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I knew Trish was growing restless. Part of it was the
winter. She doesn't like the cold. She doesn't like
the constant chill that shivers her bones and she
doesn't like the formless thick layer of wool she needs
to fight the chill off. Trish longed desperately for
those bright sunny days when spring finally surrenders
to summer.

We had early February. I would have taken Trish on a
cruise, if we could have afforded the time, but we
couldn't and so there was no point in dreaming of lazy
bikini clad lounging on a tropical deck.

Winter would have to be endured.

But it was more than just the weather. I don't know.
It was many things. Trish had been struggling lately
with the sheer tedium of life, the day-in and day-out
attention to everyday responsibility, doing her part
to make our lives manageable. I could see it in her
eyes, the weary ocean-blue gaze of a woman who had
dreamed of a faster, more exciting existence, where
her skills were sharp and feared, where her will to
conquer roused an active wariness in her foes. Trish
wanted more. I knew it, but what could I do? We had
to get past the present before anything would change.

Anyway, I was wishing I could give Trish something to
get her jets started, to stir her from the doldrums of
her boredom. We had a sitter for Saturday night and I
thought I'd take her out for a good Italian dinner and
then some dancing at one of the hotter clubs downtown.
She always liked that.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Trish asked as she
pulled a brush gently through her golden blonde hair.
A faint dose of makeup had given her features a subtle,
arousing beauty and with the soft curls imparted to her
long, fine hair, Trish looked truly stunning. I stood
in the bathroom door, watching her tits rise succulent-
ly with each lift of her tortoise-shell brush.

I told her the plans I had conjured, pleased with my-
self for finding an itinerary I believed would please
Trish in every way. Looking at my reflection in the
mirror with pleading, limpid eyes, Trish slightly
opened her mouth. My prick stirred rapidly at the
sight of her desire.

"Listen," she said, although my attention was already
rapt, "I was talking to Linda, you know, my hairdres-
ser, and she asked if we'd like to come to a party at
her place."

"Sure," I said at once. Trish resumed her brushing,
smiling wickedly as she spoke.

"She's a wild girl, you know, and I think this is going
to be a pretty wild party."

"Oh," I said, completely intrigued by the hints I read
in Trish's blush.

"I mean, we don't have to stay if we get there and ..."
Trish put down her brush and pulled her hair back to
catch it in a dark comb.

"Sure," I said. "What kind of wild? Beer and biker
wild? Opium lords and kickback payments?" I shrugged
and smiled nervously. If it weren't for my wish to
please my wife, I would probably rarely venture out at
all. Trish has always found new ways to make my blood
surge.

"Well, no," said Trish. Her pink nipples hardened
tight despite the bathroom's steamy heat. "You'll like
Linda," she said. "She's very pretty, with thick
chestnut hair and big brown eyes that always seem to
be implying something naughty."

"Oh," I said. "Oh."

I watched lasciviously as Trish pulled a pair of white
lace panties over her exquisite round ass. Although we
have three children, Trish looks better today than she
did when I met her, barely ripe at twenty-two. I savor
every glance I steal of her firm, lithe body. Trish
knows I watch her and loves me more for my focussed
attention, teasing me with flashy bends, slow hip
swings and gratuitous squeezes of her tits. She slowly
pulled on a pair of white stockings, deliberately
taunting my stare as she adjusted the lacy tops so they
would grip the creamy flesh of her lean thighs. Trish
took a blue dress from her closet and stepped into the
opened neck.

"Zip me," she said. I rushed to my husbandly duty.
"How do I look?" she asked, twirling away from my
fingers just as I closed the zipper. The royal blue of
her silky dress reflected in her eyes and I marvelled
at the joy Trish seemed to feel. I lavished her with
praise. Then as she stepped into a pair of blue pumps,
I noticed the slight jiggle of her loose breast under
the snug fit of her dress. The bump of her nipple
pushed on the fabric.

"Very nice," I averred.

Since we had an early sitter, Trish did allow me to
take her out for a bite of Italian food. The host, a
young dark man stared indecorously at my wife as he
showed us to our table, hungrily studying the pale
flesh exposed by her low neckline and the waggle of
her caboose under her short skirt. Trish gobbled the
youth's attention with a provocative smile. Charmed
to be the escort of such a dish, I gallantly ordered
us a more mundane meal.

Trish never could resist a big plate of clams and
buttery fettuccine, a warm basket of bread and a bottle
of Chardonnay. As we ate, Trish spoke excitedly about
how much she really wanted to just forget everything
for a while and let go. She told me briefly of the
struggle she was having with feeling unexpressive in
her role, dashing into talk of hope and a craving for
some real excitement. Trish had been an actress,
before life grew serious, and I knew exactly what she
wanted; the roar of the crowd.

Linda lived in a reasonably normal suburban house in a
neighborhood of hedges, lawns and young trees. Al-
though a north wind streamed cold, Trish stood,
uncharacteristically calm, warmed perhaps by some inner
fire. As promised, a beautiful brunette opened the
door with wide, intriguing eyes and a slightly las-
civious smile.

"Trish!" said Linda, happily. "I'm so glad you could
come."

"I just had to," said Trish. "Linda, this is my hus-
band, Steve." Linda turned an inquisitive glance
toward me. I nodded.

"Charmed," I said.

"I hope so," said Linda, her voice tickling me as she
took my hand and drew us into the house. A faint grey
smoke hovered in the living room, rich with the sweet
aroma of incense, smoke and food. The entrance hallway
had been fairly well lit, but only dim lights illumi-
nated the other rooms. I counted maybe a dozen people
sitting on the sofa, standing by the window, lounging
on large throw pillows scattered over the rug.

"Everyone," said Linda in a quiet voice which never-
theless caught the group's notice "This is Trish and
Steve." A few voices spoke general greetings from the
shadowy reaches. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Linda asked.

"Sure," said Trish. "Let me help." Turning to me, my
wife said, "Mingle," and she went laughing toward the
kitchen. I looked at the dark room, hesitantly. Small
talk is not my forte, and I felt doubly quelled by the
intimacy that seemed to pervade the room. People spoke,
but in almost hushed tones. I took a turn around the
room, studying the crowd, looking for some public note
to chime in on or, at least, some reasonable place to
stand. I finally settled in a comfortable chair and
leaned back to watch.

A short red-haired woman with a slim figure and jutting
round bottom stood to one side. I leered indecorously
at her rear, guarded in my impolite stare by the dark.
After several minutes of study, I concluded from the
soft bulges of her pale skirt that Blaze (as I dubbed
her) wore garters but no panties. A buxom bleach
blonde spoke with quiet animation to a dark, sinister
looking fellow. Her legs had long, sculptured lines
that made me yearn for the last hidden inch up her
skirt. Another dusty haired woman ...

"There you are," said Trish, handing me a glass.

"Pretty wild," I said with a jovial sarcasm.

"Yeah," said Trish, clinking my glass with hers.

"You know what," I said quietly, "I have never seen
such an attractive bunch of people."

"I know," Trish said, sitting on the arm of my chair
and brushing a hand along my thigh. "This should be
great."

"What will?" I asked.

"All right," said Linda, "we're ready to get started."
Linda stepped into the middle of the room. "Let's put
on a show. Jim, could you turn on the television?"

Jim stepped over to a reasonably large television set
against the wall opposite my chair and after a quick
search of the controls, clicked it on. The screen
flickered slightly and then focussed.

"Turn down the music," said Linda as she nestled down
on the sofa. Jim obliged, turning the stereo knob. A
picture formed on the television.

A woman, a tall, oriental looking woman sat on the edge
of a bed. Looking directly into the camera, she smiled
with a broad, lovely smile.

Hands, strong, masculine hands reached around from
behind the woman and began to unfasten the buttons that
ran down the front of her black dress. She wiggled as
the hands slowly descended to the next button.

Turning slightly, she said, "This is fun." A glimpse
of the man behind her revealed a strong, broad
shouldered man. His fingers grew more deft, unhooking
each button with greater speed. She smiled and then
waved at the camera. Reaching the final button, he
drew back the open front. She wore a black lace
brassiere and french cut panties that dipped just
beneath the pucker of her belly button.

"You look fantastic," he said softly as he pulled the
dress from her shoulders and down her long arms. She
shivered slightly and licked her red lips with a long
pink tongue. He fumbled behind her, working at the
clasp of her bra and with a jerk the garment fell limp.
Faint nipples tipped her well-formed breasts, poking
forward as he cupped her tits and squeezed.

Trish moved down off the arm of the chair and next to
me. I moved over slightly and she began to stroke my
prick through my trousers. Nervous, I took a look
around the room, where all eyes were fixed on the
television. Hands roamed licentiously, lifting several
skirts to revealing heights.

"Wild," I whispered to Trish.

"Look," she said, wide-eyed.

The man had crawled out from behind the woman. His
strength dominated the scene as his broad, hair covered
chest rippled with muscles. He pushed down his briefs
to release a large meaty club which evoked sighs and
groans from several of the women among us. The orien-
tal woman smiled gratuitously at the camera and then
dove down to bury the thick cock in her mouth. Her
pantied ass turned toward the camera as she sucked.

He mumbled something and she reached back to pull the
black panties down. A gleaming scarlet pussy, framed
in wisps of black curls, churned before the lens.

The familiar aroma of musk overwrought the haze of
incense and I gently slipped a finger between Trish's
thighs where I found the source of the heady scent.
She wiggled with a moan, pressing her clit up against
my touch and I obliged with a constant stroke through
the frail lace. A different, lighter moan erupted on
the other side and I turned to look.

As I suspected, Blaze wore no panties. Legs spread
wide, the fiery red-head rubbed her clit with a fury.
The gentleman beside her slipped a finger between her
swollen lips. My prick ached.

I looked around the room, witnessing a dozen mastu-
batory acts over the hard and the moist. I smiled
wickedly, rubbing Trish with abandon. On the screen,
the big fellow knelt behind the thin dark woman and
fucked mightily while she screamed, "Please Mark, fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me."

"I should fuck your ass," he growled, leering at the
camera.

"Yes," she cried out, "fuck my ass."

Linda rose from the sofa with a whisper and pulled a
elegant looking gent behind her. I nudged Trish. "I
wonder what they're going to do?" I asked, grinning.
Trish leaned over to see them escape.

"I wish they'd do it here," she said, laying back and
spreading her lean legs a little wider.

The couple on the television exploded joyfully, wildly,
sloppily and the tension in the room seemed to subside.
The couple dressed and left the bed empty. No one
moved and I wondered what the next scene would be like.
Linda and her gent moved into the view.

Trish hit me. "Look," she said in an excited whisper.
"It's Linda."

"She has the same yellow dress," I responded.

Linda jumped up onto the bed and crawled until her
yellow bottom shook in front of the camera. She
reached back and lifted the hem, revealing the yellow
and red flowered panties covering her globes. After a
brief pause, she pushed down the panties.

I gasped and so did Trish. Her pink pussy dripped in
the glimmer of bright lights as she leaned back toward
the camera, opening the swollen lips to reveal the deep
crevice within. The twisted bud of her pink asshole
seemed to wink as she began to lean forward. Linda
raised up onto her knees, making her ass a supple round
heart.

The blonde gent's head appeared between her legs and
Linda lowered herself down over his face, pressing her
deep cunt before the lens while the tongue teased up-
ward from below.

"I can't believe this," said Trish, rubbing her own
pussy now.

"Me neither," I replied. Peeling my gaze away from
Linda's beautiful wet pussy, I managed to take a look
around the room. Naked cocks throbbed in the grasp of
friendly hands. The blonde squeezed her bare tits
while the man she had spoken with licked her pussy.
Linda began to squeal and pushed her weight down on
the assaulting mouth below.

"Look," I said, nudging Trish. She didn't respond,
staring mesmerized as a thick pink cock prepared to
enter Linda's wet pussy. "Look," I persisted. "It's
them."

Trish leaned forward and let her gaze follow my
gesture. The tall oriental woman and her beefy friend
walked in from the hallway and took Linda's place on
the sofa.

"Do you think ... ?" said Trish.

"They're fucking upstairs," I said.

"Wow," said Trish.

"Wild," I replied. Trish slid off the chair and dashed
over to kneel beside the sofa.

"That was great!" I heard my wife say.

"Thank you," said the woman, leaning forward. They
spoke in quiet whispers, so I leaned back and watched
while Linda spread her legs wide and sucked the pink
cock.

"C'mon," said Trish, taking my hand. Instinctively I
followed.

"Wait," I said, nervously as we began to go upstairs.
"What are we doing?"

"I want to watch Linda fuck," she said excitedly. I
followed obediently. I wanted to watch Linda fuck.

Light streamed out of the open bedroom door. We moved
into the doorway. Three tall halogen lamps stood
sentry behind the camera which stood on a tripod. Linda
sat on the bed, her pussy spread wide, and sucked the
man's cock eagerly. My cock hardened rapidly. Trish
reeked of arousal.

Standing behind her, I put my hands around her breasts
and squeezed. Her nipples were like rocks. The cock
in Linda's mouth began to gush wildly, sending mad
spurts over Linda's pretty face. Giggling, she tried
to aim the fountain between her waiting lips. The man
groaned and let loose a savage yell.

Trish began to applaud and squeal. Linda licked her
lips and fingers and smiled.

"Hey doll," Linda said happily. "Your stage next?"

"Can we?" asked Trish. My eyes opened wide and my
stomach flipped.

"Sure," said Linda. "Just look into the lens and say
'fuck me'." Trish dashed forward. I followed reluc-
tantly. A small television stood poised beneath the
camera, reflecting the ongoing photography. Trish
stepped into the picture, smiled and waved.

"C'mon," she said to me.

"What?" I mumbled, dumbfounded.

"Get on the bed and play with yourself," Trish com-
manded. "I'll take care of the rest." I walked to
the bed and crawled into the center, as far from the
camera as possible. Blushing, I looked at my tiny face
in the television. Trish turned back to face the lens,
pulled down her dress front to hug her bare tits, and
smiled.

"Ooh, fuck me!" she squealed in a campy way. Trish can
be a ham.

Linda laughed hard, leaning against the doorway. "Go
girl," she said.

"Don't you like my titties?" Trish asked, teasing her
nipples. "Show me your cock," she said, "and I"ll show
you more." Obligingly, I pulled off my trousers and
yanked down my briefs. It proved difficult to undress
gracefully while a dozen people watched.

"Mmm," said Trish, reaching behind herself to unzip
her dress. "I do like that stick." She turned to Linda.
"Can we get a better picture of the man's tool?"

"Sure," said Linda, still standing naked in the door-
way, looking with interest at my dick. "There's a
remote and a zoom." Trish picked up the small remote
and pushed a button. The lens moved forward, missing
me. I tried to move into view, but it proved difficult
to get a proper placement, so far away.

"Linda," said Trish, stepping out of her dress, "could
you run the camera for us?"

"Well, sure, doll," said Linda, unfastening the camera
from the tripod and placing it before her dark eye.
"C'mon, Hon, show me your meat." Focussing the lens
aimed at my dick, Linda put one foot up on a black
trunk against the wall, offering me a glimpse of her
moist pink pussy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said Trish, "The hero!" My
stiff cock throbbed. "That's enough, Linda, on with
the show."

"Sorry, love," said Linda, backing up and pointing the
lens at my wife.

"This is one of the numbers I used to do when I worked
at Fanny's up in Balmer," said Trish, spinning rapidly
around. She stopped, aiming her tits at the camera
with a squeeze and licked her lips. "Stiffen those
cocks for me."

Always one to follow directions, I stroked my prick.
Trish danced a few turns and stops, bouncing her big
tits and swinging her wide hips. I watched Linda at
times, her nipples getting hard and the juice still
slowly glistening over her thighs. I watched Trish as
she pushed her bottom to the camera and winked at me.

I watched the monitor to see the prize as Trish slowly
let her panties fall, the slender swollen lips of her
golden-haired cunny, shaking on the screen as her tits
gently swayed as Linda aimed down deep as she leaned
down and spread her thighs, exposing another stiff
clitty.

Nude excepting her white stockings, Trish jumped up the
bed and laying back, her knees raised up, she fingered
her cunt while the camera explored and Trish lifted her
ass to let the whole picture of her juicy folds fill
the screen and she leaned to take the tip of my prick
in her mouth.

Trish sank my cock deep into her kiss, waving her white
and pink tail at the lens and Linda moved forward and
backward and upside and in, capturing every direction
of our lascivious meeting, the throb of my prick and
the quiver of cunt and a delicate breast with a
hardened brown nip and the kiss as I licked Trish's
clit and the thrust as I drove my dick deep.

Trish knelt before me, her tongue on my prick. Linda
knelt beside her, the camera almost tasting the slurp.
I rubbed my cock hard and shot my lust wild and wet and
gushing over Trish's sweet cheeks. Linda laughed as
Trish squealed and I yelled my ecstasy. Linda licked
a thick glob of my juice from Trish's cheek and I
shuddered and came faintly again.

"You were incredible," said Trish with a passionate
kiss, wiggling her naked ass at the still alive camera.
"I want to do that again."

"Later," I promised. "But only a short rest, you
vixen" I said and slapped her bare butt.

Another couple, the buxom blonde appeared in the door-
way. I pulled on my trousers and stared at her tits.
I can't help myself. I love naked women.

"I wouldn't bother," said the dark naked man who ac-
companied her.

"What?" I asked, reeling in my leer at his girl.

"Don't put your pants on," he said. "You two set off
an orgy downstairs."

"Really?" I asked, watching as Linda embraced Trish
with a laugh.

"Wild," he said. "You two were great."

"Wild," I said. "C'mon, Trish. Let's go see the
party." I put my arm around my still naked wife and
another around Linda. I squeezed a pair of breasts
and turned back to glimpse the buxom blonde's bottom.
"Have fun," I said.

Downstairs, we stood in the doorway of a dimly lit
spectacle, as bodies writhed naked, intense over the
floor. The blonde on the television sucked her man's
dick. Moans and rapid slaps resounded in the dark.

"Can I get you anything?" Linda purred. Trish looked
up at me, smiling.

"Please," I replied. "A drink would be nice." Linda
went back into the kitchen. I looked around. "What
do you say we just watch?"

Trish fondled my prick with a naughty grin. "Wild," I
said. "You are so wild."

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