Modern Love story. Chapter 21.

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I watched Kelly's head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. Then they changed places. She had her legs over his shoulders as he lapped at her hot wet open fanny. Because of the static camera angle her face was in profile but I could tell she was very close to a climax.

He stopped licking her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Carl. I do. I want it now." God, she sounded desperate for it.
"All in good time, Kelly." And then he was beckoning to someone. Jeff suddenly appeared! He was naked.
"Well, Kelly, what a coincidence! We were only talking about Jeff a moment ago and guess what? He's here." I heard a strangled, "No!" and then I saw Carl grab hold of her legs and bury his face in her vagina. She was kicking backwards with her heels but it was obvious that her resistance was weakening as his tongue was again working its magic on her clitoris. Soon she stopped struggling altogether. Carl broke off once more to speak to her.
"Kelly, this is your lucky day. Jeff here is prepared to fuck you, but you'll have to ask him nicely. You know you will ask him because you will do anything I want as long as I lick that clitoris of yours, won't you?"

Jeff was standing close by, watching her intensely and slowly stroking his erection.

"Yes."
"Just for the record, Kelly, are you here under duress?"
"No."
"Are you free to go if you want to?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go?"
"No."
"Why is that, Kelly? Is it because you are a tart?"
"Yes."
"Say it again. Tell Jeff and me that you're a tart. We want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."

Jeff butted in. Gone was any attempt at charm, however superficial. His misogyny was evident in his coarseness.
 
"Don't you mean the whore's mouth?"
Kelly's voice was flat, her spirit broken. "I'm a tart."
"And are you going to ask Jeff to fuck you?"
"Yes."
;
She looked at him, at his paunch, at his flabby backside and at his thin erection, which he was still stroking. He was nothing to write home about that's for sure. But she knew Carl's assessment of her was spot on.
 
"Fuck me, Jeff."
"I didn't hear you say, please."

It was Jeff. The sheer arrogance of the man! What the hell did he have to be so arrogant about, anyway? The fat fucker! It was, alas, a description that was soon to prove to be only too apposite!

"Please."
 

 

Carl had already moved the seat out of the way so Jeff only had to stand between her open legs. He pushed himself into my wife and began to shaft her. The man who gave my wife the creeps was now giving her something else. And it certainly wasn't a good time! Meanwhile Carl was standing on the other side of the table, feeding his dick to Kelly's open mouth.

"Jesus, Carl," he said, "She's a bit on the loose side, isn't she? How many more women are you going to spoil for me?"
"Let's change places then, Jeff."

No sooner said than done! Carl's cock immediately replaced Jeff's, but unlike Jeff, he was also using his thumb to stimulate her clitoris as he fucked her. As always, this quickly brought her to the very brink of an orgasm. And Kelly's inhibitions were rapidly diminishing, in inverse proportion to her sexual arousal. Jeff was now standing by her head and there was only a half-hearted attempt to turn away as he thrust his erection in her face. Whatever feeble resistance there had been, dissipated the moment she felt his sticky crown on her lips. No effort was required on his part to slide it into her mouth. She grasped his shaft, perhaps in an effort to ensure he could not push the whole length down her throat, and then she began to masturbate him. And despite her adverse opinion of him, there was no indication whatsoever that she was doing this with any reluctance. She sucked him and continued to do so until he started to cum. It was only then that she released him. He must have been incredibly aroused because he seemed to go on and on.

I watched great wads of his sperm spattering her face and her hair. One particularly large strand hit her eyelid and she had to wipe it away with her forefinger.

And then it was Carl's turn. He pulled out of her vagina, walked round the table and positioned himself so that his cock was only inches from Kelly's face. He was masturbating furiously. The camera angle had changed too! It was obvious when I thought about it later. Jeff, having ejaculated, was now operating the video camera once more. And then Carl's spunk exploded on to her. When he had finished Jeff zoomed in to her face. She had semen everywhere, on her forehead, on her cheeks, on her nose, on her chin, she even had it on her teeth!
 

"Smile, Kelly," I heard Carl say, "You're on Candid Camera!"

But my beautiful wife wasn't smiling. On the contrary, she was weeping. And she wasn't the only one. I switched off the video and wiped my eyes. Of course! It was all so obvious in retrospect, why he had bought the villa and why it was so secluded. It was a perfect location for filming. That explained Jeff. That explained the Californian connection. I tried to collect my thoughts. One thing was certain. Kelly must never know about the video. I remembered her demeanor when she'd arrived home from Majorca. No wonder she was unhappy. Carl and Jeff had creamed on her that very morning! And she'd said something about... now, what was it? Yes I remember. "No one felt degraded in fantasies." She'd obviously felt terribly humiliated. And in an effort to make her understand that she was not a tart I had depicted a pattern of behavior, the very pattern that she had just exhibited on the video! But I could not blame her for it; it was all my fault and there was no denying it.

That was a year ago. We have moved on a long way since then. Our adopted daughter, Petra, has given us more joy than we could ever have imagined and Kelly and I have never been happier. I love Kelly so much that it is hard to put into words. And I honestly believe that she loves me in return. I am so lucky to have her for my wife. But now I tell other people, before they tell me! And our sex life is fantastic too, so good in fact that my collection of porn videos is superfluous and is gathering dust in the loft. However there is one video that I do watch from time to time. It seems to exert a malign influence over me and I find myself drawn to it. I think of it as my secret video, a secret shared only by me, by Carl, by Jeff and by a few hundred other men! When I watch it, I imagine that I am married to a porn star and it never fails to get me going.

As for Carl I have had no further communication from him and I hope it stays that way. Our circle of friends has increased significantly since we adopted Petra. Do any of them watch videos? Who knows? But of those that do, what are the chances of any of them seeing Kelly's video? Surely the odds must be a million to one, at least. But if someone of our acquaintance had seen it, how would I ever know? Would you tell your friend that you'd seen his wife in a porn movie?