It was the devil that made me do it. Well, OK, it was pure spiteful anger at my husband -- my ex husband, Karl. The son of a bitch had given me all kinds of woe and then to top it off by sending me snapshots of himself and his bimbo girl friend fooling around on a beach in Mexico . . . yeah, it was then I really blew my top. Something I talked about with Magda, my best friend. She's a pretty crazy character is Magda, but perhaps that's why we're friends. I'm maybe too straight and she's always been one for bending the rules, if not straight out breaking them.

"Krystal," she said, "Give him a taste of his own medicine. Send him some photos of you enjoying yourself with a total hunk."

That made me smile: "I don't know any perfect hunks."

And Magda had smiled straight back: "Maybe not, but I do. How about I arrange a photo session for you that'll blow what's-his-name's brain like swigging down a straight bottle of tequila?"

My mouth went into overdrive before my brain had even started turning: "Sure, go ahead."

She was back next day, grinning: "All fixed, honey. Wait until you see Helmut -- believe me, he's got more territory south of the border than your ex has ever dreamed of, even in Mexico. Boy, are his eyes going to pop when he sees the snaps you'll send him. And I guess both of us will be popping out as well."

"Hey, back up there. Both of us? What's the story here?"

Magda shrugged her shoulders: "I guess it's time you did hear the whole story. I never told you this before but that son of a bitch you were tied up with was on my case ever since you said 'I do' -- during your marriage he made more passes at me than a football team. So if you're going to show him what's he missing, I don't see why I shouldn't show him what you he never had, not for all his trying."

"What!" I gaped at her. "Are you suggesting that we . . . you, me and your boyfriend?"

"Technically, I think it's called a menage a trois," Magda said. "But you needn't worry, I don't have any designs on your body. I'm just interested in seeing what Helmut does with it. Between us we should come up with some interesting model work for your ex -- and even if he doesn't get the pics then some lucky Mexican postal inspector will think all his birthdays have come at once."

"But -- "

Magda reached forward and patted my hand: "I know what's bothering you, Krystal. You want to know if I've cleared this with Helmut. You don't want to shock the poor guy by asking him to lay both of us at the same time. Well, you don't have to worry. He's said he's willing to do his best for us, and you can't ask more than that. One good man -- one very good man -- should be enough for us, hey?"

"Sure," I answered faintly. "That and maybe a few bottles of Dutch courage. But I daren't imagine how this is going to work out."

Magda had a fit of giggles: "It's just like any other bullfight, Senorita. Whichever one of us finally finishes Helmut off gets to keep his balls as trophies. Caramba!"

I won't bore you with how often I changed my mind about following up on Magda's arrangements. Let's just say the rustle of chicken wings was often in my ears. But in the end I was still mad enough at Karl to show up. Yes, mad enough to hurt him and to show him I wasn't the tame little housefrau he'd always treated me as. So there I was, being introduced to Helmut in the strangest way I'd ever met a man.

For a start I'd smoked a joint to calm my nerves before I dared to put on the sexiest piece of clothing I owned. Then my best friend stripped off to almost nothing and showed me into her boy friend's spa room. In there was a handsome young photographer and a mostly naked guy built like King Kong's big brother. Yes, and about as romantic. The first thing he asked us was if we'd brought the money to pay Ferdie the photo guy.

Sure, I'd bought the money, but paying to be involved in a sex scene with any guy wasn't something I was proud of. Magda had different ideas though.

"Come on, Krystal, that can be the first shot, with you handing the gelt over to Helmut. That'll shake old shitface alright, to find out that after your time with him you're become so desperate for a good screw you're happy to pay for the best there is on the market."

So that was what we did, with Magda stroking Helmet's arm and purring at him while I sat there like a stunned mullet as Helmut took the bills out of my hand. Mind you, as I took a second look at him I was starting to get a feeling this might be one of the best investments I'd ever made. Magda was right, it had been a hell of a time since I'd been made to feel like a real woman. She was right about something else as well, judging from what was swinging around underneath the towel that Helmut had wrapped around his hips. The only problem was that it looked as if he'd need an extra bottle of blood poured into his system to get all that meat up pumped up.

It soon turned out that I was wrong about that. But not before we sat around for a while looking at each other as though we were waiting for a bus. Until Magda laughed and stepped into the spa. "Come on, Helmut the hunk, I'm not shy even if you two are. Get in here and show Krystal how clever you can be."

Helmut grunted: I'd already noticed he was as short on conversation as he was long in other areas. But Magda had him lumbering after her into the spa, pausing only to throw off the towel wrapped around his waist. He laid down on his back in the bottom of the spa and I got my first unobstructed look at what sort of a man he really was -- and even though I tried to control my reactions Magda roared with laughter.

"Hey, Krystal, welcome to Jurassic Park."

Of course I could see what she meant; Helmut had a dick on him that was a living monster. What I couldn't believe was that she'd ever been able to squeeze it inside her without a grease gun and a shoe horn. I wanted to ask her about that but she soon had other things on her mind. Two minutes of watching Helmut's tongue at work and I knew why he wasn't a talker -- he had to rest it a lot between bouts.

It should have been embarrassment city, I guess. My best friend face dancing right there in front of me, moaning and sometimes yelping out like a cowgirl on a rodeo horse. On the other hand it was kind of interesting to see how she handled her love making, and anyway she was enjoying herself. That should be how you like to see your friends. That's what I told myself, anyway. But mostly my grass affected mind was still floating around about a meter above my head.

"Come over here, Krystal" Magda suddenly called out to me. "Stand beside me and I'll pretend to lick one of your tits. Seeing that will send old Karl right off his face."

I wasn't into woman on woman stuff, but neither was Magda, and if a little playacting would give my ex a kick in his miserable balls that was just peachy with me. So I did it. I stood next to Magda as Helmut gave her a thorough lube job and tried my best to put on a sex bomb look for the camera.

To tell the truth it wasn't difficult because things were starting to get pretty steamy. The main problem was lifting my gaze away from Helmut's cock. Magda's moans and war whoops were getting to the guy and down in the spa something was waking up and rearing up -- something that looked like a hungry rock python. And when Magda did brush her tongue against one of my nipples it felt like there was a charge of pure sex flowing from Helmut's tongue and through her to me.

Maybe that seems kind of fanciful but don't be a skeptic until you've tried it!

"Excuse me, honey," Magda said. "But I think I need to get raging bull here ready for you."

She slithered down into the spa, as supple as a snake herself, grabbed hold of that outrageous cock and started blowing it as casually as blowing the froth off a cappuccino. I guess it was a case of turning his organ into a mouth organ. What happened then frightened me though because Helmut's erection stiffened up as if it was full of fast setting cement. Magda was left sucking on something that looked like a pink steel bar.

"Forget it," I squealed. "That thing belongs in a hundred kilo Bavarian barmaid, not in me!"

Helmut laughed, about the first sign of emotion he'd shown. "Listen, honey, you paid your money, you get the full service. Now you either get in the spa with us or I chase you around the room and then ream your ass out with this tool. Which do you want?"

Well, I was very certain about what I didn't want and especially about where I didn't want it. Because by the time he pulled that thing out of my back door I'd have a bigger hole in me than the channel tunnel.

So I got into the spa, and Magda chuckled and said something. I don't know what, she still had her mouth full of Helmut.

END OF PART ONE

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