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"That'll be twenty, sir."

Andrew reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty "Here."

"Thank you; enjoy your evening, sir." Andrew opens the door and holds it for his companion as they walk into the club from the lobby. The club is a huge one with a large stage off to the left surrounded by seats, tables & four chair sets for 4 rows broken up with four small stages mixed into the table & chair sets. It's a slow night and only a small portion of the place could be filled with the people present. He steers them towards a set of table and chairs midway along the stage just behind the stage front chairs. The sit down where they can see the stage. He turns to his partner and says "So how is it for openers?"

Before his partner can answer one of the four waitresses wandering the place asks for there order. "One martini sour and a long island iced tea" He reply's promptly.

"As I was saying thought on it so far?" he asked again after the waitress walked off. Thinking and nervously glancing around his partner was silent for just a moment "Nothing like I expected. I thought it would be darker, dirtier feeling, kind of trashy not so, -classy. It- -oh thanks." She cuts off as the drinks arrive "That was fast."

"Thank you ma'am we strive for a pleasant relaxing atmosphere here." Reply's the waitress sensing her customer's awkwardness.

Kimberly blushes slightly "You're welcome." And her modest height with ample chest and tight bottom covered by a conservative blouse and skirt shifted in her chair nervously. The attractive waitress in an athletic way, dressed in an elegant navy blue corset with matching g-string, garter, hose, and stiletto heels, bends and whispers to Kimberly "If it helps there are 4 other Women customers sitting right over there." She points subtly to a corner near the bar before walking away.

"Not really." Kimberly squeaks mostly to herself before she takes a gulp out of her long island still feeling very out of place and surveys the club. They sit working on there first few drinks watching the stage, the bar, and the other people. After finally building up her courage Kimberly asks "Hon, why are the girls only taking there tops off? I thought the idea was to watch them strip."

"Laws require that Clubs can't serve alcohol in full nude clubs." Her tall toned husband answers.

"I thought it would be trashier you know guys just grabbing and stuff."

"Again Laws or club rules protect the women no touching unless the Dancer Okays it."

They sit a bit more, small talking and Andrew catches that Kimberly is ogling the Women more than he is. Trying to act casual he ignored the steadily growing stiffness in his pants. Some time after their fourth drink, Kimberly says "lets go up to the stage."

"You can see fine from here." He intones mildly trying not to sound too excited over her interest in the dancers.

"How do you tip then?" She toys back seeing his interest and his effort to stay neutral and let her make her own opinions.

"You have to go up to the stage but they reserve those for the tippers."

"So lets go be tippers it only seems nice they dance there all night and all."

Up to the stage front chairs they go and they hand out a couple of ones to the Dancers on their topless number. Kimberly flushed when one took her dollar by pinching her breasts together to grab it giving her a good feel of them. "Did I mention that women get more attention from the Dancers than Men?"

"U-uh-h no but I just learned it" She shakily replies. The Dancer That took the bill interestingly leans over to another guy who was signaling to her they whisper for a moment, she then exits the stage and comes out a side door and takes the mans hand and leads them off to a different side door.

"What was that about attention?" she teases Andrew.

"He must have asked for a private dance."

"Ah-ha so I was right at first-"

"No he wants her to dance for him alone, which usually means her dancing is on a small low stage right in front of him or a lap dance."

"Ohh" Was all Kimberly could say half distractedly.

They tip another Dancer or two uneventfully. Then out comes this next dancer, introduced as Amber by the DJ, she was just as tall as Kimberly with a larger rack held in by a purple lace corset and matching g-string running between to smaller but just as firm looking butt checks. Kimberly without realizing mashes her legs together and shifts in her seat a bit. Andrew watches Amber and tips a couple on the first dance. Kimberly during the dance leaned in to the stage to the point she was sitting on the edge of the chair ready to topple over forward. The stage front seats were filling up fast for her so she must have been the headliner Andrew later thought. For the start of her second song she ripped her corset open from the front by what must have been Velcro for how easy it was. The Amber worked the stage and then got down in front of Kimberly and got borderline lewd with rubbing herself for longer than a normal Dancer would have. Without thinking Kimberly shoved several bills into the Amber's g-string a crossed the only place where there was more than a string to it giving Andrew and a few others a good show of Amber's shaven lips. The song ended almost as she did it. Amber gathered up her tips winked at Kimberly and left the stage into the back. Most of the stage front chairs emptied on that cue.

Seeming like mere seconds later Amber came out the same side door that another dancer did when she got to give a private dance. Kimberly's face fell to a pout for a moment till she saw that Amber was walking her way with red hot desire in her eyes. Andrew wondered what this could be about he hoped Amber wasn't mad for Kimberly's poor choice of tipping practices. When she got to Kimberly she asked rather bluntly "Want a dance for your man?"

"No you're not giving him a dance"

"Well How about for you?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Okay I don't normally go for this but 1 for the both of you together"

"I could go for that I suppose"

With the agreement Amber grabbed both Andrew and Kimberly and pulled them both through the same side door that they saw used before and into an empty private room. The couple sits down in two chairs next to each other. Amber closes the room's door and starts the music she then begins by dancing for Kimberly rubbing against her spilling her hair a crossed her and then giving Andrew the same treatment. Andrew felt himself go as hard as he had ever been harder than he had been all night watching his Wife Kimberly get all hot and horny without even realizing she was. The first song ended and Amber pulled off her top again. She did it more plainly but it seemed more erotic this time. She slid herself up Kimberly and ground her crotch against Kimberly's leg and grabbed Andrews erect penis and held it ever so slowly rubbing up and down on it while she rubbed this body part and that into various places on Kimberly. Whispering into Kimberly's ear about how hot and turned on everyone looked and how good Kimberly felt to dance on. Just as the song came to an end Kimberly said "I'll have another"

"Well then, how about I discount you and charge for 3 songs and give you 4 since you enjoy them so much" purred Amber as she hit play for another song. She immediately groped for Andrew again as she brushed a nipple along Kimberly's mouth which opened automatically for it. The song was shortly thereafter forgotten as Amber nuzzled Kimberly's neck and purred into her ear while Kimberly sucked on the offered nipple. Kimberly must have decided enough was enough and threw all restraint out the door as she latched onto Amber's mouth and kissed her deeply. Kissing seems to be the universal sign to grope because Kimberly began fondling Boobs and rubbing panties at the same moment. Amber's free hand wasn't idle either it had already worked its way up Kimberly's top and unhooked her bra. The kiss was released only so the two girls could more easily pull off Kimberly's clothes and Amber's panties.

Almost as if it was planned they both paused a moment and looked at Andrew who sat still in shock of what happened. Andrew took in the wondrous sight of two gorgeous women before him Amber with her very full double D's and small tight butt with shaven tight pussy lips covered by an even all over medium tan topped with a lust filled face of sea green eyes and long flowing reddish-brown hair. Together with his wife Kimberly with her D's and well proportioned firm butt, blonde triangle capped lips with conservative tan lines topped by an equally lusty face with Sapphire blue eyes and long blond tresses. The pause allowed him to take in that alone and back to work on each other they went kissing here licking there massaging somewhere else. Till finally Kimberly pulled Amber down and started to lick at her clit, using her moist tongue to slip between Amber's lips and gently touch her inner sanctum. The moan from Amber convinced Kimberly to drop her private party to Amber's waiting tongue. The muffled pants and moans were intoxicating to Andrew who got up and stripped down to join the fun. He began caressing and licking the four large breasts lying before him. He watches his wife's face as she greedily wriggles her tongue around Amber's pussy sucking on her clit the tiniest bit then licking the entrance to her vagina and back again eliciting moans of pleasure as her breathing goes ragged from getting the same. Amber is moaning gasping to catch her breath as she dives her tongue into Kimberly's passage trying to suck the juices out. Andrew leans in over Ambers Face and licks at Kimberly's pussy with Amber, almost immediately Kimberly spasms and her nectar flows out of her onto Amber's face which Andrew starts to clean off of her. No sooner than Amber tries to lick it up off of Kimberly and start again than she shudders and feeds Kimberly with some of her juices too. As she collected herself, Kimberly got her pussy sucked and licked by both Amber and Andrew at the same time the combined effect was electric and sent her squirming again, and starting to feel wanton and a growing desire to fill herself with her husband.

With their immediate urges sated they push Andrew into a chair and both hang their breasts over the armrests as they try to take turns swallowing his well endowed shaft. After only a few minutes Amber goes around to the front of the chair and starts sucking on his balls while Kimberly expertly lubes his manhood. Amber barely gets both balls licked and sucked all over than Andrew stops them and lays them both down. He uses his hands to rub and finger off both of them by rubbing on there clits then wiggling around inside their tunnels of love and going back again it seems to take them each mere moments to cry out in pleasure as another orgasm grips their bodies which he eagerly drinks up.

Feeling the time was right Andrew grabs Amber's legs and sets them on his shoulders he then very slowly slides himself into her. "Ohhh Fuck Yeah, your so big, oh hmmm gohhhd, your good." Is all Amber can incoherently mutter out as Andrew begins to pump himself into and out of her pussy. Within moments all she lets go are whimpers of pleasure. Kimberly sits staring at the scene before her and almost gushes on her own so she sits on Amber again, who eagerly begins to suck and lick diving her tongue into Kimberly with a passion as Andrew massages and kneads both girls breasts gently as he kisses his wife. Andrew begins to drive himself harder into Amber the pumping is so strong Kimberly feels like she is getting fucked herself by Amber's tongue in mere moments of pumping both girls spasm and moan through another. Seeing them at it Andrew makes them switch so he can fill his wife with himself he takes her legs and does the same with them as he had Amber. Amber seeing this sits down on Kimberly's face. Amber shudders out a tiny orgasm just watching Andrew slip into Kimberly. Andrew begins pumping greedily and deeply into Kimberly loving the familiar sensation of his wife's insides. The action takes a fast turn as Andrew starts pumping hard and fast into his wife Amber can feel the hard pumps from Kimberly's tongue and moans in orgasm yet again. Suddenly Andrew is stopped by Kimberly "No! Don't; see if our new friend wants it instead. I feel like I ought to share it tonight."

"Oh Yes, Yes! I love the feel of a guy pumping it out into me. Please cum inside me; I think it's a waist to leave it anywhere else." Amber spits out before Andrew can react to his wife.

"Are you sure it's ok still, dear?" Andrew hesitates.

"I'll stand by my offer, go ahead." Kimberly replies sounding more annoyed that he asked than that Amber really did want it, but to blissfully well taken care of to really mind where she wanted it.

Reluctantly Andrew pulls out of his wife as Amber as she lays her butt over the chairs' armrest and spreads her legs for him. Quickly he sheathes himself in her for the second time tonight; it seems to take only a few quick deep hard strokes each one emitting a sensual pleasured moan from Amber. Andrew holds himself deep into her and lets his own orgasm go. Amber gasps out another one or two more oh my gods to go with the umpteenth pressing of her pleasure button for the night. Kimberly starts digging her tongue into Amber to get her Husbands cream as soon as he withdraws. Amber being too tired at the moment just spreads her legs farther to let her in better. The sight of Kimberly's ass in the air was enough to give Andrew another hard on; he immediately encased it in Kimberly, the two rocking in time to each other making slight slapping sounds as they go Andrew pumping into Kimberly as she sucked on Amber's passage. Amber turned around and started sucking on Andrew's balls again as Kimberly gave up getting any more of her husband out of Amber. The ball licking did it again, just as Amber got into her licking and sucking them Andrew exploded into Kimberly for his second orgasm of the night. It wasn't nearly the payload Amber got but enough to push Kimberly over the edge yet again tonight. The exhausted couple didn't disengage in fact they both dropped right on top of Amber who quickly scooted out from under them. After a minute or two of stillness everyone recalled where they were and quickly got dressed. Reaching into his pocket Andrew pulled out several bills and handed it to Amber who looked at it strangely. "What's this" she asked

"For the dances you didn't finish and your tip for not finishing those dances" he answered

"I could hardly take more than what is for the dances."

"No please take it we feel bad now that we think about it for this you could get fired."

"This is just a fun side job if I get canned I'll just find another club or not do it at all, but I'll do this I'll take it but only as payment for your private dances next time you're here."

Looking only slightly disheveled the trio wanders back out to the main bar where the couple finish their drinks and Amber disappears back stage. Disappointed that she left so soon the couple is just about out the door when Amber in a different outfit scampers out to them and hands them several free passes to get in "Leaving so soon? I have one more number for the night left then maybe we can get a drink or something somewhere private."

Kimberly quickly agrees to it and leads Andrew back towards the stage and the couple sits down in the chairs they started the night in and waited with eagerness to see what else is to come...

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"Bloody hell, it must be what, six years, how you doing?" I couldn't believe it myself. The last time I saw Tim he was lying between my ex wife's legs making her scream in ecstasy each time he rammed his nine inch cock up her. "I thought you'd gone to the States to head up that pharmaceutical company, what brings you back here you randy old bastard."

Tim and I had known each other from school and had grown up best mates. We shared just about everything including our women. Shortly after I married we invited Tim to stay for the weekend and the two of us carefully set about seducing my new wife. A few drinks and some sexy talk and before long Tim was a regular visitor between her legs.

"So, how's the lovely Susie?" Tim asked lustfully. "Sorry mate, we got divorced shortly after you left, just grew apart really and that was it."

"Sorry to hear it, she was some shag. What you doing now?"

"Well, I met someone else and we got married last year."

"Wow that's great, does she ere, you know?" The wicked old bugger never stopped trying and as we sat at the bar I explained that my new wife, Carol, was a real old fashioned type and there was just no way she was going to spread her legs for anyone else, well, not voluntarily anyway. "There is a way," Tim said. "If your really serious about getting her laid then I can help."

"What, you going to wave that big knob of yours in her face and she'll just give in, is that it," I laughed. "No, seriously, there is a way."

Tim explained that while in the States one of the lab technicians accidentally stumbled across a formula similar to the fabled Spanish Fly. Only this one left no trace and didn't have any harmful side effects. "I always thought Spanish Fly was just a rumour."

"So did I to start with but I think there must be some truth in it, anyway, this stuff is even better." Tim explained that they had spent three years secretly testing the drug and that he and Garry, the lab technician had now left the company and set up there own business back here in London. "It's called The Gentlemen's Club," Tim went on, "very discreet with membership by invitation only. There are some very strict rules before you gain entry but I think you'll find they're worth it." We talked into the early hours and Tim described the club in detail. We agreed that as Tim knew me well we could skip the mandatory medical and arrangements were made for the following Saturday night. "Don't forget, as far as Carol's concerned it's an up market private club/hotel with dinner and dance facilities. I'll book you a double room for Saturday night and you will be my special guest."

I told Carol that we had been invited to join a very unique club by some prospective clients and that I would like to make a good impression on them. I bought her a long black evening dress with a nice revealing slit up the side and some new black silky stockings and lacy underwear. She was very excited about spending the night in London and spent Saturday afternoon lazing in the bath before having her hair done. Then, I sat on the bed as I watched her trying on her new outfit. The bra lifted her big 38" tits and just about covered the nipples and the panties were no more than a thin piece of material that just about covered her shaven pussy leaving her lovely round arse cheeks completely exposed. Then she put on the suspender belt and black silk stockings followed by her very high heels. "Will I do?" she asked giving a twirl. "Do? What, you're not going to wear the dress then?" I laughed, admiring the sexy creature before me. She'd arranged her long blond hair so it was off her shoulders, exposing her long soft neck. Once she put it on, the dress showed her slender figure off perfectly and the neckline was just low enough to show a promising amount of cleavage.

We arrived at the club at seven and was greeted by both Tim and Gary. Gary was much older than both Tim and I, somewhere in his late fifties I'd have guessed. He was tall and looked very elegant in his formal evening attire. Both Gary and Tim went out of their way to make Carol feel welcome and we were soon all chatting away like old friends. "She's an absolute stunner," Tim said while Carol was in the powder room, "you sure you want to do this?"

"Sure? Fuck me mate, I've dreamed about it for ages."

"Never change, will you." Tim laughed. "OK, this is how it works, you and Carol enjoy your meal and afterwards get her up dancing, that should make her nice and relaxed. Some time during the evening I'll come over with some champagne, Carol's is the pink glass. The drug takes 20 minutes to take effect and after that, well it's up to you how far you want us to go."

We sat at a table with six other couples, all young beautiful women with their male partners and enjoyed some good food and conversation. After the meal the band came on and Carol really enjoyed dancing with me and the other men. After one particular slow number she came back a bit flushed. "I'm sure that guy I was dancing with had a hard on," she said pointing to a large black guy sitting opposite. "How do you know?"

"Cause the bloody great thing was poking into me," she giggled. Tim arrived with the champagne, ready poured in very impressive crystal goblets, two blue and one pink. "To old friends and new friends," he toasted, directing the last bit at Carol. Having finished the champagne, Tim suggested he give us the grand tour of the club.

"The clubs designed on a number of themes," he explained. "This first room is the Roman Room." We looked into a large room made out to look like a roman amphitheatre with a swimming pool set in the middle of fake marble columns and large scatters cushions filling the floor. "We hold regular toga parties in here, it's great fun and you can really let your hair down." The next room was one large mattress filling the entire floor with wall to wall mirrors and a mirrored ceiling. "This is the adult rumpus room. Great for group sex and orgies," he laughed, patting Carol on the bum. Carol was looking a little flushed and I noticed her nipples were clearly visible through her bra and dress. I'd lost track of time but figured the 20 minutes must nearly be up. "And this room," Tim went on, opening the door and ushering Carol into the gloom, "is the inauguration room."

"What's it for?" Carol enquired, peering into the gloom. "Go on in, I'll explain inside. Mind the steps, just follow the floor lights to the middle." Carol walked ahead and I went to follow. Tim caught me by the arm and held me back. "Last chance, this is where it starts."

"I can hardly wait," I told him.

Carol was now standing in the middle of the room on a small stage. She was shifting her weight from leg to leg as though dying for a pee. "So what is this place?" she asked looking around for Tim. Tim and I were seated about six feet from the stage and as I looked round I noticed that other people were silently filling the room. The seats were arranged in semi circles so every body had a clear view of the stage. From behind the stage a tall blond woman appeared with a young man in tow. "Hi, you must be Carol," she said, "welcome to the Club." Carol smiled nervously and looked round for me. Before she could say anything the young man stood behind her and reaching round started to rub the palms of his hands over her protruding nipples. I thought she'd throw a wobbly but to my surprise she just stood there, closed her eyes and let out a long low moan. "It effects the nipples first," explained Tim, "they become so aroused that they scream out to be touched." Kneeling to one side, the blond was now running her hands up Carol's legs, raising the material of her dress as she went, exposing her stockings to the audience. When she reached the top she pushed the dress higher, exposing her entire legs and the lower half of her panties. With one hand holding the dress round her waist, the blond started to gently stroke Carol's pussy mound through the thin material. Her moans now became even more audible and she made no attempt to stop either the blond or the young man playing with her tits.

The man removed the dress over Carol's head and stood her facing the appreciative audience. He went back to work on her tits easing them over the top of her bra until her prominent nipples were clearly displayed. The blond ever so slowly removed her panties, looking at the audience as she peeled the damp material down over her thighs. Carol automatically lifted each leg to step out of them before the blond threw them to a man in the front row. We watched as he took a deep sniff of the crutch before passing them on to the next man.

Carol was now standing on the dimly lit stage in just her high heels, stockings and suspenders with her enormous tits hanging over the top of her bra. The man was kneading her titty flesh and rolling the nipples between finger and thumb while the blond was now fingering Carol's wet pussy. Still kneeling beside her, the beautiful blond started by running her hand gently over Carol's smooth pussy mound. Then she worked first one and then two fingers into her slit, spreading the moisture into her clitoris and causing Carol to cry out in pleasure. The man had stripped naked and was now standing behind Carol with his arms wrapped round her playing with her tits and his long thick prick protruding between Carol's thighs. As if to emphasis the point, they all turned sideways, giving us a clear view of his knob end poking out. "That's Jeff behind her and the blond is Debbie, his cocks even bigger than mine. She'll love this bit," Tim said. The blond stood up and she too stripped of to just white stockings and heels. She was something else and my already hard prick was straining to get out. Facing my wife, she rubbed her nipples into Carol's and then gave her a deep French kiss. Carol simply responded.

The blond worked her way down Carol's body, stopping at her tits and sucking each nipple in turn. Then down across her flat stomach to the top of her pussy mound, leaving a trail of saliva as she went. Jeff's cock looked like it belonged to Carol and as Debbie inched her way toward it, it seemed to grow even longer. The audience gasped as Debbie slid her mouth over Jeff's cock and slid forward until her nose was buried in Carol's cunt. With Jeff playing with her nipples again, and Debbie's nose bouncing off her clitoris, it wasn't long before Carol was in the throes of her first orgasm. As her legs buckled, it looked like she was suspended on Jeff's cock, itself being held in place by Debbie's mouth. Before Jeff could cum, Debbie stood up and again kissed Carol full on the mouth. "Would you like Jeff to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, yes please," Carol said. They positioned her on all fours and Jeff knelt behind, his long fat cock swinging lewdly towards my wife's wet, willing cunt. Debbie lay on the floor in front of her presenting Carol with a pussy covered in neat blond hair. "Eat me sweetie," Debbie said just as Jeff's prick started to enter her cunt. Now I know for a fact that Carol has never been with another woman and even when she's watched two girls on film it does nothing for her. But as Jeff's cock slid deeper, she leaned forward and buried her face in Debbie's mound.

There was a lot of rustling noises coming from the room and as I looked round I could see most of the people shedding their clothes or already performing some sexual act on each other. I felt hands on my fly and looked down to find a young redhead wearing nothing but a G string fumbling to get my trousers open. Being a true gentleman, I couldn't watch a lady struggle so I quickly undid them myself. What a relief as the old man sprang free, hitting the redhead square in the face nearly knocking her off balance. "He's keen," she giggled, flashing a gorgeous pair of brown eyes my way before slowly lowering her mouth over my entire shaft. The feeling was indescribable, this luscious creature was giving me the best blow job ever while my lovely wife was on stage being fucked by King Kong and licking some blond bimbo's pussy. The first scream came from Debbie as she came on Carol's tongue, the second was from me as I filled my friends mouth with jet after jet of hot sticky spunk. Then Jeff announced he was ready to cum. "Where do you want it?" he asked Carol slowing the pace until she answered. "Shoot it up me, I want to feel you cum."

"Up where?" he asked, looking over at me and winking. Carol was not one for crude language even during sex so it really surprised me when she answered. "Just fuck my cunt and cum."

The redhead had now moved across to Tim and was busy sucking his cock. "This is Tina, she's the best dam cock sucker in the club, aren't you honey." Tina looked up and simply continued to feed Tim's entire length down her throat. "God this little bitch is good," he said holding her head still while he unloaded yet another load of spunk into her hungry mouth. I was torn between watching Tina deep throat Tim and Jeff filling my wife's eager hole. "Oh yes, take it bitch," Jeff yelled, his buttocks clamping together as he pushed his entire length into her. Carol's head shot up and she too yelled as her own orgasm tore through her. As Jeff rolled off, men and women from the audience started to surround the stage, all of them in various states of undress and each man sporting a hard on. "Think she can handle a gang bang?" Tim asked, "She'll soon shout if she can't," I said.

Two more men fucked her doggy style while others offered various parts of their bodies to her mouth, including pussy, cock and tits. She seemed to take it all in her stride and from where I was sitting she looked like she was coming continuously. The action stopped for a few minutes while the men secured a swinging cradle to the ceiling. This allowed them to place Carol in the seat, lay her back and hoist her to waist height. Each foot slotted into a leather stirrup keeping her legs spread wide. The black guy that had earlier introduced her to his erection while they were dancing now took his place at her cunt. She lifted her head up and looked down as he slowly slid his big black shaft into her. Not only had she never had a black cock before, but as an out and racist the mere thought of having sex with a black man sickened her. But here she was, watching as ten inches of jet black cock worked it's way into her spunk soaked pussy. "You gonner love this girl," the guy said pushing more and more cock into her tight tunnel. "Oh yes, my God that feels so big." She laid her head back giving the man standing there the right angle to slide his meat into her mouth and down her throat. You could actually see the bulge in her throat where his cock head was. Between them, they simply pushed the swing back and forth, one minute her cunt was full and then her mouth.

During the evening, after receiving numerous amounts of spunk up her cunt, one or two guys actually got down and licked her out. These, Tim said, were the cream pie brigade. I lost count of the number of men and women who fucked my wife that night but I do remember the lovely little number that sucked my prick and the tall American bird I shared with Tim. The last to fuck Carol was Gary. "I just love sloppy seconds," he said with an American drawl, and after all, you and Tim have just fucked my wife. He may have been the oldest guy there but he fucked Carol through at least three orgasms before pulling out and shooting across her pussy and tits.

It was three o'clock in the morning before we eventually retired to our room and after sharing a shower with Carol we cuddled up in bed. "Wow, what came over you tonight?" As though I didn't know. "I don't know, I just couldn't stop myself. Are you mad at me?" She reached down and held my tired prick as she looked into my eyes. "I'm really sorry Hon, I just couldn't help it. I knew it was wrong but my body just took over. And anyway, why didn't you stop them?"

"Hey, don't blame me, it's your body. Besides, you looked like you were really enjoying it."

"Hmm, and you weren't I suppose." The thoughts of the evening were playing through my mind making my cock grow hard yet again. Carol pulled me on top and we began a nice slow fuck, her cunt although showered, was still sloppy with the copious amounts of other men's spunk she had received. "How'd you like sloppy seconds then?" she purred in my ear. "You like the thought of all those randy men fucking me?" With every sentence I just got harder and harder, I didn't need to answer the questions. "Hmmm, seems to me you did enjoy watching me getting fucked." She squeezed harder with her pussy muscles. "So, do you think we ought to join this club then?" I asked seconds from shooting my load.

"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed coming with me.

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Jerry walked up to his wife and whispered in her ear. Her eyes darted around the room and her mouth widened into a grin, then a smile. As he continued to whisper, she eventually let out a small laugh and lightly slapped his chest. Her hand stayed there, feeling his chest through his shirt, and it became obvious to anyone watching she wasn’t trying to push him away. Her fingers moved along the line between his pecs and seemed to want to grab him closer to her.

He pulled back, however, and sat down on the barstool next to her. Jerry turned towards the bartender and ordered two more drinks, his wife continued to dart her eyes around the room. As he had sat down, her hand had followed him and now rested on his knee. Actually, it wasn’t resting at all. It twitched and moved along his knee, rubbing up his thigh and clawing at him occasionally.

After their drinks came, Lorrie sat back, holding her drink with one hand and the straw to her mouth, meeting it first with her tongue and slowly closing her lips around the tip before coming down, slowly, to the mid-point of the straw. She took a long, slow drink, then slowly withdrew the straw from her mouth, again making sure her tongue was the last thing in contact with the straw.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight,” answered Jerry, meeting his wife’s brief gaze into his eyes. Her eyes were again surveying the bar.

“My choice?”

“Your choice,” again watching her watch the crowd.

She set down her drink and this time her hands went to her own legs. They were slightly goose-bumped under the long thin skirt of her dress that clung tightly to her form. She had dressed up for her husband that night and was wearing his favorite dress. It was a long black dress that clung to her form beautifully. It had a long slit up one side that showed off her right leg as she walked, but was mostly sexy, not slutty, though it required she not wear any panties.

He had dressed up too, wearing her favorite dress shirt and tie, the one that she felt really showed off his build by framing his broad shoulders.

The hotel bar they were in, which Jerry had picked for her to meet him in, was very high class, with carpeting and piano music, but not everyone in it was dressed to the nines that night. There were quite a few other people in the bar, and Lorrie noticed that almost all of them were single. Luckily, they were mostly also very attractive.

“Male or female?”

“Your choice, honey. Your birthday, your choice.”

She looked back at her husband and this time really stared into his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t.

“I love you.” She grabbed the back of his head and planted a ferocious, open kiss on his mouth, grabbed his crotch not caring who saw, then let go. She drew her hand up his stomach and chest as she walked past him. He turned on his barstool after he hand had broken contact with his shoulder and watched her walk up to a blonde haired, surfer looking guy at a table 20 feet away.

Jerry took another drink from his glass and watched his wife talking to this other guy. She flipped her hair once or twice and laid her hand on his knee. He didn’t seem to mind her forwardness at all, though when Lorrie pointed back at Jerry the surfer seemed to tense up. Lorrie obviously noticed too, and moved her hand further up the surfer’s leg. When Jerry simply waved and smiled, the surfer visibly relaxed and again began to smile. After Lorrie said something else to the surfer, the smile became that sly smile of someone who has just been let in on a secret.

As Lorrie and the surfer stood, Jerry got a really good look at both. Though he had obviously seen his wife many times, watching her hold another man’s hand made it seem like he was looking at her again for the first time. Her long brown hair, and short, voluptuous body were striking against his blonde hair and tall, slender (though obviously muscular) body.

She was 5’6” and had beautiful 38D breasts, 24” waist and 36” hips. Surfer boy had to be at least 6’2”, probably a 34” waist, and his arms definitely belied an intense workout regime. Jerry, who was significantly shorter than the surfer, and had brown hair, was not surprised by his wife’s choice.

“Jerry, this is Ron. He’s up for our games tonight.”

“Ron, nice to meet you. Would you like a drink so we can get to know you better first?”

“Sure.”

They sat and drank for a bit, though Lorrie was obviously impatient. Every drink she took seemed to be a conscious decision to show off her lucious lips and she often bounced between both men, leaning on them, brushing next to them, or simply placing her hands on their laps.

Eventually the tension had reached its breaking point.

They walked over to the elevators to the rooms, both men with their arms around Lorrie, her hands in their back pockets. Ron’s hand caressed Lorrie’s side, tracing up and down from in line with her chest to her hips.

“Not a stitch on under this dress boys,” she informed them, and both men took an audible breath in as she gave both a little squeeze on their asses.

As they all stepped into the elevator, they were pleased to see it empty. The doors closed and Lorrie again grabbed the back of her husband’s head.

“I love you,” she whispered in a near snarl and attacked his mouth. As she held on to his head, her other hand cam out of Ron’s back pocket and drifted forward. His cock was already hard and she liked the feel of it in her hand. She pulled away from her husband and looked over to Ron.

“You are about to have a great night,” she promised. She reached up to his shoulder and stretched out to him. He bend down slowly, wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed her deeply. Jerry placed his hand inside the slit of her dress and rubbed her naked thigh as his wife kissed this other man. He could feel his cock pushing against his pants. Just as he was pulling himself against his wife’s ass, the bell rang and the doors opened. The tree of them parted and Lorrie giggled. They walked rapidly towards the room Jerry had reserved.

They entered the room and Lorrie turned to Ron, pulled him by the shirt towards the bed and sat down, tugging Ron with her.

“You sit and watch for a while,” she said to Jerry who was loosening his tie. He was more than happy to oblige.

“Don’t go too fast,” she said to Ron whose hand was already half way up her thigh and inside the slit. “Kiss me and touch me like you don’t know you are going to get me.”

Ron pulled his hand from under her dress and put it on her cheek. He urged her to lay back on the bed and she followed his lead. He remained propped up on one arm while his left hand caressed her cheek and neck. His hand then moved down to her shoulder then her forearm as he bent down and gave her a warm, deep kiss.

Her right hand came up to his face as he kissed her, then moved back to his neck and through his hair. Ron’s left hand was now left on her ribs and rubbed up and down her side.

As Ron’s hand found its way to Lorrie’s breast, Jerry shifted in his seat. His cock was very hard and Jerry began to play with it though his pants. He couldn’t believe he was watching another man fondle his wife, but it was really turning him on.

Ron’s kisses began to move away from Lorrie’s mouth and trailed down to her chin, along her jawbone to her neck, then down to where the neck and shoulder meet. His tongue played along this crease as his fingers flicked at her already hard nipples through her dress. Lorrie squirmed under his touch, rubbing her legs together and feeling her own dampness.

Ron noticed her reactions and knew he could press forward a tad more quickly. His hand came up and slipped the straps of her dress down her arm and then he brushed her dress away from her right breast. He took in its beautiful form for a moment, caressed it, then came down on it as if to devour it.

Then he pulled back a bit, licked around the nipple, swirled out in ever larger circles until he was licking around the entire outline of her breast. At that point he slipped her dress off of her left breast, began licking the outline of that one and swirled in to her left nipple. When he got to her nipple he began to nibble at it. Lorrie arched her back from pleasure and moaned out audibly. Ron began to flick at her left nipple with his tongue as his left hand caressed her right nipple.

“Ok, enough of this nice stuff,” Lorrie suddenly blurted out. She grabbed at Ron’s neck, pulled his head towards hers, planted a very brief, open mouth kiss on him, and threw him to the bed. She tore open his shirt, popping buttons off, and caressed his chest. She was mounting him, with her breasts exposed and her dress riding up very far on her thighs.

She reached down between her legs, found his belt and began to undo it. She smiled at him, looking in his eyes the whole time, and then began to lower herself as she opened his pants. She slid Ron to the edge of the bed, and as she did so, she slid his pants off altogether. Ron’s cock stood straight up, looking very large.

“Oh, this is nice” Lorrie said through a smile.

Jerry did not feel jealous. This man’s penis may have been longer, but Jerry’s was wider. He knew his wife would like both, and that’s what mattered. As she took Ron’s cock into her mouth, Jerry began undressing himself. His own penis was very hard as well, but he decided not to get involved just yet.

Lorrie attacked Ron’s cock with an amazing ferociousness. She took the whole of the shaft in immediately, then slowly pulled it out, plunged back down on it, and then again slowly came back off of it. Ron watched the whole time as she stared back at him, knowing he loved the show. Ron looked over and saw Jerry watching them, naked and playing with himself. Lorrie looked over as well, and began watching her husband as she went down on this other man. All three loved this moment.

“I don’t think I can just watch anymore,” said Jerry as he stood and walked over behind his wife. She was on her knees and between Ron’s legs, still working on his cock. Jerry lifted Lorrie’s dress so that the bottom of it was at her hips. He reached down to caress her lovely ass, then kissed the back of her neck.

Jerry then kissed a trail down her spinal cord to the top of the crack of her ass. When he got there, he lay down on the ground, his face up, and slid under her so that she was sitting on his face. As he sucked and licked at her pussy lips, Lorrie, for the first time, let Ron’s cock completely out of her mouth and threw her head back in pleasure. Jerry knew his wife’s pussy very well, and knew just how she liked to be licked, nibbled, sucked and nuzzled. He knew the exact amount of pressure to put on her clit, and when, and he was using every trick he knew on his wife.

The pleasure racing up Lorrie from her pussy was so great, she could no longer lower her head onto Ron’s cock, so she just grabbed it with her long, slender fingers and rubbed it rhythmically to Jerry’s tempo.

Ron sat up as she did so, and began caressing her breasts, kneading at them, then just pinching at her nipples. Having one man caress her breasts while holding his cock while being expertly eaten out was just too much for Lorrie and she came right there.

“That may be the fastest you’ve ever finished,” said Jerry as Lorrie eased her way down his body.

“Oh, I’m not finished,” she replies as she ended up lying on top of him. She kissed her husband and slid him inside of her. He felt wonderful inside of her, an accustomed fit that never felt old. She rode him for a minute and Ron took his turn watching, letting himself come down a bit from the peak that Lorrie had nearly brought him to.

Why are you just watching?” Lorrie asked, then nodded towards her rear. “There’s some lube in the table near the bed,” Jerry informed him.

Ron stood up, walked over to the table and found the lube. Lorrie had stopped ridding Jerry, and both were watching as Ron applied the lube on himself.

Ron came over to Lorrie and put a dab of lube on her anus. He then inserted his middle finger very slowly. Once it was in as deep as it could go, he spun it around just a bit, feeling her from inside and even rubbing against Jerry’s cock through the thin membrane separating them. Ron slowly removed his finger, then began rubbing the head of his cock against her opening.

“Stop teasing me!”

Ron finally began to press his way in, spreading her cheeks to make entry as easy as possible. As he filled Lorrie up, she again was throwing her head back, this time from the pleasurable pain that went with this rear entry.

Jerry had only ever done this twice to her, both times with mixed results as the pain had mostly overridden the pleasure. This time, the pleasure was winning. She wasn’t sure if it was that Ron’s penis was thinner, but she thought that it might be more due to Jerry already being inside her pussy.

When Ron was fully in, he began to slowly pump her. As he did, she began to again ride Jerry’s cock. They quickly found a rhythm and were all beating at the same time.

They continued on like this for some time, in and out of both her holes, both men feeling Lorrie’s tightness, enhanced by the extra friction felt through her flesh inside and caused by the other man’s penis.

Ron eventually reached around and was able to caress her clit. This immediately pushed Lorrie over the edge and she came again. Her shudders sent both men over their own edges, and all came.

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"Are you still going out tonight?" Izzie asked Jane over a late breakfast.

"Yes" Jane replied. "I'm meeting with a couple of friends, though I don't know where we are going, everywhere will be full of lovey-dovey couples. Bleurgh." Izzie couldn't help but smile at Jane who was feeling more than a bit sorry for herself having recently split from her fiancé.

"Ah, I'm sure it won't be, you'll have a great time, just don't come back too early eh?" Izzie winked at Jane who knew that Izzie had a special night planned with her husband to celebrate Valentines and didn't want any interruptions.

Before Izzie married Mark, Jane had been her flat-mate. They were the best of friends but then as happens with all flat-mates they found themselves moving separate ways. Jane had been the first to leave, moving into Angus' life but she had recently split with him, just days before they were due to get married and of course Izzie immediately offered Jane a place to stay whilst she sorted herself out.

Luckily Mark was a pretty understanding husband and joked that having two 'gorgeous birds' around the house was great for his self-esteem. Izzie just rolled her eyes at him, though she had to agree that Jane was gorgeous. She had a toned, tanned athletic body topped with a face to die for, full luscious lips, eyes you could fall into and beautiful sleek, glossy, dark hair, cut into a modern but feminine pageboy style.

After a day of pampering and styling at the local salon Izzie returned home feeling refreshed and ready for the special night ahead. She went across to the bathroom, removed her clothes and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She'd had her hair restyled at the salon and couldn't believe it was the same person looking back at her. The stylist had added subtle highlights and lowlights and curled her long, straight hair loosely at the ends, in a sort of modern disco-chick style. It was far removed from the boring, straight mousy look she usually wore and she was ecstatic with the results.

After admiring her new haircut for a couple of moments Izzie's eyes moved downwards across her curvy body and she felt a small thrill as she looked at her reflection in the mirror; although she had seen the results of her bikini wax in the beauty salon it was still a shock to see her pussy as exposed as it was. She grinned to herself, glad that she had listened to Jenny, the beautician, who had somehow talked her into a full Brazilian wax, it looked and felt gloriously pornographic.

A neat strip of hair ran vertically towards Izzie's intimate area like an arrow pointing to the treasure. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she imagined Mark's reaction to her new look. She ran her hands across her belly and downwards towards her newly bare flesh and slipped a finger between her lips. It felt incredibly silky and smooth as she slid her finger back and forth along her groove; her sex was already moist with excitement and the lack of pubic hair made her feel a hundred times more sensitive than usual.

"Later" Izzie muttered to herself. Much as she would enjoy masturbating herself in front of the mirror she decided it would be much more enjoyable with Mark later if she held herself back now. She reluctantly removed her hand and studied the rest of her appearance.

Izzie's ample boobs were starting to droop a little and she had an inch or two to grab but other than that she was happy with her body and Mark was more than pleased with her womanly curves; he regularly told her so.

Izzie walked to the wardrobe and selected her outfit from the rail. She had treated herself to a short mini skirt and halter-top set in a clingy material from an adult website she had discovered that stocked lingerie and skimpy eveningwear. She put on the outfit and decided not to use the matching thong that was supplied; she didn't want any obstruction to Mark's surprise and not that she needed any help tonight but wearing no knickers always made her feel naughty.

Izzie glanced at the clock and realised Mark would be back soon so she applied her make-up and quickly arranged the dozen or so candles she had purchased around the bedroom, ready to be lit later. Padding bare-footed around the apartment she laid the table for dinner, adding yet more candles and selected a romantic CD which she set to play on repeat. Once she was happy everything was in place and she wouldn't be walking around too much more she pulled on her strappy, high-heeled sandals and made her way to the kitchen. The shoes were agony to walk in but worth the effort as she felt that they made her legs look longer and slimmer.

As Izzie heard a key in the door she took a deep breath. She entered the hallway and Mark entered with an impossibly large but exquisite bouquet of red roses, tied with brown string and beautifully arranged.

"Happy Valentines Day" came the muffled voice of Mark. The bouquet was so large that he could not see past it. Izzie prised the flowers from him and heard a low whistle.

"You look incredible, I love the haircut." Mark praised.

"I have another surprise for you, but first dinner, would you do the honours with the Champagne please? It's in the fridge."

Mark uncorked the Champagne with a pop and poured the fizzy liquid into two glasses.

"To us" he toasted simply.

Izzie served a simple pasta dish for dinner; she had considered a more lavish meal but decided that she could think of better things to do than slave over a cooker all night. They made small talk throughout the candlelit meal but neither of them was really interested in mundane daily chatter, they were both fully aware that they we were building up to something more. Izzie felt so horny by the time she fetched the strawberries for dessert she was sure there would be a damp patch on the back of her skirt but if there was, Mark never commented.

On returning to the table with the strawberries Mark pulled Izzie onto his lap so he could feed them to her. She sat sideways on and Mark dipped a strawberry into his champagne. Izzie had guessed something like this would happen when she decided on the mouth-watering fruit for dessert. She knew it was a cliché but she loved strawberries with champagne, especially when her equally delicious husband served them to her. She licked and sucked at the champagne on the strawberry in what she hoped was a seductive manner then bit slowly into the delicious fruit, the sweet juices dribbling down her chin.

"Let me get that for you" Mark said quietly. He leaned towards Izzie and licked the strawberry juice from her chin; moving slowly up towards her lips with his tongue. Izzie groaned, it was such an erotic sensation for him to be cleaning her with his tongue.

Izzie manoeuvred herself so that she was straddling Mark, her short skirt riding up her legs. She could feel Mark's hardness pressing against her and couldn't wait to have him inside of her; it was all she could do to stop herself ripping his clothes off there and then. She kissed him on his lips, gently at first, then probed him further him with her tongue, feeling Marks tongue respond eagerly.

Mark placed his hands underneath Izzie's halter-neck top and lifted it over her head so he could have full access to her breasts. Izzie's nipples hardened instantly as Marks teased them with his fingers; he ducked his head down and sucked on them enthusiastically whilst massaging her soft breasts with his hands. Izzie knew it was only a matter of time before he put his hand on her pussy, and the thought caused her to groan and squirmed on his lap with excitement.

"Touch me". Izzie whispered, she couldn't wait any longer. "I really need you to touch me now" she begged Mark. Being the good husband that he was and eager to please he placed one of his hands between her legs; his eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Stand up" he ordered. "I want to see".

Izzie stood up and hitched her short skirt above her mound, offering an enticing glimpse of her newly bare flesh.

"Wow!" he admired. "I love both your haircuts. I want to see better, take your skirt off".

Izzie pulled down her skirt and stood in front of Mark, her legs slightly parted. Now dressed only in her strappy sandals, the directness of the air around her was tantalising against her exposed lips. She gasped as Mark reached out and slipped a finger in her silky groove.

"Stay there and don't move, I have a surprise too," he commanded.

Mark hurriedly moved to the bedroom and reappeared brandishing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. He pulled Izzie's wrists behind her back and fastened the cuffs around them; he then slipped the blindfold over her head, checking it thoroughly to make sure she could not see a thing.

"You look beautiful darling," he said tenderly as he took Izzie in his arms and danced her slowly round the open plan living space, guiding her carefully to the slow music that had been playing throughout the meal.

Izzie pressed herself close against Mark, loving the unusual sensation of dancing naked but for her shoes and powerless, trusting Mark implicitly to guide her safely through the living space; she just wished she could put her arms around him.

"Stay there," Mark whispered softly as he disappeared again. Izzie could have moved but didn't want to, and though her vulva was aching with anticipation and her rosy nipples were standing rigidly to attention she was loving this new game that Mark was playing and wondered to herself what was next. She stood with her legs slightly parted, waiting for his return.

Long minutes passed, the apartment was quiet and Izzie could not hear Mark moving at all.

"Where is he?" Izzie thought to herself.

In the ensuing silence she heard a key at the door.

"Oh my god, Jane!" Izzie filled with horror realising that she wouldn't get very far, very fast in her blindfold and handcuffs. She tried to move forward but was disorientated from the dancing and had no free hand to feel for objects around her. She cringed as she realised Jane was about to walk in on her naked but for her shoes and a blindfold.

As both Mark and Jane arrived in the dining room Izzie found herself completely frozen to the spot; the silence in the room was deafening. Seconds passed but it seemed like minutes, hours even. Izzie had no idea what was happening.

"Nice hair cut Izzie" Jane finally said in a strangled voice.

"Err thanks" Izzie felt embarrassed and giggled, not knowing what else to do. It sounded odd and forced in the tense atmosphere.

"Don't worry, you look really hot," Jane whispered, trying to alleviate her friend of some of her obvious humiliation.

"Oh my god! What is he thinking?" Izzie thought to herself as Mark moved in behind her and put his arms around her body, shockingly reaching for and fondling her naked breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, pressing on her neck with his lips and tongue. The movement caused him to flatten himself close against her and she realised that he was now totally naked and his hard cock was pressing against her bound hands.

Before Izzie had chance to question Mark's actions her heart leapt in shock as she felt a third hand stroke delicately across her belly and move down towards her swollen sex.

"This is my gift to you," Mark whispered into Izzie's ear.

Izzie couldn't believe what was happening. One drunken night recently she had told Mark that she fantasised about having a threesome with another woman but she never dared imagine it would happen or even that he would remember and yet here she was with the two people she trusted most in the world.

Jane's fingers slid back and forth along Izzie's smooth, slick pussy-lips and Izzie tightened her grip on Mark's cock, moaning as Jane's kissed her tenderly on the mouth, touching Izzie's lips with her tongue. Izzie had never felt so aroused in her whole life.

As Jane fingered her pussy, sliding fingers deep inside her, Izzie fantasised about sucking on Jane's pert breasts. The combination of having her nipples played with by her husband whilst being fingered and kissed by a woman tipped Izzie over the edge and she climaxed hard, thrusting against Jane's fingers.

Izzie squealed as Jane quickly knelt down and placed her head between her legs, licking at her swollen lips, continuing to finger her deep inside, Mark still slowly pumping at her hand from behind. She wanted the moment to last forever as wave after wave of orgasm shook through her body.

Mark removed himself from behind Izzie and took off her blind-fold; Izzie could see for the first time that Jane was still dressed. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and a casual lime green vest top. Mark instructed Jane to stand up and slowly between them they guided Izzie to the bedroom.

"Oh!" Izzie exclaimed. Mark had certainly been busy in the few minutes of silence that now seemed so long ago. As well as lighting the candles Izzie had placed around the room, there was now a fake fur throw on the bed, which was covered in a scattering of rose petals and the sweet smell of jasmine lingered in the air along with some other heady scent Izzie could not put her finger on. She noticed a small bowl of oil beside the bed and guessed that it was where the smell was coming from. She realised he had gone to a lot of trouble for her and her heart swelled with love.

Mark led Izzie to the bed where he unlocked the handcuffs but instead of releasing her instead he quickly cuffed her to the wrought iron bed-frame. From a drawer Mark took out some silken ties that they had used in previous bedroom play and instructed Izzie to part her legs, he then gave the bonds to Jane who tied Izzie's legs to the bottom of the bed frame.

Mark moved over to Jane at the foot of the bed and started to kiss her full on the lips. Izzie watched fascinated as Mark pushed up Jane's vest and fondled her breasts; freeing a nipple by tugging at her sheer, lacy bra. Izzie trembled as he circled Jane's nipple with his tongue, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, causing Jane to moan with pleasure. Izzie imagined that same mouth doing the same to her and writhed against her bonds. The movement caused Mark to stop his sucking and look over at her.

"Do you want to see more?"

Izzie nodded eagerly.

"Then tell me what you want to see."

What did she want to see? She wanted to see Jane's breasts in all their glory; she wanted to see her pussy; would it be thick and bushy or bare like her own?

"Take off her clothes." Izzie whispered.

Making sure Jane was facing Izzie, Mark stood behind her, much like he had done with Izzie earlier. He knew Izzie so well and correctly guessed that she would like to see everything Jane had to offer. Izzie saw Jane glance at her glistening pussy and imperceptibly lick her lips. Their eyes met and Jane gave Izzie a quick wink, Izzie grinned in return relaying her pleasure with the unusual situation.

Mark pulled Jane's top over her head, removing it with a quick yank and quickly moved his hands to the soft skin of her breasts; he put his hands inside the cups of her bra and Jane tensed as he teased her already hard nipples.

Izzie desperately wanted to join Mark, sought to experience for herself how Jane's dark nipples would harden to her touch; she wanted to cup her breasts and feel how soft and supple they were.

Mark lowered his hands to Jane's waistband. Jane helped him unfasten the button and zip and kicked away her jeans, revealing a sheer g-string that matched her bra. Izzie could see through the g-string that Jane's mound was also bare, but she didn't have the landing strip, she was completely bald. Izzie felt herself twitch in anticipation of getting a better view.

As if reading Izzie's thoughts Mark impatiently tugged the g-string down to Jane's knees and deftly removed her bra whilst she kicked the g-string away leaving her completely and gloriously naked. Although Izzie had seen her friend naked before it had never been under such erotic circumstances and standing in front of her now, she looked to Izzie like a goddess. Izzie could see a glint of moisture on the lips of Jane's pussy and imagined putting her head between Jane's legs and licking the juices away. The lustful thought caused her to quiver involuntarily and she pulled against her bonds.

"You're in charge," Mark reminded Izzie softly.

"Lick her pussy" Izzie instructed Mark. She loved the way the rude words sounded coming from her mouth. Mark nodded and he turned sideways on so that Izzie could see him lapping at Jane, almost like he was a young child licking a lollipop, his tongue as flat and wide as he could make it. Izzie watched enraptured as Jane spread her legs further apart and kneaded her own breasts, moaning with pleasure.

"Eat her," Izzie commanded. Mark buried his head closer to Jane's pussy. The scene unravelling before her was like an excruciating but very pleasurable pain. Jane's breathing was heavy and she was groaning in pleasure; every sound a cruel addition to Izzie's own desire. She felt her own juices running down between the cheeks of her buttocks and soaking onto the fur throw which was tickling tantalisingly against her skin, a sensual touch to her torturous bonding.

"STOP!" Izzie shouted. Mark stopped what he was doing and turned to her questioningly and Jane gave her a worried look, wondering whether it had gone too far.

"Please help me", Izzie begged Jane. Jane studied Izzie's face for a moment trying to work out the meaning behind her request and started to move towards her but Mark stopped her.

"No, sorry Izzie. You have had your three wishes now lets have some fun." Mark grinned wickedly at Izzie as she pulled against her restraints, suddenly realising with a jolt how powerless she actually was. "I have another surprise for you!"

Mark moved away from Jane and Izzie watched puzzled as he reached into the wicker storage basket she kept on top shelf of the wardrobe, she kept spare linen in the basket, nothing exciting; she guessed that he must have been using it as a hiding place for all of his surprises. Izzie's eyes widened as he pulled out a large vibrator from the basket. It was very different to her own smooth, slim vibrator, this one at about 8 inches long and nearly two inches in circumference was soft looking with little knobbles all over it. She watched captivated as slowly and carefully he pushed the thick vibrator inside her best friend, pushing in as far as she could take it, Jane's back arching with pleasure and then just as slowly he withdrew the knobbly toy.

"Do you want it?" Mark asked Izzie. Izzie nodded eagerly, "oh yes," she replied. She could see the vibrator glistening with her friend's juices and she wanted it more than she could describe. She wanted to feel it slide inside her, slick with Jane's wetness; she wanted to feel the soft knobbles stimulate her pussy as it slid in and out.

"Ohhh" Izzie cried out as Mark pushed the wide vibrator inside of her, not slowly as he had with Jane but quick and hard, he twiddled with the dial and set the vibrator to a low buzz, barely discernible against her throbbing vulva.

Mark sat on the edge of the bed and indicated Jane to follow him.

"Sit on me" he instructed. Izzie gulped as she realised this was the moment that she would see her husband making love to another woman. The thought gave her an unexpected thrill of pleasure and she clenched against the vibrator resting inside her, feeling the soft knobbles press against her tender, velvety skin. The new sensation set her heart racing and she arched her back, the movement causing the vibrator to move slightly inside her.

Maintaining eye contact with Izzie, Jane straddled Mark and wrapped her long legs around his waist, his erect penis slipping easily inside her moist sex. Izzie watched fascinated as Jane started to kiss her husband passionately, her hands caressing his firm body.
Jane was moving slowly up and down on top of Mark's erection, his hands kneading at her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers; he ducked his head down to suck on the nipples, long teasing sucks, rolling his tongue around the nubby points. Jane pushed Mark onto his back and started riding him faster and harder, grinding her clit against him with each movement; Izzie gazed appreciatively at her beautiful breasts jiggling up and down and wished that her hands were free so that she could touch them. Her whole body was inflamed with a fervour she could barely contain, she rolled her hips so that she could feel the friction of the vibrator inside of her. She couldn't believe Mark was torturing her like this.

Izzie watched Jane's body visibly stiffened as she reached her orgasm and she longed for her own release, the vibrator filling her up but teasing her of its true potential. She knew Mark could hold himself back no longer and as Jane's orgasm caused her to rock on top of him in a frenzy, her pussy pulsating around his cock, Izzie saw his face register pure, unadulterated pleasure as he cried out in ecstasy; Izzie's body tingled with excitement, nothing turned her on more than watching her husband reach his climax and usually it brought on her own orgasm, though tonight the agony of needing to be touched, to feel the vibrator sliding in and out of her held her back somewhat.

As Mark and Jane's movements slowed to a natural halt, they turned their attentions to Izzie. Mark moved towards her and tenderly kissed her mouth whilst he unlocked her handcuffs. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly whilst Jane untied the bonds from her ankles and removed Izzie's sandals. Together they lay one each side of Izzie and gently they stroked, kissed and teased her body, paying her the attention she had craved. Jane took charge of the vibrator between Izzie's legs and slid it slowly in and out, sometimes all the way out where she would rub it along her clit making sure the knobbles were causing maximum friction to her swollen lips.

Jane steadily moved lower down the bed until her head was level with Izzie's mound and she teased Izzie's clit with her tongue whilst she probed her with the vibrator; Izzie gasped as she felt Jane work a finger slowly into her anus, using her own juices as a natural lubricant. She loved the feeling of being filled in both her holes whilst being kissed and caressed by her husband, his hands free to roam her body. It wasn't long before she was filled with the intense satisfaction of her second orgasm of the night.

Izzie enjoyed the slower pace of lovemaking and throughout the night the three of them enjoyed exploring each other's bodies, finally falling asleep together in the early hours.

When Izzie awoke late the next morning she was alone in the bed. "Did I dream that?" she wondered to herself. She stretched luxuriously and noted the scattered rose petals and fur throw which was now in a crumpled heap on the floor. "Apparently not" she giggled to herself. She slipped on her robe and padded to the kitchen where Jane was sitting, noticing Izzie approach she smiled anxiously "Is everything still OK between us?"

"Yeah sure! Just tell me, was it planned?" Izzie questioned curiously.

"Yes. It was really Mark's idea. Remember when you had to work late the other week? I came in upset after a row with Angus. I ended up having a huge chat with Mark and I told him the real truth about my split with Angus."

"The real truth? I knew you were hiding something! You said that you had just decided you didn't love him enough to marry him!" Izzie was puzzled.

"That's true enough, but the reason I didn't love him enough to marry him was because I realised I was in love with someone else."

"Oh!" Izzie exclaimed "And sharing a threesome with Mark and I was going to help that?" she was smiling now at the absurdity of the situation.

"Well yes. Mark said you both wanted a threesome and I was more than happy to oblige. It was my valentine's gift to the one I love."

Izzie was shocked, had she really just heard her best friend just admit that she was in love with her husband?

"Happy belated valentines day Izzie" Jane said bravely.

Apparently, not!

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It was a big, simple brown box, at least big enough to hold a pair of boots or a home theatre system, held shut with one piece of packing tape. Rick hold her she was not to open it until the party tonight.

Ellie thought back to when she was a kid. Her brothers taught her how to slit open tape on Christmas presents with a razor blade and repair the cut with another strip of tape.

One cut later, she opened the box to find a velvet sleep mask, a pair of handcuffs, several empty sex toy packets – dildos, vibrators, anal beads, lubes, and more – and a note.

I told you to wait.

"Put them on," Rick said from behind her, making her jump.

She didn't look back. She stripped down to her ankle socks, bra, and panties, put on the mask, and then handcuffed herself behind her back.

Rick took her by the arm and led her out of the bedroom.

"Just couldn't wait, could you?" He said.

She smiled, knowing he knew she wouldn't wait to open it. "No. I couldn't."

She felt the living room's hardwood floor under her feet. There was a knock at the door.

He bent her over the couch.

"Don't move," he said. She heard him walk to the door. She was glad he couldn't see her smiling.

She heard Rita and Margaret come in, and a third voice, Kurt, was close behind them. Rick led them into the living room. They talked about the traffic on the way over while Rick put on some house music. Margaret asked if she should open her bottle of wine.

Ellie squeaked in surprise as someone rested a hand on her rump, but her ass may as well have been a kitchen counter. The gesture was nonchalant and almost unarousing. Almost.

More people came. First, she recognized Juan's voice, and later Tessa's, but she lost track after the fourth new voice. How many were there now? Seven? Ten? Were they looking at her while they talked about work, the "kick ass cheese," and the latest Christopher Nolan film? Were they making secret plans to carry her to one of the bedrooms, or would they take her right there?

Two people sat on either side of her on the couch. She thought they were two women, but wasn't sure. Someone put a straw in her mouth. She sipped. Martini. The straw was gone in seconds, replaced by an ice cube. She sucked it into her mouth and let it melt. A hand lifted her head by the chin. A woman kissed her. She tasted like a martini. The woman was only there for a moment, leaving Ellie ready and willing and bent over the couch.

Her legs were beginning to cramp when she felt the hands on her ass. They were a bit rough, and they rubbed her backside in appreciation. She thought she heard a man say, "That is a sweet ass," but she couldn't be sure over the cacophony of the party. The hands pulled her panties down to her thighs. She was bare-assed for all to see.

The rough hands massaged her ass as someone else drizzled cold lube over it. She gasped and almost snapped upright, but someone grabbed her by the hair and bent her over again. The silicone plug was rubbed over her hole, getting it slippery with lube. Her voice caught in her throat as the plug was pushed inside with extreme patience. She bucked a bit as it filled her up. She wanted to pinch her nipples, but the handcuffs held her at bay. She arched back, trying to offer to breasts to anyone, but a different hand, a woman's long fingernails on her scalp, bent her over again.

Her ass clenched on the plug as the base pressed against her rim. Her panties were pulled back up to her waist, holding the plug inside her. The hands were gone. The party continued.

She wanted to cry out, to beg to be fucked, but she wasn't sure if that was against the rules. She tickled her ass with her fingertips and wiggled a bit in hopes someone would her give her attention.

She laughed as someone grabbed her by the hair from behind and pulled her upright. Someone in front yanked her bra up over her B-cups. Soft hands caressed them. She squirmed and moaned, a shudder running from her throat to her knees. The hand in her hair pushed her head forward and between a woman's breasts.

She kissed, licked, and sucked at whatever she could reach. The woman's breasts were perky and perfect. Her mind raced to figure out to whom they belonged. Which of their friends was rubbing her nipple over her mouth?

The friend in front grabbed her exposed B-cups, but the friend's hands were full of ice cubes. She sprang away from the hands, but the person behind her shoved her forward. Her face fell back into the woman's perfect bosom. The ice cubes were cold fire on her tits. Goosebumps sprang out on her arms and legs. The cubes melted, and the woman in front smeared the cool water over her perfect tits so Ellie could slake her thirst.

The woman backed away, cutting off Ellie's orgasm. Her mouth bobbed open for a few seconds, searching for anything else that anyone wanted to put in there.

She heard two scissor snips, and then her panties were gone. She came as soon as the cock slid into her. She screamed over the house music and pushed back onto him, whoever he was. He slapped into her again and again. Her thighs were soaked with her come. He pulled out, and she felt his come landing on her back. Another cock took his place. It was longer, but plunged into her without resistance. She bucked and moaned until a forceful hand pulled her head to another cock. She sucked and bobbed on this new one as it slid over her tongue. Someone was pumping the plug in her ass as the two cocks rammed her from both ends. The man in front filled her mouth with come. The burst surprised her, and she swallowed what she could.

She was just able to catch her breath as her head was shoved to another hard cock. She gulped it down and gasped through her nose as someone pulled the plug from her ass. She hoped a hard cock would take its place, but moaned as someone licked at her sopping cunt from behind.

Another cock fought for space in her mouth as the tongue, a woman's, she was sure of it, plunged inside her. She opened her mouth for the cocks, slurping at both while the house music pounded from the speakers. She felt the vibrator pushing into her ass. She came before it was halfway into her. She would've stood straight up if the two men in front hadn't held her down so they could feed her more come. Her ass squeezed on the vibrator and her knees gave out. Her feet lifted from the floor and her waist, bent over the back of the couch, held her entire weight as she screamed for the woman to not stop fucking her ass.

A thick dildo was rubbed over her mouth. She licked and sucked for a brief moment before it was gone, handed off to be plunged into her pussy. She cried out as it and the vibrator jackhammered her from behind.

A woman's hands took her by the face. The woman's tongue slid between her come-streaked lips. There was a taste of vodka. The woman licked come from her chin and cheeks as she twisted her nipples.

The dildo and vibrator came out, sending another orgasm racing through her body. Another hard cock plowed into her wet cunt from behind. The dildo went into her mouth, the other woman helping her lick it clean. There was a sharp crack on her ass as someone spanked her. Someone else gave her another whack, followed by someone else. She lost track of all the different hands punishing her ass.

It went on and on. There was a constant swap of cock and toys plunging into her. She came in a frenzied fit when the anal beads came out, and laughed in delight when someone face-fucked her with a strap-on dildo that tasted of cunt. Someone eventually pulled her onto the couch cushions and atop a naked woman. She lapped at the woman's cunt. It tasted like someone had given it lots of recent attention. They sixty-nined while someone fucked her ass. She and the other woman came about the same time. The man came in her ass, his condom-wrapped cock pulsating inside her. He leaned down and kissed her ear.

"Happy birthday," Rick said.

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Two Cops. Sexy girls kissing

I was returning home from an art show in Pittsburgh. I drive a 1964 Volkswagen bus. It is mostly stock 4 speed, with the usual poor heater, radio and horsepower. These things are not a problem if you dress warmly in the winter, can play music in your head and are not in a hurry to get anyplace.

Along with not being in a hurry it helps if you like to take back roads, avoid the high speed interstate, turnpike and the national roads. This was the fall, so the temperature was good.

I was driving on US Rt 22 and was a good ways towards home, when I was stopped at a speed trap outside of Cambridge, Ohio. It was a little village that evidently made a substantial profit from the speed trap. The speed dropped from 55 mph to 25 mph, and just after the sign lay the unmarked village cruiser. I had seen the car on the side, but my brain was wandering and I was pulled over a few hundred feet down the road.

I pulled the bus over to the berm and the cruiser swung in front of me at a diagonal. I'm sure thet were ready to look over me and my bus very closely. I had nothing to hide and watched as they seemed to sniff alot as they were asking me all the usual questions, checking for the smell of burning hemp, I am sure.

The older of the two, just about my age, was showing the youngster the procedure and told me that they measured my speed at 40 mph. I could choose to plead guilty today and pay the fine today, or I could come back to a court date in the future. I wanted to pay the fine and move on.

The older cop told me that they could accept cash, check or credit card, but I was going to have to pay before I could go on my way. I didn't want to pay cash, so I decided to pay by credit card. The older cop said that they would have to take me back to the station to process the card.

He told the youngster to drive the cruiser to the station and he would ride with me. He started to give me directions and I complied, and soon we were stopped at a little cottage that acted as the jail and the courtroom. The young deputy lived in the back in an attached apartment.

As we were driving to the courthouse, Mitchell, the older cop told me he expected to find a hippie driving the bus. I told him a hippie is driving the bus. He laughed and said that the hippies all believed in free love. I said that was certainly true, and as a bona fide hippie peacenik chick, I was a believer in free love and a half dozen other slogans from my youth.

This got Mitchell's attention and I could feel his mind wrapping around what I had said. The sexual tension began to build as the drive continued to the station. I parked the bus, grabbed my shoulder bag and followed Mitchell into the cottage, just in front of his protege, Elmer.

Mitchell pulled Elmer to the side, after he indicated where he wanted me to sit at the arraignment desk, and they entered into a short quiet conversation. I waited patiently, until they both came over to stand in front of me at the desk.

Mitchell told me that the fine for the ticket would be $100.00 plus $50.00, in court costs, and he could put that on any major credit card. I fumbled slowly in my bag, looking at the bottom for my billfold, stalling purposefully to allow Mitchell the time to state his alternative to the heavy fine and costs. The room was deathly still, as I slowly looked up into Mitchell's face and he asked me if I was interested in a little old fashioned barter.

I looked, first at Mitchell and then Elmer directly in the eyes, and asked them if I could get off by fucking them both. Mitchell said he would be happy to make those arrangements and we could go into Elmer's apartment and consummate the transaction.

I stood up and told him that wouldn't do. I wanted the cops to do me on the desk, where all the fines were levied and payment received in full.

I pulled Elmer over to me and began to kiss him deeply, causing instant arousal in his youthful pants. Mitchell was a bit more deliberate as he quietly disrobed and folded his clothes neatly on the nearest chair. Elmer and I were kissing and Mitchell joined in, by starting to disrobe me.

I spun to face him, telling Elmer to strip quickly, and began to allow Mitchell to unbutton my blouse and expose my lacy bra. Elmer was stripped and his proud cock was standing tall and ready to blast off. I whispered to Mitchell to trust me, and spun around to take the cockinto my mouth.

I knew that the youth would only last a few more seconds, so I pulled his cock out and jacked it, starting to tell Elmer that he should shoot his come on mommy's titties.

The first burst shot out with such force that it hit me between the eyes, before slinging in a loop down to my bra and cleavage. I cooed that mommy was happy to have it and wanted it all, and Elmer did not disappoint me. He plastered my bra and titties with thick ropes of come, and he was spasming his juice out as his hips humped the air.

I kept repeating how he gave me what I needed and I was his happy mommy, having herself bathed in his come. I cleaned the come from my forehead, nose and chin with my finger, before slurping it all off and tongueing my fingerclean.

I told Elmer to sit on the edge of the desk and watch what Mitchell does to this hippie chick's pussy, as I bent over and began to slurp his softening cock into my mouth. Mitchell knew I was bending over for him and he sunk his fat cock into my pussy in one push.

I was pushed onto Elmer's cock by the thrusting of Mitchell in my sopping pussy, and started to leave my throat open to allow his cock to fuck my throat as Mitchell pounded my pussy relentlessly. Both of his hands on my wide hips, pulling me into his thrusting cock, he began to vocalize his love for well-used hippie pussy, telling me how he would get me ready to give my sopping pussy to Elmer. How he loved to fill my hippie pussy with his pig juice.

That's how he was rutting me, like a pig. He grunted and I squealed my delight at the attention my pussy was getting from his fat cock, and the spent cock that was growing in my mouth to fill my wanton pussy. I was now into my own rythmn as Elmer's cock was full-sized, again.

I was rocking back onto Mitchell, grinding my ass onto his tummy as his cock pushed deeper in me, and I was thrusting forward to push Elmer's thinner cock into my throat.

I sensed the swelling of Mitchell's cock inside my pussy and pushed back onto him hard and began to rotate and grind my ass down onto him, until his cock burst open and flooded my insides with hot jets of his spunk. He continued to pump into me with less force as he was finishing his come.

Looking up at Elmer, I slipped his cock out of my mouth, then turned to present my well-fucked pussy for his newly stiff cock to fill. If Elmer was going to fill my pussy, then Mitchell was going to have to fill my mouth and I gobbled his dripping cock into my mouth, licking, sucking and cleaning our mixed juices from the shaft and big purple head.

Elmer had never had sloppy seconds, before this, and he was hissing his delight as my warm pussy filled with his uncle's hot come, opened to the length of his shaft and drew him deeply inside me. I had been so intent on drawing satisfaction from my cops, that my own orgasm exploded suddenly between my thighs, and my juices poured out around Elmer's cock and soaked the floor beneath us. All Elmer exclaimed was, "Oh my Gosh!", before he re-doubled his pounding of my now sloshy cunt.

My mouth had brought Mitchell's member back to life and he knew I wanted him to paint my throat and fill my stomach with his come. I slipped into a state of euphoria, as the man at my mouth was holding my head as he pushed his cock in and out of my willing throat, and Elmer was pounding my spurting pussy and repeating "Oh, yea!", over and over as his hips pistoned against my ass as he plunged my depths. This went on for awhile, pleasure overcame me and I felt weightless suspended between their cocks in my throat and my cunt.

Finally, they began to really unload in me. Mitchell's cock was shoved deeply in my throat and his come was expressing directly to my hungry tummy, as Elmer pulled me deeply onto his cock then exploded his come in me. We continued the rocking motion until Mitchell's cock slipped from my mouth and Elmer's from my pussy. I laid across the desk as the come oozed from my spent cunt. I asked for my panties and pulled them on to hold all that come in me for the rest of the ride home.

Mitchell said that, since I was not a scofflaw and was a hippie that had respect for the men that protect the citizens, I would be let off with only a warning this time. If I was to be caught speeding in their jurisdiction, again, I should be sure it was on a Sunday afternoon, between 2pm and 6 pm. Then both Mitchell and Elmer would be sure to prosecute me to the full extent of the law, once again.

I thanked them both with mouth kisses, that let me share Mitchell's taste with them both. I assured them that I would only speed in their jurisdiction if I was ready to accept responsibility, for my actions and the verdict of the court.

The verdict was in and I was the best fucking hippie chick ever to pass through Cambridge.

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I knew this would mean that he, they, would be here in about 20 minutes. I was about to be fucked by two cocks simultaneously! Without meaning to, I came just at that thought. This was going to be a great night.

I had oil ready, just in case. I had never had a problem self-lubricating before but then again I'd never been taken by two guys before. I'd experienced double penetration before just ... not with two, real pulsating cocks.

Since first meeting Marcus about two years ago, my sex life has just sizzled. We've done everything two people can possibly do together, in just about every place you can possibly do it. There's never been any trepidation, embarrassment or shame but tonight is different. Tonight we're doing something new.

There was a knock on the door and for a split second I wondered if there was any way I could get out of this. Only for a split second though because in reality I was aching for some throbbing cock. I opened the door and there was ... Marcus, just Marcus.

"Are you ready?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. He must have read my confusion for he added "We're going out."

Without saying a word I grabbed my handbag and a pair of shoes and headed out the front door, closing it behind me.

We arrived at his place. I thought Marcus may be picking something up but when I hadn't followed him in the house he returned, asking "Aren't you coming in?"

Okay. Not what I thought was happening today. A thought crossed my mind -- had he forgotten what he'd said two weeks ago? That our next meeting would involve another person? Were we just at his house to have ordinary sex? Did I just say "ordinary sex"? With Marcus? Why was I having this conversation in my head?

"I'm coming." I said as breezily as I could muster. I grabbed my bag and my shoes (why I brought shoes when I had no intention of wearing them, I couldn't tell you) and walked casually into a house I knew well.

Marcus followed me into the house, closed and locked the door behind him. Well that's it, I thought, no chance of someone else meeting us here. Marcus led me into the bedroom and cupped my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes and then kissed me full on the mouth. In that moment I forgot all about being annoyed that our ménage-a --trois had fallen through as waves of anticipation rolled over my body.

In one movement he slipped my summer dress up over my head and didn't seem at all surprised that I was wearing no underwear. I helped him out of his white shirt and navy pants until he was standing naked in front of me, save only for his black, cotton boxers.

I reached out to touch his growing need but he held my arm at my side as his knelt down in front of me. Marcus lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and nuzzled his face into my pubic region. His tongue licked my moistening mound as one of his hands reached up to roll a nipple between his fingers.

I was already starting to lose myself to exquisite pleasure when I felt a familiar yet strange sensation. If I was not mistaken there was a hard cock pressing against my back. But Marcus was still kneeling on the floor? Panting now, slightly from the workout my clit was receiving, I twisted my upper body to find out what was going on behind me.

Standing completely naked with a semi-erect cock, was a man of similar size to Marcus but with a slightly darker eastern European colouring.

"Jedda, this is Nic." Marcus said as he removed his mouth from my now dripping pussy. "Nic is going to be your other slice of bread today."

"Hi Jedda." This stranger murmured as his two hands reached out from behind me to cup my breasts.

"Hi Nic." I managed to get out before Marcus' fingers were pushed inside me.

With my pussy on fire I needed something in my mouth. Something to suck. I moved Nic around so that he was standing in front of me and slowly, not wanting Marcus' fingers to leave me empty I eased myself to my knees. Taking Nic's now fully erect penis in my hand I guided it towards my eager mouth.

Usually I suck cock as though it were a rich delicacy to savour but right now, delicacy or not, I needed as much of that cock as I could fit in my mouth as quickly as possible. I swallowed Nic's cock into the back of my throat and sucked has hard as I could. By the look on Marcus' face, even he was quite in awe of the ferocity with which I was taking Nic. Marcus' fingers quickened their pace and I noticed that he couldn't resist stroking his own cock as I alternated between licking Nic's cock and sucking his balls.

Without warning Marcus withdrew his fingers from my pussy and, still wet with my juice, brought them up to Nic's mouth, who eagerly sucked them dry. Watching a man suck my pussy juice from another man's fingers was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen but I didn't have time to dwell on this fact.

After his fingers had been sucked dry, Marcus removed his now seemingly restrictive boxers and lay back on the bed.

"I think this may need some attention." Marcus observed as he waved his hard cock back and forth.

I gave Nic's cock one last hard suck before turning my attention to Marcus. Crawling over the bed, I spread Marcus' legs to allow room for me to kneel between his knees. I placed my hands either sides of his hips and brought my mouth onto his throbbing cock.

While sucking this delicious, familiar cock it came to my attention that I'd forgotten all about the other person in the room, Nic - the person who now had an excellent view of wet pussy. Nic must have been thinking exactly the same thing because suddenly my pussy lips were being parted by hot, probing fingers. I was rocking with Nic's fingers as he climbed onto the bed.

"Oh God, Jedda, I ..." was all Nic could muster before plunging his cock into my dripping pussy. He entered me fully in one firm stroke and kept up a steady rhythm of pumping his cock in and out of my pulsating depth.

Marcus meanwhile had taken hold of the back of my head, encouraging me to take him deep into my throat. I eagerly obliged, making swallowing movements with my throat muscles the way I know really gets him off.

My body shuddered involuntarily as I started climbing towards an orgasm but before it had the chance to break over me; Nic removed his still hard cock from my leaking pussy. I opened my mouth, about to protest and as I did, Marcus' cock sprang free.

"My turn." Marcus said with a cheeky grin and before I could argue he lifted me up and over his hips so my pussy was poised just above his thick, fully extended cock.

"But what about ..." I twisted my upper body to face Nic, the owner of the swollen rod that had just been pummelling me so expertly from behind, but before I could finish, Nic brought his mouth down on mine and kissed me like I was feeding him an orgasm.

"He'll find something to do." Replied Marcus as he pulled me down onto him in one motion. Having me impaled onto him entirely brought a gasp from my throat, which Nic drank in and replied with a groan of his own.

Nic finally freed me when it was clear that Marcus' pounding was distracting me from the task at hand. I turned back to face Marcus and could see that he was enjoying himself thoroughly but had no intention of cumming anytime soon. I decided in that moment, not to think or question but to ride the night, and the cock beneath me, for all it was worth.

I pumped up and down on that cock until I could feel his pubic bone rub my clit as I pressed into him. But Marcus, not satisfied with the thought of only his pubic region rubbing me, placed his thumbs over my swollen button and twirled it around and around, just the way I love.

At around about the same time I became aware of Nic moving his fingers up and down from where Marcus' cock had me stretched, right up to my little puckered hole. I was so wet that his fingers were having no trouble moving swiftly up and down, and ... eventually two of them found themselves opening up the tightest of all my holes.

The combination of Marcus' cock filling my pussy, his fingers on my clit and now this new invasion behind sent me off on such a wave of pleasure that I yelled loud enough that I knew the neighbours would have heard. That thought lasted for a split second however because just as I had started to come down from the orgasmic high Marcus pulled me down hard onto him and held me there. And I didn't need to ask why.

Nic had retrieved his fingers from my ass and was pressing the tip of his still slick cock into the opening. Marcus continued to hold me still but he had resumed rubbing my clit with firm circular movements. Nic was being reserved with his pressure but with the fullness in my pussy and the manual stimulation I was receiving, 'reserved' was just not what I was after.

"Oh God! Harder Nic! Fuck my ass!!" The words were out of my mouth before I knew it and Nic, it seemed, had no worries obliging.

"Fuck you feel great!" Nic moaned as he drove his cock deep in my ass.

The sensation of two throbbing cocks deeply imbedded inside me was almost overwhelming. The skin separating them felt so flimsy, as though, inside me, the cocks were really just rubbing up against each other. We all took a brief moment to soak in this amazingly intense feeling before both Marcus and Nic really started to pound me.

Somewhere near Nic's third thrust we really started to work up a rhythm with Nic and Marcus drawing out steadily and ramming back into me. I rode them as best I could but I knew that any moment my arms would give up, collapsing me onto Marcus.

As if reading my mind, Marcus grunted something to Nic and in one deft swoop they'd rolled me onto my side while keeping themselves inside me. Again the thrusting stopped for a brief moment while they positioned their legs for maximum penetration. As Marcus squeezed one of my breasts from the base right up to the nipple, Nic leaned over and with a thick, husky voice, said "Do you think you have the energy to lift this leg?"

Marcus and I just grinned at each other. I, a former dancer and dedicated yoga practitioner could lift my feet behind my head if I was so inclined. As it was, I settled for hooking my upper ankle behind me on the bed head -- so that's what they're there for!

I watched Nic look wide-eyed at Marcus who just gave him that 'I-told-you-so' eyebrow. That look seemed to spur Nic on to new bouts of athleticism and not to be outdone, Marcus matched Nic's pace. I was, most definitely, the meat in this sandwich and I was being royally tenderised. I was also loving every minute of it!

Somewhere near my fifth orgasm I felt Nic's balls, which were batting against my leg, contract suddenly and my ass clenched in response. Nic emptied himself into me for what seemed like an eternity and with each deep thrust my pussy and ass convulsed sending me to further states of ecstasy.

Through all of this activity Marcus' hands had not ceased their relentless rubbing and I had difficulty not moaning continuously.

"Oh babe! Oh Jedda!" Marcus groaned as his hands suddenly deserted my mound in favour of gripping my hips and plunging himself deep into my pussy repeatedly as every last drop of his cum was spent inside me.

And then we lay there. I was still full of cock as their cum started to drip from both holes and their cocks slowly deflated.

I wanted to cry out, yell or sigh audibly at least but I was afraid of being the first to make a sound. Fortunately Nic saved me from the situation.

"That was un-fucking-believable!" he said with as much energy as he could muster.

"Fuck yes!" was Marcus' contribution.

And not being one to be outdone, I casually said, "I look forward to doing that again."

Marcus and Nic shared a knowing grin and right away I that there was something going on that I didn't know about.

"Babe," explained Marcus "it's a long weekend. You're not going anywhere for the next couple of days."

I have my diary entry all ready ...

Dear Diary, My best weekend ever ...

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