NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.
Chapter 1: Carole Gives A Warmup
It was to be another of Jodi's business conferences - and that meant that she felt I needed companionship while she was away. This was to be a much longer time - over a week. That's why, on this Thursday evening, she was driving me over to her friend Carole's house.
"I thought you
liked
Carole", Jodi said as we were driving. "She sure as hell likes you, likes hanging out with you..."
"Yeah and enjoys fucking my brains out starting the second you walk out the door. She fucking
exhausts
me", I interjected. "Doesn't it bother you that we're married now, what, over three years, and it seems like I've fucked your friends almost as often as I have you?"
Jodi giggled. "I told you, Mike, that I believe that for our marriage to be successful, I have to keep you...
interested
. And, to me, part of keeping you interested is giving you opportunities to have sex with other women. I call it an open marriage, even though I would never
dream
of having sex with any other man. You satisfy me just fine. Especially now with Maddy's libidifem drug having increased the size of your dick even when you're NOT using the drug. I
love
the way that huge tool of yours reams me out! Oh, I'm getting so
wet
just
thinking
about it!!! But I'm leaving on an early flight tomorrow morning and can't spend all night fucking you even though I want you
so
much!! That's why I'm bringing you over to Carole's now."
We stopped in front of the small apartment house and rang the intercom. Carole's apartment was a one-bedroom on the second floor. She was standing by the door waiting for us - a six-foot, well-muscled blond in a white tank top without bra, a cobalt-blue mini-skirt showing off her lengthy, tanned legs, and heels which only accentuated her height and made her tower over my thin 5 feet 10 inches. Not that I wasn't used to tall women anyway - Jodi herself was 6-2 in flats, but she liked to wear heels and platforms which made her even taller.
Carole was already breathing heavily, her face flushed. She wasted almost no time grabbing me and plunging her tongue deeply into my mouth, even before she and Jodi had had a chance to greet one another.
Jodi laughed. "Have you been masturbating, Carole?"
"Came 9 times in the last hour and a half", Carole replied breathlessly, seemingly unable or unwilling to keep her hands off me. "I am
so
looking forward to this week. Thank you for letting me take care of Mike while you're gone!"
Jodi pointed to a corner of the room and said to me "Excuse us for a minute. Girl talk!"
While they were chatting, I took my luggage - it was little more than a flight bag, since Jodi guessed I would not need much in the way of clothing for the nine-plus days I would be away - and wheeled it into Carole's bedroom, which was already bathed in red light. The bed was disheveled due to Carole's recent solo activity. I could see a pile of porno videos on the TV stand; Carole liked to show them to me in between our screwing sessions to "keep my motor running", as she put it.
I came back out to hear the softly-spoken end of their conversation: "... no mercy. Let him have it over and over again. He can take it, don't worry. Tell the others the same thing" with Carole nodding and holding a small package in her hands that she was obviously trying to conceal from my view.
"Now, I'm out of here, you two crazy kids. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jodi sing-songed as she walked out the door. "Of course... that leaves you almost nothing!!!" She giggled to herself as she sashayed out of the apartment.
"Well, Mike, that leaves just you and me," Carole's sultry coo came from behind me. She walked over and double-locked the door, leaned over and kissed me deeply again. "You know, of course, what we're going to be doing over the next week-plus, so you may as well get ready for it. In fact," as she roughly grabbed my arm and pulled a strange device out of the back pocket of her skirt, "let's get you ready right now!!!"
She took the device, pressed it against my bicep and pushed a button on it. I heard a hissing sound as the device's contents were emptied.
"What the hell was
that,
Carole?"
"It's a Stratis jet injector - it uses air pressure rather than a needle to inject a vaccine into your skin. It can be used for insulin as well. But I think you know what was in that injector. I
had
to do it this way, because I know that you would never have voluntarily drunk it from whatever glass or bottle I gave you. Jodi told me that you've become very wary about that since you were last at Maddy's. But this worked just as well... even a little faster than you drinking it. MMMMMmmmm, as if I wasn't horny enough already..."
