Carol

by Bridy McAvoy

  Carol beckoned him toward her and, like an automaton, he obeyed. As he came close she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her naked body up against his clothed one and kissed him soundly. Without conscious thought his arms circled her back and pul ed her even tighter in towards him. Her leg came up off the ground and perched on his thigh, inviting him to lower his hand to her backside to support it. Such an invitation was not going to be refused and Jim obliged by dropping both hands to maul the cheeks of her delicious ass. The couch was only a couple of steps away. Suddenly they were sprawling on it with Jim on top and Carol, her legs splayed lewdly apart, beneath him.

  Carol brought her hands in between them and pushed at his chest to tel him to lift up slightly. When he did, she literal y tore at the buttons on his shirt to expose his chest and dropped her hands further to the waistband of his trousers to undo the button and push the zip down. With the clothing loosened, she reached inside and grasped his shaft, freeing it from its confines, ready for her to confine it in herself.

  She guided his pleasure instrument directly to her own and he unerringly plunged into her hot, willing and wet cavity. All the while the camera continued to click off shots at exactly one per second, capturing the moments as they frantical y coupled.

  It was never going to last long and as the frantic couple strained towards their moment of hopeful y joint climax neither heard the front door to the studio open. They were too engrossed to notice when Marcia came through the connecting door into the studio. They were at the point of no return.

  As Jim grunted out his own pleasure, Carol added her voice to his, both oblivious to the presence of another person—his wife, her friend—as she stood a few feet away, careful to stay out of camera shot, with an amused smile on her face.

  As they came down from their mutual peak and began to separate, Carol suddenly spotted Marcia standing there and her face froze in a mask of silent horror.

  “Oh, shit!” Jim’s reaction was slightly more animate as he scrambled off Carol’s prostrate form and attempted to pull his clothing back into some semblance of order before facing his wife shamefacedly.

  Marcia threw her head back and laughed delightedly at the couple’s discomfiture.

  “See, Carol, I told you he could provide a full service make over!”

  About the Author

  My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tel you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.