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throat. Was it just her or was Shanti.....
"Why don't you lie down so I can give you a full massage."
Claire felt Shanti's hands slide the straps over her shoulders and pull
the
nightgown down to her waist. As Claire lay face down, her arms folded
under
her head, she felt Shanti slip the gown down and off.
"Oh, I..." she started.
"Yes?" asked the Creole.
"Nothing," said the now naked woman as Shanti spread wonderfully warm
oil on
her back and legs and began sensuously rubbing in the oil from neck to
waist.
"So you think everyone needs a little excitement in their lives?" asked
Claire, picking up the conversation again.
"Don't you?" replied Shanti, her hands now moving tantalizingly up and
down
the older woman's legs, working in the oil and working Claire's
temperature
upward as well.
"I'd be afraid..."
"Being afraid is what keeps ninety-nine percent of the people in the
world
from doing what they would really like to do."
"But how..."
"First, by recognizing your needs and desires and secondly by having the
courage to act upon them."
Shanti's hand found Claire's buttocks and began kneading.
Claire burned. She had never been touched like this by a woman. Shanti's
massage was not only pleasurable, but was proving to be erotic and
exciting
as well. Claire felt her nipples; grow hard as Shanti's fingers worked
their
way down her anal cleavage, briefly touching pubic hair. Feeling a bit
wicked, her breathing becoming more rapid, Claire spread her legs just
slightly.
Shanti's hand was not long in again finding the forbidden area and this
time
her fingers momentarily made contact with labial lips.
It was electrifying. As much as Claire knew what was happening was wrong,
she did not want it to stop because it was exciting, it was erotic and it
was forbidden.
"We should all let ourselves go once in a while....just let it happen."
"Even when we know we shouldn't?"
"Especially then!" said Shanti.
"You're sure?" asked Claire, her voice full of trepidation, yet driven by
need, "even something we've never tried before?"
"That is the best of all," smiled Shanti, her finger finding the woman's
nest and slowly penetrating to find Claire's small mound of joy.
Claire's fears were suddenly overwhelmed by her own lustful desires. She
grunted, then began thrusting as Shanti rammed her finger as far into the
woman as possible, then brought it back to the clit for a rapid
stimulation
or two before ramming it deeply into Claire again. She kept her finger in
the woman as Claire rolled over onto her back.
Still thrusting, Claire pulled the chemise off her seductress. Hands
found
breasts and suddenly she felt the fire of Shanti's lips upon her own,
soft,
sensuous and strong as Shanti's tongue forced open Claire's lips and
violated her willing mouth. Shanti's other hand found Claire's breast
just
in time to feel the nipple suddenly harden.
"Oh!.....Oh!.....Oh Shanti!" cried Claire as the orgasmic deluge rushed
over
her. Shanti's fingers kept up their pace and twice more the housewife's
body
shivered uncontrollably with delight.
"Oh Shanti, I shouldn't have done this!" whined Claire.
Recognizing the game which Claire wanted, seemed to need to play, Shanti
straddled Claire's body.
Claire looked into Shanti's eyes, her own afire with frenzied desire.
"You're going to punish me, aren't you?"
"Of course, what did you expect?"
Shanti grabbed two strings of leather from the nightstand and tied each
of
Claire's hands to a corner of the headboard.
"What are you going to do with me?" asked the obedient slave.
"You've had you fun, now it's my turn," replied Shanti, moving up to
place
her nest close to Claire's mouth.
"No! No!" cried Claire playing out the game.
Two vicious slaps across the face and the housewife was quivering, not
just
with pain and fear, but with sexual excitement.
"You're a tramp Claire! You pretend to love your husband, but at the
first
opportunity you jump into bed with whoever comes along."
"Yes, you're right," she whined, "I'm no good."
"A slut! A whore!" cried Shanti.
"Yes, I deserve whatever I get. Punish me!" Two more slaps across the
face
and Shanti buried her nest in Claire's mouth. The older woman knew
nothing
of oral sex with a woman, but her willing tongue found its way into her
seductress turned dominatrix and before long Shanti's body was
convulsing.
"Eat me bitch!" commanded the Creole.
Claire redoubled her efforts as she tasted a female orgasm for the first
time.
"Like it, don't you?" sneered Shanti, still playing her role.
"Yes! Yes!" breathed Claire as Shanti untied her and lay down on her
back.
"Then you'll give and take," said the darker skinned beauty as Claire
swung
across Shanti's body to straddle her, each now facing the other's nest.
Claire lowered her mouth to Shanti's nest as her own labial lips felt
first
a passionate kiss and then the younger woman's tongue. Passion was
instantly
renewed and both women orgasmed repeatedly.
As Claire climaxed for the sixth time, Shanti, unknown to Claire,
motioned
to the door, which suddenly burst open.
"Claire!"
"Wha....."
The bright flash both startled and momentarily blinded the housewife.
Drummond Walker stood looking at the two naked women, camera in hand, as
they still lay in the classic mouth to nest position.
"Drummond, I......" cried Claire, almost comically reaching to cover
herself
with a corner of the bedspread. She rapidly began to climb off of
Shanti's
face and recover some degree of dignity.
"NO!" shouted Drummond, freezing his wife astride of her lover. "You may
as
well stay where you are! I've seen everything there is to see!"
"Oh Drummond," cried Claire, the tears beginning to flow.
"Obviously you didn't plan on my getting finished at the plant early," he
said, his voice icy.
"This is my fault," said Shanti, playing her part as she lifted Claire
off
her far enough to speak. "I said she should experiment, experience
something
new."
"And did you like it Claire?" he sneered, amazed at how well Shanti had
planned this encounter.
"I... I... yes... but..."
Claire's head hung in dejection and shame, her voice was weak, ashamed.
"So, what shall I do with you Claire?"
Visions of recrimination, divorce, being declared an unfit mother, losing
the children drove her to repent, to gain forgiveness at whatever the
cost.<
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"I came back early to surprise you with a romantic evening," spat the
"enraged" husband, "but obviously you had other plans!"
"Oh God, I'm so sorry Drummond! I'll do anything to make it up to you!"
"How do you make up something like this?" he shouted as he held up the
instant print, the image beginning to develop.
"But when...?"
"I could hear the two of you as I came up the stairs. You sounded like
two
animals in heat!" Claire hung her head in shame.
"So I peeked in to find my wife... the mother of my children, fornicating
with our housekeeper and a mulatto for God's sake!"
"I... I don't know what came over me!" wailed Claire.
"Well here, let me show you!" snarled Drummond, showing her the print now
fully developed.
"Drummond I....."
"You're a whore Claire! A slut! You whored around years ago and now
you're
whoring around again! You belong on a street corner or in a cheap hotel
room!"
"I'm sorry Drummond! I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"
"How Claire? How can you possibly make this up to me?"
"Hurt me in any way you wish, Drummond! I deserve it! I will gladly
accept
whatever punishment you give me! I'll do whatever you say!"
"Then you shall pay!" pronounced Drummond, unbuckling his belt.
Claire, suddenly realizing that her husband was sexually excited as much
as
angry, saw a desperate chance to save herself, her marriage, her family.
"Yes, anything, ANYTHING!" she wailed as the belt smacked smartly across
her
back.
"I'm contemptible, vile and repulsive," she cried as the lashes
continued.
"Ready for the real punishment?" he smirked, full of satisfaction as he
pushed her over into Shanti's nest once again. With Shanti's mouth
covering
her nest and her rear now high in the air, Claire suddenly realized what
the
price of forgiveness was to be. The whipping had excited her, but the
fear
in her voice was real.
"I don't think I can....."
"You'd better or you can start walking!" he almost shouted as he stood by
the bed inches away from her rear. He held up the photo for her to see.
All
too graphically, she and Shanti were plainly identifiable. She reached
for
the picture, but Drummond snatched it away.
"A small price to pay for my keeping this picture away from the kids and
a
divorce court, wouldn't you say?"
At Drummond's command, Shanti's tongue began to feast upon her clitoris,
which, added to her already aroused state from the whipping and what was
at
stake, brought Claire to resignation.
"It's yours!" she cried as she bent over again, buried her tongue into
Shanti and trembled in fearful expectation.
Drummond had already applied the lubricant so a single violent thrust
sent
him completely into her. She screamed, but the screams were smothered in
Shanti's nest. The pain was excruciating as the frustration of years of
denial were vented in his wife's anus. She felt as if a red hot poker
were
searing its way through her. She screamed again as he began strong, deep
thrusts, but the pain quickly turned exhilarating and soon her
masochistic
compulsions were driving her both downward into Shanti's mouth and
backward
to receive her anal punishment.
Drummond and Claire's orgasms were simultaneous. She felt his semen, hot
within her rectum. As he pulled away, she fell over onto the bed.
"Your ass is tight, Claire, tight and satisfying. From now on you'll bend
over and give it to me whenever I want.
Understood? "Yes," was her weak, tearful reply.
"But you know, you're right Claire, we should experiment, try something
different!" He motioned aggressively to Shanti to come to the edge of the
bed. She looked to Claire who lowered her head in silent helplessness.
Drummond could hardly contain his mirth as he held out his semi-erect
rod.
Shanti took it deeply and began sucking as Claire turned away in shame.
"I think I'm going to like this housekeeper, Claire!" He was throbbing
again
in seconds and pushed the Creole backward on the bed beside his wife.
"Now let's see how different it can be!" he said, motioning for Shanti to
spread her legs.
"Mrs. Walker!" cried Shanti to Claire in mock horror. She spread her legs
and closed her eyes. Drummond almost laughed when Claire grabbed the
girl's
hand as if to comfort her.
He buried himself completely in the young housekeeper, who issued cries
of
pain and anguish, much to the chagrin of Claire and to the hidden
amusement
of herself and Drummond.
"He's raping me, Claire! Please, make him stop!" She looked up to her
husband who's eye momentarily caught hers.
"Not a word Claire or you both walk!" Silently weeping, she squeezed
Shanti's hand, her own soul racked with guilt that she would sacrifice
this
woman to save herself.
"Oh God! he's too big! He's ripping me apart!" cried Shanti, Drummond's
smile of admiration for her acting being taken for sadistic glee by
Claire.
"Drummond, please!" she pleaded.
"Shut up slut! You had your fun. Now it's my turn!" Again there were
screams
and cries from the Creole as if her body were being torn apart, but it
was
Claire's soul which was being rent asunder.
Finally, after what Claire thought an interminable time, Drummond gasped,
clinching his teeth, his eyes closing involuntarily as his body convulsed
several times.
Shanti threw her hands over her eyes and began weeping, or so Claire
thought.
Drummond withdrew and stood looking down at the two woman.
"How could you?" asked Claire.
"And how could the two of you do what you did? Just remember Claire, you
did
it first and you did it behind my back!" She could no longer meet his
eyes.
Her head slumped in dejection and defeat. Drummond winked at Shanti, who
smiled conspiratorially.
"You want to experiment? All right, we'll experiment!
Shanti, from now on, you'll start sleeping with us whenever we want!"
Shanti
looked to Claire, whose eyes were filled with anguish, but who said
nothing.
"And while we're at it, Shanti, you will find another woman for me, is
that
clear?"
"Drummond...!" gasped Claire.
"Keep quiet and I'll let you keep your little French- chocolate pastry
here," he said motioning to Shanti.
"You... you want me to find a woman to come to your bed?" asked Shanti in
feigned shock.
"Yes and I want her by tomorrow night!"
"But... but that isn't much time."
"She'd better be young and pretty and......" he said looking at Claire,
"a
fantastic fuck! If not," he said to Claire while nodding toward Shanti,
"I'll take this little chocolate delight for myself and give you your
walking papers!" Claire broke into uncontrollable sobs. Shanti's
comforting
did little good.
"Yeah," he said, "I think I'm going to like this experimenting a lot! As
for
now," he said, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, "entertain
me!"
Three bodies twisted and churned in carnal carnage until the early
morning
hours when Drummond and Shanti fell asleep from exhaustion. Claire
thought
to retrieve and destroy the photo while Drummond slept, but she was lying
between Drummond's legs and every time she tried to move, he would begin
to
awaken.
Claire Walker cried most of the rest of the night, partly from the
physical
pain and cramping as Drummond had taken her rectally twice more. it was,
however, the emotional pain of what this indiscretion had already cost
and
more importantly, what the future costs might be, which tormented her the
most.
CHAPTER EIGHT