Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2011 18:06:39 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Guinea Pig II. Chapter Nine. Final Part.

     Another month went by with Carol and Julian coming home for another
week of exhausting sex before returning and would be glad when they really
finished there and we could then take our sex a bit more leisurely. But
this time before returning to the clinic, I went with them and a van and
two labourers to visiting their previous flats and had them remove anything
they wanted to bring to my home and they could then vacate the flat and not
have to pay anymore rent. This took up their last day of their leave and
with all that they wanted in the van, I went back home with it and the men
while they returned to the clinic.

				     *

     The pool was the first thing finished, it being fifteen metres in
length and only the last few was it at a depth of six feet. The rest was
rather shallow and had a ramp inside as well as easy to climb steps with
rails leading into the shallow end this only being about three foot
deep. The whole surround being of non-slip tiles but the glass panels or
windows would be done later to match up with the rest of the building.
     The day finally arrived when the two of them finished working for the
clinic and used the Bentley to collect them with whatever personal things
that they had at the clinic, making them gush at me having such a car and I
also used it to take them out to dinner that night to celebrate. With Carol
being half pissed when we got back home, didn't put up much of an argument
when I got Julian into our bedroom at the same time as we undressed. It was
like we had done once in the clinic. Carol was on her back with me between
her legs and on my knees as Julian got behind and entered me. It was lovely
having his cock once again slide up inside my backside and with him there,
I kept the muscle firmly gripping him as I moved forward and down as I
entered Carol with him lying on my back with his cock throbbing away inside
me.
     I kept myself up on my elbows as Julian began to move in his fucking
of me, causing me to move inside Carol. It was lovely fucking her and being
fucked myself at the same time. Julian came first but kept on riding me and
I managed to hold back until Carol had her orgasm and I was then able to
let go myself.
     All three of us were panting heavily as Julian first pulled out of me
to my little cry and heard the same cry from Carol when I pulled out of
her. With the condom pulled off of Julian's still hard cock, I lay on my
side and sucked on him and had Carol then sucking on mine, and as I said,
it was lovely. It was a short while later that I kicked Julian out to sleep
in his room for Carol and myself to sleep together in ours.

				     *

     Now that we had a rough date of the construction crew finishing, we
set the date for our wedding. A bit earlier than I had expected and before
the men would finish for I wanted us back before this time to inspect the
work done after our honeymoon.
     I gave Carol a thousand pounds to buy her wedding dress and new
clothes to wear on our honeymoon. I also bought a new suit for Julian and
myself for this event that duly came round. Carol, not having parents any
longer, got her aunt and uncle, along with their two offspring plus the
husband of the daughter, to attend and for the uncle to give her
away. There also were a few of the lab boys from the clinic who came for
the wedding, the meal and the free drinks afterwards.
     It was then that I realised that I didn't have any what I would call
friends in Kingston. My early years had always been spent in the house and
grounds and not mixing with other children. Then going away to private
schools etc, there was no-one that I could really call a friend. But mum
and dad rounded up some of their friends to pad out the small church that
was St. Michael's in Kingston, so we had just over twenty people there to
see me get married.
     I was a bag of nerves standing there in front of the vicar with Julian
on my right as the organist played soft music until the clashing sound of
the wedding march began. I looked back and it was a lovely sight to see
Carol, all in white, walk down the aisle on the arm of her uncle and come
to a stop beside me.
     Ten minutes later we were man and wife and there was clapping by the
few that attended as I kissed her. We signed the register before walking
back up the aisle to go outside and have our pictures taken and even
getting all that were there in the last one.
     A restaurant had been booked solely for our wedding breakfast which
really was lunch and it was wonderful and Carol had never looked so radiant
as she sat beside me at the head of the small table that was crosswise to
the one where the others sat. It was a lovely feast and more photos were
taken as we cut the cake before passing a piece to all the guests before
Julian read out the cards that we had been given.
     Eventually it was over and Carol and I were waved away in the hired
limousine to take us home, Julian being brought a short while later by my
parents who then stopped for one drink before going home themselves. Mother
couldn't stop gushing at how it was such a wonderful wedding and had
admitted to crying during the service as her only son had got married.
     On us being driven home, Carol and I, I did the right thing when we
got out of the car and to the amusement of the driver, picked her up and
carried her across the threshold and then gave her a long kiss once we were
inside. I got a hard on at now knowing that she was all mine in reality but
we didn't have time to use it as mum and dad with Julian arrived a few
minutes later.
     It was only after mum and dad had left did we say goodnight to Julian,
telling him to get his own dinner if he wanted to eat as we were going to
bed to now consummate our wedding. Which we did, not bothering about food
but only in us fucking each other as much as I was able to raise it up.

				     *

     It was two days later that we went on our honeymoon, getting to fuck
Julian and have him fuck me before we left, him having to stay behind for
neither of us wanted him along.
     We flew to the Bahamas in a Lyon Air jet that had a bedroom in it and
there we joined the mile high club during the flight. Well more than once,
moving myself in and out of Carol, seeing the fleecy white clouds below a
bright clear blue sky and then later letting her have the same view by
straddling me and sitting on my upright cock as she moved herself up and
down on me to get the desired result of having another orgasm.
     On landing at Nassau's airport, our passports were checked before we
boarded a small light sea plane to be taken to Lyon Island that had a
private beach that was for those people who had the desire to sun bathe
naked. We spent a part of every day on this section of beach, getting brown
all over, having Carol make sure that plenty of sun blocking cream was
rubbed well into my cock, giving me an erection that just had to be used
for us to fuck on the beach and water's edge, just like Burt Lancaster and
Deborah Kerr in that famous film, though we actually did fuck which wasn't
shown in the film. Carol said that it was the most erotic place to have sex
she'd ever had, feeling the sand being moved by the receding small waves
beneath her back and bum.
     It was a glorious fortnight of having the sea, sun, sand and sex on
the island. The room was superb with the biggest bathroom that you'd ever
find outside of an hotel and the food, well that was a gourmet's delight
for it was simply fabulous. Being an island, the main dishes were food from
the sea, Fish, prawns, crab and terrific lobsters though they did served
meat as well. I'm sure we both put on weight while there, but those two
weeks passed so quickly and remembered reading somewhere that "Time is a
fickle thing. Misery seems to last forever whilst joy passes in a flash."
Well that was how it seemed to us. The joy of frolicking naked at the
water's edge and then having sex out there in the open air, not caring if
we were seen as we fucked like it was going to be the last time in doing
so.
   (Ed. Read how this island came about in "Francis" in these editions.)
     But the departure time arrived and we had to then cover our really nut
brown bodies back into clothes for the flight back to England. We used the
bed again to fuck in that lovely aircraft that only carried twenty people
at a time, so it was more of a personal thing in getting all the attendance
that you required. The food served on the flight was as good as what the
island had offered.
     With having had that cabin with a bed in the plane and able to sleep
for most of the crossing of the Atlantic, we didn't suffer from jet lag
when we landed at Heathrow. We got a taxi to take us home and had a big
welcome from Julian when we got there. Read that as a big kiss each, on the
lips I might add. He oohed and aahed at seeing our brown faces and gave me
a smirk when I told him that it was the same colour all over and I felt
myself start to rise up at the thought of letting him see it, and while we
had lunch, thought of a way to do just that.
     `Have you got a driving licence Julian?' I asked when we'd finished
eating.
     `No. Why?' he said.
     `Well we've got a car sitting in the garage and you never know. There
might be a time, an emergency or something, that you would need to drive
it. So let's start today in giving you some driving lessons.' I said.
     So for an hour, we drove about across the lawns, keeping out of the
way of the workers and their materials, getting him used to the changing of
gears. I then drove us down to the far end of the property round a small
copse that was there in that three acres of ground and when out of sight of
the house and any other person, stopped the car and made him join me.
     `I need you Julian,' I said as I took his hand as he got out of the
car. `I need it badly.'
     `So do I,' he replied with a smile on his face. `But where?' he asked,
looking around.
     `Here, on the grass. We can't be seen, besides,' and gave him a
grin. `I want you to see my brown bum that I want you to fuck.'
     `Then you can have my white one,' he laughed and we both took our
clothes off and lay down naked on the grass as we kissed and let our cocks
get squashed between our bodies. It really was decadent to roll naked in
that soft greensward as we had a friendly tussle before I got out two
condoms from my trouser pocket. I gave the head of his cock a quick suck
before rolling the rubber down over it and getting up onto my knees to
present my rear end to him.
     `They really are a nice brown colour,' he said as he stroked both
cheeks before spreading them and give me the thrill of feeling his cock
head touch my rear entrance before pushing forward and filling me with his
throbbing cock. This was what I had been missing while away with Carol. A
big pulsating hard piece of flesh up inside me, smoothing the canal with
its moving as he fucked me. But his need of me was apparent as he didn't
last long in reaming my backside and was soon holding my hips tight as his
kept slamming up to my thighs as he jerked away in his ejaculation. I found
that I had been drooling as he moved himself inside me and just loved to
feel him throbbing inside me as he leaned on my back, not minding his
weight as he took in big gulps of air.
     `Christ, I needed that Randy,' he panted before he straightened up and
pulled out of me. I cried out at the loss but was quick to turn round and
push him onto his back as I pulled off the condom and sucked out what was
left inside that wonderful cock of his.
     Then it was my turn to fuck him and had him give my cock a suck before
putting the condom on me and presenting his white bum cheeks to me as I got
behind and in between his open legs. I could now see the marked difference
in the colour of our skins as I pushed my cock up into his backside. My
tanned thighs really showing the contrast that the sun had made to my body,
but white black or brown made no difference to a rampant cock being used in
that position and he kept giving out little cries of delight as I ploughed
his field that when I came to think about it, was all mine for he loved me
and I don't think he would have gone with any other man while I was around.
     It was after I had finished in the fucking of his lovely white bum and
had pulled out and after the sucking and cleaning up, we lay there in the
grass stroking each when I asked what I wanted him to do when the clinic
was up and running. I wanted him to do blood tests on us both to make sure
that we were both clean of anything that could be infectious as I would
really like it for both of us to have a fuck bare back sometimes, so as to
actually feeling the other coming inside and not imagine it filling a
condom.
      This he agreed to do as he would like that too and was pretty sure
that we were both clean by not having been with any other man like that
before. So in later months, we did get to fuck each other without the
protective rubber and were thrilled at feeling the sperm of the other
hitting and splashing the insides of our canals. This meant no sucking
afterwards until we had washed ourselves properly but both of us had
enjoyed our sex session out in the fresh air, the daring of it made it that
bit more exciting, and would do it more often during the summer months. But
it was not only our cocks that we sucked but our balls as well. It was nice
to take the whole sac in the mouth and gently move those plums round inside
with the tongue giving us both that extra thrill.
     Here endeth the first lesson in Julian's driving and had him drive us
back to the house, though it was me that drove it into the garage. I
thought he had done well. He was pleased too, in not only the lesson, and
agreed to having more, of both, over the next few weeks till he was more
confident in the using of the gear change and clutch control before going
to a driving school to find out what it's like when out on a road with
other traffic.
     I think Carol guessed that we'd had sex when we returned at seeing the
happy expression on Julian's face which didn't escape her notice, but she
didn't make any comment.
     Though we had slept on the plane and didn't appear to suffer from jet
lag, we still were quite tired when it came to dinner time and so, as soon
as we had finished, we went to bed. The tiredness didn't stop me from
becoming aroused at seeing Carol naked on the bed with her legs open and a
big smile on her face.
     So in between those sun tanned thighs I went, laying down and parting
the lips of her labia and poking my tongue inside. Her clit was a tight
little bud I saw and felt with my tongue and made her squirm every time it
went across it before flicking up into her vagina. It didn't take long
before her thighs tried to squash my head as she began to buck as she fast
approached her orgasm, heaving her hips up to my mouth and then shuddered
as she came to muted screams of pleasure and relief.
     When she had relaxed and freed my head, I began to kiss my way up her
body, wiping my wet chin on her stomach as I tongued the navel before
licking the underside of her breasts. Taking time to nibble on the hard
nipples before kissing further upwards, my body now covering her and
feeling my cock finding its own way up the flare path of her emission and
moving inside her. Her legs had widened even more as I did so, and coming
up to allow me to move even further inside that hot interior and have her
use her muscles there, flexing themselves all round my throbbing cock.
     We kissed before I raised myself up onto my elbows, allowing her to
breath more easily as I began to move in my fucking of her, getting that
lovely smile from her as her hands had come up to hold my shoulders.
     Being bi-sexual gives you the delight and pleasure of fucking the
tightness of a man's backside and the softness of a woman's vagina and the
added bonus of loving the hardness of man using you in the same way at
having a throbbing prick massaging your back passage. I couldn't get enough
of both and because of having these thoughts in the process of fucking my
wife, came much sooner than I wanted but managed to keep on my moving
inside her to bring her up to her second orgasm. Bucking away like a rodeo
bronco as she went through the joy of having another sexual relief, digging
her fingers into my shoulders as she finally shuddered as she came, before
slowly subsiding underneath me.
     Many kisses followed this and tried to hold me as I pulled out,
breathing heavily as I rolled over onto my back to then get the pleasure of
her sucking on my still hard erection until it began to wilt. Giving up
this flogging of a dead horse, she came back up for us to kiss and cuddle
before falling asleep.
     The building work was progressing at quite a pace now and it was time
to start interviewing the people that we would need to staff the place. Her
and Julian spent time with the computer, contacting the various
organisations such as nursing and medical giving out our requirements and
what the job involved, and later got many applicants by return. I had been
given the mundane task of finding suppliers of medical equipment,
furniture, bedding and all the small things that we needed to make the
place warm and comfortable and completely viable and would come up to the
standards that the booklets I had first got, specified.
     They had also put adverts into various catering magazines in respect
of finding a cook and other places for cleaners. The main point was that
they would have to live in and room share, except the cook. This was
because they had to be on call at all times and this staff list was decided
on the number of bedrooms that we had in the house. With it being eight,
they had to be enough. Carol and I would have the main bedroom, that went
without saying. Julian would have his own room as would the cook. A kitchen
hand, male, would be needed and would share a room with a male cleaner and
another for a female cleaner to share with the reception clerk who would
see to the filing of the patients notes. Six nurses would be needed sharing
the other three rooms and would work in shifts, two at night and four
during the day, changing around every three months.
     Carol would be the acting matron with Julian being the head nurse. I
would have the role of being the administrator and financial manager, as
well as being the owner of the yet un-named place we would run. The name
gave us a problem for we were neither a hospital or clinic as such, nor
were we what you would call an old people's home for we would not be giving
long time care, only short time. That is taking people in for the period
after hospital treatment but still needing to be looked after until fit to
return to their own homes therefore releasing much needed beds in the local
hospitals.
     Our limit would be thirty patients, half of which we wanted to be
those that are under a medi-care organisation that would pay us for this
care and the government giving us something for those on the National
Health scheme. Money from these would be needed not only for the paying of
staff but for the medications that they would require as well as all the
other costs that would be involved in keeping them there, such as food,
laundry bills etc.
     I found that being the administrator a full time job and thoroughly
enjoyed it as it all started to come together over those last few weeks of
the construction. An eagle eye had been kept on this to make sure it was
all being done to our satisfaction and was finally giving an expected date
of it being finished. The building first and then the repairing of the
grounds that had been churned up, now looking like a scene out of a first
world war film.
     At the very outset of all this, I had got my lawyer to set up a
charity foundation so that all the money I would put in would give me
relief in the taxation side of things and would ensure that we would be a
non profit organisation thereby keeping the tax man away though still
having to have a yearly audit to prove this. I would organise a qualified
doctor, on a retainer, to visit us once a month to pronounce fit, the
patients who we thought were now able to be released.
     The building was finished, though the grounds still not, and we were
able to get in the carpet fitters first for the lounge, and then start to
have everything being brought in at different times to furnish and equip
us. This took two weeks and we were ready to open after being given the all
clear by the various government departments, such as Health and Safety,
adequate and professional staff being employed and a few other minor
details.
     Regarding our cook; after many interviews leading up to our opening,
Carol finished up with a short list of four, and unknown to them, we
visited the places where they worked for us to have a meal and merit them
on what they produced in their kitchens until the three of us agreed on
which one to accept. The nurses were selected by Carol and Julian by
interviews and time spent in the profession while I chose the cleaners and
kitchen hand. Each signed a year's contract that laid out the rules and
wage to be paid, non negotiable for the whole year but then reviewed after
a full year. A month's notice to be given by both sides and instant
dismissal for wilful damage or misbehaviour or disregard to the rules laid
down.
     Having been given the seal of approval by all the inspectors, we then
took on the staff and settled them down in the house and their rooms just
prior to our opening day. This was attended by the Minister of Health, the
Mayor of Kingston being the major visitors and of course they had to bring
along their aides as well as some of the press to report, my parents too
were there. We actually appeared on the television in a news program,
showing the whole building and of the mayor cutting a tape and announcing
this welcome addition to the health and welfare of the local people of
Kingston and outer areas.
     The cook showed his expertise in cooking a lunch for all the guests
and over all, the day was a great success and that night in bed, Carol was
over the moon at now being in charge of running a clinic as she felt one
should be run. What sex we had that night, giving her four orgasms and
completely knackering me in the process. I spent time the next day in
pleasing Julian and having him please me by us fucking each other as well
as sucking on our rampant organs.
     With the local hospitals knowing of our opening, we were full by the
second day, having them delivered by ambulances and it was a hectic few
days to get them all recorded and start our filing system.
     I had underestimated the total cost by quite a bit, the whole thing
costing just under six million pounds, but worth it and still had a few
left. Having first obtained this money by the fraudulent will I had
written, it was being put to good use and therefore didn't have any regrets
in having done so.
     I was now married to a beautiful woman that enjoyed sex as much as I
did, and through a mistake just after we had first met, got turned into
being bi-sexual and now wanted a man to fuck me and had found that Julian
was the ideal man for this purpose, though he was really a
homosexual. Julian had now, with us having male sex almost daily, came out
and told me that he loved me, even though I was married to Carol. Mind you,
this he didn't say it in front of Carol but in bed one day after us just
having fucked each other.
     So with everybody happy, I was too and glad that I had once been a
guinea pig.

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