MOVIE MAGIC

MOVIE MAGIC [part 1 of 2]
By: The Rake

MOVIE MAGIC

BY

THE RAKE

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CHAPTER ONE

Although married for less than two months, Kate was already ripe for seduction.

Kate loved her husband deeply, having married Andy on her twentieth birthday. It was wholly unsurprising that, as a newly wed woman, she should be unaware of her vulnerability and, predictably, she would have been both outraged and grievously offended had anyone dared to suggest that she was ready to take a lover. Yet the truth, if still hidden from her, was inescapable. Her body was crying out instinctively for fulfilment but, in her innocence, she did not know exactly what it was that was lacking in her life.

Andy was extremely well paid in his post as a corporate financial adviser working with a leading company in the City. She had moved from her home on her parents' remote farm on the edge of Dartmoor to live with her husband in his luxurious flat in the restored docklands of London. The contrast between the slow pace of rural life in Devon and the bustling excitement of one of the world's great cities could hardly have been greater nor could the standard of living have been more different from the modest, sheltered but comfortable life she had led on the family's small working farm.

In many ways the life Kate was now leading in London was exciting and complete. She was happily in love with her husband who had made it clear that he did not want her to go out to work. He had given her a very good standard of living, including a generous dress allowance, her own credit cards and ample money to spend as she wished. With everything she could possibly ask for and wanting for nothing, she had plenty of time to herself for exploring London with its galleries, museums, historical sights and pageantry. She also had ample time for reading, one of her favourite pursuits, and to keep herself fit in the gym and swimming complex attached to the block of flats where they lived.

In so many ways it seemed as though she were enjoying the perfect lifestyle. And yet! And yet!

And yet Kate was aware of a strange sense of unease growing gradually within her. In her troubled mind she guessed that it was probably because she knew so few people in London. With no friends in the city and with her husband at work, she was forced to pass long days on her own and was starting to become aware of a mounting feeling of loneliness. Yet, no matter how much she tried to rationalise her thoughts, the unease not only remained but also seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. It was something she did not understand and seemed unable to control.

In her old life she had been able to spend time with her friends and family or in helping on her father's busy farm while also finding pleasure in watching the wildlife and the ever-changing face of nature in the remote countryside surrounding her home. If it had been a quiet life it had been one that had kept her fully occupied but it could not have been more different from what she was now experiencing in London. Where Devon was quiet and tranquil, London was busy and bustling, lively and exciting, vibrant and active: but it was also anonymous, unfeeling and unfriendly. Everyone seemed to be totally absorbed with themselves with little if any time for anyone else. It meant that, although she was surrounded by so many people, she still felt herself to be a total stranger.

With her husband working long hours they rarely had time to go out together. Despite the attractions of her new and comfortable way of life, she was having to spend long days on her own with no one with whom she could share her experiences and she continued to think that her sense of restlessness was probably no more than a reflection of this.

Loneliness of this nature was a new experience for Kate, one that seemed all the more pointed because she was surrounded by people. It left her feeling increasingly restive. Despite the comfort of her existence with her loving husband, her life seemed somehow to be empty and solitary, bringing in its train a feeling of disquiet that felt as though it were growing almost by the day.

It was a restiveness that seemed suddenly to accelerate ever more rapidly. Although she would have been unable to pinpoint the moment, it became ever more pointed from the Saturday evening that marked the end of the eighth week of their marriage.

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To celebrate their anniversary of two months Kate prepared a special meal which they shared with a bottle of champagne. Afterwards she sat down with her new husband to watch a DVD film he had hired.

They sat together on the large settee in front of the television and, as usual, Andy had his arm around her shoulders as he pressed the start button on the remote controller. Kate had been expecting to watch a new release or perhaps one of the musicals she enjoyed so much but, as she looked at the images coming up on the screen, she realised to her horror that Andy was showing her a pornographic film. Her immediate reaction was one of revulsion and dismay and she was outspoken in voicing her resentment.

Andy was as placatory as he could be, explaining that he could see no harm in watching a film of this nature because of the vicarious thrill it gave but stressed emphatically that this could do nothing to diminish either his respect for Kate or his love for her. He tried to explain that it was no more than a little harmless fun but his words did little to appease her and she continued to protest loudly of her opposition to such material. Despite this, though, her eyes kept being drawn back to the TV screen, partly because it was difficult to ignore the movement and the colours she kept catching out of the corner of her eye and partly, although she was reluctant to admit it, through curiosity.

Kate had firmly expected that anyone who chose to take part in any film such as this would be coarse looking and rather unappealing but, although she kept trying to look away, she was surprised to find that the opposite was the case. Instead of looking worn and jaded, the young woman in the film and the three men who were to become her lovers were not only young but also rather attractive to look at. The woman was pretty with a fine, well-proportioned figure and breasts that were round and full but without being heavy, a slender waist and a rounded and firm bottom along with long and elegantly shaped legs while the men were all young and handsome with muscled, athletic and well-toned bodies.

The discovery took her very much by surprise and she gradually found her protests lessening as, almost against her will, she began to watch the action unfolding on the screen more closely. The plot and story-line were weak and the excuses the actors made to expose themselves to one another, caress each other and indulge in sex together were all but non-existent but, despite these obvious failings, the action was explicit with every last intimate detail being shown on the screen in the most blatant way imaginable.

What also took her by surprise was the sheer pleasure the actors seemed to be finding both from the way they stimulated and touched one another and in their shared acts of sex. It was a pleasure that seemed to Kate's innocent but now interested eyes to be unfeigned and genuine. If the young actress' pleasure also seemed to be far beyond anything she had ever known for herself, she somewhat foolishly put this down to their acting skills even though their performances in the rest of the film had already made it clear that none of them had much in the way of acting ability.

Almost unwillingly her protests became more muted and infrequent as she found herself growing increasingly more involved with and curious about the graphic scenes unfolding before her eyes. Eventually, and much to her surprise, she found herself becoming totally engrossed in the film until, at last and with the seduction and love scenes unfolding before her gaze in vivid detail, she responded to the pressure of Andy's arm about her shoulders and snuggled up against him.

As the woman and her second lover neared a climax with their naked bodies moving together in a tangled skein of arms and legs, Kate felt Andy slip his hand beneath her arm and clasp at her breast. They often sat like this but now, for the first time, she realised that the full flesh of her breasts had developed an inner but pleasing heat along with a tenderness that was entirely new to her. It meant that her husband's caress chimed sweetly with her new-found mood and she now watched the young lovers with rapt attention.

Now the soothing relief coming from the gentle movements of Andy's hand and fingers over her breast and its straining nipple began to bring an exquisite thrill of pleasure in its train. The scene they were watching together with the invigorating feel of her husband's hand fondling her breast made Kate wonder how far her own nipples might be standing out and whether they projected as far and as firmly as those of the young woman in the film.

Watching the scene also made Kate wonder whether she would enjoy the experience of having Andy kiss and suck at them before they made love to one another. It made her question what she might be missing, especially as she could see that her own breasts were every bit as attractive and probably better rounded than those of the young actress Heightening her curiosity even further and making it worse because it was something she had never known for herself, the young couple in the film both seemed to be enjoying the experience so much that it became an essential preliminary to each act of love that the woman entered into with the three men.

Almost immediately her curiosity about having her nipples kissed and licked in this way prompted her to wonder, with a shiver of shame, what it might be like to be the young actress and have three different men making love to her.

It was with these thoughts all teasing at her mind that Kate felt Andy dragging her hand from her lap to his groin. It was the first time he had asked her to do this when they were sitting on the settee but she was only to happy to undo his fly and reach for his manhood. Somewhat to her surprise she found that he was already erect and immediately started to run her fingers over the length of his swollen mast before wrapping her fist about it to move it up and down from its base to the round head of his glans in a slow pumping action.

Almost inevitably she found herself comparing her husband with the men appearing in the film. They were certainly fitter and more athletic-looking than Andy but, for reasons she did not understand, she was pleased to note that, in terms of the size of their erections, his aroused manhood seemed to be of a similar length if somewhat thinner than those she was looking at on the screen. Despite this, however, and staring now with avid attention at the men as each of them had sex with the young actress in turn, she could not fail to note that all of them seemed to have stronger and harder and, indeed, more strident erections than the one she was holding within the fond clasp of her own fist.

Kate was far from sure why she should have wanted to make this comparison but remained gratified that her husband's manhood seemed to compare well with those of the three men. After all, she thought, the actors had been specially selected to display and disport themselves and have public sex with a woman. Despite making allowances for this, however, and without knowing why, she could not conceal a sense of disappointment that each of them seemed to have a manhood that appeared to be more virile and vibrant than Andy's while it was also evident that they seemed to have significantly more stamina and endurance as well.

When, much later, she tried to analyse her reactions she was left feeling profoundly disturbed. She was unable to credit that she had responded with such enthusiasm to the film nor that she had been so ready to make comparisons which she knew could only be unfair to her husband. For the moment, however, her involvement in the film was total. She was now watching it in close detail, learning all the time a little bit more about the act of sex and the pleasure it might give when entered into between experts.

Without knowing it, Kate's hand had started to pump more vigorously over the length of Andy's shaft. Sub-consciously she was matching the rhythm of an actor's movements as he drove his sculpted and strident manhood into again with the same dynamic strength as the young woman responded with supple movements of her tummy and a clutching of her legs tighter about his waist.

It was only when she felt her husband's restraining hand that she eased the pace of her movements. "Careful," he murmured. "We don't want to waste it. I want to save it for you until we're in bed."

Kate immediately recognised that Andy had been about to spend his love juices over her hand. It was an exciting prospect and would have been a new experience for her. She tightened her grip on his rigid rod in the hope that she might feel and see his seed for the first time but hastily eased the squeezing pressure and the pace of her movements as she realised that this might lead to him not being able to make love to her afterwards. The thought of giving herself to him when they went to bed prompted a tremor of eager anticipation but almost immediately she felt a sense of disappointment and frustration as she remembered that this was something that happened between them only once a week.

It seemed to be contrary to everything that was happening in the film where each of the actors seemed to be able to take the young woman several times with the actual act of sex lasting far longer than Kate had ever thought possible. Unwillingly she found herself admiring the men their strength and staying power and envying the pretty young actress the exquisite pleasure she seemed to experience each time a man took her. She gave the very real impression that her pleasure was genuine and undisguised. It seemed to be on a scale that was far beyond anything Kate had known in her own young life but, at the same time, she felt a distinct sense of sadness. She was suddenly and despairingly aware that prolonged love making of this nature was almost certainly something she was destined never to know because, in comparison with the actors she was watching, it seemed that her husband suffered from a shortfall in energy as well as an apparent lack of skill.

It was, she knew, a judgement that was unfair but it was a sadness that remained with her when the film ended only for it to be accentuated even further when they went to bed and made love.

The young couple fell upon one another as soon they had undressed with an eagerness they had never known before. They used their hands to explore and stimulate one another before Andy rolled his body on to hers to penetrate her with a force he had never demonstrated before. Kate responded greedily, matching his every movement with a similar dynamism. It was a new commitment for both of them and brought a new thrill to their lovemaking only for it to end in an early disappointment. With a suddenness that took her by surprise in its speed, she felt him spend his seed deep inside her almost before she had been allowed time to properly savour the joy of their union.

Disappointed that their weekly act of sex was over so quickly, she tried desperately to prolong the moment both by flexing her lower body beneath his before his now soft shaft slipped free of her body and then by using her hand in an almost desperate attempt to arouse him again. To Kate's chagrin, her efforts were unsuccessful and he rolled away from her with a moan of pleasure.

"That was wonderful," he murmured as he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I knew that film would excite us this way. We must do it again next week. It seemed to make us even better together. Thank you, my darling. It was so good." He stifled a yawn before adding, "Good night, Darling. I love you so much. See you tomorrow."

The finality of Andy's words left Kate exasperated and dispirited. She had been hoping for a taste of at least some of the pleasure and excitement experienced by the actress in the film they had been watching. Instead her husband was now lying beside her, already sleeping soundly. The few brief minutes they had shared together had been some of the best sex she had known but now it was over for another week. It left her wondering about what might have been had her husband been able to show some of the same stamina and technique as the young men in the film and, for an unbelievable moment, she again found herself wondering what it would be like were the three young actors to make love to her.

The idea was shocking! Kate was appalled that she should even be able to think in such a way and yet the thought kept returning to her during the long, troubled and largely sleepless night. She tried desperately to set it aside but it refused to leave her for any length of time. Usually she was able to reject it as an outrageous and horrifying piece of nonsense but just occasionally it seemed to have an allure of danger and excitement which seemed almost irresistible and that served only to make her even more restless as she tried desperately but not always successfully to set the whole thought process aside.

By the time she got up the next morning she had managed to bring the tumult of her thoughts under control and was able to cast aside the sheer folly of her thinking as an aberration brought about by her sudden and unexpected exposure to the crude ugliness of the world opened up to her in the film. It meant that she and Andy were able to spend a lazy and happy day together exploring one of London's parks before enjoying a pleasant meal together in a well-known West End restaurant.

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Before her marriage one or two of Kate's friends had suggested that she was making a mistake in marrying a man six years older than her but Andy had been the only boy friend she had ever known and she thought of herself as being as being both blissfully happy and completely committed to her husband. Having thought long and hard about it after the events of Saturday night, she decided that she was still blissfully happy and deeply in love with her husband even though he had revealed a new and unexpected side to his nature in showing her the sex film.

It was a conclusion that brought a sense of peace but, for some reason, the time she had to spend by herself during the following week seemed to drag more slowly than ever. She spent a couple of days shopping and bought a couple of new dresses and lingerie but the rest of the time was spent wandering around London and visiting the National Gallery.

Although she should by now have been used to being on her own, Kate seemed to feel even lonelier than in the past

Kate had known since she had been a young teenager that she was attractive to men. Her appearance, demeanour and style together with her personality, the easy grace of her movements and her striking good looks had made it inevitable that men would ask her out. Her love for Andy had always been such that it had never been difficult to ignore or dismiss these approaches and, although flattered by the attention she received, she had always remained loyal to the man who was to become her husband.

Now, and for the first time since her marriage, she suddenly started to become conscious of the way some men seemed to look at her when she was shopping, when walking along the pavements or when she was on the tube. It was disturbing and yet rather flattering to see the admiration in their glances and she even found herself returning the smiles from some of the more attractive men with a faint and shy one of her own. This was so out of character with Kate's normal pattern of behaviour and yet she found it surprisingly reassuring and not a little comforting to be reminded that she was an attractive woman.

Heartened and not a little excited by the experience, she started to surreptitiously appraise some of the more striking men who caught her eye and by the end of the week was ready to respond to their glances with a challenging expression on her face and, occasionally, a more open smile. The experience was distinctly rewarding and gave her a new-found sense of confidence and self-assurance.

By the time Saturday evening came around and with this new and rapidly developing awareness of herself as a woman, Kate found that she was openly looking forward to seeing another film with her husband.

When they sat down on the settee after their evening meal, it seemed most natural for Kate to settle herself under Andy's embracing arm and almost greedily reached into his trousers to take his manhood within her hand as he clasped and caressed the full flesh of her breast.

This film starred the same young and attractive women who had appeared in the previous recording but this time she was joined by a second, equally attractive woman and no less than seven men. Kate did not recognise the faces of the male actors but watched engrossed as each man had each woman at least once and sometimes more often than that. The plot was as non-existent as before but the action was perhaps even more explicit. The women even indulged in lesbian sex, something Kate at first found repellent but then fascinating, while on several occasions the women had two and one of them three men at the same time. It seemed unbelievable that they should be doing these things and that a woman should be able to take a man in her anus and one in her mouth whilst another one was making love to her at the same time but the pleasure all the women were finding seemed to be genuine and as enthralling as ever.

Aroused and excited by what she was watching, Kate felt a sudden urge to try some of the new things she had seen happening in the two films and leaned forward, moving her face in the direction of her husband's erection that was still held tight within the firm embrace of her hand. Hesitantly she moved her mouth ever closer to his rigid rod and was on the point of pushing her tongue forward to lick at the small bubble of almost clear liquid she could see emerging from the dark slit at the head of his swollen glans when she felt his hands close around her head first to restrain her movement and then to drag her face back and away from him.

"Thank you," he whispered quietly. "But I really don't think that's very nice, do you?"

In reality Kate had been almost desperate to taste for herself the almost transparent bubble, the first slight forerunner of Andy's eventual ejaculation, and then to take him in her mouth to draw his love fluids from him so that she might learn what the feel of him working in her mouth might be like and how his masculine seed might taste as she swallowed it. She knew his question called for an answer but was loath to signify her agreement as this would mean that she would also be denying herself the opportunity to experience the obvious pleasure and delight the young actresses seemed to have found when their lovers had been exploring and caressing their soft, pink chutes of love with their mouths and tongues.

"I don't think it's very nice, really," he repeated. "Thank you but I know you won't like it."

Kate felt compelled to reply and shook her head. "No. I suppose not," she agreed reluctantly.

The film ended shortly afterwards and they hastened to their bedroom where they made love to one another with the same intense urgency of the previous week. But, as in the previous week, the deed was quickly finished and, good though it was, it again left Kate with a little understood but none the less pronounced sense of frustration.

Once again Andy fell asleep almost as soon as he had finished making love to her, leaving Kate wide awake beside him with her mind working in over-drive. She had been enthralled by the feel of his hard manhood penetrating the softly heated core of her sheath of love before withdrawing, sliding free only to re-enter her with an urgent force that was delightful almost beyond belief while the feel of his hot love fluids ejaculating from the head of his glans to be absorbed within her body had been enchanting in its own right. Now, however, Andy lay asleep at her side, seemingly fully satisfied while she was left with a sense of despondency that she could not understand.

Although convinced that there could not possibly be any shortcomings in her commitment to her husband, the man she loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with, it was inevitable that Kate should again find herself comparing her experiences and reactions with those of the two women in the film as they had taken their lovers to their bodies. It was disturbing that they seemed to have found so many different positions when giving themselves to their various lovers. Until now she had always assumed that there could be only one way, with her body lying beneath that of her husband's as they moved together in the timeless rhythm of the act of love before he spent his seed inside her.

This, together with the behaviour and reactions of the actors made her wonder whether there might be some inadequacies in her physical relationship with her husband. She could not help but recall that, in both of the films she had seen, the actors and actresses had all been engaged together in the act of sex for far longer than she had ever known for herself or even thought feasible. Above all else, however, she remembered with vivid clarity the way the two young women had seemed to achieve a sense of joy that was well beyond anything she had ever experienced when with Andy, a joy that had seemed genuine and deep-seated.

Despite this and devoted to her husband as she was, Kate tried to rationalise matters. She persuaded herself that clever and carefully controlled camerawork and expert editing used in conjunction with the acting skills of the participants had all been brought together to inflame the sexual excitement of the films. It was, she reasoned, only the use of these skills that had allowed the films to convey the impression that the various couples had been able to prolong their lovemaking for far longer than she knew could be the norm as well as to accentuate the extent of the pleasure they had found with one another.

It was a thought she tried hard to cling on to but, despite this, she could not escape the very real impression that their pleasure had been genuine. It was a pleasure that seemed to suggest that all she had known for herself was but a pale shadow of the sheer joy that the two young women had been able to find with their different lovers and that their joy had been enhanced by the apparent length of time the men had seemed to take before they had all come to their shared climaxes.

With these thoughts tumbling through her mind and her rational brain in conflict with her instinctive emotions it took a seeming age for Kate to find sleep. When eventually it came it was a restless sleep, disturbed by a series of dreams, a kaleidoscope of images in which she saw herself starring in the films and making love to the various men in a way that seemed to bring her a unique and dazzling pleasure. So vivid was one dream that she woke with a start to find that she was perspiring freely and that her breath was coming in short gasps.

Only half-awake and with the images still vivid and enticing in her mind, she found herself cupping her breast with one hand and driving the other between her thighs. This was something Kate rarely if ever contemplated doing but now the feel of her fingers toying with the tight button of her protruding nipple and her rigid middle finger probing within the soft heat of her moist channel of love seemed to have a new and breathtaking quality unlike anything she had experienced before. It meant that she continued to tease her already heavily aroused body for a long while, savouring the sweet relief that was coming from the movement of her fingers.

The caresses lasted until Andy stirred at her side when her natural caution made her take her eagerly exploring fingers away from her body, leaving her with a sense of loss. It was a sense of loss that was heightened when she again fell asleep only to dream of the two men she had seen in the film taking her in turn, one as she straddled his thighs and rode above him and the other in the conventional missionary position, to reduce her to a trembling, gasping figure spread out before them on a large bed.

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It was late in the morning by the time Kate woke the next morning. She felt tired because of the troubled night she had endured but at the same time knew a sense of peace. It was as though she had subconsciously come to terms with her dreams and accepted them as no more than the imaginary flights of fancy they had been. On the other hand, she remembered all too clearly the pleasure she had found as she had been caressing her breasts and probing the softly yielding flesh of her woman's sheath of love and knew that this was something she would probably have to continue doing if she was to relieve her frustration - although she was not yet ready to use that particular word to describe her physical relationship with her husband.

In fact Kate relieved herself again when she went to bed that night. Her actions were prompted by a return of her dream of the previous night. Although the details were less clear it was more or less the same scene except that this time she was sucking at the rigid shaft of one of the actors to make him come in her mouth while sitting astride the knees of a man whose powerful rod was moving in and out of her body as she raised and lowered herself with eager enthusiasm up and down. Faint moans were coming from the mouths of all three participants and it was at this stage that she came awake. Almost immediately she wrapped her hand around her breast while plunging her fingers far within the soft, succulent depths of her surprisingly moist love chute. She prolonged this self-stimulation until her husband stirred at her side, leaving her disappointed that she had not been able to continue to savour the liquid charges of electricity that were by now soaring powerfully through her body and that seemed to be carrying with them promise of an unknown pleasure yet to come.

Andy returned to work the next day leaving Kate at home feeling subdued and with a sense of restlessness and disquiet that seemed more pointed than she had ever known before. Save for doing some essential household shopping she did not leave the apartment but this served only to accentuate her loneliness and add to her depression.

Realising that she could not let this mood continue, she went out for a full day for the first time on Wednesday. That evening she was to attend a cocktail party being organised by Andy's directors and went to the West End where she visited several dress shops before eventually buying a new and expensive dress for the occasion.

Although she was cheered by her shopping spree she still felt somewhat dispirited despite treating herself to an expensive lunch. The fact that she was surrounded by other people in the restaurant made her even more conscious not only that she was alone but also that she was the only one eating by herself. She smiled somewhat self-consciously at one or two men when they caught her eye while the fact that they had noticed her even though some of them were obviously with their wives or girl friends was reassuring as well as rather flattering. It was, she surmised, a testament to her beauty but the brief attention they paid her served only to highlight her increasing sense of loneliness and add to her restlessness to make her even more aware of her need for attention, an attention that she was now beginning to realise that she could easily attract if she was so minded.

This was a new thought that took Kate by surprise. She had never before imagined that she would want the company of someone other than her husband. There was a spirited sense of daring about it, one that she expressed by returning the smile of one rather attractive man with a bold one of her own and a slight inclination of her head. Almost immediately she regretted her action and hurriedly called for her bill with a determination that she should not again be so foolish or brazen.

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The cocktail party was being held because Andy's company had been holding an annual conference for senior overseas staff. Most of those attending were much older than Kate and Andy which was hardly surprising as he had made exceptional progress in his career. It meant that the event was rather dull and uninteresting but Andy did introduce her to a small group of colleagues of his own age. All of them save one were with their wives or partners. The exception was an old friend of Andy's, a man called Jim who was working in Africa but who had never met Kate until now.

Jim had noticed Kate the moment she had entered the room, not only because she was one of the youngest women there but also because of her striking beauty. The smooth but pale complexion of her pretty face, with its high cheek bones, open and appealing eyes, pert nose and rounded, even generous but not over-full lips together with her delicately shaped chin, was framed by soft waves of pale brown hair fell that fell in elegant tresses to her shoulders. Her body, swathed as it was in a close fitting silk dress, was well proportioned with the ripeness of her breasts showing as twin round domes straining against the tautly drawn and shiny material of her bodice. The cut of her dress also served to accentuate the trim shape of her figure with its slim waist and hour glass shape and, as she strolled about the room talking to some of the guests, the sheen of the silk also gave emphasis to the rounded outlines of the twin cheeks of her undulating and curvaceous bottom. At the same time the smooth sleekness of her dress highlighted the graceful but sculptured length of her thighs to dramatise their tapering form as they narrowed towards the rounded points of her knees which were showing just beneath the hem to leave the contoured outline of her calves showing elegantly above her slender ankles.

Delighted to discover that this beautiful young woman was the wife of his close friend, it was just the excuse he needed to spend more time with her than might otherwise have been wise or justifiable. She was truly a creature of beauty, desirable and with a subdued sensuality that he was finding irresistible. He also knew that Kate had already noticed him. She had become aware of this tall and good looking man with an athletic bearing trying to catch her eye from shortly after her arrival, so much so that she had at one stage smiled back at him briefly before turning away to talk to her husband.

Kate's impression of Jim's physical appearance was reinforced when Andy introduced them. He was slightly taller than her husband but with a much more muscular appearance and she could not help but notice again his handsome appearance. As they shook hands he looked into her eyes with a gentle smile on his face and she was acutely conscious of the squeezing pressure of his fingers around hers along with the caressing movement of his thumb against her palm and, somewhat to her surprise, she let him hold her hand in his for rather longer than was really necessary.

The three of them talked together for a while before Andy drifted away to leave them standing alone while he discussed something with the managing director of the company. Jim was charming and friendly and she could not help but feel flattered as he held her gaze with his own, hanging on to her every word and paying her such close attention that it seemed almost as though there was no one else in the room.

Their conversation ended when Andy rejoined them and Jim saying that he ought to circulate. It left Kate and her husband to meet some of the other guests.

Jim had been charming and attentive, giving her the feeling that she might have been in the company of an old and valued friend. Even though they did not talk again for a while, she was occasionally conscious of her husband's handsome friend looking at her with a warm smile, a smile which she always returned, albeit shyly but with a faint sense of astonishment at her readiness to respond so readily to him.

When her husband asked her about his friend Kate readily confirmed that she liked him. "Yes. He seems very nice," she said, aware that Jim's eyes were on her as she spoke and that she was smiling back at him as she spoke.

Kate's words and actions gave her a sense of daring that was new to her, a sense of daring and excitement that was reinforced as she recognised that she was actively flirting with another man.

The three young people spoke together for a few brief moments at the end of the evening when they agreed to go out for dinner on Friday with some of Andy's colleagues evening to celebrate the end of the conference.

As they said good bye to one another, Kate was once more acutely conscious of Jim's eyes on her and she smiled coyly back at him as he took her hand in hers. For the second time he seemed to hold her hand in his grasp for longer than was necessary and she was once more aware of him squeezing gently at her fingers as his thumb rubbed against the hollow palm of her hand. It was, she knew, a further demonstration of his flirting with her but this time it seemed more daring and even more flattering. Almost instinctively she found herself returning the regular pattern of his squeezing action with a sudden tightening of her own fingers about his.

It was an action that Kate immediately recognised as a mistake. Colouring prettily in embarrassment and guilt she withdrew her hand from his with a jerk, leaving both of them grateful that no one else seemed to have noticed the abruptness of her movement.

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The experience left Kate feeling confused although for some reason she did not confide in her husband. Unfortunately, the next day marked a return of the restless unease she had known earlier in the week and this remained with her overnight until well into the next morning.

It had been agreed that she and Andy would host a small drinks party after the meal and it was as she busied herself preparing for this that she remembered the way she had responded to the attention she had been receiving from Jim. A faint shiver of pleasure ran unexpectedly through her body as she recalled the way he had looked at her during the cocktail party and the blatant manner in which his eyes had roved over her body when she had several times seen him staring at her across the room. His flirtatious approach had been uniquely flattering while the memory of how she had tightened her fingers around his when he had been holding her hand within the squeezing clasp of his now seemed to have been an act of both daring and excitement.

Taken all together it meant that suddenly Kate found herself looking forward to meeting Jim again to continue what she regarded as no more than a mild and innocent but pleasing flirtation.

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As two of the couples had family commitments they could not break free from, only nine people turned up at the restaurant and, being such a small group, they were all able to share a single table.

Unfortunately the evening proved to be rather boring with several of the group being somewhat staid in their behaviour and outlook. The fact that the women were all strangers to one another did not help matters and, although Kate tried to keep the conversation going with those near her, it proved to be hard work. At times it was a relief to catch Jim glancing in her direction with what was an obvious smile of sympathy on his face, a smile that she returned without making it obvious to anyone else sitting at the table: it was also pleasing to find that he and she seemed to be on the same wavelength and that his smiles could be seen as a continuation of the flirting she had known when they had met previously.

When the meal was over the group hailed a couple of taxis and returned to Kate and Andy's apartment. Jim had been keen to get to know Kate better and had been disappointed not to have been able to sit closer to her in the restaurant, especially as it had been such a boring evening. Now he felt a sense of annoyance at having to share his cab with two other couples but at least found some solace from the fact that she seemed to have been so ready to return his smiles.

Jim's taxi arrived at the converted warehouse first and they waited for a few moments for Andy to arrive to open the security door. Walking to the lift Jim managed to position himself next to Kate. They were the first to enter the lift and stood together at the back. The space was cramped as the cabin was at its capacity with nine passengers and, although they had closed the doors, Andy suddenly remembered that he had a parcel to collect from the resident caretaker of the block of flats.

The group waited in the lift for Andy to return and Kate suddenly became conscious of Jim's hand brushing lightly against hers as it hung at her side. Startled she pulled it away before slowly restoring it to the same position. To her relief, and she had to admit, her disappointment, his hand was no longer there but her relief and disappointment was short-lived. Within a brief moment his hand had returned but this time he wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing them tightly before relaxing the pressure only to repeat the clutching embrace almost straight away.

To her surprise Kate felt a strange thrill of excitement born partly from feeling flattered to know that Jim was still attracted to her and partly from the fact that it was a gesture made secretly between the two of them whilst in the company of their friends. As a result, she let him hold his hand for a long moment before slowly withdrawing hers from his grip. Although he was reluctant to release his hold and clutched tightly at her hand, she slowly managed to extract it, squeezing lightly at his as she completed her escape.

The group talked quietly between themselves while they waited for Andy to return. Spotting him walking towards the lift with a small parcel in his hands Kate wondered whether the package might contain another selection of the erotic DVD's they now seemed to be watching together every Saturday night. The prospect at looking at more of these films was exciting and, without knowing why, she found herself lowering her hand to her side again to rest it timidly against Jim's wrist. Quick to react, he immediately took her hand in his once more but this time felt a sense of delight when she responded by moving her fingers so that they became entwined with his. Now, without thought, she found herself beginning to match his movements, squeezing his fingers with hers as she gently met the changing pressure he was exerting with his own fingers.

Kate felt an almost breathless sense of daring to be doing anything as bold as this. It was so very much out of her normal character but it was strangely exciting to be holding another man's hand in this private and intimate manner. It made her acutely conscious of her femininity and was flattering in a way that made her aware of her desirability as a woman. With a growing sense of excitement she increased the pressure of her fingers around his. The sense of danger in sharing an exchange of this nature with a man who was not her husband was enticing in its own right but the fact that this was happening when she and Jim were in the company of others and standing only a couple of feet from her husband seemed to enhance her sense of boldness.

It was with a sense of shared disappointment that they felt the lift come to a halt as it reached her floor. Reluctantly they drew their hands apart and Jim stood back to let Kate out.

As Kate walked ahead of him to the door of her flat, Jim looked with delight at her back and could not help but be impressed by her elegant figure with its enticing hour glass shape. The graceful span of her shoulders was separated from the alluring spread of her hips by the slenderness of her trim waist. Her expensively tailored and closely fitting dress seemed to be moulded to the twin orbs of her bottom and undulated provocatively before his eyes, their contours changing with every step she took, while the hem of her panties was etched clearly into the tight material to show as arching curves that bowed and rolled deliciously with every movement of the two firm muscles. The taut stretch of the silken material seemed to accentuate the dividing line between each rounded cheek to show as a shadowed area widening at its base to accentuate even further their stylish and beautiful form.

It was a line of pure enchantment that seemed to form one spike of a shimmering six pointed star as it met with the outlines made by the two curving and rolling hems of her panty line. The arced creases at the base of each of the twin cheeks of her bottom where they joined with the head of her tapering thighs formed two more points of the star while the moving line between her upper legs completed the stellar beauty of the image.

To Jim it was a picture of pure sensuality with the six points of the star radiating from its nucleus, a magical centre point consisting of a dark, circular hollow where the plump muscles at the head of her inner thigh curved slightly away from one another before returning inwards to meet again at the base of her torso to mark the vital fulcrum of her womanhood. It was a vision of sheer beauty and total femininity, one that left Jim breathless with admiration and lost in a covetous agony of desire. He had wanted this lovely woman from the moment he had first set eyes on her and now he was certain that, somehow, he had to have her.

Although totally oblivious of the impact she had made, Kate's mind was full of wonder at the daring she had shown in the lift. Her wonder was heightened by a real feeling of excitement. It was a newfound thrill born of the way she had been made aware of the strength of her beauty and womanhood. To know that another man was attracted to her and that she had responded to him was a richly exhilarating discovery, one that brought with it a sense of power and a feeling of intense gratification and it was with these thoughts in her mind that she helped her husband to hand out the drinks to their guests.

Jim tried to find opportunities to speak to Kate as often as he could as the evening wore on but it was difficult as she was busy serving drinks and speaking to the other guests for much of the time. It was as the evening was nearing its end that a number of people asked for a cup of coffee and, seeing that Andy was busy at the drinks cabinet, Jim offered to help Kate. A little to his surprise she accepted his offer.

Following her as she led the way to the kitchen gave him another opportunity to gaze with admiration and awe at the radiant star that beamed from the essential fulcrum of her woman's body. Its constantly changing form was an image of sheer joy that conveyed a sensual promise, albeit a promise that Kate was probably wholly unaware of.

They busied themselves in the kitchen, talking amiably and easily to one another. At one point Kate had to reach up to a high cupboard for some cups and saucers. It was an action that drew the material of her dress tight about her breasts to outline their glorious, thrusting shape and to bring a stifled murmur of appreciation to Jim's mouth.

"Here. Let me help," he said as he stepped forward to stand close behind her.

Reaching into the high cupboard, he rested one hand on her hip and left it there as he brought the crockery down piece by piece. He had expected Kate to object or step away but she had remained unmoving in the same place. It was not that she did not want to move but for some reason she found he body frozen into immobility and having difficulty in breathing.

It was an exciting moment for both of them and Kate remained unable to move as she felt him slowly slip his hand from her hip and sidle it around her waist to draw her unresisting body back against his. Now, half held in his arms, he placed the last item on the worktop and gently bent his head forward to rest his mouth lightly against her ear.

"You are so very lovely," Jim whispered, breathing a faint zephyr of warm air into Kate's ear to send a faint tremble of excitement through her body.

It was a long moment before Kate came to her senses but, suddenly realising how dangerously foolish she was being, she dragged his hand from her waist and stepped away from him.

"Stop it," she said, her voice hoarse and breathless. "You mustn't say things like that to me. It's not right."

Jim smiled at her. "Sshh!" he responded. "Relax. I won't bite. And I do mean it. You are a very beautiful woman."

Kate coloured brightly but could not help noticing Jim's even teeth and handsome appearance. His words were flattering and her pleasure was so great that she found that she was returning his smile with a shy one of her own.

"Thank you," she murmured before turning away in embarrassment to make the coffee.

Once the coffee pot was full Jim carried the tray of cups into the living room and helped her to pass the coffee round to the other guests although he resisted the temptation to follow her back into the kitchen when she went to fetch some more milk. Wisely he had decided to let her have a few moments to herself to give her time to come to terms with what had happened. He did however catch her eye when she returned and was pleased to find that, although she did not return his smile, she did not avert her gaze from his.

As the evening drew to its end the guests began to drift away Jim made sure that he was the last to leave. He helped Kate and Andy clear the tables and stack the empty cups and saucers in the washing machine before reluctantly making his way to the door. Andy held it open for him but had to return to the living room to read a text message that had just come in on his mobile.

It was the moment Jim had been waiting for. All the other guests had kissed Kate on the cheek as they had been leaving and she did not turn away from him as he placed his hand on her hip and touched his lips against her cheek.

"I meant it," he whispered. "You are so very beautiful. I wish I could see you again."

As he spoke he deliberately slipped his hand up the side of her rib cage until the ball of his hand rested against the side of her breast. The flesh felt full and firm beneath a softly yielding outer layer and he pressed his hand against it to savour its sumptuous form.

Kate gasped out loud. A surge of liquid electricity seemed to radiate from his hand to soak through her breast and then surge through her whole body with an intensity she had never known before. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, making it impossible for her to swallow while the sweetness of the pleasure she was feeling was so far beyond anything she had ever known before that she was unable to speak.

It was a moment that seemed to be frozen in time. Jim's lips were still caressing her cheek and the repeating pressure of his hand against the side face of her breast continued to send a thrill of almost unreal pleasure through her body. If the changing weight of his hand had left any doubt about it being anything other than an accidental caress, that last lingering doubt was finally removed by the words he now whispered.

"Lovely," he murmured. "God! So Lovely."

The words, a genuine and flattering but dangerous complement, carried there own thrill and Kate remained frozen as though paralysed. Jim wondered if he had the courage to slip his hand round further to clasp the thrust of her breast fully within the palm of his hand but his opportunity was lost as they both heard her husband returning. With a sudden movement she broke free from his clasp and, conscious of how unsteady her legs were feeling, she joined Andy in bidding him farewell.

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Kate and Andy completed tidying the room but Kate was quiet and subdued and responded to her husband's comments in monosyllables only. Her mind was overwhelmed by what had happened and it was as though a fierce fire was raging deep within her body. That she had felt another man's hand on her breast was almost unbelievable but what had been even more extraordinary had been the sumptuous pleasure she had discovered. She could never have expected that but she could not escape from the fact that it had been exciting almost beyond words. Even now she thought she could still feel a faint after-glow of that same sweet pleasure smouldering within the flesh of her breast, making it difficult for her to concentrate on what she was trying to do or on what her husband was saying.

By the time they went to bed she was feeling a touch of remorse and was desperate to make love to Andy, partly to reaffirm her love for him but more to ease the heat of desire that was simmering within her body. To her chagrin he told her that he was tired and that he would rather wait until he returned from his week-end away when they would be able to watch another film he had bought. He said that this would make their sex that much better and, rolling over, quickly fell into a deep sleep at her side.

Kate felt both disappointed and deeply troubled. The intensity of her desire to have Andy make love to her had been greater than she had ever known before but he had refused her. It seemed like a sleight and one that she did not think she deserved whilst his comment about it being better were they to watch an erotic film first seemed extremely strange. It left her not only with a sense of rejection but also with an uneasy feeling about the strength of her physical attraction to him. Why else, she asked herself, would he want to watch other people having sex before he made love to her and this led her to question whether he might find the young actresses in the films more appealing and attractive when set against her own charms and desirability.

The thought brought a tear to Kate's eye. She loved her husband dearly and had wanted to give herself to him as a token of her commitment to him but he had made her feel unwanted. It seemed somehow so unfair, and the more so in view of her pressing needs. Wondering about her husband's behaviour made her recall the way Jim had made his feelings for her so crystal clear. It was reassuring as well as marvellously flattering to know that he found her attractive and, almost inevitably, she remembered again the thrill she had felt as his hand had been pressing against her breast.

Almost without thought she brought her own hand up to her breast to squeeze at its flesh while her fingers moved to toy with her nipple, making it firm and protrude with an ache that, although delightful in its own right, was still far short of the exquisite pleasure she had known when Jim had touched her. At the same time she lowered her other hand between her thighs and thrust two of her fingers deep within the hot and surprisingly sodden sheath of her woman's love. Now she began to work both hands vigorously until she felt her breathing starting to shorten as a wondrously exciting glow of delight grew within her being. Her nipples felt unbelievably sensitive and the smouldering flame in her abdomen seemed to be carrying a promise of new joy - it was as though she were on the threshold of something new and exciting and she increased the vigour of her movements as she struggled to reach the fresh horizon that seemed to be opening up to her.

The promise was short-lived. She felt Andy stir and roll over on his side to face her. Reluctantly she removed her hands from her hungering body and, turning over, tried to find sleep for herself. In her troubled state it took a long time. When eventually she fell into a restless slumber it was for her sleep to be disturbed by a confused kaleidoscope of dreams. The images flitted through her unconscious mind in a chaotic sequence. Pictures of Andy and then of Jim came to her in turn to be followed by a re-run of some of the scenes she had seen in the two films she had watched. These images featured the handsome young actors but, as before, she occasionally saw herself playing the role of one of the young actresses with the faces of her lovers changing from one to the other of the actors in the film only for these to be replaced, first, by that of her husband and then, unbelievably, for his face to morph into Jim's.

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After her troubled night Kate woke tired and with the restless unease she had known before again very much to the forefront of her mind. Andy was to attend a school reunion and left soon after breakfast as he was to play a round of gold with his old schoolmates before the evening ceremonies and another the next day before returning sometime late in the evening.

It was the first time they had been apart since their wedding and the fact that it was a weekend, a time when they would normally expect to spend the whole of their time together, left Kate feeling lonely and depressed.

At a loss to know what to do with herself, she eventually decided to have a long bath. Putting a generous amount of scented salts in the bath she lay back in the warm water, luxuriating in its gentle heat and occasionally topping up the level when it started to cool down. Very slowly she felt herself relaxing but, as she did so, the memories of her dreams of the night before came to mind, teasing her with their provocative and exciting imagery. At the same time, she could not help but remember the incredible thrill she had experienced when Jim had so boldly pressed his hand against her breast.

The thoughts and memories were almost breathtakingly exhilarating but, knowing that she had to set them aside, Kate climbed from the bath to towel herself down and return to her bedroom. She put on a thick towelling robe and sat before the mirror to brush vigorously at her hair in an attempt to bring her thought processes back to some sort of normality. Managing at last to suppress them, in large part at least, she restlessly made her way into the living room.

Still at a loss to know how to spend the day she wondered aimlessly around the room, moving and tidying various small items as she went. As she did so she came across Andy's briefcase where he had left it the night before. She placed it by his desk in the study and, about to leave the room, suddenly wondered if this was where he kept his DVD films. She hesitated a moment, questioning whether she should intrude into his private papers, but her curiosity eventually prevailed and, opening the briefcase found that it held three discs, including a film she had not seen and which she guessed he wanted to watch with her when he returned on Sunday evening, along with three glossy and highly coloured magazines.

Now unable to prevent herself, she returned to the living room and installed the new disc into the player before sitting down in front of the television to browse through the magazines. She saw immediately that they were fully illustrated with explicit pornographic images and with a dry mouth started to turn over the pages, pausing frequently as she spotted a picture that caught her attention.

Almost unthinkingly she loosened her robe to expose the full length of her body as she clutched her left hand to her breast. She was surprised by how sensitive the flesh felt but thrilled to the relief her massaging hand and fingers were bringing. Looking more closely at the pictures, she started to speculate what it might be like to have sex in some of the different positions shown and then, more daringly, to wonder how it might feel were she to take the solid length and thickness of their heftily swollen rods of the different men within her body.

By now fully aroused she rested the magazine on her lap and placed the fingers of her other hand within the soft embrace of her moistly heated chute. As she did so she realised that her eyes were concentrated on one man, a tall and muscular man whose impressive manhood featured prominently in a number of sequences with different women. The close up detail of his solid and powerful rod whether standing alone or when inserted to different depths within the pink and secret folds of a woman's body was enticing in the extreme.

Kate examined the images closely for a long moment but, realising that she was beginning to fantasize about having sex with one particular man, rapidly withdrew her fingers from her body to turn the pages over.

The last sequence featured a young woman using a dildo to toy with herself. Entranced, Kate looked closely at the photographs of her positioning the long, thick piece of plastic at different depths between the glistening lips of her womanhood. She had never known that such things existed but knew immediately that she would have to buy one. Turning over the pages of the last magazine she soon came upon a number of illustrated adverts for an astonishing variety of vibrators. She quickly eliminated the highly coloured ones from her imagined list and narrowed her choice down to a selection that were white, ivory or black in colour as these seemed to be the most realistic in shape and contouring. Even so, she was surprised by the differences in build and size as well as by their length and thickness and the way they were so realistically veined and contoured.

Noting the web address from which they could be bought and by now completely fascinated with the idea of using one on and in her own body, Kate put the magazines down and, half thinking that a black one might be both amusing and not a little daring, used the remote controller to start the film running on the television.

The film opened with an explicit scene of the same lovely young woman who had starred in the other films having sex with the man whose physique and manhood she had just been admiring in the magazine. The coincidence was unexpected but strangely pleasing and, with her fingers again returning to the sanctity of her inner body, she started to watch the film more closely.

The film had been running for less than five minutes when she heard a prolonged buzzing of her door alarm. At first she tried to ignore it but the call was repeated with the same insistent demand that she could no longer ignore. With a sigh of annoyance, she switched the recording off and, leaving her robe hanging wide open, made her way to the small security monitor through which she would be able to see who was calling.

To her surprise the small screen showed Jim standing in the foyer. Seeing that he was about to press the buzzer again, she switched on the intercom and spoke.

"Hello. I didn't expect to see you again. I thought you were going back to Africa today."

Jim turned his face up to the camera, smiling up at her. "No. I don't go back until Thursday so I thought I could take you both out for lunch, if that's all right with you."

Kate was fairly certain that he had been in the same group as Andy when he had been talking about his week end reunion.

"No. I'm sorry. Andy's away for the weekend. I'm on my own."

Jim was fully aware of this but had decided to take the opportunity to try to spend some time alone with Kate in the hope that he might bed his friend's beauti