Something New 47

Carol

"Come on, you may as well tell me," my wife grinned. We had just finished making love and often shared our fantasies just before or after orgasm. I was feeling a bit shy because I had fantasised about one of her workmates.

"If you really want to know, I thought about Carol," I half mumbled.

My wife giggled - "you don't know Carol, she's a bit weird."

"I was just fantasising - that's all," I protested.

"I could put in a good word for you if you like" she grinned, "you have a birthday coming up, I know that she'd come to the party as it were. I could watch - I'd probably get more out of it than you would."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Like I say, you don't know Carol," came the reply "I could introduce you if you like." she said and I noticed that her grin was a bit cheekier than usual. "She has trouble finding partners in crime."

It was true, I did have a birthday coming up - my fortieth. We'd joked about how to celebrate, my wife (Ruth) had suggested a minute's silence. I had noticed Carol some months previously. It was hard not to notice Carol, she was a few years younger than my wife and we met briefly at a works dinner. It was formal but Carol had chosen to wear a see through black top that left little to the imagination and had made the ensemble complete with some interesting jewellery. Despite working in a corporate environment, Carol had both nostrils pierced and delicate chains linked those rings to her ear lobes, I thought that's why my wife had said that Carol was a bit weird. Whatever, she was very good looking and until now I had put her out of my mind. I decided to go for broke,

"I'm game if you are," I said, Ruth laughed and said she would arrange a meeting over coffee.

I felt a little excited and also a sense of trepidation, what did Ruth know that I did not? I ran through the possibilities in my mind. Supposing Carol was into S&M - would that be so bad? After all you can't say that you don't like cabbage if you have never had any. I could always back out, true there would be a certain loss of face but I could live with that. I knew that she wasn't a lesbian but maybe she was bisexual, that could be fun. The thought of Carol distracted me from my work all that week until 5 o'clock on Friday. Ruth met me after work, at the pretentious coffee bar about 20 minutes from my office. We found a table and ordered a couple of coffees while we waited for Carol to join us.

"So what's so weird about Carol?" I asked.

"She can tell you that" Ruth answer with a grin "Whatever it is, I doubt that you would cope with it."

I thought of Carol and all her appealing physical attributes - and realised that the attraction was not just physical, Carol had an engaging personality and I had the impression that she would be interesting, I just wasn't sure how.

Ruth and I made small talk until Carol turned up about 50 minutes later. It was obvious that she must have been very good at her job, otherwise her dress eccentricities would not have been tolerated. Carol really wasn't into small talk, and, after introductions had been made, she got straight to the point.

"Ruth tells me that you might be up for something a bit different sex wise," she said.

A few heads on the next table turned for a quick glance and then turned back.

"I might be, it depends what you had in mind," I replied, keeping my voice quiet and low.

"Guess then," she grinned

"Threesomes?" I said hopefully.

"Probably not the kind that you would prefer," she said.

"BDSM?" I ventured.

"Not as such," she responded.

"Watersports?" I guessed.

"Getting closer," she answered, "but not quite."

"Rimming?" I suggested, hoping that she would say no.

"In part," she smiled.

"I may as well give up and you can tell me then," I said, my patience and imagination coming to an end. "What is it?"

"I want complete and utter devotion for the duration of the sex act. I want a man to be so turned on and so involved that he will endure anything in order to be allowed the privilege of coming inside me. - No pain, no permanent damage, not even temporary reminders and marks. Tell me, what do you know about Salvador Dali?" she asked.

"Surrealist painter," I answered " I think he used to get off by masturbating over his wife while she was being fucked by another man."

"Partly right," she said, "he also said that that if you really loved someone, if you were really devoted to them, you would eat their shit. That thought has stayed with me for twenty years or more. That's the sort of devotion that I want. Judging by the expression on your face I am guessing that it is not your thing."

Ruth grinned and gave me her "told you so look."

"It can't be healthy," I protested.

"There are very few health risks provide that the donor is healthy. I assume that you have had your hepatitis shots?" she asked.

I nodded,

"Not a problem then," she said dismissively.

"But the taste..." I grimaced.

"If you were to approach it from a standing start, then yes it would be a deterrent. But getting into it gradually when you are aroused is a different thing entirely. You would watch me getting more and more excited and that would make you more aroused too. The taste would delay your orgasm and increase the duration and depth of my pleasure.

Let me give you a scenario; I would line up five shot glasses and five, one inch spheres. The first glass would be pure white wine and the last would be my urine, the first sphere would be 100% chocolate and the last my shit, only my shit. Every time that you look like you are approach the point of no return then I would offer you something to eat and drink. You would be able to back out after the first serve or any point thereafter. But you don't get to come inside me unless you are prepared to go all the way. Ruth is more than welcome to watch." She concluded, draining her cooling coffee in a single gulp.

Ruth looked at me querulously with her eyebrows raised.

"I would need time to think about that," I replied "possibly a lot of time."

Carol shrugged, glanced at her watch and then said something about meeting her mother for dinner and left us feeling somewhat stunned in the coffee shop.

After I had paid the bill, we drove home. On the way I looked at Ruth,

"Did you know about that?" I asked.

"Not entirely," she laughed. "She does make it sound very erotic and powerful though - I could enjoy watching."

"I could probably enjoy watching too but the idea is a huge turnoff for me" I said, as matter-of-factly as possible.

"Well... you would probably enjoy seeing Carol naked and feeling her hot cunt around your cock, you could always have a shot glass of wine, a chocolate ball and then call it a day."

I pondered this idea, there was no obligation to proceed, true Carol might be disappointed but it wasn't all about her. Ruth and I had been married for almost fifteen years, we had no children and our sex life was satisfying but by no stretch was it exciting.

"Would you like to watch that, even if it was a short show?" I asked.

"Why not?" she replied, "I could be your consolation prize."

I left Ruth to make the arrangements and just over a week later, on the Saturday afternoon, Carol came to our house. She was wearing a long coat and carrying an attaché case, somehow I did not need to be told what was inside it. I thought that the coat seemed a bit overkill. True it was late September but was not especially cold. I opened a bottle of champagne and poured each of us a glass full.

"Can I take your coat?" I asked.

Carol stood up and grinned,

"Help yourself," she replied, inviting me to unbutton and remove it.

I fumbled a little as I undid the buttons and then removed her coat from behind. I put it on a hanger in the hallway and returned to the champagne and then stared at Carol who had remained standing.

I began at floor level. Her boots came up to just below the knee and her black stockings ended just below crotch level where they met a suspender belt. Her cunt was hairless, each of her labia had four sizeable rings and two little leather straps were threaded through the rings and then fastened around each thigh so that her cunt lips were held open. A horizontal piercing though or around her clitoris showed a thick one and half inch ring. I let my eyes drift upward. Her nipples sported rings which matched the one through or near to her clitoris. Her nose had the same nostril piercings and chains which I had seen before, but she had taken advantage of my absence to fit another ring though her septum. It was a ball closure ring and the ball rested neatly between her lips.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

I nodded, speech being bit difficult at that point.

"Come closer," she smiled, "now grab hold of my hair and pull hard."

I did as I was told and suddenly found myself holding Carol's hair in my hand. It took me a second or two to realise that it was a wig, made to look like her own hair. Her head had been buzz cut as short as possible and, at most, the hair could not have exceeded a tenth of an inch in length. She grinned at me and put out her tongue to reveal a central row of three studs and two outer rows of two studs each. My mind was reeling as I considered the erotic potential of all that stood before me. I looked at Ruth and it was obvious that she was interested to say the least.

"Ok," Carol began, "where shall we play?"

"Our bedroom has a high bed and an ensuite bathroom," said Ruth, "that should work."

Ruth led the way and I followed Carol, marvelling at the little clinking sound that her rings made as she walked. Carol moved a bedside lamp, opened her attaché case and lay it on the bedside table. I could see shot glasses, each one of which bore a number and what looked like an ice cube tray with a lid. There were a couple of freezer blocks in the case too and Carol commented that nobody would want to drink white wine that wasn't chilled.

Carol invited me to get undressed and I stumbled out of my clothing. My penis sprung to attention as I put my underwear on a chair. Ruth decided that she might as well get naked too.

Carol handed Ruth a teaspoon and then lay back on the bed so that her cunt just hung over the edge of the mattress. It was just the right height for me.

"Lick me first," said Carol and I obliged, noticing as I did so that Ruth had taken the opportunity to fondle Carol's nipple rings. Around five minutes later, Carol seemed to think that she was ready. She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. The studs rolled around my glans and it was almost too much to bear. She sat up and lifted her septum ring so that she could kiss me full on the lips. I had the feel of her tongue on mine and her nostril chains would brush my cheeks now and again. Then she lay back and spread her legs.

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt, and smiled as my cock head pushed the rings out of the way and let my cock slide into her cunt. I flattered myself as Carol let out a little gasp of delight. As I pushed harder, I felt her rings push against my scrotum and took a few deep breaths to maintain my self control, I was going to enjoy this and make it last as long as possible. I moved back and forth slowly and placed my thumb on her clitoris. Carol stared into my eyes and started to move her hips rhythmically and then she did something that I had only read about. The muscles in her cunt alternately contracted and relaxed. I slowed down and then took a few more deep breaths.

"Stop!" Carol exclaimed "Ruth, would you do the honours please?"

I paused as my wife fed me a chocolate ball and a shot glass of white wine, I could smell her fingers, obviously she had been sufficiently aroused to masturbate.

I replaced my thumb onto Carol's quite substantial panic button. The ring slid under my thumb and I did my best to maintain to synchronise my cock and my thumb. After five minutes it was becoming harder to maintain my concentration and self control, especially with Carol's gyrations.

"Time out!" Carol said and pushed me out of her tunnel of love.

"Now then," she began "do you want to continue?"

"Yes and no..." I stammered.

"You disappoint me," she said "the taste will be mainly chocolate. I think that Ruth might be disappointed too. You could always back out later."

I looked towards Ruth, who was flicking her fingers back and forth over the clitoris.

" I'd like to see that," she said "you can't say that you don't like cabbage if you have never had any. Where's that spirit of adventure that I used to love?"

She took her fingers away from her dripping cunt and then smeared the juice onto my lips.

Carol looked into my eyes and stared down at that perfect, if slightly modified, body. Somewhere in my brain a switch was thrown and I thought to myself 'why not?'.

"Ok," I said "but be quick before I change my mind."

Ruth needed no further encouragement, she kissed me full on the lips and squeezed my cock, before releasing me and going over to the open attaché case.

"Open wide," she said and popped the little ball into my mouth, "Now chew."

I did as I was told, the taste was mainly chocolate but there was a bitterness there, and although the chocolate was milk chocolate it had an air of dark chocolate. The texture was smooth.

"Show me your tongue," said Ruth.

I obliged.

"Now swallow and show me that tongue again." she continued.

I could not help but notice that Ruth was really getting into this and that was something of a turn on. She emptied the shot glass into my mouth and I gulped the slightly salty liquid, rinsed it around my mouth and then swallowed. Carol looked up at me and beckoned me to resume. Again, I pushed my way into her warmth and placed my thumb where I thought that it would be most useful. We started slowly. I was having some trouble processing what I had just done, what I had allowed to happen to me. I felt a profound sense of degradation but also that feeling of excitement that every pervert must feel. I managed perhaps seven minutes or so before Carol called a halt to proceedings and announced that it was time for the third course. I withdrew reluctantly and looked into Ruth's grinning face.

"You have already tried some," she said "this is a 50:50 mixture, a breakeven point, they are very small balls."

She gripped my cock with her left hand and held out the spoon with her right. I balked at the smell and Ruth let go of my cock and held my nose as she thrust the spoon into my mouth in one easy movement.

"Somebody needed to make a decision," she said "and I am here for you. You know the drill. I chewed, put out my tongue and then swallowed before showing her my tongue again.

"Good boy," said Ruth and then held out the shot glass for me to drain.

When I look back, the taste was only a little more bitter than the second helping. I did feel some disgust but my cock steadfastly refused to go down. Whether it was the novelty of the situation or some deep-rooted animal instinct I don't know, but I was determined to continue, at least until the next offering.

It was less than five minutes until Carol sensed the urgency in my movements and pushed me away.

"Decision time," she grinned.

Carol was grinning and waving the spoon backwards and forwards.

"You've come this far, it's only a little bit more. Aren't you curious as to how much of the taste is chocolate and how much is Carol's shit?"

I shook my head.

"Your dick has other ideas," Ruth said "come on, open wide."

I felt my mouth open, it was not a conscious response. The spoon slipped in and the ball rolled onto my tongue and I began to chew. I completed the little ritual and drank the shot glass. Previously I would have been horrified at the idea of drinking someone's piss but it seemed so trivial in comparison to what I had already done that I scarcely gave it a thought. I returned to the bedside and Carol guided my cock into its new favourite place.

I managed about two minutes before I withdrew, fearful of ejaculation and not wanting to undermine the essence of our agreement.

"I think he is getting it," said Carol.

I looked down at her as the delicate chains connecting her earlobes to her nostrils caressed her cheeks, she smiled and kissed the ball on the large ring which penetrated her septum.

"Well?" asked Carol "Want to go all the way or do you want to die without knowing? The next offering is 100% mine and I want to look into your eyes as you eat and drink."

I opened my mouth and felt the ball roll onto my tongue. The taste was different, a bitterness that was reminiscent of roasted coffee. I squeezed the ball with my tongue and stared into Carol's eyes. Her eyes widened as I swallowed and showed her my dirty tongue. I swigged the final shot glass like it was lemonade. I had paid the price and Carol's cunt was mine. I moved back to the bed and thrust my cock into her. I don't know how long I lasted. I some ways it seemed like seconds, in others a very long time.

I gave no thought to Carol's pleasure as I thrust harder and harder. My predominant thought was that had earned this and I was going to have it. I don't think that I would have stopped for anything. Finally I shuddered into a massive climax and was relieved to see that Carol did too. She had taken the opportunity to use her fingers while I was distracted.

Ruth stroked my head and avoided my attempt to kiss her.

"That was worth seeing" she laughed, "I didn't think that you would go through with it but I am glad that you did."

Carol sat up on the edge of the bed and motioned for Ruth to lie back alongside her.

"We haven't finished yet," she said, "Ruth hasn't had a turn."

She placed her fingers into Ruth's wet cunt and made sure that they were well covered with juice. Then she put two of them into Ruth's anus and extracted a sizeable lump of shit which she smeared over Ruth's cunt.

"Now, show me how devoted you are to Ruth," Carol said, "She deserves your attention - lick her cunt clean and ensure that she orgasms."

Ruth's eyes widened " Yes please!"

I knelt by the side of the bed and applied my lips and tongue to her very warm, wet cunt. The taste was different and mingled with her juices the consistency was not unlike mousse. Eventually the taste diminished and the flavour was predominantly that of Ruth. Her thighs tightened around my face as she climaxed again and again. finally she subsided into immobility.

"Oh my god" she exclaimed, "that was intense."

Carol came over to me and French kissed me, licking the remnants of Ruth's excreta from my lips.

It was a bit of a blur after that. We took turns in the shower, got dressed and went into the living room where we had coffee. It was the most normal thing that had happened that day. We took turns to debrief.

"You are the first to complete all five courses," Carol said "you have no idea how good that makes me feel. I will have to find someone like you."

"You can borrow him," said Ruth, "but I want him back."

I winced, being loaned out was a new thing and was kind of hot in its own way.

"What about you?" asked Carol looking at me.

"I done things I thought I would never and could never do. I don't think that I will ever be the same again. I don't think that I would want to do them every week though."

"I enjoyed what you did with your lips and tongue and I think that I understand where Carol is coming from when she talks about devotion. I wouldn't mind making that a special treat now and again." Ruth said looking at me and raising an eyebrow slightly to see what my response would be.

"No urge to swap places?" I asked.

"Don't know. But after seeing you I might be persuaded."

That's where we left things. It has been just over a month since I went over to the dark side and Ruth is already hinting at a rerun of her favourite segment. She is also thinking about getting a few piercings. We have a whole new avenue of perverted pleasure to explore and will likely take our time doing it. After all, anticipation is half the pleasure.