Chapter 5
No one seemed to be downstairs as Daphne gently pushed the unlocked door open and the girls tip-toed as silently as possible up the stairs and gained the safety of Caroline's bedroom without being challenged. Bruno and Douglas were evidently in their study, resuming their work after Pedro's interruption.
Hurriedly, they showered and changed, slipping into panties, bras and cool, rayon mini dresses. A quick combing-out of their hair, an application of sun-tan lotion (Daphne resisting the urge to caress Caroline as she was dabbing it on the girl's neck and shoulders) and they were ready.
Daphne told Caroline to wait in her room while she went upstairs to the small attic where Bruno and Douglas were working.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her hands nervously, her tongue constantly licking across her lower lip. She dreaded to think what Douglas would say and do now that he had discovered her broken promise. She had sworn to him that she would never again have sex with a woman: or a man, come to that, They'd been so frank with each other, so open ...
She recalled the night, two or three days before their marriage, when she had hesitantly confessed to Douglas that she had had a lesbian relationship with a couple of the girls at her college. He had been so understanding, Caroline remembered. So calm and unshocked about the revelation.
But he had made it quite clear to the girl that he couldn't tolerate a repetition of her kinky behaviour. And she had been only too happy to give him an assurance that she would never, never do such a thing again.
New, if the little Portugese boy had told him about the episode on the beach ...
Caroline shuddered. She hardly dared to believe that she and Daphne had jumped to the wrong conclusion about Pedro's appearance at the villa. What other motive could he possibly have for calling there so soon after their sexing?
It was even probable -her mind recoiled from such a possibility, but it did seem feasible -that Pedro had been sent by the men to deliberately spy on the girls and report back!
"That's right, you heard me!" Bruno said shortly. "Douglas sent the boy to check up on you! As I expect you found out, his English is bloody awful -but he managed to get the message across! Did you enjoy yourselves?"
Daphne stood in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the handle. "Why?" she asked weakly. "What made you do such a thing?"
Douglas sat at the desk facing Bruno, staring down uncomfortably at the sheets of quarto paper which lay strewn over the surface. So far he hadn't said a word -leaving Bruno to answer Daphne's questions about the reason for Pedro's visit.
It had transpired that the boy did sundry odd jobs about the place and he had called shortly after Daphne and Caroline left for the beach to see if there were any chores he could do for them. Douglas had answered the door and asked him, mainly by sign language, to spy on the two English girls and tell him if they were doing anything "odd".
Bruno and Douglas didn't seem to realise that the boy had also participated in a sex orgy with their wives, and Daphne guessed that Pedro had diplomatically omitted that portion of the story. The little bastard! She vowed then and there that she would make him pay for his dirty, sneaky tricks. Just wait until she got her hands on him ...
Bruno cut in on her wild fantasies for revenge. "Listen", he told his wife. "At the moment I don't give a damn about what you and Caroline do! As far as I'm concerned, this play is the only important thing at the moment.
"I just don't have the time or energy to spare, understand? And if Douglas had any sense he'd stop worrying about the pair of you and concentrate on his work!" He gave the man a contemptuous glance.
"Go on!" he said to Daphne. "Go back to your lizzy friend and leave us in peace. You've done quite enough to disturb us for one day!"
Reddening, Daphne backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she went down the narrow flight of stairs to rejoin Caroline, she leaned against the wall and tried to sort out her feelings.
They were terribly mixed-up, terribly confused. How could Bruno take the situation so calmly? Even allowing for the fact that he was wrapped up in getting the play finished; surely he should have reacted more violently to the revelation that his wife was having a lesbian affair?
She hadn't thought him capable of such coldness, such sheer apathy towards her. Maybe he didn't really love her so strongly after all ... Or maybe it was simply the crisis: his career was at stake, Daphne reminded herself and this was the first time since she'd known him that he'd suffered such a serious setback.
Perhaps when the play was accepted and well into production he would change his attitude. She found herself wanting him to be jealous, wanting him to be angry and disgusted with her for what she'd done with Caroline. That would be natural ... it would prove to her that he cared passionately for her ...
Daphne could hear the murmur of their voices coming through the closed door but was unable to make out what they were saying. She would have given a lot to know the gist of their conversation; if she had some clear idea of Douglas's attitude towards Caroline she would be in a much better position to formulate her plan of action.
As it was, Daphne wasn't sure if she ought to go ahead with her proposed seduction of Caroline's husband. Damn! she thought. Then realised that if she really wanted to, she could easily overhear the men's debate. All she had to do was apply her ear to the keyhole!
A moment later, Daphne was stooping softly at the closed door, listening intently ...
"... only stir yourself up even more if you have a row with her", Bruno was saying. "It's stupid! You can't do anything to change things, can you? Why not let it ride, as I suggested before? There's simply no sense in your making matters worse, now is there?"
She was unable to hear Douglas's reply. The man's voice was low and muffled. But Bruno's next words made her feel much more relaxed.
"Of course you should! That's the idea! After all, she had a nasty scare when they guessed we suspected something. Otherwise Daphne wouldn't have rushed up here looking so agitated. They'll almost certainly be too frightened to try it again -so why get all hot and bothered?
"Just let it go to the back of your mind -don't let it worry you! If you were to have it all out with Caroline you'll probably drive her straight into Daphne's arms. Let them do the worrying! Let them stew for a while, wondering what we're going to do!
"Don't say anything to her -anything at all! If you want to get your own back that's the best way to do it: keep her in suspense! Make her suffer!
"Now ... try to focus your mind on this bloody play. We've got to arrange it so that -".
Daphne stood up slowly. So far, so good, she thought. It looked as if Bruno had succeeded in persuading Doug not to challenge Caroline about her misdemeanour. And that meant she could still stick to her plan of going to their room tonight and ...
Quickly stifling a small voice inside her which was beginning to raise objections, Daphne began to walk down the stairs. As she approached Caroline's bedroom, a further idea occurred to her. If Bruno and Douglas were going to play the strong, silent types then there wasn't really any need for Caroline to know that Pedro had deliberately spied on them, was there?
She tapped softly at the door and entered the room. Caroline was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking anxiously at her as Daphne moved to her side.
"What happened?" she asked tensely. "What did they say?"
Daphne smiled reassuringly at the girl. "Nothing at all. Pedro is just an odd job boy, he runs errands and helps out generally. They were a bit annoyed that I interrupted their work but otherwise -". She spread her hands. "They don't suspect a thing. After all, why should they?"
Caroline regarded her dubiously. "You were gone quite a long while", she complained. "Are you sure that's all that happened?"
"Of course I am, silly!" Daphne put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Why would I lie to you?" She kissed Caroline's forehead gently. "My skin feels all tingly", she remarked. "I think we're going to have a marvellous sun-tan by the end of the fortnight ..."
Caroline seemed to be heartened by Daphne's matter-offact manner. Her face brightened and she relaxed, her body losing its tenseness.
"Be careful with me tonight, won't you?" the girl said coyly. "My body feels a bit sun-burned, too!"
Daphne squeezed her shoulders gently. "I promise", she murmured. "Ill be as soft as I can! As long as you don't get me over-excited, that is!"
Then, hearing a knock at the front door, she moved away from Caroline. "That'll be the maid, I expect. Let's go down and help her prepare dinner. I feel famished!"
Linking arms affectionately, the girls walked downstairs -their minds already savouring the pleasures which awaited them in a few hours' time ...
Douglas Wilder lay in bed, turning on his side away from Caroline, unable to sleep. He had been awake for what seemed like hours, his mind going over and over the events of the past day and night.
The room was dark -Caroline had drawn the curtains at the windows because she complained that the brightness of the full moon was preventing her from dropping off to sleep. They swayed gently in the warm night air, rustled by the sea breezes which blew through the open lattice.
Douglas stared at them vacantly, his thoughts turned inward to the problem of what to do about his wife's infidelity. He had taken Bruno's advice and said nothing to Caroline about the way Pedro had spied on them at his request. But he knew that it was going to be impossible not to challenge the girl sooner or later.
He seethed with indignation, with disgust at her for betraying her promise to refrain from such horrible, degrading practices. And no matter what Bruno said, Douglas knew that he would have to chastise Caroline verbally, at least.
Bruno was completely wrong: it was out of the question for him to cencentrate fully on the play while his wife's misbehaviour was nagging at his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget, at least temporarily, what Caroline and Daphne had done together, the images kept forming -the obscene pictures of the two girls kissing and fondling ...
The shifting patterns on the curtains seemed to dissolve into a moving picture of the naked females as they writhed and caressed each other. Douglas could see their breasts, their firm, taut-fleshed thighs moving together in a langorous sexual rhythm ...
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to blink away the persistent and erotic fantasy. But as soon as he opened them again -there, on the gently swaying curtains, on the dimly visible folds of cloth, were outlined Daphne's and Caroline's bodies: mocking him with their blatant petting!
Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He realised that the idea of Caroline's lesbianism was getting to be an obsession with him. Behind his outward show of disgust and anger, Douglas perceived a definite, rather terrifying ambivalance; an odd, dry-throated excitement at the idea of two voluptuous females touching and fondling at their nude, hard-nippled bodies.
And then he froze, almost convinced that he was being driven to insanity by his preoccupation. On the curtain before him had suddenly appeared the unmistakeable silhouette of a naked woman!
It couldn't be an hallucination! Douglas grasped at the solidity of the image with desperation. Though the room was far too dark for him to be 100 percent certain, he refused to believe that his imagination was quite so inventive ...
This new shape had none of the vague shadowiness of the earlier fantasies. It had to be real! It had to be!
Trembling, Douglas raised himself up on one elbow; straining his eyes frantically to search out the three-dimensional substance of the figure. It moved suddenly, dropping down below the level of the curtains. And Douglas shivered violently: forcing his eyes to peer over the side of the bed ...
The next moment he felt a soft, slim-fingered hand creep beneath the single sheet which covered his body and rest firmly on the inside of his thigh.
It was at that instant Douglas realised his wife was playing a game with him. Evidently, she had slipped out of bed and deliberately stood against the curtain -her naked body in front of him.
He relaxed. And as Caroline's fingers moved slowly up his leg, Douglas felt a sharp stab of pleasure growing stronger and stronger within his testicles. It came from the realisation that these fingers had been recently caressing Daphne's naked cunt -they had done precisely the same thing to the woman as they were now doing to HIM! Straying with a meaningful pressure up the inside of his leg, coaxing their delicate way over the flesh until they were near enough to fondle at his sex ...
Douglas breathed heavily, a curious feeling of paralysis stealing through his limbs and making it impossible for him to move. His head sank back onto the pillow, his eyes closing, as Caroline's hand drew nearer and nearer to his rising prick.
At long last the gentle fingers closed around the stiff thickness, squeezzing firmly but tenderly and giving his cock an exquisitely loving massage. They lifted it until it was pointing towards his belly, the foreskin drawn back the crown already pulsing with a steady, even throb.
His wife began to give his prick a thorough, sustained petting; running her lovely fingers over every inch of the now fully erect tool and teasing the loose skin until Douglas was aroused to a frantic state of excitement.
She rubbed it into his abdomen, pushing the meaty knob urgently against the soft flesh -then releasing it and letting it wobble stiffly for a moment or two, before tightening her fingers once more around its proud, dynamic length and fondling it deliciously with the cool, silky tips.
Soon, he felt her other hand slide beneath the sheet and the next moment Douglas's cock was being rolled between the girl's ten fingers -Caroline's hands kneading it firmly as if it were particularly hard piece of dough.
She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would stretch, exposing the raw underside of his prick: the soft, vulnerable, highly sensitive glans, then Douglas felt the liquid warmth of her mouth close over his crown and suck the first inch or two of his penis between her lips.
Instead of taking the whole length into her mouth, however, she tightened her lips firmly around the pointed arrowhead and began to lick it feverishly.
Douglas shuddered with pleasure. Her darling tongue was coursing over the very tip of his cock and provoking it to a frenzied, ticklish ecstasy. And her fingers were still playing expertly with the rest of his prick -caressing up and down the mighty stem and applying just the right amount of pressure.
When they strayed down to his balls and began to fondle the loose, supple sacks, Douglas felt so gloriously stimulated that it was all he could do to prevent his spunk from shooting prematurely into her mouth! Clenching his fists he fought back the urge, knowing that she had scarcely begun to suck him yet.
And besides, he wanted to touch and caress her before ejaculating. All thoughts of being angry with Caroline had vanished from his mind now. This was obviously what the girl had intended to happen -and Douglas knew that he had been caught helplessly by his wife's clever wiles. She understood his vulnerable spots only too well!
But if this was her way of saying sorry and asking to be forgiven... Well, it would take a stronger man than him to throw her favours back into her face!
She was now gliding her fingers further under his crotch, stroking insistently at the erotic place between his scrotum and anus. Deliberately, the girl kept her forefinger tickling in a light, infuriating circle there letting her middle finger search for the man's arsehole.
He relaxed his buttocks, letting her slip the digit between his cheeks and work it slowly, carefully into the tight orifice. Douglas squirmed sensuously, feeling the slim but rigid finger sinking further and further into his anus.
It sank inwards, right to the hilt, then started to frig in and out... making the supple, elastic inner flesh stretch helplessly under the searching, persistent examination.
He could feel her mouth growing wetter as she revolved her lips in a slow, tight writhing around his prickhead. The saliva was flowing onto his cock, making it feel more and more as if was inside her cunt rather than her mouth ...
Caroline was making soft, moaning sounds -crooning over his cock, the endearments suffocated by its thickness. He longed to reach out for her, to pull her up onto the bed and feel her lovely nudity pressing against him. But how could he even think about tearing her lips away from his prick? They were giving him so much pleasure that Douglas knew he could never bring himself to move her until she had accepted the foamy tribute of his spunk.
And yet... how wonderful it would be to fondle her at the same time! Perhaps he could At that precise moment, Douglas's outflung arm brushed against soft, warm flesh! He gasped audibly, running his hand swiftly over the incredible, naked body of -Caroline!!
Up and down the curves he recognised so unerringly, Douglas traced his fingers. She was completely nude and had thrown th sheet back -lying on the bed without a stitch to cover her. Meanwhile, the sucking of his prick continued without pause. But who was Daphne! His mind whirled, for several moments totally unable to comprehend the situation. It was unbelievable! Too fantastic!!
Before he had sufficient time to collect his senses, he felt Caroline (the real Caroline) press her body closely against him, her arm stealing around his neck and her lips murmuring softly at his ear:
"Don't be cross, darling! Don't lose your temper please! We could give you so much pleasure, baby, so much fun ..."
Her voice was as liquid and sexy as she could make it; the words caressing into his mind like soft, soothing fingertips. Douglas was still far too amazed to be able to speak -and in any case, he didn't know what he could possibly say to these outrageous girls!
They must be completely without principles, completely lacking any respect for morals and decent behaviour. How could you reprimand them? How could you tell them they were being degenerate? Especially when you were still being lasciviously sucked-off by one of them and your prick was pulsing with a faster beat than you had ever had!
Douglas could only keep his eyes closed and remain silent. Taking this to be an implicit encouragement of what they were doing (which, indeed, it was, Douglas realised), Caroline started to kiss him around his ear and neck; nibbling gently at the lobe, her tongue stealing out and licking moistly along the tender muscle.
Her fingers caressed his shoulder, then moved across his chest: rubbing firmly and deliciously over the man's nipples and plucking at them ...
Daphne had not interrupted her beautiful chewing of his cock for a single moment. The woman had sucked on it incessantly, with her finger still jammed into his arse and twisting in and out of the very tight hole.
Slowly, Douglas felt himself slipping into a helpless acceptance of the situation. Soul-searching and guilt would have to take their turn, he decided. His instincts would never permit him to brush them aside and accept sublimation at this late stage: his lust had been aroused to a wild urgency by Daphne's clever sucking and he was far too excited to fight it down. Whatever happened tomorrow, he decided, tonight was going to be a fantastic experience for him. He would be a prince, a sensualist, a modern Casanova -savouring the delights of two obedient females, each seeking to grafity his every whim!
Douglas comforted himself with these thoughts, then allowed every muscle in his body to unwind, to relax completely. It was up to the girls now to show him what they could do!
Caroline arranged her breasts carefully so that they pushed tightly against her husband's side. Douglas had raised his arm and it was now draped loosely about her shoulders, his fingers stroking idly at the bare flesh of her back.
She snuggled herself warmly into him and let her hand wander v luptuously down his chest, caressing her fingers over the man's body until they had reached the flat of his stomach. The slowly moving digits descended onto the wiry bush of his pubic hair, then eased softly downwards ... finally closing around the lower portion of his prick.
Caroline fingered it gently, shaking it softly from side to side and making the fiery engine wobble even more sexily in Daphne's mouth. Then she began to frig the supple foreskin up and down -working it with an ever increasing momentum until the loose folds were finally being rubbed with a terrible friction over Douglas's cock.
At the same time he felt her full lips move onto his, and Caroline started to kiss his mouth more sweetly and passionately than he thought possible. The girl's moist and fleshy mouth teased him with a series of tender, tentative brushes -the tip of her tongue protruding from her hps and darting shyly between his teeth, then quivering back into her mouth as if ashamed of its audacity.
He tried to press his lips to hers, but Caroline refused to let him have his way. She forced the man to submit to her delicate, tantalising kisses; slowly building his desire to maddening intensity.
While her fingers played with a ruthless, almost rough ardour on his prick, Caroline's mouth coquettishly taunded his lips. Her teeth would suddenly bite into his lower lip, pull away, and then her tongue would dab wetly on the spot to lick the wound better.
Sweetly infuriating, this treatment seemed to be prolonged indefinitely; Douglas feeling his cock leap inside the tight confines of Daphne's lips with every teasing motion of his wife's mouth.
He pulled his arm from around her back and felt for her breast -determined to make her pay for this tormenting but exciting exercise.
His fingers closed eagerly over the girl's bulbous titty. It was nestling against his side, the nipple resting very close to his own. Douglas took it between his thumb and forefinger, but instead of squeezing and rubbing it as Caroline expected -he rolled them as softly as possible around the teat, scarcely touching her flesh at all.
She squirmed against him, her breast itching madly as Douglas deliberately tickled the base of her nipple: making it rise up stiffly but refusing to give it the satisfaction of a good, hard pinching ...
Frantically, unable to stand the teasing, Caroline buried her lips into her husband's mouth -forcing his teeth to part and thrusting her tongue deeply against his.
Instantly, Douglas closed his finger and thumb as tightly as he could around the girl's nipple. The bud was squeezed in a viciously rough vice which made Caroline gasp in sudden pain. But this was at least better than having her poor little titty tormented!
She could feel the pain turning mysteriously into jabs of pure pleasure as the sensation moved from her nipple, through her breast, to the whole of her body. Urgently, she rubbed her mouth against his, cramming her wet, slithery tongue into Douglas's mouth and running it wildly over his teeth and gums.
Daphne, meanwhile, her finger busily reaming into the man's arse and her lips glued to his cock, had sensed that Douglas might begin to shoot his fat too soon. She slowed down the tempo of her sucking -reluctantly, because she hungered for the taste of his spunk. After her regrettably brief sampling of Pedro's love-juice, Daphne yearned to have the pungent fruits of male sperm on her tongue. Excitement welled up in her as she realised that her ambition was going to be fulfilled tonight.
No matter what happened, she vowed, Douglas was going to shoot his load between her lips! Bruno refused to accommodate her, but she intended to use every ounce of her sexual prowess to ensure that Douglas didn't disappoint her!
But not yet ... She didn't want their party to end too soon and she wasn't entirely sure whether Douglas had a large appetite; it was possible that he might lose interest in them once he had reached his first orgasm, and she certainly didn't want that to happen.
Better play safe, she warned herself. And eased her lips slowly away from the man's pulsating crown, planting a final kiss on the fleshy tip. She ran her tongue curiously over them as they withdrew from Douglas's prick.
A bead of spunk must have been squeezed out of his dick already -because she was certain that she could taste the faint tang of ammonia on her lips. Yes! Daphne savoured the sample with relish. That would do as an hors d'oeuvre, she told herself with satisfaction. But she wanted a main course of the same dish a little later ...!
Now: what could she do next? It was important to break up Caroline and Douglas's little party; they seemed to be getting on rather well without her -and that would never do!
Daphne decided that it might be rather interesting if she gave them an exhibition of her striptease talent; with Caroline lending her a hand, of course ...
She had light-heartedly and playfully "performed" a strip act for some of the models she worked with: it had never been anything more than a joke among them, but Daphne could now see that hidden beneath the apparent high spirits was a strong, if surreptitious sexuality.
However, this was hardly the time or place for psycho analysing her past. She got up from the floor and opened the curtains so that a chink appeared between them just enough to permit a few rays of moonlight into the room. It was still quite dark, but they were now able to see each other fairly clearly; the pale glow filtering through the open window and lending their white bodies an added luminosity.
Both Caroline and Douglas looked up sharply as their faces were illuminated by the sudden light. Daphne held their attention by jumping up onto the bed and raising her hands.
"Don't move", she whispered. "I want you to watch me, but you can go on doing whatever you were doing!" Her eyes twinkled mischeviously and although neither Caroline nor Douglas could see them they could tell from Daphne's voice that the woman was gently teasing.
Douglas lifted his face from Caroline's breast but continued to fondle the lovely, pliable orb with his fingers. He watched Daphne curiously, her long legs directly in front of his face, her knees on a level with his eyes.
She began to writhe slowly, gyrating her hips in a sexy, deliberate grind. Her hands stole to her thighs and caressed them, fingers rubbing the insides of her legs and moving gradually upwards until they almost caressed her crotch.
Then Daphne stooped quickly and snatched up Caroline's discarded negligee -a transparent red nightgown which lay in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed. Seductively, Daphne rubbed the silky garment all over her naked body; beginning at her thighs and slowly continuing up her legs until the dishevelled confection was being pressed tightly into her sex.
Spellbound, Douglas stared at Bruno's wife. She was still swaying softly, her shoulders and hips moving in a daring and sensual rhythm as she stroked the wadded silk deliberately over her belly and then caressed her breasts with the red negligee.
Huskily, Daphne murmured: "Come and help me put it on, Caroline, would you?"
As if hypnotised by the sound of the woman's voice, the girl rose up, disengaging herself gently from her husband's arms. The bed springs creaked as she stepped to Daphne's side and silently took the negligee from her hands.
Caroline shook it out, got it the right way round, then slipped it over Daphne's head. The woman shivered her body, her breasts wobbling beautifully, and the silk garment rustled into position -falling just below her crotch. Without the matching panties, the negligee was superbly revealing: showing off Daphne's poised body to perfection.
She turned slowly until Douglas could see the lower cheeks of her bottom protruding under the hem of the nightdress. From his vantage position, face almost directly under her legs, the man was able to look right up the shapely legs and view Daphne's blonde-haired sex bush. (The woman had thoughtfully kept her thighs well apart for this very reason).
And Caroline! Her extreme proximity to this voluptuous, writhing woman! Douglas darted his eyes from one to the other -from Daphne to Caroline -wishing there was more light in the room so that he could see them better, but knowing that this shadowy atmosphere added considerably to bis pleasure ...
At any rate, the shaft of moonlight was streaming directly onto the girl's hips. He could see their thighs and crotches quite distinctly and the vision was keeping his prick at its full state of erection.
"Tug it down over my bottom!" Daphne whispered, the words so breathy and faint that Douglas could barely make them out.
Caroline took the hem between her fingers and tried vainly to pull it over the bare white cheeks. It was far too short for the girl to successfully hide Daphne's buttocks completely -and she placed her fingers on one of the warm globes, supporting the flesh gently, saying:
"I'm sorry, darling -I'm afraid it's not quite long enough!" She was fondling the cheek softly, her hand petting the white, jutting orb with familiar intimacy.
Douglas felt his breath quickening and his prick jerking against the sheet. They looked so utterly voluptuous, there on the bed in front of him! The girls were obviously prolonging their activity solely for his pleasure -to arouse him to a wild, insatiable lust. And he gritted his teeth, determined to watch their game for as long as possible without interrupting it ...
Daphne leaned forward slightly, making her bottom stick out and reveal even more clearly the deep divide of her cheeks. Caroline helped her to display the exciting charms by easing the portion of bum which she was holding a little further away from its twin: causing the woman's arse to be opened very revealingly.
"You'll have to cover me with your fingers", Daphne murmured. "I feel so naked and defenceless with only this negligee around me ...
Caroline gladly moved her hand until her fingers were splayed across Daphne's arse -the tips stealing right into the woman's crease and concealing it from view. But the knowledge that his wife's hand was now actually moving upon the velvet crease and pressing into Daphne's private parts, gave Douglas an even more intense excitement.
He strained his eyes to see Caroline's fingers pushing firmly into the woman's buttocks: the angle of Daphne's hips ensuring that the girl's hand touched her as easily as possible, the thrust of her bottom making it difficult for Caroline to avoid contact with the damp hole of her anus.
Not that she had the slightest intention of shirking her task! Caroline teased her fingertips softly up and down the length of Daphne's arse-crease, feeling them brush against the hard, tight little orifice with mounting selfindulgence.
The fact that her husband was watching them so intently only gave her an added kick -as if she was undergoing a sort of test, an examination which she must pass with flying colours!
"There, there!" she soothed. "Ill hide your bottom, darling! I'll make sure you don't reveal too much of yourself!"
Daphne squirmed, wiggling her hips audaciously. The movement caused Caroline's fingers to slip a little further into her groove; the edge of one nail sliding impertinently into the tight fold of her rear hole.
"Perhaps I'd better push my finger right into you", Caroline suggested softly: stealing her other hand around Daphneo's waist and rubbing herself sexily against the woman's silky curves.
"Then we can be sure that you won't be observed!" Daphne nodded -and Douglas watched with bated breath as his wife deliberately wormed her finger slowly and painstakingly into the woman's anus.
The digit was thrust deeper and deeper up the wrinkled, soft-skinned hole, until Douglas saw that it had completely disappeared from view inside the secret rear tube. The remainder of Caroline's fingers were spread out on the ripe cheeks -pushing firmly into them so that the flesh was pressed thrillingly inwards ...
Then Caroline stepped around Daphne, turning the woman until she once more faced towards Douglas. The girl remained at Daphne's side, standing sideways to her husband, her finger still embedded in that gorgeous arsehole.
But now Caroline was lowering her other hand towards Daphne's crotch, the fingers stealing slowly and surely downwards until they passed over the raised hem of he woman's negligee and caressed unashamedly at Daphne's sex.
Her legs wide apart, Daphne let her head go back so that her long white neck was exposed and her breasts thrust through the silk of her nightie with a fierce, hardpointed challenge. Caroline lay her cheek against the woman's shoulder, rubbing her face into the rounded flesh and occasionally kissing the skin tenderly. Taking her time, purposely delaying the penetration for as long as she could, Caroline moved her fingers into the blondehaired bush and slowly exposed the pink cuntlips to her husband's eager eyes.
The folds peeped open, the layers of soft, fatty flesh peeling sweetly into view. Caroline placed her forefinger into the slit and massaged it lightly -scarcely touching the precious sex, her digit caressing Daphne's quim with a sweet, feathery up-and-down contact.
Out of the corner of his eye Douglas noticed that Daphne's hand had now stolen around Caroline's hips and her fingers were rubbing over the girl's bottom. The globes were shivering deliciously, the ripe mounds wobbling under the woman's expert fondling.
Caroline turned her eyes slumberously to Douglas. "You don't mind if I put my finger into Daphne, do you?" she whispered sexily. "She's such a shy girl -she thinks you might be able to see her quim from your position there ..."
While she was speaking, Caroline eased her forefinger gradually into Daphne's cunt; taking good care that her husband was able to see the insertion as intimately as possible.
"It sounds silly", Caroline went on. "But she feels much more comfortable if I hide her little hole from you ..."
Gazing at the man with wide, frank eyes, she pushed her finger to its hilt, then withdrew it slowly. Then eased it inwards again ... then out ... keeping to a steady, even rhythm -her slender, sharp-nailed digit never varying its leisurely frigging.
Faintly, Douglas heard a wet, plopping sound coming from between Daphne's thighs. And knew that the woman had already lubricated her cunt with spunk ... with wet, sticky come which must be running over Caroline's finger at this very moment ...
As if to confirm his suspicion, Caroline ran her tongue across her lips -her eyes never leaving his -and nodded gently.
"I'm afraid she is rather moist!" the girl admitted. "Poor Daphne -she gets so excited!"
His heart was thudding so violently against his ribs that Douglas could hardly catch his breath. The bitches were so bloody provocative! He knew that if they did one more thing to each other -if they went even a tiny bit further in their blatant flaunting of each other's bodies -he would fling himself upon them!
And then Caroline brought her hand from behind Daphne's back and raised her fingers to her parted lips. Deliberately judging the effect which this would have on her husband, the girl dipped them coyly into her mouth; sucking slowly on them in turn -the fingers which had just left Daphne's arse!
Moaning incoherently, Douglas reached up suddenly and grabbed at their legs. Thrown off balance, the girls tumbled back onto the bed -their bodies sprawling wildly, half on top of Douglas, half on the mattress.
He was bewildered for a moment or two, uncertain whether he wanted to clutch Caroline or Daphne's body to his. Then, as if by a pre-arranged signal, they solved the dilemma for him.
Their langour suddenly vanishing, both girls flung themselves onto him! Douglas fought wildly to lift himself free of the sheet (which still covered the lower half of his body) and take up the domiant position. But they knelt quickly upon his arms, pinning him down helplessly, Caroline on one side -Daphne on the other.
The pressure of their knees immobilised him effectively, and Douglas found it impossible to budge them. The girls had pressed their knees right into the flesh of his lower arms, rendering him quite powerless ...
He looked from one to the other, seeing their breasts shaking up and down as Daphne and Caroline jiggled their bodies over him -the rosy hard nipples only an inch or two from his face.
"Relax, darling", Caroline told him. "Let us do all the work! I promise you'll enjoy it!"
Her voice was like a caress down the base of his spine. Panting from her exhertion, wet-lipped and throaty, she bent over him -her long brown hair brushing lightly across his chest.
Douglas stopped struggling. He untensed his muscles and let his body slowly relax, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he imagined the things which his wife and Daphne were about to do to him ...
Seeing that he had calmed down, they lifted the pressure of their knees from his arms. Caroline bent and kissed his mouth softly.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now -would you like me to sit on you and push my quim against your prick, darling? Would you like that? With Daphne helping, of course ..."
Caroline took up the sheet and drew it gradually down his body. His cock was making it rise tent-like and she lifted the cotton covering slowly over his penis, deliberately making the cool material brush against his weapon.
Douglas felt their breath on his prick as both girls bent over him. They were resting their hands on his thighs, caressing their soft fingers on the sensitive flesh -their mouths parted, their eyes contemplating his now uncovered cock. Douglas closed his own eyes, feeling a tremendous, luxurious glow steal through his body. For the first time in his life he was about to enjoy the favours of two girls at the same time. He could scarcely believe that it wasn't a fantasy, a wild adolescent dream ... Then he felt their careful hands on his cock, stroking it tenderly making it leap in their fingers -and knew that this was no reverie; it was really happening!
Caroline drew the foreskin down and ran her finger slowly around the crest, letting Daphne attend to the lower portion of her husband's prick. The girls played with the toy for several minutes, exploring every inch of the fine, upstanding cock.
Then Caroline decided to keep her promise to Douglas and she squatted astride the man, lowering her haunches gently onto his weapon and letting it slip sweetly against her parted cunt-lips.
She was facing him, her hands resting lightly on his chest; Daphne's fingers retaining their hold on his dick and continuing to fondle the rigid tool with a loving, subtle caress. Douglas could feel the warmth of Caroline's bottom on his thighs, the fleshy cheeks squashing firmly into him, just below his balls.
Daphne began to rub his prick more securely against Caroline's hotly damp quim. It was pushed into the distended hps, pressed meaningfully, firmly against them, pulsing urgently onto the moist slot -but in a vertical position so that it was unable to slip into the hole itself ... until Caroline raised herself and moved slightly forward ...
Whereupon Daphne immediately manouevred the man's cock beneath the girl's open thighs and found the opening to Caroline's cunt with her fingers before guiding Douglas's prick into the lusciously tight orifice.
Slowly, the girl sank down again: easing his cock beautifully -an inch at a time -into herself. Until Douglas again felt Caroline's buttocks on him, this time pressing hotly into his abdomen.
She waited for the last centimetre of thick male prick to penetrate her, then levered herself upwards again propping her body up by pushing her hands into his chest. Opening his eyes a little, Douglas was able to see through her arms the wobbling, hanging swells of her breasts. He slipped his hands under her and touched the nipples lightly. They moved on his fingers like hot, extremely hard rose-buds; clenched tightly against a premature flowering.
He tightened his grip on them slowly, relentlessly increasing the pressure until they had ripened between his forefingers and thumbs to their stiffest and largest extent. Then Douglas relaxed the hold, letting his fingers tickle the bubs more gently.
But as Caroline lowered and raised herself on him, each time increasing the rhythm and making his cock sink faster and deeper into her cunt, he was goaded into grasping her nipples as furiously as possible once more. He felt that he had to squeeze them vigorously, twist them, turn them, pull them roughly downwards and force her breasts into the longest posible elongation ... It became a mania, a kind of revenge on his wife for her deliberate though highly erotic reversal of their male female roles ...
And each time that Caroline's cunt lifted, Daphne's fingers would quickly rub up his now greasy prick; wiggling it so that the erect meat pressed against the girl's retreating sex-lips. She was also tickling into Caroline's clitoris, stretching her long forefinger up so that is was permanently in contact with the pulsing red button.
This seemed to go on forever. Time completely lost its meaning for the man because, as soon as his excitement grew to intense that he was about to release his spunk, Caroline would intuitively remain absolutely motionless on his body; waiing until the spasm passed before continuing her fucking ride on his penis.
He was bathed in sweat, his body felt slippery and wet ... the moisture running down his chest and stomach. Then Douglas realised that it wasn't entirely due to per spiration: Daphne was licking avidly over his naked flesh, her tongue lapping and dripping saliva on his belly and abdomen -and then moving quickly up to his wife's stomach and giving her the same treatment.
She was also giving her free hand some useful employment. Her fingers caressed tenderly up Douglas's thighs and traced smoothly up over Caroline's buttocks; fondling the splayed cheeks of the girl's arse before returning again to the man's tense legs.
After some time, Caroline started to go back on her haunches, tugging her nipples away from Douglas's fingers and slowly bending backwards -her movement causing his prick to bend painfully and finally flop unwillingly out of her cunt.
A terrible churning frustration welled up in the man, an almost unbearable sense of loss. But it was quickly banished by the glorious sensation of Daphne's mouth on his abandoned cock. She sucked it swiftly between her lips and drew on the wet, pulsing rod as tightly as possible, taking the entire length in her mouth and letting it rest on her quivering tongue.
The heart-stopping thrill of this substitute cunt brought Douglas to the point where he had to send his spunk gushing forth. He jerked his buttocks wildly, feeling the urgent tickling starting at his testicles.
Then Daphne cruelly bent his prick downwards, keeping it tightly clenched between her lips, and forced it to point almost towards his feet, effectively preventing him from reaching an orgasm. They weren't ready to permit his sperm to flow -not just yet!
He writhed on the bed in acute torment, wondering what the girls were going to do next. And it had just struck Douglas that he could quite easily take the initia tive himself when he simultaneously realised that he was actually enjoying his passivity!
Before he had time to dwell on the implications of this feeling, Caroline rolled her body on top of his with her open thighs shamelessly thrust into his face. She sank down until her breasts squashed voluptuously on his stomach -her mouth swiftly joining Daphne's on his cock!
He put his hand on her upturned buttocks and twisted the cheeks widely open: seeing, even in the dim half-light, his wife's darling brown arsehole seated deeply within the exposed divide of her bottom. And the pungent-smelling wound of her cunt, the lips stretched elastically apart, where his prick had been fucking so recently, was bared completely to his eye ... and his mouth!
Douglas wasted no time in bringing his lips into contact with Caroline's precious quim, but his senses seemed so charged with lust and a total lack of inhibition that he started to tongue her intimate secrets immediately; not pausing to kiss the pink rawness at all.
And not content with merely licking into her cunt, Douglas ran his tongue right over the girl's rear entrance and wormed it as deeply as possible into the rubbery arsehole. He darted it in and out and all around the wrinkly perimeter before returning his hps to Caroline's sex again: each orifice luring him with its own special attraction as he sucked urgently from one to the other.
Mercifully, the girls had allowed his prick to resume its rightful position -thrusting monstrously up towards his belly. They were squabbling sexily over the jerking length, their mouths and tongues meeting as they fought with noisy smacks of their lips to obtain the largest portion ...
Their Hands had left him now and were roaming lasci viously over each other's bodies. Crouching like predatory beasts over his maleness, their fingers tickled one another's nipples -Caroline plucking at Daphne's teats through the silk of the negligee which the woman was still wearing.
Personal identities were lost in a hazy, misty shroud of sheer animal lust as the trio abandoned the last shreds of inhibition and reticence, their bodies and minds fixed only upon attaining sexual release.
Caroline wriggled her bottom in a wild and agitated circular motion, rubbing her cunt into Douglas's mouth as insistently as possible. Letting his forefinger sink all the way into her anus, he concentrated his full attention on the girl's quim -reaming the silky-soft channel until he finally tasted the helpless juice of her spunk ...
It poured in a continuous spasm into his throat, a heady, unstoppable nectar which sparked a furious beating in his cock and brought his own semen gushing from the point of his prick.
Too absorbed in her own orgasm to think of preventing Daphne's pleasure, Caroline allowed the woman to close her lips tightly around Douglas's arrowhead and take the full jet of spunk.
Needing only the ineffable thrill of the man's coming to bring her to climax, Daphne clenched her thighs and worked herself into a paroxysm of lust -gulping down his hot, thick cream as if it were milk from the breast as she shuddered out her orgasm.
It was many minutes before she came down from the heights of her ecstasy, and several more before Daphne at last loosened her grip on Douglas's cock and allowed the soaking, slippery weapon to slide from between her lips.
As the crown flopped out of her mouth she was shocked suddenly into acute, paralysing terror.
The light was abruptly snapped on -and Bruno stood in the doorway, the blinding flash of illumination giving his unexpected figure a stark and ghost-like whiteness.
They held the tableau for a long minute, the silence extending into a nerve-wracking, terrifyingly suspenseful eternity ...