The Carol Project
written by:
bobfr

The Carol Project

by bobfr

(This is an expanded and re-edited version of a story posted in a different category.)

Chapter 1, Cultivating and Planting

It was a bitter-cold, January Friday in Cincinnati. Brad Taylor sat in his small, spartan office and found himself thinking about a seed. He remembered how it had grown in his fertile mind, occupying more and more of his thinking, maturing into a fully developed idea, an idea that within just a few hours would be harvested.

He knew the exact moment that the tiny seed had been planted in his cultivated brain. It was planted that day, more than three months ago, when Darrel Thomas, who occupied a nearly identical office next to his, stuck his head in Brad's office doorway and said excitedly, "hey buddy, come on over, you gotta see this."

Brad had worked with Darrel for more than five years and knew immediately that Darrel had been surfing the net for porn and must have found something special. Darrel wasn't stupid enough to do this on the company's internet, he had his own big screen laptop with a cell modem so it wouldn't show up on his company computer activity. Nevertheless, both men knew for sure that Darrel was violating at least one corporate policy because it was done on company time.

"Hang on a sec man, I've got to finish this spreadsheet," Brad said as he worked at his own computer for a few more minutes. The international consumer products company he and Darrel worked for as project specialists, bought chemicals by the ton, added fragrance - and for some products also flavoring - packaged them, and then aggressively promoted and sold them by the ounce all over the world, raking in billions in the process. Buying ingredients by the ton, adding a little value and reselling a finished product by the ounce, was a sure fire way for big shareholders and management at the very top to get immensely rich. That wasn't something, however, with which either Darrel, or Brad, had to concern himself.

A few minutes later Brad walked into Darrel's office. "Whatcha got Darrel?" Brad asked.

"Grab a seat and take a look at this," said the giant black man as he pulled up a side chair for Brad to sit on, next to his own comfortable desk chair. Lowering his voice he said excitedly, "you won't fucking believe it."

Sure enough, Brad had guessed exactly right. Darrel had been surfing the net for porn. This wasn't the first time he had invited Brad to take a look at something that he thought was extra special. And, Brad had to admit, he actually enjoyed these little breaks from work. If McGraw, their boss, unexpectedly dropped by, Darrel would switch the screen to a real project and say that Brad was helping him. They both thought that McGraw was so dumb he wouldn't know the difference anyway. Darrel clicked the mouse a couple of times and the sleek laptop's screen lit up and came to life. Brad read the title in yellow letters that spelled out, "My Wife Fucks 29 Guys." Then he noticed the sole of a dainty foot attached to a long gorgeous bare leg. The woman was lying on her back surrounded by what appeared to be about six guys. The camera was above the group looking down at the action. Then he saw her face. She was beautiful with long, light brown hair. Her face and neck were flushed. She was moaning as an average size, but stone hard, cock plunged into her. What struck Brad almost immediately about this video, more than any he had seen before, was the woman's obvious excitement. Unless Brad was mistaken, she couldn't possibly have been acting. What he was watching was very real and it seemed to Brad that she was in a constant state of orgasm. He had never seen anything quite like it. Then he remembered that he had seen something like it. Every time he made love to his beautiful wife, Carol, in the missionary position, as he looked down at her face - also surrounded by lustrous, long brown hair, though darker than the woman's in the video - she too was almost always in a constant state of climaxing, her face was also flushed as she panted and writhed beneath him wanting more and more.

The woman in the film didn't speak. Actually, none of the men spoke either, except later and then very briefly midway in the video. For the most part, the only sounds emitted were the moans, groans, grunts and gasps that seemed constant with most of them coming from the woman. Another thing that Brad noticed was that none of the men had huge cocks like he saw in most of the other videos. They were average size, at best, but that didn't seem to bother the woman at all. Brad couldn't imagine how she could have been more excited if all of the cocks had been gigantic.

Darrel glanced away from the screen, looked at Brad and asked, "Isn't she something?"

Brad wasn't thinking when he quietly responded, "that's how Carol looks."

"What did you say?" asked Darrel wanting to make sure he understood correctly what he thought he had heard.

"Nothing," replied Brad.

"Oh, I thought you said, ‘that's how Carol looks.' "

"Yeah, you heard right, that is what I said."

"Wow! I've never seen a woman get so much into fucking as this gal in the film." Darrel paused for a minute. Then, as they watched the screen, enraptured, a portly man who had been thrusting into the woman shuddered and came himself. As he dismounted the number "1" flashed across the screen as the man's thick white semen oozed out of the beautiful woman's vagina and plopped onto the light blue sheet covering a king-size mattress on the floor. Then, the first man was immediately replaced by another. When the second guy entered her she started coming again. "Are you serious? Does Carol really come like that?"

"I'm serious. She really does," Brad said softly, almost wistfully, as he was intently watching the woman on the screen while thinking of his wife.

The two men wasted 44 minutes of company time that autumn afternoon in Darrel's office until the number "29" flashed on the screen of the laptop computer and the screen went dark. At the end, the light blue sheet was soiled with more than a dozen wet spots. They had noticed a pattern as they intently watched the video. The man who knelt on the woman's right, near her head with his cock in her mouth, was usually the one to take the place of the guy who had been fucking her. The man who knelt on her left had his cock in her pretty hand. The other men were crowded around and touching her breasts, her legs or her pretty ass. When one group finished, another group of five or six took its place until all twenty-nine men had made a gooey deposit in her hungry, seemingly insatiable pussy.

"That was without a doubt the hottest video I've ever seen," declared Darrel.

"I have to agree with you," said Brad.

"I would love to see something like that in person," said Darrel as he leaned back in his chair, laced the long black fingers of his big hands together forming a cradle for his huge, shaved head.

Brad couldn't help thinking that he too would love to see a woman totally give in to multiple lovers who kept her at a sexual peak few women could ever reach. He and Carol had been married for twenty-two - almost twenty three - years and he had learned in that time that she was, potentially, one of those women. He was as hot for his beautiful wife and the mother of their three children as he had ever been. "I would like to watch that too, Darrel, but I guess we'll just have to settle for the video again if that's what we want to see."

"You're probably right. But, I would still love to see a woman, like the woman in the video, not a professional actress, in person getting all the cock she could handle and cumming nonstop."

"How do you plan on making that ever happen?" Asked Brad as he chuckled at the seeming impossibility of Darrel's dream.

"I'm not sure, but, I think it's something worth working on, don't you?"

This wasn't a new subject for either of the men. During the years they had worked side by side they became close, shared their innermost thoughts with each other and most of their shared thoughts were about sex. Darrel had been married to Ruthie for thirty years. She had doubled her body size since they wed, must weigh over three hundred pounds and was just really unattractive because she had let herself go in every respect. Darrel loved her dearly but had finally given up on sex with her - that didn't mean he didn't have sex - about the same time she gave up on it too. Both men knew that there weren't twenty-nine guys who would want to have sex with Darrel's wife. Both men also remembered that Brad had finally admitted to Darrel, after Darrel's unrelenting urging over the past few years, that Brad really wanted to watch his gorgeous but faithful wife fuck another man. However, that was unlikely to ever happen, no matter how much he wanted it.

Brad remembered the first time Darrel had brought up the subject. It was after they had watched another video, two years before, when Darrel asked, "hey buddy you ever think about watching Carol get fucked?"

"Hey man, that's none of your business," was Brad's swift and indignant espousal response.

Darrel just laughed and said, "don't get your shorts in bunch. Every guys thinks about that after he's been married as long as you guys have and especially if the guy's married to someone as super hot as Carol."

Brad felt as if he had been caught because he had been thinking that very thing, especially since he and Darrel had been taking their breaks from working by watching porn on Darrel's laptop. After that, whenever they watched a video together or even when they were just having a cup of coffee, Darrel would predictably bring up the subject of Brad watching his wife with another man. Brad's reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Darrel's deep voice.

"Hey, man," said Darrel, "you've told me dozens of times that you want to watch Carol with another guy and just now you told me that she always cums and looks and acts like the woman in the video. Right?"

"That's true. So what?"

"Why don't you try to get Carol to do that?"

"Darrel, even though Carol is prettier than the video gal and loves sex more than any woman I could imagine, the chances of that happening are about the same as you becoming the CEO of the company or me bowling a 300 game, zilch. That's just not going to happen my friend."

"But, would you want it to?"

Brad thought that was a great question. Did he want it to happen? Did he want to see his wife, not just with one man, but many men, one after the other. Did he want to watch and hear her as others brought her to a place of ecstacy that was higher than he had been able to take her? Of course he had fantasized about that very thing, but until he had watched the special video with his black friend, the fantasy was blurry and vague, now it seemed to be sharper and more in focus than it had ever been. "Darrel, I'm not sure. I think so . . . " he paused to collect his thoughts before continuing, "let's face it, what we just saw is much more extreme than anything I've ever thought about before. And, like I've told you, Carol has just blown me off whenever I mention how much I would like to see her with one man, not to mention twenty-nine."

Darrel starred at his ceiling, was quiet for a minute then he said, "Let's think about it. We're both project guys. Why not make this a project? Why not make it a project to get Carol laid by twenty-nine guys? No, let's make it at least thirty," he said reconsidering the goal, "one after the other nonstop so she can beat the gal in the video." He smiled, then became serious, leaned closer to Brad and said, "and Brad, I'm sure you will agree that the only thing missing from the video was that all of the guys were kind of on the small side. You've told me over and over that you really do want to watch Carol with a guy with a big cock and preferably a black guy, right?"

"Right," Brad answered cautiously as he recalled telling Darrel exactly that many times during the past year, as his fantasy for Carol grew and became more extreme.

"Well then, let's make it a project to get Carol to fuck at least thirty well-hung black guys nonstop within, oh, let's say six months. What do you think?" Darrel asked eagerly.

Brad was tongue-tied and torn in his confusion, nevertheless, the seed had been planted in his mind that had been prepared for the seeding of the idea. Darrel's question was unambiguous. Still, he didn't know how to answer it. "We're talking about my wife and my marriage," he said seriously as he pushed the chair back and stood up to leave. In frustration at not being better able to explain his dilemma he said, "think I'm going to call it day and head home. See you tomorrow, Darrel." Before Brad got back to his office he thought about something, did a quick 180, returned to Darrel's office, poked his head in the door and asked, "hey, how can I get that video on my computer at home?"

Darrel wrote down the URL for the free site and instructions on how to get to the video with the highly sexual, beautiful woman. As he handed the yellow slip of paper to Brad, he smiled and asked, "are you going to show it to Carol?"

"Yes I am. Hope she doesn't bite my head off."

"Are you going to tell her about our project?"

"You're going way too fast for me my friend. Slow down. See you tomorrow Darrel."

Chapter 2, Watering

That same day, more than three months ago, while Brad was driving home from work, Carol Taylor was all alone in the big, old house that she had shared with her husband and children. Brad would be home soon and she was only cooking for the two of them because Don and Robin were away at different colleges and Tim was spending the night with a friend from high school. Even though it was October, and the evenings were getting cool in Ohio, she wore her white, short shorts and one of Robin's flimsy tops with a tiny strap that just slipped over her head and another that tied at her waist. The white short shorts were her favorite, not just because they made Brad wildly hot but also because they were too small, exposing half of each round, firm ass cheek and so tight at the crotch that the in-seam - which was now moist - pressed and rubbed against her swollen clit and cleaved her pussy lips. Today she was wearing the shorts with the fly button unbuttoned and the zipper only zipped halfway. Her sparse, neatly trimmed pubic hair was framed by the v of the open fly. Carol thought it looked cute and sexy but realized that someone else might think it was ridiculous or just looked raunchy. The blue material that covered her still-pert breasts didn't quite reach her navel, it was loose, but, not so loose as to cover up the fact that she was braless. Of course, with no back she couldn't have worn a bra anyway, not that she ever needed to. Carol was proud that she could wear her daughter's clothes even though Robin was only 20 and she was 42. She was an inch taller than her daughter at 5' 7" but, Carol actually weighed a little less than Robin at only 123 pounds. That notable fall day her shimmering dark hair was in a pony tail, she was barefoot and altogether looked more like a high school senior than a woman into her forties. She loved to drive Brad crazy and couldn't wait for him to get home so she could tease him in her sexy outfit and see what it would lead to later that night.

The two-story frame house on Trammel Lane was the same house in which she had grown up. Her mother had died when she was twelve and her father when she was 22, just three years after she and Brad married. Because she didn't have siblings, everything was left to her. Without a mortgage, they were able to make Brad's income go a long way and so they were more comfortable, financially, than others in his pay bracket.

She and Brad had attended separate Catholic High Schools, hers was an all girl's school and his an all boys. However, they did have joint dances and that's when they met during their junior year. For both of them, it was love at first sight. He was tall, handsome, charming and funny. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He learned that she lived with her widower father and was taking care of him. It seemed to Brad that she wanted to take care of everybody and he loved that about her. By the time they were ready to graduate, it was just understood by her dad, Brad's parents and all of their friends that they would go to college at Ohio State in Columbus and probably get married by the end of their freshman year. They didn't wait that long. She lived in an on-campus girl's dorm and he in a boy's dorm, but they were nearly inseparable. It was inevitable that they would have sex, and it didn't take but a matter of weeks before she stopped saying no to an insistent boyfriend and finally said yes to her horny, new fiancé. They married during the Christmas' holiday break and then moved into a studio apartment on campus. They both studied hard and Brad graduated early, but, she had to drop out to have her son, Don, in her junior year.

The first time they made love she discovered nerves at the center of her body that she didn't know existed. At first they sent a flash signal of pain to her brain which soon changed to a message of pleasure that just got better and better each time he thrust into her warm, wet, receptive cavity. She thought that after sleeping with the same man for more than twenty years, the pleasure would get old and eventually dull. That never happened to her, it just got better and better. Brad was so special, he seemed to be more concerned about her pleasure than his own. She had read in women's magazines that once a week, or even less, was about average for most couples their age, but, they made love at least three times in an average week and sometimes much more than that. Sex with her caring, tender and loving husband was her favorite thing to do in the whole world, nothing else was even a close second. She had asked herself over and over if there was something wrong with. Why was she so obsessed with something that all adults did and usually sooner, rather than later, got tired of? She sure didn't get tired of it, she longed for and thought about it nearly all the time.

For the last couple of years, however, it seemed as if Brad needed additional stimulation. She was shocked when he suggested that it wouldn't hurt if they watched some porn together. Also he started saying things to her that she couldn't reconcile with the man she loved more than life and who she thought she knew as well as she knew herself. She finally agreed that if watching other people screw and talking about opening up their marriage was what it took to get him in the mood, then she would play along with it. After all, she reasoned, it was just talk, just a fantasy, and nothing would ever happen. Little did she know that this day would be a little different. Little did she know that a libidinous new seed had been planted in her husband's susceptible and ripened mind that very afternoon. Little did Carol know that Darrel, their great friend, was determined to make her a project even though Brad had yet to agree with him and, of course, the project's success would depend on Brad's enthusiastic cooperation and involvement.

Brad opened the door between the garage and the mud room and, like millions of returning work warriors, announced, "honey, I'm home."

"In the kitchen Brad," she responded as she took two sizzling, thick, juicy steaks out of the broiler, that had been perfectly timed for his arriva; both steaks were cooked medium rare. She added them to the plates with steamy baked potatoes smothered with everything and a crisp salad, swimming in Brad's favorite tangy dressing that she always made from scratch.

"Wow! What's the occasion?" Brad asked as he took her in his arms and planted a wet kiss on her soft, warm perfect lips that glistened with a slick coat of her saliva that the tip of her wet pink, tongue had painted on the second before his lips touched hers.

"Just trying to seduce my husband," she said with a saucy laugh.

"You won't have to try very hard," Brad said as he slipped his hands inside the loose waist at the back of her shorts and squeezed both cheeks, "I'm a sure thing."

They didn't eat at the table but on the couch, snuggled up like teenagers, watching a television program together. If either of them had been asked what show they were watching, neither could have answered because each was thinking of something else.

Each of them however, could have recalled watching one of their two favorite television commercials. Whether it was Viagra or Cialis whenever it popped up on their flatscreen, if they were alone, they would laugh every time the medical warning was narrated in a very serious voice, "if an erection lasts more than four hours, contact your doctor immediately." Carol thought it was hilarious each time she heard it and realized that the warning was actually a backward endorsement of the magical results from just one little pill for a man with a problem, or for his wanting partner. Predicably, she always said with a chuckle, and did that night too, "yeah, they just wish for a four hour hardon."

But, this night, though they remembered the erectile dysfunction commercial, neither could recall what the program was because: Carol was thinking, I can't wait to get him in bed and fuck his brains out while Brad was thinking, should I really try and get Carol to watch the video that he and Darrel had watched and that he couldn't get out of his mind?

After they finished eating, it was Carol who said, "want to watch TV in our bedroom?"

"Carol, it's not even 8:00."

"I know," she said almost timidly.

Brad decided to go for it. "That old pervert, Darrel, called me into his office today and had another porn video for me to watch on his computer."

"I'm telling you baby, you guys are going to get fired if you ever get caught."

"Darrel's very careful. I think it's safe enough. Anyway, this was the hottest one I've ever seen."

"We've seen some really hot stuff. What was so special about this one?" Carol asked her husband.

"I can get it up on the computer if you want to see for yourself," Brad said.

"Oh, I was thinking that we could do our own porn in our bedroom." When she saw that he was a little disappointed in her response, she quickly said, "sure let's watch it."

In one way Carol did get her way because the computer was in their bedroom. Even though no one was home, out of habit, they closed their bedroom door before Brad fired up the computer with the large monitor. While he was doing that and connecting to the Internet, Carol smiled at him, skimmed off the white shorts, untied the bow at her back and was naked in a flash. She hardly ever wore panties anymore, because that was another of Brad's new ideas for her, and she finally gave in to his constant chiding about "real women" and "underwear."

Brad couldn't help but compare his naked wife with the woman in the video who had fascinated him so much. Carol's breasts were a little smaller than the woman's, but, they were much more to his liking. The woman in the video was completely shaven while for the past two years, Carol had kept her dark curly pubic hair trimmed above her cleft, with her lips completely bare. Also, he thought, Carol's face was prettier than the woman's. Other than that, the legs, arms, hands and feet of the two women were exceptional and similar.

Carol sat down on a chair next to his and then she was reading on the large screen what he had read earlier that day, "My wife fucks 29 guys." She put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It wasn't that she hadn't seen a woman in a porn video with more than one man before, but, certainly nothing that approached that number. Then, she too, saw what the men had seen earlier as the fucking began.

This time, Brad noticed things that he hadn't the first time. Each of the men had a red plastic bracelet around his wrist. A couple of the men wore black masks and two more had black hoods completely covering their faces.

Every time that she watched porn with Brad, or listened to his hot pillow talk, she felt guilty. She had been raised, and so had he, to never entertain the idea that sex was a recreational activity for fun, but reserved for a husband and wife and mainly, even then, to procreate. That view by most people, and even most Catholics, had been relaxed and extended so that it was thought of as an expression of love, though only between husband and wife. Well, the woman she was watching on the computer certainly couldn't have been in love with each of the men she was with, but, she sure seemed to love what she was doing, Carol thought.

"I don't think she's acting, do you, hon?" Brad asked.

"Oh no. I think she's really into it. Look at her hands. They're all over the place. I'm surprised that she's not scratching the guys. Remember when we were first married and how I would scratch your back because I was so excited?"

Brad sighed. "I remember."

"I'm even more excited now when we make love, but, I don't scratch anymore. Also, I'm sure that the woman is setting some kind of a climax record. It seems to me to be nonstop."

"You do the same thing with just one guy."

"I guess I do . . . I'm sure most of the women we have watched in other videos don't cum very much and many, not at all," Carol said.

Brad knew that this wouldn't be the last time he watched the video. The second time was even more exciting than the first and he just knew that subsequent viewing would be even better. He realized that already he was substituting in his mind his wife, Carol, for the sexual woman without a name known to him. It didn't hurt that Carol was sitting next to him totally naked and, obviously, very excited about the beginning minutes of the video that just two years ago she would have refused to even watch.

Carol had to admit that even though she thought watching this stuff was wrong, she was getting turned on by it. None of the men in the video were handsome or well endowed. Nor, did they seem to be very talented lovers. Each was hard and just pounded away until he reached a powerful climax. But, each of them did their respective job in taking the woman to a higher and higher level of sexual excitement, or so it seemed to Carol. Brad was very handsome, and it appeared that his cock was as large as any of the men's in the film. Also, he would spend a lot of time on foreplay to make sure she was ready when they made love. Carol realized that she almost always thought of intercourse with her husband as making love, and now it crept into her mind that they fucked. None of the men kissed the woman. None ate her pussy. She blew them, they sucked her boobs and each fucked her, that was it and yet it was incredibly sexy to Carol. No one man could stay hard and horny long enough to keep up with a woman like the pretty woman in the video and, Carol was coming to realize, even herself. She recalled that Brad had been telling her the same thing for more than two years.

"Hey what's that white silk cloth around her waist?" He wondered out loud.

"You should know buster. It's one of your favorite things. It's a white silk teddy, unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her boobs." Later in the video the rolled up teddy would be removed between men 16 and 17 and then the woman would be as naked as Carol was.

While their eyes were glued to the computer screen, Brad's right hand went wandering. He rested it on her left thigh. The second it came in contact with the warm smooth skin, she instinctively parted her legs as an invitation for him to take his exploration farther, to a warmer, wetter, smoother and much more sensitive place. When he did move directly to her pussy, she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the chair's seat leaving her completely open.

"It's a hot flick, don't you think?" Brad asked.

"It is hot. It's not at all romantic though. No build up. Nothing really but blowing and fucking." She remembered other videos that they had watched together. "No double penetration, no anal like we've seen in other videos."

"But do you like it?" He asked.

"Ya, I do. You know baby, I don't think it's an American video. Nobody has spoken but she keeps saying ya, not yes. My guess is it's a German video. The woman could be American, but, I'm sure the men are European," Carol added.

"I think you're right," he said as the number "4" flashed across the screen when a man with a very hairy back emptied the fluid that had been building up in his balls, deep inside the woman whose name they didn't know. "In a few minutes you'll hear the guys talk a little and the language has to be German, or some other Northern European tongue."

Carol was squirming a little in the chair which did not go unnoticed by Brad. His hand moved inside her thigh and up until it couldn't go up any more. Carol sighed, closed her big blue eyes and leaned her head back but not for very long because she didn't want to miss any of the video. Brad felt how wet she was. The juice seeping from inside her body was warm and slick - with a viscosity that reminded him of glycerine - like always, and, he imagined, just like the liquid produced inside the body of the woman in the video. When he slowly inserted two of his fingers as deeply inside her as he could, she grabbed his arm tightly, moaned and experienced a mini-orgasm. That's all that it took to get her off and he was the only man alive who knew it. While he was playing with her pussy, she thought - not for the first time - how nice it would be to have another set of hands caress her. But, that's not what nice girls did, the nuns had taught her, and the lesson stuck indelibly in her mind as if it had been taught just yesterday.

The video they were watching seemed almost to be a sporting event that the participants really enjoyed, especially the highly charged woman. The event was obviously well organized. There was no indication that she knew the men or that they knew her. Some of the men wore wedding bands, as did the pretty woman, and some of the men didn't. While the video lasted 44 minutes it was obvious that there had been some basic editing and Brad guessed that the time filming would have been longer than 44 minutes, perhaps much longer. At just 5 minutes per man, the filming time would have been a little less than 150 minutes, or almost two and a half hours. But, because there was no foreplay, just fucking and sucking, the average time was probably less than 5 minutes per man.

After the number "13" flashed across the screen, the woman got on her hands and knees and was fucked doggy style by two of the men, then it was on her back again for the rest of the men. They guessed that she must have been about forty years old and the men at least that old and, some, maybe a few years older than the woman.

A few times during the video, the camera would move in for a close up of the woman's pretty, flushed face. Usually her eyes were closed and Carol and Brad could see the sheen of perspiration on her brow. A couple of times she blew a damp tendril of her hair out of the way. It was clear that she was almost intoxicated by the non-stop sex. With each new man she reached a higher level of intoxication, though it seemed as if it would have been impossible for her to be any higher than she was at the beginning of the video, but she was.

Chapter 3, Sunshine

Brad had barely sat down behind his desk when Darrel stepped into his office the next morning. "Well?"

"Well, what?" asked Brad.

"Come on man," said the black man. "Did you show her the video?"

"Yes, we watched it twice."

"Did she bite your head off?"

"Which head?" Brad asked with a chuckle.

"So tell me all about it," Darrel said as he sat down in the chair at the side of Brad's desk, leaned back and propped his glossy shoes on the clean desktop.

"She liked it for the same reasons that you and I did. She was sure that the woman was totally into it."

"Did you mention the project to her?" Asked Darrel.

"There isn't any project Darrel, so there wasn't anything to mention," replied Brad to the question that he had known his friend would ask sooner, rather than later.

"But Brad, there can be a project. It's all up to you," he said as he took his feet off Brad's desk, then leaned towards Brad. "You and I get paid to manage projects. I'm sure that given enough time, and if you're motivated to make it happen, well, . . . well, it can happen." Darrel was waiting for Brad to say something, because he didn't, Darrel asked, "What do you say man? Let's do this."

"Like I told you yesterday Darrel, it's not going to happen."

A disappointed Darrel waited a few seconds then asked, "did the video make her hot?"

"You can imagine that if we watched it twice, it did. Actually, between the two times that we watched it she fucked me dry."

"See man. I told you," said Darrel. " If the video made her hot, it was because she could relate to the woman and what she must have been feeling during her gangbang."

"You're right about that. She told me the same thing. Still, Darrel, talking about it, thinking about it and doing it are three very different things," Brad said.

Darrel leaned over and said, "but, action can only happen after someone thinks about it and talks about doing something. My guess is Carol was thinking about how the woman in the video must have been feeling and you can tell me if she talked about it."

Brad remembered exactly what she had said last night, but, he wasn't about to tell Darrel everything. While she sat on his lap during that last few minutes of the film and bounced up and down on his erection she said, "I can just imagine how she must feel after being stuffed over and over again with a new fresh, hard cock ready the instant the one she was fucking shot off and started to go flaccid." He recalled that she also said, "Brad, I guess you must be right that a woman like her, and maybe me, has a lot more capacity for sex than any healthy guy." After the screen went dark when the last man had finished, Carol nearly drug Brad to their big bed. She didn't bother to turn down the covers, but, stretched out on the quilted spread and begged for him to fuck her hard, "like the men in the video." He couldn't have been more surprised when after they had both reached powerful climaxes she said, "want to watch it again?"

"Hey man," Darrel said smiling, "are you still with me? Penny for your thoughts."

"Sorry, Darrel. Just thinking about last night. Carol did talk about what the woman must have been feeling. She never said that was something that she wanted to do, however."

"Of course she didn't say that. It will take time and a plan to bring that out of her, but, I'm sure we can do it, what do you say?"

"Look Darrel. We'll both end up disappointed. I just know. It's not that I'm negative, but, face it, the facts aren't on our side. Carol went to Catholic schools. The nuns did a real number on her. We've been married for more than twenty years and she has never even kissed another man. Now you're talking this nonsense about her fucking thirty black men, one after the other, within six months."

"I'm confident that we can do it, but, only if you want it done."

"Darrel, all of the projects that we work on here have a reasonable probability of success. I'm afraid this one just doesn't."

"What can it hurt to try?"

Brad knew that was the real question. "So what are your thoughts on this?" He asked, realizing that he sounded like they were talking about a project at work.

Darrel chuckled and said, "look, I know we have a long way to go to make this happen. There are a lot of things that have to be done that don't really concern Carol's willingness, oh like, like finding a place and finding thirty black guys. That won't be easy. I can work on that while you continue to work on Carol. I think you're farther along than you do on that score. We have the holidays coming up so I don't expect we can accomplish much until the first of the year. If everything goes according to plan, we should have everything arranged by March or April."

"Come on Darrel. Your part of all of this sounds pretty easy to me. I don't think you would have any trouble at all finding thirty guys, black or white, who would want to fuck Carol. As for a place, there are motels, swing clubs, someone's home, we can rent a hall, you name it. Can't be a great big challenge if you ask me."

"Oh, I think you're right about that," Darrel quickly agreed. "I wasn't saying that I wouldn't help with Carol's big conversion, hell, I'll do anything you want me to do, I just don't know what that would be right now. Have to give it some more thought."

"Darrel, if we go forward with this, I have to be super cautious. While I have these crazy fantasies, I would never do anything to hurt our marriage. I can't tell you how much I love Carol. Without her, life wouldn't be worth living."

"Man, you haven't told me anything that I didn't already know. If Carol is as hot as you say, and I'm sure she is, my guess is that the project would make her love you even more. Hell, you would be giving her a present that most women couldn't even dream about."

"You're rationalizing, Darrel. Everything you just said may be true, but, there is a risk to this and you know it." His protests seemed feeble even to him. He knew yesterday that if there was ever any chance to make something like this happen, well he would just take the risk. He also knew that as hot as Carol got when she watched the video and recalling what she said, that there was a chance Darrel may be right. The only question was, how could he talk her into doing it in just a few months when he hadn't had any success in doing in two years?

"So it sounds like you think the project may be a good idea, right?" Asked Darrel.

"Sure it's a good idea, I just don't know what more I can do to get her to agree. I've told you that she won't even think about fucking one white guy."

"Look, I can try to find more videos like the one all three of us like so much. We can feed her a steady diet of them." He thought for a second or two and then said, "I'll be willing to bet you that when you get home tonight she will have watched the video again."

He remembered that he left the piece of paper on the stand next to the computer with the URL and the directions that Darrel had jotted down yesterday. He too wondered if she would be tempted to take another look at the video with the insatiable woman.

Just fifteen minutes away from Brad's office, in the big old house on Trammel Lane, Carol couldn't get the fabulous night she had enjoyed with her husband out of her head. She knew that the video had added a new dimension to their love making. She saw how much it turned Brad on but was shocked when she asked him why it made him so hot and he responded, "I can't help thinking that you are the woman in the video. Sorry baby, that's the truth. I would love it if you could enjoy yourself as much as she did."

"She did have fun, no doubt about that. But, Brad, I'm not her."

"No, you're not her. You're much more beautiful than she is and much sexier."

"Oh, you . . ."

"I'm not kidding Carol and you know it."

"Well if you want to fantasize about it that's okay, just don't get your hopes up, buster." she said playfully as she poked him in the ribs. "I don't think I could ever do what she did," she added thoughtfully, seeming to open the door, just a smidgen, which surprised him, nonetheless.

Well, Carol reminded herself, that was last night. This morning, she was restless. The big old house was empty except for her. She had no plans for the day which seemed to be more and more typical for her. She was drawn to the corner of their bedroom like a moth to a flaming candle. She seemed to be on autopilot as she sat down in the chair facing the computer. In no time she was on the site whose address was written on the slip of paper on the stand. This time she didn't go directly to the video but experimented and found that she could navigate to thousands of other free videos. This site was so much better than the ones that she and Brad had visited in the past. Not only did the variety of clips seem endless, they came up lightning fast. As she became familiar with how the site was organized, it seemed to her as if everyday, dozens of new clips were posted. Some were women with women, most were women with one or more men. There were white and black men and women. She saw that many of the clips were from Europe, some from South America, but, most were from the US. She noted that each video was rated by the viewers and the number of times it had been watched was also listed.

That day Carol spent more than three hours at the computer and ended by viewing the video that she and Brad had watched the night before. She felt very guilty about wasting so much time, and even more guilty because of the feelings that watching the salacious videos had brought out in her. Brad wasn't there and it was his idea that they watch the porn together to heat up their love lives. Now, she had been watching alone for the first time in her life and getting very turned on. She had mixed feelings. A part of her hated the women in the videos and what they were doing. Another part, that she tried her very best to suppress, envied them.

She wondered about the women in the videos and especially the woman - in what she had come to think of as - their video. Who was she? Carol was pretty sure that she was married because of the ring on the third finger of her left hand. Did she have children? Did she work outside the home? Was she happy with her life? Carol knew that if she saw the woman on the street she would think, my what a pretty, classy woman. Never in a million years would she think, wow, that's a woman that would fuck twenty-nine guys one after the other. The question that was the most puzzling was: why did the mystery woman participate in the video which was about the wildest thing Carol could imagine? Was it the woman's idea or someone else's idea, say her husband's? If it was someone else's idea did she jump at the first opportunity or, did it take time for her to become a willing - actually an extremely enthusiastic - participant?

Twice during the time she watched the videos she used her fingers to bring herself off. That was something she seldom did because there was no need for her to do that. Brad's fingers, his tongue, and especially his cock were always there to take care of her sexual needs. But, just maybe, her sexual needs were greater than she had realized, she thought for the first time as she rationalized her behavior.

October raced by with a Football game scheduled every Friday or Saturday night. On Wednesday nights they met at the bowling center for the city league. Brad noticed that Darrel was even more attentive to Carol than before. The touches, hugs and jokes - that were coarser than before - seemed natural, but to Brad they were all part of a devious plan. "Hey what's going on with you and Darrel?" he asked one night as they were driving home.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"Looks to me like he's getting pretty familiar with you."

"Oh you. Darrel's like a big brother to me," she said knowing that Brad was right. She too sensed that Darrel felt he could hold her longer and his touches lingered and were in places he never would have touched just a month before. Not that his seemingly innocent touches were in places that were obviously out of bounds but his hand would frequently come to rest on her thigh, and as time went on, they were higher and higher on her thigh which she knew was very un-big brotherly.

Before they knew it the holidays were upon them. Thanksgiving, when all the family gathered at their home - including Brad's parents and two of his siblings - marked the kickoff the very busy, festive annual season for the Taylors. Darrel and Ruthie came over after thanksgiving dinner and enjoyed dessert with them. Then it was back to college for the two oldest kids, even if just for a few weeks before the Christmas' break.

To Brad, it seemed as if the project had been placed on hold. Little did he know that Darrel had been very busy during the same period when he had been consumed with: shopping, decorating the house, buying the perfect freshly cut tree, picking kids up at the airport, addressing and mailing cards and the thousand other things that were always a part of his holiday season. Also, little did Brad know that even though Carol didn't know that she had become a project for himself and his black, best friend, she was doing her part by watching other women with many men whenever she could steal a private moment or two out of each day on their computer. Little did Carol know that she was slowly, step by step, becoming a little more vulnerable to the whisperings and prodding of her husband during and after their couplings that had increased in both frequency and intensity. Almost daily, in the aftermath of great sex, his breathy voice painted sizzling, forbidden word pictures in her mind - that seemed to be just a bit more open to his suggestions than it had ever been.

One night just before the holiday season ended, Carol confessed her almost addiction to watching porn by herself when Brad was at work. It started with an innocent question: "Brad, honey, what's a MILF?" She didn't even try to pronounce it as a word but spelled it out letter by letter.

"Ha ha. Baby, you're a Milf."

"So then tell me."

"It's an acronym. A MILF is a mom I'd like to fuck. Where in the world did you hear about Milfs?"

"Oh, I don't remember, I heard it somewhere," she lied, knowing that she had seen it many times on the website where their video was posted. What Brad had told her was pretty much what she had figured out for herself, so why did she even bring it up, she asked herself. She never lied to Brad, because it wasn't ever necessary. Had the conversation ended there he might never have discovered what she had been doing when he was at work and Tim was at school, but she went on, needing to get all of this heavy feeling of guilt off her chest. "Okay, so what about DP and creampies?"

Brad propped himself up on his elbow looked at her with a renewed curiosity and answered, "well, I think you know that DP is double penetration which usually means a cock in the ass and the pussy at the same time. And creampies, well, I thought you understood too that it isn't a bakery product in this context, ha ha, that it's when a guy shoots bareback in a pussy, not in a condom, and his jizz oozes out of the woman's pussy."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said reddening and obviously a little embarrassed not because of the sex talk but because she was thinking Brad might see her as naive.

"Carol," he said with real interest, "where did all of this come from?"

"Oh, you'll hate me," she blurted out . . . "anyway, ever since you came home with the instructions on how to get to the site with our video, I find myself watching that gross stuff a lot. It's almost like I'm addicted to it. I'm sorry Brad, I know we were only supposed to watch this stuff together."

He thought she was going to cry. "Baby, nothing to be sorry about. I'm fine with you watching it."

"But Brad it makes me . . . it makes me horny. I feel terrible about it. I must be a slut, a nympho or something."

"Carol you're healthy. Hey, I'm okay with this," he said with a smile knowing that Darrel would tell him, "I told you so," when he reported what Carol had been doing.

"But honey, I have to tell you that when I watch some of those videos I find myself wondering what it would feel like. I mean, I think we fit together perfectly but some of those guys . . . well anyway I can't help but wonder . . . "

Brad thought maybe he hadn't heard her correctly but he knew that he had. "That's natural baby. I know you've never been interested before, but what about trying a big toy?"

"I'm still not interested in that," she said shaking her head. "Let's face it, you've spoiled me for the real thing. I can't imagine a cold, lifeless piece of rubber or plastic it just wouldn't be the same thing for me. No, for me, for the total experience it would have to alive and attached to man. Also," she paused looked away for a few seconds, then with some difficulty continued with her confession, "also, I can't help but think about all the stuff you've been talking about . . . I mean, you know . . . well more than more guy."

Chapter 4, Fertilizing

It was the first day back at work in the new year when Darrel said, "well, now that the holidays are behind us, I think the project should be our number one priority, don't you?"

"Three months have elapsed," answered Brad, "just three to go if we're going to make this happen on schedule."

"It's all up to you pal," said Darrel. "Actually, I'm much farther along than I've reported to you on my part of the deal. I've found this place in Columbus. It's a swinger's club called Club B&W that caters to interracial couples. A pal of mine, guy named William, goes there. Don't get pissed, but I told him all about the project. We've been talking for a few weeks and . . . well, he talked with the couple that own the place. They can get thirty hung black guys on short notice and have offered to make their place available as the scene of the crime," he said with a chuckle..

"I'm not pissed Darrel. So tell me about this Club B&W."

"Like I said, it's in Columbus, an hour and a half drive up I-71, as if you didn't know how to get to Columbus. This couple is building a big house where they'll hold parties in the future, now the parties are held once a month in their apartment. I think they actually started in Cleveland. Anyway, William told me that they have a party scheduled for this Friday, I thought you should talk with Carol about going. What do you say?"

"Wow! This Friday, that's kind of short notice. I don't know if she's ready," he said even though he did know that she was much more ready than Darrel knew because he hadn't told Darrel anything about her porn watching confession though he had intended to.

"Nothing has to happen," said Darrel. "I just thought this would be an important step, a really big step. Like I said, she wouldn't have to do anything at all. William told me that not everyone participates. But, think about it Brad, just being there and watching others in person would be a hell of a lot better than watching the videos to bring her along. At least that's what I think."

"Darrel, there's no doubt you're right about that. Just remember, Carol's never even seen another guy fucking in the flesh. She might freak out or, more likely, refuse to go anyway."

"Well, can't hurt to ask her, can it?"

"I will. Tonight in bed, probably when I'm between her legs, I'll tell her I would like to go."

That was exactly the way it turned out. That night they started fooling around, which seemed to be a daily occurrence, not just two or three times a week as it had been before the project had been initiated. The fooling around, the kissing touching and exploring led to what they both loved the best, Carol on her back with her long legs splayed as wide as possible with Brad between them. They were connected by his penis which penetrated her juicy pussy to the hilt. The friction of their opposing movements stimulated them more than anything else. Both had been talking more during intercourse than they had before that day when they watched their video for the first time together. Now, three months later, they had watched the video together dozens of times and never tired of it. Carol, however, had watched it more than Brad because she watched it many times when he was at work, and, then again, when he returned and they watched it together.

"Oh baby you feel so good. Like warm butter on velvet wrapped around and massaging my dick."

"Brad, honey I . . . I can't tell you how much I love you inside me . . . how much I love to fuck."

"Darrel told me today that a friend of his goes to this place in Columbus, I guess it's a swinger's club or something like that. They apparently . . . oh shit, baby, don't squeeze me or I'll come too soon." He caught his breath and continued, "Lay still for a second, okay? I'll just soak in your cunt while I tell you about this place."

"Okay, I'll be a good girl," Carol said, though she could barely talk because she was panting so heavily and she knew that he didn't want her to be a good girl he wanted her to be a bad girl.

"Anyway, they hold these parties once a month and they're having one this Friday, Darrel thought we might be interested in going. What do you think?

This wasn't the first time that Brad had talked with her about going to a swing club. He would always tell her that they didn't have to do anything, just check it out. He would remind her, even more often since they started watching their video - and she had unknowingly become the project of her husband and his friend - that if they enjoyed watching videos so much, "just imagine how great it would be to see the real thing."

"Brad, I've told you over and over that I'm not interested in that."

"I know you have. However, until now it has all been theoretical. I didn't know of a place or a time when a party would be held, now I do. I really would like to go. It's far enough away that we wouldn't know anyone. Well," he corrected himself, "we wouldn't know anyone but Darrel."

"Darrel? He plans on coming too?"

"Why not?"

"Surely, Ruthie's not coming," she said, as more of a statement than a question.

"Hell no. You know Darrel has a private life."

"I'd be uncomfortable with Darrel there."

"Does that mean you'll go if he doesn't go with us?"

She paused before answering. There was no pretense at love making for the moment, and she felt his cock going soft inside her as the discussion took over their thoughts. "Like you've said before, we wouldn't have to do anything and I can promise you that I won't do anything if we do go," she answered.

Her implicit agreement was like a shot in his arm. Well, actually, it was more like a shot in his cock, a shot that made it stone hard once again. As he began to deeply thrust into her, she planted her feet on the mattress and pushed up against him. He was reminded of the woman in their video as he looked down at the beautiful face of his wife. She closed her eyes and began to gasp for air. Her moans and groans and familiar sounds were every bit as sincere and enthusiastic as the woman in their video. Within a minute they simultaneously reached the point where there was no holding back - not that it mattered if she held back because she was always ready for more - but for Brad when he shot inside her and emptied his sperm in her moist cavity, it was over for hours. And that night it was over for Brad, the fucking was over, not the conversation.

For both of them the familiar afterglow was almost as good as the love making. Carol cradled her head on his broad shoulder and asked, "what made you think I'd be okay if Darrel came with us?"

"He made all the arrangements. Also, it's an interracial club. Guess what, neither of us is black."

"Oh, I didn't know," she giggled and thought an explanation was required, "of course silly, I know were not black, what I meant was I didn't know it was an interracial club."

"Does the interracial thing bother you?"

"You know I'm not prejudiced. If we're just going to watch, the black and white part won't be a problem for me. We've seen dozens of black on white videos." She didn't tell him that the interracial category was becoming one of her favorites on the site she frequented.

"So, should I tell him tomorrow that we're going?"

"If that's what you really want." She placed her chin in her hand and said, "and, if he really wants to go and that's the only way we can get in, then tell him we'll be happy if he joins us."

The next morning Brad walked into Darrel's office, closed the door behind him, placed both hands on Darrel's metal desk, leaned over and said, "you're not going to believe it man, Carol has agreed to go to Columbus with us on Friday."

Darrel stood up, gave Brad a high-five and said, "that's great. From everything you've been telling me these past months I've thought she was much closer to doing this than you thought she was. I'll call my friend and have him set everything up."

The morning for both men was fairly typical; though Darrel had been busy on non-company business by making and receiving several cell phone calls to and from his friend William. It was at lunch, seated at a table for two in the corner of the huge cafeteria, that Darrel broke the news to Brad about what he had learned during the several phone calls. "We've got a problem with Friday night," he said in a voice not much above a whisper, though with the noise in the cafeteria, he probably didn't need to even lower his voice to keep their conversation private.

"Did you talk with your buddy."

"Yeah, I did and that's the problem."

"Go on, tell me about it."

"It's a fucking shame because I think Carol's almost there. Anyway, he said that we can't go as a threesome because they don't allow single guys on party nights like the one scheduled for Friday . . ."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry man. I know how much you wanted to go with us."

"Let me finish. Like I said they don't allow single guys at this couples only party. Also, the couple has to be interracial. Black woman, white man or black man white woman."

"Fuck! That's too bad. I thought it would be great to get Carol there. And, who knows, in spite of everything she said about not doing anything there, once things got going maybe she would get going too."

Both men were somber as they finished the rest of their meals in near silence. How does it go Brad asked himself, oh yes, "the best laid plans . . . " He had a hard time concentrating on the company project that he was working on that afternoon. He found himself thinking more and more about the special, private project that had nearly consumed himself and Darrel. Finally, after pondering about every combination he could imagine, he thought that he might have an answer so he walked into Darrel's office and asked, "got a minute?"

"Sure do. What's on your mind?"

"I really want Carol to go to the party on Friday. If I can't go with her, then maybe you should take her."

Darrel had thought the very same thing, but he sure wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. "I don't have a problem with that. And, I'm sure that it would advance our project. But what about Carol?"

"Who knows? I could never have imagined that she would consider going under any circumstance. Maybe, just maybe, if I'm careful about how I present this idea, on Friday she might ride with you to Columbus, go to the party and watch lots of people fucking."

"Brad, you need to carefully think about this. What are my limits? I think Carol is the most beautiful and the hottest woman on the planet. Being with her at a fuck party without you, well man, I need to know what you expect of me."

"That's fair enough. As you know very well, I've been working on this long before we initiated the project. Now, things are actually moving. Darrel, there aren't any limits on what you can do. Oh, of course I don't want her to have to do something she doesn't want to do. Other than that, take it as far as you can. If she agrees to go, I expect you to tell me everything that happens."

Brad was surprised when Darrel actually stuck his big hand out and said, "you've got a deal. I guess I should say we've got a deal," he said, laughing nervously as the two conspirators shook hands.

That night on the big bed in the master bedroom in the old house on Trammel Lane, it was Carol who brought up the subject of the party on Friday night. Like the night before and most recent nights before that, she was sweaty from their half hour session of wild sex when she asked, "so did Darrel make the arrangements for the party?"

Without beating around the bush Brad said, "we've got a problem. I should have told you when I got home from work. Darrel talked to his friend and found out that single men can't attend."

"Oh that's too bad for Darrel. I had actually come to accept the fact that I would have a handsome man on each arm at the party."

"Not so fast honey. Remember I told you that this was an interracial party?"

"I remember."

"Well, the couple has to be interracial."

"I don't understand. I guess that means no party on Friday then."

"Not necessarily," Brad said softly.

Carol propped herself up on her elbow, her brow was furled and then, suddenly, it dawned on her. "You're thinking of Darrel and me?"

"Why not?"

"Brad, I didn't even want to go in the first place. And Darrel, well . . . well you know Darrel's like a big brother to me."

"Think about what you just said Carol. You were very specific when you said, ‘you didn't want to go,' doesn't that suggest that after you thought about it you now want to go? And . . . "

"Okay, okay maybe you're right . . . "

"Let me finish baby. And, if you really don't want to do anything, then going with someone you think of as a brother is about the safest thing I can think of. I would be willing to bet anything that if I was there, we would fuck, and maybe even in front of other people."

Carol was silent and Brad thought it best to let her digest what he had said. Finally she asked, "So you really want me to go to the party in Columbus with Darrel? You really want your wife and your best friend to drive a hundred miles to a swinger's club and, at the very least, watch what goes on there?"

"Yeah baby, that is what I'm saying."

"What if Darrel get's excited?"

"What if he does?"

"Come on Brad, don't answer a question with a question. You know exactly what I mean. What if your buddy wants to kiss me?"

"There's no doubt about that. I know for certain that he does want to kiss you. I've told you that we've talked about the videos. He's my friend, Carol, we've talked about nearly everything, but, I've told you all of that before. I'd be okay with him kissing you."

"And, if he wanted to do more?"

"Carol, today Darrel expressed the same concern to me. He wanted to know what his limits were with you."

"And, what did you tell him?"

"I've never made it a secret Carol, I told him that if he wanted to do more than kiss and you wanted to do more than kiss, then that would be okay with me. If he wanted to stick his big black dong in your sweet, wet pussy - that so far has been mine exclusively - then I would be glad to share with him and that would be fine by me."

"Oh Brad, please don't say that. I'm sure you don't really mean it."

"You're wrong, baby, I really do mean it. What should I tell him when I see him at work tomorrow?"

"What do you want to tell him?" she asked without looking at him.

"I want to tell him that we talked it over and that you want to go to the party in Columbus with him on Friday."

"All right," she said so softly he could hardly hear her. "Brad, don't get your hopes up. I'll go with Darrel but nothing's going to happen, that's a promise."

"Be careful what you promise, honey."

Even though it had only been a few minutes earlier when Brad stiffened and emptied his balls in his beautiful wife's warm, wet vagina, he found himself getting hard just by hearing two words. But the words meant much more than "all right," they meant that for the first time in her life she would go out with another man. She implicitly agreed that she might kiss him and that she might do more than kiss him. She agreed that the place where all of this might happen would be in an apartment in the city where they went to college and that they would be watching other couples of mixed races in the throes of passion. All of this caused him to pull her to him and wedge his body against hers. And then, he was in her for the second time in a very few minutes.

"MMMMM. Looks like someone got turned on. Wonder why?" She murmured. Then they talking stopped.

Brad found himself smiling even though he was fighting a near blizzard on his drive to work the next morning. The trip usually lasted for ten to fifteen minutes. This morning, it took him a half an hour, but that didn't seem to bother Brad at all. Today, nothing was going to bother him.

He was actually whistling when he hung up his top coat and made his way to Darrel's office. "Guess what Darrel?"

"You got me, what?"

"You've got a date Friday night with a gorgeous brunette."

"I can hardly believe it. Remember, Brad, it was just three months ago when you said there was no chance of Carol doing what the video gal did?"

"I remember all right, you don't need to remind me. But, we're still a long way from making that happen. I'm not sure we've really made anything happen yet. She has agreed to go with you to the party, nothing more than that."

The days seemed to whiz by for Darrel, Brad and especially for Carol. She kept busy doing the things that girls do as they prepare for a date. For her, this would be her only date with a man, other than her husband, since she was sixteen. Her dates before she met Brad, however, were never with men, but with boys. She had asked Brad what she should wear. Even though he wouldn't be there, she wanted him to be a part of this, oh this . . . what would one call it, "an adventure," she finally decided, fit the situation perfectly.

While Carol's days whizzed by at least one night was very long: She was sitting behind a large wooden table. Seated next to her on her right was a gray-haired woman that she barely knew. Seated at an identical table was Brad and Chip Stanley who had been a college friend of both Brad and Carol. Chip went on to law school and was the closest thing to a family attorney that the Taylor's ever needed. No one was smiling including the man in black with the gray brush cut hair, shaggy eyebrows and a ruddy complexion who seemed to be looking with disdain, only at her, even when he addressed Chip Stanley, "are you ready counselor?"

"I am your honor."

"You may proceed."

Chip rose, cleared his throat and said, "this is a very simple case your honor. The Taylor's have been married for nearly 23 years. They have three great children. They have lived here all their lives. About a year ago, Mrs. Taylor began to dabble with porn on the Internet. At first it was just an infrequent distraction from her life and then it became an insidious habit, really an uncontrollable adiction, which eventually led to her going to a party in Columbus with her husband's very best friend." He paused for effect. "You heard me right, her husband's very best friend," he emphasized. There was no mention that it was Brad who wanted to watch porn, not her. It was Brad who almost begged her to go to the party with Darrel, "just to audit," he said with a laugh, "not for credit." Then Chip Stanley continued, "It was there at the party in Columbus that she engaged in sexual intercourse with the friend and several other men who were there. Your honor, Mr. Taylor and her children want her out of their lives forever. They never want to see her again" . . . Chip paused, looked directly at her, pointed his finger and said in a loud voice that would have been shouting if it were a single decibel higher, "she's a tramp, a slut and a whore! She's forfeited forever the right to be called a faithful wife and caring mother. The only thing she cares about is satisfying what's in her twisted selfish mind and scratching an itch deep inside her. Judge, the children are ashamed of her and her husband hates her. We don't need to waste the court's time your honor. I have a dozen witnesses who will testify to everything that happened at the party. Furthermore, I have photos and a video. Most important however, Mrs. Taylor herself, has stipulated to everything I've said. This farcical marriage has to end your honor under the terms demanded by my client and submitted to the court."

"Counselor, this court concurs with everything you've said," said the man in the black robe as he stood up, grabbed the handle of the oak gavel in his stubby fingers and raised it high in the air like the Liberty statue holding the torch. Before he could swing the gavel down, however, Carol with tears streaming down her red cheeks jumped to her feet and screamed, "NO! NO! NO!"

"Baby, baby, wake up," Brad urged as he held her damp nude body next to his. "You were having a nightmare."

"Oh Brad, it was horrible."

"Tell me about it honey."

And so she did tell him about it, every detail of her terrifying dream. They talked long into the still black night and into the dawn of the new day. They both agreed that they would be moving into a new and different world by her agreeing to go to the party with Darrel, even if just to "audit" it. Finally, the momentarily derailed Friday night party train was righted, put back on track and moving again because she, at long last, realized that Brad really, really did want her to be different than the girl he had married and the wife that had been by his side for all those years. For reasons she would never really understand, he really did want her to be like the woman in their video, the woman with no-name but who had an unquenchable thirst for what they imagined was a parade of hard European cocks. Carol didn't think she could ever do what the woman in the video had done but, she decided again, that maybe she could at least go to a party and just watch what was going on if that would make Brad happy.

She seldom visited the beauty parlor but that week she did. They tried to sell her on the idea of cutting her hair short, she resisted their entreatments and left with a new, looser, sexier style that was not so very different from what she did herself for special occasions. They also nearly begged her to have a French manicure and pedicure, she insisted that only the crimson shade Brad loved so much, would cover each nail on her fingers and toes. Also, she sure didn't want her nails to be shaped square, that was just too masculine for her, no matter how hip everyone at the beauty parlor said it was. And, every night she and Brad made frantic love with him whispering in her ear what could happen to her at the party, actually, what he wanted to happen to her at the party.

She bought a little black cocktail dress that she thought would be just perfect for Friday night. The hem fell to a few inches above her knees. The plunging bodice showed just a hint of cleavage, not that she had that much to show anyway. She didn't plan to wear a bra or panties because Brad hated them, but that sort of changed on Thursday.

Darrel had been talking with his friend William everyday about Friday night but, somehow, the subject of what the people wore at the party didn't come up until Thursday afternoon. "The guys can wear their skivvies or a towel wrapped around their waist after eleven o'clock, the women usually wear lingerie, some even go naked."

When Darrel told that to Brad, Brad thought that it might be a problem and derail the party train again, for a few minutes it was an issue when he called her cell phone. "Carol, Darrel was talking with his friend, William, earlier today and learned that the women have to wear lingerie after dinner."

"How come he just found out? Maybe I shouldn't go," she said without a lot of conviction, because for days she found herself actually looking forward to the adventure in Columbus.

"Panties and a bra aren't that much different than a bikini."

"Oh you men," she said mildly exasperated. "One is for swimming at the beach and the other is to make guys hot and want to fuck us. That's a big difference I would say. What if we just left right after dinner?" she wondered.

"I imagine Darrel, and probably all of the other men there too, would be very disappointed."

Finally, they decided that she would wear her black teddy. She hoped that the lights would be low because the teddy was pretty transparent. However, when she thought of the woman in their video - and she thought about her a lot - she remembered that during the first half of the film she wore a teddy that was unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her breasts. The woman's teddy, that she wore in the video, was white silk or satin, while her's would be black and gossamer. Everything was back on track.

It was tense at work that Friday. It was Darrel who said at the end of the day, "looks to me like we're ahead of schedule on our project."

"You might say that," Brad replied. "We'll know a lot more in twenty-four hours than we do now about our project."

Chapter 5, Sprouting

At five-thirty, Carol ran a hot tub. As she stepped into the steaming water, she realized that while she and the video gal had a lot in common, there was one thing that was different; the woman was shaved bare while she had a patch of pubic hair above the cleft of her pussy. As she shaved her legs and underarms she wondered if she should remove the hair on her vulva to be more like the woman in their video. Finally, she decided against it. The little bit of sparse, dark hair made her feel feminine. Also, she knew that Brad loved it just like it was. So, like always - at least for the last year - she carefully shaved the sides and between her legs. Now, her legs and the area at the top of her legs was silky smooth with a tiny dark patch above her cleft. When she finished, she wanted to touch the sensitive little bud that always, these days, wanted to come out of its hood and play, but she didn't, instead she spritzed her special occasion perfume on the inside of each elbow, the inside of her wrists, under her thick hair at the back of her neck and then, for the first time ever, the fragrant mist was aimed at her crotch.

After she stepped into the tissue paper thin black teddy, wriggled and pulled it up over her ass and boobs, she adjusted the tiny shoulder straps and then put on the black, cocktail dress. She was reminded that the little frock was more suited for summer evenings rather than bitter cold winter nights as she slipped it on over her squeaky clean and perfumed body that seemed to be glowing. She hadn't worn pantyhose for several years because Brad really hated them. He liked stockings and garter belts, but they just wouldn't work with the teddy, she told herself. Then, she stepped into a pair of her highest heel, black patent leather pumps that she knew Brad loved. The only jewelry that adorned her body was the band of gold on the third finger of her left hand that had been there since their wedding day. When Brad came home she was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in their bathroom doing her makeup. Darrel was picking her up at seven, that left her with half an hour.

As she pursed her lips and applied a coat of red lipstick, Brad walked into the bathroom and said, "Carol, you are a living wet dream."

"What a thing to say to your wife," she responded with a smile letting him know that what he had said was exactly the right thing.

"Stand up and give me a twirl."

"Hang on a sec, let me finish up here. Why don't you pour us a drink. I need something to take the edge off before I jump out of my skin."

Ten minutes later she walked into the family room where Brad sat on the old, comfortable brown couch with an icy drink in his hand. She didn't sit by him, but, stood before him, "is that for me?" she asked as she leaned over and picked up the drink from the coffee table that he had mixed for her.

"Nope, it's for my girl friend. She's coming over the second you leave and I want to get her drunk so I can jump her bones."

"Oh, Brad, please don't tease about that. I want to be the only girl for you."

He knew she was as serious as a heart attack. As he looked up at her with loving eyes, he said, "oh, baby, oh my sweet baby, that's something you will never have to worry about. You will always be the only girl for me." After he took a sip of his drink he said, "now, I think you owe me a twirl."

She laughed, set her drink down, stepped back, did a spin, faced him and placed her hands on her hips. "How was that?"

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Now lift up your skirt."

"She held the hem in each hand and lifted it about an inch, teasing him.

"Come on, baby, you know what I want."

And she did know what he wanted. She lifted until the hem was around her waist revealing, to his gaze, the very high cut teddy that completely left bare each smooth hip. "Is that better?" She asked in a husky voice. "Can you see too much?"

"That is better and I can't imagine how anyone could ever see too much of you. Don't worry about it," he said realizing that her trimmed pubic patch and just a hint of the cleft below it, could easily be seen through the gossamer cloth. He knew that the same cloth covered her perky boobs and small, very sensitive nipples, each surrounded by pebbly areolas of nearly the same shade of skin. No matter how dim the lighting at the party in Columbus, if she did remove her dress after dinner, everyone would see what only he had seen before. He felt himself becoming aroused just thinking about it.

Darrel was just a few minutes away from the house on Trammel Lane. He was glad that the weather had improved. Though it was very cold outside, inside the candy apple, red Corvette, it was warm as toast. When he turned fifty, the first thing he did was buy the powerful sports car. Ruthie didn't talk with him for a week after he brought it home. "You're like a kid going through puberty for the second time," she hollered, "you know we can't afford that." He knew that she was partially right on both counts. They really couldn't afford it and maybe he was entering a second puberty. He found himself thinking about every girl he had ever fucked and longed once again for those feelings residing in his distant past that had been so exciting to him when he was younger. A few years ago, he discovered porn and found that watching it gave him a boost that was next best to actually doing what he was watching. He was so glad that his best friend and office mate seemed to like the same things he did. Even though Brad was ten years younger than he was, they seemed to be kindred souls. They talked about everything including their sex lives. His had become non-existent at home while Brad's was every man's dream. The perfect wife, great kids and an okay but very secure job. The perfect wife is what Darrel envied the most and he made no secret about that when they had their conversations. And now he was on his way to their house to pick up the perfect wife of his friend. Maybe dreams do come true after all, he thought, as he pulled up in the driveway of the big, old house on Trammel Lane.

Carol dropped her skirt and said, "sounds like Darrel's early. I'll get my coat."

Brad didn't wait for the doorbell, he opened the door about the same time Darrel, whose misty breath warmed the chill-night air, stepped on the porch. In the foyer, Brad turned around and helped his wife put on her best winter coat.

It was an awkward moment as the three friends stood in the entry. Finally, it was Brad who said, "well drive carefully, Darrel, and don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

"Carol stepped into her husband's arms, kissed him on the lips, then whispered in his ear, "what does that mean?"

He leaned down, whispering back in her ear and said, "exactly what you think it means. It's okay if you do nothing and it's okay if you do everything and everyone."

She pulled back, looked at him and said, "I love you Brad. Wish you could come with us."

Darrel was uncomfortable witnessing the goodbye ritual and was looking down at his feet. Finally, Carol turned from her husband, and said to Darrel, "Okay, I'm ready to go." Both men wondered what, exactly, she meant by that. Did it mean anything more than I'm ready to go outside and get in your car?

As Darrel held the passenger door open to the low, powerful car with its engine still running, he said, "it's pretty warm in there, might want to take off your coat for the trip."

She did, tossed it in the back seat next to his coat, quickly got in and buckled the seat belt as Darrel closed her door. She soon realized that the low seats made it almost impossible to keep most of her thighs covered by the skirt of her dress which wanted to slip back. Finally, as the car backed out of the driveway, she knew that she couldn't ride all the way to Columbus pulling at the bottom of her dress to keep most of her legs covered. Within a few miles most of her gorgeous legs were uncovered, which wasn't lost on Darrel.

"You look beautiful tonight, Carol."

"Thanks Darrel," she said as she smiled at him. Before they had gone very far she was wondering if this wasn't all a terrible mistake. The wise thing to do, she told herself, would be to have Darrel take her home immediately. But she didn't tell him to do that. She knew that he and Brad would be very disappointed if she didn't at least go the party. She also knew, that she was very curious about what happened at parties like the one to which they were driving. It didn't take long for them to turn onto I-71. She couldn't count the number of times that she and Brad had driven to Columbus over the years. During their college years it was back and forth almost monthly. After they graduated, a couple of times a year they would attend a football game. With the birth of each child the frequency of their trips northeast diminished. She realized that it had been more than two years since she had been back to the city, almost exactly in the center of the state, where their alma mater was located.

"About tonight," Darrel said, "I know this wasn't something you were crazy about doing, but I want to thank you for going with me. I've never been to one of these parties either so I can't tell you very much about what goes on."

"Brad told me that your friend, I think he said his name is William, said everybody has dinner and then after dinner the women have to wear lingerie, something like that or nothing at all."

"Yeah, that's what he told me. Are you okay with that?"

"I'm not sure. I guess we could leave after dinner if we're uncomfortable."

"Sure we can do that," he said as he glanced at her bare thighs.

Carol could actually feel his gaze. For years she realized that she knew when men were looking at her. Well, not exactly just looking, she thought, more like leering at her. If she walked up a flight of stairs and a man was behind her she could almost feel where his eyes were looking and most of the time it wasn't at her shoulders, her back, or her feet, but at her ass. Now Darrel tried his best not to be obvious but, even though she was looking straight ahead, she could feel his gaze on her thighs and then as it moved up to the juncture that was nearly revealed to him. Pulling at her hem wouldn't accomplish much, she knew, and wouldn't help for hardly anytime at all anyway, so she did nothing. Her hands were in her lap but that wasn't quite right either because there isn't any such thing as a lap, really, her hands were resting on her pussy. If they were not there, the skirt of her black cocktail dress would ride higher and higher until the cloth of her black teddy came into Darrel's view.

"If we stay after dinner, I'm told it can get pretty rough."

That caught Carol's attention. "What do you mean by rough?"

"Oh, sorry. That probably wasn't the best choice of words. I didn't mean violent or anything like that. It's not an S&M club. I just meant that there will be lots of action. You know . . . I mean sexual activity."

"Yeah, I know that. Brad told me." She was quiet for a moment. Because the radio wasn't on, the only sounds that could be heard were the droning of the engine and their own breathing. "Brad tells me everything and I guess he also tells you everything."

"We're pretty tight. I don't keep secrets from him and I don't think he keeps many secrets from me either. Does that bother you?" he asked.

"It embarrasses me. I know that you know that we've watched the video with the pretty woman and all of those men. I think it must be German. I know that you know that he wants me to do things like she does that I can't imagine myself doing. And, we're in a car that minute by minute is taking us closer to a wild party that he wants me to attend with you."

"Carol, I sure don't want you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed. I want you to be excited."

"Well, guess what, I'm uncomfortable, embarrassed a little frightened," she turned toward him smiled and said, "and also very excited."

Chapter 6, Growing

Brad tried as best he could to relax. Yet he found the time just inching by. It seemed like it had been hours since he saw the red Corvette back out of his drive but he saw that it had been less than one hour. This is going to be a very, very long night he thought. He wished that Tim was home so they could do something together, but he hardly ever was anymore. If it wasn't a game, it was a party at someone's house, or a date. Usually when he came home his parents were fast asleep. Tonight would be no different. Well, maybe it would be a little different because when he did come home, his father certainly wouldn't be fast asleep because he was too nervous and excited, nor would his mother be fast asleep because she wouldn't be home, she would be at a party a hundred miles away near the university that Tim hoped to attend on a football scholarship.

Because Darrel had driven much faster than the speed limit, they were approaching the outskirts of Columbus much more quickly than for any of Carol's previous trips. "Hey honey," Darrel said with a familiarity that was unsettling to her, "reach in the glove box and hand me the slip of paper on top. It has the directions to the party. I think we're about fifteen minutes away which should be perfect. If we're there by eight fifteen we won't be the first or the last to arrive."

Carol had relaxed somewhat during the past half hour. Her folded hands had left her lap. Her right hand was behind her head and her left hand was resting on her warm thigh. Sure enough, the hem of the dress had ridden further up until the juncture of her slightly parted thighs, barely covered by the flimsy garment, was revealed to the eyes of a man, other than her husband's, for the first time. Darrel thought it was the most beautiful thing, next to her perfect face, that he had ever seen in his life and that included what he had seen in videos.

As the red sports car got closer to its destination, its occupants became more nervous and excited. A hundred miles to the southwest, Carol's husband also grew more restless. He knew that soon, his beautiful wife would be in a strange apartment surrounded by strangers. This wouldn't be the first time for her to be in a strange apartment, surrounded by strangers, because over the years she had attended many work-related parties with him. However, this would be the first time that the party goers were getting together for the sole purpose of having sex with someone other than their date, or spouse. This was something that Brad had thought about for several years and had been discussing with Carol, without any success until recently, for two years. In his fantasy, he was always there. It was always his hand intertwined with hers. He was the one who would kiss her and make her hot. It was his hot breath in her ear and his soft voice urging her to do something that was against her upbringing. His finger would caress her swollen breasts and gently touch her legs and the spot between them that always got wet in anticipation of his entry. It was always him who helped her take off her clothes and he who urged her to let herself go and have fun. But tonight he wouldn't be there with her. Reality seemed to be different for him than what he had dreamed.

Darrel followed the detailed directions and parked the car in the designated area. "Ready?" he asked.

"No. Honestly, I don't know if I ever will be," she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned around, leaned over the seat to retrieve her coat and at the same time his.

The interior light was on in the car and Darrel had a view of the most perfect ass he had ever seen because her dress had ridden up nearly to her waist. Both cheeks were completely bare and at the top of her crack a black, gauzy-like piece of cloth plunged between the orbs. She was as bare as if she had been wearing a thong, not a teddy. As she turned around and handed him his coat he said, "thanks. Thanks for the coat and even more thanks for the fantastic view."

"Oh you . . ." she said while blushing and smoothing down her dress. She did, however, appreciate his compliment. She knew he would look, and she had a pretty good idea of what he would see, so why, why did she do it? It was so unlike her and yet everything she had been doing for the past few months was so unlike the old Carol Taylor and it worried her.

In no time they were back inside the warmth of a building and lightly knocking on what Darrel hoped was the right door. It was opened by a very pretty black woman who identified herself as Alisha. She wore a colorful long gown with slits up both sides to her waist. If she was wearing anything under it the most it could have been would have been a dental floss thong because her brown legs were completely bared and flashed through the slits with each long stride. She collected their coats, quickly returned and asked them to join her in a small room off the entry. "Sit down, sit down, make yourselves comfortable. I want you to feel at home here. Now, because I know everyone who is here," she paused and laughed at her own remark, "you have to be William's friends, Carol and Darrel, right?"

"Right," Darrel replied.

"I think you know there is a donation expected for the evening," she said addressing Darrel. Who quickly took care of the business. "Also, this is a members only, very private party so I'd like you to read this and sign at the bottom," their friendly hostess said as she handed a clipboard and a pen to Carol.

Carol didn't really read what she was supposed to, she just signed next to one of the Xs and passed the pen and clipboard to Darrel. She noticed that her hands were shaking and realized it was becoming harder for her to breathe. Darrel did the same thing she had done - sign without reading - unless he was the world's fastest reader.

"Good, now that's out of the way let me tell you about tonight. Girl," she said as she turned toward Carol and gave her a smile that could light up a room, "I can guess that you must be about to pop right out of your skin. I remember I sure was at my first party."

"You're not wrong about that," Carol said nervously while returning Alisha's smile.

A white man walked in carrying a frosty flute of champagne in each hand and offered them to Carol and Darrel. "I'm Stan," he said, "welcome. Hope you have a great time tonight." Then he turned and left them.

"Okay, so tonight the next couple of hours will be like every party you've ever attended. Well, maybe a little better than the other parties you have attended. We're real careful about who gets in here. There's not a dud in the house if you know what I mean. Everyone's as cool as cool can be and very interesting. Not everyone's arrived yet, within half an hour we'll have more than twenty couples here. The bar's open so I suggest you mingle like you would at any cocktail party. Then, we'll have dinner. The tables are all set with eight people at a table. I've already arranged the seating so just look for your names. Any questions so far?"

Both Darrel and Carol nodded their heads no and each took another sip of the cool, delicious, golden bubbly liquid that tickled Carol's nose.

"After dinner the women will go into one bedroom and get down to undies, a towel or nothing at all, that's up to them. Same for the guys in another room. You okay with that?" She asked looking only at Carol.

Carol remembered that she had thought about leaving after dinner and had told both Darrel and her husband what she had been thinking. Now, though, didn't seem to be the time to say anything about leaving after dinner so she just said, "I understand."

"Good, that's good. Okay, you'll find this place is much bigger than you would think. Somehow people pair up. There's a small dance floor but frankly, here there's not much vertical dancing," she said laughing at her own wit. "The dinner tables in the main room disappear quickly and quietly and are replaced with mattresses and pillows. Also, there are three bedrooms for those who want a little privacy and nooks and crannies all over the place. The party ends when it ends. Sometimes that's four in the morning and sometimes its well into the next day."

Again, Alisha turned to Carol and said, "tonight is our regular party for interracial couples only."

"Darrel and my husband, Brad, explained that."

"I'm glad they did. Also, on other nights we sometimes host special, very special parties so if you're interested in that just let me know. We can arrange anything. And I do mean anything."

Carol was at a complete loss. She didn't have any idea what Alisha was talking about. Shit, thought Darrel, this chick is going to blow everything. He knew she was talking about what he, William and Brad had been working on, the thirty hung, black man gangbang for Carol, the project.

"Let's go into the other room and meet some of the people," said Alisha as she stood up and led them into a room that was much larger than one would expect in an apartment in Columbus, Ohio. There were comfortable chairs and sofas against the walls and in the middle of the room three round tables, arranged with seating for eight. They would soon learn that there were two more identical tables set up in an adjacent room. In one corner of the room was a fully stocked bar with a small crowd of people, two deep, standing in front of it. Even though Alisha had warned them that not everyone had arrived, the room already seemed very crowded to Carol.

When they walked in, a large black man with a bald head saw them and made a bee line straight for them. "Darrel, my man, welcome." Then he turned to Carol, put a hand on each of her bare shoulders, looked down at her and said, "you've gotta be sweet Carol." Then, he planted a big wet kiss on her lips. When he broke the kiss he said, "I'm William."

"Hi William, nice to meet you. I've got to catch my breath, Thanks for making all of the arrangements for us," she said being what she thought was appropriately polite.

"No problem beautiful, no problem at all. Guys, I gotta get back to my chick but I'll meet up with you at dinner. We're seated next to each other at that table there," he said pointing to the nearest table next to which was standing William's chick, a tall blonde who must have been about half his age.

For the next hour they mingled and met most everyone and the few who arrived after they did. Alisha was right. There was a great variety. People from every walk of life. Professionals and those who worked with their hands for a living, all were equal at the party. Carol thought that there were more black women with white men than white women with black men which, for some reason, surprised her. Suddenly, it was time to eat. William sat on her right and Darrel on her left.

The food was great. Carol thought that the dinner must have been catered. Midway during the dinner, William leaned closer to her and said, "so Carol, tell me what you think of this?"

"Everyone's been nice. The food is great. So far it's been fine."

"The best part is yet to come, trust me."

"That's what I'm told."

"Are you going to let me fuck you?"

"I beg your pardon," said the housewife who quickly set her fork down and turned toward William with a surprised look of disapproval on her beautiful face.

"You heard me, are you going to fuck me?"

"William, I know what kind of a party this is but I've never been asked that question before in my life. Well, maybe my husband has asked it . . . anyway, you took me by surprise. I haven't been thinking of that."

"Well let me tell you," he whispered, "there isn't anything in the world that I would rather do right now than fuck you," he said as he pressed the side of his leg against hers and placed his big left hand on her warm bare thigh.

"Play nice William. Slow down, slow down, okay? Let's just finish our dinner and see what happens." Carol thought it was almost like fending off a drunk at one of her husband's Christmas' parties. She knew, however, that William wasn't drunk and she also knew that she wasn't at a Christmas party of a Fortune 100 corporation, so his question wasn't really inappropriate. Furthermore, she didn't know how to answer because she honestly didn't know what to say. Before the night was over would she fuck William or Darrel or both men or the several other men who had let her know, although more subtlety than William just had, that they too sure wanted to spend time with her after dinner?

While William was hitting on her, Alisha, who was seated on Darrel's left was quietly and seriously talking with him. "Look Darrel, if this is what you and her husband want, then we can make it happen. However, I need to be sure that it is also what she wants. I've never seen a more beautiful woman. Before she leaves, I hope not until the end of the party, she has to tell me to make the arrangements. Looks like William is working on her. Does she even know about your project?"

"She sure knows that her husband wants her to fuck other guys. She also knows that he imagines that this hot chick in a fuck film, pulling a train of nearly thirty guys, is her. She doesn't know that we have been working on a plan, including tonight, to loosen her up. We're taking it slow Alisha, but making progress so please don't fuck things up for us by saying too much."

"I won't but I will talk with her later at the right time."

Carol knew exactly what was expected after dinner. A part of her wanted to flee, to tell Darrel to drive the red sports car home as fast as possible. Another part of her thought that so far this party hadn't been much different than every other party she had attended. Oh, the thing with William was different, but, it wasn't any big deal. Now it was time to go with the other women into a room and leave her dress, or to walk out the door and head south. She loved watching the video and wanted to see what it would be like to watch real people in her presence making love. It was that part of her that won out. She was very nervous as she joined several women and walked down a hall. They were giggling and the air was charged with nervous excitement. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind and unzipped the black dress which she carefully hung on a hanger and placed in the closet where all the other dresses, skirts and blouses would be stored for the next few hours.

Darrel was happily surprised that Carol hadn't said another word about leaving after dinner. He was wearing just his boxer shorts and self conscious about the extra twenty-five pounds he was carrying around his middle. Most of the women had returned to the big room. Like Alisha had promised, all of the tables had been carted away and replaced by three king size mattresses. Dozens of big fluffy pillows had been placed on the floor around the room. The lights had been dimmed and romantic mood music, that wasn't overpowering, could be heard in the background. Finally, he saw her. She couldn't have been more lovely. Even in the dim light she might as well have been nude. No, he realized that she was even sexier than if she was nude. The nearly transparent teddy provided a contrast to her glowing flesh which it barely covered at her most intimate places. Her breasts were swollen, but, her eraser-size nipples, though not large, seemed to be as stiff as spikes. He had wondered if she would be completely shaven down there and now he knew she wasn't. Her high heels made her long legs look even longer if that was possible.

He walked over to her and asked, "are you okay?"

"No I'm not okay, I've never been so embarrassed in my life. This is so not me, but, I'm here."

He handed her the drink that he had been holding for her. "Let's find a seat and see what happens."

He took her hand and led her to a love seat in the corner that had a view of all three mattresses. Just in the last few minutes they saw that several couples had paired up and none, except for them, with the person they came with or who was seated by them at dinner. In no time, or so it seemed to Carol, the lingerie for most of the women was off, the boxers and briefs for most of the men discarded and the kissing and fondling began. Within minutes women were going down on their partners. Getting every phallus in the room as hard as possible as quickly as possible seemed to be the order of the day,.

Carol thought this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. It was hotter than their video even though no one was fucking yet. There was so much going on all around her. This wasn't just watching one screen. Furthermore the difference between live and video was indescribable. Darrel put his arm over her shoulders and instinctively she leaned into him as she would if he had been Brad. He rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead. He looked down at her and she looked up at him and then they moved their heads slowly, painfully slowly together until their lips touched. Darrel couldn't believe it, he was kissing Carol, the most perfect woman in the world, a woman he had lusted after since the day they first met five years earlier at the company's annual picnic. It was Carol who parted her lips and touched his big, thick lips with the tip of her hot tongue. It was Carol's tongue that first explored every part of her companion's mouth that it could reach. She swabbed his teeth, under his tongue, on top of his tongue, his inner cheeks. She felt his hand on her breast, was not surprised and pushed herself into it. Darrel was encouraged and slowly slipped each tiny black strap off of each bare shoulder and then rolled the top of the teddy down until her breasts were bared. Not even the thin cloth was between his hands and her boobs. However, she was surprised when she felt a hand on her thigh and knew that it couldn't be one of Darrel's because they were busy with her nipples. She wanted to see who else was touching her but she didn't, she kept kissing Darrel.

She couldn't have been more surprised when she had to stop kissing and start breathing more fully again, to discover that the hand belonged to Alisha who was nude and sitting next to her with a big smile on her face. "Having fun, honey?"

"You could say that," Carol replied.

"Good that makes me happy."

By then the fucking had started. It seemed to Carol that all around them white women and black women were being fucked by white men and black men. The women were moaning and begging, some of the men were grunting as they pistoned into their partners.

"Want to see something special?" Alisha asked. She didn't even wait for an answer but stood up held out both of her hands and took one of Darrel's and one of Carol's hands into hers. "Come with me," she said excitedly.

She led them down the hall to a bedroom with the door open. It was crowded inside but when the people saw that it was Alisha with the newcomers they made way and let her lead them next to a king-size bed. The room was dark and it was hard to see, but, finally, Carol saw a black woman on her back on the bed with three or four guys working on her. One was in her mouth, another her pussy and the third in her tight ass. "She's air tight," Alisha offered. It looked to Carol as if the woman was stroking the cock of another man who stood near her head. She was exactly like the woman in the video, cumming constantly, non-stop real climaxes. For just an instant, Carol envied her and then thought she must be crazy. What am I even doing here she asked herself. This is sooo wrong, she told herself. No matter how one might try to defend it, she kept telling herself, it's just wrong. Nevertheless, she just stood there. Darrel stood behind her with his strong arms wrapped around her waist. One arm inched up to her breast and played with it. The other reached down and to the center of her being. The fingers on that hand were driving her crazy. Her pussy was separated from his digits only by the wispy black material. He placed his lips at her ear and whispered, "unsnap it for me baby."

At first she didn't think she understood him correctly, then she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. He didn't want even the flimsy material to be between them. He pressed against her back and she could feel the impressive bulge that was trying to wedge itself between the cheeks of her ass. Although she told herself she shouldn't, she found herself pressing back against him. With her left hand she reached between her legs, found the edge of the material and pulled up releasing the three snaps that kept the pieces of the teddy's gusset between her legs together. Because they were pulled so tightly when pressed together, when they were released both the front and rear pieces snapped up to her waist leaving her pussy and ass naked. Almost immediately, the long black forefinger was touching the little patch of perfectly trimmed pubic hair and then it went down and cleaved the slit at the top of her pussy. He felt that she was very wet and it excited him to think that perhaps he had made her hot. When his finger came in contact with the throbbing, tiny nubbin that was nestled there and that had long ago left its hood, Carol couldn't help it, she came. She placed the back of her right hand over her mouth to stiffle a scream, but, she still let out an ohhh, ohhh mmmmm, ahhhhhh ohhh. If it hadn't been before, the attention of nearly everyone in the bedroom was now focused on the newcomer, even more than the extreme action on the bed. Darrel had dropped his drawers and now nothing was between the gorgeous orbs and the black skin of his uncut cock that had a slick sheen on it from his precum mixed with her leakage.

Carol was as hot, or hotter, than she had ever been and desperately wanted to get fucked and she would have if Alisha hadn't interrupted by asking, "So what do you think about Brandy with the guys?"

Carol was shaken from her feelings and realized that her hostess was asking about the women on the bed who put the video gal to shame and was with only three or four guys.

"Looks like . . . looks like, she's having fun," said Carol trying to catch her breath and talk at the same time.

"Oh you can count on that, she loves it. Is that something you would like to do?"

For some reason Carol wasn't surprised by the question. She pushed back against Darrel's raging hard on to let him know that she hadn't forgotten him and said, "I don't know. I've only been with my husband."

"Well what do you think about what Darrel, your husband and William are planning for you?"

Darrel couldn't believe his own ears. Had this cunt actually said what he thought she had said? There goes three months of hard work down the drain he thought and, worse yet, maybe a great friendship. Then as he felt Carol clench the cheeks of her ass as she tensed up, he was certain that it was all over and that he would have a very chilly ride home no matter how hot the air inside the car.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered with an edge to her voice.

"Oh, sorry. Maybe I'm spoiling a big surprise. Me and my big mouth."

Darrel felt Carol relax a bit. He thought just maybe Alisha had said the right thing.

Carol knew that Darrel and Brad had been talking about her at work, especially since they saw their video the first time. "Sorry, too, Alisha but I'm not aware of any plans for me other than to come here tonight. If you know something I don't know, I'd like you to tell me about it," she whispered in Alisha's ear so as not to disturb what was happening in the middle of the bed.

"Come with me," Alisha said.

Darrel bent over, pulled up his boxers and had a hard time stuffing his shrinking cock back inside them. Then he followed the naked Alisha and the near naked Carol down the hall to the room they had first entered when they arrived. He knew that he couldn't leave them alone. If damage control was needed he wanted to be there. He was sure that when Brad learned of this, he would hit the ceiling.

"Honey," said Alisha, "I was told that you had a favorite video that you watched all the time. In the video this pretty white gal gets stuffed over and over with cock."

"That's true but I'm surprised you know all that."

"Not that it matters but it was William who told me about it. I guess Darrel must have told him."

"Yeah, I did Carol," he admittedly sheepishly.

"Anyway, I heard that the guys wanted to watch you do what the gal in the video did and what Brandy's doing, on a smaller scale, just down the hall. You're so beautiful and sexy I can understand why they would want to see that."

Carol knew that was what Brad wanted and she knew that there weren't any secrets between Brad and Darrel, but, still, she was surprised that they had talked about it with William and he in turn with Alisha. She realized that this was something Brad wanted more than she ever thought. Was that something she wanted also? "So tell me Alisha, exactly what is it that they want?"

Darrel was so glad that she hadn't put him on the spot.

Alisha didn't hesitate for a second. "Remember honey when I told you that we have other parties here that are special and never on the night of the interracial couples only party?"

"I remember, I didn't have a clue what you meant then, now I think I may be getting the idea."

"Anyway, we could have a party right here just for you. I know your husband believes it would be really hot if we arranged for lots of hung black guys just for you."

"How many is a lot?" she wondered.

"Thirty. That seems to be the magic number for Darrel and your hubby."

She was stunned. Then turning to Darrel she asked accusingly, "is this true Darrel? Have you and Brad and now your pal William been working on this?"

Darrel cleared his throat and said, "we've been talking about it, I guess to be honest I would have to say dreaming about it and wishing for it. It's obviously complicated, but, Alisha can make something like that actually happen. What do you think, Carol?"

There it was the sixty-four dollar question. She had to admit that she loved their video and she had loved the party so far. She knew that she had been very close to letting Darrel put his black cock inside her. After Darrel had finished with her, who knew what next? Would she have been filled with regrets, sobbed and asked to have been rushed home? Would others have taken his place? She couldn't honestly say, because she just didn't know. And now this revelation. It made what happened in the bedroom down the hall pale by comparison. It even trumped what she had seen in her favorite video. But this wasn't about a woman in a distant land who seemed to love sex and more sex, it was about her.

"You don't really want to know what I think about your project Darrel. Right now I think I need another drink and then walk around and see what else is happening." She turned to Alisha and said, "you are right and my husband and Darrel are right about one thing though, I do like to watch."

"We all do baby," said Alisha. "At least all healthy women like to watch just as much as the men. Don't believe all the bullshit that they, whoever they are, feed you that it's only men who like to watch."

Carol muttered under her breath as she walked away, "I've discovered that I like to be watched too."

Back in the big room it was break time. People were holding, hugging and rubbing but none were fucking. Darrel and Carol headed for the bar and got another drink. Darrel made sure that his didn't contain alcohol because of the drive before them. Carol felt that, for the first time, she wanted to get drunk, but, she knew that she wouldn't.

They found an unoccupied place to sit and were silent for a while. When Darrel's arm went around her neck he thought she might stiffen, but, she didn't, she placed her head on his shoulder. Her entire bottom was still bare because she hadn't re-snapped the teddy. It was Carol who initiated this kiss that now was somewhat familiar. She felt someone sit beside and thought that it might be Alisha again, however, when she broke the kiss and glanced over, she saw that it was a smiling William. She went back to kissing Darrel but wasn't at all surprised when she felt a hand on her thigh. Because she didn't resist, William assumed that he had a license to do more and so he did. His fingers did what Darrel's had done in the bedroom earlier. They played with the tendrils above her snatch. They touched her clit and then ever so skillfully, between thumb and forefinger they massaged - jacked off like a miniature cock - the tiny hard piece of engorged flesh. That took Carol over the top as she announced to everyone in the room, "Ohhhh, ooooohhhhh, I'm . . . I'm cumming."

William moved quickly. He spread her legs a little and tried to worm his middle finger inside her but she clamped her legs tightly together.

In the big old house on Trammel Lane, Brad had been surfing the television like a mad man. Nothing seemed to interest him. He tried reading a trashy paper back novel that he had stalled out on about half way through, but, just couldn't get back into it. He tried telephoning his son and daughter both away at colleges without success. After all, he reasoned it was a Friday night and if they had answered their cell phones when they saw that it was dad calling, they might have social problems. The only thing he could think about was his gorgeous wife and how he longed to see her, to touch her, to smell her and taste her. He couldn't wait until she was home, but, it was only midnight and he knew that he would have to wait awhile unless they hadn't stayed after dinner.

Back in the apartment Carol's head was spinning. Two black men were working on her and making her feel like a million bucks. She knew that both wanted to fuck her. Did she want to fuck them? The honest answer was, yes she did, but not tonight she reasoned.

Sometime after that, she didn't know when it was exactly, she felt tugging on the black, teddy that was bunched around her waist and lifted her ass to assist in its removal. With the cloth gone and her shoes on the floor, she was just as naked as the gal in their video during its second half. She never saw the flimsy black teddy again. She didn't know it at the time, and she wouldn't have cared if she had known, that women's lingerie at the interracial couples only parties were like trophies. By the end of the night the bras, panties, peignoirs and teddies would disappear from their owners, never to be seen by them again.

"I have to pee," she told Darrel as she stood, stepped into her heels and then walked naked and proudly to the bedroom where she had left her dress and purse.

She took her cell phone to the nearest empty bathroom and called Brad's cell phone. Brad had drifted off and was in a restless sleep when he was awakened by the ringing. He saw that it was two in the morning when he looked at his illuminated cell phone to see who was calling. "Carol, are you okay?"

"I'm fine my darling. We're about to leave and I wanted you to know that I'm okay."

"Thanks. I've been worried. So, can you talk?"

"Yes, I'm in the john."

"Well, well . . . how was the party?" he asked.

"Come on honey. Be direct, ask me whatever you want to."

"Okay then, did you fuck anybody?"

"Nope I haven't."

"Okay," he said, "let me start at a different level, have you kissed anyone?"

"Oh yes."

"Has anyone seen you naked?"

"Yes, everyone has seen without anything on. I'll make this easier for you, honey. I've made out with Darrel been touched and rubbed, my boobs have been played with and my nipples have been tweaked and even gently bitten. Tonight, I've done a lot but no cock, finger or tongue has been inside my pussy or ass."

Brad didn't know what to say. After all, wasn't this exactly what he wanted? He shouldn't have been surprised by anything she told him because he had put everything in motion to make it happen. "Okay, I can't wait until you're back home. You can't know how much I miss you."

"Brad, there's something else I have to tell you."

"What's that sugar?"

"I know all about your project."

"What did you say?" He was sure he must have misunderstood.

"You heard me Baby. I know everything about your project, I mean everything."

Oh hell, he thought. Darrel must have blabbed all of the details to her although she didn't sound pissed off. "So how did that come about?" he asked cautiously, not really sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"Alisha, the gal that runs this place, and William, Darrel's friend, had been talking, but, I guess I'm not telling you anything that you didn't already know. Anyway, she talked with me about it for a long time. I know that's what you want and have been working towards. One of the reasons that I didn't get screwed tonight, even though I desperately wanted to and needed to, is because I want you to be there if I ever do baby."

Carol stopped to gather her wits before she went on, "anyway, Darrel, Alisha and William are trying to talk me into coming back someday for a private party, a party where I would be the only woman but for Alisha. What do you think about that?"

A stunned Brad didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. For two years, or more, the thought of seeing Carol doing what the woman in their video had done was what he was certain he also wanted to see for real. Now, he wasn't as certain as he had been. Nevertheless, he said, "Carol, I've told you over and over what I want. What's most important now is that this is also what you want."

"The women here seem to enjoy being pounded by more than one guy. I know I would too, it's just how would we both feel after? I'm more concerned about our emotions than being able to deal with what would happen physically. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to tell Alisha before Darrel and I leave?"

There it was. He could say "no, tell her no and rush back home to me," and that would be the end of the project. Alternatively, he could say "yes" and then some Friday night in the future they would drive up to Columbus and turn his years-long fantasy into a reality. Carol's question hung heavy in the air without an answer for several seconds. Then the answer came softly through her cell phone, "tell her yes."

"Brad, I can't believe you really mean that. This isn't a game, this is real. This isn't a video or even our sexy pillow talk."

There was silence on both ends for a minute. "Carol, you can believe me. I really want the project to become a reality. I love you Carol."

"I love you too Bradley."

Nothing else needed to be said.

Before they dressed and left for the drive back to Cincinnati, Carol hemmed and hawed and eventually told Alisha nervously, "okay, Alisha, I called my husband and I guess we're in. When are we going to do this?"

"I was thinking about next Friday. About 8:00. How does that sound?"

"Are you serious? Next Friday? I was thinking about months from now," said a very surprised Carol.

"Why wait? Will you be having your period next Friday?"

"No. That's not it."

"Then, like I said, why wait? Look, this is what your husband wants. All the prep work is right here at my end. I have a lot of work to do and only a week in which to do it but I promise I can get it done. How about 8:00 next Friday?"

"Okay . . . we'll be here," Carol said but she didn't know where the words came from.

Darrel, standing nearby, couldn't believe his ears. The project was about to be a success and nearly three months early at that. His only regret was that it was just his fingers and tongue that had touched Carol's beautiful pussy and ass tonight. Next Friday, he was determined that his cock would be one of the thirty to bury itself deep inside her gorgeous body.

The drive home was quiet. Carol tried to get some sleep, but, couldn't. Darrel said, "honey, are you okay?" She remembered that was the same question Brad had asked her when they talked on the phone.

She didn't know how to answer his question because she didn't know if she was okay. In her wildest dreams she could never have imagined that she would do what she had already done and, especially, what she planned to do. After all, she was a wife and a mom. Except for the time at college she had only lived in one house, in the same city where she was born. She was dependable, hard working and faithful. Now, in a single night, all of that had changed.

Chapter 7, Harvesting

Carol didn't get out of bed until two in the afternoon on Saturday. Not only was she exhausted from the party, but, the second they hit the mattress on their big bed, Brad was all over her.

"Did you talk with Alisha before you left?"

"Ya, we're set for next Friday."

Brad was as surprised as she had been by the implication that everything could be arranged in a just week. "She can do all that in a week?"

"She said she can."

"So she'll have everything ready in Columbus, but what about you will you be ready by then?"

"No Brad, honey, I won't be ready then, not really ever, but if that's what you want I'll do it."

He fucked her harder than ever before, then he bombarded her with a myriad of questions. She had to retell everything that happened at the party, in minute, detail to satisfy his curiosity. The sun was coming up when they finally fell asleep. The rest of the day was normal with weekly shopping and chores around the house. Saturday night they were sound asleep before ‘Saturday Night Live' ended, which was unusual for therm.

On Sunday, Tim joined them for the traditional IHOP breakfast. No one who saw the gorgeous woman wearing faded jeans, white sneakers, a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap and with her long, brown hair in a pony tail, seated in a booth laughing and talking with her husband and teenager, would ever guess that in a few days the plan was that she would be driven to Columbus, enter an apartment where thirty, naked black men would be waiting for her, and then she would fuck each of them.

Both Darrel and Brad were uncomfortable at work on Monday morning. Their project was a success, but their friendship had been tested in a way that few ever are. Both men were happy that their friendship had passed the test and endured.

The days moved at different paces for each of them. For Carol, time seemed to whiz by. For Brad, he was so anxious that some days were ponderous, others more normal and one or two of the days he couldn't even remember. Darrel couldn't wait. He was like a kid at Christmas time so the hands of the clock moved at the pace of snails for him. In Columbus, Alisha was busy making sure that everything and everyone would be ready for Friday night.

She actually went right to work on Saturday before Carol and Brad were out of bed by calling four of the guys who were at Friday's party. Each conversation was nearly identical: "Remember that knockout white chick who was at the party last night?" Alisha would ask.

"How could I forget her?"

"Well we're having a special private party for her on Friday and she's going to pull a thirty guy train."

"You're shittin me. At the party she didn't really do anything but make out a little with William's friend."

"I'm not shitting you. Are you in?"

"Fuckin A I'm in."

"Good, good. Do you have any friends that might be interested. They have to be clean and hung."

"What about white guys?"

"Sorry, all the cars in this long train will be black."

And so it went, call after call with no turn-downs. By Tuesday most of the guys had been lined up but she didn't tell that to William - who had become the unofficial go between between Columbus and Cincinnati - until Thursday when William called Darrel and told him that he had talked with Alisha and everything was all set at that end. The guys would get there before Carol, Brad and Darrel arrived. Alisha explained to William that it didn't matter what Carol wore. Also, she suggested that Carol arrive with her hair in curlers and with no makeup. Alisha would brush out Carol's hair and apply her makeup. She gave instructions to William for them to use the back door because the men would already be there. Alisha also thought that it would be a great idea to video the party and she needed to know if she should also make those arrangements. Darrel was pretty sure that Carol and Brad would object to making a video of Carol's party, but, he had been very surprised before, so on Friday morning he talked with Brad.

"William called and they are wondering if you want them to video the party so you can have a record of everything that happens. I was thinking that if we've gotten so much pleasure out of watching a woman on the other side of the globe, just think about how much more exciting it will be to watch Carol over and over again."

"I hadn't even thought about it. Well, I guess I had thought about. I think I've assumed that they would capture it on video. I sure wouldn't want it to be distributed though."

"I'm with you on that."

"Let me call Carol and see what she thinks."

"Oh, before you do, there are a couple of other things. Let's see, oh yeah, Alisha said that it doesn't matter what Carol wears and it's okay if she arrives with her hair in curlers and no makeup because we'll enter through the back door. When we get there, Alisha will brush out her hair and apply her makeup."

Carol realized that she needed to start getting ready. Then she thought that it wasn't so much a matter of grooming and getting dressed, but, mentally getting ready for her adventure. She realized that she had mentally and emotionally been getting ready for this for two years, very slowly, step by step, especially during the last few months after Project Carol was launched, but was she really ready?. She was standing naked in their bedroom before the full length mirror when she heard her cell phone ring. "Hi honey," she answered when she saw that it was Brad calling.

"Hi Carol. How are you doing?"

"Everybody asks me that and I don't know what to say."

"Darrel and William have been talking. They want to know how you would feel if they video tape everything tonight."

"I hadn't thought about that. I sure don't want millions of people to see me."

"I believe that it would just be for us."

"Then, I think they should. I love to watch the gal in our video. I'm not so sure how I will feel watching myself though."

"Okay, gotta run. I'll tell them to make the arrangements for the video. Love ya. Oh, wait, there's more. Alisha said that it doesn't matter what you wear and it's okay if you have your hair in curlers and no makeup. I think she wants to take care of that at her place."

"I sure don't want the guys to see me with no makeup, my hair in rollers and wearing jeans."

"No, no. That's not it. I guess there's a back entrance or something so they won't see you when we arrive."

"Okay, got it."

He was gone before she could say goodbye. As she looked at the woman reflected in the full length mirror, she saw that she looked the same as she had appeared before last Friday's couples only, interracial party. But, appearances can be deceiving. She wasn't the same, she was a different person.

This time the three rode in Brad's jeep. Carol sat in the back seat. She had followed Alisha's advice and was wearing jeans, boots and a big quilted coat. Her hair, in fact, was in rollers. She didn't feel comfortable with Brad and Darrel seeing her like this and without even a trace of makeup. All three of them were nervous which was manifested by constant conversation about everything, but, where they were going and why they were going there. It took longer in the Jeep than in the Corvette to drive from the southwest corner of the state to its geographical center, but only by a few extra minutes and they arrived right on time.

Suddenly they were there. After Brad parked and set the brake, he turned around and looked at his wife. He wasn't surprised the she was a step or two beyond nervous. "Well, baby, this is it. Last chance. What do you think?"

Darrel felt like he was eaves dropping and so he stepped out of the car into the cold night to give Brad and Carol some privacy. He sure hoped they wouldn't talk long though because he was freezing his ass off.

"I think this is what you want," Carol said. "I mean obviously, I know this what you want or we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have been here last Friday. We wouldn't watch those videos together. You wouldn't talk about all the things you want me to do with other men. It would be like it always was, just us, just you and me, just Brad and Carol. So I know this is what you want, right?"

"Carol I can't seem to think of anything else. I can't explain why and any attempt now I know would seem feeble. Yeah, this is what I want."

Carol didn't say anything. She just opened the door and got out of the jeep.

This time they went around the back of the building and up a flight of stairs. Carol didn't know if her legs would support her as she climbed the stairs. She thought they might give out as she started the ascent following Darrel, who seemed to know where they were supposed to be going. He wrapped on the door just once before it was opened. Alisha was dressed almost exactly like Carol, jeans, boots and a sexy sweater. "Come in, come in, welcome . . . get out the cold." She gave Carol a kiss on both cheeks, hugged Darrel and turned to Brad. "Brad it's so nice to finally meet you. Thanks for this, thanks for tonight. I hope it will be everything you've been dreaming about." Then she also kissed him on both cheeks.

She led them to the door of the very same bathroom Carol had been in when she called Brad just a week ago. "Guys, we've got to get her ready so give us a few minutes and go meet the brothers." She turned to Darrel, "we're all set up in the main room. There are snacks, soft drinks and juice." With that she and Carol went into the bathroom and closed the door.

After the bathroom door was closed and he was separated from the love of his life, Brad wasn't sure he would be able to swallow because his mouth was as dry as desert sand. He actually felt a little faint as he walked slowly behind Darrel and thought how awful and embarrassing it would be if he passed out. They could hear talking and nervous laughter coming from down the hall. Then they entered the room that the Friday before had first been filled with round tables and later with three king-sized mattresses. However, tonight in the center of the room were two giant mattresses pushed together and covered with, what looked like, brand new white bottom sheets. Standing around were dozens of men. All of them were black and all of them were naked. Brad saw that each man had a black plastic bracelet around his right wrist. None wore a mask or a hood as some had in their favorite video. All of the men seemed very anxious. The air was so thick with anticipation and excitement it seemed as if you could cut it with a dull butter knife. There was soft music playing in the background that was the same that had been playing the week before, but, Brad couldn't have known that. Two fully clothed young white men were standing by huge video cameras on the floor and talking with each other. He noticed that a light on a stand was aimed at the mattresses, but, hadn't been turned on yet.

"Are you okay?" Darrel asked.

"I'm terrified. I sure hope this isn't a huge mistake . . . "

He was interrupted by a totally nude William who stuck out his hand and said, "Hey Brad, this is great, glad to finally meetcha."

Brad couldn't help but notice the big, black cock between William's legs that, while soft, was still bigger than he was when totally hard. Brad shook William's hand and said, "likewise, man."

"Hey Darrel," said William, "ain't you gonna get ready to party? You know you're included in the thirty count, donncha?"

This didn't come as a surprise to Brad. He knew that Darrel was going to fuck Carol. But Darrel wasn't a stranger, he was his best friend. He was someone that he saw every work day and often on weekends too. He remembered that Darrel had made out with his wife just a week ago at this very place. How would he feel after watching his friend between his wife's legs as he pounded into her? It wouldn't be too long now before he had some idea of how it would feel.

He surveyed the guys who had sort of organized into groups of three or four and couldn't help noticing that Alisha had really come through in the "hung" department. Each was endowed with a cock that was much larger than average. Some were very thick, some very long but most were thick and long. Even though they were not completely hard he saw that some of the cocks were bigger than any that he and Carol had ever seen the videos. Not one, that he could see, was as small as the largest in their video. About half of the cocks were cut, like he was.

He guessed that the nervous men must have ranged in age from about 25 to 55, maybe even sixty for one guy who was, nevertheless, in great shape. He could picture some of them in business suits functioning as lawyers or bankers. A few he could see in operating rooms saving lives as skilled surgeons. Yet others he could imagine behind bars. More than half of the men had shaved heads, a few wore dreadlocks and some sported traditional close-cropped haircuts. Several of the men who were anxiously awaiting the arrival of his wife, had tattoos inked on their bodies, some sported earrings. The skin color ranged from blue-black to light mocha. Three of the men that he thought might have been body builders were hairless. He would later learn that they were porn stars from Cleveland who not being paid for their services that night but just had to see this white chick that everyone was talking about.

In the bathroom, Alisha stood back and admired her handiwork. Carol's hair had never been more beautiful. It was loose, lustrous and sexy. Her makeup was perfect. Her eyes seemed bigger and brighter than ever. Her glossy, red lips were full and inviting. "Okay, girl," said Alisha, "the guys are all waiting. They're all naked so I suggest that you just walk in naked also. However, there's a robe on the hook there, if you want it, but, I don't think it's necessary."

"Okay," Carol said as she leaned over, pulled off her boots and then took off her white socks. She stood and unbuttoned the button on her jeans and skimmed them off her legs. She pulled off her sweater and, because she wasn't wearing underwear, she was now naked. Carol realized that she had mussed her hair when she took off her sweater and so did Alisha.

"Let me fix that," said Alisha as she whisked a brush through Carol's hair. "Okay, now there are a couple of things we should talk about. "I have some lube which I imagine you'll need."

"I won't need any lube," Carol said with confidence, already feeling the anticipatory moisture between her legs. Dryness had never been a problem for her.

"Okay, then, but it's there if you need it. Also, none of the guys will wear a rubber, is that okay with you?"

She hadn't even thought about that. She couldn't get pregnant, but, that wasn't the only reason for protection these days, she knew. She remembered that none of the men in her favorite video wore condoms. Also, the wetness seemed to be an important part of the video that both she and Brad enjoyed so much. The volume of wetness that they saw in the video could never be produced by just one man as had been her only experience. She remembered Brad saying once while the were watching their video and the woman's pussy was dripping, "the wetter the better." "That's okay, too," replied Carol.

"Any questions before we go out there?"

"Alisha, oh this is kind of awkward . . . well, here goes, you know I've never been with any other guy. I fooled around at the party a week ago but I didn't screw anyone. So tonight, I guess in just a few minutes this will be the first for me. I mean, well I think Brad's a little bit above average in size. I know you've gathered a group of hung guys and I'm well, even though I don't need lube, I'm kind of . . ."

"Honey, oh you sweet honey. A woman's pussy is like a cheap pair of men's socks, ‘one size fits all.' It don't matter none if the foot's a little biddy foot or at the end of the long leg of an NBA center, each can slip his foot all the way inside. Same with our pussies. Don't worry, take your time, your body will adjust and accommodate. I've discovered that if you're sufficiently aroused your twat will stretch enough to take almost any dick. Are you aroused Carol?" she asked even though it was obvious that she was very hot indeed.

"I'm terrified, but like I said, I'm so aroused that I won't need artificial lube."

"Well you'll be fine and just remember you don't have to take every inch."

"That's the only way I know how to do it Alisha. I can't imagine leaving any outside."

Alisha smiled knowingly. "That's up to you sweety. Anything else?"

"No."

"Well, are you ready sugar?"

"Everybody keeps asking me if I'm all right and if I'm ready. Truth is, I'm not all right, I'll never be ready but I'll go with you to the other room."

Every inch of Carol's body was on fire. Even as her bare soles, heels and the pads on her toes came in contact with the carpeted floor it was sensuous. Just walking caused her breasts to sway a bit but not really bounce because there wasn't that much too bounce and they were still nearly as firm as they had been the first time Brad removed her bra. Nevertheless, the movement caused her nipples to want human contact right then. Also, each stride caused the outer lips of her vagina to move just enough so that her clit could feel it. But she knew that it was her brain that was firing sparks to the surfaces of her body and even deep within it in preparation for what was now inevitable.

Alisha smiled when she saw Carol caress her breasts and pinch each of her nipples while they were walking down the hall. Wow, Alisha, thought, I've got a hot one here. She acts like she's been doing this all her life.

They were about to enter the big room when Alisha turned and said quietly, "let me go in and introduce you. Four of the guys were here last Friday, not counting William and Darrel, but, all the rest will be new to you. When you come in, just walk right to the center of the mattresses, lay down and then just go with the flow." Almost as an afterthought Alisha asked, "Honey, what about anal and oral?"

"What?" Carol questioned with a puzzled look.

"Your mouth and your ass, not to be crude, but are they open for business?"

Carol couldn't have been more surprised by the question. When she and Brad made love nothing was off limits. However, she did remember that the woman in their video didn't do anal. "Yes, everything's open tonight."

"And, what about kissing?"

"Did you just ask me if kissing was okay?" And then she rushed on without giving Alisha a chance to respond. "I mean, I thought that was what you asked. I can't imagine making love without kissing. That's okay too."

"Okay then," said Alisha with a grin, "here goes," and she strode into the room out of Carol's sight but not out of her hearing.

Carol was trembling. She heard the guys shout and whistle when they saw Alisha and they knew that the action was about to start. She could clearly hear every word that Alisha said, "Okay guys, thanks for coming over tonight. I've got a real treat for you. Carol is by far the most beautiful woman, black or white, that I've every seen. A few of you met her last Friday but for the rest of you, you're in for a great surprise. You need to know that she's never been fucked by anyone but her husband, Brad, who is with us tonight and whose idea it was that Carol be shared, so take it easy on her, but not too easy, if you know what I mean." Carol could hear nervous laughter from the men, then Alisha continued, "I just asked Carol if there was anything that you couldn't do and she looked at me with surprise and said, ‘no,' so all holes are open, take your pick and have fun. Tonight, we're going to go until nobody, Carol or any of you guys, wants to go anymore. With that, let me introduce all of you to my friend, Carol. Carol come on in and meet the guys.

As she slowly walked into the room it was obvious that the waiting men were very happy with what the saw. Alisha hadn't exaggerated. The woman was even more beautiful and sexy than she had described. Not only that, but she looked like the last person on earth one would expect to be where she was and about to do what she was about to do. The men smiled at each other, nodded their heads and cleared a path for Carol to walk to the sheet covered mattresses.

Brad was sure that he was hyperventilating. He couldn't believe what he saw. He expected her to be wearing a gown, a robe, a towel or something, but, he saw that she wasn't wearing anything including shoes. He could tell how nervous she was as she walked into the room with a smile that didn't mask her terror and walked straight for the mattresses without making eye contact with anyone. She knelt down in the center and then rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. As her knees parted just slightly, it was seen as an invitation to the black men closing in on her. Apparently, the event had been somewhat organized because only four or five men dropped down to be with her, the others stood back nervously watching, stroking their cocks and waiting their turns. Somehow the big light high on the stand had been turned on and the space on the mattress illuminated. Brad stepped in closer and saw what the cameraman was seeing through the lens with his camera at eye level and aimed down at the action. It was nearly identical to the opening scene of "their video." A dainty foot attached to a long gorgeous leg. A beautiful white woman on her back, with a cock in her mouth, except this time, the cock was big black unlike the white small one in the video. Black men feasted on each perky breast and the turgid nipples that crowned them while another was on his knees between her legs, rubbing his hard cock up and down the slimy slit of the writhing white woman. The woman's hand was clutching the back of the thigh of the black man between her thighs, sort of pulling him towards her. And then the man between her legs with the giant cock plunged in. The woman on the white sheet moaned and her face and neck were flushed, her bright eyes widened in surprise as she began what would be a nearly constant, uninterrupted climax. Brad had never seen anything like it. He had always known that the video gal was no match for his wife, now she was proving that he was right.

Carol had been thinking about this moment for a long time even though she thought that it would always remain safely in the realm of a naughty fantasy. She had never felt anything in her life as wonderful as the giant black cock entering her. Then, it began to hurt a little until her body got used to the unusual and unfamiliar size. She quickly adjusted to the black stranger's girth, but, wondered how long he was. It seemed as if he just kept going. She knew he had hit bottom, then her vagina seemed to elongate and give way to the new, very different, very black cock as it explored deeper and deeper inside her. Eventually, his public bone came in contact with hers. Alisha was right, one size does fit all she thought. He rested, as she squeezed with her internal muscles milking him. She was so lost in her feelings that she had almost forgotten the black cock in her mouth, the mouths and teeth on her breasts and nipples and the stiff cock she was holding in her left hand, the hand with the band of gold around her third finger.

Then, the man between her legs braced himself and began to fuck her with an intensity that she couldn't have imagined before and didn't think she had ever seen in the videos. Her climax was unabated as he pounded into her and she gasped for each breath. She was afraid she might pass out when he announced to the room that he was coming too. She felt the hot juice that had been boiling in his black balls explode more deeply inside her than any had ever before. As he slipped out of her gooey pussy, he was quickly replaced by the man that she had been sucking, but, not before a white, thick gob of his jizz was pushed out of her throbbing, raw pussy, like the woman in the video, oozed out trailed down over her asshole and puddled on the white sheet. She knew that when the video was edited that a number "1" would flash across the screen.

Brad had been dreaming about this moment for more than two years. Like Carol, he too never expected it to ever be more than just a fantasy to stimulate their love making. But the woman on her back with her legs spread wide, who was flushed and in obvious heat, wasn't a fantasy woman, she wasn't a person in a video, she was his wife. The pretty painted toes that were curled were toes that he had sucked for more than two decades. The pussy that was dripping white semen deposited by another man was one that he knew better than he knew any part of his own body. It was, after all, his favorite place in the whole world. It was the only pussy he had ever touched, the only one he had ever kissed the first last and only pussy that he had screwed. He knew how the black man must have felt as she squeezed his big, hard black cock with her wet, hungry cunt. He was sure that the man standing nearby with his slick cock slowly shrinking and talking quietly with another nude black man would be spoiled for the rest of his life. Brad was certain that the black stranger would be disappointed every time he had intercourse with anyone else if he compared her with Carol.

"That was the fuck of the century," said the man who was her first that night to another who was anxiously waiting his own turn. "And guess, what, no faking for this chick. I mean she really was into it and cumming for real, constantly."

That night in Columbus, the pattern continued. William was number "7." When he finished he walked over, stood beside Brad and said, "I've fucked a lot of women but I gotta tell ya man, I've never had a better piece of ass than that one just now with your Carol."

Brad was brought back from a near trance and guessed that a polite "thank you" was in order so that is what he said. He couldn't help notice the frothy sheen that covered William's huge dick and knew that most of it was from the guys that had made their deposits before William did but that some of it was from the fantastic creature on the floor begging for more and more, his breathtakingly beautiful wife.

Brad thought that Alisha must have set the thermostat above 75 degrees. However, the heat of the bodies in the crowded space must have added several degrees to the temperature produced by the furnace in the building's basement. As Brad took a deep breath in the clammy room, he was aware of a melange of fragrances and odors. Every man there must have chosen a different after shave lotion, which when mixed with their respective perspiration, gave off a strange but not unpleasant smell. However, at ground zero, as Brad had come to think of the spot where Carol's body was being pressed down and covered by the broad back and shoulders of a bald black man who seemed intent on driving her through the floor, the fragrance that wafted up to his nostrils was a mixture of Carol's special occasion perfume, semen, sweat and his wife's own distinctive bodily secretions.

After number "10" had stiffened and shot off, Alisha, who had removed her clothes, brought Carol a glass of water and then wiped traces of someone's thick ejaculate off Carol's cheek with a damp wash cloth. An admirer, who was so eager he couldn't wait to release inside her pussy, and who had remained too long in her hot mouth, had left it on her face. Alisha told her what a great job she was doing and asked, "need anything else sweety?"

"More cock," was the quick, quiet almost desperate answer.

"Ain't you just summin else?" said Alisha who was rubbing her all over. Then, she scooted down and had her head between Carol's thighs. She must have spent several minutes sucking out what remained inside of Carol's vagina though most of the guy's semen had ended up on the white sheet as Carol had squeezed after each man's climax, just like the woman in the video had done.

After Alisha had finished cleaning Carol's pussy, she stood up and walked over to Brad. She put her arm around his waist, leaned into him smiled and said, "want me to show you the bedroom?"

Brad smiled back, "thanks Alisha, but I'm a one woman guy. Carol will always be the only girl for me."

"Ain't she the lucky one?" Alisha responded sincerely.

A few of the men wanted to fuck Carol like a dog and so she rolled over, raised up on her hands and knees, stuck her ass high in the air and backed onto them. Most, however, wanted her on her back, just like the pretty woman in their video.

Numbers "12," "13" and "14" all climaxed simultaneously. Number 12 in her juicy pussy, number 13 in her hot mouth and number 14 deep inside her tight ass.

Brad, hadn't even noticed Darrel undress because he was so engrossed in what his wife was doing. Darrel was number "17."

When Carol realized who it was plunging inside her she said, "Oh Darrel, you feel so good but I must be so stretched, I'm so sorry."

Darrel couldn't believe his ears. "Sorry!" he said as he stopped moving and looked down on the face of the freshly fucked woman who had been the stimulus for hundreds of his climaxes, both from his own hand and even when he was with other women. "My sweet, sweet baby, you're just the very best, period." And then he moved with a fury that he hoped wouldn't cause him to have a heart attack. But hey, he thought, if you have to die someplace and doing something, then between Carol's legs while fucking her is the way I want to go.

It was after 11:00 when the thirtieth man came inside Carol. Brad looked around and saw that about half of the men who had been there in the beginning had already left. Four or five were dressed and just hanging around watching and drinking. But, there were several naked black men, including Darrel and William, still hanging around. Several times during the night someone had wiped the area between Carol's legs with a towel and every time the terry cloth came in contact with her sensitive skin she came.

It was 12:30 when Carol stood up and walked back to the bathroom with Alisha to freshen up and dress. No one counted after thirty and so how many of her lovers came back for seconds or thirds no one really knows, not that it matters. A half hour before the cameramen put down their, cameras, stripped off their clothes and took their turns. They were the second and third white men to ever enter her body. Of course they followed one white man, Brad, her husband and thirty different black men.

Darrel, who was now dressed and William, also clothed, had seconds. Brad had been almost riveted to the same spot he had been standing at when it all began four hours earlier. Every muscle in his body hurt every joint ached. His cock had been bursting in his pants and several times he was sure he would shoot off, but he didn't. He was so caught up in Carol and what she was doing and must be feeling that he didn't think of himself at all.

William had slipped out without saying goodbye and then suddenly, Carol and Alisha were back in the room. Carol looked almost exactly as she had when they arrived, except for her hair that had been in the big rollers. He saw that the makeup that Alisha had so carefully applied was long gone. But, she didn't really need any makeup because she was aglow though now she seemed a little embarrassed and even a little shy. He expected that she might be walking very tenderly but she wasn't at all. Her strides were long and confident. He took her in his arms and kissed her even though he knew what those same lips had been doing all night. She hugged him tightly as if she didn't want to ever let go.

Finally it was Alisha who said, "Well, we've been doing things like this a long, long time, but tonight sets a new high mark. I doubt that it will ever be surpassed by anyone else. If it ever is surpassed I imagine your would have to break your own record. Carol, thank you soo much. If there's ever anything I can do for you, and I mean anything, anything at all, just let me know, okay?"

"I will Alisha. Thank you too. You made something that I thought would be impossible, or at least incredibly difficult, possible. It was a great night for me. I am worried how I'll feel about all of this in the days to come, however."

"Call me if you need a friendly ear or better yet drive over and have lunch with me. I have a couple of ideas that you might find interesting," Alisha said as she planted a farewell kiss on Carol's cheek.

Brad was sure that Carol would be so exhausted that she would sleep all the home but when they got to the car he was surprised to hear her ask Darrel, "can you drive?"

"Sure can honey, I've never felt better in my life."

"I have a husband in need of some heavy affection and I'm the only person that will ever give it to him. I'm the only girl for you Brad, Right?" she asked playfully as she opened the back door while taking off her coat and unbuttoning her pants.

Brad shrugged his shoulders, smiled like a teenager and said, "right."