Schooling the Wife in Sodomy

"Is this a private party?" a voice asked, and Kelly jerked back in surprise, a long trail of drool connecting her mouth to the lips she had just been sucking.

Roger, Alison's husband, slouched in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling as he watched the two women in the tub.

Kelly still regarded herself as pretty shy and demure, and it was embarrassing as hell to be caught naked by her friend's husband, especially with her face freshly smeared with lipstick and her big, breasts cuddled in Alison's possessive hands.

Alison, on the other hand, didn't seem at all fazed, and somehow Kelly wasn't exactly surprised. "What are you doing home?" she asked. "I thought you worked for a living."

"I had to come out this way for an appointment," Roger said nonchalantly, stepping into the bathroom, "and I thought I'd stop by and knock off a quick one to get me through the rest of the day. But it looks like that's what you just finished doing." He sat down on the john. "So, Kelly," he added, "I didn't know you were into girl-on-girl."

Kelly blushed scarlet. She couldn't think of anything to say. At least Roger wasn't outraged at what he'd found.

"Darling," Alison said, "we need to know something. Have you been filling Ken's head with ideas about nasties like sodomy? He seems to have had some distinct urges recently that poor Kelly didn't feel up to handling, and of course she had to come talk it over with "Auntie" Alison. I told her you're the prime suspect for planting the idea. True?"

When her husband makes a particularly lewd suggestion on how to improve their sex-life, Kelly is not just taken aback, she is positively disgusted. For how can anyone think using that smallest of apertures for anything but its intended purpose? So turning to her long-time friend and confidant, Kelly asks Alison whether it is all as loathsome as she believes, after all, maybe she's just not that experienced in all the forbidden ways of the flesh.

With the help of Roger, Alison's husband, it is not long before Kelly is engaging in the most lascivious of three-way practices, allowing them both to train her into a submissive and wanton nympho. And from here, how can she ever go back to her normal mundane love-making thereafter?

Featuring all manner of libidinous deed and device, with FFM ruttings, bar-room multi-men sessions atop pool tables - no aperture spared, and written in a deliciously uncompromising prose that leaves very little to the imagination, Kelly is about to get schooled in a very physical way.