Modern Love story. Chapter 14.

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We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me and said that she would make the tea. She slipped out of bed, into her little green camisole and disappeared into the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a tray on which there were three cups. She looked like a little French maid, except that she wasn't wearing the frilly knickers; in fact she wasn't wearing any knickers. She gave me a cup and said that she would take Carl's in personally, the notional reason being so that she could check how his hand was. I guessed that Carl would be pleasantly surprised. You don't often get a semi-naked nurse paying that much attention to a minor injury, even with a private medical scheme like BUPA!

Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the bathroom shaving. She came in and kissed me on my cheek. She ran some water in the bidet and as she douched herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain was likely to clear up in the afternoon. She then showered and was still drying herself when she joined me in the bedroom, looking for something to wear.

We realized after the first morning that Carl didn't wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to 'do in Rome what the Romans do', but the rain had cooled things down considerably. Kelly felt rather cold, the erect state of her nipples providing ample evidence of the fact. She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow tee shirt that just about covered her bottom. She was about to slip some knickers on as well, but I intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I could manage.

"Surely," I asked, "it is not that cold is it?"

It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a pair of shorts. The double standards involved did not go unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of her generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my pleasure. The three of us breakfasted in the kitchen and watched the rain beating down on the terraced area outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the bank in Cala D'or, and I asked if I could go with him, as it would give me the chance to change some traveler's cheques and to hire a car for a couple of days.

We finished our breakfast and Carl got up from the table. He went into his room to get the documentation for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just had to don a tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were ready to go. Kelly declined the invitation to come with us because she wanted to wash a few things and write some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the opportunity to put on some knickers on and warm herself up.

The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the rain as Carl and I drove into town. We were unable to park outside the bank and the nearest spot we could find was at least fifty meters away. Fortunately we were outside a bar so we went in. I ordered two beers and we waited for the rain to ease. I noticed his bruised knuckles and I asked him how his hand was.

He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it "It's fine thanks, Ben. Look I'm sorry about last night." He must have seen the surprised look on my face. "I mean about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass."

"Carl, you don't need to apologies. You know what Kelly said to you yesterday, so as far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely nothing for you to apologize for. Anyway, apart from your hand, I presume everything else is okay."

"Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife's the sexiest woman I've ever known!" He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Ben? How is it that you never get jealous when she's with me?"

"You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed woman. She needs sex frequently. And it is a real need, Carl, make no mistake. You fulfill that need; we both know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I've heard all the bollocks about it's not what you've got; it's the way that you use it. Kelly's even told me that herself, but she was sparing my feelings.

I believe that size does matter, at least as far as she is concerned, and I know I can't satisfy her in the way that you can. But that's all you are doing, Carl, you're satisfying her sexual needs. She is fond of you, of course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical one. I would certainly be jealous if she loved you but she doesn't; she loves me. So, why should I be jealous? You tell me." I looked out of the window at the rain. It showed no sign of abating.

Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. "So, what you are saying, Ben, is that Kelly only wants me for my body." He smiled ruefully. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm not complaining. But there's no way I'd let her screw around if she were my..."

I angrily interrupted him. "Hang on, Carl! Kelly is screwing you... only you! She is not screwing around and I don't like to hear you say that she is."

He apologized at once. "I'm really sorry, Ben. Of course I didn't mean to imply that Kelly was screwing around. I only meant to say that I could not be as generous, as altruistic, if you like, as you are, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised the subject."

My anger had passed. "Okay, Carl, apology accepted. Coming back to what you meant to say, then." There was a pause as I tried to get my thoughts together. "Hell, Carl, I'm really speaking from the heart, here. It has got nothing to do with altruism."

I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high motives for my behavior. "But the word sounds similar. Troilus is the actual name for it. And the definition of Troilus is a third person deriving sexual pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. "And it's a real turn on, believe me. So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as Kelly wants it to."

Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"

I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to ensure my happiness but no doubt he'd find that out for himself. Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so we took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank. And by the time we'd left some twenty minutes later it had stopped altogether and the sun was shining. Carl then drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it for a couple of days I went the whole hog; automatic, air conditioning and power steering. I arranged for it to be delivered the following day.

We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the freshly percolated coffee as soon as we stepped inside. Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got up and poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then went straight to his bedroom, returning barely a minute later. Barely was the operative word, he was completely naked when he came back into the kitchen.

We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of the bougainvillea, when the rain returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get soaked going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out a pizza whilst Kelly prepared a salad. I laid the table and organized the wine. Considering the lunch was rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I was taking my wine waiter duties quite seriously, ensuring our glasses were never empty.

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We were on our second bottle and were all in a happy frame of mind by the time we'd finished eating. Kelly tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She could barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious anyway. I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for Carl's weather forecasting!

Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and went over to the sofa to sit down. Carl had some paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. Kelly was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was also feeling randy. I'd no sooner sat down than she was kissing me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and groping me through the thin material of my shorts.

I looked over my shoulder; Carl, who had his back to us, seemed preoccupied with his paperwork so I surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang free but it wasn't free for long! She had already grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And she continued holding it until it was sheathed in her hot velvet fanny. She was pleased with herself, that much was evident from her manner, a manner suggestive of a cat that had taken all the cream.

Carl had his back to us and was apparently unaware of what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because it was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I didn't want our activity to be too blatant so I pulled down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much as possible.

I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina rhythmically contracted around my dick and I closed my eyes so that I could better savor them. Then I felt her hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up our wine glasses from the occasional table. Kelly took her glass, which had been half-full and drained it. Carl looked up from the table.

"More wine?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer but walked round the table carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly aware of our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our discussion outside the bank, he stood very close to Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. His penis was hanging directly in front of her face. Difficult to disregard at the best of times, it was impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too well. He knew she would react, but he didn't know how.

Just as well really. Because she bit it; and rather harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only been joking, of course, but she'd had four glasses of wine. He yelled and quickly stepped back so as to be out of range. She hadn't hurt him that much; it was his pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been wounded. No one spoke for a moment.

"Kelly," I tried not to laugh, "I think you'll find that Carl said, 'more wine' not 'gnaw mine!'"

Carl smiled through the pain. "Oh come on Ben, it's an easy mistake for a girl to make!"

She looked sheepishly at Carl. "I'm really sorry about that, Carl. I didn't mean to hurt you, honestly. Come back here and I'll kiss it better. I won't bite it, I promise." No one would turn down an offer like that and Carl was certainly not going to. He returned, now standing so close to the two of us that I could feel his knee on my thigh. Kelly was as good as her word. It began to get better as soon as she held it in her hand.

It continued to make good progress when she kissed it. And once it was in her mouth recovery was complete. This much was self-evident; even her cheek was beginning to bulge as she sought to contain his growing erection. She gave up the unequal contest, but she continued holding his rigid shaft, concerned, maybe, that without such care and attention, it would suffer a relapse and soften. "Does that feel better, now?" she asked him.

He grimaced. Talk about laying it on with a trowel! "It's a bit better now, thank you, but I think it still needs more treatment." I honestly don't know how he managed to keep a straight face. This was really pathetic!

His erection was jutting up above her face and she had to gently pull the tip down to get it back into her mouth. And then came her piece de resistance. She placed both hands on my shoulders and proceeded to raise herself off my dick. And as she raised herself off mine so would she take more of his in her mouth. And then, as she sank back on mine, more of his appeared. She had deliberately skewered herself on our dicks and she appeared to be in a seventh heaven.

Although she would occasionally look up at Carl, her attention was mainly fixed on me. I think that she was trying to see just how excited she could make me. I would have told her had she asked. It was unbelievably erotic and I was on the verge of ejaculation. I was desperately trying to delay the moment, mentally reciting Arsenal's cup winning team of 1971. I had got up to 'Geordie' Armstrong when Kelly stopped moving. She had been forced to call a halt; her jaw was aching too much for her to continue.

I suggested we go into our bedroom because it would be more comfortable. Kelly nodded and immediately stood up. I got to my feet too, glad to be able to stretch my legs and glad to afford my rigid cock the opportunity to cool off! I turned to Kelly and kissed her. My tongue was immediately in her mouth. Perhaps I was subconsciously reclaiming the territory that had just been invaded by Carl's dick! I undid the button at the top of my shorts and I stepped out of them. I also took off my tee shirt.

I handed Kelly her wine and she took a sip before she walked into the bedroom. Carl and I followed, catching alluring glimpses of her delightful bum as the hem of the tee shirt moved with every stride. She sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her wine glass on the bedside table. She removed her tee shirt, and gave us both a big smile as she did so. I sensed she wanted us both at the same time. It was clear that she would be more comfortable accommodating me in her mouth, so I took control.

I lay down on my back with my feet towards the pillow and Kelly, doing exactly as I'd asked, positioned herself over me, as if we were about to have oral sex together. Carl immediately knelt down behind her with his knees just inside and slightly behind hers. He grasped her hips and his erect penis sought out the delicate pink petals of her entrance. But Kelly was impatient, and had already reached down between her legs in order to guide him into her.

It was fascinating to watch her soft flesh open up and to see his great thickness slowly sink into her. To sink into her until their pubic hairs meshed and only his heavy hairy balls, dangling in my face, were visible. And then I felt her lips around my cock. Kelly tried to take the whole of me in her mouth, but she had to give up when she began to gag. I suggested that she leave me alone for a moment because I didn't want to cum too soon.

Carl now slowly withdrew his shaft, heavily smeared with Kelly's lubrication, until only his bulbous crown remained in her. I marveled at Kelly's inner lips, dilated so as to be almost diaphanous, yet still clinging limpet like to his shaft, and holding him fast. Her clitoris had never been more prominent and the succulent pink inner flesh, swimming in her lubrication had never looked more delicious. I looked at her engorged outer labia lips.

I had never previously noticed that one was slightly thicker than the other but such beauty is rarely perfectly symmetrical. I studied the smooth tanned skin of her inner thighs and the white crease lines in her groin. I observed the soft and shiny black curly hair of her pubis. I could see where she had depilated her bikini line, and where the new growth was just beginning to appear. I wanted to kiss, to suck and to taste every little bit of her but Carl was already sliding back into
her depths.

His actions were somewhat slow and deliberate and I felt that he was putting on a show for me, a live sex show with my wife as his co-star. Their performance went on for about five minutes or so before he disengaged himself from her completely. Then he sat back on his haunches so that I could have an uninterrupted view of my wife's adorable fanny. But now, instead of the soft pink flesh there was just a black hole leading into her core.

She was, if anything, even more irresistible. I was like a man possessed as I sucked and licked her fleshy labia and clitoris. I heard Kelly groaning with pleasure before she again took me in her mouth. However I sensed she would prefer Carl to resume fucking her, so I ceased my oral ministrations and rested my head on the bed once more. I had no sooner done so than Carl was again inside her. Only this time it was patently obvious he meant business.

The earlier slow motion fuck had clearly been for my benefit, but this one was for his. This was a proper fuck, and the speed and power of his thrusts was increasing all the time. With each deep thrust his hard flat stomach collided with the soft roundness of her backside, and the resulting shock waves spread through her whole body and caused her mouth to judder on my cock.

In fact she had to release me because she was concerned she would inadvertently bite me. (To bite one cock accidentally was bad enough; she could never live down biting two!) It was a blessing in disguise because it allowed me to concentrate more fully on what was happening just inches from my very eyes.

My ears were assailed with different sounds, the sticky slurping noises as Carl partly withdrew from her, the thwack of flesh against flesh as he drove back in, and the disembodied grunts and groans, as Kelly and Carl gave voice to their sensual delight. Kelly's buttocks were reddening from the constant impact, but she was oblivious to it, in fact she was oblivious to everything.

Her whole universe was centered on her vagina and on the incredibly powerful tool that was driving into it with such fierce energy. Carl gave a last thrust and I sensed him straining to get even deeper as his semen spurted into her. Kelly felt that he was trying to split her in two and this brought on her own climax. A moment or so later it was all over. Carl withdrew from her, and I heard him say that he'd leave us alone together. Then I heard the door shut and there was silence for a moment before Kelly spoke.

"What was it that you said, Ben? Oh! I remember. That you wanted me to be full of his cum? You did say that, didn't you? Well, do you think I'm full enough, now?"

She lowered her gaping, matted and spunk filled vagina to my face and I drank from her well. Then I felt her lips around me once more. But this time I was neither inclined nor able to hold back and I ejaculated long and hard into her greedy mouth. And such was her sexual excitement that she swallowed it, too. Well they do say that exchange is no robbery!