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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Heather and Tom were taking a well-deserved vacation in Florida.

They had changed a good deal from the rather naive couple they had been many months before. They had a sophistication, a self-confidence, that their more recent sexual experiences had given them.

They knew who they were now. They knew what they wanted from life. They lay by their hotel pool, soaking in the sun, admiring the nearly naked bodies of the other sun-worshipers.

Tom in particular could not keep his eyes off a shapely young Cuban girl in a brief red bikini. Heather watched his eyes assess her full out thrusting tits and round ass every time she stirred on her beach towel. From time to time she would rise and take a quick plunge into the pool. It was then that Tom's eyes shone brightest, and the bulge in his trunks grew largest.

"Tom, you've turned into a real lech, you know that?" Heather teased him as she reached out lazily for the Tom Collins that sat on the table next to her.

"Blame yourself, baby. You're the one who helped wake me up to myself. If it hadn't been for you, I probably would never have fucked anybody but you. Right up until the end of our marriage… which would have been soon, if it hadn't been for [missing text]."

He reached over and clasped her hand. "You're right, baby – I'm sure as hell glad I didn't lose you. You're the best wife a guy ever had."

"Thanks, darling. Now tell me… what do you think of that little beauty in red over there?"

He smiled slyly. "She's not bad."

"Not bad, eh? Then what's this?" Heather reached over and squeezed his crotch.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing? Someone's liable to notice!"

"What do we care? We're a long way from home. And we're on vacation."

"Yes… I guess you're right. But try to be a little cooler, eh, baby?"

Heather pouted. She was in the mood for some adventure. She hoped Tom wasn't going to be an old stick-in-the-mud.

"What should we do tonight, Tom? Let's make it something exciting, okay? I think I'm ready for a little titillation."

"Okay, baby. Tell you what… you pick it. Your wish is my command."

"Then I'd like to go to that little club Jake and Linda were telling us about. I think it's just what I'm looking for."

"You do, eh? Okay, baby, we'll do it!"

They had dinner in an expensive Spanish restaurant with an authentic old-country atmosphere. They ate paella and drank lots of good Spanish red. Both were tipsy and excited by the time they left the restaurant.

Their cab driver raised his eyebrows knowingly when they gave him the address of the club they wanted to go to.

"You know it?" Tom asked.

"Yes, sir. I know it. I think you will find it very interesting."

Tom had to give the doorman a twenty-dollar tip before they could get in the front door. Then they were led to a screen enclosed booth at the edge of a dance floor. The central area was surrounded by such booths, just dark enough that it was impossible to make out the features of any of the other clients.

Tom ordered a bottle of champagne. "When does the floor show start?" he asked the pretty waitress.

"In a few minutes, sir."

"You like the looks of our waitress, eh, Casanova?" Heather asked when the girl had left.

"She's a dish! Jeez, Heather, I'm sure glad I talked you out of that job of yours. I don't mind your fucking around, but I like to be there when you're doing it. You're too damned good-looking to be serving a bunch of horny bastards like me."

Heather giggled. "Darling, you're funny. Let's have a toast. To a long and captivating sex life!"

They clinked gasses and entwined arms to drink. "Gee, I feel like a new bride, darling. I'm so glad to be with you."

"Me, too, honey!"

Suddenly the lights died, and a spotlight appeared in the center of the dance floor. A young woman in a simple red dress ran into the center of the stage. She was barefoot. She moved with the grace of a fleeing antelope. She began to dance a wild, suggestive dance that told of anguish and fear and flight.

"Why, Tom, do you recognize her?" Heather whispered. "It's the Cuban girl from the hotel. My God, she really is beautiful. She's a good dancer, too."

"Mmm-hmm."

Heather looked at her husband. She could catch only a faint glimpse of his silhouette in the light of the small candle on their table. He was watching the girl attentively, leaning forward for a closer look.

Heather's attention was arrested by a loud cracking sound. She looked at the stage. A tall handsome man carrying a whip strode into the spotlight, followed by twp strong men, obviously his servants. They wore the costumes of buccaneers. The servants grabbed hold of the girl, who was cowering on the floor. They pulled her, protesting, to her feet.

The man cracked his whip against the floor, and the servants began to undress the girl. She struggled against them, but her efforts were in vain. They stripped her easily. Within moments, she stood naked between them, looking frightened and ashamed. Her eyes avoided the gaze of the tall man who stood directly in front of her.

As she watched the show, Heather found herself becoming more and more excited. The fantasy of a woman bound and helpless before her handsome assailants appealed to the redhead. Her cunt throbbed with desire. She slipped a hand down to her lap and rubbed it gently over her pussy-mound.

There was something delightfully wicked about watching a sex show and playing with herself in the dark. The idea made her pussy throb all the harder. She pulled up the skirt of her dress ever so gently, so as not to distract Tom's attention. She began to stroke her naked clitoris with her fingertip.

While the two servants held the naked girl between them, the big man took off his own clothes. His movements were slow and taunting. He looked particularly proud when he pulled down his trousers and exposed his long thick cock to the girl's view. Her mouth fell open in awe, soon followed by tenor.

Heather couldn't believe the size of the man's cock. It looked huge! She had never seen one to match it. The thought of watching that beautiful young girl take such a formidable prick into her pussy drove the redhead to a higher peak of excitement. Her finger worried her clitoris more urgently. She began to run another finger up and down the length of her wet, fur-trimmed cunt. Her thighs fell farther apart. Secure in the knowledge that no one could see her, Heather threw caution to the winds.

The handsome big man in center stage stood naked in front of the struggling young woman, hands on hips. Then he moved closer to her, holding his erect cock in his hand, pointing it at her pussy-mound. He reached out and grabbed her by the hips. He sank his cock in between her thighs and searched for her pussy-hole. He found it and shoved.

"Aaaaggghhh!" the girl's pained cry rang through the small club. While the two smaller men held her arms behind her their master fucked hard and deep in and out of her cruelly penetrated pussy.

But for the sound of her moans of protest, the room was permeated by an awesome hush. The hush of suppressed excitement.

Heather had slipped a couple of fingers into the greedy hole of her cunt and was working them urgently back and forth. She had slid forward on her seat so her buttocks rested on the very edge, giving her fingers maximum access to her quaking cunt-passage.

The young woman's face worked through various expressions of fear and anguish while the big man continued to pound his cock into her unwilling cunt.

"Oooohh! Ooooohhh! Aaaagggghhhh!"

While the unseen audience watched with rapt attention, a strange change came about in the woman's behavior. Instead of agony, her tones began to imply an abandoned ecstasy. Her hips began to hump up to meet the man's long hard strokes. His cock, so long and thick, shone with the coating of her lubricating juices.

She was turned on. She was submitting eagerly now to the savage assault.

Heather felt more titillated than ever by the woman's response. Her fingers were massaging her cunt with unabashed eagerness, searching for the tumultuous release that lurked just under the surface. She was surprised when a hand suddenly pulled hers away from her cunt and placed it on a hard, swollen cock.

Tom had pulled his prick from his fly and had been playing with himself while she stroked her pussy. Now he reached a couple of fingers into her pussy and took up where her own fingers had left off. She wrapped her hand around his cock-shaft and began to pump up and down. She opened her legs wider to let him finger-fuck her deeper.

This was even more titillating than what she had been doing alone. Mutual masturbation while they watched the erotic show before them! Wait till they told Jake and Linda about this! Their friends would be so proud of them!

Heather's fingertips caressed her husband's cock expertly while his fingers drove deep into her trembling cunt-hole. The girl on the stage was grinding her hips wildly up at the big man's cock now. She was urging him on begging him to fuck her longer, harder, deeper. Her wails of passion indicated it would not be long before she came. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that her release would be a spectacular one.

The watching redhead was going out of her mind with excitement. It was all she could do to keep her hand working over Tom's swollen cock. Her pussy was so hot and aroused! She needed to cum so bad!

"Oh, Tom!" she exclaimed at last in a wrenching whisper. "I'm cumming, baby! I'm cumming!"

"Oh, God!" It didn't take her long to figure out what his answer meant. The hot thick fluids of his orgasm flowed over her hand while he ground his pelvis upward.

Heather searched for her husband's mouth and they shared a long soulful kiss. She enjoyed being able to take part in this kind of sexual adventure with her own husband. It made life so exciting.

She wiped her hand and Tom's cock carefully with a napjdn while she watched the show on center stage. The big man came long before the aroused girl. She attacked each of his servants in turn and pulled out their pricks, begging them to fuck her. Each drubbed her cunt thoroughly, until he spilled his load deep into her craving pussy.

When all three men had fucked her, the girl kneeled on the floor and, licking her lips lewdly, proceeded to finger-fuck herself until she came.

"Ooooohhh! God, it's sooo good!" she cried aloud before collapsing face, down onto the floor. At this moment, the spotlight expired. When the houselights came pn, the four actors were gone.

The show was over. But the heavy erotic atmosphere it had created lingered on. Heather and Tom went back to their house even hornier than they had left it. They fucked until dawn, then fell asleep in each other's arms.