The following story contains watersports and is a depiction of extreme consensual sex. It is the third part in the ongoing 'Degrade Me' story. Please rate and comment as feedback is very welcome, especially if you enjoy the fantasy. I am interested in which aspects are successful with readers so that I can write more effective and entertaining stories for you all.
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The days and nights grew colder as winter tightened its grip but the fiery heat of Beth and Rick's sordid exploits only grew as they indulged, often on a nightly basis, in all the extreme fantasy they could imagine. Beth's throat seemed to be permanently sore and she took to buying medicinal sweets to anesthetise the red results of her husband's face fucking. They even had to buy a new mop to clean up the residue of their nocturnal deeds from the tiled floor of the bathroom and, sometimes, the wooden floor of the kitchen when he would roughly fuck her over the breakfast bar without warning.
Beth was the happiest she'd ever been, content to be used and abused by her husband, because she knew after the deed was done and her pussy, mouth and arsehole were ruined by his meaty cock and mouth, he would hold her close and she would kiss him deeply and remind him that their roleplay was an expression of love and not hate.
Christmas approached. Ice formed on the pavements. The annual work party was signed up for.
This year, Sharon, Beth's portly and good-humoured senior manager, had arranged for them all to pay a visit to some converted barn in the middle of nowhere where they'd no doubt be a turkey roast and watery gravy with a cheap disco after for the middle-aged secretarial staff to embarrass themselves with. Still, Christmas only comes once a year and Rick would be coming along as her plus-one.
Not one for overly doling-up, Beth had elected to wear a simple black silk blouse and smart trousers. She tied her long dark hair up into a bun and applied a little eye shadow and felt that this was more than enough effort for the Christmas do.
"Ready?"
Choosing a couple of small silver earrings, Beth turned from the dresser to regard her husband standing in the doorway of their bedroom. He had shrugged on a black jumper over his customary shirt and black jeans and looked every part the relaxed middle-class man he was.
"Yeah," she answered as she threaded the earrings through the piercings of her lobes. "Katy'll be late; she always is, so there's no rush."
Her friend Katy from work would no doubt still be choosing a clutch bag best suited to her dress instead of stepping into their shared taxi to come and pick them up.
Rick sighed; he hated waiting around but long experience with Beth's friend had taught him the futility of wasting breath expounding upon his frustration.
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It was a further half-an-hour before they heard the honk of the taxi from outside the front door and Rick, who had been impatiently tapping his fingers on the leather arm rest of the sofa, leapt up with impatience.
The frigid air was only mildly kept at bay by the thick winter coat Beth shrugged on as she stepped from the house, leaving Rick to lock up behind her. She gingerly stepped on unfamiliar heels over to the waiting taxi and opened the door.
"I'm going to peg over in a minute, I swear," she giggled as she slid onto the seat beside Katy who greeted her with a warm hug.
Despite the long wait, Beth had to admit that Katy looked stunning, as always. The girl had a natural beauty she only enhanced with make-up, her full lips a deep and provocative shade of red. She had a much more petite figure than Beth's curvaceous body but the tight black dress she wore accentuated every defined curve of her slender frame. Her blonde hair was short and framed her face, following the line of her delicate jaw. The skirt of the dress was very short, almost immodestly so, but her long legs were encased in dark stockings which kept her from looking too slutty. The passenger cabin of the taxi was filled with the fruity scent of her enticing perfume.
Beth had always been jealous of her friend's body but Katy had such a disarming personality that she couldn't bear her any ill will. In fact, Katy continuously complimented Beth on her own figure, good-humouredly displaying a deep envy for her naturally large breasts. She was a good person to have around, someone who made you feel positive about yourself.
Rick sat himself down on the fold-down seat across from them in the cabin of the taxi and pulled the door shut.
"Hey, handsome," Katy purred mischievously.
"Hi. What time do you call this?" Rick smiled.
"Hey, you can't rush these things. It takes time to make a silk purse out of a pig's ear, you know?"
"Bollocks," Beth laughed. "You'd look good in a plastic bag, you silly cow."
"Aw, thanks, honey... I think." Katy sarcastically stroked Beth's shoulder.
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The party was a pretty lame affair, as they'd expected, but it was still a laugh. The entire waiting staff seemed to be seventeen year-old sixth-formers with rabbits-caught-in-headlights expressions as they were ordered about by a short but stern lady manager.
The food was passable but it was the cocktails that Katy and Beth had sighted first and were slowly working through the list of. Rick was nursing what must have been his fourth JD and coke and, as usual, insisted on staying at their table whilst the girls danced to what was the cheesiest selection of eighties pop they'd heard in a long time. He smiled at them over the tops of a row of empty cocktail glasses the incompetent staff had neglected to retrieve as they jived and clapped and laughed atop the temporary dance floor, bathed in neon green, pink, blue and yellow light.
When 'Last Christmas' came over the sound system, Katy and Beth drunkenly came together and held each other, gyrating their bodies to the beat. Beth's mind was swimming in an alcoholic sea and as the warmth of Katy's slender form rubbed against her own she couldn't help but giggle at the surprising arousal she felt course through her veins. When Katy's hand came to cheekily pinch her backside, Beth involuntarily jumped a little forward and felt a thrill of excitement as her crotch rubbed against Katy's thigh.
Then the song was over and Katy was yelling a good-natured "Wooo!" and Beth shook her head and smiled.
Returning to the table they sat down either side of Rick. Beth, feeling a little guilty, slipped her hand onto his and gave it a squeeze.
"Having fun?" he asked and kissed her.
"Yeah, it's a good night."
"Aw," Katy said, "look at you two! And here I am with no one to give me a kiss."
She stuck out her lower lip in mock indignation. It was a wonder that Katy was single. Beth could never work out how she went through so many boyfriends and not a single one was a keeper. Apparently, none of them were 'just right'. On reflection, it made perfect sense: Katy must be the Goldilocks of the sexual realm, of course.
Now Katy was exhaling loudly and Beth regarded her amusedly.
"Getting bored now," she said to the air.
"Why don't we go back to ours?" Beth suggested. "We've got a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge. Music's better too."
"Sounds good to me," Katy flashed her perfect teeth at them both.
"Yeah, kinda had enough of Wham if I'm honest," Rick muttered and retrieved his phone to call a taxi.
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Beth's ears were ringing a little as she took a seat in the taxi next to Katy once more and Rick sat opposite. After giving directions to the driver he turned to face them as the car pulled away, the tires crunching the gravel in front of the converted barn which glowed with neon light.
"You two," he laughed and shook his head.
