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The gentle rocking motion awoke Karen Arwol from her slumbers in the California King Size bed.
At first, she wondered if she had been dreaming and was still dreaming, but then the reality of her situation came back to her. She had been fucked by her two very naughty boys and it had been so good! And also very, very naughty!
At first she had been angry with them for tricking her, but they had both seemed so contrite and they had promised to make it up to her and they had done exactly that!
Initially, she had felt guilty about Dave, her husband, but she was sure that she would be able to make it up to him. As he had no clue about what she would be making up for, that would not present her with any major, unsurmountable problems, she mused.
She frowned as she thought of her husband. She hadn't been able to contact him by the landline phone or his cell phone or by email since early the day before, so she had decided to send her best friend Carla a text message to go round to the house to make sure nothing was wrong with Dave.
She tried to dismiss her worries. She had no doubt in her mind that Carla would find a perfectly simple explanation as to why her husband of 15 years hadn't replied to any of her calls or messages.
As for now, she would get up, have a shower in the ship's cabin of the luxury yacht on what she was enjoying a brief break from her everyday life.
She'd find her naughty boys, Jack and Chester Dolent, see what was available to eat and enquire if they wanted to repeat yesterday's stunning experience of both of them sharing her body at the same time, and individually.
She wasn't certain about taking any more cocaine, as she really was a health nut and didn't like the idea of toxic substances entering her body. She giggled to herself when she thought of her naughty boys entering her body via its various orifices, and putting their substances into her. That, she decided, was very different!
Dave Arwrol had been thrilled for his wife. She had been blogging for several years from their home on the North Carolina coast, but eventually her blogs had been picked up by a major news syndicate ,which had led to an established publishing house based in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, expressing an interest in her writings.
The Dolent family money went a long way back in the state of North Carolina, and their grandfather, William Bryant Dolent, had launched a progressive publishing house in the 1930s. It had weathered the McCarthy years and was now, under the guidance of his son, Roger, still growing. His grandsons, Jack and Chester, were opening the company up to new horizons, such as social media and new writing talent like Karen Arwol.
Karen had been invited to participate in a two week cruise and content seminar featuring all their new writing talent and some members of the Dolent Brothers board of directors on board the Dolent boys' luxury yacht, the Rose Méchante. It was originally constructed as a modestly sized luxury cruise ship, but had been converted to a massive luxury yacht.
However, when Karen had arrived, she had been annoyed to discover that the only people present were the Dolent brothers and herself.
As the boat was already putting out to sea, there was little she felt able to do. Besides which, the boys seemed eager to please her and to make up for their subterfuge.
"If you don't want to stay with us for two weeks of luxury cruising, we'll turn the boat round and return you to your dull, normal life," they said
She decided to stay, but told them they were "her naughty boys." Had she realised exactly how naughty they planed to be with her, she might have demanded to be returned to shore immediately. Who was kidding whom? She'd have played along with them no matter what!
Carla St. Ives, Karen's best friend since they were small children, frowned a little when she had received Karen's text message. After all, as Dave had known that Karen was going on the cruise, why wouldn't he answer her messages or return he calls?
Carla phoned her personal assistant at the firm of lawyers of which she was a founding member, St. Ives, Wilkes and Travers. "Hi, Sally, this is Carla. Some personal stuff has come up, so I might be a little late in today. Tell Roger that he needs to chair the morning meeting, as I won't be in the office in time. It'll be good practice for him."
As she placed her large briefcase into her Audi and started the short drive over to the home of Karen and Dave, she mused about what might happened to Dave.
She parked her car on the street, took her case with her and approaches the door of the modest but comfortable property.
Carla range the bell and was mildly surprised when there was no answer. "Shit! Maybe Dave has met with an accident, or something?" she thought to herself.
She was on the point of ringing the doorbell for a second time when the door was opened by Dave.
Carla was taken aback by the man she had known for over 20 years. He looked like shit. "Hello, Carla," his voice sounded troubled and defeated. "You have had a wasted journey if you came to visit with Karen. She's not here. In fact, she has left me."
"Left you, Dave?" she asked, incredulous. "That's weird, because she sent me a text message saying she was worried about you as you hadn't replied to any of her messages or calls. She asked me to check up on you to make sure you were okay."
"You'd better come inside," said Dave, standing to one side to allow Carla to enter the lobby of the house.
As he quietly shut the door he shook his head. "God knows why she'd get you to check up on me. She sent me a very cruel video message breaking up with me."
Carla felt bewildered as she followed Dave to the kitchen that was at the rear of the house. He indicated his laptop that was on the table. He said: "Just hit play and watch the message. I will be out of the room while you play it. I can't watch it again, it's too much for me."
Carla watched as Dave left the room. "What the fuck is going on?" she mused as she sat down before the laptop, moved the mouse and pressed play.
As a lawyer, Carla had seen many unusual sights. However, the sight of her best friend greedily sucking on a man's cock was something entirely different.
There then followed five minutes of utter, wanton debauchery, on a video that was obviously cut down from a much longer recording.
Carla watched as her best friend was given one of the most intense fuckings she had ever witnessed. Perhaps unusually, certainly unusual for Carla's group of female friends, Carla liked hardcore porn, the raunchier the better, in fact, but this video didn't spark any reaction in her at all. "I'm as dry as fuck!" she thought.
She noticed the series of sexual positions used and realised that the two men, who she presume were the Dolent boys, has learned all their sexual skills from the slew of Internet porn.
They double teamed her, shoved their cocks down her throat, took her in a variety of positions and, with the aid of a large dildo shoved up her ass, made her airtight.
At the end of the video, they both took turns jacking off into her vagina which she was holding stretched open, an inane grin on her face.
Just when Carla was thinking it couldn't get any worse, one after the other, the two Dolent boys spat into her vagina.
Then she spoke words toward the camera, as she lay naked and with bruises and bite marks on her flesh, with the Dolent boys standing either side of her. "Hello, Dave. As you can see, the Dolent boys have shown me a really good time. So good, I'd like to stay here on their boat for ever, if I could.
"Sadly, you'll get no more sex from me, Dave. The naughty boys will fulfil my needs." "That's right, Dave," said one of the boys.
"And should you try to out us, or even mention us in any divorce proceedings' we know some very powerful people in the State and we could make your life miserable. Very miserable, indeed."
The other one added: "We own your wife's body, now, dude. She is ours to do with as we see fit. And she's okay with that, aren't you, princess?" At this verbal clue, Karen smiled at the camera and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up.
He continued: "You'd better do what we say, dude, because the choice is yours. Sucking it up like a good boy, or living your life in a wheelchair, or worse, your choice."
Karen added: "Dave, you'd better believe it! My naughty boys can be really bad, when they need to!
"Bye, Dave. Be seeing you! Eventually!" She was still giggling when the video ended.
Carla reached over to the laptop and sent multiple copies of the email to herself, her personal account and two work accounts. She'd square what she'd just done with Dave, later.
She stood up and walked through to find Dave. He was standing looking out over the back yard. Karen whispered "Dave, I am so sorry about this."
Wordlessly he turned toward her, his face a mask of pain. They hugged each other and the both began to cry.
This went on for long moments until they let each other go.
He wiped his eyes with his hands, whilst Carla blew her nose on a paper tissue that she'd pulled from her pocket.
"I can't see why she sent me that text message, asking me why you hadn't replied to any of her calls or messages. That makes no sense to me," said Carla.
