'd better leave." "Oh dear, so the devoted wife isn't prepared to make a small sacrifice for her husband's future. Well, I won't press you on the subject." He stood saying, "If you change your mind my dear you know where to contact me, but do bear in mind it's only three of weeks before the faculty must vote. In the meantime I think I'll pay a visit to Steven and Sarah. I might make it when Steven is lecturing. "Get out," Serena snapped. He shrugged; "Of course my dear, but such a pity, Charles could have been the youngest head of the History Department ever. Goodbye, it's been nice talking with you." He walked calmly away. * * * * * * * * Serena and Charles had met in Hong Kong when he was on a lecture tour. She had been one the students attending his lectures and after one lecture she had approached him to ask a question. The impact on Charles was almost instantaneous as he looked at the attractive, delicate looking girl, her features a fascinating mix of the oriental and occidental, with black hair and startling blue eye; her father had been an Englishman working for the Hong Kong administration at a time when the island was still in British hands, and her was mother Chinese. I suppose you might call it love at first sight, but whatever it was it reached into Charles' heart. The effect of Charles on Serena was equally strong as Charles tried to stumblingly answer her question. There were other students crowding round him with their questions and as he was making a mess of answering hers he'd laughed nervously and said, "Would you mind it I dealt with these other students first, and perhaps we could go and have a cup of coffee somewhere and I'll try and give you a coherent answer." She had agreed, and from there their romance that taken off. Charles was ten years older than Serena and along with his growing love for her he had felt protective of this slender fragile looking girl. He had only four weeks in Hong Kong and by the end of that time he had proposed to Serena, and she accepted him. Apart from the whirlwind nature of their romance, their courtship had been oddly old fashioned. Charles, who was not inexperienced where sexual intercourse concerned, had refrained from approaching Serena for this. He was in love as he had never been before, and had the unexpected feeling that if her copulated with her before marriage he would somehow defile their relationship. Hong Kong and UK bureaucratic administrivia had held up their marriage so Charles had returned to the UK without his beloved Serena. It took several months for her to get the necessary clearances before she could join him. When he saw her naked for the first time she was for him so beautiful, with her slender figure, small, firm, high breasts with their sweet pink nipples, and her golden skin, he was close to crying. Even the wisps of her pubic hair made her look so incredibly young. If Charles needed any reassurance that he had found the love of his life, then he got it during their honeymoon. He had never considered her virginity one way or the other, but when he discovered she was a virgin on their wedding night he was deeply moved and felt rather unworthy of her. Fragile she might look, but as their marriage developed she displayed unexpected strengths. Sexually she was extremely fervent and very determined where Charles' career was concerned. When they married Charles held the position of senior lecturer. When a professorial chair became vacant Charles had said that it would in all probability be taken up by an outsider. It was Serena who encouraged him to apply, and he had won it. When it was announced that Professor Harcourt, the head of the department was to retire prematurely Charles saw him self as having no chance of getting the position, although he dearly wanted it. Again it was Serena who encouraged him to apply. Much to Charles' surprise the choice had finally come down to himself and Steven Hawk. Those with the task of making the choice were the professorial staff of the department, and being applicants Charles and Steven were not involved in the apparently endless discussion about who should be appointed. Despite the fact that Charles would be the youngest ever head of such a department, Serena had been sure he would win. Now with Harcourt's visit she knew the price that might have to be paid for Charles' success. * * * * * * * * Serena had been profoundly shaken by Harcourt's visit and his proposition. She was very much in love with Charles and being unfaithful to him had never even occurred to her. It was she who had encouraged Charles to apply for the position, and now she was being challenged to guarantee his success. From not considering applying, Charles' hopes were now high, and she knew he would be shattered if he failed; and it was she who had led him to this point. It was her ambition as much as his. That night as they lay together in bed she asked the question to which she already knew the answer. "Darling, do you really want this appointment?" "You know I do, I want it for both of us. Think of what it would mean; not only the extra money, but the prestige and the possibilities it would open up; the youngest ever head of the department, and I've got such ideas for it. Harcourt has grown lazy and let things drift along; I want to bring new life to it." "But if you didn't get it darling?" "I'd feel a bloody fool for applying in the first place. You know what academics are like; on the surface all bonhomie, and underneath full of petty jealousy and suspicion that someone is angling for their job. Can you imagine how they'd be laughing behind my back if I failed?" "None of them expected me to get past the first interview, they thought I was too young, and when I did get past it I could feel their resentment. Can't you see how they'd be delighted if I lost to Steven? Having got this far I'd give anything to win." "Anything, darling?" "Well almost anything." Serena hesitated for a moment, and then deciding to take the risk she said, "I didn't tell you, Professor Harcourt was here today." Surprised, Charles asked, "Harcourt, what did he want?" "Afternoon tea on the lawn," Serena said as lightly as she could. "He said he was in the area on some business and thought he'd drop in." "That's odd, he's never taken interest in us socially before." "No, I thought it a bit odd myself. While we were talking he said that he could swing the vote one way or the other, is that true?" "Yes," Charles replied morosely, "the current incumbent usually has a lot of influence where his successor is concerned. What made him raise that?" "Oh, he was saying how he felt the weight of the responsibility. So it is true, he could swing the whole thing?" "Yes, and I don't think he's likely to swing it my way, he's very chummy with Steve and his wife." "Mmm, he did say he ought to go and visit them as well or he might be accused of favouritism." "Well he shouldn't have put himself on the line by coming here. What else did he have to say?" "Nothing much really, darling, but I hadn't really understood just how much influence he'd have." Charles drifted off to sleep but Serena lay awake thinking. It was a small enough sacrifice to make and Charles' would never know. Would it really be so bad with Harcourt if it ensured Charles' success? * * * * * * * * For the next two days Serena worried the problem like a dog trying to get the marrow out of a hard bone. Hanging over her were Harcourt's words, "I think I'll pay a visit to Steven and Sarah. I might make it when Steven is lecturing." Would Sarah Hawk give more easily what she had refused? Finally she decided she could and would pay the price and trembling she rang Harcourt's office. When he answered she said, "Serena Daniels." "Ah, what can I do you my dear?" he responded easily. "What you said the other day, does it still stand?" She heard him chuckle and she almost slammed the phone down, but having got this far she felt there was no turning back. "Why do you ask, my dear?" he asked smoothly. "Because I'm willing to do what you want." "So, you've come to your senses have you?" Feeling utterly humiliated Serena asked, "Where and when?" "Now tell me my dear, can you get away next weekend without making Charles' suspicious?" "A weekend," Serena protested, "I thought it would be once and then..." "Once! Oh my dear don't be so ridiculous, once would give us no time at all to get to know each other properly; no, a weekend, can you arrange it?" "Yes, I suppose so." "Excellent; now I have a very comfortable houseboat on the river. If you can get away around three on Friday afternoon it's only just over an hour's drive and we can cruise up river for an hour or so, and then tie up at a quiet spot. That will give us Friday night, Saturday, Sunday, and we can return Monday morning having thoroughly enjoyed ourselves." "I-I'm not sure I can make it for the whole weekend." "And I'm sure you can if you really try my dear. I can help out a little. I've got two tutorials on Friday afternoon; I'll ask Charles if he can take them over for me. I'm sure he will because he'll want to keep in my good books, ha, ha, ha." "All right I'll try." "I'm sure you will. We'd better travel separately, so I'll tell you how to get to the boat -- you'd better write this down." He gave her the instructions and then said, "Give me a call when you're sure the arrangements have been settled." "Yes." "I'm so glad you've seen sense my dear, and I can promise you a very satisfying time. So until I hear from you, goodbye." Serena put the phone down feeling sick. * * * * * * * * That evening after dinner Serena, trying not to reveal her tenseness said, "Darling, I've had a letter from Carmen. She's invited me to spend the weekend with her and there's a gathering of Hong Kong expatriates she thought I'd like to meet; do you mind if I go?" "No darling," Charles replied, and the smiling said, "As long as you come back to me." "You know I'll always do that, Charles, as long as you want me." He took her in his arms and kissed her and then said, "Does that tell you how much I want you?" She clung to him and he said, "How about making an early night of it, I feel like a little love making." For the first time since their marriage Serena had to pretend that night. She felt like a Judas who was about to betray him. The next day she almost telephoned Harcourt to say she'd changed her mind, but she knew that if she did the matter of Charles' appointment would definitely be at an end. When she did telephone him she simply confirmed the arrangement. * * * * * * * * When she arrived at the houseboat late Friday afternoon Harcourt was already there dressed in shorts and t-shirt. Despite her abhorrence of what they were going to do Serena could not help admiring his tall muscular frame, so unlike the caricatures of professors. He helped her get the few things she'd brought on board, and then untying the mooring ropes they headed up stream. They travelled for nearly an hour and a half with Harcourt pointing out things she might be interested in, and then coming to a wide sweeping bend in the river with a long sandbar he pointed to a place just above the bar saying, "We'll moor there, it's very quiet and we won't be disturbed." They tied up and all was quiet apart from the ripple of the water against the pontoons of the boat. Harcourt came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her. Serena had been determined she would yield to him but not respond, but despite that resolve she did find herself responding; parting her lips to admit his tongue into her mouth. He led her into a cabin with a large double bed and started to undress her. She made no effort to stop him, and when she was naked he stepped back to look at her. "My God Charles is a fortunate man to have all this at his disposal," he said, reaching out to touch her breasts. He fondled them gently for a moment and then moved back to strip himself. Naked, Serena looked at him. He showed no signs of age, his body taut and muscular, his penis erect. He laid her on the bed and coming beside her kissed her and began fondling her breasts again. His lips touched one of her nipples and he started to suckle her. She struggled not to respond to him, but when his hand sought and found her clitoris she was lost. He knew precisely what was needed to arouse a woman, and when he parted her legs and entered her with his penis her body responded. It was as he brought her to orgasm the last vestiges of resistance fell away and Serena cried out, "Yes...yes...yes..." and as she felt his sperm hammering into her she screamed and then begin to weep. Harcourt's boasted potency had not been an idle one. Throughout that weekend he took her repeatedly, bringing her to orgasm every time. Serena knew it was his lust, but that lust had found a responding chord in her. There was only one thing she denied him, oral sex. When he brushed his penis over her lips she had pulled away from him, not out of revulsion, but because in some corner of her mind she wanted this to be for Charles only. On the other hand Harcourt was not averse to bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. Perhaps knowing this would be the only time he would ever have with this lovely woman at his disposal he was determined to consume as much of her as he could. Even before they parted on Monday morning he took her as she sat with legs spread wide and raised on there table. Ambition As they parted she said, "You will remember, won't you?" He had smiled enigmatically and said, "My dear, how could I ever forget?" * * * * * * * * It was not until she arrived home that the full impact of that weekend struck her. Despite the pleasure she had experienced with Harcourt, she now felt dirty and abused. She lay on the bed she shared with Charles and wept and when taking a shower scrubbed her self unmercifully, as if she could somehow remove what she now felt to be taint of the weekend. Her one consolation was that she had earned Charles' promotion for him, but as the time for Charles to arrive home drew near she feared she would be unable to conceal the guilt that now consumed her. She felt she could never be clean again - never return to the pure love she had known with Charles. That weekend, even if unknown to Charles, would always be there between them. When Charles arrived home he looked at her and grinned, "My God Serena, you must have had a wild weekend, you look worn out." For one terrible moment she thought he must know what she had been doing, but as he went on to say, "Despite her exotic name I'd never imagined Carmen to be the wild partying type -- or was it the expatriates?" Serena felt a wave of relief; he didn't know. "It was just a very busy weekend, darling." Charles laughed and said, "I think you should have an early night, and I'd better behave myself, but watch out for tomorrow night." Serena experienced another wave of relief; she felt she couldn't have faced having sex with Charles just yet. * * * * * * * * The decision about who was to be the new head of the department was kept secret. No doubt to dramatize the event it was to be announced at a faculty dinner that was to include wives and partners. To heighten the drama the announcement was left until the main part of the meal was over. It was then that Julian Harcourt rose to name his successor. He began somewhat pompously. "Ladies and gentlemen, a new head of a university department is not a common occurrence, and it has fallen to my lot to announce the name of the one who is to succeed me." "I have to say that those of us responsible for finding that person have had a difficult task. Starting with some two dozen applications from around the world, I am delighted to say that after careful consideration of all the candidate our choice came down to two candidates from our own faculty (modest applause)." "We found in these candidates two outstanding applicants and, as you can imagine, our task was an extremely difficult one." "Made a lot easier by me," Serena thought cynically. "I have to thank my colleagues," Harcourt continued, "for the assiduous manner in which they applied themselves to this onerous task" (mild applause). "It only took eight months," Serena thought. "We realise that the unsuccessful candidate will be bitterly disappointed, but we wish to assure him that although he has been unsuccessful on this occasion, we believe he has a great deal to look forward to." Serena sat back, feeling relaxed for the first time since her weekend with Harcourt. Now Charles would reap the reward of her sacrifice of marital fidelity, even though he would never know of her part in it. "And now," Harcourt continued, "without further ado, I shall announce the name of your new head of department, it is, Steven Hawk; congratulations Steven" (slightly more enthusiastic applause). "And now ladies and gentlemen, if you will all rise, we shall drink a toast to Steven. Well done Steven and may you have great success in your new task. To Steven." "To Steven," the gathering responded." White faced, her legs barely able to support her, Serena could not mouth the words. She glanced at Harcourt and caught his eye. He grinned at her. She looked across at Sarah Hawk who was clinging to her husband's arm, a triumphant smile adorning her face. She looked across at Serena and her smile broadened. Serena felt as if she was going to faint and sat down heavily. There were further congratulations being exchanged and out of the corner of her eye she saw Harcourt heading out of the dining room. She turned to Charles and said, "I've got to go to the toilet," and went off in pursuit of Harcourt. She caught up with him just he was about to enter his office. "You liar...you filthy rotten bastard," she yelled. He pulled her into his office closing the door and said, "My dear Mrs. Daniels such language, something seems to have upset you, sit down my dear." "I'll stand," she replied. "You promised...you promised that if I let you fuck me..." "My dear, such immoderate language; what do you suppose I promised you?" "You said that if I let you fuck me you'd make sure Charles got the appointment and instead you..." "I can recall no such promise," Harcourt said mildly. "My recollection is that I told you I was in a position to sway the vote one way or the other, but as for a promise that I'd..." "Your last words to me were that you'd remember and..." "Well of course I'll remember; how could I forget such a delightful and satisfying weekend with a very attractive lady?" Serena lashed out at him, striking him a stinging blow across the face. He raise his hand to his reddening cheek and smiled. "Well, you are a little tigress aren't you; who would have suspected such venom in one so sweet and compliant. I think you should be made to pay for that blow, so there is one promise I can give you now; tomorrow morning I shall let your husband know what a delightful slut he has for a wife. I shall delay until tomorrow to give you the chance to make your own confession to him." "Why...why did you do this to me, you knew all the time..." "No my dear, I didn't know until I found someone who was just a bit more complaint with my wishes than you. It was that little extra that tipped the balance Steven's way; I'm sure you know what I mean; she did what you refused to do." "Sarah...Sarah Hawk!" "Of course, if you'd had any sense you'd have realised I would have to try you both. She earned her husband's reward for him." "If you tell my husband, what will your position be? It'll be all over the university, I'll make sure of that." "Spread it around by all means my dear, there'll be plenty ready to congratulate me for my successful sexual coup, and those who don't congratulate me will fail to do so because they'll be jealous. As for the rest of it; they can't dismiss me because I shan't be here to be dismissed; you and Sarah are hardly under aged, and as for sexual harassment, well you both agreed to my suggestion quite voluntarily, you travelled to my houseboat on your own, so what can you do?" "I was all for nothing...for nothing," Serena moaned. "Come my dear, not exactly for nothing. You can't pretend that you didn't enjoy what we did; the noises you made adequately demonstrated your pleasure." "You've ruined my marriage...my life..." Harcourt's mild manner changed abruptly; he turned on her with savage glee. "You've only got yourself to blame you slut. You decided to sell your cunt, not me. I've done Charles a favour by revealing what a whore he has for a wife -- a delightful whore, but whore nonetheless, because isn't that what women are who sell themselves for gain are. He might even thank me for exposing you to him." "I only did it for him, not for me," Serena wailed. "I hope he believes you when you tell him that. And now I think enough has been said, so if you'll excuse me -- oh by the way, if neither you nor Sarah had accepted my proposition Charles would have got the position on merit." Defeated, Serena staggered out of the office to be met by Charles. "I wondered where you'd got to, what were you doing in Harcourt's office?" "Just...just talking about the new head of the department." "Darling, you look terrible, you've taken it worse than I have, I'd better take you home." "Yes...yes...take me home Charles." * * * * * * * * Arriving home Serena realised she must get it over with as soon as possible. If Harcourt was going to tell Charles the next day, God knows what tale he would tell, but he would certainly make it as lurid as possible, and it was lurid enough already. They got as far as their bedroom when Serena said, "Charles, there's something I've got to tell you." "Can't it wait until the morning darling, you looked washed out." "No it can't wait," she said. She sat on the stool in front of the dressing table and Charles sat on the bed. "Well, what is it that can't wait?" "The weekend with Carmen..." "Oh that, you're going to tell me you got drunk," he laughed. "No, I wasn't with Carmen." Charles looked puzzled. "Where were you then?" "I was with Harcourt." "Harcourt! What were you doing with...Harcourt, are you telling me...?" "Yes, we were on his houseboat." Charles gasped, "You....you...were spending the weekend fucking with..." "Yes, it was for you darling...for you...I didn't..." Charles face looked black as thunder as he said slowly, "You were screwing with Harcourt for me! Perhaps you can explain that to me so that I can understand." "When he came here he told me how he could swing the vote if I'd...I'd let him..." "Fuck you," Charles snarled, "and you agreed." "No...no not at first...don't look at me like that Charles..." "How am I supposed to look at you, as if I'm grateful?" "Please Charles, listen to me. He said he could make sure you got the position if I..." "Yes, I've got that much, I'm not stupid. It didn't work did it?" "I thought he promised..." "And you fell for it -- or did you really want to fuck with him?" "No, I sent him away, but when you told me how important the job was to you..." "You changed your mind." "Yes...I..." "You slut, you stupid bloody slut, and I suppose I wasn't to know. Serena sat weeping saying nothing. "So why are you telling me now," Charles asked sarcastically, "got a bad conscience?" "Harcourt's going to tell you in the morning," Serena whispered. "Ah, so that's the reason, not conscience." "I only did it for you, darling." "So you said before, are you sure it wasn't for you, you bloody whore." "Don't call me that, that's what Harcourt said..." "Ah so the lovers have fallen out; well for once I agree with Harcourt, you whore. So why didn't the plan work? How is it that Steven Hawk is in and I'm out? "Sarah Hawk, she..." "Ah yes, Harcourt always likes the best of both worlds. So why has Sarah succeeded where you failed with your little scheme?" "I don't know." "You don't know! You did it for me and you don't know why Sarah Hawk got past the winning post first, didn't he find you a satisfactory fuck?" Serena, goaded beyond endurance yelled, "All right if you want to know, I wouldn't suck his cock." "Oh, why not you suck mine so why not his? I take it you gave him everything else." "Yes." "So why the reticence?" "That's something I'll only do with you." "Aha, so there is something reserved for me. I suppose next time I apply for a position you'll be looking to fuck with the guy you think can swing it for me? Let's hope you're more successful next time; on the other hand, you won't need to bother because you and I won't be together." "Please, Charles, can't we forget..." "No we can't. My God, you didn't just let him fuck you; you had to fuck with him for a whole weekend." "He made me..." "No he didn't, you agreed, so let's not lay it all at Harcourt's door. My God, I could murder both of you." He rose and took a step towards Serena. "Please Charles, you're frightening me." "Frightening you? My God, you've ruined the trust I had in you; you've screwed with one of the most devious bastards you're ever likely to meet; you've ruined our marriage; and all you can say is, I'm frightening you? I could...could..." He took another menacing step towards her; Serena screamed and fled from the room; she tripped at the top of the stairs and went tumbling down to the bottom, lying in a crumpled heap. Charles came to the top of the stairs and looked down in horror at his wife's body. He went down to her. "My God, my God, what have I done...what have I done...Serena...Serena...." He telephoned for an ambulance and tried to find Serena's pulse; he could find none. When the ambulance crew arrived they wouldn't move the body, and would give no explanation. The police arrived. Charles was in shock and at first they could not get coherent answers from him. They took him to the police station and after giving him time to recover his wits, began to question him. Gradually what had happened was pieced together: the row; Serena fleeing from the room; her fall down the stairs. Clearly the police suspected murder, but when the preliminary forensic pathology report arrived it was consistent with Charles' account that it was an accident. He was driven home in a police car to his empty house. * * * * * * * * Charles was living a nightmare. The shock of Serena's confession that she had spent a weekend with Harcourt sank into obscurity in the face of her death. What might have happened had she lived we shall never know now, but her death set off a tragic train of events. Two days after Serena's funeral the local tabloid announced in a glaring headline, "Assassination in Academia." It seemed from the report that Professor Harcourt was in his office collecting his personal effects before handing over to the new head of the department. The killer had entered and strangled the professor. Two hours later Professor Charles Daniels had given himself up at the police station, confessing to the murder of Professor Harcourt. The trial of Daniels was followed with keen and salacious interest by the local media, with such headlines as, "Sordid Sex Scandals Exposed at Slayer's Trial." Among those called to give evidence were Steven and Sarah Hawk, and in the course of cross questioning details of Sarah's houseboat weekend with Harcourt were revealed. Charles was sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment with a ten year non-parole period. Two weeks after the trial the body of Sarah Hawk was found after neighbours reported that neither she nor Steven Hawk had been seen for more than a week and their post box was overflowing with mail. When the police broke in they found Sarah's body; she had been battered to death with a blunt instrument, which proved to be a hammer. In the garage Steven's body was found seated in his car. He had died as the result of inhaling exhaust fumes. If one small positive came out of the tragic events it was that Charles, during his stay in prison, coached prisoners who were studying for a degree by correspondence. "Then from this closing eyes thy form shall part / And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; / Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, / The Muse forgot, and thou beloved no more! (Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of and Unfortunate Lady") Ambition Fulfilled [Editor's note: this stories contains gay male scenes.] This is the second story of a short series examining male sexuality. As I have got older I have found the borders of sexuality becoming blurred, particularly as I seek more and different sexual kicks. It's not essential to read Confusion first, but it might help. ++ So life trundles on. I'm not gay that's for sure, but after my three massage experiences where I have been jacked off by a man, I am certainly now bisexual, well up to a point; perhaps I always have been, but have never before tried it. Maybe most of us might be, given the right opportunity! My wife of nearly twenty years, Kelly and I have good sex and I find other stuff on the side when and where I can. We've always had a fairly open marriage, but have never actually discussed that or owned up to having other partners; some things are just best left unsaid in a marriage and the number of other people you have had sex with most certainly falls into that category. I've had lots of bits on the side and I am pretty sure she's had a few and we have been swinging on a few occasions. Nothing particularly heavy, just dinner then partner swap, change round then go home to bed. We haven't, even though I have wanted to, been to an orgy or swinging party with numerous couples there and we have never got in with a regular group. I have often said that I would like to see her with another guy and although this didn't seem to faze her we've so far not got round to it. We have, though, got round to a threesome with a friend who Kel worked with. I, of course, loved it, but Kelly wasn't too keen. Not only did she find it 'difficult' having any form of sexual contact with the other girl, but when I fucked her friend or wasn't paying much attention to her, she felt left out and jealous. So we only did that a couple of times a few years ago. Shame, for what can be better than having sex with another bird with your wife's approval. How it came up I can't remember. It was after we'd had some nice sex and we were in that mellow post orgasm state where sometimes you feel that you can talk about anything sexual. The inhibitions have gone and the barriers are down. It's often a time when couples can and do talk about their fantasies. "You know I would love to see you with another guy?" I told her running the back of my fingers across her still hard nipple. "Yes you have said that several times, but how could you see me? What would you do get in the wardrobe?" She laughed. "Hmmm true, well I haven't though that out very much" I lamely admitted, feeling as I often do outwitted by my wife whose brain is so fast, it makes me feel old. "Clearly," she said in the acerbic manner she has when scoring points off me. We were quiet for a while until she said. "Of course there is a way you could." "How?" "Well a threesome of course." "What me and another bloke have sex with you?" "Well darling," she said running her white painted, square cut nails across my balls "That is generally what threesomes are about isn't it?" We didn't talk about much more that night, but over the next couple of weeks I asked her several times if she meant it. "Yes, but it would have to be with someone I fancy, like you did with Jan," she replied referring to the threesome we'd had with her work friend. I often wondered if the pair of them ever got up to anything, but thinking of Kel's reactions when Jan kissed her and caressed her breasts I doubted it, for Kel did rather clam up. "Anyone in mind?" I asked rather ambitiously? She gave me one of those withering looks that always puts me right in place. "I would have thought that's your job, darling." I tried to think of someone, but it's not an easy proposition. I knew a few of my mates and quite a few guys at the golf club fancied her. That's not surprising for she's a hellishly attractive natural blonde. She's slim with nothing tits really, a B cup at best, but great nipples, fabulous legs and an incredible arse. However, I didn't feel able to broach the subject. I mean 'How would you like to have sex with my wife and me' is hardly locker room chat is it? We were in Boston, Mass a few months later. It was late summer and it was hot. I was there on business and Kel had come along for she really likes the city, as indeed I do. We were staying at the Marriott on Copley Place. I do some consulting work for the company and get great rates that mean it's just not worth my while going for the more luxurious Four Season or other slightly more upscale hotels. It was our third night. I had done most of my business and tomorrow was a rest day before we would fly down to New York, spend a night there and get the daytime BA flight to Heathrow; that almost makes jetlag redundant. We'd had dinner at our favourite Boston restaurant, L'espalier on Boylston Street, and had had a pleasant few blocks walk back to the hotel. We'd toyed with getting a drink in a bar on the street, but had opted to go back to the hotel. We went to the very busy Champions Sports Bar on the first floor and I found a stool for Kel right at the bar. It was crowded, mainly with businessmen, but also a few couples and the sprinkling of pairs and groups of girls. There's always a nice atmosphere about Champions, even though it is something of a pick up joint, albeit an elegant and rather sophisticated one. Don't ask how I know that! We were about half way through our first drink when my Blackberry started vibrating. I had an email from a potential client in Singapore with an attachment responding to a proposal I had submitted a few days ago. The mail asked for a reply today. Being thirteen hours ahead of Eastern Time they were already into their day. I explained that quickly to Kel. "Look I'll have to pop to the room and look at this on my laptop and get a reply off." "How long will that take?" "Only fifteen minutes or so I guess, you coming?" She gave me that quizzical, head inclined to the side look when I have said something wrong, in this case the double entendre. "It's not When Harry Met Sally you know darling," she smiled "I'll stay here, but give me a call if you're going to be much longer." I didn't realise until I was on way back down from the thirtieth floor that I'd been gone the best part of forty minutes. "Sorry darling," I said pushing my way through the throng round the bar, which was much deeper than when I'd left. "That's Ok James, Brad here has been, how should I put it?" She replied looking at a guy leaning on the bar his long legs stretched under her stool quite near to her ankles. He raised his eyebrows as she leaned towards him a little and said "Chatting me up I suppose we could say couldn't we?" "Well trying, but I was warned. Hi you must be James," he said putting his hand out "I'm Brad Gilbert, pleased to meet you." We shook hands. "I've been trying to do that for twenty years," I smiled back "She's very canny Brad. What can I get you to drink?" "A Dewars with ice and a twist please James." He seemed a nice bloke, about my age and quite good looking he was well dressed in a white polo shirt, thin beige chinos and burgundy coloured, what looked to be Gucci, loafers. It had all been said in a 'tongue in cheek' manner so I didn't feel put out. The three of us chatted for a while, before Brad got another round and then excused himself to visit the bathroom. "Well you work quickly," I smiled looking at my wife. Perched on the stool with her bare, tanned legs crossed and one heel hooked into a rail on the stool, the pale. Lemon silk dress had ridden quite a way up her thighs; she was showing too much really, but it looked bloody good. "You left me for too long, you were nearly too late," she smiled. "I think he was about to ask me to his room for a nightcap." "Would you have gone?" I asked not quite sure where she was taking this. She looked into my eyes, smiled, put her hand on my hip and said. "If he'd have asked, which he nearly did, I would have said as long as my husband can too." "Shit, you are joking Kel aren't you?" "Not really luv, this could be it, if you can broach it with him." We chatted a bit more about Brad and the threesome that we had discussed and agreed that this was an ideal opportunity. "Reckon he will?" I asked. "Hard to say, but he's divorced and single and seems to be a player from what he said." Brad came back. We talked about baseball and business; we were in linked industries, until Kelly said that she needed to go to the bathroom. I helped her down from the high stool and we both watched her walk away from us her shapely arse wiggling and wobbling wonderfully inside the tight silk. I looked at Brad and caught him looking at her. "Nice eh?" "Lovely, you're a lucky man James," he said raising his glass. "Were you trying to pull her, as we call it in the UK?" "I wanted to and I started, but to be fair she made it clear almost right away that she was off limits." "Did she really?" "Well yes absolutely, you've no worries there man." "Actually Brad she isn't totally unavailable," I said leaning closer to him, lowering my voice and looking at him. He seemed nervous. "What do you mean?" "Do you want her?" "Er look James she's your wife." "I know, but do you?" "Yes of course, any man would." "There is a way." "Go on," he said in almost a whisper. "The three of us." "A threesome?" "Yes, you up for that? ++ Marriott had done us proud with the suite. It had a nice sitting room with a stocked bar two big overstuffed sofas facing each other across a dark wood, low table with armchairs either end. The pile on the carpet was so thick you could lose your ankles in it and the sitting room was lit with a delicate light from a series of lamps and diffused lamps creating a warm and really quite intimate setting. Both the lounge and the bedroom had floor to ceiling windows looking out over Back Bay one way and towards the Charles River past the Hancock Building the other. The views really were impressive and not unlike those in Bangkok, I thought, remembering when I had shagged Kel from behind with her pressed up against a similar big window. The bed was huge and beautifully covered with really crisp white sheets the bedspread, throws and cushions having been turned down earlier. Now that the three of us were away from the noise and bustle of the bar in the solitude of the suite, we were less talkative, more on edge and a little uncomfortable. Well I was for sure and both Kelly, who had hardly said a word after returning from the ladies, and Brad seemed to be like that as well. I poured thel drinks as we stood by the windows looking out over Boston. Brad was first to broach the reason why we were all there. "Look guys," he said sipping his Johnny Walker Black Label for there wasn't any Dewars, as if he could tell the fucking difference I thought. "I don't want to push my way into anywhere I'm not welcome. If you have any doubts," he went on looking at Kelly who looked fantastic in the tight, lemon, silky dress, "I'll just drink up and go." "No Brad we asked you..." I started before Kelly took over. "Look Brad you were trying to pull me down there weren't you?" "Yes, until you said you were married and James was upstairs." "Yes but that was merely an inconvenience wasn't it?" "Yes a real fucking nuisance actually," he said laughing out loud. I couldn't help smiling. "No, what I meant was that was the only reason you didn't try harder wasn't it?" "Yes of course." "And when you started did you think you had chances?" She asked so matter of factly I knew then for sure she'd had other lovers, but shit, I couldn't blame her. "Well to tell you the truth Kelly yes I did." "Why, was I sending out signs?" He looked at me obviously in a quandary that Kelly should have avoided I thought, but I did want to know the answer. "No not really, but a woman, an amazingly attractive and sexy one at that alone in that bar sort of says something." "Does it, why?" "Well it is a bit of a singles bar, you know." She smiled, sipped her white wine and went and sat on a stool by the bar, obviously a feature of her evening. "Is it, we didn't know that did we?" I chimed in. Kel smiled at me. "Well I didn't darling, I don't know about you," she said resting her elbows on the bar and leaning back making her dress ride even further up her slender, shapely, bare thighs. "And sitting as you were there Kelly did raise my hopes." "Well Brad," I said topping up his drink "It looks as if your hopes will come true. Yes Kel?" "Mmmm," she sighed looking Brad up and down "It rather looks that way. "Jesus Christ, guys this is amazing," he said croakily. "Well what do you think you two would be doing now if I wasn't here?" "Interesting thought," Brad said. "Mmmmm, very interesting, Well Brad?" Kelly asked clearly giving him an invitation. I felt myself starting to harden. He looked at me; I raised my eyebrows, smiled and inclined my head towards my wife. He walked over to her and stood so that her knees were nearly touching his legs. He whispered something I couldn't hear and then, putting his arms round her neck, he kissed her. It wasn't a peck on the cheek either. No, as his face closed the gap between them I saw my wife tilt her head to one side and as his lips closed around hers, she opened her mouth. It was a full on, mouth open, lips squirming and tongues duelling kiss. I knew exactly what that felt like with her, I knew the smell and her taste. I stood and watched as her arms went round his waist and as his hands slid up and down her back. Their heads were rolling slightly from side to side and their hands were moving quicker and becoming more adventurous. I saw one of his legs pressing right on Kel's closed knees and although nothing happened I guessed it would only be a matter of time before she opened them. I wasn't quite sure how I felt. I know I was excited for I was completely erect, but I also felt left out and a little jealous, but, I reconciled, it was my idea and I did want to see her with another guy so I had to take the rough with the smooth. I poured myself another snifter of brandy watching the amazingly erotic scene unfolding in front of me. One of Kel's hands was on Brad's bum squeezing it and the other was running through his hair. One of his hands slid round from her back and went straight onto her breast. He cupped it and squeezed and she seemed to push herself more firmly against it. Things were hotting up and I loved it. I could already see most of her legs for her skirt was almost at panty level due to the way their kissing had caused her to squirm on the stool and her back was pressed firmly against the bar. As I'd expected, Brad then started to do precisely what I would have done in his position; pushing his leg right against where Kelly's knees were squeezed together. A couple of times as they'd been kissing she had opened her eyes and glanced at me. There was a look in her eyes that I didn't see often. It was part a sort of 'fuck you' look, but also a triumphant stare as if saying 'I'm really the winner.' Perhaps she was, I didn't know for in addition to my recent sexuality confusion I was now totally mixed about my sexual relationship with my wife? As Brad presumably pressed harder with his leg on her closed knees, Kelly stared right into my eyes those looks now even more pronounced as slowly she opened her knees and Brad's leg went between them. I think she must have slid her bum forward a bit on the stool for his leg went right up between hers, onto her thighs, pushing the hem of her skirt even further until his leg, just above the knee, pressed against her white, panty covered mound. Holding my gaze she squeezed her thighs against his leg, closed her eyes, wrapped her arms tightly round his neck and let out a low, deep moan. Then they kissed again, long and passionately. I had to do something, the game was passing me by and I was getting sidelined. Although I had started this by asking if she would let me watch her have sex with another guy, she had upped the anti by suggesting I join in and I intended to do just that. Putting my glass down I walked over to them. I took hold of Kel's shoulders and turned her on the revolving seat of the stool. That brought her back away from the bar towards me. I ran my fingers across her shoulders and looked at Brad who opened his eyes. We held each others gazes. It was the strangest sensation to be standing behind my wife, my fingers stroking her bare shoulders just where they joined her neck, as I looked into the eyes of a man who was kissing her deeply. It hit me then that if we went through with the threesome, there would be many more situations like this, but in them we would all be naked. I started to slide the zip of her dress down. It was one of those that ran from the scooped neckline down to just beneath her waist, right on, I noticed as I slid it all the way down, the white, lacy waistband of her panties, which I could now see was, as usual, a thong. Putting my hands back on her shoulders, but this time on the dress I folded it forward so that slowly and with a bit of difficulty for she had to take her arms out, I was able to let it drop so it bunched round her waist. That exposed her breasts in the white, diaphanous, lacy fringed bra. They and she looked fucking gorgeous. "Jesus James," Brad groaned his eyes taking in my wife's tits, which were very much on view through the gossamer thin fabric of her bra. "Nice aren't they?" I said slipping my hands down and cupping both of them as I felt Kel squirm her back against my hard on. "Absolutely gorgeous," he croaked running the backs of his fingernails across the bare skin above the bra. I took one hand away from her tits and pulled her face round so I could kiss her. She was wonderfully receptive with her lips squirming and her tongue delving deep into my mouth as she usually does when highly aroused, and boy was she aroused. I broke the kiss only for her mouth to then immediately seek Brad's. This rapid switching from mouth to mouth surprised, but also excited me as I suddenly wondered would she soon be swapping cocks as well! Brad's fingers started to push into the cup of her bra easing her boob out and pinching the already nicely erect nipple. I undid her bra and between the three of us we wiggled it off so all of her small, but beautifully shaped tits were bare. They looked great, particularly with another man's hands on them. I got hold of one as Brad fondled the other and as he and Kelly kissed. I squeezed it as I knew she liked and pulled the nipple stretching it to over half an inch from the areola. Brad was more pressing on her other tit, flattening it and then squirming his hand against it. Kel was writhing her upper body and rolling her head from side to side thus breaking contact with Brad's lips. He was, though, still slobbering on her chin and cheeks as I was kissing and licking her forehead. My cock was squashed hard against her back and she was rolling herself against that and then I saw, with a touch of jealousy, her hand reaching out for Brad. She rubbed the very evident bulge in the thin, beige chinos running both hands at once up and down his length. Low moans and groans were coming from her mouth and sighs and grunts from both Brad and me as slowly we all were becoming overcome with the excitement of the situation. "Come on let's go to the bedroom," I croaked. Kel stood up her bra falling away onto the floor, her dress hanging down at the front with the skirt bunched up around her waist. Her tits and the glorious cheeks of her bum with the merest slither of white lace and silk vanishing between them were bare. She looked absolutely fucking awesomely wanton as Brad pulled her to him and kissed her. As we shuffled our way across the sitting room and into the bedroom I stroked her bum and felt marvellously proud when she rubbed my cock through my trousers. I had almost forgotten she was my wife and was more thinking that she was Brad's and mine equally, but then I guess she was really. Ambition Fulfilled We got to the bed and she shrugged her dress off. She very elegantly, considering the extreme excitement of the situation, got onto the bed just in her panties and lay right in the middle of it. Brad and I were side by side and Kel was looking from one to one. She smiled as she raised her bum up from the crisp sheets and started to roll her thong down her legs. Glancing from Brad to me and back again she flashed us a lovely smile showing her five thousand pound veneers and said. "Your turn now boys." I was as excited as I could ever remember, but suddenly I also felt a little shy and unsure of myself. I realised that I was going to have to undress in front of Brad and let him see my nakedness and my fully erect cock. And of course I was going to see and be close to him and his erection. It was so much more intimate than when I had flaunted myself to Peter, the masseur. He seemed less edgy than me and he quickly pulled the polo shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. He had a good tan, a nicely contoured chest and, I noticed, hardly any hair on his chest; was it shaved I wondered? As he undid his belt and zip I unbuttoned my shirt and took that off. We both slid our trousers down at about the same time and stood for a moment in our boxers, his were grey, mine were white, both were CKs. Seemingly avoiding looking at each other as we both stared at Kel who was glancing from Brad to me and back again, we both removed our pants. I saw my wife smile and her eyes widen a little. Was that in anticipation of what was to come I thought? Was she perhaps getting rather more from this than I had selfishly thought she would or was it Brad's cock that was bringing that reaction? Glancing across at him I guessed it was both for he was very well hung indeed being both longer and thicker than my six and bit inch length and two inch diameter. "Come on," Kel said patting the bed either side of her. It was only as we, nowhere near as elegantly as Kel with our erections bobbing around, clambered onto the bed, that the enormity of what we were doing hit me. 'Will it be worth it?' I asked myself thinking back to the threesome we'd had with Kel's work mate. Are we going too far, pushing things further than we should? Fuck knows I concluded looking at my naked wife and this virtual stranger's erect cock moving towards her. We lay either side of Kelly. My heart was pounding as Brad leaned over, kissed her and cupped her breast. I licked the other one and sucked the nipple into my mouth as out of the corner of my eye I saw Kel's fingers wrap round his cock. She rubbed it slowly as low groans slid from her mouth. That did make me feel slightly jealous, but also fucking excited. His head moved to her breast and she turned her's and smiled at me. We kissed. I squeezed her boob and felt enormous gratification when her hand found my cock; she wasn't leaving me out? I glanced down and saw that she was holding a cock in each hand. It was an awesome spectacle. Brad and I kissed and caressed Kel for some time as she intermittently stroked our cocks and balls. It was heady, enjoyable and very stirring stuff although I, certainly and Brad too I suspected, felt rather tense and inhibited by having another man there. However, the way that my wife was groaning and writhing indicated that she didn't feel that way, in fact quite the contrary it seemed. It was odd, but strangely thrilling to be making love to my wife as another man almost replicated my actions with her. It was even odder, but equally strangely exciting to have his rampant erection and naked body so close to me. The confusion, curiosity and sheer buzz flowing through me was so different to anything I had previously experienced. I kissed Kelly again and slid my hand down her body from her tits, across her waist over her flat tummy and onto her landing strip of tawny pubic hair. I wiggled it a bit, but then felt a pang of annoyance as I found the reason for the sudden increase in her excitement. I glanced down and saw that Brad had three fingers up my wife's cunt. Although that hurt a little bit, when I looked at her face and saw the expression of sheer lust and excitement on it, my jealousy turned also to lust and excitement. I could see that she was starting to cum and it was at such times that she usually wanted me to start fucking her. Today was no exception other than it wasn't me she wanted to do that. "Please," she groaned. "Please." "What?" Brad replied obviously unsure of what she meant. Without as much as a glance at me she turned, looked at Brad, kissed him, slid her arm round him, pulled on his shoulders and whispered. "Fuck me." He looked at me enquiringly and I nodded. The combination of jealousy and being left out, with the anticipation of seeing my wife so aroused and begging to be fucked by a virtual stranger was irresistibly exciting. "Yes Brad, fuck her, while I watch," I replied as Kelly held my hand. "Like this," she muttered turning onto her side facing me. "Fuck me like this." Brad lay behind her and I cuddled her, but something was wrong. "No Kel, on your back, I want to see Brad's cock in you," I croaked. She understood right away and turned onto her back. He lay on top of her supporting himself with his straightened arms. I could see his big, compared to my, cock pressing right against my wife's lips. I didn't know whether I was jealous, pleased or ashamed at what we were doing. What I did know was that I found it fucking exciting so I put all other considerations to one side and just went with the flow of lust that was pervading the room. Kelly looked right into my eyes. It was almost a look of triumph as though she was celebrating something. It made me wonder which of us wanted this more and it convinced me that this could not be the first time she had fucked outside our marriage, but then why not, I did; goose and gander and all that? Looking right into my eyes she opened her legs and raised her knees; what a fucking horny sight that was! Brad, still supporting himself on his straightened arms, shrugged his hips and surged forwards. Her mouth came open and she shut her eyes tightly. She grunted as his cock slid right up her cunt; it hardly seemed possible that it could take his girth, but she did and easily, or so it seemed. He slowly let himself down so that their bodies were squashed together and her tits vanished against his muscular, tanned hairy chest. He put his arms round her back, pulled her more tightly to him and then started to fuck my wife. The sight of his thick cock sliding up Kelly was something that will stay with me until I die. He looked to be a good lover. He wasn't hurried, yet he kept up a reasonable pace. He wasn't aggressive, but mixed slow, languid surges with faster, deeper thrusts. He wasn't impatient, but took his time. He wasn't selfish, but involved Kelly all the time, kissing and touching her, whispering nice little things in her ears and making sure that he took her with him on every stage of their intimate journey. "Ok?" He asked, pushing deep into her and holding himself rigid letting her squirm on his hardness, which she worryingly eagerly did. "Oh yes," she breathed looking from him to me and smiling. "You sure Kel?" He asked slightly annoying me by using my pet name for her. "Very, very sure," she replied huskily, before moulding her mouth to his, kissing him deeply and running her hand down his back and grabbing the cheek of his arse. I worried myself a bit when looking at my wife's slim fingers gripping Brad I thought what a nice arse he had. Did I want to touch it? I didn't know for sure. As they kissed she opened an eye and caught my glance. She held her other hand out to me and I moved over and grabbed it. We squeezed each others hands and she pulled me closer. I didn't get what she wanted at first and she sort of shook her head in frustration still pulling my wrist. I wiggled closer and then got it as she took hold of my cock, pulling me upwards. I let myself go with her pressure and realised that she was pulling me towards her mouth. She and Brad wiggled their bodies a little as he looked over his shoulder and saw what was happening. "Oh yes man," he groaned moving to one side bit, but remaining firmly in Kelly. She tried getting to me, but couldn't. "Hold on," Brad said pulling himself out of her, the sudden release making Kelly gasp. He quickly slid behind her, grabbed her leg lifted it and slipped into her from behind. "Ok Kel, be easier like this," he said his hands reaching round her and cupping her tits. She was able to bend forward a little and licked the length of my cock before taking it into her mouth. I was trying to get to her tits, but kept finding Brad's hands there, the touching was strange. I slid easily into my wife's mouth or, more to the point, she easily slid me in there. Kelly gives great head, showing lots of imagination as she sucks and licks; it isn't just like having your dick in a cunt that is inanimate for her mouth, lips and tongue are moving all the time. With one hand holding my cock and the other cradling, stroking and gently squeezing my balls, it wasn't long before I started to well up. As my balls started to tingle and those gorgeous, orgasmic feelings began to seep through my body I, at first, felt a little embarrassed for Brad's face was only a foot or so away from where my cock was buried in my wife's mouth. But as I heard him groaning and saw his gritted teeth and his eyes opening and closing the embarrassment left me. We were all deeply in this together. At the same time I could see that Brad was pumping in and out of Kelly and from her writhings I guessed she was near. I grabbed her head and pushed my fingers into her hair. "Oh Kel, that's so good," I groaned. She gurgled something as I squeezed one breast and Brad the other. "Come on Kel," he grunted "I'm so near." I flopped out of her mouth as she gasped back. "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes," as she started to cum. "Come on Brad, cum I'm there." "Oh fucking hell, yes," he grunted. Holding his body rigid he followed that with a deep long growl as clearly he shot his load into my wife. At the same time she was now pumping my cock with her hand for her bodily convulsions made continual mouth contact impossible. I could feel it welling up. "Where Kel?" I asked. She knew what I meant and, pulling my cock nearly horizontal to the bed, she placed her face in front and slightly beneath the tip of my cock just in time for me to shoot all over my wife's face.