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Watching Carla IV (The Humilators)
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Watching Carla IV (The Humilators)
(For those of you following the series, this is the fourth part. I've
tried to write the stories so that they make sense without having had to
read them all. Comments welcomed).
My wife Carla and I decided to head for the mountains of New England for a
week's vacation. On the way, we stayed in a Connecticut college town and
went to a local club to see a rock band. The place, maybe the size of a
small supermarket back in our little sleepy village, was jammed packed.
There was barely enough room on the dance floor to stand still, let alone
dance. Of course, like most of our outings, Carla was dressed to the max
(or should I say minimum). A bright yellow, form-fitting dress and white
heels adorned her tiny but luscious 28-year-old body. Her shoulder-length
brown hair, slightly curled, rested freely on her olive-skin shoulders --
a departure from her workday look. Of course Carla, who was dressed to
tease as we recreationally do often outside our hometown, was immediately
turned on by the atmosphere of this dark, noisy place and I felt excited
by the strong possibility that this could develop into more than her usual
flash shows. She had crossed over the line before and I felt all the
elements were in place for her to please me in that way again.
Carla fought her way through the crowd to go to the ladies room. When she
came back, I could tell she lost her bra and panties. "More comfortable?"
I shouted as she smiled back and swayed to the pounding beat. Any descent
looking woman in this place had to expect to receive some cheap feels
under these conditions. Carla certainly was being groped, brushed up
against and downright fondled more than once. Some young guy, maybe 21
with slicked back hair and a very expensive suit pretended to bump into
Carla accidently and actually for a second put his hand on her small but
firm breast as he apologized to her and me. "No problem, man," I shouted.
Carla was taken in by this guy. I encouraged her to act out on her
feelings. She danced very seductively and before long was climbing this
guy's leg. It was so cramped that I was having trouble seeing what was
going on. At one point the guy, with Carla mounting and grinding against
his thigh, looked over at me as to say is this all right. "Cool, go for
it," I leaned over to tell him. Then I saw him place his hand on her tight
little, but well-formed ass. The hem of her dress was almost to the bottom
of her cheeks. This stranger then kind of gave a quick look around through
this drunken sea of partiers, and slipped his hand under her dress so that
a portion of her cheek was now exposed. He grabbed her ass tightly, and
pulled so he separated her cheeks. He must have been amazed to find she
had no panties on. When the song ended, Carla and I went and sat on a
four-foot high dividing wall in the corner, the only place to rest one's
feet in this place. Just as I was relaying how turned on I was by the
dance floor scene, the stranger finds us. "Bet I know what you're wearing
under there.... nothing!" he says as an opening line to Carla. "Hey you
didn't mind did you?" he said to me. "I couldn't resist." "My husband and
I aren't into jealousies... just pleasing each other," said Carla as she
raised her leg and placed her shin in this guy's crotch. "Like the view?"
she said as she hiked up her hem even higher to expose her trimmed pussy.
This was as bold as I have ever seen Carla. She was really turned on by
this scenario. "I know where I can get an even better view," he said,
telling us that he was friends with the club owner/manager and that they
could go to his office. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind meeting you," he said.
"Okay, let's do it. But my husband comes to... to watch." The stranger's
expression finally registered what we're into. "Oh, yeah sure, I see," he
said.
This was the one time that I was very concerned about what was going to
happen. With most everybody else there were some built in safeguards. But
these were two probably very promiscuous and well-off men on their turf.
There was cocaine in the office, which they offered to us but we declined.
Not our thing. There just seemed to be a danger to all of this and I
wasn't sure I wanted Carla in this position. But at the same time, the
no-way-out atmosphere made it very hot. They set the tone early. Our new
friend told the manager what we were in to. I sat in the corner, smoking a
cigaratte in a big leather chair, while they hovered around Carla standing
near a huge hardwood desk. "So you just want us to fuck your wife?" the
manager/owner said. "Anything goes, right man?" I nodded in agreement.
"Okay, get up on the desk honey. We want to check you out," said the owner
as he swept everything from the table top. Carla obliged. "Get on all
fours, with your ass facing this way. I want hubby to see this." I was
sitting about 10 feet away. This guy then lifted the bottom of her dress.
"You can fuck this anytime. Lucky man," he said as he planted a kiss on
her ass which was enhanced by some great tan lines. "Let's see," he said,
placing each hand on a cheek, then spreading her butt. "Doesn't look like
you give it to her in the ass much friend," he said. "Look at this tiny,
tender little thing." Then he began massaging her pussy. "This is where
this whore wants it," he said referring to her cunt. "Look, all clean and
sweet, but not for long." He picked up a small empty champagne bottle and
began working it into her already lubricated pussy. Carla squirmed at
first but then began rocking back onto the bottle as if she were trying to
get this guy to shove it into her much deeper. These guys were obviously
trying to add some humilation to the act, but Carla's lust overpowered
their scare tactics. For the the next half hour or so, both men took turns
fucking her and getting sucked, first on the desk, then on a sofa. They
ate her pussy, rammed their tongues into her mouth, poured booze on her
asshole and licked it clean. Then the owner decided he wanted to tie Carla
up. She seemed hesistant about that, but could tell I was really into the
idea. They hog tied her with their neckties with both wrists and ankles
tied behind her back. This was quite a sight with her laying on her
stomach. Her beautifully formed buttocks looked so inviting in this
position. Then our dance floor friend, who was the size of a bouncer,
bear-hugged her, lifted her upside down off the ground and began eating
her pussy while standing as she worked his cock with only her mouth. The
owner stood behind her inverted body, with his forehead against his
friend's, and licked Carla's crack.
I was surprised they hadn't tried to fuck her in the ass by now since that
seemed to be the part they paid the most attention to. Carla had only had
anal sex a couple times with me and I didn't really wanted her to do it
with a stranger -- especially without a condom. But each time she got
involved with someone, the likelihood increased that someone was going to
want to penetrate what probably is her sexiest feature. I just had hoped
it wasn't going to be with these guys. But, sure enough, they wanted to
double team her. I stepped in at that point and told them they would have
to wear a condom. Wasn't sure how that was going to be received, but they
were cool about it which put my mind to ease . Carla still seemed
hesitant, but I urged her to please give it a try. They untied her and the
owner slipped on a Trojan and lied on his back on the floor with the
biggest hard-on I ever saw. His friend instructed Carla to straddle him
with her back to his face. As she crouched down, this guy pulled out some
sort of lubricant. "Here, wait a minute baby. Lean forward. Let me put
some of this on you." She perched up her ass and spread her cheeks as this
guy began rubbing the stuff into her hole, occassionally slipping in a
finger or two. "Damn, this is tight, man. You're going to rip her apart
with that cock," he said with a smile. Then he guided her back over his
awaiting friend. Slowly, Carla tried to descend onto his cock, but it
wasn't working. He couldn't enter her. "OK, OK, we'll go a different
route. We need to loosen her up," he said. "Get back up on the sofa," the
owner directed her. She sat down and he grabbed her calves, then pushed
her legs back to the side of her head. "Good, now give me that fucking
bottle. You rub her pussy, I am going to open her up." Carla looked
nervous, worn and tired but at one point, just seemed to relax enough for
this little champagne bottom to slide into her asshole while the other guy
frantically rubbed her clit. Carla just kind of gasped the first time it
went in, then breathed hard the rest of the time. They pulled the bottle
out of her. "Look man," he said to me. "Look how her hole is ready now."
Indeed, she was wide open. Her whole crotch area was red, wet and gooey,
pussy lips plump with blood, and anus dark and inviting. The owner guided
his dick into her easily this time. "God she's tight," he screamed. "Slip
a bag on, you have to have some of this," he said to his friend. They both
took turns assaulting her asshole but never double-penentrated.
After a while, Carla convinced them to stop fucking her in the ass and to
come in her mouth. She had really reached her limit, a limit I don't think
most women would have come close to. I think they were both pretty excited
by her suggesting this. They lined up and each quickly shot off their
loads. Carla, who doesn't often swallow, just let most of it spill out of
her mouth and onto her chin and neck. These guys loved that sight, as did
I. But then, as to get in one more aggressive, almost abusive act, the
owner scooped the cum on her face with his hand and shoved it hard back
into her mouth. "Don't spit out your food in here!" he told her forcing
her to swallow at least some of it. The host didn't prove to be much of an
after-dinner talker either. He threw Carla's dress at her and told us to
get the fuck out, that he had to clean up her mess. She barely made it to
her feet and I help her slip back into her clothes. "You guys are pretty
rude, but you sure know how to fuck a guy's wife," I said as we left.
Unfortunately, sex during our trip to New England was delayed a couple
days despite my extreme arousal from thoughts of that night in the club.
Carla was real sore, but managed to suck me off a few times. This little
school teacher proves almost every day that great things come in small
packages. Carla was a little depressed from the encounter, but admitted
that it was the first time she felt totally submissive. She said it felt
good to be an object but not so good to be totally out of control.
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