The Carol Project

For the last couple of years, however, it seemed as if Brad was the one in need of additional stimulation. She was shocked when he brought his diversion from work home and suggested more than a year ago that it wouldn't hurt if they watched some porn together to recharge their batteries and spice things up. Also he whispered indecent things to her before, during and after making love, that she couldn't reconcile with the man she loved more than life and who she thought she knew as well as she knew herself. She finally agreed that if watching other people screw on DVD's or the Internet and talking about opening up their marriage was what it took to get him in the mood, then she would play along with him. After all, she reasoned, it was just talk, just a fantasy, and nothing would ever happen. Little did she know that this day would be different. Little did she know that a libidinous new seed had been planted in her husband's susceptible and ripened mind that very afternoon. Little did Carol know that Darrel, their great friend, was determined to make her a project, a project so extreme it would be beyond anything she had imagined. However, for the project to become a success, it would require and be dependent upon her husband's involvement and enthusiastic cooperation, but it would be months before she knew any of that.

Brad opened the door between the garage and the mud room and, like millions of returning work warriors, announced, "honey, I'm home."

"In the kitchen Brad," she responded as she took two sizzling, thick, medium rare, juicy steaks out of the broiler, that had been perfectly timed for his arrival. She added them to the plates with steamy baked potatoes smothered with everything and a crisp salad, swimming in Brad's favorite tangy dressing that she always made from scratch.

"Wow! What's the occasion?" Brad asked as he took her in his arms and planted a wet kiss on her soft, warm perfect lips that glistened with a slick coat of her saliva that the tip of her wet pink, tongue had painted on the second before their lips touched.

"Just trying to seduce my husband," she said with a saucy laugh.

"You won't have to try very hard," Brad said as he slipped his hands inside the loose waist at the back of her shorts and squeezed both cheeks, "I'm a sure thing."

They didn't eat at the table but on the couch, snuggled up like teenagers, watching a television program together. If either of them had been asked what show they were watching, neither could have answered because each was thinking of something else.

Each of them, however, could have recalled watching one of their two favorite television commercials. Whether it was Viagra or Cialis whenever it popped up on their flat-screen, if they were alone, they would laugh every time the medical warning was narrated in a very serious voice: "if an erection lasts more than four hours, contact your doctor immediately." Carol thought it was hilarious every time she heard it and realized that the warning was actually a backward endorsement of the magical results from just one little pill for a desperate man with a problem, or for his wanting partner. Predicably, Carol always commented with a chuckle, and did that night too, "yeah, they just wish for a four hour hardon."

But, this night, though they remembered the erectile dysfunction commercial, neither could recall what the program was because: Carol was thinking, I can't wait to get him in bed and fuck his brains out because I'm as hot as the sizzling steaks were; while Brad was thinking, should I really try and get Carol to watch the hot video that he and Darrel had watched and that he couldn't get out of his mind?

After they finished eating, it was Carol who said, "want to watch TV in our bedroom?"

"Carol, it's not even 8:00."

"I know," she said almost timidly.

Brad decided to go for it. "That old pervert, Darrel, called me into his office today and had another porn video for me to watch on his computer."

"I'm telling you baby, you guys are going to get fired if you ever get caught."

"Darrel's very careful. I think it's safe enough. Anyway, this was the hottest one I've ever seen."

"We've seen some really hot stuff. What was so special about this one?" Carol asked with genuine interest.

"I can get it up on the computer if you want to see for yourself," Brad said.

She flashed him a full tooth naughty smile. "Oh, I was thinking that we could do our own porn in our bedroom." When she saw that he was a little disappointed in her response, she quickly said, "sure honey, let's watch it."

In one way Carol did get her way because the computer was in their bedroom. Even though no one was home, out of habit, they closed their bedroom door before Brad fired up the computer with the large monitor and two layers of passwords. While he was doing that and connecting to the Internet, Carol smiled at him, skimmed off the white shorts, untied the bow at her back and was naked in a flash. She hardly ever wore panties anymore, because that was another of Brad's new ideas for her, and she finally gave in to his constant chiding about "real women" and "underwear."

Brad couldn't help but compare his naked wife with the woman in the video who had fascinated him so much. Carol's breasts were a little smaller than the woman's, but they were much more to his liking. The woman in the video was completely shaven while for the past year Carol had kept her dark curly pubic hair trimmed above her cleft, with her lips completely bare and silky smooth. Also, he thought, Carol's face was prettier than the woman's, really prettier than the face of any other woman, he reminded himself. Other than that, the legs, arms, hands and feet of the two women were exceptional and similar.

Carol sat down on a chair next to his and then she was reading on the large screen what he had read earlier that day, "Lucky wife fucks 29 guys." She put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It wasn't that she hadn't seen a woman in a porn video with more than one man before but certainly nothing that approached that number. Then, she too, saw what the men had seen earlier as the fucking began.

This time, Brad noticed things that he hadn't the first time. Each of the men had a red plastic bracelet around his wrist. A couple of the men wore black masks and two more had black hoods completely covering their faces. Two men kept their T-shirts on and one guy seemed to be wearing a strange black jock-strap.

Every time that she watched porn with Brad, or listened to his hot pillow talk, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She had been raised, and so had he, to never entertain the idea that sex was a recreational activity for fun, but reserved for a husband and wife and mainly, even then, to procreate. That view by most people, and even most Catholics, had been relaxed and extended so that it was thought of as an expression of love, though only between husband and wife. Well, the woman she was watching on the computer certainly couldn't have been in love with each of the men she was with, but, she sure seemed to love what she was doing, Carol thought.

"I don't think she's acting, do you, hon?" Brad asked.

"Oh no. I think she's really into it. Look at her hands. They're all over the place. I'm surprised that she's not scratching the guys. Remember when we were first married and how I would scratch your back because I was so excited?"

Brad sighed. "I remember."

"I'm even more excited now when we make love, but, I don't scratch anymore. Also, I'm sure that the woman is setting some kind of a climax record. It seems to me to be nonstop."

"You do the same thing with just one guy."

"I guess I do . . . I'm sure most of the women we have watched in other videos don't cum very much and many, not at all," Carol said.

Brad knew that this wouldn't be the last time he watched the video. The second time was even more exciting than the first and he just knew that subsequent viewing would be even better. He realized that already he was substituting in his mind his wife, Carol, for the sexual woman without a name known to him. It didn't hurt that Carol was sitting next to him totally naked and, obviously, very excited about the beginning minutes of the video that just two years ago she would have flatly refused to even watch.

Carol had to admit that even though she thought watching this stuff was wrong, she was getting turned on by it. None of the men in the video were handsome or well endowed. Nor, did they seem to be very talented lovers. Each was hard and just pounded away until he reached a powerful climax. But, each of them did their respective job in taking the woman to a higher and higher level of sexual excitement, or so it seemed to Carol. Brad was very handsome with a great body, and it appeared that his cock was as large as any of the men's in the film. Also, he would spend a lot of time on foreplay to make sure she was ready when they made love. Carol realized that she almost always thought of intercourse with her husband as making love, and now it crept into her mind that they fucked. None of the men kissed the woman. None ate her pussy. She blew them, they sucked her boobs and each fucked her, that was it and yet it was incredibly sexy to Carol. No one man could stay hard and horny long enough to keep up with a woman like the pretty woman in the video and, Carol was coming to realize, perhaps even herself. She recalled that Brad had been telling her the same thing for more than a year.

"Hey what's that white silk cloth around her waist?" He wondered out loud.

"You should know buster. It's one of your favorite things. It's a white silk teddy, unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her boobs." Later in the video the rolled up teddy would be removed between men 16 and 17 and then the woman would be as naked as Carol was.

While their eyes were glued to the computer screen, Brad's right hand went wandering. He rested it on her left thigh. The second it came in contact with the warm smooth skin, she instinctively parted her legs as an invitation for him to take his exploration farther, to a warmer, wetter, smoother and much more sensitive place. When he did move directly to her pussy, she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the chair's seat leaving her completely open.

"It's a hot flick, don't you think?" Brad asked.

"It is hot. It's not at all romantic though. No build up. Nothing really but blowing and fucking." She remembered other videos that they had watched together. "No double penetration, no anal like we've seen in other videos."

"But do you like it?" He asked.

"Ya, I do. You know baby, I don't think it's an American video. Nobody has spoken but she keeps saying ya, not yes. My guess is it's a German video. The woman could be American, but, I'm sure the men are European," Carol added.

"I think you're right," he said as the number "4" flashed across the screen when a man with a very hairy back emptied the fluid that had been building up in his balls, deep inside the woman whose name they didn't know. "In a few minutes you'll hear the guys talk a little and the language has to be German, or some other Northern European tongue."

Carol was squirming a little in the chair which did not go unnoticed by Brad. His hand moved inside her thigh and up until it couldn't go up any more. Carol sighed, closed her big blue eyes and leaned her head back but not for very long because she didn't want to miss any of the video. Brad felt how wet she was. The juice seeping from inside her body was warm and slick -- with a viscosity that reminded him of glycerine -- like always, and, he imagined, just like the liquid produced inside the body of the woman in the video. When he slowly inserted two of his fingers as deeply inside her as he could, she grabbed his arm tightly, moaned and experienced a mini-orgasm. That's all that it took to get her off and he was the only man alive who knew it. While he was playing with her pussy, she thought --not for the first time -- how nice it would be to have another set of hands caress her. But, that's not what nice girls did, the nuns had taught her, and the lesson stuck indelibly in her mind as if it had been taught just yesterday.

The video they were watching seemed almost to be a sporting event that the participants really enjoyed, especially the highly charged woman. The event was obviously well organized. There was no indication that she knew the men or that they knew her. Some of the men wore wedding bands, as did the pretty woman, and some of the men didn't. While the video lasted 44 minutes it was obvious that there had been some basic editing and Brad guessed that the time filming would have been longer than 44 minutes, perhaps much longer. At just 5 minutes per man, the filming time would have been a little less than 150 minutes, or almost two and a half hours. But, Brad thought, because there was no foreplay, just fucking and sucking, the average time was probably less than 5 minutes per man.

After the number "13" flashed across the screen, the woman got on her hands and knees and was fucked doggy style by two of the men, then it was on her back again for the rest of the men. They guessed that she must have been about forty years old and the men at least that old and, some, maybe a few years older than the woman.

A few times during the video, the camera would move in for a close up of the woman's pretty, flushed face. Usually her eyes were closed and Carol and Brad could see the sheen of perspiration on her brow. A couple of times she blew a damp tendril of her hair out of the way. It was clear that she was almost intoxicated by the non-stop sex. With each new man she reached a higher level of intoxication, though it seemed as if it would have been impossible for her to get any higher than she was at the beginning of the video, but she did.

Chapter 3, Sunshine

Brad had barely sat down behind his desk when Darrel stepped into his office the next morning. "Well?"

"Well, what?" asked Brad.

"Come on man," said the black man. "Did you show her the video?"

"Yes, we watched it twice."

"Did she bite your head off?"

"Which head?" Brad asked with a chuckle.

"So tell me all about it," Darrel said as he sat down in the chair at the side of Brad's desk, leaned back and propped his glossy cap-toe oxfords on the desktop that was always neater than his own.

"Well, Carol liked the video for the same reasons that you and I did. She was sure that the woman was totally into it."

"Did you mention the project to her?" Asked Darrel.

"There isn't any project Darrel, so there wasn't anything to mention," replied Brad to the question that he had known his friend would ask sooner, rather than later.

"But Brad, there can be a project. It's all up to you," he said as he took his feet off Brad's desk, then leaned towards Brad. "You and I get paid to manage projects. I'm sure that given enough time, and if you're motivated to make it happen, well, . . . well, it can happen." Darrel was waiting for Brad to say something, because he didn't, Darrel asked, "What do you say man? Let's do this."

"Like I told you yesterday Darrel, it's not going to happen."

A disappointed Darrel waited a few seconds then asked, "did the video make her hot?"

"You can imagine that if we watched it twice, it did. Actually, between the two times that we watched it she fucked me dry."

"See man. I told you," said Darrel. " If the video made her hot, it was because she could relate to the woman and what the woman must have been feeling during her gangbang."

"You're right about that. She told me the same thing. Still, Darrel, talking about it, thinking about it and doing it are three very different things," Brad said.

Darrel leaned over and said, "but, action can only happen after someone thinks about it and talks about doing something. My guess is Carol was thinking about how the woman in the video must have been feeling and you can tell me if she talked about it."

Brad remembered exactly what she had said last night, but, he wasn't about to tell Darrel everything, though as he reflected on their close friendship he realized that, eventually, he almost always did confide everything, no matter how intimate to Darrel. Last night while Carol straddled his lap during that last few minutes of the film and bounced up and down on his erection she said, "I can just imagine how she must feel after being stuffed over and over again with a new fresh, hard cock ready the instant the one she was fucking shot off and started to go flaccid." He recalled that she also said, "Brad, I guess you must be right that a woman like her, and maybe me, has a lot more capacity for sex than any healthy guy." After the screen went dark when the last man had finished, Carol nearly drug Brad to their big bed. She didn't bother to turn down the covers, but, stretched out on the quilted spread and begged for him to fuck her hard, "like the men in the video." He couldn't have been more surprised when after they had both reached powerful climaxes and rested for a few minutes she said, "want to watch it again?"

"Hey man," Darrel said smiling, "are you still with me? Penny for your thoughts."

"Sorry, Darrel. Just thinking about last night. Carol did talk about what the woman must have been feeling. She never said that was something that she wanted to do, however."

"Of course she didn't say that. It will take time and a plan to bring that out of her, but, I'm sure we can do it, what do you say?"

"Look Darrel. We'll both end up disappointed. I just know. It's not that I'm negative, but, face it, the facts aren't on our side. Carol went to Catholic schools. The nuns did a real number on her. We've been married for more than twenty years and she has never even kissed another man. Now you're talking this nonsense about her fucking thirty black men, one after the other, with just six months to get her ready."

"I'm confident that we can do it, bu, only if you want it done."

"Darrel, all of the projects that we work on here have a reasonable probability of success. I'm afraid this one just doesn't."

"What can it hurt to try?"

Brad knew that was the real question. "So what are your thoughts on this?" He asked, realizing that he sounded like they were talking about a project at work.

Darrel chuckled and said, "look, I know we have a long way to go to make this happen. There are a lot of things that have to be done that don't really concern Carol's willingness, oh like, like finding a place and finding thirty black guys. That won't be easy. I can work on that while you continue to work on Carol. I think you're farther along than you do on that score. We have the holidays coming up so I don't expect we can accomplish much until the first of the year. If everything goes according to plan, we should have everything arranged by March or April."

"Come on Darrel. Your part of all of this sounds pretty easy to me. I don't think you would have any trouble at all finding thirty guys, black or white, who would want to fuck Carol. As for a place, there are motels, swing clubs, someone's home, we can rent a hall, you name it. Can't be a great big challenge if you ask me."

"Oh, I think you're right about that," Darrel quickly agreed. The first time he saw her he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She reminded him of the actress Charlize Theron except with long brown hair rather than short blond hair. "I wasn't saying that I wouldn't help with Carol's big conversion, hell, I'll do anything you want me to do, anything at all, I just don't know what that would be right now. Have to give it some serious thought."

"Darrel, if we go forward with this, I have to be super cautious. While I have these crazy fantasies, I would never do anything to hurt our marriage. I can't tell you how much I love Carol. Without her, life wouldn't be worth living."