Carol lay in bed, ears pricked to hear if Ray had really left this time. She was tired but couldn't stop thinking about the previous evening. She was as guilty as hell but thinking about what she had done made her horny. She drew her knees up, slipped her hand between her legs, and settled her fingers amongst her tender folds.

She tried to ease her guilt by telling herself that Ray had all but admitted he had tried to get into one of the show model's pants at the after-show diner. She had surreptitiously questioned him about it that morning, but he obviously did not remember what he had told her when rotten drunk the night before and was very evasive. So she didn't push him, but she found that knowing about his supposed indiscretion didn't ease her conscience.

Still guilty or not, she knew it was senseless beating herself up about it now. The fact was it had happened, and it was the most incredible sexual experience she had ever had. She smiled at the thought that most women would never experience a night like that, so she had to learn to live with the fact and treat it as a one-off slip-up.

She couldn't stop her mind from returning to the night's events. And lay there trying to put some semblance of order to what the guys had done with her. Her fingers started sliding around in her quim, as a vivid picture formed of her lying on her back with Kurt above her. He had her knees pressed hard against her chest, and she remembered that DJ had been kneeling behind her, lifting her head, so she could watch Kurt's glistening pole disappear into her squirming body.

Kurt had talked dirty to her, calling her a dirty little married bitch, and a slut; he used numerous other depraved expressions as well. The depravity of his filthy language made her face blush crimson, but fuck, had it turned her on. Ray hardly ever spoke during their lovemaking and never used any dirty language. She wondered if she should encourage Ray to talk dirty to her and if it would have the same effect on her as Kurt's swearing had.

She was trying to remember where that particular fuck had been in the dozen or more positions she recollected them taking her in. When she heard the door lock click. Someone was entering the room. She knew the time was going on 9:00, so a bit early for the room maid, but who else could it be?

"I thought we had put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Can you come back later?" Carol called out.

There was silence, and opening her eyes, she saw DJ standing beside the bed, giving her one of his best smiles.

Carol panicked and swung her legs out of bed, ignoring the fact that her nightdress was bunched up at her waist, "You should not be here. You lied to me. You did have my room key!"

"I didn't; Kurt had it. And evidently, you gave him your room number. He gave it to me this morning as he left for work."

"Well, you can't be here," she said, pulling her nightdress down and giving him an angry look.

"I know. But I booked a flight over the Grand Canyon at 10:00, so get dressed, and we need to go."

"I agreed to yesterday, and only yesterday. As much as I enjoyed it, it was a huge mistake on my part. I have a family to think of. I can't put that in jeopardy!"

"You said you were doing nothing today, and one of the guys from the bike racing called. He says he has some spare seats for a flight over the Grand Canyon, and there will be no charge if I bring you along for him to perv at. I promise I will behave myself."

"Shit! I'm not worried about your behaviour. It's my own I'm worried about. I've just been lying here trying to understand what I did last night. Do you realise what it is doing to me, my being unfaithful, doing stuff I never believed I was capable of. Not being able to look my husband in the eye, nor knowing what I should say to him."

"Sorry, Yesterday was a first for me as well. Kurt and I have fooled around, but nothing like that. How are you with your husband?"

"He was absolutely hammered when I got home, and he had to race away early this morning. So we have only spoken a few words to each other. But I'm worried he will, at some stage, recollect the time and condition I was in when I arrived home. Also, you gave me some hickies; if he sees those, I'm in deep shit."

"Oh! Sorry, I definitely did not give you those. Anyway, will you come flying with me? I want to talk, and you are right; we should get away from here."

Carol was hesitant. She knew she bloody well shouldn't. But sitting around in the room until Ray returned at 4:00 didn't hold much promise for her. Besides, she thought, she couldn't get into much trouble doing a tour out to the Canyon, which she had hoped to do on the trip.

"Alright. I'll get dressed. But I have to be back here by 3:00 pm. If you can absolutely promise me that, I'm on."

"You will need to bring your passport to get on the plane; it is a federal requirement."

"You're not going to highjack me and fly me to Canada, are you?" She said, turning to look for something to wear.

"I would love to. Shall we elope?"

She shook her head at him, then picked out some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. She gave herself a once over with the flannel, reasonably sufficient, as she had scrubbed herself silly in the shower only six hours earlier. She brushed her hair, touched up the concealer on her neck, a touch of lipstick, and then donned a blue lacy bra and thong. She sorted through her clothes and decided on a short dirty grey denim skirt and a white rib-knit halter top. Sneakers seemed the best choice for the Grand Canyon; once she had donned those, she stepped back into the bedroom and motioned to DJ that she was ready.

Carol nervously followed DJ out of the hotel, worried they would run into one of the other wives or one of Ray's workmates. But they saw no one, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she was seated in DJ's Durango. DJ stopped at a drive-in fast food place and got them both Bacon and egg muffins and coffees. Then they settled in for the half-hour drive to the airfield.

She quizzed DJ about the trip. He explained that one of the riders she had met at the bike track the day before was a pilot and had invited them to fly out to the Grand Canyon that morning. He said they would fly over the Hoover Dam before flying down the Grand Canyon and landing at Bar 10 Ranch. At the Ranch, they could tour the Canyon on a quadbike, but her 3 o'clock time limit may curtail them from doing that. But they would have time to have lunch at the Ranch.

At the airfield, DJ  introduced her to Adam, the pilot. She remembered him. He had won a race the day before and had spent some time talking to her over drinks. She had also met his wife, so she felt more comfortable about the trip.

Adam went over the trip's plans and said he would try and get them a quadbike, so they could go to an old lookout point that was only fifteen minutes from the Ranch.

They walked out to the small plane. Carol got the shock of her life. On the tarmac was a couple she knew from back home. Russell and Tracy; she didn't know them that well, only having met them a couple of times. A friend of hers, Mary, had introduced them at a party. But she remembered them as Russell had hit on her that night and tried again at their next party. She was mortified that he was so openly chatting her up but heard later that they were swingers.

Turning and seeing her, Tracy rushed over, "Gosh, what a surprise meeting you in a place like this. Where is Ray, and who is this gorgeous man?" She asked, blatantly running her eyes over DJ's lean hard muscled body. She took in his good looks, and then her eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts before returning to look to Carol for an answer to her question.

"Ray is at the trade show, Carol stuttered." Then pulling herself together, "DJ here is a friend of a friend and playing at being my guide for the day."

Tracy gave her a sceptical look, then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "He's gorgeous. I hope you have fucked him."

Carol reacted in indignation, "I certainly haven't. How could you say that?"

Tracy replied with a condescending, somewhat cynical look on her face, "Yes, Mary has told me how pure you are. So, of course, you haven't."

Their brief conversation was cut short as Adam yelled out for them to board the plane, a Cessna Caravan rigged to take twelve passengers. He directed the others to the front seats and asked DJ and Carol to go to the back, something to do with balance. Double seats were on one side, and a single seat on the other. Then, asking them all to take a window seat for the take-off and landing and that they could get together once in the air, he busied himself with his pre-departure checks.

Once in the air, DJ moved over to sit beside Carol and placed a hand on her knee. She snapped her head up, checking to make sure Tracy had not noticed but registered that they would see little through the seat backs, even if they bothered to turn around. So she left his hand where it rested. But when his fingers started creeping up the inside of her thigh, she grabbed his hand and held it from moving any higher, "Not here!"

However, his touch re-kindled an amoral need, and flashing images of the night before flashed behind her eyes. She looked to DJ and asked, "I don't remember much of last night. There are snippets, but I can't seem to put them in any order. That's what I was thinking about when you came into our room this morning. I was trying to arrange the night's events in order so I could come to grips with what had happened."

Blushing, she looked away and asked, "Could you tell me what you guys did with me?"

Feeling very uncomfortable himself, DJ asked her what she remembered.

"I remember you and me making love, then Kurt was there," She said, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Kurt tit fucked you, then anal. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, but after that, it is a bit of a blur."

"Well, you came pretty hard during the anal, but afterwards, you wanted Kurt to leave, and you asked me to make love to you."

A vivid image flashed into her mind. She was on her back, DJ lifting her knees onto her chest and watching him impale her. Kurt hadn't left. Instead, he knelt behind her on the bed, lifting her head so she could watch DJ fucking her. Worse still, she remembered vividly seeing Kurt's warm fluids dribbling out of her bum, making a mess on the bed cover.

"Oh god! I remember that."

"Should I stop? This is obviously distressing you."

"No! I need to know all of it, please. Don't leave anything out."

"You had another orgasm that brought me off again. I couldn't believe I came so fast for the third time that evening and the fourth time that day. It was so erotic watching you that Kurt got horny again, and we swapped positions."

"I remember that bit; that's what I was visualising as you entered my room this morning."

"Well, Kurt started talking dirty, I was embarrassed for you, but you seemed to love it. I think the dirty names he was calling you had a lot to do with the massive orgasm you had. You were exhausted after it, so we got you a drink and let you rest for a bit. I carried you to the bathroom when you finished your drink and helped clean you up."

DJ stopped talking and stiffened. Looking up, Carol saw that Russell, camera in hand, was walking back towards them. DJ rose and stood in Russell's way, saying something in his ear, then stooped almost double; he came back and sat beside her again. She noticed Russell give them a worried look, then turn and sit down.

"What did you say to him?"

"I told him that you had said if he took your photo, I was to smash his camera and throw it out the window. He made a comment about the windows being sealed shut. I just looked him in the eye until he backed down."

At that moment, Adam announced they were coming up on Lake Mead and that he would do two passes of the Hoover Dam so that both sides could get good pictures.

DJ's hand returned to nestle between her legs as he leaned over to take in the view. Again desire crept through her body. She wondered how she could be horny again after so much sex the night before.

"Tell me more about what happened?"

DJ's head was close to hers as they took in the views. She got her phone out and snapped some photos of the dam and lake as he spoke quietly in her ear.

"My cleaning you up in the bathroom got you horny again, so I carried you out onto the balcony. You were naked. I had undressed you in the bathroom. You asked me to take photos of you with the Strips lights in the background. You did some sexy poses for me, then leaned on the rail to take in the view. You were sexily wiggling your arse and waving a crooked finger at me. I didn't need much encouragement. I was already hard, and I took you from behind. Kurt came out on the balcony and joined us. By this stage, you had lost all your inhibitions. You eagerly kissed him and asked him to play with your tits. And when I finally came, you asked Kurt to take over and ordered him to be rough. So he went to town on you; I was scared he would launch you over the railing."

"I remember us being out on the balcony," then gasping, she asked, "Did you use your phone or mine?"

"I used my own and took other photos during the night. Kurt also took photos of us."

Seeing Carol's shock at learning this, he hurried to explain, "Please, don't be upset. No one but Kurt or I will ever see those photos. I promise. Kurt is super discreet, I know he has many photos of women he has been with, but he never shares them, not even with me."

"If I give you my email, will you send me the photos? And Kurt's photos as well, please."

"Of course, I was going to ask for your email so I could write."

Just then, the plane dipped into the Grand Canyon. The views were so spectacular that all conversation ceased. After flying around the Canyon, Adam asked everyone to return to their window seats as they were about to land.

When they disembarked the plane, Adam informed them he was returning with a small group at around 2:00 pm, so they should be waiting at the airfield, ready to leave.

An air-conditioned van was waiting to take them to the Bar 10 ranch. Tracy got in last and sat on the other side of Carol. As they drove to the Ranch, Tracy told her they were staying the night at the Ranch and would be rafting down the Colorado River the following day. Carol was greatly relieved to learn that she was unlikely to see the couple again. Then Tracy asked Carol how she knew the pilot. Carol replied that she had met him and DJ the day before when she was with some friends.

"Well, he's got the hots for you. Can't take his eyes off you," and with a twinkle in her eye, "If you don't want the black guy, I'll have him, and you can have the pilot. I can get rid of Russell, and we have a bedroom here!"

Summoning up her most appalled expression, Carol shook her head at Tracy, "I don't want to offend you, but I think that is distasteful." Then changing the subject, she asked how long they were in Vegas. She hoped her response had diverted Tracy's mind away from her having any ideas about her having been unfaithful.

A subdued Tracy answered, "We have another week. What about you?"

"I have to be back at our hotel by 3:00. Ray will be finished at the show around 4:00, and we will be on a coach for LA soon after."

They rolled into the Bar10 Ranch, and a worried Carol watched as Tracy and her husband walked off to the reception. She wondered if she had managed to negate all of Tracy's suspicions or if the couple would use the knowledge to harass her in the future.

DJ took in her worried composure, "Cheer up. They are gone. I watched her reaction, and I'm certain your act back there quelled any suspicions she had."

A staff member was waiting for them. He introduced himself as Brian and explained that the quadbikes were all booked. But he had a two-seat ATV they could use. It had a luggage tray at the back, and he had already loaded it with chairs, a rug, etc.

Carol saw Brian give DJ a wink when he mentioned the rug, etc., and she blushed with embarrassment. Brian didn't notice her discomfort and explained that he had arranged a picnic basket, which would be ready in ten to fifteen minutes. Then telling them to sit there beside the ATV, he strode away.

They sat down on a covered swinging chair by the ATV, and Carol asked DJ to finish telling her about the night before.

"Where were we up to?" Asked DJ.

"You had just finished telling me about us out on the balcony."

Are you sure you want to hear all of this? I can see it is embarrassing, even distressing for you?"

"Yes, everything. I need to know. I'm realising there is another me I know nothing about, and I have to come to terms with that."

"I think I understand. Okay, well, we started getting a bit cold, so Kurt picked you up and carried you inside. He dropped you beside me on the couch and then raided the minibar. I covered you with a throw, and we sat and talked. At least Kurt and I did; you just cuddled beside me and sipped on your drink. You were pretty buggered and had gone silent. But after a while, probably half an hour or more, you put the glass down, pulled the throw over your head, bent down and took me in your mouth, and tried to get me hard again. Do you remember that?"

"No, I don't remember anything after the balcony."

"We should leave the rest then."

"No, tell me everything."

"It got a bit dirty. Are you sure?"

Carol hesitated. Did she really want to know? But not knowing it would just gnaw away at her in the coming months, she replied, "I'm guessing if it got dirty, then there are photos, so you had better tell me what I did so it is not too big a surprise."

"Yes, there will be photos, and I saw Kurt standing his phone up on the sideboard, so there might even be video. Sorry!"

"Oh, Fuck! What did you do to me?"

DJ looked at Carol sheepishly, "It wasn't that I did anything. It was as much you as either of us..… Kurt pulled the throw away, pulled you half off the couch so you were kneeling on the floor, and then took you from behind. You went crazy, I was getting hard, and you tried to get all of me down your throat. At the same time, you were thrusting your hips against Kurt, urging him to fuck you harder. Moments later, you asked Kurt to fuck you in the arse again. We both asked if you were sure, as you had said your butt hurt after the first time. You got aggressive, swore at Kurt, and repeated, that you wanted him to fuck your arse hard."

"Are you sure you didn't dream this, or are you making it up? I can't believe I would have done that."

"It's true. You will see I'm not lying when I send you the video. You went ape-shit, Kurt took you in your butt again and hammered away, You moaning for him to fuck you harder and urged him to talk dirty to you again. It went on for quite a long time. After you finally came, you crawled up beside me and flaked out. It was then that I saw the time. It took me some time to rouse you enough to get you back in the bathroom, dressed and down to the car to take you home."

Carol sat and mulled over these new revelations. Memories of all he had told her were coming back. She recalled how incredibly turned on she had been and was beginning to get horny just thinking about it.

She was jolted out of her dream by Brian returning with a food hamper and an ice bin. He gave DJ instructions on where they should go, showed DJ the controls and watched them drive away.

They drove for five minutes along the main road before heading up a farm track onto a higher plateau. Minutes later, they pulled up alongside an overhanging rock that afforded shade and offered views of the surrounding mesa.

DJ looked out at the view and asked Carol, "Isn't this spectacular?"

She joined him and put her arm around his waist, "It is, but not anything like what I see at home. Our walks are mostly through forests, rivers, waterfalls and snowcapped mountains. This vista is very different, but it is awe-inspiring."

She snuggled into DJ, "I want you to lay out the blanket that Brian so kindly provided and make love to me one last time."

Laughing, DJ replied, "Let's eat first, I'm hungry, and I think I'm going to need the energy."

They laid the rug and a high-density exercise mat on the rough ground. Then, remembering Bruce's wink and knowing he would be imagining what they were up to, she wondered how she would face him when they returned to the Ranch.

The kitchen had provided barbecued meats, salads, and a bottle of Champaign in the ice box. They tucked in, both ravenously hungry. DJ filled her glass but only half filled his own, so he could toast her.

When they had finished eating, he asked her if she would strip and pose for him. He wanted photos to remember her by and said the ones he had taken the previous evening might not be that good because of the lack of light.

Carol hesitated at first, but after all he had told her about the night before and the fact he already had some photos, she thought, what the hell.

She slipped the white halter top from her shoulders, letting it fall to the dirt. Then slid the denim skirt slowly down her thighs, wriggling out of it, then kicking it over by her top. DJ started snapping photos with his phone. Then, standing in her sheer blue bra, panties and sneakers, she began to sway her hips. Flashes of her doing this the night before ran through her mind, and although embarrassed, she struck up some sexy poses for him.

DJ gestured for her to continue stripping. Checking up and down the trail to make sure they were alone, She gingerly unhooked her bra and let it fall away from her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his gaze. Then she slid off her panties, revealing her blond bushy snatch. She saw the dampness in her panties and disconcertingly realised just how aroused this was making her.

But Carol found she was relishing her newfound brazenness, and unashamed, she struck some poses that would have made a sailor blush. She held her hand up, motioning DJ to stay where he was. Then, stepping away to retrieve her phone, she called out. "You have to strip as well. I want some photos of you."

Watching DJ as he hurriedly undressed, She danced around him, snapping off photos. After a bit, he balanced his phone on a rock ledge, put it on timer mode then grabbed her for some selfies. Laughing and acting like they were teenagers again, they took up several poses together. At first, they were proper poses, but after only a couple, they started striking stupid ones, then some sexy ones.

They checked the photos and posed again for a couple that did not come out right. Then Carol dragged DJ down onto the mat with her. They kissed and held each other tight.

DJ whispered in her ear, "I don't want this to end. I want to be together forever."

"I know, I feel the same. But you understand that for a multitude of reasons, the next few hours will be all we can have."

With that, Carol rolled onto him and glued her lips to his. DJ reached his arms around her, one hand on her neck, drawing her close. The other hand slipped to her butt and snuck down the furrow between her cheeks. Carol could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her stomach.

She rolled to one side and took him in her hand. He was hard. His cock seemed larger today, gloriously thick, his knob glistening with pre-cum. She engulfed his shaft and started to work his cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted to pleasure him, give him a performance that would stay in his memory for years, even after he was married.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling around it as her head bobbed up and down. When he started groaning from her efforts, she lifted and asked, "Do you want to cum? I want to swallow you and taste you. But I also want you to fill me with your spunk, so if it is one or the other, then I want you in me now."

DJ looked at his watch, "We have time for both; swallow my cum bitch."

She did not flinch at his words. It was what she wanted, dirty talk. It pressed a button she had never realised existed before.

She bent back to his cock. It was glistening wet, large and pulsing. She tried to take as much of it as she could without gagging. With one eye, she glanced up at his beautiful face. God, he was handsome; she couldn't believe he was still single. Then quickening her pace, she felt him start to throb in her mouth. Her eyes watered as she tried to relax her gag reflex and let him push deeper into her throat.

She lifted her eyes to his and stayed still as he started moving in and out. He put both hands on her head, holding her as he drove his cock past her lips. While Carol gasped and fought against the urge to gag, he forced himself deeper. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Then as the first jet of cum shot down her throat, she pulled her head away, gagging and gasping for air. But she kept stroking him and directed the following ejaculations onto her face. She was astounded when she came; he hadn't even touched her. And a hot squirt of her womanly fluids gushed onto the dirt.

"That's it," DJ urged. "A Vegas hooker couldn't have sucked me better than that. Now roll over, I want to return the favour and taste you."

Unbelievably, she felt a glow of pride at his filthy dialogue. And rolling onto her back, she opened her legs wide.

Carol tried to calm her beating heart. She lay back and relished the feelings as he lapped at her wet, dripping cunt. Unabashedly, she used her fingers to scoop his jism from her face into her mouth. Then when her fingers were clean, she let one hand slip down to tease her incredibly sensitive clit. The other she used to pull his face hard against her wet folds. They were engorged and parted, pulsing slightly, responding to how wickedly depraved she was feeling.

The good girl, Caroline, was somewhere back in Vegas. The woman lying on her back in the desert, knees spread wide, was depraved and willing, turned on by what she had done and still hungry for more.

DJ must have felt her need as he dropped his head and began tonguing her butt. His probing in her little brown hole had it clenching to grasp his tongue. She moaned her pleasure and cried out, "Oh! For god's sake. Don't stop!"

"You like that, don't you?" DJ murmured. "I'll bet your husband doesn't lick your asshole like I am. I reckon I can get you to cum again and swear like a dirty whore as you do."

His words made her shudder in anticipation. She felt a surge of desire and started to grind her cunt on his face, attempting even more stimulus. DJ inserted two fingers and searched for her G-spot to satisfy her need. His tongue continued to thrust into her butt, and at last, she felt the beginnings of another climax forming.

It built fast and came upon her like a freight train. It was huge, and her back arched up from the mat. DJ continued working his tongue in intensely between her cheeks until he felt her spasms start to subside. She looked down at him in wonder and saw she had ejaculated a burst of creamy cum all over his face.

They rolled apart, both panting for breath. DJ searched in the hamper and found some wet wipes, and they both cleaned themselves before falling back into each other arms.

Lying still, her heart finally starting to slow, Carol asked how much longer they had. Looking at his watch, "About an hour, I reckon, before we need to make tracks."

"God, I'm so sensitive and tender down there. I have had more sex in the last two days than I have had for the last year. And rough dirty sex, which I have never had before. Yet I still want more."

"Give me ten minutes. You could tell me what your dirtiest fantasy is. That should get me going again."

"I don't remember having any dirty fantasies. Oh, wait, when I was in my teens, one of my girlfriends told a group of us girls about having sex with her boyfriend. We all asked her questions and her description had us asking how she knew what to do, as her description made her sound way more experienced than her boyfriend. She told us she had spent the previous summer holidaying with her Uncle and Aunt. She had secretly followed them into the dunes one day and watched them make love."

Carol saw DJ's cock begin to swell, and so she started embellishing her story.

"Jenny said that in the two weeks she stayed with them, she watched them have sex at least half a dozen times. And she thought her Uncle knew she was watching, as he positioned her Aunt in more exposed positions each time she watched them. Also, he became very forward in asking her questions about what she did with her boyfriends.

DJ's cock was fully erect now, standing away from his body and seeming to pulse with a life of its own.

She continued, "That night, I lay in bed, picturing Jenny's Aunt and Uncle making love in the dunes. And I fingered myself to more than one orgasm." She explained that they were different orgasms from any she had before, much more substantial. "I played with myself and fantasised about watching people many times after that."

DJ stood and lifted Carol to her feet, then bent her over, facing the rock face.

"Well, my beautiful Caroline, shut your eyes and imagine you are watching them now. Do you want it in your cunt or in your bottom?"

Carol placed her hands against the rock for balance, "Both, please, and I want it hard and dirty."

Carol hadn't got the last word from her mouth when she felt him slam his cock into her abused cunt. His engorged shaft spread her labia apart, stretching her wide and making her writhe away. Her head nearly hit the cliff face; he slammed into her so hard. Fortunately, she was dripping wet, or he would have hurt her. Instead, she felt her cunt contracting around his thick shaft, trying to hold him as he started withdrawing.

She steadied herself on the wall as he withdrew almost entirely, then braced as he rammed his cock back deep inside her again. It forced a rapturous moan to escape her lips, the pleasured pain being something she did not remember experiencing before.

"Do you like that, you little slut? Is my fucking you getting your rocks off?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop. Fuck my tight white cunt." She gasped. The raw and degrading sex aroused her in a way she still did not fully understand.

She moved her hands down the rock face and curved her spine so that her arse was up in the air. This new angle made it easier to feel his cock throbbing in her sheath, and she began to jerk herself back, meeting his every thrust. He felt her intense need and slid a hand underneath and searched out her clit, which he roughly started frigging.

She felt another orgasm building and ground herself harder against him, craving him to fill her completely and satisfy her unhealthy desires.

DJ pulled out abruptly. She felt his fingers sliding into her raw, abused cunt. He slid them in and out a few times until they dripped wet with her juice and smeared her creamy excretions on her tight asshole. Her body shuddered in anticipation as she felt him smearing her fluids on her hole. Her sphincter tightened on the invading finger he was pushing into her. It instinctively clenched to keep the invading finger out.

But she knew this was what she needed and forced herself to relax as his probing finger lubricated her hole. Then, pushing back against him, she tensed up again as he slid two fingers in, right up to the knuckles.

"Nice and tight," DJ mused. "You haven't been fucked in the arse much, have you?"

"Noooo," Carol whimpered, trying not to cum. She wanted this feeling to last.

He slid his cock back into her cunt, thrusting several times until it was well coated. And then, finally, he withdrew and pressed himself against her eager, puckered bud.

He reached an arm around until his fingers were against her clit again, teasing it expertly until her excitement had her pushing back against him. As he circled her clit, rolling it between his fingers, she felt a new gush of juices dribbling down her thighs. Now distracted and still fighting to hold a massive climax at bay, he forcefully pushed his cock past her sphincter. She let out a loud gasp as his engorged knob worked past her resistant ring until his entire cock was deep inside.

The sharp initial pain had temporarily held back her climax, but it surged to life again as he slowly worked the entire length of his shaft in and out of her arse. The heady combination of pleasure and pain was too much. Her toes clenched, and a white heat suddenly had every muscle in her body spasming as her orgasm hit.

Carol couldn't think of swear words bad enough to describe the pleasure she was feeling, so she lamely murmured, "It feels good. Oh god, it feels so good. Keep fucking me. I don't want you to stop."

Her cunt contracted in delicious spasms as his invading shaft hammered into her rear. Her arms were getting sore from holding her face away from the rock.

Unfortunately for Carol, her climax had also tipped DJ over the edge. He grasped her hips with both hands and rammed several quick thrusts into her bum. Then gasping for air, he went ridged, and she felt his cock throb and eject spurts of his seed deep within her bowels.

Carol was so aroused and horny that she reached back and grabbed his wrists to stop him from withdrawing, as waves of ecstasy ran through her. The long blinding white orgasm that had rocked her to the core slowly subsided. And she sank to her knees on the exercise mat before rolling onto her back.

DJ lay down beside her. She felt used, abused, and so beautifully violated, all of them simultaneously. But then, a negative thought slipped into her mind. She wondered if she could look Ray in the eyes in a couple of hours.

"What is the time?" She asked DJ.

"We still have half an hour before we need to head back to the Ranch."

At that moment, DJ's phone rang. He reached over Carol, put the phone to his ear and listened. He gave some acknowledging sounds and then hung up.

'Who was that?"

"Brian, he says that Adam has radioed. He is running early, and we should get packed and down to the airstrip. He says to leave the ATV by the shed and that he will pick it up later."

DJ stopped Carol as she rose, "Lie still, I'll clean you up, we have time, and Adam can wait a few minutes if he's there before us."

He fetched the wet wipes and wiped his ejaculation from her face and hair. Then he rolled her over, cleaned her back, and pressed her legs apart to wipe that mess.

"Look how wet you are. That turned you on, didn't it?" And scooping up some of her mess, he brought his fingers up to her face. Carol opened her mouth without a second thought and greedily licked his fingers clean. Then he leaned in and aggressively kissed her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and battled with her tongue.

They hurriedly dressed, packed everything onto the ATV, and then drove down to the airfield. Adam couldn't have been there long, as the eight passengers had only just started climbing into the air-conditioned van when they arrived.

Adam gave Carol a smirk and asked what she had been doing.

"Nothing much," she snapped.

He laughed and told her the dirt on her back told a different story. And then he hustled them aboard, started the plane and soon had them in the air on their way back to Vegas.

DJ and Carol were quiet on the flight back; both lost in thought as they looked out the window of the small plane at the grandiose vista below.

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DJ pulled up behind the Luxor at 2:45. He turned to Carol, "You have been quiet and miles away since we boarded the plane. Did I cross a line and upset you with my behaviour on the mesa? I thought you wanted me to act that way, as when Kurt treated you rough, you seemed to get off ten times stronger than when I made love to you. I've never treated a woman like that before, it's not who I am, but I behaved that way, thinking it was what you wanted."

"Oh, DJ, it's not you that I'm upset with! On the contrary, you have been wonderful, and the sex we had was incredible. It's just that I am trying to get my mind around all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. You must realise that the woman you just made love to on the mesa bears no resemblance to the Carol you picked up walking back to her hotel two days ago."

DJ nodded, "You are the same beautiful woman to me. I don't think you have changed."

Carol gave DJ a sad smile and sighed, "The Carol you met on Friday was happily married. She had only slept with a couple of men before and had been absolutely faithful for the past ten years of her marriage. Her life revolved around her husband, two children, family, and friends. But now I'm trying to reconcile the fact that there is a second Carol, a dirty slut who loves deviant sex with black men. She likes it rough and will drop her knickers anywhere and anytime. I'm terrified of how this new Carol will affect that old Carol's perfect life. Do you understand?”

“I guess so.”

“I have to go.” She said as she pulled out a slip of paper from her bag and wrote down an email address. “Write to me, not every day though; once a month would be nice, and send me the photos.”

DJ raced around to her door and helped her down. Then took her in his arms and passionately kissed her.

Carol tore herself away, noting his dejected puppy dog expression. She lifted her hand and touched her lips as she walked to the Luxor’s door. She wanted to lock his feeling and taste in her memory.

She didn’t know it, but she was observed from one of the Spa’s windows. A woman stood behind the glass with a thoughtful, bemused expression on her face.