Her Husband had taken her to a Turkish restaurant but had forgotten his chequebook...
The restaurant wasn't equipped to take credit cards...
He thought he would pay with his wife's body...
The idea excited them but they knew he would nip out to the bank at the end of the meal and get some cash, leaving her a while to pretend.
She was, in fact, the only woman present and had been eyed-up all evening by the swarthy, moustachioed, Turk card-players in the other side of the room.
A woman was wailing in the background... a music video on the television in a corner.
Actually, Tom and Alexandra were the only clients eating in the place.
Exceptionally, she was wearing a V-cut blouse showing off her ample, soft, white cleavage and also a long wrap-around, cotton skirt that had been falling open around her soft, smooth, milky-white thighs, and that she had been pulling together from time to time as she innocently crossed and uncrossed her legs.
Of course, being a respectable, married woman, she had frequently pulled the skirt back across her thighs.
* * * * *
About Alexandra and Tom
She was a sweet, lovely, charming woman who got on well with everyone, loved animals and children and was very submissive by nature. Her husband had fallen in love with her during their long courtship, when, little by little, they had discovered each other's deepest, darkest secrets and fantasies and also, little by little, this sweet, ordinary looking woman became the most beautiful and sexiest woman under the sun.
He was madly in love with her and she with him. He had made her feel so special that she could not help but radiate beauty, love, fun, romance and...sexuality
Together, over the years, they had wandered through the hidden attics of their minds, opened all the doors, seen everything, and now they could be totally free with each other.
Nothing at all to hide.
For instance, most wives would be shocked and disgusted if they found their husbands reading dirty stories or looking at pictures and videos of teenage girls being fucked and spunk-splattered by older men.
Not her.
This was one of her husband's hobbies but rather than chastise him, as most wives would, she encouraged him with stories of her own about schoolgirls she had taught who had been fucking since the age of thirteen.
She would point out young girls in the street and make lewd comments to him, reading his dirty mind.
Sometimes, as they fucked, she would remind him of such-and-such a girl they had seen and describe how she would probably love to be sitting on his face as she sucked on his big dick. Alexandra would then take advantage of his spurting cock to fill her mouth with his hot, creamy spunk.
They had the most wonderful sex life.
He had brought out her sluttish side and they both loved it. No one could have imagined that this respectable lady was, perhaps, one of the sluttiest women on earth.
She may even have been the reincarnation of Cleopatra, they joked, a woman who had spent her life fucking.
* * * * *
About Alexandra
Yes, this sweet Alexandra had a mind as dirty as any horny sex-craving man.
Sometimes it amazed her to feel how the most disgusting scenes turned her on as she masturbated, reading nasty stories on the Internet.
And she masturbated as often as she could if she wasn't being fucked or fingered by her husband.
She loved sex.
She loved fucking, she loved cock, and she loved men.
She wasn't exactly a nymphomaniac but she found it incredibly difficult to refuse a man who was lusting after her.
(But, what man would resist a horny woman if she started lusting after him?)
Tom had helped unbridle her imagination and now her sexual fantasies roamed her mind like lusty mythological creatures - half human, half animal.
She had discovered many sexual fantasies hidden away... and a few of them had already been fulfilled.
But she still hadn't been gang banged by a group of strange men. She had often rubbed her clitoris sore whilst looking at videos of women being fucked by half a dozen horny guys (preferably black) or reading stories about such things.
She wanted Tom to be there when this happened. It couldn't be any other way.
This evening, as they ate, Tom, her Master and husband, had been suggesting that all these Turkish men, playing cards, were probably feeling very randy having this lovely, sexy woman - the only woman - in their restaurant.
Alexandra was feeling horny.
Tom has this power over her.
This is why she is his willing sex slave.
* * * * *
Her soft, shaved pussy was a very moist little pussy and her nipples were blatantly happy campers beneath her braless blouse as Tom and Alexandra now chatted with the young, Turkish waiter.
Alexandra was smiling and blushing a little as the young man's gaze kept slipping between her big tits. She felt happy and relaxed - the bottle of French Merlot they had drunk with the simple meal had played its part in creating this peaceful state of mind.
Tom and Alexandra were asking about the card game the other men were playing in the darkened section of the room, semi-partitioned off by a low wall and arches. There were four or five round tables with three or four men per table slapping down cards, sometimes laughing, sometimes arguing and drinking shot glasses of a clear liquid poured from a bottle on the table.
The handsome Turkish waiter had great difficulty speaking either Italien or English - the only two languages Tom and Alexandra spoke - but he laughed and smiled a lot, used gestures and was now scribbling something on the paper tablecloth.
As Alexandra leaned closer to see what he was writing her ample bosoms were pressed against his arm. She pretended not to notice and stayed in that position, rubbing her hard nipples against him as she reached to pick up her wine glass.
Tom knew exactly what she was doing and discretely nodded at her as their eyes met.
He loved to see her flirting.
* * * * *
Alexandra again
He had already watched her being fucked by her black lover - which had acted out a couple of their fantasies - and, for some reason, this memory was invading him at this moment.
She had warned him that what happened between her and Lenny was purely physical... chemical... and that she would be a screaming chocolate mess.
But Tom had insisted that he wanted to see them fucking.
He was her Master and so Alexandra went along with his desires.
Still, he hadn't really been prepared for what he saw and heard that night.
He couldn't stop cumming.