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   A Wife in Venice California - Part One

   Written by AnnabelleandJay

   1 As the huge door of the moving van slammed closed, the sound of the
empty truck boomed through the wealthy suburban neighborhood in Venice
California.  Randy Watson smiled in contentment at the fact that all of
their household belongings had arrived safely.  The move into their new
house was now complete.  He had decided to take the huge step and make the
move from their Midwest home and start up a new business in California. 
His wife, Suzanne, had reluctantly gone along with his choice.

   "It's where the business is, babe" he told her, as she tried to explain
to him the huge costs of moving, housing and living in coastal California.
During their seven years of marriage, Suzanne had always been the
pragmatist, the voice of reason between the two of them.  And her reason
and restraint had served Randy well in life and in business.  Suzanne had
helped his small electronics business grow and prosper.  She had always
been there to throw parties for the prospective clients and single-handedly
she created the company's entire client base.  So Randy could understand
why she got upset when he had decided to sell everything and relocate to
California without even asking her.  But he couldn't understand why she
went so crazy when he told her about the house he'd just purchased.  Never
mind that he hadn't consulted her about it, never mind that he hadn't taken
her around to look at homes and let her be a part of the decision.  What
she really went crazy about was the price of the house he'd chosen.

   Randy had used all of the monies from the sale of the business, the sale
of their previous house and the sale of Suzanne's car to put down on this
house.  But as the moving van pulled away, Randy knew it was the right
decision.  If he was going to do business with the kind of clients he
wanted to attract, he had to be able to entertain in style.  And this house
would allow him to do it.  It was a white stucco palace, a mix of old
Mexican tiles and arches and a touch of contemporary California.  The pool,
spa, and spacious flagstone desk was just what he needed to seal those big
deals which would soon come rolling his way.

   Randy could feel his heart racing from the excitement of what lay ahead.
Next week, he decided, he would visit the banks, secure several business
loans and would soon be wealthy and successful.  He had every confidence
that he would make it happen.  And he would certainly scope out the local
gyms and see which one he should join.

   "How about a little run," he thought to himself.  Well, why not, he
thought.  He could do with a good run right now.  At thirty, Randy was in
great shape.  He enjoyed the demands he put on his body in a great run or
in the weight room.  He thrilled at the rush of pushing his body to the
edge, and enjoyed being well toned and in great shape.  He took pride in
his appearance and rarely missed his daily workout, to the point that
Suzanne called him compulsive about it.  But Randy knew that she really
loved being married to an attractive hunk, even though she would never
admit it.  He knew how women felt about him.  They had always fallen all
over themselves to be with him.  And his wife Suzanne was no exception.

   His frequent indiscretions, including one with a former secretary,
Denise, were behind him now.  His cheating with Denise had gone on for the
last three years.  Suzanne didn't know about it, or any of his other
affairs, for that matter.  She certainly had no reason to even suspect.  He
felt rather smug about his skills of cheating on Suzanne.  But he did make
one mistake.  His biggest mistake was in telling Denise about all of his
other indiscretions.  She was the only one who knew about all of the
cheating he had done.

   So, in many respects, the move allowed him to start afresh.  Denise had
turned into a big problem.  She had once threatened to tell Suzanne about
his cheating and ruined him.  Sure Denise had a great body and big tits,
with those great tall blonde Nordic features.  She had a gorgeous face, and
best of all, she looked a little cheap, a little sluttish.  That's what had
really turned Randy on about her.  It was her cheapness.  But all of that
was past and over now.  He was living the California lifestyle in a
beautiful home, with a loving wife, and soon his business would be up and
humming again.  He hustled into the house, found some running shorts and
took off for a brisk jog through the wealthy neighborhood streets.

   2 Suzanne Watson fumed as she rummaged through the packing boxes in the
bedroom and sorted her clothes into the empty dresser drawers.  Randy had
gone running when he should have been here helping her unpack.  There was
so much to do that she didn't even know where to start.  So she just began
pulling boxes open and sorting out her own clothes.  Randy could live out
of boxes until he pitched in and helped, she thought to herself.

   Suzanne was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of tattered cutoffs, as
she plowed through the mess, her long brown hair fixed in two pigtails to
keep it out of her face.  At thirty, she felt that she was attractive
enough, but she knew that she certainly didn't see herself as beautiful. 
Randy was the beautiful one of the two of them, she had often said to
herself.  There was no debating that.  She was just content to be in the
background and keep everything together.

   While she felt she had a good body, it certainly didn't compare in
sexual appeal to the rippled, sculpted physique of her husband.  In a way,
Suzanne felt both proud and lucky to be married to such an attractive man.
A couple of years ago she had jumped into the gym scene, toned her body and
converted herself to a "real knockout," as one of the men at the company
had called her.  She knew she had great legs, pretty good boobs and an
attractive face, but Randy didn't appear to be thrilled by the new her.  If
anything, she thought, he actually had become jealous that others were
talking about how attractive she was.  The complements were not always
about him and his tanned and ripped body.  So she gave it up, stuck her
aerobics and yoga, and felt pretty good about the shape she was in.  She
would go out jogging with Randy, but he always tried to turn it into a
competition, so she just ran alone these days.

   Their sex life was just as erratic.  Randy had been particularly
inattentive in the last three years, but she knew that his mind was on the
new business and on keeping himself in shape.  But as she unpacked, Suzanne
felt more that a little uneasy with the giant leap that they had just made.
Would he neglect her even more now that they were starting up a new
business again?

   She couldn't help but feel that Randy had, for the first time, really
bitten off far more than he could chew with this move.  And that she would
be the one to suffer.  She really loved Randy, but sometimes he was like a
child, shirking his responsibilities and going off to do whatever felt good
to him at the time.  Like selling the business and moving out here with
little thought and absolutely no consideration of her feelings.  Or
something impulsive and childish like buying this huge house - a house they
couldn't afford in their wildest dreams.  He swore to her that he could get
the business started up out here.  He had, after all, done it before, but
with a lot of help from her.  But now he went out and bought this huge
house, just when she wanted to start a family and create some stability in
their lives.  It was just beyond belief.  And what was he doing now?  Off
running his energy out somewhere, when it would be best spent here with her
and the unpacking.

   Suzanne jumped when a loud voice behind her startled her, catching her
totally off guard.

   "Honey, come here!  I want you to meet some great folks I just bumped
into while I was running.  They're our neighbors," Randy said loudly, as he
gasped to catch his breath, shirtless and sweating from his run.

   "Oh, great!" Suzanne thought angrily.  "I look like shit and he's
introducing me to the neighbors."

   "Sweetie, I want you to meet Arlene and Phil," Randy said.

   Suzanne stepped through the packing debris and over to meet the couple
just walking through the bedroom door.

   "Sorry about the mess," Suzanne said, apologizing and offering her hand
first to Arlene and then to Phil.  "I'm Suzanne."

   "We didn't mean to interrupt.  We know what a pain in the ass unpacking
can be," Arlene said smiling.  "Listen, we really don't want to intrude,
but why don't you knock off for the night, and come over to our place. 
We'll throw a little something on the grill.  You certainly don't want to
cook tonight.  Besides, let us welcome you to the neighborhood.  We'll
break out a little champagne and celebrate your moving in."

   "You've got a deal.  Just let us shower and we'll be right over,"
Suzanne said smiling, so relieved that their neighbors were about their
same age, and thank God, normal.

   In fact, they were downright attractive, Suzanne thought.  Arlene was
certainly a looker, Suzanne said to herself, as she looked over at her
neighbor.  About the same height and weight as Suzanne, 5 foot seven and
120 pounds, Arlene was a striking red head with a short bob cut.  Suzanne
guessed that Arlene was a little bustier than she was, but couldn't be
sure. It could just have been the little dress Arlene was wearing.  But
there was no doubt that Phil was a very attractive guy with bright, dark
eyes and dark hair.  And they couldn't have been any older than she and
Randy.  So it was a happy Suzanne that shouted after their retreating
neighbors, "Just give us 30 minutes!"

   After a quick shower, Suzanne threw on a little knit dress and since she
couldn't find a bra that went with the open back of the dress, decided to
go braless.  What the hell, she thought, they're just our neighbors and my
boobs are okay, as she pulled on the stretchy knit fabric over her head.

   "Damn, we don't even have a mirror," she said aloud.

   Sticking his head around the corner, Randy said, "Baby, you're
beautiful. Now let's go!"

   Within minutes they were sitting by the neighbor's pool, a glass of
champagne in hand, toasting their arrival.  Soon, the grill was blazing and
a second bottle of champagne was opened.

   Suzanne and Arlene were now laughing and chatting and the more she
talked the more Suzanne realized that Arlene would prove a good friend as
she and Randy tried to start a new life out her.  And she had been right on
with her guess that Arlene was "stacked" as Randy would say.  Suzanne was a
solid B cup, good and firm, she felt, but still a B cup.  Arlene, on the
other hand, was at least a C or perhaps a D cup.  Suzanne had no doubts, as
Arlene stood next to her in a low cut top and short skirt.  No, there was
no doubt about it, Suzanne thought, Arlene was beautiful.

   And Arlene's attributes certainly didn't go unnoticed by Randy.  Every
time she looked at her husband, Suzanne would catch him staring at Arlene's
cleavage, or gawking at her legs.  At one point, upon returning from the
kitchen, she even noticed Randy with his hand on Arlene's tight ass.  Phil
hadn't noticed and it was not a big deal, so Suzanne just let it go.  No
point starting a war with the new neighbors just because Randy was a little
drunk and being a jerk.

   Later on that night, the lights on the pool deck glistened as Suzanne
and Arlene carried dirty dishes into the kitchen.

   "Listen," Suzanne said, "I noticed that Randy was getting familiar with
his hands.  I'd just like to apologize.  He gets a little full of himself
sometimes."

   "Don't worry about it," Arlene said, and kissed Suzanne lightly on the
lips.  "Besides, you're in California now.  Everything's a little different
out here."

   They both laughed and walked back out to the pool, where the two men
were standing by the hot tub, as the spa jets started up.

   "Suzanne, your hot tub needs to be cleaned and filled, so I've offered
you and Randy the use of ours until yours is ready.  Anytime, just come
over and jump in." Phil said.

   "Thanks," Suzanne said, "I couldn't think of anything nicer right now
than a good soak after a day of unpacking.  But I couldn't find a bathing
suit if my life depended on it."

   "That's certainly not a problem," Arlene offered.  "I'll lend you one of
mine, if you want."

   "Er..." Suzanne paused.  "The bottoms will work, but there's no way I
can wear your top."

   "Oh, horseshit," Arlene laughed.  "You're pretty close to me.  I'll show
you."

   With that, Arlene pulled the snug top over her head and in one swift
motion, reached behind and unclasped her bra.  She stood next to Suzanne,
her naked breasts shining white, illuminated by the moving prisms of the
hot tub bubbles.  She turned to Suzanne with an inviting look on her face.

   "Well?" Arlene said.

   "Honey, I don't think that's what they mean when they talk about a
neighborhood welcoming committee," Phil said.

   The four of them erupted in laughter and Suzanne said, "Well, you showed
me yours, I guess I've gotta show you mine."

   That said, Suzanne peeled her dress over her head, before she had even
realized that she was only in her underwear.  When she realized what she
had done, Suzanne lifted her dress and held it in front of her hips.

   "See, I'm only a little bigger, but your have a great shape," Arlene
said, walking over and pressing her breasts against Suzanne's.  "And don't
worry about the bathing suit.  We never wear them in the spa.  The bleach
just ruins them." Smiling, Arlene unzipped her short skirt and tugged the
tight fabric down around her hips until it lay limp on the deck.  In
another swift motion, she hooked her flimsy panties with her thumbs and in
another instant, stood naked next to Suzanne.  She reached over and took
the dress that was serving as a protective shield from Suzanne's hand and
tossed it aside.

   "All right!" hooted Randy, with a lecherous laugh that echoed across the
deck.  He began stripping off his clothes, followed by Phil.  Soon, Suzanne
was the only one out of the spa and with any clothes remaining on.

   "Oh, what the hell, we're in California now," she said, smiling at
Arlene.  She peeled off her panties and slipped into the hot tub, settling
in next to Randy.  As she sat in the soothing waters, she could feel the
strains and the kinks of the day melt away.  She closed her eyes and
relaxed as the group chatted away.  Soon the talk had died away and Suzanne
opened her eyes to see that Phil and Arlene were getting pretty amorous on
the other side of the spa.  Phil was rubbing Arlene's full breasts as they
kissed, and Suzanne could tell that below the bubbling surface of the
water, Arlene's hand was hard at work on Phil's cock.  She and Randy looked
at each other in silence and turned back to watch the show.

   Arlene stood up and Suzanne could see Arlene's, large hard nipples
responding to the cool night air, the water dripping from her tanned body.
Suzanne wasn't sure if it was envy over Arlene's beauty or lust causing a
lump in her throat.  Arlene smiled back at her as if reading her thoughts
and sat down on the edge of the spa, her round ass cheeks perched on the
edge of the spa, her feet dangling in the churning water.  She lay back and
spread her legs wide.  Suzanne could see clearly into Arlene's open sex,
noting that the woman was shaved bald between her legs.  Her swollen
vaginal lips had parted and were open, as if in invitation.  Based on what
she could see, Suzanne was oddly thinking to herself that Arlene's vaginal
slit was a rather generous one and when Phil stood up she could see why. 
Clearly Arlene did not suffer from a lack of steady marital attention.  He
had a sturdy eight-inch cock that wagged about in the cool night air as
Phil leaned over and pressed his mouth onto Arlene's spread opening. 
Suzanne started to stand and announce their leaving, but Randy grabbed her
arm, gesturing for her to remain seated and watch the show the neighbors
were putting on.

   Phil worked his tongue around into Arlene's slit and soon she was
shaking and moaning on the deck surface.  Phil straightened and in a swift
lunge, drove his erect cock deep into Arlene's hot opening.

   "Ahhhh," both Arlene and Suzanne simultaneously gasped, one in pleasure,
the other in empathy.

   Suzanne watched in awe as she saw Phil's hard member push aside the
tender folds of Arlene's vaginal lips and disappear into the moist gash. 
Suzanne had never seen another couple have sex before.  Oh, sure, she seen
the occasional soft-core video, but here it was, live, five feet from her
face.  She could see Arlene gently lift her hips on each downward thrust to
allow deeper penetration.

   "Do it, baby, fuck my hot cunt.  Yes, fuck me!" Suzanne heard Arlene
moan.

   Suzanne continued to watch in rapt attention as Phil pounded away,
thrusting his glistening cock between his wife's legs and into her dripping
cleft.  Suzanne felt like she was going to die from embarrassment, yet at
the same time couldn't take her eyes away from the fucking couple.  She was
struck by the uninhibited passion of the pair.  There was a dazzling beauty
to the erotic vision, the flashing lights and the steaming water.  Suzanne
had never thought of herself as a voyeur, but this had to be the sexiest
thing she had ever witnessed.

   Soon, both Arlene and Phil let out a pleasurable moan and Suzanne could
tell by Phil's body twitching, his clenched ass cheeks and erratic jerks
that he had just pumped the juices of his orgasm into Arlene's cunt.  The
red head had obviously also had one terrific orgasm, as she now lay limp on
the deck, her husband pulling his semi-erect cock out of her pink folds.  A
long, spidery strand of cum clung from the head of his cock.  Smiling, Phil
slipped back into the spa.

   "Damn, she's hot," Phil said, with a satisfied sigh.  "Oh, say, listen,
I'm sorry," Phil said, picking up on Suzanne's embarrassment.  "We didn't
mean to embarrass you.  It's just that sometimes Arlene and I get started
and don't even think about stopping.  And most of our friends here are so
jaded, that this is pretty tame stuff."

   "Oh, don't think a thing about it, we're into a lot of wild stuff" Randy
lied, taking Suzanne by the hand and rising from the hot liquid of the tub.

   "Well, I see someone wasn't too embarrassed by it," Arlene said smiling,
now sitting up on the edge of the spa.  She was looking at Randy's stiff
cock, flopping wildly as he climbed up the small steps and onto the deck.

   "Listen, we're going to head home," Suzanne said, bending down and
kissing Arlene on the cheek.  "We had a great time, really, it's just been
a long day."

   "Well, you guys have a good time tonight," Arlene called playfully after
them, as they quickly tugged on their clothes over their wet bodies and
hustled back to their house full of unpacked boxes.

   And Arlene had been right.  They had a great time that night.  Suzanne
could not recall a more passionate night of fucking at any time in their
marriage.  They started on the living room floor, had sex on the kitchen
counter, and ended up spilling and tossing boxes off of the unmade bed, to
fuck on the bare mattress.  It was obvious that the neighbors act had
stirred Randy as much as it had her.  They were both on fire.  She was so
hot, she fucked like a wild woman.  She had been unable to get enough
pleasure it seemed, until they both fell asleep from exhaustion at four in
the morning.  Well, she thought just before she dropped off to sleep, this
didn't make up for seven years of spousal neglect, but it was sure a good
start.  Maybe California would be great for them after all.

   The next morning, Randy set off early to visit the local banks and talk
about business loans, while Suzanne continued the unpacking.  She floated
through the morning still in the haze of bliss from the incredible sex last
night.  In the bedroom, she laughed aloud at the overturned boxes around
the bed, the contents spilled all over the floor.  Smiling, she began to
pick up one of Randy office boxes, stuffing the contents back in.  While
she would let him put his things away, she'd just get them off of the
floor. A sealed, brown envelope in a box of files from the old office
caught her eye.  It was unusual, but not because it was still sealed and
had never been opened.

   No, this envelope was unusual because of the writing on the outside. 
"To Randy" it read and had a large heart drawn on it, in handwriting that
was obviously not Randy's, but clearly feminine.  She pulled the gummed
envelope flap open and dumped the contents onto the bed.  The note inside
said it all.  "Something to remember me by," and was signed "Denise." The
note rested among a handful of photos, all of Denise, Randy's former blonde
bimbo secretary.  Randy had hired Denise over Suzanne's objections and
always made a point of keeping the two of them separate at the office. 
Now, looking at the photos, she knew why Randy always made such a fuss
about never letting Denise and Suzanne alone in the same room.

   Suzanne starred at the photos of Denise.  In the pictures, the secretary
was nude, her huge tits prominent and massive.  Some photos showed Denise
with a cock in her mouth, and some were close-ups of a penis filling her
vagina.  Suzanne even saw a close up photo of a cock stuffed into Denise's
anus!  Suzanne's heart sank as she recognized the male's penis and body in
the photos.  It was the same cock she had had such a wonderful, lust filled
spree with just hours ago.

   "Bastard," Suzanne murmured to herself.

   3

   Over the next two weeks, things had certainly not gone as smoothly as
Randy Watson had expected.  Randy had gone out seeking the capital so start
up the electronics business he'd been so successful at before.  But bank
after bank had flatly rejected his loan application.  They looked at his
mortgage payment on the huge mansion he'd chosen to buy, the lease payment
on the Mercedes, and the fact that he had no collateral.  And they all came
back with the same answer.  The answer was no, time and time again.  And
with no inventory and no established office, none of the prospective
clients would even see him.

   Randy sensed that his failure was clearly weighing on Suzanne, too. 
While she had made a list of prospective clients for him, clearly something
was wrong.  Suzanne was just not her old supportive and helpful self.  Not
since that great night of sex following the scene in the hot tub with Phil
and Arlene.  So when Phil's invitation to dinner came, Randy jumped at it,
hoping that maybe a little fun and excitement with the neighbors was in
store.  He would dearly love to fuck Arlene, he thought to himself.  He had
even spent some time daydreaming, trying to figure out a way to pull it
off, so that neither Phil nor Suzanne would know about it.  He was sure
Arlene would jump at a chance to fuck him.  He was, after all, quite a
hunk, he thought to himself.  His gorgeous body intertwined with hers - now
that would be a sight for all to see.

   But the evening turned out to be pretty tame.  Soon, Randy slumped back
into his misery and despair over his financial woes as the evening
progressed.  He tried to keep his end of the dinner conversation going, but
his mind swirled with problems.  His first house payment was looming and he
didn't have an inkling of income on the horizon.  Especially now that the
banks had all rejected his loan request.  Desperation was creeping into his
whole demeanor.

   "Buddy, I have to tell you that you don't look too good.  What's wrong?"
Phil said to him, as they sat in Phil and Arlene's living room.

   "Listen, Phil," Randy said secretively, not wanting the girls to
overhear.  "I know we haven't know each other very long, but I was
wondering if you could do me a huge favor.  And I really hate to ask this."

   "Well, ask away.  If I can, I will," Phil said, obviously confused about
Randy's secretive manner.

   "Could you... could you make me a loan?  I swear I'll pay it back in
three weeks.  As soon as I buy the materials, I can sell it and pay you
back from the ordering fees.  Three weeks tops," Randy pushed, his natural
confidence and salesmanship beginning to flow now.  "And there's no risk
here.  You'll get it back in three week with interest."

   "Interest?  Don't be silly, I wouldn't charge you interest," Phil said.
"So how much do you need?"

   "I need one hundred thousand, but I could get by with eighty thousand.
Eighty thousand dollars would get me on my feet and going.  And no risk for
you, it's a sure thing.  And for just three weeks," Randy urged.

   "Wow, eighty thousand," Phil whistled.  "That's a lot of money.  I know
you say there's no risk, but do you have any collateral?  I'm in real
estate, so I can guess how bad the house is mortgaged."

   "And a second mortgage," Randy embarrassedly added.

   "How about the car?" Phil said.

   "It's leased," Randy said.

   "No stocks?  Bonds?" Phil asked.

   "Nothing," Randy answered jokingly.  "The only thing I've got is
Suzanne. How about her as collateral?"

   "Pardon?" Phil asked, somewhat confused.

   "Why not!  I could use Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, now serious.
"She could help, cook, clean, anything.  You could even... you know, enjoy
her a little" Randy said with a wink.  "But, see, that won't really matter,
because you'll get you're money back in three weeks."

   Randy could see that Phil was perplexed, but interested.

   "You could have her for a month, if I didn't pay it back at the end of
the three weeks," Randy pushed.

   "Eighty thousand dollars for a month's worth of cooking and cleaning is
awfully pricey, even for California," Phil said.

   "Hell, let's say that you could do whatever you want to with her,
because after three weeks you'll get the money back.  Guaranteed!" Randy
urged.

   "Eighty thousand dollars," Phil softly pondered aloud.  "And for three
weeks...."

   "And Suzanne as collateral," Randy said, knowing that he was really
close to getting the loan.

   "Eighty thousand dollars," Phil repeated to himself "And for three
weeks....  and Suzanne as collateral, working for one month..."

   "Yep.  Or whatever," Randy said, smiling.  "How about it?"

   "Randy, this is a little weird, but I think I may take your loan.  But
we'll have to put it in writing and Suzanne would have to agree to it,"
Phil said.

   "Oh, shit!" thought Randy, to himself.  "There goes the loan!" Suzanne
would never agree to anything this wild.

   Phil got out some paper and after several minutes of writing, paused.

   "So it says here that we can do whatever we want with Suzanne.  No
limits," Phil said, studying the paper.

   "Well, you can't kill her or anything, but hell, you can write down
there that you can shave her head and paint her green, if you want to. 
Because none of it will really happen.  In three weeks, you'll get all your
money back," Randy said.

   "Suzanne, can you and Arlene come in her for a second," Phil said,
calling to the women in the kitchen.

   Within minutes, Phil had explained the terms of the loan to the stunned
wives.  Randy could see that Suzanne was really upset.  As Phil went back
over the terms, he could see a stream of tears streaking her face.  When
Phil stopped, he saw Suzanne turn to Randy, a cold stare on her face.

   "You would really ask me to do this?  You would use me as collateral for
a loan?" she said coldly, her tears stopped now.

   "Honey," Randy said, trying to sooth her feeling and get her to agree to
the deal.  "It's really just bullshit.  It's never going to happen.  In
three weeks, Phil and Arlene get their money back and the business is off
and running."

   "Randy, can we add one more thing in, just for Suzanne?" Phil
interrupted.  "Can we put in here that if you fail to repay in time, any
company assets resulting from the loaned money belong to Suzanne?"

   "Phil, you can write anything on there that you want to," replied Randy.
"Because it's not going to happen.  In three weeks, you get your money. 
Guaranteed!"

   All eyes turned to Suzanne.  Randy saw a pained look on his wife's face
before she spoke to him.

   "You would really ask me to do this?" Suzanne said, and following
Randy's nod of assurance said, "Where do I sign?"

   4 The three weeks whizzed past at a furious rate as Randy scrambled to
convert parts to products, and products to sales.  He knocked on doors,
phoned clients and spent every waking hour struggling to get the business
working.  But soon it became evident even to him that he was never going to
be able to repay the money.  So at the end of the three weeks, he and
Suzanne stood nervously in front of Phil and Arlene's, as the front door
swung open.

   "Suzanne, are you sure about this?" Phil asked, Arlene on his arm.

   "I signed it, and I'm as good as my word," Suzanne said coldly and
impassively.  She stepped over the threshold, never looking back.  Waves of
nausea gripped Randy as the door shut in his face.

   A week and a half later, Randy was gleeful when he got a call from Phil
inviting him over for a drink.  He hadn't heard a word from Suzanne and
this would give him a chance to see her and apologize.  Phil greeted him at
the door and soon they were chatting and laughing by the pool, as if the
loan had never existed.

   "Say, is Suzanne around?  I'd really love to see her," Randy asked.

   "Suzanne?  No, she's out," replied Phil.  "Say, can I get you a drink?"

   Randy nodded and Phil lifted a wireless handset from the deck table and
said, "Suzette, please bring our guest a drink."

   Randy and Phil continued chatting until Randy heard the sound of high
heels on the deck coming up from behind him.  He turned to take the drink
from the maid, but stopped, frozen by what he beheld.  There was Suzanne in
a scanty French maid's outfit.  Only he wasn't sure it was really Suzanne.
Her hair was jet black and had been cut short in a pageboy.  The maid
outfit Suzanne was wearing was outrageous.  The short ruffled skirt barely
covered Suzanne's naked ass as she walked over.  Randy would see that his
wife's dark pubic hair had been shaved, and her exposed cunt was clearly
visible below the ruffled hemline.  Her long slim legs were covered in
black hose as she delicately walked over on high, black patent stiletto
heels.

   The tight fitting satin bodice wrapped snugly around Suzanne's waist and
torso, but stopped under her totally exposed breasts, framed by the under
wiring of the maid's outfit corselet.  But his real shock came as he stared
at her naked breasts.  Her beautiful, firm, round breasts now sported
thick, stainless steel nipple rings in her newly pierced nipples.  Suzanne
proudly stuck out her breasts and lifted her head as the small maid's cap
rested on her shining black hair.  She started to set the drinks down on
the deck table but was stopped by Phil.

   "Suzette," Phil said, "didn't you forget to wipe off the table before
you put down our drinks?

   "Oh, yes, sir," Suzanne said smiling, and turned around, sticking out
her ass.  As she bent over, Randy could see that a feather duster attached
to a pink butt plug was lodged into Suzanne's anus.  Still smiling, she
wiggled her ass, and brushed off the table and then set the drinks down,
intentionally bending close to Randy with her protruding tits.

   "Will there be anything else, sir?" Suzanne said to Phil in her most
seductive voice.

   "No thank you, Suzette, that's all," Phil said, as the two men watched
Suzanne walk back into the house, her naked ass wriggling from beneath the
short, flouncing skirt.  The feathers from the duster swished from side to
side as she walked away.

   Randy was stunned and speechless.  He stared after his wife, his mouth
open, fumbling for words.

   "My God, that's Suzanne!" he stammered.  "You said she wasn't here."

   "Suzanne's not here tonight, Randy," said Phil.  "That's Suzette.  And
tomorrow Suzanne will have another name and other duties."

   "Like what?" Randy snapped back, his anger rising.

   "Just relax, Randy," Phil replied.  "You signed your wife over to us for
a month and we haven't made her do anything she didn't want to do.  So you
can leave now if you have any objections.  Or I call the cops and have you
removed."

   "Other duties...like what?" Randy asked again, now softly like a scolded
child.

   "Do you really want to know?  Better give it some thought before you
answer.  I'd suggest that you not ask and just gratefully welcome her home
at the end of the month," Phil warned.

   "Like what?" Randy murmured, now barely audible.

   "Okay," Phil said.  He picked up the wireless intercom again and spoke.
"Suzette, would you please tell my wife that we'll be in the entertainment
room.  And Suzette, please bring a fresh round of drinks and meet us
there." A garbled reply came back.

   "Come on," Phil said, standing and heading into the house.

   Phil led Randy through the house and downstairs into the large
entertainment room.  Suzanne was already waiting in the room, standing
stiffly along the wall, a tray of drinks in her hands.  A large projection
screen covered the far wall of the room as Phil and Randy slipped down into
the large chairs facing the screen.  Randy could not take his eyes off of
his wife, standing silently off to the side.  Suddenly, Randy saw Arlene
sweep into the room.  She wore a gold backless, halter dress that was split
all the way up the front to her waist.  As she walked, the generous opening
of the dress revealed the tops of Arlene's stocking anchored by what
appeared to Randy to be a gold garterbelt and no underwear.  The narrow
strips of the halter-top barely covered Arlene's ample breasts, and really
served only to conceal her protruding nipples.  The remainder of her
luscious breasts were totally exposed and for a brief moment Randy's mind
moved away from Suzanne as Arlene slipped into an empty chair next to him.

   "Suzette, we'll have our drinks now," Arlene said, and Suzanne stepped
over with the tray.

   As Suzanne served each person, she bent over from the waist and
dramatically stuck her bare ass out for all to see.  Randy could see that
the butt plug had been removed from Suzanne's asshole, but he could see the
glistening remains of some lubricant.  He could see that the tight puckered
ring of her anus was still stretched and dilated, forming a small open O.
As Suzanne finished serving the drinks, she started back to her spot along
the wall.

   "Oh, Suzette," Phil said, interrupting her.  "We thought we'd watch a
video for entertainment tonight.  Would you like to pick one from your
collection?"

   "Certainly, sir," Suzanne said and crossed over to a stack of four tapes
on a nearby shelf.  She studied the assortment for a second, selected one
and popped it into the VCR.  As the giant screen started to flicker from
the image, Randy saw his wife move back to the wall.

   The image on the giant screen brightened and it was obvious to Randy
that they were watching someone's home video.  Confused for a second, Randy
stared at the screen before realizing that the room shown in the video was
Phil and Arlene's living room upstairs.  Randy could see men milling about
the room and then moving to seats.  Arlene appeared in the middle of the
room and Randy could hear her despite the poor quality of the recording.

   "Boys, I want you to meet a friend of mine.  This is SuzieQ and she's
new in town," Randy heard Arlene say.

   Then Randy's heart stopped when he saw Suzanne come into the room filled
with men.  She had on a blonde wig, styled in a way that reminded him of
someone.  Who, he wondered, staring at the screen.  "Oh, shit!" he thought
to himself.  "She looks just like Denise." Randy didn't know if there was
anything to it or not but he certainly did not like what he was seeing. 
Suzanne was wearing a red vinyl mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, red
stockings and bright red spike heels.  She wore a black see through blouse
and no bra underneath as her round tits jutted out under the sheer fabric.

   A huge lump formed in his throat as he watched his wife parade around
the room, kissing and flirting with the seated men.  He saw eager hands
slide up her long legs and disappear under her short skirt, Suzanne
wriggling her ass, as fingers filled her openings.  She smiled and moved on
to others around the room, stepping from area to area, as reaching hands
mauled and groped her body.  Soon, every man in the room had his cock out
and in hand, as Suzanne calmly announced, "So, is there any hot stud here
who would like to fuck me?"

   With that, she unzipped the tiny skirt and let it fall to the floor. 
Watching the video, Randy had never realized how beautiful his wife's legs
really were, as she stood in the center of the room full of men, wearing
only a red garterbelt, hose and heels.  He watched the screen as his wife
walked over to one of the seated men, step over and straddled the man, and
then look about the room.  "Would you like to see this fat cock go into my
hot little cunt?" Randy heard his wife ask, as she flashed smiles at the
men in the room.  He heard the VCR audio explode with a boisterous reply
and watched as his lovely wife lifted the man's rigid cock upward and
slipped it between her legs.  Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto
the stiff penis and began pumping up and down in the man's lap.

   "Ahhhh, yes," Randy heard her moan.  "Fill me with that hot cock!" Then
he heard more deep moans of pleasure from the man as he pumped long strokes
deep into Suzanne.  The picture froze as Randy looked over to see Phil
pushing a button on the VCR remote.

   "Suzette," Phil directed, "Come over here and sit on my cock while we
enjoy the video."

   "Yes, sir," Suzanne answered, and slowly walked over to Phil, now with
his trousers open and his erect cock lying flat on his stomach as he
slouched back into the chair.  Randy watched as his wife walked over to his
neighbor, turned around and slowly lowered herself on Phil's rigid cock. 
The two of them began slowly pumping away as Randy could hear the moist
sounds of Phil's cock sliding in and out of his wife soaked pussy.

   "Ahhh," that's better now," Phil said with a smile as Suzanne rocked
away in his lap.  "Now, where were we?" he said, and hit the remote button
and the video started again.  Randy was now bewildered, unsure of whether
to saw his wife fucking Phil or to watch her in the video.  His eyes
drifted back to the screen.

   Randy saw the screen fill with a sudden flurry of action as men leapt
up, pressing their hard cocks toward Suzanne's now gaping mouth.  He
watched as she selected one from the several jammed near her face and
wrapped her red lips around it.  With consummate skill, he saw his wife
slide her mouth up and down the entire length of the man's hard cock while
she bounced up and down on the stiff meat beneath her.  Randy looked at the
sight of his wife's round ass filling the huge wall screen.  His eyes
drifted just below her curved butt and focused on the sight of his wife's
cunt, dripping and vibrant as it seemed to swallow the man's large cock
with each thrust.

   "Afraid our videography wasn't very good on this one.  We had a little
trouble getting really good close ups.  It was one of our first times and
we've improved a lot since then.  In fact, we now have a company come in
and shoot them.  Get much better quality.  And when we have ten of them,
we'll sell the series," Phil said rasply, as he pumped slowly into Suzanne,
nearly drowned out by groaning sounds of the video.

   "Sell them!" Randy said panicked, breaking his attention away from the
screen.

   "Yes," Phil replied calmly.  "Arlene and I are out eighty thousand
dollars and we have to get it back however we can."

   "But you can't," Randy whined in protest.

   "Whatever we want, remember.  You signed it," Phil said, his breathing
strained.

   Randy's eyes drifted back to the screen where he saw Suzanne sitting
atop another man, riding hard on his bucking hips, while another man
prepared to enter her ass.

   "So, SuzieQ, how would you like for me to stick my cock in you tight
little asshole?" Randy heard the man say, as he wormed two fingers in and
out of Suzanne's puckered rectum, stretching her out.

   "Ooooooooooo, yes!" she purred, pulling a rigid cock out of her mouth to
reply.  "Yes, fuck me in my hot ass.  I love to take it up the ass. 
Especially if I can do it and get double fucked at the same time."

   Randy was now cold, clammy and soaked in sweat as he watched his wife
rock forward and offer her tiny, pink anal ring to the man.  He had never
had anal sex with Suzanne.  She had never been the least bit interested in
it.  Apparently, until now.  He saw the man press the head of his dick
against her sensitive rubbery opening, and swallowed hard as he saw the
man's cock head pop into her rectum.

   "Uuuuuh," he heard her grunt, as he saw the rest of the man's stiff
member begin to slide deep into her bowels.  "Oooohhh, yes," he heard
Suzanne say.  "Fuck me deep.  Fuck me deep in the ass.  Pleeeeassse."

   He sat shaking now as he watched the two men sandwiched around his wife,
thrusting madly into her writhing body.  She had a third man's cock in her
mouth and was being tossed about as hips pushed into her from all
direction. After watching a few more minutes, Randy could tell that the men
in her ass and cunt were about to cum.

   "Yes!  Do it!  Shoot it in me!" Suzanne screamed, as the men on the
screen pumped away filling her with semen.  Randy could see the camera zoom
in and focus on Suzanne's asshole as the man's hard cock pulled out and
shoot two remaining milky streams of cum into the gaping opening of his
wife's ass, stretched and wide open from the vacated cock.  The camera
seemed to peer all the way down into her back opening at just the right
moment as a wave of creamy semen boiled up from inside and spilled out of
her ass, the first part of the man's orgasm.

   Randy couldn't take any more.  He leapt up and started for the door.

   "Oh, don't go yet," he heard Phil say.  "We haven't even gotten to the
really good part yet.  Suzette, wasn't there something you wanted to give
Randy?"

   Randy stopped instantly.  Afraid to turn he heard his wife say, "Yes,
there is."

   Suzanne stood up still straddling Phil as a long stream of cum dripped
from her cunt and fell back onto Phil's naked thighs.  Suzanne stepped over
Phil and walked to the stack of videos.  She pulled one out and walked back
to Randy, handing him the videocassette.

   "Here, sir, you should find this one particularly interesting," Suzanne
said, with a forced smile.

   Continued in A Wife in Venice California: Part Two