Arthur Fogarty was a wealthy old art collector who frequently visited the gallery where Candice worked. He often chatted with her and sometimes he even flirted. Candice never took him seriously, but it was Arthur Fogarty who was to provide her with the solution to her problems with her husband.
One day Fogarty came in as usual, looked at a new painting he'd been interested in, and bought it. After the sale was completed, Candice offered him coffee and they sat and talked. As he often did, Fogarty flirted with her, telling her how attractive she was and how she was the only reason he kept returning to the gallery when there were other places that had more to offer.
"I like pretty girls," he said. "I'm not so old that I can't appreciate them!"
Candice wondered about him. Six months ago she might have thought he was too old for her. But she knew better now. These days she was more and more convinced that the most important thing in a man was experience. As he had more than once in the past, Fogarty asked her to have dinner with him. This time she accepted. "Yes, I think I will."
Fogarty beamed. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"When?"
Martin was out of town again and she was bored. "Tonight, if you like!"
Yes, he liked the idea very much. They arranged that he would pick her up at her house at eight. He left soon after that, and Candice finished out her day at the gallery wondering what her evening would be like with Arthur Fogarty. She hoped, she wasn't wrong about him. He could turn out to be an old fossil and she'd have just another dull evening.
When she arrived home she had a bath and dressed carefully, and then at eight o'clock sharp the front doorbell rang and when she opened the door she found a uniformed chauffeur with his cap in his hand. "Miss Leonard? Mr. Fogarty is waiting in his car."
Candice was amused. She thought at least he might have come to the door himself to get her. But of course it wasn't like an ordinary date. They were both married and she couldn't pretend it was an ordinary date.
Fogarty's car was a long black Fleetwood, and as soon as Candice climbed into the back she realized she was in the midst of luxury. Fogarty smiled at her and indicated the bar in front of him. "Wine, Candice?"
"Yes, thank you, wine will be fine."
They sipped their wine as the limo drove off. Fogarty called her Miss Leonard again and she corrected him, reminding him that she was married.
Fogarty chuckled. "Ah yes. You have a husband and I have a wife. But for the time being let's think about just the two of us."
He had to be past sixty. He had white hair and a sharp little face and a thin body. He looked healthy and comfortably rich and satisfied with himself. Candice wondered what his wife was like. She wondered how often Fogarty drove younger women around in his limo.
They talked about the gallery and about artists and then about women. Fogarty said he found women indispensable in his life. He put his hand on her knee. "Do you like sex?"
Candice was taken aback. She hadn't expected the approach to be so fast. "Yes, of course!"
Fogarty chuckled. His hand was still on her knee. Now he was rubbing her knee back and forth. "Not of course, you know. Some people don't like sex. They like food or they like gambling, but they don't like sex. It just doesn't appeal to them. And then there are those who think sex is wrong. You don't think it's wrong, do you?"
"No, I don't think it's wrong."
"I didn't think you did." He looked down at her legs, at his hand cupping one of her knees. "You have lovely legs. I noticed them the first time I was at the gallery and I always look at them when I come in. In fact that's one of the reasons I came down there. To look at Miss Leonard's legs. And now here you are sharing a bottle of wine with me and I want very much to look at your legs will you show them to me? I'd like to see your thighs."
Candice quivered. How strange he was. He had such an intense look in his eyes. She looked at the chauffeur on the other side of the glass wall that sealed off the rear of the limo. The chauffeur could neither see anything nor hear anything that went on behind him. She pulled her dress back. She slowly exposed her knees and thighs and then the upper parts of her thighs above her stockings.
Fogarty made a sound in his throat. "Oh yes, you're lovely." He rubbed her knee again, this time the palm of his hand warming the nylon of her stocking.
Candice was turned on. She thought he would slip his hand between her legs, but he did nothing like that. For the time being, all he wanted to do was look. She sipped her wine as Fogarty started talking about his art collection again. She opened her legs a bit, widened the space between her knees and thighs. Could he see her panties? She thought he could. He was such a strange old bird. She had her thighs exposed and her legs apart and now the crotch of her panties was probably wet. She itched to be touched and all he did was sit there talking about his damn art collection.
But Fogarty never did more than stroke her knee and look at her thighs. He took her to an elegant restaurant and sat beside her in a velvet upholstered booth. He started talking about sex again. For the first time he talked about his wife. Her name was Mary and Fogarty said she was still a young woman. "She's only forty. That's not old, is it?"
Candice thought forty wasn't that young, but she said no, it wasn't old. She said some women look better at forty then they did at twenty. Fogarty nodded and said she was right. He patted her knee under the table and said Candice was an intelligent young woman.
When they were in the limo again, Candice pulled her dress back and crossed her legs. Fogarty looked down at her thighs and smiled. "It's still early. Would you like to come home with me? I have some things I'd like to show you and I think we'll be more comfortable there than anywhere else."
Candice was surprised. "Won't Mrs. Fogarty mind?"
Fogarty chuckled. "Oh, don't you worry about that. We have a large house and we allow each other our little freedoms."
They did have a large house, a huge and lavish place set back from the road behind a screen of oak trees. Moments after they arrived, Candice found herself in a plush sitting room with a glass of champagne in her hand. Fogarty was talking about sex again, the needs and preferences of woman, how difficult it was for some women to enjoy themselves. She was too distracted by the luxury in the room and she didn't follow most of what he was saying, but then suddenly she realized he was offering to go down on her.
She almost spilled her champagne. "Oh my."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, you just took me by surprise!"
"Then how about it?"
Candice felt a flutter of excitement in her belly. "All right, I wouldn't mind that!"
She thought he would take her to a bedroom somewhere, but he insisted he would do it right there where she was sitting. He would suck her pussy right there in the sitting room while they drank their champagne. Then she said she wanted to use the john first and he told her he didn't want that either. He wanted her just like she was.
"I don't want to taste anything but you," he said. He had her quivering with lust, her hands trembling as she hurried to get her panties off and open her legs. Her dress pulled back to her waist, she slid her ass forward on the sofa cushion and dropped her knees apart to show him her cunt.
Fogarty went down on his knees in front of her. He gazed at her crotch, the tops of her stockings, the garters, the dark bush of cunthair, the puffy slit of her cunt, and down at the bottom the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Push forward a little more," he said.
Candice did it, her ass now almost half off the edge of the sofa. Fogarty raised her nylon clad legs, pushed her knees back to her chest, and told her to hold them there. Now all of her crotch was turned up and wide open to him. He ran his fingers lightly over her thighs and asscheeks, and then he lowered his face to begin eating her.
He did it in a way that was new to her. He started at her asshole. She hadn't expected it and she gasped with surprise. She'd had her asshole licked before, but never the first thing like this. The way her knees were pulled back and her ass turned up, she could see everything he was doing. She watched his pink tongue fluttering over her dark grommet. First came the fluttering and then the licking, up and down and around. He worked on her asshole until it was loose, and then he stiffened his tongue, pushed it inside, and held it there.
Candice was in heaven. Here was Arthur Fogarty, the richest client the gallery had, on his knees with his tongue in her ass. He was an expert. He stroked his tongue in and out a few times, then he pulled it out all the way and began fluttering it up to her cunt-hole.
Here she was dripping, her fuck-juice oozing out in a steady flow as her cunt pulsed with excitement. Fogarty slurped at her cunt-juice, sucking into his mouth. Then he pushed his tongue inside her cunt-hole and began fucking her with it.
It was better than anything she'd ever had, better than all the men and all the women, better even than Kelly the lesbian. Fogarty's tongue was longer and thicker and he knew how to work it in and out in a way that drove her crazy. By the time he pulled his tongue out of her cunthole and moved it up to her clit, she was primed and ready to go off. She rocked her legs and cried out and blasted off in his mouth. Fogarty opened his mouth wide, clamped it over as much of her cunt as he could get and sucked up everything she gave him.
"Well, that's ducky," a female voice said. "Arthur, you ought to have told me we have a guest!"
Candice was frozen into immobility. She still had her legs wide open. Mrs. Fogarty was standing there looking down at them, watching as her husband pulled, his wet face away from Candice's crotch.
"Lord, you're wet," Mrs. Fogarty said to her husband: "Did she pee in your face?"
Candice blushed. "I think I'd better leave."
"Don't be ridiculous," Mrs. Fogarty said. "Now that I'm here, you can't just walk out. Anyway, you're too pretty and I won't let you go!"
Mary Fogarty was an attractive woman, a tall brunette with a wide red mouth and glittering eyes. She smiled at Candice. "My name is Mary. Arthur is good at that, isn't he?"
Candice closed her legs. She decided the hell with it, they couldn't rattle her. She'd show them she was as sophisticated as they were.
"Yes, he's very good," Candice said. "I hope you don't mind."
Mrs. Fogarty laughed. "Oh, I never mind what Arthur does. Open your legs, darling. I'm not finished looking at you!"
Candice did it. If the bitch wanted to look at her cunt, then let her look. She was glad Mary Fogarty was so attractive. Candice decided that if Mrs. Fogarty wanted to suck her pussy, she wouldn't refuse.
"Hairy," Mrs. Fogarty said, her gaze fixed on Candice's crotch.
Candice blushed, but she held her legs wide open. "No good?"
Mrs. Fogarty smiled. "On the contrary, that's the way I like them. Arthur, suck her again. Do it so I can see your tongue in there."
The next five minutes were the craziest Candice had ever experienced. Fogarty returned his face to her crotch, his head turned to the side a bit so that his wife could see his tongue working in Candice's cunt. Mrs. Fogarty raised her dress enough to get her hand between her legs. Her hand was hidden as the dress fell over it, but Candice could tell by the movements that Mrs. Fogarty was masturbating as she watched her husband eat her pussy.
Candice was turned on. Fogarty's expert tongue soon had her moaning and shuddering under his mouth. Mrs. Fogarty made a hissing sound as Candice came. Candice rocked her legs, held onto Fogarty's head with her hands as she squirmed her pussy against his lips.
After that Mrs. Fogarty undressed. She tossed her clothes piece by piece onto a chair until she was completely naked. Except for the droop of her tits, her body was still firm. Exercise and a good diet had kept her in marvelous shape.
Candice was amused when the older woman stepped back into her high-heeled shoes. Mary Fogarty was a sexy woman and Candice was beginning to admire her.
Mr. Fogarty soon returned to sucking Candice again. This time he was back at her asshole. Candice pulled her knees all the way back and purred with pleasure as she watched him tongue-fuck her shitter.
Mrs. Fogarty disappeared for a few minutes, and then she returned carrying something in her hands. Candice's eyes grew wide when she saw what it was. Mrs. Fogarty was carrying a dildo and an attached harness. Mrs. Fogarty smiled when she saw the look on Candice's face.
"I'd like to fuck you with this," Mrs. Fogarty said. "Are you interested?"
Candice quivered and nodded. Sure, why not? The artificial cock looked so real. She was so hot now she would do anything they wanted!
Mrs. Fogarty buckled the harness on and adjusted the dildo so that the back end of it protruded from her cunt. She had a thick-lipped cunt and it excited Candice to see those thick cunt-lips wrapped around the end of the dildo. The other end, the business end, had a lovely fat cock-knob that made Candice itch to have it inside her.
Mrs. Fogarty told her husband to stop sucking Candice. "She wants more than a tongue. Arthur."
Fogarty pulled away. His mouth and chin were covered with Candice's cunt-juice. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at Candice. "She'll drive you crazy with that!"
Candice said nothing. She had eyes only for the dildo and Mrs. Fogarty now. It seemed so strange to see a woman with a woman's tits and a woman's ass and a stiff cock sticking of her cunt.
"I'll take you from behind," Mrs. Fogarty said. She was oiling the dildo now. She'd brought some oil and she was spreading it over the shaft and knob.
"Please, not in my ass," Candice said. "I don't think I'd like that in my ass."
Mrs. Fogarty chuckled. "Just your pussy, darling. But it does wonders in the other place, too!"
Keeping her dress rolled at her waist, Candice turned and bent over to show her ass. She was eager to get fucked now. Getting off with a tongue was always nice, but there was nothing as good as a hard cock in her cunt. In this case the hard cock wouldn't be real, but Candice expected she'd like it just the same.
Mrs. Fogarty came closer to Candice and fondled Candice's pussy, tickling her cunt-lips and then probing between them to find her cunthole. Then Candice felt something pushing at her cunt-hole, and immediately after that the dildo slid smoothly inside her cunt-channel.
Candice groaned with pleasure. It felt real, all right. Just like a real cock. Hard and thick and long enough to push at her insides!
Mrs. Fogarty started fucking Candice. The older woman knew how to fuck. When Candice turned her head to the side, she discovered she could see them in a mirror. Mr. Fogarty was there in the mirror, too. He had his cock out of his pants and he was slowly frigging himself as he watched his wife fuck Candice.
Then Candice groaned as Mrs. Fogarty fingered her asshole. Mrs. Fogarty laughed. "Are you sure you don't want it here? I'd love to fuck this little fuck-hole!"
Candice moaned and rolled her hips. "All right, do it. But please be careful!"
Mrs. Fogarty snickered and said she was always careful when she fucked a pretty asshole. She pulled the dildo out of Candice's cunt and poured some oil on Candice's asshole. The next moment Candice gasped with pleasure as the dildo slid inside her shit-tube. "Good?"
"Yes, it's nice!" Candice said.
"Arthur, get down there and suck her pussy!"
Candice wasn't sure how Arthur managed it, but she soon felt his tongue slurping in her cunt as Mrs. Fogarty continued fucking her ass. Candice knew what to do about Martin now. She couldn't wait for him to come home so she could try out her idea. Then she stopped thinking about Martin and all she could think about was the hard rubber cock in her ass. Mrs. Fogarty was good, damn good.
"Fuck my ass!" Candice said. And then she made a mewling sound and came as Mr. Fogarty bit her clit.
Mrs. Fogarty giggled. "She's coming, Arthur. The poor little girl is coming again!"