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When we last left our story Carol was getting ready to go out with her new best friend and lover Tina. The pretty young blonde Aussie surfer was taking Paul’s wife to the most expensive nightclub in Kuta. With Tina’s help Carol had transformed her self into a new woman. Under Tina’s guidance the staid mother of one had adopted a new, younger, sexier and edgier look. Before abandoning her husband Paul to watch the evening’s excitement via computer video link, the newly flowering horny wife checked her new outfit and updated “look” in the mirror. Carol did a half-pirouette and stopped. Like every woman she critically examined her profile in the reflective floor-length glass mirror. She was looking for any possible flaws in her appearance. Her gaze took in the short black leather mini skirt, the salmon-coloured crop-top and her pert braless tits. What might be less easy to detect from her outer appearance was Carol’s shaved bald pussy and (she blushed at the thought) the fact that she was panty-less? The newly adventurous wife was nervous dressed to go out like this. Was this reflection she saw in the mirror really her? Was this the same woman who had almost disappeared drowning under a failed marriage? Carol felt the shiver of a thrill tingle up and down her spine. Excitement was infusing her thumping heart. She was giddy with anticipation for the night to come. Carol felt exhilarated to meet her new Aussie girlfriend. A girl’s night out was just what she needed. Especially accompanied by her new exciting “wing-girl”. The intoxicating exhilaration of knowing random men and woman would be eyeing her body up and down and wanting to fuck her made Paul’s wife tingle with electricity. For too long Carol had been trapped in her mundane sexually unsatisfying marriage. Like a caged bird she had been unable to stretch her sexual wings. How long had she been silently screaming to escape from her cage? Yelling silently for help in her depressing dreams had been far too common. The old Carol would only hear her own empty echo in reply to her desperate pleas for help. That hollow reverberating cry had caused deep anguish and trauma. To save her self the old Carol had tired to hide. She had tried to shrivel up and become small. The wife with such big dreams in college had diminished her self. Over the years Paul’s wife had retreated into a silent corner of her marriage suffering and feeling isolated. For too long she had lain beside Paul in the marriage bed like a corpse, untouched and neglected. Her tortured husband had been equally trapped by his own secret desires and unfulfilled needs. The spouses had hugged onto their isolation and silence like a security blanket or favourite comforting teddy bear. Each had retreated rather than face the truth of their desires. With a twisted logic each had sought the salvation of their marriage in retreat and silence. Isolation was the shield for self-preservation. And yet surely isolation would have doomed them. Of course Carol had been confused. Everything in her life had turned out backwards to what she had expected. Marriage, she had previously thought, was supposed to equate to freedom and especially sexual freedom. As a couple you were supposed to have amazing sex. A young wife and her husband were supposed to explore everything in the freedom of a loving and supportive relationship. Well that’s the spiel young girls are sold in women’s magazines and web sites. But what was the reality for women like Carol? Well with all of the societal taboos it seemed, perforce, that most couples rather than finding “sexual freedom,” found a kind of sexual prison. Women sadly became chained to a man who had no idea how to sexually satisfy them or make them happy. For so long poor timid Carol had felt trapped inside that sexual prison. The bars may have been invisible, but they were stronger than steel. Now it was all out in the open. Now as a couple they had all their cards on the table. A light had been shone on Paul’s secret taboos. Carol was beginning to express her own long unvoiced sexual desires. Was Carol completely out of the woods? Was she in the clear? Absolutely not, but now Paul’s wife realized she could play for all the chips. She smiled and sucked in her tummy with a giggle. She thought she looked damn good for her age. The reflection she saw reflected back tonight was not the old “Carol.” It was a new and still flowering Carol. It was a woman Carol was starting to really like. It was a woman in control of her life and embracing her femininity and sexuality. It was a woman fully aware of the horny pussy between her smooth thighs and more than willing to use it for pleasure and happiness. Carol was starting to glimpse an understanding of her new situation. It seemed to her so many people lived like her old self. They lived their lives without fulfilling their fantasies. Secretly these unhappy people had cravings, needs, obsessions, but they hid them away. The result was a huge empty void that just kept growing like a powerful black hole inside of them. Carol shivered with disgust thinking of how empty she had felt only a short time ago. Carol now realized if you just have one chance in life you need to get rid of that void eating away at you. Otherwise the black hole would consume you. She now realized if the black hole kept growing then you would disappear. As a woman Paul’s wife had now realized she needed to explore and fulfil those hidden deep desires in order to become a complete woman again. Carol exited her hotel suite looking more than a decade younger than her thirty-eight years. She had never gone out to a club panty-less in her life, so her heart was racing. Paul’s re-born wife was nervous and excited. The warm tropical breeze teased her breasts under the sheer salmon gauze of her top. Her nipples firmed and formed points. She blushed, but felt proud of her firm perky tits. Paul’s wife moved confidently towards the front hotel lobby to meet up with Tina. _________________________________________________ As Carol left the hotel suite Paul frowned and felt confused. The hotel room door swung closed with a heavy clunking ominous thud. Suddenly and starkly Carol’s husband was totally alone. He was alone with him self. The room was silent, eerily silent. The headache began to build. The front of his temples began to pound. He knew it was the stress. At thirty-nine Paul was finally forced to confront him self. Carol’s husband looked around nervously trying to gather his bearings. Anadolu Yakası Escort It was a nightmarish scenario he found him self in. Paul rubbed his hands anxiously. Here he was in a foreign country, in an empty hotel suite; what was he doing here? His temples were throbbing. His head was pounding with a building migraine. The love of his life, his high school sweetheart Carol, had just left to have fun with a new girlfriend. More menacing was the fact that she would be having sex with someone without him. He would not even be crouched on the balcony hiding. Paul was more disoriented than ever. The agitated bank executive paced the room nervously. Soon to turn forty the disturbed man was on the cusp of something—but what? Paul’s pacing pattern soon developed a repeating route pacing from the bed to the bathroom. He paced the same path the way a caged tiger learns to pace a route in its tiny unnatural steel-barred enclosure. Feeling ever more trapped Carol’s husband looked towards the balcony window seeking relief. His chest felt unnaturally tight. Paul opened the sliding glass door of the balcony by pushing it left. He needed air. Bali’s tropical humidity and warmth hit him like a wall of heat. He gulped for oxygen. His throat felt tight and constricted. “Fuck!” he exclaimed silently in his brain. Paul needed to escape. Carol’s perturbed husband moved to the wooden balcony railing. He looked out into the obsidian distance of the Balinese Sea. The endless ocean was murmuring in the distance. He gazed intently into the black space trying to see the water, but it was just too dark, too black. Paul’s chest felt so tight. His entire body felt tight and on-edge. What had he done? What had he started? This nightmarish scenario had spiralled out of control. It was like a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around him and was slowly squeezing him into a squished distorted version of his old self. Poor Paul could only imagine the trauma of being swallowed and making the perilous passage through the boa. Would he dissolve? Would his marriage dissolve? Carol’s husband, his mind muddled, could hear the waves lapping at the sand on the beach. He knew the beach was somewhere in front of him just past the resort’s manicured lawns and pristine blue pools. No matter how carefully he looked he couldn’t discern anything. It was all just a black void. The blackness of the night seemed to suck at him and Paul felt a shiver of fear. What had happened he asked him self. The soft lapping sound of the waves repeated and repeated like the forms that repeated in nature. Paul had never heard of Pythagoras and he had no real appreciation for the importance of patterns and repetition in nature. And yet Carol’s husband did feel how the soft murmuring sound of the waves soothed him. He felt his racing heart begin to slow. The primordial ocean had seen more troubles than his. The bottomless black waters could swallow his sorrows in a second and not shed a tear. Paul realised he wasn’t even as notable as a single grain of sand on the beach somewhere out in the darkness he was peering into. Paul was forced to reflect on how he had ended up on this balcony alone. There were so many differences between him and his wife. She was artistic and liked to read. Carol had read ‘Anna Karenina’ and taken drama in school. Carol loved poetry. Carol loved to dance and was one of the best cheerleaders because of her years of dance training. Paul was never willing to take her onto the dance floor. He liked football and beer. Had the entire marriage been a mistake? Were they just too different he pondered? Paul thought back to the beginning. He realised he had married Carol because she was popular. Well also she had nice tits and a great ass. And then you had to realise everyone had expected them to get married. It was like that where they came from: you did what everyone expected you to do. Well didn’t you? Paul was filled with growing self-doubts. Carol’s husband turned back towards the room. Suddenly it struck him where he was standing. This was the spot. He looked down. Paul saw that the cushion was still on the terracotta tiled balcony floor. The cushion Carol had placed there so he wouldn’t hurt his knees while he crouched in hiding. Crouched why? Well to watch the ripped young twenty-year old tennis pro William as he fucked his wife with his huge nine-inch cock. Paul’s cock started to swell and harden. Simply the memory of his wife being fucked so furiously by the floppy haired blonde tennis stud was making him hard. Carol’s husband blushed a hot pink. Is that what he really needed he wondered? Yes for so many years he had hidden his secret desire from his wife. Eventually his hidden obsession had eaten away at their marriage. At some point the husband with good intentions could no longer even get his cock hard. Paul had stopped even trying to have sex with his wife. Before that point what had he done? In all honesty he had closed his eyes and conjured images. Having sex with his wife Paul had fantasized that he was looking through the window and watching his wife Carol get fucked by a man with a cock twice his size. Paul lifted his eyes and entered the hotel room. He lay on the bed. Paul was still pondering his predicament. Carol’s husband looked at the laptop. It would be a while before his wife texted him to watch. Her night out with Tina was just starting. Paul searched the news headlines on the computer. He tried to distract himself from his growing fears. What was that story about the Muslim cameleers in Australia? Yeah that was an interesting story. Paul clicked on the “history” menu on the computer search engine to see if he could find the story about Australia. Paul’s eyes scrolled down the search history. He was looking for the story about Australia. What was item that in the history of links? Lush stories? Carol’s husband clicked on the previous day’s entry. It must have been something Carol was reading he thinks to himself. Paul couldn’t recall ever being on a site called “Lush Stories.” Out of curiosity Carol’s husband decides to click on the link and take a look. After clicking Paul arrived at an erotic stories web site. His morose reflective mood changed slightly. Carol’s husband began to explore and look around the new website. The curious banker saw a section headed “cuckold” and then another section headed “cheating”? His interest was piqued. Further down he saw a section near the very bottom Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan labelled “voyeur”. The sexually inexperienced middle-aged man clicked on the section. Paul began to read his first erotic story. Poor Paul started to read and his morose mood lifted. We need to be sympathetic for the poor confused and lost husband. Like millions of men Paul had unwittingly fallen into the same societal trap as his unsatisfied wife. He had dated only one girl in high school—Carol. He had experienced sex with only one girl—also Carol. What could Paul ever really know about satisfying a woman? He had fallen into a trap. Now he had no idea of how to struggle out, but he knew he needed to try. Carol’s husband had never learned much about how to please a woman, let alone him self. Paul’s entire marriage he had stumbled and struggled in a sexual fog. The high school jock knew little about the sexual needs and fantasies of his wife. In fact it had never entered Paul’s head that his wife even had sexual fantasies. As Carol’s husband read the first story on the Lush website his cock got hard. Lying on the bed he stroked his small appendage slowly as he read. Soon enough Paul was reading his second story. His headache was gone. The pounding on his temples had stopped. Paul in his own way, with serendipity as his guide, was beginning an exploration of his deeply repressed sexuality. Carol’s husband needed to learn about him self, to better understand his own needs, so that he could make peace with his wife. Perhaps there is hope for the future? Who knows? _________________________________________________ As the light-blue colour Bluebird cab neared its destination in Kuta both women were excited. Carol took a closer look at her friend Tina. In the dim light of the back seat they smiled at each other. “Wow didn’t you go all out.” Tina giggled and averted her gaze. “I told you this place is high class. I can’t dress like a beach bum surfer slob.” Carol laughed. She looked at Tina’s outfit. The sexy young blonde Aussie was wearing a backless dark olive club dress. The sexy dress featured a deep plunging front and halter style top. The straps at the back criss-crossed to give a flirtatious contrast with Tina’s sun-kissed naked skin. Tina’s flirty skirt was very short with two layers. The outer layer was softly pleated and made from see-thru material. The inner layer was tight, hugged Tina’s hips, and was opaque. Carol squeezed her friend’s hand. “That dress really suits your svelte frame Tina. You look amazing tonight.” Both women were glowing and their eyes connected again. Carol felt so close to her new girlfriend. It had been so long since she felt such a bond with another woman. “You don’t know how much this means to me Tina.” Both women beamed at each other conspiratorially. It was so fun to just go out as two girls to have fun and dance. “So what’s this club again?” Tina giggled. “So it’s called ‘Platinum’ and it’s very high class. The club is très chic if you know what I mean. The men have to pay a really high cover charge to even get in.” Tina’s robin’s egg blue-green eyes, tinged with pale green, were sparkling. “Of course we’re hot women so we get in for free.” Both girls cackled with glee. Being an attractive woman did have its benefits. Free entry into the hottest nightclubs was one of them. Carol felt so giddy and young and free. “You look so young tonight Carol. They might card you.” Paul’s wife blushed at Tina’s teasing. Well she did look like she was in her twenties again in her new sexy and youthful outfit. She squeezed Tina’s hand in thanks for the ego boost. “Well you’re my stylist Tina so it’s all thanks to you.” They both giggled. Tina went on. “So you won’t get any of the tourist riffraff and young beach bums tonight. These guys are older and have money.” Tina winked playfully. “Colourful plastic money.” They both let out high-pitched laughter. The women quickly paid the local cabbie. Tina pulled her friend out of the light blue cab by yanking on her hand. Excitedly the two women carefully made their way up the steps manoeuvring the uneven steps in their expensive high-heels. Carol was now nervously aware of just how short her black leather mini skirt was. She blushed feeling how exposed she was. A warm tropical breeze gusted under Carol’s short mini skirt and punctuated the fact that she was wearing no panties over her freshly shaven pussy. The mother of one blushed. Tina pulled her forward up the steps to the club. The front entrance looked very subdued and subtle, not at all like most of the garish clubs in Kuta. Most nightclub entrances flashed exotically with their bright lights and bright signs. This club only had a single small discreet sign, softly lit with a warm yellow backlight, fashioned from classy brushed-aluminium lettering. If you didn’t know the club was here, you’d probably just walk bye. “C’mon it’s going to be fun.” Tina implored her new friend Carol to follow her. Holding hands tightly the two beautiful women managed the last few steps and walked up to the front entrance. The muscular dark-skinned Balinese bouncer nodded at them with a smile. Like every club worldwide there could never be a surplus of hot sexy women. The attendant lifted the red velvet cord to allow them to pass without a question. Two young hot-bodied surfer tourist guys were begging the doorman to let them into the club. Carol could feel both sets of young, hungry male eyes on her legs and ass as she shimmied past the bouncer. Tina turned and flashed a bright white smile at her friend. Tina winked playfully at the two surfers. She was giggling happily as she swished past. Tina leaned back to whisper in her Carol’s ear. “You see. Both those young guys wanted to fuck you.” Carol blushed and looked down bashfully. “I told you your outfit is amazing. Wait till you get inside.” Carol smiled. Moving forward she heard the bouncer tell the two young twenty-something surfers to take a hike. “You guys don’t meet the dress code. Get lost.” In no uncertain terms the bouncer directed the two tourists to a different club down the street. Immediately upon entering the club Carol could feel it was different from the other clubs in town she had been to. The music was less pounding and the club was clearly less crowded. It also had a much larger dance floor with more seating areas. Looking around Carol could see the club also had a more elegant décor and expensive crystal lighting fixtures Escort Anadolu Yakası on the walls. What Carol had not really counted on was the air conditioning. When the cool air hit her body it was only natural that her skin began to tingle and tighten. Under the very thin material of her top her nipples were soon rather obviously pointed and hard. Carol blushed and lifter her arm to try to obscure the scene her nipples were making as much as she could. Paul’s wife moved her lips to Tina’s ear to speak over the music. “Wow it does look expensive Tina.” The Australian beauty giggled and nodded with a bright smile. They were both excited. The evening was just starting. “Told ya. The guys here are loaded. Just look around. The whole place looks like a palace.” ___________________________________________ Sometimes John reflected on things in life too much. He knew he needed to live more in the moment, but found it not that easy. The executive lifted his copy of “For Esm é with Love and Squalor” off the coffee table as he neared the door. He paused suddenly consumed by burdensome reflections. The executive gazed at the book. It was a book from his youth. He still loved every story. Why had he brought it along on this trip to Bali? Why was he feeling so detached from him self? John knew his driver Wayan was waiting by the car. John realized he should get going and yet he was troubled. Should he even go out tonight he wondered? What was the point? He tried to figure out what was bothering him. Still he paused reflecting. He was uncertain about too many things in his life. Was he the “Laughing Man,” he wondered? Was there a woman out there for him? Or was he destined to remain alone? Was there a salve for this empty ache inside? Tonight the vexed executive decided he needed to relax. John decided to put all these inner doubts aside. John gently chastised him self. “Fuck man, you’re in Bali.” He decided to chill and take life a moment at a time. Serendipity surely had something good in store for him. Didn’t she? Pushing aside his doubts John exited the door and smiled at his driver Wayan. It was a short ride through the blackness of the Balinese jungle into the town of Kuta and its pulsing nightlife. Before John could reflect or reminisce anymore his car was pulling up in front of the club. He told Wayan to take a break and buy some dinner. The Hong Kong based investor handed over a wad of worn and edge-torn Rupiah bills to pay for his driver’s dinner and then some. “Relax and have dinner. I’ll text you when I need you to pick me up.” John had no real expectations of meeting a woman tonight. But he lived life according to serendipity, so you never knew. Hopefully he could do some dancing and meet someone interesting to talk to. He needed to relax and de-stress. John even mused and wondered if he might see that woman who had run into him on the street? Probably not he realised, a man was unlikely to see such an amazing ass twice in his life. John chuckled at his own silliness as he approached the bouncer. The bouncer was named Oka. The dark-skinned front doorman recognized John and nodded. He lifted the velvet rope for John seeing as he was a VIP member. John regularly rented the spacious villa nearby so they all knew him here. John wandered into the nightclub’s main bar area. He looked about to locate a good table. The manager Nyoman came scurrying up to greet him. The manager’s Balinese name denoted that he was the third-born in his family. Nyoman smiled a big white toothy grin typical of all Balinese. “Would you like the table by the bar as usual Mr Langham?” John didn’t come to the club often, but the manager knew the Hong Kong based executive liked the table near the bar. The table’s location made it easy for John to order drinks and the table also offered a good view of the dance floor. Nyoman knew John was more of a “people watcher” than a serious pick-up artist. “That would be great Nyoman. So long as no one else has booked it.” The Balinese manager liked this quality in his customer. John was gracious and didn’t insist on anything. He was very different from so many tourists who used their money to bully the locals and demand things in the crudest fashion. Some tourists would even rant and rave and begin to yell and swear at the manager if he told them the table they wanted had been booked. “No worries Mr Langham. It’s yours.” Like many of the Balinese working in Kuta, Nyoman had adopted several Australian expressions into his speech mannerisms. There were so many Aussie tourists in Kuta this was natural. To a Balinese “Aussie speak” was what they thought of as “the Queen’s English.” If the Queen actually showed up John was quite sure they’d be baffled by her accent and expressions. It always made John smile to hear a native Balinese speak in Aussie. The second reason the club manager liked John was purely capitalistic. Club managers always love a good customer. Nyoman knew that when John arrived he had a good chance of selling some serious Champagne. It wasn’t easy to move serious wine in a tourist club, but Nyoman knew from experience that John had good taste and a rectangle of plastic capable of serious purchases. “Shall I chill some Dom for you? Or would you prefer Krug?” John smiled as he reached the table by the bar. His soft brown eyes looked up at the manager. “What was that Nyoman?” “Should I make sure some Dom is chilled for you?” For some reason at that moment John looked up and scanned the club. He spied Carol across the dance floor. John’s brain instinctively realized the woman with the chic brunette tresses was the same one who had barrelled into him on the street. John saw she was standing next to the same young gorgeous blond girl she had been with. As he gazed John noted both women looked very sophisticated and sexy tonight. Even though Carol looked completely different in her new sexy leather mini skirt with the chrome zipper, John knew it was the same woman instantly. The two sexy women were busy chatting. Occupied with their conversation both gorgeous women were oblivious to John’s lingering gaze. The Hong Kong executive’s former downcast mood lifted considerably. John turned and smiled at the manager. “What vintages do you have?” “Well we have something very interesting that just arrived. I know you’ll want to try it.” Nyoman smiled at his high-roller customer hoping to clinch a sale. The Balinese calculated his sales pitch and carefully graduated the tone of his voice. Squeezing a credit card out of a wallet for such lofty transactions is a special skill and Nyoman had it. The manager’s rather too-toothy smile reappeared. On a Hollywood actor such a white smile would appear patently plastic and fake. On Nyoman it had an endearing innocence and charming quality. The merits of aging wine are a complex issue.
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